#i couldnt add much to the prompt

[kit-williams]

Cuckoo Anon

Firmly assuming this would be non Canon but this popped in my head and I Must spread it!

Everybody Here is 21+

You know those kinda cheesy romance novels you see in the book/magazine sections of stores?

With handsome, sometimes shirtless, men holding collapsing women in long silk gowns? With titles like The Highlander's Woman or Drowned by Temptation.

...You have to turn your eyes away with a blush as you walk past the book section in your local grocery store.

Astarte romance novels, a Whole new genre has popped up over night and you are Not coping well.

They range in subject and Marine type, Taming the Chaos, Renegade Revelry, His Loyalty Abounds.

Oh lord you are So embarrassed but you can't look away! Or rather you keep flitting your eyes trying to not look, only for them to get pulled back.

The photography for them was honestly immaculate, and that makes you both respect the artist, and loath them all at once.

Good lord, you should just hurry up before Your Astartes gets back from finding his items.

Then again...a quick peak wouldn't hurt. Just for curiosity! In fact you'll Only read the description! Not actually going to read about...that kind of stuff with a Space Marine.

You reach for the shelf.

"Hrm?"

"Eep!" You jump at a familiar grumbling greeting behind you. Whipping around you see your Astarte, with him is a cart full of items he'd set out to retrieve. His posture portrays confusion at your sudden outburst.

Your embarrassment doubles, and your blush erupts filling your face and neck with heat. "Ah h-hey b-buddy! Don't sneak up on me like that! You almost made me jump out my skin! Hahaha." You try to play it off, while blocking his view of the shelves that must not be named.

Your Astartes still looks confused. He tries to peak around your body.

You move to intercept. "Ah hey! Did you find all you stuff?? Great! Great! Let's head home I'm pretty ti-ERD!" You yelp as you big fella gently picks you up and places you to the side.

"Wait No No No! Don't look!" He holds you back just using one arm as if blocking a pet trying to snatch something off a plate.

You can't bear to watch and cover your face with your hands. Maybe he won't understand the titles? Oh please let him not understand your written language! He has eyes doesn't he? He'll clearly be able to see you were eying books about handsome space marines sweeping mortals off their feet. You're pretty sure Astartes can understand Context Clues!

"Hrm..." Your woken from your dooming as your marine grunts again, and you peak through your hands. He's  straightening his posture, and he's-he's got something in his hand.

He'd plucked one of those FORSAKEN romance novels off the shelf, then without another word, places it in the cart.

He then sets the cart in the right direction, and with an exceptional gentleness brings his ceramite clad arm behind your person to usher you foreward.

Curiosity, though baneful to you already, bids you look at which one he'd grabbed. Perhaps he thought you wanted it and were too embarrassed to ask. The thought makes want to melt into the floor.

Until what you see surprises you. The book in question doesn't feature your marine type on the cover, not even a similar faction. But the human model does share some physical qualities with...you??

You glance up at your Astartes as you walk. He glances to you, and...the arm behind you moves from simply nudging you along, to being gently but tenderly wrapped around your form, bringing you closer to him.

You blush for an all New reason, as your space marine continues to proceed to the checkout.

Maybe...maybe those novels aren't so bad after all.

I like to think a lot of these are penned by either people fucking/getting fucked by their Astartes OR are written by Astartes themselves. Oh sure you'd expect the far more SPICY novellas to be written by either noise marines or Chaos space marines dedicated to Slaanesh right but then there's one or two that's being written by a Black Templar with a pen name and a whole god damn author persona because he would rather flog himself publicly naked then let anyone know he's the one writing those erotica level novellas about a Chaos Space Marine seeking redemption and using the power of love as a way to heal, and of course the other series he writes about some mortal and a Black Templar.

Of course I also see the grocery store romance novellas also sometimes being set back home usually just either sticking to a single location but given the scale of 40k that either single fortress monastery or battlecruiser is large enough to contain the plot. Also you bed your britches that for those photography ones that got some battle brother from that specific warband/chapter/legion to pose because if you're going to have a trashy cover and use photographs and not god damn paintings that they use to have then its going to be accurate. (Its the Emperor's Children... both Loyal and Chaos who handle this)((Occasionally the Blood Angels))

As for you dear reader... how cheesy some of these stories can be though sometimes they have a habit of veering off into borderline horror at times with how grim and dark some plot lines can get. Sure if you pick one up about and probably written by a Chaos Space Marine there might be a likely hood of casual sacrifices being mentioned though bless the editors and publishers for making sure those stories are properly tagged. However, even the darker novellas tend to follow the 'power of love' trope, the guy gets the gal, etc. (For better or worse in the case of Night Lord stalker and/or yandere romance/erotica novellas)

Goodness me what started out as one or two books has amassed into a collection... and you don't think you can find anymore to add to it when you clearly get ahold of a story written for an Astartes verses a human. How can you tell? Well besides it being written in gothic and from what you've been able to translate how it is written in a very different style... but far more focused on the mortal. Perhaps like with the different types of marines they've got stories that focus on the mortal?

You can't say only speculate as your Astartis refuses to answer you. But how are you to know he's been writing about you and all the filthy things he would love to do to you. Basing the pair in his books, for both mortals and Astartes, off of the two of you. But who can say... its only speculation.

Tag list: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 7 prompt: Alleyway | "Can you hear me?"

Characters: Marigold, Mel Ages: 28, 14

A young boy sat on the ground of what he can only guess as a narrow alleyway, leaning on the brick wall behind him, hunched over and barely breathing. He slipped in and out of consciousness, his stubbornness and determination the only things keeping him from fully succumbing to his injuries that he had grown numb to.

He doesn't know where he is now, he can hear cars passing by, can somewhat see some light at the corner of his one partially opened eye as the other remained close due to the blood that dripped down from his head. He doesn't know anything much anymore, brain too clouded, too foggy to think, there is only one thing that matters to the boy, to live.

He heard footsteps nearby him, at least, he hopes it was nearby, he wasn't sure about anything anymore now too, are the noises he hears truly there? Or is it just a hallucination? Is this how death feels? It's cold…

“Would you look at that…” A woman's voice, perhaps. “Can ya hear me, kid? You still alive there?”

He groaned, at least he hoped he did.

The woman whistled, “Barely hanging on. Want me to finish the job?”

The boy forced his hand to move, forced his head to look at the direction of the voice, forced out a louder groan, he isn't sure if any of his efforts bore fruit, he hoped it did. He doesn't want to die, not after all that he'd done… But what was it? He doesn't know and it didn't matter, he just wanted to live.

A chuckle, “Still got that fire in ya, huh? C'mere then, can't let that fire burn out after all, 'lil zombie.”

He felt someone put their arms under him, felt the ground disappear with nothing but air and the arms of a stranger underneath him. He heard the blaring sound of something familiar, along with more footsteps, and more voices.

“It's okay now, kid. You'll live, I guarantee it.”

That was the last thing the boy heard before his consciousness was swallowed by the darkness.

[didhewinkback]

fav friends to lovers fic recs? I’m searching but can’t find anything

something old

i am absolutely kidding ! thank you for this question i read so much fic i have been WAITING for someone to ask me to rec so i can flex my skills. okay turns out this prompt has so many of my FAVES so here is a list im definitely forgetting some but its late so im leaving it as is and will add as i remember:

jamaica me happy by @for-fucks-sake-h one of THE PINNACLE friends to lovers fics if you have already read it just read again

trick of the light by @andwhenshesays just go read it and have your life be Changed also close quarters im counting as friends to lovers bc its an all timer for me so

watashi no sakura by @soysauceharry ugh so sweet and lovely and depending your definition of friends to lovers i will also put all things yet to come bc its one of the greatest stories i've ever read and im jealous if you haven't experienced it yet

spinning out by @harrytheehottie okay i would count work colleagues - friends - lovers as part of this category this fic is so lovely and fun i cant wait to see where it goes omg also tis the damn season counts in my boook its an absolute all time fic go read now

liar, liar by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup i for some reason only discovered this fic last week ?! and read it in one sitting. its hot, sweet and the banter is fire. go read its so good

this baby blurb childhood best friend by @oh-honey-styles never leaves my brain i think about it truly all the time its just so sweet it makes me scream and then just go read everything annes written u wont regret it

soft place to fall by @hslllot oohhhh its just so lovely i just want to dive into the whole world of this story and live there forever cant wait to read more

infatuation on a mutual level by @harrygoeswest soooo sweet and lovely i truly read it in one sitting i couldnt help myself read it right now

all of nikki's blurbs @harrysblackcoat but here is a specific best friend one just for u

wow what an absolutely all star list of fics here happy happy reading

[bepp-ers]

Hey since you're doing yandere asks for Obey Me, can you do a prompt where after pretending to be friendly for MCs sake, the brothers have enough and snap, showing MC their bloodthirsty and/or unhinged sides.

thanks anon! always happy to write for these loveable idiots. for personal reasons, im gonna add in the royals, angels & solomon because goddamit i love 'em. also, i couldnt figure out how to do it all in one part, so this is part one!! part two will be up soon. love ya! <3

living with a toooon of crazy yanderes in the devildom - part one. yandere! obey me! swd? headcanons

Truth be told, you didn't realise just how bad things had gotten.

