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hawnks · 2 years

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pairing : pro-hero shouto x reader

rating : explicit

my fic for the @mybigbangacademia collab with art by @king-bito

warnings : explicit content, oral (fem-receiving), consensual collaring (fem-receiving), shouto chooses what reader wears a few times, minor dom/sub dynamics, drinking, mention of arm injury, mention of minor foot injury, food consumption, references to anxiety, yandere-adjacent todoroki

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As a member of the Todoroki clan, Shouto knows better than anyone all the vile, base, and impulsive things he’s capable of. Too bad you’re something of a lightning rod for every possessive instinct he’s ever had. What’s worse? You don’t want him to stop.

chapter one (wc 13,000)

chapter two (wc 7,800)

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #mind the tags #hi hello hi #i've just had one of the busiest weeks of my life ajkhgkaerhgaerg; and THEN my office flooded and i lost a ton of paperwork; and THEN #i got food poisoning <3 #lads we are out here STRUGGLING #link is ao3 only sorry :(#please leave a kudos if u make it all the way through this hot mess <3 #twas a labor of love hehe #ok kiss kiss it is 4am and i am off to sleeb #zzzzz #zzzzzzzzz

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pyropiano · 3 months

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Pardon the misplays, I'm wearing gloves full of lotion and they are NOT making this easier, BUT: Shakey and out of season as it may be, I can play all of One Summer's Day now!!! Might try a less fucky version with a less fucky piano.

#Pyro's Piano #pyropiano #I'm not maintagging this until I've got a GOOD video though #if you find this anyway #hi hello hi

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spaciebabie · 6 months

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I feel like trying the fluster thing. Less of a fic and more like s-pov (spacie point of view) bullet points ^^ *So let's say you for what ever reason you are harboring Springtrap in your home.

*Maybe he's still a child killer, maybe he's not. You're not really sure. You just know that he was pathetic enough with his begging that you let him into your home.

*Trust isn't earned easily. You initially don't like having your back to him and he tries to lighten the mood by telling you stories about his business adventures.

*The two of you end up talking a lot as time goes on. You end up buying little puzzles and contraptions for him because you know he likes solving things and he makes your house look nicer for you; picking flowers, vacuuming, doing laundry.

*Minus the smell of mildew that's permeated your house since he's been there, the house hasn't looked so spotless. And the games you play with him makes laughter fill the home.

*One morning you're groggily making yourself breakfast after having a really shitty day at work, the previous day, and for the first time you feel fuzzy old arms wrap around your shoulders, and a weight hang against your back. You don't push him away.

*"You should rest some more. Go on. I can take care of this." You just nod as you feel hot breath against your neck and you slip out of his loose hold and go "relax" in the living room. You didn't relax because you were internally screaming about being flustered.

*Soon you were initiating little touches with him. Holding his hand during a sad part of a movie. Hugging him when you get home. Leaning your head against his shoulder when your tired but don't want to sit down yet.

*In turn he'd pull you in on the couch while you watched tv together. He'd brush your hair out of your face and behind your ear; staring at you a little too long before with drawing his hand from your face. Putting his hand on your knee as he listened to your work stories intently.

*Then one night, it was extremely stormy. It made the house creak and moan like the world was determined to pull it off its foundation. You both couldn't really sleep being too nervous by the storm. You don't know who offered or who asked, but the two of you snuggled together in your bed.

*Springtrap holding you close to his chest like he's holding the only thing that can comfort him. You holding him because it's nice to be wanted.

THE END ^^

oh my god

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puzzlekinq · 1 year

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from the back for hours til his desk snaps in two

#edward nashton #hi hello hi

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angeart · 11 days

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ANGE you're worrying me with those post additions -🎀

whaaaaaaat there's nothing to worry about at all <3

>:3c hehe

#ange answers #i'll admit there might be a smidge of angst in there #mayhaps #maybe #possibly #ribbon anon #HI HELLO HI #<3

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featherstcnes · 5 months

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popping in to offer a tiny plotting call ! if we haven't interacted before and you want to talk dynamics or you just want to chat about our muses, like this and i'll pop in your ims !

