#they'd just think you're kinda involved still

[lennadanvers]

Have I been out of this app for like the last four days? Yes. Do I have the next part of Eddie's Pure Imagination ready? No. Do I have three asks about Simon pending? Yes.

Am I writing the backstory to my ToxicEx!Eddie Munson x Reader anyway? Also yes.

I have regrets, but this is not one of them.

(yet)

[felixitate]

can't resist | lyb (m.)

pairing ⇢ felix x reader

summary ⇢ felix really only entered the bathroom to retrieve his camera but you're even more tempting than he anticipated.

rating & word count ⇢ 2.3k | 18+ (minors gtfo)

genre/au ⇢ smut, fluff, idk what they are 🤭

warnings/content ⇢ teasing, cursing, petnames, groping, hair pulling, breast play, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror shenanigans, the camera and the rings are involved ig

theme song ⇢ the boy is mine - ariana grande

a/n: yeah the title speaks for itself on what i’m still going through rn lmao you see his hold on me? it's fucking insane like how dare he fr i have not recovered from those ig stories fawk and i don't think i'll ever be

“take photos with me?”

you ask Felix fondly when he is about to open the door. it made him pause a bit, weighing how much time he had since you could take a while with this.

he’s not really in a hurry since the others are still getting their makeup done. good thing that he luckily went first so he’s got time to look for his special camera that he possibly misplaced earlier.

the other boys said no when Felix asked if they'd seen it but he's sure he left it somewhere so that only leaves you. he knew that you’d stay in the spare room to get ready and avoid suspicion from other gala goers so he wasn’t that surprised where he found it.

he entered the bathroom where he found you standing in front of the vanity while taking selfies from your phone. then you’re scrolling to look through the selcas you took so he kinda expected that you’d use his camera already but you haven't.

that's one of the reasons why you take the longest in the bathroom anyway, having the habit of taking pictures when the lighting's to your liking.

so why haven't you?

maybe you want him to take pictures of you instead which he'd happily do. smiling brightly at you, Felix nods as he closes the door. he really can't say no to you and he never has unless he had to. how could he even right now when your eyes sparkle at him like that?

there would be a final fitting later but he couldn’t resist your request.

.

a smile graces your lips when you see Felix approaching your form, standing behind you so you start taking pics of you both. your ivory-coloured bathrobe contrasts his so it’s a perfect combination. well, couple trends are usually matching but you like it this way. he matches your poses the way you instructed.

you feel Felix's right hand on your hip, holding you like he's done many times before. his other hand's still holding the camera that you've been focusing your attention on. you wanted to use it earlier but it would be better with Felix so you decided not to.

bringing your attention back to him, it's then you notice through the mirror how his eyes have been lingering around your sternum.

"lix?"

"hmm?" he answers, his gold-ringed hand absentmindedly squeezing your hip. you smile at how cute he is.

"look at the camera baby" a small chuckle leaves you when get flustered at being caught ogling you.

right the camera. what the hell is he thinking? you took a picture from your phone and Felix leaned in for a final pose. he thought that was it but you suddenly took his camera from his hand, placing it on the glass table beside the sink.

“we haven’t taken photos on your camera yet” you drawl, eyes looking so fascinated while looking at the camera.

“oh yeah, do you want it now?”

his hand reaches for the camera but you stop him, taking his hand instead in yours so he ends up putting his arm around you while you snap another picture.

you lean back and nuzzle Felix, allowing you to feel more of his body against yours. he freezes momentarily and the small gasp that escaped from him didn't miss your ears so you leaned back further, your ass brushing against something hard.

oh.

your plan’s been doing well it seems.

"y/n, fuck, don’t do this to me please"

he knows what you're on now, his breath increasing the more you grind back on him like you didn't hear what he just said.

"hmm?" you faux your concern, making it look like you're just trying to find a good position while still clutching your phone but of course, Felix knows better.

"not right now baby" he pleads again as his body betrays him. it didn't help that your bathrobe seems to be loosening more now too, allowing him to look at your perky nipples that are peeking from it.

you place your phone by the mirror while Felix's distracted by the sight of your boobs. you pondered if you wanna record or not but relented, sparing him with your cheeky antics this time.

pulling down his veiny hand that you're still holding, you cup your left breast with it and he squeezes out of instinct, causing you to moan shamelessly in return.

his other hand travels from your hip upwards after, pulling the robe sideways, revealing your other breast to his hungry eyes. you watch him lean in to kiss your neck from the mirror's reflection then remember that he’s got makeup on.

“lix your makeup..”

his lips were almost touching the skin when your reminder stopped him. he curses internally out of frustration because you're right. there might not be enough time later to redo his makeup so he really gotta be mindful of it.

you felt Felix straighten up, shaking his head a bit to focus. you were about to tease him but both his ringed hands are now on your bare tits, kneading and squeezing knowing how much you like the sensation of those cold rings against your warm skin.

"wish i could fuck you baby" he whispers needily, voice going deeper than it already is as he grinds his dick more against your covered ass.

"what's stopping you?" you whine, clearly so stimulated with all the stimulation from his touches and the sound of his voice.

well, nothing really is so Felix obliges and turns you around to face him. his beauty knocks your breath once again, his blonde hair in a new braid complimenting a lot with the structure of his ethereal face.

"you're so pretty you know.."

a shy smile breaks out on Felix's face at your remark, more so when your hand reaches out to tuck a few strands of his hair by his ear. you scan his face until you catch his eyes, immediately seeing the lust swimming in them with his pupils already dilating.

you prop your body by the sink and shrug off your bathrobe, causing Felix's eyes to widen as he scans your naked body.

“you’re much prettier love”

he wants to kiss you so bad, shower every part of your body with his lips but he can't. he's thinking if he should just face any scolding later since you can probably help him in the department.

you smile warmly at Felix, heart fluttering at his words but you've noticed how much he’s been holding back so you begin caressing his bare chest to return his attention to you.

teasing him crosses your mind cause you love seeing him flustered, looking so cute with the pink dusting over those lovely freckles that you cherish.

"should i mark you here lixie?" you start and the look on his face changes, a slight panic emerging in his eyes at your suggestion.

the gala’s an important event for him and his friends and even if you happen to leave a mark somewhere where it’s covered under his fit later, he can’t risk other people seeing it by accident and possibly getting the both of you in trouble.

“kidding baby” you left a tender kiss on his soft skin to ease him, reeling at his deep sigh of relief from it.

you can’t possibly do that to Felix no matter how much you want to. besides, you’d have more time after anyway so you’ll just make sure to make him feel better right now to make up for all the teasing that you've put him through.

your hands continue to roam around his toned chest, fingers brushing his nipples but you instead play with the pendant of his necklace. he hums deeply, pushing his body closer to yours so you won’t forget how hard he’s been.

poor baby.

he sighs in relief once you finally untie his navy blue bathrobe, the rest of his body naked body now exposed to your eyes. you know he's been dying to fuck you so your hands continue their journey from his chest down to his abs until they reach his swollen dick.

it’s leaking so much already and you want him in your mouth but you don’t have much time.

“help me love? it’s your fault anyways” he chuckles deeply but the laughter leaves him once you grabbed his thick cock, pumping it at once to spread his precum around.

“of course baby, i’d love to” you pepper Felix’s bare chest with light kisses, basking on his deep moans that are increasing in volume the faster you stroke his cock.

his hands hurriedly untie your bathrobe, parting your legs so he can finally fuck you. he's so close already and hasn't pleasured you much yet, something that he hates each time you have sex because of his lack of self-control.

after Felix tests your pussy with his thick finger, he positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in right away.

soft moans emit from you both once he fills you to the brim. you love the stretch of being full from Felix but you also know how it affects him a lot, his eyes shutting at how wet and warm you feel around him.

he didn't mean to roll his hips before making sure that you've adjusted to his cock but he just couldn't stop. you didn't try either, closing your legs around his waist instead, your hand holding onto his arms for balance.

"b-baby, i won't last long" he breathes out, struggling to contain himself as he continues to fuck you. he opens his eyes and now they’re fixed on your face, looking so tranced as he leans in again.

but before he gave in to kissing you, your hand was quick to pull his long hair.

"no baby.." you gasp out as you do which Felix responds to with a deep whine. he's already so immersed in fucking you, ringed hands gripping your waist so hard that you're not gonna be surprised if you find any bruises there later.

he groans in protest and you tut, though a sharp thrust coaxes a choked moan from you when Felix finds that soft spot and focuses his aim there. 

“don’t wanna..ruin..your makeup..” it's light really, too subtle that you doubt anyone would even notice if it’s smudged but you don't want the both of you to get scolded later.

you're still in your right mind to stay grounded but your brain's getting cloudier when Felix continues to hit it once your back starts arching.

"fuck i hate this" he groans in frustration that he can't even kiss you. at least he'd been doing a great job so far, you look so pretty moaning his name with your hands clawing at his arms because the pleasure's becoming too much.

but Felix knows that you're also determined to not keep him here any longer.

“later hmm? want you to cum right now okay?” he shakes his head so cutely, doe eyes staring at you that your resolve almost broke.

“you first” he whines and fastens his pace, focusing on getting himself together to make sure you cum before him. you're a lot better than him when it comes to self-control but he's trying, he's been trying so hard even with your constant clenching around his cock.

his hand leaves your back to rub your clit and it took a few circles before you unravel before him. he follows your suit not long after, filling you with so much cum. your legs pull his body closer and you hug him as you both ride out your high.

smiling against Felix's bare chest, your hands are nonstop caressing his body and he honestly finds it cute. he’s smiling down at you as he runs his hand through your back to calm you down.

after a few seconds, he grabs the wet wipes from the glass table to wipe his hand before taking his special camera to take a picture of you both. your naked body against his looks amazing from this angle, even more so when you turned back to the mirror with a sly grin while laying your head against his chest.

you're both still breathless when someone's suddenly banging against the door, breaking the silence between your and Felix's exchanged breaths.

he pulls out of you quickly, causing you to whine at the lost feeling. but you didn’t get to process much when he quickly handed you a few wet wipes so you could clean up and face whoever was behind the door.

"open the door you two" the voice belonging to Chan echoes and it's strangely calm so you and Felix exchange a panicked look before hastily putting your bathrobes back on.

the door opens and a very stressed-looking Chan is looking at you both in defeat. he’s dressed already so you even feel worse for keeping Felix too long.

