#they are both always nonbinary when i write them

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Pairing: Dawn (Yang Xiao Long/Sky Lark)

Word Count: ~100

A/N: day three: blue collar, modern au, lumberjack Yang

Sky stares. Sky stares, because he doesn’t think he’d be able to not stare. Like if he looks away, or blinks, she will vanish from existence. Long blonde hair in a bun, and purple eyes, and a treasure trail just peeking out behind red flannel. The sleeves are rolled up to her biceps, revealing tantalizing muscles Sky wants, embarrassingly enough, to lick and the word sir sits heavy on his tongue, willing itself to be spoken. Called. And Sky talks a lot, but his tongue is dry as he does nothing but stare. Freckles cover sunburnt skin like painted constellations. Eyes a shade of purple Sky wants to spend the rest of his life trying to recreate. Her eyes catch his, and she smiles with dimples, and Sky feels his heart stop.

It restarts with a wink and a “hi”, feeling like it’s thumping to a brand new beat.

[avvidstarion]

n and hilda im thinkin about n and hilda

[captain----nemo----returns]

ok so I was nine. orrr ehhh eight but most likely nine. that's really important (no). I just read that hunter's dog book, I have no idea what's the name, the main character is this dog named Lucky but whatever I never liked him anyway. I was in the WC fandom first and that jazz, but that was roleplay, no fanfiction. THEN I got to these dog books and THAT'S where it started

long story short i got so angry at this half-wolf alpha guy that i inserted my first ever OC (Stormfur) which was a heavy sort-of-self-insert-but-a-lil-bit-nooooot-butmostlyaselfinsert as a female wolf even though they were first a male cat, this shit is still hilarious to me see the tags where I humiliate myself by confusing myself by my own first ever OC

anyway (I and) Stormfur got SO angry at this half-wolf guy that IIRC they had a fight, like a physical confrontation, she pinned him down because something something wolf fight better than dog (or anyone with any amount of dog blood in them which sounds REALLY weird rn), and gave him a DRAMATIC LECTURE on LEAVE! BEHAVE OR LEAVE FOREVER! OR I WILL FIND YOU! AND I WILL KILL YOU! and he RAN OFF bc I was that smart.

and then either SHE left TOO or became the new alpha? but I don't think so bc I never liked being in power, and she was a self-insert? or she made that beta borzoi girl the new alpha? or some another background OC of mine? which, if that was that beta borzoi girl, really shows WHY I turned out a lesbian.

OH MY GOD AND I ALSO WROTE IT IN A .TXT FILE ON MY MOMS PC. LIKE THE FILE WAS RIGHT ON THE FUCKING DESKTOP. I SEE THE IMAGE IN MY BRAIN 'TIL THIS DAY

thank GODS I never posted it anywhere.

[butchvamp]

okay i've played a bit more and i have a lot of thoughts about Taash and the way gender is being handled overall in this game...

first i will say the positives which is that i do really appreciate the attempt at incorporating trans characters both in the world as companions and allowing us to make those options in the cc. and as someone who also writes dark fantasy stories with trans characters i do understand how difficult it can be to incorporate these identities into a world that doesn't necessarily have the same language as we do; but overall the way they've approached this feels very... i've seen some people call it unpolished but i actually feel the opposite. it's almost clinical (therapy-speak in general has been a main criticism of this game) and it's way too polished, in my opinion, which is what makes it so jarring to see.

there has been a trans character established in game previously, there is already a precedent for these identities to exist in this world, and they have never used this language before. the way Iron Bull talked about Krem felt far more realistic and integrated into the world of Thedas comparatively. was it perfect? no, of course not, but i chafe at the idea that it needs to be perfect, anyways. this is another problem the game has; past characters have had their flaws completely ironed out (Isabela is now a paragon of friendship and returns cultural artifacts instead of looting them, Dorian has multiple codex entries wallowing about how he used to defend slavery, the Crows have suddenly become a big found family-- on and on and on) and while i have my criticisms of some of these flaws (Dorian's pro-slavery rant in inqusition still makes my eyes roll) i dislike the way they're handling these changes and just expecting us to ignore all of the lore and worldbuilding from previous games. and all of this "political correctness" only for the game to still be so racist.

which brings me back to Taash.... Taash is very strange character, lacking agency around both their gender and their culture. they are simply a mouthpiece for the writer. while yes, it should always be made undeniable that your character is trans or gay or xyz, Taash really does only exist to be nonbinary. and to be clear, a nonbinary character like them could be very interesting, if their writing wasnt so... white. we know that the Qun has different ideas about gender than Rivain (and elsewhere) and this could have been a very interesting exploration of that; however, it is obvious that the Qun (and Taash's mother) are meant to be depicted negatively, and ultimately it ends with the player (not Taash) choosing between their two cultures. their gender is clearly far more important to the writer and the only facet of their identity they seemed willing to explore, which makes me question why even make this character qunari to begin with...

Neve and Rook are also the two that spur Taash into exploring their gender. this, on the surface, is not a problem for me. i'm playing as a trans Rook and while the dialogue was again very overpolished and clunky i found it kind of endearing. but the way Neve is used as this "foil" for Taash really rubbed me the wrong way. this assumption that Neve has no complicated feelings about her gender or being a woman (which i highly doubt considering the world she lives in & how misogynistic it is) and the implication from Taash that she only dresses the way she does for her mother/other people (which Neve doesn't even get to challenge) is extremely narrow-minded. Taash is the Only character that acknowledges gender; so far, even when flirting with other characters, it's only been Taash that i've been allowed to specify with that my rook is trans, despite Taash already knowing that from our previous conversation (i hope that this changes once i lock in with a specific character so feel free to correct me if it does).

but no one else really seems to have an opinion except that Neve drags Taash around to meet Maevaris, and we get the very goofy note that's just a list of modern gender identities and their definitions. i do partly sympathize with the writers here; again i've had to find a way to incorporate lgbt identities in my own writing and it can be difficult depending on your audience. i understand wanting to be very clear and concise. but this is... just goofy. and this desperation to be so correct around gender while simultaneously writing such an offensively racist narrative is really frustrating.

there's also an inconsistency that comes from this with Taash's character-- they are portrayed as this rough but awkward character that is bossed around by their mother, they are bashful with flirting early on and are almost child-like in comparison to the other characters. and then suddenly you get a scene with them where they very directly ask if you want to have sex and suddenly pin you against the wall. this scene was so jarring to me i referred to it as a jumpscare because WHERE has this character been this entire time? i want to see more of this, more of this character who takes what they want and knows exactly who they are (which they even say multiple times when you first meet them... but then need Neve and Rook to hold their hand about it?)

i do really like Taash, i like the idea of them, of this very self-assured and almost cocky character who is also a little silly, this person who is so sure of who they are but has to deal with their mother undermining them while also navigating a culture they feel disconnected from, and i also like that the player can help them through it... but the execution is awful, shallow, and racist. the idea that someone can only choose One culture is so offensive and also a laughable conclusion when compared to their coming out as nonbinary. the writer clearly understands that people don't exist within these little boxes when it comes to gender, but can't wrap their head around it when it comes to someone's culture-- which is also a very important part of a person's identity and often contributes directly to their gender and how they feel about it. all of these different characters have different experiences, come from different places, Davrin and Bellara are Dalish and even have differing opinions on what that means for themselves, but the game doesn't touch on any of it. all we get is a lecture from the writer that is completely removed from the world it's presented in.

i wish i could understand what it was this character was meant to convey. i stand by saying that it doesn't need to be perfect; i know there are people that had problems with Krem in inquisition, but at least Krem was his own person. Taash doesn't even get that here... i harp a lot about character agency when i give writing advice on my other blog but it really is so so so important for marginalized characters-- both gay, trans, and especially characters of color-- to have their own agency around their identities that is completely separate from the player & player choice, that allows them to exist as their own person within the world you've created, and i think Taash's character and story is an unfortunate example of exactly what not to do.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hiii request for billie since i saw u needed some requests and im always full of them for bills

could you do a fic/blurb about her getting a tattoo for either both of us (something that represents the relationship) or for just us (something that represents us) and write about the reader seeing it and billie explaining to them that it’s about them / their relationship

idk i just thought of that it’s kinda cutsie tho!

thank yewwww

My Infinity

|| Billie Eilish x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; none, just fluffy, short drabble

|| Summary; Billie gets a tattoo for the reader and shows it off to them.

