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HEYYYYYY i LOVE how you write vox! could i request vox x a reader who gets really flustered, like for example their after their first kiss theyre jumping and yelling “YESS” (if you havent done this before!) ignore this if you dont wanna write this, have a good day!! <3
Flustered Fanatics
Vox x Easily Flustered!Reader
A/N: This is so cute ajdoskdjalsb it reminds me of that one post I saw about Vox accidentally letting a soundboard audio play because he got caught off guard or was extremely flustered- I'll be patterning this similarly to that hahaha- sorry if it's got heavy shitpost energy.
A/N: Also, I just wanted to write a simpy/soft Vox for once- he and reader can both be flustered sweethearts ahdksjdkskshdks- Hope you enjoy this anon! Happy Reading!
It was just another busy day in the office for Vox.
Broadcasts, meetings, advertisements and promotions-
Just a regular cycle in a day of his life.
Though one look at his internal clock had him cringing.
It was just noon and he already felt done with the day.
His large signature grin easily slipped off his face at the realization.
Not that he cared enough to maintain it as he set foot into his monitor room.
Letting out a sigh, Vox sat down in his chair while glancing around the multitude of flashing screens.
Some of them were for surveillance, others were just broadcasting statistics.
He felt a genuinely fond smile work it's way onto his face seeing the remaining idle screens.
It was a picture of you and him during your valentines outing.
He didn't even have time to properly pose for the camera before you snapped the image.
Vox chuckled at the memory, his bewildered expression frozen in time with your lovely eager smile.
How it became his monitor idling background was probably your doing, but he had no complaints.
Seeing you at any point in the day made it immensely better, no matter how monotonous or stressful it was.
While he could probably always just pull up a camera or something to look for you, it was a sensitive topic you both bickered on from time to time.
You liked having some privacy, and pretty much hammered it into your lover's head that he really really shouldn't spy on you.
Even if it was for noble reasons-
Which you doubted-
You forced Vox to relent and only check up on you using his monitors after a quick text or memo.
He really only gave in because he couldn't say no to your puppy eyes.
You did placate him by wearing a watch he could track at all times.
Your vitals, your location, just the basic things to make sure you were safe and nothing more.
It actually reminded you of a pet collar but you brushed it off since was just a precaution.
Aside from that little issue, Vox couldn't help but miss you as he sat alone in his monitor room.
The overlord found you unabashedly cute, from all your mannerisms to your personality.
It was downright adorable in his eyes and he often found himself wanting to protect you.
With just the way your entire face lit up when he came into the room-
How your smile could immediately improve his mood-
Even the fact your hugs could recharge him better than any amount of coffee or energy drinks ever could.
Vox was absolutely enamored by you, and it often showed with his sweet gestures as well.
It also didn't really help that you were also just so easy to tease.
The overlord often found himself doing nearly anything just to get a reaction from you.
Sometimes a brief kiss to your knuckles-
Other times a surprise gift or cuddles-
Just anything from his end could leave you looking like a tomato.
Not that he minded of course, it just added more to the list of things he loved about you.
Your relationship together was just so... different compared to what Vox was used to.
No yelling, no fighting, and he definitely didn't need to be tense all the time.
Then again, the way you treated him was always so nice compared to everyone else.
He still couldn't believe you had fallen for someone with the likes of him.
Hell, he still couldn't really believe you were down here with him.
Actually no he could, he'd seen you kill before to protect Velvette and it was really freaking sexy.
You were so flustered to have been caught all bloody and disheveled though.
Vox once again just laughed at the memory, he was stuck buffering from the image you locked into his head for days.
To be fair, that happened only a week after you both started officially dating-
And it was pretty much going at a snail's pace the more Vox looked at it.
Not that he minded, whatever kept you happy.
Though... had he even been able to properly kiss you at all?
No, kisses on the cheek or forehead don't count.
Neither do the ones on your knuckles...
Vox immediately went through his memory banks trying to fish out any possible time he'd actually kissed you on the lips.
As the number of files dwindled and he kept drawing blanks, the overlord grew worried.
How could he have overlooked something so important?!
Before he could do anything about it though, he was immediately called to deal with another one of Valentino's tantrums.
Ugh... he'd definitely have to make it up to you somehow.
Fortunately though, he didn't need to go far, finding you waiting by the elevator doors like you were just about to go up.
Masking his pleasant surprise, he made his way over to you.
"(Y/N)? I thought you were going be busy today, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly... busy? I really just wanted to make you something so I spent all morning making lunch for you!"
Vox genuinely wanted to melt on the spot.
You proudly showed him a neatly packed blue lunchbox decorated with the VoxTech logo and some heart stickers.
The happy smile on your face was so contagious even the TV overlord nearly returned it on reflex.
He couldn't be so publicly soft though, so he just kept up his signature telecaster grin despite the fact he was not to secretly overheating.
"You didn't have to dollface, really."
"Well I wanted to, I can and will dote on you as much as you dote on me!"
Vox couldn't help himself at that point but grab you by the waist and pull you into a kiss.
Yes, a proper on-the-lips kiss.
Your eyes widened and your face burned from the embarrassment but you eagerly returned your beloved's affection.
After the initial shock subsided of course-
Vox then took the lunchbox from your hands with a pleased smile before walking off.
Despite the fact he wanted your first kiss to be more special-
He really couldn't stop himself at the time when you were just being so adorably domestic.
It was way too soon to wife you up- hoooooh no-
His fans whirred loudly as he walked off, screen overheating and glitching ever so slightly from his overbearing embarrassment.
Meanwhile, you kind of just stood there with a rosy face processing everything that just happened.
But when it finally clicked, a shit-eating grin just erupted on your face.
"YESSSS!!!"
You excitedly jumped around and giddily swung your arms.
It earned you a bunch of odd looks from the other personnel and staff but you couldn't care less.
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest from happiness and excitement.
Really, if making him food was all it took for him to kiss you like that-
You would gladly do it all over again!
Vox had hid behind a nearby corner in the hallway to compose himself before he heard your scream of delight.
It had confused him at first, then he peeked out to check and nearly crashed his systems.
You were just engrossed in your own little celebration because he properly kissed you and it was the most adorable thing Vox had seen all day.
He really couldn't stop the dopey grin on his face from forming anymore.
You were really just too adorkable.
A/N: Lololol I probably enjoyed writing this more than I should've but it was just so cute hahahaha, I don't know if I'll write a pt. 2 for it or not but feel free to continue requesting or just dropping in ideas! Hope you guys enjoyed!
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin vox#vox#vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin vox x reader#vox x you
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Customer Service (Obey Me!)
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They try contacting customer service. 🤷♂️
»Characters: Demon Bros
»Tags: Certified Shitpost™️, Pathetic Lucifer is my favorite Lucifer
»Notes: It's been a while since I've done a shitpost bulleted fic so ♡reblogs♡ are appreciated. I've had this wip since March apparently? 💀
Lucifer:
A hand on his hip and the phone in the other
This man means business
"Don't talk to me, I'm trying to keep my level of anger"
Held onto his anger for two hours waiting for the next agent
The annoying hold music only fueled him
Tried to be reasonable with the agent when he got patched through
But they were new
"Look, just get me your manager."
Waited another half hour for them
The problem got fixed rather quickly actually
smirked in satisfaction...Lucifer always wins.
If only he noticed the two stuck pages in the manual, he would've not wasted his morning
Mammon:
If he wasn't broke he would've paid someone else to make the call
Waited for an hour but it felt like eternity
"Yeah ain't there a satisfaction guarantee on this anyway!? The customers always right!"
Tried to get a replacement for his earbuds
And a refund while he was at it
Scammy? What?? Nooo....
"They fell in the wash! It's not my fault! Did I get insurance? Who has the money for that?"
Him and the agent went back and forth for a while
The agent finally caved and promised to replace the earbuds
"Finally! Ya better send 'em quick! -click-"
...
He realized he never gave the agent his address & had to start the process all over again
Levi:
Lol
Tried online chat but his specific issue needed a real agent because...of course it would
Tried to pay one of his brothers to make the call for him
They rather stab themselves or wage war against Diavolo than call customer service
Took anxiety medication before trying to call
Waited three hours on hold but played something soothing in the meantime
helloooo ruri and friends crossing
He stopped when he heard the hold music stop
"Hello thank you for calling Akuz-"
click
"It's not that important."
Satan:
This is how a pro does it.jpg
Drank his little coffee and ate his fresh little pastry
See, he set an alarm to call customer service right when they open their lines
Had the number typed and ready to go with a press
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP
Finally!
-dialing tone-
"Hello. Your wait time is 2 hours and-"
...
...
...
Slammed his phone on the floor and it broke
Went to go fight the company in person
His issue got fixed
The company had to tighten their security after this incident
Asmo:
Is that one lucky demon that happens to get patched through quickly
He was having problems with his devilgram account verification
Just as he started speaking about his issue the agent freaked out
Turns out they were a huge fan and could automatically tell it was the REAL™️ Asmo speaking
The issue got fixed and Asmo stayed talking with the agent because they sounded really cute
One thing led to another and...it went from a customer service hotline to a phone sex one real quick
This always happens when he calls customer service akskjfksls
Beel:
Collected all the snacks he had
Even cooked an entire feast
He needed everything he could get before making the dreaded call
After an hour of waiting (and barely any snacks left) he finally got to an agent!
It was a pleasant experience for both sides
Beel is getting sent replacements for his shoes plus a discount voucher for his next purchase
güd boi™️ as usual
Belphie:
Almost fell asleep while waiting
The music soothed him, they had classical music playing
He's not really sure how long he waited if he's being honest
When he finally got to the agent he sounded so weak the agent was concerned
"Mm? No I'm always like ...losing... consciousness ...it's normal...zzz..."
The agent was still so concerned they sent someone to the HOL to check on him
Beel ended up making the call for him
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Y/n + Tess obviously have some tension most of the time, but both are way too stubborn to give in so joel has to be the one that pushes both of them.
Jealous, Jealous, Jealous Girl
Honestly, not even proof read, im shitposting this at 2am.
Word Count:1780 \\ Written for Anna and Leah <3
Mentions of alcohol, allusions to smut at the end if you squint, possessive and jealous tess.
<3 enjoy
The wardrobe door rattled as it was forcibly closed as Tess haphazardly threw several outfits onto her unmade bed. Why must Joel and Y/N drag her to this party when clearly, she does not want to go? She could think of hundreds of things she would rather do with her evening. She would rather face a room full of clickers than see that woman who had been clouding her mind for the past few years. Tess's heart raced as she imagined the awkward encounters and forced conversations that awaited her at the party. The mere thought of seeing that woman made her stomach churn with a mix of anxiety and unresolved emotions.
With a sigh, she threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt which swooped at the neckline, showing just the right amount of skin and zipped up her heeled boots before opening the bedroom door, starting straight for the kitchen with the intention of drinking her sorrows away before getting to the party. Who cares if she’s slightly late? It isn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Tess felt her body and nerves relax as the scotch liquor touched her lips, every thought left her mind other than the taste of a good scotch, she would have to thank Bill for this one. As she took a sip, Tess couldn't help but reminisce about the countless conversations and laughter she had shared with Bill over the years. His impeccable taste in scotch always managed to bring her comfort in times of distress. Still, she knew that she would have to leave the quiet of her apartment and engage once more with the disgusting world around her. Tess sighed, feeling a sense of reluctance to face the reality outside her safe haven. However, she couldn't deny that the warmth of the scotch coursing through her veins gave her a newfound strength to confront whatever awaited her beyond those walls. With a determined resolve, she set down her glass and prepared herself to step back into the chaos of life.
As she arrived at the party (only one hour late, Joel would definitely be proud of that!), she automatically scanned the crowd for her friends. She spotted them huddled together near the bar, Joel, as ever, nursing a drink of scotch of his own. Taking a deep breath, she made her way towards them, face stoic and expressionless which was a stark contrast to how she was feeling at the mere sight of the younger woman.
“Joel. Y/n” she spoke without a glance at either, instead eagerly making eye contact with the bartender, needing liquid luck once more as she missed the way that Y/N’s eyes drifted down her body as she gulped the remainder of her own drink. As Tess’ drink arrived, she turned around, back leaning against the bar as she rolled her head to remove the tension building in her neck. However, she did not miss the gaze that Y/N gave her this time. “Something up? You're both awfully quiet, how nauseating.”
Y/n shifted in her seat uncomfortably, swirling the remainder of her drink within her glass before drinking it, “Everything is just peachy, need another drink to deal with this hell hole. Remind me why we keep coming to these parties even when they bore us so terribly?” Y/n spoke nervously turning to eye the room herself. The three laughed as Joel rolled his eyes.
“Keep ‘em coming Phil,” Joel announced to the bartender, earning a small cheer from the two women beside him. “Well. If you can’t beat them, we can certainly outdrink them!”
“Touche” Tess chirped in response, nudging Y/N teasingly which only caused the younger woman to blush even more.
Y/N's blush deepened as she took another sip of her drink, trying to find some liquid courage to combat her nerves. "So, which of you fuckers are going to dance with me? Might as well, might be the last one in a while, did you hear the rumours about Maria's lot wanting to leave to chase that lead from a few months back? Figured it was right up our alley?" Y/N's bold statement caught the attention of their small group. Tess and Joel exchanged glances, intrigued by Y/N's mention of Maria's lot and the lead they were chasing.
"Sounds promising but count me out of the dancing, These old bones are not what they used to be" Joel muttered, accepting their drinks. Y/N gained a simple grunt in answer from Tess and so she shrugged, taking off to the dancefloor by herself `after accepting her own drink.
Around an hour had passed since the older two had left Y/n alone to dance, Tess’ was clearly becoming more and more sour with each passing moment. Each glance, each touch that was rewarded to you by both men and women was not missed by the brunette- and boy, was she getting angry. She ignored the simmer within her stomach at seeing your reaction to some of the advances from other women. Of course, she would never admit to any feelings at all about you. That would be a weakness, and Tess Servopoulos is not about weaknesses. She was just simply annoyed at your lack of regard for danger. Yes. Definitely just that.
