#I never want to make anyone uncomfortable so I take their DNIs very seriously

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Requesting something where reader works as a barista and her boss/co-worker is flirting with her like non-stop. She finally reveals to her BF Ethan about it and of course he’s livid. Ethan/GF makes a visit to the cafe to show boss/co-worker to leave y/n alone for good. Later that night Ethan reminds y/n that she is ONLY his. Please include as much smut as you deem necessary. Btw absolutely adore your writing. 💕

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I Mean It - Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your creepy supervisor threatens to get you fired after you reject his advances, so Ethan takes care of the problem.

Contains: Suggestions to murder, workplace harassment(Nothing graphic), oral - f recieving, p in v, rough-ish sex

A/N: I was going to post this earlier today but life happened haha

Ethan was the sweetest boyfriend to you. He loved to randomly buy you flowers just to see you smile, plan date days for the two of you, and he was always doing something to make you laugh, especially if you were having a bad day. He was also very protective. Whenever he’d be out with you somewhere, if he noticed that another guy was staring at you, he made eye contact until the person took the hint. God forbid anyone said anything or catcalled you because Ethan didn’t mind confronting someone. He didn’t want anyone else to think they could have you, but he also thought it was disrespectful to you.

You knew how Ethan could be, so when your new supervisor at work, Logan, started to flirt with you, you didn’t want to tell him. The last thing you wanted was for Ethan to pop in one day and say something, and with his occasional hotheaded tendencies, you were sure you’d get fired. You needed your job, especially with Ethan talking about how he wanted you to move in with him.

“Hey cutie,” Logan said, as you’d just put your apron on. “What are you doing after work today?”

“You know I have a boyfriend,” you said, brushing him off as you checked to make sure the coffee that was already brewed was still fresh. “Plus, you’re my supervisor. Don’t you think it’s a little unprofessional for you to keep hitting on me?”

“No,” he said, leaning on the counter beside you. “I can’t believe you’re with that loser.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you warned, as you once again, walked away from him. You peaked in the fridge to see what milk you needed to grab from the back, but he stayed right beside you.

“He’s not going to do anything,” he said, as you sighed in frustration.

“Seriously, Logan. Let it go. It’s never going to happen,” you said, making a mental note of what you needed before going to grab the extra milk.

He was still behind you, and you were starting to get a little uncomfortable. He was always flirting, but him following you into the walk-in cooler where no one else could see the two of you was making you nervous. You tried to push any anxiety you had to the side so you could get what you needed and get out, but once you had two gallons of milk in your hands and he stood in front of the door so you couldn’t move past him, you were starting to get mad. You huffed as you sat the milk down on one of the shelves.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you asked, staring him down as he smiled.

“I could write you up for talking to me like that…but I won’t if you let me take you out. Just once,” he said, trying to manipulate you into giving him a chance.

“Yeah, I can only imagine how that night would end,” you scoffed, as he started to smirk.

“Hopefully with you naked in my bed.”

You didn’t have time to process what you were doing before your hand connected with his cheek, the sharp sound muffled by the hum of the cooler. Your hand was stinging as you pulled it away, a red mark appearing on the side of his face as he stared at you in disbelief.

“I’m getting you fired for that,” he said, stepping away from the door as he ran his hand over his cheek. “I’ll tell the manager about this in the morning.”

“I’ll tell him about you sexually harassing me,” you snapped, grabbing the milk off the shelf and walking out of the cooler.

Your other coworkers looked at you as you walked out, noticing that you were trying to hold your tears in. You put the milk in the fridge before Logan walked out, an angry look on his face as he made his way towards you.

“I think you should go home for the rest of the day,” he said, as you took your apron off.

“Fine. I didn’t want to be here with your creepy ass anyway.”

“Expect the manager to call you in the morning,” he said, as you made your way out of the coffee shop.

On your walk back home, you knew you needed to tell Ethan. If Logan was going to get you fired anyway, you knew you’d be happier with the situation if Ethan confronted him. You dried the stray tears on your cheeks before you pulled out your phone to text him.

You: Can you come over before your late class?

Ethan: Yeah

Ethan: Wait, why aren’t you at work?

You: I’ll tell you about it when you come over.

When you made it to your dorm, you noticed Ethan standing outside of the door, waiting for you.

“That was fast,” you said, as he took in your sad appearance.

“You know I live in the next building over,” he said, as you walked up to him and rested your head against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, his hand soothingly rubbing across your back. “What happened, baby?”

“Let’s go inside and I’ll tell you,” you said, pulling away to unlock your door.

As you explained the interaction with Logan, Ethan was starting to get angry. His leg was bouncing as he tried to keep calm in front of you, but he knew that Logan needed to pay for the way he’d treated you. Ethan wouldn’t tolerate him flirting with you in the first place, but the idea of anyone thinking they’d even have a chance with you had him fuming, because you were his.

“I don’t know if I can stop by the coffee shop tonight, but I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” he lied, already having a sinister plan floating around in his head. “Maybe if you tell your manager what happened, he’ll be the one that gets fired.”

“All that man does is kiss the higher-ups’ asses, and he cornered me where he knew there weren’t any cameras,” you sighed, as he took a deep breath.

“I promise you, you won’t have to deal with him anymore,” Ethan said, as he stood up. “I’ll take care of it. But I have to run right now or I’m going to be late for class.”

“Okay,” you said, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you close. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before he pulled away. “Wait, my roommate had to go home for a family emergency. If you think you could sneak back in here tonight, I’d love to spend some alone time with you.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” he said, smirking at you. “Leave your door unlocked. I might not get here until late, but I don’t want to get caught in the hallway.”

“I will. I hope your class isn’t too boring,” you said, as he mumbled “I know it won’t be.”

It wasn’t going to be because he wasn’t going. After seeing how upset you were, and the possibility of Logan getting you fired after he harassed you, he knew what needed to happen to him. He’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you, and he’d do anything to make sure you didn’t have to see Logan’s pathetic self again.

Ethan always paid close attention to his surroundings, even when he was visiting you at work for your breaks. He’d met you at the back entrance a couple of times when you had to close…the back entrance that was never locked until the supervisor left. He knew that was his way to get in, he just needed to plan it out perfectly.

He ran to his dorm to get the things he needed, hoping Chad wouldn’t come back as he put the robe, mask, and knife in his backpack. His roommate walked in just as he’d finished zipping his bag back up.

“Hey, wanna play Mortal Kombat when you get home later?” Chad asked, as he held up the game he’d just picked up.

“No, I won’t be coming home after class. I just stopped by to grab some extra clothes,” Ethan said, as Chad shook his head.

“Don’t get caught in her dorm again,” he said, as Ethan rolled his eyes and walked out.

Ethan found a little hiding spot outside of the view of the exterior cameras of the coffee shop as he waited for his opportunity to go in. His head snapped up from his phone once he heard your coworkers talking amongst themselves as they walked out the back door. He locked his phone and slid it in his pocket before unzipping his backpack and grabbing what he needed to not get caught.

He held the knife tightly in his hand as he walked up to the back entrance and opened the door, peaking around the hallway. He noticed that the coffee shop was dark, aside from the glow of the fluorescent lighting in the manager’s office. He quietly stepped towards it, and once he made it to the doorway, he tapped the blade of his knife against the metal door frame to get Logan’s attention.

As soon as Ethan finished what he went there to do, he wiped the blood off his knife before heading towards the back exit. He slowly opened the door to make sure no one was outside before he bolted to where he was hidden before. He took off the robe and the mask and shoved it, along with the knife, into his backpack.

You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long. You almost thought he got caught by your RA, but you knew he would’ve messaged you to tell you that. You jumped when your door quickly opened as Ethan ran inside.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, as he turned to smile at you.

“Sorry. I almost got caught,” he said, his breathing heavy from all the running he’d just done.

His adrenaline was still pumping through his veins as he took in your appearance. You had the cutest little pajama set on, and he was dying to get you out of it.

“You know you’re only mine, right?” he asked, as he stepped closer to you. You noticed the dark look in his eyes as you curiously looked at him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, as he let out a light chuckle.

“You didn’t answer my question. Maybe I need to show you who you belong to,” he said, as your core started to throb at his words.

“Are you still mad about the Logan stuff? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you he was flirting with me until it got bad,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You do need to tell me when stuff like that happens, but…” he trailed off, once he noticed you laying there, clenching your thighs together. Your eyes were so needy, and you were struggling to sit still. “I think you want me to show you that your mine.”

“Mhm,” you said, as he sat his stuff down and pulled his shirt over his head.

He got on your bed and hovered over you before he leaned down to place his lips against yours. Your mouths were hungrily moving together, like you couldn’t get enough of each other. You felt Ethan start to tug at your pajama shorts as he pushed his tongue past your slightly parted lips. You lifted your hips so Ethan could slide the shorts down over the curve of your ass. As soon as he got you out of them, his fingertips gently moved up your thigh.

You whimpered into his mouth as he started to rub you over your panties. He slid them to the side to rub painfully slow circles against your needy bundle of nerves. He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t help it. He loved teasing you until you were begging him to fuck you.

“Ethannn,” you whined once he pulled away to catch his breath. “Move your fingers faster.”

