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sex therapy :: 21. daddy toji

chapter tags/warnings: **can be read as a stand-alone!** daddy toji, in every sense of the word. toji also calls himself daddy. unprotected sex. creampies. megumi is down the hall! masturbation. exhibitionism. toji likes that it’s his cousin’s wife that he’s fucking. infidelity/adultery. possessiveness. sexual frustration. degradation. praising. pet names (‘princess’ and ‘sweetheart’). manipulative undertones. family drama. strong language.

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notes: tattooed dr. fushiguro can only be a gentleman for so long when it's his little cousin's wifey around. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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“Why don’t you give daddy a show?”

Nothing could make you feel more exposed than this very moment on Toji Fushiguro’s bathroom counter—your bosom heaving from irregular breaths, your arms holding up your body, and your legs spreading across the granite surface so that you could offer up a good view. So that you could put your naked self on display.

Just for him. Just for your sex therapist.

Just for Dr. Fushiguro.

You gulped while pressing your back against the cold ceramic walls, hoping for some relief from your impending humiliation. “E-Excuse me?”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Toji crooned, and the pet name had your heart skipping a beat. Lazily, he dragged a lone finger from your stomach to your center, prodding right at your soaking entrance despite your efforts to shrink away. “Don’t be shy. I’m just your therapist. Let me see what you’ve learned.”

With much endearment, he watched you writhe. Being in the spotlight scared you, but he knew you would hate to disappoint.

At the very least, you should demonstrate some appreciation.

“Like what?” you asked, voice barely above a squeak.

“Well,” and amusement riddled his grin, “show daddy what he had taught you, baby.”

And goodness did all this daddy talk really turn you on. Toji could see how your figure tensed at the words, how you clenched around nothing from sheer need. (Did you think he would not notice?)

“Please,” you sighed, poorly hiding how your breath hitched. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

“Call myself what?”

Obviously a rhetorical question, yet Toji loved the bafflement on your ditzy face nevertheless.

“You know…‘daddy,’” you murmured, uncomfortable to the point you were staring at the floor as you spoke. “Because as someone who loves my dad, and hearing this from someone who actually is a dad, I find the name…disturbing.”

Disturbing but also hot, and Toji could tell.

“Don’t lie, princess. You like when I call myself that,” he chuckled. Pinching at your waist, he chortled in that same giddy manner whenever he felt particularly amused. “So, who’s going to be daddy’s obedient little girl?”

He noticed that you were doing that thing again whenever you were a little nervous: pursing your lips into a quivering pout and twisting at the meaningless rings on your fourth digit. Too loyal for your own good. Maybe that was what Naoya really loved about you, enough to keep you as his cute little trophy wife.

Swallowing loudly, in the end, you responded, “Me.”

Using one uneven breath to center yourself, your hands steadily grazed over your hips and your thighs before your dear fingers rested above your clit. Nothing could beat the embarrassment from how you flinched at your own contact.

Here went nothing.

Timidly, you drew your middlemost fingers through your folds and circled the digits around your entrance. The opening was warm, sensitive, and utterly soaked. The slick that had slipped past those puffy lips allowed you to push one, and then two fingers inside as your back arched gently at the stimulation.

A dull pleasure started to thrum in your body especially as you brought your ample juices back in using slow, deliberate motions.

To much frustration, your dainty digits couldn’t quite stroke that special spot within you with much expertise. Why wasn’t Toji helping? You wanted him to help. But, if you didn’t think too hard, you could lose yourself in the sensuality of your ministrations and imagine Toji’s fingers curling inside you instead. His fingers were larger and thicker and longer, after all.

While Toji’s true emotions had always been as mystifying as the man himself, never had that troubled you more than now. Those steely green eyes had been staring at you for what felt like hours now.

Did he like what he saw? Did he want more?

The people pleaser within you was just looking for a reaction��any reaction—to validate the hard and honest work you were putting in.

“Good kitty,” he complimented suddenly, as though he had been reading you like an open book all along. He did not realize since when, but he had begun stroking his cock through his pants.

How could he not? You had been listening so well, and his free hand reached down to rub tight circles at your puffy clit.

“Toji!” you shrieked immediately, body caving in.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he commanded, dipping his index and middle fingers in as well, his thumb still drawing tight movements at your precious button.

His fingers slid against yours, aided by the thick coat of arousal that lubricated the movements, and his dick twitched from excitement, a situation exacerbated when he relished in the way you angled your hips to accommodate all four fingers plunging into your sopping cunt.

“Don’t stop working on yourself.”

“I won’t,” you struggled to whimper.

“This is nice, isn’t it? When someone else is touching you, too.” His statement was softened by the same tone he liked to use when playing that ‘friendly neighborhood sex therapist’ role. “Your fingers are delicate, but they can’t reach all the places mine can, can they?”

“No, they can’t,” you breathed out in helpless agreement, shaking pathetically at the combined ministrations. “Everything feels better when you are the one finger fucking me.”

Toji hummed deeply in satisfaction. “I know, princess.”

He lowered his head to press his lips into your jaw, but the subtle softness in his searing kisses convinced you to tilt your head gently and bring your unoccupied hand up to run up his hard triceps and dig into the jet-black ink peeking from his sleeves.

In response, Toji sank his teeth into your skin every so often, eliciting your squeals.

Painful. Yes, this was painful.

But more than painful, the gush that flooded your veins was fucking phenomenal.

“What’s wrong?” Toji asked innocently, biting harder as your nails pressed visible crescent marks into his tattoos. “I only want to taste you,” and he soothed the sore spots by licking the assaulted areas, just to repeat the process on another target.

Pussy feeling empty but needy, you shifted on the countertop in order to grind desperately against your therapist’s clothed crotch.

“Please,” you mewled, now begging for Toji’s attention rather than cowering away. “Please fuck me.”

Funny.

Just an hour ago, you were bawling about your loser husband. Naoya Zenin this. Naoya Zenin that. Well, duh. Of course, his baby cousin was an asshole partner.

Now, here you were, pleading for Toji Fushiguro’s cock?

Toji rewarded your change of heart with a deep kiss pressed on your lips, a gesture that you passionately reciprocated. Even as he devoured your mouth like a starved man, your tongue fought like a maniac into his mouth, satisfied sighs slipping from your lips to his.

Only when there was an unexpected slam coming from Megumi’s door did you two pull away, faces only centimeters apart and connected by an almost translucent string of saliva.

Toji panted, watching your chest rise and fall from similarly irregular breathing.

If nothing else stopped him, he would be falling onto his knees right now from how dazed you appeared: face flushed, lips parted, and lids heavy.

But both he and you had one concern in mind right now.

Megumi.

Given the sound earlier, Toji awaited footsteps from the younger Fushiguro.

Was he grabbing a midnight snack from the kitchen downstairs? Was he planning to pace the halls to alleviate stress?

Or worse yet, was he heading to the bathroom?

If his son really did walk into this scene, discovering what his father was doing to his sweet and pretty guest several doors away, Toji would be speechless because the idea was purely mortifying.

Also a little sexy.

But anyway.

“I’m sure he just closed and locked his door for the evening,” Toji deduced when the boy’s footsteps never came.

Immediately, your shoulders slumped with ensuing relief.

“Thank goodness,” you sighed, still tense and high-strung. “We don’t want Megumi to hear us,” you pointed out, completely oblivious to how loud you had been when merely kissing. “Let’s wait for him to sleep first. I don’t want us to get caught.”

The way you cared this much was adorable.

“Why would we have to wait, though?” Toji pointed out, and his tongue swiped over his scar. “I can be quiet. But the real question is: can you be quiet?”

At first, you were stunned and silent.

But after a long while, you gulped and your neck bobbed noticeably. "Yeah. I…can be quiet, too.”

“Good girl," and at that, Toji flashed a quick and lascivious grin. “Then, why don’t we test that out?”

Not waiting for your reply, he grabbed the collar of his white shirt and dragged the top off his shoulders.

