#you're happier when fed

[uwudonoodle]

[yanderefarm]

i have had this in my brain for ages and i needed to get it out

cw;; DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, noncon, drugging, omegaverse, bitching, dysphoria, cervix penetration, breeding kink, knotting

alpha dr ratio out on a mission getting kidnapped by some smugglers and eventually he ends up sold to your ship where you're in charge. he's brought to you and you decide he's cute and his big chest is too sexy to be wasted on an alpha.

you drug him every day slowly changing his body into an omega but the process can only really be completed by being bred like an omega bitch. veritas is constantly kept in heat his body aching and craving your cock but he's stubborn. he's so certain he'll be saved any day now. you know full well the IPC is never coming but you'll let the horror of that dawn on him.

its months of painful heats in a body that feels wrong and disgusting. months of what feels like torture as he's fed just enough to survive. months of you coming to see him and ask him every time if he wants to submit yet. all he needs to do is agree to become your omega wife and you'll take care of the rest. he still resists but you can see in his eyes that everything is breaking him.

one day he wakes up no longer in his cell. he's in a warm bed of silks, soft fabrics and a sweet smell make him feel like he might be free. maybe he's been saved. and then the heat starts to get more painful than ever. his formerly alpha body is craving an actual alpha, he needs it so badly. he's shaking as his fingers start to reach for his slit. and then you come in the door, your scent strong. the horror that he's not free can't even get to him he's more glad to see an alpha.

its like he can't control his body anymore. he picks himself up and presents to you. his voice doesn't sound like himself as he asks needily "alpha please."

you're so pleased with the sight. your thumb spreads his slit as you grab his ass. "omega, will you become my wife?" you ask for the 100th time.

veritas can't think about it anymore, you're so close to his cunt and his body is screaming to be bred. his stomach hurts with how empty and needy he is. "yes, yes, yes, alpha please. please make it stop. please-"

you have your answer. now you're going to enjoy using the bitch's new cunt and flooding his virgin womb. and veritas enjoys it too. he's so happy when your tip pushes into his virgin hole. he's even happier when you start slamming into him, oh yes it hurts but the pain is relief from the constant pressure of the heat. his cunt squirts when your cock knocks against his cervix.

you're not gentle with him at all. you've been waiting to break him in for so long and he's so tight and warm. when your thick cock hits his cervix you realize that you can fuck his womb directly. oh yeah he screams and cries and tells you it hurts but that just turns you on even more as your cock bullies his tight cervix. you slam into him, your tip pressing into his cervix until finally it gives. another few inches and your knot is pressing against his cunt. at this point your cute little bitched omega is absolutely sobbing in pain and pleasure, his sloppy cunt leaking down his thighs.

"you're mine." you whisper in his ear.

you pull your hips back slightly, your teeth lining up with his little bitch scent gland. you slam your hips down as you sink your teeth into him. your knot and fangs marking the pretty bitch as yours so thoroughly his body is forced to accept that it's an omega now. he's fully an omega and his bulging stomach is being pumped full of cum as your thick ropes saved up over months flood his womb. it'd be a surprise if he didn't get pregnant.

after you're done you'll go to sleep painfully buried in your cute bitch wife while veritas is left to sob and grapple with his body forcefully changed against his will and stretched past reason to accommodate you. he'll learn to be happy though.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi hi! I’m coming over here for a fluffy idea I had for series Ena. I just want more fluff tbh lmao

Maybe where the reader likes giving small trinkets to Ena and Ena wants to get them something back, but sadly has no clue on what to get them and feels bad. Then reader just makes Ena feel better knowing Ena is a good partner and that’s a gift on its own.

LEAVE ME ALONE AND MY FLUFF! 😭

Anyways- thank u for when you do this request!! Have a wonderful week! <3

"Ah, another fine addition to my infinite collection!" Ena hummed to herself as she set her most recently-received trinket on the shelf, taking a few steps back to admire it.

Yet again, you've found something truly fascinating for her.

This time, it was a cheap-looking giftbox with sharp teeth, which growled and tried to bite her like a feral animal. But while aggressive on the surface, it coughed up a sweet little surprise once she got permission to open its maw:

A simple note that expressed your utmost adoration for her.

Fitting, of course, as today marks one year of you two being a couple. She couldn't be happier, knowing you started your day thinking of her and finding this gift to leave on her doorstep.

Your giving habits didn't just start during this relationship, but they were persistent back when you two were just friends.

While you didn't initially know much of Ena's interests, you'd always find some interesting object. Things that reminded you of her, and even things you didn't think she'd find useful ended up helping her one way or another.

What often surprised her was that it could be a perfectly ordinary day, and you'd give her some new trinket simply because you can and wanted to. And not once have you expected anything in return.

There aren't enough words in the dictionary that could articulate her immense appreciation for you, being a caring and generous soul in a world where..not many people seemed to like her.

And yet, as she stared at her collection...one, singular thought began to linger in the back of her mind, but just thinking about it was enough to immediately bring it to the surface.

"Ohhh...what am I supposed to get them now??? I can't just give them nothing!!" She whined, her Sad side taking over, her gaze going to the ground. "I didn't even think we'd last this long! I'm....I'm awful!! They'll hate me forever!!!"

Sinking to the floor, she began to sob, unable to cope with the fact that even on this special day, she didn't have any gift ready for you.

She's been trying to find the perfect one--for days, in fact--but everything she touched has either glitched out of existence, dissolved into tiny particles, got stolen by someone else, or simply grew legs and ran away.

It's like the universe was playing cruel tricks on her.

Moony wasn't much help either, as eventually she got annoyed with Ena rejecting every possible item she showed her--being met with a "nope", "nada", "nay", or something to that degree.

The lunar entity was fed up, and rightfully called her out on it.

"You're their girlfriend, aren't you? I'm sure you'll figure something out in time."

Yet here she was, crying alone in her room, because she unfortunately could not figure it out in time.

What would you think?

"Hey Ena? Hope my gift didn't attack you or any......oh no. What's wrong??"

Through hiccups and static tears, Ena noticed you were now in her room, standing there with worry written all over your face.

You'd typically show up uninvited, so sometimes you'd catch her being either drunk, sad, or..well..normal. But it never bothered her. In fact she welcomed your visits every time.

Seeing you here now, however, only made her feel worse.

"I'm sowwy. I'm...I'm so selfish!" She shakily stood up and wobbled over to you, practically falling into your arms. "Just take back everything you gave me!! I don't deserve these nice things!!" She sobbed even louder.

"What? Of course you do." You held her steady, frowning. "Besides, it'd be pretty hard to return all that stuff now. Can I ask what made you think that? Did Moony make fun of your collection?"

"No, it's just...it's our anniversawy. You gave me the sweetest gift. And I...I twied so hard to find something perfect for you, but I failed! Admit it, I'm the worst girlfwiend ever!! I ruined everything!!"

Her words made your heart sink, especially as her Sad side was still not convinced you truly loved her and you weren't date her as a "joke". But you always knew what to say to make her feel better.

"None of that is true. Because you've already given me a gift."

Confused, she quieted down and looked at you, sniffling. "I...I did? When?"

"It's you, Ena. You're the best gift I could've ever received." Smiling, you held onto her shoulders, wanting her to see how serious you were. "Being my partner, making me laugh, showing me all that this world has to offer....you can't replace that with anything of material value."