“come on, let's redo his makeup”

he breaks the silence when no one's saying a word. he does kinda sound stressed but you've done your best to not smudge anything on Felix's face so everything should be fine.

"no need oppa, look at him, still so flawless” you confidently smile at him and Felix just shies away both from your lovely compliment and embarrassment at Chan scrutinizing him.

the latter looks skeptical until he surveys Felix’s face before sighing in relief to find that his little brother's face looks untouched, with Felix just looking like he’s sweating normally so he didn't have to explain anything to the makeup artist.

your fingers are tracing Felix's embroidered name on his bathrobe when Chan shifts his eyes on you. he gives you a pointed look and now Felix is the one smiling in mischief.

"we’ll see you later princess"

e/n: this turned softer than i intended oml i just love him sm. i might also do another fic based on this met look of his, something of him being a fairie prince + the theme of the gala since the whole thing pissed me off sm lmao

[thegnomelord]

Hello there! I'm a new anon, kinda scared to ask and spill all of my weird ass fantasies that I can come up with, but I somehow found the courage to do so.

After reading through the soft sex fic with Makarov (and omfg I am going CRAZY over it) I just randomly came up with an idea involving that.

So hear me out (aka let me just be delusional)...

You, a member of 141, currently stand in the interrogation room, your back facing the door as you stared down at the one and only Vladimir Makarov himself. It was honestly a miracle that you had been able to capture him, and you still had no idea how the hell the rest of your team had managed it.

You were currently their last hope at getting some sort of information out of him, and by now the others knew very well by now how talented you were at getting it out of prisoners (albeit they didn't quite know what your methods were), hence why you were here in this room.

At this point you might as well have tried everything, these including the good old torture methods (which you noticed he seemed to quote like for some reason, perhaps he was a masochist, you weren’t completely sure), intimidation, asking politely (which wouldn't you know, didn't work), and practically everything you could think of.

As you racked your brain for any sort of other ideas, you could hear some sort of taunt from the other, and that must have set you off or something along those lines as you found yourself suddenly pinning the bastard down on the desk (you must have unlocked his handcuffs at one point during it, or perhaps he had already managed to unlock them beforehand, you weren't paying attention).

You wanted to think that the other was surprised, even just a little bit, but he wasn't, having probably expected you to have a small outburst.

Maybe you would have to resort to that. That one method that none of the others had seen in action, but one that if they did, you'd definitely get in a lot of trouble from. At least it always seemed to work.

So that's how you found yourself slowly fucking the other, not at all causing any pain, and although you'd expect the cold metal table would still inflicted just a little, you had taken the precaution to place something soft under the other to ensure that he couldn't get what he wanted. This was torture, even if in the eyes of others (not that they'd ever get to see this sight) it'd be much better, but no, it wasn't. You were well aware that the other wished for it to be harsh, having picked up on it earlier (the sick bastard), so you did the complete opposite. You weren't exactly used to it, but it was a last ditch effort.

So yeah thanks for reading whatever the hell that was :)

Idk how to continue it.

- ⨂ (I swear if that symbol has already been taken)

No no dude this is so good! SOrry it took me a lil while to respond lol, but you got my brain worms going brrrrrr so I'm just continuing it :Dd.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, Vladimir Makarov x male reader, short ficlet

You are so getting discharged for this.

"Is this what you wanted?" You ask under your breath, voice husky and raw. You grip his hip gently, your other hand keeping his tied wrists pinned to the scratchy blanket covering the cold table. "All that snark, all those insults," You slowly grind your hips, cock lazily scrapping against his walls and making him groan. "Is this what you wanted?"

It's not like he can talk with his tie gagging him. It's the softest material you had on hand, and it works to ensure Makarov doesn't bite you or himself. You're smart, despite him thinking on the contrary, more than the gruff animals that had captured him. No, you're clever. Clever enough to realize bloodshed and pain are not the stones that pave Makarov's road to hell.

Makarov trembles beneath you, teeth clenching on the fabric, desperate to get his lip between his teeth so he could bite it raw. He can't. Hell he can barely stifle the groans and moans, chest heaving to swallow the sound before it can stumble past his open mouth when your head grinds down on his prostate. Drool runs down his chin, precum leaking on his belly where his cock is trapped between your belies.

He wants to curse you out, wants to get his hands around your throat and squeeze until you choke on your own blood. But he only manages a small grunt, tear blurred eyes glaring up at you. His legs tighten around your waist, heels digging into your back.

A lick of pain races up your spine, but you don't fall for it, languidly rolling your hips. You'd taken your time to stretch him out with what you had, prepping him thoroughly even when he'd trashed and tried to kick you. You're glad you did, now Makarov can't ignore the stretch of his hole, your massive cock moulding his insides to your shape. It's just raw unadulterated feeling, please assaulting his mind whenever you bottom out and your cock bulges his stomach without any pain; so sweet it's sickening to him.

He'd kick himself at how the disgustingly sweet pleasure has his cock twitching, body winding tight as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. But his mind is starting to go numb, the hate he feels shrouded by the nearing edge of bliss. He nearly seizes off the table when you wrap your calloused hand around the base of his cock, squeezing until he's just at the cusp of pain.

"Nu-uh." You growl and stop, cock twitching deep inside him. Leaning down to press gentle kisses across his throat that burn him like acid. "You're not getting off easy." You growl, kissing the corner of his lip. "Not until you give me what I need." You look at him expectantly.

He bares his teeth, swinging his head to try and headbutt you, but you pull your head just at the right time.

"Have it your way." Your grip relaxes, starting to jerk him off at the same pace of your languidly rolling hips. His head rolls back, his best attempt at a hateful sound escaping him when his head rests on the soft blanket. He hates it, tries to struggle as best he can but it's fruitless as you just hold him down, forcing him to just take it, to just suffer this gentle torture.

You may be discharged for this. But fuck, you'll make him suffer before you are.

[lilacgaby]

day four

~2.2k

chapter select!

she woke up well-rested and smiley.

she decided to go ahead and prepare for the day as well, greeting mirko as she got a drink of water before going to shower.

the mission wasn't until two in the afternoon, which meant they'd have to be at best jeanist's agency at noon.

so she had three hours just to herself.

she soaked in the sun, effectively getting her meal for the day, as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

huge weights were off her shoulders with bakugo, but still

she'd promised she'd explain her feelings after the quirk wore off.

"you really shouldn't be worrying about that today,

not unless you really wanna die. and i kinda don't want my best partner to die so.. leave it for later."

rumi (mirko) said, while handing her tea.

she accepted, and sipped it slowly.

"yeah, you're right. for tomorrow then.

tomorrow."

for the rest of the time, she relaxed around, soaking in just enough sun so she wouldn't get a stomachache, but not too little so she wouldn't get a headache.

she watched some t.v, ate some snacks for fun, doom scrolled again,

all until rumi ordered her to start her ready.

it's not like they weren't late yesterday already, but she guessed real missions were a lot more important than debriefings.

the only sound in the huge room was music as rumi and [name] both prepared for the mission at hand.

[name] admired herself in the hallway mirror as she waited for rumi to hurry up.

as soon as mirko stepped out, [name] opened the door for them both, and shut it behind them.

as they walked, [name] texted mina, thinking she'd be too busy to respond.

                                                      flowered[name]

                                crazy stuff happened yesterday

                           accidental confession gone right

                    but i worked it out with bakugo so my

                                  life is no longer the worst :))

                                                                    delivered

now that that's out of the way-

oh mina texted back.

alienqueenslime

NO WAY

YOUR LYING

            

                                                     flowered[name]

                                                                          youre*

                                     and i'm telling the truth so

                                       do w that what you will

  i got a mission tho so i won't respond at all :D

                                                             

alienqueenslime

you can't just drop that and leave ong

omg**

the second u step in the dorms your explaining what's up [name]

read 10:47

she muted the suddenly lively "OPERATION [NAME] x BAKUGO" chat.

she had to focus, her life was on the line from now on.

after a familiar walk, with an even more fmailair annoyance at the time they lost because of mirko's rabid fans,

they arrived at the agency, [name]'s heart in her throat.

she'd be dealing with real murderers, people who viewed her as a disgrace to society. people who wouldn't care about killing her.

she had to be flawless. it's all she could afford.

⋆｡˚ ⋆｡˚ ❁

the walk to the area was calm.

she couldn't stop her hands from trembling as she walked. the missions she'd been on before had involved murders, injuries, and blood splattered. it'd involved her hurting people to the brink of death, seeing the destruction she caused.

but in her mind this was another level of cruelty though. they were killing heroes just to prove something.

how many bodies would they let fall to prove their point? would she become on--

she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"calm down. you're strong, and the rest of us are too. you're not gonna get hurt. or fucking die or something, got it?"

"got it."

best jeanist and mirko continued to lead them through a building, they had to climb to the top.

now was the waiting game.

genie would pass through this alleyway at approximately three o-clock sharp. it was currently two-forty.

the twenty minutes of waiting was pure anxiety manifested.

katsuki kept annoyingly walking around in a circle, seemingly bored as hell.

mirko wasn't any better, the thumping of her foot revealing her anticipation.

best jeanist had been eyeing the same spot in the alleyway for the entire duration.

and [name] was fighting off the internal deja vu that came from being on the building.

"you scared?" katsuki suddenly asked.

"yes."

"oh yeah, almost forgot you're a truth teller now or some shit."

"right."

she continued to mess with her hands, now  shaking slightly. even more with his added presence.

"so, you think i'm too weak to save you? is that it?"

[name]'s face scrunched up in confusion as her truth left her mouth. "no. where did that come from?"

"do you think dumb and dumber behind me can't save you?"

"no. why are you asking me this?"

he turned to look her in the eyes, his arms moving dramatically to make his point.

"then wipe that look off your face and focus. we're all strong as hell, you're strong too, you being on this team is proof.

so, get the fuck out of your head already. it's pissing me off."

he turned and got back to his strolling around.

he's right. [name] thought.

he always is.

just as [name] was about to thank him, she suddenly sensed the presence of a group of people in the building under her.

nine.. no.. twelve vigilantes were waiting for genie too.

mirko sensed it too, and immediately signaled to bakugo and jeanist not to speak anymore.

it was time.

as genie did their routine inspection through the alley, calling out for any homeless or lost civilians  along the way, they suddenly became surrounded by.. it had to be at least twenty villains.

one of them suddenly spoke out to them.