His movements were slow, just so he could catch your marveling reaction as he revealed his bare torso, but the fabric had been too fitting and tight for his body anyway.

As soon as he pulled his shirt over his head and off his body, your eyes locked on his body to admire his brawny and toned physique. But more stunningly was how Toji Fushiguro was a mural of tattoos, intricate artworks that had been carefully selected and embedded into his torso—stylized letters, entwined violets, and hyper-realistic scenery. What demanded the most attention, though, was a prominent phoenix that covered his right chest, emerging victorious from a plume of smoke and ashes, its feathers spanning into his shoulder and back.

Easily, you were enchanted. You didn't have a chance to view his tattoos before. But Toji himself had always been enchanting.

“Come closer,” the man commanded, tone low and gravelly. He dragged his waistband down until his hardened dick sprang free with great force. His cock was swollen and red and violently angry, precum beading at the tip after he had long neglected himself from his release. "I’ve missed you."

You shifted forward on the countertop.

“Then do anything to me.”

Just to test you, he experimented a little, pinching your nipples with the knuckles of his fingers and smiling like a mad dog when you squeaked. "Anything?"

"Yes," you breathed out, nodding and back arching into his touch.

Obviously, you were too lost in arousal to comprehend the power placed into your tattooed therapist's hands, and Toji silently wished that Naoya Zenin could hear his wife begging for someone else like this.

He patted your cheek and cooed.

So silly, so cock drunk, so desperate.

That was what you were, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You reached between your legs to grab at his dick, lining the tip up to your entrance as Toji groaned from the contact.

"How are you so wet for me?” he hissed, gritting his teeth hard.

“Please, please, come on—” After a long bout of negligence, you had become incredibly whiny and desperate, seeking attention and affection like never before. “I’m too turned on. Just…please ruin me.”

Toji had been close to bursting already, but an intense flash stifled him when your words registered as music to his ears, his large hands helping you swipe his dick between your folds slowly. Teasing them both.

He had been well lubricated from the precum that slipped from the head, his massive cock so hard from the anticipation that awaited such that he could feel electricity buzzing at his fingertips. All because he couldn't handle himself when you begged for him like this. Yet, Toji resolved to fuck you with everything he had—for as long as he could, anyway—and slipped himself gradually into your warm and moist heat.

Shudders.

All that filled the room were shudders.

Toji’s eyes darkened as he pressed through the tight resistance, your muscles squeezing around his length. He had to will every fiber within him to not lose himself. He was this close to falling apart, unraveling. Because holy shit, were you fucking tight.

Beneath him, you suppressed a whimper.

“Damn,” you sputtered, abandoning any remaining hesitation and clenching around him. Compared to his pathetic cousin, your therapist was not small by any means. "You feel so good inside of me, Toji."

Ah, hell.

He needed to get you to relax. He could barely move and, if your walls squeezed him any harder, he might just be hurled over the edge and cum all over your thighs, staining your freshly showered body.

“Oh,” he managed to hum in contentment, closing his eyes momentarily so that he could shut down all other senses except for one. His arms wobbled a little, his hands digging hard into your sides as his hips moved slowly—very, very slowly—out before going back in again.

At the languid thrusts, your head fell back and your hips lifted upon instinct, one hand pressed against the counter for stability as the other skimmed over his tattoos. He's so hot. You're so hot. He makes you feel so hot.

Toji growled again when your fingers brushed against the inked phoenix's wings, gliding over his pectoral muscle. He loved being touched like this and only wanted you to examine him more, rewarding you with movements wholly deep and stimulating.

As moans flowed freely from your mouth, Toji would tell you to shut up. After all, Megumi dwelled only a few doors away and must not be forgotten. But how could Toji bring himself to hush the sweet sounds that you sang?

“Yes, just like that,” you whined at some point, fingers clawing into his chest. “Fuck. Fuck, Toji.”

He raised a disapproving brow. “Just Toji?”

“Fuck, daddy.”

And Toji lost his fucking mind.

Since when did you talk like this? Pretty princess with a potty mouth. Who would’ve thought? It was sexy. So goddamn sexy.

"You’re incredible,” he found himself saying.

Toji had never been harder than he was at this moment, his cock like a fucking titanium rod as his listless movements degraded into an onslaught, throbbing and twitching as he replayed your dirty words in his head.

He felt extraordinarily horny, aroused, and invigorated.

Meanwhile, you looked like a fucking fairy—his fucking fairy, to be clear: features glowing golden under the ambient lights, pupils dilated and blown out wide, skin glistening from both water and sweat.

Long ago, Toji figured that you had given up in your attempts to get away from him, the sole struggle from your body being how your walls involuntarily twitched and tensed amidst the storm of pleasure and pain he had brewing within your core.

If only Toji had more hands. That way, he could simultaneously pull at your hair, wrap his fingers around your neck, and swat at your bouncing tits.

In a moment like this, he hated having to choose and grabbed your legs in the end, moving them from the counter to his shoulders. Toji could now go even deeper, and boy, did this new angle  have you seeing stars.

“Oh, goodness,” you blubbered, coughing and drooling and panting. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“I know,” Toji said arrogantly.

Lucky for you, he was a mature man who could hold his load. Other boys didn’t know shit. If they were in his current position, they would have busted their nuts long ago, too impulsive and easily excited to exert much self-control.

Toji, on the other hand, knew how to dig his fat cock into your cervix over and over, brushing that one special spot within you along the way. To make you scream. To keep you addicted. To take his cousin’s wife at his mercy.

The room filled with sounds that resulted from skin contacting skin—squelches and wet smacks—and you were left loud and messy, feeling so good that you could not think straight. 

“Shit, you’re so good to me. Can’t get enough of this pussy,” he grunted, hand pulling back before connecting with the meat of your ass with one loud  slap.

You cried out, fighting back tears that welled from the pain. “That… hurts!”

“But my kitten loves being roughened up, no?” he taunted, licking at his scar again as he observed you: love bites littered over your neck, nipples perked into pebbles, skin marked and slightly bruised.

“I,” several huffs in between, “I can’t take this for much longer. I’m so close. I think I’m going to—”

“Only if you tell me who owns you.”

His words made you whine, and the therapist took great pleasure in the way you contorted. The demand had taken you by surprise because Toji had never denied you the right to your pleasure before. In fact, he had always been the type to coax you to cum, telling you to cream all over him instead.

Tonight, however, he wanted to set things straight. For a while, he had been thinking that he ought to buy you a collar just so you would remember who you actually belonged to—who really taught you what sex feels like—and heat tore through his skin again from the fantasy.

Admittedly, Toji was a tad bit possessive.

But he needed to drill into your head that you were not Sukuna’s or Choso’s or Geto’s.

And most certainly, not Naoya Zenin’s.

“Well?” He was fully aware of what was happening and taking true delight in your futile struggle, knowing exactly what you needed but wanting you to obey him first. Snaking an arm around your body, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and purred, “Who knows how to fuck you right?”

“Toji Fushiguro does,” you chanted, lacing your fingers with his, your body in sheer pain from need. “Guys my age could never.”

Which was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

So, you did.

His permission sent you vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as your orgasm ripped through.

Your lips parted. Your cheeks hollowed. Your arms wavered.

Despite everything, you continued begging for his cock harder, faster, just like that. At some point, the hand once tangled with your therapist’s now slotted into your mouth to muffle any exclamations of pleasure as the waves continued to ripple fiercely through your body. Throwing your head back against the wall, you could dully feel your teeth puncture the skin between your thumb and pointer finger. Yet, that didn’t bother you, didn’t even hurt, and only served to add to your masochistic satisfaction as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him.

“What a good girl.”