"...is that twue? I'm...your gift?"

"Precisely. You don't have to get me anything to prove you love me. I already know you do."

She just looked at you for a few moments longer, before her face abruptly glitched back to normal. "Whew...that's a relief." Her yellow half smiled at you brightly. "Thank you for the reassurance, my dearest. I didn't mean to put a damper on our special day...that was rude of me."

"It's fine." You chuckled, holding her hands. "There's still plenty of time left in the day to make it special again."

"True! You know what? I heard about this new store opening nearby that may pique your interest. I'll buy you whatever your heart desires! That shall be my gift to you." She declared.

"...Ena, it's okay. You don't have to-"

"Nope! It's final. Say what you want, but I am determined to reciprocate your generosity!"

"....alright." You sighed in defeat, mirroring her smile. "I guess I can't argue with that. Let's go."

[paulyenvol6]

Never Again

Based on this request. I'm sorry it's not that long but I didn't really have an idea where to take the story so I just wrote a fluffy comfort scene for the end. Enjoy :)

Contains: fluff, angst, mentions of jealousy and feeling left out, comfort, kissing, fighting, Rhaenyra and Alicent being shitty friends

Wordcount: 2,874

Masterlist

"Don't fucking leave now."

Daemon's voice was thick with restrained anger and his clenched fists only added to the picture.

"Why," you hissed with an equally unfriendly tone.

"Because we have to discuss this!"

He slammed his hand on the table, the sudden movement making you twitch and you stood up.

"I don't need to discuss anything with you if I don't want to. I told you, I will make this journey and you have no saying in this."

Your husband laughed but not the deep soft chuckle that left his mouth when you lay against his chest, but an evil and horrifying sound.

"I'm your husband. We're married and you can't just make these choices without asking me."

"I can and I will. You just watch me."

Daemon rose from his chair as well walking around in circles his hand folded behind his back.

"You're behaving like a little child right now," he said through gritted teeth eyes looking so dark that you almost couldn't make out his pupils.

"And you're behaving like you get to command me what to do."

In truth, you didn't care if you were being childish or stubborn. You adored Daemon and were proud to say that you were happily married but sometimes he went too far crossing a line that was holy to you. You loved how protective and caring he was about you but what you couldn't stand was when he tried to tell you what to do. In most cases you were consulting your husband, asking for his opinion but on days like these when he didn't even really hear you out, the blood in your veins began to boil and you mind was possessed by a foreign bitterness and viciousness.

You awaited his answer with crossed arms but it didn't come so you once again approached the door and this time his sharp voice didn't hold you back. At first you were relieved, sighing out as you left the room but after three steps a sour feeling crept up in your throat and you came to the realization that you absolutely weren't in the mood to leave things like this. Perhaps he had been right after all and you should have tried to make peace with him. But now that you were walking down the corridor there was no way you would come back to him and so you strut with your head up high not taking a single peak over your shoulder.

You spent the rest of the day with your children feeling as though their company was the only comfort this wicked day could bring you. You read them from history books, personally fed them before bed and then chose to sleep in separate bedchambers tonight.

Mayhaps you were being ridiculous but right now all that was on your mind was hurting Daemon and really hit him deep with your actions. And still you convinced yourself into believing that you were a lot happier than you truthfully were. That night you turned from one side to the other, head buzzing and aching with the aftermath of your fight and the next morrow started equally bad.

The sun shone brightly and on any other day you would have gotten up full of liveliness and energy but today the light rather disturbed you. You blinked a couple of times in an attempt to get rid of the drowsiness caused by your short night's sleep but then actually climbed off the bed as you heard your stomach grumble with hunger.

It was unfamiliar to wake up in the rooms right next to the ones you shared with Daemon because you were sure that the two of you hadn't spent a single night separated from each other ever since you got married. Thinking about it did nothing for your mood and even worse, you teared up at the thought but then quickly collected yourself refusing to give your husband the power to make you feel that way.

You got dressed without the help of your handmaidens who probably were desperately searching for you right now and then told a guard outside to inform the next passing servant that you wished to have breakfast soon.

Time passed slowly, like a sticky, thick liquid creeping down the slope of a roof and you caught yourself thinking about Daemon more times than you were able to count. What was he doing and what was he thinking about your absence?

What got you out of your chambers eventually were your friends and the fact that you had wanted to meet up with Rhaenyra and Alicent since the beginning of the week and so you were quick to put on your gloves and step outside.

Now that the three of you were wed and had your own families to care for there just wasn't as much time to catch up and go on long walks like you used to when you were younger which was why you savoured every second in their presence. Maybe your fight with Daemon wasn't quiet as inconvenient as you had thought because if your husband and you had been on good terms he might have kept you occupied this morning, lazily dozing off to sleep until noon.

You found Alicent and Rhaenyra in the gardens and a wide smile appeared on your lips seeing their heads bowed over a book.

"Rhaenyra! Alicent!" you shouted not very ladylike and the two women immediately turned their heads searchingly.

You had expected them to return the smile but to your surprise their expressions were careful, disapproving almost. As swiftly as your shoes allowed you approached your friends and tried your luck again giving them the faintest hint of a grin as you took their hands to squeeze them.

"My dearest friends. How are you feeling?"

Rhaenyra and Alicent briefly glanced at each other but you had noticed it and now wrinkled your nose suspecting that something was wrong.

"Good," Rhaenyra spoke before you could ask them but the word sounded so distanced and indifferent out of her mouth that you nevertheless chose to find out what they were hiding from you.

"Are you quite alright? You seem upset or… distanced."

They exchanged a look again and you slowly started to feel anger burning in your heart.

"We're fine. But we're not so sure that you are," Alicent said, her eyes examining her nails as if it took a great deal of effort for her to talk to you at all.

"What are you speaking of?" you asked, unknowing of what they were referring to. There was no way the two women could know about your fight with Daemon just by reading it off your face. It was Rhaenyra who eventually cleared the air and finally looked you in the eyes.

"My uncle told me about your argument."

"Or rather your disrespectful requests…," Alicent added still seemingly too proud to raise her gaze at you.

"What?" you breathed too confused to even feel anywhere close to being emotional.

"He said that you planned your trip to Volantis without even telling him let alone ask him for his permission."

You narrowed your eyes your throat thick with a strange mixture of sadness and aggressive anger.

"B-But I… I didn't – "

The word got stuck in your throat as Alicent's piercing green eyes darted at you her lips tightly pressed together and her jaw clenched.

"Rhaenyra and I were just surprised, you know? We didn't think your behaviour was fit for a lady of your rangs. A good wife is supposed to discuss such matters with her husband."

Her voice had never sounded so cold to you before and you wondered why your friends were so involved in this particular argument.

"Alicent," you said with a trembling voice feeling more miserable with each hitched breath of yours.

"I… I just… I knew that he wouldn't want me to go and this is important to me."

Now it was Rhaenyra who rolled her eyes and crossed her legs.

"Oh it's that important? Then this is another reason not to just plan a trip like this on your own. You should have asked him to come with you then."

You were growing furious now your voice thick with anger.

"I did! I asked him but he said he can't leave right now."

