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objects in the mirror | j. togame

✮ tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+

✮ wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)

✮ a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.

go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.

✮ synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.

"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"

"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."

Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.

"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"

"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."

"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.

"I wouldn't say that. A little silly but—"

"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.

"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."

"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."

He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"

Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."

He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."

You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."

"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.

"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."

"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"

You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."

"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"

You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."

He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.

"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."

"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."

Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.

"Have you not? Like... ever?"

"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."

Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.

He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?

"Oh, it's—" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"

"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.

"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."

"How much?"

"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"

"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"

You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."

"Lemme see,"

"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."

You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.

He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.

You wonder if this is weird.

It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...

Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.

Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.

"It's cute."

"Huh?"

"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."

You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."

Another pause. Brief but not.

"Do you want help using it?"

"Wha—"

"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"

Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.

"...In what way?"

Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."

...Huh?

"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"

"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.

You stop to consider the question then shake your head.

"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"

"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"

You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.

You frown a little deeper.

"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.

"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."

"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."

"Does that do anything for you?"

He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."

You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."

"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"

You shake your head.

"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."

He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."

Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.

"Lay down. Get comfortable."

You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.

Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.

He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.

"What was that for?"

"Breaking the ice."

You mumble. "Oh..."

Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."

"Huh? No I'm not,"

He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.

Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.

But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.

Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.

"How do you normally do this?"

You blink and look up.

"Do what?"

"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"

"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."

"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"

He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.

"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."

His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.

"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"

You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"

He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."

You look at him expectantly.

"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."

"How...?"

"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."

"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.

"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."

"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."

He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."

Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.

The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're reminded—

If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.

When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.

You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.

He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.

(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)

Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.

Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.

"Does that feel good?"

It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.

"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."

He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."

An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.

"Do you feel a little warmed up?"

His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."

"From kissing?"

You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.

Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.

A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.

"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"

"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."

"Makes sense,"

He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.

"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"

"A sports bra."

"Right."

He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.

"Stop looking so hard."

He brushes past that. "They're nice."

"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.

"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"

"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."

"Why's that?"

You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."

He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.

Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.

He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.

Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.

You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."

You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?

He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.

But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.

You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.

"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"

He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.

"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"

You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.

Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.

You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.

Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?

"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.

"You think you're worked up enough for it?"

You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."

"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck yourself with something,."

The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."

"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."

You sniff. "Okay."

He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.

Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.

You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.

"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.

"Uh-huh."

"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"It does right? Go ahead and start."

You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.

You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.

"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."

You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.

"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."

"But—"

"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"

Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.

"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"

"Don't point it out, aah,"

"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.

"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."

"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"

He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.

Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.

"Kame—"

"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"

"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"

He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.

"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."

You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.

You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.

"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.

"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."

"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.

"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."

Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.

A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.

"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.

"Take your fingers out and show them to me."

Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.

"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."

Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.

"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"

You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.

Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.

The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.

He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.

The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.

You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.

"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."

"Turning it on, baby. Easy."

The word baby makes your body melt.

A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.

Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.

You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.

You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.

Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.

You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.

"G-gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."

He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.

"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"

The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.

Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.

You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.

"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—feels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."

Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.

"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'll—"

"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"

On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.

"Fuck!"

You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.

Your legs are twitching.

Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.

"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.

Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.

"You were so sexy like that."

You blink at him, face flushed.

"Sexy?"

"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually more—"

You put a hand over his mouth.

"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"

He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."

"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"

He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"

You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."

"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."

"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."

Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.

"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"

"Uhm, yeah? I figured."

"Don't go around getting help from anyone."

You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."

He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."

You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.

"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"

Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."

He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.

"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."

"Is that what you really want?"

You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.

"More than anything,"

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zepskies · 3 months ago

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HEADCANON: Doctor's Appointment

HC: How would Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw react when you try to take him to the doctor?

Pairings: Dean x Reader || Beau x Reader || Soldier Boy x Reader || Russell x Reader

AN: This one is a request from my lovely friend @spnbabe67 over on Patreon! 💜

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, literal man children, medical stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, hints of spice, fluffff

Dean Winchester

"I'm fine."

Ah yes, the same two growly words you've heard for an hour already.

"You're not fine," you testily reply. "You're not even 'Winchester fine.' You wanna know how I know? I'm driving the damn car right now!"

Dean shoots you a warning look.

One, you can tell he wants to say watch it on how you talk about his Baby.

Two, he doesn't want to admit that you're right.

He shifts in his seat with his arms crossed, trying to cover up a wince. It's the only tell that he's uncomfortable, even in pain, other than the fact that you've managed to hijack his car and take him to this damn doctor's appointment.

Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's been in a doctor's office for a genuine ailment, and not just trying to fish for information while impersonating some form of law enforcement.

That's because he's more of a "pour some whiskey on it," patch it up, and forget about it kinda guy.

And if we're talking about hospital stays, then that's usually a "one step away from death's door" kind of visit.

But when you first noticed something was off with Dean (confirming with Sam on the side of your suspicions), you did your damnedest to convince the man that he should see a doctor.

You even make the appointment for him as convenient as possible, around midday, so he doesn't have the excuse of it being too early to disturb his morning, or too late to mess up his afternoon.

Dean is a grumbly grizzly bear who only rolls his eyes in the waiting room when you offer him the clipboard to fill out his medical history.

"This is stupid," he says. "It’s probably just gonna clear up in a week or so anyway."

"You don't know that," you say. And you heave a sigh. Sometimes this man requires every last ounce of your ever-thinning patience.

You reclaim the clipboard and do this part for him too, filling out his fake-ass insurance information with his fake-ass name.

You detail his history and current symptoms to the best of your ability, and you make sure to jot down certain visits to free clinics in his past that he'd probably gloss over.

When the nurse opens the door and calls him back to see the doctor, Dean still glances over at you, mostly annoyed. But underneath, you sense his hesitation.

You slip your hand into his and get up with him. You grace a kiss over his knuckles — a moment of solidarity — and you go with him to one of the back rooms.

You later have to bite your lip against the vindicated urge to say I told you so.

The doctor informs Dean that he likely has a kidney stone.

If possible, Dean is even more sour the whole car ride home. He's convinced all the vegetables you've been trying to get him to eat are the culprit.

"This is what I get for eating fucking rabbit food," he grumbles. He levies a finger at you. "See? I told you. Nothing good comes of it."

"Right," you snort. "Zucchini is what's got you're, uh, pipe all blocked up."

But seeing the disgruntled look on his face, you remember just how much pain he's been trying to cover up for the past week. How many times you've found him hunched in the bathroom, dreading a piss.

You reach over and try to soothe him, gently stroking his thigh.

"It's okay, baby. We'll get the official test results soon. In the meantime, just keep drinking lots of water and get some actual rest."

"Whatever," he mutters.

But underneath the embarrassment, the shit, I'm getting old bit cropping back up again, and the Dean Winchester quirk of not wanting to be fussed over, not wanting to be seen as weak or ridiculous — what finally surfaces past all that is you.

Specifically, how much you push him to take care of himself.

Besides Sam, you're the only one who manages to keep him in check, the only one who cares that much, that you'd literally try to steal his car.

Yeah, I love you tends to cut through pretty much all the other bullshit.

Dean might not always express it words, but he does it now, taking your hand off his lap and pressing a kiss to your wrist, right over your pulse point.

You briefly take your eyes off the road to glance over at him, smiling. He's going to be out of commission for a while until this little problem clears up, in more ways than one.

The great Dean Winchester.

Beats Death itself, too many times to count.

Felled by pebble in his...well...proverbial shoe.

You try to hide your amusement, if not your affection. You bite your lip hard.

"Shut up," he warns, even though his lips twitch upward.

Your snort of laughter escapes before you can reign it in.

Beau Arlen

Beau is resistant at first, but he's probably the easiest to wrangle into seeing the doctor, whether it's yearly checkups or a man flu gotten out of control.

("You know what, my throat still feels weird on the left side, especially when I swallow. Feels scratchy and, uh, kinda hurts. You think I should get it looked at? What if it's laryngitis, or pneumonia, or God forbid, throat cancer. I mean, throat cancer, honey! That's nothin' to laugh at.")

You wish he'd have that "proactive" mentality with other areas of his health too, like not overworking himself at the precinct.

But when it comes to one exam in particular, he's your typical male of a certain age.

No matter how many times you remind him and write down the appointment on the calendar stuck to the fridge so he doesn't forget, he conjures some excuse for why he couldn't make it.

At first it's begrudgingly amusing, but by the third time, you're concerned, and even annoyed that he isn't taking his health more seriously.

"Look, I know it's not exactly pleasant, but this stuff is important. You gotta take care of yourself," you say.

You know you don't have to remind him that he has a daughter, but you will pull that card if you have to.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, uh..." Beau trails off, hands on his hips. He doesn't know what to tell you to make you understand how much he'd rather not go to this appointment.

"It's just a prostate exam, babe. I'll bet it's not half as invasive as a pap smear," you say wryly.

Beau shakes his head at you. "That very well may be, but believe you me, no man wants a latex finger up his..."

You raise your brows and tilt your head with a smile. "Well, you know. Some guys actually—"

Beau waves a hand at whatever you were going to say next.

"You know what, forget I said anything. I'd rather just live my life not knowing what's down there. Really, I'm good."

You utter a laugh, but you sidle up to him and grasp the open edges of his jacket. You turn your face up to him with a more sensuous smile.

"You don't mind when I do it," you tease.

Beau actually blushes. His cheeks and the tips of his ears tinge pink.

He clears his throat, his hands settling on the curve of your waist.

"Well, that's different," he says. His voice pitches lower, his green eyes taking on a slight mischievous gleam. "You're just teasin' the cave. You're not looking for coal."

Laughter bursts out of you like a gut punch. Your forehead falls against his chest as your entire body shakes with giggles.

Beau wraps you up in his arms. He tries and fails to temper his grin, even though his cheeks are still burning.

"All right, fine. I'll go," he says. "But I don't want to hear a damn peep out of you when I get back."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

(Oh, good fucking luck on this one.)

Ben rarely, if ever, gets sick. Of course, he's also nearly invulnerable.

However, you've been trying to get him to see a different kind of medical professional.

"Excuse me?" he growls. The first time you suggest it, he dismissed the idea with a roll of his eyes, thinking you were just trying to get a rise out of him. He doesn't appreciate you bringing it up again. "You better be fucking kidding."

"Ben..." You try to ply him with a gentle hand on his arm, but he shrugs you off, too irritated to curb the impulse.

"I'm fucking crazy, is that it? That what you're trying to say?" His voice raises, notch after notch. "I don't need a goddamn shrink!"

"I didn't say you were crazy!" you say. It's hard not to match his volume, but you manage to stand your ground while he huffs and puffs and eventually storms out.

You get discouraged and frustrated yourself, but you cling to every scrap of patience you can muster up for this man.

It's gonna take a few tries.

You start to suggest that maybe he should start easing up on the weed and the booze too.

Any time he snaps at you, you remind him that for as much shit as you've put up with him so far, this is the kind of shit that'll send you packing. Leaving his ass. For good.

He volleys back with empty words. "Fine, fucking leave."

You know they're empty, because every time you've called his bluff and packed a bag, he stops you.

"All right, enough. You've proved your fucking point."

After that, he tries to cut back on the booze, at least. He watches you pour out the Grey Goose and the Patrón.

Fucking fine by him. He's lost the taste for vodka, let alone that frilly French shit, and the cheap tequila.

But choking off the vein of one vice just makes another twice as strong.

Ultimately, it doesn't fix the problem either.

There's the time Ben blows a hole in the roof of your house (after a nightmare, he refuses to admit).

And there's a second time too. A third close call, and Ben pushes you clean off the bed so you won't get hurt.

If that didn't do it, he finally gets the picture after the second pink line appears on that white stick.