She took another rather large swig from her glass, her head fuzzy due to the copious amounts that had already been digested prior to this moment. She was almost glad for the invasion of her senses, as lately, the only thought clouding her mind was the sweet intoxicating presence of her. The world seemed to shrink as Maria came towards Y/n, the scene itself resembling more of a cat who got the cream, or rather a predator encircling their prey. Tess' hold on her glass tightened dangerously upon eyeing the way that Y/n's heavily intoxicated body leaned towards Maria just as you giggled, swaying slightly before Maria's hands found their way to your biceps. God. How fucking vulgar.
"You know in all the years I have known you, I have never ever seen Theresa Servopoulos so fuckin oblivious…" Joel all but grunted, "I suggest that you stop picturing them all dead, and I suggest you rather pick yourself the fuck up and take what you so clearly want before she is snatched up by the vultures." With that last statement, Joel threw a nod towards the scene of Maria and Y/N slowly dancing to the music.
Something within Tess snapped, her feet moving quicker than her mind, an invisible string becoming taut, pulling her dangerously in close to the drowning orbit of Y/N.
"MOVE. Before I swear to the fucking gods that I will tear you apart and leave you to the fucking clickers. Back. Of. She's. MINE!" With that last word, the brunette shoved her finger right into Maria's chest, pushing her back a few inches.
"Tess what the f-" Y/N's protests fell short, Tess' dominating hold on her wrist pulling her from the dancefloor and towards the door. Joel watched the scene unfold with just a smirk on his face, taking his winnings from the bartender who had just fallen short of his bet.
The cold air worked wonders on sobering the two women up slightly, Tess spinning Y/n to face her immediately upon exiting the building now behind them. "Tess. What the fuck was that-"
"Shut the fuck up right now. You don't get to ask the questions. What the fuck was that with Maria? Some kind of scheme? What the fuck is your deal with that bitch?!" Tess barked back, venom laced throughout her tone whilst her eyes bore straight into those of Y/n's, effectively pinning her in place without the need for restraint. "Who. The. Fuck. Do you think you are!?" As Tess punctuated each word, she took a step towards the woman in front of her, The last part of the sentence rushed breathlessly due to the sudden close proximity. Y/N swore that she could feel Tess' warm breath against her face, she wondered if the taller woman could hear her blood rushing through her body.
Every thought left Y/n's mind but one.
"You're jealous…"
"Fuck you. Why would I be jealous of you?"
"No. You're not listening I-"
"I mean, swanning around here, flaunting yourself around acting like you're hot shit i'"
"You're jealous of Maria. You're jealous that I entertained someone else for the evening. You want me to be your plaything. You never cared this much about me before. You have practically ignored my existence this past few weeks so, why now?" Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes before she continued, "Did I ever really matter to you?"
Words evaded the older woman. Fuck. She always finds a way to fuck things up, doesn't she?
"Shit. Of course, you fucking matter. Stop this-"
"No. You always do this. You always shut down, shut me out. You can't keep doing this to me Tessa I…" The words died out slightly at the mention of her petname, " You know what, I should go" Y/n began to move, tears spilling over the brim of her eyelids as she wiped them away quickly.
After a beat of silence, a small noise above a whisper stopped the woman in her tracks. Once more, the noise was made again, this time resembling a murmur of three simple words, “Don’t go. stay. Please." Tess caught the younger woman's wrist with her cold hands, pulling the other person to face her. A surprised squeak left Y/n as Tess connected their lips together with a bruising, intoxicating kiss. Within seconds, she was kissing her back as if their survival depended on it and as Tess pushed Y/n against the wall, she took the opportunity to deepen their kiss, fingers fisting and creasing the smaller woman's shirt at her hips. When breathing became a necessity once more, they pulled apart, Tess' ministrations were instead focused on eliciting a small grunt resembling a moan as she bit down the flesh just above where her shirt sat. "Fuck. You have no idea how long I have waited to fucking do that. No. Fucking. Idea." In the latter part of her sentence, she instead poured her emotion into placing peppered kisses on Y/n's face.
Two hours later, the couple reemerged into the dying party, hair slightly messed, lips puffy, bruises adorning both of their necks and a shit-eating grin on Y/N's face as she locked her arms around her newly qualified girlfriend's waist.
#tlou#tess servopoulos#tlou hbo#tlou fanfiction#the last of us#theresaservopolous#tess tlou#tess servopoulos x reader
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Don’t Rain on my parade 3
Yes, there is now part 3 of this trip fanfic turned whack because my brain works like that 🤣
Still can’t believe so many liked this fic 🥹
I hear Rain talk in his MK11 voice most times hehe (Dempsey did a great job voicing him)
And of course this is another nsfw smut filth so you are warned ^^ minors please go whooosh~
Special tag because liquid husband @mortal-kombat-shitposts 💜
🫧Links to the first parts ⤵️
☂️Part 1
☔️Part 2
Days went by so fast after your first day of being a full-time student on Outworld Academy of Sorcery and also your first night with your moody water mage, the night he owned you is still fresh in your memories and you blush whenever you were reminded of what transpired but this all felt like it happened years ago because you don’t have much time to daydream about it as your personal spell mentor remained true to his words that he will put you into hellish training to improve your magical talents. Every day you spend to train exclusively with Rain are both a blessing and a curse, blessing as you spend more time each day with him, mentoring you and it’s a free pass to check him out, you can always look at his handsome features and hear his sexy voice even though he is yelling every time you make small mistakes still sends you sparks, his presence is subtly messing with your focus but thankfully he sees it as you’re still a newbie that needs to learn how to focus and channel your mana some more, not knowing that he is the main cause of your mistakes on the spells and chants. It is also a curse as he is nothing like that sweet and caring guy in bed, he is like a spawn of hell sent to make you suffer, he will have you repeat the same thing until you get it done right in his own personal standards of being a head mage. He drains your mana faster than a hungry vampire sucking blood as he is a perfectionist and wants the spells casted as clean and furnished as possible which is not easy for a mere neophyte like you. You want to tell him to cut you a little slack but you always hold back as you don’t want to make him think you’re complaining and anger him more than about your mistakes. Also he is a busy man that after training he immediately leaves to attend to his other commitments, he is the head mage after all.
The sky turns into a mixture of red and orange, signifying that daytime is almost over, night will take over in a few. For you it’s also a sign that the training is up and you can finally rest. You dropped the spell book down as you watch the sun slowly set and recalled that today is the 14th day of your training, “The days flew by so fast, I barely felt it…” you muttered to yourself while catching your breath after you have just finished the practice magic activities he asked you to perform for the day. “Ahh.. it’s finally done! My poor shoulders, my knees cannot even last to support my own body weight now…” you groan as you slumped down and lean your weary back on a nearby tree, your mana is so depleted due to the repeated spell casting you felt the body pains creep up swiftly, making you feel like you have turned into a mashed potato.
As you wipe the drops of sweat on your forehead, you felt something cold pressed on your cheek which caused you to jolt, you heard a laughter and your eyes caught the culprit who is now sitting beside you.
“By the magical gods, he is so pretty especially when he laughs, his voice is so sexy! I thought the test is over but what the heck is this?” you asked at the back of your mind, you now have a love-hate battle in your head for this man.
“I always find it cute when you are surprised, Y/N.” he teased while keenly staring at you who is pouting in annoyance, trying to hide your thoughts. He offers the bottle of cold water and you took it, gulping down the contents until the last drop for your much needed hydration.
Rain intently watched you down the water like a parched camel on a desert which made you anxious and snark a comment for his previous taunt “Really? You dare to make fun of me after what you have put me through these past few days? That’s so sweet of you, master Rain.”
He let out a chuckle, shifted his position and now you find yourself caged inside his strong arms on each side, with your back against the tree trunk. You can feel your heartbeat going fast as he leans close, his warm breath grazing your ear, whispering “Will a kiss or more make amends, my little vixen?”
You feel your cheek heat up upon hearing him, it make you feel like a melting butter on a hot pan. Your body is too tired to even retaliate, makes you wonder why you are always caught up with him during your most weak, vulnerable state.
You are just about to make a remark but he didn’t wait for what you’re about to say, he immediately had his lips on yours, teasing you by softly biting your lower lip as he goes. It sent a heat wave in your tensed up body but you still managed to reciprocate him, it’s clear what he wants and you get the message because your body aches not only in pain now, but in anticipation of what you both want to do.
The water mage breaks off the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours and placed his hands on each of your shoulders “I feel like I already made amends with you, didn’t know you easily forgive..” he said and smirked.
“Oh, you must’ve interpreted that incorrectly. Should I make a list of why I hate you these past few days?” you blurt out to save your ego.
“You hate me?” he asked in a confused tone, his forehead is now slightly backing away from yours to stare at you in disbelief.
“Ask someone to do all the activities you made me do, critic them like it’s the end of the world while yelling and drain their mana by redundantly making them do everything over until you feel like it’s okay then tell me if they would love that!” you said, all of your pent up complains came gushing out like a busted water pipe but in reality you just want to lift off the weight of these inside you.
Rain didn’t say a word after your statement, there’s a long, dead silence between the two of you now that even forest animals seem to feel the tension building up. You thought that you upset him so you looked down on your now clenched fists placed on top of your thighs, the silence makes you feel guilty about what you told him and regrets it a little.
“Am I too harsh on her?” Rain’s thoughts ran after hearing your remarks, he looks at you and noticed that you have bruises and scratches around, he is aware of this as he knew that some of the activities makes you prone to wounds and the likes but he makes sure that nothing will be fatal.
Since you are looking down, you missed to see his sad and worried expression, which is never visible to anyone on the academy but you. The man kneeled down in front of you, held your face so you meet his gaze and once you did, he calmly spoke to you “I won’t deny that I am strict on what activities I made you do because I thoroughly drafted it all for you to nurture your magic. I have chosen you as my apprentice because I believe in you and your talents, I understand that I might have been harsh or unforgiving but I just want to braise you for the world. Remember when I said that the world won’t go easy on you just because you’re new and inexperienced? This is what I want you to learn, sorry if it is so hard for you but trust me it is for the better.”
The sincerity in his eyes as he explained moved you and at the same time made you feel much worse than before because you complained about his training when he already told you everything beforehand. He is right and since it’s your dream to be one of the best mages you shouldn’t complain and just do as you were told. You inadvertently avoided his gaze by looking down again. “Y/N, I know you feel bad but I want to let you know that I don’t hate you or is mad at you for telling me your thoughts, if not I appreciate the honesty.” he said and pecked on your lips.
“I think it’s me who needs to make amends..” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck and went for a kiss. He answered your advances by playing with your tongue, his hands started to run around your body while yours remained steadily wrapped and resting on his shoulders. He hugged you close, not breaking the deep, passionate kiss. His body felt so hot against yours but you love the feeling it sends you. The mage have his hands under your top, slowly rubbing your back. The warmth of his palms is driving your senses wild, you can feel yourself getting wet down there. The excitement welling up inside you manifests on your body and you can’t deny it.
“R-rain… haaaahhh…” you moaned as he trails his kisses on your neck, he knows how to tease you more by going a bit slow and savoring your reactions by doing so.
You gasp as he suck on your collar bone while his hands are now playing with your hard nipples, your naughty hands acted like they have a mind of their own by touching his bulging erection and running them up and down to pleasure him and you know it’s working because he makes audible pleasure moans in between his kisses, painting a smile on your face knowing that you are doing a good job.
Rain stopped and looked at you, which made you halt what you’re doing to stare back at him. “I can’t hold back anymore, let’s continue this somewhere more comfortable, Y/N.” he said and even before you can react he already had you in a bridal carry and opened a water portal leading to his bedroom. He placed you down gently on the bed and resume trailing kisses on you, his hands are always so fast on undoing your covers until he took them all off. He spared no time on playing with your breast using his mouth and fingers after he successfully unclothed you. You are so into it that you can only let out your moans as he suck on your right mound, his left hand is playing on the other in a strumming movement. His right hand is rubbing your already wet cunt and you feel his fingers going in and out of your entrance, feeling your warmth and sleekness down there.
While he is drowning you with pleasure, you wish to give back so you work on removing his clothes but due to its complex design, you are unsure how to do it. You hear a little ripping sound and he caught on that. “Easy there little vixen, no need to rip my clothes off~” he jests as he began undoing his clothes in front of you and unsurprisingly, like the first time you saw him do this, your brain stopped functioning while staring at him in his nakedness. Your eyes scanned his shoulders which you held on to awhile ago, down to his perfectly shaped chests and pecs, your gaze traveled down to his toned abs and when your eyes reached his fully erect cock, you swallowed your own saliva and it felt like a lump going down your throat because your body reacted immediately on what your vision sees.
“Y/N, my eyes are up here.” he said and walked back to the bed then crawls above you until his body is now covering yours. He is teasing you like always, you retaliate by saying “My eyes are up here too, Rain.” because you noticed him staring at your breasts. He let out a sexy laugh and conquered your lips once again in a heated passion. The heat of the moment engulfs both of you as you continue to romance each other in ways you know, after minutes of foreplay he finally decided to go in, his entry is smooth like your pussy knew his shape and size and adjusted to accommodate him. He began to move in and out of your wet cave while kissing you and his hands continue to touch your bare chest. “Go in deeper, uhnnnghh..” you requested in his ear and you can feel the intensity of his thrusts increased, touching the sweet spot inside making your senses go wild with pleasure, your hands clawing on his bare back as he goes, leaving trails but he doesn’t seem to mind as he is also drowning with pleasure.