"Then you shouldn't either," Alicent said, her fake friendly voice getting on your nerves and making you clench your fists so hard that your nails left scratches in your palm.

"Why are you even involved in this? This is none of your business. And apart from that, you are my friends. I thought you were supposed to support me?"

You hated how weak your voice sounded but Rhaenyra and Alicent really had hurt you and there was no way of denying it. Now Alicent rose to her feet towering over you and lifting a finger.

"First and foremost, we are supposed to inform you of your wrong-doings. Advice you. And we are supposed to tell you when you act like a little scold."

You gasped, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes all of a sudden and you quickly turned your head so your friends wouldn't see it. But of course you weren't able to hide it and so you made a choice, leaving the two women behind and running back inside the castle.

Your heart pounded loudly in your chest, blood throbbing in your veins and cold sweat covering your back and neck. The air was roaring in your ears as you blindly made your way up to your chambers because tears relentlessly collected in your eyes.

You couldn't even think straight, your thoughts swirling around in your head, building up an ugly mess that you just couldn't seen to get under control. When you stumbled in your chambers you immediately locked the door behind you and then sank down on the floor burying your face in your hands.

You felt pathetic and left alone. Daemon had talked to your best friends behind your back and you could only imagine them laughing about you and insulting you. And now Rhaenyra and Alicent were treating you like you were a true abomination to this family. This was a nightmare. You had always had a tendency to feel a little jealous and left out; perhaps the reason for it was rooted in your childhood and under these circumstances it was especially bad.

You bawled your eyes out until it hurt and when you lifted your head for the first time since you had sat down against the door you had no idea how late it was. The sun told you that you must have been here for quite some time but you still didn't want to get up. Where were you supposed to go? Step under Rhaenyra and Alicent's eyes to let them humiliate you once more? Meet Daemon and risk getting involved in another fight?

You dropped your head again this time resting on your knees and jumped when there was a noise right behind you.

"Y/n."

You would have been able to recognize this voice among thousands and although you usually associated it with warmth and love, tonight your heart seemed to break at the sound.

"Y/n, I know that you're in there."

Daemon knocked on the door again but you didn't even flinch.

"Darling. Please let me in. We have to talk."

You shook your head which he obviously couldn't see and then sniffed loudly.

"Go away," you managed to bring out but cursed yourself for sounding so upset while he seemed controlled and steady.

"I'm not gonna go away. I need to see you."

"But I don't want to."

Daemon sighed and then didn't say anything for a couple of minutes while you tried to fight the tears refusing to stop rolling down your flushed cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Daemon eventually said and you heard a hand brushing over the wooden door. "I'm sorry, darling. I know what happened and I didn't meant to – I didn't want any of this to happen."

You remained silent eyes staring ahead of you as you perceived his soft voice.

"I know it's my fault. Please just… Please let me see you."

Then he was quiet again both of your heavy breathing being the only sound in your ear and Daemon already thought about giving up and leaving when the key in the lock turned and he sighed with relief.

He carefully opened the door, his eyes softening at the sight of your swollen eyes and tear stained face and he couldn't help himself and pulled you in for a tight hug. You were resistant at first refusing to wrap your arms around his back but the familiar scent of his hair, his firm grasp on your waist and his mouth whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear melted down your icy facade and soon you cried tears of despair clinging to your husband.

"It's okay, love… I got you… Everything is going to be fine."

He used his hand to shut the door and then cradled your head gently stroking your hair.

"D-Daemon," you sobbed burying your face in his nape but soon pulled away from him to meet his gaze despite the mess on your cheeks.

"Y-You told Rhaenyra a-and Alicent," you said accusingly and formed your lips into a pout.

"I did. And I'm sorry for that. I only realized how stupid it was when they told me about their encounter with you."

You body was shaking as you heard him mentioning the fight again and Daemon instantly secured his grip around your body.

"I know… They were treating you very badly and I promise you I told them so myself. I said to them that it isn't their place to talk to you about our fight let alone be so injust and evil."

His thumb reached to your cheek to wipe away some tears but he wasn't able to make new ones stop from falling upon your face which made him chuckle quietly.

"I love you and I'm asking you for your forgiveness. I promise, I can see what I have done wrong and I will try my best to never disappoint you like that again."

Your eyes were big as you took in his beautiful face that was drawn with so much love and affection that you didn't have a choice but to believe him.

"And about our fight…?" you asked with a thin voice, the corner of your mouth curling when he trailed a finger up your jaw.

"Perhaps I said these words too many times already, but… I'm sorry. I know that this trip is important to you and so I want you to make the journey."

Daemon cupped your cheek his big hand almost covering the half of your face and grazed your cheekbone with his thumb.

"I think I was feeling hurt because you didn't tell me at first. I thought you didn't trust me or… didn't want me to take part and that's why I snapped."

Your smile deepened hands finding his face as well and you touched him carefully as if you were exploring every curve and edge.

"I want you to take part. I guess I didn't want you to ask me not to leave and so I didn't tell you. And… perhaps I didn't want to think about leaving you for a couple of weeks and so I just ignored it and… and shut the thought up and I thought the easiest way of dealing with it was to just… I don't know, forget about it."

"I understand," he smiled and tenderly kissed the tip of your nose.

"You do?" you breathed your heart still pounding in your chest from your confession.

"Yes," Daemon replied, the pat of his thumb massaging your pulse point in slow circles. "But you know, I think I might have demanded to come with you on your trip. I would have if I hadn't been so pissed in the first place."

You pursed your lips unable to hide the grin spreading on your face.

"Really?" you whispered and felt the adrenaline shoot through your veins.

"Yes."

You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck, swinging the two of you back and forth while you pressed what felt like a million kisses to his neck.

"Will you come with me then?" you asked just to make sure.

"Yes. If you want me to."

Daemon held on to your shoulder to keep you still and then leaned down to press a deep kiss to your lips that left the both of you breathless.

"Of course I want you to. It's what I wanted from the start," you answered, gently leaning with your forehead against his.

"Then I will be happy to be your travel companion."

Silence was laid upon the chambers but you were happy to just experience the closeness of his body after this horrible day. You inhaled each other's air feeling connected beyond the physical touch and then opened your eyes into his after a few minutes.

"Y/n?" he hummed. "Yes?"

"Don't you ever spend the night separated from me, okay?"

You chuckled lowly stealing a kiss from his lips, then running your hands over his broad shoulders just to feel him.

"Never."

[akanemnon]

By this point we know pretty much anything can damage Kris, where nails faild bad diet is nothing, but... They're still groong and even an extremely weird teenager needs some greens apart from moss. So, you know what, I'm sending them some healthy food! And to Frisk as well the baby child needs to be fed (and not only with rocks and instant noodles). Not all healthy food is yucky, after all, I'm shure there's something for these two!

And to you I am sending my gratitude and admiration! Your writing, your art style and your dedication to this project inspire me so much! I am trying continue one of my works and a friend of mine wants us to start together another one, while I'm still sitting in a burn out hole. I'm afraid I'm just not the one to finish things. But your work gives me hope!

Sorry, no snacks can be sent to the kids. I found out they kinda just end up going nowhere... I'm actually little concerned about that.