He smirked at the pouty look playing on your lips as he barely changed up his pace. It was almost unnoticeable, as you gave him a ‘Really?’ look.

“Oh, you want more?” he asked, his fingers quickly rubbing against your clit. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes,” you moaned, as he started to laugh and slow his fingers. You whined in protest as he almost came to a stop. You were starting to get a little frustrated, especially after you’d thought about Ethan taking care of you in the way you needed him to the entire evening. “I thought you were going to show me who I belong to?”

His smirk dropped and his eyes got so dark at your question. You weren’t trying to piss him off, but you felt like you did as he stared at you.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, “I do so much for you.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I know you do,” as he scooted down the bed and looked at you from in between your thighs.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, before he leaned forward, his tongue licking stripes up your clit.

Your hands went to his hair as his tongue skillfully moved against you, but you still needed more. He already knew that, but he wanted you to ask him for it. You stayed quiet, not wanting to make him mad like you did before. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as you tried to hold your sounds in, because you didn’t want anyone to hear you. Ethan loved it when you were loud, but you didn’t want him to get caught in your dorm again.

He wasn’t satisfied with your silence, a low moan slipping past your lips once he sucked your clit into his mouth and started to move his head from side to side.

“Unf, fuck,” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed as he fought to hold them down. “Please use your fingers.”

He slid his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy with ease as he kept sucking on your clit. He curved his fingers just right, your legs involuntarily twitching at the feeling. Once he sucked even harder, you felt your orgasm building.

“I’m close,” you whined, as his fingers pressed harder against that spongy spot inside of you.

His eyes connected with yours as your moans kept getting louder, the feeling in the pit of your stomach getting stronger and stronger as he brought you closer to the edge. Your hands were tugging on his hair as you started to move your hips with his fingers until your entire body started to shake. He watched you fall apart as that feeling finally washed over you, your breathing shaky as you whimpered his name.

He slowed his fingers as you started to come down from your high and switched from sucking your clit to gentle licks. Once you started to pull your hips away from the slight overstimulation, he removed his fingers and sat up to look at you.

“You’re mine, right?” he joked, as you stared at him through your post-orgasm haze.

“I think so…I need you to fuck me so I can be sure,” you said, teasing him as he glared at you.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he said, sliding off the side of your bed to take his jeans and boxers off. He walked over to your bedside table and grabbed a condom before he crawled back on the bed with you.

He grabbed one of the extra pillows from beside your head and placed it under you as you lifted your hips for him. Once he slid inside of you, he gave you time to adjust to his size as he leaned down to kiss you. His tongue glided across your bottom lip as you let him deepen the kiss, but you were starting to squirm underneath him.

He started off with slow, deep thrusts. The tip of his cock was brushing against your g-spot as he caught all your moans with his mouth. Your nails ran over his back as he fucked you at a slow pace, but you were craving more. Your legs wrapped around him so he could go even deeper, but he knew what you really needed.

He pulled away to look at you as he rested on his knees, still thrusting into your soaked core.

“Are you mine?” he growled, as you nodded. “You better fucking say it.”

“Mmm, shit. I’m all yours,” you said, as he quickly sped up. His cock was slamming into you so hard that the sounds of his skin slapping against yours, along with the loud moans flooding out of your mouth, were bouncing off the walls.

His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on keeping his pace, his cheeks a rosy pink as he tried to keep his breathing as steady as he could.

You snaked your hand down to your clit, before he swatted it away and replaced it with his thumb. He was rolling circles over it, the pressure making you whimper.

Grunts were slipping past his lips as he started to drill into your g-spot even harder, your shaky hands gripping the comforter to brace yourself for your orgasm.

He knew that if the sounds already coming from your room weren’t loud enough for anyone else to hear, the sounds you were about to make definitely would be. He placed his hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as your eyebrows knitted together.

Your pussy started to flutter as you let out a loud cry against the palm of his hand, your entire body bucking as he tried to fuck you through it.

Your chest was heaving as your body started to relax, but he still kept his hand in place just in case you couldn’t be quiet as he chased his own orgasm. It didn’t take long for his hips to stutter.

“Aahh fuck,” he moaned out as he pulled his hand away from your mouth, his head falling forward as he gave a few more week thrusts, his cum filling the tip of the condom. He slid out of you and flopped on his back as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, as he turned his head to look at you. You looked like you could fall asleep in that moment, so he got up to take the condom off, and grabbed your panties and his boxers off the floor.

“Let me help you, baby,” he said, as he slid your panties back up your legs and over your hips. He slid his boxers back on before crawling in bed beside you and pulling you closer.

You moved your head to his chest, and he heard your breathing slow as he drew patterns on your back with his fingertips.

“I love you, babe,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, too,” you said softly, as you started to drift off.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand. You lifted your head off Ethan’s chest as he started to wake up, a sweet smile on his lips as his eyes stayed closed.

“Oh shit,” you said, grabbing your phone. Ethan’s eyes opened as you glanced over to him, your phone still vibrating in your hands. “It’s work.”

You hesitantly answered it, a nervous “Hello?” slipping past your lips. Your eyes went wide as you listened to your manager speak, your hand covering your mouth as you tried to process everything you were being told. Ethan was trying so hard to hold in his smile over the horrible crime he committed, but he’d do anything for you. He had no shame in that.

Once you hung up with your manager, you turned to Ethan, your eyes still wide as you tried to put into words what you were told.

“So uh, the coffee shop is a crime scene right now,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, fake confusion painted on his face.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, as your words got stuck in your throat. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Logan was murdered last night after everyone left,” you said, the shock fully hitting you once the words left your mouth. “Oh my god. That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah…I’m just happy you weren’t there,” Ethan said, as you nodded.

“Me too…I wonder what happened,” you said, as he shrugged.

“We’ll probably know something soon,” he said, as he started to laugh a little. You didn’t think it was very funny, your questioning look letting him know he needed to explain himself. “It’s not funny, but I guess you aren’t getting fired, after all. He was a scummy person…now he can’t treat anyone else the way he treated you.”

“That’s true,” you sighed as you laid your head back on Ethan’s chest.

[sumeruin]

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!

♫♪: pairing: pantalone x secretary! reader

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, noncon/dubcon, was written to be yandere but could be read without, power imbalance, pet play, lots and lots of cum play, like seriously this is mostly cum play read at your own risk, collaring (but not the actual proper kind), slight blackmail, humiliation, brief exhibitionism, lingerie, i think that’s it, but if i missed anything please let me know!!

♫♪: a/n: part two to this drabble from a while ago!!

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!

this is absolutely humiliating.

you thought you’d be able to handle it, a 10% raise on top of your already obscenely high salary for a secretary would give you enough money to move out of your apartment and get a house, maybe even in one of the nicer parts of snezhnaya, and you figured he’d be at least a little bit nicer since you were cooperative.

oh how wrong you were.

you hadn’t realized how much pantalone would enjoy prolonging your torment. every morning when you get to work ever since you agreed to the uniform change, he’s made you strip out of all your clothes, (in front of him, of course, because, as he so eloquently put it, your body already belongs to him, of course he’d want to watch his property change.) put on the skimpiest, most humiliating lingerie, kneel in front of him while he attaches your leash to your collar, and sit perfectly still while he cums all over your face, multiple times, usually, unless he’s feeling particularly merciful.

he never lets you take off the collar, either. not that you could if he did, there’s a lock on it and you watched him destroy the only key after he placed it on you. today, he seems to be feeling especially cruel, the lingerie he picked out for you is much more revealing than usual, and he decided to cum on your face three times this morning, forcing you to wear a huge amount of his release for the entire day. he chose a set today, with dark blue, see through lace over the entire thing and some leather straps that dig uncomfortably into your skin.

the worst part, though, is definitely the panties. even ignoring the fact that they’re completely see through, only covered by very thin lace, they’re crotchless, and pantalone has taken to randomly pressing this buzzing device he got from fontaine against your clit when you’re walking past him. well, he doesn’t let you walk anymore, good pets only crawl, but you don’t really have any room to protest.

today, he seems to be enjoying humiliating you a little more than usual, he’s been making you kneel on the ground next to his desk with your legs spread for the last two hours, giving anyone who opens the door a perfect view of just how depraved he’s made you look. and oh, do people open the door. he’s been ordering anyone who he has superiority over to come to his office. he even made all his recruits do their reports in his office instead of at the training ground like usual, just so that he can torment you even more. you’re just grateful he at least gave you the mercy of a cushion to kneel on, your knees definitely wouldn’t have been able to take kneeling on his hardwood floors for this long.

you’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts by pantalone’s voice, dripping with amusement and condescension and oh so mocking. he gives your leash a little tug as he speaks, effectively pulling you closer to him by the neck, and once you take the hint and crawl over to him, he grips your chin, chuckling quietly to himself at your appearance as he tilts your head side to side, thoroughly examining you. “well, my dear, how do you like your uniform? i can’t imagine that much cum is comfortable to wear on your face, especially when it’s dried like this…”

you know better than to agree with him, he’s baiting you, trying to get you to complain about your uniform so that he has an excuse to punish you. you fell for it the first couple times, but you’re slowly learning his manipulative ways. your voice rings out, so sweet and clear, knowing that he can’t stand it when you mumble. “it’s not an issue, sir.”

pantalone raises an eyebrow, smirking at you as he coos softly, his hand that isn’t holding your chin moving to stroke your hair. “aw, is that so? do you enjoy wearing my cum on your face, my dear?”

you pause a little at that. it’s obviously a trick question, your only options are to tell him that you don’t and risk being punished, or tell him that you do and risk him trying to make things worse for you. you only have one option, really, you can’t take another one of his punishments, so you speak, swallowing a little bit as embarrassment floods your body. “yes, sir, i enjoy it.”

he gets this gleam in his eyes, and you feel dread slowly clawing it’s way up your spine. he only ever looks like that when he’s planning something terrible.

