#i showed this to my parents and my mom called me a furry

[hatekawa]

OH MY GOD HELLO

KOBI. KOBIIIIIIII AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUDHGAUHDJHNRUGVA

YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO SHAPED AND CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL I LOVE THIS!!!! ITS SO TENDER AND SOFT

US CHILLING WITH DRINKS IS JUST SO ADORABLE

I CANT STOP LOOKING AT THIS

EACH DOODLE IS AMAZING

OH MY GOS

YOU KNOW WHAT. HECK.

TURNING THIS INTO AN ART TRADE.

Mutual week! Sry, i kinda forgot to post it

Hey! @hatekawa :3

Alzo! I drew u ur bunny fwend

Just a small sketch :3

And one thing I've been pretty surprised and pleased about at the same time :3

Other muts, DW, everyone will have their sketches, just a bit later ;]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to wear matching Halloween costumes with my younger sister?

So my little sister (5f) is OBSESSED with the tv show Miraculous Ladybug and wants to dress up as Ladybug for Halloween. The issue is she also wants someone to dress up as Cat Noir (Ladybug and Cat Noir are a superhero duo and love interests for each other for those unfamiliar with the show). My sister always makes someone pretend to be Cat Noir when she plays pretend and I usually go along with her shenanigans. My mom suggested that I dress up with her as Cat Noir, an offer I turned down. Not because I don’t want to dress up at all or anything like that. I really love dressing up for Halloween and it super important to me to make the most of it! 

Part of this comes from when I was younger and didn’t get much (if any) choice in my costume so I desperately try to make up for it when I’m older. For context here is a list of costumes I was made to wear and still bother me; any other years were my choice of 2 Costco on sale costumes that my mom and grandma liked best (never included my first choice and alway looker weird because my parents made me cram them over a thick set of pajamas to stay warm, sometimes with a coat of top)

3rd grade: matching with my toddler (at the time) sister, hella glittery and extra Rainbow Dash dresses, including bright blue face paint that stained my face 4/10 made the nursing home we trick or treated in super happy (fond memory) but made me super embarrassed at school 

6th grade: neon pink one piece pajamas that had a neon purple tail and a raccoon face on the hood. 1/10 Got me made fun of, i literally didnt have any choice my mom brought them home from the clearance section at target and made me wear it, i got called a furry and my middle school banned hoods so it was practically useless, was too hot to be comfortable. 

I had begged to dress up as a Hamilton character and have my 2 little sisters match (one also loved Hamilton and the other was an infant) i even found costumes online and stuff but my parents rejected it because they dislike the fact Hamilton had hip-hop music and were annoyed at my obsession (understandably annoyed but still hurtful) 

7th grade: my moms old cat pajamas, a clip on tail that was all bent out of shape, and a uncomfortable cat headband, all covered in cheetah print and pink sequins on the seams 6/10 still got made fun of, got forced to take off the tail at school because it didn’t fit in the chair properly 

In 8th grade I compiled a collection of things to dress up as a newsies, all from my grandma’s closet or my own. 8.5/10 I loved it at the time, looked bad because i did my own makeup to look dirty and like i had been beaten up. 

In 9th and 10th grade i wore the same elf costume that i begged for 6 months for to match my friends, 10/10 it was pretty and I love it, wasn’t too stoked to have to wear it twice tho bc my favorite part (the corset) didn’t fit last year. 

This year i want to choose something different and new, and something I wont be made fun of for and feel confident in. I’m 16, almost 17 and  have bad self esteem issues. Halloween is like my favorite holiday because i love being all dressed up and being like a character i enjoy. I usually pay for part of my costume and do my own hair and makeup. 

BUT my mom is dead set on the idea that I match my little sister because “i’m getting too old and should just be nice instead of being selfish” or “had plenty of years to have fun, that i should make her Halloween memorable”. When my dad or other sister (11f who also like the show, not to the same degree but does enjoy it) hell even SHE could do it with her but she insists that I should. 

AITA for not wanting to? For potential messing up my little sister’s Halloween?

What are these acronyms?

[gamebunny-advance]

A Tale From My Youth

I was thinking recently that it's weird that I'm not a furry.

I like furries well enough, but I don't consider myself one, the same way I don't consider myself an otaku even though I like anime. I'm just not that entrenched in the culture, but I do appreciate it from the outside.

Why I think it's weird, is that in my earliest years of being a young artist on the internet, most of what I drew was anthro animals. Specifically hamsters with emo haircuts. If I could somehow retrieve my ancient art from Scratch, then I'd show y'all, but since I can't, here's my rough approximation of what they were like:

I don't remember her name, but I'm almost certain that this was what my first "official" OC looked like. Most of my OCs were just "this" but with different clothes and hairstyles, usually inspired by vocaloid songs or whatever media was popular around the early to mid 2000s. They all lived on a different planet filled with hamster (and cat) people.

Anyway, I was thinking recently about why I didn't become a furry despite this, and I think the answer is a little sadder than I expected.

As a kid, I didn't consume a lot of media with POC in them. As I mentioned before, I like anime, and that really started in my youth. I was very inspired by the unique artstyle and my dad bought me (well really himself) a few how-to-draw manga books. But I never really saw POC in them or the games I played.

You couldn't be tan in Animal Crossing without standing out in the sun during summer. Mario and friends were all white or a creature of some kind. Pajama Sam was blue. Even when I did see tan-skinned characters in anime, they were usually mean or evil characters. I was under the impression that dark skinned characters were basically not allowed to exist in the things I liked unless they were mean people. And I didn't want to make mean people. None of this was helped by my parents.

My dad who was a self-hating black man. Even though he was also a hobby-artist, he rarely drew black characters himself, and since I was emulating him at the time, I also didn't.

My mom is Filipina, so she passed her own culture onto me and tried to ignore my blackness where she could. She didn't know how to style black hair, or know that much about black culture, so it's not like she would notice or care that I wasn't embracing that side of myself.

I think I made a lot of anthro characters because 1) I wasn't quite comfortable with drawing people yet, and 2) they didn't have to be white. They were still all white or otherwise Japanese coded because anime, but I don't think I was really considering the implications of that. I was already consuming a lot of media with anthro characters, (Loony Tunes, Animal Crossing, Hamtaro, etc.) so it seemed natural to me to also make animal characters, but somehow unnatural to make a black character.

The only character I remember being explicitly black coded was a single cat that I made.

This is Bel-Bel, named after her two bells. She's a sweet, shy, and timid character that felt very self-conscious about being a cat in a hamster world. I don't remember the full story, but as I recall: when she was a baby, she was put in a basket in the ocean that floated to the hamster continent. She was taken in by another OC called Chibi, on account of her being very small even though she was one of the oldest residents, who helped take care of her until she grew up. I don't recall if all cats were meant to be evil in their world, but I do remember that most of the other hamsters were either scared of her or mean to her because she was a cat, so she cried a lot. Chibi would hit anyone that was mean to Bel-Bel with her giant hammer.

The implications of that story are kind of telling in hindsight, but I don't think I thought that much of it at the time. I was probably just emulating some other story I had heard, but I wasn't really thinking about why a story like that would resonate with me.

I created several other anthro character like that until I finally moved from Scratch to deviantART and decided that I would need an avatar to represent me. From what I saw at the time, everyone that I liked had an anime styled avatar/self-insert, and I wanted to be the same.

