#i added a few tws within this ok

[octo-artist]

Hi, Iove the way you write! Since requests are open, could I request a NSFW one, please? Where Leon and female reader lose their virginities to one another?

TW: Smut (fairly vanilla), Dick Piercing, AFAB reader, Character x reader, mentions of protection

This is my first time writing smut so I hope it did an ok job at it. Sorry this took so long it’s been absolutely insane over here between storms, outages, and preparing to go to school in a month~Jade

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“Are you sure, we don’t have to if you don’t think you’re ready yet”, Leon asks looking for any sign of apprehension or hesitance, he’s alwaysbeen so considerate and sweet like that.

“Leon I’m certain, I’ve thought it over plenty this last week and I think I’m ready this time.” You state, the topic at hand being that of taking things further with your boyfriend. The first time one of you suggested sex the session didn’t go much further than a more heated makeout session, which of course was still quite nice, you just got cold feet when Leon had gone to start pushing up your shirt. Leon being the gentleman he is stopped when you’d grabbed his hand and said you’d changed your mind and just wanted to cuddle instead.

The second time was an accident, you would’ve gone further had you and Leon not gotten a surprise visit from your mother and had to hurry to get your shirts back on so she wouldn’t know what was going on and further embarrass the two of you.

This time though you’d both made sure that there would be no interruptions and you had both talked it over the couple days leading up to make sure you were both still comfortable with the decision.

Leon upon getting confirmation from you, gently cupped the back of your neck, pulling you close to kiss you while he moved to lean you back and move over you, slotting himself between your legs. After a few minutes you reached up to comb your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. Slowly you feel his hand move from the mattress and trail from your thigh up your side, gently sliding beneath your shirt to move it up and over your head, briefly breaking the kiss before diving right back in for more. You eventually feel him reach back down to shift your hips up and start grinding against you pressing his hardening bulge up to your quickly heating core. You move one of your hands from his hair to trail down his chest to do away with his top like he had yours, after which you started trailing down towards his pants to slide them off. Leon pulled back for a bit to help shimmy off his pants and help you with yours, revealing a tent in his boxers and a wet stain on your own undies.

It was at this point you both took a second to breath and realize how far you’ve gotten. Leon situates himself back between your legs before touching his forehead to yours and asking with a heavy breath, ”Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want.”

Catching your own breath you reply, “Yes, I want to keep going”

“Alright then”, he sighs as he gently reaches into your panties and begins to caress your folds and clit, his hands coarse from training with his team. At the new sensation you let out a gasp as Leon's other hand reaches up behind your back to undo your bra which he then brushes off your chest to release your chest from its confines. Continuing to stroke your opening he uses his other hand to gently cup one of your breasts massaging it and further intensifying the already present sensations. Wishing for more you buck your hips a bit to try and get him to actually insert his fingers, and eventually he does after a bit starting with one as to not hurt you, adding another and plumbing them faster when you grind against his hand again. Eventually he gives into his own temptation taking the neglected breast into his mouth, sucking on it as he continues to massage the other. Soon enough you begin to feel a coiling sensation within your abdomen, gasps having turned to moans as you thread your fingers into Leon’s hair again

“I-I think I’m gonna-” you start as he rises up from your chest to capsure your lips once more tugging on them with his teeth. You feel the coil snap and soon after he draws his fingers out and looks at them curiously. Leon looks at his hand before tentatively taking a lick, his eyes widening as he cleans the rest of them off.

You whine trying to grind up against his cock which you can see is dripping with precum and a glint from the jacobs ladder that he’d gotten due to a dare.

“Hold on dear let me get this on”, Leon teases as he grabs a small packet from the bedside table, opening it and rolling the condom onto his member, “Now, I’m asking one more time, are you sure you’re ready?”

You look at him and nod to indicate that you wish to continue.

“Alright, just let me know if it's too much and I'll slow down”, he states, lining himself up. Slowly he pushes in groaning, the stretch made you moan as he filled you up, you feel the ridging from his piercings drag against your insides. After a few minutes he begins to move slowly at first panting, quickly he begins to pick up his pace as the sound of moaning and skin slapping fills the room.

It doesn’t take long for him to start getting close, not used to the feeling as his hips snap into yours. Reaching down he begins to play with your clit to bring you closer with him, he also takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it. The combined sensations quickly bring you to the edge and with a loud groan and a scream you both come together.

Pulling out and discarding the used condom he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you close to him as the two of you drift off together with mumbled ‘I love you’s.

#pokemon x reader #reader insert #leon x reader #champion leon x reader #champion leon #Leon smut #pokemon leon #smut #pokemon smut #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #champion Leon smut #fem reader #tw smut

[leclerced]

omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg yes!! like. once she finds out, he obvs wants to keep her out of this life, but his last handler quit, and he told her that and she was like “okay but I’m literally right here, what are you talking about needing someone else for🤨🤨”

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adding read more for gen tw regarding hitman max. hes a hitman u know what to expect ok

so i was thinking more about a dif universe where they meet within the agency he works at bc they are assigned together. at first it’s light and casual, they get along well enough in the beginning. after a few shared near death experiences, they’re much closer and eventually start sleeping with each other. the first time is after a near death experience after he successfully took out a target, but unfortunately was caught and she had to save his ass. they wind up back at their safe house and hookup before they can think about if it’s a bad idea. and then it happens after every mission and they’re both really confused because they’ve never had feelings for anyone so they don’t know what it feels like until they fall for each other and its Scary.

regular reader wouldn’t know anything ab the criminal underworld and it’d be a lot to teach her ab all he does, like how to arrange secret transport and weapon smuggling. and how to kill. she would be in danger, and thus need to be able to protect herself, because she’d have to go with him sometimes and meet people who are paying him to kill. she’d have to have face to face contact with people he never wants her around, so he would never agree. worst case scenario, something bad happens to her and max blames himself bc he’s the one who brought her into the life. or she’d have to kill someone in self defense and she’d never forgive herself.

#ask #🩰 anon #hitman!max

[sugar-coated-machinery]

°˖❀Welcome to the Sweet Treat Shop!❀˖°

Hello and welcome! My name is Al! Welcome to Sugar Coated Machinery, an ask blog for some of my revamped fnaf ocs. On here my main goal is to explore their universe and have some fun interactions with y'all :D

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°˖❀General Blog CW/TWs❀˖°

As this is a blog surrounding fan characters for a horror game, there’s a fair amount of darker topics used/discussed here for backstories, plots, and general information sometimes. Some Examples of these are (but not limited to) the following:

-Talk/Mention of Death and Illness

-Slight Body Horror (pretty much reserved for animatronic characters)

-Malfunctioning Machinery

-General Events of the Uncanny Valley

While most of these are censored/get cut off, I do sometimes miss a few. Please be careful when proceeding through the blog and read through any CWs/TWs given before posts before reading!

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°˖❀Rules❀˖°

Other Canon and Oc interactions are allowed!

Magic/Interactive Anons are allowed. They’re fun!

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

Semi flirtatious behavior is OK. However, I do ask you keep yourselves classy and only aim that behavior towards characters of age (or robotic characters that present as such.)

Mun chats are welcome if kept semi-on topic of the blog. If not, I'll most likely just redirect you to my main here.

°˖❀Other Important Things to Note❀˖°:

I am a full-time student, so responses may take a bit longer/only consist of shorter replies at times.

Along with this, please keep in mind I am my own person. If an ask makes me uncomfortable, there's a high likelihood that I won't respond to it.

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°˖❀Character list❀˖°

-Charles

-Kit Cat

-Frankie

-Sweetart

-Carter

-James Baker

-Amy Edleson

*Note: Some other side characters may be added depending on how often they're brought up / spoken about. Don't be afraid to try to ask about them if you get curious! :D

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°˖❀General Lore Summary❀˖°

The Charles Entertainment Co. Collaboration Project has been active for a good couple of years, slowly building a name for itself for having fairly advanced robotics and a general aim for an entertaining experience for its customers.

Many employees are unsure of the full extent of the project past that point (or how far their roles are within it). However, when unexplained events occur and are quickly swept under the rug, one can only assume the worst.

Note: How I am thinking of adapting this to general logic for rps is treating this like an au / goofy lil crossover of sorts! The sky is the limit!

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°˖❀Coming Soon❀˖°

TBA

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I hope to talk to you all soon! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑

#intro post #pinned post #fnaf oc #fnaf oc ask blog #fnaf ask blog #fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf au #[Sweet Treats] - Character Refs #[Soaring Melodies] - Charles #[Small Chirps] - The Chickadees #[Feline Entertainment] - Kit-Cat #[Fun and Games] - Frankie #[Confectionery Tales] - Sweetart #[Sprinkled Advice] - Carter #[Security Tapes] - Mr. Baker #[Mechanical Malfunctions] - Miss. Edleson

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 4, the bet | TW language

I woke up to my alarms like usual. I stood up from under my covers and put on some leggings and one of the new shirts I had bought while shopping with Yuri yesterday. I pulled back my hair and walked downstairs to see Yuri making a pancake. He put syrup on it and sat down, it was then that I realized he was wearing an apron. I looked over and he saw me and almost flipped out. His face turned bright red and he started frantically trying to untie the knots that held  the apron together. I burst out with hysterical laughter and he got so angry I thought he was going to burst.

"STOP LAUGHING ITS NOT FUNNY YOU PIECE OF SHIT" he yelled but that only encouraged my laughter.

I finally calmed down and started apologizing to him but he just huffed and turned away. I stood up and got out a box of cereal from the cabinet along with some milk from the fridge. I sat down and ate. A few minutes later I finished and put my bowl into the sink. I started walking towards the ballet studio and Yuri followed behind me. We started our stretching and then it was hell, like always. After a very long and traumatic class we finally finished four hours later. While I was drinking water yakov walked in the door holding papers in his hand. Yuri and I looked at each other and we both knew they were the grand prix assignments. Yakov walked over and said "these are your assignments for this season."

"Y/N you will be at the Rostelecom cup, Trophée Laliquel, and skate America" yakov said looking at me.

I'll be going to the US and France! Now Im excited. "Yuri your assignments are the Rostelecom cup, Trophée Laliquel, and skate Canada. And hopefully you will both be going to Italy for the final." yakov said.

Yuri and I have two competitions in common, at least I won't be alone.

"This will be a breeze I could win this with my eyes closed" Yuri said very confidently which angered me.

"How are you so sure? I could probably get higher scores than you ever could" I said.

"Oh yeah? Well I bet I could place first in every event" he added.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Sure, like you could win anyway"

"Alright fine, the person who gets the most gold medals wins and the loser had to do whatever the winner wants" I said proudly.

"Ok bet" he said turning around and walking away.

This bitch was going doooown.

I was going to win no matter the cost. I got my bag and told yakov I was going out for a while. I think he knew that I was going skating but didn't really care. I walked out of the door and raced down the streets, I want to get in the most amount of practice time I can. The first competition we had was the Trophèe Laliquel which was in a week. I burst open the ice rink doors and throw my stuff down onto the floor infront of the benches. I unzipped my bag and took out my skates. I quickly laced them up, and then I was out on the ice. I hooked my phone up to the Bluetooth speakers and started my short program, I put as much effort as I could into it and finished it. I fixed all the things Yakov told me to fix and my program felt a lot smoother. When the music stopped I skated over to the side and grabbed my water bottle.

I felt nervous, scared almost.

I know Yuris a better skater than me, he's been doing it longer than I have and I don't know why I made that stupid bet. But I still have to try, I can't loose to him or he's never gonna let me live it down.

I took a deep breath and got back to practicing. I did my free program and it went just as smoothly as my short. I decided to take a small break and eat a snack. I grabbed my water bottle and skated off the ice. I was looking down at my phone when I tripped over my toe pick and fell flat on my face. I heard someone hysterically laughing. I immediately shot up from the floor and saw it was Yuri.

"SHUT UP" I screamed.

That only encouraged him, so I pushed him onto the bleachers. His face turned beet red within seconds, and he finally shut up. I didn't realize how close my face was to his and my face stated to heat up as well.

"Sorry..." I said sheepishly letting go of him.

"It's fine.." he replied awkwardly, and still quite flustered.

"Anyway I wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to watch a movie tonight? However that was before you decided to JUMP on me" He asked, getting slightly annoyed.

I stood up and then sat down on the bleachers next to him.

"I'm sorry! and yeah I'll watch a movie with you." I replied as my cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink at the thought.

We sat next to each other in an awkward silence

"What movie are we going to watch?" I asked

"I don't know, do you have anything in mind?"

"Ooo we could watch Dirty dancing!"

"What is that"

"It's a romance movie about this girl and guy who come from like different back, it's really good"

"Sounds cliche" he added

"Yeah but it's good" I argued

"Whatever" he said getting up and walking onto the ice.

