#I was testing out new brushes and then i liked this actually. Suffering

[tinyjellyfishy]

Homophobic lab rat dog

bonuses + blank:

#my art #ffvii #ff7 #ff7r #red xiii #nanaki ff7 #ff7 fanart #I was testing out new brushes and then i liked this actually. Suffering #In light of pikmin 4 homophobic green dog i think all games should be judged on inclusion of homophobic dog. Like fishing minigames #I can't believe knowing cloud strife helped nanaki get over his home of phobia

[yanderecrazysie]

Ache part 2 please?👀

My writing is finally starting to come back. 👀

Part 1: here

Title: Ache Part 2

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader, drugging

Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.

ache

/verb/

feel an intense desire for:

The factory was even bigger than you could have ever imagined. Your entire house could fit in the front entrance. The outside was stone gray and square, leading up to large smokestacks, but the inside was much more appealing.

There was a red carpet with golden trim laid out upon the floor, and you had a feeling it was specifically there for your visit. The walls were lined with paintings of desserts. They looked so realistic that you couldn’t help but stare.

“Touch your finger to one of them and put it in your mouth,” Tendou advised you, “They’re tasteable paintings.”

“There’s no way,” you scoffed. Despite your disbelief, you swiped your finger across a particularly delicious-looking blueberry cheesecake painting. Then, you popped your finger into your mouth. The flavor exploded on your tongue, making you let out an “mmm” of delight.

Tendou watched you do so, eyes dark with want. But he could wait. He could be patient. 

“Now, you promised you would taste-test some chocolate for me!” Tendou reminded you with a lazy grin, his eyes lidded.

“Of course,” you said with a fist pump, “I’m excited for it!”

Tendou watched as your tummy and breasts jiggled a little with the motion and he realized that he too was hungry, just for something very different than you were.

The two of you walked through the factory together, so close together that your arms occasionally brushed against each other. He showed you all of the machines and explained what they did. Like a good girl, you nodded and showed as much enthusiasm as possible.

Then, finally, they got to the part of the tour where you would be testing out chocolates. Tendou opened up a box and pulled the first one out- a square of chocolate.

“This one has caramel inside,” Tendou explained. 

You tried to take it from him but he pulled it out of your reach, “No, no, say ‘ahh’!”

You giggled and opened your mouth, making an exaggerated ‘ahh’ sound. Tendou popped the chocolate inside and you began to chew, “Ooh, it’s so sweet and chewy!” 

It took you a while to finish the chocolate with how chewy it was. Tendou was ready with a new one as soon as you were done chewing.

“This one is a cherry cordial- do you like those? A lot of people don’t,” Tendou asked.

“I love every kind of chocolate,” you said with a grin. He popped it into your mouth and you bit down. The chocolate was hollow with cherry filling. You closed your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the wonderful taste.

He pulled out a chocolate with bumps along the top, “This is a nut cluster. You’re not allergic to nuts, right?”

“Right!” you said, opening your mouth again to take in the next treat. This time, Tendou tossed it in from a distance, giggling when you had to move your head to snap it up into your mouth.

“Mmm… very crunchy! I like it!” you said.

“If I actually made a bad chocolate, would you even tell me?” Tendou asked with a smile.

You returned his smile, “Of course I would, but you’re amazing at making chocolates, so I’ll never need to!”

“Well,” Tendou said, reaching back into the box with a racing heart, “This is my secret invention- a chocolate that’s pretty bitter. I want you to answer honestly whether you like it or not.”

You nodded and let him drop the dark chocolate ball into your mouth. The dark chocolate outside was delicious, but the center was filled with a very bitter liquid. Your face twisted in disgust as you swallowed, “Yuck! Sorry, Tendou, but that one was not good.”

“I guess you’ll have to be the only one that has to suffer through it then,” Tendou said with a breathless chuckle, heart rate spiking as your blinks became slower and heavier.

“Woah,” you said, “I suddenly feel kind of… weird.”

“Like how?”

“Tendou, something’s seriously wrong with your chocolate,” you slurred, starting to sway on your feet. He helped you into a sitting position on the ground and watched as you started to lose consciousness, “What did you do… to me?”

He cradled you close as you fell asleep in his arms. Then, he picked you up bridal style and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You may not have liked that chocolate, but I think that one’s my favorite.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #one shot #yandere tendou #tendou satori

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 24 of Nona the Ninth

The return of the Gideon skull!

For the record, that's when I figured out what they had done

Good news: you finally get to talk face-to-face with your necromancer who you a weirdly intense codependent relationship with and haven't been able to talk to in ages. Bad news: he looks and sounds exactly like Naberius Tern. Do you press the button?

The whole thing where Corona had to pretend to be a necromancer with Ianthe's help must have really contributed to their relationship being this weird sort of incestuous thing. From the last book I sort of got the impression that Ianthe felt like she was Corona's protector, and from what she said last chapter about still planning some way to be with Corona and the fact that she's been actively searching multiple planets for her, it sounds like she had plans to continue that relationship even after she became a Lyctor. I'm not sure if it was made clear at any point if their parents were in on this whole thing or not, but based on their relationship, I feel like they probably weren't? And maybe if they had discovered that Corona wasn't actually a necromancer, something like the Harrow Nova AU would have happened with her. I bet Corona is now glad to have escaped that situation and she's definitely unhappy with how Ianthe treated/is treating Babs, but she still has this weird and twisted up relationship with her

I'm not sure what Pyrrha was pretending here? It sounded like she'd told Ianthe what had happened. Or did Ianthe think she still had Lyctor powers, even when she was Pyrrha and not G1deon?

I'm dying to know what Pyrrha was going to say about Nona's yelling

I never really stopped and thought about the fact that Mercy must have been the one to make the entropy field. Palamedes calculated that it would result in permanent brain damage for Camilla if he did it, and Gideon probably only survived because she's Gideon, but Mercy and Cristabel must have tested this out at some point, right? Was Cristabel just extra thalergenic or something, or did she suffer permanent brain damage? Or did Mercy not run through the whole test herself? Or does the Eighth House have a natural advantage here as was suggested in Gideon the Ninth?

If blood wards age, and get weaker with age, doesn't that mean that John's blood ward on the Tomb should be pretty worn out now after 10,000 years?

It did seem clear to me that Nona's regeneration was much better than Harrow's was in Harrow the Ninth, but I figured that meant it was just like, regular Lyctor-level regeneration. It's interesting that it's actually faster than Lyctor-level regeneration, which maybe also supports her being Alecto, since John's powers came from Alecto and he seems to be the only person more powerful than the Lyctors. But if I understand correctly, I think Lyctors can survive headshots like the one Nona got, or at least BOE thinks they can, and I can't imagine that they didn't try to headshot a Lyctor at least once, since that seems to be their basic MO for killing necromancers

I hope this is not foreshadowing for something, but it probably is

We're 2.75 books into this story and this is the Griddlehark first kiss we get, where Harrow's body is being occupied by someone who definitely isn't Harrow and Gideon is kinda sorta dead and has huge open wounds all down her front

Also, I feel like Nona should be more frightened when a body that she identified as definitely being dead suddenly opens its eyes

That means that Gideon didn't only uh, wake up, I guess, because Nona arrived and has been mobile and able to brush her teeth for a while, because the only other option is that Ianthe manually brushes her teeth for her, and that seems unlikely

I really cannot think of a single time when Mercy would have seen Gideon's body. She saw Gideon's eyes at the end of Harrow the Ninth, and recognized them immediately, but I don't think she ever saw Gideon's body at any point? Unless BOE showed it to her that time when she sent Harrow to kill the planet that just happened to be right next to where We Suffer and Co. were and was like, hey, have fun, I'll be back in 4 hours? I guess she showed up at some point during As Yet Unsent to heal Judith, too, which must have been before that point, so maybe she saw it then?

You punched her out of an airlock, and then she tried to kill you in the incinerator, and then you shot her in the head. This is just how tales of epic romance go in this universe

This is what it means to love in this story isn't it? To own, to squeeze, to cosset, and to destroy

Just a guess, but I think John did not in fact allow her to bring Gideon with her and Ianthe just did it anyway

Is this why people have been saying that Pyrrha must remember the world from before she was resurrected, because she still remembers disco?

So far necromancer/cavalier relationships have been entirely a social construct, there are different rules for them and different ideas about what they mean and how they work across all nine Houses, and we've had cavaliers that switched necromancers, like Protesilaus, like this isn't a soulmate AU. I don't think there should be anything necromantically binding any particular necromancer to their cavalier unless they've actually Lyctorfied. So I can believe that Ianthe has some special necromantic connection to Babs but I don't think there's any reason for Palamedes to have a special necromantic connection to Camilla? Unless the like one step they took towards Lyctorhood counts? But Harrow was able to use necromancy through Gideon when they did the construct challenge back at Canaan House, and they hadn't taken any steps towards Lyctorhood at that point. Even if the phrase "one flesh, one end" somehow has necromantic power, Harrow and Gideon hadn't said that to each other yet at that point

Ianthe put a ward of some kind on her a while back, I wonder if that is protecting her from Number Seven somewhat?

I hope that's like, Nona describing ribs, and not actual teeth in her chest, because why would they be there? It can't have been a modification that John made, because Palamedes claims that her wounds are the same as they were earlier

That does confirm that the only reason Corona came to the barracks was to get Ianthe to put that ward on Judith

Ok, I have a prediction now, which is that since Nona is probably Alecto, or at least mostly Alecto, with maybe some Gideon and/or Harrow residue, when they go to open the Tomb the thing that Pyrrha was afraid of earlier where Nona's soul gets vacuumed out of her body into Gideon is actually going to happen for real with Alecto, and then they will have to try to figure out how to get Harrow's soul back into her body before it dies, and probably also have to deal with Alecto waking up as herself, whatever that turns out to mean

Which is probably why the next book is called Alecto the Ninth

I like how the one thing that breaks her out of pretending to be dead is the thought of getting poked with a needle, haha

So now I have to wonder though, what kind of partly-dead state is she actually in now? And why has she been pretending to be dead? I doubt she would be on Ianthe's side of things and she considers all of these people friends, except for Judith probably

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth

[thecameronchronicles]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

TW: Smut. Language. Moments of angst. Slightly Dom!Drew.

SUMMARY: You decide to risk it all for Christmas…

WORD COUNT: 3100

REQUESTED:

@obxiskewl asked:

Hi sweetie !! Is there any chance that tmr u could write a fix for drew ??since it’s my birthday tmr and he’s the best and ur the best writer ofc !!!

*HEY BABES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I'M SO INVESTED IN DOING CHRISTMAS ONES SO I HOPE THAT IS OKAY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES FOR SURE!* 

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Your eyes fixated on the window longer than they should have in regards to the message he sent earlier today. But as you pressed your chin further to the bend of your folded arms, you were only left looking into the darkness of the night. You'd hoped to find an illumination of headlights over the freshly fallen snow or hear an interruption in the silence of the silent night. Yet, you were left staring across the street in the absence of the one person you'd traveled the fifteen hundred miles to see. 

"Are you okay?" One of Drew's sister's asked as she pulled her focus from the laughter accumulated in the kitchen with the remaining members of the Starkey family, all in noticing her absence. 

Brushing a tear from beneath your thumb to hide its expulsion, you nodded. A forced smile was seen as false by her having known you for the better part of your life. After all, you had met Drew in junior high, having met his family soon after as you'd become close friends. Bonding over a love of books and specific Pixar movies, something that endured a test of time and distance, your relationship remained. Only now, you had decided this would be the year you would risk your friendship at the possibility it could be greater. It was fueled by the comments of mutual friends, the biggest supporter having been Odessa, who was also in attendance tonight as she had flown out a few days prior. But as this conversation took place, she had made note of your shifted happiness, that usually commanded a room. 