"does it feel nice to be rich because of us?"

"what?" genie replied, genuinely confused.

"you're only rich off the suffering we cause to people. the suffering of humanity as a whole."

"what are you talking abo--"

"if people like you didn't exist, heroes who are only in it for the money, heroes who misuse their quirks to hurt people, villains or not, we wouldn't need heroes at all."

"maybe, but that's not what's happening. that's not the society we live in, so you all should stop playing hypotheticals." genie reasoned, trying to discreetly call for backup.

before one of them noticed and used a string quirk to snatch the device out their hands.

genie scoffed. "so what? you kill me and a couple heroes, go back and feel good about yourselves? why not kill a couple villains instead--"

"we have. and don't worry about your future, it was set in stone the day you began to study as a hero. playing hypotheticals might be what we're doing now but,

soon it could very much be a reality."

the twenty villains all assumed fighting stances, it seemed at least five of them were quirkless or had non-combative quirks, as nothing manifested directly from their bodies.

genie was suddenly bound by strings, and before they could manifest their three wishes, they were silenced by another villain's quirk.

mirko and jeanist motioned to both bakugo and [name] to get ready for battle. they were jumping in.

with mirko and bakugo as close-range fighters, and jeanist and [name] as support, they ran in to stop the fight from progressing.

"oh, so more heroes joined the party? don't you feel bad using literal children to fight your battles?"

"oh shut the hell up! you don't know what you're talking about, i'm here because i'm destined to be the best, number one. and you losers are nothing to me!" bakugo proclaimed, letting out a huge explosion with his gauntlets.

while it managed to knock out a couple of the villains, the talkative one seemed to have a deflective quirk.

"so, you're interested in heroism just for the money and fame too huh? guess we have to take you out before you become a future problem, kid."

the same explosion that was absorbed by the man's reflective ability was then released back,

with his aim on mirko.

she dodged just in time.

jeanist used the fibers in the clothes around them  and managed to restrain another handful of villains.

it seemed they had  only had a small number of actual combative quirks, and used their pure numbers as an intimidation tactic.

the six left standing were protected by some sort of force,

they thankfully had no bargaining power, as genie had escaped during bakugo's first attack.

the force didn't extend to the ground beneath them, so [name] let out a devastating attack that scattered the group evenly across the wide alleyway.

it seemed whoever made the force field couldn't keep it up unless they weren't at harm.

only two of them had now revealed their quirks, with the rest being unknown.

bakugo and jeanist blazed through their enemies, explosion after explosion was let out as they plowed through.

the energy-absorbent man became no issue as jeanist focused on him instead, giving him no power to bounce off of.

mirko and [name] however waited for the others to make a move first.

a villain finally did, with blades unsheathing from every part of his body he ran in to attack mirko.

if [name] didn't have to worry about the two suddenly charging her, she would've had an easy advantage over him.

"you heroes think you're so much better than we are, you're not! take this!" he threw a star shaped object at her, and it clung to her body.

she tried to rip it off fast, but she was suddenly winded by a punch,

crap. that other lady.

she was thrown into the ground, a painfully harsh exhale leaving her lips as she made contact with the floor.

"[name]!" katsuki yelled, attempting to rush over to her aid.

jeanist had finished restraining the other villains, the ones she and mirko were facing were the only ones left.

but a forcefield suddenly overcame her.

the realization set in as she saw the strange purple field set over her.

she'd have to beat the two herself.

katsuki, who skidded to a stop at the sight of the forcefield, felt at a loss.

he needed to help her, but he couldn't. he felt so helpless.

"fuck! [name] don't you dare die or ill fucking kill you!"

his words didn't reach her as the villains started to mock her.

"are you scared little girl? you picked a big fight."

"i'm scared as hell." i didn't want to say that.

"but ill try."

"try what?"

"try to win."

she was so terrified. terrified at the realization that these people didn't care if she died. they'd even prefer it that way. she was so preoccupied that she didn't notice mirko had taken down the blade-filled man, and was now attempting to break down the forcefield.

the villains mocking words and laughs were incoherent as she tried to form a plan and fast.

okay, if i take out the force field. i can get help.

the woman is the one who's upholding it, so i have to focus on her, no matter what.

the grass that had been under the laid concrete that was destroyed as she fell was now partly exposed. a small leaf from the overgrown side of the building right on top.

i can win.

she got up, and feigned attacks at the man with the--

wait, what was his quirk anyways?

as he dodged her attacks, he started counting down out loud.

"ten, nine, eight,"

she didn't know what would happen, but she didn't want to find out. his words revived the huge pit of despair that she had grown accustomed to. she frantically used the rocks around her to attack as fast as she could, while slowly growing a vine towards the force-fielder.

"seven, six, five"

the vine was almost reaching the lady's leg, just a little further. her arms were burning from the force she was exterting.

"four, three, two"

all the tenseness had finally left her body.

a smile adorned her face.

it made it.

"one!"

as the star shape object blew up on her body, the vine had rapidly grown to fully restrain the other villain.

while the damage on the exterior of her body was a wound that resulted only from the small explosion that occurred on her body, it sent a paralysis through her that sent her falling.

i won.

mirko tackled the star-wielding man, effectively knocking him out.

jeanist quickly restrained the remaining villains and called for a medic, as katsuki ran to her side.

she was awake, just in shock.

"hey, [name], you okay?" katsuki said, his voice unsure, and softer than usual. He shook her lightly."

"i'm so scared, but happy.

i won.

did you see?"

it felt like katsuki was the one hit with a truth quirk at the question.

"of course i did, you went insane [name]."

she let out a satisfied laugh, accompanied by an "ow!" afterwards after she had tried to reposition herself.

"okay, well, as my victory reward, i'm gonna go to sleep.

don't think i'm dead or anything."

she shut her eyes immediately after. what she didn't know was that her absolute happiness at being recognized by her crush, who she respected so much, made small pink roses blossom out of the crack in the floor.

all that she remembered before she drifted off to sleep, was the feeling of being picked up, and the distinct smell of caramel.

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[l0v3tast3]

can we have more hcs w young!reader :o they were so cute, do u think you could write like sparring w them or something, ty!!

✎ of course omggg <3 i love this concept whenever i see anyone else write this kind of thing with platonic young reader i eat that shit up !!! also merry christmas and happy last day of hannukah to all who celebrate!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, written with 19 y/o reader in mind, all platonic relationships, fluff, young!reader is stereotypical gen z kinda, this is probably the most light-hearted thing i've ever written but there's separate angst at the end because i can't stop myself, as usual it's not really proofread

♡ so of course it takes awhile for you to come out of your shell around the rest of the 141. the previously youngest one of the group, kyle, is 7 whole years older than you, so it's a bit awkward at first.

♡ but once you're comfortable around them, you let your guard down a little and start letting your "regular" personality show instead of the "work" one. this involves bouncing-off-the-walls levels of energy and constant jokes and references that only kyle gets, and that's only sometimes. the other three guys just exchange a look and move on.

♡ you're constantly doing little dances and just fidgeting around, playing with anything you can get your hands on and always bouncing a leg (also never actually sitting like a normal person, price doesn't understand how you're comfortable most of the time). once, when it was just you and soap, you taught him a dance he thought looked fun, but made you promise to never tell anyone else. you told ghost as soon as you saw him next, and that was the first time you ever saw ghost smile (under the mask, of course, but you could tell).

♡ you don't really respect the more "arbitrary" boundaries; you would randomly take food off of the other guy's plates without asking and you always had to be invading someone's personal space. after lots of scolding and you acting like they were denying you a fundamental human right, they learned that it really was easier to just accept it and give up. you don't take food from ghost's plate, because you may be a little dumb sometimes but you aren't stupid. sometimes he shoves his leftovers in your direction if he notices you aren't eating as much that day.

♡ when you aren't terrorizing one of the 141 members, they keep an eye on you while you focus on whatever your latest interest is with an intensity that they'd only expect from you on actual life-or-death missions. it always causes soap some actual concern for you, but you just think it's because he can't sit still, ever.

♡ once, after you had all returned from a mission, you went into your room to shower, came out, got something to eat, then went into your room and proceeded to spend the next 3 days completing the newest pokemon game. full pokedex, awesome outfit, full level 100 team, you had it all, and you proudly shoved the switch screen in their faces to show them your achievements once you deemed yourself done. they learned you were a perfectionist pretty early on, while they took turns checking on you every few hours.

♡ you'll do the thing of casually dropping something horrible that happened to you into a conversation, as if it was just some silly thing that happened the other day. they all just kind of do a double take, because none of them actually talk about that stuff. you just look up from whatever app you were absently fiddling with on your phone and wonder why everyone went quiet; they just move on, as usual.

૮ ’• ˕ •` ა here, have some sparring headcanons now!

♡ when you and ghost sparred for the first time, you swore up and down he was out to break every bone in your body. he told price that it was the easiest he'd went on a recruit in years (he did also say you did much better than he expected). despite your complaints, you got back up every single time he knocked you on your ass, and you quickly adapted to the way ghost fought. you still didn't win a single round, but that was more of a him-being-really-big thing.

♡ soap only goes easy enough on you to not break any bones, but it doesn't take much to get him fired up, and sparring is no exception. you spend the entire session on the defensive, just trying to keep yourself all intact. you always lecture him that you aren't the actual goddamn enemy before you spar with him now while he rolls his eyes and says you're being dramatic.

♡ kyle claims he isn't going easy on you but everyone knows he is. he can't help it; usually he doesn't care that much when he accidentally actually hurts someone when sparring, but the thought of leaving a scar on you rubs him the wrong way. he doesn't ever tell anyone this, but everyone sees how he always acts like an older brother to you.

♡ you only actually spar with price once, mostly as a joke, after you're all more acquainted. you're acting all cocky, basically just saying he's old and you'll put him in the retirement home a couple years early. you're on your back in less than five seconds with him looking down at you, a loud laugh booming out of his chest.

♡ one time, ghost must have been sick or something, because the match ended with you making what would have been the killing blow in a real fight. you had stared in amazement at your achievement, then started yelling at the other guys to ask if they had seen what you had done. ghost let you have your victory, finding your astronomical excitement funny (on the inside, of course).