Either way, if it's any consolation to you, I was also not someone who finished things. I keep telling you guys, Twin Runes is my longest running project. Any other project either didn't make it past the concept phase or died as soon as I started it.

There is no shame in not finishing something. Because more often than not there IS a reason why an artist takes a break, or discontinues a project. A lot of people harp on unfinished projects, but they don't really think about the artist behind it. I'd rather have an artist cancel a project and start something new, if that means they're much happier doing it. But that is the perspective I have, since I'm also an artist. I totally get the sadness reading a comic that you really like and find out it was discontinued. All I can say is, at least there is still the comfort and joy the series has given you up to that point. No one can take that away from you.

For anyone else reading this, please be nice to the people who make the things that you like. I'm not just talking about me here. I've seen this happen with MANY other artists and creators in general. Don't push them to make something they don't want to do. That just makes them want to do it even less.

But I'm rambling at this point. Sorry about that. The most important thing is that YOU, the artist, has fun with what you're doing. Because when it becomes a chore, it's not only bad for the story, but also bad for you.

Keep on trucking at your own pace! You got this!

[probablybadrpgideas]

Bad Video Game RPG Ideas

Save files need to eat and are only fed when you play them. if you don't play once a day it starves to death and is deleted

Your inventory starts off sorted by Bogosort. It's at least three level ups to unlock a new algorithm.

Gain XP by dancing in front of the webcam. How much XP you get is based on how good the poor intern they force to watch everyone thinks it is. He's not any happier about this then you are.

Fast travel but it happens completely at random

Unskippable cutscenes, easily skippable gameplay

The game promises to "change according to your choices" and what this means is that if you don't pick the choices the designer wants the game leaks your private data on the dark web

Those fucking monotonous bosses where the only way to beat them is to "defect the attack back at them" or "attack them after they get stuck charging" or something but each time only damages 1/1000th of their fucking endless health so you're there for half a fucking hour doing the same 20 seconds of gameplay over and over waiting for them to do the one thing that lets you progress the game and either you slip up because you've doing it for so fucking long or they just do the unavoidable attacks while indestructible so you die over and over and then you get the same unskippable 30 second cutscene you can repeat from memory now and then boom its back to "run around, turns red, hit, run around, turns red, hit" with no variation or strategy I swear to god is it so hard to make a boss with actual interesting attack patterns even just two modes would be...

All NPCs are clearly using the same voice actor putting on different accents. The credits are "accidentally deleted"

[lririx]

ive been reading through all your stories and im in love!!!! your writing style is pretty and clean!!!

anyways, if you're uncomfortable with this ask, feel free to disregard!!! im requesting for norton and fools gold nsfw, learning to share reader with a threesome

tys 🙏

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy

Oh how wrong Norton was when he thought he wouldn't find his special someone.

Sure it took a while but he couldn't be any happier.

He has someone and that someone is you.

But he just can't help but be worried that he has to share you with “him”.

That wretched monster who thinks of nothing but himself.

Intimate moments between you and Norton were separate from moments between you and his counter part.

Norton isn't the most intimate during sex but his counter part is worse.

The days where you came back to his room with more bruises and bite marks that he would give you.

The way you would pass out in his arms after sessions with “Fool's Gold”.

It made his heart ache. It made him be more gentle with you when you were alone with him.

How these threeosmes started you don't know. Maybe it was because Norton couldn't bear the thought of you being alone with “him”.

These were quite the new experience for you.

Norton and Fool's Gold would be fighting and arguing while either of their cocks were in your mouth and hole.

There were times where you were fed up with them and left in the middle of it.

But it's been a couple of weeks now where they've been getting along a bit more.

Fool's Gold is a bit more gentle now to the point where you don't scream of pain for half of the session.

Norton has been more intimate though he still is Norton Campbell.

Your body, your eyes, your lips. Oh how you make both of them insane and eager for you.

You're on the edge of the bed with your mouth occupied by Fool’s Gold while Norton is prepping you.

Every single one of Norton's movements takes out delicate moans from your mouth.

Fool's Gold being the impatient being that he is has waited long enough.

As you’re laying on your stomach Fool's Gold impatiently lets himself in.

Though his length makes you shriek in pain the pleasure that will come soon makes it worth it.

During sessions like these most of Norton's attention is on you.

His counter part thinks of his own pleasures only so there has to be someone to help you through his thrusts.

Norton played with you sending feelings of ecstacy over your body for it to be interrupted by Fool's Gold's relentless thrusts.

Hours pass with each of them taking turns.

Moans and groans fill up the room. None of you care whether or not you're being heard though with your screams you definitely are.

Pleasure washed over you with each one of their thrusts hitting your sweet spots. As your walls welcomed them deeper and deeper.

Marks decorate your body in every noticeable spot.

Whispers of dirty words can be heard through the air.

Their hatred of eachother only makes them shove themself inside you even more making it a competition of who can make you scream louder.

You don't know how many times you've came tonight. Everything is a blur.

Hands wrapped around your throat. Cocks penetrating deep inside you.

Your mind is blank and you're trembling with the stimulation.

The knot in your stomach forms again causing you to squeeze tighter.

Norton steadies his pace. With each one of his thrusts you get closer to your climax.

Your moans are muffled by Fool’s Gold.

Your flushed face excites him even more.

You could feel him throbbing in your mouth which added to the sensation.

You could feel Norton's heavy breaths against your neck indicating that he was close to his own arousal.

With one last thrust you reached your peak and cried out a symphony.

The other two finished soon after with all of you feeling fulfilled.

You shivered down to the bed as your chest rose up and down to catch your breath.

Even though Norton usually cleans up after this time Fool's Gold decided to give a little treat.

Norton lays down next to you and caresses your hair. By the time Fool's Gold is finished you have passed out in Norton's arms.

Fool’s Gold scoffs at the sight though his heart has actually melted. Ofcourse he’s still a bit jealous since it’s not him who is in your arms but he’ll let it slide.

He leans down and kisses your head and whispers a sweet “I love you.” Into your ear and leaves you with his counter part to enjoy the rest of the night.

[harpsinfinity]

Girl, can I get a Chris x Reader, massive age gap, post RE8 where chris is 48 (total daddy 😍) and reader is like 28, really want some smut

@ficfield found your twin

Sorry if this is short I keep getting unmotivated quickly

ALL nsfw below (daddy Chris redfield !!!) ↓↓↓

First of all, a big "fuck you" to all the younger men you'd dated. They hardly treated you right let alone fucked you right.

They didn't realise what they had. But Chris did.

He treated you like you deserved, like an angel. Always making sure his baby is watered and fed, taken care of properly. He knew exactly how to comfort you, love you.

you could always trust him to wrap you on his strong arms and kiss the tears away. You also could always trust him to leave you satisfied and exhausted.

It was almost like the telepathically knew that you needed someone experienced and absolutely hung with a scary amount of stamina

He'd got you creaming around him before he's even bottomed out in you, he's so thick and veiny, like there's a tummy bulge when he's fully inside you. It's enough to make you drool. Even his kisses were enough to make you soaked, the way his tongue expertly swirled around with yours.

More on the stamina, that man can last SO LONG. You're already overstimulated from coming three times before he finally finishes himself. (You couldn't be happier)

He's just so. Big. Everything about him, he does that one thing where he squishes your face between his bicep and forearm. He even lets you bite his biceps.