Requests open!

Started; september 29th

Finished; october 2nd

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"Babe! Come look at this!" Billie's voice rang out through the house as you heard your girlfriend come home. You'd been in the living room, playing a video game which you paused the moment you heard her voice.

Practically jumping off the couch as you stood, you made your way to Billie with a smile; giving her jawline a kiss as you hugged her. Leaving your arms loosely around her shoulders. "What is it, Bils?"

"Check this out," Billie smirked, giving you a gentle nudge so she could pull off her shirt. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, watching her with curiosity.

She then pointed to a fresh tattoo, you guessed that's what she'd been doing the last few hours. Getting another tattoo. Though this one was different, it rested just above where her heart would be and was the infinity symbol. Where the circles would have crossed was instead a heart; then in very fine calligraphy... was your name.

Your eyes widened when you noticed the details of it. How it had your name, the heart, the infinity symbol. It was easy to piece together what it meant; especially since Billie wouldn't stop smiling.

"Billie..." Her name left your mouth as barely a whisper, your own smile mirroring hers.

"Like it?" She asked, though she figured by your reaction that you did. She just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes," You nodded and pulled her close to you again, taking her lips against yours in a kiss.

The symbol was sweet and you couldn't help but love her even more for getting the tattoo.

[hopelessdelusional]

do you suppose we could have some headcanons for shoto todoroki being friends w/ reader who has seraphim wings? whether they’re into each other or just friends or in a qpr, who’s to say?

plz and thank you

no, thank you!!

i’m gonna do todoroki x gn! reader bc i’m pretty damn nonbinary and i don’t feel comfortable writing fem readers anymore :( sorry loves

also this is longer than i meant for it to be but my big ol brain just had so many ideas with this specific quirk so

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‧₊˚♡pairing: Todoroki x gn! reader

‧₊˚♡tags: no beta we die like katsuki, one mention of negative reaction to religion, implied child abuse, reader gets hurt, slight angst, lots of fluff tho, kissing

‧₊˚♡masterlist

requests are wanted!! pls drop any ideas in my inbox 😚

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☆ in the world of my hero, there are so many different quirks that manifest all over the world-and though wings are a common manifestation for people, seraphim was not

☆ your wings were not only a beautiful, soft and white set of wings that were stunning to look at, they were also powerful

☆ ever since your quirk manifested your father saw the instant potential of a true hero; as seraphim wings in many religions mean a great deal, and in his eyes you were a savior

☆ it was a blessing and a curse that your father trained you so hard- you were able to learn how to fight with and without your wings, becoming strong and independent

☆ however you started to feel as if you were only a soldier to your own father, and slowly religion and family started to mean nothing to you

☆ when you made it into UA your parents were ecstatic, and you were just glad you could make them proud after all of these years

☆ you fit into UA nicely, and slowly but surely create a friendship with the half white, half red headed boy: Todoroki Shoto

☆ whenever you talked to Tokoyami in class, Todoroki was there because of his seat, and you were always curious about the great Endeavor’s son-so you included Todoroki in conversations

☆ little did you know, ever since you showed off your stunning white wings, Todoroki had been infatuated with you and your quirk

☆ the more you talked to him, the more he developed a soft spot for you, and soon the two of you found out you both had similar childhoods when it came to your father’s constant training

☆ what started with small conversations with the three of you, became Shoto and you having your own inside jokes, and leaning towards the back of the class to comment on whatever came to mind

☆ it got to the point where the class always knew Shoto would be right by your side, whispering remarks in your ear waiting for you to snicker and continue the thought (gender-neutral gossip girls fr)

☆ Shoto loves to train with you, and ever since finding out about the two of you having alike childhoods, he would constantly ask you if you needed any breaks of any kind

☆ whenever he felt as if you pushed yourself too much he would force you to take a break, and there was absolutely no arguing with him

☆ the boy also loves to see you fight, seeing you fly into the sky with specks of gold in your aura (there were a multitude of times he got beat in training bc he was too busy looking at you)

☆ once, after a long day of training, Shoto accidentally let his hand slip and in a matter of seconds, you felt an extreme pain on the side of your body-and it wasn’t until the pain started to spread that you realized one of Shoto’s flames had hit your lower left wing

☆ the flame started to spread just as your fear did and you dropped to the ground, causing Shoto to rush over to your side, but too scared to touch you due to his quirk hurting you

☆ he watched as Aizawa helped you get up, as your fall had burnt out the flame, and all Shoto could do was watch as you had the most broken look on your face

☆ he watched helplessly as you walked off, and Shoto slumped to the ground

…

☆ later, after his friends encouraged, Shoto brought your favorite desert to your dorm and knocked lightly on the door; scared to wake you if you were resting

☆ “hold on i’m coming!” you responded almost immediately, and Shoto listened closely to hear you wrestling around along with a few grunts

☆ it had only been a couple of seconds and Shoto already felt bad for bothering you, starting to worry that you would never want to even look at him again after the incident

☆ just when he decided to just leave the desert by your door and disappear, the door swung wide open to display you in your pajamas

☆ he nearly melted at the sight of your domestic presence and the bright smile that appeared when you saw his face instantly

☆ as if nothing happened earlier that day, you gushed at the desert in his hands and quickly found comfort in hugging Shoto

☆ of course Shoto made no debate on your physical affection towards him, making sure not to touch your wings but still reciprocate your affection

☆ once you pulled away from the embrace, Shoto felt his face fall as he saw the bondages that were wrapped around both of your left wings

☆ “Hey, what’s wrong?” you inquired once you noticed the change of expression on his face, and you cupped his cheek gently to get the boy to look at you

☆ Shoto felt his face heat up with your delicate touch as he looked at you not being able to help the immense feeling of guilt

☆ “I hurt you.” he muttered, keeping his voice low with shame-meanwhile you just frowned at Shoto before dragging him into your bedroom

☆ you forced him to sit down on your bed, making him look up at you crossing your very muscular arms, and the new angle of your face made Shoto blush even more

☆ “You did not hurt me, you misfired in my direction. There’s a difference.” the stern tone in your voice caused him to pout mirroring your crossed arms

☆ eventually you sighed, plopping down on the bed and to Shoto’s surprise you stretched out your wings and started to unwrap the bandages

☆ Shoto felt himself panic as he tried to protest against your unwrapping but would soon become speechless when he saw your two left wings

☆ they were perfectly fine and unharmed, looking as powerful flawless as usual so when he looked back at you and you were smiling proudly he couldn’t help but smile as well

☆ “You can touch them if you really need to make sure.” you said leaning back to get more relaxed, and releif washed over him as he studied the state your wings were in

☆ usually you don’t let people touch your wings due to years of people randomly grabbing them and touching them without your permission, and you rarely have your wings out instead tucked and folded nicely against your clothing