I left my skates on the bench and headed up to the upstairs ballet studio for some off ice training. I connected my phone to the speakers and started stretching, but I couldn't help but stare out the window looking down onto the ice. Yuri was doing his program and he once again looked so beautiful. I continued my stretches but it was no use because I couldn't pull myself away from him. I decided to get myself together and  I started practicing my triple and quad jumps. I cant get distracted from my ultimate goal, beating Yuri.

#yuri on ice #figure skating #fluff imagine #grand prix #oneshots #victuuri #x reader #yuri plisetsky x reader #yurio plisetsky

[nonokoko13]

Maybe twilight needed to adopt 2 children for his mission to look like a normal family. That's when Child! reader comes in. Since Twilight is a spy, Anya a psychic, Yor an assassin. Why not have a robot child? So the reader is a robot that can change their appearance. Robot reader will look a normal 10 year old. But it's odd that Anya can read reader's min since they're a robot. I just want fun headcannons of child robot reader and the Forger family! (You don't have to do this, it's just an idea I wanted to get out of my head haha.)

I hate how much I love this idea, thank you anon, now I need a robot kid in the series and since we're not getting it I have to write about it, shame on you!/j thanks for the idea anon 💖

Sorry for the late reply, hope you like it as much as I did writing it. Did you know that the engineer Leonardo Torres and Quevedo built the first truly autonomous machine capable of playing chess in 1912 and the term "robot" was invented in the 20s? The concept per se was already around before in the ancient ages and stories like The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900) so it's no so unlikely to put a robot in the series as it may look like

I haven't checked up yet so sorry for any mistakes. If you want more like this just ask!

Forgers x robot!child reader 🤖

Tw: None. A bit long though

GN!Reader

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✧ Another day in the Forger residence went by as normal when Anya saw an ad about the oncoming Science Exposition in Berlint's Science Museum. Anya asked her parents if they could go; which both Loid and Yor agreed to, deciding they would go in their day off

✧ Tables turned when Loid had to scape of his family to do a mission once again, leaving the ladies and Bond alone with some excuse that somehow Yor believed

✧ During the event Anya needed to make a stop to go to the bathroom, so Yor and Bond waited for her outside

✧ That's when she heard something weird among all the thoughts and exit the girls' bathroom without being seen

✧ Following two men she found a back door and went in what she thought it would be a short adventure. Only a few minutes, she would be back before Ma starts worrying–she thought— just a little peek

✧ Anya entered and discovered it gave directly to some kind of big haunted store. Pa told her those were *water-houses where people keep things that aren't exposed or were *"deaf-eggtive". Weird name for a place where they don't keep water

*the words are warehouse and defective, Anya sometimes has trouble with spelling sometimes lol

✧ The little sper walked through the endless corridors until an invention caught her eye. Cute, funny kid-sized creatures with big eyes who looked as if they were asleep. They were the toys "robofriends" they had seen in the Con!

✧ Footsteps near where she was scared Anya, who hid behind some boxes. There, the men she saw before would talk about their plans without being aware of the little presence

✧ Anya finds out that within the freelancers the small group that owns the robofriends is a front to develop ilegal technological weapons. Those were the first step to create high tech weapons, including advanced robot soldiers

✧ The exposed ones were simply toys to pass the general review by the government

"Isn't it soon to sell them? I mean, some are in their early stages" "Well, these are the most functional result of all the previous works, but as long as it sells I don't care. With how much the rich spend on bullshit for their kids we'll have enough to finance our plan, then we'll sell them to whoever pays more and blame those toymakers for it" "Ok, let's take this batch and activate them before replenishing the shelves"

✧ Anya was shocked, she had to get out of there and warn Pa! But how?

✧ As they talked she saw a bunch of numbers and letters appear in their minds. That could stop the robots? Or will it be dangerous to use it?

✧ Once they disappeared Anya came out of her hiding in such a hurry that she tripped over one of the boxes, falling to the ground

✧ Not sure why, but said robot started moving its legs without standing up, just like a character when it keeps trying to walk while being stuck in a wall in videogames

✧ The noises caught the men attention, who were coming back to the place the sound was coming from. Panicking, Anya tried to shut it down; usually Bondman would have to insert the code in a secret panel –there it was!– But, it seemed like a calculator, no letters, just numbers and symbols

✧ With no options left, she wrote what the men thought in the panel, but nothing happened. Why it didn't work?!? Oh-did she has to use that phrase?

✧ After clumsily saying it... Nothing happened. DAMMIT

✧ One of the bad guys found her just when she was trying to scape. Anya screamed him to let her go when a strange metallic "Required activation code confirmed. Displaying order", followed by the man thrown against the wall, unconscious

✧ Everything happened in an instant, leaving Anya confused, only to see you standing between her and the bad guys. Are you... a good robot?

✧ The sper discovered Twilight's mission was brought by the suspicion of an illegal weapons' sale at the Expo, which turned to be true since it led him and the SSS to the group behind the robofriends

✧ All the robots were going to be retrieved but the chief pulled out a self-destruction plan, claiming that they prefer to destroy their own work and allies that let the government nor any other organization make profit of it, leaving only death and scrap behind them

✧ Fortunately, Anya could disable the self-destruction mode you had. With you telling her every step in order to do so, but oh well, let her savor the victory

✧ After a day full of action and misunderstandings, with Yor and Loid being involved in the problem, the family reunited once again. Yor had to go through the whole place until she found Anya, for which the latter apologized

✧ She hid your identity from them, fearing you would have to taken away or die. This would have been your ending if it wasn't because the creator/s underestimated their creation: they were so smart that unintentionally made you autodidact

✧ With seeing Twilight changing his face once you learned how to imitate human skin and look like a kid. Changing your high, metallic pitch was more difficult, but it was only a matter of entering through your system and play with the wires until you made up a seemingly-natural voice, piece of cake

✧ With some lies about your origin as a homeless orphan and a lot of crying from Anya her parents decided to give you a chance. Welcome to the Forgers!

Now, onto the general headcanons:

✧ Loid and Yor have several problems with you. Since they adopted you they have never see you eat, only going to the table to take your plate to your room and return it completely empty, which leads them to think you are uncomfortable when others watch you

✧ Yor is relieved that you're eating all. Furthermore, you're the only one who eats her food! And every time she asks you how it was you say it was good, which makes her really happy. Loid thinks you're either lying or you went through a malnutrition or some rough childhood and now your taste buds tolerate anything

✧ Still, when Loid infiltrated in Eden after your adoption he didn't see you with any lunch at the cafeteria or accepting other kids snacks, which started to worry him until you started buying something and go to the restrooms to eat it. He wonders what you're so insecure about, and decides he might need to give you therapy or talk about it, but at least it's a beginning haha as if

✧ Another thing is, you didn't like water, always avoiding contact with it. It seemed you just needed to get used to, because months later you were playing outside in rainy days

✧ Little they know you discovered fake human skin protect your system from water, although you are trying to find methods to make your whole armor water-proof

✧ And you seemed to not have had a social interaction in your life. It felt as if you were born yesterday, but you quickly became aware of basic social skills. Worth to say, your references were the Forgers, so perhaps you are far away from "normal social interactions"... Or anything normal really

✧ Anya thinks it's pretty cool to have a brother. At first she thought you were one of the bad guys, but then you looked after her during the "robot army arc" and she wondered if you had feelings too, which is why she thinks you are like her: both have something your species don't, that's why you understand each other so well!

✧ Whether you actually have feelings or just seem to project them it's something I'll let you to your imagination

✧ Bond likes you! It's unsure whether he gets you're not human despite acting and looking like one, you know, since he is a dog. But he is smart enough to see you "work differently", and he has your back whenever you need him!

✧ However, as much as Anya can read minds yours was one of a experience. The first time she read it she almost fainted. Your "thoughts" are an incessant thread of numbers, equations and letters that translate into actions or sentences once you talk/act upon them, but for her it's like all you think is math

✧ It makes her easier to find you when you disappear though, all she has to do is read the atmosphere. When she hears something like "3(27 – 21) = 81 – 63 = 18. 0100 0001 100110101 || 100110101 + 11010101 =1000001010" there you are! Though she avoids reading your mind unless it's necessary because she gets headaches worse than with crowds

✧ When you're malfunctioning and you start trembling they have different thoughts. Depending on the situation people may think you're nervous or scared or you need to go to the bathroom. Loid starts theorizing possible disorders or spectrums you may be developing after "connecting the dots" he hasn't connected shit

✧ Yor gets worried as well but she imagines you're different from other kids she has met and her lack of a reference from what is usual she relies in what Loid acts about it and wholeheartedly believes you are perfect the way you are. Remember she has raised Anya and Yuri, neither of them gets what common sense is like regarding a kid

✧ For Anya is either funny or makes her pity you/your parents. Nobody even phantom the idea you are a robot, except if it's as a joke, like, how could it be? there's no way, it's ridiculous

✧ And then you think this is smartest race on earth who think they would spot on an anomaly like a alien invasion or can spot transgender people from a cisgender person if they came across with one. If you have feelings you must have good laughs with humanity

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#spy x family #sxf #yor forger #loid forger #anya forger #bond forger #x reader #robot child!reader #headcanons

[shadeswift99]

Ok i saw your tags on that last post and i am BEGGING you to elaborate on your Minecraft villagers' religion/mythology that sounds amazing 

HELLO YES. I have a limited amount of time right now but let's see how much I can get through by the Power of Insufferable Nerdness

(Edit: apparently that amount is A Lot, I'd apologize for this absolute essay but I am in fact not sorry at all, woe, lore be upon thee :))) ) (there's pictures too I promise)

Okay so. Welcome to the village of Abyss. I discovered it while I was exploring the 1.18 update and I somehow managed to leave my shulker box of rockets in a cave along with my enderchest, essentially stranding me here with what I had on me until I could resupply. I could have just saved the coords and died, come back later for my stuff, whatever else, except that. The village spawned like this.

Directly next to this massive, abyssal ravine filled with impenetrable darkness. Upon closer inspection, there were only three villagers left in the place. Upon even more inspection, several of the village paths seemed to lead...directly over the edge.

Hm. I wonder where the rest of the villagers went.

The lore developed slowly as I fixed the place up and built it out more. Abyss is the "god" of the village in the same way rain falling is music - it's not, really, but the act of observing it as such makes it so. The longer a villager looks into that darkness, the more they realize that it's not just darkness: it is inhabited, made of hundreds of rattling bones and groaning once-living throats, crawling the floor of the canyon just out of view through the shadows. Together with the darkness itself those voices make a will, and that will thrives in the unknown, and the longer one spends looking out and down, the more that will can be felt and understood.

The closest building to the ravine got turned into the Church of Abyss. Inside is more of a town hall than a place for religious services - Abyss doesn't really have values that can be verbally taught - but its most important purpose is as a lead-in to the observation platforms:

Where the priests of Abyss sit and look into the ravine. There are three levels (screenshot only got the last two). A priest moves down a level when they feel they've gained enough knowledge of the unknowable, and unknown enough of the knowable, to move into a deeper space of reflection. One of the three key principles of the Abyssians is that there MUST be at least one person observing Abyss at all times.

[tw: death talk in next paragraph, stops after that]

The lowest level of the platforms is the walkway. The Abyssians believe that the greatest fate in death is to join the infinitely knowable unknown, to become one part in the collective un-soul of the mob hoards in the darkness, in unity becoming both everything and nothing at the same time. The walk is their final destination. A body will be carried there and released if a villager dies elsewhere, and a lot of people who can feel their death coming will go down there and meditate for a few days while their loved ones make them as comfortable as possible until they die. However, elder priests and people who have either achieved high honour or done a great deal of harm that they regret will walk the precipice themselves, disappearing into the forever-dark.

In practical terms for day-to-day living, there is an Abyss shrine in most households. I haven't built an example to show yet, but it is a very deep, narrow hole in the floor, dug deep enough under the house to create a piece of the same shadowy can-stare-into-it-forever effect as the ravine has. Villagers will put small offerings down the shrine on special occasions, like a birth in the family, or they'll give a tiny part of a harvest or mining haul. That way, the event or good/bad fortune can be symbolically connected to the whole and added to the depth of the knowledge Abyss stores within its unknown.

Above every household Abyss shrine is a copy of the Tome of Abyss, which outlines the three main pacts of Abyss (which if you don’t care to read six pages of my drabble, roughly amount to “do NOT light up the ravine” “Abyss is revered as an afterlife or sacred lack of afterlife” and “at least one person must be watching Abyss at all times”)

As for the motto in the back, I have a feeling that I used a slightly different translation than the common usage for at least one of these words, but I can’t for the life of me remember it now. -_- Just by running it through latin to english translation though, it roughly amounts to “Without light, without end, without fault”.

