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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward.

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

“Big Red <3”

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him.

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on.

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss.

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests.

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped.

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree.

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.”

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?”

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him.

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure.

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out.

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit.

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks.

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.”

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock.

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.”

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker.

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours.

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp.

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years ago

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Thinking about SSMH Max Mayfield—

Obviously the Upside Down isn’t a thing so that isn’t what brings the group together

Instead Max meets Robin because they are neighbors in the little trailer park. It’s a strange friendship, but Robin ends up taking Max under her wing after a night when her mom got particularly drunk.

In return, Max has taken care of Robin before too. On a lesser level, but when her weirdo neighbor trudges past her trailer one morning, beaten and dirty (unbeknownst to her, it’s because of a rough full moon), Max offers some first aid help

They skate together sometimes too. Which is to say Max skateboards and Robin spends half the time falling on her ass

Max meets her other friends through Robin when Lucas and the others come to the video store. Robin encourages her to talk to Lucas and is super supportive of their relationship. (They’re her “favorite straight couple” until they both tell Robin they’re bi)

Chrissy is the first to know about Robin’s lycanthropy, then Steve. Max was the third. It was Robin’s senior year and Max’s freshman year when Max tried to visit Robin and couldn’t be shooed away by Chrissy before she watched Robin transform. Her reaction? “Cool.”

Billy is a werewolf, but Max doesn’t know this. He also hates her friendship with Robin.

Max spends her sixteenth birthday with Robin after a very ugly argument with Billy. On her way home, she’s attacked by a werewolf (Billy, though it’s not a full moon, his anger allowed him to shift)

Robin hears Max’s screaming (werewolf hearing) and tries to come to the girl’s rescue, but she’s too late and Billy is gone. She takes Max home and helps treat her wounds and tells her everything will be okay and it’s only a 1 in 10 chance she’ll even turn

That said, they spend the first following full moon together with Chrissy, at the tattoo parlor instead of Robin’s home in case Billy comes looking. Unfortunately for Max, she is the 1 in 10 and she’s forced to shift. Robin comforts her the best she can as she goes through her own transformation. They’re very lucky to have Chrissy who does a little magic to ease the pain and keep them both calm

Robin teaches Max everything she can about being a werewolf and Max agrees to stick around with Robin on full moons. She jokingly calls Robin her mom and Robin maybe cries about it

Robin helps Max tell Lucas and El because she’s scared they’ll hate her. Lucas is super sweet and El thinks it’s cool. Robin notices the extra tension between the couple and El and does a little meddling to try to get them to all confess. (They figure it out on their own a week later and Elumax happens)

Max’s werewolf form has unnaturally red fur like a fox or maned wolf and a lighter snout and paws, with darker freckle like spots. Golden eyes are a trademark of all werewolves. She’s smaller than average because she’s not an adult. Full grown werewolves can stand 7-9 ft tall, she stands just over 6 ft

Bonus, when Nancy comes into town, Chrissy and Robin are both extremely careful to protect Max’s identity because ofc. They pack bond without even knowing it (because even Robin doesn’t know much about being a werewolf other than things she’s taught herself) as well as bonding with Chrissy, Steve, Lucas, El and Eddie. Nancy is shocked how well Max hides it.

Max is also shocked at the weird protectiveness and loyalty she suddenly feels toward Nancy until she realizes how hopelessly in love Robin is to the point that she’s been accepted into the pack bond and now Max teases her about it endlessly

The pack bond is like a supernatural connection that mostly just helps werewolves recognize friend vs foe when shifted, so they feel extra protective and affectionate toward their pack, and there’s almost a supernatural sense of when one of the pack is in danger

#sapphic senate monster hunter au #werewolf robin buckley #werewolf max mayfield #I just love Max #Ronance are her moms no doubt #but first it’s just Robin being a cool big sister/mom figure #lo rambles #Robin Buckley #max mayfield

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winns-stuff · 2 years ago

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Hey !I read your "10 pm thoughts" and thought there would be something to add .Ya know it's funny, because when people critique the gender role of women being insanely short/curvey being extremely followed through with in lore olympus, or just the body inclusivity of the characters in general , fans tend to immediately start defending the comic by using athena ,hestia etc as an example, but there's something else that they can't seem to notice, and that's the fact that there is NOT a SINGLULAR ....SIGNIFICANT MALE CHARACTER (comedic one time stand-ins do not count,sorry) that isn't barrel-chested, 8 ft tall with a 600 pack and a jaw line that can cut through the koohinoor diamond,whilst the generally lacking body diversity amongst women can be backed up by a limited number of characters , the diversity for male characters is practically non existent.Where are all the short men? Lanky men?chonky men? Androgynous men? Bearded men?The characters may be gods and therefore expected to fit the "perfect specimen" BUT the artists and sculptors who depicted the gods did portray them differently , Look at apollo ! A queer god(whom rachel also made insanely stereotypically straight ) who's been depicted as feminine/androgynous multiple times!!!! I really wanna see rachel's model sheet reference,because I am CERTAIN she uses the guy from the gigachad meme .