Toji was remorseless as he continued his abuse, the tendons of his hands and arms flexing from the effort needed to keep your lower body still, the tattoos on his wrists appearing pitch black under the glimmer of your juices. The wetness that spilled from you was so abundant, dripping down onto the floor. With any luck, once this was all over, you would have left a mess such that Toji would be forced to assign Megumi to bathroom cleaning duty in the morning.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," was what he managed to say just as his gut suddenly tensed. He couldn't even control it. Without further warning, thick ropes of semen shot from him and into your womb. He grunted loudly, lurid fantasies dissipating as his mind went blank from his climax, his own groan hardly recognizable from how guttural his voice had become.

“Give me all your cum, daddy,” you wailed as you came again, pussy tightening impossibly on his cock and practically massaging every single drop out of him.

Toji was not done, he didn’t want to be done.

Despite his blurred vision and terse jaw, Toji wanted to give you every ounce that he was worth. He gritted his teeth as he fucked up into you, pace irregular and sloppy. He made sure to push every possible milliliter of his seed deep into your stomach, the rest of his load spilling against his balls.

His cock was far too sensitive and overstimulated, but he felt  so goddamn good that he wanted to keep going and going until he was completely spent with nothing more to give.

“Fuck,” he choked, on the brink of tears.

Toji had to take a moment to recover fully, keeping his eyes closed while his chest heaved from the sheer exertion of his orgasm. His breathing was deep, wet, and haggard, and he was blistering hot even without clothes on. His slicked-back hair was soaked with sweat and hung limply in front of his flushed face. As he slumped over, he sensed a new pain in his shoulder, and he guessed that he must have strained something without noticing. Cum inevitably dribbled from your hole as he pulled out, splattering on the floor and mixing with your juices earlier.

He strode toward the bathroom closet, grabbing additional towels.

After wrapping them around you and himself, Toji brought you close to his frame and directed you into his bedroom diagonally across the hall. The rest of the night was quiet, especially since you both were consumed by exhaustion and post-coital haze. You rolled onto his canopied bed without sound, Toji lying next to you and pulling you snugly against his chest. After ensuring that you were okay, he kissed the sweet temple by your forehead and the bruises on your collar, smiling softly when you hummed in response.

He could hardly recall the last time he had felt so warm and so content, wanting nothing more than to cling onto this moment for as long as he could. In the back of his head, his conscience scolded him harshly. He still owed you plenty of explanations. For how he had been hiding his family, his relationships, and his original motive in using you to help him get back at his enemies.

Yet, as he pushed aside these intrusive thoughts and murmured to you ‘Goodnight,’ one thing became clear:

Toji Fushiguro was far too selfish to let you go.

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end notes: This is my first time writing smut that comprehensively includes Toji’s POV. While we have always gotten Y/N's POV in sex, I wanted to include Toji's perspective so that we could get into his psyche a little since he's battling his own demons as well.

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hellsslibrary · 1 year

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✧･ﾟ:*NSFW Alphabet with Riddle Rosehearts*:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : switch(mostly sub)!bottom!Riddle, kink for size difference, oral, praise kink, soft sex, teasing, roleplay(King and Queen of Hearts), pet play, male reader.

Trey <————«« Riddle »»————> Jack

Heartslabyul. Riddle Rosehearts.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

He is very tired after sex, no matter what the pace was, no matter who dominated, no matter how many rounds and how intense the sex was. He is always tired. He also has a weak throat, I think, so he's always thirsty. So take care of the cute, red-haired boy, okay?

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well... I guess his favorite body part in you is your eyes. He loves the way they shrink, looking down at him as he lies helpless underneath you, writhing in pleasure. He loves the way you close them when he pleases you. And he just loves your loving, sensual look when you talk about loving him.

His favorite body part in him is probably all parts of his body anyway. He's been very prepared for your first time by reading everything there is to know about two men having sex and... He's probably been doing some practice so somehow he loves everything about him and won't pick out anything about him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Considering his overly balanced and proper diet, his sperm is probably one of the most perfect. Like the truth, this is the most ordinary sperm, and it is released in a measured, normal amount, absolutely nothing unusual.

As for you, he'd rather you cum outside of him. He just doesn't want to give you the hassle of washing it out of him and himself too. Although he doesn't mind if you want to cum inside, yes.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mmm, since the beginning of the relationship, he may have had the idea of role-playing the King and Queen of Hearts (Well, she's literally his prototype, so yeah). And, given that the king is much more loyal and kind (albeit still as infantile as his wifey), you would take a more submissive position, and he would, on the contrary, be more dominant and then you would violate one of the rules of the queen and on you would have hung a collar, though very unpleasant and heavy :( .Well, I leave everything else to your taste, imps~.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's... a total virgin. His mother is clearly "one partner for life", at least for her ideal son, so yes, he is definitely a virgin. Although his mother probably taught how to handle the female body and certain parts of it, apparently confident that her son would not be able to fall in love with a guy.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Mmm, doggy style? He doesn't really like it when you see his face, although he loves when you play with his body however you want, but in the end he definitely gives up and puts his head on the pillows, exposing half of his face to you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is definitely serious. Although if you have the most ordinary relaxed, sensual sex where you just enjoy each other, then he can lower his walls a little and joke here and there, but not much.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Definitely very clean, the hair is just completely shaved off. Like really, how can Riddle of all people not be clean there? Although the color matches, the same strawberry red.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Of course very strongly! For him, sex is primarily a moment of your privacy, a moment where you can enjoy each other without unnecessary factors. He is incredibly romantic, even if sometimes he can be shy about it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He hardly has time for that, anyway. But I guess he doesn't do it often anyway, he'd rather have sex with you than his hand or anything.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Kink for praise, obviously! I won't even explain it, it's just Riddle. I think pet play. Like why not? He will gladly put himself under your command, knowing that you do not want to harm him. Or he will take command. Depends on your tastes. And I have one thought that maybe he has a kink for tenderness(?). I don't know how to explain it better, but I think it's the caring and gentle handling of him that turns him on during sex.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Within those places where ABSOLUTELY NO ONE can see or hear you. But probably the bed, he's simple enough in his looks.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

I think it fires up surprisingly fast or not at all. Although given his temperament, this should not be surprising. It's just the truth... One moment he'll have a hard-on from a few words whispered in his ear from you, and the next time he won't have a hard-on even after you teasingly rub his cock through his pants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sex in public or semi-public places. Too much use of pain. And probably humiliation (albeit in a playful or, uh, romantic way maybe), but if you tease him like that... You better not do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to give. After all, he read a lot of books before your first time, like I said before, so he definitely knows what he's doing... Only in his head, of course.

Although he still loves to receive, of course! Blowjob, rimming, eating out, whatever! He likes everything as long as you do it. (Although for some reason it seems to me that he preferred rimming/eating out).

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slower and gentler tempo. He does not like to rush, he wants everything to be beautiful, cute and romantic. So he definitely prefers this pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He... Not a fan of that. Absolutely not a fan of this. One orgasm is probably not enough for him to satisfy himself. But if you or he really wants to fuck, but you don't have too much time, then of course he will agree.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He won't take risks, nope. Experiments of course. But he will not risk your reputation, health, or anything else. But to satisfy your perverted fantasies or offer his own, he is happy to.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Well, it lasts quite an average amount of about 5-10 I guess. Although somewhere around 12, he is already starting to get overstimulated.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn't have them. He considered it too dirty and unpleasant. Like who needs toys if there are hands, genitals and stuff? He... Began to treat them neutrally after starting a relationship with you. At least he doesn't mind them, and he'll keep something if you give it to him, but he's unlikely to buy it himself.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

Riddle will not tease you if you are dominant. He wants to be completely obedient and a good boy for you, although he may tease you a little if it pleases you, but he will immediately finish with any disapproval from you. But he loves to tease you when he dominates. He just finds something sexy in your pleading or in your facial expression when he teases you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He thought he would be quiet like 1/10. But finished somewhere at 7-8/10. It's loud enough, yes. He doesn't scream though. But it's still very loud and that changes that fact. It's too easy for him to feel pleasure when it all starts, so he just can't handle it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He definitely has a kink to the size difference, it's true, you can't deny it. He's just tiny, and he's tiny there too. I'm just heading the headcanon for the fact that he has a small dick and has always been shy about it, even at the beginning of a relationship with you (well, I mean you're a guy biologically, if not, grow your dick). But after all, why does he need a big dick if he's the bottom, right? :)

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Very slim. Maybe a little muscle, but it seems to me that there are not so many of them. Well, his penis is small in both size and girth, as I said earlier. 3-4 inches / 7-10 cm.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It is very low. I doubt he ever wanted to have too much sex, other than his puberty, of course. But on his own, he doesn't want to fuck very often, so in almost all situations you need to offer it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He... I think he generally has a hard time falling asleep, worrying about something or remembering. But I think next to you and even more so, given that he is tired, I think he will fall asleep quickly enough.