♡ kyle is your easiest target. usually he doesn't even want to spar with you anymore, because he knows you'll probably end up throwing him to the ground with your full strength and saying you don't need to go easy on him, he's a grown ass man. you've mastered how to use his weight against him, and he knows it. he also knows the look you get when you're walking up to him to ask to spar, and at this point he just points you to soap or ghost and shoos you away. one time he actually said "go on, git!" to you; his british accent made it much more funny than he had intended.

♡ fighting against soap kind of has 50-50 odds of you winning. if you're not afraid to start bleeding in multiple areas that day, you'll most likely be able to pin him. if you don't feel really like it, then you pretty much just have to run away. your before-sparring lecture for him eventually gets accompanied by an after-sparring lecture from you while he helps you put band-aids on the new cuts and scrapes.

₍ᐢ.᎔.ᐢ₎ okay a couple angsty ones because i can't help it,,,

♡ price knows how young you are, and you know he does without him having to tell you, because sometimes you catch him looking at you with sad eyes that see a lot more than you do. usually, if the conditions are just right, you're all for attempting to get the team members to open up to you, but this is what you and price don't talk about. instead, you tell him not to worry, that you'll at least outlive him.

♡ they're all waiting for that one day that, on one of their missions, you'll see something or have to do something that you won't come back from, because it's inevitable in this line of work. but you find a way to smile, even after the worst days, and you always say it's because someone has to.

[svltzmans]

bottom! hope mikaelson headcanons

a/n: hello hello i know i said i was taking a little break but inspiration struck for this request bc i'm a slut

warnings: smut of course (18+ only pleaseee), i write kinky shit sometimes wbk, mention of dominant/submissive dynamics kinda, roughness in a sexual context, etc etc., no editing just thoughts™️

hope would never admit this out loud

but she loves to be out of control sometimes

and she's a major brat about it

including doing everything she can to provoke you to take control

she would invite you to dinner, encouraging you to dress up in a skirt or dress

and she'd intricately tease you the whole time, ensuring that it was for your eyes only

running her hand up your thighs

whispering in your ear

(not even dirty things, she knows that her whispering anything at all has the desired effect)

hoping to get you to take her to the bathroom

(she likes the risk of semi-public sex which i've written sm about in my other fics 😭)

but you'd manage to resist just to see hope flustered without your attention

the drive home would definitely be interesting

now that you and hope are somewhat in private, hope embraces it by switching to verbal teasing

"what are you gonna do to me when we're home, y/n? i know you wanna fuck me, you can stop pretending you don't."

"your hands look so hot on that steering wheel. they'd look so much hotter on my body though, don't you think?"

as soon as you're both through the door, hope is pinned against it, and she lets it happen.

"can't even behave in a restaurant for a little while, huh hope?"

"i'm always well behaved, maybe you're just a little dramatic," hope would sneer, still trying to provoke you.

"you better lose that attitude, or it won't end well for you."

hope likes aggression in the bedroom quite a bit, especially when she's receiving this kind of behavior from you

she usually is somewhat aggressive back in order to encourage you to be more aggressive

"how about you fuck the attitude out of me?"

bottom! hope most definitely has a secret edging kink

because it involves her being completely powerless, which in any other context she wouldn't like

but when it's you, and she's in the mood for it

it's her favorite thing

she looooves to beg in these situations too

which makes eating bottom! hope out so much fun for you

getting to watch her squirm and see her teasing attitude disappear and be replaced by pure desperation

bottom! hope is vocal, and she doesn't hold back at all

she's actually happy you didn't decide to fuck her in the bathroom of the restaurant

because she can be as loud as she wants

"god, y/n. just like that, more. please more, i need you."

and not long after, this would turn into

"fuck, y/n, i'm close. please make me cum."

and that's when you'd pull away, holding her thighs apart.

"no baby, please don't. need to cum for you so bad."

"maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to mess around in the restaurant and then be a brat about it."

one of hope's favorite things is feeling you grab her thighs, hard

and pull her closer to your mouth

and she's not afraid to admit it too

"i love when you're rough with me, y/n."

yeah, bottom! hope is a force to be reckoned with

and writing this made me realize i want to top her lmao

[single-malt-scotch]

Mindcrack had many moments of interacting w fandom in a way people basically don't see at all anymore that it's understandable people are surprised and put off that doc "suddenly" said he wanted to read fan fic or whatever.

I mean for one, if you're not watching doc already you should know that tbh hes like on of THE most fandom involved hermits by far imo. Seriously. He's been a huge supporter of fan art no matter (well ya know to an extent) what it is. He commissions fan artists and asks permission for unpaid fan art to be thumbnails in his videos and always credits them in the intro. He's actively taken up 'headcanons' to his skin (goat horns, butterfly wings) or other things ppl draw him in (maid dress). He has talked many times about ships with him and seems generally unbothered and jokes about it.

So in mindcrack days it was not at all uncommon for them to pick up a fan fic to read (at a podcast or something)- which iirc they asked and got permission for (at least some I know of, it has been a while). But they also (mostly) knew about shipping too and talking about it esp in context to when they'd read fics (because yes they did read some ship fics). They had their "that's weird" moments for sure but that was kinda it. And well, back then many of us on our lil Tumblr space did think it was cool because we were excited they interacted with us at all lol...

This isn't to say you can't be uncomfortable!! Of course. Idk if doc has read anything on stream yet but I wouldn't be too worried as I'd also expect him to ask permission (and as fans maybe take openings to remind him to do so).

I think we all know rule number one as a fan is "don't show the cc stuff unless they ask for it". But rule number two in regards to them is "if the cc goes looking it's their fault and their responsibility for what they find". You might still worry about cc reaction despite that and to that I say stop giving a shit. Let go of shame and fear. Anyone can see your public posts. A cc might be looking right and now you'd only get uncomfy if you knew it, but you don't. You'd can't control people and if the cc are an ass about it despite looking for it? Feel free to say something but otherwise shrug it off because it's not your fault. (And if they're enough of an ass stop engaging with them lol). Mcyt (and other similar) are real people fandoms and you gotta remember that. You cannot control this and that's alright that's just how this kind of fandom has to work. So stop worrying about it

[gem-likes-rdr]

Going through RDR2 a second time and there's a few things I wanna point out about the Parlay Mission.

Notice how Arthur is ALREADY not trusting how this sounds? He's a guy who follows his gut I noticed and his face says it all. He don't like how this sounds and it sounds suspicious.(he was right)

Even Hosea confirming Arthur's suspicions out loud here.

Then Micah dismissing it casually. (Personally think it was a set up with Micah being a rat)

While Dutch in the end was the one who made the final call Micah still egged it on. Being a boot licker per say. Ignoring the advice from his best friend Hosea and his metoforical son Arthur.

Fact that Dutch and Micah say some stuff even in my first playthrough sounded kinda iffy, after playing it again I KNOW it's bullshit and the fact that Arthur argues against the shit they're sayin' claiming it's horseshit, Dutch claims it's disloyalty and not having faith. Part of being loyal is questioning folks and keeping people honest. That's Arthur for ya.

And despite the goal of grabbing Arthur I again feel was a set up possibility with Micah involved to get Arthur out of the picture.

But from how much time passed they'd be there by how to save Arthur. But they didn't. Dutch never showed up. If he noticed he was gone by my guess from how long Arthur has been out, a couple of days longer than normal (out of missions they are weirded out if you're gone longer than a day and a half, used to seeing drop offs then gone) then its kinda odd.

The then reaction from Dutch to me seems off. That he says that they just vanished and shrugged off leaving the fork road.

You would think this would make him suspicious but he didn't bother questioning it. Especially since the O'Driscolls were involved

This is foreshadowing to what he does later in the game.

Dutch didn't leave Arthur once. He didn't leave him twice.

HE LEFT HIM 3 TIMES.

And this is BEFORE his brain injury.

No matter how much Dutch apologized he still left Arthur.

And let's not forget to mention that Micah encouraged and coaxed this. Furthur leaning into my theory that Micah wanted ARTHUR'S position as gang enforcer. Which he later does get in a sense.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

In-character Q&A - AdVenture (1)

Just a crosspost from patreon!

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Beth

How did you all meet?

Shauna and I went to the same high school. I met Grant through Shauna; he stopped to greet her while we were hanging out. Prii and I met at a game store, as we both enjoy tabletop RPGs. They also introduced me to [MC], though since we subsequently became coworkers, we actually would have met independently of them.

We all met together at the same time at a birthday party for Shauna.

Who's your favorite of the group?

(for everyone, assume that this flips to MC under any circumstances where they're dating/best friends)

It depends. I'm fond of Shauna, but she can be frustrating. Prii's very charming, but could stand to get their head out of the clouds every so often

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby?

The notion of making it big with any kind of video-making seemed farfetched, particularly with five of us involved. Honestly, I was surprised at how popular Urban AdVenture became.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

No. Our hometown has a small, low-profile parahuman population, and we had only travelled further afield for videos on a handful of occasions. Encountering any parahumans seemed rather unlikely.

Prii

What was your first job/video in AdVenture? (Prii's fielding this, cause the answer is the same for everyone)

There's this old mall in our hometown that everyone just calls 'the mall'. There's this whole thing with a new development and they were super insistent that the new place is the mall so everyone started insisting on calling the old one—I'm getting off topic.

Basically, we went to the old mall. It's actually somewhere Grant and I snuck into a couple times before and part of how I got the urbex bug in the first place. If you're from the same place as us I don't think it's really that exciting but it made a decent video to an outsider. Though nowadays I see a lot of holes in it.

How did you all meet?

So my older brother is friends with Grant's older sister, and we crossed paths when we were like, preteens, and started hanging out too. I know Beth from our local game shop. Grant knew Shauna from... somewhere, and I met her through him. As for [MC] and I, uh. Well.

We were kind of, both in the ER? They'd been knocked off their bike and I'd done... something dumb, and we wound up sitting next to each other for a few hours in the waiting room.

Who's your favorite of the group? 

Everyone there is a special kind of person to me. Uh, not to sound bigheaded or anything, but I make friends pretty easily, and there's still pretty much nobody else I'd pick to do the AdVenture stuff with. I guess if you twisted my arm for an answer, Grant has tenure, so I'll give it to him.

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby? 