Anyway,Hope life's been treating you well, would like to hear your opinions and take your time while responding:) byyee✌🏻❤

aaaahh!! one of my faves has arrived again <3 but thank you life has been treating me well, I hope it’s the same story for you! I have to agree with you though I hate that there’s no real representation for the guys in this webcomic, I’m tired of them all looking like they hit the gym 24/7 and they’re just copy pastes of each other. I’ve said this before but one thing I absolutely (used to I guess) love about Thanatos was his lanky frame, he stood out so much to me because no one really uses a lot of skinny men or at least the media I consume doesn’t include them at all! but as soon as season 2 came in and they changed him I was so disappointed, I hate that everyone is just fine with the men being changed into a certain way but not the women. can you imagine if someone made Hestia or Athena skinnier and curvier like Persephone?? everyone would be outraged (which is completely understandable cause I would to) but because it’s the guys there isn’t much care for it. after the next season and the seasons after that, all of the mens body types changed and I genuinely felt like it took part of their personality and something that made them so lovable in the first place, they were literally shells of themselves and that upset me greatly. but yeah, we need more representation for all men I’m tired of this weird “the more attractive man has a six pack with a thousand muscles and blah blah blah” because it’s like saying they’re more desirable that way which is a theme for a bunch of characters in this damn comic. but yeah all men are attractive and worthy of being seen so there should be more rep for that. also another thing I’d like to add cause you brought it up briefly is how the fans defend Persephone being short and curvy, a lot of them try and say “short and curvy adults exist” and “i’m short and curvy and I exist” as an argument whenever anyone would critique just how short and over sexualized Persephone was in the early (and still going on now..) seasons and I understand that people like that exist in the world but we’re talking about Rachel making this design so childlike and innocent, “pure” if you will because there’s a bunch of purity culture going on LO, just so she can put that very design that not only resembles a child but acts and thinks like one too in various sexual situations where her boundaries are broken and she’s powerless or not even aware of what’s going on. I feel like the whole thing is really disgusting, mostly because there are times where I see myself in Persephone whether it be mindsets or just casual speaking and interacting and it probably has something to do with her still being 19 which I genuinely believe is barely legal and still scientifically deems you a child, and yet no one bats an eye about it and in fact they encourage it to happen more without any context… the way Rachel decided to make Lore Olympus is more terrifying than what it was supposed to be but there’s never not gonna be a time where I’m not deeply disturbed.

anyways, thank you so much for putting your thoughts I agree with you on everything and I enjoy answering your rants. I hope you enjoyed my take, got a little long there, and I really hope you have a lovely day/night/evening and if you ever want to make more messages and rant you’re completely welcomed to do so <<3

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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cmkamren · 2 years ago

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ionno if ocs interests anyone in this place but I’m gonna just post like once or twice about this character—

this is Mila, ma was an imp and her dad was this 7 ft tall slavic man, Mila is ≈6 ft🧍‍♂️ (her dad saw her mom in her impish form first and boom, fell in love with her on the spot as she transformed into someone more intimidating and pinned him down, threatening his life. Mf was like ‘whoa you’re pretty’ and the rest was history)

Mila is a bit of a morally grey character, def kinda an asshole. Has manipulative tendencies and isn’t against using her transformation abilities to aid herself in getting what she wants (and has done so many times). They’re also a questioning lesbian, most of her partners have been women and she mainly feels attracted to women (booba) but has been attracted to men before too. Either way, they don’t have much of a filter (unless talking to someone they’re trying to get with) and will gladly describe to you in detail about her latest shit

last one is prolly directed to all the mcd guys (except for logan, dale, dante, n pretty much all the taken guys. Mainly, mainly directed towards garroth cause he like gets 0 bitches and won’t (prolly can’t) flirt)

After this, just gonna be lotta general stuff for them. I’ve never been given the opportunity to talk about her yet so ngl some ideas for her are prolly just general ideas and completely not fleshed out yet, just tryna make her make sense a lil n have fun with her :)

Childhood (0-15/16)

their ( parents + Mila) relationship was never abusive. But it wasn’t supportive either, they thought she (a child lolzies) could just fend for herself since the village they lived in on the island believed that they would always be protected by the warrior that fights against the Warlock (Travis’ mother I believe). Growing up, they always knew the place they lived was fuckin’ weird

like, even just her own existence was weird to them. Why were they able to become someone else entirely when dad can’t do it? Can he do it? Or has he just never shown them? And why does mom always have to look like… not herself? Even though she had so many questions, her parents would never answer and just give her the same generic explanation that people were just different. Sure, that was true but like— elaborate pls

Either way, she doesn’t really despise her parents. Kind of forgot about them after she left the island at like 16 as a stowaway. Honestly doesn’t know if her parents cared or not

they provided her with the bare necessities to survive (food, water, shelter, warmth, etc.) and let her deal with the rest. I think that’d also be the reason why she doesn’t want to settle, they don’t know the first thing about raising kids. Def thinks they’re goofy n funny though, shes the type to look at a kid and go ‘i can take candy from them’ and then watch as they cry. Only to stranger’s kids tho, they’ll probably be more sympathetic towards kids of friends

“Present” Mila (period where mcd takes place, after timeskip ig?? I confused my own timeline)

Speaking of friends, her best friend is like this raggedy homeless guy she found in an abandoned farm. He had a green bandana around his neck he refused to take off, and one day while visiting a village she decided to get one for herself so they matched bandanas. It’s like a friendship bracelet thing. Apparently the guy had kids at one point and it belonged to his daughter

Mila always made fun of him for being like 40 years old. Even though they’re just 8 years apart, he’s kinda like a dad to her, trying to be the voice of reason but also kinda on the same wavelength of stupidity as her sometimes (I need to design him gr)

also lived in O’Khasis at one point. With her scraggly friend. She encountered a rookie of the Thieves Guild trying to steal something from… god knows where in O’Khasis and tried to have some fun with it, transforming herself into an O’Khasis guard and forcing the recruit to show them the way to their base. At first, the Boss was fooled but quickly saw through her scheme, her mannerisms were too lax, plus they didn’t even seem to be trying (which Mila was kinda)

after getting found out, she revealed herself and tried to sweet talk her way out. And maybe steal something too (there were a lotta shinies and she loves shiny things okay. All her stuff are stolen goods)

in the midst of it, their first interaction ended off with this:

Boss: can’t believe you have the gaul to still steal something after threatening one of our thieves and trying to make fools out of our guild.

