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contlis12 · 7 months

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Male Feedee and Genderless Feeder dark feederism short story

Cole groggily came to feelings his feeder lifting his legs with the straps they had installed in the bedroom after Cole had passed the 550 pound mark and changing and cleaning was becoming more of an issue. Pushing the massive parachute sized white underwear half way up his thighs ready to squeeze them past his sagging hips when they finally got him standing. As his feeder was slipping on his bariatric soft socks over his plump feet Cole asked almost nervously “why are you dressing me already? I haven’t even had my first feeding yet” his feeder just chuckled sweetly. “Oh we are going to do your breakfast out on the couch today, you are going to need the energy you’ll be busy today” they said rubbing lotion into the crevasses of Coles fat struggling to keep him from getting any bed rash or chub rub spending so long in bed and being so unhealthy and massively fat. Coles walk or more accurately waddle to the living room couch was eventful to say the least at one point Cole had broken down in tears begging to go to back to bed and that he couldn’t make it to the couch and had to be taken in his bariatric wheel chair the rest of the way to the couch. “There piggy I know this was hard and you are really cranky from being hungry so I’m going to make sure your belly is aching after this feast and you feel all better baby” and they weren’t exaggerating. Giant bowls heaped to the top with gravy and biscuits, greasy hashbrowns swimming in ketchup, even glazed doughnuts with slices of American cheese melted on the top of them. Coles feeder loved listening to him retch in pain so full his stomach is screaming to expel the food to make room and then greedily scarfing down the next bite making guttural gulping and snorts as he loses control plunging his mouth into the greasy low quality slop he’s been conditioned to love. After what seemed like hours Coles feeder had considered it satisfactory and let the pig stop eating and left in a messy ketchup and gravy covered mess. Grinning they came over and softly rubbed the sagging slab of fat that Coles gut had grown into a huge stretch mark covered waterfall of fat going nearly to his knees. “That’s such a good job piggy, I’m glad you ate plenty so you have the energy to entertain your friends tonight”.

Coles already thudding heart started racing even faster as his food fogged brain started to realize what his feeder had just said. “Whu-what do you mean?” Cole stammered looking down at his feeder now with their head resting on his stomach looking sweetly up at him. “Oh I invited your friends out to finally visit with you again, they all missed you so much so I kept up with them for you and set up a surprise visit honey” Coles mouth dropped open as he seen the glint in his feeders eyes as they drank in the absolute shock on his face. “I’m tired of you not giving me my due recognition Cole, you lay in my house pigging out all day eating up my money and you’ve never once told anybody how proud you were to be my piggy and grow for me. You try and hide that body I’ve grown and I’m due some respect and you to be a little more grateful” Cole began to let the words tumble out of his still open mouth “I-I-uh” his feeder puts a finger up to his lips. “Don’t speak because I don’t care, you need to learn how to give in this relationship and you are going to start by letting all your friends see what I’ve grown you into and how happy you are that I was kind enough to pick you for all this affection and time”. Cole hoped this was another role play scenario his feeder, there’s no way that this could be real. “They are going to be here in about 15 minutes or less. They texted me they were close to town towards the end of your breakfast. I was hoping to have you better dressed but there’s no way we could even get you into the bathroom that fast much less cleaned up and I need to welcome everyone in since you can’t open the door or really do anything but sit there and eat ofcourse” Coles eyes widened as he looked down and seen his massive exposed food stained body. His underwear were almost completely swallowed by his cascading waterfall of fat his body had turned into, if you didn’t look close you’d assume him nude. “Please you can’t do this to me! I can’t face people I used to know in this state!” Cole wailed eyes streaming tears that mixed with the ketchup staining his bloated fat puffy cheeks. “Oh I can’t? Okay Cole go walk to the bedroom and get yourself dressed” his feeder said coldly armed crossed smiling. “I can’t! You know I can’t!” His feeder walked over looming over him sitting on the couch “exactly so stop telling me what we are going to do piggy! You are going to learn your place, you are out of control princess!” They said grinning ear to ear at this point. “Now beg me, ask me like a pathetic hog since you’ve ate your manners away with your self control”. “Please I’m sorry can I get cleaned up and clothes” he said angry and totally mentally drained at this point knowing this wasn’t going to stop. “No” his feeder immediately replied “you are going to learn to respect me piggy, but I’ll let you have a shirt”.

Coles three closets friends all pilled out of the van they’d rode in from the airport in. “I can’t believe Coles partner paid for all our tickets here and everything! I mean seriously that guy is lucky to have a partner with those kind of expenses.” Mike said to Kayla “Yeah nice house too, must have been an old couples or something before. There aren’t even steps just a wheel chair ramp”. “I’m just glad to see the guy again, it’s been over two years since he moved out here with them and he barely kept touch. Honestly kind of annoying” Danny said following them up the ramp. “Oh stop Danny, you know how life can be. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, at least the old gang is back for a few days!” Kayla said as she rung the door bell on the large oversized double door that seemed way too big for a suburban single level home. Coles feeder answered the door “Hey guys! Hope the flight wasn’t too bad” as they helped them bring everyones bags in. “No not at all, so where’s Cole? I can’t wait to see him!” Kayla said looking at the kitchen that’s as near the entrance to the home. Where those funnels on the wall? Surprising that they are still doing beer bongs at this point but who is Kayla to judge, they all used to party with Cole alot. Coles feeder smiles “oh he’s in the living room watching tv” as she points to the next room. Kayla is the first to walk into the living room and Danny walls face first into her back as she completely stops in her tracks “what the hell Kayla?” He starts to say as he hears Kayla say “Cole? Cole?” And I raspy breathy voice responds “yea hi Kayla” Danny peers around her shoulders to see Cole and nearly drops his jaw on the floor as he accidentally lets a “oh my god” without even realizing he had said it out loud. Looking at what he is told is his old friend he can’t believe it. He wasn’t even sure if the thing melting into that couch was male. Coles huge stretch mark stomach hung obscenely out of the too small shirt his feeder had pulled over his torso that barley even covered his belly button. “Yeah I kind of gained a lot of weight” Cole said staring down at the floor to embarrassed to even meet his friends eyes “uhh yeah you’ve gained some weight” Mike said finally after standing silently behind the other two “are you doing okay buddy?” He said walking towards the pile of fat that spilled off the sagging couch. “Yeah I just have a- I have an eating disorder I think” he said nervously. His feeder stepped into the room behind them “Cole has had some issues in the past we are trying to work on and even spoke about this morning but let’s not worry about that now. You guys are old friends! Sit down please you guys need to catch up!” Coles feeder said putting a hand on Mikes shoulder “he always talked about you guys so much”. The three friends looked at each other concerned before Mike spoke up “ofcourse no need to dwell on this negative stuff I’m just happy we are all together. It’s always good to see old friends”.

The evening had gone well until the pizza Coles feeder had ordered had arrived. His feeder had came in the room with a tv tray and a few boxes of pizza as they started laying slice after slice of pizza in a large dinner bowl. “I got you the extreme pepperoni lovers with extra extra cheese you like honey, I know you are starving. Let me get your ranch” coming in the room with a huge bottle of ranch Coles friends stare in amazement as Coles feeder starts squirting messy cup fulls of ranch all over the pizza that was messily thrown into the bowl

“Now eat fast because you have a lot more to finish babe” they say as they give Coles belly a hard open palmed smack after filling the bowl to the max. “Do you really think he should be eating that?” Mike says as Coles feeder starts walking back to the kitchen. “Excuse me?” Coles feeder says still holding the massive bottle of ranch. “I said do you think he should eat all of that?” Mike said pointing at Cole. “I mean seriously what was that? Look at that pile of cheese and ranch! You are killing him!” Mike says raising his voice. Kayla puts a hand on his arm “Mike” as he pulls away. “No Kayla it isn’t right! They are killing him and enabling him with this weird fucking fetish! Look at him!”. Danny stands up beside Mike “He’s right Kayla, it’s obvious this is some weird feeder kink thing and they are enabling Cole. This is just as bad as somebody handing an alcoholic beer Kayla.” Coles feeder puts their hands on their hips and surveys them all. “Do you think he doesn’t want this? Coles happier than he has ever been being my feedee” they walk over squirting an even more obscene amounts of ranch on his pizza as they grin at Coles friends “Do you want more piggy?” Coles feeder coos pinching Coles double chin “or maybe your friends are right maybe we should put you on a diet” Cole weakly clutches at his feeders shirt “please feed me I’m so hungry piggy wants more” Coles feeder picks up a messy handful of the ranch covered pizza and holds it up to his nose. In a moment Cole is digging his face into the messy pizza slop making obscene oinking and gasps “feed me please I’m a good piggy grow my belly!” Feeling his feeders fingers push the pizza over his tongue.