"He says he will be here by New Years." 

"I can't stay..." You confessed,having arranged everything around Christmas as that's when he said he would be here. Now that confidence you had had faded into deep apprehension and even relief for keeping from having to take that risk. 

"I think I'm actually going to go to sleep since my flight is early tomorrow..." 

"You're leaving tomorrow?!" 

"Yeah..." You couldn’t fight your sniffle, "I think it's best. " You offered those polite farewell embraces of the day's end before climbing the steps to the guest room. But in the need to think of anything else but Drew, you were surrounded by mementos of him. Old pictures, many that held memories of you being there somewhere behind the camera, had been forced around you as you closed your eyes and hoped to leave without suffering any further heartache. 

"Don't be a dumbass!" You heard Odessa scold Drew as his familiar cadence made your heart swell. This was because he was the one you called when in the crux of your tribulations. 2 A.M. Los Angeles time and he would answer every call no matter how fatigued, always being a reason your tears stopped. Which was why his words hurt you so deeply now... 

"Well I'm doing what I can...I'm not coming all the way back for her-Its a goddamn chore to be around her, Dess-Has been since we were kids…" 

It was enough of a reason to stop eavesdropping and slip away into your Uber as he drove you to the airport. Polite conversation was muffled as Drew's words continued to sting. You were forced to face him at every turn however as you found his name broadcast over your screen before you turned off your phone. You decided once and for all that after years of a 'will they won't they' tango, you would have to move on. 

Or at least try to. 

You had convinced yourself you had a right to be happy, more angry than sad by him at this moment, and it acted as a catalyst to that first step of emotional freedom. But it was easier said than done. Eventually, you scrolled through those old pictures of even the Christmas before as it had been a means for your feelings reaching this fever pitch. 

That damn kiss under the mistletoe. The one his family pushed you to have, and the one you had both laughed off. But truth be told, things had changed. Conversations teetered into more cheeky topics and you found him jealous at the mention of you going on a date in what would have maybe have been support. It drove you nearly insane, especially with how suddenly cold he was. 

"Boarding flight 1204-" The speaker echoed through the airport as you pulled your carry on to the direction of the terminal before nodding. You prepared to leave him behind. That angst. That ache. Even if you were well aware it would remain no matter if you stayed until New Years or left now, you couldn't look him in the eye now in knowing how he felt about you. 

"Drew?" You could believe your heavy, swollen eyes as he paused for a second before looking down to you. 

"How are you-" 

"Odessa called me last night and said unless I wanted ro lose the best thing in my life, aside from her," He playfully rolled his eyes, "Then I better move my ass and stop yours from getting on that plane..." 

"I heard what you said..." You confessed. "About me being a chore..." You corrected him, not allowing this sweet sentiment to blur the pain of those words. 

"I said that about my sister! She’s been bugging me for months to get some makeup from Madison...guess she hooked her up...but...I could ever say thay anything like that about you," 

"I..." 

"Don't go...please." He could convince you of anything. Just as he had done when you were fourteen and trespassed into the public pool after hours to go skinny-dipping, his eyes being the first to make you feel beautiful as they descended you in appreciation. And again at eighteen when you helped him in the senior prank. He was also the one who pushed you to follow your dreams, even if it meant you moving across the country away from him. But it was also what kept you in place now. 

"I have to get back..." 

"Odessa told me why you stayed...said there was something you wanted to tell me..." His eye were hopeful, as if he knew but needed that validation. But as you looked to those soft blue eyes, you feared everything changing. In theory, the worst case scenario of requited feelings had been enough to risk that. But knowing you may not be able to have that now if he weren't to feel the same, you retreated. 

"I should go...We'll talk..." You lied, not intending to face him again as it would have been too difficult. But as you tried to leave, he realized he would be the one to take the risk. With your arm in hand, you felt him direct your focus into him until your chest collided into his. But along with this came a moment where you were aware of what was about to happen. A singular moment where he moved his hand to your cheek. 

"Please don't get on that plane..." 

"Give me a reason to stay...." You spoke as more of a question as he pulled you that remaining distance close. A cinematic kiss, purely romantic and sensual as you were in public. But it would only take moments for thay to alter as you crossed over the threshold of his childhood home and up the steps. You were allowed this moment of disheveled clothes and kisses interrupted by chuckled as they had been out looking at lights as they had done every year prior. But he had every intention if you seeing stars by the night's end. 

"Are you sure?" He asked as he stopped outside of his bedroom, which had since been used as a guest room, the room you stayed in when you visited. 

"Yes." You confessed breathlessly. 

"Good. I'm only asking once." Suddenly something switched behind his eyes. The softness drained to something similar to how he would look as one of his morally gray characters. But it wasn't in hatred or anger, but purr lust. 

You were taken into a lift against the door as it slammed closed behind you, his feet quick to take you to the bed. But as you expected to be undressed fully or even taken quickly, he would set you back on your feet. As you looked at him quizzically, he led you softly towards his lips with a sweet kiss that quickly turned almost sinister with seduction. He made you breathless rather swiftly, undressing you down to your lingerie as he smirked at how it felt beneath his fingertips. 

"I want you to tell me what you were going to say if I hadn't gotten stuck at work...all while I get you ready for me..." He teased his lips down the curve of your neck, resting at the skin revealed by your bra as he taunted the fabric separating your bare chest from his own. 

"I'm ready..." You breathed, almost desperately, as he smirked. The fingers at a recent rest at your hip would glide across the rim of your underwear before dipping inside. 

"Look at that, you ARE...But I still want to know what you were going to tell me..." Suddenly, you were left feeling more vulnerable than you had when you were a virgin. This confession wore the weight of a friendship at risk as you swallowed hard. 

"How about I convince you?" He teased, lowering his voice as he pressed his lips to your ear. 

"Lay down..." He guided verbally as you were quick to obey. Your eyes remained to him as he bent over you. 

"Please tell me...I'm dying to know what made you so scared you couldn't tell me-" 

"I wasn't scared-" Your defensive tone was interrupted by a gasp caused by his fingers tessing your sex as he bypassed the gentle teasing you expected from someone usually more reserved. 

"Maybe not...but you're definitely wet...shit...I've always wanted to be the reason you made this face..." He explained with his secondary hand at your cheek. 

"But I can't wait to know how you sound when I'm actually inside of you..." 

"Please, Drew..." 

"Not until you tell me, sweetheart. I can do this all night..." He quickened his fingers, only to slow them as you wrapped your hand around his wrist. 

"Not sure if you could-" 

"This! This was what I wanted to tell you...this was what I've wanted..." 

"Then who am I to keep you waiting?" His hands brought you to the very edge of the bed. For just a moment, your eyes remained to him, before they fell to the fabric pulled from your hips. He was sweet in every motion, but looking at you with such violent seduction that it could be enough to act as a flint and steel to any fire. 

"Drew...I-" You were suddenly flipped to your knees, hips raised to the air, as he pulled you against his chest. The steady rest of his heart was a vast contrast to the pound of your own as his fingers climbed around your neck. 

"I told you I wasn't going to ask if this was okay again. So I am going to expect you to take everything I'm going to give you, baby..." His hand was at your cheek, turning your head until only your eyes found him. 

"Because that's what you are now. You're my girl...my baby..." You nodded. 

"Please, Drew." His jaw clenched, a deep groan forcing his angry cock to consider those angry thrusts. But once again, he would refrain as he returned to the edge of the bed. 

"Don't come this way." He explained before his tongue made stripes between your lower lips. A taunt left behind as he smirked at the desperate reactions made against him. 

"Drew-" You turned far enough to witness how he appeared behind you. His head bobbed in the licks made against him, blue eyes connecting to you, before smirking beneath to interrupt his ambitions. But it was almost as if this only acted as a means of motivation. His tongue became more focused around your clit, sensations deepening by the insertion of not one, but two fingers. 

"Drew!" You gasped, almost to scold him, until feeling him turn you on your back. Without a word, you were set with one leg on either one of hod shoulders as be returned to your sex. Only now, in pure carnivorous expertise. 

"Oh my God....Drew...fuck..."  You breathed quickly, almost pained, as he led you even deeper against him. His expressions of focus and occasionally pride were impossible to validate in majority as he was a man on a mission in feasting you to that close edge. 

"Don't...come..." He explained with a break, breathlessness and self-satisfaction seen in his order, all before he returned again. 

The sound of the front door coming open behind him would pull his focus just enough to return you to reality. 

"Drew?" But it wasn't until the sound of your name that you would move onto your elbows. 

"I wanted to hear you, baby..." He moved over you, hovering as if to kiss you, but only to act as a distraction to remove your bra. 

"But it looks like that I'll just have to make you scream then..." One hand fondled your breast, paying close attention to your nipple. Capturing behind his teeth, he rolled it until it taunted you in pain, mending this by a suck. 

"Ahhh..mmm..." With a hand to the back of your neck, your head came to a rest in his large palm. His tongue was shameless but determined as it drove up your neck and jaw after beginning at your breast and rising up over the clavicle. 

"But this time..." He unbuckled his jeans. The metal of the keys hung on their loop validating each of his movements until they were silenced when colliding with the floor. 

"I'm just going to have to make you tremble..." The groaning made of his name set his hand to your jaw. Softly but enough to direct you tk him. 

"Quietly." Suddenly he was at your sex. Your body suddenly flushed a thousand degrees as he inched slowly into you. Passion and need behind this insertion as your nails ate into his muscular arms. 

"You feel so perfect..." He praised you while the bed squeaked beneath you both. It was set in disregard as you offered each other that rise to ecstasy that had been foremost on your minds since those feelings of friendship was first held in consideration to this. And it showed behind every motion. 

While growing slick with perspiration, you were offered the kindness of a friend but the desperations of a lover. Where a kiss would be necessary to both silence and validate his care, a wicked tongue commanded you into quietude. With fingers alternating between the sheets beneath you, your hair, and your skin, a devoted set of dominant digits sourced for your pleasure at your clit. The thrusts made were gradually quick but thorough, only to contrast in brutal poundings when he needed to feel you even deeper. 

"I wish you would have told me sooner...could have felt this good," He wrapped one hand into your hair, leading you to rest at his lips, "Could've made YOU feel this good-" He grunted as you took your hand quickly around his wrist as he kept you lifted this way. 

"Drew!" 

"Coming for me?" You nodded. His hand slipped around the back of your neck as he returned you fully to your back, but only to direct you over him in a straddle. His cock or his hands never left you during this shift as you remained wrapped into him. 

"I wanted to be soft-" 

"Fuck me. Drew please just fuck me-" 

He forced his way deeply into your clench around him, a mix of pain from depth but kept pleasure surging through you, as he wrapped one hand over your mouth. 

"I promise you can scream all you want next time, baby...my baby-" He grunted, losing himself to you for a moment. "But right now-yes....JUST like that...." He felt you moan into his fingers encircled by your tongue. But you needed more. 

Your hands pressed harshly into his chest as you forced him onto his back. 

"Baby-" 

"I'm gonna make you come, Drew...and then I want you to make me." He corrected you, hand moving from your thighs to your neck. 

"Together." He corrected as you nodded. 

You rode over him in waves, his cock flexing to your intentional clench and his jaw tensing to the unintentional pulls. The most perfect of aches developed at your thighs as you glided over him in perfection. At times, his hands were soft and a means to stabilize you, but mostly, they are into you for his own selfish need that you adored. 