Mila, hoping to try to distract her from beating their ass: you better believe it. I’m afraid I just have that natural charm, people lay their eyes on me for even a brief moment and I’ve already stolen something tender and valuable from them; their heart—

Boss, points at the oblong outline in their pants: unless your genitals look like a handheld mirror, I think you should run.

and she did. Mila ran and ran, back home where their friend immediately scrunched up their face in disgust as she pulled out an object from her pants

Relations with main cast

basically none.

the only interaction she’s had with the main cast is interacting with Travis when they were kids. I’d think they were both pretty lonely, and would find each other to play games with until one day Travis just stopped coming to the village outskirts. Mila wouldn’t recognize him immediately if she saw present him, but with enough time she’d remember. Travis probably wouldn’t remember, he was 6 then and Mila was 10

Though if i did want to make her more involved with the main cast, they’d come in around the time O’Khasis is invaded by T’ula. When they heard the news of ships even bigger than O’Khasis had docked and hadn’t left in like a day, they were already packed and about to leave. Like shit bro, she could smell that trouble from a mile away cause usually traders left after a day, and they didn’t have fucking canons on the ready

I have more ideas but im fucking exhausted

im tired it’s 3 am i can’t type anymore

#kamdoodles #kamdraws #oc #minecraft diaries #mcd #minecraft diaries oc #digital art #kamtalks #a loot of talking #wip #travis valkrum #is mentioned #aphblr #aphmau #mila gusev

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kamipyre · 2 years ago

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AND AND 📝 + Yong, if possible (feel free to skip any of these; have a fANTASTIC DAY, FERRE!!)

instead of suki rambling u get ferre!! ( ft. meta time��with @theimpalpable )

send me “📝 + A Character” for me to go all out about the relationship between my muse and that character!!

okay so when I think of these two I think of mellow giant ( bc yong is a tall birb ) with chaotic gremlin ( bc suki is short in comparison to at least all of her friends so far….she needs to find shorter friends really 🥲 ) BUT ALSO…it’s because based on what we’ve plotted for these two so far and also from my understanding of yong ( so far- do correct me if I’m wrong tho!! ), he’s not the kind of person to necessarily get riled by the small things UNLESS it’s hurting someone he cares about. ( this is why suki’s here- so she can complain for him…she has enough salt and pettiness to complain for both her AND yong JFKSLJF ) So in this case, I would like to introduce u to this image….bc it?? Screams them?? KINDA??

But back to them!! I love that suki is perpetually confusing yong with her thoughts 24/7 and how they’re almost opposites in how suki is just go, go, go, and yong is more chill, mellow again might be the right word?? Like I wouldn’t necessarily say he’s completely go-with-the-flow, but it’s more like…he’s a warm sunny day by the the river…peaceful. A breath of fresh air, even and especially for someone like suki, who is almost always on her toes out a. habit but also b. a necessity since her job is very demanding and not to mention her coworkers are very similar to her in that they are also….go-getters. yong is very nice if not NECESSARY change for her pace as since he’s lived for a long while ( at least by human years ), he’s probably seen and experienced a lot…also just that he tends to wait and think things through first before making a decision…something that suki decidedly does not do more often than not JFKLSDJFSL but also as I’ve said before, she doesn’t’ make friends easily so when she makes someone, pls know she is clingy af….alexa play ‘never gonna give you up, never gonna say goodbye’ JFLKSJDKLFJS

on yong’s end though, I hope that suki provides him with a certain…freshness to life again? Like of course he has his sibling and someone he’s crushing on BUT also suki is well…u see her, someone who very much would kneel to the side to smell the roses even if she’s seen it for the nth/ someone who would take a moment to look at a lizard bc she?? Wants to and needs no other reason to do so :’D basically, what I’m trying to say is that suki might give?? yong a little variation in his life as she is quite unpredictable….good thing yong is more than happy to follow along FJKSLDJF

but also i love the irony in their friendship how yong is the chosen one of a korean phoenix, which still means he does have the motif of fire and then there’s suki….with a severe pyrophobia AND YET?? They still get along SO WELL :D I think that also comes with despite having different demeanors, they do share some crucial traits, like how they both aren’t incredibly open about their respective histories and traumas ( did I mention I’m gonna KICK THOSE PPLS BUTTS BTW; WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO SWEET TOL’ BIRB D-:< ) and how they both have unique habits ( ie. Suki- the paper thing, yong- clicking pens ) to cope with stress….it’s in that sense I like to think suki can relate to yong even if she doesn’t necessarily know a lot about him….

Honestly, when I think of yong, I think of a hearth fire- true it’s still fire, but it’s also controlled and tranquil, the kind of fire that suki these days is more comfortable and when she begins to really push to overcome her pyrophobia, the kind of fire she practices her exposure with….but also pls consider!! Suki asking yong to use his powers around her when she starts looking to overcome it bc he’s got the most access to fire AKA he can also turn it off, BUT ALSO when those mean people come back trying to find yong pls know suki is more than willing to get in front of yong bc even if she is a pipsqueak and DEFINITELY not the most physically intimidating, is she going to try and fite them?? yes absolutely ( but also pls consider on a lighter note, suki getting worked up at least once and trying to fite someone….only for yong to hold her back by the back of her shirt JFKLSJDLF )- she’ll probably break her hand in the process but anything for her friend, okay?

as for her discovering he’s a superhuman��well she’s seen pretty weird ( ie. See ace attorney trilogy ) so if she can handle spirit world shenaganians then while it might take some time, I think she wouldn’t be too surprised…if ppl can talk to the dead, then why not everything else as well?? I do think she would try to see where the intersections of the supernatural and science can be applied as well ( ethically, of course )….