“Y/N… I- I’m close…aahhh….” he murmured in a husky voice and his thrusts gained speed, signaling that he will climax any minute now and you responded by wrapping your legs around him, giving him a sign that he can pour his love inside you anytime. After a few deep thrusts he finally came, a flowing gush of his semen coated your walls, the warmth of it burned inside you that made you arch your back and scream in pleasure.
He pulled out and you can feel his warm love flow out from you. While you were still catching your breath, you can feel him sit down on the bedside, his back is facing you and you notice the reddish claw marks you made which stands out even his skin is tan. You reached on them and trailed it using your fingers, he turned to look at you and smiled. “You have a habit of giving me these marks, are you perhaps half human, half cat?” he teased and leaned to kiss you. “Who knows? Maybe I’m half cat but the real question is will you still love me if I’m one?” you answered and smiled at him. “You can be half of anything I will still love you the same, Y/N.” he said and laid down beside you. You let out a hearty laugh after hearing that and kissed him, who knew that this man can be this sweet and you are just so thankful he shows this side only to you.
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Spamton G Spamton
(From this ( x ) ask meme)
Oh boy... It's been 84 years since I got to talk about my other interests that are not Soulsb0rne xD Yes, I AM still waiting for Deltarune to be finished, just accept it </3
First impression: Bwahahaha, he is so funny! What the fuuuuuuuck xD I don't know how I never expected anyone like that from a COMPUTER-themed Chapter, but what the fuuuuck! xDDDD
Impression now: Honestly? This character cannot be OVER-rated. He is objectively good, and no amount of "hurr hurr mainstream :/" will make him cringe. Yes, that includes fanart that is not quite truthful to his real vibe. I just think he is a very good character - a much more sympathetic example of the character in the setting that gets to learn something he (probably) should have never known, and futility of fighting against it than, say, Jevil was. Jevil SIMPLY went mad, Jevil SIMPLY decided that if nothing is real then none are pain and deaths of people around him... Spamton, though? He still clings to the things he used to care about, he shares much more backstory from his former, more naive self, that 'self' is still alive within him, he wants to be 'real' rather than falling for complete insanity... There are just so many layers to him - all for the character whose EVERY fucking quote sounds like a shitpost. I appreciate the dissonance between his serious lore and his shitposty behavior a lot, actually. The classic of Indie games, hands down, one of the best Deltarune characters yet.
Favorite moment: You remember THE horror we all felt when by following his directions, we walked in the dead end room, and then tried to walk out of it...... only for the layout of the former screen to fucking CHANGE and create another dead end ;-; Also, the creepy smiley faces in the darkness. Fuckin. Fuckin CLASSIC of pixeley indie RPGs. I loved that small moment soooooo much. It is not to belittle his other moments - every single time he interacts with us and Kris is GOLD anyway. xD
Idea for a story: Lol, that's a hard one, let me refresh my memory... Well, I remember I came up with an idea of him and Noelle interacting - as an AU, or maybe parallel turn of events, or maybe 'it could not have happened in the game or else the chapter would not be fun, so just imagine if Deltarune story was NOT a game'... Yeah. I thought she'd find him funny, and that'd be how they'd strike a conversation.. And in that case, instead of Kris putting the (metaphorical) engagement and marriage rings on her, it'd be placing metaphorical princess and queen crowns on her. She'd basically become his secret weapon, convinced that Kris was possessed by an entity (TECHNICALLY true, by the way...) and they needed to extract it for everyone's sake (of course, for Spamton's first of all, hahah). SO yeah, Noelle would arrive as his secret weapon and have battle with the team instead. It also happened before some LORE about Noelle and Spamton got dropped, so when I also learned THAT, I was pleasantly surprised xD I am a prophet for real sfdfdhsd
Unpopular opinion: Hmmm... Well, I think fandom should never forget that he is both very sleazy AND very much of a loser. x) The last time I checked the fandom, I saw him either as a cute babyboy that toooootally simps for Swatch, OR as a super smart badass mastermind. But he is neither! He is a loser and cringe and fail, but at the same time tries his best to be sneaky. Not a nice person, but not an evil mastermind. He is cringe, but not JUST a comic relief - he has a lot going on! Just imagine a trademark card dealer sneaky guy being struck with the knowledge beyond his understanding... That's it. Basically, my unpopular opinion is just that with Spamton, it is a constant fight of the balancing the character! He is simpler than fandom portrays him AND more complicated than fandom portrays him at the same time!
Favorite relationship: Lol, all his relationship SUCK (source: check his lore) and none of this stuff is genuine anymore </3 However, I am a huge sucker for backstory material where he was still a wholesome family with the Addisons. I see them as actual brothers (divisions of the same concept for Darkners), with Spamton being more like adopted one. But, they all were cringe salespeople at some point! The Knight just HAS to always pick the outcast... Like how Joker card is the least used (so we got Jevil), and how natually, spam is the least checked kind of e-mail and advertisement... But he WAS their cringe weird brother at some point, who was failing but tried his best, and they still accepted him!
Favorite headcanon:
My favorite headcanon is that it was acid x) As much as I love the theme of a Darkner turning more toylike upon learning about the sheer HORROR of their existence, there are still other darkners who were not exposed to Chaos that show toy-like features. So yes, he had to be rebuild, I think.
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Thank you for an ask! x) Sorry if anyone here doesn't like Deltarune (and maybe Undertale too). I don't get to talk about this interest all that often, but UTDR is still one of my favourite pieces of fiction, and this character in particular IS one of my all time favs </3
#deltarune#spamton#spamton g spamton#(yes that's his ACTUAL name very polite of you anon to address him that way xD)#ask replies#ask meme
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Larissa’s Reluctant Romance
part 1 of however many my ADHD allows
Characters: Larissa Weems/Wednesday Addams
Summary: It’s just an angsty shitpost of a fic while I wait for season 2 to confirm that they have in fact ruined everything. Wednesday is smitten and a little annoyed about it. She’s trying very hard to provide a little romance for a Larissa who’s clearly in need of some. If Wednesday reads as a little neurospicy that’s probably just author projection. Her being smitten by Larissa is definitely author projection.
Warning: There’s no underage or dubious consent but that doesn’t make Larissa’s actions entirely innocent (especially in later chapters *assuming I follow through with those*)
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“I’m in love with you.” Larissa startled from where she was sitting at her vanity removing her make up. She turned to see Wednesday standing in her bedroom. “Wednesday, what on Earth?” “I’m in love with you,” she reiterated. Larissa gaped at her; still not fully processing what was happening. Wednesday allowed the silence to lengthen, seemingly perfectly at home within it. Finally, Larissa’s mind provided her with, “There were at least two locked doors between where you were and where you are now.” “And they are locked once again.” A further pause to gather her thoughts… “Wednesday, do you think it’s appropriate to come into my quarters at 11 pm without so much as knocking?” “No.” “Okay…then why did you do that?” “I’ve been lying awake, analyzing the problem that’s causing my nightmares, and the feeling of uncertainty I’ve had when in your presence of late, and I’ve discovered that the reason I continue to dwell on the sight of you lying injured on the floor is because I’m distressed by it. That was uncharacteristic of me, and I’ve only just realized that it’s because I love you. I was not especially pleased to discover that information. I’ve sworn repeatedly not to follow in my parents’ footsteps and allow that sort of emotion to inform my behavior, but I appear to be unable to resolve the issue. Now that I’m fully aware of it, I felt compelled to inform you.” More silence. Larissa was struggling. Wednesday had just confessed her love for her and she had done so in the most typically deadpan manner Larissa had come to expect of her. But she was more than a little shocked by the revelation. Most of the time, she couldn’t be certain that Wednesday was even tolerating her in a platonic way, so to hear that she was in love with her was really throwing her for a loop. “…Wednesday, I’m the same age as your mother; as both of your parents.” “Yes, but importantly, you are not my parent.” “But I am your principal, and you are a student in my care.” “Yes.” “So…do you expect me to act in some way on the information you’ve provided?” “No.” “I see.” “So, may I ask why you’ve broken into my quarters at 11 pm?” “I drew a conclusion that had eluded me for a few weeks and felt the need to include you. I also wanted to give you this.” Wednesday removed a Tiffany’s jewelry case from behind her back, and opened it to reveal a large tear shaped ruby set in diamonds that formed a star like pattern around it. It appeared to be on a platinum necklace. “Wednesday, what is that?” “Your necklace.” “Where did you get that?” “It belonged to my grandmother. It, now, belongs to you.” “Wednesday, I cannot take that.” “It belongs to you. I will not take it back.” “Wednesday, someday you will have someone who is able to reciprocate your feelings. They will cherish that necklace, but I cannot accept it.” “There will not be another. I hadn’t intended for there to be a first, but regardless, I love you, and that means this necklace belongs to you.” She closed the box, placed it on the dresser next to her, and turned to leave.” “Wednesday, when did you begin having nightmares?” “A day or so after Laurel attempted to murder you.” “That was weeks ago. Wednesday, I think you may be experiencing PTSD. I think you should speak to someone about ways to try and process your trauma.” “I’m concerned that you may not be thinking clearly, and I can’t help but feel guilty. I’m sorry you witnessed the attack. I’m sorry she hurt you, and I’m sorry I was the one who brought her here so she could do those things.” “It wasn’t your fault. She did an excellent job of deceiving everyone.” “I will leave you to you ablutions. Goodnight, Principal Weems.” With that, she turned and left. Larissa continued to stare at the spot for several moments afterward. The exchange was so strange, even by Addams Family standards, that she began to question whether it had actually happened. The jewelry case on the dresser confirmed for her that it had in fact occurred. Larissa didn’t know what to think.
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Stray Love (SFW) Hall x Reader (feat. Leon briefly)
Note: I apologize if this might feel rushed or if it's not that good. We just had to put down one of our family cats, that we've had for 10+ years, today, so I'm not in the greatest conditions to be writing at the moment. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow and I'll look back over this while starting on the next one. Have a nice day/night.
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It was a beautiful day. I was out for a walk, enjoying this rare summer weather. A cool breeze rustled the trees along the sidewalk and blew white, fluffy clouds through the sky. I'm usually not a fan of walks, but today was just to good to pass up.
People passed me left and right, some in a hurry and some taking their time, like me, just enjoying the brief respite from the sweltering heat. Conversations blossomed from all around me, white noise in the background, none really attention grabbing for me to care and try to listen in.
I was looking at my phone, mindlessly browsing through social media after deciding to take a seat on a bench. Nothing interesting seemed to be happening at the moment so I decided to look through the tag for my current fixation at the moment. The community always turned out great content from hilarious shitposts to fantastic art work and writing.
"I apologize for bothering you, miss, but would you lend me some aid or at least some advise? I believe it might be dire." The soft voice caught me off guard and I snapped my head up to face the stranger. It was an Esper with light purple skin with darker purple markings on his chest and under his eyes, his eyes themselves were white with the slightest tint of purple as well. He held a worried expression on his face, it made my heart race with concern of my own. Whatever the problem was, it had to be bad to approach a stranger for help.
That's when I noticed the scraggly creature in his arms. It was a sickly, scrawny black cat, breathing quite heavily. "Oh god." I quickly put my phone away and stood up to meet the man. "Dire might be an understatement. What happened? Uh, the cat is what you're talking about, right?" "Indeed, it is. I just found it like this in the ruins of Hazlitt." "Hazlitt? Way out there? Poor guy." I held out my hand in front of the cats face for it to sniff and gently stroked its head.
At some point in time another man had joined the one that had approached me. I instantly recognized him as a Shadow Guard. The hitman, Leon. This other guy must be a member of the Shadow Decree as well.
"Would you be able to help or at least point me in the right direction. I'm afraid I can't take it in it's current condition, I wouldn't be able to properly care for it the extent that it needs, but I couldn't bring myself to leave it there." My heart ached for the poor thing and refused to care that the two in front of me were considered threats to society.
"T-the clinic isn't too far from here, I can show you. U-unless you're in a hurry, t-then I can just take the cat real q-quick." My growing concern for the cats well being made me stutter as I tried to get my words out quickly. The man turned his head slightly over his shoulder towards the other who pulled a notebook out of his shirt pocket. "We have time before our next mission. Go ahead if you wish."
I set off at a brisk pace, not wanting to waste too much time, but also not wanting to leave the other two behind. Well... other one. Looks like Leon wasn't joining us.
The silence felt awkward to me so I decided to try starting some conversation. "So how did you find the cat? Was it just laying around or did it approach you?" "I could hear its rasping breathing and slow heart beat. It sounded so sickly, so sad. I felt horrid that someone had just left this poor thing all alone." "Yeah, I understand. Even in more populated areas you can still find them in this condition and people will just walk right by them, not caring in the least. God it makes my blood boil sometimes." I heard the man lightly chuckle behind me so I stopped and turned back towards him with a hand on my hip and a playful smile. "What?" "Nothing. It's just amusing to hear someone get so passionate about it. It's cute, really."
I hmphed and turned back to continue walking, trying not to freak out about being called cute by a stranger. A handsome stranger at that. "We're almost there, just a couple more turns." "Thank you again for taking time out of your day to help. It means a lot to me." "It's no big deal, I was just on a walk, enjoying the nice weather. I didn't have any plans for the day." "It is quite pleasant out today. A welcomed change compared to what it has been. I hope it stays this way for a while longer." "Yeah, I heard it's supposed to last two or three more days. Who knows though, I don't actually pay attention to my weather app."
Small conversations passed between the two of us as we made our way to the clinic, reaching our destination quickly. I held the door open for him and entered after. "Wait here for a moment." He nodded in acknowledgement and I went to the back where a family friend of mine and the others were going about their business.
"Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?" "Hey, we have a problem. A supper sick, weak cat found in Hazlitt. It's not looking good." My friend and the main vet followed me out front where the Esper was waiting for us. "Oh goodness, poor baby. Come on lets get it into the examination room."