"Yes!" 

"YES-" He grunted, his own back arching as you pulled your palm over mouth. 

"Gotta be quiet-" You were lifted and rolled onto your back, his words and motions a slave to his coming release. 

"Not when you feel this fucking good. I don't care who hears us...I'm too close and you're too fucking tight...SHIT-" As you smirked in lifting a hand around his mouth, he was quick to correct you by returning you flat. 

"I feel what I do to you. Hear what you do to me." He set his forehead at yours, riding out those final thrusts as you tightened around him, reaching your own climax in the process as he was quick to follow. 

By the time you could walk, night had fallen. 

"You realize there is no way in hell you're leaving now, right?" 

"I'll have to eventually-" You reminded as you reached for the bedroom door. 

"Not without me." He kissed you sweetly before you rejoined the family. Even though it was clear by your presence, the smile of your faces, and that final validation of his fingers interlaced with yours, nobody had said anything. 

At least until you sat at dinner. 

"It was about time! Now all that's left is to get you two married." His mother teased as you choked on your choice of alcohol and he smirked, rubbing your back. 

"Maybe start with a date." You smirked before Kdessa leaned to where both of you could hear her. 

"I'm expecting an honorable mention in your wedding toasts...maybe your first born having my name as their middle." She teased as you shook your head, "telling me it isn't possible with the way you just fucked?" You and Drew both looked at each other before looking back at her. 

"Yeah...we heard…”

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @onmykneesforrafe @drews1love

#drewstarkey #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #outer banks #obx #outerbanks #cameron chronicles christmas 2022

[thesoulesscollection]

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Sorry this took me a while as I didn't know at first what to do but thought a little one-shot would do better. I've decided to do this with Honey as I feel that she's been neglected from my attention. 

The Death Of Candy Kinsley 

Tw/Tags: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Character Death - Old Age?, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Complicated/Abusive Relationships, & Ambiguously Open Ending

1978: Honey, 19yo; Choc, 22yo; Candy, 77yo

Death has always been a harrowing event for Honey as much as she tries to understand, accept or deny it.

An omnipotent force, unkindly unyielding, has loomed over her since she was an infant. Not one to be reckoned with either as many said to her, that it is unkind to all, no matter the circumstance or age. 

Despite what the mongers projecting fear try to say, how she should subserviently bow to the whims of life set for her, she was a feisty young lady willing to get her well manicured hands dirty if need be to achieve her heart's whims. 

This though wasn't what she expected and now is at an unease over. 

“You're sure about this, Choc?” Her pristine image of bravado confidence wavers, “This can't be the way we deal with it. I don't feel right” 

“Yes. I am” 

Then her brother, Choc comes along into the picture, as she often imagined it as one that's been scratched up and faded with time it was no longer recognizable. Unlike her, he took to being forgotten about in the shadows, rather preferring to be a silent observer. Soon she's  baffled he sounded nonchalant, that he can 

be emotionally detached and quite aloof on the matter. 

Their grandmother, Candy Kinsley is terribly ill, basically on death's doorstep for goodness sake! He should've tried to show an ounce of sympathy! 

When he heard the tragic news which she witnessed in person, Choc simply shrugged his broad shoulders with a blank expression, looking elsewhere into the distance. 

While she stood unsettled, many more took it as him being upset yet decidedly as the man of the family chose to do his suffering silently in due respect and swallow down the pain for everyone's sake, taking part as the glue that kept them both stable and happy. 

As his sister Honey knew better than anyone however, she didn't feel any better knowing the whole truth. Only that the horrid truth then the stifling realization. She couldn't back out. 

“She won't take it from me, outright refuse if she knew. With you, it's different. You're her favorite and we all know that” He admits with a scorned expression. “So why don't you out the two of us go ahead and comfort her in this trying time” 

In his hands was a cupcake, simply detailed, chocolate in flavor with the same flavor as a frosting on top. He soon hands it to her with careful effort to not drop it, picking up on her hesitancy. Choc's face fell, lips in a soft frown and sighs. A disgruntled groan disguised as a tired sigh Honey picks on, she was testing his limits like any and all siblings tend to do towards one another. His hand brushes back unkempt pale blond curls that broke free from its clean, side sweep style. The siblings must look presentable and at their best for the delicate occasion. 

Honey wore her best, an outfit outshining the rest in her entire wardrobe already filled with the brim in expensive beauty chosen by her grandmother almost over two years ago for these events. Still she frets all the same at every step, smoothing the cream colored ruffled blouse decorated with hand stitched gold trims then fixes the crooked diamond buttons, and tugs down the wrinkled knee length silk skirt. It made her appear older than what she actually was so naturally it didn't suit her tastes. 

She doesn't enjoy it. As if she was going to church to pray at a higher being that may or may not exist for a better outcome. 

“You do understand I'm only doing this for you. For us” He almost sounded remorseful, a particular emotion she doesn't get to view too often. “This is for the best. Keep her out of her misery”  

Only ever the cheerful fakeness displayed on like a cheap mask. 

“She has been getting worse, hasn't she?” 

A mutual sense of subdued understanding surfaces for the siblings, their grandmother is the lone parental figure they've got and now it may be coming to an end. Honey's emotions are feverishly out of whack where a pit in her stomach grows heavier while Choc just lightly nudges her, remaining calm. 

“That she has. You probably should get going then. She doesn't like to wait” 

Her posture straight, heels clicked together and clammy hands clasped together, Honey squeezes them. Antsy walked to a door, on the other inside she knows likely there will be their grandmother on her deathbed awaiting for Honey's arrival. 

***

“Grandmother?” She calls, as Choc lingered behind her by the open door. The cupcake is placed on the small, square bedside table to stay for now. Whatever purpose that sweet treat has is unknown to her and she doesn't focus her attention longer on it. 

“Ah. My dear, sweet girl. Honey come closer” 

The raspy voice answers back in a pained drawl causing Honey to stiffen. She didn't mean to react in an unfashionable manner. What she saw with her own eyes hadn't helped either. 

“You look beautiful. What brings you here?” 

In a twin sized bed propped up by pillows lies an elderly woman. Clearly ill, bedridden, skin and bones, Honey swallows, “I came to visit you. To check up on you, grandma” Piercing chestnut eyes, sunken in, stares through her, almost in her soul if it could and a gaunt face that's heavily wrinkled complexion used to be a smooth, warm light brown has to force any dwindling energy into the smallest imaginable smile. Graying hair once a pure ebony color is anything but wispy and thin hanging off the scalp similarly to hay. 

A sickening sight of someone that's been full of hard life months ago is twisting a knife into her heart. 

“Oh, how wonderful that is of you. So is it just you who's visiting?” It came out as a sharply pointed question, a purposeful intention when the pair switched their gaze from one another to the door. 

Choc still stands by the entrance, gripping at the door frame, hesitant to really leave. In his common silent stance, statue-esque he eyes them unblinking until he is startled a moment later. Upon hearing the older woman's choice words, not too kind, her brother gruffly huffed, Honey could tell he'd rolled his eyes as well despite having already turned around to leave. 

The door slammed shut behind him, leading the two women to be left alone with the eerie silence, Honey wincing at the sound whereas her grandmother remained still with a neutral expression. 

“That's better. He tends to be in the way” Her grandmother spoke, she listens dutifully with open ears. “He never knows what's good for him. Out of all that training by the chief you'd think it would be beaten into him. Obedience and respect”   

“Grammy. I've come to visit you. See if you're doing alright” She weakly starts, watching the older woman stall, thankful to get the leeway to continue on. “Let's… Not talk about him right now. He's just upset like I am…” 

“Dear. You're sweet” 

A hand, shaky, attempts to pat Honey's arm and the younger woman laid her own on top, settling down the movement. 

“I. I got you something too” When she made the move to grab the cupcake, she stopped as her grandmother gripped her hand with a tight hold that shouldn't be too becoming of an elderly woman in her failing health. 

“I see. It appears nice. Perhaps edible but let's talk first” 

Honey couldn't pull away, looking confused, a hint terrified. 

“My time is almost up. We all know it. Don't we? It is something we must discuss before then” As if on cue Honey reluctantly nodded, she didn't want to accept it. “So whatever you do, child, prepare. For death, for everything it will catch up to you, all of us in the end. You can not let it happen by any means you throw out them, don't let it"

Words spewed out her grandmother's mouth like a waterfall. Pouring out her crackling lips, some of it doesn't make sense. The rambling in the middle was as clear as day and Honey isn't enjoying it. 

“Do I make myself clear? Do you understand what you must do for this family” A firm order, not to ignore unless she is seeking for a slew of trouble her way. Similar to her brother, she learned the hard way in the past by the hand for her mistakes. 

“Y-yes, Grams... Yes, ma'am” Honey quickly corrects, eventually being let go. Her arm is stinging in familiar tingling pain almost all the way up the elbow, she rubs it and stumbles to sit again. 

“Good. Now be nice and go ahead and hand me that cupcake, would you?”

Honey listens. 

Not a day later is when the siblings receive the grave news of their grandmother's passing. 

#Answered Ask #Anon Ask #Ask Away #Thsc Fic #Thsc Oc #Honey Kinsley #Candy Kinsley #Choc Kinsley #The Kinsley Family #Toppat Oc #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Henry Stickmin Oc #Angst #Hurt/No Comfort #Open Ending #Implied Abuse #Complicated Relationships #Pre Canon

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New Thoughts on Blitzo

Warning, people who love Stolas should stay away. And okay, so I've been through tumblr, I heard about the new episodes, and I even saw the trailer for the rest of season 2. I gotta say, I have a new perspective on Blitzo. At the very least, I'm feeling sorry for him

Not that the situation with Stolas was never anything to brush off. To be exact, from the very beginning, I was more infuriated at Blitzo's behavior. The shit he did to Moxxie and to an extent Millie, the shit he did to Verosika, to Fizzarolli, to Barbie. Really, to me, the crap that Blitzo did was far more noticeable to be than the crap Stolas was doing. Like a favorite child and an unfavorite to an abusive parent. Yeah, you'd think it's super obvious who has it good just by looking at it, but you end up missing how the favorite child suffers, too, from their position. In this case, I paid more attention to the the unfavorite child's acting out that I didn't notice how problematic the favorite really was.

Hearing what I heard, though... and seeing the trailer. Well, Blitzo's situation with Stolas has gotten worse and worse over time. Now it's reached a point where not only can I not look at it and think nothing of it anymore, but I actually feel bad for Blitzo. Really, being guilt tripped and attacked over and over to get with the one who made you feel like it really is just about sex, someone who would get mad at you for not loving them like they wanted when you fail their test... that's something I wouldn't want to wish on my worst enemy. No matter how much I hate Blitzo, I wouldn't wish this on him.

Even without that, there's so much ACTUAL shit that Blitzo has done that warrants the relentless attack that the trailer showed snippets of. Stalking, harassment, video taping and watching people have sex without even their knowledge, let alone their consent, breaking and entering, maxing out credit cards and leaving debt for others to take care of, leaving someone to highly likely die regardless of the reasons for doing so, tracking someone down for a week straight regardless of whether or not they want to see you and make THEM the bitch for the voluntary week-long search, and constant insulting and belittling and sheer disrespect in general... yet the thing that Blitzo is gonna ever be held accountable for is not being in love with Stolas. What the fuck? It's like the show's writers are saying that not being in love with someone is the only real crime down there in Hell

And yeah, for the two paragraphs above, I said 'test'. Because ultimately, at seeing that sneak peek of that 'duet', that's what it feels like Stolas's end. That he just wants to see that he doesn't really need the grimoire to have Blitzo. What's more, Stolas clearly has his expectations. He says things like 'can' and 'could' when dreaming about that little fairytale ending with Blitzo that he wants but from the way he carries himself, it's like he's taking it for granted that he will get that fairytale ending. I guess his test will just be something like a formality instead of a test, now that I think about it

I legitimately will never understand people who sees this show as a masterpiece that's perfection representation and all that jazz. If they can enjoy it, fine, but when I hear praise like that, it feels like to me like you're drinking water and you claim it's actually liquidized macaroni and cheese. With no flavor packets with a mac-and-cheese flavor at all

#helluva boss #blitzo #stolas #ranting

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Hi!