Mike huffs in disgust “fine, I’m not being a part of this weird fetish bullshit. Have fun eating yourself to death Cole. I really hope you get some help but I think you are too far gone” as he walks into the entryway grabbing his bag and walking to the street “I’m calling an Uber”. Danny stands without saying anything besides “Bye Cole” and following Mike out to the porch. Kayla walks over absolutely disgusted about what is happening before her “Cole please, we can get you help. You aren’t going to live like this. You aren’t happy, you can’t be” Coles feeder pulls the slop away from his face “what do you think honey ready to leave me and get help?”. Coles eyes roll as he looks at Kayla’s distraught and disgusted face “Piggy needs feeding tube, so hungry” is all Cole moans in response. Coles feeder grins at Kayla “want to help”. Kayla looks at Cole one last time “Fuck you” she says to Coles feeder before looking down at Cole “bye Cole, good luck” before walking out of the front double door to join her friends waiting for their Uber as she wonders if Cole will even be able to fit out of them by the next year.

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whatanightmaregrinch · 1 year

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John Hancock x Fem!Sole Survivor- holy matron

In Hancock’s opinion, taking up with the vault-dweller had saved him. Feeling like a fraud was no good, but walking around Goodneighbor made it worse. It only fed his increasing self-loathing, and then in turn, his chem habits. He spent most of his time either in his office absolutely fucked out of his face, or stamping out get-rich-quick schemes he would have given an arm and a leg to be a part of with people and ghouls he would have been glad to call his partners, and it was weighing on him. If he wasn’t concerned about the threats to his people, it was his own personal demons that taunted him. So many times he’d thought about taking just one too many Day-tripper, just to see how close he could get to the edge without going over (although he was more than sure that if he did tumble off of the edge, he wouldn’t have given a shit anyway).

Constantly grappling with his inner self; he felt like two men consistently battling for the right to live, the stronger of the two dictating his actions at the time. The coward who he desperately wanted to bury, urging him to just hide under his covers and take as much jet as he could not to feel anything, the degenerate who’d allowed a fellow drifter to meet their end at the hands of Vic and his boys- and the ghoul he’d forcibly become. The ghoul who treated his citizens with care, the ghoul who would stand up for what was right no matter the cost, famous for his freedom loving attitude and warm hospitality. He figured he’d get a little soul searching out of their travels together initially, but he ended up discovering a whole different way to be. Sole Survivor’s bottomless confidence and kindness had revived the way he thought about the Commonwealth and the people in it, and quite frankly, it had scared him. He’d never expected such a change to blossom within him, and it ignited an intense fire. The type of fire that had shown him he was thinking too small in terms of personal goals. This woman had somehow managed to co-ordinate a bunch of tattered strangers into becoming a trusted outfit (a feat, considering the name “Minutemen” often left a shitty taste in people’s mouths), all the while searching for her son and taking the fucking Institute on. If she could do that all at the same time, he could at least try and get his shit together. When they woke in the mornings, he was more excited to start the day with her, not terrified, high, and preparing for that day to be his last in the wastelands. Maybe some things would never change- like his habitual chem use, but he didn’t force Buffout and Mentats down his throat as soon as his eyes cracked open just to deal with the thought of being alive, most days. Sometimes it was bad, and he felt like he couldn’t move from the pile he’d put himself into, but she would always be there to lend him a hand, out of the dark hole and into the light again. He was sure the Commonwealth had brought forth an angel, a dazzling burst of sunshine on his radiation-clouded day. She listened to everything and anything he had to say, and the more he talked, revealing the sorer parts of himself, the more he realised the fondness he had for her was developing into something more tangible, something real. She had too many shining qualities for him not to be attracted to her- and like a moth to a flame, he was sucked in. Guilt ate at him most days after he realised how he felt about her. He felt like he was betraying the trust his friend had placed in him to travel with her as a companion- his widowed friend, no less. She didn’t really talk about her spouse, Nate, only if something small came up- like if a song came on that he used to like, or when they’d eat sugar bombs and she would smile a sort of painful smile, recounting how she’d throw them at Nate for him to catch in his mouth. There was a part of Hancock that detested Nate- not for loving Sole, but for being such a standard of man that John could never hope to compare himself too. It was unfair of him to do that, he knew that Nate wasn’t the one stopping him from being a better man, but when it came to Sole, Hancock wished he could be nothing short of perfect for her. For starters, he wasn’t smooth-skinned the way she was, and whilst he had confidence, it wasn’t that much confidence. She was ethereal at times, eyes straight from a pre-war film actress that burned into the back of his eyelids. He was well ... He was John Hancock, the guy who’d purposely taken a radiation drug knowing it was about to fuck him up and turn his skin into a pile of brahmin shit, just so he didn’t have to look at his own face anymore. Cause a girl’s gonna find self-mutilation sooo attractive. Sole wasn’t the type to judge on appearance- he was sure of that, but he couldn’t be sure that he was what she wanted, and losing the close bond he had with her over something like this scared him to silence regarding his feelings. He promised himself he wouldn’t read too much into how she acted and responded to him, he knew well enough that she was grieving and probably interpretated his actions as simple kindness, but he couldn’t help the way his chest seized when she interacted with him of her own accord- a guiding hand on his forearm when he was about to turn in the wrong direction, a quick but joyous hug when they received good news- his brain ate those memories up and played on repeat for him to experience, over and over again in the back of his mind. He was starting to feel like a teenager around her, and it was fuckin’ embarrassing. He was the king of ghouls, not some scared teen attracted to the girl next door. She was far from that type of lady anyways, hard to picture the woman as innocent when he’d seen her take a Raider’s face off with a hunting rifle at point-blank range. “Hancock?” the angel whispered at them from across the campfire. He immediately gave his full attention, not that she’d demanded it. “Mm?” he made a noise in reply, and her smile washed over him like a sunrise, beautiful and life-giving. He’d bask in her glow for an eternity if she would only let him. “Do you think the Greentop Nursery folks will be okay? I’m worried the turrets won’t be enough.” She confessed, patting the ground next to her to search for her cigarette carton and flip-lighter. He almost felt amused at her line of questioning, he was sure that those people were safer than the dickheads in Diamond City with how many defences she’d created and repaired when they visited. “Between the turrets and the traps ya’ set up? More than okay. We’re not too far from ‘em though, could always check in tomorrow.” He offered, and she seemed to turn his suggestion over in her mind as she lit the cigarette, and enhaled. “Alright, We’ll check tomorrow- I just wanna make sure the Greenskins stay gone this time, that’s all.” She said, idly glancing at their surroundings, as if the very mention of a Super-Mutant would cause one to come crashing out of the bushes at them, Mini-Nuke in hand. He stared at her for a moment too long, and she gestured at her face. “Something there?” She rubbed at her cheeks, paranoid for dust marks or otherwise. He laughed, shaking his head.” No, but if there was i’d probably just let it sit, see how long it took ya’ to notice.” She rolled her eyes at him, throwing a rock at him, which just bounced off the tree he was sat near, and settled by a puddle on the floor. “Nice, real nice. What if ya’ took me eye out? What then? I’d be a one-eyed ghoul and it’d be your fault.” He sniffed, playfully. She actually considered the prospect, and grinned as she puffed at her cigarette. “I’d lead you around, tell everyone you lost your eye trying to chat up a Deathclaw.” She mused, exhaling some smoke, and he snorted. “Ya’d still lead me around though, feel like I win there.” He pointed out, and she grunted in reply. He grinned, he loved that noise. It was an old-man habit she had, unable to admit she was wrong, but not proud enough to dismiss him completely. He fished around in his pocket for his Berry Mentats, and pilfered two for himself, throwing them back like they were shots of whiskey. She spotted the box, and sweetly batted her eyelashes at him, silently asking for some. He rose a (long-gone) brow, and held the box up in the light the fire provided, so they could both see the faded design. “Ya’ want some of these? I dunno..” He pretended to be all beat up about her asking, masquerading as a ghoul who truly cared about his chem supply. “I just feel like keepin’ ‘em all too myself.” He continued, eyes trailing to hers to see what she would do with his defiance. She processed the moment, and a playful expression touched her features. She suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, pointing over his shoulder with a terrified face, and to her credit, it startled him enough for him to turn and look. She scrambled forward, hand shooting out to take the Mentats from him, but he was faster- leaning back and holding them up and out of reach, arching away from her. “I’ve been around too long for that to work on me, nice try though.” He taunted, waving the packet around. She huffed, but quickly went in for another attack. Hancock felt himself involuntarily gasp when Sole launched herself at him with such force that it sent both of them toppling to the ground, her arms coming to pin his forearms to the floor, causing his tricorn hat to fly off, abandoned next to them on the floor. He was vaguely aware of the way her legs straddled his stomach, but he couldn’t even form thoughts to react, especially when a smile so wolfish and greedy eclipsed her that it had his brain factory reset. He was too close to her, the fire illuminated her in a warm and inviting glow, she was so close he could count her eyelashes if he wanted too, and oh how he wanted. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to know what made her smile when she felt down, wanted to know what made her mad; how he could make her happy again. “I’ve been alive for over two-hundred years, John. Nothing works on me, either.” She taunted him, proud at their role reversal. All he could do was watch, wide-eyed as she shifted her weight, easily grabbing the box of Mentats from him (like he’d ever put up a fight). She tipped one out into her hand, and dropped it into the back of her throat, swallowing her ‘stolen’ chems with a slight grimace at the taste. Hancock was sure this was as close as he’d ever get to heaven, watching her felt like observing a miracle up close. He watched in a trance as her attention finally turned back to him, completely enraptured by her movements. He watched as she analysed him, and she opened her mouth to talk to him, but whatever it was that she wanted to say slipped away as her pupils expanded, eating away at her irises until they were tiny slivers, pupils gorging themselves on any light that strayed too close. She shuddered, allowing the chem to sink into her. This felt holy, her grace flooding him. He felt naked, stripped bare of his corporal form, for her to view all of his sins underneath her. It was too much, too fast. His brain reeled at her perfume; tones of amber and sandalwood, and his body reacted before his brain had chance to sign off on the idea. In true John Hancock fashion, he told her the one thing he absolutely shouldn’t have. “I might be in love with you.” he stumbled out, and he froze when his thought process caught up with the rest of his body, gasping and furious about being left out of the decision, waving a shiv at him. She stared at him in silence, processing his words, and he sucked in a breath when she didn’t back away from him, but instead increased the amount of weight she was using to lean on him. He was pinned underneath her now, not that he could consider moving- the gaze she fixed him with was intense, he felt like he could set ablaze any minute if she willed it. “You’re either in love with me, or you aren’t. You don’t maybe love someone.” Her words burned his ears, and he trembled as his brain, riddled with Mentats, tried to summon a response. “I do love you.” He managed, heart beating in his ears. She leaned closer to him, absorbing his amended confession with a furrow of her brow. “Tell me again.” She demanded quietly, and John experienced her in a way she’d never allowed before. Her face was flushed, revealing her excitement- her eyes held a far-away desperation, a need to feel wanted, to feel loved. Hancock didn’t give a shit if anyone overhead him, he held her gaze as he told her again. “I love you.” She didn’t ask, but he continued to repeat the words to her like they were a prayer, and each time he said them, she got a little closer, a little more relaxed by his devotion to her. He would become a martyr for her cause, no matter the personal cost. She finally closed the gap, and they shared a kiss. It was a little rough, the Mentats in both of their systems meant they couldn’t afford the same grace they’d have sober. She pulled away, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and her lips remained there for a moment to whisper to him. “Love me, John. Love me for as long as you can.”