We entered a side room in the hall that lead to the back and the vet started to do her thing, making comments here and there on some visible conditions and the overall terrible health and stating that it was a young female. "Well... Gosh I don't know, We'll do what we can and treat her and keep an eye on her, but I can't make any promises that she'll pull through in this condition. She'll definitely have a better chance, just... no guarantee." The man, who I still didn't know the name of, looked down somewhat sadly. "I understand, I knew that that might have been the case when I found her, but hearing it out right..." He shut his eyes and shook his head. "Thank you for your time and for taking in this cat, I will do my best to drop by tomorrow and hear what you have to say." "If she makes it into tomorrow then her chances of recovering it will greatly increase, she won't be out of the wood completely, but it'll definitely a good sign."
We thanked the vet for her time and left the cat in their care, stopping to talk out front. "Thank you for helping. It means a lot, really. I'm Hall, sorry for not introducing myself earlier. It slipped my mind." "Oh, no it's fine. I'm y/n. It was... nice to meet you." He gave me a closed eyed smile. "Indeed, it's been pleasant. Uh..." He opened his eyes and dropped the smile in thought. "Would... you mind if I walked you home? I still have time 'til my next mission and I would hate to just leave you to walk home on your own." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, a small smile and a light blush now present on his face. I could feel my own face heat up a bit at the offer. "O-oh sure. I don't mind. Thank you."
We started on our way to my place, pleasant conversations once again filling the silence as we went, taking our time. Once there, we exchanged contact information, which caused me to find out that Hall was actually blind, I had just thought his eye color was due to him being an Esper, and bid our farewells. "Thank you, for walking me home. It was nice." "Of course. It was no problem. Uh... Could... we meet up again by chance? It has truly been pleasant being with you and I would like to do so again, maybe~ tomorrow?" His soft and nervous smile made my heart skip a beat. "Oh, uh. Yeah, of course! I wouldn't mind seeing you again. Just... maybe, call or send me a message or maybe we could meet up at the clinic after checking in with them." "Right, I'll call you when I leave to visit then. I'll be looking forward too it." He gently placed his hand on my head before turning away to leave with a wave. "R-right, see you then."
I stood there and watched him leave for a moment, heart beating loudly in my chest, before quickly entering my house, slamming the door shut and sliding down it, freaking out into my hands. Did... I just agree to go on a date with a member of the Shadow Decree? I better not be signing myself up for disaster.
#dislyte writing#dislyte x reader#dislyte fanfiction#sfw#dislyte#dislyte hall#hall dislyte#hall x reader
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Response to an ask from Ophelia:
Ophelia! Hello! You're not upsetting me, you're okay. I'm not overly stressed about the discourse as much as I have been in the past (like when it first started) so I'm okay listening to you! My anxieties were more a sudden irrational worry that people were upset with me, but it's mostly passed :). I'm answering your ask under the cut for space!
Entirely fair to not want to get involved! In the past that's also pretty much how I approached discourse (unless it directly affected a friend, which happened once or twice), I'm just getting more involved this time because as one of the bigger tumblr blogs I feel a sort of responsibility to among other things, but that's unrelated
I think your frustration/confusion is entirely fair! "White humor" can mean a lot of things and is a wide generalization. I think (may be wrong here) that it was more of an offhanded comment than a serious, analytic observation of tumblr that then spiraled out of control. I don't think the person who said that ever intended for it to even get any attention. You make an excellent point about hypocrisy in understanding humor. If the sites have different humors it seems almost expected that different understandings would lead to confusion like this.
What you're feeling right now is entirely valid and okay. You're not wrong for having a reaction. It's possible that part of what's creating that situation where they felt cruel and then acted like they weren't is because we don't know who is saying what on IG. Some people identify themselves, but otherwise it's a bunch of anons. So while one is saying one thing, another says something different and maybe that muddles it a little because we can't keep track of them the way you can keep track of us.
I think it makes sense that your brain made the connection between your own experiences. I don't think it's 100% the same, but I can 100% see the similarities and don't think you're making it up or anything. I'm sorry about your sibling and the things they've said/done to you; I know it's got nothing to do with me but I'm trying to express compassion over the situation. It doesn't make you a bad sibling to avoid them for your sake; they're being a bad sibling by treating you that way. I know this wasn't the point of your ask but I wanted to mention it
As for the tumblr fandom, if this is too stressful and you need to take a break or leave, that's entirely okay. I can say though, as someone whose been around for a while (four years), that I have complete confidence that this is all temporary. The fandom has been through some rough discourse in the past and it has always gotten itself back together and calmed down afterward--I mean, you finding it calm is proof of that! that calm was after discourse had happened. This isn't the first discourse there's been and it won't be the last, but it won't last forever.
We'll still go on making headcanons, making art, writing fics, hosting events, making shitposts, and everything we've done before. All that being said, if leaving is what's right for you then I 100% support you and just hope you'll keep in touch from time to time as I happen to like you and talking to you. But if not I understand; I am pretty wrapped up in kotlc.
That's a long way of saying that your feelings and stress about the situation are entirely understandable and valid. I know I've definitely had my own sets of frustrations as well. It's not a fun situation, and if you need a break I wish you the best!
Emotionally, I am tossing goldfish crackers and a glass of water into your emotional black hole so that you can have some sustenance <3
#quil's queries#ophelia nonsie#colored text#discourse is never fun#hence me offering my blog as a place to talk directly if people want#specifically so that we can be calm again and have fun together#it may take a week or two#but I have complete confidence things will calm down again#you can already see it starting#at least I think so#there are more rational posts on either side (I'm not just talking about mine)#because people want it to be resolved so we can relax again!#so I think we'll get there#we always do#but I support whatever is best for you regardless of all that
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A random dump of trauma [or why i stopped worrying about when a friend might backstab me, and just learned to enjoy their presence for what it's worth]
TL;DR: This was going to be a post about me warning people about how to be careful with who you chose to be your friend, but upon revision, I realize that's not the case. Be polite, be efficient, and have a plan to abscond from any toxic community that makes itself hell for you.
So for a long LONG time I've spent on the internet I can say that I've probably only had one healthy relationship that lasted several years across the internet, and it was back when I was on Xbox live gold and farting around with other 12-17 yearolds. It was great but we all fizzled out when I lost access to one of my old accounts, but even then at that point life was getting to each one of us one by one.
I share this because I think this was the only friend group that I've had online that was genuinely concerned about my well being more often than not, people i was safe sharing some slivers of my living situation with, sure not as much as I'm open to share now but I feel like it was fun.
The other 2 major places I had hung out with were less so. One was a far right echo chamber that I had to be threatened with violence (among other things) to get out of [Thank god I actually respect my brother for this] and there was a mentally draining toxic as hell cesspit was slowly wearing me down until I eventual self-exiling.
Not going to name names but, respectively These communities were a Doom Multiplayer Community, and the other was a Youtube community. The former I joined during the Height of the whole "Make America gooder again" bullshit parade. When I joined the server I was happy to finally find something that I can actually connect with outside of the random bullshit I was doing in Gmod and Roblox still. I had just started getting into sketching random ADHD addled story ideas in my study notebooks and I thought this was a good place to share them.
Then I saw they had a Trump channel dedicated to political shitposting.
I did not take this as a red flag at the time. I really REALLY should have.
I did eventually start spending a lot of time with these people and forming genuine connections with them because well they seemed nice (and I had not come out as trans at that moment, I was still super masc Identifying despite having a MYRIAD OF FEMALE CHARACTERS AS MY PROFILE PIC) I shortly started distancing myself when I started casually saying antisemetic rhetoric and jokes in my real day-to-day life and my parents had every reason not to like that I did that.
Theeen they started makeing jokes about the Transgender suicide statistics.
Then I got really REALLY icy with them and just gave them an Irish goodbye.
And then after a while I just kind of went to youtube and started watching through random shit, and lo and behold a new "The Room" of Video games dropped and I was watching so many youtubers reviewing it because it was just SO BAFFLING to me.
Through this I got in contact with another community I felt rather comfortable spending most of my time in. I was one of the first wave of people who were even aware of the central community's existence so it felt like I had found something cool! I chatted with a lot of people who were a lot more sane about current events and started making more genuine friends online again. About a year passes, server priorities were changed and I ended up being a solid part of the community, for better and worse.
I did have a few hangups here and there, a few crazys here that made it clear that the community needed frequent moderators. And with that a few bad mods that either didn't do their job or rule lawyered over every single user that they didn't like.
And then the first really bad thing happened to me.
At this point the youtuber, a person who I kind of hung out with on the regular takes me and a few others and gives us a special secret role that sets us in a separate field that isn't visible to the regulars. Their reasoning was because the voice chat gets overwhelming while they're trying to work and talk with people. At the time I understood and for a while it was in fact a great place to hang out!
And then one of the members lets slip that their wife actually owns their discord account and proceeds to make another to join the server.
I want to STRESS I met her when I was 17-coming on 18 when I continue down this part.
I have already went into detail about how she really messed me up and I have named her on my twitter, but Tumblr won't get that honor (and also I don't want to get anymore death threats over how their favorite furry vtuber got scared off the platform by a meanie clout chaser).
For a while the friendgroup and I got along great, including and ESPECIALLY me and the "wife" as I'll dub her, the youtuber, and quite a few other people. Time passes, I find out about how "wife" streams occasionally and since i'm starting to get into watching live streams I decide to give her a watch a few times. Then I let slip that I just turned 18 after a birthday recently.
Biggest fucking mistake of my life, I now know that I did the equivalent of accidentally letting a vampire into my life.
She then proceeded to slide into my DMs about increasingly lewd topics. I had BILLIONS of questions comments and concerns running through my brain but for some reason I ignored all of the red flags because a girl was interested in me and at the time... i was a little attention starved.
Things got more clearly gold-diggy as time went on, her not so subtly bugging me for free art and amazon gifts when I in fact did not have a job and barely any money. On top of the fact she was going around in the youtuber's chatrooms asking for games so she can stream, flat out. But I still thought nothing of it, that it was all ok. It didn't matter that she was married, right? So I hang out with her, Dm her, and attend her streams quite a bit more frequently. I allowed her to all but fully bully me under the guise that it's just a fetish thing, that I haven't voiced consent for because it genuinely flustered me in a way I liked. I even drew fanart of her fursona both lewd and not lewd!!!
And then she sends me a picture of a thousand dollar bad dragon dildo.
She starts by asking which one she should get, I joke about getting one with seminal fluids, and the bold bitch straight up asks me to help pay for it.
I told her "I don't actually have any money to do so... sorry." Trying to let her down gently instead of saying what i was thinking "Why the FUCK are you asking me to help you pay for a thousand dollar monster cock."
She went "oh :c" and left me alone for the night.
The Next fucking morning a friend asked in voice chat "So uh... did anybody else get "the wife" asking them to help her pay for a thousand dollar dildo?"
At that moment my image of her and our relationship was fucking obliterated. It fucking emotionally ruined me. I have some inkling of an idea as to why I was so emotionally invested in this relationship of what was essentially sexting.
I ended up recieving one end of a girlfriend treatment affair with The "Husband and Wife" and when this all came to light the illusion faded. I wasn't having a meaningful relationship with anybody! It was just a transaction on one end and I was about ready to just fully dedicate to the bad end of simp culture!!! like full stop she was manipulating not just ME but a whole slew of potential paypigs to bankroll her streaming career.
We eventually ban her for the implications of knowing me since I was a minor and probably intelligently sussing me out as a potential paypig. At that point I became a moderator for the community and... unfortunately I was a terrible moderator there.
#rambles#random thoughts#cw: trauma#trauma dumping#friendships#Don't let the dark thoughts win >:u#wall of text#too long#i'm so fucking sorry lol#generic posts#multiple posts
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Okay, one of my latest reblog was Giyuu saying he saw someone cute and Kyo just fucking shouts at them that Giyuu finds them cute and I just HAVE to write a cute little fic on this now.
I’ll just make a bullet pointed drabble because that’s the only way my head can organize it right now lol
And this thing is kind of a rushed “shitpost” lol, it was just quick and cute little thing I wanted to write
✧༺ ♡ ༻∞ ♡ ∞༺ ♡ ༻✧
✧༺ ♡ ༻∞ ♡ ∞༺ ♡ ༻✧
You were assigned as the new pillar and Ubuyashiki held a meeting to introduce you.
You stood there with your chest puffed out, back as straight as a needle and eyes so focused it seemed nothing could kept past you without notice.
Giyuu was amazed at how strong you looked. You looked like you knew exactly what you were doing at every moment. He wasn’t surprised you became a Hashira with that kind of aura surrounding you.
The meeting was concluded but all the Hashira’s stayed to introduce themselves to you and talk with you more. Normally the raven haired man would have left by now, but he was so infatuated with you he just couldn’t leave.
He got a closer look of your features. He noticed the way your skin would crinkle around your eyes as you smiled, how pink your cheeks got from such sudden attention and how soft your hair looked as it sat perfectly on your head.
He snapped back to reality and realized what he was thinking and quickly shook those thoughts from his head. It didn’t work because those thoughts continued to linger
Rengoku noticed his best friend water pillar keeping a distance from the group and approached him.
“Tomioka, my man! Don’t linger so far from the group! Don’t you want to meet Y/N?!” The flame hashira boomed out.
Giyuu continued on about he doesn’t need to stand any closer and that he was at a normal distance.
“And plus I’ve already met, Y/N. Master Ubuyashiki has already introduced them.”
“So then what do you think of, Y/N? You think they’d make a great Hashira? I sure do, they look very capable! Hahaha!!” Rengoku’s thunderous voice spoke once again.
In the next moment, Giyuu had no idea what had happened and why his filter had randomly left him! Because then he said with out warning, “I think Y/N’s really cute...”
