#okay goodnight :3c

[e77y]

Trying to fix my resume ☝️🤓 Small problem: I sound like a loser no matter what

[wispurring-moss]

i am so normal about him I Am So Normal About Him I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM—!!!!!!;;;;;;;;;;;;;

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Peppino, its not broken. some people are just being cryptic as hell.

Peppino: "I'm so confused..."

Gustavo: "It's alright, Peppino! As long as there's still legible messages, we can still talk to them!"

Peppino: "Yeah, I guess so..."

Peppino: "Anyway, the Noise is not a health inspector - Grazie Dio - He's just some TV guy in yellow pyjamas that has taken a liking to tormenting me. He's a little less annoying when he's not 'in-character', but he-a still takes a lot out of a guy. Even thinking about him is tiring."

Gustavo: "He knows how to make a place fun, though!"

Peppino: "Oh yeah, tonnes of fun."

Peppino: "Yeah, you'll get to meet at least Noisette tomorrow. Always get a coffee from her café in the mornings. The Noise is-a usually off filming or something."

Peppino: "That means Pep's gotta come too... I hope he'll be okay if Theo is there... He can be a lot for someone not used to it..."

Peppino: "But this could work to my advantage... Hmm...~"

Gustavo: "...Peppino..."

Gustavo: "Peppino."

Gustavo: "Peppino!"

Peppino: "Wuh-! Huh!?"

Gustavo: "Peppino, you were thinking about using Pep for a revenge scheme, weren't you?"

Peppino: "What! No, no, noooooo. I was-a thinking about... Those chocolate croissants Hazel makes! They're sooooo good, y'know!"

Gustavo: "Uh-huh. Sure."

(translations for cryptic asks under cut!!!)

[thedeafprophet]

Jamie is annoying and pestering. This remains true when interacting with Mr Fires

Looks at alex. looks at fires. makes hands signals comparing the heights

"So how do you two fit-"

[valley-of-headcanons]

hello!!! i just started following your blog recently and i love your headcanons :] !!

i wanted to request some headcanons about the farmer's first kiss with the bachelors and bachelorettes :3c (can be separate posts if needed! no rush <3)

maybe things like where and when it'll happen, if it's early on or later on in their relationship, if they even have a relationship yet when it does happen, etc. :0

thanks so much for reading this lol, and keep up the good work!!! <3

bachelors' first kiss with farmer || headcanons

sharing such a magical experience with your lover is better than you could've ever imagined! <3 part two here!

warning: alcoholism and self-hatred in shane's part (relapsing), a few kisses without explicit consent. guys, please learn some decency 🙄

requested by: anon! hi, so sorry for the late response! thank you for the request though, i deeply appreciate it! such a cute one too! :) i hope you enjoy, because i had a ton of fun writing it! part two will be out eventually :)

alex

• Alex wouldn't wait to kiss you, to be honest. It would essentially be right after a love confession, even before you two start officially dating. He's too overjoyed with the fact that you actually feel the same about him, and he really wants to show you. After dinner and the saloon, the night he confessed to you, he walked you home like the true gentleman he is. As he walked you to your dimly like doorstep, he held your hand for a moment. The look in his eyes showed that he didn't want to leave yet, or ever.

• He took a deep breath before softly taking both of your hands in his. “Can I give you a goodnight kiss? Even if it's on the cheek, I don't mind. I want to make sure you're comfortable ... but I also want to make you feel loved. Whatever you're comfortable with is perfectly fine,” he said with a nervous smile. The soft glow of your porch light illuminated you so perfectly, he didn't want to lose this picture of you. You're so perfect in his eyes.

• After you let him know that it was okay to kiss you, he slowly rested his hands on your waist in the most respectful manner he could. Once he noticed you were okay with it, he slowly leaned into your lips. The kiss felt like sparks flew across your yard. It was soft but the passion behind it wasn't concealed. The fast heartbeat in both of your chests sounded like a metronome on the verge of short-circuiting. It was so, so lovely.

elliot

• Elliott and patience doesn't seem to pair well. Did we really expect him to wait very long? In all seriousness, it would probably be before the actual confession. He wouldn't do it unless he saw reciprocating signs, of course. You two were relaxing on the beach one night, watching the dark waves under the moonlight. The conversation was deeply poetic and romantic, explaining life's mysteries with metaphors and similes like it was just common knowledge.

• “The moon and the sun are so distant from each other, but they're nothing without the other. The moon wouldn't have its light, the sun would have nothing to show its light to. But once in a lifetime, they eclipse each other for just a moment ... do you think that this moment is an eclipse? You, the sun, and I, the moon? ... I find the idea quite enchanting ...” he said, his eyes tracing your face.

• He locks eyes with you, analyzing your expression with everything he can. He slowly lifts his hand and rests it against your own, almost like a test. When you don't pull away and instead move closer, that's when he knows. He leans into you slowly, so that if you want to pull away, you can. You don't. Your lips connect like the waves crashing on the shore beside you; the moon's heart strings are certainly tied to the ocean. Strong but calming, pulling you deeper and deeper. What a way to end a beautiful night.

harvey

• Harvey wouldn't kiss you until you're in a relationship, and it might take a while. He wanted to make it special! He's so unsure about the romantic aspect of life since he's so stuck in his work. So, he decided to make it special! He invited you to the forest after dark, where he had set up a picnic blanket. Candles were all over the area, but you soon discovered that they were fake candles, because Harvey wouldn't be caught dead causing a forest fire. A nice meal was prepared, something Harvey cooked himself. This dinner was for your six month anniversary.

• He nervously asks, “So ... I-I know that this is our sixth month anniversary, and I was wondering if you'd like to dance with me?” You're surprised, but you oblige. He puts on some soft, slow-dance music and offers his hand. He's not very good, but he can sway. You notice the nervous look on face and the slight sweat on his hands as you dance below the stars. You ask what's wrong.

• “... would it be okay if I- ... uh ... kissed you?” Harvey asked with a small, nervous smile. He was so embarrassed, but when you gave a nod, he was over the moon. He cupped your cheek with his hand, staring into your starstruck eyes before leaning in. The kiss was so incredibly soft, sweet, and caring. It felt like you were lifted into the star-studded sky, laying gently on a cloud. It was beautiful and definitely worth the wait.

sam

• It wouldn't take Sam too long to kiss you. Maybe a week or two at most. He likes the romantic aspect of a relationship, but kissing is kissing in his eyes! It's not the most serious part in his opinion, but it's pretty cool, right? It would happen the night of his first concert with you two officially a couple. You stood at the edge of the stage, staring up to watch him perform. The crowd was small, but they were heavily enjoying the music. Specifically, the song he wrote for you.

• At the end of the night after the crowd goes home, you ran to hug him. You tell him how amazing the concert and how you feel about the song he wrote you. “I'm so glad you loved it! I wrote it a little while ago, back when I started crushing on you. It's a sweet little tune. We didn't really start composing the instruments and shit until I realized I was in love with you- ... oh fuck, I didn't- but- ... I love you. I really do love you. More than anything, actually ...” Maybe this was a little more serious than just a kiss.