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randomgurl2326 · 8 months

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Ask Box: Open

Gryffindors

Harry Potter

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Hermione Granger

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Ron Weasley

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Fred Weasley

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George Weasley

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Bill Weasley

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Slytherins

Theodore Nott

Andromeda and Perseus: Destined SERIES

Summary: Theodore Nott and Y/N Riddle have been betrothed to each other from a young age. Some say it was a betrothal of convenience, some say it was destined.

All movies will be included, plus a prologue and epilogue.

Stars and Book Annotations

Summary: the one where real love is shown, not only through words, but by little observations.

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Mattheo Riddle

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Ravenclaws

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merakiui · 1 year

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Tell us more about Dr. Riddle and his captive pregnant wifey please!! Omg

Riddle has this delusion that you’re incapable of taking care of yourself without his aid. After all, he’s the licensed professional. He knows your body more than you do—at least on a professional level. He keeps you chained and collared to a metal support beam in the basement, and there’s a fluffy mattress for a bed. He feels immensely bad for subjecting you to these conditions, but the last time he thought he could trust you enough to bring you upstairs you nearly ran away. So for now you’re given fluffy sheets and pillows in hopes that it’ll provide enough comfort and soften you to this situation. Riddle doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has no choice sometimes, especially when you try to escape.

Still, it’s in a doctor’s nature to be patient and so he remains calm when interacting with you, even when you yell and struggle and kick. Sometimes he snaps at you, but for the most part he’s always sweet. Always smiling so adoringly at you, even when you’re crouched and shivering, too fearful to do anything but nod. You pick at your meals and he tries so hard to get you to eat everything on your plate. You need the energy. Don’t starve yourself; he won’t allow it. He sits in front of you and tries to start conversations as if everything is completely normal.

Inevitably, you’ll get pregnant. He wants a lot from you, and there’s no chance you’ll ever escape him. You’re trapped here; you have no say in the matter. Riddle keeps you just weak enough so you won’t feel compelled to squirm or hit him when he’s near you. It’s medicine, he claims, but you never know where medicine starts and when magic fades away. You have no clue if any of this is even a spell or the result of some prescription he thinks you need. During copulation, you feel so foggy and distant, as if you’re wading through a sea of smoke. Shamefully enough, you hate that it feels good. You hate that you cling to him when he’s making love to you, and it’s always so telling when you soak through the sheets with your slick arousal. How can you not when he’s whispering the sweetest things—things no one has ever told you before?

He’s even more of a controlling mess when you start getting symptoms, even more so when you start showing. He treats you as if you’re glass. Everything must be perfect; he can’t lose the baby. He can’t lose you. He drives himself half-mad ensuring you’re content and healthy, but with each passing month you only grow more hormonal. You’re so protective of the baby. Every time he attempts to get close to you, you curl in on yourself and hide your belly with the duvet or your arms. Riddle understands the bond between mother and child is a special, sacred thing, but please let him take your temperature, let him rub the oil on your belly, let him help you to the bathroom. You’re so stubborn, but he remains patient, scarily so.

Your wardrobe changes with each trimester. By the final few months, you’re swathed in soft, flowing, easy-to-remove nightgowns. Riddle seems to fall for you even more, if such a feat was possible. He loves you in spite of all the heartache you cause when you hide from him, protect your baby bump from him, insist you can do everything yourself. In between all of that, though, you struggle with your pregnancy libido. Grinding into your hand isn’t nearly as fulfilling as real, raw sex with Riddle. He smiles at you as he watches you try and fail to work yourself towards orgasm. Let him help; he knows you need him. You just refuse to recognize this yet and that’s okay. Your doctor always knows best, after all. He only wants to help you as a doctor (and lover) should.

Your child is raised in captivity. She’s a sweet thing, rosy-red hair like Riddle. But she has your eyes and so she’s the most precious treasure in your world. You love her to pieces in spite of everything. At first you refused to give her a name, as naming anything leads to inevitable affection, and you almost didn’t want to love her. But she deserves to be loved; it’s not her fault. You try to raise her, but it’s tiring with Riddle’s constant control. He never raises his voice at either of you, though, even when he’s frustrated. For that, you’re relieved. It’s exhausting to be a mother, but you’re determined to be the best mother for your little girl.

You hope to escape someday with your child in tow, but Riddle always has so many elaborate plans. He’s so organized when he pens all of the future goals he has for you and your child to be a good, happy family. And if you start to get just a little too smart and cunning for his liking, some medicine will provide an easy fix. That, or another pregnancy. Doctor’s orders. :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #tw: pregnancy #tw: baby trapping

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fluffymaxsworld · 11 months

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masterlist!🌷

i already know it’s gonna be so unorganized, so please tell me if i forget to update.

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new posts every week!

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👻 simon “ghost” riley

who’s calling you? pick it up.

just him fucking you dumb while soap hears everything (nsfw, mdi, porn no plot)^

halloween special! [pt2 coming out on xmas]

you’re price’s daughter at the tf141 halloween party (nsfw, porn and plot)

seven days

simon riley is a world famous model who need help with his reputation, so he decides to work in an orphanage for a week.

neighbors

you and simon are just neighbors, not even friends. but one day you decide to bring to him cookies<3 (fluff)^

request <3

you’re johnny’s sister and he’s drunk! (nsfw, porn and plot)

👑 könig

request <3

you’re very soft spoken and shy, but luckily this big masked man come to save you

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🍰 leon kennedy

husband!leonkennedy x wifey!reader

headcanons with your sweet husband leon (slight nsfw at the end)

📻 carlos oliveira

headcanons<3

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🌹 jason todd

impatient

just you being super horny while your boyfriend is out for patrol so you send him a spicy pic… (nsfw, mdi, porn and a little plot)^

💎 dick grayson

!! upcoming !!

💰 bruce wayne

!! upcoming !!

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💍 miguel o’hara

affection

a short love story inspired by “affection” by cigarettes after sex (no smut, hurt/comfort)^

🎸 hobie brown

!! upcoming !!

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🚬 theodore nott

“you were… everything”

he can’t get over you… but you can. (angst!! hurt/no comfort?)

instagram posts

literally what the title says lmao (modern au, fluff, photos)

🩹 mattheo riddle

!! upcoming !!

i accept request in dm or in the comments!🫶

#masterlist

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 6 months

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I've been feeling inclined to vent about the general concept of "substance use" and "dependency" recently for no particular reason, and it's probably just my own brain finally processing some of the things that happened to me in The Bad Times but what the hell lets go with it.

I was pretty much straight edge until my mid 20s, no alcohol, cigarettes, weed, nothing. Then I got into a series of abusive relationships, nearly died of Mystery Diseases, and a pandemic happened right after. My life went from barely getting by in the world to bouncing between constant crises overnight. I was in therapy and had been for years, I had self care tools and was using them. I was medicated for all of my diagnosed mental health needs (ADHD wasn't on the record yet, so was still unmanaged, but I was doing my best behaviorally to keep on top of shit, obviously that stopped working fast). I worked full time plus going to school part time plus working part time at my internship for a grand total of about 90 hrs per week of work/school related obligations. I lived with several other people who I worked to support financially and who I needed to also support emotionally, and I still managed to run my household for the most part with minimal support except from wifey who was also working about 60-70 hour weeks at her own job to help us make ends meet and was only barely medicated and managed herself. I genuinely don't know when I slept or rested.