With complete shock, Giyuu’s eyes widen and his body stiffens. He quickly looks to Rengoku in such desperate hopes that he hadn’t just heard him. But the strange hair colored man’s face said it all. His shocked face quickly turned into a seemingly mischievous smile. It wasn’t a smile of mischief at all, he was just happy to hear his friend finding another person attractive. And with that, with no hesitation, Rengoku beamed loudly,
“Hey, Y/N! My friend Tomioka Giyuu over here thinks you’re cute!! You should talk to him!!” A smile stretched across his face ear to ear. Meanwhile the man with mixed matched haori was trying to hide his face behind his hair.
His head turned to the side to avoid any eye contact and he felt his entire face set on fire. Why would Rengoku do that?! No, why would he blurt that at all!! Where did his filter go? Why did he tell Rengoku that, he knows Rengoku would spread information of that sort like wildfire! He doesn’t have a quite mouth at all!
Giyuu was shattering inside as he quickly grabbed Rengoku’s haori sleeve to yank at him and tell him to quite down. He turned his heel, ready to walk away as far and fast as his could until he heard your laugh. It wasn’t a laugh of judgment and disgust that he was expecting. It was gentle and bashful. He turned his head to look at you and met with your eyes.
“Thank you, Giyuu. I think you’re pretty cute too.”
#I just think Kyo and Giyuu would be great fucking friends#it’s that iconic dynamic of doesnt talk and doesnt stop talking lolol#Kyo is 100% Giyuu’s wingman lmao#tomioka giyuu#tomioka giyuu x reader#kny fics#kny x reader#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer x reader#giyuu x reader#giyuu x y/n#giyuu tomioka headcanons#rengoku kyōjurō#kny rengoku
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Far Away From L.A.
Story Summary: Dylan arrives ahead of production to a new filming location to get a break from L.A. It’s a small town in eastern Canada that’s remote and serene. While he’s enjoying the touch of anonymity that comes with filming in a rural town where most people couldn’t care less who he was, he meets Amelia.
Pairing: Dylan x OFC
Warnings: eventual smut, RPF, slight angst, general naughtiness
A/N: This is basically one giant shitpost. Read it if you want to. It’s self-indulgent and will be smutty. It’s probably not going to be super long, and I’m not committing to an update schedule. I am in a writing groove though, so who knows ;) No beta? No problem! Right? .... Ugh.
Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / *IN PROGRESS*
Chapter 1: Escape (Dylan POV)
‘It’s not easy being in the spotlight.’ Everyone says that. Everyone. And everyone also thinks it’s a cliché. The truth of the matter is, clichés are clichés for a reason. Fame and notoriety have a way of dehumanizing you. It separates you from everyone else, for largely superficial reasons. To Dylan, acting was what he did for a living, and he was lucky because it was something he was good at and that he loved. He wasn’t doing it for fame. In fact, he kind of hated that part of it all. He appreciated his fans, loved how passionate they were and that they chose to support his work, but he’d always found the idea of celebrity so odd.
You wouldn’t rush up to a barista that had served you coffee that morning on a walk with their dog and ask for a picture. Of course you wouldn’t. That’s absurd. That’s how he felt sometimes. He knew it wasn’t fair to compare those experiences, but he couldn’t help but long for the same anonymity. Nothing was his anymore. Privacy was something he still desperately clung to, and he was pretty good at keeping the most intimate details of his life to himself, but who else had to be careful who they were seen with in public and what tweets they chose to like? It was exhausting, but he’d signed up for it, he supposed.
It didn’t help that he lived in LA. It was a teeming swamp of paparazzi. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been photographed at LAX with his pillow tucked under his arm trying to hide as much as he could under his ball cap and sunglasses. It was the last place he wanted to be swarmed. He’d either woken up early to make a flight, or was jet lagged as hell on his way back from one thing or another, just wishing he was at home in his bed when they’re chasing him out to his car to get a picture. The whole fiasco attracted the attention of everyone else in the damn terminal. Countless autographs and unflattering photos later, he can finally escape.
An escape, that’s what he needed. He got those from time to time. He especially enjoyed his trips to New York. He still got noticed there, but not everyone that recognized him intruded. He could go to a Mets game, get asked for a couple of pictures, and go about his business. New Yorkers seemed to respect his personal space a bit more and didn’t seem as concerned or consumed with the spectacle of celebrity. But what he really loved was filming outside of the usual celebrity haunts.
Locations are kept quiet prior to the start of filming, for the most part, and those first few days, before anyone knows where you are or has really recognized you, you can walk around without the weight of all of that on your shoulders. That’s where he found himself now. He’d arrived early, ahead of the production crew and the other actors, to a small town in Nova Scotia, Canada. He was set to start filming a period piece that he’d signed onto a while back. The script had spoke to him and the director had reached out after seeing his performance in “Amazing Stories”.
He found a Bed and Breakfast online before he’d left LA. It was a quaint little place on a country road about 10 miles from where the majority of filming would be taking place. The air was cool, and the first hints of fall were stealing the green from the leaves in the trees. He forgot how much he loved fall on the east coast. It was always his favorite time of year before he’d moved to California.
Dylan was standing outside his rental car taking in the expanse of wheat fields and the river that wove its way through the valley when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his sweats. He snatched his ball cap off the passenger seat and placed it on his head as he read the message that flashed across his screen.
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T-Pose: You make it there alright?
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Dylan smiled. He and Tyler were out the night before for dinner at Tyler’s favorite bar, Stout, in LA and had hung out at Tyler’s place after. They laughed and caught each other up on what they were getting up to since they’d last spoken, quickly falling into old habits. He hated that he had to head home to be up early enough to catch his flight.
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Dylan: Yeah bro. I’m here
T-Pose: Nice! How is it so far?
Dylan: It’s quiet.
T-Pose: Sounds like just the right place for you right now
Dylan: Yeah. 2 weeks before filming starts. I’m just going to try to find some time to just exist, dude
T-Pose: I’m sure those Canadians will take good care of you up there
Dylan: Haha, for sure. Thanks again for the talk last night, man. I needed that shit more than you know
T-Pose: Always, brother. Always. I’ve got you
Dylan: Thanks, man. I got you too. Can you send me that song you played for me last night, btw?
T-Pose: For sure! I’ll throw it in the share drive.
Dylan: Sounds good, man. Listen. I gotta get settled in find a place to get some grub before I pass out
T-Pose: All good, dude. Enjoy yourself up there. Let me know if you see a whale or some shit
Dylan: Hah! You’ll be the first to know if I get Moby Dicked
T-Pose: Dicked 😉
Dylan: Behave. You child.
T-Pose: 👶
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Dylan smiled and shook his head as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. He walked around the car to the trunk and grabbed his bag and pillow. He didn’t even make it to the front door before an older woman, 5 feet tall on a good day, was coming out to greet him at the top of the stairs that led up to the front porch.
“Hi there, dear!” she said, beaming as she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Hello,” he smiled back.
“I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding us.”
“Oh, no. None at all,” Dylan said, stepping up to stand next to her. “I’m just glad you had space for me on short notice.”
“Stop!” she scoffed playfully, waving her hand. “We’ve never been fully booked in the 30 years we’ve run this place. It’s no trouble at all.” She grinned, patting his shoulder. “I’m Violet,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.
“Dylan,” he replied, taking her hand in his. “I’m just glad you were able to find space for me on such short notice, you know?” He set his bag down next to him. “I shouldn’t have been playing so fast and loose with my plans.”
He smiled, looking past her at the swing on the porch that lazily hung on its chains and the expanse of fields beyond the rail. This really was exactly where he needed to be.
“What brings you to Nova Scotia?” She asked, reaching to pick up his bag.
Dylan stopped her, smiling in thanks before picking it up himself. “Just some good ol’ fashioned R&R,” he sighed.
“Well,” she smiled, stepping out of his way to clear the path, “you came to the right place.” She opened the door and the day’s sunlight spilled into the modest lobby. An old Afghan rug ran along the hallway adjacent to the old oak staircase. A large sitting room opened to the left at the foot of the stairs, a stately fireplace adorning the wall. To the right, sat a large dining table with a single flower arrangement. The smell of fresh bread wafted out from the kitchen beyond the closed glass doors at the far end of the table.
“Nice place you got here,” he said with a nod, removing his hat.
She blushed just a little. “Well thank you! We like to think so.” She fussed with a crooked picture frame before clearing her throat. “I can show you to your room, if you like?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
Dylan followed her up the staircase and down the hall to a room that overlooked the back of the property. The windows ran from the floor to the ceiling, all the trim dark and wide. The walls were covered in a speckled pattern of small flowers. The bed had four posts that nearly reached the high ceiling. There were more pillows than had any right to be on a single bed at one time, but the quilted blanket looked warm and inviting.
“If you don’t like it, there’s another—”
“No, no,” he interrupted, not wanting her to think he was displeased, “it’s perfect, really.” He smiled at her, sitting his bags on the end of the bed. “Thank you.”
She sighed, patting her thighs. “Well. I won’t trouble you any longer. If there’s anything you need, you can find one of us in the office downstairs next to the kitchen.”
“Sounds good.”
“Oh! I almost forgot. Breakfasts are served at 8 am, if you’d like to partake.”
Dylan’s stomach growled at the thought of food. He never liked to eat before a flight, so his last meal was last night with Tyler.
“And there’s a book in the drawer of the nightstand with some information about local sight seeing, restaurants, and little tidbits my family has thrown in for guests.”
Dylan smiled. “That’s perfect, actually.”
“Alright then, dear. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I hope to see you at breakfast!” She backed out through the door, closing it behind her.
Dylan looked up at the ceiling, taking a long breath as he stretched out his neck. He walked over to the window and pulled back the sheers to get a better view. A large tree stood alone in a field of green grass. Its canopy was nearly perfectly symmetrical, and on one of the lowest bows, a tire swing hung neglected on a worn rope. Beyond the tree, a large red barn stood tall in the field. It looked well cared for and recently painted. The hay loft door swung open in the breeze.
“Sure not in L.A. anymore.”
#my trash#dylan obrien#dylan obrien imagines#dylan obrien fanfiction#dylan obrien x original female character#dylan fic#dylan x ofc#far away from L.A.#FAFLA Chapter 1#FAFLA fic#trashy writing
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Mmmmm.,, thinking about how if Tubbo nommed Tommy and Tommy grew just enough in his stomach to make a little bump.,,
Ok when I asked for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed prompts, you got the message. You understood the assignment completely, you genius anon. Funnier yet, I had the same thought about Tommy shifting while in someone earlier, so you’re pyscic and also very much pandering to what i like to write and it’s working very well.
tw: vore, cursing
Btw, I took my shitpost idea from this post and made it a full story
“Tubbo, no.” Tommy deadpanned at Tubbo, who looked back at him with puppy eyes. “Tubbo yes!! You actually studied for this and I didn’t and if I flunk another test my dads gonna kill me!” the shorter teen whined. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Well then maybe you should’ve studied! I’m not gonna help you cheat this, I don’t even know how i would do that!”
Tubbo pouted and gave him a death glare that he ultimately couldn’t hold as long as Tommy could, so he sighed in defeat and started to get ready for school.
*****
School went pretty well for Tommy. He’d been pestered about the test a few more times by Tubbo, but he ignored most of the advances. He was just walking from the class he’d taken the test in to his next class when he got a text from his best friend: ‘meet me in the storage closet by the caf.’ Huh. Odd. Nevertheless, Tommy shrugged and headed that way. Not like he had much else to do at the moment.
He soon stepped into the storage closet, the heavy door closing behind him and shutting him in almost complete darkness as he fumbled around looking for a light switch. He could hear things clattering around him, but every time he reached in the direction of the noise, more noise seemed to come from another direction. What was going on? “Tubbo?” Tommy whispered. “You in here, big man?” Tommy said, a bit louder. No response, except the noises. Tommy could feel himself start to shrink in a bit as his movements became more sporadic looking for the light. “Seriously man, this isn’t funny!!” Suddenly, a loud clap sounded from behind him, scaring him and accelerating the shrinking he had already subconsciously been doing as he shrieked, now a measly 3 inches tall.
Suddenly he felt himself be lifted off the ground as the lights finally came on. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see Tubbo holding him by his shirt collar, the heavy, large textbook that Tubbo had violently shut to make the clap noise now laying closed on the floor, looking smug with himself. Tommy glared daggers at him. “That was a low blow, Tubso.” “Of don’t be over dramatic,” the bigger teen smirked, “I’m just getting the help I need.” And with that, Tommy was tossed up into the air and quickly caught in Tubbo’s mouth. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!!” Tommy shouted as Tubbo’s tongue lapped at his face. He was unceremoniously pushed into the side of Tubbo’s cheek as he tried to respond. “You just took the test, I’m going in to take the test now, so you can at least help me get some answers.” “You little-“ Tommy tried to finish before he was cut off by a loud swallow.
Tommy felt his legs get pulled down into the tight muscles of the throat. He tried to punch at Tubbo’s tongue to get his friend to spit him out but he only heard Tubbo chuckle as the muscles pulled him down to his shoulders and eventually sucked him in completely. Tubbo left the storage closet once he couldn’t feel Tommy in his mouth anymore and made his way to class. Tommy landed in his stomach with a dull thud as he heard the storage room door close and felt Tubbo start walking. Great. Didn’t this asshole know he had school, too?
Tommy pouted and laid back one of the wet spongy walls and slid down, begrudgingly accepting defeat. Eventually he felt Tubbo sit down, and he heard the lecturer start to speak, before silence once again. Tubbo poked his stomach. Tommy kicked at the wall where he had been poked. “You can’t just eat me and expect me to help you. Prick.” Another poke from the outside. Tommy kicked again.