It sort of hit you one day, as you finally had some alone time, just how clingy and weird everyone was around here.

At R.A.D, you always had someone clinging onto you, no matter where you were.

In class, you were constantly questioned by Satan over everything. How are you? Need help? Someone bothering you? Want anything?

At lunch, you could be certain that Mammon and Levi would drag you to their corner, and Mammon would practically spoon feed you.

"You're a human! Ya gotta be careful!!" He'd insist, and you just shrugged it off.

In student council meetings, you were required to sit besides either Diavolo or Barbatos, by their word of course.

You didn't mind, as you were sure they just wanted to ensure your safety. Sometimes, though, you'd grow bored.

Previously, you could leave when you wanted. "You're not a member of the council, so leave whenever you want." Diavolo had stated in your second week.

But yesterday, when you'd motioned to stand up, you felt two strong hands on your shoulders, pushing you back down.

"MC," You turned to look at the demonic butler, confused. "It's impolite to leave halfway through. You know that, right?"

You blinked, and mumbled an apology as the brothers and Diavolo discussed some sort of trip.

"It's fine," He murmured, running a gloved hand through your hair. "Don't let it happen again."

Walking home, there would be arguments about who would walk with you.

Last week, Asmo had won, and instead of going home, he snuck you out to go clothes shopping.

You didn't mind. He had good taste, and promised to buy you "whatever your heart desired", whatever that meant.

"Nooo, MC, don't leave!! We've still got so much stuff to do!!" He pouted, tugging on your sleeve.

"Asmo, I'm tired. We can do this again soon, okay?? Please can we go back?"

In a rare moment of broken composure, he tightened his grip on your sleeve and stared right through you.

"I don't want anyone else being around you right now. We're done when I say we're done, okay doll?" You shivered, stepping back.

"Asmo, you're scaring me..." You mumbled, and his eyes widened.

"I am! Oh, sorry poppet! Let me make it up to you!!" He pulled you in for a hug, and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"C'mon, let's stop by a few more places and then we can go home. I'll make you a bubble bath!!"

It was so strange.

And it didn't stop at demons, oh no. You grimaced as you thought back to Simeon's perculiar demeanor a few days back.

"Ah, MC. There you are." Thank god, surely an angel would be a voice of reason when nobody else was?

"Simeon! Man, am I glad to see you. What's up?" "Ah, I was just wondering if you wished to come back to Purgatory Hall with myself and Luke."

You glanced around, but the tiny angel was nowhere to be seen.

"Uhh... where is he?" "Oh- I sent him to find Solomon. I'm afraid I'm not good at locating him. So what do you say?"

You nodded eagerly. You really needed a break from demons.

"Please. It's getting pretty rowdy back at Lamentation, I could do with a break." "Wonderful! Let's go immediately."

Swiftly, he hooked your arm in his, and began leading you away, which took you slightly by surprise.

"Wait, what about Luke?" "He's meeting us there. But don't worry about him- tell me how you've been, MC."

It had become suffocating. Had it always been like this?

It couldn't possibly have been. You remembered in your first few months, everyone was nice.

Kind, friendly and considerate. Ensuring that you were comfortable, and giving you the space you needed.

And then, they just... changed. More hostile towards each other, more needy, more demanding, more clingy.

It made no sense!! You wanted out of this. And one way or another, you were going to leave it all behind.

[iheartchv]

Can you do a vampire Donnie x F!Reader but in the 2012 series and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 5. “MINE.” 32. “Do you trust me?” and Turning into a vampire

Could you add this to your Masterlist

// sorry if this seems rushed ;^_^7

//edit 1: I just realized that the full ending didnt save before I posted so.... I'll edit this very soon

//edit 2: I shortened the original ending because there is no way I was going to be able to write all of that again

Prompts©️ @turtle-babe83

Donnie and Reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please.

Donnie told you not to worry, but how could you not worry when he started looking a pale green while hunched over his lab table, working day in and day out to cure whatever "blood disease" he caught from being bitten by some sort of mutated bat. You don't know how much longer he could withstand this, because he was getting weaker. Standing beside him, you begged for him to get some rest.

"Please, Donnie, you've got to get some kind of rest or you won't get better."

"I can't. I got to find the cure before-"

He suddenly fainted. You caught him before he fell to the ground. You helped ease him back in his comfy computer chair.

“Just relax.”

You couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his reptilian skin just now, how cold it was. You took his hand to press onto your warm cheek. What kind of disease was this? And what did he mean? Before what?

Leo, Mikey, and Raph helped you carry Donnie to his room. You adjusted and tried your best to make the bed comfortable enough for him. His breathing was slow, shallow. You hated seeing him like this.

"I know. We're worried, too." Leo reassured you.

"We can keep an eye on him, and call ya if somethings up. Get some sleep." Raph told you.

"Yeah, we'll take your place." Mikey said as he gave you a hug. You hugged him back. You tried your best not to cry; you cared for the turtles but you cared a whole lot for Donnie, and if anything happened to him...

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you."

You left the lair, tears falling down your cheeks. The mental picture of Donnie's ill stricken face haunted your thoughts. It wasn't going to be easy to get any sleep at all.

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It's been a couple of days now (although he doesn't know yet its been that long). Donnie had long ago drifted into a long deep sleep and entered dream land. Y/N was there because she was the last thing he saw before blacking out from exhaustion. Then he remembered what he was going to say to her. Thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind resurfaced. Thoughts of kissing her, tasting her lips, her skin... and her blood. No longer did he feel freezing cold, but felt a pain like fire and ice rushing through his veins, making him stir from his slumber.... He tried so hard to do something before mating season came... He was afraid this would happen. And try as he might, he couldnt stop thinking about wanting her, to make her his...

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Your tphone rung. You never rushed to answer it so quickly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N."

"Donnie! You're okay."

"Well, sort of. I'm feeling much better than before. Anyway, I was wondering if you could come to the lair and let me run a test. Its just to see how this virus would infect humans. And don't worry, I'll just need a drop of... blood."

You heard him gulp before he said the word blood. There was something about the tone in his voice, like he was hiding something. But still you agreed to go to the lair and help Donnie out with whatever he needed.

"Yeah. I'll be there soon. I'm glad that you're alright."

Upon entering the lair you was met with silence. It was weird to not hear any noise. You went to Donnie's lab to find him sitting in his chair and looking into a microscope, just like a couple of days ago. He wasn't his usual green shade, but at least he was recovering.

"Y/n, please take a seat. I'll be right with you."

"Mhmm."

You sat in the chair next to his table, waiting. You expected him to hug you and felt saddened when he didn't. It made you wonder if he was really alright... After a minute or so, Donnie got up from his seat and made his way to you. You looked up at him from anxiously twiddling your fingers.

"So, what's with this test, exactly?"

"I've got a sample of my blood with this virus underneath the microscope. I'll just..." He gingerly took your hand and upturned it in his palm while with his other hand he grabbed a tiny needle to prick the pad of your finger.

"Ah~" you softly gasped and winced.

"Oh, sorry."

He grabbed a glass slide and scrapped the drop of blood that pooled at your fingertip. Then he gave a hesitant kiss on your finger and quickly went to work. You couldn't stop your heart from beating and your cheeks heating up from what just happened.

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When she walked through the door, her scent invaded his nostrils. He tried to keep his composure. He didn't want scare her with his sudden movements. As soon as her blood surfaced Donnie was met with an aroma so good it made his mouth water. He wanted a taste. A little wasn't going to hurt, was it?

Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because now thoughts of devouring her was stronger now than ever. He could hear her heart beating, which confirmed his assumptions.

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You wanted to break this uncomfortable silence. You racked your brain to come up with something, anything. "Uhm, what's up with everyone? I didn't see or hear anyone around."

"I told them to isolate themselves, in case this was contagious to mutants... and to not leave until I gave the okay..." He noticed your silence and read your mind, too.

"Oh..."

For some reason you felt like Donnie was hiding something or not speaking the whole truth. But he was studying the blood samples so maybe that's why his focus wasn't on you.

"Sooo... anything yet?"

"The virus is taking over your blood cells as well. It has vampire like characteristics. That means..." he trailed off as he stood from his seat. No, he couldn't let you suffer from this vampiric virus. However the urge to bite and drink your blood was almost overwhelming.

"It's also contagious to other living beings if bitten... and turns them into a vampire?" You pieced it all together. Donnie was bitten by a mutated vampire bat, turning him into a vampiric mutant turtle.

"Yes..." A looming silence fell in the room. "I will continue to work on an antidote, but I need to feed on... blood if I am to survive long enough to do that. I don't have enough time to create that and a substitute for blood at the same time." He was so hungry, so thirsty at the same time. He wouldn't even be able to concentrate.

“Bite me.”

Donnie whipped his around so fast to look at you with wide eyes. Did he hear you right? Did you just-?

"What?"

