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nocoastposts · 4 months

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Happy Friday! This rec list is lengthy, kinky, and explicit. I'll have an additional list up soon, but this one is dedicated to some excellent E-rated gems.

Please remember to mind the tags - especially for these recs! - and kindly skip anything that doesn't suit you.

If you enjoy these, make sure to leave kudos and check out the authors additional works. Fic links and summaries below the cut.

in the dead of night | @littlemisskittentoes | E | 3.8k

“Hm, am I still dreaming, or is there a very pretty boy playing with me under the covers?” Alex’s voice is gruff. Its edges are coated in lingering sleep, and the drowsy-slow pull of the words slows them to a deeper accent than he usually lets slip through. The syrupy drawl skitters the length of Henry’s spine.

or, Henry knows he can always rely on Alex to tire him out when sleep is far off.

If We're Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over) | @sparklepocalypse | E | 5.9k

There it is, up ahead – the small island just offshore, with Alex’s favorite broad, flat stone outcropping, perfect for sunning himself in seclusion. He splashes into the shallows and dives in when the water’s up to his knees, and it’s a matter of maybe a minute’s swim to reach the island. Alex finds his footing among the sand and pebbles, pulls himself upright, and shakes the water out of his hair, then pushes it back from his face. He can practically hear the outcropping calling to him -- you know, if inanimate rock could speak.

Alex stretches, his mid-back satisfyingly popping, and then skirts his way between some larger rocks until his sunning rock is in view. Except – there’s someone already on the outcropping, their short blond hair shimmering in the sunshine, the upper slant of their shoulders visible from where Alex is standing.

(Movie or Bookverse AU; Alex rents a remote beach house and Henry is a cecaelia.)

What I Need Tonight | @sparklepocalypse (again, always, etc.) | E | 3.5k

It’s two in the morning on a Tuesday when the clatter of something hitting the bathroom floor startles Henry awake. At first, his groggy mind assumes it’s Alex – but then Alex snuffles in his sleep behind him and tightens his arms around Henry’s waist.

There’s another clatter, and then a shuffling noise, and Henry’s eyes widen. He reaches back and grabs Alex’s thigh, shaking him.

(A temporal folding M/M/M AU that takes place post-canon but pre-bonus chapter.)

It's Called Tact, Fuck-Rag! | largepeachicedtea | E | 12.8k

Texas had been an odd choice, some might say. Henry thinks it's perfect. College is a time to go crazy, after all. A Scream AU

when he walks in (i am loved) | @kill8a | E | 10.3k

Henry has chores. They’re chores he’s allocated to himself, ones he loves to do in his free time, when he’s home alone. But he can’t keep thinking about Alex, what he did to him this morning, and it proves to be a distraction.

or, henry gets well fucked and well loved.

[ My final rec is for the four-part series please, please have me by @everwitch-magiks; the total word count is 29.7k. I really love the summaries for each installment, so I've included 'em all.]

Hope and Glory | E | 3.5k

Any moment now, that door will open again and another man will enter, another stranger will bare himself and quietly slot himself into the hole in the wooden panel. And Henry will swallow him down, willingly, greedily. He will use his mouth and his tongue and both of his hands, and he will lose himself in every little sound, every low groan and trembling whimper, every sharp intake of breath. He will bring the stranger to the brink and then over it, will smile faintly as feels the man pulsing in between his hands, will brush a chaste kiss against the tip before he lets go.

Henry joins an exclusive, members only sex club and lives out an impossible fantasy. Along the way, he forms a connection with an enigmatic lover.

Everything I Never Thought I'd Ever Find | E | 5.3k

The man is rubbing his length alongside Alex's as promised, his breathing heavy as Alex engages him in a series of wild, open-mouthed kisses, all teeth and tongue, give and take. Alex is shaking with want as he struggles to keep his arms still, to keep kissing, to keep himself from losing control entirely, to be good. God, he wants to be good.

Alex had never dared to hope that his sexual escapades with an irresistible stranger could turn into so much more.

That Look In Your Eyes | E | 4.7k

They’re trying something new. It’s a bit of an indulgence on Henry’s part. Earlier that night, he had walked into the now familiar room to find Alex as utterly irresistible as always: naked and blindfolded and so impossibly willing, so wonderfully eager. In that exact moment, Henry had decided that it was time for something a little bit different.

One brief but intriguing conversation later, Henry had been very pleased to pull the silk scarf from his own neck. Clearly, they'd just found a better use for it.

When The Time Is Right | E | 16.1k

“Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

I've got another post in the works with some longer fics that are a mixture of all types of themes, ratings, and so on.

Feel free to request fic recs anytime!

XOXO,

Amy | NoCoastPosts

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justsescape · 25 days

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[Welcome back to the throwback drabble zone, with a story featuring Azure of @meatymidnightmultiverse fame!]

“A-aaaaah~!” Azure yelped as you tugged on her leash. Reddened skin coiled about her neck like a snake; it was hardly her first time in a collar, and it almost definitely wouldn’t be the last. “M-Master, that h-hurts…! Have I really been a… a b-bad cow…?”

Though she was standing in the dead center of your bedroom, Azure looked as if she had been backed into a corner. Her posture was hunched like she was bracing for impact; her teary eyes darted across the walls in search of an escape. With hands and ankles bound, however, eluding you would hardly be easy even if there was some kind of open air duct beckoning her away – and shedding her cowkini and headband would be all but impossible. “Nnngh… p-punish me, then, if that’s what you desire…” Azure bowed her head; that headband was quite convincing, its little horns and cow ears rising from her pink hair. “S-surely with some more g-growth serum and a m-milking… you are so predictable, Master…”

You eyed your desk. Her steady diet of painkillers and hormone boosters occupied almost every square inch they could find, even overtaking most of your mousepad. Such quantities were what she had grown to need… and her growth had become almost uncontrollable. Heaving breasts teardropped down Azure’s washboard-flat belly like sacks of flour until they obscured her nethers. Though they each had an imposing size and thickness, they didn’t quite protrude from her lithe figure like, say, over-inflated balloons. Instead, they had a satisfyingly gentle slope to them, their shape a constant reminder of just how weighty they had become. Not like her cowkini top needed any reminders, though; those straps stretched taut from her shoulders to her nipples like the cables supporting a suspension bridge.

“G-go on then,” she urged, her cheeks painted a rosy red. Knees trembled so violently that even her pendulous boobs found themselves jiggling in kind. “D-do your worst, Master… it is what I d-deserve…”

One pill, two pills, three pills, four – and zero painkillers since she called you “predictable.” You plunked them into a glass of her own breast milk and brought it to her lips. Perhaps her desperation had turned into resignation, for she was surprisingly eager to consume every ounce. “H-here goes…” Gulp, gulp, gulp. In mere moments, the glass was emptied as quickly as it had been filled. Azure’s pink lipstick smeared on the cup; nodules of her own product clung to her chin. “MMmngh… th-that… might be too much, Master…!”