#john hancock fo4 #fo4 companions #fallout companions #fallout 4 #john hancock x reader #reader insert #gUYS I GOT MY KEYBOARD BACK #sobbing #so much easier to write fanfiction now #accidentally gave myself carpal tunnel from typing fanfiction with an xbox controller #confessions #hancock has feelings #lots of them #implied returned affections #returned affections #ill never tag properly #you cant make me

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edenflowers · 1 year

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How do you do fellow nexo knights fans

This is your daily reminder that Fletcher and Izzy are terrifying

If you add up all the deaths (including squirebots), the Forbidden Power has 46 deaths.

Rogul has 10 deaths, give or take- I only counted specific numbers given for each as portions that don’t give specific numbers seem to be connected with parts that do give specific numbers.

Fletcher killed 19:

7 skeletons with magic

12 squirebots with magic

Izzy killed 17:

3 skeletons w/ Ned Knightly’s sword

Bashing a skeleton head into metal bars

Kills 12 skeletons at once by slamming a door

Kills a skeleton via crushing as she falls through a rotten wooden wall and the bare minimum of two stories

^ Izzy also says the skeleton broke her fall. 😐 Ain’t no way a dense skeleton falling underneath you helps cushion a 2 story fall. She doesn’t just survive the 2 story fall, she PROCEEDS TO FULL ON SPRINT TO GO RETRIEVE A WEAPON. She reappears from her weapon retrieval within a few pages so she probably CONTINUED TO SPRINT THE ENTIRE WAY.

She doesn’t show signs of exhaustion over doing this either🗿🗿

Izzy falls, is launched, or makes a generally dangerous decision with her body at least 8 times:

1. Izzy nearly slams into a locker as she quickly comes to a stop because she trips

2. Izzy touches the forbidden power and gets launched, slamming into the catacombs wall

3. Izzy jumps from the academy arena’s stands down into the arena

4. She punches the Baron- WHO IS ARMORED- and somehow does not break her hand. She feels pain from it but her hand isn’t injured beyond temporary owie.

5. Izzy slams into the rogul

6. Izzy falls through the Baron’s roof

7. Izzy falls 2 stories minimum as she fights a skeleton and falls out a rotten wall

8. Izzy is described as being “rocketed” across the room over trying to snag a weapon infused with the forbidden power

Generally, Izzy’s lack of injuries is ASTOUNDING.

Maybe more so is Fletcher’s lack of injuries. One of the FIRST things that happens in the book is Fletcher falling out of a train, tumbling, and going splat on the ground because he got his luggage thrown at him. The book puts him through two different Zilgo beat downs - which the majority of times where Fletcher should have definitely been wounded occur. The Baron gets a hit on Fletcher one time, compared to Zilgo who… basically does it the entire time 💀

To be fair, Baron Von Bludgeoneous’s approach was to not… kill Fletcher in order to use Fletcher to find more forbidden powers but it is still horrifying that Fletcher was hurt MORE BY A CLASSMATE than AN UNDEAD VILLAIN.

Generally, Fletcher’s ability to handle the entire events of the book is kind of horrifying when you consider the fact he’s malnourished and likely isn’t getting quality sleep. Not only was he on the train for 3 days- in which it is not clear if he ACTUALLY slept (or ate!) at all- his body is stiff and aches.

His body is already not at its best going into the events of the book. BUT THEN HE KEEPS GOING?

I’d like to remind you all that neither Fletcher or Izzy have slept before the book’s finale- they’ve been awake all day. The finale stretches from dusk to near daybreak, MEANING THEY STAYED UP THE ENTIRE NIGHT FIGHTING THE BARON.

Maybe that’s not horrifying but then we see them return to the academy and go back to school like nothing happened- without seeming exhausted! THEY ARE UNFAZED.

Another thing worth considering is the fact Merlok sealed the forbidden powers into tablets because he couldn’t destroy them- then Fletcher destroys one (or so we think? The way it’s phrased makes it seem like the second book COULD have backtracked on that if desired.) without even properly knowing what he’s doing. Clay also destroys one but Clay is also the main protagonist - but I guess Fletcher is the book’s protagonist so it’s really just the Moorington brothers are built different due to protagonist powers.

I also feel the need to point out that Fletcher basically has a forever bodyguard in the Rogul he awakened too. So beyond just his skills and Izzy’s- Fletcher HAS AN EXTRA THING GOING FOR HIM.

Do these children use their power responsibly?

😐

They shut down the ENTIRE school within their first three days. You tell me.

While we can forgive certain aspects- we have to also keep in mind that some of the events that occurred- they did it, fully knowing that it was wrong.

Izzy thought the forbidden power was a Nexo power- that means she didn’t think it would be as destructive as the power ended up being BUT she knew it would be cheating to power up Fletcher. She does so anyway- simply because she’s like “ooooh no shawty nooo don’t get beat up I can’t watch this anymore 😔😔😔”

(SHE DOES THIS CRAZY THING FOR SOMEONE SHE’S KNOWN FOR THREE DAYS AT THIS POINT. Sure, they’ve gone through a lot together but still- Izzy is loyal to a fault for someone she only knows so well. She’s kinda crazy.)

Fletcher quickly puts two and two together and understands what’s going on- and doesn’t stop it. Even though he was SUSPICIOUS of the tablet, thinking that it might not be a Nexo power because of where they found it, he still doesn’t stop fighting even when he gets powered up. He also notes that the download of the forbidden power doesn’t look like a NEXO download that he saw demonstrated in class- BUT HE STILL CONTINUES.