“that’s good to know, darling… if you enjoy it so much, why don’t i give you more then?” he pauses, letting out a small laugh as he sees the mess he’s already made of your face. “though, i’m afraid there isn’t much room on your face… ah, i know, why don’t you tell me where you want more of my cum, dear? you surely must have a few ideas, since you enjoy it so.” he tilts his head to the side, giving you that he always does when he knows he’s won.

you gulp, thinking for a minute before you settle on your hands. it’s not like you use them for much at work anyways, and it’s a much better option than anything else. “u-um… i’d like your cum on my hands, please, sir.” you pray he can’t tell how reluctant you are as you speak, trying your hardest to mask the dread in your voice.

pantalone gives you a mocking smile, his voice so condescending when he speaks, talking down to you like a dog. “oh? you’d like to have my cum on your hands, would you? i suppose that would work… though you’ll have to clean up any mess you make, of course.” he gives your leash another tug, pulling you in between his legs as he slowly pulls his cock out. “now, pet, cup your hands underneath the tip. and why don’t you give it a kiss, hm?”

you reluctantly oblige, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his hard cock, cringing just barely when his precum coats your lips. luckily for you, he doesn’t seem to notice your slip up, too busy loosing himself in the feel of your soft lips on such a sensitive area. he sighs with pleasure, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair as he brings his other one down to stroke his cock, keeping his eyes locked on you the entire time. he’s quickly approaching his peak, and he speaks just before he cums. “beg me for it. beg me to cum on you, pet.”

you feel your humiliation and shame rising yet again, but you know you have no choice when his grip in your hair tightens ever so slightly. you take a deep breath, and then you speak, begging him so obediently, making sure you put some faux enthusiasm into your voice. “please, sir, please cum on me, i w-want it so badly, i n-need your cum, please, sir!”

with a loud, and as much as you hate to admit it? pretty sounding moan, pantalone finally cums. though, only some of it ends up in your cupped hands, most of it shoots out uncontrollably and coats your chest and stomach, the warm liquid covering you thoroughly as you cringe internally at the feeling. he sighs, leaning back in his chair as he grips your leash once again, his hand falling from your hair as he puts his cock away.

he pulls your leash taut, lifting up your body by your neck as he forces you to stand in front of him, his head getting closer to your ear as he leans in, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he speaks words that only serve to make your embarrassment worse, proving that you weren’t fooling him one bit with your little act.

“thank you for humoring me, dear. i know how unenjoyable you find the feeling of my cum.”

♫♪: tags: @mirangel, @drooluwu

[nabis-dreamscape-world]

Pictures

Hongjoong x Reader (afab) x Seonghwa

warnings: minors DNI, slight exhibitionism (acts committed outside), polyamorous, Hong calls himself daddy once, pet names (love, doll, baby), one harsh name call (whore), fingering, very slight edging/orgasm denial, light Dom/sub dynamics, slight spit play, slight cum-eating, praise kink, conversations of tongue/finger riding. (1st person pov) I think that's all...

Word count: 2k

No relation to actually members, simply works of fiction

"Hong, that's enough," I giggled, turning my face from the camera in his hand. Smiling widely behind the lens, the sound of clicking several more times happens. He had to have taken 200 pictures by now. I was getting slightly restless.

"Sit still for Daddy, doll. We need these pictures. Hwa, hold her still." He says to the boy pressed into my back. Not moving quick enough, Seonghwa's arms wrap around me, preventing any other movements away from the onslaught of pictures we needed.

"Be still, or you'll be over my knee." He spoke softly, pressing a smooth kiss to my ear. My face flushed, and I blinked up shyly to Hongjoong, who was sitting closer, the camera hanging from his neck. 

"Is our baby shy now?" He asked sweetly, but the look in his eyes darkened. No matter how many dates we went on and no matter where we were, they always made my stomach clench in desire. Shaking my head, I chose not to play into this little taunting game. It often ended with me having to fuck myself on their fingers, or tongues. Hong liked my shyness but Hwa would rather watch me struggle to chase my own orgasm. He liked watching me go from being self-conscious to being greedy and taking what I want. Said it was character building.

"Take all the pictures you want." I said, smiling softly. Heat bubbling under my skin from being flustered. Today, they decided on taking me out for a picnic. Though the weather wasn’t exactly sunshine and warmth. The sky was overcast, and there was a slight chill in the air. It was not really a day to bring too many people out, but that made it just fine for us. For the majority of the date, Hongjoong fed me different sliced fruits, meats, and cheeses, quietly cooing over me. He’s always made it a habit of taking care of me.

Seonghwa, on the other hand, had me try a couple of different mocktails he made in his boredom. We all talked about whatever came to mind; laughed, made jokes, and shared glances. Seonghwa took the camera out of Hongjoong’s camera bag to snap pictures of me and Hong, adoring the sight. Noticing the camera after a minute, Hongjoong smiled, reaching for it, stating that he didn't have enough pictures of Hwa and I. That's how I ended up laying in Hwa’s chest now. Not that I minded. He was warm.

“Doll, would you let me take some pictures for our eyes only?.” He asked, peering over the camera at me and Seonghwa. I frowned slightly, slow to catch on to his question. On the contrary, Seonghwa’s hands were already making their way up my thighs, pulling the long skirt I had on, with them. 

“Wait,” I panicked, looking around to see if there were any peering eyes; my heart drummed in my chest. “I know you don’t seriously mean you guys are going to do that here?” I was no stranger to the erotic pictures Joongie liked to take, but in the public like this was new.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Seonghwa asked, squeezing the flesh of my thighs. His voice was deep and laced with calmness. I knew that they wouldn’t press the matter if I was uncomfortable. I shook my head, wanting to try this with them.

“We have never done this type of thing. It is so easy to get caught here.” I said just thinking of the embarrassment that would consume me if someone saw. Hongjoong reassuring smile put me at ease just a bit.

“We won’t let anyone else see what’s only meant for our eyes.” Seonghwa spoke hotly, pressing a warm kiss to my neck. Biting back the moan, he elicited out of me, I couldn’t help but dart my eyes around. The park was quite empty, and we were seated far enough from the main walkway. The thrill of what they offered and the nervousness of getting caught played in my head.

Cutting my attention from our surroundings, Hwa’s hand took its time traveling up my skirt. Despite the brisk air, I could feel the heat rising on my skin as he painstakingly journeyed the length of my thigh. My hands gripped the tops of his thighs as my eyes watched his arm slowly disappear under the fabric. Pulling my legs apart, Hongjoong kneeled between them. 

My eyes met his eyes as Hwa’s fingers reached the fabric of my damping underwear. My breath hitched as his fingers traced my outline, slowly pressing into the soft flesh of my lower lips. My hips rocked, trying to press against his hand, wanting more friction. At this, Hwa’s laughter vibrated my back. 

“Needy, are we?” He said tauntingly. Finally, his finger traced up to my aching bud and rubbed soft circles around it, causing it to throb. My head rolled back onto his shoulder, and a soft sigh left my lips. Hong raised the camera, this time to capture the look of lust that painted the canvas of my face. Seonghwa’s lips kiss the shell of my ear, a wet sound making my hips jerk. His breath picked up a bit, aroused at how pliant I was in his hands. He was pressed stiffly into my back, driving me crazy.

“She is soaked under here.” He muttered huskily. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke to Hongjoong. His fingers went back to tracing the outline of my cunt, pressing against the fabric. My eyes eagerly watched Hongjoong’s face, as a red tint washed over the surface. 

“Is she?” he responded back, leaning in, creating a small bubble of intimacy. Seonghwa took his own fingers, pushing my underwear out the way and plunged deep, hardly met with any resistance at all. A moan bubbled up from my throat as he massaged my inner walls, poking around for the spot that drove me insane. The soft stretching and scissoring had me squirming, working up a sweat across my forehead. The camera hanging around Joongie’s neck was left neglected as he gripped my legs, resting them slightly on top of Hwa’s. At the new angle, Seonghwa’s hand moved faster, reaching new spots, creating a rhythm that left the soft squelching under all the noises that surrounded us. 

“Hwa, please” I begged, nails biting into the fabric of his pants. A chuckle fell from his lips as he grinded the palm of his hand against my clit. “O-Oh fuckk” I whined bucking against the sweet friction. My mind was hazy, no longer concerned if anyone saw us. The soft shutter of the camera brought me back to reality a bit. Hong’s face watching me intently behind the lens, that reflected the scene of me losing myself on Seonghwa’s shoulder. Finally, after teasing me as much as he liked, Seonghwa curled his fingers, pressing them into the spongy part of my desire. A flame kissed my skin as my pleasure sky-rocketed. The winding of my hips, evident, even under the fabric of my skirt.