It now lies on your nightstand while you and Ben lay tangled together, bare skin against bare, flushed, sweaty skin.

A celebration, if you will.

His big hand lies splayed over your belly, protective, possessive, and deep down...grateful.

You glance up at the patched ceiling. Ben follows your gaze. His contentment fades into a frown, just like yours.

Both of you are thinking the same thing, if in different flavors of concern. Anxiety. (Guilt.)

"It's different now. You know that, right?" you say quietly. "If we're going to do this, you and me together, then I need you to protect us. Protect us from you."

At this point, you know he won't see a psychiatrist for his PTSD; not if it's to help himself (God forbid he admit that he needs it).

But if it's to protect you and your child, his own child...

Ben swallows a few acidic ounces of his pride.

Despite every cell in body that fights against it, he gets in his car the very next day and shows up for the appointment you made for him with Dr. David.

("What kind of quack fucking doctor goes by his first name, anyway? Christ.")

After the first couple of painfully awkward sessions, it's not so bad, Ben discovers.

He has a willing (heavily paid) audience for all of his stories from "the good old days."

Every gushy detail.

Russell Shaw

Russell is always quick to give reassurances, to downplay, to tell you that he's good.

But the day he comes home from a job with his bag hanging from his fingertips, almost dragging on the floor, his movements stiff as a rail — your heart sinks into your stomach.

"Hey, baby," he greets you tiredly, even tries to kiss you, but you're too busy running gentle hands over his arms and chest. Searching.

"Hmm, someone's missed me. Miss Handsy-yy-ahhh..." His playful quip dies the moment you find it.

Under his jacket lies the shoddy patch job on the bullet wound in his arm, located a few inches below the shoulder, just barely hidden by his sleeve.

"What the fuck is this?" you snap, half in anger, half in worry as tears spring hot in your eyes.

Russell immediately goes into damage control, soothing a hand down your arm and meeting your gaze.

"Hey, I'm okay. It's just a graze."

"Yeah fucking right. You're still bleeding!"

"Ehh, yeah, but no biggie. I've got some tools in the car—"

"No! We're going to the hospital."

"Sweetheart—"

"Right now! Let's go."

The man doesn't have the heart to argue with you too much after that. He knows he should've taken proper care of this before he got home. He really just wanted to, well, get home. To you.

But he regrets scaring you. He regrets making you worry.

He brushes the tears from your eyes and is grateful you don't ask what happened. He can't really tell you, even if he wanted to. His contract work with Horizon keeps his lips sealed for your safety, above all other reasons.

Only now does he begin to realize just how fucking unfair that is.

It really hits him when you sit with him for an hour and a half in the Emergency Department, waiting after the guy who fell off his moped, a kid with a little green army man stuck up his nose ("Hey, retro," Russell whispers to you), and a lady who can't seem to stop hiccuping.

Russell takes in a deep breath. He leans over to your ear.

"You know, we could just fix this up at home. A little needle and thread and some alcohol. Perfect First Aid kit," he says.

You narrow your gaze at him. "We're waiting to see a doctor. And don't think I'm done with you. When we get home, prepare to get punished."

A little smirk tugs at his lips. He brushes said lips across the back of your ear. "What am I, a little kid?"

You smile slightly as well.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me when you're hurt and try to cover it up like a little kid, that's how I'm gonna treat you."

Russell chuckles. His hand slips over your thigh.

"Gotta say, I'm kind of liking the sound of punishment. What'd you have in mind, sweetheart? Gonna spank me?"

And he's willing to give you more ideas.

You roll your eyes. Despite wanting to remain strong, his touch, the sensation of his lips brushing your ear sends a shiver curling down your spine.

"Oh, you just wait."

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valdevia · 7 months ago

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Very funny that tumblr is having discourse about whether my art is misinformation or not, after I've been posting it all over the internet for years without any controversy. So let's talk about it!

I know people arguing are a vocal minority, but I'm not going to dismiss anyone's concerns. It's an actually interesting topic that I really consider, and it touches some important issues in society. So here's my (rambly) two cents.

My art is meant to misdirect, in some way. Photomanipulation and the tone I typically use are meant to briefly confuse the person reading it into thinking they're hearing a real story, at least for a few seconds.

The Intended Experience™

In this sense, I feel like my art can be misinformation! And it's not only people who don't think critically about things like "how come I never heard about mermaids being real before?".

So, no disrespect to anyone that fell for one of my pieces! My work plays with reality, so if you fell for it for more than a minute, it just means my tone and style worked a little too well for you! And there are legitimate reasons to be confused when you see something online, too. For example, there are people who can have trouble telling real and fictional things apart. When you post something that goes out to a million people, you'll get one million different reactions.

That's why I always take care to make it really clear, outside the main piece and snippet of text, that my art is no more than fiction. There are tags, the tone of my account, even my profile picture is meant to reinforce this. I also have a website which, in part, is meant to capture the clicks of people to wonder if my stuff is real and google it, so they can find a real source that's clearly an art website. You can try googling "mycelium infection 1806" or "pupillosarcoma" to see how my website tends to appear first.

If I get this comment I know I've done something believable!

But let's say, for the sake of argument, that my art wholly constitutes misinformation. What we need to understand is that misinformation is not the same as disinformation. Misinformation is just incorrect information. It's your grandma seeing a little bit of a found footage movie on TV and thinking it really happened. She might be spooked, but nobody is harmed. Disinformation is false information that's purposefully crafted and spread in order to cause harm, division, or further a political view.

Now I ask you: what real world harm does my art create? The worst that can happen is that a tiny percentage of those that see it get a little scared thinking a weird bug is real, or that mushrooms really grow on faces, or that scientists have released millions of trilobites into the oceans. Is that really that bad?

Anyway, that's my take on the topic! I'm obviously biased, but this being my style, I do put a lot of thought into it and I'm always open to people's opinions! (Just don't scream at random people on the replies or you'll get blocked!)

#long post #rambly thoughts #hope it's easy to understand my meaning. please lmk if something is unclear in the replies!

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glitch-but-ya · 7 months ago

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The echo of who I once was. III

"Let your memory of me be lost to time" III

TAGS: Platonic!Xavier, fluff and angst, mentions of death and violence, use of weaponry, mentions of alcohol usage. WORD COUNT: 3523 TAG LIST: @withering-dream , @moonlight-inthe-sea @tinyweebsstuff , @vyntheria , @xxfaithlynxx , @just-a-shapeshifter08 , @stxrrielle

PART 1, PART 2 , PART 4

Strings of steam surfaced from the cup, forming swirls as they rose. A hand, yours, hovered over the mug's rim, while the other busied itself with a thin bundle of papers. Your eyes scrutinized and skimmed over the contents of the paper. The presence on the other side of the table watched with unnerving patience as you buried yourself in the confines of your own mind.

You sipped your drink hastily, disregarding the hot sting on your tongue. Xavier scanned your form—knitted eyebrows, peeling foundation, dark circles, and unkempt hair. Was the mission stressing you out that much? He wondered.

"You should take some time to relax. Leave the parts that bother you to me," he managed to squeeze out. But his subtle attempt at consolation backfired when your eyes sharply shifted to his. "Relax? We have two days, Xavier, and no preparation. You want me to relax?"

Your gaze softened when he apologized in response. The subtle look of hurt in his eyes consumed you with guilt. "I'm sorry. I just... two days and no information. We don't even know who or what we're dealing with! It's such an important mission, and yet, we know so little."

Xavier opened his mouth, but you cut him off. "We have no good plan. How am I supposed to create one with nothing to go on?" You slumped back in your chair, exhaling sharply. Your complaints wouldn't make text appear on those documents.

"Have you ever attended an auction, Xavier?"

Xavier only stared at you with eyes a sliver wider than they should be. You took the hint and didn't press further.

The conversation met a brief pause as Xavier surveyed you once more. He noted how you picked at the skin you peeled off from your unusually chapped lips, and how you constantly rubbed at your bloodshot eyes. Something had occurred in your life again—something devastating, this time. And you were hiding it from him. Again.

"Going undercover," Xavier started, "is the safest way to investigate without blowing our cover." He noticed as you wandered off and cleared his throat in an attempt to ground you back to reality.

"Yeah," you replied, repositioning yourself. "But we have no plan."

"We don't need one," he said calmly, which irked you. "Once we're in, opportunities will come to us. Trust me." He gripped your hand with a determination swirling in his eyes. You couldn't deny that you were almost convinced. But, seriously, how could he be so calm?

You gulped down your drink and left no words as a response. Perhaps Xavier was right. You couldn't form a better plan with such a lack of information anyway. The most you could do was infiltrate the auction successfully (which, you were sure, would be a walk in the park, considering his odd connections). From then on, there was no choice but to leave it to fate. Perhaps you'd let Sylus cloud your thoughts too much. You knew you had to let it go, but his words echoed ceaselessly in your mind with every choice you faced.

"She set a standard you couldn't reach."

You clutched your mug.

"I'm sure you have your own unique strengths. You should focus on them instead and forget about trying to mimic her likeness. You and I both know the outcome of your persistence."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade to black. The darkness mocked you, and you had nothing to say to it. No matter how much you yearned to scream, retaliate, or stuff its words back into its mouth, you couldn't. Because a part of you already accepted its words to be true. You were told so before. You've heard it multiple times. Against the world—and especially her—you amount to nothing. You hugged yourself tightly, suppressing your shivers. What is your intelligence compared to the best hunter in all of Linkon?

You looked up as Xavier called out your name, urging for a response. You'd made up your mind already.

"Alright," you said, slurping up the last bits of your drink and swallowing a large lump. "I'll trust you."

When Xavier mentioned a "preparation expedition," a plethora of images and scenes enveloped your mind: the two of you seated together at a corner table in a remote cafe, a large parchment sprawled across your small, circular table, showcasing various notations of a meticulous plan. Or the two of you standing before a tan bulletin board, abundant in length, with pictures pinned onto its surface, all connected by thin red strings, forming an interconnected network of clues. Perhaps even you laid on his bed, legs kicked high as you fished through a pile of documents together. A bit cliché, yes, but certainly not as foolish as what he'd actually meant.

You stared at the building in awe, your mouth agape. As a hunter, you were molded to be unfazed by the most unexpected of surprises. You were always prepared for anything—the best or the worst. But when your eyes met the opulent entrance of one of Linkon's renowned boutiques, your brain began to malfunction. You didn't know whether you wanted to throw a fit or wag your (figurative) tail in excitement. After all, it's not every day one gets to shop here. But then again, how could his mind even dare to wander to dress shopping when you two had a burglary to execute in two days? And the worst concern of all—how were you supposed to afford such luxuries with your meager hunter's salary? Not everyone is a top hunter.

You turned to Xavier, irritation and mirth swirling in your eyes to present a resultant emotion of nothing. He smiled, albeit nervously, about your reaction. "I figured since we're going undercover..." Oh. "We should dress accordingly." Oh. You mentally searched for a wall to bang your head on. Of course, he had a reasonable reasoning in mind. How could you assume otherwise? You were glad you hadn't voiced your thoughts by now.

As if his words had cleared the storm in your brain, your expression morphed (at an alarming rate) into glee. "Yeah, good idea."

A row of clothes lined the walls. Some stood in circles in the middle of the boutique. Others sat in displays adorned with superior lighting and glass casings. The whole store smelled of fabric. From its scent alone, one could determine the high quality of the outfits. Several lamps dotted the ceiling above, casting a warm, off-white glow on the store. Cars fleeted by outside were observed through the large windows. Your gaze flicked from gown to suit, back to the gowns, and then to the decorations again. The interior of the store was as grand as the attires on display.

"I heard that the owner of this boutique is one of the greatest fashion designers of our time," Xavier's voice interrupted your daze. To his voice, you crossed your arms and masked your glee. "And I’m sure her prices live up to her name."