• Sam's face was bright red, both from the sweat after performing and his bashfulness. When you said it back, he practically jumped for joy. He held you tightly within his arms and pressed kisses all over your face. He hesitated, before kissing your lips. Fireworks, an array of colors exploded as your lips met. The world disappeared while you were in his arms, just every color you could ever think of.

sebastian

• Sebastian would probably kiss you before you two officially started dating. But, you'd immediately start dating after, he doesn't like loose strings like that. When he showed you his bike one night, he asked if you wanted to take a ride to the city. After he shoved a helmet on your head, you were both good to go. Holding onto the back of him for dear life was enough to make both of your faces flush with color. As you two made it to your destination, he really couldn't get that moment out of his mind.

• You two were on the outskirts of the city, a small park that Sebastian liked to visit. He couldn't shake the feeling of your arms around him ... maybe it was a sign. “Hey, do you wanna go bike riding again soon? I didn't expect to like it so much with company, but I guess you're an exception ... my face isn't red- how can you even see? There are no lights except the stars! ... fine, you win, but it's your fault. You ... there's a lot of things about you that make me blush, okay? ...”

• The two of you sat under the stars in the cold, wet grass as he stared into your eyes. “... you look so pretty in the light of the stars, is this how you look every night? ... can I kiss you?” he asked, his face bright red and his freckles illuminated. When you nodded, he softly pressed his lips against yours. He was gentle, but his hand slowly slid to your lower back to pull you in a little more. The kiss was the flickers of a fireplace, contained but oh so warm. It felt like warmth, peace, and home. Maybe this was where you belonged.

shane

• It would take Shane a while to warm up to the idea of being in a relationship, and an even longer time to kiss you. He's always worried about how serious this will be, and he doesn't want to kiss you if you're just going to end up wasting his time. However, he's convinced in enough time. You two were sitting at the pier at the lake below your farm, and he was a bit tipsy. He had relapsed again, but not by too much. He was only a bit tipsy, but definitely emotional. You two were a few weeks into dating, and he didn't entirely trust you yet, but ... he was working on it.

• He was ranting, severely upset. “I tried so hard this time, but it just got away from me. I don't get it! Everyone tries so hard to stop me but I always find a way to get back to the bottle. You try ... so fuckin' hard to stop me. I let you down ev'ry damn time- I always let you down! It pisses me off how hard you try and how passionate you are! I-I just- ...” he says, his voice beginning to break as he looks into your eyes.

• Your were about to speak before his lips attached to yours. It was as though lightning struck you, his hand resting on your waist as he kissed you with an unprecedented amount of passion. It shocked your body to the core, but you couldn't get enough of it. He was desperate for this, he needed this. Whether it be the liquor on his lips or his sober thoughts, this was the one thing he wanted.

[dreamyfreakout]

i'll post more about it this week but ^w^ i just posted a new one time only design ~ meow ~ it's the dog wash shirt :3c and it's available for ten days!

all of the support will help me pay bills and rest as a i jobhunt, because i just lost my job hehe :,3c ~ if you enjoy my art and stuff, this is a great way to support my work & get something cute! :3 okay thanks and goodnight! <3 :3c

[justpuppylove]

domestic sex with quackity? <3

despite his bubbly appearance, he likes to take things as they come. definitely enjoyer of positions where either he holds you/you hold each other, or have to be face to face and close. for sure he likes to crack a joke here and there, but still while holding hands and looking out for all reactions.

also him exploring your whole body, making mental notes on what zones are most sensitive? he'd spend hours on this :3c

somehow he gives off a big oral giver vibe, probably has a thing for biting too. on the receiving end? absolutely smitten by praise and slow skillful handjob.

Master

Dom!Quackity x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: master kink, daddy kink, pet names [specifically puppy], and choking

Also, literally everything you said is so fucking correct omg

“Goodnight chat!” Quackity says as he ends his twitch stream and lets out a sigh of relief. You’re laying on his bed, scrolling on your phone. You were relieved he was finally done streaming because as much as you hate to admit it, you feel jealous over how much time he dedicates to streaming. You’d never admit this to him since you know how much streaming means to him, and it offers more than enough to pay the bills. You snap out of your thoughts as quackity lays beside you in bed.

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him, he was so warm. “Are you okay my love? You seem tense.” He says into your ear. “I’m okay, just glad the stream is done.” You respond with a slight sigh, melting into his body heat and accidentally grinding on him in the process. He lets out a groan which sends shivers down your body. He slides his hand down your body and presses your lower half up against his, now hard, dick. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you~” he whispers while pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. You feel goosebumps shoot across your body as he begins rubbing your pussy through your clothes. He pulls his pants off and presses his dick up against your ass. You spread your legs for him as he starts dry humping you. His hand remains on your pussy as the other one reaches for your tits, squeezing and rolling your nipples in his fingers. “Fuck~ please fuck me” you beg as your hand grabs his wrist, trying to shove it into your underwear. “Whats my name sweetheart?” He asks you in a teasing tone while stopping his hand from entering your waist band. “Mm- daddy, please fuck me daddy” you respond whining, pressing up against his dick for friction. “Good job puppy, such a good little puppy~” Quackity says while playing with the elastic of your underwear, making you let out a whimper. He shoves his hand into your underwear as he begins playing with your clit. He bites the back of your neck as he pulls off your clothes, his dick immediately rubbing against your pussy. He moans as he slaps his dick onto your folds, “you’re so wet for me puppy, so wet for your master hm?” He says and all you could do was nod and whine as he pushed his tip into you. He slowly fucks his tip in and out of you while kissing the back of your neck. He pushes his length into you as you both let out a loud moan, he gives you time to adjust before he starts moving. He brings one of his hands up to your throat as he fucks into you, this makes you let out even sluttier moans for him. “You like when I choke you baby?” He asks, it was more of a rhetorical question but you nod frantically as his grip tightens a bit. He continues slamming into you as he brings his other hand down to your clit. He moves his finger in circular motions around your bud and you can feel yourself getting closer. “So close daddy” you say as you try to fuck yourself harder onto his cock. He fucks you faster and harder, as you feel him hit your G-spot you moan out his name. “Right there? Does my baby like it right there?” He asks fucking that spot harder, all you could give out was a few ‘yes’s as you come on his dick. He slams into you a few more times before he cums inside of you with a loud moan.