“Just like that doll,” Hongjoong mumbled as the shutter of the camera clicked several more times. All the while Seonghwa’s free hand traveled underneath my sweater, palming at my breast. A soft pout graced my lips as I tried to hold back a whine. The heat bubbling against my cheeks was in sharp contrast to the cool breeze. My hips rocked against Seonghwa’s ministrations, chasing the euphoric high cresting in my lower stomach. 

“Shit, Song.” I groaned, bucking my hips. Panting, I pressed my hands into his thighs, hoping to ground myself “Oh fuck.”

“It seems you forgot all about the peering eyes, love” Seonghwa taunted, pumping his fingers relentlessly. My heart pounded, but my walls clenched tightly, thinking of someone seeing the erotic state I was in. Would they be able to see my face? Would they flush when they realized what was happening?

“My, my what a little whore. She likes the thought of being seen.” Hwa says to Hongjoong and a breathless moan leaves my lips. My eyes crack open and Hongjoong’s hooded eyes, pupils blown, and looking intently at my reactions. The camera raises slowly to capture another look that must have crossed my face. Suddenly, I was hyper aware of the soft conversation that seemed to be coming closer. A woman’s soft laugh and a man’s voice. Regardless of their distance, Song’s hand never stopped moving. My body drew tight close to climaxing and the cries of pleasure burned in my chest. I couldn’t be heard now. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in my seem to grow louder and a soft moan fell from Hongjoong’s lips.

“W-wait-” I hiccuped out as the conversation seemed to get closer. My whimpers were soft, but I was nervous they weren’t soft enough. Hwa’s hand thrusted harder against the soft spot inside of me, and I could feel a sweat breakout across my forehead. Hongjoong’s hands rested gently on my thighs, squeezing tightly as my hips rolled again. 

“Don’t worry about them, doll. I wanna see you cum. Can you do that for us?” Hongjoong asked, his voice edging me on. The tight ball, twisting in my stomach, raised every hair on my body. My pants grew more desperate and my eyes cracked open. The grey clouds hung overhead and just along the edges of my field of vision, Seonghwa caught my gaze. A smirk settling along his lips as he leaned down to press a warm kiss to my cheek

“Look at you pretty baby…answer Joong.” He demanded, his fingers slowing, and a whine broke from my lips. The crest of my high fading away, walls pulsing from being edged. Blinking the haze back for a moment, I lifted my head to look at Hongjoong. He hadn’t moved any closer, but the pressure from his gaze made me clench around Seonghwa’s fingers. Juices leaking, sticking to my thighs and ruining my underwear. A soft groan coming from Hwa’s lips.

“I can, I-I will.” I whimpered as Hwa’s fingers increased their speed again, the squelching louder than it was before. A low moan ripped from my chest as my legs began to tremble. Seonghwa’s hand that was previously palming my breast traveled down to press against my lower stomach, and my head jerked back. Eyes watering, I couldn’t control the pants and moans that spilled from my lips at this point. My cheeks burned as I felt my high coming quickly. I couldn’t hold it back even if I wanted to. My chest jumped as my breath hitched, and Hongjoong slid his fingers in my mouth to muffle the cries of my ecstasy. My body arched against Seonghwa as pleasure flooded every inch of my being. 

“Mmmh, what a good girl.” Hwa praised lowly, causing several tremors to rack my body. Hongjoong hummed in agreement as his fingers pressed down on my tongue. Moaning heavily against them, I sunk against Seonghwa’s chest. My muscles relaxed, and I blinked slowly, trying to get myself to come back to earth. Pulling his hand free, Hwa brought his fingers up to his lips. Placing them in his mouth, he sucked earnestly, trying to taste as much of me as he could. My walls fluttered gently at the sound and the loss of sensation.

“Aw, that’s not fair..” Hongjoong pouted, watching Hwa enjoy the taste. His eyes then snapped to me. “Hey doll, you did so well. Such a good girl deserves a reward, yeah?” He asked, straightening my skirt and placing the fingers that were in my mouth, in his own. My eyes took in the appearance of Hongjoong, and the tent in his pants caught my attention. 

“We’ll have to finish this back home. I can’t sit out here anymore.” Seonghwa said, pulling items from the blanket and shoving them back into the picnic basket. Hongjoong leaned close and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. My mind slowly started to come back to me, and I quickly whipped my head around, only to see no one was around. 

“Trust me doll, we won’t let anyone else see what’s only meant for our eyes.”

[whore-for-slashers]

NSFW Alphabet with jason

Women and minors dni<33

(This was meant to be posted on friday the 13th but I accidentally posted it too soon </3)

A (Aftercare) He would immediately check if you were ok. Jason has a big size so right after sex he'd ask if you were ok and give you a warm hug. To make you feel comforted by the giant softie <3

B (Their favorite body part on you and them) Jason's favorite body part on him is his huge arms. Due to his muscles he tries to be gentle with you when you hug or when he holds you. He doesn't want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn't really have a favorite part on you; he loves every part of you. Your face, hands, legs he just loves all of you.

C (Anything to do with cum) He doesn't cum inside you without permission. Jason always asks for permission before he involves cum.

D (Dirty secret) Jason loves when you're dominate in bed. He adores seeing your beautiful body on top of him. He melts when you're in control, taking care of him.

E (Experience, how experienced are they?) We all know Jason has zero experience with dating anyone. At the start of your relationship, he always was embarrassed to be romantic with you. But after some time together he would be romantic. Such as giving you gifts or hugs whenever he could.

F (Favorite position) Even though you would mostly do missionary; he loves cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. Seeing you on top of him with a satisfied smile just makes him more happy. You don't do the cowgirl position much because of his size. It hurts for you and he understands.

G (Goofy, are they serious or goofy in the moment?) Jason is serious during sex. From what you and his mother has told him, he believes sex is something very serious. He will always be delicate with you and make sure you're happy with what you both are doing.

H (Hair, how well groomed are they?) Jason does have some hair down there but it isn't too much.

I (Intimacy, how are they during the moment?) As I said before, Jason finds sex to be a serious topic. So he will do his best to be gentle and make sure you're not getting hurt by his size. His stares at you with a sort of care and affection.

J (Jacking off, their views on masturbation) Before your relationship, Jason never did masturbate. He viewed the act to be disgusting and was too embarrassed by it. However you later taught him that jerking off is nothing to be ashamed of. Whenever he gets a hard he will quickly got rid of it, your talk with him though makes him feel less guilty of the act.

K (Their kinks) Jason has a soft spot for you being dominate. He also likes to be praised and complimented on his looks whilst you ride him. Also, he likes to wear a blindfold when your being dom; it's a bit fun and exciting for him.

L (Location, their favorite place to be intimate) His favorite place is to be inside his house, in the bedroom. Where no one can interrupt you both. You did have him try to do it outside but, you could tell he wasn't comfortable with the scenery so you strictly have sex in the bedroom.

M (Motivation, what gets them going?) Something that gets Jason in the mood is you flirting with him. Watching you bite your lip, giving his compliments and being very close against him causing to blush madly. It makes him crazy to pick you up and take you to the bedroom.

N (No! Something they won't do) One thing he'll never do to you is hurting you. Jason would hate to seriously injure you because of his strength. He worries that if he does you would begin to fear him and leave him. You're the first person that he loves and he would hate to lose you over a silly mistake.

O (Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) It took some time before Jason was reluctant to take off his mask. Once he eats you out, you'll be moaning his name through the whole experience. When it was Jason's first time receiving a blowjob from you; he was in heaven. It felt fucking amazing for him.

P (Pace, fast and rough or slow and sensual?) Jason is always slow and gentle when making love. He wants to make sure you're safe and everything is sweet. Usually he will give soft kisses if he sees that his size is hurting you.

Q (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex) Jason doesn't like quickies, he prefers to have proper sex.

R (Risks, are they game to experiment, do they take risks?) No Jason doesn't like to risk anything. You have tried to convince him once but he hates it. So you stop asking since he can get a bit emotional over it.

S (Stamina, how many round can they go for? How long do they usually last?) Jason is an immortal being so he doesn't sleep. Meaning he can go for endless rounds until you pass out.

T (Toys, do they own toys? Do they use them?) Jason likes using the blindfold but isn't ready for using any other toys. Maybe trying a vibrator but nothing else yet.

U (Unfair, how much do they like to tease) He would never tease you, he feels wrong for doing it to you. However you can tease at times, causing to blush in irritation and embarrassment.

V (Volume, how loud they are, what kind of noises do they make?) Other than loud moans and the calling of your name, Jason is quiet during sex. You're the one making the loud screams of pleasure.

W (Wild card, random head cannon) Jason can get insecure when you leave or when he leaves you. Due to his looks he always has second thoughts that you don't love him. That you'll leave for another person who's better looking. But you'd always assure him that you love no matter what.

X (X-ray, what's in their pants?) Jason is above average, around 9 to 10 inches long and very thick.