As for where they can go….well I was thinking about her cinders verse and therefore her BLACK KNIGHT VERSE and just…if you’re okay with this, but yong being one of the ppl she confides in when she initially quits the lapd?? But also in her black knight verse, not her meeting up with yong occasionally for lunch and just maybe?? The two of them talking about the same person ( ie. The pigeon man ) but knowing him by a different name JFLSJDFJKL

#theimpalpable #theimpalpable ( yong. )#tbt ( ft. yong & suki )#( alex!! thank you so much for this one too!! ;-; )#( apologies for getting to it late BUT ALSO I HAD...A LOT OF THOUGHTS TOO :'D )#( not these two being birb friends..... but is young suki's impulse control?? probably!! )#( but also pls have a wonderful day and we absolutely do NOT have to go with any of this....and if I've misinterpreted anything about )#( yong here do let me know and I will fix it :D )#( queue. )

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aaesuki · 4 years ago

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haikyuu characters as childhood friends

characters: kenma + kuroo, kageyama, yamaguchi ft. tsukishima, ushijima ft. tendou, oikawa ft. iwaizumi

cw/tw: spoilers!!!

Kenma + Kuroo

Kuroo is an ass

Would totally make you wake up at 5 am to go bother Kenma

Made you prank Kenma with him too many times

Kenma paid you to prank Kuroo back because, again, Kuroo is an ass

Many multiplayer video games

Sleepovers!!!!

Not getting enough sleep because Kuroo will never shut up

Kenma’s already knocked out though

Kuroo won’t stop reciting the periodic table of elements so now you have it memorized for life

At least you get help with chemistry?

Dying Kenma’s hair!!

Kenma is nice(r) to you because you don’t nag him like a certain someone

Begging Kuroo to help with homework

Once y’all are grown up and (slightly more) responsible adults, both of you occasionally raid Kenma’s house

Mans is rich af, who wouldn’t

“Kenma, why do you have a projector, you already have a tv”

“Kemna, why do you have three switches”

Messing with Kenma’s consoles and his personalized characters so now they just end up looking like randomized characters

Kenma will yell at both of you

Angry Kenma is terrifying

He may have hit Kuroo in the head with a controller once

You get the best gifts

Kenma and Kuroo are so rich aionfsoifnd

How much was your watch? Maybe a couple hundred

Your friends think you have a sugar daddy

Nah your friends are just capitalists

Kenma probably just lends you his credit card on his birthday

Kuroo facetimes you at 5 am so you can pick his suit of the day

Kageyama

You are Kageyama’s Google

“How do you compliment someone?”

Tells you about his day

“I think Oikawa tried to give me a high five but Iwaizumi stopped him for some reason”

You bring him to the supermarket to try out new milk flavors

He still thinks regular milk with 2% is best

His older sister bets you guys will get together

His grandpa too

Drank spoiled milk once

“Why does it taste sour?”

“Tobio, the milk is spoiled. Throw it away”

He refuses

Gets a stomach ache 10 minutes later

Yamaguchi ft. Tsukishima

Mean girls 2.0

Tsukki would definitely know you like Yamaguchi before you even found out

Tsukki bullies the both of you, but you both know he loves you guys <3

Sometimes you talk back to Tsukki and then it’s just half a day of petty insults and jabs

Birthday gift exchanges!!!

Tsukki doesn’t give any effort

It’s just always a pair of $1 earbuds or some random plushie he saw at the convenience store

“I wasted no expenses in getting your gift”

“Tsukki, didn’t these come free with you dinosaur collection”

“Like I said, no expenses”

Yamaguchi on the other hand spends weeks on thinking about gifts

Drags Tsukki to the mall with him

“Dude just get them some chocolates or something”

“What if they’re allergic to chocolate???”

“You’ve been friends with them for 8 years. I think they would tell you if they were allergic to chocolate

You guys used to bully the other kids at the playground

Who wouldn’t be afraid of a tall ass child

Akiteru loves both of you so much

Many, many baby pictures

Ushijma ft Tendou

Scary tall child asking you to play volleyball at an ungodly hour

When his dad leaves, you don’t complain though

If it’ll help him get his mind off things then you would do anything for the big baby

Baby Ushijima is adorable but so blunt

Has made you cry at least 6 times

A polite baby

Mans has absolutely no embarrassing childhood stories to tell for some reason

You are constantly competing with Tendou for the title of best friend

“Both of you are good friends”

“Wakatoshi, we’re asking who you like more”

“I like both of you”

“I do not see a point in competing for friendship”

“Wakatoshi no-”

Tendou sees you giving Toshi a hug (and squishing your face into his tiddes)and jumps in

“Group hug!!”

Goshiki also wants a hug from Toshi

Is vv nervous though

Tendou sends chocolates to you and Toshi once every two weeks

The three of you eat them over facetime

Oikawa ft. Iwaizumi

Just like Iwa, you always know what Oikawa’s thinking

When there’s that little scrunch of the eyebrows, just smack him over the head and tell him you’re proud of him

Gives at least half of the chocolates he got from fangirls to you

Sometimes you bully him with iwaizumi

“Iwa-chan stop hitting me- WHY ARE YOU JOINING IN??”

Late night movies!!

Oikawa’s bed isn’t big enough for three children so it’s just shoving your feet in front of each other

Oikawa once kicked Iwaizumi in the face

He started grovelling on the floor

Beetle hunting with Iwaizumi never goes well

Oikawa being scared of butterflies

Screaming 24/7

“Oikawa if you don’t shut up i’ll leave you stuck in an ant hill”

After they lost to Karasuno, you held Iwaizumi and Oikawa in your arms

On Oikawa’s childhood bed

Oikawa pays for your flights to visit him in Argentina

Brings you to parades

Posts his pics on Instagram to make Iwaizumi jealous

Little does he know Iwaizumi is already on his way to Argentina to surprise him

Likes to lie in bed with you on sleepless nights

Does he like you? Who knows (maybe ask iwaizumi)

Iwaizumi likes to put you on his shoulders

Big buff man can punt you no matter how heavy you are

Oikawa cries when you refuse to sit on the Argentina side of the stadium with Makki and Mattsun

“Noooooooo you have to sit on my side”

“You already have the entire seijoh team sitting on your side”