What about a fanfiction where the reader and Doctor Strange Supreme have the evening off and she teases him without mercy, until they are called at the Sanctum for something minor. Then she finally gives him some relief demanding him not to touch her, but because he is feeling a lot of emotions, he loses control slightly of his human form as his wings sprouts out. The reader stops and he thinks is because of the wings and as he becomes more nervous, she just tells him that Stephen touched her without her permission. After that they just become more needy. Finally arriving in the bedroom, she realizes what a long evening it would be for the both of them, given that the doctor is insatible.

Thank you!!!

I hope you like this!😅

Also this was inspired by the NSFW Alphabet for Strange Supreme by @feral-for-strange. If you didn’t read it already, go check it out.😏

Don’t start something you can't finish.

18+ MINORS DNI!!

Pairing: Doctor Strange Supreme x Fem!Reader

Summary: You just wanted to see how long Stephen could last before making a move, but seeing that he didn’t even complain, you decided that he deserves a treat from you.

Stephen instantly closed the portal after you entered the room containing the artefacts from the New York Sanctum Sanctorum as you hurriedly checked to see if the Serum of the Seraphim was present. Wong called you both repeatedly before the sorcerer finally responded. After some pupils used the elixir, he wanted to make sure that it was given back.

Wong could have checked it, especially considering that he had finished teaching the newer students, you questioned why he couldn't accomplish that on his own. It wasn't like it was a life or death situation, and virtually everyone in Kamar-Taj could finish such a plain task, so you wanted to refuse. However, Stephen did not give you the opportunity to express your opinion since he quickly promised Wong that the two of you would authenticate the item.

But in all honesty, you already knew why he responded that way.

The moment Wong called him, the doctor almost started to believe in God again. Since Y/N and him didn't have any classes that evening, you went for a leisurely stroll in the park. He wasn't sure if it had been that soothing for him. Not when all you did was tease him. His pants were currently incredibly tight and you were fully aware of what you were doing.

It’s not that he couldn’t open the mirror dimension and take you right there, but he knew you wouldn’t allow it. He would only increase his suffering. Not that it wasn't already obvious—if the bulge wasn't a clear indication, he had no idea what was.

"The serum is here." He was startled by your voice, which caused him to momentarily shift his attention back to you. He didn't trust his voice enough to respond, giving you only a murmur.

As you drew nearer to him, you asked, "So, are you ready to finish our walk, which was cut short because Wong was lazy?"

Since he had been so needy the previous week, you relished seeing Stephen so worked up. With all the new students at Kamar-Taj and America being at home, neither of you had time to even breathe, so all he received was a handjob, which was obviously insufficient for the doctor, but he didn't complain despite how evident it was.

Actually, all you really wanted to do was test his obedience and see whether he deserved a reward from you. So you finally made the choice to put an end to his agony when you noticed how he raised his arm to open a portal.

He looks at you bewildered as you lightly grab his wrists to stop him from moving. He locks his eyes with yours once you release them, catching a little glimmer in them and realizing what is about to happen. He hisses in surprise as you delicately brush your palm over his erection. He's not complaining, though.

As you slowly undo his belt and take his hard cock out, he mutters to himself how lucky he is.

Slowly jacking him off, you take pleasure in his helpless expression as a sly grin spreads across your face. “Are you going to continue to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes" he responds so fast that you can't help but laugh. You then trace your thumb over his lips and steal a quick kiss from the neurosurgeon.

As you kneel down, you maintain eye contact with him. Even though you are in a vulnerable position, you still have complete control over the situation, and you can't pretend that it doesn’t feel nice to have such dominance over him.

Eventually, you demand that he can’t touch you as you tightly round the base of his cock. At your remark, he begins to whine, but as you give him an experimental lick on the tip, the whine swiftly changes to a groan. Having him flustered so soon makes you smile, hearing his gentle moans getting louder as he hardens beneath your tongue.

You placed your lips around his length as his breath left him. As you took more of him in your mouth and gave him short sucks, the sorcerer let out a few low groans, and he threw his head back with his eyes closed, utterly absorbed in his own pleasure.

Even when you two did become a little more intimate this past week, Stephen was still able to maintain control of his human form. However, today, after you teased him for at least an hour until Wong called, you drove him crazy, and he became a little too desperate for relief. He was too lost in the pleasure of having you suck him to fully concentrate on the fact that he needed to channel magic through his body to maintain his normal appearance.

You bob up and down while smiling, one hand tightly grasping his tight while the other followed the motion of your mouth. Your gaze briefly catches sight of Stephen staring at you with half-lidded eyes and his jaw hanging open. His cock's head is firmly pressed against the back of your throat and you start to see signs that he is approaching his orgasm. As soon as you sink in, rubbing your tongue against his dick, you notice Stephen's eyes widen briefly before his wings sprout up from his shoulders, shredding his shirt in the process.

They brushed against a showcase, but it didn’t damaged it in any way. Even Stephen didn't anticipate this, so he makes a small effort to regain balance. The sorcerer places a hand on your shoulder as the other grabs your head briefly from behind. He sees your hesitation and becomes anxious when you stop as he finally notices his clawed hands.

You pull away from his hips as he whimpers and tries to apologize, but you interrupt him by saying, "Didn't I say that you can't touch me?"

He seems a little surprised, but when he realizes that you don't mind that his wings are out, he releases his grip on you and says, "Yes, yes. I’m sorry.” Out of breath, Stephen murmured, “Please, please forgive me.” Only thinking now about how close he was just seconds ago, needing your mouth on him again.

"Since you’ve been so good for me, I’ll overlook it." You uttered that as you encircled the tip with your lips and once more slipped his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth.

“Oh fuck” he curses as he begins to thrust into you, your gag reflex causing more delicious vibrations around his dick. His body finally tighten with his orgasm.

“Can I cum?” He gives you a big-eyed stare and tries again after realizing that you didn't approve in any way. “Please, can I cum?”

Finally, you hummed your approval, and as warm cum spilled down your throat, his hips jutted forward. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" he uttered before groaning. Then Stephen's wings began to flutter slightly before he expanded them fully and revealed them in all their glory as he came down from his high.

You let out his cock with a pop, and as you clean his dick with soft kisses, his breathing becomes labored. He grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him as you finally stand up. After giving you a kiss and tasting the salty taste of his cum on your lips, Stephen steps back to catch his breath.

"My good boy." You say as you gently dredge him after you and open a portal to your shared bedroom. Although it was pretty amusing to watch him struggle to walk through it while his wings were out, you could tell that the sorcerer didn't mind. What he might mind is that he was still hard after this and that just won’t do, but first, you needed a release too.

Stephen joined you in bed as the portal closed, and you laid down while quickly casting a spell to remove your clothing. He had you snugly tucked under him, his shape enclosing you. He felt as though he was melting under your touch as you stroked his hair.

As you spread your legs towards him and gently grabbed his chin to make him look into your eyes, you grinned at him. “Make that mouth helpful doctor” you whispered as you gave him a short kiss on the lips.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Stephen kissed your clit while lowering himself and delicately sucking it for a brief period of time. He then moved in a languid, irregular pattern as he probed your labia while slipping his lengthy tongue inside of you. He relished every second of it. It was incredibly exciting, with the metallic flavor of your warm juices and the way you moaned.

He managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue, resulting in the loudest moan you've let out yet and followed by a loss of air.

“Stephen..”

Since he knew he had found your g-spot, he proceeded to move his tongue in circles, just as he knew you liked it. Your groans filled the room as he repeatedly hit the same spot, and you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you realized you wouldn’t last too long.

You could swear that he was smirking even if you couldn't see him, especially because your vision was suddenly a little hazy. Your labia was being kissed and licked like there was no tomorrow by him. Not that you were complaining, but your body felt positively ablaze.

You finally crumbled under Stephen's final two hard licks. He drank your fluids without daring to breathe while you felt like your soul was physically leaving from your body. “Oh fuck Stephen”

He trailed kisses all over your body as he slid his body upward, and you whimpered at the lack of contact. He treated your body with reverence, treating you like a true Godness, and you adored how gentle he was with you. Though that notion made your heart race, the way he looks at you makes you feel like the luckiest woman in the multiverse.

As you slowly began to shift positions such that you were on top of him, you took his hands in yours. He didn't complain, and his wings were exhibited rather nicely on the bed, even so you didn't want to rush him because you didn't know if he was comfortable with them. “They don't get in the way, do they? “ you asked as you straddled him and gently touching his wings.

He merely gave you a hum of approval, but it wasn't enough to make you sure he was feeling alright. "Love, use your words. You're comfortable, right?

"I’m sorry.” He gave you a small smile “I am comfortable. Don’t worry.” Stephen felt strange (no pun intended) because he didn't believe you would acknowledge them, but he felt better knowing that you don't find them repulsive. But in the back of his mind, he knew you would have spoken sooner if you really were, though.

“Good.” Your face once more broke into a smile as you twirled your fingers together. “But now," you said as you licked along his neck and felt him become rigid beneath you, before pulling away while giggling. “You must remain still once more, my good boy.

You pushed Stephen's hands up along the sheets while he scowled but said nothing in response. "You look great stretched out like this for me," you said.

“Oh Y/N..” The only response to his dramatic sigh of his, was a chuckle."You're so cruel to me" he wanted to touch you, kiss you, and taste you in every way imaginable.

You palmed his cock, which twitched against his leg. In an effort to avoid touching you, he clenched his muscles as you gave him some firm strokes. With his eyes glued to your every action, all he could do was moan. You stood up and placed his cock's head close to your pulsating entrance and as you lowered yourself, you grabbed his biceps.

Stephen let out an embarassing loud moan, just at that contact, feeling himself blush, but before he could regain his thoughts, you started to bounce on him. Your warmth enveloped him as you continued your confident motions of your hips.

“You’re so good for me” you breathed out very quietly

“Yes, yes, yes. Use me my love.” He said through ragged breaths as he admired you chase your orgasm.

He saw that you found a position that was giving you more pleasure, but you changed your motions, lowering yourself again as Stephen let out a whimper. It was clear that you prioritized his enjoyment, and he wasn't really pleased by this.

He realized he wouldn't last for long as you bent and flexed around him. He was pleading helplessly and without guilt, only wanting to hold you closer.

You were aware that if you would let him touch you, you would quickly lose all control, but against your better judgement you still let him.

When you said, "Touch me," he gripped your hips without wasting any time, merely dragging his claws along your sensitive skin.

Stephen had to start assisting you after you got into a rhythm and moved more quickly than before. The only sounds in the room were your loud bed creaking and your pornographic moans because neither of you could speak any more.

You tightened up against his dick, which caused his wings to rise and cover the two of you. "Oh God," you exclaimed, Stephen beginning to thurst harder as he lost himself in the pleasure, and you finally felt your orgasm wash over you. Although he didn't stop, you could tell he was close by the way he moved.

He was moving even more faster when he suddenly halted as his climax finally passed through him and caused him to whimper out loudly. His thick sperm filled you up, and some of it leaked out of your pussy, ruining the sheets.