To be fair to Fletcher, it was a very impulsive moment thing where it was kind of him snapping and leaning into it because of self esteem issues. (Jestro anyone?)

In addition to shutting down the school within their first three days, they also:

- Find a forbidden power

- Endanger the entire city by extension of shutting down the school’s power

- Beat an ancient villain (part way anyway)

- Acquire a kill count of 46 (as I talked about at the beginning of this post)

- Threaten another student, Zilgo, with violence if Zilgo tells on the two of them for stealing

- YEAH, ALSO, THEY STEAL A RELIC FROM THE SCHOOL TO GET GEARED UP TO FIGHT A VILLAIN. THEY STRAIGHT UP JUST STEAL NED KNIGHTLY’S SWORD.

- Break out of a dungeon (using a photo of Lance mind you)

- Blow up an ancient manor’s roof with magic

All in all, these kids are crazy. But I love em for it and they’re probably going to be the majority of what I talk about on tumblr 💀

#fletcher bowman nexo knights #fletcher bowman #izzy richmond #nexo knights #hello tumblr I do not know what I am doing #this is literally my first ever post on tumblr #i am a gen z boomer

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boliv-jenta · 1 year

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Nico x f!reader x OMC

Part of the Kitten Series.

WC:3.6k

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Idiots.

Ready?

Summary: Things with you and Nico get even more complicated now you're under the same roof.

Straight into smut so...

The high quality sheets of Nico's guest bed, your temporary bed, help to hide your bitten off moans. While your orgasm stuttered and struggled to gain ground, you cursed yourself. Putting a temporary hold on having sex with Nico had seemed like the smart thing to do.

Moving in with him changed the dynamics of your relationship. Visits with Nico were usually all about having fun. A diversion from real life. A time to allow you to be free. When you brought your real life with you, things got complicated.

Angelo's absence was more frequent, the three of you were on good terms. When he did come around, well, that all still worked out just fine. Now that he'd move in with Owen he just wanted to be home more. Which you and Nico understood completely. He also wanted you to spend time with Owen, again, you and Nico completely understood. It was just you'd both rather stick hot pins under your fingernails. Owen was lovely and seeing him love Angelo so fully was truly beautiful. The problem you both had was his job. The man spends his time unpicking people's behaviours and mental health. How hard would it be for him to see all the things you and Nico were trying to hide? No, best to stay clear of him.

Angelo had been around the day you moved it with Nico. Most of your things were taken to a storage facility by the movers. The few boxes and couple of suitcases you had kept with you should have taken the three of you one trip. It should have only taken a few minutes once the movers left at 10am. The three of you eventually made it across the street at 2pm. Nico and Angelo carried the heavier stuff while you wheeled your suitcase. It wasn't a particularly heavy suitcase and the sturdy four wheeled design made it easy to pull. Unfortunately, your legs were like jelly from the amount of times they'd made your toes curl. Nico had insisted that you do 'god knows what with the two gays' in every room. His own little screw you to your ex-husband. When your body had given out, Nico took even more pleasure than usual in bending Angelo over the very expensive carved oak dining table that your husband insisted was his, despite you buying it. The legs took some punishment as Angelo urged Nico to go faster and harder. It must have moved a good foot from its original position by the time they both came. Nico first since he'd just fucked you to the point of oversensitivity, then Angelo with the help of Nico's fist. His cum painting the dark wood below him. You hoped your ex-husband enjoyed his dining table as much as you did. The weekend was easy and comfortable. Then came the reality.

Nico worked from home. Most of his work he conducted in the morning after he worked out. Nico went for a jog every morning. A fact that you weren't aware of because of your own workout habits. They happened to cross when Nico came running through the back yard as you finished your laps in the pool. The sight of the water dripping down your body glistening in the low morning sun and the sweat making his t-shirt stick to him in a way that highlighted every muscle proved too much as the two of you tumbled on to one of the loungers in a tangle of slick limbs. That had led to neither of you doing any work that day.

The next day you both made it through the morning. A few more pages were added to your latest assignment. Since Nico's office was a small converted pool house with its own bathroom, you didn't see him all morning. Lunch passed without incident too. You were making a sandwich when he came in. You offered to make him one. You ate at the breakfast bar in silence. Simple. It was nice, just two people having lunch. No tension. No looking at any bigger implications.

After lunch a knock came at the door. "Shit. Is that the time?" Nico wiped off his mouth and hands before going to answer the door.

As he did, a woman walked in with no hesitation, she didn't even wait for a greeting nevermind an invitation. "Buenas tardes, Nico. ¿Listo para ir?" Her voice was warm as she leaned into Nico for a hug. Only as she did so did she see you. "Oh, I didn't realise you had company."

"Mi querida tía. This is…." Nico began only to be cut off by a wave of her hand.

"I know who she is. That husband of yours…." She huffed and muttered something under her breath in Spanish"...he was no good. You are better off without him. You are much better off with my Nico."

Her sentence hung in the air, thankfully, not for too long as she spoke again. "Do you have any plans this afternoon, mija?"

"Not really. I was going to…." You began.

"Well, that's settled. You can come with us. Vamos, Nico." There was no room for argument. You doubted anyone had ever won an argument with the woman in her life.

"Er…I have to get my things together." Nico grabbed his phone from the counter and began to look for his keys.

"I will wait by the car. Don't take too long." With that she left as swiftly as she entered.

As soon as she left he turned to you."Sorry about her. You don't have to come." He found his keys and looked for his sunglasses, not letting his eyes drift to you.

"I feel like it would be easier if I did. Tia? Is she your aunt?"

Nico let out a soft breath. Part of him was hoping you'd come. Maybe you could get a glimpse of a different side of him.

"No, Mrs Ramirez lives one block over. We met at the park. I take her with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"What do you guys do at the park?"

"We play chess."

The afternoon at the park was delightful. Mrs Ramirez had welcomed you in the fold. The fold mainly consisting of retirees.

"So how long have you known Nico?" You asked her as you sat on a bench in the shade of one of the large Valley Oak trees.

"About a year. He was jogging past my house when he caught one of my neighbours letting her dog do its business on my lawn. It'd been going on a while, she didn't like a Mexican bringing down the house prices. I asked her to stop but I thought if I was too loud about it she would make it seem like I was causing problems." Your hand found her as she spoke, a gesture she mirrored.

"He got her to stop." she chuckled.

You could easily imagine him getting the woman to pack it in. The bedroom wasn't the only place Nico was dominant in.

"He didn't think I knew, but I saw. The next day I caught him and thanked him with some freshly baked orejas. He has such a beautiful smile." A smile of her own bloomed at the memory. "When he returned my tupperware, he saw that I was playing chess by myself. He started to come by for a game. After that he started bringing me here. He's a good boy." A different story than what he told.

"He is." You smiled watching him finish up a game with an older man. His smile was broad as he shook the man's hand. He said something you didn't catch and the man let out a belly laugh.

"So do you like Nico or the pretty one with the curls...um...Angelo! Which one do you like better?"

All you could do was stare at her with you mouth gaping.

"I was born in the morning but not this morning. I know what goes on at those parties. I see you with the two of them. The way you all look at each other." Her hand still rested on yours. There was no judgement in her tones. "I don't mean to pry but I hope it's Nico. He's happier with you around. He talks about his wife less. I feel like he's healing."

Her words swelled in your heart.

Nico caught you gazing at him and held it for a moment, a warm smile on his face. The way you looked at him, there was pride in your eyes, he could have looked at you all day. He'd missed that look from a woman he cared about. It made him feel as if he were worthy of it.

With the warmth of the afternoon settled on your skin and in your heart, the mood back at home was light. The two of you cooked dinner and danced around the kitchen to music you could only catch the odd lyric from. The dancing brought you closer until you grinded against him as he nipped at your neck. The thin material of your dress ranches as he dragged his hands over your curves. Pulling your ass against him before moving on to your chest. His hands engulfed your breast, squeezing them through the confines of your bra. He didn't bother reaching inside or removing any other clothing apart from your panties. He wanted to keep this energy going. It was light and carefree. It was safe. The weight of any decisions made about your relationship, far from his mind.

Sweeping you up he set you on the counter. Entering you before leaning back a little.

"Watch." His hand came to your neck to tilt it down gently.

He wanted you to watch him inside you. To see where he was joining you. Where you were becoming one.

Nico had stamina, but it wasn't just a physical thing. Years of avoiding his own thoughts made it easy for him to compartmentalise in the moment. All the other little things that get him closer, he can tune out. The way you look, the way you smell. The way you sound. All he thinks about is touch. Specifically whatever is around his cock or in his ass. Then he concentrates on delaying that pleasure.