☆ so to see you so relaxed and nonchalant about Shoto touching your wings, he felt honored that you allowed him to do so and yet so terrified to ruin the delicate moment

☆ his first touches are barely making contact, hovering over the feathers pleasently surprised to find out that they were as soft as he imagined they’d be

☆ a quick glance at your face and Shoto concluded that you were truly comfortable with him, as you had your eyes closed and head thrown back

☆ as he started to caress down the wing, making sure absolutely no marks were left behind from the incident

☆ “Another blessing of the quirk,” you breathed out obviously enjoying the physical touch

☆ “Healing powers,” you finished as Shoto’s eyebrows raised and suddenly his head ran full of questions for your quirk

☆ he realized that there were many things he did not know about your quirk, and the intimacy of the situation caused him to blurt out a question about your quirk

☆ “What’s the extent of the healing?” before he could scold himself for his lack of control you opened your eyes and smiled him

☆ his heart was racing with how close you moved to his face, and he was genuinely lost in your beauty

☆ you looked so at ease and happy, something he had always envied and loved about you, and without thinking next the hand that was on your wing moved to your face, tenderly touching your skin just as he did with your feathers

☆ instead of pushing him away or

becoming disgusted by his touch you just continued to smile then nuzzle your head closer to his hand

☆ as you began to answer his question he couldn’t help his mind wonder as he looked at you, trying to take in every detail of your face afraid he’ll never see it this up close again

☆ “But you’re not listening are you?” snapping out of his daze Shoto peered into your eyes again, feeling sorry that he didn’t listen to your explanation

☆ he opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off by your laughter, enjoying how your face crinkles when you do so

☆ you stopped abruptly, and if he had to guess it was probably because his face was centimeters closer than it was before

☆ in that moment Shoto decided that he was going to kiss you, and soon the gap between you two was closed

☆ the kiss unlocked feelings unlike Shoto had ever felt before, and just as he started to adjust to the new contact you pulled him closer and started to move your mouth

☆ his hands clumsily grabbed at your body desperately wanting to be even closer than you pulled him to be, feeling as if fireworks were bursting off of him

☆ suddenly you pulled away, a wicked smile and blown pupils faced Shoto as he caught his breath

☆ “Should have let you touch my wings ages ago” you giggled as he pulled you onto his lap

☆ “Yeah, you should have” and before you could respond his lips were on yours, exactly where they belong

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[eatanorange]

marauders do the candy trauma salad trend since I JUST saw a fantastic one for pjo (highly encourage y'all to add your versions/to this pls I don't have solid hcs of everyone) (evan's is fully me projecting btw)(a lot of them are me projecting <3).

Upon completion I want to add up here n not just the tags that these do reference various traumas/bigotry so be careful and mind what headspace ur in n all that pls take care of urselves k thanks love u.

Sirius: Hi I'm sirius and every time my mother considered something I did 'impure', like experience joy or get sorted in to gryffindor, she took my mouth away! *momentary zone out from the horrors* I brought milk duds!

Barty: bazooka bubblegum. *vid cuts* I'm barty and I hate my dad for all of the reasons you can imagine and I think it would be fun if he blew up. good?

Lily: Hi I'm Lily and after I got sent to magic school, all emotional ties with my muggle sister, who regards me as a freak, and my mother, who was more sensitive to her side, were severed. They didn't tell me when my dad died. I brought 3 musketeers.

Remus: Hi I'm remus and I got bit by a werewolf when I was 5, then my dad offed himself because of it. I brought moon pies.

James: Hi I'm James and I fell into limerence with someone and incessantly pursued them for over a year in ways that were detrimental to both of our mental states. I was so public about it I don't even need to say who it was. My mother sat me down one day and said "was it something your father and I did, something we said, that convinced you you need to beg someone to love you? to let you show them love?" and that broke something in me. We're chill now though, and I have coping techniques that work for me while still allowing me to be my expressive self, so I brought mr. goodbars.

Peter: Hi I'm peter and my animagus is literally a rat. I brought sour patch kids.

Dorcas: Hi I'm dorcas and my pureblood parents will never say it to my face but they wanted me to be a boy. To compensate I was sure to always get top marks, be well liked, and experience gender dysphoria. I burnt out before our 5th year, and learning radical acceptance in the place of trying to guess unspoken rules saved my life. I brought smarties.

Regulus: Hi I'm regulus and in order to be sure my mother didn't assassinate my brother for running away, I stayed behind in the abusive household and eventually became a deatheater to keep my cover, hunting down one bald headed bitch's horcruxes until it literally almost killed me. I think it did kill me in some lives. and I brought the starburst.

Mary: Hi I'm Mary and due to blood supremacist bigots, I have to go to school with people who want me to die just for having the audacity to exist. The muggle world is also like this. The school I go to does not matter in this scenario. I brought mentos for the salad and a bottle of soda for the show.

Evan: Hi I'm evan and my ex went on holiday to another country for 3 months, told me we could write to stay connected, they didn't, broke up with me via owl while still on said vacation, and then came to talk to me in person about that, denied that it was an active choice to disconnect from me, then tried to put the onus of any friendship to follow on just me. We haven't spoken since. Also I'm a sex positive, but also trauma affected ace, it was an open relationship, and they somehow still managed to be shady/inconsiderate about hooking up with someone on the vacation. I brought blow pops.

Pandora: Hi I'm pandora and sometimes I get prophetic dreams so vivid I can't tell when I wake up. Sometimes, though the future is not stagnant, I see my friends die :) I brought airheads.

Marlene: Hi I'm marlene and I have 5 brothers. 3 of them accept my nonbinary identity. The rest, and my parents, blatantly ignore that I use they/them pronouns. Then they told me if I don't have children as an adult I won't be worth visiting because it's my job as a pureblood to produce an heir. So I went to St. Mungos and got sterilized. I brought baby ruth candy.

Hope you enjoy! and thanks if you read them all! This was fun for me.

[this-is-exorsexism]

You know, it's funny (read: annoying) for me to think about how people are getting so pushy about creating a transmasc/transfem dichotomy. It's especially funny when I recall people saying (correctly) that "trans" is an adjective. Saying how saying "cis woman" or "trans woman" is just like saying "tall woman" or "short woman". They're all women.

Nonbinary people are included under the trans flag. The white stripe is for them. Nonbinary people are "trans" people (if they want to be).

Multi-gender people very often fall under the "nonbinary" umbrella. By virtue of that, they are also "trans" people.

A multi-gender person who is both a man and a woman can technically, by grammatical definitions, be both a "trans man" and a "trans woman" simultaneously, i.e., they are both a man and a woman, and they are described by the adjective of "trans". Just like how if they were thin, they would be both a "thin man" and a "thin woman".

But Certain People wouldn't like that wording being used at all, because it stops them from being able to automatically know what (by their assumption, binary) sex you were born as, which they want to be able to do becaaaaause...? Hmmmm.

I remember once upon time, asking a nonbinary person about what they "really" are was considered extremely rude and bigoted. But now, because they want to categorise all people as either men (and therefore "upholding the patriarchy") or women (and therefore "victims of the patriarchy"), it means that nonbinary (particularly multi-gender or agender/transneutral) people who refuse to play into their bio-essentialist hands to be categorised annoy them.

And because they can't properly categorise us, they either leave the fact of our existence out of gender-related conversations entirely, or... typically, assume that we're afab, and therefore either equivalent to cis women, or to trans men, depending on whichever makes us fall into the side they feel they want to categorise us as.