You let your body fall on top of him, and due to your change of position a whine left your mouth, feeling some friction against your overstimulated clit, realising that he was still hard. “Gosh Stephen, you really are insatible sometimes.”

“We can stop if you want, Y/N” and as you gazed up at him, a timid smile appeared on his face, making you only slightly laugh. Because of the changes he underwent, you knew his sex drive was quite high, but you were confident you could keep up with him for a short while. Additionally, neither of you had any business to attend to.

“I didn’t say that I wanted to stop.” You scoffed trying to appear annoyed, but just how gently he was holding you, made your heart melt. “So get to work Mr. Strange”

He didn’t waste a second as he changed your position, turning you onto your stomach, his form encompassing you.

“Doctor Strange” he corrects you as you moan, back arching up, in vain. He’s unmovable and his hands enfold yours and squeeze as you claw at the blankets.

You inhale and exhale as you slightly flex your knees and feel his cock twitch inside of you. As he shifts against you, you feel like your knees are about to give way slightly, but he stabilizes you by circling your waist with one arm as he begins to thrust once more.

You shove your head into the blankets as he stirs up every nerve in you again.

The moist slap of his hips against you, the lovely drag of his claws, oh god. You just realized what a long evening this would be, but it would be a fun one.

Several hours later, you drifted in a state of euphoria, lying on the ruined sheets with Stephen's cum filling your cunt to the brim. The sound of the floor cracking slightly with the weight of the sorcerer jolted you back to reality as you struggled to regain your breath.

As he approached you with a towel in hand, he left the bathroom door open.

You smiled a little at him as he climbed onto the bed, this time without wings or claws, and began to gently wipe your thighs. You were worn out and sore, but what caught your eye was Stephen shifting awkwardly and slightly adjusting his pajama pants.

You let out a feeble "I'm sorry" as you took a deep breath.

"What for?" He casts a spell to make the blankets freshen up while he stares bewildered at you.

As a blush rises up your neck, you say, "For not really succeeding to satisfy you—even if I'm the one who started to tease you."

"Are you kidding?" Stephen whispers as he gently caresses your sides, letting his fingers ghost along "You've done more than enough"

You chuckle a little as he draws you forward and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'm more than grateful for what you offered me" Then he delivers you gentle nips and kisses while burying his face in your neck.

He swiftly exclaims "Now, come on," as he picks you up in bridal manner and takes you to the bathroom. “Your bath is ready and waiting for you” a goofy grin playing on his lips

You gave him a dreamy smile, and when you finally caught a whiff of lavender in the air, you couldn't help but chuckle. “I'll fall asleep, Stephen.”

"Not a problem.” He promises, "I'll take care of you" he says before giving you gentle kisses on the eyelids.

You murmured, "I love you," as Stephen glanced down at you rather shyly. He didn’t know why, but these three words almost brought him to the brink of tears.

Finally, he carefully placed you in the tub, the warm water easing your muscles, and he added, "I love you too," in a trembling voice. As Stephen snatches up the bottle of your preferred shampoo, you dive deeper into the water.

As he started to massage your scalp with his fingers and applied some of it to your hair, you grew drowsy and eventually closed your eyes.

He kept running his fingers through your hair, as he admired you. With your nose slightly wrinkled and your lips pursed, even then you looked so angelic. As you eventually opened your eyes once more, a drained murmur emerged from your throat.

You began to giggle as he bent down to give you a tiny kiss on the tip of your nose. Oh, how he loved you. Never again will he be without you. Nothing will ever harm you as long as he's around, he'll make sure of that.

My Y/N. Only mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

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TELL! US! ABOUT! YOUR! OCS!

OH SOMEONE ACTUALLY ASKED

OKAY THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ASS POST, LETS TALK ABOUT MY TWO MAIN OC CATEGORIES

Pathfinder OCs and Fallout OCs. My Pathfinder OCs are primarily based around the Montague family of Ustalav, my Fallout OCs are primarily based around game MCs plus one TTRPG oc

Honestly I've written fan fiction about all of them, but I'm absolutely too terrified to share that

Buckle up y'all

MONTAGUE FAMILY

The Montague family are Ustalav nobility, all disappointments to each other and all fucked up in their own and unique ways. I sort of have art for them, but it's just Hero Forge screenshots from them being largely game characters.

In alphabetical order:

Alaela Montague

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 123

Height: 5’4 (163 cm)

Ancestry: Elf

Class: Cleric

Likes: Her kids, Bad Boys, Adventure, Sex, BDSM

Dislikes: Settling Down, Purity Culture, Losing

Fun Facts:

Parents are wealthy merchants in Absalam, but extremely disappointed in their daughter’s life choices and don’t talk to her much.

The collar is not part of her uniform

Alaela's a bad ass Cleric of Calistria who fell in love with her husband after she tried to kill him on a dare and he found it really funny. They got married, but after having the triplets she realized she was missing a life of adventure. She waited until they were 12, said "I'm sure they won't get mommy issues if I leave now" and left.

She still regularly writes her kids letters, somehow knowing where they are even when theyre adventuring. Every year she hosts a family dinner where everyone's invited, but attendance is inconsistent.

Bella Montague

Pronouns: She/They

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Cleric

Likes: Helping people out, Howl, meeting new people, Unions

Dislikes: Vegetables, Alcohol, Capitalism

Fun Facts:

Is in horrible need of wearing her glasses, but thinks they make her look like a nerd.

Became a cleric to try and see her mom more (it didn’t work)

Bella's the middle child of the Montague triplets, and was actually the first of them I built. She's very much a jock, terribly built, and is a charismatic herbo who gets by on the fact no one asks her anything too complicated.

She can't hit anything, will eat or drink anything you hand her, and has built a slow resistance to poison from Howl testing his poisons on her since they were kids. They will do literally anything an older woman tells her to, and has accidentally unionized war camps.

Delilah Montague

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Witch

Likes: Death, Necromancy, The Eyes That Watch, Salem, Sally

Dislikes: Food, Baths, Bella

Fun Facts:

Uses Embalming fluid as her perfume

Sally is the only one allowed to fix her hair or pick her outfits

I'm actually playing Delilah in an Alkenstar game, and she's probably my favorite. Having suffered from sleep paralysis since she was a kid, on the first birthday after her mom left the creature in the shadows, the Eyes That Watch, sent her a cat as a birthday present. Salem's a talking cat who ambiguously hints he was once human, and is a himbo

She takes terrible care of herself, having not taken a bath or brushed her hair in decades now. Her outfit was white when and blue when she was given it, and she's never purposefully dyed it. Delilah often has to be forced to eat by Salem, though at the same time he eats most of her rations for her.

Howl Montague

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 68

Height: 6’6 (198 cm)

Ancestry: Vampire human

Class: Alchemist

Likes: Fashion, Sewing, Fiber Arts, Bella

Dislikes: Blood, messes, insects

Fun Facts:

Made the main outfits all of the triplets normal wear (armor withstanding)

Bella is the only one who gets to hear about how his experiments are going (she's the test subject)

Howl is the oldest Montague child, and is proud of having the best fashion sense. He wakes up every morning and decides he's the most impressive person in the country. Having trained to be an alchemist since a young kid, he specializes in mutagens and poisons.

Howl is a disaster pansexual and has a habit of falling fast and falling hard for every man and woman he meets. Absolutely has never gotten a date and never will, because he has negative game. Sally tried setting him up once on a blind date and he panicked and poisoned himself to have an excuse to leave early.

Kolro Montague

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: ???

Height: 7’5 (226 cm)

Ancestry: Vampire human

Class: Fighter

Likes: Bloodshed and massacre, subjugating the masses, torture, his wife

Dislikes: His kids, his life choices

Fun Facts:

Spends an hour every morning styling his hair and beard

Makes sure to schedule a collective twenty four hours of bonding time with each of his kids each year to seem like he cares

Kolro's family had ruled their territory in Ustalav for some time before he became a vampire. Killing his own father, he took up the titles and has ruled the territory with an iron fist ever since, his cruel exterior only pierced by Alaela.

Kolro has no idea how to raise kids, and literally thinks his kids aren't properly adults until they try to kill him and steal his titles and lands. None of them have tried to do so, and none hold a demeanor close to his, leading to constant disappointment. He's not sure how to interact with his kids in a way that's not encouraging murder or discussing the philosophy of war.

Salem Catenhagen

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: ???

Height: Cat

Ancestry: Cat

Class: Cat

Likes: String, fish, catnip, women, flare for the dramatic, evil schemes

Dislikes: Water, long walks on the beach, The Eyes That Watch

Fun Facts:

Used to be human before betraying The Eyes That Watch

Considers himself the dad who stepped up to Delilah.

Literally just gonna leave this here, what else needs to be said.

Sally Montague

Pronouns:

Age: 63

Height: 6’3 (190 cm)

Ancestry: Dhampir human

Class: Druid

Likes: Her kids, Delilah, her husbands, nature, animals, flowers, trees, birds, bugs, green, brown, purple, pink, red, white, black (list continues indefinitely)

Dislikes: Fighting, anger, bad vibes

Fun Fact:

Stole her pearl necklace from her dad’s private vault as a memory of home

Is wanted in every country for violent acts of ecoterrorism she refers to as her “fixing the vibes in the room”.

Youngest of the Montague triplets, Sally has always been the silliest of the family. Loving peace, happiness, beauty, she was always considered to be a rebel in her family, something she thought stressful. When she fell in love with a halfling bard at nineteen she panicked at how her family would react and did the logical thing:

She robbed her grandmother's grave and placed the body in her bed, burned down her tower, stole the Montague family pearls, and faked her death for five years while she eloped and had a kid. By the time she returned, everyone was so happy about her being alive they didn't care about her taste in men. She primarily lives in a halfling commune with her three husbands and scores of kids and grandkids, but occasionally goes on trips to perform ecoterrorism.

FALLOUT OCS

These have a lot less information, mostly because most of them are my character headcanons and the one TTRPG one I've never gotten a chance to play in a game so it's just for my custom setting

I have a picture of my Sole Survivor OC, literally shitty "took picture of screen" because was playing her recently, but not even Hero Forge art for others so keep that in mine

Nancy Alberts

Origin: Lone Wanderer

Pronouns: She/Her

Nancy's genuinely hopeful and happy, but also very shy and uncertain about herself. Growing up in the vault she was the type to try and making people like her by being funny, but none of her jokes work in the wasteland so she's just nervous.

Ends up becoming really skilled at using automatic rifles and the like. She wears the power armor she's given while out on quests, but otherwise feels a lot of comfort in wearing her old vault suit while around the house.

She started getting a crush on Butch before she left the vault that she fucking hated and suppressed. They became a relationship of "well we know each other and not many other people" after he left the vault himself, and kinda on again off again until they actually started dating after the game.

Mouse

Origin: The Courier

Pronouns: She/Her

Mouse lost big sections of her memory after getting shot in the head, remembering some vague details but forgetting a lot. Not remembering her actual name, she just remembers people liked to call her Mouse, and she was from farther out west. Wandering back out into the wastes she found herself.

She ends up becoming classic cowboy, using revolvers mostly with occasional non-scoped rifles, wears leathers and coats. She acts cheerful and happy, though is constantly on the verge of an identity crisis and crying regularly as she tries to figure out who she is. Tries staying alone at first, despite meeting few people, but does bring Boone along after helping him out.

Sees Boone as similar sad person for her to relate to, especially since it helps neither talks about their past immediately. Starts to enjoy his company and adds his gifted beret to her normal wardrobe. Starts to get a crush on Boone, but pretty much immediately knows he's never returning that.