This is what I came up with:

This is Nekoko. She's a shy artist with a magical cat hat. This was, for all intents and purposes, supposed to be me. I think that even this early on the internet, I already knew that racism was a big problem, so I was scared of presenting myself as a black girl on the internet.

Eventually, I would become comfortable with making it known that I was a POC, so I started to depict myself as such.

(This one is legit old art)

But I would still bounce back and forth between using a human avatar and an anthro bunny. Sometimes even making combinations of the two as I tried to figure out how I wanted to present myself on the internet. Because even though I was dabbling in being more "honest" about myself, I don't think I was fully ready to fully commit to it.

I think after I finally reached adulthood and started to really understand myself that I felt comfortable with just being as I am. I was tired of apologizing for the things I had no control over, and just wanted to be "me". By this point, I stopped seeing animal characters as a way to mask my identity, and just thought of it as just another design choice. For me, furryism has never really been about the "fandom." For me, it was tied to identity, and it's one that was able to shed once I became more comfortable with myself.

I still think it's rad as hell to see cool animal people doing whatever weird animal people things they like to do, but that's just not something I need for myself, and so I don't consider myself a furry.

I wonder, in this age of more diverse media, if there are still kids that are currently going through what I went through. I really hope not. I hope that all kids can see themselves in the things they like and can believe that they can be a part of it if they want to be.

[transexualpirate]

twenty minutes to go

six years ago i was hiding under the covers, sobbing, alone, my mother and stepfather next door talking about me, my grandmother in the room over, and i couldn't stop crying and blaming myself for being so stupid, promiscuous, shameless, gross, disgusting, evil.

(six years ago i was about to go to school and not see my "girlfriend" there, only to have the principal call me to tell me their mother has contacted the school and told them about our relationship and our conversation and providences would be taken. six years ago my parents were about to be called to school to talk about me being overly sexual, promiscuous, immature, predatory, transexual. what would follow would be a hellish rest of a year of strict monitoring with no privacy, fights, bullying, isolation, self destruction, guilty and disappointment which only got worse with time.)

now i am sleeping in my grandmother's house, she is in the room over, and my mother and stepdad sleep soundly next door, and i will be turning 19 in ten minutes. i have been on t in almost a year. i moved out. my mom is visiting me because i am in college now. i have my own apartment. i have my own life. i have projects i organized, i have good grades, i have friends, i have my name and sex legally changed, i cut off people i didn't want in my life, i have autonomy and freedom and i dont have half as much guilt or shame as i used to.

it still gets bad sometimes. it's not perfect. but it is so good.

i have a son. a beautiful, furry, small, trusting son who meows loudly when i get home, who relies on me, a healthy and smart and gorgeous son who is sleeping right next to my head, sharing my pillow, like he loves doing.

it's taken me six years, but i feel i am finally replacing the self hatred with radical acceptance.

it's hard.

but im starting to love myself. to trust myself. to defend and to care for and to understand myself.

i am miles away from that terrified kid turning thirteen and crying himself to sleep. that little kid trying not to show the guests at his own birthday party that everything is going wrong, that he wants to cry, that the shame, guilt and disappointment are breaking him down in ways be believed would be irremediable.

two minutes until midnight.

that little kid grew up, and he is so fucking proud of himself. despite all his flaws, that kid is happy to be who he is. that kid is right where he needs to be.

one minute to go

and i am right where i want to be, with who i want to be.

we're doing it, kid.

oh. my friend just texted me the happy birthday song!!!

[russellsppttemplates]

y/n and mick calling angie their child, so they’re like calling each other mom and dad when talking to her 🥹

"Oh, you're here! Hello, liebling, did you have a good flight?", Mick asked as you joined him and the rest of the team in the hospitality, "I did, it was very calm, no delays or anything. Your mum just sent me a picture of our child, she's doing fine, playing with Bobby", you showed him the screen with the picture Corinna had sent you, so distracted by it that you didn't even hear George approach you, "how are the parents doing without their child for the weekend?", George asked, his hand squeezing your shoulder to greet you as he smiled, "she seems to be better than we are, to be honest".

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"Do you think that's mama? I'm not sure, it's a bit earlier than usual for her", Mick said as Angie got up from her spot on the ground, her tail wagging while she went for the door, patiently waiting for the owner of the noise she heard to come inside, "it's me, Mick!", Gina said on the other side of the door, leaving the young man to open it, Angie looking a bit deflated despite still greeting her with a lick of her hand, "was she expecting Y/N?", his sister asked while she petted the dog's head, "were you expecting your mama? If she's your mama, then I must be your auntie, I guess".

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"Papa is very crazy, always doing things like that", you pointed, seeing Mick fall from his surfboard, "but the looks cute doing it, right?", you said outloud, almost hoping Angie would agree while ruining another tennis ball, "you're cute too, baby, don't worry", you said while you rubbed her furry belly, so absorbed in the moment that you didn't notice Mick leave the wave pool and approach you, "Hello, my loves", he startled you. "See? Crazy, I tell you", you said after jumping slightly on your seat, "you did really well, bub. It's a shame you fell on the last one, you did really well, didn't he, Angie? Didn't papa do a really good job?".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Preface.

When I say the words 'Boca Raton', what is the first thing that comes to your mind?

Is it white sandy beaches, crystal clear ocean waters, fish and chips, golfing, warm sunshine? Or are you like me and think of Boca as a place people go to after they retire?

If your answer was white sandy beaches, crystal clear ocean waters, fish and chips, golfing and warm sunshine, my uncle Jeff would agree with you.

He always tells me that he loves it there and is glad he moved to Boca because it reminds him of all the holidays he and my mom would take with my grandparents when they were kids and on school break.

At first I laughed when he told me he was moving to Boca because the name alone just sounds hoity toity. Seeing how much he lit up though when showing me the pictures of his new house and telling me all the things he planned on doing, it made me feel bad. He was so excited and I made the choice to be happy for him, despite how I felt about him moving so far away from me.

Well, ok, maybe it's not that far when you fly but driving, it's 10 hours! 10....hours....! Like what?! Anyway, he has been living there for the past four years and today, I'm being 'dumped' on his doorstep while my parents take their 'well earned' holiday or at least that's what they call it.

I wanted to go on the cruise too but when I told them that, they made it their mission to make my face turn redder than a tomato when they explained that they wanted time to 'reconnect'. Yeah, that was a pretty picture.....NOT!

Oh well, they can have it and I get to spend time with my uncle doing things that we both love like fishing off the doc, eating fish and chips by the beach, taking bike rides and taking late night drives while eating ice cream and singing at the top of our lungs and very off key. I can't wait for all of that.

Anyway, before I continue, I guess I should introduce myself a little bit.

Hi, I'm Kenzie and I'm a 16 year old soccer nerd who lives in Mobile, Alabama with her parents, Scott and Tracy Maxwell. I have one cat who is cute but seems to have it out for me like any sibling would, even if they are of the furry kind. Also, I'm currently nursing a bumble bee back to health after I accidently stood on it while playing soccer in the backyard with my dad.....I was barefoot too which hurt a lot. Normally I would beg to take the bee with me but my friend Zarah offered to nurse him for me while I'm with my uncle this summer. She also said she'd send me daily updates on his health and well being.

