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todayisafridaynight · 10 months

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WHAT DO YOU MEAAANNN "MID" THAT COMIC GOES SO HARD AND NOT FOR ANYTHING... THAT WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT VERBATIM... THIS GOES HARD. Incredibly effective composition and symbolism and use of values and shadow on the first page ESPECIALLY (I would love to hear what the third eye symbolizes as mentioned in your tags :) ) but. But. But like. Masato being Arakawa's comfort and not recognizing it and certainly not remembering it when he's older... despite how much it means to Arakawa in the moment... owwww owwie

I was gonna ramble about how much it hits home to depict Yoko as non-human because the nightmares that have stuck with the most about my mom were like that But Enough Of That We Get It... at any rate, as always, take care and I hope you get some good news soon!

thank you so much ♪(´▽｀) !! it generally felt like somethin i dont really post (but horror/blood is something i really love and love to draw), so its why i was especially excited to share it and see what people thought: im glad people like it from what i see (❁´◡`❁) ! and im glad the lack of color wasn't anything detrimental- it might have worked better in this instance. maybe.

i dont ever 'title' things per say since i feel weird doin it BUT i guess captions serve as the title sometimes. so the caption 'matrophobia' is really ironic with that whole aspect in relation to masato being arakawa's Everything: on the one hand, it can just be a general fear of your mother, but on the other hand it could also be the fear of becoming like your mother. if i ever intended to go through with a jo variant, 'patrophobia' would for sure be the title with that ambiguity in mind, but (and i suppose in both instances) with this its more ironic here since masato is the one who ends up the most like his parents' abusers- which ultimately just makes things more bittersweet in that moment dont it (´▽｀ ;;;) on top of masato being arakawa's comfort, it's not just masato himself being the only reason: tying back into the alt. meaning of matrophobia, it's also a relief for arakawa in that he didn't turn out like his mother- which, again, makes everything so bittersweet in the end. its like spiders in my brain when it comes to that whole aspect in regards to the arakawa family's history and dynamics...... it makes me insane to be blunt ☠️

ah but yeah ! i decided to make her an actual perceivable monster so people who. DON'T. have issues with either of their parents could get a better feeling of what it is like to have a troublesome parent/s (id rather see wolves in my dreams than my mom on that note- even if they were going to bite my face off ( ´◡` ;;; ) ). i ran out of tags before i could make any more notes i had while drawing （；´x｀） but i do have more and i'll be glad to explain the missing eye bit ! under the cut since it'll just be me rambling bout symbolism ig and its gonna get long (´▽｀;;; )

when it came to the third/center eye being missing specifically, i did it in relation to how the third eye can relate to enlightenment or higher knowledge. definitely just as a result of projection, but its cause all the time when i was growing up my mom would not only assert and act as if Her Way Was The Right Way and that she knew everything, but that i should only go to her if i needed help and no one else could help me- hence it being missing being a reflection of how that notion isn't true (or always true i should say). as en extension, it's also a dig at how enlightened persons are supposed to help others reach enlightenment- yk, guide them. yet, again, in this case, they're only doing harm.

that's all for the third eye bit, but also just some other things i didnt have room to ramble bout last post: i had her lips be torn away to constantly show her fangs since. well. i dont have to explain it i guess: its just meant to highlight the never ending feeling of danger when around her (and the promise of danger). her nose being gone is purposeful too: in animals, the smell of your family's significant and it helps you find out Which One Is Yours right. in her nose being gone- again, more projection and personal problems on my part- it's a way to emphasize the separation between mother and child: 'you're no longer my kid anymore, i can't even recognize your scent'. of course, that's only to the mother: she is the only one no longer able to say they're family because she can't smell that shared scent anymore. in reality, they could very much smell the same, it's just the mother's unwilling to accept that anymore.

i know i mentioned the flowers in my initial post, but her wearing a flower shirt really was convenient since it allowed me to add those thorns and vines. when you have a troublesome parent like that, the feeling of not just being trapped is there, but it's painful- it's not something you can deal with quietly. even if you're not interacting with the parent directly, the thought of their presence or the unfortunate thoughts that come about as a result of having been around them so long are a constant thorn in the side. if i may make a pun ( ´uゝ` )

alright NOW i think i've covered everything i wanted to. without all the symbolism aside, i hope she at least looks grotesque for people to enjoy without the added thought- and i hope i didn't overdue it. in any case im glad you enjoyed it !! i hope you'll enjoy the next comic i get out (❁´◡`❁) if i ever start it and i dont abandon it midway through ( ❁´◡`❁ ;;;)

#long post #snap chats #every day i think of the nice tags someone left about how they really love analyzing my comics so ive tried to put more effort into them #im glad its payin off ♪(´▽｀) i hope ♪(´▽｀;;; )#ALSO OOPS I RAMBLED VERY LONG #my sister told me to go to therapy but therapy's expensive and i already know what my problem is so this is close enough ig LMAO #in that sorry for turning you into my therapist（＞人＜；）it wont happen again. ill still complain bout my life tho LMAO just not so directly #did i have anything else i want to add..... ill think over it carefully this time unlike last time so i dont type an essay again #OH I REMEMBERED buddhism is. crucial to me #its always weird to refer to buddhism as a religion imo and i dont like to label myself anyhow so i wont confidently say im buddhist #plus id feel ashamed for calling myself one when im such a sporadic person ☠️☠️#but ive followed it for years and i turn to it whenever im in especial peril and i generally keep it in mind when. Existing #so thats an extra personal reason for the third eye bit #alright NOW im done speaking (*￣▽￣*) now lets see if i actually draw today ☠️☠️#i hope i get good news soon.. if not this ask was definitely lovely to get so i'll be fine i think- so thank you again for writing ! (❁´◡`❁

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gyrlliar · 3 months

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Doggy

(sub top author (aka me) x pwr bottom male/ftm reader)

(tags: bl*wjob (o), oral fixation, me being a degenerate, mentions or implications of r*ding (i) me)

Argyle whimpered loudly, throwing his head back as you sucked on his fat, musky cock eagerly, teasing the throbbing tip of his cock with your silk like tongue made his hands grip the bed and onto your hair.

"F-Fuck...! Please, keep going...haah...please!" Argyle moaned out loudly, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, he panted heavily as his glasses became crooked on his face.

His clammy hands then shoved your head down his throbbing, leaking cock. The taste of his precum with the mix of his cries made you feel in control, you chuckled, the vibrations from the chuckle made his cock twitch violently.

Some tears pricked at the sides of his brown eyes as even the most simple touch from you made him overstimulated with pleasure. He was a degenerate, a fucking dog for you.

You pulled your mouth away from his cock with a string of saliva connecting you two together, his sweating face contorted into confusion as to why you stopped, his dry mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he stuttered out. "W-why did you stop...?" He sputtered out whilst tears dripped down his flushed face.

You placed your warm hand on his cock gently, squeezing the base, making him shudder and choke out a whimper.

"Beg for it, Argy- no, doggy." You said into his ear, his face flushed up even more if it was possible. Argyle gulped, he was so desperate for you and your touch that he was willing to just throw away his goddamn dignity just to get his dick sucked.

Slowly, Argyle dipped down his head, by the way the tip of his ears reddened, he was heavily embarrassed but not embarrassed enough to start begging for you to just touch his horny dick.

"Please.....touch me, m-master! I need your mouth to just slobber all over my pathetic dick, please, please, please...I wanna cum so fucking bad...." Argyle begged, his drool and tears mixing together pathetically, he didn't dare to touch his own cock because his hand wouldn't even compare to your touches.

You laughed, he blushed in shyness at the sound of your sweet laugh. You let out a sigh, "I didn't even ask for you to call me master, yet you did. How adorable." You said with a purr in your voice that made Argyle's cock somehow become bigger, you chuckled once more.

"Alright, come here. I'll make you cum since you're such a good doggy for me." Argyle's imaginary dog ears perked up in happiness as you dipped down and started sucking on his dripping dick.

"O-oh! Please, master...yes! Haah..." He babbled out, his mind going blank in pleasure once more.

After just 2 minutes of sucking his overstimulated cock, his dick was violently twitching in your mouth and his hard thrusts became sloppier.

Argyle's precum was dripping down your chin, and the glasses he once wore were now discarded on the ground without a care.

Even though his vision was blurry with tears, it was very clear to see that he was about to cum in your mouth.

"O-oh..! I'm gonna cum, master! T-thank you!" He rambled frantically as his thick cum inconsistantly spurted into your mouth, starting out small and then filling up your mouth in an instant.

You pulled away from his cock with a echoing 'pop', he looked down at you with an embarrassed look in his eyes that replaced the mindless look. "I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cum in your mouth! Um, you should probably spit it out!" Argyle rambled frantically.

You stared at him blankly whilst audibly gulping down his thick, heavy seed making him gasp and his cheeks flush a bright red. "Y-you didn't have to do that..." Argyle mumbled shyly, his stutter prominent as he looked away from you.

Suddenly, you pushed him down on the bed forcefully. He yelped in surprise as you suddenly started grinding on top of his cock, his flaccid dick immediately hardened once you touched it again. "W-What are you doing, (Name)?" He stuttered out nervously.

You laughed, "I haven't given you the full experience yet." You purred out. His heartbeat quickened as his cock throbbed. "Let's go for a ride, shall we?" Argyle nodded eagerly, his imaginary dog ears perking up. You chuckled warmly whilst petting his head.

"Good doggy."

(cringe but whateve r)

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ellieslittlewh0re · 9 months

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

* ೃ⁀➷ part 2 - part 3

pairings - farmers daughter! reader x farmhand! ellie

summary - your dad hires a stranger to help out around the farm

additional tags - inexperienced but flirty reader, shy/loser ellie, cowboy boot wearing ellie, mutual pinning, slight masturbation mention (e!), e! w/ a southern accent??, eventual smut, (nothing too crazy happens in this part it’s mostly just setting vibes lol)

Beads of sweat collected on the bridge of your nose, and your thighs stuck together as you sat on the porch swing, just lazily swinging back and forth, using your tippy toes to keep the momentum going.