And just as soon as those worries had left her tongue, so, too, did her boobs leave her top. CRACK! CRACK! Almost like they had been cut by scissors, the straining straps snapped like rubber bands and left the cowprint cups fluttering to the floor below. Milk quickly followed; with no barrier to stop it, it rained from her puffy nipples on to the remains of the garment like they were watering a recently planted flower. “O-oh, Master! My ch-chest is… it’s leaking!”

They weren’t just leaking – they were expanding right before your eyes. Lower and lower they sank, like a descending anchor of a ship, until they had begun to obscure her knees. Milk came in fits and spurts; each time it arrived at her tender lengths, it splattered across the carpet like a spilled drink and soaked your feet in her product. “Ooof… it huuuurts~!” Azure’s panicked eyes gave to a pained wince. The added weight was not doing her back any favors, and she slumped forward even more almost like she was doing an impression of a high-rise crane. Gigantic tits swung like tetherballs beneath her. It wouldn’t be long before her nipples were low enough to start grazing against the floor.

“M-Masteeeerrrr…” Azure bit her lip. Finally, her eyes met yours – with all that apprehension suddenly replaced with something sly, something flirtatious. “Y-you l-love when your cow’s boobs are h-huge and m-milky… d-don’t you, Master…?”

It hit you like a train. The room was the kind of warm that only visited rainforests and saunas; being so close to her was like standing beside a furnace. You felt perspiration on your every pore, almost like it had arrived all at once. And you weren’t alone; beads of sweat ran in parallel to the drops of milk running down the curvature of her boobs. The winding stretch marks, the thickened veins on her pale skin were being distorted by the fluids like they were being seen in a funhouse mirror. “Nnnggh… e-even though it hurts… I l-like m-making you happy~…”

It happened thoughtlessly. Your hands were as disobedient as Azure herself; they launched out, suddenly, and began to grope handfuls of her aching tits like they were kneading pizza dough. “MMNNGh~… b-be gentle, p-please…!” She might as well have been speaking to a brick wall. No matter where you laid your fingers, they were greeted by pounds of bulging, plush boob fat. And your hands were intent on touching them all over. You felt them rub against your palms as her skin stretched to compensate for the expansion; you felt indentations encircling her areolae where her breast pumps secured themselves; and you felt their sheer weight as you attempted to lift them upward, though they were much to heavy for your meager attempts.

“I’ll b-be a g-good cow f-from now on, Master…!” Azure’s legs went knock-kneed beneath her. She gasped and shrieked as her breasts finally made landfall; the friction between the carpet and her nipples sent jolts of pleasure through her limbs. The leash connected to her collar slunk across the floor like an animal’s tail, forgotten; her overgrown boobs were as much her master as you were – and pleasure like this wasn’t something she would ever dream to escape from. “P-please u-use me as you w-wish!”

#guest muse: azure #the throwback drabble zone #lactation #breast expansion #cow stuff

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 8 months

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PROPAGANDA

AGENT TEXAS (RED VS BLUE)

1.) okay so tex is an ai based on the memories this one dickhead dude has of his dead wife, allison. there's also an ai based on the dickhead dude himself, his name's church. all the stuff with the ai's and the different versions of her is kind of confusing to explain but she sort of dies twice- first sacrificing herself for something that has very little narrative weight, and being absorbed into a kind of . monstrous mesh of other ai's (including the original church ai) that then is erased, with basically no mention of tex, it's all about church's death.

then, there's another version of both church and tex born from the original church ai's memories (epsilon-tex and epsilon-church). epsilon-church's arc is basically about learning to move on from his past and let go of tex, because he's kind of obsessed with her and it's preventing him from progressing. so, epsilon-church 'forgets' tex, deleting her for good. tl;dr she dies, again, basically entirely for church's development.

when i was a kid super into rvb i was always really disinterested in tex and looking back it's because er story just.. isn't resolved satisfyingly at all. basically all of her story is hitched so tightly to church's story and development that tex barely gets room to be more than a memory of the director's dead wife- she never gets to move past the circumstances that created her and become her own person entirely divorced from the director or from church- allison died and we never knew anything about her besides that the director god sad about it. beta-tex died unceremoniously and without mention. epsilon-tex died for church's character growth.

quoting church's own words from the show: ""She died in her real life, and that's all the Director ever remembered of her. So now, no matter how tough she is, no matter how hard she fights, she's always going to fail, because that's what she's based on. No matter what she's doing, or what she's trying to accomplish, just when her goal is within her reach, it gets yanked away. Every. Single. Time." and she just never… actually overcomes this. she just dies.

and quoting now-inactive tumblr user epsilontucker from 2015 who put it better than i could: "Tex’s whole life was spent fighting for agency. Freedom from what Omega wanted her to be (O’Malley), what the Director wanted her to be (Allison), what Church wanted her to be (his). Epsilon-Tex wanted to know who she was and why she was and she wanted to dismantle everything Church ever built. Especially because he built it for her.

And this character arc about freedom and agency, about a chance to define herself on her own terms, is resolved by… Church deciding to delete her.

Because everybody always seems to know what’s best for Tex."

this is also to say nothing of the treatment of her character on just, like, an episode-to-episode basis. rvb has a big problem with basically treating "bitch" as a personality trait for female characters, and tex gets some of the worst of it. if you made a drinking game of how often tex gets called a bitch, or a huge bitch, you'd die of alcohol poisoning. also at one point andy the bomb makes a bunch of transmisogynistic jokes at her because she's suppsoedly mannish (she's not masculine or feminine really everybody in this show is a multicolor master chief. she's just good at fighting) and then calls her a dyke. the end

2.) Some background (spoilers): Tex is introduced as a badass mercenary from Project Freelancer, and the ex girlfriend of Church, the main character of the show. It is eventually revealed she and Church are both Aritifical Intelligence programs; Church is an AI copy of the Director of Project Freelancer, and Tex is a copy of the Director's late wife.

Firstly she is straightforwardly the victim of misogynistic "jokes" for the first several seasons. She is called misogynistic slurs, shamed for sleeping with other men besides Church, she cannot work the entertainment stand at the base bc she's female, called lesbophobic and transmysogonistic slurs bc she is a competent soldier, and blackmails another female character out of jealousy bc she is the only other girl in the group.