Let's see, what else can I say, um.....Oh I know, my mom is from New York and my dad is from New Jersey. It's kind of besides the point of this story but they met during a St. Patrick's Day bar party. My dad was a bartender at his parents bar and my mom was stood up by a low life (her words) and rescued by my dad who fell in love with her from the minute he saw her walk through the door (his words).....*insert a kissy face here* *insert sick face here*

I don't think there is anything else to add right now so I should really stop writing and finish showing Zarah the ropes on how to care for the bee, otherwise we'll miss our flights and with how stressed my parents are right now, I'd hate to think of being used as gator chow as a form of punishment for making them late.

Ok, cool.

Bye.

P.s: I am not looking forward to flying by myself, so wish me luck....I'll need it!

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[youraveragegoat]

Fr had a dream where my brother brought a child hinted to be related to me in some way to my parents house but then just sat on the couch and watched sport while I had to take care of her.

Usually I wouldn't mind, but 1) I don't fucking talk to my brother and 2) he's the one who brought her you can't just leave her alone and expect me to pick up the slack when I'm literally not supposed to be here. (I came to pick up some boots I ordered) Take responsibility, oh my god.

And this little girl was a fucking handful. I'll talk bad about children all day I don't care but it was clear to me that the way she was acting was because of her home life so I can't blame her too much on that front.

Eventually, more people got to the house, including my parents. And my poor fucking mother was so excited that my brother and I were under the same roof. When I was trying to make food for this little girl, going back and forth with her about what to make, my mom saw she already had a box of some dessert and we made a deal with her that she could have the dessert /after/ she ate dinner instead of /as/ dinner and she was happy about that.

Oh but all of a sudden my brother speaks to me for the first time, "Dont let her only eat sweets"

And im already aggravated. I'm putting the fucking dinner in the oven and he gets to act like he cares all of a sudden? But My mom is there so a half-shouted "I wasn't going to" is all I can do without making her sad.

In real life, for some reason, the onus is on ME to make up with him when HE'S the one who caused this rift in the first place. I tell my parents every time they bring it up that all he has to do is apologize to me AND MEAN IT, and I won't have a problem anymore. But he wouldn't mean it. So we remain here. With my mother sad. Anyway.

The dinner gets served and my dad asks my brother to pray and he makes it ABUNDANTLY clear that 1) he isn't remorseful and 2) he's doubling down. He lifts his beer bottle and makes a pledge and it's all I can do to say "Oh My God Fuck You" and I'm already moving towards the door to leave when he calls back and threatens to "Gut [me] like a fish" so I say "Do it then, bitch" and shut the door behind me.

I'm going to an auditorium I used to hang out in when my father, who always took my brother's side in this argument texts me that if I "speak like that again, he'll shut my mouth for me."

It takes me a moment before I decide to not text him back because I know he's just reeling from me cursing in front of him. My dad's not that kind of person, he just gets mad easily, so giving him time to calm down is the best way to have an intelligent discussion with him.

That doesn't mean im not mad too though. I'm stalking up and down the empty rows of seats because the familiarity both hurts and grounds me and I knew it would. But I'm still pissed.

Real life context: my friends and I just watched the fnaf movie, and saw a few horror movie ads

So. You know. I'm walking in this big empty theater, angry as all hell, when I hear the tinkle of a bell and children's laughter behind me.

I'm literally too angry to be scared I guess, because I just turn around and stand there and wait for the thing that was trying to scare me to show itself. And as soon as the thing turns the corner, I just grab it and start wailing on it.

It's like a furry plush type monster, and there's blood on my hands, sure, but im too mad to care. The struggle moves out into a stairwell, but It eventually stops moving and ITS A DREAM so I just pull throwing knives out of my back pocket which definitely weren't there before and stab the thing into the wall so it's hanging there.

And I take a breath but hear more bells tinkling and children's laughter on another floor. And im still mad, so I start running up the stairs to kill that thing too.

At this point, I'm like Okay that's too unrealistic and I wake myself up.

[fatrocka64]

I'm making this announcement because I was keeping a secret from everyone online.. but I don't want any trolls or hate comments on my blog at all. I am actually Autistic I also have something called Neuro Diversity which was caused by my Obsession with Zootopia and the Furry fandom was part of my Neuro Diversity same with how Bionicle was part of my autism too. I kept this secret for a long time for 9 years of being on mainstream social media. I am only posting this on my tumblr because I don't want to alarm anyone on Furaffinity and DeviantArt. But this is the real reason why I keep making vent and rant posts about my experiences with family life school and popular media. And I have been keeping them dear to my heart since 2006! Grade 3 changed my life forever and had driven me insane enough to the point where I managed to find out how I can escape my family in order to evolve into a stronger person "mentally" I also want to say that I am sorry for what happened with my experience with Zootopia's popularity due to how my mother not being supportive enough with the way that the movie had occasionally offered comfort and rebellion against the spirit of toxic mother syndrome. My teacher who managed to fill my Brain with sympathy.. she was the one responsible for me joining the Furry fandom but it wasn't even my fault that she did that. It was all her fault! Not me.. but Disney made the movie and they had created something that I ZERO involvement with in the first place. Bionicle was the first obsession but my mom didn't walk out on me because she would have been seen as a bad parent however my old ex staff at my group home agency had to walk out due to me being a furry because being a part of the furry fandom is different from Bionicle. Some people even make furry themed Bionicle characters in custom designed models. But that doesn't mean that Furries are monsters how my ex employee reacted to them so she can run away from me and them. The only good days I ever had was from 2001 to 2005 but Grade 3 in 2006 stripped my happiness away and turned me into a self doubting maniac to the point where I had to be taken into the hospital years later. In 2012 and 2016 my family had laid down threats where they would take me to the hospital over me being interested in many different types of fandoms and obsessions during that time. Until 2017 Zootopia had won the Oscars and as a consequence of my disgusting behaviour pattern I had to be taken into the hospital for letting zootopia exist.. but way before the movie was released. Uh oh! Monster's University came into the building and I had to keep it a secret from my parents because they wouldn't have taken me to see it in the movie theater due to how they would have reacted.

But 10 years later I had changed my life.. more like my teacher's arrogance.. now it's been 17 years ago since I was in Grade 3. should I leave social media due to how I acted?? Maybe not but there might be some consequences for what I'm about to do to stand up to the one person who decides to show hate. (It's a surprise) I will continue making posts but there will be a time where I perform the Harold Ramis Ritual. So Merry Christmas and have a peaceful one.. sincerely - fatrocka64.

I hope that you find peaceful life moments in your families..

Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

[applechip118]

all the mr:tm lore i have so far

i thought i should start posting about my ocs! the story is called Melanie Richards: Teenage Mercenary (probably not my idea lmao). i don’t have any official refs yet but here’s the official lore thus far!

TW for abuse, neglect, mental illness, murder, homophobia/transphobia, bullying, toxic yuri ❤️ , violence/body horror (like FNAF)

Melanie Charlotte Richards (Maurycja Celina Rodowicz) is a 13-year-old Polish-American girl who lives in San Diego in the early 2010s. She comes from a poor, abusive family, living with her mother and stepfather (her father passed away in the 2000s).

She’s the classic middle school weeaboo, obsessed with manga and J-pop. Don’t mention yaoi around her, she’ll start foaming at the mouth (not because she finds yaoi boys attractive though—she’s a lesbian in denial, but if you told her that she’d kill you on the spot).