(and for the people reading this at home, here's a pop quiz; have you been assuming that I, the writer of this ask, am afab? would your assumption of my birth sex change your opinion regarding my writing in any way? can you pinpoint the reason why? there's no answer provided as to what I am other than nonbinary. there is only time for internal reflection)

this is exorsexism.

yup, this is on point. so much of the new binaries created by the transgender community go back to AGAB which, as you said, is why they get so angry when people identify AFAB transgender women or both transmasc and transfem at the same time, or refuse to be categorised like this altogether.

a large part of the transgender community is just as obsessed with genitals and assigned gender at birth as cisgender people are, they have just found more acceptable ways to phrase it and it always harms nonbinary and intersex people most.

[merrybloomwrites]

Lil Forehead Kiss

Summary: You're known amongst your friends as the person who give out hugs, high fives, and platonic forehead smooches to everyone. Except your crush. What happens when you slip up? Will he reject you, or will it open a door to a new possibility?

WC: 1.6K

AN: Thank you @wtv-my-current-hyperfixation for requesting this story! This fluffy piece is based of this request and it was a joy to write!

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If there’s one thing you’re known for, it’s being a very affectionate person. You never shy away from showing casual affection to your friends. It’s second nature to you to lean in for a hug or reach for a high five each time you see someone. 

You’re always cautious about not crossing boundaries with people, and you know who doesn’t like to be touched, and you make sure to respect that and give them their space. 

Especially since it’s not always just hugs and high fives. You’ll hold hands, give little shoulder rubs, even press a friendly kiss to someone’s cheek or forehead. It’s no big deal to you, and you’ll give everyone who likes it this treatment, doesn’t matter if they’re a girl, a boy, nonbinary, makes no difference to you. Everyone deserves a little love!

But then there’s Damien. The one person you struggle to show this affection to. Not for a bad reason, but because, well, you have a crush. Have since the day you met him. Which was on your second day as an editor for Smosh Games. Probably not the best time to develop feelings for a coworker. 

He’s just so funny, and sweet, and gentle, there’s no way not to love him. But he doesn’t need to know that. Honestly you’d probably die of embarrassment if someone found out, especially if Damien himself were to find out. 

So you keep your distance from him. No hugs, no hand holding, no platonic smooches. Because with him, you’re not sure you could keep it platonic. Best to avoid the situation all together. 

Damien has noticed that you’re less tactile worth him than others. He’s admittedly a little bummed about it, but he keeps that to himself. He knows that when he started at Smosh, he told people he wasn’t a huge fan of physical contact. 

So really it seems that you’re just respecting him by giving him his space. 

But he wishes you wouldn’t. Partially because it seems nice to get random affection throughout the day. But mostly because he may be secretly harboring a bit of a crush on you. 

So he starts dropping hints that he’s not quite as anti touch as he made it seem. On an episode of Smosh Mouth he tells the story about the pranks that were common when he started at Smosh. 

“You somehow seemed to avoid those pranks,” Shayne says. 

“Because I told everyone I don’t like being touched,” Damien replies. “Which isn’t totally true but kept me from getting ice cream down my pants.”

They both laugh at this, remembering the ridiculous shenanigans of older era Smosh. 

“I thought that was interesting,” Shayne says. “Because I remember back during the So Random days you never said anything about having a problem with like, hugs and things like that from friends.”

“Yea it was really just to protect myself from the craziness here. I’m good with hugs and high fives and stuff, especially from friends,” Damien explaineds. 

“What about lil kisses?” Amanda asks with a smirk. 

“Oh, big fan,” Damien says. “Gettin a lil kiss on the forehead? Sign me up!” 

“Really?” Shayne says. “I did not know that.”

“Absolutely, can’t beat a forehead kiss.”

You’re glad that you’re listening to this episode while alone in your car, because your blush at this conversation would be very telling if anyone were to see. 

Well damn. There goes your excuse to keep away from Damien. More than that, you now want to give him a kiss just to see how he’d react. Would he give you that big smile that you love? Would he grow pink and bashful? You need to know. 

But you can’t. Because you don’t trust yourself to not give away your secret. You have to keep your distance and if anyone asks, you’ll just say it’s force of habit. Yea, that’s a good plan. 

And the plan continues to work. 

Until the day you slip up. 

It’s a Games shoot, and Damien, Courtney, and Shayne are all squished on a couch to play some classic Mario. You smile watching Courtney and Shayne banter. It’s always fun to watch them, especially now that their secret is out and they feel more free to interact however they want to. 

You find yourself daydreaming about how it would be if you told Damien about your crush and he reciprocated and the two of you fell in love and lived happily ever after. 

The shoot starts and shakes you out of these thoughts. Time to focus on work. You’re there to help out with tech as needed, but also because you’re a pro at all things Mario. Since you’ve appeared in a few videos, you’ve gained a bit of a following. So the idea today is that you can make a cameo to help the three if they get stuck at any point. 

It happens about half way through. After nearly a dozen attempts, they can’t get past a certain level. You’re called in, and you walk on the stage before leaning over the back of the couch. You’re between Damien and Courtney, and you try not to act like the schoolgirl with a crush that you are when his hands brush yours as he passes you the controller. 

It takes you three attempts to pass, and you banter with the others while you play. Everyone cheers when you finally succeed, and Damien says, “And this is why Y/N is the queen of Mario here at Smosh.”

You laugh at that and turn to press a kiss to Damien’s head. Realizing what you’ve just done, you do your best to keep cool. You ruffle both his and Courtney’s hair as you pull away from the couch. The fans are aware of your tactile nature with your friends. Hopefully they’ll think this is just that, you being friendly. 

When you make it off stage again you look back and catch Damien’s reaction. He’s definitely blushing, and when he catches your eyes he gives you a smile. It’s small, soft and shy. You smile in return but quickly look down before he can see how smitten you are. 

For the remainder of the shoot you can’t help but sneak glances at Damien, surprised and flustered every time you see him looking right back at you. When they finish filming you see Damien walking over, and you quickly think of a question to ask Alex. Anything to avoid having what’s likely going to be a very awkward conversation.

Unfortunately, it’s the end of the day, and Damien doesn’t have anything else he needs to get to and therefore has plenty of time to wait for you to finish your conversation.

“Hey, you got a sec?” he asks as you turn to him.

“Yea, of course, what’s up?” you reply. Maybe this isn’t about the kiss. Maybe this isn’t about the looks you were giving him. Maybe you aren’t about to die from embarrassment. 

“I was hoping we could talk for a moment. Just us?” 

“Sure!” you reply as your heart rate increases. The two of you walk out of the room together but not before you see the cheeky and hopeful looks from Courntey and Shayne. 

Damien leads you to a small meeting room that’s not in use, closing the door behind you to ensure privacy. 

You brace yourself for a potential rejection, so you’re more than surprised when Damien blurts out, “I like you.” 

When you don’t reply right away he continues, saying, “Sorry, I wasn’t planning on saying it like that. But I do. Like you. Have for a while. And I figured you probably saw the way that kiss earlier made me melt so I felt like I should come clean and tell you.”

There’s another silent moment before your brain finally catches up. Damien’s shy smile has started to fall when you say, “I like you too!”

The smile comes back, as does the flush on his cheeks and he says, “Really? I hoped, but never really thought you did because you always avoided me when you were so tactile with our friends-”

You cut him off to explain, “I avoided you because I liked you. I thought that if I was the same way with you I’d open up this whole can of worms about feelings and crushes and thought it was safer to just, you know, keep that all bottled in.” 

“I guess that’s smart. Because the second you came near me I knew I was not keeping my secret anymore.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you say, so happy this is finally happening, and it’s going better than you ever could have imagined. 

“Do you wanna, uhm, maybe go get dinner?” he asks.