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #ushijima x reader #tendou x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #are these x readers? probably not #am i still going to tag them that? yes #wow aaesuki posting again??? unheard of #headcanons are easier to do

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ventji · 4 years ago

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pov: random girl hitting on ur mans so u needa teel em to back off <3

tw: kn1fe, cussing (?), neck snapping (?)

ft: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, & venti :)

kaeya

kaeya can't really control something,, and it's how freaking hot he is.

however, as much as you enjoyed the hooker boy, all of monstadts women (married or not) would hit on him.

it pisses you off, a fucking lot. even though he would turn them down because he was already dating you,, they would not,, i mean NOT,, leave the cavalry captain alone.

and everyday,, at some point,, some random monstadt woman would walk up to you and ask if kaeya was with you.

and man, you have never,, and i mean NEVER,, have wanted to slap a bitch to barbatos.

kaeya would feel bad about it, he'd apologize profusely (as if it would do anything),, but you'd end it almost immedietly with a 'it's fine'

but there was this one woman,, who always came up to kaeya with this big, fat, unattractive uwu voice. that was also the exact same day that you finally had enough of their bs.

"excuse me" you poked her shoulder as she unattractivally flirted with your boyfriend.

"what do- oh, it's you." she'd say, giving a disgusted glare at you as kaeya just stared from behind.

"yeah, hi, it's me." you replied sarcastically. "mind backing off of my boyfriend? i'd really appreciate it!" you stated, knowing it wouldn't work.

"and why sh-"

"or i'll shove this knife into your throat!~" you stated, pulling your pocket knife out.

she ran away as kaeya chuckled giving you a big hug

diluc

even though the two step-brothers look nothing alike,, apparently the name 'kaeya' is so much more easier to remember.

people would go up to aether/lumine and just ask "where's the long haired red bartender from the tavern?" as if he doesn't have a name.

to be honest, you've had the urge to scream "his name is diluc for fucks sake" in front on monstadt, but you sadly,, never got the chance.

why?

because diluc always readsured you it was fine.

but you knew, he hated it.

just from the look on his face when people called him the "red-haired bartender",, he was really hurt.

even though monstadt is a pretty small place, people still didn't know his name, and it angered you.

what pissed you off the most was people hitting on him while you were standing right beside him while holding his hand.

"oh diluc you're so tall and handsome!!" this random girl stated, clinging onto him.

'for once someone remembered his name...' you thought.

"mm." he replied, displaying that he's uninterested since you were holding his hand.

"oh! and who are you?"

'please end me-'

"they're my-"

"oh, a friend!" the girl interuppted.

'tHIS BI-'

"i swear to fUCKING BARBATOS-" diluc stared at you with wide eyes, already enjoying the drama unraveling.

"IF YOUR HILICHURL LOOKING ASS WON'T STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND I WON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH GETTING ALBEDO TO MAKE A POTION THAT WILL DESTROY, AND I MEAN FUCKING DESTROY,, YOUR VOCAL C- oh she's gone?"

diluc was really proud <3

zhongli

okok this homeless bitch forgets mora is a thing,, especially when you're with him.

he'll make you buy something but oh boy,, when his fans are there it feels great to not spend your mora on him.

but the girls that swoon over him are a WHOLE different story.

their flirty looks, dress to impress, high pitched voice, and their too polite.

you can't count how many times a girl has told you to back off even though your his s/o.

but it was fun seeing zhongli suffer,, because you knew you were his <3

but oH bOy,, there was this girl who just made you want to murder her.

"a knife." you mumbled as zhongli chuckled at you.

"[name] don't touch it." he warned, giving you an aggressive look.

"why do you need to tell them what to do and what not to do?? oh that's right,, they're a dog!" the girl laughed, zhongli was absolutely pissed and you were ready to snap her neck.

"suddenly [name] you can take that knife."

"i'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!" you shouted as you grabbed the knife from it's holder.

you grabbed her buy the neck and placed the knife on her throat as she quivered in her spot.

"one, two, th-"

"[name]."

"but babe.. i wasn't going to hurt her.."

"yet.." zhongli stared at you,, sugesting you put the knife down.

"fine, fine. but you owe me." and with that he nodded as the girl ran away.

venti

the sneaky fuckass was well known with his words,, and it's not okay.

venti could either slide in small sarcastic teasing flirts or on demand drunk flirtting 24/7.

and he always, and i mean ALWAYS flirts with other girls, but the two of you know it's a joke because barbatos himself knows he'll drag you into an alleyway for a lil' makeout shesh and shower you with some lovely words.

his love songs also described you,, a little too much. but i mean, it was really freaking cute.

as much as his fans loved him, he spent about 30 minutes after hos preformance with him, and if it felt like forever for you,, then you'd end up stealing him from you. but there was this one time this girl would not let go of him.

"venti!!~" you whined as you ran up to him, engulfing the bard in a hug.

"hi [name]!" venti grinned back along with serving a hug.

"aether told me to come and get you since he needed something, if that's alright that is."

"oh it-"

"i'm seriously tired of this bullshit already, who are you and why do you take him away every so often?! seriously, the world doesn't revolve around you!" a blonde girl shouted as an irk mark appeared on you and venti.

"oh, is it my fault the honorary knight of monstadt need the bard? i'm sorry for aether needing him." you replied sarcastically, the girl getting more fed up.

"yes, in fact it is your fault! you take him away because of your fucking jealousy that we get to spend more time with him than you do! i've seen you sitting from a far watching all of us talk to him! bitch." she answered, walking up to you as she then slapped you.

"hey, cut it out! seriously what the heck!" venti glared at her, as he turned to face you. "[name] are you okay???" he questioned, grabbing the cheek the random girl slapped gently.

"rest assured that i'm fine, it's best you get aether and paimon incase things begin to escalate." you smiled as he nodded in response, making his way to the knights headquarters.

"pfft, you can't even fight can you? well i sure can! so test me!" she grinned preparing to throw punches.