I kept it to myself, but I always felt like we could maybe take off. I was starting to get pretty excited at watching the numbers go up, and a couple of our more recent videos were getting noticeably more attention. So yeah, I was hoping.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

I figured we might if we kept doing the videos long enough. Always a chance of running into something strange; we'd already had our share of weird stuff. Always thought it'd just be like... signs of past presence or something, though.

Shauna

How did you all meet?

I went to high school with Beth! Couldn't really tell you how we became friends, it just happened at some point. She's coworkers with [MC] and I went by the coffee shop a lot, so I was gonna meet them sooner or later. I met Prii through Grant at a small get together.

And Grant, I met playing pickup.

giggles 

I kinda smoked him.

Who's your favorite of the group?

Aw, do I gotta pick? That's hard.

Um, I do really appreciate Beth's friendship. She can be harsh but I know she doesn't mean it in a bad way. Prii's really nice and encouraging and just generally comfy to be around. 

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby? 

I never really think most things I do are gonna make it big...

Um, urban exploration is fun, but I never feel like the face of it or anything.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

Yes, absolutely.

Creepy abandoned places are perfect for evil lairs and hideouts.

Grant

How did you all meet?

Oh, I've known Prii since we were kids. They were in the car one time when their parents came to pick up their brother from my place and I guess their brother mentioned my sister had a sibling their age, and they wanted to see who I was, and the rest is history. Beth happened to just like, be around one time when I said hi to Shauna, and Shauna I knew from a couple basketball games. Oh, and Beth introduced me to [MC].

I think as a distraction, 'cause I was annoying her.

grin

Who's your favorite of the group?

Not Beth!

laughs

I guess, Prii? Like I said, we go back. [MC] takes a joke pretty well and doesn't put up with my shit, so points to them.

Did you have hopes to make it big as urban explorers or was this just a hobby?

It was fun, but I didn't really have any aspirations for it. Like... c'mon, be realistic.

Did you ever think you would have run into anything parahuman-related?

Pff, no way.

[kit-williams]

Cuckoo Anon

Oh you bet your Chain Axe I Do! Had to stop last night because tired but I've got pretty good ideas for some other legions reactions to getting yoinked from their original timeline.

Disclaimer: Apologies if your fav legion doesn't appear here I only know enough about so many of them.

Word Bearers - Another group that's more Aware that the warp has something to do with this, though less able to actively affect it than say the Thousand Sons. Definitely in the group that Wants to establish contact with their original timeline because there's so many souls here in need of the warp's guidance. Until they're able to do that, they spend there time pouring over the various religious texts available here. Would speak up at a theology lecture to correct the speaker about the details of certain figures that they've actually met in their original timeline. Example: Nurgle. They also enjoy yoga for its meditative quality, though its less enjoyable for even the most yoga obsessed humans. The Word Bearers pair yoga with dark ritualistic chanting. Even in Gothic the humans recognize the words are...a bit unsettling.

Rating: Suddenly finding yourself running a...more intense version of a Bible camp as your Word Bearer instructs his group on the proper alignment of ritual circles with the Stars for their next venture. You just hope none of these will ever involve blood sacrifices.

War Hounds/World Eaters - Cut from the same cloth, even stitched with the same pins. Like the Iron Warriors these guys are actually Thriving (as much as they can) in this new environment. You'd think with everything being softened and pacified by the warp they'd go raving mad. But no, because that includes their nails and bloodlust. The nails still hurt, but its like a toothache most days compared to feeling like your brain is being stabbed. And they still crave battle, but there's sparring arenas and Astarte focused gyms in practically every city and marine base here. Plus the occasional chance to Really let loose on some human killer warbands. And if a Marine is sick of their nails completely they can be Removed! The instrument of their torment can be done away with (Chronic pain and migraines remain for most of them but again, far less pain than once was). This new clarity gives them room to reflect. The empire and chaos only found them useful when they were Hurting and Angry constantly. They were never allowed to be anything else. But with the humans here, especially with bonds that can sooth the nails completely, they finally can just....be.

Rating: Laying your head across your bonded humans lap with a fire crackling on a cold night. The scars from the nails twinge for a moment, causing you to hiss. Until your human coos, brushing the hair from your forehead, and at once the pain cools to nothing. You settle, not sure if you deserve this but decide you will accept it. You lean into your humans touch. You are both content.

Space Wolves - If War Hounds are the abused pups learning to love again, Space Wolves are the...Wolves learning to trust/work with humans for the first time. Space Wolves had interactions with humans in their timeline, but only those on their own planet would treat them like normal people. Everywhere else humans saw them as the Emperors Angels. Dangerous and Untouchable. So to have these humans approach them like neither of those groups kinda throws them off. They're not Afraid of them in a broad sense, but they're also not familiar enough yet. The two are finding their footing with eachother. Having a dog gets immediate points with a Space Wolf, they love pups. All shapes and kinds but they obvious lean towards more wolf like breeds. By the same token Space Wolves don't tolerate animal abuse. Any marine type Might decide to kill an animal abuser, a Space Wolf won't hesitate. If you're lucky they'll just steal neglected animals and leave the abuser with some property damage. At worst well...you get the idea.

Rating: Opening up that animal rehab shelter you've always wanted to Not because you thought you were finally  ready...but because your Space Wolf keeps bringing home strays, and neglected animals. But hey, seeing your big guy happily laying in a swarm of pups makes it all worth it. And the time you saw him literally send an abusive owner flying into your trash can for trying to take their dog back.

Death Guard - Weird idea, but they're doing okay. It's just that most of them are feral by choice rather than the Alpha legion's situation. The warp may make their haze of rot less dangerous here, but being near one is still Alot for an average human. Also the cities don't have enough Greenery. So the ferals stick to the forests and overgrown areas. Their presence boosts the cycles of life and decay, and they actually Clean!?!? Well yes, the litter and plastic trash, anything biodegradable can stay...or gets eaten. Yep I see Death Guard as the vultures or millipedes of space marines. They can eat Anything organic, and they enjoy the more fetid pieces. Many humans have been startled to find their garbage being raided after some spoiled leftovers were thrown out. And as far as personality goes they're actually pretty gentle. They see no reason to attack humans, they're natural miasma is still imparting the gifts of Nurgle occasionally so why bother? If a Death Guard bonds to a human that bond is deep and loving. The bond also helps their human resist their smell, and makes the human stronger against the illness miasma. Its not a perfect defense, energy still gets drained, but your Death Guard will always be there to lend a hand, claw, bone growth to help when you need it.

Rating: Hiking through the forest, and suddenly catching an awful smell. Your curiosity bids you follow it, lest it be a hiker that met an ill fate. As you get closer the greenery around you seems to grow larger, and more beautiful with every step. Literally bursting with life. You come to a small open area beneath the trees. The smell is strongest here, and you see a large misshapen green body. It raises its cupped hands, that hold something you can't identify, to a branch. A flower bud slowly opens to full and....a Butterfly flits to the new bloom from his palms. You stand in awe. The shape turns as you watch from behind a tree, your eyes meet through his helmet. You just...stare at eachother. And though you don't notice at the time, the scent no longer has presence in your mind.

Alpha Legion - (Only fitting that I finish off with the legion that gave me my name.) So honestly...kinda struggling. These fellas are so used to spying, and secrecy and playing games of 12D chess (even though doing that wasn't the best choice to begin with but I digress) and now they've been dropped in a place that has...none of that?? They're separated from their spy networks, no matter what side of their Timeline they were fighting on they only really have eachother now. The other legions are Very unwilling to trust them for obvious reasons. And they have a shit time making bonds with humans. Like seriously, f their lives right up. Like at least when they were just a cog in a clusterfuck of war, alliances, battles and betrayals, they didn't have to think and reflect about how Lonely they actually are. But...on the other hand, they're free to do as they please here. Sure the other marines are wary of them, but as long as they don't outright start shit things can go on tense but peaceful. Occasionally snatching some affection while disguised is okay, but still...they want something real. And when they do get that, whether the bond is truly like their fellow marines or slightly different, they Don't let go.

Rating: You came home to an Ultramarine in your house, only it didn't really...act like an ultra marine? It took no interest when you showed it your excel documents, didn't try to organize anything, and shied away from conversing with other loyalists. He Did help you out around the house, and was exceptionally affectionate. Most marines were some flavor of touch starved (except maybe Salamanders), but this seemed excessive. Then one night you woke up, and heard hushed but intense whispering. You peaked out of your bedroom to see your Ultramarine conversing with....himself!? Your eyes did not deceive, and your ears did not lie. Same voice, same armor, down to the same scratches and battle damage...but that was impossible! Your musings were interrupted by one of them getting louder.

"It is still My turn with the mortal!"

"You expanded your timetable in the schedule. That is Unfair brother, and you know it."

"This is not up for discussion, and You cannot be here right now! Do you want us to be thrown out completely!?"

"Maybe if we were simply Honest with them we wouldn't have to worry about that, but You insisted we stick to this charade. Well I'm SICK of it!" The ultra on the right lost his composure, and his form phased and shifted. Royal blue became teal and the helmet shifted to a form more resembling an octopus. An Alpha Legion marine...but that would mean...

The one you assumed to be Your marine spoke up. "Enough! I will not tolerate your insubordination! Leave now!"

The newly shifted marine stood his ground and sneered. "Why don't you Make me brother?!"

"Or you could....Both stay?" The two marines whipped their heads to face you. You stood in your pajamas, as the two armored marines stared in stunned silence.

"I...can explain." Your marine started, but you held up your hand.

"Its okay," You assured him, crossing the distance so you could look him in the eye.  "We do need to talk things over but...I think I understand why you felt you needed to do this." You turned to his brother. " Should've let me know we were having company. I think we could all use some hot chocolate."

Your second space marine perked up. "I hope you have enough supplies for us all."

"Two space marines and a human you mean?"

"Weeeeeell...." Knock, knock, knock. You turned to the door, and your space marine let his disguise shed as he reached for the handle. The door opened to reveal...1,2,3,4...yeah you were gonna need more hot chocolate.

Love these I really do you're making me blush

[yandere-sins]

I've been reading your orca stories, and Nerrokan is my favorite. Would you ever consider writing a short POV of how the sirens respond to Bad End 3.2?

It doesn't feel like Krill or Lyr like reader outside of being a plaything, but with Nerrokan it's harder to tell at that point in the story. They do seem to have some sort of feeling at that point already though?