"Bite me. Feed off of me if you need to." you said, exposing the side of your neck.

His dark brown gaze eyed your smooth skin, hearing the blood that flowed underneath. His muscles quivered as he struggled to not lose control, to not grab you and have his way with you right then and there. Mind over instinct, mind over instinct.

“Do you trust me?”

"You've never hurt me, Donnie. Please, I just want to help you."

He let out a long exhale. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "Well, if that's what you want to do, I can't stop you," he small smiled at you. "Let's take this to my room. You'll want to rest on a bed afterward."

In his room, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you were going to experience. Randomly you thought of what Donnie tried to tell you before he blacked out. You asked him.

"Uhm, what did you mean a couple of days ago by 'I got to find the cure before'? Before what?"

"The reason why I tried to hurry with this antitode is because mating seasons around the corner. Well, it's actually here, now. Aaand that's another reason why I told everyone to stay in their rooms." Donnie told you, scratching the back his head in embaressment. "That's what I tried to tell you before."

You knew about the mating season of turtles, and other animals, because of documentaries, but would there be any differences since Donnie is a humanoid turtle?

"Though we are mutated to be human like, we still have turtle characteristics, so no, we're no different than our non mutated kin." He answered.

You blushed. All this time while you've been alone with your thoughts since you came down here, he's known what was on your mind. "S-stop reading my mind, Don."

His mouth curved into a smirk. The way his eyes darkened made your heart pound harder. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” he softly chuckled. "I know you've got feelings for me. I... I do, too. I've been wanting to kiss you for some time."

Donnie titled your chin and he looked into your eyes. "Will you let me?" He must've noticed ( or read your mind again xD ) you looked still a little uncertain of how all of this is supposed to go. Then in an instant your train of thought was nothing but on Donnie. His gaze was just so... hypnotizing. They seemed to glow an unnatural color, but they were still so beautiful.

"Yes~" you softly replied.

He slowly and gently pressed his mouth to yours kissed you, a hand wrapping around your waist.“Lay back and let me take care of you.” You heard his voice in your mind; you knew it had to have been because his lips were still on yours.

As soon as your back touched the matress, you closed your eyes and immersed yourself in this moment. Piece by piece clothes were peeled away. He slowly played with your body, studying every curve, memorizing the places you liked being touched. "Let me make you feel good, my sweet," he'd said and you had surrendered yourself completely to him and the fire his touch left behind.

His hands cupped your breasts while his mouth took turns sucling on your pert nipples. "Donnie~~" you mewled as your body wriggled, being taken over by desire. You wanted more. You softly moaned as you arched your back, telling him you wanted more. You whimpered as he made his way to your clenched thighs that tried to ease the ache between them. "Please don't stop."

It took everything he had to not lose himself. He hungered for you in so many ways. Gently he slid your pants and underwear down and off your legs. He was met with a gorgeous sight. Your pink slit was already glossed with arousal. He could smell you. And as much as he really wanted a taste, he had to fulfill your wish. He lied beside you and then pulled your backside against him.

"I'm going to touch you, now, but I'll be gentle, okay?" he whispered near your ear. "I'm going to make you orgasm first before we go further."

"Okay" you breathlessly let out.

Donnie smoothly snaked his hand down your belly to your core. Your body shivered at the first touch on your bud. "You're wet, so soft..." Then his fingertip slid down to your opening, nudging it just a little. "And so warm..." he purred.

You couldn't help but to groan at the pleasure you were feeling now. Your body was confused as to where your hips should move: up into his hand or to arch your back and have your bottom grind against his lower plastron. You felt pressure building as he alrernated between playing with your nub and slide his finger inside you, brushing along your gspot.

"Donnie!~"

He knew you were close. His other arm looped under and up around you to cup your breast, his thumb twirling around the nipple, while his other hand pleasured you in unison. The sounds you made excited him. He could hear your heart beating and your blood rushing so fast.

"That's it, y/n, you can do it. I've got you. Don’t hold back.”

Lewd sounds escaped you as you neared your climax. Your hands held onto his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over, until the final one. Your breath quickened, and you cried out as the knot that was wound up in your lower belly finally came unraveled. Your slick walls clenched around his digit.

"D-Don~ Donnie~"

"Yes, princess, you're mine. MINE.”

As you came, Donnie's fangs retracted and bit your neck, drinking your blood. The pain quickly became pleasure, melding into the bliss you were already feeling. Having his fill he licked the puncture wounds to try to close it. He felt better having blood in his system. You had blacked out from the intensity of the love making, but he held you, waiting for the process to be complete. The virus seemed to spread faster in nonmutated organisms, so maybe it wouldnt take you so long to become a vampire.

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You fluttered your eyes and found yourself in Donnie's arms. He smiled down at you, his fangs showing. You then felt to see if you had... yes, you had fangs, as well.

"How are feeling?"

"I'm a little... thirsty."

He gave you his wrist. "Here, I'll let you feed off me. Or..." He pointed to his neck. "You can bite me here, if you want." He blushed.

You giggled. "I'll just sink my fangs into your wrist. I don't want to accidently tear... anything..."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you where it'll be okay to feed from without worries."

He let out a gasp and then softly moaned when your new fangs pierced his flesh to draw blood. If this was even a fraction of what you felt, then he he wanted to experience the same pleasure he gave you.

When you were done, he rolled you over on your back. It took you by surprise but it kinda turned you on to see Donnie's smouldering gaze. He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you.

Donnie's fingers and tongue touched and licked every inch of you. He was making sure you were more than ready for him. Because playtime was over. And he didn't waste no time getting you into position on your hands and knees. He spread you wide and started sliding inside your soaked pussy.

You moaned as he stretched you to your limits, probably past your limits. He didn't stop until he felt the start of your cervix, pulled back and slammed back inside. It took your breath away, but as soon as you took a breath Donnie started pounding away at you. His eyes glowed whitish blue and his fangs were bared. The grip on your hips was going to be left bruised, as well as your insides, but what you were feeling was beyond anything you could've imagined. All you could do was grip his sheets and hold on for the ride.

[tklpilled]

i wanna be your only friend

(sigma, nikolai)

summary: nikolai has a quiz.

a/n: started writing this after the s4 trailer got released lol i couldnt help myself. for the prompt ‘punishment’!

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

Sigma had been having a fairly decent day; nothing important enough to take note of had happened, but nothing bad had happened either and he was in a rather good mood. There wasn’t anything particularly stressful going on and things were running smoothly at the casino.

Please, however, take note of the past tense.

The source of his worsening day appears behind him right when Sigma turns his back. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but Sigma still can’t figure out how he does it.

“Please go away,” he groans, wondering in advance if he has anything to help with headaches.

“Sigma!” Nikolai exclaims, completely ignoring the previous statement. “How have you been, dear friend?”

“Better without you here.”

Nikolai continues to ignore him.

Friend is certainly a way to put it. Sigma’s never had friends, so it’s not like he has much experience, but Nikolai is not going to be his first. His morals aren’t the issue, really, considering Sigma’s own are rather skewed, but more the fact that Nikolai is so loud and energetic and Sigma prefers things to be the exact opposite of that. That’s not to say he hates Nikolai, or even that he dislikes him, but of all people to be his first friend he would rather it not be the man who dresses like a clown and never bothers wiping the blood off of him before showing up in front of Sigma’s customers.

“Quiz for you, Sigma!” Nikolai points at him, a grin on his face. “What’s my favourite colour?”

It’s a rather tame question, which means there has to be a catch. Sigma stares at him suspiciously. Nikolai’s smile only grows.

Sigma sighs. His fate is already sealed. “Blue?”

“Nope!” crows Nikolai. 

“What is it, then?” Sigma asks tiredly, wondering what he did to deserve this.

Nikolai, once again, doesn’t answer him. “Let’s see,” he says, tapping his finger against his chin. “You got it wrong, so I think you deserve some punishment, don’t you?”

There it is. Sigma eyes Nikolai’s overcoat, fearing for his life.

Nikolai seems to notice his worry. “Oh, I won’t hurt you!” he quickly adds, which only reassures Sigma a tiny bit.

Sigma sighs, closing his eyes. “What are you going to d-dOHO—whahat?”

Nikolai’s hands are on his sides, squeezing them in a way that’s so unbearable and so strange. It feels almost electric.

“Whahat are you dohohoing?” Sigma giggles—giggles?—as he tries to pry Nikolai’s fingers away. 

“I’m tickling you, silly!” the clown cheerfully answers. His eyes widen—or rather, eye, from what Sigma can see, but he assumes the hidden eye widens as well. “Aw, you’ve never been tickled, have you?”

Sigma shakes his head, clamping his mouth shut tightly in an attempt to stop his unwanted laughter, but it breaks free each time. 

Nikolai does not elaborate on what exactly it is that he’s doing, only continuing to draw squeals of laughter from his…accomplice. “Well, then, I suppose I should make up for lost time!”

There are many of Nikolai’s tones that Sigma doesn’t like, but he decides he especially doesn’t like this one.