You knew all about the owner. She was a remarkable seamstress, unprecedented in her line of work. It didn’t take long for her to surpass even her master, swiftly climbing the ranks of her craft. Eventually, she chose to open only one boutique—to preserve the originality of her work. She was infamous for her hatred of mass production. Each design she stitched was unique, and you could never find her work being resold after it had gone out of stock. You wouldn't have known if you hadn't formed a deep adoration for her work after Sylus had gifted you one of the gowns she'd produced. You'd returned it eventually, although it hurt to do so.

He drooped his head and hummed. "If it's too expensive, we can split your sum."

You couldn't deny it; your heart melted at his words. What did you do to deserve him? Despite your appreciation, you shook your head. "No, that's alright. I've got some savings I can scrape together." You prayed he didn't catch on to your lie.

The two of you soon parted ways, each drawn to displays that caught your eyes. You found yourself spellbound, shamelessly gawking at her work as admiration spilled from your gaze. Oblivious to you, Xavier silently chuckled to himself at the sight.

Before long, you found yourself drawn to the hues of black and navy draped across a lone mannequin. The gown was made of silk, with white tulle folds bedded atop the torso. The detail on the top was exquisite, but what attracted you was the rest of the gown. Stitched upon the skirt was a paradisical display of a night sky dotted with countless twinkling stars.

"At a fashion show the other day, I saw a dress with the night sky stitched across a river," he looked down at you. "I ordered one for you. It'll be sent once the measurements are correct."

You bit the inside of your cheek to dodge your smile. "Really?" You tilted your head. "Why would you do such a thing for me?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Is it a crime to pamper your partner once in a while? Besides, even Mephisto can agree that you'll pull it off lavishly."

Your lips quivered as you eyed the dress. Was it all a lie? You wondered.

Although the dress wasn't the same, the design bore a nostalgic charm, reminiscent of the one you were gifted long ago. You were quite fond of that gift, not just for the emotions it stirred. You couldn't forget how the conversation unfolded—the abrupt confession of its purchase, the unexpected sincerity in his voice. Even months later, butterflies flitted in your stomach as a consequence that lingered on with the memory of that day. Needless to say, that gift was a treasured one. You hated having to return it, but you assumed it was only fair. They were not directed to you, after all.

You closed your eyes and let the strands of the gown fall from your hands. Owning what anchors you down to your past will only obstruct your flight. Although uncertain, the future was the only thing you could look forward to. You couldn't escape Sylus's influence, that he stated himself. But you could run until you reached a place that remains unconquered.

"Do you like that one?" A mellow voice made you jolt. You whipped your head around to face Xavier, who'd just caught you in a trance. Forcing a smile on your face, you shook your head. "No, no. I mean, yes, I do. But, I mean—"

The warmth of his steady hand on your shoulder cut you off. "It's okay. Were you thinking about something?" He leaned in to inspect your eyes, but you were quick to face away. "Nothing to worry about! I was just reminiscing the sight of a starry sky under a river."

Xavier hummed thoughtfully, turning his head to catch your gaze. "Things that remind us of pleasant times in our past should be treasured." His curved lips dropped as he noticed the tension in your jaw.

"Let's say, hypothetically, that the river I so dearly admired drowned a dozen men, and that I am reminded of its sins every time I think back on my time with it." You folded your arms over your chest. "What then? Is it still worth remembering?"

Xavier placed a hand under his chin and looked away, dodging the opportunity to press you further for your reasoning. "In that case, you can learn a thing or two from the past."

"But afterward," he shifted one of his arms to his hips and faced you, "You must let go and learn to forgive and forget." You figured he'd say something like that, and you knew he was right. You considered the option—forgiving and forgetting is a decision that bears no consequences. But, truth be told, you could forgive and forget Sylus, but you couldn't forgive the main perpetrator—you couldn't forgive yourself.

"Anyways, come." You pulled Xavier off to another aisle, dragging him until the two of you were standing before a gorgeous navy garment. You skipped over and positioned yourself behind the mannequin with your head poking out from behind. Your lips welcomed a smile. "What do you think?"

Xavier could sense a sinister presence lurking behind your mask. It peeked out from time to time, baring its teeth menacingly before slipping back into its hole. Amidst the lone aisles of the opulent boutique and within its intricate walls, the wails of your anxiety stood out most hauntingly. Your mind screamed and raced under the guise of your empty visage. Perhaps the noise fell deaf to unsuspecting passers-by, but to Xavier, who’d studied you for so long, it struck his ears with piercing volume. He could spot when you were unhappy a mile away, sense something’s bothering you through a screen. The watchful eye of a hunter leaves no stone unturned.

Your pain did not go unnoticed. Beneath the veil of steam that rose from your cup, he could discern the look of devastation and hurt. As if you’d been trampled on, forced to your knees by a masked culprit, and then shot twice in the heart. Your signs were all too reminiscent of when you’d been abandoned in the past—in the darkest moments of your life. Except, this time, you hid. He could only assume the worst had happened.

Xavier had known of your fondness for Miss Eleanor’s dressmaking and needlework for a while now. He picked up on it as his eyes momentarily flicked over your computer screen, which happened to be displaying the tabs on which you’d scoured through her gallery of outfits. You were far too embarrassed, and perhaps even proud, to exhibit such affection outwardly. He was bound to find out through illegitimate means.

He figured that if there was something that would cheer you up, it would be a visit to her workshop. And miraculously, not only did it help brighten your mood significantly, but it also revealed to him a misgiving of yours you’d never have exposed otherwise.

"Let’s say, hypothetically, that the river I so dearly admired drowned a dozen men, and that I am reminded of its sins every time I think back on my time with it."

Every syllable you uttered carried meaning. It was something Xavier had learned only after spending enough time near you. In moments like these, you never spoke without reason. Your words held a purpose—sometimes more than one. It only gave him enough reason to break it down. Although he knew it was none of his business, he couldn’t deny that he cared for you more than he let on.

Xavier didn’t want to pry into your personal life. He knew he shouldn’t have baited you into revealing things you wished to keep hidden, but he couldn’t leave a dying woman to fend for herself. In due time, he believed, the truth would reveal itself. So for now, he’d observe you from a distance. That was why he requested for you to aid him in this mission, after all.

"25 billion! Going once... going twice... and, SOLD!" Sylus absentmindedly eyed the crimson liquid in his glass with a bored expression. One of his hands was positioned under his left cheek, and the other held the delicate wine glass with three fingers. He had not the slightest interest in the dealings of such useless protocores. They were merely extravagant pieces of decor destined to be locked away in a glass case and flaunted for the remainder of their time there. Why burden oneself with things they cannot put to good use? Even he knew that squandering had its bounds, and profligates certainly did not amuse him in the slightest.

Besides, it’s not like Sylus had much reason left to overspend.

He swirled the wine in the glass again, not once taking a sip out of it. He wasn’t bothered enough to. His target was clear now, with no hindrances of emotion left to stop his march. He had nothing to cling to, nothing to soften for. Perhaps there was merit in losing a loved one after all. Though it hurts, at least he has nothing to be bound to his humanity. A monster will always be a monster, and in the end, it will meet its destiny. Just like he had all those years ago.

Sylus didn’t expect the supposed ‘aether core’ to be up for auction, real or not. Neither did he expect it to be placed here. His presence served merely as bait, and if there were no further obstructions, his plans would proceed smoothly. If he could only get his hands on another half of an aether core, he would be complete.

"Um, excuse me." Sylus’s head immediately snapped toward the source of the voice, his eyes sharpening instinctively. Could that be...

"Sorry," he watched from afar as you offered a curt bow to a passer-by. You’d probably bumped into them by accident. Though, he couldn’t deny—you bore your own unique charm, although that was not how he’d dress you if he had the choice. Setting the glass down, Sylus wasted no time in blending into the crowd. Had you not promised to steer clear of him a few days ago?

His eyes narrowed, landing on the countenance of another white-haired man. You held his hand, latching on as if a single wind could blow you away. Sylus could recall you mentioning him briefly. Xavier, was it? Your hunter partner. He’d popped up in a couple of your conversations with him. That could only mean you were here on business, and strictly business only. Either way, your presence was no good for his plan. If there was something you were after, it was most likely the aether core. Your paths were bound to collide. There was a new hindrance in his plan—one he could not bear to get rid of.

"We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Sylus." The woman seated on a sumptuous leather couch extended her hand and offered a handshake. The dim lights of the private lounge buzzed above their heads, leaving spots of darkness untouched. Sylus merely eyed the hand with no intention of taking it. "I’ve heard of your recent acquisition, Miss Liora. I wish to congratulate you in person," he barely smiled. "Ah," she replied with a full grin, "You’re too kind. I hoped to serve as your host in a better setting." "That won’t be necessary. I’m rather busy, you see." Liora placed her hand under her chin and bore her eyes into his with a penetrating gaze. "A pity," she hummed. "Truly."

Liora unseated herself from her leather couch, the heel of her shoes clicking as she made her way to a glass casing cloaked with red satin. She lazily placed a hand on the glass and peeled the cloth off. A small, yellow stone sparkled, seated atop a large, steel fork. On the surface, it looked like an aether core. "This," disgraceful greed glimmered in her eyes, "Is my key to the greatest success man can accomplish." She crouched down and pressed both palms against the case. "With its help, I can climb the ranks faster than any human could comprehend. Its power will complete me."

A pathetic and naive young woman was how Sylus viewed her. Liora was young and audacious. Although she possessed great potential and wealth, she was still a newcomer in the world of business and crime. That explained why she would fall for such a simple trick. Her dialectics had been consumed by greed and a childlike thirst for power. If only she had held on to reason, she would not have to meet such a face. Her unusually swift rise to power had become her inevitable downfall. Fate rendered her blind and pathetic.

"And now," she cranked her head with a wicked smirk, "The only impediment in my evolution is you." Her hand traveled to a hidden strap on her thigh. Sylus’s gaze remained unfazed as she whipped out a gun and pointed it at him. He let out a disinterested hum. "Do you think it’ll all be over once you’ve taken my life?" "Oh," she laughed. "I’ve made the necessary preparations. I’ll ensure that your legacy ends here, oh revered leader of Onychinus." She cocked the gun. "Everything, from your actions at the auction to our humble conversation here, were a part of a methodically thought-out scheme. Sylus, you’ve walked straight into my trap."

Sylus shook his head. "Your actions have disappointed me. You had so much potential." His overwhelming gaze locked onto Liora’s. "I assume you know the consequences of your failure." "Oh, trust me. I know. But I don’t intend to fail." Her grip had begun to tighten around the trigger. "Your supreme reign ends here."

A gun clicked from behind. Liora froze, and the slightest hint of surprise crossed Sylus’s face. From the darkness, two shadowy figures emerged.

"Miss," you called out, your gun leveled with her head, "Please stand down."

End-of-chapter notes: OKAY IM SOOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! I've been so busy with life, I barely got time to write. Thanks for staying patient, though! Comment to be added to the taglist, btw!

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xmads-omensx · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Neurodivergent!Reader

CW: mentions of info dumping, mentions of exhaustion

I do love writing the info dumping stuff because it means I can just info dump on all of you guys lmao

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You hadn't been dating Noah long when it happened.

Noah made you feel comfortable, happy, cared for. He was everything and more that you could have wanted in a partner.

You were sat on the sofa in his living room one evening after a day of hanging out together when you were trying to decide what movie to watch.

You landed on Jaws, with Noah saying that he was in the mood for "trashy and bloody chaos", which you agreed with with a laugh.

However, halfway through the movie, things took a turn.

You were conscious that you wanted to speak, but you were also conscious that you shouldn't.

Noah would get mad at you for interrupting the movie.

He would think you were weird for knowing all that random information.

He wouldn't like you anymore.

Your mind raced with negative thoughts.

"You okay?" Noah's soft voice whispered.