You could call Abyss a death god, or a knowledge god, or a type of void god (although it's really quite the opposite, with the Void being an entity of paradoxically absolute nothingness and Abyss being the infinite multitude and possibility contained in darkness), but it isn't really any one of those things. It's a bit debatable whether it even existed before the villagers found it, or if their observation gave it its will in the first place, but whatever it is and however it came about, it exists now. It exists, and I like it the normal amount. Yup. Definitely the normal amount. :)

#ask #village of abyss #tw religion #sort of? #anyway please feel free to ask me any more questions about abyss or the town or the world #i didn't think I had much lore in it but now that i think about it I've been passively worldbuilding this place SO much #it's so easy to accumulate random lore and wonder how it all fits together and then fit it together #while you're just chopping spruce wood or whatever #it's so fun

[twicearoundthesun]

WAIT 10,13,14 HURTS SO MUCH TOO😭😭😭

ok so here's 10. i tried to work in 13 but it got too long.... I have a bunch of requests for roommates au 13, tho, so don't worry I'll do that, and i did 14 here

prompt list, if you're curious

10. "it's okay to cry, you know" [Roommates au, tw past abuse implied]

...

Dahyun was already in bed when Chaeyoung got home. It was only eleven; her boss had let her off early tonight as the bar was kind of dead anyway. She tossed her bag by the door, popped her completely dead phone on the charger (she desperately needed a new one), and opened the fridge, digging for a diet Pepsi, but stopping as she found a takeout container with a bright blue post-it note. She plucked it out.

‘please enjoy these. Jihyo’s mother’s special recipe. - Mina’

She smiled and opened the container to find it half full of dumplings.

“Nice.” She popped one in her mouth cold as the others heated up, humming in delight. They were delicious and filled to the brim with pork and vegetables.

She carried the container of now-warm dumplings to the counter and leaned on it as she ate. She sorted through the mail pile – mainly a bunch of ads, or bills meant for previous tenants. Nothing of importance. Her eyes wandered the counter as she took a swig of pepsi.

Dahyun’s lesson plan book lay open – she’d stopped mid-compostion, it seemed, the pen laying under the next page as if she’d flipped back before giving up. She raised a brow. Dahyun wasn’t one to easily be pulled from her work. Maybe she’d gotten stuck?

Chaeyoung swung around the counter to look – it’d been the beginning of a cute little melody, an easy one that even she could sight-read. She must be working with the younger class this week.

She turned the page, to where Dahyun had left off, and found the rest of the melody blocked by an envelope. A very official looking envelope, hastily torn open and empty. She had a horrible feeling she knew where it came from.

She flipped it over to check the return address.

Kim Suseong-gu, Daegu

It felt like a rock sunk into her stomach. Her mind raced.

How had they even gotten their new address? How did Dahyuns parents know where they lived? Why were they reaching out when they hadn’t seen their daughter in nearly two and a half years – and before that, when they had, they were nothing short of awful to her.

She dropped the envelope and made a beeline for their bedroom, opening the door as softly as she could in her panic so she wouldn’t wake Dahyun.

Or rather, so she wouldn’t wake the empty bed.

Fuck.

She got back to her phone and ignored the notifications when she saw none from her roommate. She dialed Dahyun’s number in an instant, but got no answer twice.

Fuck, fuck.

She typed out a text.

‘I’m home, please call me back when you can and let me know you’re safe’

She watched it deliver and stared at the screen for a few extra seconds. Where would she have gone? She couldn’t picture Dahyun leaving the building so late at night, not with how jumpy she’d been lately, but that letter could have messed everything up; she was positive her friend wasn’t in any sort of headspace to be thinking anything through.

Out of desperation, she walked down the hallway and stopped in front of Mina and Jihyos door. She felt bad – she knew Mina woke up super early to get to the hospital most days, and their apartment was pretty quiet by ten. She knew they’d panic, too, no matter how calm Chaeyoung tried to pretend to be.

But she needed help.

She knocked. Ray barked immediately, which was odd.

Within seconds, the door opened to reveal Mina, brow creased and frown etched onto her face. She was still in her work clothes, though she must have gotten home hours ago.

“I’m so sorry to bother you-”

“She’s here.”

“What?”

“Dahyun’s with us. I tried calling you but your phone was dead. Come in. It’s okay, she’s safe.”

Chaeyoung could have cried on the spot, she was so relieved. Mina seemed to sense this and pull her into a hug, patting her on the back

“She came by right after dinner. We’d stopped by to drop off some dumplings, so she knew we were home. She… She knocked on the door and asked if she could stay here, because she didn’t feel safe alone. Chaeyoung, what’s going on?”

She didn’t know what to say for a second. A rush of emotions met her: Dahyun had gone and asked for help, which was good. Amazing, even. But the letter had obviously shaken her, and now Mina was asking questions Chaeyoung didn't have the right to answer.

“Are you two in danger?” Mina leaned back to make eye contact. “You can tell us, Chaeyoung, we’ll keep you safe.”

It was so… certain. So absolute. They’d keep them safe, if they needed it. A second of calm.

“No. I don’t… I don’t think.” Chaeyoung whispered. Then, more sure of herself, “No. We're adults."

“Chaeyoung…”

“It isn’t my place to tell you any more than you know.”

Mina nodded, accepting it with a grimace. “Okay. She’s in the spare room. She’s been there for about an hour. We can’t get much out of her, just that she doesn’t want to be alone and she – I think she must have thrown up before she left your apartment, we gave her a new shirt.”

Chaeyoung winced. Mina led her to the door opposite their bedroom.

“I thought she was drunk when she first showed up here.” She admitted.

“She doesn’t really drink.”

“Yeah. But she’s… super out of it.” Mina said the last part softly. She turned the door handle slowly, and spoke in a soft, melodic voice. “Dahyun, sweetie. It’s Mina, and Chaeyoung’s here. Can we come in?”

A bit of silence.

“She nodded.” Jihyo’s soft confirmation from within the room came and anxiety surged through Chaeyoung’s veins.

The door opened slowly to reveal her poor roommate, wrapped snugly in a big blanket, curled up on the little sofa they had in their extra room. She was still crying, albeit silently; her face was splotchy and red, her hands in fists pressing in on closed eyes. Jihyo sat a few feet away, in a desk chair, looking nearly heartbroken as she met eyes with Chaeyoung. It was hard seeing their smiley Dahyun like this, and Jihyo had never even seen the girl cry over something minor.

“She’s so scared.” Jihyo whispered. “It’s like, a massive panic attack. I can’t get her out of it.”

Chaeyoung nodded and gently went to sit on the couch next to her. Dahyun jumped when she put a hand on her back.

“Just me.” She whispered. “I’m here.”

One bloodshot eye opened to meet hers.

"Chaeng..."

“I know, Dahyun, I saw the envelope.”

Dahyun doubled over, hiding her face in Chaeyoung’s chest, allowing a terrified sob to leave her lips. Chaeyoung wrapped both arms around her.

“It’s okay. You’re an adult. They have no power over you. None whatsoever. This is just a panic attack, Dubs.”

Dahyun still shook.

“You’re financially independent, you’re stable, you never have to see them again.”

“They know…” It sounded hard to get out. “They know where we live.”

Chaeyoung closed her eyes. “I know.”

“Wh-what if-”

“They wouldn’t, Dahyun. There’s nothing in it for them to come find you. You made it clear you weren’t… one of them anymore.”

There was a poignant silence.

“I know I’m prying, but please, please tell us if you’re in danger.” Jihyo whispered. Dahyun tensed. “Whoever this is – whoever found you, we can protect you from them.”

“Do you owe people money? We can help you, just, please tell us.” Mina added. “We just don’t want you in harm’s way.”

Chaeyoung was frozen. It truly wasn’t hers to share.

“We’re not in danger.” Chaeyoung said, and she made sure she was addressing all three of the people in the room. In reality, she wasn’t sure what was going on – what could they possibly want from Dahyun? What more could they take from her that they haven’t already taken?

“You’re scaring me, Chaeyoung. One of who?” Jihyo pressed.

Dahyun took a sharp breath.

“A K-kim.” She said, shakily. “My family.”

There was silence again.

“Are they looking for you?”

“I didn’t think they were.” She whispered. “But now I don’t think they… they ever lost me. I think they know my every move-” her voice was getting choked up again, so Chaeyoung shushed her.

“Are they dangerous?”

More silence.

“No.” Dahyun whispered. “Not.. anymore. Not dangerous. Th-they can’t do anything to me.” It sounded a bit like she was trying to convince herself. Jihyo closed her eyes. Chaeyoung could tell she was getting the picture.

“Did you move here to get away from them?”

A quick nod. Chaeyoung rubbed her back.

“B-but they haven’t been a problem since, I m-moved out three years ago to live with Chaengie and her mom.” She said. “They aren’t dangerous, not when I’m not living with them.”

“Okay, sweetie.” Jihyo whispered. She shared pointed eye contact with Mina before turning back. “Did something happen? That sparked this panic attack?”

Dahyun nodded. Chaeyoung felt her dig through her sweatshirt pocket and pull out a paper – what must have been the contents of the letter. She put the crumpled paper in Chaeyoung’s hand.

‘Miss Kim Dahyun,

We regret to inform you of the passing of one Kim Yeong-ja. You have been included in the will for a total of 1,134,700.00 won. Please see enclosed check. Acceptance of this check means you confirm you will not protest the contents of the remainder of the will…’

Ice filled Chaeyoung’s veins; then something more sinister. Rage.

She stood, not wanting Dahyun to sense the change in mood, though Chaeyoung was sure she knew it was coming. She kissed Dahyun on the head and let herself into the hall, shutting the door and doubling over, hands on her knees.

Mina joined her a minute later. Chaeyoung just passed her the paper.

“Is this her grandmother?” Mina whispered. She nodded. “1,134,700.00 won? That’s... not much. And so… Specific.”

It’s so specific, it’s deliberate. She wanted to say, but the frustration, the rage, the pain was closing her throat. Her head was pounding. She thought she’d gotten her friend to safety, finally, gotten her some peace of mind and here it was falling apart around them both.

“Chaeyoung, shh…” Mina pulled her into a tight hug. “It’s okay to cry, you know. It’s hard watching someone you love go through so much. You’ve both clearly been through a lot, I don’t know exactly what you’ve both had to do, but I know you’re so strong for her.”

“Dahyun’s parents are… the worst pieces of shit to ever walk the earth. Her grandmother would have given her more than that.” She could feel tears burning behind her eyes.

Dahyun and her grandmother had had a decent relationship. To Dahyun, her grandmother’s house was a place of respite; of safety and warmth. To Chaeyoung she was another in a long list of adults who knew what Dahyun had to put up with and failed her… But she knew the woman loved Dahyun.

“You think they messed with the will?”

“I know they did.” She could barely get the words out. “1,134,700.00 is our rent, Mina. They messed with the will and they’re telling her they know everything about her, still. They know our every move. They know how much comes out of her account every month for rent.”

Mina frowned.

“Well, that’s illegal and we will deal with that when everything calms, okay?" Her voice was strong, unquestioning. "Until then, will they try anything-”

“No. They just wanted to wreck her peace. Revenge. Her mother is a vengeful little shit, blames her for their marriage falling apart – god, she was in highschool, Mina, everything turned bad and she was in highschool, none of it was her fault.”

“Shhh, I know.” Mina whispered. She rubbed her back and Chaeyoung found it calming, and a little odd to be wrapped up in such a comforting hug from someone she hadn’t known two months ago.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t home.” She whispered.

“We’re happy to help. Any time either of you needs anything, okay? You never have to be sorry. We’re here for you both.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

#roommates au #twice au #twice fic #mina #jihyo #chaeyoung #dahyun #oof very sorry #gotta start angsting chaeyoung soon #because i do have some lined up #hannieehaeee #request

[zoe-and-quinn]

Whumptober Day 13

Cold Compress / Infection / "I don't feel so good."

TW: Torture, captivity, infected wounds, blood, stitches

Alexei hated infection. The sluggish sickness it caused, the way it spread if not contained properly, how it smelled and looked and scarred.

Unfortunately, he also hated cleaning up after himself. So infection was an unfortunately common experience.

His usual procedure was to call his friend, Lee, who had served as a medic in the army and made a pretty penny off her medical knowledge, especially among the more... ethically dubious sort.

So, when he walked in on one of his works in progress and saw the red, inflamed cut on their leg, he set the oatmeal and water on the floor, pulled his phone out, and found her contact.

She, as always, made great time getting over to Alexei's house, and within the hour, the offensive limb had been properly treated and the antibiotic stored, with a yellow post it note with detailed instructions.

Lee had turned to leave after confirming her payment when Alexei remembered the morning client, and the state she had left his rental in.