The feeling gets somehow even worse when Nikolai decides he’s bored of Sigma’s sides and switches to digging into the spaces between his ribs, and it’s not hard enough to hurt but fuck, Sigma doesn’t think he can take it any longer, even though it’s only just begun.

“Gogol!” he cries as he doubles over, keeping a tight grip on Nikolai’s wrists. “Ihihi—plehehease!”

He can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard, or for so long. He’s not a particularly stoic person, it’s just that he has no reason to. Laughing feels nice, he’ll admit, but he does not like the weird, confusing sensation that comes with it.

Nikolai coos. “You’re real ticklish, aren’t you?” he says as he claws at Sigma’s ribs and makes him cackle. “This must be really unbearable, then, huh?”

“Shuhuhut the hehell uhup!” Sigma gasps. The words make his nerves feel like they’re on fire, more than they already do, and it amplifies the feeling too much. The feeling is at least dulled by his sweater, but it’s still so bad. “Wh-whahat are yohohou dohohoing?” he tries to ask again.

Nikolai crawls back down his sides, causing Sigma to squirm to no avail. “A magician never reveals his secrets!” Sigma snorts suddenly through his laughter. “I touch you and it makes you laugh. Simple!”

Really, between the embarrassment and the torturous feeling of Nikolai’s fingers, Sigma thinks he would’ve preferred actual pain. “I’ll kihihil yohohou!” It’s an empty threat. He probably couldn’t badly hurt Nikolai even if he wanted to—well. He does kind of want to. 

“My,” says Nikolai, looking almost surprised. “I didn’t think you’d be quite this sensitive. You’re even worse than Dostoy!”

The thought of Fyodor giggling helplessly like this only makes Sigma laugh harder, and he’s only slightly curious how Nikolai is still alive after that. Ah, well, he probably won’t be after revealing such a weakness, even though Sigma is far too terrified to ever act upon it.

He isn’t sure how long it’s been going on, but his stomach is starting to feel sore from his laughter and he doesn’t think he can handle this much longer. Nikolai has to have some mercy deep inside him, surely—

Ah. Of course not. Nikolai is massaging his thumbs into Sigma’s hips and shit, he might die here.

“Plehehehease!” he wails. Nikolai apparently notices the desperation in his voice, or maybe he’s just getting bored—both of which are unlikely, but Sigma is too busy trying to steady his breathing and stay on his feet to think about it. His face feels unnaturally warm. He thinks this is what people call blushing.

He doesn’t like it.

“Your hair is all messed up,” Nikolai scolds, ruffling it and only running it even more.

“Ahand wh-whose fault is that?” Sigma grumbles—tries to, anyway.

Nikolai spins his finger in a circular motion. “Turn around,” he instructs. Sigma does, because he’s too tired to be suspicious anymore; which could easily end very badly, but his brain is too fuzzy to care about that.

Luckily, Nikolai is not trying to kill him—through tickles or otherwise—and instead begins to section Sigma’s hair off to braid.

…He’ll allow it this once.

[spoonshapedlikeafork]

^ prompt ^

(Title that ill do later)

Ship: Cardinal Copia/fem! Reader

Summary: after a summoning gone wrong, reader must spend the following weeks recovering with her cardinal

NSFW in future chapters

Cw: blood and injury, very brief mention of SA, established relationship, mentions of bloodplay (lmk if i need to add more tags)

"Tesoro, what has happened to you?"

The cloudiness of your mind slowly dissipates at the voice in front of you. It sounds... familar. You know this person, you're safe with them.

"satana all'inferno, you are covered head to toe!" The voice quietly continues, sounding more distressed than before. You try to speak up, to tell him that its not all yours, but you can't. The words catch in your throat, and all that comes out in a quiet groan.

As your mouth moves, you begin to focus on the stickiness coating your toungue. Its tangy, coppery, and thick. You know what it is.

You slowly turn to the side and spit out as much of the old, congealed blood as you can. How long had you been laying there? When you woke up, you thought it couldnt have been long, but as you stare at the mess in front of you, and around you, you realize it may have been longer than you'd thought.

Looking around, you realize where you are. You're near the edge of the abbeys forest, the trees around you thick, blocking any view of the exit of the forest. How you got out here you don't know. The only thing you remember from the day before was a pair of startlingly dark eyes, before pain envelopes the rest of your memory.

A gentle tap on your shoulder startles you back to the present. Your eyes meet the owner of the voice, your Copia, and everything seems to come back to you. The summoning gone wrong, Papa III telling you to run as far as you can, the sound of leaves and sticks crunching behind you as the ghoul grew closer. Your hand flies to the back of your throat, where they had bitten you. It was tender, sensitive, the touch bringing pain to not only the bite but all surrounding areas as well.

You clenched your teeth as you gently prodded at it. Somehow, it was still bleeding, though thankfully very slowly. You knew there were more marks, a collection of bites and scratches covered your body, visible theough the many rips and holes in the fabric of your habit, and for a brief moment fear clutched your chest at the idea of what may have happened after the initial bite, but it quickly dissipated as you realised there was no ache between your legs.

Finally, you give the Cardinal a shaky smile. Unfortunately, you can tell it does very little to calm him. Instead, he reaches forward and pulls the collar of your nearly-shredded habit to the side. The blood-soaked fabric sticks to your wound and you flinch away, letting out a pained whimper as you do. Your hand comes up to cover the bite, your eyes meeting his.

"Papa I... I thought i could get away but they were too fast. It's like one moment i was sure I'd make it far enough that i could lose them, and the next they had me!" Your voice shakes far more than you thought it would as you speak, but you continue, "I-I think i need to go to the infirmary?"

He nods and stands, reaching a hand down to help you stand. "Come Sister, I will take you now, can you walk?" He keep his hand in yours as you rise, bringing his other hand forward to steady you as you sway where you stand. He frowns at this and his worried eyes meet yours as you speak. "Im sure ill be fine, Papa." You mutter, though you don't sound confident. Which, you aren't, if youre being honest. The world feels like its titled, and every spot on your body hurts.

"I must disagree, Sorella, you are barely standing now, and im holding you up!" He exclaims, smiling for just a moment at her independence, before returning to a frown as he reaches forward. Before youre even aware of whats happening, he pulls you into your arms and lifts you bridal style, swiftly beginning the long trek back to the abbey.

"P-Papa!" You gasp, shakey fingers digging into the fabric of the Cardinals cassock. He merely hums in response, glancing down at you for less than a second before returning his eyes to the forest in front of him.

"I said i can walk" you state weakly. He simple shakes his head in response. "And I, as your Papa, as thenperson meant to protect you, judged that to be false, cara mia. You were swaying where you stood, you should not have to walk, especially not for a walk this long." He says, voice firm yet gentle, leaving no room for further argument.

You sigh and look down at your ruined habit, carefully pulling bits of favric away, cataloguing all the bites and bruises youre able to see. That ghoul really did a number on you, but theres one specific detail thats leaving you quite confused. Youre alive, and the ghoul is nowhere to he found. Why? Had they escaped? Are the running loose, hurting others? Or had something else pulled their attention? If so, what? Very very little will pull a newly summoned ghouls attention away from hot, fresh, meat and blood.

Copia had noticed your movement, watching as you explored the broken and bruised expanse of skin revealed beneath the remains strips of fabric. He grimaced at each new inch a marred skin, the smell of fresh blood from your wounds barely noticeable over the overwhelming stench of old blood. Normally, he'd love seeing you covered in blood. Normally he'd love watching it drip from your wounds. But this was different. You did not enjoy this, did not beg for it, pleading and whining at his feet for him make you scream. No. He did not like this blood, did not like that someone, something else had caused this blood to drip from your gorgeous skin.

His steps speed up, and he holds you tighter to your chest. With every step, relief replaces the very blood that runs through his veins. It seeps through his skin and into his muscles, overtaking his entire being. He has never felt anything quite as strongly as the relief he feels at see you alive, awake, and hopefully ok longterm. He had been so scared, watching you run, knowing there was nothing he could do in that moment to protect you.

Much like the relief he feels now. The panic and fear he'd felt the night before had taken over. His entire body was frozen in place as he watched the love of his life run. The frantic, terrified, look in her eyes will forever be burnt into his eyelids. He will never be free of it. Her eyes had, for just a moment, just a breath, met his. Her eyes begged for him to save her. Begged for him to move. But he couldn't. Not only because of the fear gripping his being and holding him still, but because he would simply be stopped. He knows this. Knows he wouldn't have been able to help. He knows he'd be held back, and he knows that even if he did manage to break free and reach you, he would no match for a feral, newly summoned ghoul.

And still, knowing everything he does, guilt wraps around his throat and squeezes. It mocks him with every step, every breath, every movement. He shouldve done something, anything.

As if you could hear his internal struggle, you look up at him with tired, pained eyes. But, as ge geld your gaze, he saw something more. He saw love, he saw thankfulness. He saw his beautiful Sister of Sin.