“I love you so much darling” quackity says leaving kisses on your neck from where he was biting you. “I love you too” you say as you sink into his arms, “goodnight puppy” he says holding onto you tighter. “Goodnight”

[wickedlittleoz]

Hello! So I was listening to "Blood by Mothica" and it reminded me of that vampire Hanzo from heroes of the storm and I was wondering if it'd be okay to request vampire Hanzo in shimadacest :3c The thought of Hanzo piercing Genji's skin and feasting on his blood is shhfjfjfjfsjjfjdjffjdjd

I know you already did a vampire fic in the past so no biggie if you're not in the mood! Thank you and have a nice day! 🙆

HELLO HI HOW ARE YOU

anon listen there is no such thing as one too many vamp au stories, THANK YOU for requesting another one because i love writing these!!

was loosely inspired by lucy's arch in dracula but obvi this one has a happy ending. i hope you like it!!! send more if/whenever you wish, ily, have a good week <3

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A cold, salty breeze blows through Genji's window. Curled in the couch beside it, he sighs dreamily. Outside the full moon reflects on the ocean so bright and so large that he feels like he's being transported to another dimension, somewhere else entirely. Somewhere where he's free...

Behind him, the door swings open. He doesn't have to look to know who's coming, doesn't need the heavy steps and the tired sigh.

"I thought I told you to close that window an hour ago," his father says with assertion, but no anger.

Genji too heaves a sigh and unfurls from the blanket to do as he's told. Then there's a hand on his shoulder, and he allows himself to be guided to his bed and tucked in. Sojiro sits beside him, offering a small thing of a smile. Genji mirrors it.

"Rest, my son." He pats Genji's face gently. "Doctor Fukaya will come to see you in the morning."

Something coils inside Genji at the thought of talking to a shrink. He's never been a fan of sitting quiet and discussing feelings, let alone with a complete stranger. Sure, his brother's disappearance has been... Difficult... But he thinks with time, he'll get over it.

He has to.

"Is it really necessary, father?" Genji asks, knowing full well that he can't change Sojiro's mind – he's already moved the entire family out to their summerhouse only because fresh air should be good for Genji's health. And it has been good, in fact. Sometimes he can almost forget...

As expected, he pays no mind to his son's wishes. "Good night, Genji," is all the man says before he leaves.

Sojiro makes sure to turn off the lights on his way out and Genji is almost certain that the hears the lock turn. He sighs. Might as well sleep...

A couple hours later, he thinks he's woken up by something tapping on his window. But the sleeping meds that Sojiro has him taking make his mind foggy, so it might be just a dream...

Sunlight. The roar of the waves. Wet sand on his feet.

He feels grounded here. At ease.

It's now been six months since Hanzo went missing. Genji remembers it like yesterday. A regular midweek morning where he left the family estate for some work regarding the clan... And never returned.

He remembers hugging Hanzo at the door and that his brother had kissed his cheek, and some bodyguard had coughed uncomfortably at the intimacy of that gesture. Their father laughed with some vague explanation about how his boys had grown up very close since their mother passed.

He had no idea just how close...

Genji might never be able to explain to their father why Hanzo's disappearance hurts so much. The memories alone make his heart feel like it might stop beating. An entire existence, always yearning for Hanzo – his brother, best friend and love of his life.

He sighs, tears slipping down his face without him so much as realizing they were coming. But someone calls out his name, all the way back by the house, and Genji swallows the sentiment.

Therapy goes as poorly as expected and by nighttime, Genji feels worse than he's had since they got here. He doesn't sit by the window and when Sojiro comes to say goodnight, somehow the man thinks that's a good sign. Tells Genji that Dr. Fukaya will be back in a couple of days, as if that's any comfort. Genji just nods vaguely. The meds are kicking in and the world begins to swirl around him...

Tap. Tap. Tap tap.

He wakes up with a start. This time he's certain of the sound he hears.

His hands are shaking as Genji walks up to the window. Whatever's out there continues to insistently hit against the glass, so he takes a deep breath before pulling apart the curtains.

A... bat?

"Poor thing," Genji breathes, relaxing at the sight of the creature. "Must have hit your head, huh?"

The animal somehow brings back some sense of peace to Genji's heart. It's a simple coincidence, that this irrational being got confused and wants into the room. And he's always had a soft spot for little flying things; he doesn't really think about consequences as he opens the window to let the bat in.

"See?" Genji chirps as the bat does a lap around his bedroom. "This probably isn't where you wanted to go."

Obviously he doesn't expect the animal to understand him, but the bat doesn't stop flying in circles for a full minute.

"You like it here?" He doesn't know whether to be scared or amazed, but he's certain that this little creature poses no threat or danger to anyone's health; if anything, having him around makes Genji happy, so he informs the bat that, "Well, you can stay as long as you like."

He slips back into bed and watches the bat for a few moments, before sleep takes hold of him once more. When he wakes up the next day, it's gone.

"I take it that therapy went well," Sojiro says at breakfast. "You look better... But remind me to have someone check your room for bed bugs."

Genji frowns. "I don't think there are bugs in my bed... I would have noticed."

"Silly boy," his father says with a dismissive chuckle.

It's not until after breakfast that he understands what Sojiro meant: a pair of tiny red dots adorn the side of his neck, which hadn't been there the day before. They feel wet at touch, but not itchy, and he really doesn't remember being bitten by anything. Odd...

Tap. Tap. Tap tap.

Genji stirs in his sleep, but doesn't fully wake up. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness he remembers leaving the window partly open for his friendly bat to visit. There's no reason to get out of bed, the creature can just fly in if it so wishes.

A deep voice calling out his name in a provocative whisper.

A sudden sting on the side of his neck.

His eyes blink open before he's aware of being awake and a familiar face comes into view.

"H-Hanzo?" He asks and the man smiles. Were his canines always so big and sharp? Is that blood on his gums?

"I'm here, brother," says that voice of allure and somehow it both does and doesn't sound quite like Hanzo.

He's so confused. His brain hasn't caught up to the present yet. "Is this a dream?"

A cold palm slides down the side of Genji's face, his throat. It slips under the neck of his shirt to caress his chest, leaving goosebumps in its trail. It downs on Genji that he's being held in the man's embrace. And his hand keeps brushing downwards, feeling all of Genji's torso, rousing him to consciousness...

"Does it feel like a dream?" He asks in a murmur, then chuckles.

The sound is so familiar...

Genji tries to free himself from the arms wound around him, but Hanzo won't let up.

"Hanzo, is it really you?" Fully awake, he shakes and stutters, but Hanzo merely shushes, holding even tighter onto Genji's form.

"Easy now, easy!" He kisses the top of Genji's head and suddenly he feels a sense of calm wash over him, such that it doesn't even surprise him, when it well should.

"You don't want to wake up the rest of the house," Hanzo continues saying. "If they find me here they'll send me away."

Hanzo is right, what is Genji thinking? Didn't they spend their entire lives slipping into each other's bedrooms late at night, when no one could see? This is their song and dance.

Genji relaxes against his body and Hanzo hums appreciatively. He starts to undo the buttons on Genji's shirt.

A thought occurs to him that he hadn't noticed before. "You're cold."

A hum. "You can help warm me."

Genji giggles as Hanzo's hungry hand massages his now exposed chest. He knows what his brother means.

"You haven't changed one bit," he says, reaching down to untie his pajama pants. He thinks he probably hasn't touched himself (or anyone else, for that matter) since Hanzo went missing, but Hanzo is right here. All is fine, now.