You look out over the vast pasture- green as far as the eye can see, with nothing to distract from the country landscape except for some power lines out in the distance.

Even with the sun starting to set- it was still unbelievably hot.

"Keep goin' like that and you're gonna die of a heat stroke."

You yell to your father who was working under the hood of his rusty truck. Usually, he pays no mind to your nagging, but this time it seemed to work- or perhaps he was just finished for the night.

He shuts the hood, slamming it with a metallic thud before wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

His boots rang loudly against the hallow wooden stairs of the porch, looking down at you through bushy eyebrows.

"I don't need your sass, kid."

You roll your eyes at his comment. He's always been stubborn and tough, but in his old age, you can't help but worry. His cheeks have hallowed over the years, sun spots forming from the countless hours working on the farm, and his movements became slowed from the hard work catching up to him.

"I wouldn't sass if you'd just listen. Seriously, it's okay to hire someone to help. no one is gonna shame you for that." You pester affectionately, standing from the swing to open the screen door and enter the house with him following behind.

You follow him to the kitchen, listing all the reasons why he should have help.

One: he's getting old.

Two: his knee has never been the same since he had that operation done 4 years ago.

Three: the farm is too big and demanding to tend to alone.

"Okay- enough.. you sound just like your mother sometimes I swear." He hold a hand up, pausing you mid-ramble, and takes a sip from the glass he filled from the tap.

You pouted, and once again, your suggestions felt shot down.

He finishes the water, wiping his beard with the back of his hand.

"I actually have someone comin' by tomorrow. They were recommended t' me by Phillip at the feed store."

Your eyes lighten up, a smile grows on your face, and you finally feel like you can breathe, knowing that the hardships wouldn't be your dads alone anymore.

You rush around the kitchen island, placing a kiss to your dads cheek and squeezed him tight.

"Thank you! I can't wait- I'll have to bake em' something sweet tonight."

"Alright- settle down-" he pushes you away slightly with a smile on his weathered face. Truly an adoring annoyance that only a parent could love.

Your old man calls it a night, showering and off to bed he went, but you? Oh- you were busy. You tried your hardest to keep the sound down to a minimum, bowls, and kitchen utensils splayed on the counters.

A small apron draped around your waist, flour smudged on your cheekbone as you pulled the blueberry scones out of the oven. A satisfied smile grows on your face as you observe your work and finishing of the pastries with a dusting of powdered sugar.

Maybe, you were going a tad bit overboard, but the truth is, you were painfully lonely. The only time you had any visitors on the farm was when you held pumpkin patches in the fall, but even then, it was always young families that didn't bother to stay around for too long.

You go upstairs, a slight pep in your step as you did so. You showered and put in your favorite pajamas- a short, soft floral patterned dress with bows that secured the straps.

You tossed in bed, sleep not being in favor since your mind was still wide awake. You try to picture what they would look like- what they sounded like.

Was he tall? Around your age, or is he just another old man like your father? Maybe they're not a man at all.

It's best not to get ahead of yourself; whoever this person is, they are coming to work for your dad and not to become your friend.

You slept lightly, and your senses became more aware as a muted thud rang outside your second-story bedroom window. You open your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleepy confusion as dust particles dance in the sunbeams of your room.

It took you a few seconds to realize why today was so important, but once you remembered- it had you scattering out of bed to your window, pulling back the sheer laced curtains, and taking a peak outside.

There was a truck you didn't recognize parked in the driveway. It was slightly newer than your dad's, but that's not saying much; a simple 2-door with an extended bed, slightly lifted with sturdy-looking tires.

A slim figure stood next to the driver's side door, hands on their hips as they looked up at the house. To your surprise, it wasn't a man at all.

You squint, trying to get a better look at her without realizing how big of a creep you are being.

Her hair shined a brilliant shade of auburn in the morning light, a brown button up shirt with the sleep rolled up to her elbows, slightly flared and worn denim jeans hugged her hips with brown cowboy boots that seemed to match the leather of her belt.

You caught a glimpse of something on her arm, dark lines that disrupted her pale skin. It was a tattoo, although you could make out the details of the design.

She looked the part of someone who knows how to run a farm, but something about her seemed so out of place- almost like she was too pretty for such a dirty job.

While you were too busy eyeing her up and down, you didn't realize she had caught you. She put her hand up, holding it there for a second before bringing it back down to her side. You wave back, a slight wiggle of you fingertips which made her smile.

You watch her walk out of the frame of your window before sitting on the edge of your bed- your fingers grasping at the embroidered comforter. You had this weird feeling in your tummy; it was something you couldn't explain, almost like nausea but also like when you go on a big rollercoaster.

You felt nervous but excited all at the same time. You figured it was because she was around your age, maybe slightly older- shrugging it off as you got up and got ready for the day.

You brush your hair before tying it into two loose braids, finishing it with light pink ribbons at the ends. You wanted to put a little more effort into your appearance today since you're meeting someone new, and as daddy always said, "First impressions are the most important."

You take a deep breath in the last most of solitude of your room before making your way down the stairs, the conversation between the stranger and your father growing louder and louder from the kitchen as you inched closer.

"There she is-" your dad motions an arm in your direction, the stranger immediacy turning to meet your face.

"Ellie, this is my daughter, y/n, and y/n, this is Ellie."

"It's nice t' meet you, Ellie." You said in your sweetest voice you could muster as you walk towards her, holding a hand out.

"Likewise." She smiles, taking your hand in hers and shakes it firmly. She seemed respectful, maybe even a little flustered- seeing that her cheeks started to turn a deep shade of pink.

Upon seeing her closer, it didn't help settle your nerves. She was gorgeous; freckles adorned her alabaster skin, a scar that ran through her eyebrow and upper lip, and her eyes a mossy shade of green with dark, long lashes framing the shape.

She was honestly the prettiest girl you've ever seen but not in the same way you were often described. There was a boyish charm to her that you had never seen before.

"Well- best we get to it then." Your dad chimes in, causing you to let go of the calloused hand that you hadn't realized you were still holding onto.

"I'll see you around Ellie." You just barely make audible to her, bitting down on your bottom lip before turning on your heel and leaving them to do their jobs.

Ellie was almost speechless upon meeting you. Never in a million years did she ever think a girl like you could live in this small country town, but fuck, leave it to her luck- you were the boss's daughter, which means you were off limits.

You didn't make it easy on her either, prancing around in your little summer dress that flowed with your movements, rising dangerously high when you would turn around, almost giving her a peek of your ass.

Ellie swallowed hard each time, the saliva filling her mouth with all the dirty thoughts she had- which mostly consisted of you underneath her, completely naked and trembling after she forced a 4th orgasm out of you.

The sun was starting to set, blanketing the canvas in shades of orange and pink, and to your disappointment- Ellie would be leaving soon.

She was walking towards her truck, slightly dragging her feet from exhaustion, and you're happy she did so. It gave you enough time to run out of the house barefoot, container filled with the homemade goods in your hands.

"Ellie!-" you called out to her which made her turn around, her hand opening the driver side door.

You nearly bump into her, slightly out of breath as you held up the tupperware with both of your hands.

"Sorry- I made them last night, must've forgotten in to give 'em' to you earlier." Again, your voice is so sweet and innocent- like honey coated candies on her tongue.

A smirk grows on her face, taking the gift from you to inspect them.

"That's mighty kind of you.. oh no, are these blueberries?"

Your face contorts to concern, and Ellie can't help but think how fucking cute you look all worried like that.

"Yeah, why? Do you not like 'em?" You pout, almost like you're on the verge of tears

A low chuckle reverberates in her throat, "I'm just messing with you, doll. They look delicious."

"Meanie."

A few seconds of silence go by, and Ellie looks everywhere except your face, and I mean everywhere- including the plushness of your breast that spilled over the top of your dress - she couldn't have you knowing how red her cheeks are right now.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She said it almost like a question- as if you'd miss out on such an opportunity.

"See you tomorrow, Ellie. Goodnight." You stand on your tippy toes, planting a quick kiss on the rounds of her cheeks, and run back inside, leaving Ellie in full panic mode.

She gets into her truck, taking a moment to herself before turning over the engine. Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel as she replays it in her head. She felt like she could combust, literally and figuratively- her head came down to rest on the wheel, and her cheeks ached from the smile that wouldn't seem to leave her lips.

In fact- she thought about it all night long. When she showered, when she laid in bed trying to sleep, she was tingling, an ache growing inside the depths of her stomach.

I mean, could you blame her? You didn't try to hide how hard you stared or how flirtatious you were towards her.

Maybe you were just like that with everyone.

Still- it didn't stop her. And It didn't stop her hand from slipping into the waistband of her checkered pajama pants, and it definitely didn't stop her from fingering herself to thoughts of you.

She came hard that night, harder than she had before, and she can't help but wonder- if simply her imagines of you felt this good, how would fucking you for real feel?

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leighsartworks216 · 3 months

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Hello! Oh, I am happy to see you're still doing these! How about 48. kisses to shut them up with Astarion, please? And thank you so much if you do this! <3

48 - Kisses to shut them up

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Wanted to write something easy and quick, and this seemed perfect. Honestly after not writing for Star for a little bit, I'm very happy with this

Warnings: none

Word Count: 476

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Astarion hummed noncommittally, nodding along whenever it felt appropriate. When he asked about what you were doing, he didn’t expect to receive an answer as long-winded and enthusiastic as Gale talking about some dusty old tome. Not that it wasn’t interesting - the light in your eyes, the excitement behind your gestures, and the endless tangents you went down to ensure he understood well enough to write a novel all about it.

As much as he loved it, you’d been working on your little project for hours, and explaining it to him long enough for the moon to pass its zenith. It would only be a few hours more before the sun rose and the adventure continued, and you hadn’t gotten a wink of rest. Even as you blinked away the blurring in your eyes, you blundered on, refusing the signs you needed to stop.