A quiet, barely-there, gasp escaped your lips as your gaze zeroed in on the tears streaming down his face. Sitting up as much as possible in his arms, you bring your hands up to cup his face. Your thumbs gently wipe the tears from his cheeks, while your lips kiss away the tears on his jaw and neck. "Don't cry, my love, please, Im ok, i promise"

That pulls a wet laugh from him and he raises an eyebrow in response. "I'd say youre far from ok, amate mia (gotta check this later, should be either my lover or my beloved but i cant remember) you are-" his voice catches jn his throat as more tears slip down his face, dampening your hands, not that you mind at all. "You are covered in wounds, that hardly screams 'ok'" he finishes, finally looking forward as the abbey comes into view. "We are almost there cara mia, soon the capable hands of the medical staff will take you from me. Do you promise to return to me in one piece?" Part of him means it as a joke, but another, much more fragile part, is entirely serious in his question. He needs you to say it. To say youll come back. He'd spent the entire night looking for you with a group of siblings, terrified that they would return empty handed, or worse, with a corpse. He cannot cannot stand to leave you again but he knows he will have to. He can only hope things will ho well.

"Of course i will Cardinal, ill always come back to you" you state, and theres something about the way you said it, the air of finality and fact that the words have as you speak them. He believes you, entirely. You will come back, you will be ok.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Hi there Ash! How have you been? Hope you have a great summer too! Can you do prompt #7 under the SFW section with Atsushi Nakajima please? It would be hilarious having a flirty reader say that to him too! Much thanks if you do love! 🐯 💕

Wanna make out? (Ft.Atsushi)

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Atsushi X reader

Genre:Humor,Fluff,SFW

Format:One Shot

Warnings:None,the reader is flirty and is also Nineteen years old

Word Count:0.6K

A/n:bro theres so many Atsushi stans on my blog lmao.i mean i thought he was an underrated character and not really popular! guess i was wrong hehe

My 100 follower event!

"Did you see their faces when the robbery happened?"

You nodded your head to the side,while observing the white-haired boy in front of you who was interrogating you about the incident that happened in the bank you were working at. you could tell that he was really nervous,because of the way he held the papers in his hand so carefully as he knitted his eyebrows.He was trying to be professional,or maybe he really was; but today did not seem to be his day and you seemed to be fully aware of that.

"do you remember the time,then?" he asked politely,holding his pen in his right hand so tenaciously like his life depended on it. you smiled at him.

How Cute

"I think it was around 8-9pm.i dont remember clearly tho...how old are you by the way?" "huh!? oh...im eighteen,why do you ask?"

you sure were enjoying yourself,watching the charming guy losing his cool just by this simple question of yours,as a hint of blush spreaded on his face. "oh,really? youre a year younger than me!"

"i guess,if youre nineteen..."

the poor boy was definitely given a hard time by you,even though you werent even giving it your all.a shy guy who's only eighteen and has saved Yokohama for countless times,huh?

"so...what did the thieves steal?" Atsushi Fixated his harmonic purple-yellow eyes on you as he attempted to bring the professional mood back to the place,but how could you even focus on the robbery when you were the target of his steady gaze?

"i...im not sure.i mean the place was crowded and people were all freaking out,trying to find somewhere safe to hide; so we couldnt really do anything in the crowd.but i heard from my co-workers that some of the ingot golds went missing afterwards.the robbers really thought it all through,cause all of the cameras were down at the time of the robbery.they didnt even leave a single foot-print behind"

"yes,we figured that much out...well,thats it then.thank you for your collaboration.is there anything else you'd like to add?"

now that the work was done,it was time to have some fun.

"yup.wanna make out?" "yes! wait no-i mean- what?"

he did not put so much effort on keeping his cool so you'll say something like that and bounce him off.

"Oh C'mon now pretty boy! theres no need to get shy about it! C'mere, promise ill be gentle with ya" you leaned toward him with a mischevious smile on your face as he crouched himself in the corner of the couch,literally tooking a shelter. "b-but i havent kissed anyone before! i...i dont know how to do it!"

"guess ill be your tutor then"

It was mean to say,but you were having the best time of your life,making the innocent boy flustered and all red.he looked like a huge tomato at that moment,so it was only fare to call him "Adorable"

"but we-we dont even know each other! do people always start their relationships like this?"

you blew your cover up by bursting out into laughter when you saw his frightened expression.teasing this guy was a peace of cake,but not falling for him was a tough knot to crack.Seriously! how could he be this adorable?

"Relax,i was just kidding" you said,changing your distance with him back to the way it was. "unless you want it too...then i was one hundred percent serious"

even he was expecting himself to panic like he did before,but you both found yourselves in surprise when you saw him actually considering it.you were preparing yourself for a Giant "Hell No",but this move of his got your hopes up.

"maybe...we could go on a date first?"

and was there any more satisfying response than that?

"Sounds like a plan"

ok i really like this one cause its better than all of my works on tumblr, and i hope you guys feel the same way. reblogs are appreciated as always,but please keep the tags :)

[sningo-prompts]

Some team (idk) makes a threat to Emmet about taking Sningo by force! This is before is public knowledge that the sneasel is Ingo. Some Rangers step up and offer to take Sningo somewhere to protect him they assure Emmet they can do a better job then he could. Emmet refuses. He is a subway boss. He is strong. And he does not wish to separate from his brother again. Ingo fully agrees with Emmet. He would rather risk it than be taking from Emmet.

Doing a read more cause idk it got like a bit longer than i liked. It wasnt even a prompt i just couldnt move on till the idea was gone from my brain. Which is how this blog came to be in the first place. Very fitting

Then theres a scare. The team make an attack against the subway boss and its only a fluke that sningo wasnt taken. Emmet was helpless to stop it. They just got lucky and he knows it. Now Emmet is really thinking about taking the Rangers up on that offer. Is his pride worth his brother getting hurt?? No its not. He calls the rangers to ask for help.

Ingo still does not wish to leave Emmets side. They are a two car train after all. A pair that should never be separated!! Sure hes worried about getting taken by this team but staying by Emmets side is much more important to him. Emmet has no idea what it was like for Ingo in hisui. And Ingo never wants to be in that situation again!

The Rangers show up and Ingo is not having it. It isnt until Emmet softly pleads with Ingo to go with them. Its just until we can catch them. Then you can come back home! Its safer this way please Ingo. But Ingo really doesnt wanna. He probably isn convinced until Emmet like mini snaps at him “I DONT WANT YOU TO GET HURT AGAIN!” Or something like “IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH! I cant.. i cant keep you safe here so please just go with them.” Ingo can see how much this is hurting Emmet to do and he at least knows Emmet wont be able to sleep if Ingo stays so he goes. It’s heartbreaking for the rangers to watch tbh. Im picturing that air bud movie there the kid is like sobbing or something over the dog. Elesa is there and just the moment they walk out the door with Ingo (in a carrier im gonna add) Emmet just sobs into her shoulder.

This was verrrry hard for him but its the right choice. She is reassuring him. Now with him at his weakest she leads him to his bed and gets him to get some sleep. The moment hes up and walks into his kitchen he can see her sitting at the table surrounded by papers. They arent going to wait around for the cops to catch these guys. And Emmet can tell his bad habit has bled to her. She even got the red yarn out. Hes so proud.

Ingo meanwhile is having a ruff time (haha borkbork) Emmet informed the Rangers that the Sneasel is Ingo his human brother. They at least they are treating him like a person. The carrier was just a formality after all. The moment they got into the car he was promptly let out. Of course hes sulking. He misses his brother already. Also how could Emmet send him away. They should have solved this together. Arent they a team. Of course Ingo only has like an hour to be mad before his separation anxiety kicks in. And the Rangers bless them are trying but Ingos got a lot of problems (mental mostly) that they arent really equipped to deal with. The nightmares for starters really got them off guard.

This could also go where Emmet doesnt trust the Rangers so he doesnt tell them that the sneasel is Ingo. Now Ingo has to spend however long with people treating him like a pokemon. Really takes a hit to the mans self esteem. Its probably very tiring for Ingo. Plus hes sper depressed that Emmet sent him off so hes just not having a good time either way. Probably sleeps a lot while with them. Of course they try to give him exorcise which is just making it worse. Ingo hardly eats and just finds a place to hide and sleep. The Rangers assume its because well the truth. Because he misses his trainer. Which is pretty damn close. Its just his brother and he feels betrayed. Everytime one of them try to cheer him up they can tell this sneasel is humouring them. Its kinda off putting how humanlike this sneasel is probably. I imagine they are all trying different things that get their pokemon perked up. But since Ingo is human its just making him feel lower and lower. The only one who gets its is a Rangers who treats him like they would their SO or something. Finally human comforts and Ingo finally calms down enough to eat or something.

Idk. Its four forty in the morning and im in the shower. Also Emmet gets hurt a little but he totally kicked some (insert team name here) butt! The police congratulated him and Elesa for it and everything! Of course when Ingo gets back hes finally comfortable enough to be mad at Emmet again. Emmet doesnt understand why Ingos mad at him? Look at what i did for you!! It was all for you!!! It takes Elesa to point out that Emmet didnt even give Ingo a choice in staying or going. He just decided. And abandon his boy while at it. Ingo feels betrayed about it. Till Emmet apologises and opens up about how afraid he was about Ingo getting hurt worse. And losing Ingo permanently. Ingo cant stay mad at that. Emmet promises to never take Ingos choice away again! Which he has some close calls but Ingo has a way to remind him brother.