Even when these jokes go away, and the show transitions from comedy to drama, her writing revolves around the male characters around her. Because she is the personification of the memory of the Director's dead wife, and his perceieved failure to save her, she explicitly, in the text, will always fail at what she sets out to accomplish no matter how strong she is. She wishes to be free of the cycle of being resurrected bc Church can't live without her only to fail and die again, but lacks the agency to end it without Church. Church's arc about learning to let her go ends not with her being free to exist as her own person without him, but with him forgetting her. Since she IS his memory, this ERASES HER FROM EXISTENCE. She literally cannot exist without this guy.

This would all be easier to swallow if she wasn't the ONLY prominent female main character for 8 whole seasons. It's a beautiful story about how grief can fester into anger and a need for control, and how that pushes away the people you love, but it's a story entirely centered around Church's development, in which she is a prop that stops existing when the story is over. I love her but she deserved so much better than she got.

3.) girlboss

KAMALA KHAN (MARVEL COMICS) (CW: Racism)

1.) One of the most prominent brown women in all of comics, beloved by the fan base. Recently killed in a PETER PARKER SPIDERMAN COMIC (despite being much closer with Miles Morales and having basically no relationship with Peter) in what's probably the name of MCU synergy, which nobody wanted (she'll probably be resurrected as a mutant, erasing her unique and interesting history as an Inhuman). She was using her shapeshifting powers again despite having stopped in her solo as she got more confident in her own skin and identity as a Pakistani American girl, died disguised as the very white Mary Jane as a fake out/last minute replacement for killing off MJ. I fucking hate it here. A cheap trick to drive sales. L + Misogyny + racism + are you fucking kidding me

#polls #round 1 #week 1 #new #cw racism

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oneweek-mkg · 4 months

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“Hello, to all of those listening to this. My name is unimportant, and what is lies in what it is that I do. One week ago today, the world was met with a flurry…of cards.“

“Every man, woman, non-binary individual, and seemingly sentient soul upon this earth was given what we’ve elected to refer to as ‘Tarrow Cards’, with a title on the front and a single word on its back.”

“Regardless of age, your card appears to have given you a new fascinating ability, most of which the world has never seen before. The world is changing quickly, it seems. No matter your belief on the state of the world before that day, it is now impossible to deny the supernatural state of this landscape we all live within.”

“Over the past ten years, you’ve likely read about the experimental city being built over international waters in the Atlantic Ocean. In this past week, due to the abilities of certain individuals involved, we’re able to now announce the opening of said city, in one month’s time.“

“We will require no passports, and no qualifications for citizenship. We have food, shelter, optional employment, and anything else you may wish to find.”

“I’ve been studying these cards, and the changes humanity has gone through very carefully. And I can state now, without a shadow of a doubt…this is a change for the better.”

An announcement that all throughout the world heard. Through the radio, through the papers. You heard or read it. The world is changing. It’s for the better, then…?

Followed by an announcement that all throughout the world heard, but none remembered.

The voice echoed throughout the world, seemingly without a source, heard both everywhere and nowhere. Somewhere within all that nowhere, this voice reached a room, lit by a single computer monitor. And in that room, something listened.

“WOW! THAT’S A LOTTA WORDS TO SAY, ‘DO NOT TRUST ME, I PROBABLY SMELL!’”

“C'MON, ‘MY NAME IS UNIMPORTANT,’ ‘NO QUALIFICATIONS FOR CITIZENSHIP,’ ‘FREE FOOD,’ LIKE HELLO? RED FLAG? THAT’S SOME MONDO SUSPICIOUS SHIT.”

“HONESTLY IF THOSE CHUDS BELIEVE THAT, THEY SHOULD GO TOUCH GRASS. I DID IT ONCE. HATED IT. BUT IT WAS GOOD FOR ME! NOW I HAVE SPECIAL EYES THAT LET ME SEE THROUGH BULLSHIT LIKE THIS.”

“… EH, I COULD USE SOME ENTERTAINMENT! MIGHT AS WELL GRAB A FRONT ROW SEAT FOR THIS SHITSHOW.”

“NOW, I JUST NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET ANYWHERE.”

“THIS MIGHT TAKE AWHILE…”

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One Week: Brand New Life is a discord based 20+ Danganronpa OC roleplay, featuring discord submission trials and an active, plot-relevant deadzone, allowing dead characters to continue to freely interact with the living if they wish. Our cast will be exploring their recently developed powers in an ever expanding city over international waters that you yourself will help define and build. Twenty characters from across the world will get to experience a unique, extended prologue that will cover one year of in-game time, before the actual MKG begins. We aim to bring you a potentially lighter, relaxed environment, both in and out of character; while still being following the typical killing game formula.

The game will feature a flexible 4 to 5 week schedule over 5 chapters, as well as a prologue and endgame, with trials that last several days to accommodate varying timezones and schedules. Our trial system will be submission-based over discord, allowing players to submit their trial posts directly to the server’s trial channel, while still managing a flexible queue. The game will allow for supernatural, alien, robotic, and fantastical characters, as well as normal humans - although no matter your character’s initial status, everyone will be experiencing a new power set, to spread the love! The game will not feature a mistrial system, but will pledge itself into working dutifully with its murder teams to create cases that are both satisfyingly difficult, as well as ultimately solvable, without pushing cast nor killer unnecessarily far. APPS OPEN / APPS CLOSE 3/10!

#mkgrp #MKG rp #drrp #Danganronpa rp

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jenneferofjengaberg · 7 months

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I've been watching SurrealEstate on Hulu and really enjoying it. It takes a couple episodes to really get going, but when it hits its stride, it's really good. It's another one of those quirky, fun, poorly promoted (I had never even heard of it until I stumbled over it on Hulu well after the first season had completely finished airing) SYFY shows, but it's definitely got something special as far as the writing and cast are concerned.

The show stars Tim Rozon (Wynonna Earp, Schitt's Creek) as Luke Roman, a real estate agent who deals with "challenging properties", re: haunted or cursed houses.

Together with his motley crew of unusual weirdos, including new hire Susan Ireland (Sarah Levy, Schitt's Creek), he takes on haunted houses, cursed properties, and occasionally demons or other malevolent entities.

It does very well blending humor and horror. And unlike many television paranormal shows this one has actually produced some genuine jumps and gasps from me. It can be quite scary sometimes. It also has made me tear up a few times, although it avoids the treacly pitfalls of some shows that deal with ghosts. You're not going to have to hear an extended sob story of some dead person every week and witness them "crossing over to the other side" in a shower of heavenly light. This is not Touched by An Angel. In fact, for a show that does routinely deal with haunted houses, it's oddly, but satisfyingly more concerned with the living than the dead.

If you like paranormal shows, and especially haunted houses, this is definitely one you should check out. Apparently, the show was briefly cancelled after season 1, but SYFY changed their minds and uncancelled it. Season 2 began airing on October 4th.