“I’d like that,” you reply. 

“So it’s a date?”

“It’s a date,” you confirm. 

The two of you leave work and meet up at a restaurant nearby. You have a wonderful time together, chatting about work and life and divulging how far back your crushes on eachother go. 

When it’s time to say goodnight you lean in for a hug. He holds you tight for a moment, and this embrace feels different than the ones you share daily with your friends. There’s more feeling, more promise behind it. He’s leaning down just a bit, allowing you to press another kiss to his forehead as you pull away from the hug. He does the same for you, and the two of you stand there smiling, your insides warm and fluttery, full of hope for what’s to come. 

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AN: Thank you for reading! I don't currently have any other Damien ideas in the works so feel free to send requests for stories with him!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for setting a boundary on a Minecraft server that I didn’t want to interact with one of the admins after he quit my partner’s dnd campaign?

I (20, nonbinary) was on a lgbtq+ discord and had become friends with a trans guy (henceforth referred to as A) who was a minor. This was easy to forget as he made raunchy jokes, got drunk and high on call, and I have horrible memory issues (so I often opt to just remember people’s names and topics I should avoid around them via making little notes.)

We would very often end up in a vc together with others from the server, including our respective partners, chilling, playing games, sharing fun things we found. (His partner will henceforth be referred to as B, and mine as C) (I had known his partner before from another server and was happy to see them getting along then eventually getting together)

(C especially would always give advice like “if you’re drinking, make sure to eat/get some carbs, drinking on an empty stomach is bad!” Because they love researching medical effects to make their writing and worldbuilding feel more realistic)

There were a handful of incidents where I believe I was the asshole

I loved showing off games and musicals to people, and this has the unfortunate effect of sometimes unintentionally saying words that anger people.

Incident 1) I was playing a game and mindlessly saying location names- and I got a dm- I pause to glance at it- and I got a message saying “hey remember [redacted] is A’s deadname and he’s uncomfortable that you keep saying it”. I pause, make a mental note of “but. It. Wasn’t directed at him?” Then continue playing, dodging saying the name for the rest of my time showing the game.

Incident 2) I was showing off a musical I like- and there’s a cute scene where a character suggests a name for another character, saying that they don’t need it anymore, and it just so happened to be A’s deadname again.

Incident 3) I was playing Sea of Thieves solo- and struggling. I’d been hit by lightning, and now was being attacked by a shark. A and B were making fun of the fact I had slipped into an accent out of sheer panic so I (enraged and not thinking at all) said “I’ll name the damn shark after you, fillet and gut it!” (A really likes sharks. I also like sharks but apparently not as much as him)

(I apologized for this on call later, saying that I was emotional and mad, and if I’d been thinking I wouldn’t have said that. I also apologized for the previous incident about the deadname)

A and B had also joined C’s dnd campaign alongside another one of our mutual friends, D (who did not leave the campaign, but that’s not important right now). I have reason to believe C told the others they couldn’t be either of the two classes I said my character thought they were, but I don’t know. Things went great (or so I thought) we got some plot trails (one connected to the race of my character, one being D’s character’s family) and everything seemed fine- A was flirting with a lot of the enemies and NPCS (C found the character arts via google images and unfortunately ‘attractive’ seems to be a main character design commonality)

Then one day, I woke up to check the campaign discord because of a ping and noticed both A and B had left the server and there was no new messages- confused, I hopped into call with C- who explained that A had dropped a long list of accusations about Myself and C, essentially insulting us and accusing us of things like ‘sending NSFW things to kids’, ‘acting like the victim’, ‘naming a character A’s deadname’, ‘DM favouritism’, and a whole bunch of other things. I was- shocked.

(A also apparently messaged D and said something like “sorry for ending the campaign like that, if you want to use your character you can always write with me!” And got angry when D said they didn’t leave the campaign.)

(C is also a generally sex-repulsed Asexual. They were forcing themself to become more comfortable with it because of A’s raunchy jokes)

This was followed by some harassment from A and B.

A tried publicly calling out C on social media (which C had only used to make a single post sharing something they had made for someone’s art/design) for “sending nsfw things to minors” and on another platform for “being a fake ass bitch”, as well as both of them heckling a new haircut I’d been nervous but excited to try and get for years and just figured out how to ask for (responses such as “omg no ew why would you do that”), as well as A saying “no I don’t” a picture I shared of C and I going to see a musical together with the caption “you wish you were here!” (All were shared and reacted to publicly on the discord server)

(To be fair about the haircut- the stylist had cut part of it a little too short and it made my face look especially chubby)

This is where I start to feel less like the asshole

So I went on the discord for the Minecraft server and said “hey, I don’t feel comfortable interacting with A after the allegations they’ve been making”. A immediately got defensive and angry about me saying “allegations” and kicked me from the discord before I could defend myself (and C).

I explained the situation to the admin of the server we’d met on, who also owned the Minecraft server, and apologized to them that they had to moderate. Both A and I lost our mod privileges on the discord, and I also found out A had been given multiple “cease and desist”s for… saying/sharing vulgar/nearly nsfw things on the discord before. And they did it again. The reason they were never banned or kicked was that the admin had made it in hopes that A would make friends.

Now. To a part that still horrifies me.

A legitimately found out C’s mom’s number, and called her to insist that C sent NSFW things to minors. (C suspects that they got it from a time C called the police out of genuine concern for A who hadn’t responded to any messages in around a day)

C also told me that the most they had sent A was like. Attractive anime guys from the first page of google images because C really liked big anime man chests. A apparently sent C full on p*rn once.

The problem is- I feel like I was the asshole- even though most of the “incidents” were accidents because I try to not remember someone’s deadname because- it’s? Not their name anymore? And it didn’t help that I genuinely do not remember being told it was their deadname until after incident 1.

Was I the Asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[brightbertalt]

also not to be horny on main (which i am going to be in just a sec) but could i request some nsfw headcanons for either a best friends who fuck and there's a lot of tension for hobie x a transmasc reader? (could have hobie being in a band and reader not being in his band and just attending their concerts and stuff might happen backstage who knows! and they could both be nonbinary he/they users i'm just suggesting stuff rn!) completely fine if you're not up for it and again gosh tons of love towards your writing and i hope u have a great day/night/morning/afternoon/wtv time of the day it is when you're reading this <3

love u spoinklo ❤️❤️❤️ i will try my best, as someone who loves presenting as femme 99% of the timez and does not know them gender identity so I hope u love this!!!!

hobie brown x transmasc!reader

everyone knew you two were friends

even then, you two hung out a great amount

you two would hang out alone, like a lot

no one knew quite why

surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, hobie has a high libido

often times, he’s just say, “me and y/n gotta head out. new anomaly.”

the new anomaly was in his pants

I’m sorry I really needed to make that joke anyways—

that was your cue to say goodbye, and follow him to wherever he see fit, which was usually a closet or the bathroom

“c’mon, just— aah, fuckfuckfuck-“

usually in public, he just wanted a quick bj

alone? oh lord,,,,

“c’mon handsome, you’ve taken it before. do it.”

he can be a real asshole sometimes

i also wanna say that he’d top like 105% of the time

he can get pretty aggressive, and loves having you with your head in the pillows, screaming

“yeah? you like me that much? go ahead, let ‘em know.”

forget it when it’s after one of his gigs OH LORD

you’ll always be backstage, waiting for him

when he comes off he’s sweaty and 100% adrenaline

“you’re here? good. waitin’ here like a good little pet. you’re like a damn dog.”

he’ll just pin you up against the wall like UUUGH

lift your legs up and just MMMMMMMM

you won’t be walking tomorrow

also here’s a song that I think fits the situation

[hpowellsmith]

Look, about the gender-locked thing, it's a nice idea. If you do something with it.