You nodded, frightened that if you opened your mouth you wouldn't be able to stop the words from coming out.

"We can watch something else if you're not into it." He suggested, moving to grab the TV remote.

"No!" You exclaimed, causing Noah to shoot you a slightly confused look.

"What's going on?" He asked, his eyes soft and reassuring.

You weren't sure what to say, so you just went for it.

"Did you know that Jaws was based off a bull shark and not a great white like the movie suggests?" You rambled.

Noah looked slightly taken aback by your statement, before his face softened.

"No, I didn't know that." He replied, making you smile wide.

"Yeah. You see, bull sharks are actually far more dangerous than great whites since they can move between fresh water and salt water so easily, while great whites don't." You continued.

"Oh that's actually really interesting." Noah replied.

"The two species are actually really similar in appearance, they often get mistaken for the other." You said, voice getting quieter as you realised you were rambling.

Noah's brows furrowed slightly.

"You know you don't have to be worried to talk to me right? I'm not gonna sit here and laugh at you." Noah said.

"Really?" You asked.

"Baby... you listened to me talk about Naruto for an hour last week... then asked questions about it when I was done. I'm not exactly in any position to judge." He laughed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your head.

"Seriously, don't be scared to let your walls down. I've got you." He whispered as you snuggled into him.

“Now come on. Tell me about these bull sharks. I’m interested now.” He said with a laugh.

“You are?” You asked, genuinely surprised.

“Hell yeah.” He responded.

“Well… they’re infamous for their aggressive nature. Thats why they’re called bull sharks, you know, because they headbutt their prey before killing them.”

“Oh yeah?” Bob asked.

“Yeah. And most shark attacks on people near the shore is because of bull sharks. Like the opening scene from Jaws.” You gestured at the TV.

“So why is it a great white in the movie then?” Noah asked.

“If I asked you to picture a great white… what do you see?” You asked.

“Jumping out of water. You know? Like when it’s all teeth and gums.” Noah gestured with his hands as if that was helping him explain it.

“Exactly. You don’t see pictures of bull sharks like that. Great whites are unknown. They’re far away. Therefore they’re scarier.” You finished.

Noah kissed your head and snuggled back into the couch.

Your eyes felt heavy as the exhaustion from holding back caught up to you, but you didn’t mind.

After all, Noah liked you just the way you were. Shark facts and all.

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maria-is-stupid · 6 months ago

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Yo so, i got something i wanna say rq.

Quick CW for the discussion of grooming, false allegations and a long ass post. If you don't already know about this situation, scroll down, I've provided links to the necessary posts at the bottom! I’m not the one for drama, never have been and never will be. But being a mutual of @ikamigami and literally getting tagged in it, it was inevitable that I would see @alexandraisyes' grooming allegation post on both her and Mothy. And after having reached out myself to get Ikami’s side on things along with reading the documents provided by both parties, I've come to my own conclusion. I don’t see either party as really being in the right. Not Alex nor Mothy. Mothy for their poor behaviour which has been given evidence of in Alex’s document. And Alex for Ikamigami’s completely unnecessary involvement and the horrible accusation made against them with lackluster evidence. Lackluster evidence which I have a few things to say about. Now Alex or any of her friends who may end up reading this, I'm not a new enemy of any sort or looking to be one, nor do I have any particularly ill feelings against any of you, I'm just giving criticism and stating my opinions here. 1) Evidence against Ikami No.1 - The nsfw fic Ikamigami wrote a nsfw fic and tagged GarbageChocolate, who she at the time, didn’t know was a minor. But once she found out, it was publicly apologized for. And now the fic has been completely deleted from Ikami’s blog, the only reason you’re still able to see it via the link in Alex’s document is because of it being a reblog. This was resolved and closed in 2023. Information which Alex has left out both in their doc and when replying to comments, either intentionally or because of lack of proper research.

Why is it being brought up to be used as some sort of “evidence” of Ikami being a groomer? When you think about it, it doesn’t even make any sense. A groomer wouldn’t post stuff like that publically, as they would want to keep their behaviour hidden. 2) Evidence against Ikami No.2 - Ikami siding with Mothy I don’t know if people know this, but choosing to side with a friend in drama or accusations is normal.

Especially considering the friendship between Mothy and Ikami, that they’ve been there for one another and therefore will put a good amount of trust in each other. And I think that if you’re quickly able to turn on your friend at the smallest accusation, you weren’t even a real friend to begin with. That or you’re just a patsy.

Ikami herself in her own document acknowledges Mothy’s actions and says that she is not going to defend them. Though along with that Ikami provides rather important context behind Mothy’s behaviour. Context being that Mothy is someone who has immature and childish behavioural tendencies (being a 19 year old, also counting that age does not equal to maturity), and due to less than unfortunate events in her childhood expresses hypersexuality.

Something to quickly mention as well, Ikami has only really known Mothy’s side on the things which has happened inside the servers, possibly not having been told the entire truth on some things. That along with the behaviour of Mothy is not something I want to excuse and is something that i'm certain Ikami isn't exactly pleased about either. Also, this shouldn't just come to me, but do you realise how broken the logic behind this, that Ikami choosing to side with Mothy makes her a groomer too, is? Let me lay out a hypothetical example;

What if I was friends with someone who later gets accused to be a pedophile, would that make me a pedo too simply by association?

3) - Critisism on Alex's document Now, I know this whole segment is going to sound nit-picky, but there are some things that I want to point out with Alex’s document and its content. As I can't help but feel that the document looks incredibly rushed and sloppily made. Alex's document only bears screenshots, with pretty much no context given whatsoever behind them or this situation. Like say, as an example, what the ages of both Mothy and the minors were specifically during the time it all went down, as that is very important information and simply just stating that the victims were minors doesn’t really make things clear. As anyone between 1 to 18 would be considered a minor. Along with lacking context, there are things added which don't serve anything, being rather trivial. Like the comparison made between the behaviour of Mothy, Alex herself and Alex's friend Peachpopfizz/Peachfnaf. I can understand the potential reason for this being added, but in execution it just looks like you’re trying to make yourself look better or superior and is rather useless to know.

And something which I think is plenty worthy of being pointed out as well is that we don't seem to get any screenshots of one-to-one private conversations. Or at least not ones where it's clear, as most of the screenshots are also cropped. The victims in Alex’s document state that Mothy has used manipulation tactics, used her ties to the ‘big blogs’ as leverage and not taken it too kindly when others did not want to talk to them about something or got uncomfortable, so why don't we see examples of such?

If all of Mothy's messages come from open channels for anyone to see, it makes me wonder, as one of the main tactics of groomers is to isolate a victim and hold their own poor behaviour behind closed doors. Especially considering there were apparently other adults in the proship server who, assuming they're either not stupid or ignorant, would’ve seen and called it out immediately as Mothy was openly 19 and NSFW was not allowed as far as i'm aware. And the last point i want to make, seeing that this would become way too long if i was to add every single tiny one. Again about rather trivial info. Alex in their document, in the section about confronting Mothy, mentions of Ikami apparently talking about killing herself in the TSBS discord server, along with the harassment and slandering which has been happening between Ikami, Dana and Ceph/Twinanimatronics (in which direction it fully was in I'm not aware).

Number one, in regard to the claim of Ikami speaking of killing herself. I've gone the lengths to look through her messages in the TSBS server myself, especially around the time in which the Miku episode and Ikami’s psychotic episode happened, and have not found anything remotely close. So if Dana and Ceph, the ones who allegedly reported this to the mods, have evidence of this actually happening. I would love to see it.

And number two, the personal drama between Alex, Ikami, Mothy and Alex’s friends, i’m sorry to say this, is such a nothing burger and is frankly inappropriate to add in an allegation document of grooming. It would’ve been way better to have just stuck to the main matter of all of this from the very start, that Mothy was talking inappropriately in the proship server, anything else is not something that I will care about.

Overall, the document is a case in which the more you try to make sense of it, the more it falls apart. Whenever it’s because of lacking context, trivial information which distracts from the main point, an unrelated party which was dragged in and framed without any actual proof, ect. Or that is at least how i feel. 4) - final thoughts. Now, with everything i've said above, i'd like to emphasize, I do not want anyone in this situation to get harassed as that will amount to nothing.

All that I personally wish is for Mothy to seek help with the issues that they have, work to get better and for something like this never to happen again (which, considering their apology post. It sounds like they're not afraid to admit fault, which is a first step). For the minors to take care. And for everyone here to perhaps consider and be mindful how they spend their time online and in what spaces, as from what I've seen in my time on the internet, the proship space and those similar has many times been the breeding ground for predatory weirdos to take advantage of those younger and vulnerable.

If you have questions or anything you want to say, you are more than free to reach out to me privately, as I'm not going to clutter up my blog with replies to reblogs. Of course with that being said, keep in mind, i will not tolerate insults, slurs or threats of any kind.

Here's the links to the document posts of both Alex and Ikami so you can read and come to your own informed opinion on all of this.

Have a good day folks.

(And please, for the love of god. When it comes to allegations online, always take it with a grain of salt until both sides have spoken. I’ve seen countless times where false allegations have ruined people’s reputations and lives. And I would rather wait than look like an idiot.)

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morphpride-2025 · 2 months ago

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Morph Pride 2025 - Introduction

Mark your calendars, because the Morph Pride event is now returning this upcoming Pride Month in the year of our Lord 2025! Taking place from Sunday, June 1 to Saturday, July 5, this month-long celebration of our dearly beloved favourite shapeshifter goof and queerness will (hopefully) be a blast.

Here's the plan:

Just like last year, we will be bringing back the colour-coded weeks. They are as follows:

Week 1 (Sunday, June 1 - Saturday, June 7) - Red, orange, yellow

Week 2 (Sunday, June 8 - Saturday, June 14) - Green, blue, purple

Week 3 (Sunday, June 15 - Saturday, June 21) - Black, white, silver, grey

Week 4 (Sunday, June 22 - Saturday, June 28) - Pink, gold, super suit + any colours not mentioned above

You may use these colour schemes to inspire outfits for Morph, etc.

You do not have to use these colour schemes! They are provided as inspiration. You also do not have to do every single colour scheme if you want to do one. You do not even have to use every colour in the set.

What about the final week, you ask?

Well!

Week 5 (Sunday, June 29 - Saturday, July 5) - WILD WEEK! During every day of this week, there will be a different prompt (think... fanfic prompt) and you can submit ideas via this form. On Monday, May 26, I will release a three-day long poll with some of the ideas from that form for people to vote on. The top results will become the prompts during this week.

What do we do with these prompts? Follow them by means of fanfic, art, video edit, or any form of fan content creation, or completely disregard them and go wild. IT IS COMPLETELY UP TO YOU.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FOLLOW THIS SCHEDULE! IT IS ONLY FOR INSPIRATION.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE A CERTAIN KIND OF FAN CONTENT CREATOR! LITERALLY EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO PARTICIPATE TO ANY EXTENT AND IN ANY WAY THEY LIKE. This means you can make fanart, fanfics, video edits, collages/moodboards, anything!

MORPHERINE SHIPPER? MADDIEMORPH SHIPPER? MORPH X PSYLOCKE? JEANMORPH (Jorph??)? MORPH X SCOTT? POLYAMOROUS SHIPS? ALL SHIPS WELCOME except ones that involve incest, pedophilia, or any weird stuff. You're also welcome to create content that doesn't involve ships. I don't care.

CROSSOVERS? Sure.

GREY MORPH ENTHUSIAST OR TAS MORPH TRUTHER? FEMME MORPH, MASC MORPH, OR ANDROGYNOUS MORPH? THEY/THEM MORPH, THEY/HE MORPH, OR HE/THEY MORPH? MORPH, KEVIN, OR SYDNEY? It's a free country, Morph is non-binary, and they're a shapeshifter. Do whatever you want.