"Lee, wait a sec. I've got another, I wasn't sure if I should call you about it. You mind taking a look quick?"

"You paying me extra?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Quarter of our usual added on."

"Half."

Alexei laughed. "And what if you don't have to do anything?"

"Fine," Lee sighed. "Half if I have to treat 'em, quarter if not."

"Deal," Alexei agreed, reluctantly, turning to lead the way to the rental room.

He had brought Casey back to his room pretty soon after his client was finished with him, trusting Felix to get some of the initial medical care over with. That was one of the benefits of housing permanent residents together. Along with keeping them sane, they could help patch each other up.

Judging by the amount of blood, though, some of those cuts had been pretty deep. Might as well get some professional eyes on it while it was convenient.

Alexei unlocked and opened the door, and ushered Lee inside. She found the problem right away, walking over to Casey, who was lying in his bed with some sloppy bandages covering his chest. Felix moved away from Casey's side to give her room to work.

"How do ya feel," Lee asked immediately, starting to pull the bandages off the cuts.

"Not so good," Casey groaned, keeping his eyes closed.

"No shit, Sherlock," she scoffed. "Specific answers."

Casey sucked in a sharp breath as she pulled away a particularly stuck piece of bandage. "Uh... chest is tight. Burns. 'm cold but sweaty. And tired."

"Better," she said, finally uncovering the full damage. "Ok... I'm seeing some early signs of infection, plus a few places that could probably use stitches."

Casey grimaced. He hated stitches. The feeling of his skin being pulled and pierced made him nauseous.

"Alright," Alexei said with a sigh. "Do what you gotta do."

Lee dug in her bag, bringing out disinfectant, some numbing spray, and a medical sewing kit. "So, extra half my pay, right?"

"Yes, Lee. An extra half."

She grinned, shaking her head. "You need to start cleaning your knifes better, Alexei, before your money runs dry."

"Shut up and do your job," he said, smile on his face. Lee smiled too as she threaded the needle, and before long, she was hard at work, fixing everything too broken to fix itself.

#whumptober2023 #whumptober 2023 #no.13 #violence tw #infection #i dont feel too good #whump writing #whump fic #whump #whumpee #whumptober #fic #writing #blood tw #infection tw #torture tw #stitches tw

[thefaearealwaysamongyou]

**TW transphobia, homophobia, racism, religious excuses, and political themes**

I live in Ohio, and all I've seen for the past few weeks are political ads on live TV

The problem lies within the fact that hardly any of the ads I've seen actually talk about what they're going to do, it was funny when I heard a smear campaign call super conservatives "liberal swamp monsters," but I don't want to watch live TV with my family anymore because all I hear is transphobia/homophobia, racism, and excusing it with religion. I really couldn't care less about politics by itself, but it's when we bring things that were never meant to be political into politics because for some reason we're thinking it's ok to deny people their basic human rights.

Sorry for the rant, but I have nowhere else to spill this, and I felt like a website full of LGBT friendly hellions would be the best place. Have a cute picture of one of my figurines as compensation,

[scnteria]

( alex wolff, cis male, he/him, muse b ) oh snap! is that THEODORE “TEDDY” WELLS ? they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE MISCREANT. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( affable ) but also pretty ( misguided ). they’re 22 and they’ve been living in woodstock for FOUR YEARS. it must be their shift because i totally hear RADIOHEAD blasting from the record store. 

( @volumeupdates )

hi everyone !! phew i’m so hype to be here... hello... you can call me wren ! i’m in the est timezone and use she/her pronouns. a lil bit about me: i love making playlists and my silly little lattes every morning, i have two puppies at home that i love more than anything, and i’m currently watching ted lasso and falling in l*ve with jason sudeikis and no i do not think i named teddy after ted lasso but it might’ve been an unconscious thing idk

anyway, i’m going to try not to ramble too much about my boi teddy but you’ve been warned:

sweet boy theodore ! he mostly goes by teddy. i don’t think he minds being called theodore but he DOES hate the nickname ted. sorry to mr. sudeikis

he was born and raised in chicago but his father is from woodstock. he has some distant family here but growing up, it was teddy, his mom, dad, and older brother mccartney ( mick !! )

( alcoholism, hoarding disorder tw ) teddy’s older brother was like a refuge for him in a household that was pretty tough to live in. his mother is an extreme hoarder so teddy felt pretty trapped in his own home. on top of that, his father is a functioning alcoholic who had a tendency to pick fights when really wasted. ( end tw )

teddy shared a room with mick, so that was like their little escape from it all ! but mick left for college because he’s a Smart, Good Boy when teddy was fifteen ! so he took it super hard to be living alone in this environment

( depression tw ) naturally, at that age ( and with evident mental health issues running in the family ), teddy started to show signs of depression. in an attempt to alleviate that, his fam fulfilled a lifelong dream and adopted a lil border collie pup ! ( end tw )

he realized his home wasn’t suitable for him, his mental health, or his dog winnie. he saved up money by working odd jobs throughout high school and on his eighteenth birthday, he and his pup moved to woodstock.

his dog winnie is named after his celebrity crush, winona ryder ! he absolutely carries a polaroid photo of her in his wallet because truly that is his child and god bless you if you even mention dogs around him

he got the job at high volume four years ago so he’s been around for a bit ! jerry was actually really good friends with teddy’s father, so he’s known jerry pretty much his entire life. 

( drug use and alcoholism tw ) teddy has a chronic intestinal disease that basically attacks his immune system and can be preeeetty painful ! it’s manageable ofc and although teddy would say: “kurt cobain had it too so it’s fine,” it still Sucks to deal with. he is on medication for it, though another prescription works wonders for pain too...... and that ‘prescription’ is just Weed. he smokes a lot lol and also likes to drink, both as a source of self-medication and just because ! ( end tw )

( violence and ptsd tw ) oh haha also he saw jerry get shot in an alley but i imagine he is currently going through the many phases of ptsd at this moment. very much trying to keep it together but in reality, he’s a ball of pure anxiety and could crack at any given moment. definitely going through some bouts of denial and doubt ? jerry is not only his boss but he’s a family friend and someone he kind of looked up to, so it’s safe to say he’s not Doing Well ( end tw )

ok now more about his CHARACTER:

teddy is a sweetheart. he’s got golden retriever tendencies, i’d say ! verrrry sociable, loves to be around people.

he’s pretty independent and self-sufficient for someone who makes dumb decisions and doesn’t vibe with being alone  ! he has learned to look out for himself but at the same time, he’s one of those people that make you wonder how he got this far ??

overall, a pretty great friend to have. he’s a man of his word and basically likes to make people around him feel comfortable and happy ! 

kinda charming, an accidental flirt at times. like i don’t think he realizes when he’s flirting ? he’s a little oblivious and definitely does better with people who are direct with him. like if you’re dropping hints that you like him or need him to do something, he won’t pick up on it at all lol the boy is stuck in his own little world that has karma police playing on a constant loop

walking into a shift with him means you’ll either be: entertained, annoyed, distracted, or high lol

( drugs tw ) like he has shown up to work high before and probably has smoked outside during a slow shift i’m SORRY ( end tw )

messy, messy boy makes questionable decisions because he doesn’t quite think them through. he’s SO responsible with his dog, but himself ? a hot mess

perhaps he’s not ... wise when it comes to money... i’ll leave it at that for now :)

perpetually running late and rambles a good amount

weak-willed and self-destructive ! he’s easily swayed to do pretty much anything bc he’s kind of a happy-go-lucky kind of dude. pretty much does Not say no to plans and maybe he pushes his alcohol tolerance from time to time

CONNECTION ideas !!

he moved to woodstock four years ago and i wanna say he lives alone but tbh a roommate would be Cost Effective ( must like dogs tho )

that being said, if your character happened to grow up in chicago let’s do some childhood connections ! maybe an old friend, previous unrequited crush, etc.

pls give me a favorite coworker that just doesn’t get anything done when they’re working together

he absolutely will get on people’s nerves. he gets on MY nerves. so give me enemies of any sort lol

i don’t think he’s much of a relationship guy. i could see one longterm relationship in his past so an ex is a possibility ! 

a previous one-night stand is pretty accurate for him too, but i don’t see him thinking it’s weird or anything. i see him being pretty casual with hook-ups in general, so... do with that as you will

friends ! teddy is a talker and really likes to get to know people, so i can see him having friends of varying levels lol whether you’ve spoken twice but he’s like That’s My Guy ! or you regularly see him walking his dog or you just vibe at work... truly this man will talk to a wall. the possibilities are endless

a BEST friend ! i would very much like someone that teddy spews mostly everything to. he will indeed lay his life on the line for this person lol

party-goers, fellow druggies ! this is a scene teddy OFTEN dabbles in, whether you indulge yourself or provide. >:)

could definitely see him on the receiving end of a mom/dad/parent friend kind of relationship. like that john mulaney quote GET SOME REST, TALL CHILD

okay i seriously need to stop this got so long please end me anyway hit me up here or on discord for all of the plots. i really like to get into the nitty gritty of plots so if that’s your jam, let’s make some toast, baby ! i’m SO excited to get things going !

#volumeintro #i added a few tws within this ok

[littletxt]

hello! i really love that beomgyu imagine🥺 and yes, you can expect to see me regularly on your ask then haha 😊 ok so another request:

caregiver fem reader with little beomgyu (age 3)

(sorry again if it’s repetitive because i don’t exactly know much about headspace ages so i’ll stick to one)

scenario: beomgyu decides to hang at y/n’s place but y/n has to babysit another little today. seeing how y/n treats the other little so caringly, he can’t help to teeter and feel jealous

~🌙

Hey bb!!! I finally finished your request! I’m sorry it took so long but I’m honestly thinking of doing a part two! <333 I did end up adding some other members naturally, I hope that’s okay.

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Wc: 1.8k+

TW: Swearing!! (Once)

Jealous Baby

On the morning of your day off, you got a sudden call from a coworker. He needed a favor. And this wasn't just any coworker, this guy bailed you out of multiple situations at work, honestly you could probably call him a good friend. You couldn't refuse his request. He had been selected to go on a nearby business trip for the company and his partner had been teetering and regressing more often these past few days and he couldn't risk leaving them home alone. So of course he asked you.

When you told your boyfriend he brushed it off, acknowledging you bringing your friend's little into your home for a bit. Beomgyu figured it wouldn't affect him much since you promised to take full responsibility for watching the little one. He'd just go on with his daily activities on his day off as well. Though he'd love to spend it with you alone, he knew how important your friendships were to you. He also knew that you would never deny someone in need of help, being the kind-hearted person you were.

The little boy was dropped off and hurried words of thanks and appreciation were exchanged at the door as your coworker, Soobin, rushed to make it to his 10 o'clock train. The little one looked at you with big nervous eyes, shuffling his feet and pulling his long jacket sleeves over his hands. Beomgyu didn't show much interest other than a side glance, he hadn't known it would be a little boy. He subconsciously wondered his little age, but quickly turned his attention back to his phone, scrolling through his Twitter feed.

"Hi, little one, my name is y/n. This is Beomgyu. I'm gonna be watching over you today. I hope we can have lots of fun together. Can you tell me your name, sweetie?", You ruffled his soft brown hair, thinking it was cute to see someone so tall behave so little.

"Ningie...Uhm... K-kai..", he felt unsure what you should call him. He knew his name, of course. But when he was little, Daddy always called him 'Ningie'. Beomgyu still only granted the two of you standing in front of the door another glance, recognizing that soft, caring tone in your voice that he'd only ever heard you use with him. But again, back to his phone.

"Hmm, Ningie. I think that sounds so cute! Just like you! Have you eaten breakfast yes, sweetie?", You helped him remove his jacket and hung it next to the door. He shook his head 'no'. His daddy wanted to get him breakfast but they had woken up late he hadn't found the time within the chaos of getting ready and leaving.

"I'll go make him something, you guys get settled.", Beomgyu stood from the couch to fetch breakfast for little Ningie. The tone of voice you were using was making it hard to concentrate on anything. He needed a distraction.

"Oh thanks, hun. Come on, Ningie. Let's find something fun to do. We can color and we have lots of toys that I'm sure my little wouldn't mind sharing.", you held out your hand for him to take. Which he did, less hesitant after hearing you had a little like him. Was that boy Beomgyu a little? He didn't seem little at all.

Beomgyu made waffles for the little and you somehow managed to help him eat without making any mess. Now you just had to pass the time until his Daddy came to fetch him after his meeting. You decided on using Beomgyu's playdough after watching Ningie's eyes light up, far too shy with you to ask for it himself. Your boyfriend tried not to watch how gentle and endearing you were with the boy that played with his little things. He focused on gaming instead. You hadn't even thought to ask him if using his little items was okay, Beomgyu has always been kind so you didn't think it would be a problem.