(Reading heavily into the "Human, let's sleep over it" line where Nerrokan seems to be warning reader that staying is a bad choice.)

Thank you for reading my stories and enjoying them! However, I don't think I will make another story addition to that, sorry. :')

But I can give some thoughts on what I think is the outcome.

If you are asking about how they'd react to the reader trying to drown themselves, I will have to disappoint you, very few of my stories would actually go that way—I'm more of a "there is no escape" kinda gal. Reader would probably be picked up by some orca and be brought back to the community spot all like "I found you, you're so clumsy! But no wonder since you're a human."

It's a big pack, even if reader wishes that their eyes aren't on them all the time ^^'

So yeah, drowning is not an option and the orcas definitely won't be happy with the mishap, becoming much less confident in leaving the darling with the others and starting to take turns staying with the darling. Which is only making them more depressed in the long run since Lyr and Krill are somewhat 'eh' about their time with the darling unless it involves something fun for them too, like mating. Only Nerrocan likes to actively spend time, take them to the surface, chill in the sun, teach them orca tradition, and make them happy etc.

As we discovered in their stories, Lyr and Krill really don't harbor deeper feelings for this mate, but I suppose it's a bit like an arranged marriage—you develop your new normal and come to terms with each other. However, since Nerrocan is mated to them, the rest of the orcas just assume that goes for all three. Especially since they are so protective and still respected in the pack.

Lyr would never have another child with this human and probably move on to his dolphin!mate at some point.

Between Krill and Nerrocan, if there is another child, it would probably be Nerrocan's. Simply because he treats his mate better and is involved so they might actually develop a closer relationship. Which in turn leads to Krill's mother finally being dethroned, but even though we didn't get to see much from her, Nerrocan's mom isn't much better as a leader.

Krill would also probably come to resent Nerrocan and his aunt for it, and eventually the human and his own child. Strangely, he can't get over the death of his own mom despite wanting nothing more than to be rid of her. It's a pride thing and the fact that he suffers from the demotion the most.

As for your last point, Nerrocan did want reader not to make a hasty decision because he had already planned on taking them away. Them agreeing and giving themselves to the others was fatal to his plan so he wanted them to 'sleep over it'. He couldn't proceed to execute it once their life were too entangled with everyone's and perhaps he also didn't want to. He got to be with them regardless, even though them growing more and more depressed inevitably hurts him too.

Hope this gave you some ideas for the continuation! Thank you again for reading ♥

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Snippet #29

TW: Blood, angst, vampire (turning involved, but it's consensual), not edited damn

I am so sorry for not writing for so long, it's just that for a while my life's been a mess and kinda is now. Anyyywayy, hope u enjoy <; 3

"You know you can't get too far," a lazy, and yet painstakingly familiar voice drawled after Hero.

They were running as fast as humanely possible, ignoring the cramps as their legs worked like machinery to carry them at a speed they never even knew was achievable.

It didn't matter in the slightest, and the villain was right; if anything, it only served to humiliate the hero further. In the dark, the villain had the upper hand. The night was theirs, and they ruled with an iron fist.

It was simply a game of time, simply depending on exactly when the villain got bored of toying with them.

If the hero was quick, their adversary was supernaturally fast. If they hid in the dark, between thickets of trees, held their breath and became practically invisible, the criminal could sniff them out like a bloodhound, could see at night just as clearly, if not even more.

As though to prove their point, to bring some rationality to a seemingly irrational fear, the villain materialised next to them from the shadows, a dagger-sharp smirk on their pale-skinned complexion, as the moonlight cast a cool, dim glow on their features.

"Darling," the villain purred as the hero nudged their elbow into their shoulder, "you know that doesn't feel like anything to me, right?" They raised a dark eyebrow, entirely amused as the crime-fighter opened their mouth and tried to insult them, except all that came out was an incoherent snarl of rage.

"Exhausted isn't the best look on you, lovely," the criminal added, frowning a little at the hero's disheveled state; their hair astray in every direction, the sweat beading down their temples and the tatters in their clothes from where the branches snagged on the fabric.

Still, the hero tried their hardest to ignore their nemesis, still continued lying to themselves, thinking they could outsmart one the most cunning bastards they'd ever met. But the hero was nothing, if not a fighter, the type to try and break through stone with their teeth and nails if that was all they had because even if they died before making a dent in solid rock, the blood on their hands would be a testament to their effort.

Except right now, they wished to scream at the villain, to use every profane word their tongue could form, but the bile rising in their throat made it difficult to say a word. And sure, they'd been trained to act with ruthless efficiency, but nothing in their training had prepared them for playing a losing game with the supernatural.

"I don't see why you're running like a racehorse, Hero," the villain called out, leaning back against a tree, impatiently tapping their nails against the trunk, calmer than ever.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's that I don't want to die," the hero hissed through gritted teeth, already out of breath and entirely furious that the villain could still see their humiliated blush in the dark.

Except the villain hadn't broken out into a fanged grin, no teasing remark falling from their lips. Instead they pulled away from the tree like they'd been burnt, their relaxed posture disappearing along with their casual demeanor like smoke. "Hero," the immortal started gently, "do you think if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have tried already?"

"Is that supposed to help?" the crime-fighter scoffed incredulously, finally stopping in their tracks, exhausted.

"I guess not," the villain attested, running a tired hand down their face, looking embarrassed for the life of them, and if the hero had been in a better mood, they would've found the absence of their long-time enemy's quintessential smug face amusing.

"Well," the villain said, the uncertainty bleeding out of their tone as fast they could manage, "all this," they said, waving their hand indicatively, "it's because I want you." They crossed some of the distance between them, and there was just enough light to see the knife-sharp emeralds soften into something they've never seen before, instead of the hungry flash of red they'd expected.

For a moment, the hero wondered if this was the vampire's intoxicating hypnotism, the poisoned honey many a tale warned of. Except it seemed nothing like it, this was raw and almost terrifyingly intimate as the criminal's feet trudged closer to the where the hero was, the crime-fighter themselves moving in tandem with them. They were breathing each other's air, except Hero was still terrified. The villain's sudden inclination to be gentle didn't completely take the edge off the situation. "You're not lusting for my blood?" they breathed out, carefully searching the villain's face for an answer.

"No," they replied, their hands gently resting on the hero's shoulders, cold against their skin, but their burning skin welcomed the feeling as the villain's fingers gripped onto the shredded fabric coyly, "it smells like heaven, but it isn't why you mean something to me. I shouldn't be able to stand this close and not give in to my instincts. But here I am, and I don't even care," they half-whispered, their hand now stroking patterns down to half of the hero's spine, and if suppressing their emotions hadn't been hammered into them like stone, they would have shivered at the touch.

"And why me? Does something about me make you feel powerful?" the crime-stopper asked, almost challengingly, their hand gripping onto the villain's strong arm, a slight upturn of the corner of their lip as the vampire's breath caught in their throat for a moment. There was something entirely powerful about watching the expressions on their face change ever so subtly.

"Quite the contrary. I like the taste of power, yes, but my ego isn't so fragile that I deeply need someone to feed it. You make me feel I can fight for something. Like I should." The villain's hands were in their hair now, stroking through the strands like it was common practice, like they weren't setting something in the hero's heart on fire.

The vulnerability in the criminal's eyes, the tone of their voice, even though it wasn't the seductive drawl they were all too familiar with, pulled them into something they forgot they were capable of feeling. They wrapped both their arms around the villain, pulling them closer against their chest, unable to understand how they could go from being terrified to whatever this was, but maybe they didn't need to.

They just knew they wanted the villain, they always did. Even when they ran, they weren't scared of their enemy's bloodlust as much as they were scared of their own attraction to someone they were never supposed to have, of how those emotions controlled them.

They weren't sure when the criminal's lips were pressed to their cheekbone in a kiss, and they weren't cold, no. They weren't dead, they were nothing if not so incredibly alive, a trail of fire quickly gone cold as the villain pulled away.

"Talk to me, love," the vampire half-whispered, taking the hero's hands into theirs, their fingers skirting over their knuckles gently.

For a moment, the crime-fighter’s grip on the villain's hands loosened, and their eyes met the mist shrouding the trees ahead, and they almost wished to run, but they steeled themselves. "I'd stay with you, I'd be yours," they murmured into the criminal's shoulder.

"But?"

"Don't you realise that out of both of us, only you live forever? That your strength needs a match or you'll suffer, and we both know it?" they said earnestly, swallowing the acid in their throat and somehow managing to stop the tears pricking at their eyes from threatening to flow.

The villain's eyes widened for a moment before their hand came to rest on the hero's neck. "Do you trust me?"

The crime-fighter bit down on their lip harshly, swallowing the fear of the risk like it was nothing. For their whole life, they'd been so cautious, planning every step of the way, and it was exhausting.

Screw it. Screw it all.

They nodded, and that was when the villain's fangs were in their neck, the gentle grip of their arm on their waist, and the hero's grip tightened on their body as they shivered, holding out through the pain, just until the villain's own blood dripped into their system. And it felt like being brought back from the dead, the rush of adrenaline coursing through their veins. The criminal held out their arm, and the hero bit into it like it was second nature, and instead of the metallic taste they were used to, crimson honey made its way down their throat, the intoxicating scent wafting into their nose unannounced.

They finally pulled away to see Villain smiling at them as the cut on their arm closed just as fast it opened. They must've been hilarious, blood all over their face. but if the criminal noticed, they didn't mention it. "Can I have you, love?" they asked.

The hero nodded again, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and grinning, ignoring, or perhaps proud of their blood-stained fangs.

Happy endings may be a luxury not every love story can afford, but that does not mean they are unattainable. Hidden feelings are the bitter poison the heart burns itself alive with because emotions are not to be left till they rot into something cold and empty. No one said it is meant to be easy, but it is all the more worth to try.

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[rederiswrites]

Had a chat today with a friend that started with ignorant mfs on Facebook and ended with a joke about sex toys, but in between covered so much about current politics in the US that I got permission to share it here.