"mhm, ok yeah sure." you laughed, letting her take the first hit, as she stood there absolutely confused.

"what are you waiting for?! hit m-"

"no."

"i'm sorry what?"

"i said no, are you fucking deaf?"

the girl fumed as she began to swing, that was her first mistake. reluctantly, you doged her punch. pulling out your weapon, you stared at her.

"should i, or should i not stab you right here?"

"[name] are you alright?!" venti and aether shouted as they bith dashed towards you.

"ah, i'm fine!" you replied, grabbing venti's hat as you pht it onto yours.

"i suggest you leave before i snap your neck." you told the blonde as she stumbled in shock, running away from your dark aura.

"you're amazing." venti laughed.

#genshin imagines #genshin hcs #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin aether #genshin paimon #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin venti #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #venti headcanons #genshin pov

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Since hybrids are all the rage, imagine snake or lizard hybrids. You end up with one of your own and think that it's no big deal to look after. Sure the habitat stuff is a little costly but it's not like they eat much, need much, they're not nearly as whiny and attention seeking as their furry counterparts. You can handle checking in on them every few hours, knowing they'll either be basking on their heat rock or curled up hiding somewhere like they've been doing for the past six hours.

tw - non-consensual touching, mentions of injury/blood, unbalanced power dynamics, generalized hybrid hyjinks, i think snake-hybrids would be like 6.5-7 ft tall and it’s important to me that you know that.

A snake-hybrids would make a perfect pet for an owner that’s on the busier side, when it comes to maintenance. They like to have their own space, they spend the majority of the day curled up on top of their heat-mat, and they only have to be fed once a week, something they’d rather do alone and that you’d really, really prefer not to watch. Some owners are intimidated - unlike more domesticated hybrids, snakes are more independent, more capable of replicating human behavior, and with their height and their strength and their lasting predatory instincts, people tend to be a little stand-offish. You aren’t, though. Or, you try not to be, at least.

Your hybrid’s a little more affectionate than most, too. They still prefer their hide over your bed, and you doubt they’ll ever greet you with more than a slow blink and a sober expression when you come home, but they still find ways to show their tender side. It’s small stuff for the most part, obviously. They’ll curl-up by your side while you’re working, hissing out something about how warm your laptop is when you tease them. They don’t refuse to eat anything without the fur still on it, but they pout whenever you don’t drag on extra chair to the table, whenever you’re too tired to tell them about your day as they awkwardly try to sip from a mug that’s a little too narrow to accommodate their modified anatomy. It’s muted, sure, but they do have a personality. They do love you, and they’re really trying their best to show it.

It’s just a shame they’re so... different, despite the human portion of their biology. They try to hug you, but it’s always a little too tight, it always lasts a little too long, and they can’t seem to not use their tail, even the gentlest squeeze leaving you bruised and sore, the next day. They’ve seen how other hybrids interact with their owners, puppies licking their masters’ hands and cats nuzzling into humans’ sides, but it’s always awkward when they try to do it, it’s always jerky, regardless of how simple leaning into your touch should be, rather than indulging that natural urge to recoil. They try to kiss you, they want to kiss you, but their fangs are so long, they’re so sharp, they don’t even notice when their teeth pierce your skin, they don’t taste the blood, not until you’re yelling and shoving them away and they’re trying to figure out how something so responsible can be so vulnerable, at the same time. You’re their owner, after all, you take care of them, but you’re so weak, and they’re so strong... It makes them wonder which one of you would really win, if there was a struggle.

It makes them wonder if it’d be a little easier to be affectionate, if they just didn’t stop when you started crying.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #general

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emo-and-confused · 4 years ago

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Coraline AU

Characters:

Coraline: Tommy

Wilbur and Techno are the brothers

(they're by themselves until philza can come back from working so techno and wilbur are settling in from moving)

Dream and Sapnap are the other brothers

Wybie: Ranboo

Bad and Skeppy are the old sisters but they are just an old gay bickering couple

Bobinski: Quackity

Tubbo and Fundy are the two friends that Tommy misses

The Cat: George

Scenes:

Tommy: “oh... Ranboo.”

Other Ranboo: “:)”

Tommy: “why... why isn't he talking?"

Other Brother- Dream: "oh, i thought you didn't like it. so i fixed him up for you."

Tommy: "hm...i like it...”

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George: "it's a little game we play. he hates cats. and i like coming here."

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Tommy: "Sapnap!! i love your garden!!"

Other Brother- Sapnap: "Toms, our garden."

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*Wilbur buying Tommy school outfits and tommy finds a bandana that he wants. Wilbur says no*

Tommy: "my other brother would get them for me."

Wilbur: "then he should buy all your clothes."

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Note: "i hope you like the new outfit i made you. love, dream."

*it’s a red and white hoodie.

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Tommy: "cats don't talk at home."

George: "well, you seem to be the expert on these things. after all, i'm just a big fat pussy!!"

Tommy: "... come back? please?"

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*Tommy entering the theatre to see Ranboo* *Ranboo tosses him the allium when he's on stage* *Bad and Skeppy as the old ladies but Bad turns into a 7 ft demon and they throw Tommy around and other red stone mechanics*

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Tommy: "you bitch!!! i'm not sewing buttons into my eyes!!!"

*Dream with his button eyed smile asking Tommy to put buttons in his eyes*

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*instead of other mother shifting, it's just Dream shifting into Dreamon. *

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George: "you're walking right into his trap."

Tommy: “i know. i cant do anything else though."

George: "... challenge him then. he has a thing for games..."

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After the whole thing is over- Outside of plot:

Tommy is hanging out at the pink palace with Tubbo, Ranboo, and Fundy. Puffy, Ranboo's foster parent, opens up the other apartment after knowing the Belldam is gone.

after a few months, someone moves in. it's a tall, blonde dude who wears a green hoodie and his best friend. they say they moved there to find space that their other friend can move in with them too.