#surrealestate #show rec #review

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mugeesworld · 1 year

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Genos with a Chubby, NB, AFAB Partner head cannons!!

Nb- non binary. Afab- assigned female at birth

The person that requested it asked:

What kind or person do you think Genos would fall for and how would they meet!

Also doing a few plus size head cannons! :)

This might not be accurate cause it's been a bit since I've watched OPM.

I don't think looks matter to Geno's. Hear me out. I think he would like someone that's satisfyingly pleasing to look at. But that doesn't attractive. It could be something special about you. A gleem in your eyes, freckles, a crooked nose, a cool hair style, or just your overall aura.

Or being chubby :). I think Geno's would find a chubby/curvy partner elegant and pleasing to look at. He likes how soft and plush they look. Especially if you have chubby cheeks. I think he would find thoses adorable.

When it comes to what I think Geno's would look for in a partner I think more about personality then looks.

Cause he has a really good sense most of the time whether a person is bad or good.

Geno's would like a partner that is patient with him when it comes to his emotions. Will help him learn about them and be by his side if he gets overwhelmed.

I think he would like more of a light spoken person. Not someone that is constantly loud and yelling. Someone that keeps their calm and has a nice voice.

He would like someone that listens. Someone that pays attention to what he is saying and genuinely cares or wants to help. Someone that is caring.

I think we would like someone that is a introvert or ambirvert.

Someone he can just chill out with. That he can sit in silence with while they read. To where it's not a awkward silence but a comforting, welcoming one.

Over all I think he would like a "soft" person ya know.

They would meet at a coffee shop. You we're inside relaxing on your day off. Sitting by the window.

While genos and Saitama we're on patrol they pass by said coffee shop and Geno's immediately notices you through the glass. Something inside him felt weird. Like his "heart" shuttered. He wanted to know you. You aura seemed so interesting.

While he was thinking, he didn't realize but he stopped dead in his tracks. Just staring at you. Luckily you didn't notice. Saitama turns around to see what's the hold up. "Huh? You want coffee or something?" he asks.

Geno's comes back to reality from his day dream. "No master. I just thought I seen something. Must of been my imagination...." he lies.

They go on with their day but Geno's made sure to scan your face so he wouldn't forget it.

Some days later while he is on patrol by himself he sees you crouched down petting a stray cat. He had to talk to you. He just had to. Its been itching at him all week. "Excuse me miss. It's going to be getting late soon. You should head home before it gets too dark." he says towering over you from the ground.

You look up at him, realizing who it was. "I'll be on my way. Just wanted to say goodbye to my little friend. Thank you sir." you stand up and give him a closed eye smile before turning around to walk away.

Geno's starts walking beside you. "Um. May I ask why you're following me?" you ask confused. Geno's stays looking forward. "Its unsafe for a lady to walk home by herself at a hour like this. I'm heading this way anyways." he says making a excuse to see you longer.

"I see. Well thank you." you hum.

After you and genos arrive at your house he takes his leave. Not saying much. After that you and him started running into each other more often. Talking more each time. Soon be coming friends.

Geno's love language would be quality time or acts of service. He likes have your presence near him. Even if y'all are talking. Or when you do small acts of kindness for him.

Your presence is something he craves so much. How it's warm and welcoming. He can't get enough of it. After a long day of Patroling nothing is more relaxing then coming home to be around you. Cause right when he opens the door to come in this comforting aura just swallows him whole.

He immediately feels relaxed. He's not sure why you have such a aura like this cause it's nothing like he's seen before.

As he gets more comfortable around you and starts seeing you more. He starts craving your presence more often. Not wanting to just be around you but even touching you. Resting his hand on yours. Or your shoulder touching his.

#heeheemugee #chubby #chubby y/n #chubby!reader #chubbyreader #opm #opm manga #opm genos #genos #genos one punch man #genos x reader #genos x chubby reader #saitama #one punch man #opm headcanons #♥︎

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creamyychann · 2 years

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Can you do one with tamaki from MHA if so could you do that your in heat your his sister

If you could ☺️

In heat eh?

Your wording is kinda confusing but I'm assuming what you mean is Reader is Tamaki's sister who's in heat, right?

K, I honestly never thought I'll ever write alpha Tamaki but here we go!

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega Verse.

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ IT!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

You woke up in a sweat. The lingering feelings on your abdomen feels aching, not just that you feel yourself getting hot. You don't know why you're feeling so hot & why you're suddenly feels desperate, it confuses you more that your body tremble at the aching feelings as if you need something to oose it out. You try to think of the reasons while trying to brush off the feverish feelings taking over you. The more you think the more it's harder to think cuz of all the heat & sudden desperate feelings inside eating you making you weak. You then remember how you've been eating & sleeping more, like you became extremely hungry & wanting to sleep more these past days. Looking back, you've also made your bed filled with a lot of pillows & blankets, creating some sort of nest. All that stuff makes you realize something. You're in heat.

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With that realization in mind, you suddenly feel all the discomfort on your body, clothes, skin, your surroundings, makes you feel like suffocating. You lift yourself only to be met with the feeling of your stomach feels like its about to burst. You huddle yourself up & cries at all the agony. You didn't realize all that cries & the scent/pheromones you releasing accidentally sent someone into your room. "Y-Y/N-chan, a-are you alright? " your brother, Tamaki.

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A very strong sweet scent brush against Tamaki's nose leading him up to your room. Seeing you curled up & desperately clawing yourself makes him realize you're in heat. Being the good brother he is, he approaches you, trying to ignore the very sweet scent calling him to mate you "Y/N-chan, are you a-alright? " Tamaki softly spoke trying to comfort you. The Alpha makes a huge mistake by walking up to you which resulting with you pulling him towards you. In shock, Tamaki pull himself away only to be met with you tugging his shirt while looking up at him with oh so innocent puppy eyes. He takes all the strength in the world to not get lured by you but you just making it even more difficult. Then you said the magic word "P-please Nii-san! ~ help me! Fill me! I can't take it anymore, please! Mate me" that's when Tamaki's soul left him.

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Cry. All you can do is cry as Tamaki hammering you from behind, filling your inside satisfyingly. Tamaki buries himself on to your neck taking a deep breath every now & then to smell the sweet sweet scent coming from you. Your shy big brother slip his hands against yours & holding it tight as he thrusts even deeper into you. Like a bitch, you pant heavily, moaning Tamaki name time to times only making him goes even harder into you. You feel your walls clench at the beautiful feelings & fulfilment inside you which you couldn't help but smile at. Tamaki ruts himself so deep till his knot plunges inside you, officially mating you

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Help, I keep staying up till 5 AM, wtf should I do.

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tobiasdrake · 5 months

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That was sweet. Now back to the much more dismal present.