#* ⟢ ━━ the stars and the moon. ( ooc )#hi hello hi

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kayandp · 6 months

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Uh... hi everyone!

Wow, BONES has gotten some legs this year, eh? Thanks so much for the tremendous amount of lovely feedback and sharing y'all have done - I am always interested to hear what people interpret the story being about, or what it means to you.

If you're new to following me, hello hello and thank you double! My name is Jackie, I make comics and illustrations and lots of other things. On tumblr I post just about everything art related, but if you're interested in ramblings or following me on other platforms, please check out my carrd which has all the relevant links - including my ko-fi if you feel like being particularly generous.

For other comics I've done, Kay and P is the story of a girl who's best friend is a skeleton - but no one can see the skeleton but her! Jus completed a few years ago, this mammoth webcomic hovers in the 1000 page range, so buckle up for that one.

My other webcomic is The Adventures of Lady Skylark, which is a sky pirate adventure romp about the lovely Lady recapturing her stolen air vessel from her sneaky first mate and getting embroiled in some dispute over an artifact. This one is a much more modest 200ish pages, ha ha.

Once again, my sincere thanks. If you have any questions or asks, feel free to shoot them my way! (And for those of you pondering, yeah I'm thinking of making a print run of BONES - I'll keep you posted! Im in the middle of a huge freelance project right now so it might be a hot second.)

#about me #hi hello hi #this has all been such a surprise and I love it thank you #this comic is pretty personal so its amazing for it to resonate with so many people in different ways #kayandp #jackie musto

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richardgrimes · 1 year

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a ready made family

“Chris?”

From the couch, he turns his head in Eddie’s direction.

“Yeah?”

Eddie walks up to the couch, sits on the coffee table, and takes a deep breath.

“You don’t think I’m mad at you for telling Ms. Reid Buck’s your dad, do you?”

read on ao3

(this is super short but i imagined a conversation between eddie and chris and i had to write it)

#buddie #buddie fic #HI HELLO HI #911 fic #buddie fanic #911 fanfic

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mythicalartisttm · 3 months

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Poyo poyo

i can't PASTE AN IMAGE ON THIS BROWSER APPARENTLY so imagine I'm aiming back @ ya

#tm answers #hi hello hi #if I was still into l/oz I might've made a speedrunner lonk gimmick account to go with you guys #gun

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caramelmochacrow · 3 months

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wow. watching the maji love 1000% mv for peaky's cover changed my life.

#crow talks #hi hello hi #im awake?#did i say that..... idk.

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oh-aliens · 1 year

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Forced to Behave

Suit!Saeran x reader

This is the follow up to a fic I wrote in 2020 lmaoo which you can read HERE I actually finished this awhile ago, but I kept forgetting to post it here... oops. Check it out on Ao3 if you like! Somnophilia again and drugging bc... suit Saeran lol nsfw obviously

It had been a rough day. You had fought him especially hard that day. Despite the long months that he had kept you, sometimes it all got to be too much. You weren’t his perfect, numb little doll all the time. Sometimes, you would find your fight hiding somewhere deep inside you and it would burst out of you no matter how horrible you knew the punishment would be.

Saeran knew how to take care of that little streak of defiance. He would stomp it out as many times as necessary before you learned. He would make sure you knew that there was nowhere on this godforsaken Earth that you belonged. Nowhere but at his side.

You had fallen asleep hard after he forced the Elixir down your throat. It had burned terribly and left you shaking as the fever-like symptoms set in. Saeran liked you better like this. All pained and compliant. Absolutely pitiful.

He had let you crumple into a ball on the floor and only moved you to the bed once he was sure you were out cold. He hummed as his hands wandered across your sleeping form. Your breathing was labored and you had broken out in a cold sweat.

“Aww, poor little toy~” Saeran cooed mockingly at you, a cheshire grin stretching across his face. “You’re sweating so much… I’ll have to take your dress off for you.” He moved his finger along your collarbone until he reached the spaghetti strap barely holding up your little black dress.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You don’t mind, do you darling?” Saeran laughed, sounding almost manic. He knew that even if you did wake up, your limbs would be too numb to really move away from him. It would also be several more hours before you were able to string competent sentences together.