[alivegoast]

hiiiiii i read your sospes sui series in two days and tbh i still have a fic hangover. dead dove content usually doesnt impact me very much but i was really sucked in by the way you wrote ben, in the best way. I couldnt even see what vilgax was doing until it was too late, which was like. Scary? but also thrilling? and just really impressive planning on your part. anyway my pfp very much describes how i felt. AND THEN i saw the sequel to the sequel that DID follow through on that bad ending prompt!!!! im ready to be hurt, affectionately, again. im just really impressed and wanted to share but i get nervous on ao3 so tumblr it is

First of all, thank you so much for the comment! I love to hear input on my stories!! (also thanks for giving me the chance to talk about my story!

I didn't want any behavior to be a "given"; It was a rule for me to keep Ben from assuming any behaviors or traits or trauma without cause! Planning it was the best part- now the execution on the other hand, was relatively tough! haha. I love making those little connections and callbacks- like how Vilgax turned a symbol of independence and self (Ben's jacket) into a symbol of loyalty and reward ( as Ben finally got it back after going above and beyond to obey).

The main reason I choose the pairing was due to Ben's resilience. His spirit is indomitable! It also helped that the continuity for Vilgax's personality was lax, giving me some room to make him my own.

Honestly, my favorite part is the small ways Vilgax slowly pushes his boundaries- loosening pieces of the stone wall until it finally crumbles.

One day I may choose to do a rewrite to soften some edges, but for now, I only have some fluffy romance to give!

(I just wanna add for any newcomers that this is all purely fictional for the purpose of venting and casual DD:DNE. This story is immoral and scratches that )

Thanks again for the comment! You really made my day! :D

[ndviduality]

(This year’s prompts were made by @autie-j and @lesmiserabby!)

So maybe I’m a day or so late. Or a month. I still wanted to do this, and since I haven’t told you guys much about myself, I thought this would be a good time.

Sooooo. I decided to speedrun the 30 days autism acceptance prompts in one post!

Let’s begin, shall we?

(Apologies, I’m on mobile and I don’t know how to add the “read more” box. Tumblr is hard I usually use twitter HAHA )

April 1st: Introduce yourself. Talk about who you are as a person. Your age, hobbies, special interests, family, etc. Anything you feel comfortable sharing

Hi! I’m NDviduality. (Real name is a secret.) I am 21, and I am a big fan of science. I have tons of special interests, but the main reoccurring ones (aside from special interests abt certain pieces of media) are: Nuclear disasters, vocal synthesis, AI to some degree, and molecular biology to some degree. I am not professionally dx’ed for safety reasons, but I am absolutely autistic and most people around me figure it out pretty quick.

April 2nd: Post your redinstead photos today. Alternatively, you could talk about what autistic pride/autism acceptance month means to you.

Since I’m doing this all in one post (and also in May) I don’t have redinstead pics on me. So the alt prompt it is! To me, autistic pride is about looking at the good in autism. Looking past our struggles and looking at the truly amazing things that come with being autistic and being around other autistic people. There’s suffering, yeah, but I would never WANT to be allistic, because being autistic is who I am. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

April 3rd: Talk about jobs. Do you currently work or have you worked before? Was it hard for you to find a job? Does your job work well regarding your autism? Alternatively, if you don't work, what was school like for you as an autistic person? What was good about school? What was bad?

For this prompt I’ll talk about school. Grade school was… Well, it was. I went to a VERY small school, so there were pretty much no others I could relate to in my class, which sucked. I also lived in a pretty bigoted area which made being open about my identity pretty risky. I survived on maladaptive daydreams and kraft mac n cheese tbh. /j

April 4th: Talk about humor. Do you feel that your autism affects your sense of humor in any way? Are there any inside jokes in the autism community that you really like?

AUTISTIC HUMOR IS JUST BETTER. I don’t really know what my sense of humor is, but I DO know some other autistic people that just have the FUNNIEST senses of humor. It’s the kind of unexpected stuff and it’s often goofy and surreal, and I LOVE IT. My favorite inside joke from the autistic community is Allism Speaks. It’s absolute gold.

April 5th: Talk about instances of miscommunication. Are there any examples you can give for a time where you misinterpreted an interaction with someone else or them you? What do you think went wrong with that interaction?

This one’s hard because I’m bad at remembering specific events, but I do have a more general experience to share. One thing I always suck at is getting body language right when doing a speech- specifically, I always look super nervous apparently, so a lot of people think I have anxiety around public speaking. This couldnt be further from the truth though!! Because I LOVE public speaking, strangely enough.

April 6th: Do you tend to infodump about things that you're interested in?

Wish I Could. I kinda trained that out with masking- Now if I talk about ANYTHING I’m interested in, I end up feeling shameful. I’m really working towards being able to freely express my special interests though, and I’m also working on techniques to make my infodumps more palatable to people who aren’t interested in my special interests, by using things I’ve learned from story writing classes. Obviously people don’t /have/ to do this and shouldn’t be expected to cater their infodumps to an audience, but i just really enjoy telling a captivating story.

April 7th: Is there anything in particular that you'd like to see more of in autistic representation? Anything you'd like to see less of?

I’d love to see more characters with echolalia. I’d also love to see some better representation of alexithymia, and maybe even RSD (although that’s mostly an ADHD thing.) the big thing though, is I’d love to see more autistic characters who use the internet. Internet culture is super important to me and I’m sure it is for plenty of other autistic folk. I’d like to see less of autistic characters being made fun of/made to be humor because of their autistic traits.

April 8th: Do you feel like your social skills have gotten better or worse with age?

Better. I still suck with social cues, but I can AT LEAST fake it now.

April 9th: How are you when it comes to clothes? Are there certain clothes that you avoid or seek out for sensory reasons? Do you prefer tight or loose clothing? Would you consider yourself a fashionable person?

Biggest pet peeve: shirts that aren’t crop-tops but are just short enough to show your belly when you lift your arms up. The sudden coldness is SO BAD. In terms of fashion, I love to think about dressing nice even if I usually don’t have the energy to actually put together a look.

April 10th: Do you collect anything? Do the things that you collect have anything to do with your special interests? How do you organize your collection? Show off your collection if you want.

….okay I don’t really collect anything. In part it’s because I don’t like to spend money, but I also think my ADHD plays a factor in this. Even if I wanted to collect things, I’d misplace something from the collection and never find it again lol.

April 11th: Would you consider yourself to be a creative person? What kind of things do you create? Does being autistic influence how creative of a person you are?

Yes! I’d like to think so anyway. I like to create basically anything under the sun, albeit I’m not great at composing music so I usually don’t do that. The one I do the most and comes the most natural is writing. It’s especially fun because being autistic has given me the tendency to create elaborate worlds and stories in my head that I can then use for my writing.

April 12th: Do you consider yourself to be an organized person or disorganized? In what ways? Does being autistic affect how organized you are?

Oh Boy. This is where the ADHD brain takes over. I cannot and will not organize. I can try, but then I have to use something I organized and i never reorganize it. I’m a hot mess. I am a perfectionist at times, but organization is NOT one of those times.

April 13th: What are some aspects of being autistic that you feel don't get talked about enough

Probably stuff like alexithymia. I also want people to start talking about autism in women and trans people, because it’s always so focused on cis men.

April 14th: Talk about connections, platonic and/or romantic. Who are some of the most important people in your life? Is it generally hard for you to connect with people? If it is, what kind of issues do you have with it? Do you find it easier to get along with other autistic people?

Haha I Totally Have Connections!! (Lying.)

Okay, I DO have online friends. I find that I get along with other ND people better than I do NTs, which is why all of my friend group is ND in some way, and most are autistic. It’s just good to see that I’m not alone in my little quirks I suppose.

April 15th: Media is something that has the power to speak to a lot of different people in different ways. What are some media (movies, tv shows, books, etc) that really speaks to you as an autistic person? Something that you can really relate to?

Oh man…. this one’s hard. There are tons of examples. The first example of this I could think of is, bear with me here, Project Sekai- specifically Rui. He has the same hyper-specific issue as I do, that being “I like to come up with elaborate creative ideas but can’t make friends well enough to ever be able to have any help.” Same with the “people turning down your ideas” thing. I relate so hard.

April 16th: Talk about discovering yourself as an autistic person. When did you first find out you were autistic? If you were diagnosed, what was that process like? If you are self diagnosed, when did you first start to suspect that you could be autistic? How did you feel about it when you first found out compared to how you feel about it now? Have you gotten to a place of acceptance? What does being autistic mean to you?

So I should start out by saying, I’m not formally diagnosed, (but I might as well be.)