She is autistic and has ADHD, BPD, OCD and likely PTSD, and because of this asks her parents for therapy but is denied because she’s “old enough to earn it for herself” (since her family can’t afford it). She’s forced to become a hitman in secret, going around killing middle-aged businessmen for other middle-aged businessmen with an old cricket bat. She’s terrible at being subtle so her parents likely have an idea something’s going on, but don’t care.

Andrea Claudia Campbell is a 13-year-old Jamaican and Native Hawaiian girl who also lives in San Diego, and goes to the same middle school as Melanie. She has a mom, dad and two younger brothers (11 and 8 years old). She is autistic and has ADHD, and her family is a little better off than Melanie’s.

Andrea is an absolute LOSER. NOBODY likes her!! She’s the bi, probably nonbinary Deviantart wolf furry kid, who dresses scenemo and probably posts edgy edits of herself to Facebook. She and Melanie quickly become best friends through their eighth grade art class, since they’re both unpopular and get bullied often.

Andrea’s home life is arguably better than Melanie’s (Melanie’s parents are emotionally abusive and neglectful, as well as bigoted traditional Christians. Andrea’s parents are less volatile, but still bigoted, especially homophobic/transphobic). Andrea’s parents end up finding her gay stuff on her laptop, and in a panic Andrea runs away from home and shows up at Melanie’s door. Melanie suggests that they run off and live in a shitty motel together, and being stupid 13 year old girls in a sapphic situationship, they decide it’s a perfect idea!

When Andrea becomes curious as to how they can afford to live out of a motel, Melanie figures she should introduce Andrea to her work and… yeah. She tricks her into helping her do a job, and in the aftermath, she comforts a horrified Andy by putting matching yellow band-aids on their ring fingers like a wedding. Me and the girl I pulled by traumabonding her to me ❤️

Eventually Andy comes around and they’re good for a while, of course until the school bullies catch wind of their situation and start talking. I’m not so certain on this part, but Melanie ends up betraying Andy and throwing her under the bus. I want to write it so that it’s a combination of her internalized homophobia, trauma and BPD (if anyone has any advice or experience please feel free to share!).

By this point Andy has earned enough herself to fend for herself, so they end up going their separate ways for a while. Working on her own, Melanie is given an offer by a client—a way to be much more efficient at her job. Still unstable and uncertain, she agrees. What she doesn’t realize is that this offer was to literally hollow her out FNAF scooper-style, and then turn her into a Springtrap-esque abomination of flesh and machinery ❤️

Andy, lonely and guilty despite Melanie being the one to betray her, returns and finds Hollow!Melanie. She’s rightfully horrified but also angry at Melanie for what she did. She confronts her but ends up breaking down and hugs her. Melanie, a literal and metaphorical machine, starts to remember her humanity from this and apologizes.

The ending is a work in progress but the main moral of the story that I’m trying to portray is that girlhood, especially teenage years, can be really fucked up, but it does get better because you’ll grow out of it. Melanie and Andrea part ways with a sincere “I’m glad you were in my life, now get the FUCK out”, and Andy is left with a hell of a middle school crush horror story to tell. The End ❤️

if you guys have any feedback or ideas please let me know!!!! this is all based heavily off of my own experience with abuse and trauma so it’s accurate to my own story but not necessarily anyone else’s. maybe i can get around to making refs sometime! (lying) but if you guys have any questions/submissions i will be so so SO happy to answer them :3 i felt like the ooftrop ucft writing this lmao

[our-exetale-oficial]

My mom also knows! In fact, she was a proshipper before facebook was even created, before the word proshipper was even created! She taught all I know about fiction, she showed me my first anime (Saint seya), and she bought me all sorts of mangas, books and art.

My dad is a furry.

My grandma doesn't really understand fandom but she knows about it cause I tell her stuff a lot and although she doesn't understand, she doesn't really mind either, she's from the time of radio novelas and stuff and would discuss about it with her neighbors, like, in person fandoms for novelas!

I often rant with my mom about antis (was even talking about the one who wanted to doxx all proshippers XD) and we laugh our asses off about them, she calls them ''Internet karens''

But outside the internet, it matters as little as a breath on the wind, you can't even see it, it makes no difference.

I feel sad for antis because i know they're like that because their parents don't give a fuck. They're unsupervised children on the internet.

"Tell your mum you're proship then, your family must hate you !!"

My mum knows, she doesn't care. I've told her about my ships for years. She thinks the whole discourse and people harrasing others over fiction is stupid cause it's not real.

My dad doesn't even care and he barely understands shipping as a concept. He just sees it all as my silly little fictions.

Even my nanna who's in her 80s gets my rants about certain ships and is cool with it.

My friends who aren't as online as me usually only have jests and joke I'm going to get cancelled cause I post on tiktok. We make fun of my comments from antis together.

Like seriously, no one is invested in this irl. Even I, as someone who enjoyes talking about this discourse and fandom in general, understand that the moment I turn off my laptop it's no longer relevant.

[allithealigator]

Camp Half Blood an Alternate Universe

Chapter 1: Elena

Ugh, I hate math, I thought as Ms. Dodds droned on and on about what X equals. My bestie Aliya glanced at me from across the room and we exchanged a sympathetic look. She hates math as much as or maybe even more than I do. I looked at her desk to see her drawing a sad face. I looked at the book on her desk. It was The Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades. I chuckled. What a Percy Jackson nerd. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a big shadow in the parking lot. At the same time, I heard Ms. Dodds call out Aliya’s name because she wasn’t paying attention. She was looking outside the window on her side of the room at the same place the shadow had been. 

“What is x to the power of 35 if x equals 3?” Ms. Dodds asked, her voice sounding like the calm before a storm. I could practically see the malice in her eyes. Funny thing about her: she seemed to hate Aliya and me, but she looked at Sophia like she would kill her. 

Aliya answered the question correctly, showing her Indian side. I was surprised that she knew that because she failed the last test we had. Anyway, Ms. Dodds told everyone to pack up. Wait, is it dismissal? I wondered as I heard the squeaking of sneakers while everyone tried to pack up as quickly as possible to go talk to their friends. 

“Math is the worst, most boring class ever.” I was startled as Aliya appeared behind me and said this.

“Agreed,” said Sophia, who also hates math.

“Did y’all see the big shadow outside?” I asked them. 

“I saw something outside but I couldn't make out what it was,” replied Aliya.

“Sophia, did you see anything?” I asked just to be sure I wasn’t going psycho because I knew Aliya could be very psycho at times.

“I saw something, but it was outside the door,” Sophia explained. “It was black and furry and it was running somewhere. And then it disappeared.”

I shuddered. Sophia’s descriptions can be eerie.

“Oooh, do you think it was a hellhound like the ones from Percy Jackson?!” exclaimed Aliya.

Sophia rolled her eyes. “I wanna say ‘girl, you are way too obsessed with that series and there is no way that could happen,’ but I don’t know. It could be possible.”

I stared at both of them, astonished. “How would you believe something as stupid as that?”

“Stupid as you,” Aliya muttered.

“I heard that y’know!” I said, offended.

“I wanna see what it was,” Aliya said. 

“Wanna go when they call buses then run for it?” Sophia proposed.

“I’m down for it,” said Aliya.

I was stunned by this enormously dumb plan. “What about your parents?”

Aliya shrugged. “Who cares about parents? We’re going! We can stop by the store to pick up essentials because it might be a long journey.”

“Car riders, Parent Pickup, walkers, and people who get transportation on Vernon road may be dismissed.” The office lady’s voice came from the PA.