There was an annoyed scoff from outside and soon the small space Tommy was sitting in practically folded in on itself as Tubbo moved to sit with his knees pressed against his torso. “Oh, fuck off, you dickhead!” Tommy shouted. “I’ll give you the fuckin answers, Jesus, just let up!!” Tommy could practically hear Tubbos smug grin as he put his knees back down and sat normally. Tommy sat fuming, giving Tubbo the answers to the test, waiting for the signal tap that signified his giant friend was ready for the next answer. So as Tommy sat and mindlessly rattled off information, he thought about what he could do to get a little revenge for the impromptu nom session. It was hard to think of something good enough. He needed something that was funny, but inconvenient, and that he could do from the stomach he was stuck in. Something that would piss Tubbo off in a playful way, and nothing that would cause him pain, maybe a bit of discomfort…wait. That’s it, that would work, all he had to do was time it right. The logical and mature side of Tommy’s brain said it was a bad idea: he’d never tried shifting while in a person before. Well, that part of his brain could fuck off for all Tommy cared. He’d never listened to it anyways. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so funny…’
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A half an hour later, Tubbo finished the test. He was pretty proud of his successful plan to get Tommy to help him cheat, and he couldn’t see himself getting caught. There was no physical evidence of it, and he knew that as annoyed as he knew Tommy was, his best friend wouldn’t rat him out. He even made sure to fill in some answers wrong, it was foolproof! Tubbo leaned back, feeling the minuscule weight inside him, and if he focused hard enough, could even feel Tommy breath. He’d never get tired of how weird that felt, no matter how many times he ate Tommy. It gave him a sort of peace. He felt kind of bad for practically forcing Tommy into sitting in his gut, but it was his fault in the first place! If Tommy hadn’t refused to help him, Tubbo wouldn’t have had to resort to this! And he knew that Tommy would try to reign hell on him for this, but for the moment, he put that thought aside. There wasn’t much revenge Tommy could do from his stomach.
Tubbo soon heard the bell ring. And as soon as he went to stand up, he felt something inside him move. No, not move, grow. Double, triple the size Tommy was when he was swallowed, bigger than anything he’d ever even try to get down his throat, and all within the span of a second. The sudden shock of the change mixed with the uneven and unfamiliar added weight in Tubbos body made him fall backwards with a yelp, landing on his ass and knocking over a chair in the process. He heard some kids laugh at him on their way out the door, and saw other just stare. He could feel his face get hotter from the embarrassment. He not only heard, but felt Tommy laugh at him, the shifters now louder voice making the stomach walls around him vibrate slightly. And, oh god, that was a weird feeling.
Tubbo clutched his gut for dear life as he tried to stand. He grabbed a nearby desk and pulled himself up, doing his best to steady himself. And as soon as he finally managed to get used to the weight, more was added. He felt his stomach stretch around Tommy, more weight being added, making him stumble a bit more before he elbowed himself in the stomach, pulled his hood over his head, and tried to walk as quickly as possible to anywhere private, ignoring Tommy’s laughing fit.
Ten minutes later, Tubbo found a private, hidden area under a set of outdoor steps near his school. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear just to be sure that if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t think he was a crazy person talking to himself. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Tubbo yelled, making Tommy laugh more. “Oh, you have no idea how much I would’ve paid to see the look on your face!” Tommy wheezed. “What did you do?” Tommy’s laughter died down as he tried to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s pretty obvious big man. I shifted.” “In me?!” “Well, yeah. Consider this payback for scaring me shitless and swallowing me without permission.”
Tubbo face palmed with his free hand and started to pace, feeling Tommy’s much larger form sway in his stomach and stretch it with every turn he made as he walked. “Ok, ok, fine I guess I deserved that. Just, why’d you have to do it in class? People were looking at me like I was an idiot. And how big are you even right now?” “Cause you are stupid,” Tommy answered part of the first question, but pondered the other. “I’d say a foot tall? Maybe a foot and a half?”
“A foot?!” “Yeah, that’s what I said. Listen, maybe.” “Alright, alright, ok, you’ve had your fun, now shrink so I can get you out of there and we can both go about our days.” Tubbo sighed. “No can do, big man.” Tommy replied simply, as if Tubbo were to have expected that answer. He didn’t. “Why the hell not?!” Tubbo yelled again, sitting on a step, to frustrated to keep pacing. “You put me in here in the first place. I’m now your responsibility, and you did this to yourself.” Tubbo felt a somewhat uncomfortable pressure on the front of his stomach and pulled up his shirt, partially horrified and partially amazed to see the front of his belly pushing forwards, slight imprints from under his skin. Tommy’s hands. Before Tubbo could even get a word out, Tommy finished: “Remember, I’m not stuck in here with you. You’re stuck out there with me.” The pressure released, and Tubbos abdomen went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be. It still looked somewhat bloated for obvious reasons, the outline of Tommy practically indistinguishable from any other stuffed gut to everyone but Tubbo, but it wasn’t anything his hoodie couldn’t hide. Tubbo made it a point to stand up from the step quickly to try and jostle Tommy, but only succeeded in making himself feel a quick pit in his stomach, making him instinctually hunch over as it stretched downwards to accommodate Tommy’s weight. “Whatever. I’m done talking to you.” Tubbo replied sternly before walking off to his next class, which he was now horribly late for. “Sounds good, but I’m not quite done talking to you yet.” So the next 10 minutes was spent with Tubbo walking to class and Tommy rambling about increasingly bizarre topics in an attempt to irritate Tubbo, and with Tubbo unable to respond without being heard since he’d put his phone in his backpack like an idiot and now couldn’t reach it.
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He walked into his next class 20 minutes late, and as quickly as possible made his way to his empty chair next to Ranboo, who started giving him weird looks a few minutes after he sat down. Tubbo gave him a weird look, and Ranboo looked back utterly confused and somewhat distraught looking. Tubbo shrugged and went back to his work, trying to pick up what the teacher was saying and drown out Tommy’s nonsense. Ranboo didn’t stop giving him weird glances though, and he seemed to be getting more and more anxious. Tubbo was about to ask him what was wrong when surprisingly Ranboo stood up and addressed the teacher. “Excuse me, I have a really bad headache. Like, it’s hard to concentrate and I’m seeing spots and it’s all around just really awful, can I go to the nurse, please?” He was given permission and was told to take someone with him, roughly grabbing Tubbo by the arm and practically dragging him out of the classroom as fast as possible.
At this point, Tubbo was worried. Ranboo was an introverted guy, there’s no way he’d draw that much attention to himself in class unless it was an emergency. He got even more worried when Ranboo dragged him past the nurses office and into a storage closet not dissimilar to the one Tubbo and Tommy had been in earlier. “Boo, are you alri-“ “Out of curiosity, where’s Tommy?” Ranboo interrupted. Tubbo froze. “Ummm…I don’t know, why do you ask?” He replied, trying not to sound as guilty as he was as Tommy, who had been silent since Ranboo had dragged Tubbo out of the classroom, mumbled to himself. Something about Tubbo being an asshole. “Oh, maybe because once you came in late and sat down I started hearing Tommy. Quiet, muffled, even, but I know his voice. That, and literally no one besides Tommy can talk about absolutely nothing for so long.” Tubbo heard Tommy let out an offended scoff and a “fuck you” at Ranboo, who apparently also heard it. “See, there it is again! You can hear him to, I know it. So where is he? I thought he was in your backpack, but you didn’t bring it with you to the ‘nurses office,’” Ranboo said, putting in air quotes, “so I don’t know where else I’d be able to hear him from.” Tubbo was left speechless again. Luckily for him, or actually rather unlucky, depending on how you look at it, Tommy was incapable of being left speechless. “In here, Ranboob!!” Tommy shouted, punching the front of the stomach walls, making Tubbo let out a hiss of pain as he punched himself in the stomach. Ranboo just stared blankly. “He’s…he’s in there?” Ranboo asked, pointing at Tubbo’s midsection. Tubbo sighed and nodded. Thank god he had to explain this to Ranboo and not some rando who didn’t know that he and Tommy did this regularly. “I thought that no one besides you could hear him when you ate him? I’ve never heard him from in there before.” “Probably because I’ve never been this big in a person before.” Tommy shouted in reply. “He’s a fucking foot tall, Ranboo. He’s making me miserable.” Tubbo deadpanned. “Just returning the favor!” Tommy shouted. “Ok, ok, wait, what happened, I’m so confused.” Ranboo questioned.
Tommy and Tubbo filled Ranboo in on what went down, who had his face in his hands by the end of the explanation, his thoughts clear to Tommy and Tubbo: ‘why do I have such idiot friends?’ “…ok,” Ranboo finally spoke out, “If anyone asks, I have a fever and you two, er, well, Tubbo helped me walk home. School ends in, like, 3 hours anyways, so it should be fine.” Tubbo and Tommy both seemed ok with that idea, so they went back to Tommy’s house, since Tommy’s family was at work, where Ranboo made both Tommy and Tubbo apologize for being assholes to each other, eventually convincing Tommy to shrink back down and finally give Tubbo a break. Tubbo didn’t spit him out though, and from the one sided conversation Ranboo was hearing, it seemed like Tommy was fine with that. Soon enough, all three were taking a nap.
***
At 2 o’clock, Phil got home, surprised to find the front door unlocked. He carefully made his way inside the house, looking for anything that could have been stolen or god forbid a thief still in the house. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until he got to Tommy’s room, where he found Ranboo and Tubbo asleep on a backup comforter they kept around for the two when they slept over. Phil only had to wonder briefly where Tommy was, until his mind registered Tubbo’s hand, which was pressed protectively against his stomach. ‘Wait, shouldn’t they still be in school?’ Phil thought. But he took one look at the sleeping teens and decided he would chew them out later, turning of the light and closing the door.
#Slime this is what I told you about#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#g/t#tw vore#sizeshifter!tommy au#cynwrites#cyncerity
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Caught {Kaminari Denki x Reader}
I am so mad at myself, I was just tryna organize my account after leaving tumblr for like 2 years and I deleted one of my best goddamn works instead a random shitpost - god fucking dammit, anyways I was able to save the original text so here it is - I'm an idiot
Also it's NSFW ya hornies
Low grunts filled the room, the sound of slow and deep thrusts bouncing off the walls. You groaned into the pillow that you were holding onto, your teeth digging into the fabric as Kaminari slid his length in and out of you.
It had been weeks since the two of you had been able to be with one another, both of you going to different hero schools. So when you were finally able to spend time with him (after he snuck you in of course), he was quick to pull you into bed with him.
His soft kisses and playful teasing quickly turned into bruising kisses and soft nips until he had you on all fours and his hands on your hips. And now you were here, your arms having given out and grabbed his pillow for support. You needed to be quiet, after all, it was still barely noon.
You let out a muffled moan and your thighs twitched as Kaminari hit a specific spot in you.
“God, you feel so good (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear, his front pressed against his back. The new angle had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling.
Releasing your grip on the pillow, you glanced to your side at Kaminari. His forehead was beading with sweat and his eyes were screwed in concentration and pleasure.
“I c-could say the same ab-about you.” You stuttered between thrusts.
Kaminari smiled and opened his eyes to meet yours, a wonderful gaze of love tracked on your visage. “God, how was I so lucky to get a cutie like you?” Kaminari muttered, making you blush.
You moved to hide your face in the pillow again, only to have one of Kaminari’s hands move your face back towards him. “Come on now, don’t be so shy now.” He teased.
Of course, he’d tease you about your shyness. It was probably the one thing keeping your relationship with him from getting out. It’s not that you didn’t really love Kaminari it was just… you knew his friends could be rowdy, (hell your friends were nosy as hell when it came to your life, not that you were annoyed by it), and you weren’t sure if you could mentally or emotionally prepare yourself for that.
It just made you wonder what Kaminari saw in a quiet and shy girl like you in the first place.
You rolled your eyes at his comment, only to squeeze them shut as a particular thrust made your insides spasm around him again.
Kaminari let out a low and guttural moan as he felt your velvety walls grip onto him. “Shit (Y/N) if you do that again I might just cum.” He muttered, straightening back up and setting a fast and hard pace. His hands ran up and down your hips with a soft trail, making your heart flutter.
Your grip on the pillow tightened and your muffled whines increased in frequency and pitch as Kaminari set a hard and heavy pace, the sound of your hips meeting his making a satisfying smack bounce across the walls of his room.
Everything was going fine… that is until your ears perked up on the sounds out in the hall. It sounded like multiple people, one of them yelling over the other. You heard a distinct word that had to be some weird nickname for Kaminari.
“Sparky.”
You turned your head, your mouth opening to warn Kaminari of who might be coming in, but the door was quicker and opened before you could say anything.
Thankfully, your boyfriend was quick to react, grabbing the covers and pulling them over the two of you to shield at least your body from the intruders.
“What the fuck guys! Don’t you know how to knock!” Kaminari yelled at the door. He actually sounded mad.
Glancing over Kaminari’s arm that was shielding your form, you could see four people standing at the door. You immediately recognized them as his friend group (or as he lovingly called it, the Baku-squad), which consisted of the redhead Kirishima, the angry blond Bakugou, and always smiling Sero, and the gossiper Mina.
You had been having thoughts of meeting them for some time now… but this was not how you wanted it to go. At all.
Kirishima was the first to react. He closed his mouth, which had fallen open as he saw the display in front of him.
“Oh, shit um. So Kami-bro. We were just going to ask if you wanted to join us at the arcade… but it seems you’re already busy with something.”
“Or someone!” Sero spoke up, high fiving Mina.
You groaned and let your head fall down into the pillow, an embarrassed blush covering your cheeks.
“Oh shut up guys!” Kaminari yelled, grabbing a different pillow from his bed and chucking it at the door. Mina, the target, let out a yelp and shielded her body from the fluffy attack with her arms.
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he grabbed the door handle. “We’re leaving in 15 minutes. That should give you enough time to finish what you’re doing and come down here with your girlfriend you shitty Pikachu.”
And with that, he closed the door with a sharp snap. You could hear the others complaining, saying something about wanting to tease them more, but they were cut off with an array of explosions and angry cursing.
You and Kaminari didn’t move a muscle until their footsteps had completely faded.