A — You know good and well humans can be mind-numbingly oblivious

RedEris — I do. I do. doesn't mean I have to accept it or think it's reasonable. lol

A — Good for a laugh, in any case. As long as it doesn't get a bipedal cheeto elected

RedEris — exactly I tell [Phantom]--because of course for them the prospect of another Trump presidency is really kinda an existential threat and it does scare them--that the thing is, if we could get actual progressives elected, then the chance of addressing the exact poverty, poor education, and desperation that's let Trump get where he is goes way up

A — Yup

RedEris — So while yes, politics is like housework and it does keep needing to be done all the time, it's…also kinda like housework in that staying on top of things makes it a bit easier? I dunno. it's a metaphor.

A — Shit's got to change, but if you change it too fast then half the people get all freaked out and tried to pull it all back to what they're comfortable with. Its a pendulum

RedEris — which is actually pretty much where we are WITH Trump. It's the strength of reactionaries, ironically, recoiling from the fact that actually a lot of things HAVE changed for the better really fast Trying to explain to the kids the other day what the state of mental health/neurodivergency understanding was when we were in high school The like, zero percent chance that we'd've been diagnosed with our fairly, in retrospect, obvious problems

A — It's really hard to conceptualize that while YOU may think all of these changes are good and moral and timely, there's fuck ton of people out there looking at it and thinking "What the fuck is going on? Who are these people? I liked it the way it was! What gives them the right?" And maybe you can ignore them, but unfortunately their stubborn, ill-informed vote counts exactly the same as yours does, so you're not likely to get too very far without them

RedEris — and now the changes are really speeding up, because people aren't getting entrenched and becoming conservative like previous generations, simply because we've built a system where getting older doesn't necessaarily give you more to lose, and middle aged people are still feeling disenfranchised by the system

A — Yeah

RedEris — So now you've got people of an age where they are seriously considering getting more involved in politics but who are decidedly not conservative so. We've got to get them to vote.

A — And allow them to vote

RedEris — RIGHT that's the other thing. These "decidedly not conservative" people have fucking work to get to. and quite possibly no car. and a kid that needs watching, and, and… assuming they haven't just been scrubbed from the registrations Honestly it's buckwild that voting day isn't a national holiday or a requirement. It certainly is in other countries and they haven't combusted yet

A — Well of course that's why there are major efforts to make sure those people can't vote If you can't win on the numbers, rig the system to change the numbers.

RedEris — it's amazing to me that they'll straight up say this

A — Empower the old farts who are so freaked out that their grandkid Julie wants to go by Michael that they forget about when they were crusty young hippies who wanted to stick it to the old fuddy duddies who were killing strangers in foriegn lands and poisoning the planet.

RedEris — like, Republican strategists UNDERSTAND that they have to win by restricting voting to their bloc they'll SAY it. it's amazing And then we have a system so riddled with disinformation and distrust that they CAN say these things, and not lose a significant amount of the vote or power

A — Of course they do. They can't change their platform. They'd lose their base. It's a house of cards. But they know they have a demographic problem, they can't win on a percentage of the population. Its no surprise that they've only won the popular vote for president twice since Reagan.

RedEris — I take comfort in knowing that that percentage is going down all the time. BUT we gotta survive this push of theirs first Because this push could be incredibly, incredibly damaging you need only look at how much of the current situation dates back to a guy who was president when I was fucking ONE to understand that

A — And before that, honestly

RedEris — yeah I mean we've still got baggage from the Puritans and Victorians, man

A-- Yeah, I know but that baggage is a convenient place to store sex toys.

[danwhobrowses]

nothing to see here just a crazy shipper guy going crazy over Callowmoore under the bit, if that's not for you then go about your business

So fellow Callowmoores how we feelin' this morning/evening? Because it's evening right now and I'm still bouncing off the walls in my mind

The one post could not keep me contained! No seriously the amount of tags I put in hit a limit and doesn't show them all

I mean yes we didn't get a kiss (yet) but goddamn we got so much, it has possessed me, deranged me, it's leaking outta my brain I gotta talk about it, so either jump out or buckle up because this overflow is gonna be long

First off I just gotta talk about how so many things almost lined up how I imagined them because it just makes it feel like they looked into my head and thought 'hey that's kinda good'. Like, I wanted Fearne to take the shard at Mori's, it was a safer space for her than the Ziggurat which is tainted by bad memories (this and other campaigns), I just didn't expect it so soon, thought they'd at least have a full rest first. In fact I had a whole scene in my mind where in a desperate gambit Delilah took over Laudna while she slept and just knocked on Ashton's door in a form of dread going 'where's the shard Ashton?'. It's key to this I promise not only because I enjoyed the idea of Ashton not taking any of Delilah's shit (plus for you Imodnas out there the mental scene involves Ashton whispering 'Imogen's in danger' to wake her, they also ask where Paté is because they still have that 'Paté is Delilah' theory) but it also expanded on the possible helplessness Ashton would have being unable to assist Fearne with taking the shard

'You're a child, Ashton. A blunt instrument that charges blindly into harm, would you really risk Fearne's life to earn her forgiveness? You know what it can do, what happens when you can't protect her from it?'

Of course, Ashton would never give Delilah the shard, which would frustrate Delilah since she can't manipulate them, but the comment weighs on Ashton a little. Which is when the whole waking Laudna happens and she leaves, but Fearne is in his room (the Vox Machina bathtub scene being inspiration), having asked to sleep there for comfort and asks them if it worries them. Which is where I often got to use this quote

'I don't believe in fate, but I believe in you'

And it sticks with me because it's super romantic, but also on-brand for Ashton, there were variations like the longer 'things only affect our path if we choose to believe they do; fate is complicated, the gods don't give a fuck, and I don't wanna even think about legacy anymore, I don't believe in them, but I believe in you' but then the next morning comes and Ashton gives her the ring, since I forgot about attunement there were instances where it was a sneaky sleight of hand thing, and Fearne completes the process. Of course, with weeks to go on there were a lot more scenarios like Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll to practice talking to and putting it back, Ashton seeking Mori for advice, herbal tea visions where Ashton entered their own mind and encounters the empress while on the outside Delilah possesses Laudna to try and drain the power from them, one where the shard having been reshaped through Ashton is less intense on Fearne for the first 4 rounds (since they blew up on the fifth) because Ashton's essence is containing and dissipating the hostile energy, and one where the group secretly vote against Ashton being there for Fearne taking the shard (Imogen, Laudna, and Chetney 3 to 2 against Orym and FCG) but Fearne as the decider pulls them over because she needs them there, stuff like that I'm sure fanfic writers could consume to their heart's content (and are free to, go nuts). But these scenes stood out because it had elements of stuff that are linked to or actually happened in the episode; Fearne does take the shard, Ashton endorses that Fearne is the only one who can take it, Ashton gives her the ring and Shattered Vigor is apparently a thing where Ashton is practically taking Fearne's pain to protect her, that alone is enough to go insane over.

And can we talk about the ring for a moment, because like THE RING. I'm not talking about generically either I mean that this ring has been significant to the shard saga ever since Ashton claimed it. It was found on the corpse of someone infused into stone, into the earth, right between the whole eidolons stuff where Ashton connected with an Earth elemental and then the Grau Dashari stuff with the crystals they merged with their hammer and then the Bor'dor incident, that could've easily been a titan-based punishment. Also, Ring of Volcanic Flesh, like Ashton's stone arm? And if that wasn't enough, what was the first thing Fearne stole from Ashton when they reunited? The ring, the act that broke down Ashton's walls as they let out a most heartfelt 'I missed you, so much' the ring that Fearne stole right off of Ashton's fingers only for them to willingly put in her hand to protect her, because just as they said at the clock tower, everything they have belongs to her. And while legacy and hubris had a part in the shard incident, part of it was also for Fearne. I don't believe there's any situation where if Fearne said she wanted the shard at the clock tower Ashton would've said no; Ashton knows that Fearne was key to the shard dislodging in the lava, they sensed it was in a way key to both of them, but there was no reality where Ashton was gonna force Fearne to take the shard if she didn't want it. And yes it blew up in their face, much like Fearne they saw an image of themselves they didn't want to be, their soul broke with the realisation that they hurt the one person they never wanted to hurt, but thanks to Percy they also realised that they had to change. It wasn't enough to see everyone else having someone at the reunion and internalizing 'if someone has to not come back it's gotta be me' they had to make steps towards being the person the Hells needs them to be, someone who can come back with them.

Which is where last episode started setting it up, and I didn't speak much about it at the time because other than the pretty plain 'I would've rather died than hurt Fearne' insinuation (which in turn was confessed to save Fearne from falling) there was only crumbs that could be interpreted other ways; for instance Birdie's tale with Athion and Olly being somewhat of a parallel to Tevan and Ashton, the formers wooing Birdie and Fearne with temptations of indulgence while the latters drawing their attention by being subjects of intrigue, defiance and kindness, plus they saved the latters (Birdie literally via escaping the prisons and Fearne emotionally and literally), or before the Orym conversation when Ashton takes 'one last look' Taliesin looks towards Ashley last. But I knew there was poetic significance to Ashton failing the communication trial, Marisha sensed the vibe too, but even though Fearne was nervous about guiding Ashton, the fault fell to poor dice rolls (and Liam not keeping shtum and summoning thunderwasps) and once again Ashton in an attempt to prove themselves falls flat on their ass in front of the person they most want to prove it to. And that did break my heart a little I must admit because as poetic as it was who hasn't been there? Ashton's journey of proving themselves has been laden with failure too; being unable to protect anyone from Otohan led to them almost being TPK'd, being unable to keep the group together at the Malleus Key led to the group being scattered, and then Team Trauma's stuff - Orym was despondent and Laudna's a wreck, got a random 'shepherd's boy', a powerful Cobalt Soul teen prodding about the solstice and all of Deni$e here added as mainly combat support, loners but no leaders, Dawnfather angel thinks them insignificant, dark spirits trying to consume their only leads about the Hishari - and the moment Ashton started to trust Bor'dor after the pipe vision what happens? Betrayal, Hunger of the Shadow and Delilah is let back in, Ashton couldn't even keep Laudna safe from herself, they reunite, try to sort out their shit with their past, discover that they might have a destiny to fulfill and end up being too willing to die in place of others, and unable to protect their new family from themselves, because of these recent failures it was important that Ashton proved themselves in the trust trial.