"You're wrong," there's a tone of entertainment in Hanzo's voice and he leans closer, until his lips brush against Genji's ear and his breath sends a chilly shiver down his spine, to say, "I bite now."

Genji could laugh if he weren't busy moaning. Suddenly he's a hard as a rock and Hanzo sees it, shifts his hand down and into Genji's pants.

"Bite me all you want," Genji manages before Hanzo's magical hand wraps around him.

He thinks he hears thank you, little brother, though Hanzo's lips don't move against his skin. But all of this could easily be just a very vivid wet dream, he wouldn't be surprised. So voices and whispers are to be expected.

All he knows is that Hanzo is still the person who knows him best, and that includes how he likes his cock touched. He gets lost in the feeling, so high on pleasure, that when the fangs pierce the skin of his neck Genji just tightens his hold on Hanzo's hair, begs for more, faster, harder! And he delivers. He always delivers.

He passes out, he thinks, when he climaxes, because when he wakes up the next day, Genji is alone in bed.

"You're late," Sojiro says when Genji wanders into the kitchen. He looks up from his phone and frowns at the sight of his son. "And pale. Did you have a nightmare or something?"

A nightmare? Genji wouldn't call it that...

"A cold, I think," he lies, sinking heavily onto a chair.

His father hums. It sounds exactly like Hanzo's. "I told you not to stay at the beach after dark. I'll have someone make you tea."

He gets up from his chair and makes to leave the room, but stops and really looks a Genji for a moment. And frowns. "Those beg bugs are still around? And I was told your bedroom was clean."

Angrily, he stomps away and Genji knows someone will be getting yelled at shortly. But his concerns are somewhere else. He reaches upwards and touches his neck; the wounds feel slightly bigger and when he looks, there's a tiny smear of blood on his fingertips.

Hanzo appears in his dreams again that night. And again, when Genji tries to ask about where he's been and why he doesn't want others to see him, he deflects the question, kisses Genji's head and suddenly he forgets his anger, his worries.

He hums against Genji's neck, licks over the bug bites lovingly. Genji just shivers, hugging onto him lest he leaves again. But he does anyways. Genji wakes up alone again.

By the third night, he's already expecting the visit. He hears it when the bat flies into the room and, a minute later, feels Hanzo slipping into bed beside him. The whole thing has gotten Genji thinking and this only proves that he's right.

Somehow, supernatural beings are real and his brother is a vampire.

Hanzo bursts out laughing before Genji even says anything. "Does it scare you?"

Genji sits up and stares at his brother – or what used to be him. Pale skin, red eyes. His long hair falls loose around his face, his shoulders. Shiny and beautiful as ever. The sharpness of his expression is irresistibly sexy; Genji feels a literal sigh slip out of his lips.

"No," he says with honesty. "You couldn't scare me if you tried."

Hanzo's eyes soften and he fully sits on the bed beside Genji, leans in for a kiss that Genji throws himself into, body and soul.

"We can run away together," Hanzo whispers. "Forget the family, forget everything. You can be like me and then you'll be free."

Free. He's crying before he knows it and Hanzo wipes away the tears with gentle fingers.

"Are you happy?" Genji asks, not because he worries about his own happiness, but because he cares about his brother. It's been 6 whole months. Were they good or bad? Where has he been?

The sincerity in Hanzo's eyes is almost palpable. "How could I be happy without you at my side?"

A sob wracks through Genji's body and he pulls Hanzo into another kiss, and another, and another. An hour later they're curled into each other, naked and clear-headed, and as he curls his fingers into Hanzo's hair, he realizes the answer is so very simple.

"Take me," he whispers against his brother's smile. "For all eternity."

Illuminated by the moon, Hanzo's face seems to glow, a picture of absolute beauty that Genji will forever remember and cherish.

"For all eternity."

[lafortis]

Okay goodnight for real for real gamers :3c sleep tight and sweet dreams

[poorlittlevampire]

okay my head hurts goodnight mwah mwah mwah THREE kisses tonight instead of the usual two :3c because i love you

[whiskertoots]

leaf on head and glowing eyes makes for a perfect fallen leaves (not my design, it’s @js-designs !! check em out they have such a GOOD STYLE)

[scrawlingskribbles]

hehe 

............boyed frens~ ||3c u didn’t hear that from me tho~

[mintmoth]

are there any twst ships you're interested in? i'm just curious :3c

OH MAN so there's not a lot of ships in twst that I don't particularly like since there's a ton of fun character interactions and dynamics that I understand people liking a lot!

Personally the ones I find myself gravitating towards though would be-

Jade and Azul- these two are all head games and one upping each other but also operate on a lever where they understand each other really well, and I've seen a lot of really cute and gorgeous art of them, and I'm weak for the childhood friends to lovers thing

Floyd and Azul- similar to above but with the added hijinks that is just Floyd in general lmao, I see more goofy art then cute art with the two of them but it's a really fun dynamic they have

Floyd and Kalim- again I've seen very goofy and cute art of them and I think the two of them have the ability to just have a lot of fun, added points for giving Jamil a heartattack

Jade and Kalim- once again cute art has won me over LMAO, though I like the added bonus that Jade is more quiet about being very inhuman so there's this element of him being alarming or letting Kalim in slowly only to be met with kindness and understanding to the point where Jade is just like "do you not understand how much danger I am?", also Jamil might be having an even worse heart attack HAHAHAHA

Jamil and Kalim- OKAY I AM SPECIFIC WITH THIS ONE because they have so much going on and I adore how messy and complicated they are so I don't like things magically okay or wow they're suddenly fine and also dating like no I want them caring deeply for the other but they know there's too much going on to let them have a relationship so it's like, the two of them growing and having gentle moments with soft pining and hard moments that are still full of hurt and resentment and moments where they think maybe one day they'll have things figured out and they really can just be two people who could have a romantic relationship outside of everything they've grown up with but also sometimes they they think that maybe they really can just care for the other as a friend and that if they have to let go maybe they can- like yes I do still like silly comics and cute art but this is them at their ideal for me personally lmao I just like them.. complicated. There's no quick fix here and that's okay

Jamil and Azul- okay so this one crept up on me and has become like my number one ship that I like.. Actively Ship OOPS I just love how they're such good parallels of one another and how Azul is so incredibly actively fascinated and amazed by Jamil and Jamil is like, suspicious of him but also actively acknowledges Azul as someone who's competent when Jamil tends to put himself above others like, they're the one upping bullshit and complicated nonsense but then add in the concept of them genuinely enjoying the others company and letting the mask slip around the other because they're faced with someone who really understands them in ways others don't, but they both have far too much pride and too many issues to just admit their feelings so they're left pining and floundering- did I mention I'm a sucker for slow burn romance

Oh yeah also I like Vil and Rook, Azul and Idia are fun, Trey and Cater are great and angst city, Jamil and Leona are interesting????, Ace and Deuce are cute and has that fun teasing aspect with "yeah I kiss the bros goodnight so what, maybe I think about holding your hand sometimes because you make my heart do backflips SO WHAT ITS NOT LIKE ITS A CRUSH ITS JUST A REGULAR TUESDAY WITH THE BOYS"

Oh yeah and Vil and Leona have never been married but they're divorced

[huffle-dork]

even if seeing villain alt breaks my heart, could we get 17. “This is stupid. Goodnight.”? I don't have a scenario in mind but I hope it's enough!