You lit up again as you recalled another factor of the process, turning to him as you prepared to start another endless ramble. It was in all your best interest that he swooped in and silenced your mouth. All in your best interest that he cupped your jaw and pulled you in closer, parting your lips with his as his tongue delved in to swallow the surprised sounds you made. Surely, there were no underlying selfish gains to this.

Only once you’d dropped your project and reached out to him, fingers brushing into his hair and fiddling with the untied laces of his shirt, did he pull away with a smirk. Devilish glee danced in his eyes in the light of the oil lamp.

“As much as I’d love to hear all about it,” he assured in a soft purr, “I do believe our dear leader needs their rest.”

You frowned, pouting up at him. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

He gasped, pulling away like you burned him. “After all I’ve done, you accuse me of such underhanded techniques? Darling, please! I have some tact.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“You’re no fun.” He dropped the act with a teasing scowl. His fangs seemed even cuter when they peeked out behind pouting lips. “I simply wanted to ensure you were well rested enough for all the maiming we’ll get up to tomorrow.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him for long, even playfully. All too quickly, a grin broke through your act. You pulled him closer by his shirt, kissing that stupid smirk off his face. It was addicting to be able to kiss him like this. The trust he placed in your hands… You reach up to caress the tip of his ear, a silent thank you.

You pull away with one last peck to the corner of his mouth. “Alright. I’ll go to bed now.”

“You can tell me more about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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myballsyourballs · 2 years

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F!Reader & Momo are best friends since they were babies, but reader fucks her bf Todoroki every night. One night while she was riding him, Momo calls her and Shoto forces her to answer. Momo tells her that she notices Todoroki acting weird n is worried that he will break up with her, reader assures her that Shoto would never do that, telling how lucky he is to have her. Momo thanks her n tells that she is the lucky one to have her as bff n asks if she's alright cause she sounds a little exalted.

on mute

todoroki x f! reader

genre: smut

warnings/tags: slight overstimulation, semi-public sex (you're on a phone call), slightly mean! todo, cheating

notes: this fic is AWFUL i am so sorry i didn't do this req justice

edit: guys i don’t condone cheating at all. it’s fiction. please stop commenting shit😭😭

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“Answer it.”

“What? Ah-- Shouto?”

“I said,” he accentuated his words with a harsh thrust into your cunt, one that trailed a reverberating heat down to the base of your spine, “Answer it,” his voice dropped into a low whisper.

You obeyed, picking up the buzzing phone that flashed with your best-friend's name. “M-Momo?”

“Hi, [Y/N],” Momo sounded unsure — and slightly somber. You guess you would be too if you thought someone was fucking your boyfriend.

Harshly, but not harsh enough to make a sound, Shouto rolled his hips into you. His lips quirked into a smile at your pathetic attempts to cover your mouth.

“What’s…” you exhaled shakily, “…up?”

“I just…” you heard a sigh from her end, “Shouto has been acting strange with me. I am afraid he might break up with me…”

Shouto moved his hand to rub at your puffy clit in figure-8’s, flicking it occasionally for variation. You ground into his palm, lips parting in silent pleasure and eyes squeezing shut. He began thrusting, gentle cocks of his hips into yours. Feeling a moan rise up your throat, you hurriedly halted his movements.

“Stop,” you said, staring straight at Todoroki. He raised an eyebrow. Realising your mistake, you back-pedalled. “Stop—ah— selling yourself short, Momo. I'm lucky to have you as my best friend, and Shouto is lucky to have you as his girlfriend. You're perfect.”

Shouto continued his hand movements. The phone was silent for a few seconds, and for a fleeting moment you worried if Momo had figured out what was happening. “…You really think so?”

Todoroki leaned forward, hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. "Are you seriously getting off on this?" he whispered, biting the skin of your neck. His lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Yes—! Yes, d-definitely," you cursed at yourself for stuttering. At this point you had no idea how you hadn't been found out.

"[Y/N]? Are you alright? You sound a bit fatigued."

Todoroki chuckled lightly into your ear, moving his mouth down to sloppily bite at your neck.

"Mmm-- yeah. Yeah. I'm good," you paused, trying to think of a good excuse whilst swallowing down your whimpers. "Yes, I was working out. Before. Not that long-- ah-- ago. Sore. I'm still sore."

"Oh. That's not good..." Momo lapsed into an awkward silence. Whilst you had the chance, you quickly muted the mic and began gyrating your hips swiftly, Todoroki fastening his hands around your waist, bouncing you up and down gently. He let out small groans, that of which were muffled by the skin of your neck. You babbled out unintelligible words, moaning into the open air.

Momo's voice cut through once again.

"Do you think I should take Shouto out? I have read before that quality time helps mend relationships."

Halting Shouto by placing a hand on his chest, you unmuted the mic. "Maybe? Where does he like to go?"

Shouto's hands began travelling down once more. Gently, you slapped them away. His eyes narrowed. I'm already close, you mouthed.

"Oh no... I'm not sure. Perhaps a restaurant? Maybe something traditional? Or... maybe something modern? I'm not sure what cuisines he likes. Japanese of course..."

As Momo rambled on, you slapped a palm over your mouth. Shouto had started to thrust again whilst circling your clit with his fingers. "Be quiet," he murmured, scraping his teeth over your neck.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you rolled your hips onto him, desperately trying to contain your moans. Tears welled into your eyes and your back arched desperately as you climaxed on top of him.

He didn't stop.

He continued to stimulate you, even when it became too much. The fact that he was groaning breathy versions of your name into your ear did not help, either.

Shouto twitched inside you, that being the only warning you got before he painted your insides with white. You let out a sob as you shook against him, humiliation settling in your stomach as you let out a loud, whorish moan.

Shouto chuckled at you, rubbing your clit faster and bringing you quickly to your second orgasm.

Now that your high was over, the embarrassment came in full force. You just moaned on a call with your best friend. The fucking her boyfriend part you didn't mind, but you just moaned. Shouto was far too quiet to be heard -- surely. So she must think you're insane. Probably.

"[Y/N]," Shouto mumbled, still panting slightly. You glanced at him. He was waving around the phone, which was still on call with Momo.

And the mic was muted.

Todoroki moved his thumb to the volume button, slowly turning it up.

"...Then there was this ice skating rink that my Mother and Father once brought me to..." Momo's voice rang out, elegant as ever.

"You fucker," you murmured, "you so did that on purpose."

"Maybe," Shouto smiled, leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 18 days

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Hybrids Mafia Princess Pt4

Warning: SMUT! Oral (F receiving), loss of virginity, anal sex, brief mentions of SA

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Getting passed the guards on the property was easier than he expected, climbing up and tapping on her window. Y/n looked over, confused by the sound before seeing him and letting Klaus see the adorable “stunned” expression she wore.

‘What are you doing here?! Have you lost your mind? You could have been shot at the party we were at, now imagine what my father will do to you here, in my bedroom no less…how did you get passed the guards?’ She wondered and he smirked, sending a jolt of excitement down her spine.

‘I’m very sneaky. I told you this wasn’t over, remember?’ He teased her and while she giggled, she moved passed him to the window, opening it again and looking around.

‘It was sweet of you to come here but you need to go. I don’t want to be the reason you-‘ he cut off her ramblings as she turned, pressing his lips to hers gently. ‘Well maybe you could stay for a moment.’

‘Just a moment.’ He assured her, kissing her again, their lips meeting roughly.

‘Then you have to…have to go-‘

‘Have to go.’ He agreed and stepped forward, leading Y/n backwards until her back hit the mattress. ‘God, you’re gorgeous, fucking beautiful!’ Klaus pressed his lips to her jaw once she stopped for air, pinning her down and continuing to kiss her neck, sucking a dark mark onto her perfect skin before sinking his fangs into her.

Klaus had always heard how a mates blood tasted better than any other person in the world and he could now attest to that. As her blood flooded his mouth he couldn’t repress the moan that escaped him, her hips humping up against his cock which was practically ready to explode in his pants like he was a 14 year old boy. Y/n’s fingers were buried in his short blond locks, holding tightly as he continued grinding his hips down and Klaus knew how desperate he was making her.

‘Such a good girl, letting Daddy take care of you like this.’ She made a soft mewling sound, unable to get any words to form on her lips as she panted, Klaus’ hands holding tight to her thighs and not letting up as he kept pushing his hard cock against her. ‘You’re gonna cum for me Princess, Daddy’s gonna get you nice and wet before you take my cock.’

‘Nngh…Daddy!’ She moaned, hands holding onto his back so tightly that if he were human he would definitely bruise.

‘That’s right baby, Daddy’s here, making your pussy feel so good…You’re gonna let Daddy fuck your pretty pussy, aren’t you? Gonna let Daddy love you just like you need.’ She nodded quickly, him rutting against her just right before her head hit the mattress and Klaus quickly clamped his hand over her mouth as she came with a loud cry, unable to stop herself and it was the cutest thing the Hybrid had ever seen. ‘Such a good girl, Princess, just relax, Daddy will take care of everything.’ Klaus promised, moving to pull his shirt over his head, feeling her warm fingers on his skin almost instantly. Her shirt came off next along with her sleep pants and panties, leaving her completely exposed to his mercy and she didn’t seem to think anything was wrong with that.

Klaus knew he needed to protect this girl, her father had really fucked her up if she’s this trusting with him already and he is just thankful that it’s him that found her this vulnerable. He’s going to take advantage of it of course, but he won’t hurt her, not at all. He’s going to make her feel so good she’ll never even think about leaving him.

‘Klaus…I’ve never-‘

‘I know. It’s alright, I’m gonna take such good care of you. You’re Daddy’s baby now, and Daddy takes care of what belongs to him.’ He unhooked his belt and pulled down both his pants and boxer briefs just enough to free his cock and her eyes went wide. Klaus didn’t have the longest cock but his was always the thickest women had ever had (a result of his werewolf genes even when dormant), and he knew he had to be gentle. He also knew that being gentle and making her first time perfect would ensure she trusted him even more as he knew every man who had ever flirted with her had been aggressive about it, probably scaring the poor innocent girl even more he realized as he saw the fear in her eyes that he decided he did not like from his mate. ‘Don’t be scared…we don’t have to do this, we can stop right now if you don’t-‘

‘No, please don’t? I want you to enjoy it, I can do that. I can make you feel good, Daddy.’