“Now or later?” I asked. “Because now I’m in. It sounds fun.”

“Now,” Sophia said. We grabbed our bags and made a run for it. 

“No running!” yelled a lady in the hallway.

“Whatever!” Sophia shouted back at her.

Once we reached the doors we exited the building and headed to the store which was relatively close to the school.

“What will we pay with?” Sophia asked. “I only have 10 dollars in my bag.”

“I have my mom's credit card with me,” said Aliya.

“I would ask but I’m not gonna,” I said.

Once we entered the building Aliya immediately went to get stuff like water, snacks, flashlights, a tent, and important stuff like that. I went with Sophia and got 4 bags of Moon Cheese and a party-size bag of Doritos. 

Once we got all of this we headed to check out.

“How will you pay for all of this?” asked the checkout lady.

“With this!” Aliya said as she dramatically pulled out her mom’s credit card. “Here ya go.”

Aliya paid, didn’t take the receipt, and then we dashed out of the store and into the world. Since we were all around 14, we decided to take the bus. Aliya used her mom’s credit card to pay. We took empty seats in the back and with that, we were headed off to New York because Aliya wanted to find Camp Half-Blood. That may or may not exist. Aliya used this time to sleep while Sophia was on her phone, and I was listening to Easy On Me which was the song the bus was playing. The bus took about 6 hours and 16 minutes to get to New York.

[gravesitegarl]

I decided to do an ask game but instead of having you all ask questions, I just filled it out for the fun of it. I enjoy talking about my f/os, I also changed up my f/o list(that I just made because I’m an indecisive mofo). And I’m only doing this with my romantic or romaplatonic(romantic & platonic) f/os.

Nancy Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Eugene Ottinger

Glen & Glenda Tilly

🧸Pick out a plushie to give to your F/O. What is it?

—A little stuffed dog, something soft and small. Something to replace a lack of a pet

—A soft teddy bear, something simple but nice. He doesn’t like people fussy over him

—A stuffed bee or otter, my cute little Ottie deserves the best and everything he wants

—matching teddy bears, probably green and purple velveteen bears

🃏 You have to buy a gag gift for your F/O to make them laugh or embarrass them. What do you get?

—probably a book of useless information, that’d get a laugh out of her

—Probably a novelty keychain

—No gag gifts, only soft cute things to make my baby boy happy

—finger trap & fake knife respectfully

🔎 Your F/O has been replaced by a doppelganger or double of some sort. What tips you off that something's wrong?

—she calls me by my first name

—refuses tummy rubs and cuddles

—no hello kiss

—quieter than usual & more snarky than usual

📽️ How would your F/O react if you showed them their canon show/books/game etc?

—she’d indulge me and probably get somewhat interested

—fully indulge, though maybe make a couple snarky comments 

—he and I bonded over shared interests at the start of our relationship, he already loves my interests

—indulge me and encourage me & make a bunch of snarky comments but eventually get into it

👨‍👦You're meeting your F/Os parents. How's it go?

—½ well, I’d probably punch Ted

—I don’t meet his parents, he knows I’d kill Neil and say things I probably shouldn’t

—Very well! Her mothers already know plenty about me

—50/50 depends on how their mom is feeling

🧚 Fairytale AU! What fairytale or folktale would you and your F/O get put into?

—Snow White

—Sleeping Beauty

—Beauty & The Beast

—Alice in Wonderland

🏫 High school AU! You and your F/O meet on the first day of high school. What's your meet cute?

—I bump into her accidentally and help her pick up her books

—I’m his english teacher, he likes me immediately

—we have class together, he sits next to me

—they protect me from someone and then immediately ask me to be friends with them

🎮 Video game Isekai! You and your F/O get dropped into the last video game you played, how does it go? If it's your F/Os source, imagine you can change the outcome.

——Pokemon

—She’d be a little nervous but we’d work well

—he’s fight the nearest fighting type and make it fight literally everything

—He and I would try to fill up the Pokédex in any way we could, animals lovers having fun

—All im gonna say is…Team Rocket

🛌 Pick out bedroom decor, sheets etc for a shared bedroom between you and your F/O.

—soft pastels, soft everything

—messy, darker colors, dark wood

—natural colors, lots of pillows and stuffies

—flashy but comfortable, overdramatic furniture 

🍿What's your F/Os favorite movie? If they don't watch movies what do you think their favorite WOULD be?

—The Breakfast Club

—Godzilla

—Atlantis

—Heathers(1989)

🍩 What's your F/Os favorite type of donut?

—strawberry icing plain

—doesn’t eat donuts

—Strawberry cream filled with vanilla icing

—bagels

😼 Your F/O is now a furry. What species of hybrid are they? If they're already a furry, pick a different species for them.

—Cat(Ragdoll)

—dog(German Shepard)

—bunny(dwarf lop)

—Cats(twin Siamese)

🥳 How does your F/O react to having 'Happy Birthday's sung to them in public?

—hates it

—hates it

—absolutely loves it

—hates it

🦸How does you F/O feel about marvel movies?

—hates them

—like the effects, thinks the plot is ass

—thinks they’re scary

—loves the aesthetics, hates everything else

☠️ You and your F/O have to win a game contest against a powerful entity. What game do you pick in order to win?

—chess

—red rover

—Pictionary

—monopoly

👺 Cryptid AU! Make up a spooky rumor that would circulate about your F/O if they were a cryptid.

—collects haunted objects

—cannibal

—he’s mothman

—twin ghosts

🍼 You and your F/O have to babysit together. how's it go?

—goes well

—doesn’t happen

—goes okay

—goes surprisingly well

🍖 Your F/O has to make dinner for you both. What do they make and how's it go?

—something on the simpler side, but nice

—fancy AF, probably pasta with pesto

—simple noodle dish

—doesn’t cook

-🐺

[mr2swap]

He's just a kid

-FUUUUUCK! I look incredibly muscular today!- I raised one of my powerful hairy arms to sniff the sticky musk of my mature hairy body mixed with the stinky scent of my sneakers that was all over the office-Damn I forgot to put on deodorant again, whatever! Who's going to fuck with me now that I'm in Mr. Myers's body? - I began to model my hard and hairy muscles in front of the mirror that was in the office of Coach Myers, while my mature cock woke up surrounded by the thick pubic hairs in my crotch, I flexed my huge arms to worship my own reflection and I could not contain myself not a second more.

Still looking at my new body, I lowered my athletic shorts to my knees, placed my huge calloused hands on micro and mature supports, and began to masturbate as the deep moans from Mr. Myler's mouth released me more and more.

I was so hot and sweaty watching my huge balls bounce to the rhythm as my hand massaged my cock. Don't hesitate to raise one of my powerful arms to show off my sweaty hairy pit and then immerse my face in one of my armpits licking, sniffing each drop of the stinky substance that came out of my armpits.4

after a couple of minutes of worshiping the body, I had stolen I ejaculated on the mirror and smeared my reflection with the stinky hot cum from my cock, -God! I will never get tired of this shit!-

Sometimes I felt bad for the real Coach Myler who is now trapped in my little wimp. But after emptying my furry balls my mind went blank in ecstasy and deep weariness. I don't know exactly what caused Coach Myler and I to switch bodies, maybe it had something to do with that strange stone I found on the way to school, why it disappeared around the time that I and Mr. Miller had that little accident in which we hit our heads, Mom was right I should pay more attention while walking through the streets...