(Oops I got super carried away with this but- also introducing some new swaps! But- not JSE swaps :3c it’s the Googles! this is actually a huge throwback to some of my original fics I used to do inspired by @reverseblackholeofwords !! Hope y’all don’t mind the break from angst to actually establish a doctor for the boys to visit XD )

Alt had gotten careless. He managed to get into a fight with Bro after a day of not eating well- affecting his glitches. And he didn’t know Bro had like- this ability to channel his energy into his fingertips. Which he could then fire off like an electric bullet. And… he had scarily good aim.

While trying to glitch away, the bolt had knicked Alt’s leg causing him to yell out and skid across the ground. He gripped at his leg and stared at the gushing blood- it had taken out a big chunk.

Bro still wasn’t used to fighting Alt- all of this still felt so foreign. So when he saw he had really hurt him- the hero paled and tried to rush over. “O-Oh fuck! Are you okay??”

The glitch just bared his teeth at Bro like a cornered animal. He looked over to find the shit he was trying to steal that fell out of his hands and his mask- reached out desperately to grab them- then glitched away before Bro could fully get to him.

He didn’t need Chase’s fucking pity.

He managed to glitch to Mag’s latest lair (he often switched between a few in the city to keep trails off him) and almost passed out. One of Mag’s panthers, a smaller one that has a pink and black freckled nose, nudged Alt a bit as she found him before grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket. She started to trot off with him to see Magnificent. Usually Alt wouldn’t mind and would just let it happen- but sadly he wasn’t a kitten and being dragged was scraping his injured leg on the ground.

“Ow ow lucky! I-I’m okay girl just- let go!”

He glitched weakly out of her grip and fought to catch his breath. Lucky sat down and cocked her head at Alt in confusion and let out a concerned rumble. She nudges her nose against Alt’s hurt leg.

“I-I know girl I’m gonna fix it just-“

The sounds of dress shoes clicking on the concrete floor has Alt stiffening. He whirls around and sees Magnificent approaching. The cat masked magician cocks his head at Alt, much like his panthers.

“Is there a problem, kitten?” He purrs.

Alt grits his teeth and then throws the bag of goods at Mag’s feet. A couple jewels fall out and clink on the floor.

“No trouble. Fantastic got the jump on me but I got the shit.” Alt mumbles, trying to hide his bleeding leg.

Lucky however presses up against his leg with a tiny roar and the pressure is enough to make Alt cry out.

Magnificent pauses in studying the stolen goods. “You’re injured-“ he observes.

Alt thinks back to his previous mistakes while employed by Magnificent and stammers out, “I-It’s fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle. It won’t stop me from working, I promise you.”

The cat masked villain gets back to his feet and approaches Alt. Alt can’t help but want to stumble back but Lucky keeps him from moving.

Magnificent eyes the injury the best he can then shoos Lucky away so he can kneel down and take a look at it. Alt’s heart is in his throat.

But Magnificent merely hums in thought before getting up.

“It will be troublesome to you to not get that treated, Alt. And I can’t have my apprentice going around hurting himself unnecessarily.”

He flicks up his hand and in a flash of green magic Alt’s phone is yoinked out of his pocket. Alt yelps and tries to grab it only for the magic to drop it in his hands easily. Alt blinks slowly and looks up at Magnificent.

He waves his hand, “Look up a nearby clinic and get that taken care of. The longer it’s left alone- the worst it will heal.” He starts to turn away.

Alt is confused. Mag… hadn't been this understanding to him with injuries before. Well… maybe he hadn’t gotten this injured… but- mistakes were usually met with harsh punishment. guess… things really were different now that he was his apprentice. Alt felt a bloom of warmth he didn’t understand in his chest.

He bit his lip and shakily asked, “Hey- you’re magic though… you don’t… have any healing spells?”

Mag stops to look back at Alt and then chuckles.

“A fair question but… no. I can’t heal. That’s not something a dark magician can do.”

Alt narrows his eyes, seeming more confused. Mag sighs. “I’ll teach you the difference between light and dark magic when you’re not bleeding out.”

He throws something out at Alt and the glitch struggles to catch it. Luckily- lucky does and she proudly drops it into Alt’s hand. It’s a black credit card.

“Do not glitch around. Use that to get help, feed yourself and for the physician's bill.” Magnificent instructs before teleporting away in a wave of tv static.

Alt looks down at the now slightly slobbery card. This was… most likely stolen. But- he didn’t care right now. His leg was fucking killing him.

——

The closest clinic Alt could find was… odd. In big red letters its side read: DOOM URGENT CARE AND CLINIC.

“Well that’s not fucking ominous…” Alt mutters under his breath. Sounds like a place that a sketchy doctor would lure patients in to kill them…

Still though- Alt didn’t have time to be picky- as much as he wanted to be. Now that he was working as a criminal… going to a high end hospital was out of the question. He hated those fucking places anyways.

He swallows shakily then starts to limp into the clinic, pulling his normal smiley face mask over his face.

The door chimed slightly to alert his presence. Alt was surprised- this place was way more colorful than any hospital he’d been to before.

The large waiting room had a long stripe of color on the main wall showing off blue, yellow, green and red. A bright blue desk that slightly glowed was waiting in the middle. In front of the area was a collection of chairs, the same bright colors as the stripes. And there was even bean bag chairs and toys for kids from the looks of it. A tv quickly played from where it was hung on the opposite wall. It was so pleasant in here for a place with the word ‘doom’ on the outside…

An older bearded gentleman was sitting behind the desk, idly watching the tv. He blinked as he saw Alt out of the corner of his eye then perked up.

“Hello! Welcome to Doom urgent care!” He greeted cheerfully.

“Uh… hi?” Alt muttered back, shifting uncomfortably. He was gonna get blood on those nice chairs wasn’t he-

“What can I help you with, sir?”

Alt limped to the desk and anxiously played with his scarf. “I uh… got injured on my leg. I need someone to look at it.”

“Oh of course! Lemme call one of the nurses to get you all checked in.” He pressed a button on the phone behind the desk. “Ollie? We got a patient- can you get him set up?”

It didn’t take more than 20 seconds for the double doors leading further into the practice to spring open. A cheerful younger male in yellow scrubs and glasses raised his hand and smiled. “Here, dad!”

Alt blinked in surprise. Dad? Guess this was a family business… huh. And woah… this guy not only had the same name as Jackie’s kid but.. if you squinted they almost looked the same. Alt felt a pang in his chest he quickly tried to ignore.

The receptionist winced with a laugh. “Not at work Oliver- we gotta keep it professional looking remember?”