We're back to the burning question: Stabilized homunculus who's cracked the secret of curing ferals? Ghost coming to comfort Yakou in his low comprehension? Or the hallucination of a memory Yakou will never let go of?

That's a heartening thing to say. Did you crack the secret of stabilizing the defective homunculi?

There is a cure. We're probably going to use up the entire sample on Yakou as a bittersweet moment, like her greatest research was to give him a second chance at life.

But even if that's the case, the fact that she managed to do it means it can be done. Much like Real Yuma's ramen shop, it shows the value of crowdsourcing the homunculi's problems outside of just Makoto.

If stabilizing homunculi is possible, then even if Yakou uses the entire sample, it means someone else might crack this code again. It's proof-of-concept that the code can be cracked.

I am so happy right now. We can cure Yakou. We can cure the Theater Girls. We can cure Shachi. And the Priest. We can shove Huesca in a pit. We can cure Tetra's dad!

I mean, after it's reinvented, of course. I'm sure there's only going to be enough in that thing for Yakou.

Yep. One pill. Which is just kicking the can down the road; Yakou will be fine until his next death and then he's right back in this situation.

But it's proof of concept. First thing he should do as soon as he regains his mental faculties is go straight to Makoto and tell him it can be done. We need to restart homunculus research, and pore over his wife's notes extensively. Maybe take samples of Yakou's blood for testing.

T_T This is such a sweet conclusion, both for Yakou's journey and for the story as a whole.

And there she goes confusing me again. I do not know what you mean by that. Is she saying to go dig up her corpse if he can't un-feral?

It's not like he can die and join her in the afterlife. She's already got a Yakou with her in the afterlife. This one's trapped here forever.

All the same, this is such a great ending. Emotionally powerful and satisfyingly interesting all at once.

"Hard man seeks revenge because his woman was fridged" is a character archetype I generally loathe. But it works so well for Yakou. Partly because it's not what solely defines his character; There are plenty of other facets to him as well. Like most of Kodaka's characters, he's a complicated guy.

But also because of the leg-work that this DLC did to make his wife out as more than just a nice lady who died so we can be mad about it. I've seen more than a few attempts at trying to convince the audience to be emotionally invested in the dead spouse but this is the first one that's ever worked for me.

I think it's because most of the time, the dead wife winds up characterized like this saintly figure who was perfect and demure and wifely in all the "right ways", such that she never feels like her own character and comes off more like the emotional crowbar that she is. But Kodaka sat down at his computer and just hammered out a concise tale about two people who enjoy each other's company and find they have some shared interests.

With characters like these, it often winds up feeling like they were just spinning their wheels living Insert Idyllic Life and waiting for the story to start. Things won't get interesting until she dies. Sorry, but her life is the price of admission for this cool story, I guess.

But with Yakou and his wife, it's like. No. No, this was the story. A whirlwind romance besieged by assassins and gene research, that was the story of their life. The Yakou we meet when we step off that train is a broken man because, for him, the story catastrophically ended. For him, there is nothing left to tell.

...if only she had a fucking name. Come on, Kodaka! Really!? I'm shilling this love story you wrote so hard and it's between Yakou and... Amaterasu Researcher. God fucking dammit, even when you're on the ball, I want to shake you violently for the choices you make.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #yakou furio

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faulty-writes · 11 months

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[ Alright my dear followers and or fans, I present to you a Tomura/Tenko fic. This was inspired by the song Closing Time - Semisonic. Although I personally recommend listening to the cover version by Green Day. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this. It's always fun for me to write our main villain boy. Also, fun fact...rum and coke are mentioned in this fic and that's one of my favorite alcoholic drink combinations but remember kids, drink responsibility. ]

[ Some people go to the bar to drink, others to have a good time. All you wanted was to have a little fun and take your chances with anyone that wanted to take you home. But your plans change when a certain hooded man walks up to the bar and you discover a misguided attraction to him. ]

You tilted your head back, enjoying the soothing burn of the last of your drink as it ran down your throat. “Ah,” you satisfyingly said, placing the now empty glass back onto the counter. This bar may not be popular, but it was a haven of sorts, and every kind of character was here, including a few less-than-known heroes.

Of course, most heroes, if they were smart, wouldn’t be caught dead drinking unless they happened to have one damn good disguise. “Hey there,” you paused, turning your attention to a tall, bulky man with lightly tanned skin who was currently leaning his elbow against the bar counter.

He had a scar on the left side of his cheek and another on his thick-looking neck. His short gray hair was spiked up and the left portion of his bangs hung against his forehead. The most unusual thing about him was the fact he had two canine-like teeth that jotted out even when his mouth was closed.

You snickered, immediately recognizing him as being one of those previously mentioned “less-than-known” heroes. But you were bored, and frankly, you hadn't met anyone interesting tonight. So, you smiled and tried turning up the charm.

“Awe...are you talking to me?” you teased. “Sure am,” he replied with a grin and waved down the bartender. You leaned closer, able to smell the alcohol on his person. “Are you planning to buy me another drink?” you asked, trying to be flirty, and why not? It’d kill a few minutes.

Even in his intoxicated state, he picked up the hints you were giving. “I don’t think I could deny a pretty little thing’s request,” he replied, making you chuckle. “What’s your name?” you asked, purposely sliding your hand over his. He briefly glanced over.

“Sekijiro Kan,” he replied and shifted his gaze back. “And you are?” You debated giving a fake name, but it’s not like you’d ever see each other again or so you hoped. “Y/n,” you answered. “Well, whaddya want to drink Y/n?” he asked, and you tapped your lips.

“Well, it's the last call for drinks so,” you shrugged. “A rum and coke is fine,” you hadn't had too many drinks tonight, but you felt buzzed nonetheless and figured something sweet might perk you up. “Heh,” he smiled and turned to the bartender.

“Alright. One beer and one rum and coke,” he said, shifting his attention back to you. “I didn’t think any cool guys would be in a place like this,” you said. He cocked his eyebrow and turned back to the counter when the drinks were set down.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “So, you think I’m cool?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer and you took a few swallows of your drink, enjoying the smooth and carbonated flavor as it washed over your tongue. You licked your lips and placed the glass back onto the counter.

“I-” you paused when someone approached the bar and blocked your view of Sekijiro. “Um, excuse me!” you said, noticing he was wearing a dark hoodie with equally dark skinny jeans and stark red shoes that looked beaten half to death.

Not many chose to wear such a getup and it stirred your curiosity as did his silent response. Sekijiro tightened his hand around his beer. “Hey!” he exclaimed, “Can’t you see we're having a conversation? Beat it!” You knitted your eyebrows, wondering why he was being so aggressive to this new and mysterious man.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, leaning over the counter to look at him. He frowned, perhaps angry that his attempts at continuing his conversation with you were interrupted. He growled and looked at the mysterious man again. “What’s your problem, huh?” he asked. More silence filled the air, then a soft “Heh,” came.