Right now, all that was going out of the window. He wants everything from you. The sighs and moans from your lips. The tension in your fingers as you grip his arm and shoulder. The way your teeth are troubling your lip. The way your brow is slightly furrowed as you watch him disappear inside of you. He slows everything right down. He begins to withdraw completely before pushing the bulbous tip back in, making you feel the stretch each time. He doesn't care that his mask might be slipping. He's fucked you a million times, this is different. This isn't about getting off, this is about claiming you. He saw the way the others looked at you at the park. They were just as enchanted by you as he is. He became jealous of them getting your time. He wanted all of your attention on him. As you trembled on his cock, it definitely was now. He could feel that you were close. You both watched as he filled you completely. Angling his hips up to reach that spot your body slid forward. You were face to face when you both came simultaneously, moaning against each other's lips. The air became thick as if a heavy cloud of gas had descended. With one spark being the only thing needed to start a fire that would burn your walls down. In his post orgams clarity, Nico was ready. He wants to close the distance to capture your lips in a soft kiss, to pour everything he had into it. He was ready to be vulnerable. His therapist had agreed as much at his last session. It was all there, on the tip of his tongue as it darted across his lips.

I want you. All of you. Be mine.

With all the bravery he could find, he began to close the gap, only to be stopped by your forehead against his and your hands at his chest. "That was…wow. I better get cleaned up."

"Yeah, sure. I better get dinner started." He gave you space to jump down off of the counter as he turned away.

The warm water of the washed away your tears. This was too hard. How had it all become so messed up? At first you hadn't entertained your feelings for Nico. You were swinging, not starting a new relationship. Then Nico put ideas in your head, about your own worth and what you deserved. For a brief moment you thought about being with him. Until he'd told you that wouldn't happen. Which you believed, until the hotel. That felt like the start of something. Maybe it was. Then Angelo left and the divorce. Now, it's there, in his face, in his touch. He's ready. Ready for something more. Something you wanted. So why the hell are you so scared?

It was a stupid nightmare, of all things, that broke the proverbial. It wasn't the first time you'd had a vivid nightmare. Dreams of past regrets or losses would often take over at night. Usually waking you with a sense of sorrow. This one had the added extra of a horror movie twist to scare the life out of you. It woke you shaking, your heart was beating in your ears, your stomach twisted in knots. Once you were awake and out of the dream you began to calm. Head still heavy with sleep you tried to let it claim you again. Then your bladder decided it would like to be emptied.

The guest room faced the bathroom. It was a short dart across the hall. Peering out you saw that Nico's door, to the right at the end of the hall, was tightly shut. Treading lightly you snuck across the hall. Shutting the door behind you and opting for the natural moonlight to aid you, you used the bathroom as quietly as one could. Again you peered at Nico's door. Still closed tightly.

"Jesus!" The sight of Nico appearing from the moon lit living room scared the hell out of you.

At first he laughed until he turned on a nearby lamp and saw how utterly terrified you looked. The phrase dear in headlights came to mind with you standing there doe eyed looking at him. Lower lip trembling while you wrapped your arms around your body in an attempt to comfort yourself. At four in the morning it was easier for him to show his true intentions, hoping the blanket of the night would cover for him.

"Hey, you're okay. I didn't mean to scare you. Come here." His touches were softer than you usually received as he pulled you to his chest.

"It wasn't you. I was already freaked out…" the thought of him thinking you foolish stopped you there. The amber glow of his eyes in the lamplight, highlighting his sincerity, made you continue. "...I had a nightmare."

Without a word he led you back to bed. He left you for a moment to straighten your bed, he fixed the sheets you had twisted in your sleep. He flipped your pillow to the cool side before slipping in and motioning for you to join him.

"You're safe. Whatever your nightmare was, it's done." He tugged your back into his chest, making you the little spoon to his warm, soft big spoon.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Feeling a little self conscious, your mouth ran away with itself. "The first part. It was about my mom. I have those often. The second part though, frickin' vampires!"

"Oh, yeah?" A hint of a smile brushed your bare shoulder.

"I was in this hospital-like room. Ready to sleep. Someone told me to block out all the light so they could come in if I needed them. I remember thinking 'but then the bad vampires could get in.' Then I thought 'No, they need an invitation.' Then some metal wire art came off of the wall and was twisting and twirling in my face while a voice in my head kept screaming 'Let me in, invite me in!' That's when I woke up."

"Well, luckily for you, bad vampires can't enter here."

"Really?" You rolled your eyes debating whether to send him back to his room for making fun of you or to ride it out to enjoy the comfort of his arms.

"Really. They can't enter the lair of another vampire."

A smile spread across your lips as you realised he was playing, not mocking.

"Oh, really. Is this how you choose to tell me you're a vampire?"

"It's pretty obvious. How do you think I keep my youthful looks?"

"But I've seen you out in the day. You have a reflection. I've never seen you drink blood."

"Sunscreen. Very high factor. Modern mirrors use aluminium not silver. It's only silver we have a problem with and I feed off sex. I still like to bite and suck though."

God, this was stupid. Two grown adults having a conversation about vampires. You loved every minute. It was rare to see Nico's goofy side.

"Wouldn't that make you an incubus?"

"No, I just saw their schtick and thought it looked more fun."

That was it for you, laughter consumed you until you yawned, sleep tugging at you once again.

"I'll keep you safe. Go to sleep." It might have stemmed from a joke but his words were sincere.

Nico was thankful when you pulled away from him a little to settle down to sleep. That way you couldn't feel his heartbeat. It was thumping in his chest at the feeling of protecting you in his arms. The way you had calmed and instantly melted into his embrace. You trusted him. You trusted him to protect you. He'd had that before and he had failed. He'd failed her. How long would it be before he failed you? There might not have been vampires in the house but other demons sank their claws into him. Ones that he thought had left him. Maybe they had just been obscured by the glare of the light that shone out of you. A beacon beckoning him to a brighter future. They dragged him from the bed once you were fast asleep. Throwing on some clothes and sneakers he decided to try and outrun them.

In the cold light of day it was easier to see what you needed to do. If you weren't ready for a relationship with Nico you had to put a pause on everything. Usually Angelo was there to break the tension if those moments arose. To prune the bud before it blooms. He hadn't been there and it bloomed inside your chest, opening so fully that it felt like it was pressing against your heart. It ached with temptation. To let the love in it grow.

Nico was a good man. Nothing like your husband, who had hidden how little he cared under a veneer that kept you fooled. Mainly because you didn't want to look close enough. Poor Nico had been scrutinised from the moment you felt an attraction to him. He constantly paid for the shortcomings of the other men in your life. No matter how safe he made you feel, you couldn't let yourself go completely. Living here, going through all the little pieces that make a relationship. Working, living, loving together. It was getting much too tempting to let go and fall completely.

Sitting in the yard the glare from the sun was a welcome alternative to the thoughts hurting your brain. This was getting too complicated. As if on cue, Nico came into the yard.

"No swim this morning?" He panted while checking his stats on his watch.

"No. I'm a little tired after last night. Can we talk?" You shifted to give him room to sit opposite him.

'Can we talk' your gut twisted as soon as the words left your mouth. It was never a good phrase. Were you being too dramatic? Everything that was lurking beneath the surface between you two, you'd grown used to it. It was like living on a fault line. You knew the danger was there. That you could be completely consumed at any moment but it was worth it. It was worth it to feel at home.

"Is everything alright?" He eyed you as he sat.

"Yeah. I was just thinking while I'm living here. It might be a good idea to not sleep together. It just feels a little too close to a relationship." It feels like we're in the relationship that I want to have with you.

"Yeah, that makes sense." There was no emotion in his tone. He answered as if you just told him turning down his thermostat could save him money.

The lack of reaction on his part gnawed at you. "I mean we could still have our nights with Angelo."

"Of course. He wouldn't let us out of that." He offered you a smile. "I'm gonna get a shower."

So that was it. The smart and fair decision. It felt stupid and unfair as you tried to remember his touch to gain the relief your body needed. As you thought about his face. His eyes that perpetually sparkled with mischief. How soft his lips looked when they curved into a smile. How soft he looked when that smile was for you. Your feet were at his door before you even thought about it. You'd heard him come back earlier while you were showering, the door was closed so he must be in there. A deep breath filled your lungs in an attempt to calm you. A breath you then held to listen better. Nico let out a moan. It was deep and satisfied. It shot to your core. Then you heard a woman giggle.

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11, 19, 21, 26 for the no good very bad horrible questions :^^))

(Just wanna hear you talk about ur pets lololol)

hellllllyeahbaby!