The younger boy, Oliver, blushed and gave him an embarrassed smile. “R-Right…” He turns to Alt, “Sorry I’m really new… just came out of nursing school- still getting used to this… but-! Let’s get you helped out, alright?”

Alt felt uneasy- especially with how nice everyone was here and how eager they were to help. God- if they knew they were helping a criminal…

“I uh… t-this is stupid. I shouldn’t be here… g-goodnight-!“ Alt quickly stammers out- trying to back out. He could solve this on his own- he always had.

Oliver and the receptionist looked confused. Alt almost tried to glitch out but- he was so low on energy. He hadn’t eaten anything before coming here… the effort alone of trying to glitch had him seizing up and starting to see spots. He stumbled back, gripping at his dizzy head. His leg slipped on one of the loose kids toys and he toppled back- hitting his head hard on the tile below. The last thing he heard was strangled cries of concern.

Alt came to later with a low groan, blinking his eyes open blearily to try to figure out where he was. He was in a small white room that had a band of yellow at the top of the walls. The table and other equipment had accents of yellow too. This place was so colorful it almost hurt his eyes…

Wait- that’s right! He went to that weird clinic then… he- he passed out? What happened?

He tried to get up and yelped slightly as he tugged on an Iv drip in his arm. …why is there a fucking Iv drip in his arm??

He almost tries to yank it out- but a frantic voice stops him.

“W-Wait! Don’t do that!”

Another man stumbles in, not the same guy as before. This one looks slightly older, with different octagonal glasses and green scrubs. The name tag on his uniform reads “Dr. Jayden Doom, PN”

Alt stops his action but glares slightly at this new ‘doctor’. The doctor seemed to gulp before calling out into the hallway. “O-Oliver! Your mystery patient is awake!”

Rapid footsteps come down the hall before the yellow scrubbed man from before practically slides in. He beams at Alt. “You’re awake!”

He claps the other man on the shoulder with a smile, “Thanks, Jays!” The doctor nods and wanders off, muttering for Oliver to keep a close eye.

Alt bristles like a cornered cat. He hated going to the doctors… this whole thing set his nerves on fire.

Oliver’s face falls slightly before he tries to laugh. “Ha… not a cheery waker huh? I get it… I’d be pretty crabby too after waking up from hitting my head…”

“Why do I have an Iv?” Alt growled.

The nurse perks his head up, “oh! You had an extremely low blood sugar! Usually we’d give you juice and crackers and monitor it but… well… you did faint. So this is just a precaution. Let’s see if your levels are better.”

After going though the usual procedure (although Alt was squirmy the whole time) Ollie finally steps back and nods.

“Well- it’s not great but you did lose a lot of blood. Once the doctor’s done checking your wound we can get you some snacks to help build it back up!” Oliver beams, keeping his cheery composure.

Alt makes a face but nods. Oliver makes quick work on removing the IV and patching Alt up.

While he’s finishing another similar looking man peeks his head in, wearing red scrubs. His hair was slightly messed and more spiked than the last guy’s was. He looks way more tired to- like he’d been awake for a day or so.

“Yo Ols- I’m heading home… you need anything?”

Oliver had just finished bandaging up Alt and smiles to the other man. “I’m good Rhett- get some good rest!”

The man simply nods and heads down the hall.

Alt observes quietly before speaking up, “You guys are all… really friendly to each other for doctors…”

Oliver laughs, “That’s cuz we’re all family! All the doctors here are my older brothers. Our step dad, Dr. Iplier is the one you saw at the front desk. He helps keep the clinic running!”

“Woah, really?” Alt asks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yup! All of us really love helping people… so we all worked together to keep this clinic strong. We have some other staff but- this clinic is our pride and joy. We live close by so me and my brothers often switch shifts around so we can be open whenever.” His brown eyes twinkle with excitement, “That’s why I’m so excited to get through this and earn my doctorate too! That way my brothers won’t have to keep an eye on me and we can all work to help as many people as we can! ” He chuckles nervously though, his ears reddening. “I’m… just a nurse for now though… but I’m glad I can support everybody here.”

There’s a cough in the doorway that has both Alt and Oliver looking up. Another man, a bit older than the other two, stands in the door. He has deep blue scrubs and a white coat with an embroidered G on the lapel.

“Is our patient awake enough for an examination?” He asks, his voice borderline monotone. But, he has a soft look in his eyes as he looks at Ollie.

Oliver blushes more but smiles, looking to Alt. “Oops- sorry to ramble at ya but.. thanks for listening! Uh… before i go, what’s your name? I forgot to ask…”

Now it’s Alt’s turn to blush slightly. “Uh… it’s Alt. Alt B-Brennan.” He muttered, making sure to use one of his alisies he’s accumulated over the years.

The nurse smiles brighter. “Alt huh? What a cool name! Well- it was nice to meet ya Alt! I hope Google can help you feel better!” The doctor opens his mouth with a scowl at Oliver but the boy quickly springs away, making the doctor sigh.

“…Google?”

“That’s… my brothers’ nickname for me. It’s been a joke since we were kids…” He sighs, “it’s a long story so I won’t bore you with the details but. Anyways.” The doctor straightens up to look more professional, holding his clipboard close to his chest.

“Hello Mr. Brennan. I’m Dr. Griffith Doom and I’ll be taking care of you today. Now…” he checks Alt’s chart. “It looks like we got your wound patched up to try to stop the bleeding while you were unconscious. However, we didn’t want to assess the damage fully until you were awake. Do you mind if we look at it now?”

“Uh… no that’s- go ahead…” Alt shifted uncomfortably, trying to resist the urge to glitch.

Dr. Doom nods his thanks and shifts to move Alt into a better position before unwrapping his leg. The doctor pulls out some tools and studies the wound with a critical eye.

Eventually he asks, “What was the cause of the wound? Bullet? Or perhaps- something superpowered?”

This made Alt jolt, looking at the doctor with wide eyes. “H-Huh?? How- how did you know that?”

The doctor’s lip just barely went up in a smirk. “You’d be surprised how often those injured by supernatural forces come to see small clinics, Mr. Brennan. Since we’re out of the general public’s eye we can treat those kinds of injuries with more…discretion.”

He flips through a few pages on his clipboard before addressing Alt again. “I have my suspicions but- who caused the injury?”

Alt grits his teeth and looks away, curling his hands into fists. Should he say… and risk being treated as the criminal he really was?

Google seems to notice Alt’s hesitantation. He places a gentle hand on Alt’s knee and adds in a soft voice. “I ask only for treatment purposes, not to judge or incriminate you. We have an oath at this clinic to treat anyone who comes through our doors to the treatment they deserve. And we believe everyone deserves to not be in pain. That’s why we're here…”

Alt feels tears in his eyes that he quickly tries to blink away. He tugs on his jacket like it was weighed down with his sins.

“And well- we’ll try to keep your identity a secret as well. We’ve dealt with enough to do our job on that pretty well. I know it’s hard to trust a stranger, but this is information needed to get you back on your feet.”