And it wasn't, nope, not a problem at all. Why would it be? That's what he told himself as he powered on his game system and grabbed his pink controller from the charger. He could feel the little one's eyes graze over him, then avoid him all together. What was that about?

When lunchtime came around you said you'd whip something up really quick asking your boyfriend to watch over the little for just ten or so minutes. The little one had gotten a little anxious and needed to borrow one of Beomgyu's plushies since his daddy, in his morning hurry, had forgotten to pack his. You figured it was just separation anxiety and not the fact that your boyfriend was growing tenser each passing hour, now even grunting in annoyance every once and a while. At the game right?

You brought out two plates, one for Beomgyu and one for Ningie. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, everyone liked those. You took special care of Ningie's, cutting off the crust and cutting it into four triangles. Beomgyu's you simply cut in half, so he could eat it a bit easier and didn't need to disrupt his gaming much.

Satisfied with your work and Ningie eating happily you went to also fetch some of Beomgyu's strawberry milk for everyone. At this point, he couldn't believe how careless you were being, completely ignoring how he felt. But he didn't say anything, he felt you should be paying attention enough to know this already. He kicked out his feet suddenly in frustration, scaring the already anxious little boy just a bit. All of these things had slipped your mind as you worked hard to accommodate Kai and do this favor well for your coworker. You knew Beomgyu liked his crust cut off and his sandwich cut when he was little, but he wasn't regressed right now so it hadn't crossed your mind.

He chomped on his food, maybe a little too loudly, but he wanted to get it down quickly so he could focus on Fortnite instead of you wiping off Ningie's face since he'd gotten some jelly over his mouth. He tapped his foot on the floor and took both plates to the kitchen for you once the little boy had also finished.

Ningie had taken a liking to the stuffie and Beomgyu's playdough so the two of you resumed play on the beige-colored carpet after lunch. Beomgyu also resumed his previous activities, focusing on trying to win first place in each match in Fortnite. But each match that passed he seemed to make more and more silly mistakes. His knuckles turned white as he firmly gripped the controller. After another 10th place, he practically growled out his frustrations, throwing his head back against the dark-tan couch.

"Gyu, you're scaring him...", you mumbled. You had never seen him like this, so tense and high strung, all over some silly game? He avoided your eyes after muttering some form of apology and starting another match.

The sound of your loving coos of praise and Ningie's giggles swirled in his head as he hunted down the last player left. They found him first getting a couple of shots in before he could build walls around him to heal. He cursed himself, how did he not see them, a giant neon banana running around with a neon green gun?! The shots broke down his wall and shot through his character, ending the match with him in second place.

Beomgyu nearly yelled, growling again as he stood and threw the controller aggressively down at the couch.

"I hate this fucking game.", he stormed off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind him. This startled both you and Ningie. Beomgyu was absolutely never like this. You'd also never seen him lose this many matches in a row, ever. It was cheesy but your boyfriend was anything but an average gamer, especially when it came to shooters. You were puzzled as you comforted the little in front of you, getting him back into a good mood by putting on a Disney movie. By the time it finished his Daddy would be there.

As much as you wanted to check on Beomgyu, he had left his phone on the arm of the couch and you couldn't very well leave a three-year-old alone. He probably needed cool-down time anyways. You heard him trudging around your bedroom, grumbling about something. Soon, you could go to him.

"Bye!! It was so nice to meet you, Ningie!", you closed the door and exhaled slowly. For the past hour, all you had on your mind was the dead silence coming from the hall. Maybe he's taking a nap? That didn't seem likely, though. You knocked on the door to your bedroom but didn't receive a reply so you peeked in to see Beomgyu laying in the center of the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Gyu?", your eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"Not now, y/n.", he spoke in a monotone voice, void of any emotion. You couldn't lie, it hurt. He rarely called you by your name.

"Gyu, sweetie...", you walked to the bed, sitting on the edge, reaching for his hand. But he tore it away quickly.

"Sweetie? Don't call me what you called him.", he quickly sat up scooting back against the headboard to hug his knees to his chest and hide his face in his arms. You were confused for a moment, but it wasn't hard to tell he was jealous. 

"Beomie, baby boy. Mommy loves you. You're my only little one. Do you understand? I'm sorry mommy was so busy today.", you did your best not to frown, your baby must have felt so lonely and neglected. He mumbled something, but you couldn't hear him. His voice was mumbled by his arms. 

"I didn't hear you, baby, look at me.", you took his hand and he lifted his head slowly revealing his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill over.

"You cut off his crust and gave him Mrs. Bubbles!", he let the tears fall and crashed his head back down into his arms. You felt terrible. Of course, it wouldn't be any different, he'd like the same things big or little. How could you not think something like this would happen? 

"Come here, baby boy.", you opened your arms and it didn't take long. He needed you. He was immediately in your arms, the cloth of your shirt fisted in his hands and soon becoming stained by his tears. You rocked him gently, shushing him and rubbing his back,

"y-you're MY mommy!", he sniffled and nestled into your arms completely, allowing himself to feel tiny.

"Always, baby boy. I'll always be Beomie's mommy only."

You spent the rest of the evening cheering up your sensitive little prince. Watching movies, snuggled up on the couch, and promising to buy him plenty of extra strawberry milk to replace the one you had given away carelessly. Eventually, he apologized for behaving the way he did, you both could have handled things better. He needed to apologize to Kai, as you apologized to him. Maybe next time Kai came over, it could be a little playdate and no one had to feel left out.

🧸End note: I’m totally thinking of doing a part two for this 💕

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello!! Do you think you could do a part 2 of my request? An maybe a lil bit of angst with fluff where the reader comes to the mansion crying because someone hurt them?( Maybe techno or dream? Possibly jack manifold? 👀) Hopefully that's ok I just love the way you write it's so good plus it makes my day whever I read :D hopefully your day or evening is going good

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imhereforfan-fic : Omg can you do another yandere tubbo x reader x yandere ranboo romantic relationship please? Maybe where they get kidnapped by the dream team? Oh and adding on to my request can it also have some cuddling towards the end haha I’m touch starved and crap lol but can it a full length fic Okay okay okay. So. I'm so damn happy people loved this fic and I got two requests that I can easily add together. I hope neither of you minds too much having your requests mixed together ^^ I deadass wanna cry from how many positive reviews I've received from Too Sweet. ALSO. I'm a little wary of making romantic fics for characters Ranboo and Tubbo so I'm gonna play with the platonic marriage, just making it really fluffy and affectionate. PS: THIS ISNT AS FLUFFY AS I WANTED IT TO BE SOOOO OOOOPS. AAAAND. TOMMY ONLY TOOK ONE OF DREAM'S LIVES IN THE FINAL DISC WAR

LIKELY TO HAVE MANY ERRORS DUE TO BAD WIFI AND LACK OF SLEEP TW: Knives (+injuries that come from knives), kidnapping, taking of canon lives, Dream being power-hungry, minor panic attack, referenced strangulation.

Part One

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Part 2

A few months had passed since you had moved into the mansion and some... How ended up involved in Ranboo and Tubbo's marriage, as well as being Michael's mother. At first, you were quite unsure about being a wife or a mother, but you saw how happy you had made the three boys and realized how happy they made you in return. In the beginning, neither of them wanted you leaving the mansion much without either of them, but then Ranboo started to notice small and minor declines in your physical and mental health. This caused him to panic and study your symptoms for a few days straight, to the point where you didn't see him once and you were genuinely scared he had lost his canon lives to the point where you kept checking your right wrist constantly for the message confirming Ranboo's death. But thankfully you never got it. When he had figured out what was causing your health to be less than absolutely perfect, he had spoken to Tubbo about letting you out of your room more often and getting you the sunlight you needed. It took a little bit to convince him, but once the goat hybrid learned that you could, or even would, become a lot sicker, he decided to allow you to go outside without them, as long as you stayed within Snowchester. You met a man the first few days you were out, who wore white glasses with blue and red lenses, and a headset with a mic, although he ran away from you the second you introduced yourself as Ranboo and Tubbo's (platonic) wife. Foolish had quickly become your friend around the same time though, which caused Tubbo and Ranboo to be a little unsure because of how he made you laugh and smile, but they noticed how you always kept him at arm's length with friendship and almost physically. Sure you didn't mind too much when he gave you a friendly side hug or pat on the head etc, but you were never really the one to initiate the contact unless you had to. Thankfully he didn't mind your awkwardness around strangers, trust issues, or lack of social exposure, so Ranboo and Tubbo didn't have to threaten a literal god. After saying goodbye to Michael for the day and putting him down for his nap, you got dressed into something more appropriate for travelling the snowy lands that Tubbo owned. Ranboo had to go to a Syndicate meeting, and Tubbo was working more on some buildings around Snowchester, saying something about prepping things to attack Dream who apparently escaped from prison? Not sure could've been rumoured or could be true? You had no clue honestly. You trusted Ranboo and Tubbo to protect you. The crackling of a few pine branches caused you to lift your eyes from the icy water below to turn your head. Walking out of the bushes were three men and one woman, pushing their way through the branches decorated with freshly fallen snow. One of the men was your crown-wearing platonic husband, although dressed up in an outfit you had never seen before, although not too far off from his normal get-up. Ranboo had a long black cape with golden edges and a high collar, held up together by a golden chain. His vest was now a deep royal purple with an eye of ender pin clasped on his tie, and his pants were half purple half black with golden designs sewn in. Beside him was a short female with shoulder-length pink hair and nicely done dark purple and black makeup. Her outfit consisted of a thick and warm lavender sweater with dark purple pants. On her hip was an enchanted netherite sword with a diamond-encrusted handle. You were quick to recognize her as Niki Nihachu, the baker who had lived in L'Manberg, but you hadn't heard much of her since the Pogtopia war. Off to the side, was a man you recognized easily as you had only seen him a few days ago when Ranboo invited him to see Michael, Philza Minecraft. His outfit wasn't too different from what he used to wear when he was a resident in the country, except for the black and gold cape and a black mask covering the bottom of his face. Then... The sight of the final male was the one to make you visibly react. A tall and buff male with a golden encrusted netherite

chest plate and a velvet red cape with gold accents as well. There was a rather majestic crown on top of his long braided pink hair and his dark eyes were narrowed behind a set of cracked glasses... His gaze pointing directly at you. Technoblade. Giving a shaky gasp, you stood up from your spot on the edge of the dock and turned to face the visitors. "Where's Tubbo," Techno growled softly, watching as you visibly trembled under his gaze. "Techno, mate. You're scarin' the hell outta her." Phil put his hand on his middle son's shoulder before stepping in front of him, blocking him from your gaze. "Hey, (Y/n), can you tell us where Tubbo is? We just have to ask him some things." "I'm here." An almost unfamiliar voice came from beside you before a hand was placed on your shoulder. When you looked over, you saw the goat hybrid with the coldest look you had seen him wear yet. "(Y/n), please, head into the mansion." Without another glance at the piglin hybrid, you quickly scurried towards the wooden mansion, faintly hearing the worried buzzing noises of your enderman husband in the distance before you slammed the large door shut. You almost ran towards your's or Michael's room in the basement, but then realized if any of them saw you heading down there, Michael's safety could be compromised. So, you quietly sat down in the living room and curled up on the couch, trying to keep your breathing stable as you fought to keep your mind off of the fact that the man who had almost killed you was standing a few feet outside the door of your home. You pinched your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying your best to simulate the hugs you would usually receive from your platonic husbands after a nightmare or a panic attack. ".../n)." "../n)!" "...(Y/n)!" With a terrified gasp, you flung your arms above your head to shield yourself from any oncoming attacker but only felt a gentle touch on your knee. It took a few seconds to muster up your courage, but you slowly brought your arms down and opened your eyes to come face to face with Tubbo, who immediately sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shaking frame. After an hour or so with your face buried into Tubbo's shoulder, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, causing you to look up and see Ranboo burying his face into your hair, "I'm so sorry... So sorry... I didn't think they would come to Snowchester..." You murmured a small, "it's okay," to him as you sat up a bit to return the hug for a few moments. Tubbo got up, murmuring something about going to get you a snack and a glass of water, knowing you must've been hungry or thirsty from panicking. After a few moments, Ranboo let go of you and briefly explained that Phil had given him some potions to help Michael adapt to the overworld, and he needed to give them to him. He rested his forehead against yours affectionately for a few seconds before turning towards the bookshelf and walking down the set of hidden stairs after opening the secret door. Once he shut it, you shuddered and rubbed your arms to get rid of the cold chill that had suddenly washed over you. Frowning slightly, you looked around for the source of the sudden cold, only to freeze as you saw the door cracked open, allowing the snow and cold wind to slip in. Ranboo wouldn't have left the door open... "Sorry kid." A deep and growly voice came from behind you, causing you to spin around and come face to face with Technoblade. The tall tusked male watched your expression go from confusion to horror in less than seconds, "It's nothing personal. Really. I just got a favour to pay off." A scream of terror escaped your lips before everything went black. "Hey, Michael!" Ranboo crouched down to greet the small zombie piglin child as he held a few potions of varying colours in his long arms, he set them and a thermos filled with a hot drink down on the table. "I got some new drinks for you to try today! Philza made them a little extra sweeter than last time." The small child squealed and made small tippy tap noises with his