His wolf practically purred in his chest at the idea that his mate wants to please him and would clearly let him fuck her any which way he wanted…maybe even in my wolf form- He quickly cut off that line of thought from his beast before getting back on track.

‘Princess, I love that you want to make me happy but I need to take care of you. That’s a Daddy’s job. You are going to love every second of this and if I hurt you the tiniest bit you are to tell me right away…you’re mine now. I won’t hurt you, I won’t be like everyone else in your life…I promise.’ The tears welling up in her eyes were almost cute and she pulled him down to press her lips to his passionately, desperately, needy for him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close so his cock now rested against her slit. He couldn’t control the groan that came from him when he felt her wet heat against his sensitive, hard length and he quickly took hold of himself and pressed into her slowly, pausing about halfway in when she squeaked suddenly. ‘Take a second and relax your muscles, that will help, relax for Daddy.’ Klaus pressed his lips to her neck, sucking hard and leaving a dark love bite on her perfect pale skin.

‘I’m okay. More.’ She urged and he smiled, pressing in further, not stopping this time until he bottomed out. ‘So full…didn’t know I could feel like this…please move?!’ Y/n begged and he obliged right away, pulling his hips back and easing back in again. He did that several more times before thrusting up into her and enjoying her squeal before clamping his hand over her mouth again.

‘There’s Daddy’s good girl, so fucking good for me!’ He growled, the beast in the back of his mind purring in contentment as his mate allowed him to take her as he wanted, thrusting into her like a man possessed. ‘Perfect fucking pussy, squeezing me so good! You have the most perfect cunt I’ve ever felt, like velvet wrapped around me. She’s treating Daddy so good, never gonna stop fucking you! You’re all mine now. My! Fucking! Pussy!’ He growled, a thrust punctuating his last 3 words before I squealed under his hand, squeezing his cock hard as I came before feeling something hot filling me up inside. It was a feeling that I immediately loved and wanted more of as he pulled himself out of my pussy and kissed my face several times. He rolled off of me and pulled me to his side instantly, kissing my head and snuggling me as we both relaxed.

‘Did you mean it?’ He looked down at where she rested on his chest, raising his brows in question. ‘When you said I’m all yours now…did you mean it or…or was this just a one time thing? I-I have to know cause…so many men want to fuck me. Some cause they want on my Dads good side…some cause they want to say they stuck their cock in James Barnes daughter, and a lot want to…doesn’t matter-‘

‘No, what were you going to say?’

‘It doesn’t matter, I-‘

‘It does matter, tell me…a lot of them want to what?’ He demanded, suddenly quite serious and she cringed.

‘A lot of men want revenge on my father and…I wasn’t supposed to know but a lot of men have threatened to…hurt me…to get back at him. He killed them of course but the point is I don’t just want to be used…I want someone to love me no matter how pathetic that sounds-‘

‘That doesn’t sound pathetic…my father was an abusive piece of shit and that’s all I wanted all my life too…I understand.’ He explained, feeling close enough to tell her something only his siblings are aware of.

‘The point is I just-I need to know if I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and never see you again. It’s okay if-if you just wanted to fuck me, I would understand but please tell me the truth?’

His mate doubted him. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand, she’s been through hell in her life and she knows how many men just want to use and abuse her, she’s smart to be cautious…If not a bit late about it. ‘There’s a lot I need to tell you about myself, but right now you need to know that I knew the moment I first saw you that you were it for me. I’m in love with you Y/n, and I could not physically care any fucking less about your father. In fact I want to take you right now out that window and never come back, keep you by my side for eternity and get away from this horrible environment-‘

‘You would run away with me?’ She asked, hope in her voice and he instantly knew she would go anywhere he wanted with him.

‘In a heartbeat. We’ll do it, we’ll run away together. Whenever you’re ready Princess, but you need to understand, I meant everything I said to you. You are mine, every inch of you and I will never need another women again. I will never be with anyone but you, this perfect little cunt-‘ he spoke, hand cupping her sex and feeling her wetness against his fingers instantly. ‘-is the only one I will ever need again. This body is Daddy’s now, all mine to play with however I want…isn’t it? You’ll let Daddy play with you, won’t you?’ She nodded quickly, panting like a dog in heat as the heel of his hand rubbed over her clit roughly. ‘Let Daddy fuck this pussy however I want…will you let Daddy play with all your holes?’ His wet fingers trailed back down her slit and pressed between her cheeks to find her tight little asshole waiting for him to play with. She gasped as he pressed against the tight muscle, rubbing over it firmly and watching her eyes flutter as she nodded her head quickly.

‘P-please? Please Daddy?’

‘Does Daddy have a desperate little anal slut on his hands? I bet you are, you’re gonna beg your Daddy to fuck your tight little bum. I will always make you feel good Babygirl.’ He told her, pushing 2 of his wet fingers into her tight hole. ‘I won’t fuck you like this until I can hear you scream as loud as you need to for me, Daddy can’t wait until he can hear every sound he can drag out of your slutty little mouth. Until then though-‘ he placed his other hand over her mouth before sliding down her body and pressing a kiss to her clit, licking up her slit and tasting their combined pleasure, his wolf purring once again from deep in his chest. He thrust his fingers into her asshole as he ate her out, desperate to make her cum all over again only to freeze when there was suddenly a loud knock at her door.

‘Y/n? What are those noises? Are you hurt?’ She didn’t respond, looking down at Klaus terrified but he just gestured for her to respond to Steve. ‘Answer me or I’m coming in, and I don’t care how dressed you are!’

‘Steve, I’m…I’m masterbating! And I don’t know how my dad would feel about you talking to me while my fingers are inside my cunt!’

‘Oh Jesus! Christ Y/n, just-just keep it down! Goodnight!’ He hissed, stomping off down the hall just before she moaned again, Klaus sucking her clit hard and curling his fingers just right before his mate suddenly squirt all over his mouth causing the moan that the Hybrid let out as he came on the blanket underneath him.

‘You are so fucking perfect!’ He panted, wiping his mouth before sliding up her body and pressing his lips to hers desperately.

Y/n took his face in her hands and caressed his stubbly jaw. ‘I want to leave this house. This state, I want to go have a life with you away from all of this horrible pain. My father is…he’s a monster and if we don’t go I’m going to have to watch him kill you next. Tell me we can go, I’ll grab my stuff, go right now and-‘

‘Shh, Shh, Shh. Wait a second Princess. Yes, we can go but not tonight. I need to make sure everything is done in the house first-‘

‘House?’ She wondered and Klaus looked down, feigning embarrassment.

‘I uh…I already found us a place…I hoped I could convince you to go with me. It’s a great place in the woods in Washington state, far away from here and from your fathers reach. I will make you happy Babygirl, I promise. Just give me 2 days. 2 days and we’re gone I promise.’

‘You promise?’

‘Promise. Now let Daddy hold you before I have to go.’ He kissed her head gently, holding her firmly against his body and wishing he didn’t have to let her go. ‘First night in the house I’m holding you all night long, I will wake up with my Princess in my arms and never let you go again.’

‘I…I love you Nik.’ Y/n whispered, nuzzling into his neck to drift off with her Daddy’s arms around her tired body.

‘I love you too, Princess. You’re all mine now. Don’t you forget it.’

And she was. Klaus would never let her go now, no matter what he had to do to ensure it.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

Hybrids Mafia Princess Series

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AAAAAAA the cow boy was so well made and adorable thank you very much!! I loved the little informations you dropped along the way regarding other farms, it made everything feel more alive!

If that’s alright can I make one more request? A yandere nerd with a fem reader, maybe reader saved the poor guy from some bullies and now he just keeps running after her like some lost puppy :( And at times he doesn’t have the courage for it he just spends all his time watching her from afar.

Maybe he’s a bit delusional as well and already imagined everything all the way to their wedding.

Also I feel like I’ll be active here quite a bit so can I be the 🌸 anon? So that it’ll be easier for me to find the stuff I requested

Thank you for requesting 🌸 anon, you’re my first named regular! Also, don’t be shy request more if you’d like. I like your ideas and it’s fun to bring them to life for you! I’m glad you like how I write them! I added the tag on your other request too!

description: yandere nerd, female reader, soft yandere, stalking, watching reader, he’s pretty tame, just a cute lil guy who wants to be your husband.

You heard voices down at the bottom of the stairs. You sighed assuming it was stupid couples getting handsy like always. There was never any announcements about it so couples got away with it, pretty often.

You were about to walk away until you heard clear voices that all sounded male. Way more than just two, that was weird. You got closer and heard a rather aggressive voice.

“Did you fucking purposely write the wrong answers so I’d copy?? You’re stupid as hell if you thought I wouldn’t find out afterwards!”

“I’m not letting you cheat off of me anymore! I’m gonna get in trouble and it’s wrong to cheat!” A soft male voice argued back with the agitated voice.

“Tch, we’ll see what you have to say after I beat the fucking life out of you. Grab his arms so he doesn’t move” The obvious attacker was about to beat him up, even telling his friends to hold him down.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing??” You ran down the stairs and confronted the group of three boys who were teaming up on one.

“Who the hell are you?” What you assumed was the leader turned around and gave you the meanest glare you’ve ever seen directed towards you before.

“Leave before I fucking tell the principal you’re causin’ trouble again” You knew he had run into trouble enough that the next big punishment was sure to get him expelled. You used that your advantage despite it still being risky to confront such a intimidating group.

“Fucking snitch, Cmon, let’s go. This chick obviously doesn’t have a life” He made an annoyed hiss, obviously pissed off that someone had ruined his revenge beating.

They cleared the area and now the guy sat against the wall was safe. You were glad you were there before he got hurt. You had no clue that bullying was actually going on in the school. You had never seen it before so you never thought it happened.

“Hey, are you okay?” You offered your hand towards the poor guy, hoping he didn’t get hurt before you stepped in.