I found out when I was 14ish, sitting with my mom on the porch. I was talking about how “autistic people seem really cool, people shouldn’t be mean to them.” And my mom hit me with the “oh yeah you’re probably autistic” card. Turns out, tons of teachers had figured out, as well as the doctor who diagnosed me with ADHD- (he wanted a follow up screening for autism, which we didn’t do.) the reason she hadn’t brought it up was because of the stigma around the label, and how it could potentially put me in difficult situations if it was put on paper officially. I’m not mad at her at all for not telling me, she had valid reasons and that’s a hard thing to tell someone. At first, I felt ashamed of being autistic, but that quickly changed when I found the actually autistic community and realized that being autistic was just a part of who I am, and getting rid of it would be the same as getting rid of what makes me me.

April 17th: Do you prefer fiction, nonfiction or a mix of both for entertainment?

I’d say it’s a mix. I love fiction because I enjoy learning about fictional worlds and characters, but I also love watching science documentaries to learn about the REAL world. It’s nice to have fiction to escape from, but it’s also nice to be able to learn about the world we live in. Both are good!

April 18th: Do you have any pets? If not, do you want any in the future? Why or why not?

YES I have two 6 pound little doggies and I love them with my life. They are everything to me. I am the biggest dog person you’ll ever meet. The thing I love about dogs is that they’re always SO HAPPY TO BE AROUND YOU. I also like that their emotions are very easy to read. Having a wagging tail makes it pretty simple, haha.

April 19th: How do you feel about self diagnosis?

There’s really only one correct answer to this- self DX is valid. Getting an autism diagnoses can be Incredibly hard, especially if you’ve engrained your masking and don’t come across as autistic. And don’t get me STARTED on the price. If you live in the US, you’re gonna be paying a pretty penny to get that slip of paper that says you’re autistic. While I’m sure not every person who self diagnoses autism “actually” has it, it really doesn’t matter if everything’s in good faith. Plus, I don’t understand why anybody would fake being autistic. Why would you even want the social stigma lol

April 20th: What are your thoughts on terminology? (ie, high functioning and low functioning vs high support needs and low support needs, nonspeaking vs nonverbal, person first vs identity first, etc)

I like the new terminology a lot better. Support needs get the idea across much better I think, as it’s able to really show autism as a spectrum. “Low functioning” and “high functioning” are binary and rigid and don’t work when you view autism as a spectrum. In terms of nonverbal vs nonspeaking, I always thought “verbal” was a synonym for “speaking,” but clearly it isn’t. Just another way society conflates speech with all forms of communication. Knowing this, I prefer nonspeaking, as it also accounts for other methods of communication! As a text to speech fan, I’m very partial towards AAC tech and I’d love to see more AI implementation in the field- oh god im infodumping LMAO.

Finally, identity first or bust for me. I don’t have autism, I AM autism babey!

April 21st: What do you think about euphemisms for disabilities such as special needs, differently abled, etc?

They suck. Don’t like em. Disabled is not a dirty word. Same goes for allistics who say “on the spectrum” but never actually say “autistic.” It irks me. Saying “on the spectrum” is fine as long as like… it’s not the ONLY way you refer to autism.

April 22nd: Do you like hugs or dislike them? What about other forms of physical contact? Does it depend on the person or situation?

I haven’t had a hug I’ve particularly liked. Then again, I’ve never been in a romantic relationship with somebody, so that might change. I also love hugging big fluffy dogs

April 23rd: If you could live absolutely anywhere, real or fictional, where would you live? What would your dream home look like?

Oh jeez I have NO CLUE. I don’t read enough for this LMAO. Uhhhhh… My ideal place to live would be somewhere alone, with tons of autistic friendly things. Weighted blankets, fidgets, one of those ceiling hammock cocoon things? The like. Also I want the house to be lit blue inside, not because of A$, but because blue LEDs look SICK AS HELL. Forever mad that A$ took blue lights away from us.

April 24th: How easy is it for you to focus on things? Are you easily distracted? Is it harder if it's something you're not interested in?

Well. I have ADHD. So there’s that. I specifically have inattentive form. Paying attention is something I’ve always struggled with. I can BASICALLY get distracted by just about anything. You could put me in a padded cell and tell me to complete a task without breaking focus and I’d still find a way to get distracted. Luckily, medicine for ADHD has been able to absolutely REVOLUTIONIZE my life with regard to this issue.

April 25th: Do you struggle with switching tasks or is it easy for you? Does it depend on the task/situation?

It’s a struggle. It’s absolutely a struggle. I have that ADHD thing where I can switch tasks quick- but good luck ever finishing the original task. I have to be sure I don’t switch tasks carelessly or I’ll end up with 20 unfinished projects.

April 26th: Do you stim? What sort of stims do you have? What do you wish people knew about stimming?

I do!! When I get particularly hyped, I go flappy. And sometimes slap the table if I’m at one. I also stim verbally! It’s one of the reasons I’ve gotten good with vocal analysis stuff, as I often replicate sounds I hear as a stim. Echolalia!

April 27th: Do you have trouble identifying physical feelings like hunger or being tired? Do you have trouble with identifying emotions?

Well… I’m on stimulants for ADHD so hunger flat out doesn’t exist anymore. /hj. I DO have trouble identifying my emotions though- especially stress. I really can’t tell if I’m stressed until my mouth starts breaking out in ulcers from the stress weakening my immune system (I think.)

April 28th: Can you drive? If so, do you like driving? If not, do you want to learn?

Yeah!!! I actually enjoy driving. It’s a nice way to clear my head, although it absolutely can be scary at times. I like being able to listen to my music super loud and just feel the song. It’s nice.

April 29th: What sort of things do you like to do to relax/for self care?

Best way for me? Indulge in special interest. I swear, it regenerates 20hp. Another thing that helps is going on a walk. Usually I daydream when I do this, and when I come up with a good idea it completely makes my day. I also like to take a nice hot bath and listen to some music.

April 30th: Do you like to plan ahead for things or do you like to just "go with the flow" and see what happens? A mix of both? Does it vary by day to day?

I prefer to go with the flow. I think this is another example of my ADHD shining through. I’m the type of person who really doesn’t plan stuff, because I ALWAYS forget what I’m planning. In terms of creative works, I also think planning too hard can be detrimental- improv makes for KILLER stories, you’d be surprised.

Happy May! I wrote this while fighting allergy meds so it might not make perfect sense. I’m gonna go pass out now!

[taizi]

Ooh 29+2 for natsume + whoever you want

HEARTBREAKING PROMPTS

29. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.”

ao3 // ko-fi

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Natsume’s hands are shaking. Nyanko-sensei is watching, unblinking, from the corner of the room, and Natori is outside having a shouting match with that strange, shadowy man who brought the curse down on them in the first place, and Kaname is going through the motions of making tea just to have something to do, to contribute, and Natsume’s hands are shaking.

The exorcists won’t say what it is the curse has done, but Kaname can see it wreaking havoc. Natsume flinches every time someone moves too quickly. His pupils are dilated. When Kaname sets the tea tray down, Natsume’s head twists toward the soft sound of glasses clinking as if a gun went off.

Kaname is-- frightened. His fingertips are prickling, and there’s some tight, cold pressure behind his breastbone that makes it hard to breathe. He sits down slowly and then doesn’t move again, because Natsume is staring at him like he doesn’t know him.

“Ponta,” he whispers. His voice comes out kind of funny, a little thick and wobbly. Natsume is back to watching the room for invisible enemies, and doesn’t hear.

The lucky cat says, “We just have to wait it out.”

“How can we?” Kaname asks hoarsely. “How can we just-- sit here-- ”

“His heart will give out if we do anything else,” the cat replies mercilessly. “If he had even an ounce less of spiritual power, the curse would have killed him already.” That’s not what Kaname needs to hear, that’s not what he needs to hear-- “But he’s survived it this long. It’ll burn itself out by the end of the night. He just has to hold on.”

There’s still an angry conversation happening outside. The porch doors are closed but Kaname can just barely make out what they’re saying; Matoba wants to bring Natsume to his family home, where it will be easier to help him. Natori is promising what grievous bodily harm he’ll do to Matoba’s person if he takes even ‘one more fucking step towards the kids in that house.’

“So the worst is over?” Kaname asks.

“This is the worst,” Nyanko-sensei says. He’s sitting on his haunches, and his eyes are an eerie, glowing green, and he doesn’t look away from Natsume for even a second. “It will be the worst and then it will be over.”

“I can’t do this,” Natsume says suddenly. He’s pushing himself to his feet, clinging to the wall like there’s no strength left in his body. His eyes are almost fully black, pupils swallowing up all the green. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Nyanko-sensei goes tense, and Kaname stands up. “Natsume--”

“Please,” Natsume sobs, “please just let it be over, I can’t anymore.”

Kaname doesn’t know what to do. He never knows what to do. He’s always, constantly, two shades shy of completely useless at all times, in all situations. But Nyanko-sensei said Natsume’s heart would give out if he did anything besides sit calmly in a quiet room, and this-- this clawing his way toward the door, halfway to hyperventilating-- this is not that.