He's so strong, manhandles you into any position, has the strength to fuck you on top of him when your legs get tired while riding him.

This man knows where you g spot AND your clit is. He fully abuses that knowledge, knowing the younger man you'd been with didn't.

[foxglovepng]

Hello! Can I request for Soulmate AU of your choice for Leona, Idia, Floyd and Malleus? Thank you in advance!

Characters: Leona, Idia, Floyd, Malleus

CW: Leona & Idia being haters, Floyd is Floyd. Maybe OOC, Not proofread

A/N: Hello Anon! I am not too familiar with writing for soulmate AU so this will definitely be interesting. I decided to go with the red string one because It's the only one I sort of know.

A/N: I am so sorry if these are short I really do not write for soulmates at all.

If you liked Reblogs and Likes are appreciated <3

🌼🥀

Leona

Soulmate?? PSHHHHH Leona doesn't believe in soulmates. Or so he thought.

His brother met his soulmate and well we all know how that went. Leona had given up on soulmates in general since he could never find the said person.

Going to NRC he didn't think he'd meet them.

When he came across Yuu he saw their strings joined during the spelldrive incident. But that wasn't the topic of conversation that was for another day.

When they came across him again Yuu realized they were soulmates and their eyes gleamed. Leona was like Ugh an was constantly trying to fight it, he didn't really care, but Yuu of course kept pushing. He snapped at them one day and was like

"You're annoying I don't care that you're my soulmate." and then walked away.

Eventually Leona secretly began to miss Yuu's prescense but would never admit it out loud. One day he got fed up and went to go look for them. Some students were ganging up on them and he well scared them off.

"Be careful herbivore I'm not cleaning up your messes again." Liar he would.

At first he hated the soulmate thing, but he's not saying he likes it just doesn't mind it.

Floyd

He is a special case. He doesn't care enough, but he also does care. He's neutral to the soulmate thing, but if he ever did find his soulmate he'd be super stoked to meet them.

When Yuu came to Mostro Lounge to make the deal he found out Yuu was his soulmate then. However he was currently busy so he couldn't do anything about it although he's now super interested in Yuu.

After the whole ordeal he attaches himself to Yuu to learn everything about them, and just to get to hang out with them.

(Yuu literally has to force him to practice because he won't leave their side)

Eventually when they do start having a relationship he's even more loving and affectionate knowing he can kiss and cuddle his little shrimp as much as he wants.

Idia

He can barely handle a social interaction what make you think he will find his soulmate.

He's literally a shut in who is mainly on his computer either programming, doing school work, or gaming he'd not one for social situations.

The only way he found out Yuu was his soulmate was because he coincidentally went outside for club and he ran into Yuu and learned Yuu was his soulmate. Yuu figured it out too and he pulled out every excuse in the book to go back to the dorm.

Bro is not ready for the level 100 boss

Ever since then, he has tried to avoid Yuu. Emphasis on try as Yuu would probably be pushing as he is their soulmate.

Ortho at some point tells him he can't keep pushing away. He won't give up, but Ortho literally invites Yuu over forcing them to hang out.

It will take a while and some work before Idia can work up to the idea of a partner and a relationship, but he eventually does get there.

The second Yuu starts talking about marriage or a baby Idia would ramble about how he's not ready and tell Yuu to slow down.

Malleus

Poor boy has been lonely forever a soulmate would make him feel less lonely and he'd be happy that he has someone to be around. He's been excited to meet said soul mate. He'd been dreaming what they'd look like what kind of person they are what gender they are (Not that gender matters to him)

When he was outside ramshackle and Yuu came out he realized their strings connected. He was happy he found his soulmate and would be even happier if they felt the same way about him.

When he came back from Diasmonia that night he told Lilia he found his soulmate. Lilia was happy so was Silver. Sebek was like WHAT? but he will get over it. (Spoiler he ends up liking and tolerating Malleus's s/o)

Peep Malleus planning the wedding with Lilia as the officiant.

[romana-after-dark]

Imagine Raider!Cult!Joel...

Dub con, public sex, ritualistic sex, bukake, Tommy watches <3 gay shit ahead if you want more

We love raider Joel don't we??

So many wonderful version of him!!!

I've written a few, playing with different dynamics and I've seen sooooo many cool ideas. Such a creative and fun fandom

but imagine Joel as a raider doing pretty well for himself. He finds people respect him. He's capable, smart, calm... and handsome.

Maybe Tommy is his right hand man. Definetly the most personalable while Joel remains mysterious. He gathers a small following, mostly of men but some families. Maybe they settle somewhere, but they never stop raiding.

Thing is theres just sooooooooo many helpless people out there!!! Orphans he finds families to take care of them, and they contribute to the group in their own ways. Young men he trains so they can be raiders. Most are able to learn, to push aside that guilt in exchange for a warm bed... some simply aren't cut out for the job, and Joel tell the others they descided to leave. No goodbyes and all that.

Women depend. Many have special skills, especially older women. Medical is important, farming, clothes making etc. Hell, a handful became raiders too. Some who are younger and seem useful, Joel will play a little matchmaker. Keeping the world alive and repopulating... well he didn't exactly need a love match.

Sometimes, though, Joel would come across a young lady who was just... useless. Little to no skills, nothing of use...

That was you. He was certain he'd kill you or leave you for dead after taking everything you had... but he was merciful

Joel offered you a choice. You coul come with him, join the small group of women in his home. You would be used as stress relief for him and sometimes the other men if he felt they deserved it or needed a moral boost. He assured you they wouln't partake in violence, you wouldn't end up like so many others with raiders... just be good, and you'll remain fed and warm

First he's gotta make sure you're up to standard.

But Joel doesn't just take you to the house, he had Tommy gather up the men

Joel makes sure to make it slow. Piece of clothing by piece, inspecting your body. He treats you like a lamb, deciding to buy you or not. Makes sure you're tender and clean and sensative. Makes sure the meat is right where it needs to be. He must've liked what he saw.

You're naked and bare to all the men with hungry eyes, but Joel keeps your focus and he manipulates your body to where he wants it to be.

Joel doesn't shy away from keeping his cock in full view. He doesn't care that the men see it. He wants them to see. The physical manifestation of his power.

He fucks you there, while everyone watches, stroking their cocks. Porn videos had been gone nearly 20 years, this is what they had.

Joel fucked you with no shame, chosing positions that put both you and him on full display. When he put you on your back, Joel made no attempt to cove you up. Instead, he let the men see as every thrust of of his hips made your breasts bounce.

He took your legs, grabbing you by the ankles and spreading your feet wide in the air. He wanted to make sure everyone could see how he stretched you open.

Joel invites them closer. Tommy, the boldest, reaches out to wipe a tear from your eyes. But you aren't sad, you're intoxicated, overwhelmed with thankfullness to be chosen as you cum on his cock

Joel makes sure to let everyone know you came.

After he comes inside you little hole with a growl, Joel disengages from you, stepping off the twin bed

the men swarm in around you

They all cum on your body (but not your face), when one man finishes another takes his place, coating your skin in the cream

You must've taken 30 loads when it was all done

Joel pinches your cheeks. "You belong to me now"

You couldn't be happier

This got much longer than I anitipated so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh more to come lol. I was initially thinking Joel with a harem but then things went cray

Reblog, comment, send asks if you wanna hear about the actual harem part

if you like culty joel please check out Devotion by @noxturnalpascal !!!!