If you lock a certain character to a given gender, you can tell a story that relates to that gender. You can talk about and explore what gender is and how it affects the lives of people in your universe, what social roles are expected of them, how they relate to their bodies, how other people see them and how it affects the way they feel.

But, being honest, that's not your wheelhouse. You write gender-neutral stories, in which it might be acknowledged, but it doesn't influence the lives of your characters at all. You can write a gender-neutral story with gender-locked characters, certainly, the fact that not every single character of your previous games was gender-selectable is proof of that, but why would you? What there is to be gained, in narrative terms, with such a decision? It's more trouble than it's worth, given the climate of our community overall, where choice is valued immensely.

Now, if you want to try something new, if you want to write something completely different, then go ahead. Seize the opportunity. Just beware it's more complex than it first appears.

Mm, I don't think I agree that it's "more trouble than it's worth", or that NPC-gender choices are the main/only aspect of the value of player choice, but I think I understand what you're saying.

I'm not sure if "what is there to be gained" is rhetorical but if not here are some examples:

-it's easier to write specificity about characters' genders (whether it's solely acknowledging, or also influencing characters' lives) if it's not branched three ways

-eg it's easier to write two people of the same gender talking about some shared/differing experiences when it's set rather than it being a single section of a much wider set of branches

-I'd enjoy including romanceable characters who are canonically nonbinary rather than them being only that way under some circumstances (the last time I did this - or having all non-selectable romances - was in Blood Money, which was a long time ago now)

-it's easier to subvert or lean into various gender expectations and such when there's a single thread to write

-a lot of players have said they feel a fixed character is clearer in their mind; I don't always find this myself (and can find fixed characters also feel unclear, depending how they're written) but I've seen it said a lot

I am pleased with some of the specificity I put into Honor Bound (mostly for trans and nonbinary PCs and NPCs) so I do feel confident that I can do that side of things with selectable characters.

In general I think there are pros to both approaches, so it's interesting to think about.

(this ask is referring to these posts!)

[cookiekissers]

finding an active crk x reader blog in 2024 is like finding an oasis in the desert 🙏🙏🙏 im not sure if you do multiple characters, but if you do, could i please request lilac, licorice and mango x nb/gn!goth!reader? if you dont do multiple, you can just pick whoever you feel like writing. thank you!!!

[Lilac & Licorice x Nonbinary!Goth Reader]

I'm glad I can be an oasis for all the cookie lovers out there <3 And I was unsure if Mango Cookie was a child or an adult so I left him out on this one. Hope that's ok!

Licorice Cookie

Honestly? Licorice Cookie loves that you're goth and secretly admires your style. He thinks that when you're both side by side, you look like a couple and you fit each other perfectly. Licorice Cookie will even make you new outfits and accessories and gift them to you, saying that it's not really a big deal, and he just had some spare time so he threw something together and it "happened" to fit you perfectly. Don't read too much into it! But he'll wait with bated breath for your reaction, hoping that you'll like it. And if you do, he's over the moon. But if you also compliment Licorice he might just short circuit and need to lie down for a little while. He just thinks you're so cool and wants your attention!

Lowkey he's a bit intimated by you, not in a fearful way, more of a "they're so cool oh god I hope they think I'm cool too" kind of way. If you wear make up, Licorice will want to help you put it on occasionally. It gives him an excuse to stare at you for as long as he wants, but he will quickly get flustered and has to look away. And if you are the type to wear lipstick, better keep an eye on it because Licorice will swipe it when you're not looking. It was an impulse decision, and his heart is going wild just thinking about how this lipstick has touched your lips... he wants to put it on, and make it an indirect kiss. But Licorice gets too embarrassed, and he can't go through with it. Later he'll put it back in you make up kit, bag, or wherever he sure you'll find it.

Licorice Cookie writes about you in his diary frequently, drawing hearts around both of your initials together. He has a full blown crush on you.

Lilac Cookie

At first Lilac Cookie didn't think much of you, but you somehow always managed to sneak up on him or spot him. He was puzzled because he was very skilled at concealing himself. Lilac Cookie ended up confronting you about how you were able spot him so easily, and you surprised him by pointing out that because of how brightly colored he is, he kind of sticks out. Lilac Cookie admittedly, was a little annoyed at this, since he didn't stop to think about it, and usually his scent is what gave him away the most. He will go on to darken the clothing he wears when he's trying to sneak around, or cover himself with a dark cloak.

Lilac Cookie will begin to hang around you, as from your first conversation, he became intrigued by you. He does like your fashion sense, and he doesn't say it out loud, but he finds it alluring.

Lilac Cookie will check up on you from time to time, and if you invite him to hang out, he'll oblige. For most of the date hangout, he will just listen to you talk. He doesn't mind. For Lilac, actions speak louder than worse.

At some point you gift Lilac a gothic accessory, he thanks you for it and accepts the gift, but says that he's usually not into "flashy" jewelry (he'll say this even if its the least flashy kind of accessory) and won't be able to wear it. But he does. He TOTALLY does. Lilac wears the gift you got him all the time and doesn't take it off. He tries to keep it concealed so there's no chance it gets stolen or accidentally falls off. Truly, any gift from you is a treasure to him.

[bendydudeinc]

This is my first time asking for something, but could you write about Izuku x Reader trapped in a small space, perhaps like a quirk accident that happened, and Izuku and reader were both trapped in a box or room, it could be anything. Or like after class and have to hide in a cabinet or anything related to that ig. If you want, of course, could I be smut. It's up to you if you want to add kinks, but I really like this idea, and I've had it for a while. I hope ots not weird. Thanks, and good luck! ☆

I gotchu😏 I got a bit ahead of myself with this one, hopefully it isn’t too far off what you wanted!

Boxed in with #1

PAIRING: Izuku x AFAB nonbinary reader

CONTENT: SMUT BARELY ANY PLOT, you and pro hero Izuku get stuck in a quirk accident together

CONTENT WARNINGs: Praise, size kink, slight public play, claiming/cum kink, sex in tight places, slight choking kink, consent is hot as hell, vocal Izuku is a sweetie during sex, reader is called darling, baby

H/n - hero name

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You walked down the streets of Tokyo with your head up confidently, scanning for possible crime or anything abnormal. Fans pointed as their faces lit up, squealing when you turn to wave in their direction. You smiled to yourself, you loved being a hero. It made you feel so happy to see people that looked up to you, that felt moved by your ideologies and heroic efforts. You were so grateful that you made it up the hero chart so quick, but it still felt so surreal to you sometimes. So surreal that you’re really a pro hero. The number ten hero, h/n. It felt even more surreal that you graduated along side and were now working with Japan’s number one hero, Deku. You pressed on the small intercom device used for communication in your ear.

“Everything good over there number one?” The intercom sizzled before you got a response.

“Good here h/n, no new activity to report. You want to grab a bite? It’s about lunch already.”

Your face lights up, “Yeah, I’d like that. Wanna get some Katsudon?”

You giggled when he excitedly agreed, making your way to the restaurant you’d always go to together for his favorite food. You shook your head in attempt dismissal of any romantic thoughts of him. You knew that you two were just friends and worked together, but you couldn’t help the electricity you felt every time you were around him. The urge to melt into your seat whenever he made eye contact. The dorky smile that wouldn’t leave your face no matter how hard you tried as you listened to him fanboy. The warmth you felt in your heart when he showed his concern and care for you. His passionate personality and sincerity drew you like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t even help yourself from staring at his tall, strong, toned figure at times. His muscles were huge, but not obnoxious. His eyes and smile were absolutely gorgeous, you’d stare and giggle like a four year old for hours at them if you could. His jawline could probably cut the tension you had in half too. He looked like a God. You swore he’d caught you a couple times, to which you got flustered like crazy and completely brushed it off. You didn’t know he’d smirk to himself, definitely aware that you check him out. Everything about him just drove you crazy. You may have been a hero team, but the chemistry below the surface was blossoming like bunches of daisies every minute you spent together.