Sekijiro narrowed his eyes when the man turned to face him and noticed that his hood was shadowing a portion of his face, but he also sensed something off about the man. “You’re just another stupid hero who has nothing better to do than to drink your problems away,” he said, making your eyes widen.

His voice was very distinct, somewhat raspy, and yet confidence dripped from it. “Oh wow,” you said, laying a hand on your cheek and lowering your eyelids. It was rare to find a sober individual that was so bold and assertive, traits that you found attractive.

Sekijiro looked shocked for a few seconds then anger washed over his features and he stood up, grabbing the front of the man’s hoodie. “Who do you think you are talking about heroes like that!?” he demanded, and while you knew it wasn’t your place to step in between a possible bar fight, you foolishly rushed into action.

“Hey, cool it!” you hissed, pressing your hands against Sekijiro’s chest. He growled and looked down at you before swallowing the remaining contents of his beer. He slammed the empty bottle onto the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“If you want to waste your time with him, go ahead,” he stated, throwing yen onto the counter, and walking away. You frowned, ‘Well that was kind of rude,’ you thought. For a hero, he wasn't exactly acting heroic. Although you could blame the alcohol. “Heh, sorry about that,” you said, turning back to the hooded man.

“Mm…” he pressed his lips together. In the dimmed light of the bar, you couldn’t see how chapped those lips were nor the scar on the right side of his mouth. Tomura didn’t know why he had wandered in here. Guess he was pissed off.

Kurogiri’s insistence that he “calm down” in order to make “the right choice” certainly influenced his actions. In such a crowded place, more damage could be done. Especially if someone dared to piss him off further. In particular, you had tried acting like a stupid little hero and goddamn, did he hate heroes.

“Uh…” you blinked, tapping your lips in thought. “So…are you from around here?” you asked, hoping he would respond. Unfortunately, your words were greeted with silence, and he took a seat, waving down the bartender. You frowned, clenching your hands at your sides.

It was obvious he wasn’t interested in talking to you, but you wouldn’t give up. He glanced to the side, feeling annoyed by your presence. ‘Jeez, some people can’t take a hint,’ he thought, reaching out to take the glass of whiskey laid in front of him.

He swirled around the auburn-colored liquid, enjoying the sound of the ice clinking together, and tilted his head back to casually take a sip. ‘Pff, to think I could be sitting at Kurogiri’s bar instead,’ he lowered his drink onto the counter. “Why are you still standing there?!” he snapped, turning his head toward you.

Your heart raced, and you brought your hands to your chest. Most would be afraid or angry when yelled at, especially by a stranger in a bar, but he was still more interesting than anyone else you had met tonight. There was something different about him, something that made you drawn to him.

“Maybe I’m just looking for someone to take me home,” you responded, half-joking. He perched his lips to one side and leered at you. “Uh,” you glanced to the side, trying to come up with something to say, but he turned back to the counter. “Idiot,” he commented under his breath before downing the rest of his drink.

“Ouch,” you replied with a false frown, placing your hand over your heart. “Why is it so bad to want someone to take you home?” he sighed, slamming his clenched fists onto the counter. He knew it was too soon to let his quirk go wild, but damn you were pushing him.

“You know, I don’t give a shit about people dying,” he stated, standing up and pointing his finger at you. “If you willingly go home with someone, then it’s your own fault if you end up dead now, isn’t it!?” he hissed, leaning forward, and causing you to step back in response.

“...I…” you wanted to reply, but he huffed. “Thought so,” he replied flatly and walked away. “Hey!” you called after him, there was no way you were going to let him go just yet. You turned back to the counter, rapidly swallowing the rest of your drink before running after him.

Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. He stumbled and after a few seconds, he eerily looked over his shoulder at you. ‘Now I know they’re a fucking idiot,’ he thought, there weren’t many people that dared to touch a villain, let alone attempt to stop them in their tracks.

Well, guess you’d have to learn who he was the hard way. “Uh…” you blinked, realizing what you had just done. Everything in your being told you to release your hold on him, but you ignored it and drew your bottom lip into your mouth.

You at least wanted to get something out of him before the lights came on, and the doors opened for everyone to leave. “I’ll stop bothering you if you dance with me!” you frantically said and knitted your eyebrows when he laughed in response.

“And just why the hell would I do that?” he growled, clearly unhappy. His arm came back, forcing your hand off him. “Ah, hey!” you snapped but swallowed any further words when he stepped closer, casting you in his shadow.

“You’re not in charge here, you’re not even a damn hero. You’re just a pathetic little nobody who's so desperate they’ll flirt with anyone,” you growled at his words. Yes, they hurt and maybe held some truth. You were lonely, but you were also a thrill seeker.

You liked having fun, partying, and doing what you needed to feel human. “And you’re just someone who’s afraid to get close to others, am I right?” you shot back, placing your hands on your hips. He scowled and his fingers twitched, damn he just wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and turn you to fucking dust.

Then again, he came here to cool down and what would be the point of ruining the chance to devastate someone? If you were attracted to him, and he knew you were even if you denied it, then fine. He’d drag you along and shatter your stupid little heart and expectations, maybe even have fun ending your life after.

He glanced around, noticing that people were beginning to leave, which meant there’d be fewer witnesses. Of course, if he were anyone else, he’d lore you to a private location and end your life. Fortunately, he wasn't, and he didn't care about causing a public scene.

He smiled, “Fine,” he replied. “Hurry the hell up,” he once again walked past you and toward the dance floor with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. You smiled in victory, even if he was being rude, that assertiveness remained and frankly, you liked it.

Only a few other couples were on the dance floor, which was illuminated with hues of purple, green, and yellow. The upbeat music that was previously playing turned into a slow melody and Tomura sighed when he turned around.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled unhappily and spread his arms out, but you could care less about his attitude. You were getting what you wanted after all. You stepped closer, not hesitating to press your body against his. “You do know how to dance, right?” you teased, and like before, he remained silent.

You shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you’re still leading,” you placed your hand in his. “Hm?” you knitted your eyebrows when he wrapped all but one finger around your hand in return. He did the same with his opposite hand which rested on the side of your hip.

You glanced at him with narrowed eyes, somewhat curious as to what his face looked like underneath the shadow of his hood. His body was stiff, and he barely moved his feet, but you did enjoy the motion of the two of you rounding about slowly.

You smiled, and whether it was the alcohol finally kicking in or the closeness of this mysterious man, your heart fluttered. “Is there a reason why you’re only holding me with eight fingers instead of ten?” you asked after a few moments. He remained silent yet again knowing you’d find out soon enough.