11: Do you like someone? Not any real actual person I've met lol. I don't encounter a lot of people and also I'm very picky and I've fallen into the trap of just thirsting after unattainable people because it's "safe". But like ... it also breaks my heart? But I also like ... use that as a form of self harm I think? LOL IM FUCKED UP. I do have a super handsome mutual that I'm always like haaaaay when he posts a selfie but yanno.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Yes. Absolutely yes even though everyone's like no don't do it you wouldn't be who you are today without those mistakes blah blah blah but absolutely 100% yes. I would be more outgoing, wouldn't give a shit, I'd spend more quality time with my grandparents, I'd see if maybe I could get my dad to chill or maybe not idk, I'd spend more time with my friend Lauran who passed when I was 12 and I'd call her back even though I didn't like talking on the phone. I'd ask Scott out on a date, very definitely flirt more with him in high school and if I couldn't go back that far I'd go back to the last time I saw him when he hugged me outside Wawa and I'd hold onto him so tightly, memorize his strength and his smell and his warmth on that cold morning before the sun came up and I'd make plans with him even if he was still going to die 8 months later.

That made me sad lmao but it's all true and from my Grinch heart.

21: What are your plans for this weekend? Tomorrow there will be panic cleaning and panic gift wrapping because Kate's aunt and uncle want to come over for a tiny pre-Christmas Christmas because Kate has to work on Actual Christmas so we'll do some gifts and we have to send our gifts for Kate's brother and sister in law and niece and nephew with said aunt and uncle for Actual Christmas. And the house is a nightmare cuz I can't keep up with housework and also FOUR PETS MAKE A LOTTA STUFF HAPPEN. Then Sunday I'll be probably just like ... hanging out and wrapping Kate's presents that I didn't already give her oops and likely playing Stardew Valley a bit and making some nonsense for dinner lol

26: What are you craving right now? I was craving a non-specific night night snack cuz it's 3 am and i can't go to sleep with a rumbly tumbly but we don't really have snacky things rn? So I ate two microwaved hot dogs YAY HEALTH. I do crave motivation and discipline and the doing of something creative too, does that count?

Also none of these are about pets LOL

#me #about me

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A Tradgedy In Mint. Part (1)

A Pony Vore RP Turned Narrative Fic!

(Alt Text: A Tradgedy In Mint Part 1)

This Story Splits at a pivitol moment, Will he be nommed simply, or will things get silly...

YOU SHALL DECIDE!

Mismatch found himself in a rather precarious situation that evening. a series of unimportant events leading to the focus of our tale. As the pastel green stallion ended up the size of a chocolate chip chunk on the roof of an icecream parlour, he blinked dazedfrom the teleportation before slipping, tumbling down and landing in somebody's bowl o mint chip icecream...

Princess Luna, having had an eventful trip to ponyville, was glad to have a chance to enjoy a moment during the late afternoon, sure, she'd need to raise the moon soon, but that was a bit off yet, and she had her icecream now. After today, that was her focus for the moment.

She Quickly glanced around, nopony was gawking, nopony had their cameras? Even that little thin colt who looks like he could use a child or two to gobble, she mused to herself. Feather Freight? Was that his name? Oh well. Icecream.

Sighing, she dug out a bite with her spoon and staring off at far off canterlot, she brought it up, having narrowly missed Mismatch with the first spoonful, and as she brought it into her mouth, was being pleasently surprised at the quality... given its only a local Ponyville shoppe.

Mismatcg rubbed his head, as he looked at the cold green expanse surrounding him. It was he mused, nearly neigh, actually completely identical in color to himself.

"It tastes of mint...huh..." as he tried to move he found himself sinking in more, as a big no, huge silver object dug into the terrain near him he was utterly caught off gaurd. However in it's brief reflection things became clear, as he saw blue... and as he looked up, way up to see her

"... it's not... it couldn't be." but yes there she was plain as day, beautiful as night, filling his sky almost as if she were the moon itself.

He tried not to gawk...it wasn't polite in the slightest, especially for somepony so decadent. Now it was no secret....well it was, that mismatch had always found the night princess beautiful since the day he saw her, but this was certainly not how he pictured their meeting, an overwhelming surprise infact. What was she doing in ponyville? Why was she so...big...as big as a he imagined a goddess should be? He shook his head snapping out of it the stupor.

Just in time to witness her eating. Eating his surroundings and only then it clicked...everything clicked. and he began to panic...

Luna, gave a brief shudder from the coldness, and arched her back in a certainly princessly fashion, she skipped where a yawn would be, instead giving a perhaps not cold, but slightly distant smile, a hint of that icecream on her top lip, which she idly licked away.

Going in for a second spoonfull she captured the larger part of the mound Mismatch was in, though, and perhaps thankfully, he slid off back into the bowl, on top of the second scoop, almost like a cherry on top if irony were allowed. The coldness numbed his body, making movements sluggish at best, perhaps nigh impossible were he buried as he was only a moment ago.

"Truly, quite divine for such a small town. Perhaps I shall give this creamery a reccomendation to my sister..."

She idly ate the next spoonful, smiling happily.

"oh jeez oh jeez"

he trembled, and shuddered, wondering why the heck his horn was being so stupid as to short out NOW of all times. Of course even if he were to yell, which he had considered doing, it'd had done him no good. His size wasn't big enough to even register as a cricket or mouse squeak. So as the spoon returned he found himself being lifted up...

"oh Luna...Princess Damnit, this can't be happening, Please don't!!" he shouted.

Though of course, it'd fall on deaf ears. The irony of using her name as an expression and her title as a pronoun is sort of lost on him as he tumbles off the mound and into the cream again... now too cold to even move.

"if she doesn't notice me...I'm...this is it."

His eyes widened as he looked up at her, and then for a moment, just a solitary moment he considered if such a sacrifice could be considered noble...before blinking and trying ineffectively to move as her voice boomed loudly, like the canterlot voice, but somehow softer, more refined, yet as gruff as would be expected of a Princess... the words less important than the sound which calm him rather than scare... he wonders how any of this is even possible.

"Lovely...!"

This was it, it seemed. The spoon heading down, grabbing the "ground" out from under Mismatch, and with him firmly planted in it this time. Breaking free from the main mass, the spoon and its contents made their way up to Luna's mouth, her not having glanced at the bowl in all this time, as if it beneath her notice, or that perhaps she has such confidence nopony would be foolish enough to attempt something, today of all days.

*Stopping for a tantalizing moment, she arched her back again, and this time did yawn, a literal breath of warm, moist air being a surprisingly cold comfort to the tiny morsel...er i mean pony.

With his fur literally blown back, the warmth both, terrifying and of course, comforting, he found himself staring down at his doom. Saliva dripping and strands of it reflected in the afternoon light. it was almost kind of amusing, just how...normal it seemed for one of such regality to be as gross a eater as anyone else. A pink monster gaurded the entrance to tartarus, and the gates... pearly and white as the moon itself. The juxtaposition of these themes, and of the comfort of this particular predator and the fear of imminent demise. It would almost be poetic... but he knew what was coming next not a scream nor a struggle had done anything on the ride up... nor would it on his ride down he imagined. He felt however briefly, if this is how his story ends, at least "I got one last literal scoop... of the night princesse's inside story"

He chuckled, he was crying but laughing and taking it in stride... Perhaps he was merely trying to find peace among it all but if he was he'd not think of it that way. As he was warmed by her breath and gazed at her maw, he almost gained an apreciation for its intricacies...he wondered if his inclusion would provide any extra nourishment, or flavour... if he was to go down unable to fight, he at least hoped his sacrifice would be somewhat worth it.

Time for him had slowed... as he looked at her lips he chuckled about how he was sure many a stallion would love to be this close to them... humour was all he had now.

Indeed he thought all this, all these idle, intrusive thoughts, reflective of his namesake. One after the other with no segues, between them. this was normal even if nothing of the situation itself was... He idly remembered how he'd escaped previous scrapes like this one... but knew none of those tactics could be used here, not even in self defense would they be worth the price. She was a practical goddess and he was just a silly 'modern' historian.

Besides... as he braced himself for the inevitable, got lost in her deep tealishblue eyes... looking off and away, there was no malice...she'd never even know.

Princess Luna's yawn having finished, her lips having smacked, the spoon brought to her lips, where Mismatch was briefly smacked by the upper lip as they came closing down around the spoon, pressing him between her lip and holding him tight as the spoon slid easily from underneath him, it was as if he'd recieved the world's largest kiss from a goddess herself! <3

Clearly she was not much of a chewer when it came to her ice cream, as she moved her tongue around, coating it and her mouth in the frozen treat, tickling the bottom of his hooves and...0h...