You arrived near the entrance to the restaurant, waving at Deku as he noticed you approaching and smiled. That expression quickly changed to seriousness and worry, and before you could ask, blue electricity formed around him and he was tackling you onto the pavement. You flinched, Deku shielding your fall as much as possible. You groaned and opened your eyes to see…nothing…..pitch black.

“Deku? Is this a villain attack?!” You started to get up to prepare for a fight, but bumped hard into Deku above you who groaned in pain, your hands then feeling around the solid cold walls at your sides that trapped you.

“I think someone’s quirk went out of control! The woman I saw across the street didn’t look like she had malicious intent, but I saw this…cement stuff coming out of both of her hands. She looked panicked.” Deku did his best to stabilize himself above you as you hit your hand against the hard cement on your sides, though to no avail.

“My quirk won’t be any good for this. You can use yours, would work perfect for this right?” You ask in a slight panic.

“Not when I’m s-so close in proximity to someone. There’s not enough space for me to safely use my power without hurting you, possibly seriously injuring you. Let’s wait here until someone can help or t-that lady figures out how to free us.”

You looked up to where his face would be in the dark, his stuttering making you now very aware of how close he is to you. You could feel his breath on your face, his legs and hips on yours. Your face burned red, and you prayed that he couldn’t see you too, or hear your breathing slowly getting heavier. You tried to shift your position but in the dark, not so easy. You nudged Deku off his balance, making him fall directly on top of you. His head fell into in the crook of your neck, waist and chest pressing against yours snuggly. The feel of his lips right next to your skin sent chills down your spine, butterflies pooling in your lower tummy. You bit your lip hard. He made a surprised sound and quickly propped himself on both of his forearms. You heard him start to stammer out an apology, but your body reacted without you being able to control it. You sighed out loud, your hips slightly rocking up to grind against his; too overwhelmed by the excitement of finally feeling him against you to realize what you’re doing.

“H-hey, what are you- crap.” His arms flexed on either sides of your head. You wanted to cry. You were so embarrassed, but you didn’t say anything. You were too scared too..until your eyes widened when you felt something press against your crotch. All fears of judgement and embarrassment slowly disappeared. Did he…like this?

He made a quiet noise of arousal as he began to cautiously grind down onto you, “You…you sneaky thing. Oh gods~”

Your body flutters with pleasure at the sound, hearing him so close to your ear. It was all so good, the sexual tension building for months finally slipping as you let the heat take over. You almost couldn’t believe your best friend and the number one hero really felt this way about you like you did for him. He began kissing your neck, nipping teasingly at your skin, listening for when he hit your sensitive spots. You suck in a breath and whine, tilting your head back when he latched onto one. He groaned, pulling away slowly after leaving a nice purple mark that he’d later aqpologize for. He doesn’t know his own strength

He hummed, happy with the reaction he got from you. He continued kissing your neck, stopping to whisper sweet nothings in your ear in between. “Hey I- I’ve always wanted you. I stare at your lips a lot because I wish more than anything to kiss them. I dream about holding you, about making you feel good. Making you- making you moan my name. I want this with you. I wanna make you feel better than anyone else could ever h-hope to measure up to. Fuck- I need more of you baby, please tell me..do you want me?”

You writhed under him in response, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. He wrapped one of his hands gently around your throat, earning a hard tug on his curls. The harsh grind of his cock against you said he liked it. He tightened his grip, his long fingers sinking into the sides of your neck. You were in shock, falling headfirst deep into the hole of lust, you could barely even think.

“Answer me my darling please talk to me, I want you s-so bad. Tell me. Do you want me? Want me to make you f-feel good?” He panted, struggling to shift, but managing to grab both of your arms, pinning them at your sides as you experimentally wrapped your legs around him. You moaned, the feeling of him keeping you down making you feel so small. His erection only grew, teasing your clit as he sensually moved against you. Your thighs twitched in anticipation around him.

You want to scream with joy as you reply, “Yes! Yes I’ve always wanted you so bad, I feel the same way Deku please, keep touching me?”

He moaned at your confession, gripping your arms tighter and rutting his hips into yours. By then, your eyes had adjusted to the dark, able to make out the side of his face and some of his hair. You figured it was the same for him as he pulled back as much as he could to lock eyes with you. His beautiful green eyes glowed lime with desire when he saw how needy you looked. He grinned wide, his expression shifting to one of confidence and determination. He leaned in to kiss you, and you felt like your entire body exploded with fireworks as your lips met his. You both moaned and whined into the kiss, deepening it as he showed his dominance over you, his tongue overpowering yours. You began struggling against his hold, wanting to challenge him. He pushed down on your arms harder, re-enforcing his power over you. You moan loudly nto the kiss, and he couldn’t help but laugh, backing away to observe you.

“Y-you really like that don’t you? Knowing I can hold you down like this?” His tone was curious, but demanding. You stared into his dilated desperate eyes, nodding your head frantically.

“Mmmm, do I have consent to do whatever I want with you honey?” He cooed into your ear, making you whimper uncontrollably, bucking your hips in need for him.

“Fuck. Yes Izuku please have your way with me, I want you to fuck your cum deep inside of me and make me all yours! I’ve been waiting so long…too long..do whatever you want!”

His eyes darkened, letting out the most slutty, strangled moan you’ve ever heard. He let go of your arms, scrambling to slip off your costume from the waist down. You helped him as he balanced on one hand to unzip his as well. You still couldn’t see completely clear in the dark, but you could tell he was big as he pulled his leaking cock out. It looked really thick. It made your mind race, almost cumming right then as you imagined the stretch. He started rubbing the length up and down your swollen clit, hissing as it got coated in your slick. You were going brain dead, whining like a dog as he teased your poor desperate hole.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna feel so good I promise darling. Gonna stretch out your wet pussy s-so good ok? I love you. I love you, gonna make you all mine baby.” All you could do was nod, practically crying for him to put it in.

He whispered in your ear, “Hang onto me.” You obliged, wrapping your arms around his large shoulders as he slipped it inside of you. The feeling was inhuman, like a rubber band was going to snap so hard inside of you it might make you see heaven. You scratched down his back hard, each inch making you see a new galaxy of stars as you cried out. He moaned loud, resisting from pounding into you. Both of you lost in this moment, completely forgot that this is happening in…public.

He groans and shivers. “Doing so good baby look at you sucking me in. Almost all the way. D-does that feel good?”

“Yes! You feel so g-good Izuku oh my god. S’big, the stretch is gonna m-make me cum~”

He blushed hard, unaware before that his dick being girthier than average could be such a turn on for somebody.

“Good. I’m so glad. Go on then, feel good b-baby cum on me. Cum on my cock so hard.” He slammed the rest of his length inside of you and began a medium pace, mouth opening in a silent scream as he heard the lewd noises your dripping cunt made. Your bodies felt so right meshing together; you moaned in harmony, your scratching motivating him to go faster. He kissed you deeply to quiet some of your screams as you came almost immediately, the pleasure of him ramming precisely into your g spot too much for you to handle. You gasped as he pulled back to catch his breath.