Tommy is a little hesitant at first about them, as they remind him of two certain people, but he knows it's fine.

however, he is a bit worried because he hasn't seen Gogy around recently.

after some time, the cat doesn't reappear, but another person moves into the apartment with ‘Clay’ and ‘Nick’.

Tommy feels incredibly comfortable with this new person.

Also:

Tommy telling everyone about the shit he went through and then:

Tubbo: "that's a lot you had to go through by yourself..."

Tommy: "nah, Ranboo was there with me!"

Ranboo: "i really wasn't?? i was barely there?? i didn't even get to see it?? i just saw a creepy hand and that's it???"

Tommy: “Shut up, Ranboob.”

Dream Team attends tommy's garden parties

Phil wasn't gone for work, like the brothers though, he was picking up Tubbo and Fundy so Tommy could have his friends over. that's when they all get back for the first garden party.

Tommy talking to puffy about his trauma from Other Brother/Dreamon

#this isn’t completely done #like it’s kinda vauge #but y’all get the point #a friend made this #dream smp au #coraline au #tommyinnit #mcyt #mcytblr #dream smp #tommyinnit headcanon

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philicheesecake · 3 years ago

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Refugees pt 1 (vore fic)

Note: this takes place with my two newest OCs, Zi and Baka. I might write more about them as their story comes to me. I haven’t given them an exact size yet, but for now I’m saying Baka is 7-9 ft tall while Zi is 4 ft tall.

Warnings: Soft attempted fatal vore, minor burns and injuries, but safe in the end. A lot of cursing and general stinky behavior from Baka

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It had been nearly a week hiding underground. The sewer systems were growing claustrophobic and the darkness only grew as the two travelers tried to conserve the energy of their flashlight. Food supplies had run out two days ago, and both of them were growing restless.

Prince Baka as usual seemed to not take the situation seriously. How could he? He was a sheltered spoiled brat who knew nothing of how the real world worked. Zi was only doing their best to try to keep him out of trouble.

But now starving, with no clean water supply, and lost within the winding dark tunnels, anything seemed preferable to dying in here.

Zi stepped ahead through the tunnels, ears twitching as they listened out ahead for any sign of danger before motioning behind them to follow. There was a pause, but now steps forward. Only an exhausted groan. Then a splash.

Zi blinked in confusion, turning to see the prince trying to get up, having to crouch badly within the tunnels even as he got to his feet, due to his towering size. With the dimming flashlight shining towards his face, his weathered features could be seen. A crocodilian-esque being with three webbed crests spanning from his head to the tip of his tail. His green eyes were dry and exhausted.

"Mmmstarvin'. Fuckin starvin' down here," the prince bellowed weakly. "Can't go on like this..."

Zi sighed, stepping patiently over to the prince and mutely held out their hand to try to stabilize him to encourage him forward. The prince leaned his weight on Zi, before toppling over, splashing into the smelly sewage on top of the smaller creature. Zi coughed, wiping the contaminated water off of their face and grunted as they tried to crawl out from under the prince, trying again to help him to his feet. The prince grumbled, resisting the assistance, seeming set on dying here and now, in the midst of his toddler-like dramatic tantrum.

"Mmmwwwanna die then," Baka whined.

Zi grunted silently under their breath, managing to crawl out from beneath the prince and tugged on the side of his arm to help him to his feet. The prince grumbled dramatically once again, not wanting to move. "Lemme stay here. Don't wanna move... leave me to die..."

His stomach growled pleadingly, echoing through the dark tunnels. Zi sighed, letting the prince's arm splash to the ground like a ragdoll. They picked up the flashlight again and stood before the prince, thinking quietly for a moment before speaking. "Wait here,"

With a small bow of their head, they left through the tunnels, leaving Baka lying baffled in the puddles. Baka had told Zi to leave, but he hadn't really expected them to. Zi had sworn to serve him until they were freed. Did they just see the prince's death as their chance of freedom?

"You can't fffuckin tell mmme what to do!" The prince babbled. His voice only echoed uselessly through the sewers. He let out a whale-worthy moan and slumped back down in the puddles. He smelled awful. He hated the smell. He hated Zi. He hated his family. He hated the world. He hated everything. With this litany of hatred coursing through his mind, he slowly succumbed to sleep, believing this to be death at last.

A gentle hand shaking his shoulder was what brought him back to his senses, and the returning light of Zi's flashlight. Baka grumbled tiredly, closing his eyes again, not wanting to be brought back into this hell. He was perfectly content lying in this puddle and hating everything, and sleeping. He didn't have to exist in this disgusting sewer if his mind was somewhere else.

It seemed Zi had other plans, however. The smaller reptilian's soft voice insistent through the silent dripping ambience of the sewers. "There is a path leading to a river. We can get fresh water and fish there,"

The prince seemed reluctant at first, but anywhere but here was ideal. He was starving, and fish sounded better than nothing. He hoped it wasn't raw, though. He groaned as he lifted his head, reaching for Zi for assistance to get to his feet. Zi complied as well as they could, though they were just as equally deprived of strength, they just tried not to show it as much.

They led the prince to a low opening where the sewer runoff poured into a polluted river. It wasn't the sight that Baka had wished for, but anywhere was better than those sewers. He was never going in there again. Zi made sure the coast was clear before hopping softly into the river and nodded for the prince to follow. Baka collapsed into the running water, rolling a bit beneath the surface before resurfacing, refreshed to have his scales rid of the sewage slush and at least feeling a little cleaner. It seemed Zi had already done so before leading Baka there, visibly appearing cleaner in the better light. Although it was night out in the fresh air, the light from the stars and moons was almost overwhelming to get used to after being stuffed in the pitch darkness of the sewers for so long.

Zi frowned, looking into the river hopefully, though even in the darkness, they knew the prince was right. "We can at least collect some water here. But we can't stay out here for long."