Y (Yearning, how high is their sex drive?) Jason's sex drive is low, but he can get a little excited at times.

Z (How fast do they fall asleep afterwards?) He doesn't sleep but at night he'll stay in bed with you. Holding you in sweet embrace as you fall sleep. Through the whole night until you wake up to kiss his forehead in the morning.

[anoddopal]

Sometimes I want to interact with more folks but I worry that one of my ships falls under most DNI criteria so I frequently isolate in this community.

[kiridarling]

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

[trash-but-respectable-trash]

The brothers reaction to MC making them watch Fifty Shades of Grey

Yesterday I watched the movie 365 days/365 dni on Netflix and I thought about this idea. I feel like it would be a very awkward situation, but that’s also what makes it so funny. Just a heads up, when I’m referring to “steamy scenes” I mean the sex scenes, either the first one or the ones after where there’s more BDSM involved. I’ll let you decide which one I’m referring to.

It was your turn to choose a film for your typical movie night on Friday with the brothers. You settled on Fifty Shades of Grey, you didn’t really remember the movie, but you thought it might be fun for you and the brothers to all laugh at it. You also decided to not tell anyone what’s the plot of the movie because you wanted for it to be a surprise and let’s just say it didn’t go the way you wanted.

Lucifer:

- He never saw or heard of Fifty Shades of Grey, but you said it was a classic in the human world and it was your turn to choose anyway so he didn’t complain

- For the first part of the movie, he’s thinking this is just a typical movie about a simple girl falling for a rich handsome man, how cliché

- He’s wondering why it’s so popular in the human world, until the steamy scenes actually starts

- He’s a bit shocked that you would choose this type of movie, but at the same time he’s wondering if you did it on purpose not so subtle show him you want in bed

- And well, if you’re into BDSM, he’s definitely the guy for you he also got the rich and handsome part

- I would suggest not sitting next to him while watching this movie

- Depending of how intimate you’re both are, he will whisper in your ear things like "is this what you want me to do to you? You know you just have to ask darling” when steamy scenes comes on screen

- He will also make comments if he feels some scenes aren’t realistic of BDSM in general, and assure you he do not have a red room (he doesn’t need to all his tools are already displayed in his room for everyone to see)

- He’s also very observant and he will pick up on every reaction you have while watching the movie

- Towards the end, he might even look at you more than he’s looking at the movie

Mammon:

- You didn’t tell any of them what the movie was about so he’s just really hoping this isn’t an horror movie

- When you tell him it’s not, he relax and he’s even enjoying the movie at first since it’s not too hard to understand

- He understands why someone would fall for someone rich and he’ll probably never understand, even if you explained it to him, that this isn’t why Anastasia fell in love with Christian

- Oh boy, when the steamy scenes starts, he’s so awkward

- He actually don’t know what to do with himself, you’re sitting right next to him, he can feel your leg touching his and he really hopes you can’t tell how fast his heart is beating

- He’s definitely not a virgin and he would probably just laugh at the movie in another situation but right now he’s watching litteral sex scenes with you right there next to him

- When you ask him if he’s okay, because he’s litterally shaking and breathing so hard, he blurts out something that don’t make sense and he just runs out of the room

- When the movie’s over, he’ll finally come back and say that the movie was too boring and that’s why he left

- You rather not know the real reason why he left

Leviathan:

- You really thought watching Fifty Shades of Grey with this man would go well? Really??

- No seriously, Levi is used to porn hentai, just not porn with 3D people

- Fifty Shades may be more erotica than porn, but it’s still too much for him

- He starts talking really loudly when the steamy scenes come on screen and he’s basically saying things that have nothing to do with the movie, like explaining the plot of his new video game just so he can distract himself from the movie in front of him

- Everyone tells him to shut and he does, but now he just doesn’t know what to do with himself

- If he has his switch with him, he’ll just straight up stop watching the movie and put his headphones on

- If he doesn’t have his console, he will run to his room where he feels safe

- He doesn’t leave his room for a full week after that because he’s too embarrassed of the reaction he had

Satan:

- He heard this was a popular novel in the human world, but he never cared to read it himself

- He also doesn’t know anything about the plot, he just know that it’s more targeted towards woman

- At first he understands why it’s popular towards woman, you never go wrong with a book or a movie staring an handsome rich man as a love interest

- But when the steamy scenes starts, that’s when he REALLY understands why this is so popular

- He’ll blush, but nothing too bad, until he starts wondering if that is something you enjoy in bed

- He’s quite forward so he will straight up ask you after the movie when you’re both alone and he will also tell you that he might be a romantic, but when it comes to sex he can also be rough and dominant

Asmodeus:

- He acts like he doesn’t know what Fifty Shades of Grey is, but he’s not fooling anyone

- You can tell by the way he says "this is going to be fun” and his giggles that he definitely know the movie

- "How naughty, I didn’t expect this from you" would be his first reaction and his brothers would be like ??? but don’t worry, Asmo won’t spoil the fun

- Asmo is basically always turned on and this movie isn’t changing anything, especially since he already saw it a couple of times already

- He might make comments about previous experiences he had involving some things shown in the movie, which doesn’t help the awkwardness of the whole situation

- At the end of the movie, he will suggest for you all to watch the second one, since it’s obviously superior to the first one but everyone suddenly have something very important to do somewhere else

Beelzebub:

- He doesn’t mind what the movie is as long as there’s food

- He isn’t particularly paying attention to the movie because he’s too busy eating

- He also doesn’t notice the awkwardness in the room until he decides to get up to get some more food

- He unfortunately decided to get up at the same time as one of the steamy scenes

- Oh. He’s suddenly not hungry anymore and sit back down, at least until the scene’s over

- When he gets up again to actually go to the kitchen this time, he finally notice the uncomfortable atmosphere

- Let’s just say that he rather stay in the kitchen for the rest of the night, then go back to the living room

- He also won’t bring up the movie again, he’s more of a vanilla kind of guy anyway

Belphegor:

- He decided to give the movie a chance and tries not to fall asleep right away

- No one know how he did it, but he managed to stay awake until the first steamy scene and oh my, he’s glad he did

- This guy might not look like it, but he does have a dirty mind and he can definitely picture you in those steamy scenes even though he’s not really into BDSM, it takes too much effort

- Yep, he will again, have very nice dreams about you tonight in situation he wouldn’t normally dream about

[tickle-bugs]

I had two people ask for some advice on starting up/running a blog, so I thought I’d make a little post for anyone else looking for advice! There’s no one right way to run a blog and I am by no means an expert. This is just a compilation of some of the things I’ve learned :) 

Feel free to add advice to this!

- The first thing is something I cannot stress enough. Write for yourself first. You will be absolutely miserable if you’re only writing for attention. I’m not saying it’s easy, but it’s so incredibly important. If you don’t like a prompt, fandom, or scenario? You don’t have to write for it! A personal example: I’m a theatre kid and total musical nerd. I could probably write some compelling Dear Evan Hansen or Hamilton headcanons if I wanted to, but I don’t. That’s fine! I’m allowed to say I won’t write for it and deny prompts/requests for those fandoms. 

- Set boundaries. This is a very mixed community with all sorts of creators and participants with hands in different baskets. Don’t want minors to interact? Put minors DNI in your bio. SFW only? Put it in the bio. No RP? Bio. This goes for private conversations/askbox/other interactions as well. If someone comes into your askbox/dms and says something that makes you uncomfy, shut it down. 

- My advice is more geared towards writing than art or video, but I suppose you could apply this advice as well. Make what makes you happy! If you’re only in one fandom, feel free to stay there and make content for it. Multi-fandom? Excellent! Completely non-fandom? Epic! Make the content that you want to see and the content that makes you happy to create, especially if you’re in a more niche fandom/area. 

- Organization. ...I’ll admit this one is more of a personal pet peeve than something urgent, but it is something that people positively respond to. If you have some sort of consistency/organization to your blog, it’ll make it easier and more enjoyable for people to navigate. Make a fandom list/indicate your fandoms somehow (mostly for prompt purposes. people can’t read your mind, so it’s important to tell them what you will write for and what you won’t, however you want to do that)! 

Make a masterpost/link your fic tag! Use a fic tag of some kind. Give your fics summaries and leave a little bit of the fic above the ‘read more’ to intrigue folks (look at #my fics and my masterpost for basic examples of how I do this, if you need!). Use read mores. Please use read mores (if you can, idk if they’re on mobile. regardless no one wants to encounter a three thousand word block of text on their dash). (No seriously though, organize your blog, even if it’s super simple. literally just a ‘mine’ or ‘my fics’ or ‘[pseud] writes’ and a fandom tag. It’ll make it easier for people to find your stuff and support you)

- Practice general internetiquette. Please remember that the people in this community are real people with feelings, boundaries, and lives outside of the blog that they run. Be genuine and people will respond to you! Don’t manipulate people into likes/reblogs/attention. No one wants to be on the other end of that. Being in this community isn’t a transaction or a mosh pit, it’s an experience.  

- Be ever-so-liberal with the block button. Someone’s user makes you uncomfortable? They give you bad vibes? They’re a minor/older than you and you don’t want them interacting with your content? You don’t wanna see their blog for some reason? Block em. This goes for anons too. That’s what the button is for. Don’t feel guilty for using it. Use it. 