The first thing I tried was weed. I used edibles to sleep without nightmares or the anxieties that would keep me up for the rare few hours I had to rest. It also helped with the constant pain I was in. I would get high as fuck on a weed brownie or a pre roll on the one day off I had each month so I didn't have to think or feel or exist because it was the only way I could find to genuinely relax anymore without worrying about the growing mountain of Life Responsibilities that I could never catch up on. Life eased a bit, and I kept doing that.

One day, I had a rare night off, and wifey was going to go out to a club with some friends. I hadn't been anywhere fun in years. I hadn't had time or money or energy. I was desperate to see people and relax and maybe sance a little. A pandemic was on, and the local clubs were having discounts like mad. We went and got shitfaced on cocktails that cost less than lunch at a diner for a round and I made out with a cute girl and I came home laughing for the first time in years. From then on, we would keep a cheap six pack of something in the fridge and every once in a while I would down 2-3 and get fucked up for a bit between that and the weed. Life felt a bit easier and I kept going.

But behind the scenes the cracks kept forming. It wasn't the substances that were causing them. And they weren't even what was making it worse. But they were letting me pretend those cracks weren't there. Letting me run from a reality I knew I couldn't fix. By the time I realized how bad things had gotten, how deep into the pit I was, I was living in a tent in the woods, cooking my dinners on a campfire with my family, throwing back weed and cheap booze like my life depended on it because god what the fuck else do you have when a creek and a rainstorm are the closest you get to a shower and your bed is a pile of blankets in a military surplus tent with all the warm bodies piled together so you don't fucking freeze at night?

I was still working full time though, and for those hours, I had to be sober. No if ands or buts about it. And I was okay with that line, even if it left me riddled with anxiety and trauma and stress 16 hours a day while I worked my doubles in the ER and came home to try and scrub the COVID off in the creek before I went back to the tent. And then a coworker asked me if I wanted to join her on a cigarette break. I did. I desperately wanted to feel normal. To chitchat and talk about nothing important, and feel the breeze on my face. So I bummed a cigarette and smoked with her. That one cigarette became 3 a day. Then 6. Then, a whole pack. A nervous habit of sucking on a cigarette or a vape whenever I needed to fidget or relax while still being sober. It's been 3 years now and I've tried to quit half a dozen times but here I am in my fucking home office pulling on a cigarette like it's my last hope of comfort.

I don't drink anymore though. My body won't let me. Blah blah allergic reactions blah blah. Fine. I kept trying for a while, allergies be damned. But it stopped being worth it. Sometimes the cigarettes aren't worth it either. I choke on every inhale and my body dry heaves like it knows I'm putting in something it doesn't want. On those days I don't smoke. I don't think there have been many days I've gone without weed. I honestly don't know what to do with myself on the days I abstain. Like I do? I can cope. I just. I'm still so tired.

The part of me that broke all those years ago and said fuck it, lets see what drugs do, is still recovering. It's still resting and healing. Some days are better than others. Some days it does fine and it says "lets fuckin rawdog the day my mans" and I do, and it's great. Other times it's so small and frail that I know if I tried I might break it again, and I just can't risk that.

I've been told before that this is dependency. Maybe even misuse. I've been told by others that this is the point. If it's helping, then let it. I don't know what the answer is. Some days I resent not being the person I was before I started using weed and cigarettes to get through the day. I've tried other things too, and they've never done much for me, so I never went back. Does that mean that I'm not "dependent" I'm "self-medicating"? Is that a good or a bad thing? Does it fucking matter? I honestly don't know. I wish it didn't feel like it mattered. I wish that I could go through my days and feel like I had more of a choice. I actually miss being able to get high lol. Like weed hasn't given me an actual high in years, it just. Helps me get through things a little better. But how much am I really willing to keep living that way? How much of my life do I *want* impacted by whether or not I can smoke or have some thc? Some days it's fine. Some days I'm bothered by it.

The thing that gets me every time though is how at every single point when I made the choice to pick up a new "substance" it was because I was desperate, overwhelmed, and completely without alternatives. I knew full goddamn well every time what I was doing. I had years of both anti-drug war knowledge and addiction/recovery knowledge in my brain and I understood that I was at my most vulnerable, I was my most at risk. That making this choice could be fine or could be life changing or could be somewhere in between and it was worth being self aware as I did it. But I just. I was so tired. I was so broken down. I just needed to rest. I needed to feel something other than the stress and fear for a while. And no one was offering me anything else that made a dent. Trust me. I tried.

I don't say this to suggest to people that Drugs Are The Answer. I genuinely don't think they are. I still wish every day I had never picked up that first cigarette. I still wish that I felt well enough to live my life without needing help to rest and recover. But I can't blame anyone who makes the choices I did. I can't doubt the feelings of need and desperation that often drive us to interact with our support tools the way we do. I've also found over the years, that it's not just "substances" that people will turn to for help with avoidance the way I did. Avoidance is so very very human, and the way I skirted around acknowledging how beyond my capacity for repair my life was getting (even while actively working to resolve those things) had more to do with mh inability to acknowledge that I was failing people I loved than what tool I was using to avoid the acknowledgement. It could just as easily have been my work, or video games, or shopping, or gardening, or anything else in the world that allowed me to isolate myself in a world that felt smaller and simpler for a while so I could take a break from problem solving the way the rest of my world was steadily crumbling around me. I chose weed, alcohol and nicotine. Other people will make other choices. But maybe we all sometimes run away from problems we realize we can't solve until one day we're backed into a corner we can't run from. Maybe that's just human. Maybe the drugs just made me feel less like shit while I ran. And maybe that's part of how I survived to make things right for myself.

I really don't know. I can't know.

What I do know is that I left the relationship that was destroying my life. I'm safe now, and wifey and I are doing much better now that our communication isn't being actively sabotaged. I'm doing much better now healthwise that the food in my home is consistently safe to eat for me and I'm not being left without any food at all on a semi-regular basis. I *am* still the primary breadwinner of the household, but it no longer feels as though I have to run the household itself on top of that, and I *am* consistently supported (encouraged even) to rest when needed, even if that is still hard for me to do. I've stopped drinking, and that does feel better. I spend less time and energy seeking substances and I *do* smoke fewer cigarettes less often even if I do still smoke sometimes. I feel happier and more stable than I think I ever have. My life is. Mostly working? And pretty good now. The cracks have been able to heal in ways that are, if not structurally sound, at least working up to it. I am fragile, but making progress. Does that mean I made the right choices? The wrong ones? Will I ever know?

I dunno comrade. But. We all do what we can, what we must, and what we can figure out. Maybe judgement and shame about all that just doesn't help.

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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• sunflowers — hangman adam page — chapter two •

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{ you have chosen : go with willow }

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fighting willow’s strength was practically impossible, for she had managed to drag you from your bedroom, down the hall and out the front door within a matter of seconds, with little to no objection from you…not that you had much of a choice in the matter.

the warm summer sun beating against your skin with a blistering heat, rays of light practically blinding your eyes, sensitive to the change of light. once they adjusted, after a few rapid blinks or so, you caught a glimpse of the beautiful mare prancing openly in the fields, her gorgeous dapple grey coat shimmering under the midday sun, with an almost blue-grey hue.

“looks like she finally had that foal” willow mentioned, momentarily distracted by the foal following behind her closely, barely leaving its mother’s side. the ranch looked especially dishevelled this day, the heat already getting to the few farmers in the fields, fanning themselves off with their hats while the other had retreated back to their quarters to cool of for a few moments, even the animals mimicked their human counterparts, the horses especially taking shelter underneath the gigantic oak tree near the far left of the pasture, those of which who had to retired back into the stable already.