You were caught in the spider's web and even if you were able to force yourself into waking, there would be no escape for you. No, you had long since accepted that the closest you would get to freedom, would be the unconsciousness the Elixir provides you. The uncomfortable floating through darkness, unseen hands grabbing you and contorting the body you could hardly feel through the cotton clogging your brain. You could even hear him talking to you. No amount of drugs would ever grant you enough distance from his voice.

Saeran began the slow and almost reverent process of undressing you, finally slipping the thin straps from your shoulders. Your skin was cool under his fingers, even as sweat dripped into your clavicle. He swallowed dryly as your breasts were slowly revealed to him. He would never admit it, but his hands trembled as they moved to caress your chest.

He groaned as he felt your nipples harden into tight peaks under his palms. “Aren’t you a perfect toy,” Saeran pinched your nipples, drawing a choked gasp from your lips. “Already responding so sweetly for me. I bet your little pussy is making a mess all over the bedspread.” A positively feral grin was plastered on his face as he watched your body tremble underneath him.

You were breathing shallowly and your face was contorted in pain. Saeran felt a thrill run through him as he watched you. He leaned down to lick up the sweat that had pooled between your breasts. He moaned at the taste of you and moved to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. He could feel your chest heaving as he bit down on your nipple and his hand went to abuse the other one.

Saeran finally released your abused nipple, only to pepper piercing bites across your chest and down your stomach, following the descent of your dress. He panted over you as he got your dress over your hips, revealing the silk black underwear he had selected for you. Saeran sighed happily at the sight.

“You look so much better in black, Princess.” He said, feeling the delicate material between his thumb and forefinger. “I know Ray likes to put you in pink and frills, but we both know that black suits you best.” Saeran pet his hands down your hips, finally ridding you completely of your dress.

Saeran brushed his fingers against the tops of your thighs, unwilling to take off your underwear just yet. He wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to savor you. His mouth watered as he thought about tasting you. Unable to help himself, he pushed his face into the apex of your thighs, breathing in the scent of your sex.

He shuddered violently, rivaling your own feverish tremors. “ Fuck , you smell too fucking good for a useless toy,” Saeran growled, pulling your panties to the side to feel your wetness directly. Your underwear was drenched, if not completely ruined. He tsked at you, “I’ll have to punish you for that, Princess ,” he spat the nickname at you, his finger swiping through your soaking folds. “I knew you would be making a mess of yourself, but don’t worry. I’ll always be here to clean up my disgusting little toy.”

Saeran chuckled dryly as he leaned in to place a sharp bite on your thigh. He sucked the meat of your leg hard and worried it between his teeth to give you a large hickey. Your leg flinched involuntarily, but Saeran just wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you firmly in place. “Oh, no Princess. You aren’t going anywhere.” He said, pulling you even closer to lick lightly at your clit.

You moaned at the contact and you could feel your consciousness brimming to the surface, but you were unable to break through. The waking world was pressing in on you from all sides, your eyelids so heavy you couldn’t bare to force them open. Your limbs were slow and numb, they felt as if they were filled with lead. But every touch from Saeran sent fire shooting through your veins, a fire you could not escape from, only endure.

Saeran’s fingers teased your entrance, barely pressing his fingertips inside you as he continued to flick his tongue across your clit. Your hips bucked suddenly, forcing his middle finger to sink into your waiting heat. He groaned, feeling the way your muscles tightened around him. His brain was flooded with images of you, split open on his cock, clenching so tightly he could not move unless he wanted to blow his load far too quickly.