THIS EVENT IS LITERALLY JUST BAIT TO CELEBRATE MORPH AND PRIDE MONTH!! LET YOUR CREATIVITY SOAR!

Done with your creations? Post them under the tag #morphpride2025 and tag me at @morphpride-2025!

Questions, comments, feedback? Feel free to ask me by means of askbox, reply to this post, or DM! You can also find my main blog at @makuyi13.

I will post the final event information on Thursday, May 29!

#morphpride2025 #morph #kevin sydney #morpherine #maddiemorph #morph x men #morph x wolverine #morph x logan #logan x morph #wolverine x morph #x men 97 #x men tas #pride month

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sage-is-tired · 4 months ago

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I jsut fucking got up and yknow IM NOT HAPPY RN.

also thank yall for the reblogs telling abt who that person is because god... THEY ARE ANNOYING, they've reblogged my stuff like once beforehand and was like "blah blah blah this isnt what the definition of proship means" my god </3 it doesnt matter WHEN THERE ARE PROSHIPPERS WHO IDENTIFY WITH THE TERM AND SHIP GROSS THINGS LIKE PEDO SHIT AND RAPE. USE YOUR BRAIN YOU'RE AN ADULT AREN'T YOU???

anyways so I decided to momentarily unblock them to see if they even decided to be reasonable and say "okay i didnt see those im sorry" but no they had to double down.

AHEM.

"i should not have to read your your bio you posted with tags" AND THE FUCKING TAGS SAID PROSHIP DNI? Dude... It's not that hard to follow a DNI, if you ask someone not to interact with you BECAUSE THEY MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND IN GENERAL YOU DONT FUCKING LIKE THEM, then by that logic they have all the right to harass you until you file a restraining order.

"You have the block button you have the power to disable reblogs" and you also have the power to control your actions and not break someone's boundaries by reblogging when you have multiple warning signs like the tags saying multiple times DNI(including me PREVIOUSLY NOT REBLOGGING/replying to THE OTHER POST THEY MADE)

You had all the warning signs out there, saying DO NOT PROCEED, dont do the dumb action of interacting with someone who clearly doesn't want you in their space, that's your fault, not mine. I'd rather be able to inform someone not to interact with me and have a simple conversation(ill admit tho I was hostile when I replied to them, it was very late at night and I was pretty angry in the moment and yeah I'm sorry for that, honestly mb) about it, rather than block because it might be an honest mistake.

I've done it before someone I had blocked on discord replied to me before I reiterated I had them blocked and I didn't want them to interact with me, to which they respected that boundary and said they honestly forgot what happened- like bro... THATS HOW YOU RESPECT BOUNDARIES. If you don't want to respect others boundaries then mf... don't expect yours to be followed either if thats your honest believe.

#anti proship #anti proshipper #fuck proshippers #proship dni #anti proshitter #dni proship #fuck proshitters #proshippers dni #anti lolicon #dni proshitters #rant #god i dont like this person #rant very angry rant

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realcube · 1 year ago

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ENTRY #171 pt2

synopsis ✎ iida x reader. tenya visits you in the infirmary.

tws/tags ✎ hospital, illness and pininggg

a/n ✎ part one. for @ladycoleigh & @mirophobic

ENTRY #171

note #2 → after the fight with todoroki, (l/n) fainted. they are now awake but still suffering from dizziness, dehydration and fatigue from what i can tell. it's unclear if these symptoms are to due physcial over-exertion, quirk overuse, todoroki's powers or something else.

pausing for a moment, midoriya looks up at you, laying in the bed with tenya standing by your side, who is telling you about all the news anchors that were waiting to speak to you.

midoriya interupts by asking, "(l/n), have you ever experienced these symptoms after using your quirk before?"

by the eloquent phrasing and the fact izuku had a tight grip on his pencil, ready to start writing at any second, iida could tell that his question was an untimely attempt at information gathering. with a sharp huff of his nostrils, iida rebuked him by saying, "now is not an appropriate time for that. our dear classmate could be seriously injured and you're worried about the intricacies of their quirk? so inconsiderate."

"i'm not seriously injured. i'm fine." you correct politely, placing a hand on iida's arm, causing him to stiffen at your touch.

"oh, i'm sorry if you're not feeling well enough to answer my questions, (l/n). i'll stop bothering you." midoriya respectfully bows his head to you, then turns to tenya, "but i don't think i'm being inconsiderate. especially since i was the one that brought them flowers."

he motions to the bouquet, that had been placed into a vase on your bedside table. iida looked at it with scorn, 'why didn't i think to bring flowers?' he mentally reprimanded himself, then faced midoriya again. just as he was about to open his mouth to reply, you all here a quiet knock at the door.

"come in!" you call. the door creaks open and todoroki steps into the room, gently closing it behind him.

"it's good to see you awake, (l/n). how are you?" he asks in his usual monotone voice.

you offer a weak smile and respond, "thank you, todoroki. i'm feeling much better."

"good." todoroki nods once, then creeps closer towards your bed, "would it be okay if i asked you a question?"

"of course."

"are we long lost half-siblings?"

you choked on your own spit as soon as he uttered that. even tenya's jaw dropped and midoriya started to frantically scribble stuff down in his notebook. once the inital shock and amusement wore off, you were about to reply until iida started hasilty chopping the air, "right! that's enough questions. if the two of you can't behave normally, please leave!"

todoroki and midoriya exchanged a glance, before exiting the room, but not without flash you a sympathetic smile first. however, they didn't go because they had nothing else to say to you, but rather due to the fact that they could tell iida wanted to be alone with you.

once they had left, iida lets out a hefty sigh of relief. you giggle at this, poking his leg with your finger, "you're so strict with them."

iida's cheeks dusted pink — if you listened closely, you could even hear his engines splutter —and he choked, "i just think they should wait until you are out of the infirmary before they start bombarding you with their inquiries. it's the polite thing to do."

you smiled up at him, but he didn't notice as he stared at the bouquet, unable to meet your sweet gaze. "yeah. but i understand their curiousity. i did hide my quirk for a while." you giggled.

"i can see why you did that." he muses, idly cupping the petals of one of the flowers in his hand. "although, your quirk the potential to be very powerful. i hope you realise that."

now it was your turn to experience butterflies. "thank you, iida."

he must find it easier to talk to you with his gaze averted, because when he looked to meet your eyes, he almost had the wind knocked out of him from how angelic you were. it astounded him how even in your most dishevelled and weak state, you were still so stunning. filled with an authentic brightness and lustre he couldn't quite comprehend.

though he wanted to tell you how gorgeous you were — it felt like the right time — he couldn't muster the courage to do so. instead, he opted for, "you're an excellent classmate, (l/n). i'm honoured to have met you."

#iida x reader #iida x y/n #iida x you #iida tenya #my hero academia #tenya iida #tenya x reader #tenya x y/n #tenya iida x reader #👾fluff

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voxina · 17 days ago

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Hi Voxina, sorry to bother you. I'm the same anon who asked you a while back about a blog and you replied in the tags. Feel free to answer in the tags again if you prefer.

This is related to a question you got a few days ago about the rumors around H&L’s relationship. I'm asking because you're one of the most objective blogs here.

https://www.tumblr.com/caralara/789225905803362304/so-current-takes-on-larry-because-me-personally?source=share

I used to follow this other blog for a while because I liked the breakdown they did about BBG. But now that I’ve recently come back to the fandom and they showed up on my dash again, I realized they’re one of the blogs that believes (and I guess spreads) the idea that H&L are in a non-exclusive relationship, and apparently H has dated and done stuff with several women, and L has been seeing a non-famous guy, blah blah blah.

They say they have reliable sources that align with what Deuxmoi reports, especially about H.

Do you know if they're actually reliable or trustworthy? Like I said, I used to follow that account because their takes were coherent, but now I’m not so sure. Thank you for answering!

Hi, nonnie!

You're not bothering me at all.

I've never followed that blog for various reasons. Let's just say we see things quite differently on many topics, or, if we agree, we have a very different approach to the way we express our ideas. They're not one of those larries I align myself with. Each to their own, of course. But I blocked their accounts on Twitter years ago. Just saying…

This preface was necessary to tell you that I don't know the person behind that blog well enough to be able to tell you how reliable or trustworthy it actually is, but the little I know about them would make me take everything they say with a huge grain of salt. We should always do this, but with certain accounts, even more so. I mean, anyone can say anything until proven otherwise. And we know perfectly well how that happens all the time in this fandom.

Not to mention that, if I knew details about Harry and Louis's private and intimate life, as in this case that account implies, I certainly wouldn't post anything on internet, perhaps even bragging about knowing something most other fans don't, no matter how protected by anonymity I may be, comfortably sitting behind my keyboard. So, PERSONALLY, I would never share information like this, fully aware of the likely implications such info would have within the fandom and beyond, even if I 100% knew it's true. But above all, out of the enormous respect I have for both Harry and Louis.

The question I answered a few days ago and the anon referenced is this, in case anyone was wondering.

#ask answered #harry and louis relationship #fandom discourse #fandom discussion

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kirinjaegeste · 2 months ago

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Here's another wip, continue of my first(Still in the rough stages, I'm actually gonna change pov to tobirama because the flow later calls for it. When I get the first chapter posted on ao3 I'll tag it in these first 2-3 posts)

Izuna felt like throwing up. So he did.

His knees and hands hit the ground of something cold and white, and he emptied his stomach right there.

At first he thought he was dead, but he was in too much pain for that to be true. Then his mind went blank as he tried to focus on anything but his vision swimming and body swaying. He closed his eyes to try and focus on another sense, and that's when he heard the boy.

“Oh my god, I can't believe that worked!”

“What…what happened?” Said a familiar voice, but he didn't have the brain power to place it.

“I teleported us! I had only done it like, once before, but it worked!”

“Teleported? How'd you learn that ability?”

“Uuhhhh…” the boy sounded scared, and Izuna’s brain kicked in when he remembered the boy was an Uchiha, and suddenly he was standing and glaring at the last person he wanted to see right now.

“Don't you touch him!” He growled, jumping between the boy and his personal arch nemesis.

“I was just asking him a question.” The asshole responded blandly, like Izuna was being the irrational one here.

“I don't trust you to not have ulterior motives!”

“What about my question would imply I have an ulterior motive besides what I asked?”

Izuna wasn't coherent enough to come up with a response to something that logically made sense, so he just glared.

“It's just an ability I gained with my Mangekyo.” Said the boy.

Tobirama frowned but Izuna was too caught off guard to study that reaction, as he turned at the kid. “You have the Mangekyo?”

“How would your Sharingan have an ability to manipulate space-time?” Tobirama demanded. “Can all Sharingan's do that?”

“No, just the Mangekyo.”

Izuna gapped at the kid for answering.

“Can all Mangekyo do that?” Asked Tobirama.

“Not that I know of.”

“Shut up!” Izuna finally spit out. “Why are you answering him?!”

“What? He already knows this stuff, half his research was on the effects the Sharingan had on the Uchiha.”

Izuna stared at him, because this was new information. When he looked at Tobirama for confirmation, he looked equally confused.

The boy seemed to pause. “Wait, has that not happened yet?”

Tobirama suddenly looked serious, and his eyes narrowed at the kid. Izuna's hackles went up, prepared to defend his clan member if his enemy tried anything. “What exactly do you mean by that? What did you do?”

The boy threw his hands up. “It was an accident! Mostly…” Even Izuna could hear the hesitation in the kid's voice. The look Tobirama was giving him must have inspired the kid to vomit more information. “I wasn't supposed to go that far back! Just when Madara attacked the village with the Kyuubi!”

This time Izuna did turn to him, almost too fast to keep him upright, but his stubbornness for answers was doing the job. “What?!” He yelled, overlapped by Tobirama’s exclamation as well. “What village?! Madara wouldn't do that! He only cares about our people!”