"You fuckin cheated me," the prince growled. "You kept my fuckin hopes up this whole fuckin time. 'Just last one more day sir,' 'now isn't the time for cannibalism. I am here to serve you' 'tomorrow we'll have better luck' 'tomorrow we'll have better luck' and again and again and again and AGAIN. I'm fuckin SICK of this disaster," he managed to get to his feet, swaying slightly. "So you have to serve me one last fuckin time here. Help me out,"

Zi's brow furrowed slightly, showing the slightest trace of concern before stepping closer to take to the prince's side, seeming to assume that Baka needed some help standing. Baka's behavior altered, however, gripping Zi a little too tight for support, instead, bringing them closer and his mouth yawned wide above them, suddenly clamping his jaws over their shoulders. Zi was shocked, sucking in a surprised breath. The prince had mentioned eating Zi before while they were in the tunnels, but they hadn't considered that he would really do it. In panic, they struggled against the prince's grip, but he simply ignored it. The prince's mouth watered heavily, drenching Zi's upper half with sticky drool and drew them in deeper, beginning to swallow. The throat opened up before them and the slight jerking of the jaws forced Zi in deeper despite their protests. The tight throat dragged them downwards more quickly with each swallow and the shove of Baka's hands.

He didn't have long to enjoy this feast, however, when a beam of light shown down from the slope near the river and a team of uniformed armed men were all directed at him, quickly making their approach to surround him. The prince tried to sit up, wincing as the weight in his stomach sloshed and resettled from the action. "Can you just leave me for five fuckin minutes?" Baka grunted. The soldiers surrounded him and patted him down to search for any weapons, finding none, before binding his hands behind his back and led him up to their transport.

Sitting alone in the back of the high-security transport vehicle, he could feel Zi's struggles begin to weaken. They were just as weak as him, and he doubted they would last long. They seldom spoke normally, though he could hear their normally level voice sound out more fearful, albeit muffled, pleading for reason. The prince didn't bother listening, pressing a hand to his middle to coax them into digesting already.

"You're wasting your breath in there. You dragged me through fuckin hell, and now ya get your fuckin share of it," Baka grunted under his breath.

Zi went silent, hugging themselves in the hot, slimy darkness. Their struggles stopped, but their breathing was still fairly normal, a little panicked. They were probably trying to preserve energy.

"My service meant nothing?" They spoke quietly.

"Your service meant food that I should've given into a week ago," Baka grumbled. "And now we got captured anyways, so dragging me through those sewers was fuckin useless."

Zi went dead still, probably from disbelief, or despair, though it was hard telling their reaction without a visual. Not that Baka cared anyways. They should be dead soon.

The car came to a halt and the back doors opened from the truck. Armed guards led prince Baka through a sheriff's office, leading him to one of the back cells. They had been remote enough to be far from the capitol, so the police had to wait for the officials to show up before transporting him back to the new enemies' capitol.

For now, Baka slumped within the holding cell, lying back on the hard bed. "I don't wanna die... they're going to kill me," Baka spoke to himself, though his occupant heard. Ironic that he was complaining about dying while he was currently killing his most loyal and perhaps only ally.

"If you let me out, I can help... we can escape again," Zi offered hopefully, trying to keep emotion out of their voice. It was really beginning to sting in there, and the acid levels were steadily rising. The clenching walls persisted to grind the caustic fluids into Zi's exposed skin, and it was growing increasingly painful and unnerving.

"Mmmh, I don't wanna," Baka responded.

"Neither of us want to die, Baka. If we fail, we both die. If we succeed, we both live. If you kill me now, it would be inevitable for both of us,"

Baka groaned. He didn't respond for a moment, rubbing his gut almost mournfully. The acids were getting worse from this action, their level rising to fill half the chamber. Zi withheld a worried whimper in their throat, trying to keep their chin above the acids. The walls suddenly clenched tighter around the smaller reptile, painfully this time, nearly crushing their ribs, before the motion forced Zi back up the throat, carrying them upward with difficulty. The little breath they had collected was squeezed out of their lungs and they choked on the slime around them, nearly suffocating before their release.

A gagging sound and a glimmer of hopeful light beyond the jaws greeted them before they were coughed up onto the floor in a puddle of slime and acids. Zi gasped for air, shuddering violently and coughed up the slime that had caught in their throat. They dragged themselves across the floor to prop themselves against the wall of the cell, looking over at the prince with unveiled residual fear in their eyes.

Baka was on the floor lying on his stomach with drool dripping from his jaws, looking further nauseous and miserable. He let out a long drawn-out dramatic groan.

Zi hastily tried to wipe some of the slime off of their face, glancing down with a disgusted shudder to notice the nasty burns that marred their scales. They couldn't focus on that traumatic experience though, shakily getting to their feet. They stumbled over to the barred entrance of the holding cell, examining the lock and took out a lock pick, beginning to get to work.

A small click sounded once they succeeded, and they looked over at the prince, trying to help him to his feet. His hands were still bound behind his back, and Zi was almost too afraid to release him. Just as they helped Baka to his feet, alarms suddenly blared. They winced, ears flattening back and they looked towards the doorway fearfully.

"...fuck," Baka growled.

"We have to go," Zi went out the opening of cell, looking carefully down the hallway. Oddly, the guards were nowhere to be seen, and action was heard further within. Their brow furrowed in confusion, and they stepped silently into the main area of the police station, Baka dragging himself behind them with no regards for stealth, and seeming further interested in making as much of a dramatic scene as possible along the way.

The door opposing them suddenly swung open and several assorted armed men entered, not wearing the police uniforms, and appeared like standard civilians. Their eyes lit up in relief and one rushed forward to greet the freed prisoners with a bow. "Prince Baka, please come with us. We're here to help, and we're loyal to your line to the end,"

#v/ore #v.ore #soft vore #nonfatal vore #unwilling vore #unwilling prey #alligator vore #gator vore #crocodile vore #anthro vore #vore story

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