hooves against the quartz flooring before he sat on the chair. He watched as his tall father sorted through the bottles carefully before uncorking one of the light red ones. Before he could pick up the small pipette, there was an almost unearthly shriek that came from the top of the stairs. "(Y/n)!" Ranboo screamed, unintentionally startling Michael, but that wasn't his main concern as he sprinted out the door then teleporting up the stairs and pushing the bookshelf door with his sword drawn and gleaming with enchantments. In his peripheral vision, he saw Tubbo dash out of the kitchen with his axe drawn and bloodlust in his eyes. Glancing around, the only thing the two men spotted was moonlight and snow spilling through the open door. Tubbo ran out without a second thought and screamed your name at the top of his lungs as he spun around, searching for any sort of sign that would give away your location. Ranboo decided to start looking around the mansion, even though part of him grasped that you wouldn't have screamed without reason. "She's gone..." Tubbo whispered, standing in the doorway, the moonlight creating a dark shadow over his wide eyes. "Footprints are leading to and away from the house, but they disappear on the docks..." Ranboo stayed still, a violent growling noise bubbling up in his throat before escaping past his lips as both his eyes turned purple. He threw his head back and took a breath to scream all his anger out, but froze upon hearing sad whimpering. He turned his head and saw Michael standing at the top of the hidden stairs, whimpering and shaking quite violently. There was part of Ranboo that refused to move, but his brain seemed to flick onto autopilot as he walked over to the child and picked him up. "Sorry... Michael... Something happened..." "Mama?" "...Mama... Won't be home for a while..." "Wake up!" A voice growled before something sharply came in contact with your cheek, shaking you awake. Your eyes shot open and came into contact with... A smiley face? "Aha... Sleeping Beauty graces us with her gaze. It's about damn time." A harsh grip landed on your jaw, making you realize there was a dull throbbing pain in your head. "Huh... Dre... Dream..?" You whispered, barely recognizing the white mask that helped destroy your home and turn it into nothing but a crater. "W-What?" His mask was lifted up enough to the point where you could see his mouth curved up into a sadistic smile. "You, my darling pawn, are just the piece I needed to make life easier for me... I just need to raise the stakes enough for them to be... Well... Stakes. I'm sure you understand." You went to move your hand to slap the gloved hand away from your face, only to give a small whine of pain as you felt a tight pinching on your wrists, making you realize that they were shackled together and likely chained to a wall. "What are you talking about you psychop- Ah!" He tightened his grip on your face to the point where you knew there would eventually be dark bruising. "I don't think you're in a position to be calling the king any names, pawn." Screams and shrieks of pain bounced off of the blank stone walls as the two people standing outside of the door put their heads down with their eyes closed. "You still sure he's doing the right thing, George? Are you still sure... He's the good guy in this story?" "You know better than to question him, Nick." "Don't call me that."

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Dream using Nightmare. Life: 2/3 (Y/n) (L/n) suffocated while trying to fend off Dream. Life: 1/3

"He just took two of an innocent woman's three lives. Just to use her as a hostage to make Tubbo hand over the nukes and to force Ranboo to follow his orders... He's a stranger, George. This isn't Dream anymore... Don't be stupid." Sapnap lowered his right arm that he read the messages off of and looked in the direction of his former best friend. The screams of agony were almost haunting as they echoed through Snowchester as silence fell down upon the entire Dream SMP. Shock slipped through the veins of everyone who read the message that appeared on their right wrists. - "I'm gonna kill him..." "I'm going to activate the nukes..." - "Techno... What did you do." "I owed him a favour. What he does after that is none of my business." - "...Isn't that Tubbo and Ranboo's wife?" "Yeah... She was my friend..." - "Tubbo's definitely not happy about this..." - "Ah... Atta girl..." Dream murmured in a mock soothing voice as he gently dragged his knife threateningly along your cheek. "Y'know... You would look better... With a smile." He leaned closer to you, the drawn-on eyes of his mask staring into your dull and tear-filled eyes as a stinging pain came from the corner of your lips. "Sh, sh, Relax... They're just shallow cuts, they won't even leave a scar. I'm not a monster." Time had passed quickly, but also excruciatingly slowly. You had no clue how long you had been down here, or how long you had been dead in between respawns. Dream just didn't seem to be leaving you alone. "Now..." He flipped the switchblade closed and threw it in his pocket before tremours shook the earth below and around you. "What the fUCK?!" He growled deeply before the door slammed open. "How did they even find this place!?" The door was blown off its hinges with a loud bang, causing Dream to duck out of the way of the flying piece of scrap. Light flooded into the room as you shut your eyes tightly, your ears ringing from the explosion. Once your eyes got a little bit adjusted, you opened them and saw five figures in the newly widened doorway. "Let's just say... It was an anonymous tip." "Sapnap?! You dare betray me?!" The black-haired male fell silent as he turned around and walked out, putting his hand on the shoulder of the tallest silhouette in the doorway as he walked by. Once you got completely used to the new light, you began to recognize the figures. Tommy, Tubbo, Foolish, and Ranboo. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo immediately ran forward and started a barrage of attacks on the masked psychopath while Foolish ran over and began to work on the chains binding you to the chair. After getting them off of you, he silently picked you up as you turned your head to look at the blond, brunet and monochrome boys. Dream's mask got knocked off and was thrown across the room as he was pinned below a growling Ranboo, whose skin looked almost purely black from your angle. Tommy was off to the side, rummaging through Dream's equipment, he already got his revenge when Dream was put into prison, this was Ranboo and Tubbo's revenge now.

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Dream was slain by Ranboo and Tubbo using Ranord

There was a clattering noise before two sets of footsteps running in your direction. Slowly tilting your head in their direction, you saw Tubbo with dark bags under his eyes and Ranboo with plenty more scars on his cheeks from tears. You were pulled from Foolish's arms and brought down to sitting on Tubbo's and Ranboo's laps, their arms completely wrapped around you. The goat hybrid was nuzzled under your chin while the enderman's face was buried in your hair. "We should have come sooner..." "We shouldn't have even left you alone in the mansion..." "I'm sorry... I should have never left the manor..."

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[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”

#I broke my write asks in the inbox in sent order for this #the prompt was just to good #also thank you to the people on discord for giving me ideas #I literally wrote this in an hour and a half at 1 am and then re-read and edited it at school #also #as I was writing this I realized that there’s no longer story for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed instead of doing the nomming #so I’ll probably do that eventually if I get good ideas or if someone sends me one #cyncerity #sizeshifter!tommy au #cynwrites #tw vore #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt

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Hey comadre! I saw you asked for a fluff request, and I came to deliver 💜 I think you might be intrigued by the idea!

Shinsou who has been bullied his whole life, with the bullying growing harsher his middle school years. When he begins his high school life in UA, he remains distant, not allowing himself for others to get close to him, and for them to hurt him, because he has developed that trauma. He then successfully transfers over to the Hero Course, and his seat partner is the chubby/curvy girl of the class. She is friendly and welcoming towards him, but he remains to give her the cold shoulder, although he saw her intentions genuine, but he still keeps his guard up. She then goes and sits with him during lunch, her explaining that she understands why he gives off the cold shoulder to his peers. She explains she has underwent being bullied herself, by her weight and such. She tells him that as time passed, she learned to love and accept herself for who she is, and offers to help Shinsou in a similar manner. To help him learn to trust people and she asks if he puked accept her as a friend. He accepts and their friendship grows, with him starting to develop feelings for her, and wants to spend more time with the person who saved him from his own troubles 💗

My heart and soul needed this, thank you comadre!💜

(I may or may not have used some of my personal experience being body shamed in here so....yeah, thats your heads up.)

Misery and Company

Emo/Himbo Shinsou x F! Reader (Reverse Comfort)

TW: Mentions of bullying, Mentions of Body Shaming, Leading on

He remembered the constant laughter that was present in his life. Everyone would assumed it was a great childhood but to him, to someone like him, it was never the paradise that it was thought to be. The laughter was at him not with him. Kids pointed their fingers towards him and blamed him for all of the problems that would happen throughout the school day.

“I didn’t do it!” As a child, he didn’t know any better. He assumed that he could scream and yell like every other kid and be listened to. He found out quickly that he didn’t get that right. The teacher quickly told him off and called his parents. They came to pick him up from school and started to ask all kinds of questions. Did your quirk go off? Why did you do it? Is it that hard to listen? He didn’t bother to try to make connections after that. Friends were a waste of time. A liability. An opportunity to suffer unnecessarily.

When Shinsou reached middle school he suffered from the increase of villain comments. His quirk became the center of attention, it didn’t matter if he had good grades or was nice to people. His quirk was the focus, always was.

“You can get away with everything you want!” He’s heard that one about a million times already. It always managed to irritate him how much people cared about what he did with it. He hated the eyes. The voices. It only made his internal monologue become aggressive with himself. The constant reminder that he was less than the others for being born with a quirk that used people. It made him want to scream his head off.

“Yeah, I’m aware. Um, can we stop talking about it now?” He wasn’t a pushover but he knew that he could just say what he wanted. He purposefully asked a question to get the other student to stop talking without using his quirk. The last tithing he wanted was for someone to accuse him of using his quirk on them.

That night, Shinsou worked on his homework at his desk. His parents were away on a work trip so he had the entire house to himself. He looked at the time and groaned when he realized it was already one in the morning. He walked into his bathrooms and looked for his toothbrush. When he looked up at the mirror, ready to brush his teeth, he couldn’t help and stare at himself. His eyes held bags under them, dark and heavy as if he hadn’t slept in days. The faint smudging of the eyeliner he put on only making his eyes look even worse. He was tired and alone. His parents weren’t there to comfort him and with his quirk making it difficult to connect with others, he had no one to speak with other than himself. He dropped his hand down and just stared at his reflection. The image became hazy as he continued to stare back at it.

His face felt warm. He couldn’t stop the river that flowed down his face. He didn’t ask for his quirk, he also didn’t ask to be born. Shinsou couldn’t stop the rattling within his chest nor the stuttered gasps as he tried to breathe. He looked up at his reflection again, this time noticing the red and swollen eyes that belong to him. That night, Shinsou laid down to sleep on top of the covers and stared blindly at the uncovered window. He vowed to never become attached again. Not to classmates, not to family, and definitely not any possible friends.

Going to UA was a dream come true for him, the ability to be closer to your heroic dreams was closer than ever, but not for him. Shinsou had to watch as the heor course students acted like entitled brats, everyone in the school bowing to them like they were some great thing. He hated watching them boast, hated everything about them, to be honest. He wanted nothing to do with them, so why did they want something to do with him?

“Uh, sorry but I was wondering if you’d like to sign this petition?” Shinsou looked up from the book he was reading and stared straight towards the holder of the voice. It was a short chubby girl with a clipboard in her hands. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer to her question.

“No thanks.”

“It’s for a local shelter, it’ll help abused and abandoned pets find a good home-” Shinsou wanted to be left alone. He sighed out loud and closed his book while rubbing his eyes, the eyeliner smudging.

“I said no. Now leave me alone.” Shinsou watched as the girl flinched at his annoyed voice.

“S-sorry, I’ll just leave you alone.” She quickly walked away from him, nearly entering a jog as she left him behind. Shinsou couldn’t help but become disappointed with himself. The girl was being nice to him and he snapped at her. She wasn’t even benign annoying, he just felt tired. He could hear how some people around him mumbled about the exchange he packed his things up and left towards his class.

He did see the girl again from time to time. He found out she was in the hero course and that she was in the A class as well. He would spot her on occasion but he did interact with her during his hero course admissions test. She wore her hero costume with pride and honestly, he had to look away for a moment, she looked like power itself. He couldn’t help feel intimidated in her presence. She didn’t come up to him yet so he had to come up to her. He intended on apologizing for his behavior a few months back, he didn’t mean to snap at her and he never found the opportunity to do so.

You watched as the indigo-haired boy awkwardly made his way towards your group. He wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes but instead focused on the floor below him.

“Hi, I’m Shinsou Hitoshi.” He extended his hand out to you but you just stared at him like he grew a second head. He felt awkward again, he was expecting you to at least call him a dick but the silence made his stomach become tight.