You looked up, noticing the colorful hues that were previously illuminating the dance floor disappear only to be replaced with white lights that shined down on you and the mysterious man. Part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your head under his chin but unfortunately, the song came to an end.

He immediately pulled his hands back, shoved them into the pockets of his hoodie again, and turned to walk away. “Huh?” you blinked and quickly ran in front of him with your hands held up. “Hold on!” you urged, and he stopped in his tracks, scowling at you.

If he wouldn’t take you home then, “C-come home with me!” you foolishly requested. His scowl dropped, and his lips turned into a thin line. A moment of silence passed, and he chuckled. “You sure act like a friggin lost puppy,” he stated and pushed past you without a care, “Idiot,” he added.

You stumbled before regaining your balance and chasing after him. “Wait a minute!” you shouted, but unlike before you didn’t reach out and grab him. Rather you continued to follow him to the exit, but his steps grew faster and more agitated. He slammed the exit door open and stepped out into the alleyway.

You huffed and grasped the metal handle of the door. “Why don’t you want to come home with me?!” you demanded, stomping your foot against the ground. He paused and looked at you from over his shoulder, once again offering you no answer. “Mm…” you clenched your jaw and marched over to him.

In the background, you heard the door shut. “Why don’t you answer!?” your voice echoed through the cool night air and a gentle breeze came to ruffle your hair. The mysterious man turned to face you. “You’re really annoying you know that?” he said, reaching up to grab the lining of his hood.

“But I think it’s time you learn who I am, then maybe you’ll see how stupid you are for chasing after someone like me,” your breath hitched when that hood finally fell. He was different and mysterious. A fragile soul covered in a dark facade.

But when the light illuminated his face, you realized your mistake. His shoulder-length wavy silver-white hair gave him away, as did his eyes which were colored a deep red. Not to mention the skin around said eyes appeared wrinkled, and his lips were slightly chapped.

He had two distinct scars, one over his right eye and the other over the right side of his lips. On the bottom left side of his face underneath his mouth was a small mole. He leered down at you with a twisted smile. That previous image of him melted away and was replaced with the equivalent of a demon.

You took a step back. Your eyes wide with terror and your jaw dropped. There was no way, no fucking way you felt attracted to, “S-Shigaraki,” you whispered and shivered when he laughed in response. “That’s right!” he declared, that twisted smile growing.

A scream caught in your throat, and you stumbled back only to hit the wall of the building. You panicked and jerked your head to look behind you and decided to run to the door, slamming your fist against it and cursing yourself for allowing it to close.

“Help!” you cried out, ignoring the pain that spread through your hand the harder you hit it. His footsteps echoed from behind you, and fear struck through your heart when you turned and locked eyes with him. Your body was too scared to move and even if it did, you heard the things Shigaraki had done.

There was no way you’d get away alive. This was especially true if the rest of the members that made up the League of Villains were nearby. When he slammed his hand against the wall, the sound of a loud crack masked your scream. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was using his quirk.

“And your sick little mind wanted me,” he said, leaning closer. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. So, you shook your head. “Don’t act stupid!” he snapped, pressing his hand harder against the wall allowing it to decay further.

You flinched at the sound, knowing that he was planning to collapse the building. He chuckled again, finally enjoying himself. Maybe he should go out more often. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and unless you want to die with everyone else in this stupid place…” he paused. “I suggest you let me take you home.”

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura x reader #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #tenko x reader #tenko x y/n #tenko x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x self insert #faulty writes: tenko shimura: 23 #faulty writes: tenko shimura: one shot: 23

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whilereadingandwalking · 2 months

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The debut novel from acclaimed short story author Kelly Link, The Book of Love, is an enjoyable slow burn of a fantasy novel (even if it could have burned a little faster). Three teens—Daniel, Laura, and Mo—wake up after being dead for a year. The man they thought was a music teacher and his demonic partner Bogomil tell them that no one will remember they were dead...But the three will have to figure out how to do magic and find a magical key if they want to stay not-dead long enough to reintegrate themselves into their own lives. Only thing is, Laura's sister, Susannah, has something to do with why they're dead, but now she can't remember. Only thing is, a deadly goddess is arriving in town—and she wants to get to the key first.

The book was beautiful and rich, tactile and surreal. The town of Loveside feels real to me, like I could walk there and out to the Cliffs and see Mo's house where his grandmother wrote all those romance novels, like I could walk in her rose garden. The characters feel like real, well-developed people, from rebellious, self-destructive sister Susannah to the owner of the local coffee shop. The magic in the book is made of near-limitless potential, and their discovery of their abilities and the ethereal, web-like nature of the storytelling reminded me of Erin Morgenstern's work. I was deeply invested in finding out how the three died, who was trying to get the key before they did, and who was secretly unreal, because all of the characters felt so deeply realized.

But I do have critiques. As you all know, I strongly believe that few books need to be more than 400 pages. This book, which rings in at 625, was no exception. The beginning was very, very drawn out, and while the character and atmosphere kept me dialed in, I was being to get impatient. And I love long, atmospheric fantasies, so I'm more patient than many readers are. I genuinely believe the first half or so of this book could be cut in half and concentrated down. This pacing leaves room for a lot of eerie moments and strange happenings, but also makes the final climax feel rushed (even though it's actually quite well-placed) and starts to take some of the sting out of big twists.

This is The Book of Love, and there is a lot of love in it—and a lot of queer, kinky love, which I did appreciate. Mo and mysterious immortal Thomas were a hot couple, even if they suffered a bit from instalove. I really liked Daniel and Susannah, but I think the amount of time given to the two young troubled teen lovers and the time given to Susannah's tumultuous and difficult relationship with her more orderly sister Laura should have been switched. But then, I love a good sister story.

Overall, I really enjoyed Link's work, which had the same ethereal, satisfyingly magical feeling as her short stories do; but it could have been a lot shorter, not just for the reader but for the sake of a tightened narrative. Those with the patience will enjoy this slow-burn fantasy with a ton of atmosphere and a heart-warming emotional core.

Content warnings for homophobia and homophobic language, child abuse, grief/death, depression, body horror, miscarriage mention.

#the book of love #kelly link #my book reviews #sff #new releases #book review #erin morgenstern

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lunar-years · 8 months

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sometimes i think about how killing off james tartt sr. could have served jamie and ted’s relationship so much better than the redemption arc. like ted could have actually been there to support jamie in his grief and complicated feelings about his dad. it would be a situation where their Dad issues are actually similar for once, and Ted could give proper support and advice instead of running out and avoiding the issue of jamie’s father like usual. of course it makes sense for ted to have that reaction, and it was explored pretty well in s2 imo. and i’m a bit obsessed with how poorly ted deals with jamie and his struggles because it’s so interesting to watch him fail jamie, almost every single time throughout the show. there just seemed like so much wasted screentime in s3, and idk, if they had organized and fleshed out certain plot points i would’ve loved to see how ted could help jamie with the aftermath of james tartt sr’s death.