From the first day, Mr. Myler tried to explain to everyone Including my parents that we had exchanged in our bodies, And of course, no one believed him afterward, who would believe such nonsense to a child like him? I was a little scared at first And I wanted to go back to my body but when I lived my first day as Coach Myler I knew I didn't want to go back to my old body so I denied everything, you must have seen his angry face when my parents left apologized to me for the rumors their son had started spreading throughout the school.

"He's just a kid, you know, please forgive him." my father said with an expression of embarrassment and anger on his face. he mentioned it again.

But my bullies did not forget that matter -heeey! How is everything "coach"? since then all my former classmates started calling him that, it must be hard for him to go back to school and more if he has to do it in my pathetic and nerdy body, there are a lot of trophies and medals in my new office, some are from when he was “my” age maybe he should focus his energy on other sports… like chess or dungeons and dragons.

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[ketsuarting]

This post is both beautiful and horrid so let me add on some things:

Sinners not being allowed in other parts of hell is most likely because of the same reason why heaven gets to come down once a year and slaughter them

Their king doesn't give a shit about his subjects.

Lucifer is top honcho in hell, because he is the strongest. He can literally, magic shit into existence, something we don't see any of the other sins do. Beelzebub is explicitly shown to need 'honey', Asmodeus is directly called the 'weakest of the sins' and Mammon clearly thinks there is a point in extorting others, so clearly he is no wealth of infinite energy. We don't know about Sloth, Wrath and envy (Belphagor, Satan, and...?) but PRESUMABLY they're in a similar boat.

The only thing that is keeping Lucifer from ruling hell is that he has neither drive nor a need to. He can just show up and snap his finger and voila, things are as he desires.

(just that he has no desires except for being close to his daughter, while still respecting her autonomy. Sadly cannot be snapped into existence)

Lucifer has no interest in fighting for his denizens. He has no interest in saving them from the exorcist and he probably just gave a disinterested nod when someone asked him to ban the sinners from the other rings.

Because the Sinners suck ass ✨

They do!!!

Hell, the reason why Lucifer is even IN the pride ring is because LILITH probably wanted to be there. She gave a shit! We don't know if it was out of solidarity or compassion or because she saw potential, but she CARED.

Lucifer is shown to be a recluse, while Lilith incited revolt.

The Happy Hotel is Charlie trying to prove herself to her people. To show, Hey! I am here for you! I WANT to be a good Princess for you! I want to pick up the slack that my parents left, Lucifer with his incompetence/apathy as a ruler and Lilith with her disapperance.

Presumably she CAN go to other rings, but those don't need her. They have their Sins that manage them. Mammon is generally well liked in his ring! Bee is considered a party queen! Asmodeus CLEARLY cares about his Ring.

Also: While Hazbin Hotel is not super novel with how it represents Hell (Rings, 7 deadly sins, lots of borrowed names and creatures and themes), it clearly refuses to follow any other established canon to the T and makes a point of diverging.

(the seven deadly sins not being actual 'sins of depravity', there being 7 and not 9 rings, not limbo or climbing up and down, etc etc)

That being said; at the end of the day this is a story and while it's nice to have cohesive worldbuilding, this isn't a Dark Souls game. This is a stage to make the furries have cool dialogue and fun scenes. I know a lot of people think this is automatically 'lazy writing', but you can also absolutely OVER ENGINEER THE PLOT. And these shows already do that. I am thankful they stopped before completely over complicating the lore.

(recently started watching this show with my mom and she has a really hard time following the plot because it's SO MUCH INFORMATION that you have to absorb. I have to constantly explain story beats because the show, to a degree, assumes that you have at least a passing interest in Bible fanfiction. Mind you, this doesn't make the show bad, she still enjoy the jokes, but what a lot of people critique the show for are actually very much NEEDED SHORTCUTS to make the show ACESSIBLE TO NEW VIEWERS. Not everyone wants to be an obsessed Superfan. I know. The horror. I don't understand it either.)

Having all the sinners in one ring helps condense the story. Having the happy hotel help streamlining character interactions. Having Charlie be overtly optimistic makes this show enjoyable instead of a Fuckfest of sadness and angst.

About people saying that sinners only existing on the top ring Pride in Hellavu Boss/Hazbin Hotel is lazy writing and makes no sense

I have been seeing people say that it makes no sense that sinners only exist at the top ring because in Dante’s Inferno each sinner would go to the sin circle that ruled their life. It’s worth noting that this is not Dante’s Inferno, and pointing out what happed in Dante’s Inferno and how it was supposed to work does not change the fact that taking inspiration from a story does not mean they are obligated to fallow it in a way that makes sense to you. Like the Bible, Lucifer did not in fact marry the folklore first human woman that came before Eve and became the first Demon. Nor did he have a Daughter with her.

And yes the fact that there are six other circles but their has to be an extermination every year because only Hell born can leave the top makes no sense. Because it’s not supposed to. Its more telling that their is shady stuff going on.

The vary first thing I noticed about the theme park was that if it were not for the imps running around you would think it was earth. The bluish green sky even looked like the regular earth sky you could even tell it was daytime. Hazbin Hotel everything was dark and vary packed. The second thing I noticed about the theme park, their was elbow room it wasn’t packed.

But why wouldn’t they go to the circle of the sin they were most guilty for in life because that’s how the punishment goes? Well does Lucifer care about punishing? Doesn’t anyone think it’s strange that the sinners only real torment is each other? Other then having to share space with ass holes they are pretty much free to do whatever. They even own businesses. Its like Lucifer does not actually give a shit what they did. Here’s a better question why should he care?

Thinking about it, in between Lucifer rebelling against God, being cast out and damed, I am missing the part where he agreed to be the dumping ground of the evil monsters, selfish Jackasses, or just troubled people who were just not really pure enough for heaven to want.

So why would he make the Hell born, his actual citizens, share space with creatures he wanted nothing to do with?

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

AU where Bruce isn’t a billionaire but just you’re regular everyday history teacher. He still has all his martial arts training and stuff because he meets Selina and Talia in college and is like ‘hot women... must be able to keep up with her in a fight...’ and no parents (well Alfred exists but yk), but is otherwise normal. No Batman.

Then he meets small Dick Grayson, recently orphaned in a whole new country, and his adoption senses are like ‘hnggg’.

And small Jason Todd before his mom dies and he winds up on the streets so when Jason goes missing from class he gets worried and finds him and is like ‘hey Dick do you want a new brother’.

Given Tim went to boarding schools I can’t see him meeting him first, so maybe he meets Steph first?? And he notices how no one seems to care where she is etc and is like ‘can I adopt you??’

And THEN Tim’s parents die ig and then Steph’s like ‘yo can you adopt by bestie’.

And then he meets Cass I guess?? Not as a teacher. Maybe she saves him from being mugged or something and his child sense immediately tingles and he’s like ‘child?? With?? No home?? Would you like me to-’

Reiterating he’s a history teacher, so he probably has like a three bedroom apartment and already has five kids.