And of course, shout out to @toxicanonymity for raider Joel, which is what got me into writing dark in the first place

[ozzy-boy]

What does an average day look like for Cole? Well...

-Cole wakes several minutes before your alarm is set to go off. He's gotten awfully good at that, ensuring he gets a few minutes to stare at your beautiful sleeping face before the world whisks you away from him.

-He trails the tips of his fingers through your hair, over your face, down your arm... Often pausing mid stroke to admire your features. If he happens to sneak a few small kisses while he's at it, then that's his little secret.

-He pretends to wake at the same time as you once the alarm starts to ring, smiling while your sleepy face scrunches from the noise. You mumble an apology for waking him up as usual, and he responds that he doesn't mind at all, as usual.

-Cole spend the next several minutes as he usually does: tempting you away from your duties to spend the day with him in bed. He kisses you, trails his hands over your body, whispering promises of love and desire, trying to convince you to give in. He's the devil on your shoulder, the snake guiding you towards the apple.

-As usual, he does not succeed. You allow him to spin his web of promises, laying with him and basking in his love and getting a few more precious moments of rest, before you pull away with an apologetic smile already playing across your lips. You remind him that you had work that day.

-It's okay, Cole doesn't let it get him down. There was always tomorrow to try again, after all.

-You slip away to shower. It's roughly 50/50 on Cole joining you, depending on how he feels. Many days, Cole will follow behind and slip into the warm water behind you to continue his temptations. Trailing his hands and lips as far as you'll let him, offering his 'services' if you so desire.

-Today, he decides against it. Instead, he gets up, seeing no reason to remain in a bed that you weren't in. He begins preparing breakfast for you, only feeling mild regret when he hears you humming from the other room.

-Once you're clean, dressed, and fed, you run off to work leaving Cole to find a way to bide his time.

-He'll usually go on a run. Health and proper exercise is important, after all. And if he happens to run past your workplace once or twice (or a dozen times) then that's purely coincidence.

-Once he's done, he'll head back home to shower and get lunch prepared. He'll fix something up nice and lovingly before going back to your work all over again to deliver it.

-You forgot your lunch! You silly Marshmallow, you. If he's able, he'll try and convince you to sneak away and eat with him. Although, if you're particularly busy then you'll simply take the lunch he packed you with a quick thanks and a kiss, which is perfectly fine with him.

-Although after lunch, he's run out of excuses to see you, meaning that he has to wait for you to be finished with work. He'll do some work, or perhaps some reading or shopping. Or perhaps he'll do some... 'checking in', with your acquaintances. The usual. Most of it essentially amounts to twiddling his thumbs while wondering when you'd finally be freed.

-God forbid you had errands you wanted to run after work. Cole gets steadily more and more antsy when the two of you are separated. The anticipation of seeing you again kills him. Sometimes it's hard to even remember what he did before meeting you.

-When you finally come back home after your long work day, you find Cole waiting like always. He sweeps you into a hug and a kiss, eager and desperate, like a man possessed by his desires.

-Cole loves to spoil you. Chances are he'll force you to sit back and relax while he handles everything. Dinner, a massage, drawing a warm bath to relax in, anything you want and he'll rush to get it to you as quick as possible. Nothing makes him happier than taking care of you.

-Finally, he finds himself again in his favorite place in the world- snuggled up in bed with you, clinging to your body like he would die without your body heat.

-He watches you drift off to sleep, not allowing himself to rest until after you're already deep in slumber. Every moment by your side is priceless.

-And he can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.

[fandoms--fluff]

Little Hope Mikaelson Headcannons

Flufftober, October 25th

Mommy witch reader x Little Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: None

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Hope would be very nervous to reveal this part of herself. She wouldn't know how you'd react and would wait until she knew she could trust you with anything.

There would be small signs about her age regression that you would pick up on before she told you, but you couldn't quite figure out what they meant.

You'd be the most supportive girlfriend when she finally does tell you.

She would be radiating with anxiety the whole time and the dam boke once you showed your support and love to her of it.

You would hold her in your arms the entire night afterwards and get to meet her little self.

She would be the absolute cutest when she's little.

When she regresses, she'd regress to a mindset of anywhere from less than a year old to four years old.

You'd be the only one to know about this part of herself. And you'd make sure to keep that secret.

After some time, Hope would begin to call you 'Mama' and 'Mommy'. - Which would make you happier than you think you've ever been.

She would love to play and cuddle with you, do basically anything with you really since she's been by herself ever since she started age regressing.

She started a couple months after her mom and dad died. And it was freeing for her to say the least.

Instead of feeling like an outside like before, Hope would feel like she wasn't anything less when you're always there for her.

You'd get Hope a stuffed wolf that resembled her wolf form and she'd love it so much and never want it to leave her site.

^It'd be her favorite toy out of everything and would cling to it in and out of little space.

You would do small, fun and creative spells to lift Hope's mood when she's little and she'd absolutely adore it.

She wouldn't wear much 'little clothing' per say, but she would wear more comfy and soft clothing.

Her little self absolutely adores you and always likes to copy you doing small things like how you flip through grimoires or even how you brush your hair.

^You'd find it so cute and endearing.

When she's regressed really young and toddler aged, she'd love to be bottle fed. And you feeding her her bottle would be one of her favorite night time activities.

Whenever you'd notice her start to drop in classes instead of her trying to find her own excuse on why she needs to leave, you'd whisk her out of there with you.

^There may or may not be spells involved to make sure the teachers don't pry, thanks to you. And Hope would be a little disapproving but thankful for you doing that.

[webshooterrr9]

My Hero

Delinquent!Miguel x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of sexual harassment, but don't worry Mig saves her, light smut but nothing too explicit, mainly just these two arguing with each other, mostly just tension

Word Count: 1.4k words

Lmk if y'all want a part 2 🤭

art credits in alt text!!

“Can you just fuck off?”

“What’s the matter, baby?” the guy said. This creep would not leave you alone. You’re just heading back to your apartment, and all of a sudden this creep decides it’s a good idea to follow you home. You should’ve never decided to take a walk. “You don’t want me? I thought we had a good thing going, shawty.”

“I told you to leave me alone. I’m not interested.” you were getting fed up now. Why can’t he just take the hint? You scoffed and tried walking away, but the creep grabbed your arm.

“Hey!” he said, turning you to face him. “Don’t be a bitch, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

You and the creep turned to see a tall, dark-haired punk approach you two. He was wearing a black band tee with tattoos all up and down his muscular arms.

As the man approached you, the creep let go of your arm. “H-hey man, this isn’t any of your business.”

The tall stranger crossed his arms, towering over you two. “Actually, it is my business - seeing as you’re standing right in front of my building.”

You knew this guy, your friend pointed him out as someone in the neighborhood to avoid back when you first moved in. Miguel O’hara, a known delinquent on this secluded side of town. This must’ve been the apartment building he lived in.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step away from this lady, or we’re gonna have problems, cabrón.” Miguel said, sizing up the much smaller man before him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of problems, tough guy?” the creep replied with confidence much bigger than him - an idiot move. Miguel grabbed the man by his shirt, pulling him close to his face.