"it's so interesting to watching him fail jamie, almost every single time throughout the show" i very much agree! it's super interesting and i think it serves Ted's arc well. there's sooo much insight into Ted's brand of mental health struggles and the way he thinks and views the world in those scenes!! also one thing you can't say is that they aren't consistent when it comes to his relationship with jamie throughout the show, lol.

personally i'm glad they didn't kill James Sr. because there definitely wasn't enough time to deal with that satisfyingly, even wasted screen time aside. the show just isn't Jamie-centered enough for that to have been dealt with well, imo (what they did instead ALSO wasn't handled well of course but. you know.) However i do love imagining him dying in a myriad of ways in my mind-palace :)

that said, had he died, i'm not convinced Ted would have been the right or best person to help jamie through that? we know from Ted's panic attack before Rebecca's dad's funeral that other people's Dead Dads are a big trigger for him (and understandably so). So in my opinion his response to Jamie's father dying would have been pretty similar to his responses to other Jamie problems throughout the series: first go through a personal crisis about it and then give Jamie some bad and misguided advice warped by his own experiences and his own flavor of dad trauma.

From my understanding, Ted's dad (and Ted himself) were/are majority Good Dads struggling with a disease, whereas Jamie's dad is a majority Bad Dad struggling with a disease. There is an important distinction there, but Ted consistently conflates the two. That's his problem, again and again. And i think it'd be the same in the case of James Sr.'s death, because parental loss and the trauma that comes out of it is much different for a son whose dad committed suicide than it is for a son whose dad died after abusing him for years. the dynamics are inherently so different, yet Ted doesn't fully grasp that and/or pushes it aside for various reasons; either way, that's why Ted struggles so much when it comes to Jamie and why I think he'd still struggle (if not struggle even more) had Jamie's dad also died.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #ch: ted lasso #also though i didn't really need or have much of a desire for Ted Finally Understanding Jamie or whatever at the end of the series #like that breakthrough is just not something i particularly sought after #their relationship does interest me but not really beyond what i said here #i don't need them to have a close relationship and i don't really ever see it happening for them and i think that's all okay #asks

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persnicketypomelo · 4 months

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Yandere Pinhead

18+ since it's Hellraiser, obsession, mentions of gore, torture

When you had found the wooden cube at the antique store, you thought only of how beautiful it would be by your bedside table. It’s gold detailing caught, no, demanded your attention, and you knew you just had to bring it home with you. It was smooth and polished, as if new, and it seemed too beautiful to simply gather dust. One night when sleep evaded you, you took it in your hands only to find out it was a puzzle,

You absentmindedly fiddled with the pieces, shifting them about until they clicked satisfyingly into place, unaware of the true repercussions of your simple curiosity.

Upon the puzzle box’s completion, a sudden chill settled over the room, and before your eyes, your room distorts into…something else.

Walls push and pull away leaking steam from the forming cracks. The lightbulbs around your room simultaneously burst, startling you out of your drowsiness.

You could only sit in shock, wondering (or rather hoping) to have had a particularly bad nightmare, and for a moment you believed it. But, no matter how tightly you squeeze your eyes shut, you couldn’t ignore the sting of the glass exploding and tearing against your flesh, or the hot steam tickling your skin.

A series of bright bursts of light fill the room, and upon each one, a grizzly monster appears. Garish injuries mar their hairless, lifeless looking flesh. They looked like people, but so horribly mutilated that they had turned into demonic entities, so devoid of their humanity. The horrible strangers in your room was all you needed to propel to your feet and attempt to leave.

Yet as you rushed to the doorknob, a chain snared around your wrist, prying you away from escape. More and more chains wound around your limbs, pulling you away from any possibility of escaping. You squirmed and cried out, but you could just feel that your screams didn’t reach anyone beyond the room.

"The box,” a voice thundered, low and resounding, a leather cloaked man entered into your vision, head terribly plastered with nails. “You opened it. We came.”

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" you sobbed, twisting your wrists, contorting to ease the bite of the metal chains.

"We are explorers—adventurers in the sensory realms, seeking new heights of pleasure and pain.” The monster or man before you grasped the neatly carved box in his hands.

“You solved the box. You have summoned us; brought us to your world. And now, we will bring you to ours.”

Clinking chains catch your attention, and you glimpse something that makes you want to vomit on the spot. A pole has erected from behind the leader of these monsters, spinning slowly, with chains and hooks crudely mounted upon it. Worst of all, were the many stretched patches of skin, and faces, cut from their heads tacked to the pole like a memo board, frozen mid-scream. You could only meet the gazes of their eyes, as they glanced at you, still seeing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t want any part of this!” You shrieked, “Please leave me alone!” Your twisting and turning was sure to leave bruises, but that was a small price to pay in exchange to joining the numerous tortured souls they’ve collected.

“Oh, but we want to bring you with us—to show you our world—and with time, you will learn to enjoy our pleasures as well.”

Tears welled and spilled over your face, both from the marks surely forming around your wrists, and from the indescribable fright at possible abduction at the hands of grizzled, mangled people. You averted your gaze from the pin-headed man before you, and the gruesome monument of the pain they’ve caused.

“Please,” you begged with a soft voice, “please don’t do this. I didn’t mean to summon you. I’m sorry. You can find someone else who wants this, but please don’t do this to me.”

A cold, dead hand tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to the terrible, black eyes.

“No tears,” he mocked in his commanding, monotone voice, “it’s a waste of good suffering,”

“What if we prefer you?” A raspy voice spoke, a woman’s, or what once was a woman. Now her throat is torn, pulled apart by strings, “what if we find your suffering to be the most beautiful?”

You could feel the terror rising from your stomach, and it must’ve shown, as another one of the monsters, fleshy with horrid teeth and sunglasses, snickered at you.

“There is no use in trying to bargain with us. It is you who opened the box, and it is your suffering that we want. We will take you to our world to show you our pleasures and you shall show us how wonderfully you will suffer.” the pinhead announces. A portal or rift, too blindingly white to see clearly, opened behind him.

“Your soul is ours to claim, ours to torture, and ours to destroy.”

Sharp hooks dug into your skin, not only drawing blood, but tugging it, eliciting your pained screams as you are dragged into the rift. And yet, somehow, you knew this was only a sample of the terrible things they will do to you.

“After all, we have all of eternity to explore the depths of your suffering.”

#reader insert #yandere #x reader #obsessive #hellraiser #pinhead #cenobite

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