Sleeps with Benny planning to kill him and thinking it's the best way to show Boone "not interested", but they end up talking about their feelings and regrets and she forgets to and falls asleep. Wakes up pissed off and tracks him down, ends up letting him go, and gets pissed at herself again and shoots Caesar for the hell of it before leaving. This all makes her realize how desperate she is for someone to talk to, and makes the crush on Boone worse.

Honest Hearts and Lonesome Road happens and she realizes it's not just Boone, she just has the worst taste in men and is touch starved.

She does the Yes Man ending, and tries and help people around her get better as she realizes she's a complete mess. Tries turning herself into a martyr, but friends keep pulling a "I will drag you into loving yourself" point

Julie "Snipes"

Pronouns: She/Her

Origin: Sole Survivor

Julie grew up in the country and was used to needing to hunt and the like, with her dad being a major doomsday prepper. Gladly settled down and became a suburban housewife after growing up with that, trying to put that behind her. After waking up from being frozen she fell back on a lot of that, while spiraling mentally.

Julie believes completely in customization and sufficiency, though how far she takes it can be concerning. She primarily dresses as above and uses a sniper rifle and pipe pistol for close range. She stopped using her husband's name early on, though didn't feel comfortable taking her maiden name. In the end she ended up getting the nickname Snipes for her preferred method of combat.

She alternates rather regularly between being nice and supportive and wanting to go into the Wasteland and fight everything she sees. Generally tries to help others, but at the same time just feels really lost and unsure of how to act in this new world so she falls back on letting others do most of the charity work.

On top of building settlements and falling back on knowledge she has from her past she customizes everything. Her weapons, her armor, even herself in what ways she can. Julie got really into chems after the apocalypse, often making her own and using them during fights.

Doesn't really get over the death of her husband for a long while, not even removing her wedding ring the whole time or living his behind. Becomes really good friends with Hancock and has brief flings with Piper and Macready, but isn't ready for a full relationship. Does Minuteman ending, after the game she ends up retiring to Diamond City with her robot kid to try focusing on herself again.

Morgause

Pronouns: She/Her

Origins: Fallout 2d20 (Custom Richmond Setting)

Morgause is a member of "The Kingdom", a group of ren faire descendents who formed a pseudo-medieval civilization. A member of the noble class, Morgause left it behind to seek a life of her own. Now she wanders the wasteland trying to help smaller civilizations, while escaping bounty hunters her family sends trying to bring her back.

Morgause still dresses in the pseudo-medieval fashion of The Kingdom, wearing long dresses and veils even to fights. Primarily using rifles, she likes to keeps her distance if a fight happens and use her charisma first when possible. Her dialogue's still peppered with the dialect of The Kingdom, though she's been trying to hide it as it's a subject of ridicule the farther out one gets from their territories.

Morgause travels alone mostly, though has recently started taking up group jobs in an attempt to socialize. Not really sure how to act outside the specific context of a noble of a single culture though it's been slow and with plenty of blunders. Her one and only attempt to have asked someone on a date having resulted in laughter

#ask Gwen #my ocs #pathfinder #fallout #thank you so much for asking about this I have been wanting to give people this rant for months now

[l4m3nt]

Mischa 'IN MY COUNTRY IT IS-' Bachinski

Noel had always wanted tragedy. 

He didn’t know why. He had just always found it beautiful. This was punctuated by his fantasies of being Monique Gibeau, a hooker who in every situation Noel came up with, suffered some terrible event. It felt nice to escape into a fantasy that was more exciting than his real life.

But those fantasies didn’t matter much when he was dead. 

Stuck in limbo with his fellow choir members, Noel often tried to fall back into his fantasies. It didn't work though. He was always distracted.

When he imagined Monique taking a lover who would then leave her for dead in the middle of the night, the man always had the deepest brown eyes.

When he imagined Monique being approached by a man at the bar, he was always tall and strong.

When he imagined Monique being on the other end a man trying to convince her to come home with him, the man always had a deep voice and a foreign accent.

Whenever he imagined anything it was always Mischa, Mischa, Mischa.

And the thing is, he had had a crush on the ukrainian boy back when they were alive. So this was nothing new, but it was infinitely more frustrating when Mischa was one of the only people he could talk with. 

“Noel Gruber!”

Noel was snapped out of his musing, turning to see Mischa jogging towards him. ‘Fuck’ he thought. There was no way he was going to survive with how much he and Mischa were talking. 

Mischa sat down next to him on the couch, looking so excited he could be compared to a golden retriever. “Noel! Can you do something for me?”

Noel smiled, “Sure, Misch. What is it?”

"Can you kiss me?”

Noel froze. “What?”

Mischa didn’t seemed to be disencouraged. “I am 99% sure of something, I want to make sure I am 100%. Ricky refuses to help me.” He moved so that he had a knee on the couch and was leaning over Noel.

“You’re being even more vague now. Just explain it to me.” Noel adjusted so that both his legs were on the couch, making it easier to back away. 

Mischa sat down on legs, which Noel doubted was comfortable. “I think I am thing where you like girls and boys. Want to test it with someone, and Ricky said no. You are only other boy.”

Noel immediately felt a wave of something wash over him. Anger, maybe. Probably remorse as well. “Mischa, I know you’re probably heartbroken about Talia, but that doesn’t mean you have to find a distraction.”

Mischa shook his head, a new, determined look on his face. “No, not it. Have accepted I can no longer have Talia. I just want to test this.”

Now Noel was just pissed. “Even so, you can’t just use me to settle your sexuality crisis. What happens if you turn out to not be queer? That 99% could all be theoretical.”

“No it is not. I am almost sure because normal things with certain boys make me, ah, fuzzy. Like how brushing hands with girl makes some boys excited. I just have never actually done anything with a boy.” Mischa seemed to be sweating, because he was wiping his palms on his pants.

“I don’t want to just be your confirmation that you're bisexual or whatever.” Noel looked over to the side. Ocean and Constance were a little farther away, and probably trying to listen. Ricky was with them but he looked more focused on Mischa, an almost worried look on his face.

Mischa huffed out and Noel could see out of the corner of his eye that he looked almost frustrated. “I promise, you will not be. You trust me, yes?”

“Fine, sure.” Noel fully faced him again and crossed his arms over his chest. Was he making this difficult? Yes. Did he care? No.

The Ukrainian’s eyes widened, like he was surprised Noel accepted. “Oh, okay.”

They sat like that for a beat, neither of them moving. Noel rolled his eyes, “Are you gonna do anything? I told you you could kiss me.”

“Yes. Just… nervous. I think.” Mischa sat down on his legs. He wasn’t looking at Noel anymore.

“Oh my fucking…” Noel grabbed Mischa's face and kissed him. The double-edged sword of being the only gay guy in a small town is that while you may get shunned, you may also get a lot of practice from closeted guys who want to fuck around with someone they know isn’t likely to turn them down

The kiss didn’t last too long. Noel just wanted to get it over with. He was ready for Mischa to throw himself back and realize that he was not, in fact, attracted to men. 

When the kiss was over, Mischa sat completely still. Noel’s hands were still on his face, making it so Noel could feel the way the other boy’s face heated up.  He could see it, too, with the way Mischa’s cheeks started to turn slightly pink.

“Well? You alright, Mischa?” Noel asked. Mischa blinked but still didn’t say anything. Noel lightly smacked him which seemed to wake him up a bit.

“A-ah. I am fine. Can you kiss me again?” Mischa licked his lips. Noel was starting to wonder if he had really fallen for this same joke again. You’d think he would have known better by now.

But Noel was nothing if not a bit weak once something started. He kissed Mischa again, and this time the other boy kissed back. Noel felt Mischa move his hands to his hips. Noel moved his own hands to Mischa’s shoulders.

They didn’t realize they were getting a bit heated until they were separated by someone. They both looked over and surely enough, Ocean was there with the most appalled look on her face. “You both need to chill! There are other people here, oh my god!”

Noel started laughing and apparently it was contagious, since Mischa started giggling. Ocean groaned and walked back to where she had been sitting with Constance. Mischa spoke in between his giggles, “I’m surprised she didn’t try to stop it earlier.”

“Me too. Maybe she was stuck in shock.” Noel smiled. He would never admit that hearing Mischa giggle made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. “Well, did that answer your question?”

Mischa looked him in the eyes. Noel thought his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. I liked the kiss during your song, but I thought maybe that was just in my head from Karnak. If it was, I still like boys either way.’”

“Oh, really? Did you like the slap too?” Noel asked, a grin on his face. He expected Mischa to laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, he looked as if he had been caught. His eyes were wide and he didn’t have a smile any more.

Noel started laughing again, “Oh my god, you did!” Mischa put his head in the crook of Noel’s neck and said “Shut up.” though it came out very muffled. 

Over with the others, Ricky had a self satisfied look on his face, Ocean had puffed up cheeks and Constance had an amused smile on her face.

“Told you. Mischa may be the lover boy, but Noel has experience.” Ricky said. Ocean groaned.

“I know! I just thought that if Mischa was going to beeline his way over there he would at least be able to follow through if Noel accepted.” Ocean crossed her arms and scrunched up her nose.

Constance giggled, “Well, he never has thought things through, has he?”

#mischa x noel #passionfruit #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #constance blackwood #ricky potts #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ride the cyclone #fanfic #cross posted on ao3

[psych-is-the-name]

This post was first uploaded to my Patreon. Please consider subscribing to get access to my original content a week before I put it on tumblr!

Not sure if anyone else will find this as interesting as I do, but this is what each of my super-long-posts look like in my files. 

first up is the first super long post i made, Bee Movie Script:

I made versions with and without text because I thought I'd be using this as a template for future posts (i was already committed to causing pain and suffering)

shortly after this post, tumblr increased the image limit from 10 to 30. Obviously keeping in theme with meme scripts I decided to do Shrek. There's a couple of revised images in this folder that I'll get into at another time.

now up to this point i was working in the image size of the longest image from the original "do you love the color of the sky" post. I have no idea why I decided to stick with that size for so long, but i did eventually realize I could make my images as long as i wanted. 

in comes the internet famous fic: my immortal

this was the first time were i actually felt bad for one of my posts. (but not enough to stop)

shortly after this my tumblr account got terminated (accused of selling accounts???) and all future projects were put on hold. and when i eventually did make a new account i simply reposted my old stuff.

after about 4 months I realized I wasnt getting my old account back, so got right back to being an annoying little shit.

I played around with text format to create a zipbomb/lag file under a "readmore". and created some glitch polls when the function first got introduced.

Eventually I looped back around to my super long image posts. just in time for April 1st! and this April 1st was the 10 year anniversary of the mishapocalypse

the statistics for this post were INSANE. in 24 hours it had reached 20k notes, and hilariously 2/3 of those were reblogs. people LOVED inflicting this on their followers. actually i should say "love" because even though it's May 22nd at the time of writing this, my mishapocalypse post is still getting notes.

and that brings us to my remake of "do you love the color of the sky" the post that originally inspired this whole reign of terror

as some people have pointed out in the notes of this post: yes i did repaint the whole thing from scratch. the original post was so crunchy i couldnt slap text on top of it and call it a day. and while i was remaking this classic post i made some changes (apart from the obvious) I used a watercolor brush I'd just downloaded to create the clouds simply because I wanted an excuse to test it out. and the stars in the night sky were given some fun galaxy colors (the original was only black and white) 

the only nit-pick i have with this remake is that too many people genuinely enjoy scrolling though it. not enough suffering for my liking! 