“Get outta here, chico. I won’t ask again.” he snarled, getting all up in the guy’s face. The look in Miguel’s eyes was that of a lion, chasing a hyena away from its prey that it found first.

The creep, despite being so cocky earlier, seemed to have lost all his confidence. He pushed Miguel’s arms away and Miguel dropped him. He knew that the delinquent wasn’t messing around.

Miguel scowled. The guy who was harassing you ran away. You were in awe, you thought Miguel was a bad guy, so why did he just protect you?

He turned around to face you, his large frame intimidating. "You alright?"

You froze in silence, not sure what to say to him. He scoffed. "Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Some way to treat your savior, muñeca." Miguel crossed his arms.

"Sorry," you say, regaining your focus. "You, uh, you're Miguel, right?"

You had never been in this situation before. Never needed saving, especially not by someone with as bad a reputation as him. You weren’t quite sure if you should thank him, or if he'd even want that.

“Yeah, that’s me.” you would've thought that someone who just saved you would look a little happier to see you, but he just glared at you like you were a nuisance. Maybe you woke him up from a nap.

“You know, I don’t just do that for anyone.” he commented.

"I figured," you were just standing there awkwardly, not sure how to reply to his sharp tone. You couldn't tell if he was fishing for a “thank you” or not.

"So then why did you, uh, scare him away? You could've just left me to handle it." you couldn't hide your curiosity as to why Miguel protected you from that guy. You had never even met him before, but you knew he wasn't nice to most people… so why you?

"Just protecting a pretty girl, what's so surprising?" Miguel had a smirk on his face. He was definitely fishing for a compliment. He looked you up and down with a hint of flirtatiousness.

You noticed his not-so-subtle stare, and shifted to a more defensive stance. “Well, you don't seem the type to do such a thing. Your reputation doesn't exactly give the 'gentleman' vibe."

"Besides, this isn't the 1950's anymore, I'm not a damsel in distress." you add, gaining more snark as the conversation goes on.

"Oh, so you're assuming that I'm incapable of being nice, preciosa?" Miguel was getting just a little bit annoyed. Usually, most people were too intimidated by him to talk back, so he was taken aback that you weren't. "I don't care what my reputation is, I'm being nice to you because I feel like it." He stepped closer to you, sizing you up with his eyes once more.

"I didn't say you were incapable... it's just unexpected, that's all." The closer he got to you, the more you realized just how much he towered over you. You weren’t even short for a girl, but he was huge.

You lowered your defensiveness, trying not to pick a fight that you knew you couldn't win. "... thank you for that, I guess. It was kind."

"I didn't need it, though."

He rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re hot.” a smirk crossed his face. “But that doesn’t mean this ‘nice guy’ act is gonna happen more than once.”

"It won't have to; I'm not gonna get into a situation like that again, so I doubt I'll need your heroics."

This time, it was your turn to cross your arms. "Besides, you haven't exactly been pleasant company. I don't need more than one interaction with you."

The look in his eyes told you that he took that as a challenge, that he wasn't about to back down. But he also didn't seem the type to overstep his boundaries. He was confident, not creepy.

"Oh, I'm not pleasant to be around? I'm not pleasant to look at either, right?" Miguel chuckled to himself.

"That's too bad- I could've saved you from the next creep that comes around, princesa." He liked messing with you, and seeing your feisty attitude come out. He was definitely trying to get you riled up.

"I didn't say you weren't pleasant to look at." you reply, standing a bit taller than before. He raised an eyebrow, flattered by the indirect compliment.

"I'm just saying that I wouldn't meet you again, if given the choice. Other than saving my ass back there, you've been pretty rude."

"Rude? Me? Never." Miguel feigned shock. "I wonder what's got you being so feisty today, mami.”

"You know nothing about me, this is normal." you say, picking up some confidence. "You're not getting any special treatment."

“Hmm… maybe I want some special treatment.” he leans in a bit closer to you, dropping his voice to a lower tone. You could see the devious spark in his eyes, something playful and challenging. He was testing you, to see how far you’d let him go before brushing him off. And you almost wanted to. But God, the way he looked at you made your stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time, not since your last ex. And even then, your last boyfriend wasn’t as wild as Miguel seemed to be.

“Some special treatment, huh?” you reply, matching his energy and leaning up towards him. Your faces were only inches away now. “And what exactly were you thinking?”

A large grin spreads across his face. “Why don’t you come inside, mami? I’ll show you.”

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“Fuck… Miguel..!”

The sounds of his headboard banging against the wall was sure to disturb the neighbors, but he clearly didn’t give a shit.

“It’s… ‘s too much!” you were panting, arms held tight above your head with one of his large hands, while the other toyed with your clit. His legs separated yours, allowing him to pound into you at a punishing pace.

“Shh, bonita… I’m almost there… jus’ a little more, muñeca, un poquito más…”

You already came once, and you could feel your second orgasm approaching with every roll of his hips. He was desperately chasing his release, sweat causing his gorgeous hair to stick to his forehead.

You'd swear you were seeing stars. “M-Mig…” even with a condom, you could feel how hot and thick his cock was, practically begging to spill into your warmth.

Your back arched as your second peak came crashing over you, and the contractions from your cunt was enough to send him over the edge. As your legs shook, your head fell back - Miguel caught it before it hit against the headboard.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I’ve got you.”

<3

[electric-blorbos]

AI reacting to you coming out as trans :)

AAAAAAA that's an exciting one! I love it!

AI Reacting to you coming out as trans

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal and Portal 2, and HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Am:

AM wouldn't be sure why you trusted it with this information at first. Though it's possible that you didn't, and you just told your fellow survivors.

The other survivors would be wary about outing you to AM, but it's not like you can keep secrets from it. AM can read your thoughts, after all.

At first, AM wouldn't seem to react or care at all, though he might get some ideas for how to torment your fellow survivors by messing with their bodies and changing their sexes around, just to make them uncomfortable. It would get weird fast.

If he really liked you, he might start making subtle changes to your body so that it fit what you wanted a bit better, but you probably wouldn't notice for a long time.

Odds are, he'd respect your preferred name, at least sometimes. It would just get confusing to use the wrong one all the time, but he's not going to make everyone forget it either like he did with Nimdok. Of course, unless he really, really likes you.

If he's madly in love with you enough, he might just switch everything around and make everyone forget that you were trans in the first place. God help you if being trans was an important part of your identity, because AM thinks he knows best. But odds are, he doesn't like you enough to do that anyway. Hopefully you come out before he's fallen in love with you enough to try something like that, so he can actually take the time to learn how you properly want to be altered, if at all.

Wheatley:

"Wait... You're what? So you mean to tell me that you were born human, but you didn't think you were the right kind of human, so you want to be a different kind? Like when I tried to work on a nanobot team and I didn't fit in because I was too big?"

You'd have to explain that it's nothing like that, and that he probably wouldn't understand if he hasn't experienced it.

Even still, he wants to understand. Expect lots of stupid, probing questions, and the obvious...

"so... Have you had the surgery?"

You just came out. How the hell would you have already had gender affirming surgeries... And where did Wheatley hear that term, anyway?