“anyway, i wonder where that handsome devil is?” willow quickly returned herself back to reality, eyes scanning cautiously for this new stable hand.

“willow, i don’t think this is such a good idea-“

“there’s no harm in introducing yourself my dear, y/n” her infectious smile matched the same radiating warmth of the sun. god she could be so persuasive even without saying a word. she still held a death grip on your wrist, dragging you off the porch, almost falling flat on your face in the process as you attempted to make your way down the stairs due to willow’s brute yet unintentional force

“bet he’s in the stables” willow commented, more to herself than to you. a determined look graced her usually soft and innocent features, pouty lips furrowed slightly hellbent on your introduction to the unknown stablehand.

“if i embarrass myself i am going to kill you” you whisper-yelled as the two of you approached the stables, silently praying to god that he was not inside.

“y/n if that happens, which i highly doubt, i give you my permission” her response quick and sarcastic, her curls bouncing slightly with them quirky movements of her head

your body felt weak, chest felt heavy and riddled with an anxiety that was definitely not commonplace. you eyed willow suspiciously, her hand lightly pushing the heavy barn-like door open slightly. she’s leaked through the crack offering you a silent thumbs up mere seconds after confirming her suspicions. the two of you tip-toed inside, hoping the slight creak of the door did not alert him of your presence.

“he’s around the corner, take a look”

“are your crazy?! don’t you think this is a bit creepy?!-“

willow clasped a hand across your mouth hastily, quickly peering around the corner, noticing that he was still enamoured with the horses

“just be quiet and take a look”

you rolled your eyes exaggeratedly, perking slightly past the corner, freezing when you first caught a glimpse of him. your mouth ran dry, throat hoarse and empty of words. willow was right, he was indeed be

handsome, his hair long, golden curls tied back into a loose bun, trimmed beard matching the same golden hue, body soft, yet shapely and firm, perfect for cuddling-

you shook your head at that last part of your thought, trying to rid it from your memory.

his attire was neat, yet slightly smudged with dirt and hay, a pale blue button down, the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, a simple pair of dark washed denim jeans and brown cowboy boots hidden underneath. you caught yourself staring, not able to bring yourself to look away, simply watching on in awe, blinking absentmindedly as he tended to the horses.

his eyes twitched in your direction slightly, seemingly having caught you in his peripherals. you squeaked in embarrassment, quickly taking your place behind the stable wall, willow show you a questioning look

“what happened-“

“he saw me-“ you whisper yelled

“what-?!” willow remarked, a sliver of a smile forming across her petal-shaped lips

“he saw me!-“ you repeated immediately clasping your hand across you mouth upon realising how loud you were

“is anyone there?” his voice echoed around the stables, the slight southern drawl made your heart flutter despite your shock and horror. you could barely catch a glimpse of him scanning the stable through the small cracks in the wood, willow already, albeit silently, urging your to introduce yourself

“go.” willow urged continuously.

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fatedstrands · 1 year

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16. Be embarrassed or be afraid?

OOC//Munday Meme

I would rather be embarrassed. I'm tired of being afraid, tired of being scared, call it my villain era or whatever but I don't care anymore, yknow?

Besides, embarrassing moments sometimes become your greatest memories. Like with my sister's name, or with my wifey we've had MANY silly moments I was embarrassed about but now are some of my most beloved memories.

Like the Nib Ribbler or when I try to speak and flub so hard I just sound like a seal, we both fall into the happy little seal flubs and it makes us laugh and my days so much brighter.

Fear just lingers, it clutches your heart and hauls you down into anxiety riddled freezing and I just can't handle it more than I'm already forced to.

'I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees' - Citizen Soldier's 'Face to Face' song.

#The Angelic Choir #bishopinblue #ooc//#t//munday funday answers

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jasdiary · 2 years

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14 and 15 for mommy wife juvia💗💗

Wifey Juvia is here for delivery 💪💪💪

14: Juvia’s an over achiever. She get’s upset when she’s not at the level she knows she can be at, and that shows when it comes to grades. She’s an average B+ / A student which it’s smth to proud of, but she can’t help but feel like anything below a 100% is not good enough. Outside of the slight angst, Riddle helps her a lot in her studies <3

15: Hmm…..Juvia’s pretty open about herself so you’d think she has no secrets. Lies. Her biggest secret she’ll take to the grave is that Deuce caught her singing one time. Not just a regular hum to a song, i’m talkin’ high notes and growls and FEELING. She essentially gave Deuce a free concert not even knowing he was at the door way just dropping off the chocolate milk she asked for 😭😭😭 Juvia would rather die than have people hear her sing so she begged threatened Deuce not to say anything LMAOO. and he didn’t cuz he’s a good bf but he does like to hear Juvia sing sometimes when she’s up for it <3

#starry night rose #twisted wonderland #twst #deuce spade #juvia🪞#juvia yuyi espejo #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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emoryinaboat · 2 years

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!! !! !!

TYSM Does this mean introduce 3 ocs??? Idk it does now, just for u bestie <33

(Also important info, all my OCs are magic like it started as a Harry Potter thing but then we obviously transferred them to our own thing and here we are, gay idiots at magic schools)

Cassidy💫

(Bby ur my -inhale- aNGELLL)

Name: Cassidy

Age: 17

Pronouns: She/her (cis)

Sexuality: Omnisexual

General description: The sunshine in the biggest sunshine x stormcloud relationship we have

TRIVIA:

- She has spastic diaplegic cerebral palsy, she can walk independently but not for long so she uses crutches most of the time, wheelchair on low energy days

- All her mobility aids are covered in sanrio stickers or is otherwize bedazzled somehow

- She actually always has beads in her braids, picrew is just a bitch and never has her hairstyle :')

- Has an angsty autistic Kaz Brekker core boyfriend named Booker (my S/O made him) and they are disgustingly in love it's very cute

- She's really good at making origami and she's constantly making little lotuses and dinosaurs for Booker and little frog hoppers for his little sister Bessie

- Talks to her stuffies, she has s o many of them.

- Has been keeping diaries since she was 6, never doesn't have it on her. She's painted a bunch of little white rabbits on the cover because they're her lucky animal

- When she was 9-12 she put those bicycle beads that go click-click-click when you turn the wheel on her chair

- Adores puzzles, riddles and brain teasers. Her rubix cube record is 31 seconds, she's very proud of it

- Idk man she's just really pretty in an aesthetic way, like she always has cute patterns painted on her nails, she has hearts in her edges and eyeliner, she wears cute pajamas to bed, she's just very cute-

- Feels love pains in her arms, needs to squish something

- Love languages are physical touch, gift giving and quality time

Milan⚡

(Bastard./affectionate)

Name: Milan

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/him (cis)

Sexuality: Bisexual

General description: Leading man but he's a little fucked up actually/lh

TRIVIA

- Lead singer and frontman of a famous pop-punk-kindof boyband, at first me and wifey dearest(/lh) couldn't think of a name for the band so we started just calling them Guys Being Dudes but that's what they're called now.

- Is dating his other bandmates, Ruben (mine), AJ and Zach (both my S/O's). Won't shut tf up about them in interviews

- Early diagnosed with bipolar disorder after very nearly decimating their careers.

- Had a really traumatic fanmail incident when they were really starting to break it big. Has some issues with their fans now but he's working on that-

- Has a therapy rat named Eddie (after Venom, not Stranger Things). The band also has one of those crusty white woman dogs/lh named MJ

- He will tell you his favourite movie is Back to the Future. This is a lie, his favourite is How to Train Your Dragon

- Best friends with an Olympic gymnast named Evangeline, she's had to hear his pining for his bandmates for years now

- Was really emo when the band was just starting out. Like bottle blond smeared eyeshadow Set It Off Band-T over striped shirt emo

- He gave Ruben his first haircut and thus saved Ruben from the "Awful First Trans Haircut" narrative because he's been cutting his own hair since he was 11

- Kind of emotionally distant Catholic family. Didn't outright say they don't like his lifestyle but by god they made it known. He only sees them around holidays and he only attends church loosely or for special occasions

- Really loves interacting with fan content, his twitter is a constant spam of fanart and fanfic, he follows back content creators, he reads and hypes up fanfic, all the time

- When he's scared (like harmless horror movie viewing kind) he doesn't scream or jump or anything, he just tenses up and starts crying-

- Colours his nails in with sharpie

Caio 🏁

(I promise you he is not as threatening as the picrew shows he's just got a ~persona~)

Name: Caio

Age: 18

Pronouns: He/him (Cis)

Sexuality: Bisexual with a bigg male preference

General description: We're genius for this ship trope.

