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Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.
If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.
I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.
I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.
Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.
#p5#akeshu#akechi goro#kurusu akira#wow- me?? posting a valentines comic... actually on?? valentines????? wack. absolutely wack#it's a short one! I purposefully tried to keep it short. it was a challenge and it still ended up being 3 pages. but i blame my canvas size#also in case u can't see what akira is holding out to akechi: theyre chocolate covered strawberries on sticks!#i saw them irl and was like oh god i want those. i am going to project that feeling on my favorite characters so help me god#and now! here we are! but my shitty-ass coloring & line quality make it hard to discern them so. sorry about that lmaooooo#ANYWAY i don't do enough post-maruki stuff so. i made this one a little bittersweet. :)#why did i put akechi's scarf in a bow? honestly i dont know! i think i saw some art a while ago that did that too and i thought it was cute#well. plus i guess there's the symbolism of 'akechi being alive and reciprocating your feelings (however involuntarily) IS a gift' part#hence that hes wrapped up in a bow. like a present. :)#also god. the first panel is supposed to be akechi's reflection in a vending machine window. I could NOT get it to look right#so for reference!!! just so you guys understand!!!!!! thats what that panel is supposed to be!!! he is NOT in fact a ghost. (sigh)#hope you enjoyed and had a lovely valentines!! for my part i have eaten nothing but sweets today and hoo boy will that have been a mistake#ALSO in terms of the audience-participation comic...hopefully coming soon. if i can ever gain the will to draw it.#but at least tumblr has polls now so i can do the audience-choose-y bit without needing to use a separate website! so thats good i guess#anyway anyway anway thanks for listening to me ramble if you made it this far! have a lovely rest of your day and hopefully see u again soon
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redbullgirly · 19 days
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HI BABRIE! HI KEN! [part 3, LH44 smau]
Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader [social media au]
Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau] & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 2, LH 44 smau]
Summary: Lewis and his "real-life Barbie" girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N have a secret they keep from the fans. Though it's only matter of time before they announce the happy news... it's not like it can stay hidden forever anyways.
Warnings: Pregnancy. Slight hate and bodyshaming towards Y/N. If you're not in the right headspace, please don't read it!🫶
Author's Note: After quite some time, hello! I'm so sorry this took so long, but life has been so busy and hectic last month I simply didn't have time and energy to write this sooner. Though I'm very glad for everyone who waited for this part and I hope you'll like it. It's probably not the last one, I have few ideas for more parts. But I don't want to promise anything, we all know how long this part took XD.
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lewishamilton So proud to support charity program for the involvement of children from disadvantaged families in sports yourusername has been working on for a few years now. All money raised from the friendly basketball match goes to the fond of the charity. Let's change lives of these talented kids together! 💫🙏🏾
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user1 basketball players should be grateful our king chose to be f1 driver 😌
user2 fr
yourusername together we can change the world for better!! 💫💕
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user3 You make our lives better by existing Y/N😍😍
user4 I think this is too idealistic lol
user5 queen speaking facts and keeping us motivated
user6 LET HER COOK 🗣🗣🗣
user7 Sir Lewis Hamilton is Sir for a reason 👑
mercedesamgf1 🙏🤍
user8 even though he'll be driving for ferrari next year mercedes still supports him!!!
user9 and what did you think? that they'll ignore him or hate him suddenly? he still got a whole season w them 🤣 plus it's all marketing
user10 nah i'll just live in delusion that admin loves lewis & y/n🥰🥰🥰🥰
user11 I love how you use your platform to raise awareness
user12 omg he's so hot 🥵
user13 Wait, why is Lewis at Y/N's charity event instead of her? I usually support her, but this is just weird... why can't she stand up for her own thing?