“Nice to meet you Shinsou, I’m L/n Y/n.” You felt bad for being quiet for too long, you couldn’t help it. He was really pretty to look at especially since he wore eyeliner that sharpened the appearance of his eyes.

“Oh, uh yeah. I um, wanted to apologize for my attitude a while back. It was rude of me and uhh, I know that saying I was in a mood isn’t a good excuse but-”

“It’s fine, I get it. I can be annoying so it’s ok.” You gave him a bright smile and a clap on the back of his shoulder.

He tensed when he felt the heat of your hand on him, he couldn’t help but lean slightly into it. His ears reddened and not wanting to embarrass himself more than he did already, he quickly pulled his mask up to cover his ears and face.

“No- yeah- I mean no, you- you weren’t annoying, I was just in a mood and it accidentally let it out on you. Sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you briefly. You just smiled at him again and got closer to his person.

“Hey, do you mind if i-” You grabbed the bottom part of his mask and pulled it down slightly, your face closer than ever before to his own. He stopped breathing as you got closer, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about his breath. He smelled like coffee and for some reason, it made him feel embarrassed if you were to found out about his dependency of it.

You reached out with your pinky and brushed some of the black flakes of his eyeliner away from his upper cheek. You blended the smudged eyeliner on the bottom of his eye out and pulled his mask up again to cover his face.

“There! Just wanted to clean up your makeup. It’s really well done, by the way, wish I could do my own eyeliner as clean as your own. Do you wear eyeshadow on the bottom lid or is it just eyeliner with you?” You weren’t mocking him for his dressing and styling choices, many of his old classmates did.

He told you about what products he uses and yes, he did use eyeshadow for his bottom lid. You just smiled at him and occasionally added what you used. He enjoyed talking to you, you were nice to him and allowed him to speak his mind. He couldn’t help but want to know more about you. Unfortunately, your conversation had to come to an end since his group was the first one up, but you both agreed to talk after all matches were over.

His second year at UA was better but he still felt awkward around everyone. Everyone, discluding Bakugou, was nice to him. You especially made it your duty to be around him all the time. He enjoyed your company but he found himself still pushing away from him at times. The constant lingering feeling of possible betrayal being prominent in all of your interactions. It didn’t matter how many times you helped him do his makeup or how many times he did your own, didn’t matter if he showed you his favorite video games to play, nor if he introduced you to his parents and had you in his room playing those same games with him for hours. He was still nervous, paranoid that you’ll stab him in the back. Scared that you’ll turn around and show your true colors. That you’ll take everything you know about him and tell everyone so you could all mock him again.

Shinsou, due to his fears, started to pull away from you. No more hanging out with him, no more doing each other’s makeup, no more eating lunch together. Shinsou ignored you every time you tried to speak with him, always turning himself away from you or being rude in some manner. It did discourage you at times, made you feel like you were back in middle school with the cute guys in your grade only speaking with you to make fun of your interests afterward. You thought that maybe he was going to be different but you guessed not. You kept away from him as you processed the situation but that also gave you the chance to watch him. You noticed that instead of sitting with your guy’s other classmates he would op to sit on his own within the cafeteria at a faraway table or somewhere else. You noticed that he not only avoided you but the rest of your classmates. He was back to how he was in his first year.

You couldn’t keep watching him be alone again, you didn’t want to leave him alone. You made up your mind and made your way towards Shinsou. He was sitting outside of the cafeteria eating his lunch while reading a book that was placed on his lap. He looked tense as he continued to read and nervous at any sound that made itself known. You felt bad for him, from what he told you about his own school experience, more of the lack of, you assumed that he was bullied for his quirk. He never used it on you and he never spoke much about it. He never gave you any details and never told you how his quirk activities, he just avoided the conversation entirely but he was always excited to listen to your own though.

“Shinsou.” You watched as the male jumped in his spot on the floor and direct himself towards you.

“Shinsou, can we talk for a bit?” He averted his eyes and began to pick his things from the floor, shaking his head as he did.

“N-no, sorry. I have to go-” You got in his way and crouched down to meet him at eye level.

“I know you have nowhere to be at. Please, talk to me for a bit.” You placed your hand on his own and stared at him. Shinsou didn’t want to meet your eyes. He didn’t want to see the disgust in them or the hatred you felt for him.

What he didn’t expect was for you to place your hand on his cheek and gently guide his gaze to your own. His eyes were wide and watery, he didn’t understand why you were being so gentle, so kind with him. Didn’t you want to be angry with him? Your own eyes were soft, a small smile present on your face.

“Shinsou, what’s wrong?” Your voice was gentle and your touch never leaving him. He took in a breath and spilled everything and all of his troubles to you. Once he finished, he was welcomed by a hug.

You pulled him into your own body and shared your warmth with him. You gently brushed his wild hair as you allowed him to cry to his heart’s content. He needed someone to listen to him, someone who would just let him talk. You were that person for him. Once he felt better, he pulled away from your person and rubbed his eyes. His eyeliner was running and smudging severely on his face. He pouted slightly at his destroyed makeup but then looked at your uniform. You had black smears all over your jacket and shirt.

“I-i’m sorry L/n. I didn’t mean to ruin your uniform.” You just chuckled and shook your head at him.

“It’s fine Shinsou, you needed to let it all out.” He began to take deeper breaths and eventually sat next to you. His head gently laying on top of your own.

“It… it was frustrating you know? I thought that I was the problem and I still feel like I am at times.”

“I get what you mean, I also had to deal with bullies.” Shinsou lifted his head and looked at you confused. You had to deal with bullies? Why? You were nice to everyone, why would anyone want to hurt you?

“I think it’s obvious as to why Shinsou.” Shit, did he say that out loud?

“Yes, you did.” You gave him another smile and took his hand. You compared him to your own. Your hand was smaller than his own but it was rounder, chubbier, just like the rest of you. You found it adorable how different the both of you were.

“I’m overweight, man. People tend to hold a preconceived idea of what overweight people are like.” Shinsou still couldn’t understand.

“So?  Why would anyone bully you for something you don’t have all that much control over?”

“Because they’re mean. It’s a power trip for them.” You began to play with his fingers, taking note of the muscles that you weren’t aware existed within them.

“I used to have a crush on this guy and for the longest time, my classmates made fun of me because of it. They always said that I was too fat for him or that id hurt him if I leaned onto him. Typical mean comments about my appearance and how I was unloved.” Shinsou began to frown and got closer to you. His body heat becoming a welcoming presence to you as you recounted your own struggles.

“Then one day he asked me to hang out with him. We ate lunch together and we spent time together. I thought he was interested in me just like I was interested in him. He once got close to my face and made it look like he was about to kiss me before reaching for something behind me. We laughed it off as an accident but I noticed the small blush on his face. I was excited.” You pressed on each of his fingernails and wiggled his fingers in between your pointer and thumb.

“I thought that this was it, he liked me back. Our school dance came and everyone was asking out their dates for it. I thought he was going to ask me to go with him but that didn’t happen. He pulled me towards him in the middle of class with everyone watching us, a lot of the other girls were jealous of me because of it.” You noticed the chipped nails polished on his nails and began to scratch it off.

“He cupped my face and pulled me closer to him. We were going to kiss.” You stopped playing with Shinsous hand. Your hand falling onto the ground limply.

“He gripped my face and pushed me away saying “Did you really think id like you? You’re such a joke L/n.” ” You pulled away from Shinsou, your hand rested on your lap instead of anywhere near his.

“I felt so alone, so gross, so….fat. It hurt but it was made worse because it was in front of everyone. Everyone saw how he treated me and made fun of me. No one did anything, not even as I ran away crying. Instead, I got comments about my weight. I got called some really mean names that day and the following. I didn’t go to my school’s dance, I didn’t want to be made fun of again.” You didn’t hear a thing from Shinsou. He just sat there looking at you like you were crazy.

“Their assholes.”

“I know.” You looked at him and smiled. He came closer to you, grabbing your hand from your lap and interlacing them in one another.

“But I don’t feel like that anymore. I don’t care is a better way to phrase it. People can have their opinions, either nice or mean. I can’t dictate that.” Shinsou scooted closer to you as you continued talking.

“But I can dictate the way I think about myself and the people I want to be around me.” Shinsou couldn’t help himself anymore.

He leaned in towards you and placed his hand on your cheek. His lips gently pressing onto your own and unmoving. You felt your heart fluttered but it quickly turned to amusement. He just pressed his lips to yours and wasn’t moving, He wasn’t moving. He had his eyes closed and pressed into you, it was beginning to bruise your lips. You pulled back slightly and looked at his face. He had his lips still puckered and his eyes closed. You giggled and quickly kissed him again before he pulled away. You on the other hand did move and deepened the kiss.

Shinsous heart soured as you kissed him back, his lips no longer hurting but feeling gently caressed by your own. He couldn’t help the small gasps that escape him nor the way he pulled you closer to him. When the two of you parted, Shinsou looked at you with sleepy eyes. He wanted this and he wanted more.

“I like you L/n.”

“I like you too Shinsou.”

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

A/n;So someone asked for smut for the perfect girl that decides she’s gonna have some fun before she dies. I’m A bit rusty. TW: sex, cursing, choking, 18+ NSFW

If you wanna read the first part it’s called perfect problem and is the last thing I wrote on here and posted...

“So where are we going?” Bethany asked as they got into some ridiculously expensive sports car. Adjusting her clothing and hair, she glanced over at Roman to find him just watching her.

Smirking his signature smirk, he turned the car on and raced out of the parking lot like he has stolen the car. “It’s a surprise.” Roman said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Eyes on the road Speed Racer! Ok well at least tell me what we are going to go do.” She whined.

“Nope. No can do princess. You’re just going to have to have a little faith.” He grinned.

“Your reputation doesn’t exactly inspire trust. No offense.” She felt bad as soon as she looked over. He looked almost sad. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m not serious.” She lied.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart...”

“Oh ho ho! Someone bounces back quick.”she jibed as she turned to look out the window. She wasn’t exactly familiar with the area so she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. There was trees, and then some houses, and then businesses so there’s no way to tell if they were going somewhere Residential or commercial.

Grabbing her phone to send out some emails, she wasn’t paying attention when she noticed the car had stopped. Looking up from her phone she made an incredulous face at Roman when she noticed that they were in front of a large mansion.

“Really?” She quipped.

“Hey Before you jump to conclusions, I’m just coming here to get into some more comfortable clothes. I can’t exactly have fun in a suit, now can I?” He got out of the car and walked around it to open her door. “You can look around or grab a drink or whatever you like while I change.”

Stepping out of The car, Bethany followed roman inside his home. “ not even gonna try that old give me a tour excuse?”

Scoffing, he shook his head no, and made a crossing motion over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

“What if that’s exactly what I wanted to do?” She breathed out as she made her best attempt at sexy. Licking her lips, and winking, she nearly cried out when all of a sudden he was only inches away from her. “You’re very fast. I hope that’s not true for everything though.”

Smirking, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling back to look at his face, she bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, as he walked them up to his room. Seeing the insecurity creeping in, He kept an eye open to watch where he was going but smashed his mouth back into hers, in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. Completely losing herself, she was startled when he dropped her on the bed and crawled over her body, pressing himself into her, making his intentions clear.

Sitting up as he straddled her waist, he ripped his shirt off, sending buttons flying, before aggressively attacking her mouth once more. Her nails dug into his bare back and he groaned into her mouth, before kissing down her neck and onto her chest.

Abruptly, he jumped off her and stood over her a moment longer than she assumed it took to take off his pants, so she lifted her head, cocking a brow at him curiously.

“Dress off.” He ordered, his smile fading.

Smiling a Cheshire grin, she shook her head no and looked up at the ceiling. Not letting curiosity get the best of her, she refused to look at him when he huffed impatiently. Even when he had stormed out of the room, and returned a few minutes later, looming over her, she refused to award his bratty behavior.

“Please take your dress off.” He finally bit out.

For a moment She pondered denying him-- and in turn denying herself. But the fact remained, she wanted him, whether contrived or genuine, She did. And She was done not doing what She wanted.

“Stand up.” His voice shocked her out of her head and She found herself standing at the side of the bed. “Good girl.” He purred, his hand brushing her back as he walked behind her and She shivered, as she turned her head to look at him. “Head forward.”

She did so, waiting for him to come back into view and see how far he’d take this little game. When she heard the bed sheets move, she fought the urge to turn around until She felt his fingers on her back, drawing letters or shapes; she wasn’t sure. Roman hummed quietly, lulling her into a peaceful calm, when suddenly he pulled her back into him. He was sitting on the bed, his long legs slightly spread and he spun her around, and placed her straddling over his one naked leg. Somewhere, somehow He’d removed his pants.