And thankfully they did, there was no way to prove that anyone was a Doppelganger and yet, Ashton still trusted Fearne; twice saving her from the flora even when told to leave her behind. And they were close to another failure when the branch was snatched - after their attempts to keep it safe by throwing it in the pool alone - but they trusted Chet and Orym (father/son duo) to cover more ground while they helped Fearne. And even when FCG told Ashton 'I think it's Fearne', and when Imogen was untrusting of Fearne, Ashton abandoned their held action to save FCG from the brambles because they knew Fearne could be trusted. They trusted Imogen to connect to Ruidus and as mentioned endorsed Fearne to take the shard.

And sure, in my mental scenarios Ashton gives her the shard, doing the same she did for them, but I did say almost like how I imagined. And Ashton still did everything they could, plus Imogen comforted their visible worry, but once it's complete they're just in awe, and then their own spark awakens through her touch, a touch they were unafraid of even at the threat of newfound fire, and now for the first time ever they feel whole. She saved them, and now they finally feel complete, and now this time Fearne is agape, Fearne is in awe, and everything she had hoped Ashton would gain from taking the shard before has come to fruition through her, and it's just, joy, pure incorruptible joy, a kindred connection that belongs to just them. Plus a big piece of paper for all the new powers they are excited to learn about from each other, with each other, and while Matt can talk about there being risks to them because you gotta balance the combat the narrative significance is still there.

But dammit they need to kiss, I've yelled it enough times in my head; like the lava, the clock tower, before and after Fearne took the shard, the only times they did kiss was before the solstice (the forehead kiss) and the ziggurat and both preceded bad times, they deserve a proper one, not one at risk of being a goodbye, something precious, irreplaceable and theirs to have, to share. And I don't know if they should use the patented 'can I kiss you?' or take a tip from BeauYasha and use 'I wanna kiss you so bad right now' or find something else to make their own but I desire it so much, had it happened this ep I probably would've melted out of my seat. They're awkward and nervous but they gotta take the leap, Ashton needs to realise they're loved and maybe even be told that they deserve it even when they feel they don't, and Fearne has to take a risk too, the shard put doubt to her decisions but that doesn't mean she can run from her strong emotions. It doesn't fix everything of course, but sometimes people heal better together than apart. As a currently vorbed half-elf once said 'drink the courage first'.

Curiosity continues to send me after the ep, and while some people are attempting to blemish or rain on the parade (I mean, I try not to speak ill of other ships in general, but if you're gonna be negative about it you can at least do it in your lane, your tags not ours) I am still just riding the high of the possibilities. True, the unknown can make me nervous, and I will admit the group has to give Ashton and Fearne space (they're just excited, and with the bloody bridge hinting to be a final moon-based battle there is that sense of urgency) Imodna had nudges sure but they have been a bit heavy-handed and kinda chaperoned around them, Fearne and Ashton seldom get time alone, one can hope they can get that time with each other next episode.

[love-toxin]

Ok but your pornstar au got me thinking about pervy!Steve or pervy!Eddie falling in love with a camboy😳

OK BUT.......IM GONNA BE GROSS...

(cws: camboy!angelface, stalker!perv!steve/stalker!perv!eddie, modern au, they're kinda degenerates, strangers to lovers)

Steve or Eddie watching every single stream and liking every single post on your social media because they're absolutely obsessed with you. they rub themselves raw at every risqué photo you post and save every single one on their phones because it makes them feel like you took them just for them. they drop so many donations during your livestreams just so you'll say their usernames out loud, and they hope for those rare compliments you give out because it's such a delicious addition to their spank bank. Eddie usually pays to have you hump your pillow, and tips you extra if you cum all over it and lick it off the fabric with that pretty, pink tongue. while Steve always wants to see you finger yourself, he loves the spread of your cheeks as you arch back and try to hit those spots all by yourself, your poor, neglected cock pressing into the sheets as you focus on giving your viewers a good look. they think about you constantly, they never touch themselves without thinking of you, they just want you so bad it aches. and they think that you don't even know who they are, but little do they know you do.

they'd absolutely cream their pants if they found out you actually find them adorable. you have creepy fans and all and they shouldn't be any different, being that they're probably parasocial little freaks living in basements somewhere--but you've seen their private profiles and they're so cute, for some reason it doesn't ick you out to see their nasty compliments pop up. it actually makes you harder when you're making yourself cum for your audience. but you can't show any favouritism, at least not publicly....but that doesn't mean you can't reply to their DMs with a photo that very clearly shows your home address in the background, along with a comment that should be enough to get through their heads that you want them to show up.

and so you wait, and your next stream comes around soon. you make some passing comment in the beginning as you're warming up that you've got a fantasy involving someone barging in during your stream and fucking your brains out, your sigh of resignation not completely fake as you wonder whether your favourite viewers are gonna pop into your chat like they always do. it worries you that they don't, though, and that you might've scared them off--but just as you're finishing your warmup and starting to ease yourself down on your dildo, you hear a car door slam outside and the sound of your front door opening and closing. you stop, and wait, suddenly panicked that it might be a home intruder or a burglary, but keep your cool for the people watching. but when your bedroom door squeaks open and you find a man with a very familiar face standing there, your eyes widen and he...he suddenly seems quite shy.

he just stands there, trying to meet your eyes and failing, turning slightly like he's considering running right back out of the house--but he doesn't, only because you start grinning from ear to ear and ask him, in that sweet voice; "is that my favourite fan over there?" before patting the space between your legs as your chat goes wild with a flood of comments. he doesn't even think twice at that, all your viewers see is a guy clambering on top of you so fast you collapse back into your bed, giggling when he shoves your sex toy off the mattress and starts frantically undoing his belt, even while he's already humping you between your thighs like he can barely even wait. you help in shoving his pants down just enough for him to pull it out, gasping in sweet awe at the feeling of his girth just by pressing the tip against you--and when he slides in, still dressed from head to toe and pinning you with his whole body weight as you lay back nude, you immediately start panting and clawing at his clothes at the sensation of being so full.

it's like the camera doesn't even exist, nothing exists except for his lips on your neck and your cock grinding up between your bodies, every ounce of seed milked out as he humps you in such a feral manner you could swear he's had a dry spell lasting a lifetime. you hook your ankles around his back so he won't pull out when he cums, but even when he does, he fucks you right through it and doesn't slow down even when you're cumming on a loop yourself, the constant pressure and deep strokes against your sweet spots turning you into a mush-minded sex doll. he pours sweat all over you, makes you so sticky and sore with cum swelling you up that you feel bloated, and his tongue's so hot and slick as he laps at your neck and your cheek that he reminds you of an overexcited dog. he's gross, definitely the perverted basement-dweller you assumed he was. but he fucks you so good you can't stop, plus that stream makes you heaps of money with how intense it is--and he's actually kind of sweet, mumbling meek confessions of love into your ear as he rubs the back of your scalp and holds you so close to his chest. he's worth keeping around at least for a little while.....and maybe longer, if he ends up stealing your heart like you feel he might.

[aerbiscuit]

Hi I have a question about the centaur lore. How would centaurs react to a non-taur farting? Either a stranger in their presence or someone they've befriended?

Thanks for being so interested in my ideas! :3

That answer has two parts to it. First, we'll start with Part A: all non-taurs/humanoids.

When it comes to non-taurs farting, centaurs would generally react in non-negative ways. It all depends on context, of course, such as the personalities of those involved, whether or not it was an accident, etc. But here are common responses:

Amusement: Centaurs not only fart a lot, but they fart impressively. Centaur farts are either loud and sputtering, loud and long, or silent and SUPER long (with an audible hiss and visible flapping tail). Either way, they're usually always thick and strong-smelling, not necessarily bad but always noticeable. This means that when a non-taur/humanoid farts, some centaurs will just laugh and go, "Awww, how cute. That all you got?" They find "weaker" non-taur farts kinda silly and adorable. Imagine how you feel when you hear a dog or cat farting.

Relief: In the case of the non-taur farting intentionally because they're relaxed (or they just don't care), a lot of centaurs will assume this means the other person doesn't mind a centaur relieving themselves as well. Society at large has the taboo against farting, and most non-taurs don't have bodies that make it really hard to avoid being "rude." Farting intentionally around a centaur basically says there's nothing to worry about around you, and maybe even that you're joining them in "transgressing" this idea of politeness. Don't be surprised to hear a centaur mutter, "Oh thank god," before letting out a pent-up horse fart that puts the non-taur's to shame.

Competition: This response will usually only happen around a certain type of centaur and a certain type of non-taur. If a non-taur lets out some gas that's anywhere CLOSE to the level of a centaur's, some centaurs may find they're being... challenged. Sometimes the centaur will put a little more force into a fart than usual to outdo the other person. It's unlikely that a non-taur will win if they turn this into a fart-off, but that won't stop people from trying, nor from having fun.

A sub category to competition is interest: If a non-taur lets out a fart close to the level of a centaur's, a centaur may be genuinely interested in just what that non-taur ate (or how their body works) to make such gas possible. Not all non-taurs are comfortable answering that. The ones that are... curiously, they often become great buddies with centaurs.

Of course, there's always the matter of how a centaur would feel if a non-taur farted while riding them. If a non-taur becomes a centaur's "rider" (a special bond where the centaur will always be comfortable giving them a lift for hours on end), then the centaur wouldn't mind HOW many farts get drilled into their back. "Ride or die" has never been more appropriate.

In all other cases, the reaction is how you'd expect. Unless the centaur has a great personal fondness for farts, they'd enjoy getting farted on less than somebody farting around them. Still, they'd probably just brush it off, only really getting annoyed if the farts sounded or smelled particularly disgusting. Ultimately, it's up to the personality of the centaur involved. (In most cases, the centaur will back their ass up into their rider once they've climbed off, let out a thick one against them, and claim that now they're even.)

Now we get to Part B, the one thing that occurred to me a while ago, but that I've never brought up until now. What happens when another KIND of taur farts around a centaur?

I present you with: the minotaur. The only animal hybrid whose guts are on par with a centaur's.

Minotaurs and centaurs aren't enemies, no way. But they ARE rivals. Think of it less like warring families or classes and more like... local sports teams, the kind that meet up in the park every so often and will take breaks from trying to beat each other to get drunk and have a nice time.

When a minotaur farts around a centaur, there's a 50/50 chance a centaur will either respond to it like a competition (especially if the minotaur was trying to start one) or in encouragement (the minotaur was finally letting out something that was bothering their stomachs all day; the centaur welcomes this and joins in too).

... welp, this got very long. Hopefully I've sufficiently answered your question!