“I wouldn't put it past him to attack an innocent village.” The asshole Senju said without the decency to mumble it.

“No he wouldn't!” Izuna yelled. Try fighting that logic, Senju!

Tobirama didn't look impressed.

“He did!” Insisted the traitor Uchiha. “Ever since his brother died, he just stopped seeing reason and went off the deep end, then made it his personal mission to punish everyone.”

“No he hasn’t! In fact, he keeps hoping for peace with that evil Senju who tries to trick him to let his guard down!”

“My brother actually wants peace.” Stated Tobirama, like that was the end of the argument. “But the Uchiha never will, and your brother is the one who will stab mine in the back.”

Izuna opened his mouth to come back with a smart reply, which he had, when the boy gasped loudly.

“Brother?! Are you, um, what's his name…?”

“Izuna?” The bastard Senju supplied. Izuna glared at him, like saying his name was a personal slight.

“Yeah! Izuna!” The boy seemed to brighten. “Maybe I didn't fuck up after all!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Izuna groaned, tempted to roll his eyes, but he didn't think the increasing migraine would appreciate that.

“If you're still alive, then he won't go crazy and attack the village or try to control the Kyuubi or get this insane idea to destroy the world and throw us into a dream world!”

And that was the instance where Izuna realized this kid was crazy.

“That sounds rather unbelievable, kid.” Tobirama said.

Izuna glared at him. “Stop agreeing with me!”

Tobirama had the gall to look at him like he was crazy. Didn't the asshole know what Izuna was thinking?

“I think you need to lie down…” started the kid. “You're bleeding from your head and I think you have a concussion.”

“My bleeding is not concussed!” He yelled, making sure not to wobble when he turned on the kid.

Tobirama, the asshole, decided to ignore Izuna. Which, rude. “How do we know you're telling the truth?”

The kid became flustered and looked around. “Uh, um, ah…” then some kind of white, tree trunk tentacle thing pulled out a scroll from his pocket. Izuna wanted to throw up again, because it looked like the Mokutan, only creepier. The boy seemed to not be phased as he brightened and took it like it was from someone else's appendage. “Here! This is yours!” He handed it to Tobirama, which made Izuna try to hold the kid back, but was too slow to grab him, which just left him bewildered. “I found it in the Hokage Archives. It has your notes or something, it's how I found out about Uzushio and the space-time scroll they had.”

“You've been to Uzushio?” Questioned the Senju, taking the scroll. Tobirama suddenly looked surprised when he touched it, then opened and began reading it, ignoring everything else. Izuna watched as several emotions crossed the Senju's face, then landed on contemplative. He looked back up. “What's your name, kid?”

“Obito. Uchiha Obito.”

“And you're saying you're from the future?”

A lot more dialog heavy, but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#naruto #senju tobirama #tobiizu #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #tobirama senju #izutobi #soot #a soot

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nightlyrequiem · 9 months ago

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hiya requiem !!

okay sooh kinda stupid request BUTTT can i request something along the lines of running a rival cartel against Val .. then she finds you sellin on her block and she thinks ur jist mad stupid because like?? ( ・－・)

butttt then when she messes ya up and like kidnaps you or wtv you're like 'i sold here for your attention not for money' yaknow?? (∩_∩)

then we just have confuzzled Valeria, pining 😞

soz if this is too specific !!! as always thanks soso much in advance :3

-🃏🌀⭐️

Hiya Jester!!

I love this request. Writing a dumb little lovesick reader inconveniences Valeria just to get her attention is so fun.

No worries! I actually super love when requests are specific!

Ugh. I need her to beat the living daylights out of me like literally

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Mentions of Drugs, Mild Violence, Mostly Lighthearted Stuff

Attention Seeker

"What do you mean nobody is buying from you?" Valeria growls dangerously. Scowling at one of her dealers as he shifts uncomfortably, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her fury.

"It's not just me." He says quickly. "The others are struggling for customers, there's another cartel that just popped up - real small though, practically just a gang." He continues quickly.

"Why is this the first time I'm hearing about it?" Valeria snaps. There's a threat to her business and nobody thought to tell her? "Who is running it?" She demands. When she gets her hands on them, she is going to skin them. The audacity they have to encroach in on her territory.

"... I'm not sure, some woman." He replies quietly, he seems to relax a bit now that Valeria has someone else to be mad at. That's usually how it goes. People playing hot potato with Valeria's anger.

The presence of competition explains why the market has been dry lately. She's going to find her and crush her like a bug. Watch her insides spill out. Valeria turns back to the man. Face twisted into it's usual dark scowl.

"How did you find out who it was?" she asks impatiently.

"Well... she was the one selling." He admits. "I asked her about it and she said she pulled together a few people to start up a 'business.'"

Valeria looks at him blankly. "You were face to face with this woman and didn't think to kill her." She says, astounded by this man's incompetence. "Or at the very least bring her to me. You just... walked away."

The man grimaces and avoids her gaze. "She was very friendly, and open with information I didn't know what to do."

"Get out."

Valeria sits at her desk rigidly. Limbs stiff with anger. For weeks she's been losing money and she had no clue why. Just to find out it's because she's being upsold by some... friendly woman? "Oh, I just pulled together some people for a fun business adventure selling hard drugs in someone else's established territory, hee-hee." Nobody just randomly wakes up one day and decides to form a cartel. Nobody can just do that. It takes intelligence, and skill, and power. Valeria worked her ass and tits off to get to where she is, and this woman thinks she can just stroll in like life is sweet? Valeria clenches her fists and takes some deep breaths.

Three days later she's prowling the block you were spotted on. She got your description from that dealer and now she waits. Her men wait in a black, nondescript car nearby, waiting for her signal. People go about their days. Families out on strolls with their children, paying no mind to the armed men around them. This is their normal. Anything else would only disrupt things. There. She watches you stride out from an alley. Valeria would have never been able to tell that you sell drugs. Yet there you are, paper bags clutched in one hand. You don't even notice Valeria as you walk by. Moving with a purpose. Intent to sell.

Valeria follows after you. You're so dumb that you don't even look over your shoulder. That's when she grabs you. She slaps a hand over your mouth and roughly drags you away. You attempt to struggle but Valeria curls her lip into a sneer at how physically weak you are. The car squeals up next to the both of you and the door opens, a large man bags your head and hauls you inside. Slamming the door behind him.

Your vision is obscured to beige blurs as your shoved to the floor. It's hard and cold. A place that never sees the sun. You try to stand when you get kicked in the ribs, sending you sprawling. Air is pushed from your lungs in a painful gasp. Another sharp kick is delivered.

"Stop!" You wheeze.

The bag is pulled from your head, allowing you to see the room and your attacker. It's Valeria, who looks nothing short then pissed. "Who do you think you are?" She snarls. Her foot lands painfully in your stomach and your vision swims. She grabs you by the hair and roughly tilts your head back to look at her. "Do you think you're smart? trying to sell on my turf? Stupid bitch."

"Valeria." You mumble. Body relaxing at the sight of her. She's even prettier up close. High cheekbones, the beginnings of crow's feet, dark eyes. What a woman.

Valeria is taken aback by your expression. Her brows furrowing at your lack of fear.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that?" She asks sharply. Do you not believe she's a threat? "You aren't going to be so happy when I beat the shit out of you, coño."

"I can't believe it." You gush, lips twisting into a wide grin. "You noticed me!" Your laugh is piercing and ecstatic. Valeria lets go of you and takes a step back.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice is laced with frustration. You sit up straighter and smile at her like she just handed you a million dollars.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you!" You say. "I admire you so much. You're so strong, I mean, I don't know of any other woman who does something like this. Running a cartel? And using a fake identity? God, you're brilliant!"

Valeria stares at you, not even sure how to respond. Should she hit you again? "Why were you selling on my territory?" She demands. "You think you can just take my money like that?"

"Oh no, I'm not doing this for money." You shake your head, voice full of disinterest. "I tried to find other ways of getting close to you, but your people are so unfriendly. I tried to join your cartel but they pulled a gun on me and told me to 'get the fuck out of here.'" You explain. Just casually dropping this information.

Hearing that you wanted to be close to her raises major alarm bells in her head. She unholsters her pistol and aims at it you threateningly.

"Why do you need to be closer to me?" she asks. "You a fed?"

You frown. "No. I just really admire your work."

"I don't understand."

She stiffens when you stand. "I want to be just like you." You say. Your eyes dart over her face, drinking in her features like well-aged wine. "I want to apart of your life."

Valeria understands there may just be something wrong with you. she lowers her gun but doesn't drop it. Still not fully convinced you aren't a threat.

"You came here and trespassed... to get my attention. You wanted me to seek you out." She reiterates flatly. "Just to make sure I'm understanding correctly."

You smile and nod. Glad she finally gets it.

"Exactly." You reply calmly.

Valeria isn't sure how she feels about that. You're strange and not well, clearly. But she's never had someone so interested in her that they'd put themselves in danger just to meet her. It makes her feel powerful. In control. "Is that it?" She asks boredly. "You just wanted my attention?"

"Yes."

"Well you got it." She says with annoyance. Rebolstering her gun. "If I catch you selling drugs again, I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your head, do you understand me?" Valeria gets in your face, trying to intimidate you. Instead, she just witnesses your pupils dilating.

"Sure." You nod, sounding breathless. Valeria doesn't know if it's because you were kicked in the ribs or something else. "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

Valeria recoils, expression souring. "No." She says bluntly. Turning away from you. She'll have one of her men relocate you.

"Please?" You plead, sounding pathetic. "Just one date? There's this amazing restaurant and lounge on fifth, I'll pay."

"I'm not going out with you." she grunts. She still hasn't called in her men.

"Then can I work for you? I have a way with people, I can make you so much money as a dealer."

That offer certainly piques her interest. You have a point, she thinks. You're pretty and friendly and she can see that doing well with drug addled clients.

She puts a hand on her hip while she considers your hopeful expression. Valeria imagines what it would be like to have someone so infatuated with her working under her. she'd have your guaranteed loyalty. A part of her also likes the way it feels.

"Fine." She relents. "But if you fuck up even once, you're gone."

You smile happily. Looking like an idiot.