He rounds the table with his hands out in front of him, and bites the inside of his cheek when Natsume’s eyes dart towards him in a panic, like Kaname is any one of the monsters that have haunted him since he was a child.

“Stop him,” Nyanko-sensei says with an alarming note of urgency.

“Natsume,” Kaname says very softly, trying to pretend he isn’t light-headed with panic of his own. “Can you come back, please? You don’t have to do anything, just-- come back, okay?”

Natsume is crying earnestly, and he’s clearly scared out of his mind. In two years of classes and sleepovers and weekend trips and shared secrets, Kaname has never once seen him like this. Kaname has seen him stare down spirits three times his size without fear, has seen him reach out to people like Shibata and Adachi who were cruel to him in the past without flinching.

Whatever else this curse has done to him, it’s ripped away all that stubborn resilience, that dogged bravery, and left behind this kid who has always been afraid, who has never been rescued, who has been walking through the dark empty-handed for years.

“I’m tired of this, I’m tired of all of it,” Natsume says, “I just want it to be over. Please let it be over, please, I can’t do it, I can’t.”

“You can,” Kaname says. “I know you can. You can do anything.”

Shuddering, Natsume’s eyes track clumsily until he manages to find Kaname’s, and Kaname looks at him with everything he’s feeling plain on his face. He looks at him exactly the way he feels about him, like Natsume is the very best person he knows.

He hears a weight drop down from the windowsill behind him, and then the warm weight of Nyanko-sensei is leaning against his ankles.

“I know it hurts,” Kaname goes on. “I can’t imagine how much it hurts. But it won’t hurt forever. It’ll get better, I swear.”

He doesn’t move any closer, but he holds out his hands. He’s always holding out his hands. He never knows when it’s the right time to move, he isn’t always sure of his welcome, but he can do this. He can be here, just in case someone ends up needing him.

Natsume is staring at him, chest heaving, not moving forward and not running away. His expression has passed through the full gamut of emotion and now it’s mostly vacant. There’s hardly anything left of him in there.

Kaname whispers, “Please come back. I’ll help you. I’ll do anything.”

It could be a moment, or an hour, or a year. There are still loud voices in the yard, and Nyanko-sensei’s eyes are still a vivid, focused green, and Natsume’s hands are still shaking.

But he reaches out, and folds his shaking hands into Kaname’s larger ones. His pulse is rabbiting, the curse doing its best to drive him to hysteria. Everything in his mind and his body must be urging him to run, to escape, to do whatever it takes to put himself out of this misery, but he stands still instead. He closes his wide, dark eyes, and holds on a little bit longer.

Just a little bit longer.

[yandereaffections]

Day of the dead requests:

I’m too exhausted to write tomorrow and The 2nds a Saturday, but if it makes any difference I’ll do any requests for them on Tuesday

[hectorisagoodboy]

Hola!

I'm a little late with the other pages of the crossover comic because in these weeks I have been busy with other projects too! 😅

In the meantime, here some expression with Hector!

If you want other expressions with my current style you can help me with donations and ask for them with colors!!!

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Give me as much information as possible on what you would like to see!

Here some references for your ask if you want to use them! 😘 

You can also indicate if I have to draw them dead or alive!

Add the emoji for the reference link and the information you find in the references for the expression. 

😊 - The classic one:

https://hectorisagoodboy.tumblr.com/post/672366770526486528/hectorisagoodboy-soupery-i-never-know-what-to

😘 - Kiss Drawing Prompt:

https://a-moop.tumblr.com/post/182795888345/valentines-day-kiss-drawing-prompt-free-for

😬 - Hurt comfort:

https://hectorisagoodboy.tumblr.com/post/190529863232/couldnt-find-a-couple-meme-angsty-enough-so-i

🤣 -The funny one: 

https://hectorisagoodboy.tumblr.com/post/182654644567/i-think-this-is-just-for-fun-but-i-hope-youll

😴 - Tired and bed time:

https://hectorisagoodboy.tumblr.com/post/180275237387/expression-meme-tired-edition-0c-free-to-use

 😲 - GIF!!! (I think I’ll use these for special donations!)

https://hectorisagoodboy.tumblr.com/post/623964925874798592/because-i-had-a-really-bad-week-and-need-to-vent

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And if you know other references you can suggest new links! 😁

(I can also do it with the characters of Encanto or Luca if you want).

[selinakidreams]

here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup. 

Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out. 

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar. 

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party. 

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar. 

You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets. 

Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.

Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.” 

Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.

From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.

No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out. 

With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.

He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party  for the rest of the week.”

By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.

You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.

You slowly nodded before posing another question.

“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.

“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.

Another few quiet moments go by before he responds

“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense. 

“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.

“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.

He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.

You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything. 

“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.

“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.`` 

Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”

You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent. 

“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.

Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.

“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.

“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”

“Maybe because you're not.”

You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both.  When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice. 

Handsome would be an understatement. 

With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness. 

“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.

“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you. 

“You comin’?” 

Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together. 

Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction. 

“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”

There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail. 

The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer. 

As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict. 

Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”

With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-

“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”

He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm. 

“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”

Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could. 

“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty. 

Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused. 

Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.” 

Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night. 

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back. 

Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.

With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong. 

As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers. 

Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you. 

As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry. 

You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?

“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. 

“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.

Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.

“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?” 

There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.

Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand. 

“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.” 

The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.

You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped. 

Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside. 

If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now. 

Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head. 

Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.  

Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.

Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.

 “You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.” 

And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something... 

You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured  a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”,  before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist. 

With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices. 

Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.

“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand. 

“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face. 

When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.

“Open up, sweet cheeks.”

You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct. 

The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing. 

A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue. 

“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.

“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl…  Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.

[basilly]

mishaps || irl!quackity x reader

. this is for min my beloved’s 500 event! congrats lovey! @burntcilantro​

. prompt: “that’s not what the instructions say”

. pronouns: they/them

The stream screen quickly transitioned, revealing a black-clad Quackity, signature beanie on his head, moving his hands in excitement. 

"Hey chat! Today we are in my kitchen! You know what that means! It is a cooking stream! Now I am joining to introduce a very special guest. You might know them- you might not.”

You walk into the small camera view, waving at the webcam, adorned with a nervous smile.

“My lovely s/o y/n! And I think- I think we are attempting to make cake. We actually have a recipe-”

As your boyfriend explained to the many, many viewers, you glanced around at the counter, sprayed in the numerous ingredients. It had seemed as though Quackity had pulled every spice out imaginable. 

What is even is star anise??

“Okay so- we need 2 cups of flour, y/n can you get that? I’ll read the instructions” 

Cooking with Quackity was a bit- no, a large hazard, but thankfully you were there in case he set the kitchen on fire. As the two of you carefully measured and gathered ingredients, you received a call.

“Oh- i have to take this, please don’t burn the house down Alex” “What do you mean?! I’ll be fine, right chat?”

Stepping out of the room, Quackity began to add the next ingredient.

“Okay- we need 1 teaspoon of baking powder. Is this a teaspoon?”

Unfortunately for the both of you, what he had picked up, was not in fact the teaspoon, but the tablespoon. He hadn’t even looked at the silver spoon, sticking the cup end into the can. He did not even check chat to notice, too far away to see and TTS donos turned off. Dumping it into the bowl, he moved on to look at the jars and jars of spices.

“Chat- you know what, we can make this cake even better! What is this- five spice? We can use a five in one, just a small shake.”

What was a ‘small shake’ was what seemed like two teaspoons. He closed the cap, placing it on the counter once more. 

Shuffling across the streaming equipment, you make your way back into view. 

“Y/n! I finished it up, so all we need to do is mix it and out it into the oven” “Great! Glad too see the kitchen is fine”

After placing it in the oven, Quackity set a timer, and now all you had to do was wait. Eyes faced towards the stream, the bubbling and rapid rising of the cake went unnoticed. 

“It’s been... 23 minutes! We should check on the cake”

Whipping around, his eyes went wide.

“Um,, y/n?” “Yes?” “Why does the cake look like its going to explode?” “What?!”

Quickly you dash over, seeing what he had meant. What was supposed to be a fluffy cake, was one with lots of bubbles and rose a lot in the center.

“Oh my god- take it out”

Working fast to take it out, you wondered what went wrong.

“Wait, so we did all these steps- you said you added baking power while I was gone,, how much did you add?” “This much- like the instructions told me!” 

You thought Quackity would pick up the smaller of the measuring spoon- to your dismay it had been the larger.

“Alex! That’s NOT what the instructions said- its one teaspoon not a tablespoon! Oh my god no wonder it was bubbling up like crazy.” “oh.. we should try it anyway! It looks cooked” “I’m only trying it because you asked- you are so lucky I love you”

Skeptical, you picked a part of the edge with a fork.

As soon as the ‘cake’ hit your tongue, you could not help but cough.

“Alex *cough* why does it taste weird” “uhhh- i may or may not have added extra spices?” “Which one?” “This one” 

He picked up the five spice bottle, to which you could only shake your head.

“We are never doing this again.”

an: i know i did a quackity cooking stream before but i couldnt resist adjfhsk 

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