#psych's art #do you love the colour of the sky #do you love the color of the sky

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

WRITING IDEA FOR UUUU BABY <333

Zeaonga drabble with Kainga being a suffering art student like the poor bby they are, with the task of painting an anatomy piece. Unfortunately, James seems far too willing to help out ;) PAINT HIM LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS-

'Brushstrokes'

Rating: T

Pairings: New Zealand/Tonga (Hetalia)

Variation: University/Student AU

AN: My urges to make this smutty were chained up like a dog outside of Ikea, still it has (though poor) Nsfw descriptions. But this sounded like such a fun prompt I couldn't resist, and James just walking around butt naked in their flat is cause for much hilarity.

I don't know how to describe male anatomy, either, so this should be fun. Paint him like one of your french girls Kai 💅

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"For gods sake, can you not sit still for five minutes?"

Came out as more of a desperate plea then might've originally hoped. Mainly because it forces the shift of their eyes back to the completely bare-ass naked man laid across his couch on his side like he was posing for some Renaissance piece.

He even brought grapes and everything like some Roman emperor.

“Are yer sure ya don’t like me and yer not a pervert because, ya could have asked anyone to do this." 

They supposed they'd half expected him to just dodge the question, cocking an eyebrow at him instead. "I did ask." They insisted first, taking another stroke of their brush across the canvas to look away from the growing smirk on the others face, "...and everyone else was busy. I'm no social butterfly, trust me when I say you were my last option. No matter how much you begged."

"Fat chance Kai-boob, I bet yer just wanted to see me naked~"

Kainga furrowed their brows in an attempt to block out his voice, their eyes trailing his body for each tone, dip, sharp and rugged curve, it only now dawned on them how perfect of a model they'd chosen. They'd seen his body time and time before, the man walked around severely lacking a shirt half the time, now they felt like they were in some badly shot porno with one of the University's top rugby players. Their glasses slipped a little.

"On your couch nonetheles-"

"James if you don't shut up and stay still I'll pour paint water down your throat." God why did he have to be so hot?!

Trying to avert their eyes from going lower and lower down the body of the man who was built like an actual god, Kainga continued their rough starter of an outline with the basic shapes and pose they wanted. Their face scrunched up, deciding if they were pleased with any of it. Though with how wriggly their subject was being, they decided on just keeping it.

"Almost done over there Da Vinci? I wanna see it!" James shifted himself into the smugest way possible as Kainga peered back around the canvas on their axel, unashamedly, the other's ego seemed to bloom as he finally caught Kainga's eyes right on his exposed crotch. How does that thing fit in his pants?

"Are you kidding me?! I just started, it's been 10 minutes."

"Well how long does it normally take?!"

"Longer if you keep moving!" They snapped and threw a paintbrush half heartedly at his face. Causing James to try and block it, poorly.

"Well however long it takes I bet it's going to be a masterpiece."

Kainga blushed a little at his sentiment, as if he was actually complementing their skills in the medium of art. About to ask if he really meant it for a heartfelt moment that would ultimately end up with them both on the floor, naked, covered in paint and making out in the heat of it al-

He probably meant a 'masterpiece' because he, James, was the focus. And that he did mean.

Surprisingly, James was quiet for a couple of minutes. Probably just to admire himself like this, but Kainga had a little more progress completed. They'd given up on trying to be dainty with not looking too much at his body, they couldn't help themselves at this point. The pink on their face indicated that like a positive pH test.

And oh, James noticed alright. He loved it, loved the feeling of being quietly admired by them in their flustered state. He just knew.

"Enjoying yourself there sugar?~"

"Not as much as I'm going to enjoy shrinking your dick down in the rough sketch."

"W-what?!" Suddenly James was up like the alarm sirens for 'Someone thinks you have a small dick' alert was going off. "Kai that's just cruel! Everyone needs t' see this masterpiece of genetics in all it’s glory.”

"If I keep it full size it'll be distracting from the rest of it." They retorted with a smirk, oh the power they held within that paintbrush was enough to send the Kiwi on their couch into hysterics like a primate. Finally they chuckled with how red James had gotten. “...Well, you’re always free to use it to convince me otherwise~”

#hetalia #aph tonga #aph new zealand #aph #hws tonga #fanfiction #zeaonga #fic: brushstrokes #anyways we all know they totally banged afterwards #fanfic #fic request

[its-my-whump]

Whumptober 04

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” | Cattle Prod | Shock

You don't need to read the whole story. Everyday can stand for its own. And that poor soul has to suffer through every single one of them, I promise!

Hummingbird 04

(Story starts here) previous

The sensation of something soft under his hands was the first sign, bringing him back to the moment. At least it felt more soft, than the cool concrete. His fingertips brushed over woolen fabric, maybe a blanket. His hands were right and left of his body, cuffs gone, but something wrapped around his wrists. His arms felt heavy, actually everything did. Sam was laying on his back, apparently on a blanket. His shoulders burned, his knees ached, his wrists stung, but he could breath normally. The taste in his mouth was kind of fresh and minty. The sourness gone, the burning in his nose gone, but the feeling of suffocating still echoed in his mind.

He curled in on himself and tried to occupy as little space as possible to give himself the most possible comfort his currant situation was allowing him. Tears burned in his eyes and his heart was painfully beating in his neck. He needed to breath, just breath through his panic. But all he could do, was lay there, trying to forget how it felt to suffocate.

Sam didn't know, how much time had passed, when he finally managed to opened his eyes very slowly. Sheepishly a hand brushed over his wet cheeks. But every attempt of erasing the aftermath and making the red rimed eyes disappear was in vain.

The bandages around his wrists came into view. That brought him to take inventory of himself. His wrists stung, probably from his struggle against death. A shiver he couldn't surpress ran down his spin. His head hurt. He had bumped it numoures times by now. But there was no blood, not even dried, a testing hand through his hair assured him. Just a few hurting dents.

The rest of him seemed kind of okay. He couldn't feel any cuts or bruises, despite his left arm and right knee. But these were older, from a day before.* Or however long he was here by now.

His body was just dead tired. His mind mentally exhausted. Which surely could be expected, after he almost died, he though to himself sadly. Tears threatened to fall again, but he refused to let them.

As a next step, Sam took inventory of his surroundings. He was wearing different cloth. A plain shirt and some joggers, instead of his demin and dark button-down shirt.

He felt kind of clean. Or at least more clean, than you would expect after rolling in your own vomit, while you're suffocating. His body and mind were overtaken from another flash of panic and humiliation. Someone had touched him while he was out. He tried to push that thought away, but the tips of his ears were burning in shame nevertheless.

He concentrated on his surroundings to occupy his mind with something else. He was in some kind of basement with naked walls.

There was a small longish row of opal glass directly under the room's ceiling, bringing some of the outside world in. It couldn't be called a window, it was too narrow, it was more like an arrow slit. But it indicated, that a new day had arrived, letting some light inside.

Sam didn't know, if he was still in the same moisty cellar, he almost died in. It surely felt like it.

There was a chain attached to the ceiling in the middle of the room beside a naked light bulb, that was out. He was laying on a blanket and one was drapped over him. He wasn't too cold.

Sam turned his head against the strain of his sour neck muscles. A bottle of water and a sandwich greeted him on the plain concrete floor. Suddenly fully awake, he scrambled into a sitting position, fighting against the heavyness in his bones and grabbed for the water.

A brief though, of the goodies being drugged, came to him. He hesitated, the bottle already on his lips. 'Even if it was, there was no difference. That guy would just use a syringe, if he wanted to, like he had in the car. So fuck it.' He needed his strength more than anything.

'Should he gobble the food down? Or could he take his time? Would that bastard take it away again, when he didn't finish it right away?' Sam was preoccupying his mind with these useless, unessential questions. It was a diversionary tactic, to keep his mind away from all the other frightful questions and probable answers about his situation and the circumstances, that had let him here or the actually reason for being here. Wherever here was.

The day passed uneventful. Sam could make out time passing, by the change of light through that small gap to the outside world. He ate and drank, inspected his prison, rocked the door, made of solid steel, tried the keyhole and the frame joint, tested every inch of the wall for some kind of escape. It was useless and being on his feet was tiring. No one came and no sounds outside that door could be heard.

When there was nothing more to inspect or test, he sat back down. Mostly because his body was demanding it. Unavoideable thoughts highjacked him again. He tried to fight his mind eating him up, but it was a losing battle.

At some point, a key was turned inside the door's lock. 'He hadn't heard any footsteps whatsoever.'

Sam got to his feet and retreaded to the fearest corner, while the panic tried to pin him down, where he had been sitting. 'Why hadn't he thought about an ambush? Idiot!' His brain was working too slow.

He was tired, but was ready to fight nonetheless.

Unfortunately, whatever happened the next moment, happened too fast. The door fell shut, after that guy entered. The man approached him immidiately and from one second to the next, Sam's hands were in metalcuffs again and had been magically connected to the chain on the ceiling, stretching his arms out above his head. 'He was much weaker, than he had thought and no match for that guy. Maybe that food was still drugged?'

The worst of all, everything happened silently. Beside the grunts that resulted from his own struggle, feet moving on the floor and the rattle of chains, there was not a sound. The guy didn't say a word, even after he had fixated his prisoner in this new position.

Only now, Sam's mind had a chance to actually see and recognise who was in front of him. He appareantly had nowhere else to go anyway. The man was tall, at least 2 heads higher than him and he was already on the higher end of average.

That guy was athletic build. No mask. 'Bad sign!' Almost sympathic eyes. 'Spooky!' He seemed vaguely familiar. But probably Sam's mind was playing him. Grey hair, but he could not have been much older than 45. Hands and feet were big and he was wearing black leather gloves.

Sam was grabbing every bite of information, just to occupy himself. The man's expression was undeceiferable, but his eyes were kind of gentil. 'Why the hell wasn't he wearing a mask?' And he hadn't said a word since he had entered. It freaked Sam out.

He felt like an exhibit on display. His captor just looked at him, circling his work of art, it seemed. A tickling in Sam's neck made it aboundently clear, that he felt more than itchy just being watched in silence. He practically could feel fear creeping inside his guts and helplessness paralysing him.

Some part of his mind disconnected from his rising fear and just took the upperhand.

"I'd have to say, this is a pretty unhealthy relationship." His voice was more raspy, than he liked. The captive braced himself, fighting down his overwhelming feelings. "I mean mostly for me, but also on this interpersonal level, y'know. You should really work on your social skills, when you want to throw a party. You won't ever make new friends like this." Sam rattled with the chain above his head to make a point.

His mind was surely somewhere he couldn't take a hold of it anymore, because he knew, that angering his captor could only make his situation worse. But it felt, like he had no part in this at all.

"See? Maybe, next time send an invite, like normal people do, instead of kidnapping someone. I, for example, am only here, because I have too."

That earned him a hard angry slap to his cheek. His lip slit instantly and he tasted blood. 'Good. That self-conscious bastard had a weak spot.

Probably, there was another personality just forming inside Sam, because he didn't understand what was happening with him right now and where this stupid courage, that would probably end his life sooner rather than later, was coming from.

His tongue went over fresh blood, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Drugging, kidnapping and torturing someone is no way to start a friendly relationship, y'know."

His counterpart's eyes had turned dark, there was frustration and annoyance in them.

He had stepped towards Sam, there was hardly any space between their faces. The big hand covered with black leather was put around his jaw, fingers pressing down. His voice was calm and frightfully low. "I knew, you wouldn't fold right away, but I don't like this side of you at all, hummingbird" Hot breath touched Sam's ear, he couldn't surpress the shiver it brought him. The hand in his face was pulled back slowly.