Alt finally sighs and just barely glances at the doctor before answering. “…it was Bro Fantastic.”

He expected a raised eyebrow or a judgmental glance from the doctor. But Dr. Doom just simply nods and walks over to his computer and types some stuff in. Eventually he nods again and starts to grab supplies.

He comes back over and sets out burn cream and bandages and gets to work cleaning the wound with fresh water. Huh- Alt can barely feel it… maybe they put numbing cream on it earlier.

While he works the doctor explains, “Bro Fantastic usually only gives us impact patients from the forces of his blows. However he does create injuries like this- similar to a bullet wound but with no metal to extract, and slightly burned skin around the exit wound from the heat of his energy. If not properly treated and just covered it would take longer to heal so… we need to treat it like a burn until that skin is healed enough to close the wound.”

Alt slowly nods. That makes sense but.. he would have never thought of that. “You sure do know your stuff, Doc…” He mumbles.

Dr. Doom chuckles lightly. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” He works quickly and expertly to apply to burn treatment and wrap Alt up. Alt tests his leg and wow- it hardly even felt like the wound was there.

“Better?” Dr. Doom asked with a hidden smile.

“Much,” Alt sighed with relief.

“Good.” The doctor turned and gathered up some materials in a bag for Alt. “Here’s some small packs of that cream and bandages. Try to change them regularly and check on the wound. Keep activity on your leg light for a few days to really help it heal. Any other questions for me?”

Alt looked at the bag of supplies with surprised wonder. Didnt doctors usually expect you to get your own supplies? Jesus these guys were so nice-

The pickpocket shakes his head and pockets the bag, trying to get a more stoic look back. “N-No I think I’m good…”

Dr. Doom smiles just barely. “Good. Don’t be afraid to come back if you have any more trouble. Oh and-“ He leans over to his desk then gives Alt a card. “Here’s our business card. We try to be open as much as we can be so… if you need any assistance day or night, give us a call.”

Alt blinks at the card then pockets it too. “Uh yeah… thanks Doc.”

The doctor shakes his head, “it’s no problem. Now let’s get you some snacks from Ollie- and I’m giving you some doctors orders to go get some real food after this.” He gently puts his hand on Alt’s back to lead him out.

Alt chuckles, “you don’t have to tell me twice… I’m starving.”

Huh… maybe Alt would start trying to visit this clinic more often…

[stardewitagain]

Oh shit can we get some cute fluffy stuff with Harvey and an f!farmer? And also since I'm a bit self indulgent, maybe how he reacts to the farmer coming out as bi/ace 👀

Absolutely! I always love a fluffy prompt :3

Harvey loves to make you breakfast :3 sometimes he wakes up a little later than usual though, and you get to hug him from behind while he’s cooking. It always surprises him, but he giggles and talks softly to you while you’re still waking up

Early in your relationship, he’s nervous about kissing. Not that he doesn’t like it! He’s just a shy awkward boy and every little kissy flusters him to no end💕

Nowadays though, he kisses you whenever he gets the chance. A little peck on your head as he’s going around the house, a smooch on your hand before you scurry away for your next project, a kiss on your lips before he says goodnight💕

He loves napping together. If one or both of you have a stressful day at work, you find yourselves in bed having cuddles and a nap. If you decide to relax and put on a movie, you often fall asleep cuddled on the couch.

As for coming out, he’s very chill about it. Being bi himself, the most he does is say “oh, okay!” and ask about what your asexuality means for you. It also prompts him to ask about adoption in the future, if you want kids :3c

[macnevercries]

Goodnight (Shinsou x F!reader)

Warnings- somnophilia, non-con, penetration, loss of virginity, yandere tendencies, praise, creampie

Word count- 2360

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You were so nice to him. You smelled so good. You smiled so brightly, looked so pretty, so genuine. These things about you were what started his obsession. Watching you and keeping tabs on you became a hobby, then a need.

He found his brain constantly occupied with thoughts of you, your small habits, things you said to him, things he wished you said to him. Everything about you was perfect. You were the object of his affection, his darling.

But you didn’t know any of this, you were clueless to Shinsou’s infatuation with you. To you he was just a friend, an awfully clingy friend but in an endearing way. He had been this way since year one and you two were now close to the end of year three. You two weren’t in the same class like last year, but Shinsou made every effort to see you whenever he was free. Walking you to class, sitting next to you during lunch, walking you to the dorms and asking to hang out on the weekend.

You kind of guessed that he liked you, you had thought so for years but you didn’t say anything in case you were wrong. You weren’t against the thought of dating him, he was insanely handsome, his lavender fluffy hair framing his sharp jaw perfectly. His dark circles perfectly balanced his lazy smirk. To top that off he was kind and he always treated you with respect even if he got in your space a lot. You just assumed he was touchy, thought nothing of it.

One day when he was walking you to the dorms he kept brushing his hand against yours. You didn’t bother moving, you were tired and his presence was comforting.

“You need help studying right?” He asks, looking deep into your eyes as if it was the last time. This was an interesting thing about Shinsou. He always lingered, even when he wasn’t with you, you never felt like he left.

“Yeah I do, I’m struggling a little bit in English and History. Do you wanna study with me?” His face lit up at your offer, nodding eagerly. He started in the direction of the 3C building, excited to have you in his room. How would you act around him in private? Would you like his room? He needed to record your every action and memorize it. You stopped walking and Shinsou turned around, tiring his head to the side to convey his confusion. He wanted you in his room already, why were you slowing him down?

“Hold on, I’m sorry” you mumbled. You shuffled through your school bag looking for something. Shinsou couldn’t help but peek over your shoulder, he had never seen the inside of your bag before. His eyes darted between the contents of your bag and your newly exposed skin, your skirt drifted up your leg where you knelt on the sidewalk. You looked back up at him, an embarrassed smile gracing your face.

“I left my books at the dorms, can we study in my room instead?” You asked meekly. Shinsou’s face flushed all shades of red. He had already been in love with the thought you in his room, but him in yours? Enchanting. He smiled and nodded.

With his approval the two of you headed towards your dorm. You walked through the common room, nodding at your classmates and getting in the elevator. Your room was on the third floor, twelve meters down the hallway on the right. Shinsou engraved this path into his brain, he would have to come back. You unlocked your door, walking in and closing in behind the purple-haired boy.

He glanced around the room, taking in as much as he could before his gaze was drawn back to you, opening the balcony doors to let in the soft spring breeze. The wind fluttered your skirt and blew your hair. You looked like a goddess. Shinsou wished he could take a picture of you, he wanted to remember this moment forever.

You sat down at your desk, pulling a chair up for Shinsou to sit in. You got out your books, flipping it open and getting to work. After a few minutes you laughed and looked over to Shinsou,

“Are you ever going to come sit?” You giggled. Shinsou smiled apologetically, pulling his chair out and making sure to scoot close to you. The hours flew by, you studying and Shinsou watching.

He had his book open and he answered all of your questions, teaching you what you didn’t understand. He just couldn’t focus on his own studies, not like this. Not when you were sitting next to him, looking like that.