TRIVIA

- Drag racer, his cars are his fucking babies

- Yes that's cars plural, his adoptive parents are RICH rich and are away for work a lot so they give him and his sister Genesis more allowance than they know what to do with. So what's an ND adrenaline-seeking teenage boy gonna do? Drag racing of course.

- Autism and ADHD and enough people-pleasing trauma to power a small nation. Most of his past relationships were his partners not communicating their relationship expectations and him wanting more than casual hookups and kinda being used :/ and now he doesn't really know how to value his own needs he's working on it-

- But he has a boyfriend now and they are also disgustingly in love and they're gonna make it everyones problem. His name is Keanu (S/O's) and he's a drag queen and I told you we were geniuses for that

- HoH and always forgets to wear his hearing aids, he mostly relies on lip reading. He has a walkie-talkie-radio-thing in his car that flashes when Genesis needs to contact him mid-race (cos like. Cops)

- When he has meltdowns it creates these magic power surges, he's been known to blow out lightbulbs. Once broke down so hard that he cut off the whole house's power

- He used to be on the cheer team and he can still do the flips and stuff, still super flexible

- Has like. No actual friends-

- He acts big at races and stuff but he is just the embodiment of the autism creature. He is just an excitable affection puppy who intensely autism stares when he's hyped

- Is an awful gossip, he needs to know everything about everyone at all times

- He makes rly good coffee-

- Him and Genesis are both fluent in ASL but his parents never bothered to learn. Genesis goes nonverbal sometimes though so Caio acts as translator when that happens

- Love languages are quality time, physical touch, verbal affection and late night drives

#I could talk about these idiots forever.#pls keep this going guys this is fun <3

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cheriwritesig · 3 months

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got tagged, get to know me 😙

1- Do you make your bed?

See... I could lie and tell you I do... I could try and excuse myself... At the end of the day my bed is still unmade...

2- Favourite number?

I don't have one so might aswell tell me yours so I can answer (with rizz) (I like some odd numbers (1, 3, 5, 9) and doubles of those(11, 33, 55, 99)

3- What's your job?

Professional yapper, part time Matt Rempe's hockey coach, sometimes I make music ig

4- If you could go back to school, would you?

I trust the universe will guide me and I trust I am and I will be where I need to be in that moment. I love learning, but I believe I can learn in so many diffrent ways than just school hehe

5- Can you parallel park?

I don't have a license, nor am interested in one... driving scares me...

6- Do you think aliens are real?

Oh definetly. 100% life out there isn't how we could've even tried to imagine, but it's a bit impossible to think earth is the only planet/thing that has life in it. I mean because of the way light and time goes (ergo the further away we look into the galaxy/universe, the further into the past we look into) it might be quite hard to ever know

7- Can you drive a manual car?

It was 2 to accelerate, 1 or B to drift, brake, reverse, directions for items and A to look behind, right?

8- Guily pleasure?

I vibe with JYP music... I know... sometimes I just gotta get that groove back yk?

9- Tattoos?

Currently 3; A phrase ("I live so I love"), a butterfly, and a matching one with my mum hehe,, I also have a septum piercing

10- Favourite color?

Like em all, what can I say, they're all pretty on their own and they all bring me specific feelings each,, usually I answer pink to this question but I love all of them really

11- Favourite type of music?

I have a broad and weird taste ngl- but I gotta mention kpop (that although is an umbrella term and has million genres aside from pop, it's mostly what I listen to) I can vibe with almost anything tbh-

12- Do you like puzzles?

YES. YES. YES. YES. I like puzzles, riddles, logic, I love puzzle games aside from a puzzle 🧩 like Rubik's cube for example, I love escape rooms, and logic problems, and a good murder mystery

13- Any phobias?

Spiders mostly,, for my well being I won't elaborate more, thinking about them on it's own gives me chills in a bad way

14- Favourite childhood sport?

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15- Do you talk to yourself?

See I could straight up say yes... I could even mention how I'm big on the meladaptive daydreaming thing aswell... But I believe if you've read any of my works, or talked to me before, you for sure already know

16- Tea or coffee?

Unpopular oppinion... (not really) but neither TT I like a good iced matcha latte... And that's it. Oh, but don't be fooled, this isn't cause I'm n1 watter enjoyer... *Checks on google how much water does soda have* kinda

17- First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

Bold of you to assume I remember anything about my childhood, at all. And that, furthermore, I had enough time vision to think about what I wanted to "work as" yep no, I have no idea, still don't, life for me is more than work, way more,, I just got a will to live, let's not try to force more expectations on myself (pd: deciding one thing and giving it your all and only center on that, holding onto the result to see if it was worth it or not... It sounds dystopian to me rn)

18- What movies do you adore?

legally blonde. legally blonde. legally blonde. legally blonde. legally blonde.

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this was fun hehe thanks pooks @silovsmenot

feel free to pass and/or do it even if I haven't tagged you,, wifey it's your turn @lucifertoxics

#tag game

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doremimosasol · 10 months

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omg 🤭🤭

#character ai #harry potter #fiction #ai #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle #benjamin wadsworth

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stepswowdsen · 1 year

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WATGBS AU: Summary - Part 1

I decided to make a summary post for our WATGBS AU! I’ll post the rest tomorrow! I’m very passionate about my and my friends’ WATGBS AU!

Main game screen of Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea AKA WATGBS (大海原と大海原, Oounabara to Wadanohara), a pixel RPG Maker “horror” game

The main protagonist is Wadanohara, the sea witch

What is WATGBS?

WATGBS stands for Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea. It's a pixel RPG Maker game with some horror elements (so some call it an RPG Maker horror), created by Funa (Funamusea) or DSP (Deep Sea Prisoner), which got an English translation by vgperson, who also translated many other RPG Maker pixel games and Vocaloid songs.

The original WATGBS has many TW/CWs, please be cautious. Funa’s works are all riddled with major issues, very insensitive and distasteful about the sensitive topics it handles, and framed extremely poorly as well

At first, in the first half of the game, WATGBS is just simple and cute. The protagonist, Wadanohara, who is the Sea Witch, just goes around restoring the Blue Sea Kingdom's barriers and it introduces some secondary and minor charas. It's just silly fun. But then the game suddenly jumpsprings tons of lengthy, unecessary gross shit in the 2nd half.

WATGBS could've been remembered as a cute sea animal game with the blue sea witch girl (and some lore with it). Instead, Funa's works are all so infamous for the gross bad endings and lore, and the fucking characters who are pieces of shit. It's a lot of wasted potential, which is sad, since some of the designs and settings are cute.

A colour edit I made of Wadanohara to match closer to what I imagined for our WATGBS AU

What is the WATGBS AU?

The WATGBS AU is an AU between me and my friends! We all contribute to it whenever we have time to draw and write for it.

After that, my friends and I have separated and distanced our WATGBS AU far enough that our AU stories and characters have nothing to do with the original at this point.

The WATGBS AU is literally just (Yoinks characters and the settings, makes an original story)

The WATGBS AU is centered around Idate, a demon orca man who is the protagonist of our WATGBS AU instead. It also focuses heavily on IdaTatsu (Idate/Tatsumiya), and the platonic familial dynamic between the orca brothers, Idate and his older twin brother, Takama.