When he finally deduced that the two of you were alone once again, he let his head fall on your back with a groan of utter embarrasement. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).” He muttered against your skin. “That was the worst way I could’ve introduced you to my friends.”
You smiled lovingly at the boy, rubbing his hand softly. “It’s not like you meant it to be like that. I don’t blame you or anything.” You could feel Kaminari’s lips pull into a small smile against your skin. He placed a small kiss on your shoulder, making you hum. “It sounded like your friend Bakugou wanted to meet me… even if he said it in a weird way… so we should probably get downstairs.”
You motioned to move out of the bed, but Kaminari’s grip on your hips stopped you. “Hold on (Y/n). He said we could finish what we were doing up here. You wanna?” He asked, rolling hips against you, making you moan quietly.
A bright blush covered your cheeks. You gave Kaminari a small nod, making him smile. “Awesome. I’ll make this quick. And then you can properly meet my friends.”
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I’ve noticed a shortage of yan! Shoto :0 Whilst Kiri is my absolute fave, Todoroki needs some love too! Could I request some Yan! Shoto being absolutely touch starved and obsessed with a sweet, loving, motherly and smol reader? (it can be nsfw if you so wish!) Thank you!! (Btw, I love reading your stories, it’s a blessing in my day, even just looking at your shitposts/memes. And if you ever want to talk, jus say so. I hope you have a good day!! 🥺💞) - Sugar Anon 🧚♀️
Sugar anon! That is such a cute identifier and I hope to see you in my asks again!! Hopefully this is along the lines of what you were thinking!!!
It’s a very good concept btw cause like mhm him getting completely overwhelmed and overstimulated during diddly times cause he’s never had anyone be intimate with him.
Like moaning and his cheeks are flushed and oh
(Y/N) is a new doctor at Shouto’s agency in charge of patching him up between missions and basically being his doctor. Shouto likes her gentle hands and soft touches, lets himself get a bit more scraped up then he would normally. He’s just so touch starved and she’s so motherly and its such an intimate setting and he’s never had feelings like this before and he doesn’t know what to do.
Has yandere tendencies but tries to squash them down or hide them, tries to be normal.
One day gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk, stumbles into her office and she’s immediately worried, once she figures out what’s up she tries to get out, lock him in there until someone stronger than he can come escort him home but he grabs her before she can get to the door.
He’s crying cause he’s so horny it hurts (he’s never been this aroused in his LIFE) and he wanted everything to be perfect and he wanted to woo her but now he’s forcing himself on her and he can’t stop his hips from moving and he’s confessing all the bad things he’s done while he’s known her and she’s absolutely horrified, traumatized.
Warnings - NSFW, noncon, very hard noncon. Aphrodisiacs (spelling?) and a low-key weird comment about Shouto’s mommy-issues at the end. Dude is so twisted and sad and touch starved.
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“Todoroki-san, I have had to patch you up six different times in two days.”
Shouto cocked his head, staring at you with his bi-colored eyes, studying your face as you tended to the wound on his shoulder. The lilt to your voice suggested you were teasing, making small talk to distract the man as you swiped a disinfectant pad over the cut. You knew what you would be expected to do when you applied for this job, knew that heros were often injured.
He had overseen the hiring process himself, his last doctor had left the agency for a job in a different country. Shouto held no hard feelings for the doctor, knew that as a hero he often got himself into trouble, needed a lot of attention and care. Not everyone could be expected to spend so much time with him, attending to his health - even if he was paying them a more-than adequate salary.
Most of the candidates had bored him when they came in for their scheduled interviews. Too many of them were looking at this position as a way to launch them into a nice comfortable position in a prestigious hospital. They seemed… uninterested, or too interested, some of the candidates invading his space when they came for a handshake, babbling about how much of a fan they were.
You weren’t like that. There was a professional distance when you shook his hand, smiling at him pleasantly as you introduced himself. Then you sat down, waited for him and his team to begin asking you questions. Shouto couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to your hands, letting himself wonder whether those hands would be the right ones for the job. You looked so delicate, at least to him, a pro-hero.
But he already liked you better than any of the other candidates.
So you were hired, on the condition that you would be on a trial period for the first two months, with halved pay. It was still far above minimum wage, but Shouto was weary of hiring seemingly-normal employees only for them to turn out to just be trying to get to know him, whatever their reasons. The trial period was for his own sanity.
Currently he was sitting in your office, perched on the edge of the exam table tucked into the corner. Today he had managed to escape his most recent fight with only a few mild scrapes and bruises, but as his doctor, you needed to make sure he was okay, clean his wounds and patch him up before letting him go home for the day. It wouldn’t do anybody any good if one of the top pro heros collapsed on the job because of a lack of medical care.
Your office was stocked with everything a doctor of your caliber could possibly need. Your “office” was really a mock hospital room, in a medium sized room located at the back of the agency. Having you on site meant that Shouto never had to bother with trips to the hospital, being swarmed by fans when he wasn’t feeling good or having someone who didn’t understand the capabilities of his quirk try to treat him.
It also meant he could relax, know that he was being taken care of. With you being so new, Shouto still had his guard up, ready for any-and-everything.
So far you had been nothing but gentle.
You had hardly talked to him, other than the expected “This might sting” or “Deep breath in”. You warned him before you touched him, but otherwise were very quiet, working diligently and professionally. Shouto enjoyed it honestly, being able to step away from the buzz and hubbub of his agency and into his doctor’s office, where it was quiet and calm and peaceful.
Being with his mother had felt like this. Felt safe and refreshing and like a secret haven tucked away from the rest of the world.
Clicking you tongue, you gave the pro hero a thumbs up as you stepped back.
“Alright, you’re good to go! Please be safe on your way home Todoroki-san.”
Shouto nodded, a stiff smile passing his lips as he rose to his feet. You were a good doctor, always took the best care of him.
“You as well Y/N.”
——
The next visit to your office revealed that you had added a few personal touches.
A cheesy poster on the wall, directly across from the exam table, a single plant on your desk, A bowl of mini lollipops on the shelf by the door.
Cute.
Today was a short visit, just a quick once-over to make sure there weren’t any cuts or wounds that he hadn’t felt, the normal questions any quirks used against him during the day. Shouto found himself wishing the visit had been longer as you gave him the all-clear, moving away from the exam table so he could stand up. Before he walked out the door, you stopped him, silently handed him a lollipop. He took it, noticing how soft your hand felt against his as he withdrew.
Shouto didn’t like sweets, but he didn’t mind accepting a lollipop from you. He could just offer it to his secretary when he passed her desk, no biggie. It was easier to do that than hurt your feelings by refusing.
Well, he knew it probably wouldn’t hurt your feelings. He just liked seeing the little twinkle in your eye when he accepted it. He assumed the lollipops were a gag, something usually given to small children for being brave at their checkups.
He wasn’t your only patient, much as he would’ve liked. His agency had several other up-and-coming heroes, and several sidekicks, and you tended to all of them. Shouto liked to think that you saved the majority of your tenderness for him.
One time he had come in while you were setting one of the sidekick’s shoulders. You had asked him to sit down in your office chair, to give you a minute so you could finish up with his coworker. Shouto had done exactly that, watching as your soft hands gripped the sidekick hard, fingers digging in.
“One, two, three.” You gave a countdown, forcefully jerking the shoulder back in place on “three”. The sidekick groaned at the pain, head shaking as if to clear his head from the intense sensation. You went over to your lollipop bowl, ignoring Shouto as he sat in your chair, returning to the sidekick to give him the sugary treat.
The sidekick sucked on the lollipop while you bandaged his arm into a sling, immobilizing it so it could heal. When you were done, you sent him on his way with a soft smile, before turning to Shouto.
“Todoroki-san, thank you for waiting. How are you feeling today?”
Todoroki moved to the exam table when you motioned for him, immediately stripping off one of the boots of his hero costume.
“Hello (Y/N), it’s good to see you. I’m feeling good, got nicked by a spike during a fight today. Luckily it hit my ankle, and it’s not very painful.”
“Mm, let’s have a look.”
You kneeled down, giving him a small warning before pulling his foot towards you, examining the tiny cut gracing his ankle. Shouto paused, closing his eyes as he relaxed at your touch. He didn’t remember the last time he felt this at-ease with another human. He didn’t know what it was about you; maybe your gentle, soft demeanor? Perhaps it was your kind touch, how you never pressed too hard and always respecting his personal space.
Even as your fingers prodded at the cut, feeling the bone underneath, Shouto felt relaxed, content. He liked being around you, being with you. Even if the two of you hardly conversed. Maybe he could change that?
“(Y/N), how have you been finding working here?”
You looked up at him, bright eyes warm and kind. Shouto felt his chest tighten.
“Oh, it’s very nice Todoroki-san! I hope I’m doing a good job attending to everyone.” With a smile, you returned to his ankle, producing an alcohol wipe from seemingly nowhere.
Shouto nodded, hands gripping the edge of the exam table. “I certainly appreciate your service. You have very tender hands.” Just like his mom. When he was younger, before his scare… Shouto remembered the care his mother would give to a scraped knee or a bump on his head. The soft touch, the kindness, the gentle hands - Shouto didn’t want to insult you by comparing you to his mother, so he stayed silent.
With a start, the man realized you were beaming up at him, wrapping a bandage around his ankle. He smiled back, felt his cheeks flush a little. What was this?
“Thank you! I know how important my patient is to the world.”
Ah, yes, his job.
His job that he should probably getting back to.
Reluctantly, Shouto accepted the usual lollipop from your hands, wishing you would linger so he could feel the brush of your skin against his own.
Was he developing feelings for you?
——
It was a startling idea. Shouto never thought himself the type to have /feelings/ for someone else. When he thought of his future, it never involved another person. He didn’t want a family, didn’t want the opportunity to make the same mistakes as his father.
But as he gave the idea more thought, Shouto realized that he was feeling… something towards you. It was different to what he felt for Izuku, for Bakugou and Kirishima. He didn’t crave their touch like he did yours. Had physical contact always had such an appeal?
His last doctor had touched him, it was necessary of course to patch up his various wounds from fights. But somehow it wasn’t the same as when you touched him.
Shouto spent each exam studying you, your features, the way you moved, how you almost skipped over to the lollipop bowl to retrieve him one at the end of the exam. He felt drawn to you, wanted to touch your hair, hold onto your hand when you handed him the lollipop. Would you touch him if he asked? A hug maybe?
In his penthouse, Shouto mulled over his feelings, his wants and needs and how you fit in. Would it be prudent for him to start a relationship at this point in his life? Would you even consider him as a partner? No, probably not. You were much too professional, wouldn’t even think of starting a relationship with your boss.
Maybe he could fire you.
No, no, Shouto couldn’t do that, it would make you hate him. Plus, he wouldn’t be able to see you as often. And Shouto was quickly becoming of the opinion that he wouldn’t mind seeing you more often than he did now.
He wanted more from you. He didn’t know what he wanted, but… maybe he could learn.
——
If you noticed how frequently Shouto seemed to be visiting you, compared to his usual once-daily check up, you didn’t say anything.
Tabloids were beginning to comment on how eager the pro hero seemed to engage in hand-to-hand with villains. His usual strategy involved using his quirk, only getting his hands dirty if absolutely necessary. But now? He was constantly looking to get hit, kicked, clawed, wounded.
He had to come see you after every over-dramatic scrap with a villain. You didn’t seem to notice, nor mind seeing his face pop around the door 3-4 times a day, sheepishly asking if you could patch up a new cut, check out a new bruise, make sure his nose wasn’t broken.
Shouto could feel himself falling, further and further into the rigid embrace of love, or at least, his version of it. Did other people experience attraction this vividly?
He had come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to you, not just your body but your mind, your personality, your very existence. He wanted to stay in your office, lingering after every visit and awkwardly attempting small talk just so you would interact with him, just so he could be with you a little longer.
In the privacy of his own apartment, Shouto found himself researching on his laptop. “How to get the girl” “Ways to let her know you like her” “What does love feel like”. He felt so juvenile, but the man was genuinely at a loss for how to deal with his feelings for you. Telling you outright wouldn’t be appropriate. You would never enter a relationship with your boss, Shouto knew this, you were too good of an employee. Flirting was not his forte, and was completely out of the question.
So he stuck to what he knew how to do - keep his mouth shut and watch.
You never turned him away from your office, never showed irritation when he showed up, never gave any sign that you were becoming tired of his presence. Shouto took this as an invitation, a sign that maybe, just maybe, you had feelings for him too. He found himself bringing his lunch down to your office, asking if he could eat there, just to get away from everyone for a little bit. You always let him, nonchalantly scrolling through your phone as you ate during your lunch break.
Shouto was a bit embarrassed of himself when he pulled your file from the employee records. If anyone asked why, he would just tell them that he was considering giving you a raise, but wasn’t sure. That’s a valid reason to bring out an employee’s file, right? He just wanted to know where you live, if it was far from the agency. The man couldn’t stomach the thought of you, gentle, little (Y/N) having to walk home alone at night, or take the train with all the creeps that could be there.
When he came upon your address, Shouto made a note to ask if you’d like him to drive you home. It was at least a thirty minute drive, he didn’t want to think about how you usually got home. What if something happened to his doctor?
When he broached the subject, Shouto thought he did pretty well at acting nonchalant.
“The weather’s getting colder, isn’t it?”
You nodded, wrapping gauze around a nasty gash on his calf.
“I feel bad for anyone who has to walk during the evenings.” He stated.
“Aw, it’s not that bad in my opinion.” You took the bait “I walk home from the train station every night and the weather isn’t awful. It’ll probably get nasty as winter comes though.”
“You have to take the metro to get home? Where do you live.” As if he didn’t know. But you’d recoil if he offered just yet, probably be weirded out that he knew your address.
“Yeah, I live over in the Shikuyu district. It’s a really pretty walk in the fall though, all those trees turning different colors.”