#cod mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x fem!reader #modern warefare ii

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maoisarap · 4 months ago

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read this pinned before doing anything! <3

about rumi ☆

i'm a yapper, so i apologise if this is long, hehe~

rumi! 14.04! they/them only!

autistic. schizophrenic. depressed. hpd. disabled physically and mentally (has way too many other issues to type out, the mentioned ones are the mains to keep an eye out) and therefore housebound most of the time, unless it's hospital visits, emergency family runs to shops or emergency family runs to other family.

english server player of ensemble stars!!

i like to edit, and yap about my more-than-boyfie, hehe~!

will vent/rant sometimes, apologies for it. i get anxious and everything a lot and the voices don't help...

fictoromantic of mao isara and fictionkin of subaru akehoshi! (although, i do have a 'self insert' to use.)

deals with hallucinations.

has three mindsets: normal mindset is just, well, typing normally and such. stimmy stim mind mode mindset is the hyperactive childlike and super-happy mindset, will type like a child because of it. the sad mindset is when i go into a blank mode due to the evil voices of the mind and vent thoughts type-loud (instead of out loud? hehe.) because i can't speak out loud irl due to them. please be nice nice about this all! and with this information: i'm using the title thingy on the account bit to show which three moods i am in of these!

i like adding tags to posts even though most of the time it's unnecessary, i do apologise for that part! but also - adding tags is stimmy!

other account i run! wahey!: @find-selfshippers

uses gifs and screenshots and etcetera of my mao isara because it's the best way for me to show how i am feeling at that moment! don't tell me to do otherwise, kindly ask of thee, please. plus, irl mao let's me do so, and if you don't likey, then you can unfollow or ignore me. simple as that. plus everything i post is mao isara related anyway, so of course he'll be appearing in said posts either way! he's my loverboy!

again, i am fictoromantic/riako! i will use these tags too due to the fact that i add them as a reminder to tell people about what i am as identification and such!

please be patient with me if i take too long in replying back to anything! (asks, messages, and etcetera). i'm already bad at socialising as is and trying to get better, but rushing me to answer you won't help me with my process! thankies~

if you reblog my non fictoship but still related mao posts: ~do not~ tag them as mao related ships except for: izumao (mao isn't sure whether to stay as friends or be qpp's with him-!), shumao (qpp!) with any trickstar member (qpp!), keimao (qpp!). especially don't tag the sakuma from the knights unit in my stuff that you reblog. thanks. (read dni and trigger for why.) (except for izumi and keito: i say this because mao and i share the same qpp's!)

about fictoship ♪

mao isara of ensemble stars is my only romantic loverboy!

been together romantically since 8th september 2021!

getting married on the 10th of february 2026!

he exists in real life too, he isn't just a game guy to me!

we're both very cheesy and soft, sometimes silly together, too! if you ever wanna talk to maomir, then you can, and i'll hand my phone over to him, hehe~!

do not interact ﹅

other mao isara shippers if you like him in a romantic and/or qpp sense! familial and/or other platonic-like ways are okay!

r*tsumao shippers. a lot of you seem to hate me just because i find r as a trigger because of personal issues and reasons that he reminds me of.

r*tsu kinnies that are like the above.

proshippers and anyone else who falls on this line. i have just learned recently what those words mean, and i don't feel comfortable with what you make and do, please step away from me kindly!

anti-selfshippers. why are you here? i'm a fictoromantic selfshipper, hehe~

people who have anything against trickstar. why are you hating on the bubs? they're just vibing with life and finding out who they are together!

people who call mao isara boring/plain/"only exists for a filler." his character is as interesting as anyone else, just read about him and see.

ableist people, people who wish to have a disability and etcetera. disabilities are not a joke! they're not fun to have, it's a daily struggle!

racists/homophobes (against ALL genders and and sexualities variety), and etcetera. i support my siblings of colour and gender/sexuality and respect who they are. plus, i'm part of the lgbtqiaa+ anyway! and people of colour aren't horrible people, they're just living and breathing like we do, learn it!

my triggers 𑁍

r sakuma from unit knights.

spiders, moths, butterflies.

femstars – again, due to personal reasons (dysphoria and such!). there's a difference between hating versus triggering. please respect... <3 arashi doesn't count, though. (it's okie if you hc them, but please respect? smsjsk)

dogs, horses, donkies – real life ones more so. especially videos of. due to trauma.

metal, coins and such but honestly that's more so physically. sksjsk i just don't like how the mind can immediately sense the smell of them through pics and it's... ick.

if you have a tag you use for any of these, please do tell! or use #rumi don't look !

#pinned intro #enstars #ensemble stars #??? SKSJSL #yume intro #fictoromantic intro #yume #ficto

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drkbluedream · 2 years ago

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Run

- you went to a bicycle tournament even if you aren't interested in it. Even a bit. But that day, your friend invited you to watch him race.

(Ik he already have a gf but lets just forget about her and create alternative universe please)

It's burning hot that day. The sun is having fun burning people. Maybe coming there is a bad decision after all. But remembering that your group of friends who come all the way from Busan to the place around you, just for bike tournaments, it'll be too harsh for you not to cheer for them. The match of your friends team is already done. Looks like they won. While you want to go meet up with your friends, you stumble across someone who is really attractive.

You look at him from far. Thinking what should you do to get his information. Then you saw people taking pictures with some cyclists. Taking deep breath, you walk to him and approach him.

"Hey, you look great on race today. Can I take pictures with you?" You said. Trying to be confident. Even tho only God knows how scared and shy you are that time.

The guy's head tilted a bit as if he was questioning you. He didn't say anything, makes your confidence drop. You want to take it as rejection but even before you could walk away, the guy replied , "my team turn hasn't come yet but sure"

That's how you stand there in embarrassment. Maybe it's a price to pay for trying a good looking man. The guy looks around 180cm, with short fluffy black hair that almost covers his eyes, long lashes, eyes that looks dead, and face what show he don't give a fuck of world. Totally your type.

You took some selca with him and left with his insta id. When he leaves, you can see a huge logo printed on his back. A bird with flowers? "Humming bird.. maybe I should stay a bit."

That's how your story starts. Not a beautiful story. From tagging him on Instagram story, to manipulating him to give his phone number. Pestering him everyday.

From what you know, his name is Jay Jo and his uncle is some short of cyclists champion? He is really hard to approach. Dry texter and he is weird. But you can see he try. He replied to everything almost immediately. Isn't that cute?

You never ask about his personal life. So you don't know he really is. Plus you think it doesn't matter. That's what you thought. Until today come.

Today is a hell day. You run away from home after a big fight with your mom. The new day has almost come so there's not much shop open around you. Also you, who leave every personal stuff at home, can't afford to stay anywhere. Yeah you forgot to bring your bag that has your wallet, bike key, charger, etc. You are alone in the middle of the night, at the park, only with your phone. Probably heaven really mad that you fight with your mom, the badluck streak doesn't end there.

Your phone, the only thing you have right now, only has 20 percent of battery. If you use it consistently, for sure it won't live till the next day. You sigh. You don't know where to stay. Most of your friends live miles away from your place. You who don't have a single penny, can't go anywhere. Your friends who live around here, mostly stay out of town to continue studying. So it's just you alone.

You become more restless until you see Jay like one of your stories. A few minutes ago you uploaded a story saying that you might be gone for a while. Well it's directly for the 'fans' of yours. You might be unable to show up on Instagram so you don't want any of them to wonder where you have been. Last time you went without saying anything, the aftermath you got is something you can't handle.

You look at Jay's profile who is currently online. Based on his following, he looks like he knows some of the mutual there. The possibility of him staying around you is also high. Maybe he can help?

You slide to his profile and start to chat with him.

"Hey Jay, sudden request. Do you have an extra charger? Can I borrow your charger?"

Jay is typing...

Pfft. See? He immediately replied.

"Yeah. Are you going to pick it up?"

"Yeah. Where do you live?"

He then sent his location. The reason you don't really pester into his personal life is because he never asks about yours. So you see there's no reason for you to start if. It's inappropriate too for you.

"I will arrive in a bit"

You send the chat before you start walking. It's around 15 minutes walk. You haven't eaten since yesterday so you don't really have energy left. So you walk at a slow pace. Hoping you didn't make him wait long.

You received a call.

"Jay..?" You were wondering why he called you. Did you take too much time? You answer the call. You didn't say anything because you want to let him talk first. But the other end also didn't say anything.

"Yeah?" You asked.

"You take your time. Where you at?" He asked. So cold. You can feel his coldness.

"Uh.. xxxx" you name the place based on the map.

"It's near. Should I pick you up?" He offered. You guys aren't that close and you have trouble so you refuse.

"It's going to rain" he said and immediately hung up.

You just stand there, stunned by his action. You look up and try to confirm his word. But it's the middle of the night. No way you can see the difference. But did he know? Yeah whatever it's not your concern.

In front of you, there's a tall building. "Oh, he lives in a condo". While u are mesmerized by the place, a black cat comes to your leg and meows at you. The cat immediately got your attention. Definitely the cutest cat ever. You squat down to play with it.

"You should've told me if u arrived" a pair of legs stopped in front of you and the cat. You look up and it's Jay.

You stand and look at him. He doesnt look like he is ready to sleep. He's all dressed up like he is from somewhere. In his hand, there's a paper bag. Noticing you looking at it, Jay immediately hands it over to you.

"Thank you" you look into the bag. It's a brand new USB cable and power bank. You look at him confused. "It's new...?"

"Yeah. I don't know if the one I have right now can function properly or not" he bites his lips and looks away. Ah he looks so cute.

"Well if you just let me know, I will just buy a new one for myself you know." You feel guilty. Who doesn't? You definitely trouble him.

"My fault for replying without checking properly. Plus I'm on my way home" he said.

Oh.. I see.

You just nodded. "Well I owe you". As soon as you want to take steps to leave, it starts to rain. You let go of a really heavy sigh. Today is definitely not yours.

"You can stay at my house for a bit" his words stop your steps. You were shocked. Is he for real?

"Are you sure Jay?" You look at him, trying to see if he's telling the truth.

He nodded. "You look like you aren't in a position to say no after all. Why don't I lend some hand?" He added. You moved by him. "I saw you walk means you don't have or take any transport. You must be tired. Plus it's raining. I'm not cruel for letting someone walk in the rain."

Not only does this guy have a good appearance, he only has a good heart. His family raised him well. You hope you didn't judge too fast.

You just follow him to his unit. Jay's condo security system.. you can say it's quite too much. Lobby, then the lif, and even each floor needs an access card. Is he rich? You ask yourself.

"I need to take something at the carpark. You can enter first" he said. He gave you his password to enter his unit. Why did he trust you so much?

You leave that question aside. Maybe you don't have to know. Maybe it's not the time for you to know yet.

You enter his unit and it's nothing like you expected from him. It's dark yet so clean and lacks furniture. It looks cold. There's no coach or place to sit except the food table. It's quite big but it's so.. quite. So you just sit on the floor without saying anything after plugging in to charge your phone.

You zoned out while thinking about the 'curse' you got. There's much more problems you have and the fight with your mom is your last straw. Maybe you should've just gone from the world and stop trying to survive.

You heard someone unlock the door and you can see Jay walking in. The first thing that came to your mind was "welcome home".

He was stunned. He looked at you without moving for awhile. his ears slowly glowing red. "I'm.. home" he said. Trying to hide his face. He put two pieces of plastic on the table. You can smell fried chicken from it. You peak in interest.

"You should eat. You can take a bath either before or after. Up to you" Jay said as he tried to avoid eye contact. You didn't mention it. You were thinking if you should eat first or take some bath first.

"Can I borrow your towel?" You decided to take a shower first. Knowing you'll get cold chicken, you rather eat that than eat with Jay while being smelly.

But your question makes Jay stunned. He bites his lips and slowly looks at you. "Do you mind sharing a towel with me? I forgot to buy a new one"

That's when it hits you. This whole house is his. Everything is his. Only you are yours. Sharing a towel, soap, shampoo, fragrance, everything is an opportunity. You nod to his question. He brings you to his toilet and you take a bath there.

You can hear Jay's doing something in the kitchen. Chopping, blending, tf he doing? Then he quit a bit. Well none is your concern. After a while, you go out with a towel. Outside, he prepared your clothes to wear. How ironic that he is definitely bigger than you.

You are unsure why his clothes look so big on you. He is indeed taller but you guys sizes look basically the same. If anything, it's impossible to wear something larger than yours. It's definitely a scene straight from drama. So cliche.

While you walk entering the living room, seeing Jay already sits on the floor with a mini table open. There's a friend's chicken and friend rice you believe Jay is cooking just now. He looks like a lost child while waiting for you. The mini towel got your attention.

"When did you take a bath?"

"Just now" he answered. Didn't intend to reply more than that. So you just nod and sit in front of him. Maybe you don't have two know.

"You drink?" He asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I want to take the day off tomorrow. Drink with me" he then put a few cans of beer on the table. He just grin while looking at you. He is definitely the cutest.

"Thank you" you took one of the beers and drank it. Jay just looks at you without saying anything. He takes one of the chickens and puts them on a plate that has been served in front of you. You guys start eating and drinking.

He isn't as quiet as you think he is. He does talk. But not a lot. And he isn't awkward or cold. You're glad you can see his new side. He looks so cute this way. You hope that you are the only one who can see Jay acts this way.

"Why did you help me?" That question accident slipped your mouth. Maybe you drink too much. He stopped eating and looked at you.