“Y..yeah! Thank you..” He grabbed your hand and you helped him up. He looked a little familiar but you didn’t know who he was. Maybe he was in one of your classes.

“What was that all about anyways? Those guys were about to beat you up over some test answers? Geez, people are really fucked up now, huh?” You noticed he had red cheeks and you quickly worried.

Did they hit him before you interrupted? Was he okay?

“Are you okay? Your face is red! Did they hit you anywhere?” You cupped his face with both of your hands and moving his glasses on top of his head to scan all of his face. His face only seemed to reddened even more!

“I- I’m okay! They didn’t hit me!“ He rambled on about his perfect health, he was so flustered!! Your face was so close and he could hardly breathe. He had never been so close to a girl before! Especially not one as gorgeous and brave like you!

“Oh, good. If they ever bother you again, tell me! I’ll snitch on those fuckers. I don’t care if people bitch about it” You sighed in relief that he was okay and stepped back. He placed his glasses back on, his vision becoming clearer.

“Thank you.. You’re really brave! For standing up to them.. I mean I couldn’t do that” He laughed his cowardly trait off even thought he was a little embarrassed.

“It’s understandable though, three on one is not fair. It just shows how weak they are. What’s your name anyways, you look familiar” You smiled at him, happy that he was okay and laughing.

“My name is Kyosuke, I’m really happy that you stood up for me. I hope we can be friends!” He bowed and looked up with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen! He was adorable!

You shared your name and complimented his. You had to go though, the bell rung as soon as the words left your mouth. The both of you departed ways after exchanging your goodbyes and left to class.

You were happy you go to do something nice for someone. It was always a nice feeling to help a person in a dire situation. You were hoping you could see him again and become friends like he said!

You had no clue that he planned the same! Even going as far to follow you to all your clases; the next day, hidden in the crowds of students to see what your schedule was. He found out he had his last class with you, he knew you looked familiar!

You were across the room though, which made him a little sad. Maybe he’d could ask the teacher to move him next to you or ask for a new seating chart. He blushed at the thought of seeing you at the end of the day sitting next to him! It made him so giddy to even think about it!

The bell rang throughout the school and you picked up your bag to start heading home. You never had anything to do after-school. Clubs weren’t your thing but the ocasional stop to the gas station was fun.

Kyosuke wanted to approach you, so badly but he was too nervous to calm down his sudden feelings about you. Maybe tomorrow he would approach you and ask if you wanted to eat lunch together? He blushed imagining how eating lunch with you would be so intimate. Sitting next to each other, sharing food, like a couple!

You left the classroom hastily like everyone else, making it outside of school. You always walked home since your house wasn’t too far. You had no clue that your admirer tagged along as well.

You never assumed someone would be so infatuated with you, let alone follow you home. He managed to go undetected and closely watch you. He remembered every turn you did, every road you crossed, everything. He wanted to remember the path so he could follow you safely home everyday. It was good you didn’t live far away!

You threw your book-bag on your couch and went into the kitchen to go find a snack. You rummaged around, unaware of Kyosuke following you to your home. He was going to leave! He swore! But he really wanted to see what you did after-school.

He was just so interested about you now. He wanted to know everything just incase it would help him approach you easier. Maybe you liked a game and he could talk to you about it? Or a hobby!

He peeked through your kitchen window, covered in leaves from the bushes that surrounded your house. He moved some branches to clearly see you making yourself something to eat.

He pondered whether you liked to cook or not, maybe you’d like it if he made you something? You didn’t seem like a cooking person since he didn’t see any ingredients or spices around on your counters. Maybe you’d love a homemade lunch for him! As if he was your boyfriend!

The next day came by and you shut your locker, grabbing the lunch you brought for school today. You weren’t up for school lunch so you made yourself some food! It was rice with eggs and some fruit, pretty plain but still delicious.

You bumped into a familiar face, thinking it was one of your friends; you were quick to help the person up. It was Kyosuke though! The cute little nerd you helped yesterday.

“Hey Kyo! Sorry, I didn’t see you there” You smiled, still carefully holding your bag and lunch. You thought he was pretty adorable, you had never seen him before but you were glad you were able to help him.

“Hello! I was actually trying to see you today, I wanted to properly thank you for helping me. So.. I made you lunch!” He shyly brought out a container filled with delicious looking food, much more delicious then the food you had in your hands. He was too distracted with giving you the lunch to realize the nickname you gave him.

“Oh! I already made myself lunch though” You were caught by surprised that he still remembered who you were. You didn’t think you made a big impression other than someone who helped him out.

“Ah… never-mind then! I didn’t realize you made your own lunch” His smile hastily pulled into frown now seeing that you wouldn’t eat the homemade lunch he spent so long making for you. He got up super early to make sure it would be perfect.

“I was planning to sit outside since the weather is nice, why don’t we go share our lunches?” You were quick to comfort his sadness. His frown made you feel so guilty! It was almost like upsetting a poor puppy.

“Okay!” Kyosuke nodded happily. His plan was to give you the homemade lunch and hope you would ask for more so then he would be cooking for you everyday! But eating lunch with you was good too!

The two of you made your way to the courtyard of the school, the weather was nice, and the trees had perfect shade to sit under. Sure, you could sit on a bench but wouldn’t it be better to sit under a tree on the soft grass?

You opened up your container of food, the food seeming much more bland next to the well cooked food that he opened up.

“Try it! I was really excited to make this for you. I woke up early in the morning” He giggled pulling out silverware for you to use while you ate. You grabbed it and placed your container on your lap so it wouldn’t fall while you tried his food.

You grabbed a spoonful and the flavors melted into your mouth, your eyes lit up and letting out a excited noise of surprise at the taste. You mumbled your gratitude with a mouthful of the dish. He grinned while tilting his head; not understanding. He found it funny though. Once he got that you were saying thank you he insisted it was no problem.

“Can I have some of yours? It looks good too” He pointed to your untouched food. You nodded scooping more food into your mouth that he gave you. You grabbed the container with your free hand and handed it to him.

Kyosuke ate some of the rice and eggs and enjoyed it. You thought for sure he wouldn’t enjoy it as much as your cooking, from the taste of his food it seemed like he was a Michelin star chef. He could argue the opposite though.

Eating out of your lunch box, it felt like the two of you were close! He couldn’t help but gush over the fact that he was eating your cooking! Cooking that was intended for yourself but you graciously gave to him. You were so nice he couldn’t help but fall for you.

When the two of you get married, he could pack lunch everyday for you. He could be your husband who stays at home, keeping the house tidy and clean for his beautiful wife. The perfect balance in a relationship.

That would be his major plan after this! To have you as his wife, and keep you happy and full with his cooking. Maybe even have a kid or two if you wanted! He tried hiding his blush at his imagination running wild.

“Your cooking is good! If I knew you were such a good cook I would have you make me lunches everyday” You beamed, now able to talk without a mouthful of food.

“I could if you’d like to! I always have extra food that I just put in the fridge, so maybe… I could cook for you everyday” He shyly offered, he knew you weren’t being serious but maybe you’d accept his offer? He never cooked for anyone else other than himself but to make food for you everyday.. that would be amazing! It was exactly how he planned!

“I was joking! But if you’re offering I’d love to eat the extra food you have” You looked at him, excited hearing his words.

“Yay! What would you like me to cook next!” Kyosuke got giddy thinking of the ability to please you everyday with one of his best skills! He never knew cooking would bring him closer to a beautiful girl like you.

“Hmm.. how about sushi!” The thought of sushi for lunch would be amazing, your stomach practically craved it now that you thought about it.

“I can do that!” He was excited and would definitely go shopping after-school to get the ingredients for it.

The two of you ate under the beautiful tree that flowed when the wind guided it a certain direction. It was a nice afternoon, to be sharing lunches with a lover friend!

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its-time-to-write · 9 months

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in love with an idea

This is a very, very, v e r y minor study in the way that Jamie handles his sexuality, and the fact that sometimes it seems he thinks his only value comes from being sexy and playing football. And the fact that sometimes, one night stands are crap even if they feel good. It happens. Especially if you go home with someone wishing they were someone else. Anyway, I have another fic in the works, should be posted soon. I’ve been absent because I’m writing a long one that will never ever see the light of day because it is way too self indulgent. As if this next one isn’t going to be long and self indulgent as well. Thanks to all y’all who support my writing!! Those of you who leave comments/tags have my whole entire heart, and there is no such thing as too many comments. Special shoutout to @whimsical-roasting and @qquell bc you’re probably my biggest/most vocal supporters and I love you🥺🥺 Ok that’s enough words, enjoy the fic!

in love with an idea

Jamie feels like shit which is weird, because he doesn’t usually feel this way after hookups. He can tell you don’t notice because you just plop down on the locker room bench next to him and ask, “Did ya call your mum yet?” while grinning far too brightly.

Jamie is going to throw up. You’re smiling at him and he’s going to throw up so he gets up and rushes out of the room without a word. He pretends that he left so fast that he didn’t see your grin fade.

He’s headed to the pitch because that’s where he’s supposed to be anyway, but all he can think about is the fact that it should have been you in his bed last night. After all, it was your name that had been on the tip of his tongue all night. It was your face he kept thinking of, and your body he was imagining.

The girl had left satisfied, knowing exactly what she had signed up for, but he still feels like he used her. It’s not her fault that he’s in love with you but took her home, and yet it feels bad anyway. He wonders why no one ever talks about the shitty side of one-night stands. He has a vague recollection of Roy saying something to that effect one time, but other than that, he’s in completely unfamiliar territory.

He throws himself into training with more vigor than usual, purposely running himself ragged.

Meanwhile, you’re still on the bench looking stupefied. Isaac slides next to you in the spot Jamie vacated.

He says, “You should probably check on him,” with his usual solemn gravitas so you nod and decide to do just that.

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You don’t have time check on Jamie until after training. Ted has you running all around Nelson Road so you just barely catch Jamie in the parking lot.

“Hey!” you call. “You alright?”

Jamie spins around, icon hat atop damp hair. “Yeah, sure, good, yeah!” he says, and now you’re absolutely positive that something’s wrong. You raise an eyebrow.