As he remained pressed between her mile wide lips. Luna, from the sounds she was making, was clearly enjoying some of the best icecream she'd had in a long time.

Mismatch couldn't help but sort of enjoy this, His mind at relative ease, letting it all play out, the lack of chewing had certainly did no favours toward snapping him out of whatever this blissful self sacrifice nonsense was. And when she kissed him! Though he knew she didn't truly, And then licked his hooves! he shuddered..this was an incredibly eye opening experience for the little pony.

oh. she just... .oh.

(MALE SEXUAL MOMENT AHEAD)

Mismatch snapped to and panicked trying to hold back the indecency that her innocent toungue had wrought upon him, but it was useless... and a little more cream was added to her dessert than probabbly intended, But to his credit he had tried and was feeling terrible about it.

(MOMENT ENDS HERE)

His Guilt was misplaced as it was almost certainly unnoticed at his miniscule size, the larger part of the icecream was swallowed, and she proceeded to lick her lips, bringing him in, and perhaps fortunately, caught him under her tongue when she swallowed the rest. As she went for the last real spoonful, her tongue was at rest on...what was certainly a piece of chocolate that'd melt in a moment anyway~

A few Words were spoken between this, and a head nod was felt, but nothing that'd be understandable considering Mismatch's predicament.

Mismatch, however, having been placed in a considerably less dangerous but still frightful situation. Tried his horn again. Sparks n bzzts. he sighed, alas whatever had shrunk him had also fried him. He struggled physically a bit but feeling the warmth of the slick yetvelvety toungue above him like a blanket, and the oddly silky gums beneath him he began feeling rather tired.

Yet his adrenaline and fight or flight instincts despite what his concious mind may have thought refused to give in. She still had some icecream to go so maybe he'd be caught in the next go round.. or maybe somepony speaking to her would be the perfect time for him to try and get out of this... as he found himself becoming ever so slightly bigger. not nearly noticeable.. or perhaps very ignorable, he was now still small enough to swallow whole, but also large enough to maybe fight back if need be!

and yet try as he might he remained stuck in his position.. Bathed in saliva like a chocolate chip only slightly smaller than a tooth.

For Luna, for whatever had transpired within, it didn't much slow the minty eventuality that was the last incoming spoonful. Pressed and swished and rolled around with it, having been jarred loose by the initial bite, he was at his last real chance to do anything before the inevitable happens to the icecream and to him. Still, it was quite disorienting, getting rolled around and practically licked all over by a tongue the size of a truck.

Mismatch made what he feared may be his final attempt as he proceed dizzingly toward the princess's maw, calling her name, over the sound of her breathing and distant but omnipresent heartbeat, he managed to knock on her teeth, but the resulting lack of feedback tells him it may not have even been something she felt. Curse her good dental hygiene...had she more cavities he'd be out of here fine! Just like the time with the succubi. But for now he had to rely on hopes truly just hope was all he had as he contiued fighting against the toungue to be noticed. Slipping and falling... his mind had decided to agree with his adrenaline... if they could make it out, they were going to, if they couldnt... she enjoyed him at least.

HOWS THIS GONNA END?

A. Exactly how youd think (Just Nomz)

B. With A Surprising Turn of events (silly character building...and noms)

#macro micro #microphilia #micro #macro #macrophilia #vore tw #soft vore #vore story #soft v0re #v0re #mlp fim #mlp g4 #princess luna #oc #story

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not-krys · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday: Fictober Off-Season: You Keep Me Warm

As a writing practice exercise, I decided to use one of my unused Fictober prompts (from 2019, specifically) and see where it took me. At the time, I had also watched a video about mind-mapping, to help think creative ideas through. I hadn't done mind-mapping since I was in school, so I thought I would try and attempt it for help in writing.

Then I remembered why I didn't like this method in school:

Basically, it just made a huge clusterfuck of notes that somewhat helped, but it was still a huge clusterfuckle of notes. You'll probably have to click on in /open it up to view all the notes I had there, as I'm sure that tumbly will crunch the quality of the screenshot, but trust me this boy was big.

But I did manage to settle on using the Lancelot ideas for this writing exercise. And so here's the fruits of that exercise. Regular warnings: Raw writing, not edited, cuts off in a weird place, not complete.

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Suppressing a shiver, you looked up at the moon for the hundredth time, light snowflakes falling slowly from the sky. Midnight couldn't come faster, you thought, waiting for the portal back to Cradle to open.

Was it winter in Cradle? You'd look rather silly coming back bundled up in woolen stockings and a voluminous red scarf, if it was the height of summer there. But, in your defense, waiting for midnight in the middle of winter in light linens seemed a death sentence.

Oh well, they all could laugh as much as they wanted, so long as you returned to Cradle, to him, hopefully soon.

The snow continued to fall, the entire world silent, waiting for the distant clock to strike the hour.

You hoped everyone had been well during your month-long absence. That Kyle hadn't drank too much while you were gone. That Edgar hadn't caused too much trouble. That everyone had rested and ate well. You worried most of all for Lancelot, taking on too much work and too little time to care for himself. Jonah would try to ease his King's burden, you knew he would, but there was only so much that Jonah could do, as Lancelot's Queen.

You missed him terribly, your Lancelot. How he held you with firm conviction, sworn to protect you from all that threatened your happiness, how tender his voice turned when you were alone as he played with your hair, how his cloak smelled like him and held his warmth when you curled up inside of it on nights like this, too cold to be alone.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen revolution #wish there was more to this #because it's cute #but alas #maybe another time #in another place #lol

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aslitheryprinx · 2 years

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"Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?"

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Careful What You Wish For

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The dreams have been happening for a couple of weeks now. You'd never had recurring dreams before, at least not as steadily as this one.

The genie never looks the same. Sometimes it's a mysterious cloaked figure; sometimes it's someone you know or your own reflection. Once it looked exactly like the genie from Aladdin. But it's voice is always the same. And every night, without fail, it shows up in your dreams.

At first, you think nothing of your luck. It's just a coincidence, all of these little things you wanted suddenly happening. A discontinued snack, one of your favorites, is suddenly brought back. Your class gets canceled the day of an exam, giving you an extra few days to study that were sorely needed. That game you've been saving up for goes on sale for a fraction of the price.

Everything is going your way. You assume that's the cause of the dreams. You feel lucky, like all your wishes are being granted, so you're dreaming about a wish granting genie. To think that the reverse is true would be absurd.

And then it happens.

It's been a while since you had crab. You don't live near the coast, so good quality crab is hard to find. There's that one seafood restaurant in town but... last time you ate there you got food poisoning. You'd rather have no crab than be sick from it, so you go to sleep craving seafood.

When you wake up, your arm feels heavy, almost numb. At first you think it's just asleep. When you move it, there's no sensation of pins and needles, but something is different. Something is wrong.

You sit up and throw back the blanket and- your arm is gone. Where there once was a hand of flesh and blood, there's now a hard shell. Your horror grows as you realize exactly what it has become.

The genie, you think faintly, as you test the limits of your new appendage. You can move it as easily as you would a normal arm, and you can even get the claw to clack.

The genie is real, and whatever you wished for must have gone horribly wrong.

For the first few minutes, the only thing on your mind is how to fix this, how to hide this. If you've been making wishes that affect reality in your sleep, then you can just do it again and fix whatever happened.

And then it hits you. Your wishes, your desires, have been changing the world. Altering reality around you. Sure, you need to fix your arm, but that isn't the only thing you can do.

The possibilities tumbling around your mind like clothes in a dryer, you grab your phone and pull up a search engine.

It's time you did some research on lucid dreaming.

#show and tell time #show and tell #satt #satt-prompt #satt-writing-prompt #satt-genie

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thebuckblogimo · 5 months

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Encountering "the people" is what I like most about European travel.

December 4, 2023

I rose early one morning during a recent trip to Scotland and Ireland, and from the third-floor room of our Edinborough hotel gazed down at the city's streets. For about 15 minutes I watched office workers, city employees, hospitality workers, maintainence people, students, etc., travel to their destinations in rainy darkness.

One after another, busses packed with people rounded a bend. A heavy infulx of mid-sized cars paused at a corner, then merged into traffic. Numerous bikes--many electric--contended with vehicles for the right of way. Pedestrians in waterproof gear and sporting backpacks walked with purpose in every direction, seemingly oblivious to the precipitation.

For some folks, the best thing about travel is seeing the sights they've come to see. Or learning about local history. Or visiting museums. Or marveling at centuries-old buildings.