Then Talia is like ‘hehe soo remember when I said I miscarried well ACTUALLY-’ and Bruce is like ‘wtf this is a. child. Why does child have. Sword.’ And Talia’s like ‘oh I thought you’d use all your martial arts training to go out dressed up as a Bat and beat up bad guys so I could use the terrifying image you cast as a way to train our son more.’ And Bruce like ‘wtf no I have better coping mechanisms than that’ ‘oh - wait why are there so many rats here?’ ‘THOSE ARE MY CHILDREN TALIA-’

Dick still hates Talia because I find that hilarious. Damian is like five, already carting around a sword, and Bruce DOES NOT have exactly one (1) coping mechanism of cage fights in a fursuit so he’s like ‘Okay. Let’s try to work out your aggression is a less violent way’ ‘FATHER I WILL BE YOUR ONE TRUE HEIR’ ‘To what? My teaching job? Okay.’

Then Duke’s parents are Jokerized (bc the Rogues still exist) and he stops showing up to class and Bruce gets worried again and finds this child trying to take on the Joker by himself and is like ‘okay yeah no’.

And then one day he gets Cullen Row in class, and he’s a sweet kid, kind of jumpy, but then he sees some assholes picking on him for being gay and goes all teacher mode and is like ‘do you want me to talk to your parents??’ and Cullen’s like ‘lol my dad would probably give them a medal’ ‘Hmmm okay so can I adopt-’ Naturally Harper is a package deal.

Basically Bruce adopts all his kids but IS NOT a violent furry so he’s a good dad and doesn’t enlist them into his weird ass ‘war on crime’ or whatever he calls it.

Also the kids get to share rooms now and fight over bathrooms-

[crybabykiko]

A Good First Impression

Toji Fushiguro x Daddy Kink (f!reader)

WC: 2.8k

Contains: All porn, barely any plot, college au, established relationship, toji is still kind of a shitty dad, reader meets the parent... the fuckening ensues, megumi's dogs make an appearance but not in the furry way, use of daddy bc that is literally the prompt, reader is called "good girl", I guess cheating kinda, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!recieving), swallowing, dilfs

A/N: Cuck Megumi 2021 and in dilfs we trust (also this is not that late yay me) also blue text supremacy we are an iPhone family 💖

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Parent’s weekend. The three-day yearly event invented to convince your parents that the college tuition they were paying was worth every penny, and that you were getting a quality education. Your mom and dad couldn’t come out this year though, as they had promised they’d see your younger sibling this year at their university for the same event. Not that you minded the trade-off, you’d be too preoccupied doing keg stands and dancing the night away at the “orphan” parties. Those were the parties thrown by the students whose parents never came around. Your boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro was the king of these parties- that’s actually how you had met. This year’s party was going to be even better than the previous ones- or so you thought. When you woke up that morning, you were surprised to have other plans:

Megs: My dad is actually in town this year.

You: Wait… in the 4 years we’ve been in school he’s never showed???

Megs: Yeah, he has a work break or something.

You: I thought you….

You: Don't you…. hate him? Don't... we hate him?

The we being your show of solidarity to your boyfriend.

Megs: Believe me if I could have said no I would have. He just showed up at my place.

Megs: We’ll have to rain check on the parties.

Megs: Bars next wknd?

You sighed at your phone. Looks like there wasn’t going to be a party after all. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t close to his father, but it was still important to make a good first impression, or so you told yourself. After all, even if he was shitty, he could very well be your father in law one day…

You: Well how about we have dinner? I can cook?

Megs: Don’t bother- he’s not really worth the effort.

You: Babe, c’mon. I’ll make your favorite!

You: At least let’s make the best out of it….

You: And I’ll even make dessert…

You snapped a picture of your newest lingerie set, which was placed neatly on your bed. That would get him for sure.

Megs: When you put it that way I’m not gonna say no…

Megs: Wear that to dinner and I’ll play nice.

Checkmate.

You: Good boy. I’ll be over in a bit.

Megs: Fuck off. Love You.

You responded with a simple heart and headed off toward the store to get dinner prepped. Playing wifey for a few hours was sure to make you look good. What could possibly go wrong?

When you got there, Megumi didn’t answer the door, but instead- a much bigger, older Megumi-type. He looked just like your boyfriend- a glimpse into the future if Megumi were to really start hitting the gym. Clad in nothing but a towel, he poked his head out of the door, adjusting the fabrics that lay around his waist.

“Well you… must be Y/N.” He wasn’t shy about anything.

“Don’t just stand there, come on in,” he opened the door wider, allowing you to see even more of him. His biceps had to be the size of your head , and that was just a rough estimate. He looked a lot younger than you expected too, his face was hard but youthful.

“I didn’t expect it to go this way either,” he quipped, calling you out on your obvious embarrassment. Your gawking wasn’t helping either. He seemed alright about it all though- much the opposite of you. He let out a hearty laugh, extending one hand while keeping the other tightly clad around the small towel that covered his lower half.

“Toji Fushiguro.”

Setting down one armful of groceries at the doorstep, you shakily took it- careful to breathe your way through the encounter. Of course you were flustered by the awkward overtones of your first introduction, but the fact that your boyfriend’s father looked.. like that, only added more fuel to the fire. You couldn't help but think that maybe this was why they didn’t talk much, or why Megumi never really liked bringing him- or any of his family really, up.

“Yep.. That’s me... Nice to meet you,” the words spilled from your lips as short, shallow gasps. You could barely look him in the eye as you took your first steps into the threshold of your boyfriend’s place.

“Sorry about this,” he remarked, addressing the elephant in the room.

“Megumi said you weren't going to be here for a few hours.”

He bent down to help you with the groceries, only to fully realize exactly the position he was in- opting instead to let you handle the bags of food as you took your first steps inside. Megumi’s dogs immediately greeted you, familiar with your presence. They urged you to squat down and give them a few good scratches behind their ears. You found yourself looking up at him again, noticing how the water of his interrupted shower ran down his chest and abdomen. Your mind snapped back into itself- reminding you of just exactly who you were speaking to. Pulling yourself back up, you took a deep breath and tried to push the heat out of your face, the flustered sensation starting to pinprick its way down your body.

“I- um, I wanted to come early to help out with dinner,” you stammered, starting to put your keys on your assigned hook in his place. The dogs were still swarming, brushing up against your exposed legs. Toji raked a hand through his stringy, wet hair, allowing you a fuller glance at his incredibly toned physique. For what it was worth, you’d never tell he was a father just by looking at him, let alone a father with an adult son like your boyfriend. They would be much more fitting passing as brothers- clearly Fushiguro genes were strong.

“Kind of you- I know my kid can’t cook to save his life.” Now that you were both inside and out of view of the neighboring complexes, he helped relieve you by taking two bags from your arms.

“You’re definitely a good girl.”

The comment threw you off slightly. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or patronizing, but it made your body feel like jell-o. The water clinging to his body slowly dissipated, the air drying him off, yet still leaving his body glistening at every curvature of his muscles. As you passed him to head to the kitchen, he followed closely behind. Your boyfriend’s father had a presence- it was heavy, present, and authoritative- but it also carried an air of mystere similar to that of his son.

You awkwardly chuckled, muttering in acknowledgement of his comment, trying not to fixate on his word choices too much. When you reached the kitchen, he helped place all of your ingredients on the counter, for some reason sticking very closely to you, and making it apparent before you crossed over to the sink to wash your hands and begin prepping. It was then that he made his way back to the door, voice trailing off as he left you alone.

“I'm sure you know where everything is- I can leave you to it.” He seemed polite enough. But it was also such an awkward encounter that there couldn’t be much room for anything else.