- How you write is 100% a personal choice and not really something that I can give advice on, but embrace your style! take prompts if you want, or don’t. Write oneshots, series, drabbles, or novels. Write romantic, or don’t. Etc. Change things up if you feel like it. Do what you want. Your blog, your style, your rules. 

- Numbers matter. Don’t let them define you. This is a bit of a harder one to explain, but I will try. I often say that I don’t care about numbers, and I really don’t, but that’s not to say that I don’t see them and they have zero effect on me. I absolutely notice and am bummed if a fic doesn’t get notes, or at least the notes that I was expecting. That is entirely normal and okay to experience. What isn’t okay, though, is creating for the sake of getting notes/numbers/attention (re: write for yourself first, internetiquette). If you find yourself relying on tumblr for gratification and a reward, I implore you to take a break. I’m not your therapist or your parent, I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but when you make things only for the sake of notes, people notice. Celebrate your milestones. Know that it’s okay to be bummed about low notes/celebrate getting plenty. Just make sure that you don’t depend on the numbers for your happiness, or you will be miserable.

- You’re (probably) doing this for free. You are providing people content: a service. Produce as much or as little as you’re comfy with, but always remember that. No one is entitled to what you make. If someone asks you for headcanons, sends a prompt when prompts are closed, etc, and you don’t feel like fulfilling it? You have no obligation to do that. Getting commissioned is another story entirely, but as long as you’re making free content, you have zero obligation to do anything for anyone and certainly no time constraints. It can take me months to finish prompts, and that’s okay. I do them when I do them and I fill them how I want to. If my prompts are closed, I deny new ones until I’m ready to accept them. Make yourself happy first.

- How you interact with others is up to you! It’s generally considered good practice to like/reblog your mutuals fics/art, but this is not necessarily a hard and fast rule. I veeeeeery rarely reblog fics for fandoms that I’m not in, even from my mutuals. What you can do to show your support (and you should try and show support somehow. No one is in competition. Everyone’s in your boat, whether they have no followers or 1k) is send an ask/reply to the post/leave tags to let the author know you liked it. Like the fic and don’t reblog it, if you don’t want to. Just make sure you show your mutuals (and others in general!) roughly the same support they show you, however you decide to do that. Treat others how you want to be treated, as cheesy as it sounds :)

- Don’t repost content that isn’t yours without express permission from the original creator, and credit them appropriately. If you see a cute piece of tickle art and the artist doesn’t want it reposted? Don’t repost it. Don’t post fics/videos/gifs that aren’t yours (obviously if it’s like a scene from a movie/a clip on youtube that’s different, but don’t take credit for things you didn’t make, including ideas). Can’t tell you how frustrating it is to have work stolen from you. Don’t be that person. ‘Credit to original artist’ and ‘credit unknown’ is total bullshit btw. Link/tag the creator in the original post and make it clear you don’t own the content. Best practice is to ask the original creator if they’re okay with reposting, work inspired by or connected to theirs, etc. This goes doubly for saving/downloading someone’s fics. 

- It is not illegal for a minor to have normal, nonsexual, healthy friendships with people older than them. There’s a weird attitude that minors have nothing of value to offer adults besides a relationship/sex, which is...not true? Minors are thinking, living human beings with feelings, thoughts, and opinions. You can talk to them like normal people, because they are. Just obviously don’t talk about/introduce sex or endanger them. Minors don’t bring up sex/activities you’re underage for with an adult. IDK this isn’t a seminar just...don’t be weird. Adults can offer great life experience, support systems, and the basic joys and needs of human connection. Minors can too. Mind your business unless someone’s actually in danger. The next point is a caveat, though: 

- If you’re a minor, don’t interact with NSFW blogs/blogs with ‘Minors DNI’, NSFW blogs don’t interact with minors, etc etc. Not your parent or whatever but this is pretty common sense and it’s for everyone’s safety, but especially the NSFW person. internettiquette!

- If you use your TK blog as a side blog (meaning you have another blog as your main blog, not two separate accounts) and don’t want your main exposed, that is up to you. I recommend not liking posts. Also, follow people that you trust. These actions route through your main blog and your main will show up in the notes. You can reblog from a sideblog. If you want to send an ask “as your tk blog”, send an anon and sign it somehow, like ‘hey :) // @/tickle-bugs’. It should tag you in the post so you get a notification when it’s answered!

- Find your people! As an anxious person this one has been hard for me, so I know it’s hard for a lot of people. Fandom is literally a community of shared interest. Peachy and I have an iron bond almost two years later and we met talking over shared interests. You can absolutely find your people here. If someone makes you happy, strike up a conversation! Send an ask! You never know what doors it might open or whose day you might improve :)

- If you were an anon/lurker on someone’s blog and they inspired you to write/submit/start your own, sign your messages!! the common form that I see is either an emoji or [noun/context of the ask]!anon (prodigal!anon (i miss u every day), butterfly!anon, etc.) Let us know how to find and support you!! Those messages produce good brain juice. 

- The big finale: Have fun. If you’re not having fun here, maybe you could tweak something to make things enjoyable. Running a blog is like driving a car. Keep your hands on the wheel, respectfully indicate your intentions (flashing lights optional), and be safe. Poebody’s nerfect, y’know. If you make a mistake, course correct. I’m by no means perfect. Your favs aren’t either. Just do your best and have a good time :)

@rosytickles and the anon in my inbox, I hope this helps! Thank you for asking me, I’m very honored that you value my opinon/experience/advice. I apologize if I come off as preachy or aggressive, I envisioned grabbing my younger self by the lapels and shaking me vigorously while I wrote this. Probably a bad idea. 

Anywho, hope it helps. Anyone with questions, additions, or comments, my askbox is open! Just be constructive, is all I ask. 

[waka-chan-out]

hello! i was just wondering how you started out your page, like any tips? I love your work so much 😤✋💕

well, first of all thank you very much! i’m surprised and flattered that you would ask me!

in all honesty, i don’t know how i got here. i feel like i blacked out at 300 followers and now i’m at 1.2k. but i can try to offer some tips! i know i looked at some tip posts when i was first starting and didn’t follow most of them, so i’ll let you know what’s been useful to me. obviously remember this is what worked for me and it may not apply to everybody. i acquired this audience completely by accident, so those that are actively working to build a page might give you different tips.

((keep in mind this all applies to fanfic blogs because that’s all i have experience in.))

things to do:

first of all, and this is pretty obvious: tag everything you think applies. it seems excessive in the moment but it’s the only reason anyone ever saw my stuff lmao. like for any specific character in my posts will have a whole slew of tags (and this is for my nsfw posts) like:

ushijima smut ushijima x reader ushiwaka smut ushiwaka x reader haikyuu smut haikyuu x reader hq smut hq x reader

going along with that, oh my god, come up with a tagging system. even if you don’t think you need to tag something, you probably do. so many headcanons of mine are lost to time simply because i never tagged them and now i have over 600 posts. i’m never finding that shit again. tag it.

make a masterlist. it helps you and your followers stay sane and organized. i made mine because someone requested it, so that was cool. but if you make one early it’ll make your life easier.

find one uniform way to structure your posts. i know everyone feels differently about this, but it really does make life so much easier. i’ve been doing my “post timeskip, obviously, content warnings, etc” thing since my very first post, and it just makes me feel more organized and consistent. everyone’s posts will look different, so just look at what your favorite blogs do and mush all that together. you’ll find what you like eventually.

be clear what kind of audience you want. this can change and evolve, but try to start off with some idea of what you want. don’t want minors on your page? write minors dni EVERYWHERE and keep up with blocking pages. a rules list helps with this, but of course people like to just not check those, so be firm when your rules are bent or broken.

post a variety of content. it’s so much easier to rack up notes on a headcanon or thirst post then it is anything else, especially the type of fics i write where it has a lot of banter and build up before anything else.

it pays off to have a gimmick! i acquired the most followers from my 300 follower event and that’s been so nice.

this isn’t necessarily a “blog” tip, but oh my god, learn how to structure writing. i cannot tell you how off putting it is to try to read fics when paragraph breaks are used awkwardly or there are two people speaking in one paragraph. you don’t have to be a perfect writer to write fanfiction, but please at least learn the rules of writing. if you need help, ask. google things. i’m an english major that wants to write and edit for a living and i still look shit up all the time.

write what you like. you’ll find an audience. you don’t have to cater to anyone else’s tastes or preferences. one of my first few posts was a request, and that was only after i had posted one or two things. people will find you, and it will be people that also like what you like. don’t make yourself uncomfortable just to cater to someone else’s preferences.

be patient. you won’t get followers overnight. some blogs grow quickly and others don’t. that’s just how it is. also don’t be too demanding with your followers. don’t get pouty when people don’t interact, don’t be demanding about requests. just realize that you’re a person and so are they. they aren’t obligated to read just like you aren’t obligated to write. relax and realize it’s just a blog. you’ll be fine.