Shouto wrung his hands, taking a deep breath. “Let me drive you home tonight, there’s been some criminal activity going down over there and it’s not one of my sectors. I need my doctor safe.”
You tried to protest, and Shouto let you, but ultimately pulled the boss card, insisting that he needed to take care of his employees, especially one that he bothered so much.
“You never bother me Todoroki-san.” You laughed, dropping a lollipop into Shouto’s lap.
Shouto kept his face from souring, missing the usual contact of your gentle, silky-soft hands as you handed the treat to him. But it was fine, he would get more time with you. In his car, just the two of you, outside of work.
Then he registered what you said, and his head snapped up, eyes wide and roving over you as you turned away, cleaning up the exam table and messy supplies.
It was all the confirmation he needed.
——
After the first time Shouto drove you home, you refused to let him go out of his way to help you out. Still, he was your boss and he could insist that you at least call an uber, or a cab. He didn’t feel comfortable sending his little doctor off onto the train every night after work. Shouto even upped your pay so you could afford it easier, saying there was no reason to be unsafe.
It was hard for him to know if he was being too suffocating. He didn’t want for you to regret your statement about him never bothering you.
So he had his agency install new security cameras.
One was placed in your office, where there hadn’t been one before. You weren’t too pressed when Shouto asked you what you thought of the upgrades, said you could see the sense in making sure the building was safe, especially the doctor’s office, where the heroes would be at their most vulnerable.
Shouto agreed - he was always at his most vulnerable when he was around you.
But now he could stop letting his body take a beating in order to see you. He could sit in his office, busy himself with paperwork and have the security feed from your office pulled up on his laptop. Half the time Shouto got distracted, abandoning the paperwork in order to watch you work, treating sidekicks and heroes-in-training and anyone else the agency had hired.
He tried to ignore the bitter pang of jealousy that reared it’s head.
Shouto knew jealousy, knew anger and negative emotions very well. His childhood had been littered with nothing but bad memories and negative moments. The only time he felt at peace was when he was curled in his mom’s lap, the woman running slender fingers through his bi-colored hair. Sometimes, when he was still very small, she would have the time to read him a story before bedtime.
She was such an amazing woman.
Shouto saw her in you.
The way you tended to him so gently, delicately treating his wounds. How you carded through his hair, just like his mom used to, when you were checking for head wounds. The way your lovely hands pressed against his back when you felt to see if a rib was cracked, rubbing each rib slow and soft, pressing. It was just like how his mom would rub his back.
The man swore your touch was addictive. He wanted more and more and more and he didn’t have a clue as how to get it. Shouto had to be satisfied with fleeting brushes when he moved before you were ready, accidentally jostling you against his body. Or telling you (lying) that his body was hurting, sore, it didn’t quite feel right. You would do your best to check for any injuries, asking where it hurt (usually his torso “hurt”) and then skimming your hands very carefully over the skin there.
Shouto imagined how nice it would be to fall asleep with your hands on him.
He wasn’t stupid. He was getting too attached, too invested, was practically stalking your at this point. He shouldn’t be doing this, lying to you, watching you. But he didn’t know what else to do.
Guilt was beginning to take root in his mind.
One day he knew he would have to tell you, confess his feelings and deal with the outcome. You would accept him, hopefully. Shouto felt afraid for what he would do if you didn’t.
——
Shouto felt hot, disoriented, thirsty. He was pretty sure he was in your office, had gotten hit with a villains quirk during a fight. Apparently it had knocked him out, as he didn’t remember even coming into the agency.
Muffled voices could be heard past the closed door, and Shouto winced at the noise, at the light, at the feelings of his clothes against his skin. Everything felt too much. He stumbled off the exam table, yup, your office, and moved towards the light switch, stripping off his shirt as he did so.
The voices outside were still making noise, but with the light off Shouto felt a little better. His remaining clothes were still bothering him. His head felt fuzzy.
His boots came off, followed by his pants. He wanted to take off his boxers, but his rational mind supplied how bad of an idea that would be. What if you came in?
At the thought of his little doctor, Shouto’s stomach jolted in arousal. Confused, the man peered down, surprised to find himself completely hard in his boxer briefs. He knew he considered you very attractive, but it usually took a fair bit of stimulus before he found himself aroused.
Shouto gulped as he climbed back onto the exam table, immediately curling onto his side towards the wall. He was practically panting with the heat of the room, sweating and drooling. Wait, drooling?
The door opened.
“Todoroki-san, I have bad news.”
Your voice was so sweet, like warm honey. Shouto shivered when he heard it, his cock twitching between his legs. He wanted to turn to you, stand up, pull you close. But he… he shouldn’t.
“You got hit by an aphrodisiac quirk. It’s going to take a bit to leave your system, and will probably be uncomfortable until then. I’m going to leave some supplies in case you would like to use them, but I will be taking my leave after getting you settled. The rest of your team and I have decided it’s safer for you to remain in this room than attempt to move you back home. We will be locking the door so no one can come in.”
And you can’t get out.
You didn’t have to say it,. Shouto heard you shuffling around the room behind him, he was so hot, sweat was beading all over his body.
“(Y/N), Why am I so warm?” Shouto groaned out, trembling. It felt like he was sick but with… arousal.
Objects were set down on your desk, before Shouto heard you step towards him.
“The quirk is going to make your libido hyperactive for the next twelve hours or so. It’s very likely that you will be aroused and craving stimulation.”
You sounded so clinical, so robotic, none of the usual warmth in your tone when you talked to Shouto. He wanted to whine, cry that you weren’t treating him the way you usually did. And when he needed your help too! His rational brain was telling him that you were trying to be professional, give your mostly-naked boss privacy.
HIs rational brain told him to stay still, wait until you left the room to grab whatever you had left for him on the desk. It was entirely possible that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from grabbing your hands if he turned. He wanted to feel your hands on him, running over his torso, rubbing his back, cupping his cheek. He wanted your touch, so, so bad.
Shouto decided it was time for his rational brain to shut up.
When he turned over, sitting up, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights, already halfway to the door.
“(Y/N)” Shouto rasped, rising to his feet unsteadily. The arousal pooling in his gut was overwhelming - he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so hard. His penis was so rigid that it hurt, throbbing in his boxers.
You took a step back, eyes trained firmly on Shouto’s face, determined to not let them stray below the belt.
Shouto didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t rationalize any of it. The man wasn’t even in control of himself, feeling as if some demon from hell had invaded his body, taken his dirty thoughts and insisted that he act upon them right now.
The pro hero didn’t even know when he had grabbed you, but then he was pressing you up against his body and it felt so good that the man whimpered. A low, needy sound, softer than the spluttering and shocked noises tumbling from your mouth as you pushed against your boss, trapped in his grip.
“Todoroki-san! Please let go! The quirk-!”
Shouto didn’t listen, didn’t want to. He started grinding his hips against yours, breathing hard through his nose at the pleasure roaring into his veins at the simple contact, his dick pressing into your stomach.
It wasn’t enough though, he needed more.
Shouto dragged you to the exam table, manhandled you up against the flat surface and bent you over despite your struggling, the shouts of “No! Stop!”.
Should he stop? Probably. But he wanted this. Had ever since he realized that he loved you, although it hadn’t been this intense before. With one quick movement, Shouto pulled off your scrubs, discarding your underwear in the same movement. He wasn’t concerned about foreplay - he needed, he needed all of you right now.
But the man couldn’t resist falling to his knees behind you, hands moving their iron grip from your palms to your thighs. His fingertip dug into your flesh, dimpling up your skin as he leaned forward, your pussy exposed oh so prettily for him.
Shouto didn’t know if you were screaming or crying or begging for more. He was too focused on the juicy flesh in front of him, leaning forward quickly to greedily slurp at the pink slit. He felt you jump, try to straighten your back but he let his hold on his quirk weaken, simultaneously heating and freezing each thigh held in his grasp.
You quickly resumed the position he had put you in.
The pro hero couldn’t get enough, licking and sucking with fervent desperation at your folds, no rhythm or technique whatsoever. He couldn’t think, not with his face buried between your legs, your thighs shaking in his hold, your sweet little cries (“Todoroki-san /please/! Stop!”) filling the air.
It could have been seconds, or minutes, Shouto had no concept of what was happening, only that you were the best fucking thing he had ever tasted in his life, and he needed everything you had to give him. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to burying his face closer, trying to spread your thighs further and further so he could reach deeper into your puffy pussy.
Your cum gushed onto his tongue, and the man slurped it up, reveling in the stick, wet sensation.
He couldn’t ignore his dick any longer.
Letting go of your thighs, Shouto stood, pushing his boxer briefs down his legs as fast as he could, desperate to sheath himself inside your cunt. He could barely breathe, was so aroused he was light-headed with need.
With his boxers off, the man pressed close to you again, lifting one of your legs to brace it on the table, forcing you to go on tiptoe. When the head of his dick met your folds, Shouto felt his cock jump, the strange sensation making butterflies rise in his stomach.
“Mmhm, (Y/N) I don’t know-I don’t know what’s happening.” Shouto confessed, one hand on your hip, the other guiding his thick cock into your pussy. “You just-oh, you look so good, always - always do. I need to feel - need to feel you so bad.”
He could feel your body trembling, and it briefly crossed his mind that you were probably crying. But his arousal slammed into him like a truck the moment he let his hips twitch forward, sliding his length into your wet pussy. “Oh god, oh-oh god, oh!”
Shouto came, crying into your neck, saliva dripping from his mouth and onto your heated flesh.
To his surprise, his dick was still hard, and the arousal was still pushing, urging, needy.
“(Y/N), I don’t - I’m so sorry.” Shouto stuttered, pulling back just to have his hips plunge forward again. You were so warm, so wet from your own orgasm and from his cum sliding inside you. It was heaven.
Shouto had never touched, nor been touched this much in his entire life. He didn’t know what to do, how to feel; it felt like his brain was on fire, and with each desperate snap of his hips, he was throwing on more and more gasoline.
He had longer stamina this time, pounding you into the edge of the table for what felt like forever until his hips stuttered, his legs shaking as he orgasmed inside you.
When Shouto felt himself steady, he was horrified to find himself /still/ aroused.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), This isn’t - I didn’t want to do it like this.” He was crying as he rutted against you, tears dripping hot onto your back. “I’ve been trying to be perfect, plan - plan dates, a relationship, anything, as long as it’s you.”
The man buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling raggedly. “It can only ever be you.”
His clarity was returning, each orgasm making him feel less and less feverish. At this point, his cock hurt, and he was too sensitive, but still, his hips wouldn’t stop.
“I was going - going to ask if we could go out.” A lie, but it felt like the right thing to say. You were definitely crying underneath him, Shouto would be lower than trash if he didn’t try to comfort you. You didn’t need to know that the pro hero would rather have made you his home-doctor than ask you out. That way you’d be at his house, waiting for him, just like a pretty little wife, like a mother.
“I love you… think I always have.”
It felt good for Shouto to admit it out loud.
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hello my love, idk if you've had one of these before but: this is a content creator appreciation! list five favorite sets you've ever made and send this ask to five other content creators 🧡 (bc you need to appreciate your stunning works of art and admit you are a photoshop wizard ok byeeee)
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Fellas. Pals. Beloveds. I am... *squints and does double take* uh, two months late to the party. In my defense, which is an admittedly shoddy defense, it is taking about eight years to catch up on the couple weeks’ worth of messages I’ve been behind on. I am but a snail or a turtle, though one that is extremely flattered, and as such I did not want to leave these to collect more dust.
Answering all of these in one go because I do not think I can come up with 25 whole ass sets, being as nit-picky (as well as overtly critical, not to mention indecisive, not to mention forgetful, et cetera, et cetera) as I am. However! In an effort to practice the self-love a certain sorceress here is preaching, I’m forcing myself to compromise by picking some honorable mentions.
1. The Witcher Songs: I don’t know if anyone besides me will look at something they’ve made and go, “Huh, I will never top that.” But I’ve thought it about a few creations over the years, and as it stands, this set’s been the ‘unbeatable’ one for a year and a half. I’ve toyed a lot with the idea of recreating it, and I think I finally will when the new season drops, but it’s been a special set to me since it was one of those ‘milestone’ ones where I started branching out and seeing what methods in graphic-making I could apply to gifs.
2. This is kind of piggy-backing off #1 since that’s technically a poster set as well, but The Witcher Posters. Drove me insane, the whole lot of them. I fluctuated between “insanely frustrated” and “insanely proud” so often that by the time I finished any of them I was just insanely glad to have them off my hands.
3. Certified OT3 enthusiast that I am, I have made many a set for the chaotic trio, but I think I’m particularly proud of this times of day set and this eclipse set. For all the mixed feelings I tend to have about my own work, I do take pride in coming up with potentially-unique ideas and bringing them to life.
4. The Witcher ⨯ Twelfth Night by Shakespeare: There is legitimately an entire (albeit unfinished) set in my drafts of The Witcher and Shakespeare lines, but I had wanted to do something with this particular quote for literal ages because it felt like it fit Ciri, Yen and Geralt so well, and I’m really proud of how it turned out?
5. Little Red and the White Wolf: Another idea I didn’t get around to for a long time, but nevertheless a super fun concept to play around with. I remember it taking a while to get the reds just so since Ciri’s outfit is a whole wham-bam of blue-green, but I think I did a decent enough job in the color-shifting department.
Honorable mentions would probably go to this Yennefer set, this Geralt and Ciri set, and this recent Geraskefer set. Maybe. Or maybe I’d just give honorable mentions to all the meme and shitpost sets I’ve made, like this malewife/girlboss/manwhore set or this BDSM set.
#i never know whether to go with more recent sets or older ones or go for a general approach#so then my brain completely blanks on every set ever#yenvengerberg#ask ava: an organizational tag and not an advice column (unless it needs to be)
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