You needed him. More. You needed him so bad it hurt. “Oh my god- oh my god cum inside of me Izuku! Please! Fill me up, I need it! Gonna cum again with you~!”

His hips stuttered, gripping your waist with the strength to leave a mark as his eyes rolled back, whimpering into your ear as he fucked into you harder than ever. Slap slap slap could probably be heard by anyone within a twenty foot distance. He choked out a loud moan and came inside of you. His last thrust was almost unbearably rough, holding you still on his cock as it sat deep inside of you, cumming against your most sensitive spots. You were too lost in the moment to even realize he had moved slightly to play with your clit, making you squirt as he came, the rubber band snapping hard as you gushed around his cock. He collapsed completely on top of you, both of your cum and juices leaking from around his cock and down your ass and thighs. You both laid together, holding each other close and giggling from the love drunk feeling.

“Did you- did you like that?” He asked as he caught his breath, kissing your neck sweetly.

“You- you’re wondering that while you just made me squirt, Izuku.”

You both laughed and continued praising each other, almost forgetting that help was supposed to come soon. Neither of you complained

“Oh and Izuku? I love you too.”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

love your halloween fic for Regina!!! (hot!) Can you write a Supernatural AU with vampire!poly!plastics x werewolf!reader? Curious how you think that would turn out :)

Roman Empire

|| vampire!poly!plastics x werewolf!nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; supernatural au, short drabble, fluffy, reader never actually transforms in the fic

|| Summary; when it's a full moon, the girls prep to help reader. Then get some last minute cuddles in.

Requests closed

Started; November 18th

Finished; November 18th

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Full moons. They weren't always your favourite, but you had your girlfriends to watch your back. They kept you safe. Since they're already up all night, being vampires and all, they didn't mind staying up for you. Currently the four of you were getting prepared for the evening. Getting whatever they might need for both you and themselves. Once they were settled, all of you got onto Regina's bed in a cuddle pile.

"When you turn I'm kicking you off the bed," Regina muttered, head rested on your chest. You glanced down at her and huffed, so she continued," I don't want dog hair all over my sheets."

You rolled your eyes at that and gave her a playful shove. She just smirked, giving your neck a bite in playful retaliation. Causing a soft gasp to leave your lips. Gretchen and Karen were cuddled up beside the two of you, Gretchen's side pressed against Regina's. Both girls were already half asleep. Only having woken up an hour or so before. They were tired. Regina glanced at the two. Pinching Gretchen's cheek in an attempt to make her more awake.

Gretchen gasped, eyes widening and turning to look at Regina with a pout," hey!" Gretchen's response then got Karen's attention. Making the girl blink a few times, rubbing her eyes as she sits up.

"Huh? Wha happen?" In her tired state, her grammar wasn't the greatest. But whose is, anyway?

Regina smirked at their reactions as she cuddled up to you. Pretending to be a lot more innocent than she was. Despite knowing full well that Gretchen knew it was her. She would pretend like it wasn't anyway.

"Regina." Gretchen's pout deepened, when Karen noticed she leaned over to give it a kiss. Murmuring something about magic kisses making things better. Before her head lulled towards sleep. Gretchen looked at Karen, expression softening as she sighed. Resting a hand to her back. "Thanks, mama."

You couldn't help but laugh a bit while you watched the three of them. Their dynamics were always interesting to you. God, you loved them. It was all you could think about whenever they were like this. Or really, like anything. You thought about it all the time. It was honestly your roman empire.

Plus, you knew full well they would have your back tonight. Even if Regina was going to make you sleep on the floor. But you were pretty used to that.

[ironunderstands]

Not a question, just very happy it's not just me loving IP3 (or trans Ratio for that matter). Yap away on both

Ugh I love them both so much

Most of my headcanons are when I find something to be better and/or more interesting than it is in canon, or something that’s a great extension of canon, and that’s exactly what trans Ratio is to me.

It takes his already present insecurities and squares them, as now the doctor has to contend with not just being a SMART enough man, but being a smart enough MAN, and adding that extra layer of misery and complexity is just so delightful.

By taking a character racked by self doubt and adding another layer to it, like Ratio being trans, you complicate his current insecurities and give new perspectives to look at them from.

Like in canon Ratio exercises so much because he wants to be the most perfect, best version of himself and has been doing it since a very young age (middle school).

But then you add him being trans to that, and suddenly he’s not just combating being perceived as not good enough, he’s combating being perceived entirely, attempting to try and get others to view him the way he really is, and attempting to live up to whatever masculine ideal that would push away his dysphoria, something prominent within his life from a young age.

I’ve kinda dived into this within my fics about it, but I like the idea that Ratio keeps this a secret from everyone- and I mean everyone. He already doesn’t live up to his own expectations of himself, so to have the rest of the galaxy find out that he doesn’t live up to their expectations of him either (ie being a cis man I mean you cannot tell me there aren’t like hundreds of people in universe begging for his uh- yeah), it would crush him.

I mean considering how guarded he is already, adding another thing to hide behind that alabaster mask would be fun, even if I think Ratio is likely at least a decade post-op + post-transition, so it’s not like he has to bind or anything, but the threat is still there. Especially considering his well known love of baths- imagine if he avoided the public baths at his home planet (considering how heavily Greek/Roman inspired Ratio is), and how that might affected him growing up, or just the tendency of shirtlessness in general.

There’s just a lot of possibilities and intricacies to it that makes me really like this particular headcanon, and it will always be canon in my heart haha. I have some more silly things behind it, like me wanting to give Aventio and Ratiopaz biological kids because it would be cute, or just the inherent joy of the big buff guy actually being the trans one rather than who you would expect it to be/who it’s stereotypically made as- Aventurine, as I like when characters have traits you don’t expect them to possess.

I also tend to dislike Aventurine being made ftm because he’s implied to be an SA survivor and rep for amab victims is already kinda abysmal so I don’t like taking it away, also I just think it’s boring tbh, at least for me it just doesn’t interest me.

Trans Topaz is a whole other discussion, personally I think she’s mtnb, and more femme presenting (I’d make her use she/they in my fics it’s just pronoun swapping when writing polyamory is miserable and anybody who’s ever written it can attest to that 😭, it’s there in spirit I promise!)

I honestly don’t have deep reasons behind this one, it’s just pure vibes. Someone was like, “Topaz gives nonbinary” once on here and I’m like yeah, yeah she does 😭. She reminds me of Childe a lot and I also view him as nonbinary so she’s kinda in a similar boat.

I think she’s very motherly but like in the way Mother Nature is if that makes sense? Mother is mothering but she’s also a creature tm* and certified tax collecting humanity loving entity. Also I have a close friend who’s a trans woman and Topaz reminds me of her so like, bam ur trans now lol (hi Alice if ur seeing this).

As for Aventiopaz, I fear I’d need a whole other post dedicated to why I like them. You guys know why I like Aventio, Avenpaz also require a whole other yap session, and Ratiopaz is the best rarepair ever fight me. Generally I like it because it’s really sweet, the dynamic is hilarious, they are the power trio of all time, they have great gameplay synergy, and their designs complement each other a lot- being primary colors and all.

I also enjoy their individual unique relationships to the IPC and how that might affect their interactions with one another, both in canon and in my brain. Moreover the trio of coworkers who are well known around the office for a) getting the job done and b) being absolutely obnoxious around one another (in a good way) is incredibly fun and I enjoy the idea of all the shenanigans they would get up to.

Perhaps my next Aventiopaz fic would be them going on a mission together or something, as I definitely want to write another one, and also update my slideshow of the parents au, I’ve just been so busy and a bit unmotivated 😭 so hopefully I can get to that soon