“That totally sounds like something a completely alright person would say, but for some reason I don’t believe you. Is something wrong with your mum? Is that why you got all weird when I asked?”

“What?” Jamie says. “Oh. No. She’s good, yeah. She’s good. I did call her. Talked for a while, which was nice. Talked about this girl I like, actually.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when Jamie wishes he could sink into the ground. Fuck his stupid rambling.

“Oh?” you say, eyebrow still quirked. “That’s new.”

Jamie shrugs. “Yeah, it is,” he says and then his mouth betrays him once again as he continues, “I’m actually really nervous about talking to her.”

You laugh. That is utterly ridiculous, and you tell him so. “You’re Jamie fucking Tartt, Premier League footballer. People throw themselves at you every day and you eat all that attention up. Why is she so different? Hold on, are you blushing?”

You laugh. He totally is, but he denies it.

“Look,” he says. “She ain’t like a lot of people. She’s fucking…smart or some shit. Not that other people aren’t!” he continues, “But she’s just… different, like. She’s one of fucking… four people who are immune to my natural sexy glow.”

The way Jamie says the word sexy is always interesting because he never used it comedically. It’s always inserted in some serious declaration of himself, as if that and football are the only points of value he believes he has. You wrinkle your nose. “How is that possible? No one is immune. Except maybe Roy. I heard he got his anti-Tartt vaccine boosted last week. Maybe it worked a little too well,” you say worriedly.

“I dunno,” Jamie says. “She said she’s looking for someone smart and I don’t really think I fall in that category. All brawn on me, innit?”

He quirks a smile to mask this strange discomfort he has. You’re not used to seeing him anything less than confident.

“Well Jaim,” you say after a beat, “as someone who is also looking for someone ‘smart,’ it really isn’t about IQ. It’s like… it’s like someone who actually talks to you and has interesting things to say. And is interested in learning, not just from me but from whoever and whatever. And someone who doesn’t talk down. Because, god,” you laugh, “I’ve been on so many dates that are just exhausting because all these smart people want to flex their knowledge instead of sharing it. It’s like a fucked-up power struggle. I never feel that way with you, y’know?”

Jamie tilts his head in a cocky go on type of way.

There he is.

You roll your eyes. “What I mean is, you actually listen to what I say and ask questions, and aren’t rude when I don’t understand something that comes easy to you. My corner kicks are getting better, by the way,” you interject. “Sunday evening practice is paying off.” Jamie comes over every Sunday evening to kick a ball around with you on the Richmond Green.

“Of course they are,” he grins. “Learning from the best, aren’t you?” You flip his hat off his head and catch it, returning his smile.

“Just ask her out, Jaim. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And,” you add, “bring her round! Not enough footballer girlfriends around here.”

Jamie looks at you a moment, taking in the picture of you in Nelson Road’s parking lot, his cap on you head and a smile on your face that he made.

“Right,” he says, then turns to walk to his car. He’s at the door when he turns and walks back.

“Forgot something,” he says to your bemused expression. You point to his hat still on your head.

“Nope,” he shakes his head. “That ain’t it. It’s you. You’re the girl. I talked to me mum about you because I think you’re fucking great. If I’m not your type, that’s alright, but fuck it, I just really fucking like you.”

He takes a step closer. “I’m going to kiss you, so now’s your chance to walk away.”

You don’t.

You let him flip the icon hat backwards and cup your face in his hands, far more gently than you thought him capable of as he tips your head up to his.

His lips are soft on yours, and you’re vaguely aware of the fact that Trent Crimm is walking by you, shooting furtive looks your way but you don’t care.

“I think you’re fucking great too,” you reply when you finally come up for air.

Jamie grins. “Wanna go on a proper date tonight? Been thinking about where I’d take you for ages. I can pick you up in an hour thirty.”

You smile.

That sounds great.

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teachmenari · 1 year

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20 Teach me! - again sometimes

Tighnari x GN reader

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You stifle a yawn. Seems like the evening and your full stomach are getting to you.

Tighnari notices from the corner of his eye and turns to you. "Are you tired? Do you want to go home?"

"Ah- Sorry, I can usually stay up this late. If you want to stay, I don't mind-" you try to protest.

"I asked. I don't mind," he cuts your rambling off. Yanfei looks up from her endless stream of tofu.

"Y/n, if you stay here you're going to pass out on the table and drool all over it. Take the nice man's offer."

You try to argue more but Kazuha sends you a look saying 'I'm not sharing the ride home alone with Xiao for your stubborn ass' and you let out a defeated sigh.

"Alright, fine. I know my limits. I'll see you guys later."

You grab your coat as your friends say goodbye and head out soon after, followed by Nari.

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The quiet rumbling of the car makes for a pleasant background noise as Tighnari drives through the empty streets, your head resting against the window. For time to time, you sneak a glance at the man next to you. When the streetlights illuminate his face, you can see the light smile on his lips.

"So? What did you think?" You ask after a few minutes. "Of my friends."

He chuckles. "I'm more worried about what they thought of me, to be honest."

"Oh, they like you. They kept tweeting about every interaction the whole time." You give him a big smile and he laughs.

"Was that what Lumine thought no one noticed her doing?"

"Mhm. You didn’t realise when they took her phone the first time?"

He lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought I was getting ripped to shreds in the group chat."

You huff dramatically. "How mean do you think we are?" You say, gently nudging him with your elbow. He snickers. "Anyways, you still haven't answered my question. Thoughts on my friends?"

"They're very welcoming and nice," he says. "I think they'd like my friends. I know Collei and Ayaka are already hanging out, too."

"Right! I keep forgetting about that. My memory is failing me."

"That might explain your old grades," he whispers loud enough for you to hear.

"Hey!"

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The car stops in front of your apartment building and Tighnari gets out to open your door.

"Gentleman," you tease him. He winks at you and bends down in an exaggerated bow. You stifle a laugh.

"Thank you for inviting me," he says with a smile. "I had a really good time."

"I'm glad you did. I love my friends but I know they can be a bit much sometimes."

"Like I said, they're really nice. I wouldn't mind hanging out with you and them again."

"Oh, awesome! I'll keep you updated, then!"

A moment of silence passes, the cool evening air against your warm cheeks. You don't know if the red tint is because of the cold or blushing.

He then takes your hand gently.

"Do you mind if I hug you before we part ways?"

You shake your head, and he wraps his arms around you. You bury your face under the crook of his neck, noticing his subtle scent. You can't place it, but it smells fresh, like plants.

"Have a good night, flower."

Your eyes widen at the nickname and your cheeks feel suddenly warmer.

Tighnari ends the hug and waves before getting back in his car and driving away. You can only wave back, because you're 80% sure you would just end up stumbling over your words to hell and back.

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▪︎Synopsis ➤ You’ve been attending the Akademiya for some time now, but for some reason this year is harder than the others. You’re failing almost everything regarding math and science. Your biology teacher, Ms. Rukkhadevata, offers the help of Tighnari, her TA... Let’s just hope he’s nice.

a/n: finally the end of the evening....... but the start of something else??? 👀

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alieinthemorning · 3 months

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In Sickness and In Sickness [Eraser Head | Aizawa Shouta]

Content: Fluff, Sick Fic, Sick Character, Established Relationship

Pronouns: None

Header: @/oliries

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Of course, he would get sick. As if being exhausted fucking constantly wasn’t enough. He just had to overwork to this point. Your stupid fucking wet cat of a husband, doing stupid wet cat of a husband things like being outside while it’s fucking raining and thinking he’ll wake up fine the next day, and on top of that—wait, what were you doing again?

You heard a string of coughs from the bedroom.

Oh, yeah. You were making Lemon Tonic.

For the both of you because he got you both sick.

You coughed into your elbow and looked into the fridge, grabbing a lemon and a bottle of liquor. You placed it on the counter and grabbed a pot from the cabinet. You sniffled as you filled it with water and sat it on the stove. You sliced up half of the lemon (almost cut yourself), put it in the pot and turned on the eye. You opened the bottle and poured a reasonable amount of liquor in there and put it back in the fridge. You left it to boil and went into the bedroom to check on your sick cat-like husband.

You poked your head in, “How you feelin’?”

“Like shit.” He mumbled. You made your way to the bed and flopped down on it.

“Same,” You grabbed a tissue and blew the shit out of your nose, “I wonder who’s fault that is?” You elbowed him in the side. He grunted and shoved your arm away. You started to laugh, but it agitated your lungs, and you ended up in a coughing fit.

After catching a gleam of that bright light, you checked the nightstand for any painkillers and sighed when finding they weren’t there. You begrudgingly got back up and went to get it from the bathroom. You grabbed another box of tissues as well, since Shouta was making a snot rag mountain of his own. You sat it on the nightstand and went back into the kitchen, turned off the eye, then grabbed two water bottles. Quickly dropping them off in the bedroom, you returned to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs, then filled them with the Cold Killing Lemon Tonic.

“Alright,” You sat in the bed and handed him his mug, “Try to drink this quickly.” You took a sip and burnt your tongue, but mama didn’t raise no bitch, so you kept going.

Shouta stared at you for a long time before finally drinking the Lemon Tonic like a shot.

“Okay show off,” You grab the painkillers and water, “you’ll be needing this.” You swallow yours without water like a damn boss, but still drank a bit after to make sure the pills went down.

Shouta again only stared as he did the same sans the after the fact water.

You glared at him a little.

“Now what?” He put the water bottle against his face, “didn’t you say this was sort of a miracle drink?”

“I didn’t say miracle drink,” you got underneath the covers and tucked him in as well, “I said Exorcising Drink.”

Shouta blinked, “What?”

“This drink will literally exorcise the sickness out of you.”

“…”

You gave him a Cheshire grin. “By sweating.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope! Now shut up and sweat!” You tucked the covers under your chin even snugglier, “Don’t worry. The sickness will come at you full force, so it’ll probably knock you out pretty quickly.”

He was quiet for a moment, “Remind me to never eat anything from your family again.”

“Yeah sure, no more peach cobbler for you then.”