Gently he traced up her chest and wrapped one hand in her hair, pulling her forward so he could kiss her neck. Surprisingly, he bit her ... hard. Instead of pain, her senses exploded, causing her to moan wantonly, as she ground her core against his bare thigh.

When his other hand slid down her stomach, She Was almost embarrassed by how wet she had become.

“Stay still…” He said playfully in her ear as he slipped his fingers past the lace covering his goal. Plunging them within her, coating his fingers with her wetness, He gazed into her eyes lustily, as he Brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “So ready for me.”

She nodded dumbly, lost in the sinful way his tongue worked around his fingers. Biting her lip, she must of looked pitiful, because Roman dropped character a moment to chuckle and move a piece of hair behind her ear affectionately. Almost lovingly.

Unfortunately she was way too far gone to contemplate what these gestures might mean. She wanted to fuck and she wanted those fingers to go back down there, but this was Roman Godfrey. The man Was unpredictable at best, and uncooperative the rest of the time.

Roman was a predator, and predators like to chase. As much as she wanted to just throw herself at him and demand to fuck her into oblivion, she Still had enough pride to play the game.

“I knew I was right.” He growled, Standing, releasing her hair, so he could wrap his hand around her throat. She grinned, not really caring what he meant. “Now, Im going to fuck you. I’m not going to be gentle, but I’m going to make sure you come so hard that you forget your fucking name.” He smirked cockily, still holding her by the throat. “I can see it in your eyes, that you’re a fucking freak under all that polite perfection. You’ve never fucked up or disappointed anyone ever. You’re loved and respected. Americas sweetheart.... I wonder what they’d all say if they saw you right now, ready to be my little fuck doll, cuz that’s exactly what you are.” Two of his fingers dragged across her cheek, Forcing their way in her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it made her nearly mad with need. She’d never been this turned on in her life. “You have the most perfect lips.” He said as he examined the way they wrapped around his fingers, “I’m going to put so many things in your mouth.”

She sucked briefly, before humming around his digits, lightly biting them. Swiftly, he removed them for a moment, before getting a mischievous look on his face and shoving them in as deep as he could, choking her slightly. Slightly panicked, she reached for his hand, but he just tsked and Tightened his grip on her throat, before ripping his fingers out of her mouth and plunging his tongue in their place.

She really needed to breathe, but eventhough she could feel her limbs growing weak, She didn’t fight him. Completely surrendering to the most arousing experience in her life.

“That’s why I’m going to keep you.” Before She could comment or recover, he removed her dress and threw her down on the bed, standing over her a moment to look her over.

He yanked her underwear down and dove two fingers into her roughly, making her arch her back. His expert fingers were moving faster and faster, getting her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. It’d been a long time since a man made her orgasm, and she was certain, she’d never come close to this intensity. He reached down and pulled her up by the back of her neck, holding her against him like a rag doll, as he brought her closer. , his thumb brushed over her clit and She opened her mouth, trying not to scream. Her limbs started to shake, as her pelvis started thrusting into his hand, flailing about as Her vision began to blur. She closed her eyes tight, ready for the climax.

“Look at me. Look at who is making you feel this way,” he said seductively.

She breathed, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, as He quickened his pace again and added a third finger, making her buck, as she grabbed his rock hard erection, causing him to hiss, and roll on top of her.

“Patience.” He teased, pushing her legs apart. She looked in between his to see his cock standing hard and long against his stomach, a new need screamed within her, demanding him inside her right fucking now.

“What do you want?” He asked innocently, three fingers diving into her again. She closed her eyes from all the sensations, trying to get control, but she was past the point of pride now.

“Please--” She gasped. “Please.”

“Please what?” He pressed down on her clit and She wanted to kill him, but first had to fuck him. His other hand came down and pinched her nipple, twisting it and making her cry out.

“Fuck!” She screamed as he did the same to the other. “Fuck! Fuck me Roman! Fucking fuck me now or I’m going to kill you!”

He didn’t need to be told twice and She felt the large head of his cock against her entrance, before he just forced it inside her with one powerful thrust.

He was big and it took her body a moment to adjust to him, the burn slowly fading as he gave her a moment to breathe and relax herself to accommodate by far the largest cock she’d ever seen, let alone was inside of her.

Somehow it felt divine when he began to move again, and she moaned loudly, his body pressing down into her as he started to move his hips back and forth. She could feel him driving into her with solid, sure strokes as She clenched around him. His lips crashed into hers again as he pushed his hand under her ass and pulled her hips up, sitting back so he could move at a quicker pace. Setting her nerves on fire. Every inch of her body sang in extreme pleasure. His thrusts massaged her inner walls, the tension roaring through her, as he bottomed out and touched a place she’d never felt before, but the intensity made her screech.

She could feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm swelling through her but She held it back, making it feel sweeter and richer with each passing moment. His fingers dug into hips hard enough to break her bones as he closed his eyes, focusing on his own pleasure. His pace turned more erratic and She gripped him around his torso, desperately trying to hang on so they could both orgasm at the same time. Pulling him down and attempting to hide her face in his throat, he stopped and leaned back looking at her beautiful flushed face.

“Ah--ah-- ah--” He held still. “Look at me.”

She did, letting herself melt into his gaze as he started again, harder and faster than before. Noises came from her, she didn’t know She could make and his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing possessively. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her until She was right back to nearly cumming.

“Please--” It took effort to speak through his grip, but She was so close, she didn’t care if she had to beg. “Please, I’m so close--”

“Tell me how badly you want it.” He ordered, his own breath ragged.

“I need it-- please! Please, Roman!” She screamed like a desperate, shameless whore, before she exploded, tightening around him as his grip turned to a vice around her neck and somehow the lack of oxygen intensified the sensory overload to a new height. She drowned in the relentless, all encompassing sensations, that lasted far longer than She thought possible-- causing herself to completely release control for the first time in her life.

As the shocks rocked through her, she felt him stiffen and press into her as deep as possible, spending himself inside her. She couldn’t help but trip out a little about being so full of him. She’d never allowed anyone to finish inside her before.

“You really are good at everything,” he said playfully, as he rubbed his nose along hers, and held her a moment, before pulling out, and flopping down beside her. Brushing his fingers along her tight stomach, and full breasts, he decided she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

His mother was going to fucking hate her...

Perfect.

#bill skarsgard #roman #roman godfrey #my writing #smut #bill skarsgård smut #hemlock grove #perfect

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ok i agree w/ everything you said about those ladies besides, lwaxana gives s*xual pr*dator vibes and that is why i dont like her.

I can see that reading for sure and all things are subjective. I do strongly disagree, but hey, fandom is a space for that! Super chill.

to go a little more into this though, since it's not really so much about what any of us feel, but more about how we engage with female characters (and I'll use your example of why you don't like her - not to drag you, your dislike is totally fair, she's fictional, she won't mind, but just because it's a single line that kinda puts her in a box. And not a very nice box to be in, that's for sure...)

a little tw for mild references to some of the shadier writings of star trek vis a vis sexual assault and otherwise sexist and/or strange relationship dynamics

okay so you know how Riker has like. two? episodes that're suuuper shady in terms of his treatment of women and the rest of the time it's pretty chill. and he's one of my favourite characters, but I have gotta skip those episodes, because whatever they were trying to do, they Did Not Succeed - and there's a reading of him that incorporates those elements and if you do you've gotta contend with the character being quite probably someone who's assaulted women.

or how Worf at times espouses sexist shit that makes me roll my eyes outta my head and you're either gonna say "I don't fucking like this character" (and again, totally fair, I've seen people who don't Vibe) or you've gotta find a way to make this work for you if you want to explore that character - or both of those things, you can dislike a character and want to write about them

Or some of the weird shit the writers have Geordi do (which, Geordi is my favourite character in TNG, but sometimes ya gotta breathe and go "the writers are fucking dumb, the writers are fucking dumb")

or - the spiritual successor of Geordi, Julian Bashir (my favourite character from DS9 - clearly I have a Type). You've gotta go: This is stupid writing. I can make it work with my own read of the character, but first and foremost The Writing Is Dumb!

Or hell, Q - since we're talking about Lwaxana and I assume her interactions with Picard and Odo, let's not forget to mention Q, both in TNG and on VOY with Janeway - some of the more urgh-inducing scenes between Q and Janeway are, I think, meant to be charming and funny? And I'm a massive QCard shipper here, okay, I actually vibe so hard with him as an alien who doesn't get shit about boundaries (this mostly with Picard, with Janeway I have gone: "Hm. This doesn't feel good" a fair few times).

or how the writers of DS9 had Garak be in a very uncomfortable relationship with Ziyal, who was a teenager, then not a teenager within much too short a span of episodes (and actress changes)

or Quark. Remember the episode in which Quark tries to get Kira's likeness so he can put it in a sex-fantasy roleplay that she did not consent to? or how there are two cold opens where his female employees are told they have to sleep with him to keep their jobs

or like... Neelix (okay, I am not a fan of Neelix anyway, but for people who are fans, there are times when you've gotta wonder what in the heck the writers are thinking - not the character, the writers)

what I'm trying to say with the post I wrote is that this same graciousness isn't offered to female characters - especially female characters of colour, but in the case of Lwaxana

she's older, she's an ongoing female guest star, she's very (sometimes uncomfortably) sexual towards especially Picard and for a short while Odo, before they become really good friends.

she's also in-text several times in positions in which men are trying to control her (the episode where she gets kidnapped, the episode in which the guy who's married her is a misogynist) and she uses or tries to use her "wiles" to escape these situations.

She's really more of a faded beauty who's putting a pressure onto her daughter (in a rare interesting, complex, fraught mother-daughter dynamic that I loooove) and refuses to let go of the past, because (and here we get into my read, but mildly supported by canon) it's the only way she seems to have learned how to be loved and have relevance. She's terrified of letting that go, because where does she go next, without everything that's defined her? which is why her final episode with Odo is actually so powerful to me.

Picard is never threatened by her in-text. He's not massively fond of her (at first, she grows on him... like a mold), he would prefer to avoid her, but he's not in a powerless situation here. She undoubtedly makes him uncomfortable at times in a way that - like some of the above examples have made me go "mmmmokay" but certainly not the worst example of this in the writing.

With Odo I also don't like how some of her interactions with him go in the first episode they're in together. But once they're friends and you see how easily she accepts him ("I can swim" is always going to be one of my favourite little chuckle lines) that no longer applies. He clearly likes her and enjoys her company. There's something incredibly lifelong platonic partners in their easiness with each other.

You can argue in both cases (and argue well) that there are scenes that are kinda sus. But there are lots of scenes that offer you depth of character. She's not one-note. She's got off moments.

Some of these guys (and others - I haven't watched as much TOS and Voyager so I don't want to misrepresent anyone, but I feel sure that Tom Paris has made me squint once or twice + I've not seen Enterprise yet) have whole episodes that make me shudder.

It's really - within this fandom for sure - open how we interpret characters and I'm not saying anyone needs to read Lwaxana like this or change their minds and like her.

The point of the post is not to say you have to like any of these characters. Or even to say you have to engage with them regardless of how you vibe or don't vibe with them. It's just... I have listened to several up-until-then-enjoyable deeply analytical podcasts where at some point one of the (guys... always guys... I'm guessing white) makes a sneering comment completely dismissing their value within the series.

My point is that Lwaxana (since we're on her) has value as a character within the Trek universe. She added something important. She's not everyone's cup of tea, but it's a big series, we're not all guaranteed to like everyone.

and in the original post I used "shrill" and "cringy" on purpose, because those are descriptors I've heard. And they are absolutely rooted in misogynist dismissals of female characters no matter what shape they take (Keiko, Lwaxana, Michael, and Ezri are radically different from each other and yet all easily brushed aside regardless of screentime, personality, show, age, role/job).

I'm not making points about having to engage with or like characters. I'm just saying we need to be aware of how easily we specifically look down our noses at female characters (and specifically female characters of colour - apologies, this was just because we were talking about Lwaxana, but some of the shit I've heard about especially Michael and Keiko have made me want to bang my head against a wall... or other peoples heads against walls... you know, for a nice change)

so how much sympathy or analysis of behaviour is afforded to female characters vs their male peers. What judgements are we making and how do they compare to our readings of their male counterparts?

sidenote: I hate using male and female about star trek, my brain is just like "why anyone gender? why do this? you're in space? there are aliens? y'all can't chill with the binary for two fucking seconds?"

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#lwaxana troi #tng #ds9 #voy #st: tng #st: ds9 #st: voy #star trek disc horse #I don't want to make statements on TOS or Disco guys - I HAVE seen them I just don't rememberrrr too much #i have entirely avoided any and all opinions by white cis dudes on adira and gray btw because I have F E A R #they're not female characters tho but like... tangentially I'm thinking hooboy about them as well #anon just wanna reiterate I'm not telling you to change your opinion or feelings about her