His intimidator stepped back and theatrically pulled out a cattle prod from the back of his belt. Sam's heart sunk.

Without further warning it was rammed into his left calve. Sam's leg jumped, as if someone had kicked it out from under him. He sagged into his restrains painfully. The pull on his wrists was nothing compaired to the electric shock, that went through his whole body.

You know, when you lick on the pols of a battery while being a kid. You think, it'll only tickle, but pain explodes in your mouth. Yet, you'll do it again, just because you think it isn't too bad the next time.

Volts rushing through Sam, felt like that, only a billion times worse. Every muscle constriced, a burning pain in his calve. He couldn't breath. White hot pain was everywhere. His vision turned black, his heart actually felt like it was skipping beats. There was no space to breath. Sam tried to muffle his scream, biting down. He wasn't sure if the taste of blood was from his slit lip or if he was currantly biting down on his own tongue.

And then it just stopped. The external source ceased, but his body was still shaking from the aftermath. Finally, after what felt like eternity, he managed to suck in a desperate deep breath. But it wasn't enough, his chest hurt. His heart was jumping, every beat burning in his ribcage. A merciless headache rushed in.

His fingers had curcled around the chain over his head. If he had been able to lift the heavy bag between his aching shoulders, he had seen how white they were and that his wrists were coloring the white bandages in red. Sam stumbled back onto his feet after a long moment to get back his barings. Those wobbly things, that used to be his legs, were highly unsteady.

He was still gasping for air, blood was rafting through his head. His beating pulse shaking his whole body. The pain in his chest was almost as bad as the one in his calve.

The guy had a psychopathically cold espression. His voice dead. "Social skills, mhm? Have to give that back. You haven't even once ask about my name, Sammy."

The use of his name let Sam's blood run cold, but he tried to ignore it and got his defences back up. He could think about that frightfully information later. Being eaten up by his own thoughts wouldn't do him any good right now.

His body was still fighting the aftermath of electricity running through every fibre of his body, his voice was only a whisper at first.

"Do-n't nee-d to know your given name. I aalready settled for FFUCKFACE. Sui-ts-s you." Sam even managed to put force into his last words and his bloody lips went upwards, while he stared at his perpetrator. He surely was just losing his mind, a silent voice was trying to reason his headless behavior.

The cattle prod was driven inside his guts like a punching fist. With his arms above his head, Sam's shirt was pulled up over his stomach. That was the spot. His body jolted violently. He would have folded, if he could have. His lungs just froze. His fingers pulled at the chain desperately, to have some form of counterpressure. Everything tingled as if someone had injected hot iron in every vein. He screamed from the top of his lungs. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest in painful jumbling beats. His arms felt like dead weight, his legs giving in. It felt like his heart was torn apart. Suddenly the torture stopped. Little electric impulses still on their way to leave him and slowly, but thankfully his world turned black.

TBC

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*explained later (05)

@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #“I see the danger #It’s written there in your eyes.” #cattle prod #shock #OC #electrocution tw #passing out tw #blood tw #hummingbird #whump #writing #whumpblr #writlr #writing event #whump w #whump community

[pyraffin-drgo]

Things are better???

4 years of suffering physically and countless meds and things that didn't help, including surgery. A while ago I had yet another doctors appointment, in a new place, and I just expected to be brushed off again, have another blood test done and told nothing was actually wrong, maybe to be thrown yet more pills.

Well, I was given more pills. But it didn't feel like they just threw them at me without hearing my issues like the others had. But I was still terrified of trying yet more new pills. Chronic pain treatment that doubles as antidepressants/anxiety meds. I read the paper that comes with them and it does not help my base level anxiety lmao. On top of that I didn't have much hope for my suffering ever easing anymore. I was also worried that being antidepressants, it would change my brain. I worried it would somehow destroy my weird creative process, prevent me from latching onto hyperfixations, or whatever.

But... they work? As intended??

I still have the occasional pain. No where as bad or disabling as it was. But my nausea... is gone? A few days into taking the pills and I had the best day in my life in 4 years. I had no pain. No nausea. I ate decently and didn't feel in miserable recovery for 5 hours after!! I ate and could walk after!

I was happy, giddy even, relaxed, ENJOYING! I developed a new hyperfixation after not being able to find anything interesting in so long!!! I felt like I could sprint around the world! Zoomies!! I had energy! I wanted to get out and walk around some place, even a walmart! I loved the world and wanted to be in it again.

My creative process hasn't changed. I'm still out of the loop in some of it but I've been broken for so long so it's understandable. With the spare energy I can actually work on it. I'm happier! I'm okay! My stomach is manageable! It's so much easier to be kinder to myself now. I don't feel a pang of fear at every little thing I feel inside my body anymore. I can tell myself "it'll be fine" and I actually believe it.

I'm not numb anymore. Last year the grass and trees and flowers budding didn't make me feel anything, when previously it made my day every day. Now... it does again. I can't wait to feel the joy summer brings again.

But my general everything else is still kinda fucked. I'm still used to eating too late, then staying up too late because of that, and I also need to get back into the habit of brushing my teeth. I never had the energy to do it before, but now that I do I need to work it into the routine again.

I got a lot of work to do... but it actually doesn't scare me. I'm just glad I can finally do the work now. And can enjoy things along the way. That's why I'm cringe on main.

#personal

[rotturn]

@contradictivs / cont:

Jesus. Ryder thought that he had heard the worst of what Kurt had to go through when he lived with his parents. There was a reason that they had cut contact as soon as they possibly could once the pair had settled into married life. It helped that the Dunbar family was there to support them when they needed it. But, god, the rage that he felt with every new piece of information that he got about how the Hortons treated Kurt. “Are you okay?” Obviously not. But it was an attempt to test the waters on how Kurt was feeling. If he was going down a rabbit hole of memories of what he had gone through. There was a small pause. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It would happen sometimes, little things that would set off a slew of bad memories. Plenty of things Ryder wasn't quite aware of, things no parent should ever do to a child. First instinct is to shrug, to say hes fine and brush it off. All these years later and his instincts try to tell him to ignore the pain, that none of it matters, that hes being dramatic. But the look in Ryder's eyes, the concern, tells him that maybe that's not the best idea right now. Things are only just starting to work out between them again, the time spent with his parents only making everything harder. Reliving the past was hard enough on its own, but recent exposure to his parents behavior had made it extra difficult. His leg bounces, the blonde filled with a weird energy he cant explain. The memories make him feel like he needs to do something, still facing the trauma response of feeling the need to escape, to get away, to keep it bottled inside and run as far away from it as possible.

He chews on his own knuckles a moment, staring into space as he thinks it all through, partially zoned out, partially just trying to avoid eye contact. Seeing Ryders face would make him cry, he knows it. “It was bad.” Carefully chosen words, leg still bouncing with anxiety, as if the wrong move here was deadly. “I didn't wanna look weak. He would've been worse if i picked one of the other options, y'know? 'Cause—” He struggles to remain composed even without the eye contact, the anxiety of actually speaking about it flooding through him. “A Horton shouldn't be— shouldn't be weak, y'know? Y'pick the easy option and he does it twice as hard or—or way more times. Learned that the hard way, but he always said thats how life is. Y'gotta make good choices or you— you suffer.”

#i accidentally doubled the length and made it hurt more ur welcome #its 5am the angst vibes hit hard but so did the ‘im not proof reading this’ vibes #contradictivs #contradictivs 012. #kurt horton: in character. #kurt horton: arc four. #abuse cw

[sarah-in-disguise]

Update

Hey, everyone - I know I’ve been a bit absent here lately, but I’ve been going through some stuff in the last two weeks that’s kept me pre-occupied.  I know some people would rather not dig in too deep on the personal side of things and are just here for the content, so I’ll put things under the cut.  I totally get it if you choose to keep scrolling - you know what’s best for you!

WARNING: Below the cut is talk about medical things, including PCOS, ultrasounds, cysts, masses, surgery, etc.

About six years ago, I was diagnosed with PCOS, or polycystic ovarian syndrome.  In the past year, I’ve noticed a few things getting quirky, and so when I went into my yearly checkup, my doctor ordered an ultrasound to check things out.  Turns out, one of my ovaries has been replaced by a softball-sized mass.  I’ll be getting that (and attached tubes) removed in about a week.  Good news - they don’t think it’s cancerous.  Bad news...gets more complicated.

Based on my family history and the pre-disposition for endometrial cancer on one side of the family and ovarian cancer AND early forming cancer on the other side, I’m looking at getting a full hysterectomy in the next 4-6 years and it’s hitting me pretty hard.  I get why it has to happen, but I’m not ready for this.  I knew I was getting older, but I thought I had plenty of time to settle down and have kids.  Now, that window has shrunk down considerably.

Lastly, while I’m thankful for the care I am getting and for a doctor who is looking out for what’s best for me, I’m so frustrated.  One of the things my doctor brought up is that no matter if this mass is cancerous or not, I may want to look into freezing some eggs after surgery.  A few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about this or been frustrated, but I currently live in a state with trigger laws that went into effect after Roe v. Wade was overturned.  Now, not only am I facing a pretty significant medical procedure (and potentially months of treatment, genetic testing, etc.), but I have to start thinking about the scenarios I’m facing.  If I need to harvest eggs, do I need to consider going out of state to harvest and store them?  I know there are other states that are trying to battle when “life” starts, and some are looking at where frozen eggs fall legally.

While I know I have some money saved up, I’m fortunate enough to have family members who understand what I’m facing and can help financially if I need to add in the burden of doing this out of state.  I’m just so frustrated that I’m even having to think about this right now, and I know that this is just the tip of the iceberg.  So many people are losing access to safe abortions, losing access to preventative health care, losing body autonomy, and the list goes on and on.

So basically, the moral of my story is that if you feel weird, SAY SOMETHING to your doctors.  I went through four primary care doctors until I found one who listened and sent me to an OBGYN that diagnosed me with PCOS after 10+ years of suffering.  She took me seriously RIGHT AWAY when I mentioned weird symptoms at my last appointment, and I could be facing way worse if this would’ve been brushed off.  I hear too many horror stories about doctors ignoring female patients these days, so please find a doctor who works for you.

Moral of the story #2: it’s time to start advocating for women’s rights (unless you have been already - then kudos to you!).  While Roe v. Wade is fresh in our minds, there are so many decisions politicians are going to be facing and lawyers are going to be fighting in the future.  If you don’t think this is impacting you, think again.

For now, I feel like I’ve finally processed through things to feel OK for the moment.  I’m not telling people outside my immediate family and a few close friends what I’m going through right now, but I probably will after I have more answers post-surgery.  Telling the Tumblr-verse right now is actually quite freeing.  Also, I’ll be getting back to posting soon.  I just finished up a Johnny Storm fic earlier tonight that I’m hoping to post tomorrow or Wednesday, and after watching The Gray Man this weekend, I’ve got some thoughts. :)  Depending on recovery, I may also have some time to get some ideas written out, or at least have some forced reading and recommendation time for some of my favorite writers.

Either way, if you A) have any recommendations for adjusting to life with one ovary, B) have any good fic recommendations for me while I’m recovering, or C) have any angsty/fluffy/hoe thoughts to share about our favorite CE and SS characters for me to mull over, let me know.

For now, I hope you all have lovely weeks ahead of you and know that I appreciate you all!  And if you ever are faced with something like this and need someone to talk to, feel free to reach out.  I’m not promising I’ll have all the answers, but I’m happy to give the guidance and support I can if you need it.

[kiridarling]

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

#— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #deku smut #izuku smut #midoriya smut #bnha smut #bnha imagines