I enjoy all those things, especially architecture. But what I love most is observing how "other people" live--whether they linger while they dine, how they entertain at home, how they recreate on weekends. Yes, even how they commute.

A few years ago while in Budapest, Hungary, my wife and I spent an afternoon with a woman and her elderly mother who shared an apartment. It was amazing to listen to their perspectives over home-baked cake and coffee.

The younger woman who operated a small business was totally supportive of her country's transition from communisim to capitalism. She loved that she was free to market, advertise and expand her business enterprise. Her mother, on the other hand, wasn't so sure about the change in systems. "The streets were safer under communism," she demurred. "There was less crime."

Thirty years ago in Mondsee, Austria, while traveling with my sister, brother-in-law and 12-year-old niece, we happened upon a small European inn. While we ate breakfast the next morning, the owner, unbeknownst to us, walked down the street to get ice from a neighboring business and presented it with a bit of flare to my niece who had earlier requested some for her water.

That kind gesture led to an interesting conversation with the proprietor about how ice, as well as condiments such as ketchup, are rarely used in Europe. Which, in turn, led to discussion about meal portions--how they they tend to be smaller in size but of better quality in many European restaurants.

While visiting the home of relatives in Zegochina, Poland, in 1984, my family and I soon discovered that there was no indoor plumbing. On a return trip ten years later, we found that a bathroom had been added, although as I recall, a hose was weirdly employed to fill the toilet bowl with water.

Learning such things, even the most mundane, is what I find most interesting about overseas travel.

Of course, one cannot always count on being invited into someone's home while traveling in foreign lands. It usually requires having contacts--knowing a friend or relative there. Such was not the case during this trip. So we did the next best thing--made several visits to a variety of pubs.

We met many types of local people, from a couple of rough-and-tumble laborers in Kilarney, Ireland, to an affluent husband and wife from Dundee, Scotland, with whom we got along so well that we could have spent the entire day with them.

Other interesting people we met and learned from included a female officer in the British Army who told me, "You have such a lovely accent"; a retired sales rep for FedEx who had traveled many parts of America and made up a song about Michigan on the spot; and the wife of a young man who I embarrasingly mistook for a boy because her hair was cut so short.

One afternoon, after checking into a Glasgow hotel, Debbie and I went down to the bar to relax and enjoy a couple of pints. Sitting at a couch opposite us were two men sipping single malt whiskey and engrossed in deep conversation. One of the gentlemen wore a bright, Kelly green sweater, starched white shirt, and bold tie. I complimented his attire as we both happened to belly up to the bar at the same time, which led to a conversation.

He turned out to be a history buff and long-time Scottish tour guide (unaffiliated with the company we used). He proceeded to school me in the great number of famous Scottish Americans, whether immigrants or their descendents, including such people as Alexander Graham Bell, Andrew Carnegie, Marilyn Monroe, Arnold Palmer and many more.

At some point, sensing that I had gained his trust, I said, "Be honest with me, when you follow world news in the papers, online or on TV, what impression do you get of America?" His reply, in a heavy Scottish accent, was instant and hilarious: "Your government is just like the U.K.'s. It's all 'fawked' up."

Yep...it's the people I like most about European travel.

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hopeididntscareyou · 1 year

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if i have the opportunity i would like to spend my day with the elderly and go to disneyland or wherever that would make them feel young again. it would really make me super happy. i always have a soft spot for older people. i like taking care of the elderly more than children. old people have so much wisdom. the fact that they lived for atleast five decades already earned my respect because i had always planned to die early. And to be completely honest, i’m sick of hanging out with people my own age. in my generation i feel like a lot of people are broken with trust issues, lacking self-awareness, principles and don’t know how to work through their issues. its been normalized to just block/delete and treat people like they are just objects to be thrown away and replaced. people act like ghosting is acceptable. in fact a lot of popular videos on youtube just teach people to become dismissive avoidants. They are forgetting that by being petty they also forget kindness, respect and compassion for others. Its like everybody's on defensive mode. i’m honestly so appalled by this culture and environment. i’m tired of all these mind games and narcissistic shit i have to play just to feel satisfied when dealing with them. It feels like chasing a high that is nonexistent, and the only happiness you could achieve is the society's standards, but not your own. In reality its just all a cycle of broken people doing broken things to each other. I am not really like that yknow? i have a big heart and a genuine love to share. it sucks not being able to be that person just because of petty reasons that don’t even matter.

actually, i just had that epiphany recently, as i’ve stumbled upon some disturbing movies i’ve seen before in my teens, which has been a very heavy process for me tbh, its like i was forced into extreme exposure response therapy, some of them were;

Women’s Flesh: My Red Guts -

Basically a hardcore self mutilation porn. Girl tortured and ate herself to death (literally) after her boyfriend broke up with her. Very gory, she even ate her insides. What the fuck. for me the disturbing part is the psychology of this person. like wow how much hatred you have in yourself to do this kind of shit and for the most pettiest reason. The fact that this movie was made is disturbing, there is no purpose in this movie other than to give fanservice to sickfucks who hates women and hates themselves. some people make jokes that she’s the ultimate girl boss, which is even more disturbing. i knew ppl who watch this are no good.

Tumbling Doll of Flesh: snuff porn, enough said. definitely not for beginners. and its japanese so its even more perverted. if you watch this be prepared to be insane for awhile. however at the time i’ve seen this i’ve already seen guinea pig series so it wasn’t as shocking to me as this is what i had expected

Angel's Melancholy - also known as the most disturbing movie of all time accdg to google results, i already made a review of this but its just basically a low quality material of all your disgusting fetishes. Mainly scat porn, urination, torture/rape involving colostomy, real animal abuse, bestiality, some other weird fetish, you name it. Faggots doing faggotry. The worst thing about this movie is how pretentious it is and trying to be philosophical in the worst possible way. This movie is nothing but a worthless and meaningless trash. An absolute waste of time.

August Mordum Underground: another disgusting nonsensical trash. Includes self performed penectomy (and having sex with the severed penis) disembowelment and having sex with some corpse’s intestines, incest, self harm, lots of rape, necrophilia, pedophilia, cannibalism, maggots, vomit fetish, etc. damn this movie was definitely a tryhard. This is the kind of movie you should watch if you're trying to lose weight. Trust me, I wasnt able to eat for days and ended up throwing up all foods i tried to eat.

Thats just a few of hundreds i’ve seen in my life and there’s no way I’m going to try to recount all my experiences with these movies.

I realized, i don’t want to watch disturbing shit anymore. Like why the hell would you want to watch these movies? This is heavy shit were talking about. You could get PTSD in these movies unless you are 100% nihilist and theres no humanity left in you. Or if you are a full blown misogynist, you would definitely like these movies. I’ve never enjoy these movies, especially now as an adult. Honestly its just some edgy hobby of mine as a teenager that used to be some kind of ‘endurance test’, with the added fact that i have morbid curiosity, i couldn't just stop. But everything I had to suffer through and how it impacted me mentally, I realized its just not worth it. I was addicted to brainstorming what these movies were trying to convey, but in reality most of these movies are really just nothing but meaningless porn for depraved, sickfucks to fap to. You think you would find some depth in these people just because they're twisted, but nope. They are just as shallow and braindead as normies. I basically wasted my energy trying to understand 'human psyche' that is absolutely worth nothing of value. And reading more about Marquis de Sade’s philosophy disappointed me even more, its just proven to me how stupid and retarded all of this is. Its just all broken people living their meaningless lives, slaves to superficial pleasure. I've never even a fan of Epicurus, his philosophy is a big delusional cope to his celibate and unmarried life and pleasure is good, suffering is bad analogy is so retarded. Life to me is not about chasing pleasure and I'm more than grateful that I've lived most of my life in pain and suffering because that honed the character that i have today.

Also, If i keep watching this sort of movies then what would that make me? Afterall, if I ever knew someone who has voluntarily watched this kind of stuff I would run away from this person VERY FAST. I don't even care if they just have morbid curiousity like I do. Some individuals out there are needed to be avoided at all cost before they even realize that watching is just not enough for them. I'm not going to participate in this sickfuckery anymore, I don’t even want to watch Terrifier 2 even its nothing as disturbing as my usual. I just don’t want anything to do with this. This recent experience of revisiting these films has been a wake up call to me, and again, its not just about changing my favorite genre of movie but also about changing other areas of my life such as my social life. I don't want to engage in this games that people play for social status and power. I've seen it all and I'm tired of it because i see it nothing more as a broken cycle of broken people just chasing a high. That is not my character at all. I reflected a lot these past few days and I realized, I can be authentic as I can be without corrupting my inner child and compromising my values

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