We heavily revamped the characters' designs and writing, and we also created a lot of original OCs for it too.

Our WATGBS AU’s Idate, the Lord of Space, Lord of the Underworld and “Star Eater”

He’s a Grand Demon!

I’ll talk more on that in a later post! :)

Our WATGBS AU’s Takama, the Lord of Time

He was designed by my friend Snow (@/snowolf-69) on Tumblr and @/snowdodoko on Instagram

He’s a Grand Demon! He’s also Idate’s older twin brother

(I need to redraw this Takama and draw him more in general omg)

Our WATGBS AU’s Tatsumiya, the Lord of Creation

She’s the Grand Sorcerer of the Blue Sea Kingdom! She’s also Idate’s gf/lover and eventual wifey uvu <3

She’s also my wifey wife wife <3

(I need to redraw the chibi Idate omg... They’re so cute tho)

Screenshots of the original WATGBS from vgperson’s site hosting the EN fan-TL for WATGBS

How did it start?

I originally played WATGBS back when I was a young kid. I was always suspicious of the way Funa portrayed certain sensitive themes in her work and the questionable story elements (even back then). But when I came back to replay the game as an adult, I had a lot more self-awareness. So I became very critical of the creator, Funa, and her content.

Ok so, I got into Idate stanning in December 2021, and when my friends first became aware of WATGBS (or started playing the game) in March 2022, we started making a WATGBS AU focused around our faves. It's a revamp/fix-it AU.

We threw out everything gross Funa included in WATGBS. Easy fixes. As we wrote, our AU completely diverged from the OG WATGBS, so it's more like we're telling our original story with the characters now.

I've been invested in our WATGBS AU and versions of the characters since then, and I genuinely adore and cherish all the ideas that everyone comes up with <3

Basically this whole WATGBS AU started when I got obsessed with Idate and IdaTatsu and my friends first found out about WATGBS

Colour edit I made of IdaTatsu (Idate/Tatsumiya)

Important Disclaimer:

Since I draw and write a lot of WATGBS AU related stuffs, I feel like this is an important post to make.

I do not support, nor do I condone anything that the creator, Funa (Funamusea) or DSP (Deep Sea Prisoner), perpetuates in her works. I'm very critical of both the creator and her content.

I'm extremely uncomfortable with the way she deals with serious subjects presented in many of her games, mangas, character stories, lore, and universe of OCs.

I feel like it's worth informing that Funamusea is a pretty bad person, and to please steer far away from the rest of Funa's works if you're uncomfortable with fetishy depictions of heavily sensitive themes. Funa's portrayal of sensitive topics is extremely distasteful.

I don’t stand for creepy garbage and degenerate content, let’s make that very clear

The rest will be under the cut as usual~

What is your WATGBS AU about?

I'll try my best!!! Here's a "summary" write up. Feel free to read, only if you're curious. Our WATGBS AU is very important and personal to me, so I'm always excited to talk about it :)

Idate colour edit I made uvu

My meow meow mf homicidal oreorcat demon man!!!

Tatsumiya colour edit I made uvu

My wife!!!

WATGBS AU SUMMARY: INTRO

It's a WATGBS AU between me and a couple of friends! It has nothing to do with the original WATGBS, it's just us writing our own stories with the characters instead. We made up our own lore and completely revamped the characters' writing and designs.

Our AU focuses a lot on Idate, who is the evil protagonist of our AU. It's very IdaTatsu (Idate/Tatsumiya) centric. Demon orca DILF and magical oarfish MILF

It's also orca brothers/twins centric. It focuses a lot on the platonic familial dynamic between Idate and his older brother, Takama.

And we have our own OCs we created for it too, like our IdaTatsu fankids, Rumia and Shion, as well as our Red Sea and Blue Sea Kingdom ruler OCs, Algol and Lucinda

The basic plot (generally speaking) is about the conflict between the Red Sea and Blue Sea. There's also tons of orca family fluff and backstory angst

WATGBS AU SUMMARY: MESSAGES/THEMES

Our AU's main focuses are like: Angst and fluff. Hurt and comfort and family bonding with the orca family. Romantic attraction, meet cutes, soulmates/fateful encounters and domestic fluff with IdaTatsu

It's just good writing when protagonists (and charas in general) have characters learn from them, and also actively learn from others too.

Even with Idate's setup as a chaotic evil meow meow protagonist in our AU, he still learns things from others, and others learn things from him.

IdaTatsu both benefits and grows from their relationship greatly. The same goes for Idate and Takama's brotherly love/familial dynamic, and every character that Idate grows to love and treat as family. I love everyone's growth.

Despite all the angst that happens in our major angst/backstory arcs, I'd say our AU's main focuses are on growth and development, and allowing these characters a space/setting where they can grow and develop. Everyone comes out of their relationships having grown to become a better, healthier to themselves, person.

I think the main messages are the characters learning to be better people via each other, and the mutual cycle of learning from others (These wonderful messages/themes are inspired from Magi's writing. Magi has excellent character writing, themes, and worldbuilding :) So it gives me a lot of inspiration while writing our WATGBS AU! Also Douman (FGO) is a major inspiration for how Idate is written in our AU. I’d say Douman (FGO) and Magi are my biggest writing inspirations for our AU.)

I call the WATGBS AU characters our OCs lovingy, but we also created a bunch of original OCs for our AU too.

WATGBS AU: IDATE

Idate actually has traits in common with all my top main faves: Hibari (KHR), Douman (FGO), Xanxus (KHR), Judar (Magi). So he's very important and personal to me, and I treat him just like one of my OCs :)

Idate is like if Douman and Judar were put into a single skrunkly. Out of my faves, he has the most traits from both of them. Cuz he's a smiley murderous (^-^) sen-core meow meow mf, a violent smug bastard cat type with emotional issues and a black/white colour scheme :) My fave character type!

I’ll talk more about him in my post tomorrow ^v^ I adore him. He’s one of my sons hehe

CRITICISM OF THE CREATOR AND OG SOURCE MATERIAL

I remember someone made a tweet before like, "If you enjoy some characters but think the source material and/or creator is messed up, you should just take the characters and do your own thing."

You can always criticize Funa and her works and "steal" the characters away from her to take them for yourself, it's always morally correct. Fixing Funa's characters and stories is just morally correct at that point, especially since she's a public indie JRPG creator with such a notorious reputation. I think it's worth pointing out issues with bad public creators and bringing attention and awareness to it (at least within contained spaces)

My friends and I enjoy a couple of the WATGBS characters, but I think both the creator, Funa, and tons of things in her source material are really gross and fucked up. So we just "stole" our faves. Our OCs now. We've been writing and drawing the characters the way we want. No one's going to stop us. Stealy time against bad public creators. Operation: successful

We "stole" Idate and other WATGBS charas (only the ones we like enough to fix) to redesign, revamp and rewrite for our own purposes, and my friends and I are writing our own stories for them. They're our rehomed cat cots. "Steal" as in, we're using them for our own purposes and not paying attention to the original source material anymore

WATGBS AU: OTHER

The WATGBS AU is literally just us running with the characters as our rehomed cat cot OCs. We just used basic names, settings, and/or character basics to make an original story

I call Idate and the others our OCs, cuz if at least 95% of the lore and characterization we added to the charas are ours, they're bsaically OCs at that point. The WATGBS AU is what happens when you and your friends blorbo so hard the characters are all basically your OCs now. Everytime I talk about the charas, I refer to our revamped WATGBS AU versions of the charas by default. Like, when I say Idate, I mean our WATGBS AU Idate, and the same goes with everyone else

Our WATGBS AU is so diverged from the OG WATGBS, it's more like "Fantasy world with our sea creatura faves" Ther ason why I’m obsessed with Idate, IdaTatsu, and our WATGBS AU faves is because I love the fanon versions we made for our WATGBS AU

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https://twitter.com/vivianaruyz/status/1381733407839911941

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