edit: I ALMOST FORGOT !! be inclusive. holy shit. so many people will read your writing and though you shouldn’t write anything you’re uncomfortable with, it’s so easy to be inclusive. there are tips all over the place, but all you need to do is focus on the personality of the reader rather than their appearance. easy. i’m lucky enough to have a pretty diverse audience and it makes me so happy i could cry. i love knowing that people feel safe and included here.

what i haven’t found necessary:

making a tag list. i only made one recently, and even then i only have nine people on it. it’s not that necessary, unless you have a series that people want to see.

having a theme. seriously, don’t stress. even now i barely have a theme. it’s never been hard on me.

plugging your blog?? i don’t know if people actually do this but i saw a suggestion about it and it confused me to no end. i’ve never found that necessary, though it is nice having mutuals that reblog your stuff. still not totally necessary though. my only mutual was @tanzaniiite for the longest time and that’s literally just because i saw her follow me, saw that she was a writer, stalked her posts, and decided i wanted to follow her back. she was my 34th follower (yes i counted) and she’s still here. very much appreciated.

doing collabs. i didn’t even consider doing one until recently. they’re really not necessary.

self reblogs. another one that i think might help but isn’t necessary. i didn’t start doing these until i had acquired a larger audience. figure out what works for you, but i’ve unfollowed more than one blog just because of the sheer amount of self reblogs they do. i understand that they’re proud of their work and want it out there, but i just think there’s no way reblogging a new post every hour is necessary. obviously if you want to reblog your own content you can. but having a masterlist had made that unnecessary for me. one of my first posts had like 100 notes after it was first posted, and now it’s up to 600 when it hasn’t been on people’s pages in months. people will find your work if they want to find it.

obviously all of this is just my opinion and you should take it with a grain of salt. i started this blog randomly to post one tsukishima fic i had written for someone that i was told was good enough to post. i haven’t changed my writing structure or process since then, and i still have no god damn clue how tumblr works. it’s a lot less intimidating than it seems. i know it’s a different experience for everyone, but it’s an overwhelmingly loving community that is kind to new writers. i was lucky enough to grow fast and receive a lot of kindness, but that’s also because i put a crazy amount of effort into being kind back and posting consistently (and no one needs to be going at the pace i set towards the beginning of this blog. holy shit i was posting like every other day for a while.)

if you do decide to commit to trying to build an audience, let me know and i’d love to follow you! and if you’ll be writing (which i hope so because most of these tips are for fanfic blogs lmao) i’m always here to help with structure, beta reading, editing, etc. that’s literally what i want to do as a career so it’s never a burden on me. either way, good luck! it’s frustrating sometimes but if you have solid ideas and basic writing abilities you’ll be fine!

again, thank you so much and i’m so flattered you asked me 💞 i hope you have a lovely day darling.

[weaselbeaselpants]

I have a lot to say and not enough time to say it. It hurts, but ya’ll know what this is about so if you want my full fandom retrospective opinion thing guys, here.

I’ve been following Vivienne’s art and career since I found her on dA in 2009. I’ve basically grown up with her and have a wide range of opinions up and down her collective work. I must stress that I do not know her as a person and no matter how critical I get in my personal time if I somehow met her in real life or converse with her online again (like, back in the day we went back and forth. She was pretty nice to me), I’d be humble and congratulate her for her success.

Critique does not, EVER equate to attacking people.

But

the reason I don’t call myself a VivziePopVivzmind-fan is the exact same as to why I don’t like the proud use of ‘anti’. Let me try and explain -

The vast majority of Viv fans are just that: fans. Viv’s one of their favorite artists and they’re happy for her and obviously defensive when some mouth breather pops into their fan discussion calling her and all of them trash. Quite a lot of the Hazbin fans I know in my circle of friends are all pretty accepting and agree on the problematic notions and implications of her work.

HOWEVER, there’s a vocal minority in the VivziePop fandom that were and still are toxic. Their specific interest in Viv back in the day was toxic...and now that she’s moved on into a successful career I doubt they’ve gone away, considering the things I’ve heard. These people - they’d flood Viv’s comments sections and stuff with messages like they were talking to her when they weren’t and they’d unironically call her a god in a way that feels like gaslighting, ex: “I’ll NEVER be as good as you Viv! My art is just sooooo unpopular oh god you are incredible no one will ever like you as much as meeeee”. It made me uncomfortable. It made me not want to be around her because these people took Viv’s role in their lives so seriously and their demand for her attention...it struck a nerve.

These same fans have been around long enough to see actual shitlords - the likes of Kiwifarms and tapatalk wikis - come in and actually harass Viv. Viv’s been sent revenge porn by sick freaks who think they’re funny and believe she deserves it. No. In my non-name fan bystander opinion, Viv’s got some shit to work on, but no one deserves raperevenge porn. EVER. It was genuinely bad and yes Viv and her base have every reason to NOT TRUST these communities. Unfortunately, when these incidents happened, these particular fans took it upon themselves to gatekeep the fandom and act like Viv’s unofficial guard against any kind of decenting opinion of her, all without her say so.

((to the critics who will be all “but Viv or Faust said THIS to their fans-”, like I said, Viv’s far from perfect but regardless of how much she prolly wanted people to side with her I’m gonna guess that she didn’t want people sending transphobic death threats to DollCreep. Again, and this is coming from a bystander here, I have a feeling Viv knows about some of the toxicity but doesn’t know how/want to address it - which is a conversation all it’s own.))

This particular breed of VivziePop “fan” holds so much toxicity in her fandom(s). They aren’t the only cause, but they’re there. They feel entitled to her attention and her approval. They creep me out. Having spoken to other much-less critical admitted fans of Viv around me, these fans appear to creep everyone else out and put the rest of the fandom on edge. They’re gatekeepers. They’re creeps. Like the bronies and SU fans of yestertodayyears, they know harassment exists and that people have crossed the line - so they think any means is necessary to prevent that is automatically good. I could pile together all the incidents and folks who’ve had bad runs ins with this aftershock of Viv-obsession, but I do have a life of my own and this post is already stupid long so I’ll just list out the biggest examples and provide receipts when asked.

Critical blogs have gotten RAPE and death threats because they don’t like Viv’s art. HonestZoophobiaCriticisms, a blog I interracted with back in the day, def got one. Now Viv’s opinion of crit-blogs is that they’re “bad takes” but I can assure you she doesn’t want that shit being said on her behalf.

I’ve seen young artists get blacklisted from sites and forums cause they so much as post a redesign. Viv and co get told through the grapevine that someone’s making hatespeech and so preemptively block said person (prolly cause they’re in the middle of WORKING and can’t deal right now) only to find out after the fact that no, it was just a kid drawing their version of her characters. There’s serious miscommunication issues within the fandom about who’s ‘good’ or ‘bad’ and once you get the actual staff involved in this game of telephone you’re begging for trouble. The problem acknowledged, however, it’s souly from the “Viv never did anything wrong camp”. No word is said about how ugly the fandom is under the surface it’s all one type of person’s fault and not complicated’. Blah

I’ve only ever had ONE obsessive ‘fan’ who’d stalk me, mock me, and then redraw my art just to get attention from me. That shit fucked with my head. As a follower hundreds of miles away from Viv who’s agreed/disagreed with her through the years - I absolutely believe her when she says she hates ‘creeps’ and that she doesn’t want anyone in her fandom spreading hate on her behalf. It’s the one thing about her I’m POSITIVELY sure of. Whether she believes that said underlying harassment exists and/or is even a problem within her fandoms is anyone’s guess. That’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to write stupid blog entries like this, talk about fandoms and media and how they and the real world affect one another, and rb fan art I like. I’m cautiously optimistic fan with a side of salt.

Mixed opinions and critique within a fandom CAN and SHOULD exist. Hazbin Hotel has been greenlit by a studio! It has a product line of merchandise you buy. Helluva Boss is getting eight more episodes this coming year (yeeee:3yeeee). Two of Viv’s properties are now products. Nothing is immune from critique. And in critique you will find a lot of people who are not ‘nice’. Critique or analysis doesn’t have to be nice. There will be, in Viv’s words’ ‘bad takes’ on her writing. Maybe they will be actual CinemaSins-styled bad takes or maybe Viv is just mad that people don’t love and feel inspired by her characters the way she wants them to - it’s a fact she’s going to have to get used to.

((TBH, I’m pretty sure she’s already realized that criticism of all types need to exist. It’s just that, again, her and the SpindleHorse staff are kind of overwhelmed by all matter of takes and opinions coming their way they kinda can’t deal weeding out the fair ones from the assholes, so she lumps them all together.))

Shitposters, ironic fans, unironic fans, critical fans, just critics of Hazbin and Helluva CAN and WILL exist. They should exist and not feel threatened by the megafandom. There are people out there who are one step further and rightfully bothered by Hazbin/Helluva’s use of incorrect symbols, portrayal of certain topics, and the response by creators. These people have strong opinions and are actually disgusted by Viv. They deserve to exist too and should not be vilified because, like me, they’re commentary doesn’t consist of anything personal towards the people at Spindlehorse or the fans of her works. They can rant, they can be professional, they can be petty and they can be fair. But they will exist. You have to deal with it.