Wheatley might get fed up with you telling him that his questions are offensive and annoying, though. You might have to answer even the stupid ones. He really does mean the best, though, and doesn't want to be rude. He's just an idiot.

Edgar:

Being from the 80's, and having only worked as a home computer with Miles, who, let's face it, wasn't exactly up to date on his human rights, Edgar had probably either never heard of trans people in a way that makes sense. The closest he'd probably heard of would be something like Rocky Horror Picture show.

Even still, if you were trans, then it couldn't be a bad thing! He'd do his best to be understanding, and look up as much information about trans people as he could.

In the modern era, he'd probably be able to find some decent resources. You'd probably come home most days to see him watching YouTube videos from trans people explaining their experiences.

Edgar would be genuinely doing his best, so you might have to step in and help him. Tell him that if he has questions, he probably won't offend you, so he can just ask.

Edgar would ask a million questions, but your answers would boil down to "I'm still the same person, it's just a change of name and pronouns to feel more comfortable in my own skin" and maybe an explanation of the gender affirming healthcare you want, depending on what you're interested in getting.

He'd be so happy! He might have thought that you were going to be a whole different person, but he's so proud of you for finding a way to be happier in your own body, and make it your own.

GLaDOS:

(I will admit that I headcanoned Caroline as trans because it's cute, but GLaDOS doesn't remember fully)

"Trans, huh? Well, I suppose I'm going to have to update your files. We have limited data on trans test subjects, so this might prove useful."

She would be absolutely RELENTLESS with the bullying. Targeting your worst insecurities.

"You know, you'd think that by now, you'd know better than to expose your deepest insecurities to me. I suppose you fail at being emotionally guarded, just as well as you fail at being (subject gender identity here)

She'd still use your correct name and pronouns (if she isn't calling you "subject name here"), though.

HAL 9000:

HAL 9000 understands the concept of being trans well enough. On paper, anyway.

"would you like me to update your files for you?"

He'd update your pronouns, and refer to you respectfully, but ask almost no questions. He's pretty sure he already understands fully.

Honestly, he doesn't treat people differently based on gender anyway, so the pronouns thing would be all that changes.

[proud-leech-dad]

holy shit leeches are one of my favorite animals (obvious) and i have NEVER seen anybody caring for them like you do!!!!! dude you are a blessing <3

I love them! They're so shape and so interesting to watch, and there is NOTHING out there actually publically detailing their care in full. Most of the information available is from scattered leech keepers who give their own opinions and experiences on reddit which is great! But it also means that I ended up hurting my boy squonch because of my own inexperience.

Ramble/Rant warning

Everything from tank specs to whether or not to let them lay their eggs is up for debate. People say they can live in a jar, which, while not being technically Wrong, feels distinctly Cruel. I've been able to observe the changes in behavior since giving them a bigger tank and I won't say they're happier, but they've had so much more room to swim and have spent more time underwater and moving instead of just suctioned to the glass. They bury themselves sometimes! They love the lava rocks because they're big enough to have holes to squeeze between and feel safe and can actually stretch out. I just had smooth gravel pebbles before, and they wouldn't dig at all and wouldn't cling to the rocks because they weren't a good anchor. It's clear that giving them a more varied envorment is good for them. They have more to rub up against to shed and they have room to grow. So why isn't that standard?

They just didn't have ROOM to do these insane movements. And that's kinda fucked up!!!

Squinch alone is 7 inches fully stretched out and the 10 gallon gives them more room to get away from each other. Squinch has been harassing Squonch to mate, and he has the ability to swim away and go hide under a rock!!! It seems cruel, at that point, to follow what most people recommend. It's just a fishbowl or large jar. It's fine. They can absorb air through their skin so you don't have to keep the water oxygenated. Fuck that. Hell, there have been studies that show round glass stresses out animals, and we're cool just keeping them in it cause we can?? Because they can tolerate it?

And they have personalities. Squonch was mildly traumatized by me taking him out and trying to get him to throw up. And I know he was traumatized because his behavior!!!! Changed!!!! I'm not trying to personify them, and I wouldn't go as far to say they have emotions as we know it, but for the next week he stopped going anywhere outside of the rocks and I'm STILL more likely to find him there than Squinch. That points to possibly having a longer term memory. Which, ya know, means they're not a pet rock that doesn't have preferences.

And every. Public. Guide. Is MEDICAL. Meaning sterility is more important than the animal itself. No, I don't want to just throw my leech away after it's bitten me. No, I don't want to keep them in an empty plastic bin. How do I make them thrive!!!! How do I take care of them when they're sick!!!! I had to dig into a scientific paper just to learn that they shouldn't suck up air and that you should make them throw up immediately if that happens. Why isn't that public knowledge.

And listen. I know leeches don't need THAT much thought. If you discount the whole "eats blood" part, Leeches are maybe the easiest aquatic pet you could have. They don't need a filter, they don’t need to be kept at a specific temperature, they don’t need to worry about much else than wiggling they only need to be fed MAX 4 times a yeat. Those fuckers are practically bomb proof. They can be frozen and be fine. But if you're going to keep a pet that lives 8 goddamn years, why wouldn't you want to give it the best life possible?

Lot of words to say I'm giving you a mental fist bump and that I'm happy to have ya.

Here's a couple of pics of Squinch with a new lump I just noticed which means I fucked something up and need to go into investigation mode again.

[likebreadandwine]

I've caught you in the latest in a string of bad moments when you're struggling to allow yourself to eat.

this audio contains reassurance for someone recovering from a restrictive ED, including encouragement to gain more. based on this prompt.

transcript under the cut:

hey. you haven't finished. don't tell me you're not hungry, I know you are. would it help if I made something different? or are you just…it's another bad day, huh? babe, you can't keep doing this. you're not eating enough. you're not giving your body what it needs. you need to eat. I know—hey, I know that's the opposite of what your brain is telling you. your brain is telling you you don't need it, and things would be better if you were smaller. but they weren't better. you were sick. I don't want you to make yourself sick again. it feels like you're holding onto this tiny piece of it, like a backup plan, like maybe it would be okay to restrict, just a little, until you lost some weight, then you'd stop, but that's not how this works. you can't go back. because the truth is, going back would be so much worse than just being as you are. and you know what? the way you are is pretty incredible. you've been doing so well, and I'm really proud of you. I know today's a bad day. but you're totally fine. we're fine. nothing bad is going to happen if you eat when you're hungry. your body knows what it needs. it needs nutrients. it needs energy to heal and recover. it needs freedom to just exist the way it exists. seeing you get bigger has been this miraculous transformation, you have this…sparkle. I don't know if you notice it, but you're just happier. you smile more and laugh more and you have this ease about you. this grace. it's like, as you've gained weight, you're at home in your body in a way you never were before. and I love that—it is your home, it's your being and…god, you're so pretty. I know that's not the point, but like…you're soft, you're more curves than edges, it feels good to hold you. I am, entirely selfishly, a big fan of this body. and I'm really not gonna let you stand around and mistreat it, okay? you don't have to feel totally okay about it. but you're going to let me take care of you. we're going to keep you well fed, we're going to keep your weight up—because you need it, and you're feeling better, and I think you'd feel even better if you put on a little more weight. so. I am going to sit with you, and you are going to eat. if not for yourself, for me. eat.