The clock hit 6:30 and the dinner bell rang. You closed your books, thanking Shinsou for his help. You walked him out of the building before heading back in for dinner. Thoughts of you ran through his head as he walked back to his own room, he would definitely be returning to your room later. Now that he had a taste, he wouldn’t let it go.

He had been watching the clock for hours. He ate dinner in his room and barely did any of his homework. Thoughts of you flooded his consciousness and it took everything he had not to go right back to your dorm. No he had to wait until everyone was asleep.

When the clock struck 2am he silently slipped out of his room. He wasn’t careful walking down the hall, his foot steps were never heard. He took the stairs instead of the elevator, heading down swiftly. When he got outside it was pitch black. There were no street lamps on at Heights Alliance at three in the morning. It didn’t matter to him though. Shinsou had memorized the path from his room to yours the moment you took his hand and dragged him there.

Despite how flustered he seemed at the moment he was taking everything in. The cracks in the concrete, how certain movements squeaked the door, where your room was in relativness to your classmates and of course, the feeling of your soft hand against his.

He slides the dorm door open noiselessly. Rapidly, he walks to the stairway, taking two at a time. The slow climb to the third floor went by in seconds. He had been waiting years for this moment.

He glides down the hall, eager and giddy. Stopping at your down he gets down on his knees and starts to work on the lock.

Two minutes later and he has it pop open. Slinking inside and closing the door softly behind him, he walks over to your bed. He takes a moment to look around the room again and breath in your scent. You’re his safe haven and he can’t imagine being happier than he is now.

He puts his large hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you awake.

“Hey kitten, can you hear me?”

“Hmm? Shinsou?” you mumble, still half asleep.

Your response was enough to for him to get ahold of you. Now that you were under the power of his quirk there was no way he would let you go. At least not anytime soon.

“I want you to stay still for me okay? I’ll do everything, I’ll make you feel so good baby I promise” His words are sincere but they make you shiver with fear. This wasn’t this Shinsou you knew.

With you frozen in place for him, he turns you over so you’re facing up and pulls down the covers. He flicks on the lamp on your bedside table, taking a moment to appreciate the way you look in the soft light.

You can’t move and you’re stuck in a post-sleep daze, barely aware of what’s going on. Your soft lips are slightly parted and cheeks pink from the warmth of your bed. You look so inviting.

Shinsou leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips, savoring the sweet taste. It was everything he imagined and more.

“My god you taste amazing, mind if I taste something else?”

He snickers at the panic in your eyes. You try to scream ‘no this isn’t how I want this to happen’ but no words leave your mouth. It doesn’t even open at your will.

He plays with the straps of your tank top, tugging and pulling them. He glides them down your arms, bring the whole shirt with it. He tosses the shirt to the side, out of view. His hands run over your chest, worshipping the skin you live in.

“You’re so gorgeous you know that? Such a pretty girl.” He breathes the words onto your skin.

His calloused fingers trace your breasts, thumbing your sensitive buds. The way they perk and pebble at his touch gets him going.

“You like that? I can do more of that” He latches his mouth onto your nipple, pinching and pulling the other one. His tongue glides across the delicate skin beneath him.

His mouth detaches with a lewd pop, switching to the other side to give you a matching mark. As he removes his face from your chest, he plants kisses across your collarbone and travels down your stomach. When his tender touches reach your lower stomach, your hips thrust forward against your will.

He chuckles darkly at your reaction.

“Patience kitten, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Let’s take our time, yeah?” he soothes his words into your skin. Despite his actions they calm you.

He pulls your loose shorts below your hips and down your thighs, taking a moment to trace the soft skin. He settles himself between your plush legs, facing your core.

Tracing the elastic of your panties, he licks a large stripe up your clothed cunt. A shiver runs through your entire body, hips jumping towards his face when he pulls away to watch your face.

He grins wildly “I knew you wanted me too, I knew it.”

He takes your panties off before you realize what he’s doing, burying his head in your sex. He inhaled deeply, somehow managing to creep you out more than you already are.

He eats you out like a starved man, his previously gentle touches greedy and hungry. Slurping you up, swallowing you. He latches his mouth out your clit, giving kitten licks where your body wants him most.

He slips in two slender fingers with ease. Scissoring and twisting them to open you wider. He rotates his digits, pumping them in and out, looking for your special spot. One move he makes has you clamping around him, body jolting.

A sinister smile covers his face. “Here? I can do it here” He curls them deeply into you, continuing his attack. You thrash around, your stomach tightly wound with pleasure. He sucks a little harder on your clit and that’s all it takes for you to unravel beneath him. He guides you through it, letting you down gently.

He retracts his fingers and face from your glistening cunt. He slides his fingers into your open lips, forcing them down your throat. You choke on his digits, tasting your slick on his skin.

“Yeah, you sound so pretty. I wish you could moan but if I let you go even a little bit you might manage to get out of my hold. You have always been a strong woman, it’s why I love you. But alas we can’t have you escaping from me now, we’re having so much fun and I haven’t gotten my turn yet.”

He slides his swears and boxers down his legs in one swift motion, causing his heavy cock to slap against his stomach. The tip was a deep reddish purple from waiting, pre-cum dripping from the it. It was pretty, a few prominent veins running across the bottom, average girth and impressive length.

Looking at it made your mouth water. It also made you wish you had time to develop a relationship with him on your own, made you wish it didn’t have to happen this way.

He doesn’t hesitate to run it through your folds, mixing your excitement with his. He pushes into your tight hole slowly, cherishing the way that you grip him tightly, sucking him into you.

“Oh god is this your first time? You’re so tight for me, just for me” He groans. You would nod if possible. It was your first time. The stretch was painful.

Shinsou didn’t wait long for you to adjust, after a few seconds he couldn’t take it. He wrapped your thighs around his waist and started pounding into you. The way his head kissed your cervix, the bumps and ridges hitting all the right places.

He just started and you could already feel yourself close to your second orgasm. Thankfully he was too. Going quicker, he rammed you into the mattress, moving his thumb to your clit. He rubs hard, almost too hard. You clench around him tightly, releasing with him.

He spills into you, painting your walls and fucking you through it. He groans and his voice cracks.

“Oh fuck, good girl good girl good girl good girl. Yeah you’re so fucking good for me” he rambles his words into your ear, sucking on your jaw as he slows down and pulls out. He grabs his phone and starts snapping photos, your fucked out face, his hands on your breast, the hickeys and marks trailing your body, and last but not least, his pale fingers pushing his cum back inside of you as it threatens to spill out.

Content with his job, he pulls his pants back up, and tucks you back into bed. He switches off the lamp, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s keep this a secret yeah? At least until you’re ready to accept my feelings.”

Picking your panties off of the floor and sliding them into his pocket he exits the room just as quietly as he entered. Even when his quirk deactivates, you lay there silently, the remains of his presence leaking down your thigh again. You feel so used. And yet somehow, so loved.