Saeran was painfully hard in his dress pants and as much as he wanted to take his time, he was running out of patience. He moved his finger in and out of you slowly, not wasting much time before adding a second. The slight stretch forced a choked groan from your lips and Saeran responded by sucking your clit harshly. Your hips stuttered and he could feel your heartbeat thumping in your pussy as he crooked his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Unable to wait for another second, Saeran forced his face away from your intoxicating sex, his fingers still knuckle deep inside you. “I know you’re close,” he said, leaning over you and brushing his lips against yours. “But I don’t want you to cum without me. After all, I’m the only one who should get to play with my toy.” He sounded out of breath, but that didn’t stop him from forcing a kiss to your slightly parted lips.

Saeran forced his tongue in your mouth, exploring every possible inch and leaving your own taste to sit heavy on your tongue. He worked frantically to pull his dripping cock out of his pants as he fucked you faster with his fingers. Once he freed his dick, he abruptly pulled his fingers out and swallowed the little whine you let out from the loss.

“I know,” Saeran moaned in response to you. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill up your greedy little pussy.” He said, lining up his cock to your dripping entrance. He thrust his hips sloppily, forcing his prick up through your folds to nudge at the underside of your clit rather than immediately pushing inside you. Saeran stayed like that for a moment, moving back and forth slightly to spread your wetness all over the head of his cock.

Your mouth dropped open, breathless moans barely escaping your throat. Your eyes were still firmly shut, but your reality was a shifting, undulating, living thing. If you were able to speak, you would have begged Saeran to just get it over with. Your body thrummed with restrained energy, and your consciousness floated somewhere between waking and dreaming, unwilling or unable to fully break into reality.

Finally, Saeran guided his throbbing cock into your waiting heat. He inched forward into you as slow as he could stand, still wanting to savor the moment. You felt hotter with the Elixir in your system and he knew it was because of the low fever you were running. It only made you all the more addicting to him. Your sleeping face, dewy with how much you had been sweating, he had never seen you more beautiful.

Saeran gasped once he was hilted entirely inside you. “Ah, Princess, you’re fucking perfect like this,” he grunted, grinding into you as deep as possible. “All loose and pliant for me. The perfect little toy for me to play with.” He punctuated his every word with a powerful thrust, forcing pathetic, almost wounded-sounding moans from you. The noises you made only made him harder and pushed him to an almost frenzied state.

“Damn, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Saeran mumbled as he licked the pad of his thumb and brought it down to rub tight circles around your clit. “But you’re going to cum with me, like a good toy, aren’t you? You wouldn’t dare disappoint your master now, right, Princess ?” He spat the words at you, but only increased the pressure on your abused bead of nerves.

You could feel your lungs seizing up as your orgasm approached. The pleasure felt sharp on your frayed nerves, almost like it was cutting you. In your mind's eye, you tripped head over heels on a knife edge, the sharp blade cutting into the soles of your feet. Saeran gripped your hips in a bruising hold, and the knife skinned you down to the bone. Everything hurt and you anticipated the final push over the edge nearly as much as you dreaded it.

Saeran folded himself over your trembling form and bit deeply on your collarbone as his orgasm exploded inside you. The bite had starbursts exploding behind your closed eyelids, causing your body to jackknife off the bed without your permission. Your pussy clenched around Saeran’s cock in a merciless grip as you milked him for all he was worth. Your own orgasm forcing you further into the blackness of unconsciousness, too tired to fight the uneasy sleep it forced you into.

Saeran panted on top of you, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself from resting comfortably on you. He pushed himself up and carefully pulled out of you. His cum began to slowly trickle out of you and he methodically fixed your underwear to prevent it from moving any further. The thought of you waking up hours later only to find the sticky mess he left for you, made his spent cock twitch with interest.

“Don’t say I never give you anything,” Saeran said, a tired, ironic smile played on his lips as he pressed his fingers to your covered clit. “Maybe I’ll even give you another orgasm before you wake up. Wouldn’t that be a lovely treat for my useless toy?” His nearly manic laughter echoed around the room and you couldn’t do anything but accept his gifts.

#saeran x reader #saeran choi #mystic messenger #fanfiction #fanfic #mine #hi hello hi #im still alive lol #pls enjoy my smutty fanfic <3 #i came out of retirement just to deliver this to you #also happy rat wednesday 🐀

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