"Is that wrong? Helping you?" He looks so confused.

"You can just say no" you start bickering. This is definitely why people stop asking you to join for drinks. You start a fight.

"I have a hard time saying no." He replied calmly.

"Then you gonna help everyone that comes to you?"

He shook his head. "Only you. I only have a hard time saying no to you". He said that without looking directly into your eyes. But you can't sense lies from his voice.

"Issit because you think I'm pathetic?" You ask but Jay didn't reply. But he stops eating and looks at you. " It's not because you want to take advantage of me right?"

"You drunk" Jay takes away the beer from your hand. Unsatisfied by how he didn't answer your question, you grab his hand make him pulled to you and almost fall on the table.

"Answer me"

He tries to run his eyes from you but you are irresistible. "If you allow me then I don't mind" he then pecks your forehead before pating your head, then back sitting opposite from you.

That action is enough to make you shut up. He's well aware of your feelings and isn't in the phase of wanting a girlfriend but he also doesn't want to take your feelings easily and he didn't play with you. Maybe he is giving you a chance to grab his heart.

Jay, who just makes you stunned just now, chuckle seeing how you stopped moving and having a shocked face. He feels like you are so cute. He then wants to continue eating but who expects you will stand up and jump on him? He definitely didn't expect it.

You on top of him, holding both of his hands, while putting your weight on his stomach. He grunts as your body hits him suddenly and it makes him fall on the floor. But seeing you on top of him, and your face really close to him, he starts becoming shy. He looks aside and you can see how red his ears have become.

"y/n, what are you doing?" He said without looking at you. You can see Jay red getting red and redder for every second pass you leave his question hanging. He can't handle the quiet atmosphere you decide to give. So he faces you again and you who have been waiting, start to kiss him.

Whoever sees this scene, will definitely judge you for your actions. Who actually jumps on people and kisses them? That's such an immoral actio-- I would.

The kiss starts with your lips touching his and after it, he starts to open his mouth, then leads you with his tongue. You didn't expect how good he is in kissing. The kiss is so sensual that your hand that holds your weight almost gives up. Noticing how your hand starts shaking, Jay easily breaks from your prison.

You fell on him and it makes all your body weight on him. You can feel every breath his take, how fast his heartbeat is and how hot he is right now. Jay wrapped his hand around your head before sitting and it makes you sit on his lap. He tucked your hair behind your ear to see you better.

His eyes linger on your face as he is just massaging your neck then his eyes stop on your lips. You can see how he tries to hold himself from kissing and eat you alive. But you can't take it anymore. You wrapped your arm around his next and played with his soft fluffy hair before pulling his hair closer to you kiss him again. You take the lead. You control his tongue movement and teach him how you like it. He seems to just follow your lead while his hand slowly goes lower and lower then ends up around your waist.

You can feel something poke on your sensitive part down there. You don't have to look by yourself you already know what it is. It makes you feel pure happiness. The guy you like got turned on just by kissing you.

Noticing he accidentally poked you, he immediately panicked. "I need to go to the toilet" he said as he wanted to push you off his lap. He covers his face using his hand and tries to not look at you.

You were confused by his actions. "Was it because of this?" You start to touch his bulge, teasing him. You can see how it's growing and getting harder.

He bit his lips that plumped just by kissing you. He slowly nodded. But you still won't let him go. Without asking, you start rubbing him with yourself and satisfy yourself. You rub your clit with his bulge and move back and forward with your own pace. He tries to hold his voice in that he starts to let heavy breath. He is trying his best to not let any sinister voice out but he seems to fail. He threw his head to the back and only let one of his hands support him from falling while another one covered his eyes. He let out a cute grunt as you try to massage it using your hand.

He closes his mouth with his hand and looks at you between the gaps of his finger.

Omg he is such a baby girl.

"Please don't do this to me" he said. His eyes are lost in pleasure and you can see he is sweating as if he just finished running. His Adam apple moves up and down as he gulps the saliva.

"I.. didn't do anything?" You said innocently. But your hips didn't stop. You close. Really close. But it's not enough. You need something in you.

Jay lost patience as he lifted you up and put you on his shoulder, bringing you to his bedroom without opening any light and throwing you on his bed. He didn't even bother closing the door or locking the room. You can see he's panting as he stands in front of the bed.

"Can you stay here for a while?" He asked nicely. As if he is begging you to not throw and tantrum. But you know if you let him go then there's no second chance. Right now is the time.

"Where did you wanna go?" You lie down and hide half of your face. Acting like you sad when you know damn well most of your skin is exposed by the impact he throws at your bed.

"I need to calm myself down"

"Then how about me?" You asked. Even if you can't see him clearly, you know that he is dead red. As you are waiting for his response, you can see his Adam's apple move. "Same like you, I'm wet down there too"

"Will you allow me?"

You nodded.

You can see Jay a bit hesitant by your words but his hand says otherwise. He tried to reach you but he didn't move.

"We are drunk. You will regret it later"

"Then let's regret it later" you said. It's obvious you can't wait.

He comes closer to you. You can see every step he takes seems heavy. Looks like he reconsidered his decision every step. "Jay.. I only want you because I love you" you give the last shot.

He climbs on bed and topps you. He looks at you with guilt and with lust. You can tell he is fighting himself inside his mine.

"What do you like about me?" He asked. He looks straight into your eyes. He tries to not touch you before getting grasped the whole situation.

You touch his face that's really close to you. "you have a good looking face. Nice body. Tall. Fair skin" you stop. "Fluffy hair" you added.

"All is my type" you said to him. "and I really love the fact you are acting cold towards everyone else. I know you aren't acting. You just don't know how to show affection."

Jay's face softened. Satisfied by your answer. He pushes your hair on your forehead before giving a quick peck on it. He starts kissing you from your forehead, down to nose, then to your lips. His hand trail your face down to your neck then stop on the top of your chest. He looks at you.

You grab his hand and put it on your boobs. Showing him that it's fine to touch you. Not enough, you took off your shirt, leaving you only with bra and undies. You enjoy every moment his large hand gropes your fine toned boobs. You can see that Jay is also enjoying the moment as you can feel Jay's bulge growing bigger than before.

You don't want the moment to stop and leave you hanging like just now. It's very annoying when your climax gets denied istg. You unzip his pants and take out his dick. Maybe because he is athletic, you can see his veins around his cock.

Jay look at you. Waiting for your comment. He is curious whether you like it or not. As he sees your eyes open wide, he chuckles and goes in for a kiss once more. His breath left as you start massaging him. It makes his hands weak. Having direct contact with your skin with his sensitive spot makes him weaker more than him thought.

You feel it cute when Jay tries to hide his moan and starts to breathe heavily. "Ah-" a moan slipped your mouth as Jay suddenly bit your neck.

Why did this man act like an animal suddenly?

"Sorry" he apologizes. Licking the place on your neck that he bit. Jay is bold with lifting one of your legs to his shoulder. Close to his face, he licks and kisses your calves. The view you see right now is to die for. You wish you could snap this pic on your phone and save it as a memory but you have your phone outside.

What a shame.

As he rubs your claves and things, his hand starts to rub your inner thigh, carefully. He plays around your clit outside your undies. He's making sure that you get used to his touch before going for it. But suddenly he flinches and he grabs both of your hands that have been touching his dick. You can see his delicious banana is leaking precum. "Bad hands" he said.

Jay locks your hand and pushes it to the top of your head. Making you can't move. He takes out your pants. Using his own spit, he enters your pussy using his hand. You can feel he playing around inside of you with his finger. He spread your pussy before adding another one. His thumb is playing with your clit to give you more sensation.

You can't keep your mouth shut by letting your pants out. Your eyes start to roll back when he licks and bites your nipple. You can hear he start purring. It's weird for you. But it's cute.

"Jay- stop-" you said. Urging him to stop. You feel something weird. He was confused by your request. "I might pee" you continue. But he didn't stop. Yet his hand starts moving faster as he looks at your face while biting your nipple.

"Jay Jay Jay!!" You repeatedly call out his name but he continues. "Ah-" your hips flinch as you start leaking some liquid from your pussy. Jay's hands are soaked by it. He licks you cum before kissing you.

You, who's still sensitive, start to shake when he rubs your clit once more. Your body is arching making your body touch his. You can feel something is 'kissing' you down there. You try to be calm while biting your lips but jay notices your lips start bleeding, and starts to lick the blood.

"Bite me instead" he let go of your hand and started to touch your face. He then puts his fingers inside of your mouth, doesn't let you bite your poor lips.

"You are so wet yet why are you so tight?" He grunting. You can hear the pain and pleasure from his voice. Every inch you take, you can feel your inside throbbing. And when Jay goes to the last push, you immediately can feel your inside are full.

His bare dick feels so hot as your inside touches directly to his skin. Every curve his dick has, you can feel it. It's too late to ask him to wear a condom. Because if you would, he might run to the convenience store and buy one. And there's a possibility he'll just jerk off and cool down and chicken out.

You tap his hand asking him to take out his finger inside of your mouth. As soon as he takes out, he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to his hips. Your bellow part got lift easily. But seeing you feel uncomfortable, he grabs your hand and pulls you to hug him, making you sit on him.

The weight of your body makes his dick feel so much deeper. As if you can feel it in your stomach. That's what you thought until you can feel the bulge in your stomach.

He easily helps you move and ride his delicious cock with his strength. You can see the bulge also move as you go up and down.

Jay's heavy breath turned to grunts, his sweat smells nice, his body heat makes you calm then drives you crazy, his hand on your waist, supporting you to move. Everything is perfect. Everything feels like such a dream.

"You smell sweet y/n" he said. Licking your eyes. "I want to eat you" he added. You can hear his growling softly. He kisses your cheek, licks your mouth, and ends up eating your mouth again. The whole room is full of sinister sounds that have been produced by you. Licking sounds, moan, whimpers, clapping, everything comes from you alone.

Jay starts using his hips to move you instead of his hands. He leads your legs to wrap you around nicely and you hand to hug him before you start moving again. He can't see your face but every breath you take, every whimpers and whine you make, sounds very clear to him.

The growth of his size makes you crazy once again. "How come you can be bigger and still not come?" You ask while whining like a bitch with every single word you said.

"Because you are too cute"

Jay starts to move faster as he can hear your hiccup. He got the feeling he accidentally poked your gspot and he was correct. The spot he has been poking makes you hiccup and unable to think straight. If there's a mirror there, you definitely can see how many scares you gave him.

You are surprised as he cum inside you and still hasn't grown softer. You offer him a blow job but he refuses. Saying he will take care of it by himself in the toilet.

As if you will let that right? Hshs. You guys end up having round 2 in his small bathroom. Standing makes your knees weak so he supports your weight by himself. Both of your voices fill the bathroom. Jay didn't seem like he would leave you alone after this.

Even when clearing his cum inside you, he still helps you and fingering you. Overstimulation from him makes you cry and pass out at the end.

You wake up with a strong headache. First thing you see is Jay Jo pinching your cheeks with your phone on his hand. He is taking your photo. You were shocked.

"Do you hate it?" He asked. Showing some pics of you and him while you are sleeping. "I take it on your phone so if you hate it, you can delete it later" he then gave his phone to you. "I didn't take any from my phone. So, if there's a pic of us you like, please send me"

You hold your head. Unable to proceed with the information Jay just gave. The hungover is killing you. "I--" your voice cracked.

Jay laughed. "Rest first, I will order food for you" he said, pull you closer and kiss your forehead.

...

So how do you tell him that you didn't remember anything from yesterday? And why is he being so nice this morning? Hshs..

(Notes;)K thats all. Its long ik. Im sorry. I start write this one from two months ago when i went to a cosplay event and i saw Jay Jo cosplayer. No I'm not pervert irl. It just happened this way so i figure it i should write a fic about it.

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