And he was gone. When he came back downstairs, he was fully clothed, much to your relief. You could barely focus on cooking, almost nicking your fingers several times over due to the fact that you couldn’t shake the sight of your boyfriend’s really hot dad- shirtless and dripping with water. It wasn’t helping that even though he had a shirt on, the fitted fabric still showed off his muscle definition. ‘You’re definitely a good girl’, looped in your head like a broken record. Just how good were you if this was starting to turn you on? Really, of all people, of all times, your boyfriend’s father? You needed to get a grip.

“So, since you’ve seen me pretty much naked-  I guess I can skip the peasantries,” he called out from across the threshold, taking a seat in the living room. He wasn’t shy about anything- it was as if he had no shame at all. Maybe this was why he and Megumi hadn’t gotten along, he was definitely much more reserved than, whoever this was.

“Come have a seat,” he called from his space on the couch. As you peered over the kitchen island and out of the nook, you could see he created a small space for you next to him.

Sitting down, you made yourself as comfortable as possible, trying to make sure he wouldn't notice the heat on your cheeks or the way your voice cracked as you spoke.

“You’ve been dating my son for a while, haven’t you?”

“Um, about two years or so, yeah,” you replied, feeling a familiar sensation of butterflies begin to swell in your stomach.

“Well shit,” he sounded surprised. “I should have come around earlier than this.”

He leaned back into the couch, draping an arm around the back of it- and you- as he made himself more comfortable. His legs spread out, taking up most of the space on the cushions that were between you.

“So,” he continued. “Two years huh? You’re both happy, then, I take it.”

You fiddled with your fingers before nodding. It was small talk, but for some reason, it made the hairs on your neck stand up. You hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to you, the tension in the air clouding your vision. The seconds of silence in the air were palpable, further silencing you by allowing a lump to form in your throat as he placed one hand on your thigh, slowly tracing a finger up to your dress’ hem.

“He makes you happy?” He asked again- a bit more insidiously this time, starting to tug at your clothing with his fingers and staring directly through you. His eyes were hungry- sinister even.

You were frozen. You wanted to move, to say something, say anything- but any resistance was futile. Fixing your mouth to say something instead you simply leaned forward, melting into his touch. He grazed your mouth with his, a feather light kiss that begged for more entry. Intoxicated by his presence, you could just barely trace the scar on his lip with your tongue, briefly remembering where you were and who you were with only for a second.

“I- what are you-” the moans you were exhaling became his green light.

“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend.” he hummed, slowly gathering your hair to push over your shoulder. The looming feeling of his frame behind you made your stomach flip. His breath was hot against your ear as he lowered his voice to a soft whisper that made your skin blister with goosebumps.

“I saw you. I knew from the moment I opened the door what you thought of me, y/n.”

His thick fingertips pushed their way underneath the strap of your dress, gently peeling the thin string from your shoulder and letting it fall down your arm. Your head lolled to the side, and then back against his chest, allowing Toji access to your unmarked neck. Slowly, you felt the sticky heat of his tongue run from your collarbone, to your ear, just barely pulling your earlobe through his teeth as he let out a  low growl.

“Let daddy take care of that.”

His free hand roamed down your body, pulling your dress down fully to pool at the bottom of the couch, fully exposing yourself and your pretty new set- the one that you had worn for Megumi.

“Well look at how fucking pretty this is…” his words lit your skin ablaze.

“All this for my son, no doubt. We’ll make sure it doesn’t go to waste, yeah?”

You whimpered. He looked just like him. It wasn’t him- but you couldn’t stop yourself from falling further down the trap Toji had set.

Flipping you onto all fours, he quickly lined himself up with your hole, a lewd chortle coming from his mouth as you felt his spit replace a lack of lubricant. He was careful enough to push your delicate lace panties to the side without ripping them, still remarking how beautiful the set was as he gripped at the fat of your ass. Rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, he combined the wetness of your slick and his spit, opening you right up as he started to fuck into you. The stretch burned as Toji pushed further into you, hissing as he gave you more time to adjust to the girth. Even without the extra prep, he felt much different than Megumi- in a good way. You couldn't see him, but you could feel every single inch of him pressing further into your stomach, just barely knocking at the door of the spot you needed him in most.

“Tight fucking fit,” he remarked, blowing air from his lips. This time, he pushed all the way into you, sending your body lurching forward and causing a stream of lust-laced profanities to fill the room. As you cried out, your head flew backwards. Toji took this as an invitation to keep you there, taking a fistful of your hair and snapping your neck into place. You were looking up at him, tears of blissed out pleasure welling in your eyes as he stared. He licked his lips, taking the pad of the thumb on his free hand to trace your mouth, pulling it open by your bottom lip. In one swift movement, the hand cupping your face pushed your cheeks together, involuntarily pushing open your jaw as you saw a string of saliva leaving his mouth to hit your tongue.

“Swallow,” he commanded, abruptly pushing your face back down into the couch cushion.

Doing as you were told, you raked your lips through your teeth, drinking it all down; back arched like that of a cat as you relished in each kiss of his cockhead at your sweet spot.

“How’s that feeling, pretty thing?” His voice was dripping in false comfort as he picked up the pace, drilling your body ever so skillfully. One hand reached around your midsection to begin rubbing soft, teasing circles at your clit. Coupled with the dizzying pace of his hips and the heightened fear of the love of your life possibly walking through the door at any moment, you were slowly slipping into a new sensation; it was a sordid, sickening fear based pleasure, one that built up so much more pressure inside of you.

“It feels- hmhh-” you could barely get the words out. It felt like a cacophony of awe, joy, terror, and the most deliciously sinful pleasure you could ever feel.

“It feels good, daddy- so good.”

“Look at you, so close and I’ve barely given you my all,” he sounded pleased.

“We can’t have Megumi finding out about this, now can we, hmm?”

You shook your head, eyes widening out of fear that he’d stop- especially when you were this close. It would be the worst possible scenario, next to you getting caught on the couch like this. But somehow, some way, not being able to cum by Toji Fushiguro’s doing was still slightly the worst outcome.

“So then we can’t leave a mess,” he grunted, speeding up yet again, causing your toes to curl.

You felt yourself bracing as you began to white out, tightly clenching around him.

That’s it, he urged. “So good cumming for me just… like… that…”

He staggered his words, pulling out of you as you came down. Not giving you a second to adjust, he took your hair again, pulling you to the ground right in between his legs.

“Show me how good you are, sweet thing.”

Without hesitation, your mouth opened wide, ready to savor the taste of him. He didn’t hold back, cum oozing from his cock in quick, thick spurts directly to the back of your throat. Upping the ante, you took hold of his length, jerking him off onto your tongue yourself. Giving you a pleased smile, Toji wiped the corners of your mouth with one of his thumbs, taking it upon himself to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Such a good girl,” he purred.

There was a quick beat for both of you before you could hear a car alarm click in the driveway. Immediately panic setting in, you looked at Toji, who looked at you, seemingly unphased. He pressed a finger to his lips, picking up your dress and throwing it into your arms all while pushing you to the guest bathroom down the hall. He closed the door behind you, rushing to greet his son and buy you a few seconds to get your shit together.

“Where’s Y/N? Her car is here?” You could hear your boyfriend stepping into his space, inching feet away from where you had just been absolutely torn in half by his own father.

“I’m in the bathroom, Megs! Be right there!”

That was all you could manage, still savoring the flavor of Toji’s cum on your tongue.

This was going to make for an interesting parent’s weekend, for sure.

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