“I take it back.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, shut up and sweat!”

“I told ya it would work,” You danced around Shouta in the kitchen. “But…”

It was the next day and the both of you were back to full health. Shouta didn’t seem all too pleased about it, though.

“So, why do you look like you’re pissed?”

He groaned, “I have to go back to work,” He shuttered, “back to night patrol.”

You laughed, “Who said we were going back to our jobs,” You nudged him, “we can play out this sickness a little longer.”

He grabbed you by the waist and gave you that maniacal smile that you loved, “I’d like that.” You grabbed him by the cheeks and gave him a quick peck.

“Great! You can take me on a date!”

He gave you a blank stare.

“…or chill at home and call that a date?”

He, like the gentlemen that he was, escorted you to the couch to put on something to watch while he grabbed the snacks.

“Next time we’re going out to eat though!”

Lemon tonic is the truth.

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eddies-freak · 2 years

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what did i do? eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie doesn't know what he's done to make you upset, but he's on a mission to find out and gain back your favor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst?? Some emotional scenes towards the end, but all the usual fluff!!

Requested here! Unedited, will go back at some point to do so but I really need to go to sleep right now. Update: now edited! let me know if i missed any errors :)

Eddie didn’t know what he had done wrong. You were being so distant, barely talking to him, barely talking to anyone, in fact. It seemed as though you were avoiding him in particular, though. Whenever he was about to approach you at your locker, you closed its door and rushed off to your next class. You never sat with him at lunch anymore. Poor Eddie had no idea what was going on, he just wanted to know what he had done and if you were okay.

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After school one day, he came home to find Wayne already home from work, just what he was hoping for.

“Hey, uh… Wayne?” he asked his uncle tentatively.

“Hm?” Wayne responded with a grunt.

“I uh… I need to ask you for some advice." Wayne looked up, surprised. Eddie wasn’t exactly one to ask for help.

“Sure thing, son. Whatcha need?”

“Uh… I think y/n is mad at me, and I want to do something for her to make up for it, but the problem is I have no idea what I did, so that creates a whole other issue, and-” Eddie stopped himself, realizing he was rambling. “Yeah.”

“Well, you could always bring her some flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, flowers. You know, those pretty things that grow from the ground in all those different colors-”

“Yeah, Wayne, I know what a flower is, it's just… what kind?” Wayne contemplated this for a moment before answering, Eddie eagerly raising his eyebrows.

“Red roses,” he said after a moment. “A classic.”

“Alright, thanks Wayne,” Eddie said, wanting to get out of the embarrassing situation as fast as possible.

“Be careful, son, it looks like rain!” Wayne called out before Eddie slammed the door in his haste.

Eddie drove his van to the flower shop, where a stout little woman seemed absolutely flabbergasted that someone like… well, like him would be entering her flower shop.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” she asked, stepping out from behind the counter.

“Hi…” he looked at her name tag. “Suzanne. I uh- I’d like a dozen… shit, how many is a dozen?”

“Twelve?” Suzanne prompted.

“Right. Sorry. The brain isn’t working today. Uh- twelve of your finest red roses, please.” The woman gave a small hum of recognition, turning to the flowers behind her with a smile.

“So… who’s the lucky girl?” she asked.

“Oh, uh…” Eddie wasn’t accustomed to small town small talk with strangers. Well, hell, he thought, what’re the chances I’ll ever see her again? “They’re actually for my girlfriend. She’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met in like, my whole life. She’s perfect, she’s my everything. I don’t think I could live without her, if I’m being completely honest. I think I would go insane. The problem is, she’s really mad at me and I don’t know why, so I’m going to go apologize to her for whatever I did.”

“Well,” Suzanne said, bringing the roses back from wherever she got them from and putting them on the counter. “The best place to start would be to say all those wonderful things you said about her to her. Here, dear, why don’t you write them down so you don’t forget?” She paused on wrapping the bouquet delicately with tissue paper and a satin ribbon and handed Eddie a piece of paper and a pen.

“Not likely…” Eddie mumbled, and chuckled. He would never forget how much he loved you. Suzanne helped him refine the points of what he wanted to say and fixed some of his grammar mistakes, but it was all fully and wholly Eddie. It was his words. He read it over one last time, admiring his handiwork. Quite the poet, he thought to himself. Suzanne ended up letting him have the flowers for free, and Eddie couldn’t thank her enough.

“You’ll have to come back and tell me how it goes, dear!” Normally, Eddie wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but he liked Suzanne, and was grateful for her help. He resolved to come back and tell her about it. “And be careful, it looks like rain!”

And rain it did. But it didn’t just rain, it stormed. Fat raindrops peppered the windshield of Eddie’s van as he maneuvered around streets, trying to find the familiar street sign that marked the block you lived on. He was terrified, but with the flowers on the passenger seat next to him, buckled in, he told himself it would all work out.

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You were working on your homework and some extra credit work you had picked up during the week when the doorbell rang. Your dog, Teddy, started barking furiously, and you had to shush him a number of times before he actually kept quiet. Your parents were out of town, so you were the only one available to answer the ring. Trodding downstairs, you wondered, who would be visiting at this hour? And in this weather?

You opened the door to find… Eddie. He was standing on your doorstep, in the rain, a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. His clothes and entire body were soaked through with rain, his hair a wet mop. Once he saw you he cleared his throat and began to read, glancing down at the paper every few words.

“Y/n,” he paused, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much. Sometimes you just wanted to jump into them, see what he saw. “Y/n,” he said again, as if to remind himself it was you, and you were right there in front of him. “These…” he handed you the roses, leaving you with a confused look on your face. “... are for you. I don’t know what I did wrong or if you’ll be able to forgive me for whatever I did, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you more than anything else in this whole world. You’re my everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Shit, y/n, what did I do?”

“Eds,” you said, setting the flowers down on the bench beside the door to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t do anything, baby. I’ve been applying to colleges and writing my essays, I promise I haven’t been neglecting you on purpose. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant or uncommunicative, but it’s completely my fault, and certainly not because of anything you did. No need to get your panties in a twist.” You chuckled.

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie dropped the paper in his hands and collapsed into a crouch on the ground, covering his face with his hands. You sat beside him, leaning your back on the doorframe. You reached out, stroking his arm, and before you knew it he was hugging you tightly, as if afraid you might evaporate at any moment. As if you might become a lone raindrop lost in the ocean, never able to find you again.

“Hey, hey…” you said, stroking his back, his hair, his face. Lightly scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked it. You were shocked at the speech he had given, thinking back on it. It was so out of character for him to express such emotion. “Did you…” you paused. “Did you really mean everything you said?”

“Every word,” Eddie replied. Now you were crying.

“I didn’t think anyone could ever love me like that,” you said through racked sobs.

“Oh, sweetheart, now you’ve got me crying again.”

You hugged each other tightly, tears falling down your cheeks every now and again, stroking each other’s hair, contemplating the love you felt for each other. Eddie was the first to break away.

“Let’s get those flowers in some water, yeah? Don’t want them to die because we couldn’t keep our shit together.”

i hope you guys enjoyed!! thank you to my bestie izzy for requesting, i had a lot of fun writing this one.

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. :)

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kirby-the-gorb · 4 months

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reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

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HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIII BAPS YOU AROUND BAPS YOU AROUND BAPS YOU AROUND TACKLES YOU INTO A PILE OF PLUSHIES AND SKITTERING AWAY /AFF

COMING BACK BECAUSE I WANT TO TALK TO YOU AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIII!!!!!

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OKAYOKAYOKAY— so!! hmmmm.... what's up with gasty boy? what's gonna happen now that he's actually present and existing instead of scattered across everything everywhere all at once?? he's giving mad scientist but how far does the mad scientist go????? i'm interested in him 'cause i don't think i've ever read a sans au fic like this where the OG gaster was there too and i love the way you write them all!!!!!! or if you wanna do something else,, take this as an opportunity to infodump about anything you want!!!!! WAVE EMOJI WAVE EMOJI LOVE YOU CHICHIIII!!!! (≧▽≦)/ (≧▽≦)/

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alright, you already know that he's a mad scientist, but as i've said before, he's morally gray, which means a lot of things don't deter him of completing/doing experiments.

which is why the lil 'oopsie daysie' happened with machine, and that's why there are alternates at the manor.

sans and papyrus, at the least, are pissed about it. but this discovery makes gaster's nerdy big boy brain hyperfixate on anything relating to the topic of alternative universes (humans in this universe dont have much research about it other than the occasional movie that makes you think, and the theories.)

and if i go further into this id spoil some of the plot (which i already did enough of) sooo, lets think of some hypothetical scenarios and headcannons!

id say that reader (you) would get into the lab a lot. and while you can be a great lab assistant, lets be honest, you touch too much shi 💀💀

gaster would have this thing where he'd put you in he corner for 5 minutes before letting you interact with the work again.

when i think of gaster's experiments, not only do i think of vials of dangerous liquids, but i also think of a SHIT ton of notes just neatly organized into notebooks on a metal shelf

a lot of the pages are more about ramblings and tiny details rather than general info

so if you try to read it, please get some context dear.

i know most ppl have the headcannon that sans gets his sleepy eepies from his dad, but he completely developed that on his own

gaster has a schedule set to where he sleeps for 8 hours, and only has 3 hours of free time.

which means if you see the other 13 hours blocked on his schedule he will not acknowledge you unless you are helping him progress

Going back to his interests, i think his favorite part about science are the details that most people miss that just really bring the whole theory together into a fact.

bro prolly has some national scientist awards and threw that shi straight into the trash.

its not that he isnt proud of his achievements actually, not at all.

he just doesn't need someone else, better yet a human to tell him so

so he tries to ignore the public despite their incessant please for his presence ✨

Since gaster actually exists, he is still labeled as the royal scientist, despite not being apart of a monarchy anymore, and does favors for the king when the curiosity allows it.