I am an ADD/OCD ridden autistic woman with serious anxiety issues who has no one to talk to half the time and so only HAS my fandom to communicate with. But that’s just it - it’s a fandom. A community. You have to learn to not think souly of yourself and of others in a community. A fandom doesn’t exist just for you or any one person. You have the right to be angry and defend or be offended. And it’s in the spirit of that that I ask, prrraaaaaay even, that I please

NOT BE CALLED AN “ANTI-ANTI” for not liking the moniker?!

I DON’T TO BE AN “ANTI”. Not ironically, not unironically. ‘Anti’ should be for politics and shit like pedophiles, necrophiles, nazis, serial killer stans, Trump, racists, antisemites, terfs, animal abusers, rapists, and antivaxxers. Anti should only come into critical media analysis when these ethical issues follow suit IN TO fandom discussion. ((EX: Anime and MLP proudly waving their cp and non-con into the public eye; Hazbin appropriating cultural symbols which are not satanic; Basically anything that concerns John K or Butch Hartman.))

If your DNI list unironically consists of the entirety of one fandom:  CONGLATURATIONS! You have done the exact same thing these particular creepy Viv fans have done: monopolize the conversation. And yes, people I’m referring to, IT’S STILL A PROBLEM EVEN IF YOU’RE FIGHTING RACISM/SEXISM/HOMOTRANSPHOBIA.

There are hundreds of Vivziefans who ARE more critical, accepting of faults, interested in discussion and especially rewrite and redesign stuff who would LOVE to engage with you and give you a follow. There’s hundreds of people who no doubt agree with you!

But the thing I’ve seen these very proud AntiHazbinVivzieHelluvaWhatever blogs do is lash out at fans for continuing to like Viv and consume Viv’s art in a healthy way. What the actual fuck is your problem?

I get it. Say a crazy Hazbin fan gets on your case for even SUGGESTING Viv could be homophobic ((”SHE’SBIANDWORKSWITHGAYPPLblahablahblah”)). They get in your face, make some callouts, try to rile up support against you, leave disgusting harassment throughout your social media? Absolutely ban worthy. After that it’s perfectly understandable why you don’t want to engage with anything HHHBZPVivzierelated because you’re so fucking tired of being labeled an abuser or “just jealous” for having an opinion on a show you don’t like. I’m with you!

But,

A fan agrees that something in the canon is bad or that Viv did something they don’t like?

A fan likes your silly shitpost meme?

A fan asks if they can like Hazbin and follow you at the same time? 

A fan does fan art of something you don’t like?

If your response to any of these ^^^ things is to get LOUD and accusatory, Vivsplain them about how they’re an absolutely awful person to ever question YOUR opinion, or just block them without a second thought? You’re a petty, vendictive shit and you also need to learn to let things go. I’m sorry but you do. As I already said, Viv’s work is a brand at this point, not just the work of a singular person. As such, there are gonna be mixed opinions and you can’t judge every single one of these people by what they like. You’re a shitty critic with a shitty attitude and yes that will demean the value of what you’re saying. This is bad because, if you’re trying to point out how Angel Dust’s abuse IS handled terribly; gay rep in Viv’s work is weak and terrible; the show appropriates closed practices; the fandom makes excuses for predatory artists and creepy behavior and individuals who have sketchy pasts - I’M WITH YOU. WE NEED TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT. JUST BECAUSE THESE ARE ADULT CARTOONS SET IN HELL MEANS THERE SHOULD BE ANYTHING CLOSE TO 2013 PONY-TUMBLR. <<<---- this shit is as important to me as it is to you and I really don’t like being called an abuser or apologist for saying “hey maybe blowing up at ppl for the shows they like ISN’T the way to go about this”. 

But I have, just like the good old days of 2015 Zoophobia of yore, been blocked because I admit to being tired of ‘Anti’ being equated to ‘critical’. Same with hater.

Critical DOES NOT = Anti+Hater. I’m fucking tired of people saying it does and I’m tired of people taking up the term as some weird form of fandom reappropriation. It’s stupid.

Tl;dr: Once upon a time, I was in a budding fandom for something I liked made by an indie artist I watched on dA. I wanted to be a bigger fan than I was already, but was told by toxic people within said fandom that I couldn’t be part of it for reasons they’d made up in their head about my ‘motives’ against Viv. My admiration for Viv or what I liked about Zoophobia didn’t matter because I thought the story was really rushed and people weren’t being truthful with how they really felt about it - ergo, I HAD TO GO. 

Flash forward 8 years later- My opinion of Viv’s body of work has changed but I still find myself in love with her style and some of her characters. I want to be on a forum or service that gives a healthy look at the problems there are with this series and fandom...and I’m met repeatedly by petty bs where people are again at each other’s throats. And yes, I do think it’s causing more harm than good especially when you insist there’s a “x person shouldn’t be trusted” mentality when fighting actual fucking racist, xenophobic, predatory bullshit.

[not-ciel]

FAQ that's actually just pre-emptive clarifications and no one actually asked me shit:

🐺 How old are you?

I'm a legal adult.

🖤 Why don't you specify?

Because no one is entitled to that information. It's rather suspicious that people want to know specifics actually. Half the time it smells like sweaty sickos chasing barely legals and I'd rather be assumed to be a 67 year old creep than give out info I'm not comfortable sharing. Even when it's not sweaty sickos prying I find it intrusive, entitled and suspicious to demand personal information from strangers. All I will say is that I'm legally an adult and that should be good enough. That statement is solely for the purpose of transparency for minors on this hellsite.

🐺 Are minors allowed to interact?

Sure. I don't mind as long as they're aware I'm an adult and they themselves are okay with that.

🖤 Why Ciel?

Because he's the only fictional character that I can truly relate to, and I find comfort in taking him as my alias; both due to privacy and familiarity. He's also entangled into part of my trauma so he's something of a comfort character/safe haven for me. I don't pay any attention to the fandom and never have, nor do I have plans to involve myself.

🐺 Do you ship—

No.

🖤 Are you an anti or an anti-anti?

I'll do you one better —I'm an anti-anti-anti, plus however many more times I need to repeat the word anti to express that I just want to be left alone. Don't draft me into wars I want nothing to do with. Keep your ships on your blog and out of mine, I don't want to hear it.

🐺 But—

No! Talking about ships and/or the discourse surrounding any of them makes me so so uncomfortable.

🖤 Why do you post about trauma alongside agere content?

Because I can. Also because this is a blog meant to help me cope, and I honestly don't think I could stand to talk about it if I didn't have nice things here, which would defeat the whole purpose of using this blog. I tag things accordingly and with quite a heavy hand to protect anyone who may stumble in here, so what's the issue? Any negative content I engage with here is also fairly tame. I would estimate that this blog is 95% agere/sfw content and 5% trauma related, the latter of which is predominantly expressed through my own text posts (which are tagged to the nines).

🐺 Is there NSFW content on this blog?

Honestly depends on what you classify as nsfw. I have religious trauma, amongst other things, which admittedly skews my perspective quite a bit and there's a lot of work to be done in terms of rewiring my brain to not find the human body inherently sexual due to religious guilt and shame. The nsfw tag consists predominantly of exposed skin and anything I read as even mildly suggestive. I don't know how to answer this, because by normal standards probably no??

🖤 Is this a DDLB/MDLG/CGL(RE) blog?

No. Also, whoever thinks CGL and CGLRE are the same is probably ableist, though likely due to being uninformed so I suggest doing some research. I'm not opposed to (sfw) CGLRE.

🐺 Why don't you list your triggers?

Because the idea of giving random strangers on the internet ammunition should they ever decide to attack me for whatever reason is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I value my well-being and want to protect myself. Furthermore, I don't personally blacklist any tags because I actually want to run the risk of exposure to content I find triggering. I tag for other people though, because what works for me doesn't work for everyone, and I understand the value of content/trigger warnings and take them seriously and do my best to tag. I'm always willing to add more tw/cw tags by request.

🖤 Why don't you have a dni?

Because I don't really pay attention to who interacts with my blog, and on the rare occasion that I do it's their life, not mine. I have enough things to worry about between my own life and the things I consider important, and adding the burden of policing who can and cannot interact with my blog is very low on my list of properties. I get why other people do it, but I don't have the time nor energy to bother. The block button is right there and I use it liberally.

🐺 But Ciel, how will people be able to tell if you're against homophobia, racism, misogyny, etc. if you don't list the ones you deem evil in a dni?

By assuming the best and going about their lives as normal. Or assuming the worst and blocking me. Really, what difference does it make? I really don't need to be worrying about how other people perceive me when I barely want to be perceived to begin with. And no amount of reassuring the masses that I am against x y or z will actually prove anything because words are empty. If this mentality makes someone uncomfortable I respect that and they can choose to not interact with me and/or block me.

🖤 But, Ciel—

No, really, the only thing people should know is that I try my best to interact with the world around me with as much compassion and understanding as possible and seek to learn more every day. My intention is to let the flowers bloom and not step on them.

🐺 What age range is your regression?

Between 5-15, give or take.

🖤 Do you have a caregiver and/or regressor siblings?

I don't have a caregiver, no. I do have a little sibling, though. Not really looking for a caregiver atm, but I'm always willing to be an older brother/babysitter for others.

// This will be edited and added to at a later date.