I want him to be a grandfather figure, who rambles on about success in life, who is also emotionally repressed, who also takes many risks that a man his age shouldn't.

his ideas and experiments are very "out of the box" per say. Like, if you told him you cant see souls at all (which is most likely gonna happen) dudes gonna strap you down and ignore your cries of pain as he extracts the your soul from your chest. poking and prodding at it to compare it to a monster soul.

i mean, he has the real thing now! no need to rely in outdated textbooks and theories right? why not test it for himself? and if you resent him for the rest of your life for it, he would tell you how lucky you are to still be alive and that he got what he wanted without losing a "potential specimen".

which makes you wonder what other lives has gaster been liable for??...oh well!

And noowwww back to the reader!

since reader is now gonna be a big part of his life- he'll allow certain things to slide. as you live more and more with him and the gang, he'll call you assistant or human and not by your real name.

i dont think gaster would spend much time around you during his scheduled hours (he kicks you out half the time)

but during his free time, and since you're human, he is very curious.

he asks about you, what it's like being a human female, what makes your skin darker than other humans, and why'd you conjoin your hair-

just lots of general questions about your appearance and how humans literally dont use INTENT at all.

and yes, INTENT, DETERMINATION, ATK, LOVE, and much more terms from undertale will be used in this fic. so i suggest getting into the fandom vocab a bit when you can-

but to put it simply, INTENT is like another way of language for monsters. it's pretty much what it says, but to break it down: intent is something that you do with purpose.

personally, i headcannon intent to be more intune with emotions and how the user feels and/or wants to feel in the moment. for example "aggressive and murderous intent" or "caring, sweet, and loving intent." and INTENT carries magic within it, hence why monsters are so in tune with internal emotions while humans aren't. and that's why monsters re more in danger with humans than any other creature, because humans used unknowing intent that could kill a monster in one hit.

Surprisingly enough he doesn't like to spend his breaks at home in his bed.

instead, he goes out to muffet's for a very specific coffee order, and a spider muffin.

half of the time he'll make you pay with your own money, crippling your pockets.

other times he'll roll his eyes when you "forget" to bring your wallet and get you only a drink off the menu.

if you catch him as he's leaving out for a break, gaster may sometimes not go to muffet's at all and find a park to watch kids trip at.

or maybe a grass field during golden hour.

im not gonna say that gaster hates kids, but it's moreso that fact that they...are underdeveloped, and therefore harder to understand in his eyes.

as ive said before, this guys ignores his feelings, so he gets uncomfortable when people show theirs.

so when you cry, or get angry in situations that dont seem as big to him as it does to you, he lowkey cringes a bit.

but since.. *sigh* you're now his pupil, as well as someone who takes his work more seriously than others (DESPITE YOUR TENDENCY TO TOUCH SHIT)

he has to take of you now! and *gags* comfort you

bro cant comfort for shit (which is one of the reasons why they dont have plants at their house)

so when you hug him with your snotty face... and your...wet tears, he shivers aggressively but tries to keep still

yea he doesn't hug back at all, its bad enough he has to watch you!

(or maybe it's bc he doesn't know how to hug back 👀)

In this au, the reader is canon to the universe. not isekaid, not transported, no. she lives there and the code is accurate. so any and all timelines will include her.

and timelines are gonna be a "what if", or maybe a chapter for angst. idk yet. And in this fic, imma make the choice for flowey not to remember resets. but only due to his will (cool right?).

frisk isn't really gonna be included much into the plot, only when it calls for it.

oh shit- back to gaster

not sure if i said this before, but warming up to gaster even the littlest bit is like reading a 100 chapter slowburn.

it's gonna take a long time, hell, maybe a year or so, for him and reader to start actually building a granddaughter/grandpa relationship. so while youre still getting to know him, it's like he's avoiding you, (but you clearly don't read his schedule enough sooooo)

and when you guys finally get to that point, you guys are like buddies. he'll ramble to you about certain topics, while you sit and listen.

you'd watch movies with him as he overanalyzes characters and plots, only to fuck it up and end up with something different, claiming "he could write a better one".

gaster loves helping you study

even if it's for a 5 question quiz, he'll help you out as much as he can!

plus, id be a shame if the ✨Smartest Man On the Surface ™✨ let his little human fail!

nuh uh, not happening!!!

he's very proud of you everytime you get an assignment back with an A with lots of praise from the teachers.

he'll even try to get you in a routine (which rarely works often, as easy as it seems)

gaster chuckles every time you make him a homemade snack, or lunch meal, it warms his little heart ❤️

Other times he can't stand your attitude

Why cant you control yourself in situations that aren't bigger than you make it seem?

it racks his big brain so much, that he bans you from the lab for 3 days when stuff like that happens.

he really hates it when someone has a tone with him, it grinds against some part of his brain the makes his more "violent" and intrusive thoughts.

its not noticable at first, at least not to him, but after the 1st hour he begins thinking

"humans have skeletons right?"

"what would skin all in a pile look like?"

"what would happen if he gripped, squeezed and strangled a soul made of pure determination?"

of course, he already knows that answer to those. and if you dont, just ask frisk.

im sure they remember very well.

but after the intrusive thoughts go away, he's just left seething in anger.

i feel like gaster (,similar to donnie from rise) has a hard time understanding other people, because he's been alone for most of his life.

and that makes him jealous of you.

but in the end, you'll always be gaster's little assistant ❤️

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rohansregret · 1 year

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prior to that nsfw tyr/odin ramble would u care to write an nsfw drabble dedicated to that ??? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ size diff and all,, morally ambious;;; probably in odin's pov.. pretty please 🙏🙏🙏

delusions

pairing: odin!tyr x gn!reader

description: odin’s been noticing how touchy you’ve been towards him ever since he was ‘rescued’ from svartalfheim, makes sense as you were tyr’s partner. he knows he shouldn’t indulge and politely turn down your advances, but you just look so good, he can’t resist.

warnings/tags: nsfw, odin!tyr, odin’s a bastard, could be seen as dub-con/non-con since you believe odin is really tyr, manipulation, bruises, size difference, biting, based off this post

note: thank you for your request! this is my first god of war work on this blog and i’m pretty satisfied with it. i didn’t write full on sex, but if you want to see that maybe i could write an extended version? lmk! when i posted that odin/tyr ramble i didn’t expect anyone to agree with me, so imagine my surprise when i saw fellow odin fuckers show up 😭 i did struggle a bit with keeping the pov strictly odin, so i did what i could. anyway, thank you again and i hope you enjoy this! i had fun writing it :)

everyone was finishing the last of their dinner when your voice spoke out above the common bickering between brok and sindri. “tyr, could i speak with you in private? that is if you are not required elsewhere.” odin’s temporary golden eyes rose from his empty bowl to lock with your gaze, watching as you expectantly glanced over at kratos.

“no. do as you wish.” said man spoke, his booming voice earning a small smile of thanks before you rose from your wooden chair. “of course, beloved. what do you need?” his much larger hand reached out to slip into yours and he let you gently drag him towards your room that sindri so generously allowed you to use. “i’d like to do this in my room, if that’s alright?” you didn’t wait for a response as you both entered the room. ‘rude’, odin thought. there was a moment of awkward silence before you both took a seat beside each other on the bed far too small to fit someone of tyr’s size.

it didn’t take long for you to initiate the conversation, turning to the side and placing your other hand on the back of odin’s. “i don’t want to sound.. insensitive, when i say this.” your voice stayed smooth, but odin could tell something was bothering you enough for you to not want to say it. which by the way, annoyed him to absolutely no end. he can add this to his never ending list of cons from his experience as ‘tyr’. with a sigh, odin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “whatever you have to say, i know you mean no harm.” he smiled, “take your time.”

his own words made him want to roll his eyes. time was modest, and he didn’t want to waste his on this moment. though he knew his dear son would waste away to nothing if it was for you. so that’s what he’ll do.. for the mean time, that is.

you brought odin’s hand up to your mouth to press a kiss onto it, holding it to rest lightly on your lips as you thought of your next words. “i know it has been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and there are more important things we need to be worrying about at the moment..” you began to trail off, rambling on and finding words to circle your point. odin sighed and removed his oversized hand from yours, instead placing both of them on either side of your head, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “forgive me for interrupting, but i worry for you. tell me what’s on your mind, let me help.” odin couldn’t help but let himself admire the look on your face. your eyes, slightly wider than usual and your cheeks warm against his foreign palms. he wouldn’t deny your beauty, never has. as much as he hates to admit, one of the very rare things he’s remotely jealous of, was you and how he could never have you.

“okay. okay, i’m sorry.” you closed your eyes and swallowed, holding onto odin’s wrists. “i would like for us to indulge in a little normalcy like once before, spend the night in each others embrace.” eyes locked on odin’s, straying occasionally to observe the face of the lofty god.

‘oh?... oh.’

“oh.. well,” odin began, clearing his throat and surprisingly finding himself stumped. his first instinct was to push you away from him and excuse himself from the room. the look on your face is ultimately what got him. the pure hope mixed with slight embarrassment had his blood boiling in all the right- no, wrong places. this is the last thing odin should be worried about. yet here he is, mind rapidly filling with images of you beneath him, his hands squeezing and groping your body and skin rubbing against skin.

he could feel tyr’s skin heating up, sweat collecting on his forehead and his heart pulsing just a bit faster than usual. “yes, yes i.. i would like that.” his words left his mouth faster than his brain could comprehend, but yet he didn’t feel any regret. he knew this was wrong, he also knew that’s why he was even more aroused by it.

that was all it took for odin to take your chin in his hand and shift forward, “are you sure?” your nod came quick and he suppressed a smug grin at your eagerness.

it wasn’t long for the both of you to get undressed, your bare back now pressed against the soft fur of the bed, odin’s mouth and hands traveling across your neck and torso. getting lost in the moment, he began to squeeze the meat of your thighs and couldn’t help but nip at them, surely creating a few bruises. a squeal of surprise came from your throat and you gazed down at him, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. “tyr- you’ve never done that before,” odin tensed as if he got too carried away, but the sight of your overly reactive and excited body eased his worries. “please, do it again.” your request immediately clouded his brain, just as the sensation of a new bite clouded yours.

maybe he could get used to this after all.

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