user14 RIGHT?! idk why she didn't even bother showing there
user15 Honestly I think that Lewis going there brings more attention to it than just her going there, and it's a good thing people are noticing this organization. Though I don't understand why she didn't go there as well 🤷‍♀️
user16 guys stop wtf she could be sick or smth
user14 or she's just another attention seeker... never liked her tbh
user16 the only attention seeker here is u user14 get a life and stop hating 😘
user14 i'm not hating, i'm stating facts and unlike y/n i don't need a man to do shit for me lmfao
user17 Y'all are really getting mad over nothing xddd
user18 Amazing work! 👏 you make the difference, Lewis😍🖤💛
user19 the fact he has pink pants bc it's y/n's fav color and it's for a charity event she helped organize... i want a man like him 😩
user20 He's down bad for her!!!
user21 I mean... who wouldn't, just look at her🤭
user22 fr what i'd give to talk to y/n once
user23 Our fashion barbie iconic Queen 💖💖
user24 Lew giving the little boy a fist bump🥹
user25 he is going to be a great dad one day
user24 Oh definitely!🫶
user26 can't wait for dad lewis
user27 omggg imagine little him and y/n running around the paddock 😭😭
user26 they'll be sooo cute istg
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yourusername japan grand prix w my favs 🇯🇵🤍
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lewishamilton 🤍🤍
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user1 awww i live for bf lewis
user2 YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER
user3 and who would that be user2 ?? you? lmfao u wish🤣🤣
user4 the disrespect of writing these things under HIS COMMENT where he shows SUPPORT to HIS GIRLFRIEND...
user5 Lewis & Y/N 4ever 🫶
user6 omg look at roscoe baby so cute
user7 the teeth I can't🥹
user8 It's Roscoe's world and we're just living in it fr
alexandrasaintmleux so prettyyy 🙏🌺
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yourusername oh stoppp u are prettier 💓💐
user9 Girls supporting girls and wags supporting wags... that's what we like!!!!
user10 the fact lewis liked alex's comment w two accounts is the best thing that happened this week😭
user11 shut uppp I didn't even notice it before user10 😭 he's such a simp I love this 😭😭
user10 i knoooow😭
user12 finally you attended a grand prix this year!!!!
user13 😍😍😍😍😍
mercedesamgf1 It's always brighter with you in the paddock Barbie Y/N!💖
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yourusername next time i'm going all out w the pink 💖🫶
user14 the legend herselffff
user15 Admin is slaying and supporting Y/N 💁‍♀️
user16 MOTHER IS SERVING ONCE AGAIN🧎🏻‍♀️
roscoelovescoco Enjoying's dad's racing's w my's best's mum's ☺️🏎
yourusername enjoying dad racing w my best son 🥹💕
user17 not roscoe slowly learning y/n's slang and saying w instead of with🤭
user18 and the fact Lewis is the one really writing it... !!!!!
user19 They're such cute a family🥰
user20 mum and dad and son... I can't it's too adorable 🫠❤️‍🩹
user21 Literally the queen of f1 and gorgeousness keep slaying
user22 where is the usual barbie aesthetic?!😥
user23 fr I want pink dresses not blue trousers
user24 Guys she can wear whatever she wants
user23 yeah true but still... she already built that image so why not keep it wtf 🤷‍♀️
user25 Covering her fat stomach with the purse ewww 🤢🥴
user26 i wanna take u haters seriously... but I just can't xd
user27 if you have anger issues like me and don't like online trolls, pls stop scrolling people! there are so many dumb users from twitter in these comments!🙃
user28 I just don't get why they're hating on Y/N all of sudden... what did she ever do to them
user29 idk, probably bcs she wasn't active for a while (she was probably not feeling well or smth as she said in an interview few days back) and didn't attend any gp till japan this year (again she was probably sick so understandable)... plus lot of f1 "fans" are jealous bitches change my mind
user30 Internet always moves in waves and one time everybody loves u and then they hate u 😬
user31 yeah but it's so sad cause y/n is such a sweetheart🥺❤️
user32 I honestly wouldn't care about the haters if they didn't attack her body and the way she looks... that's down right embarrassing and disgusting
user33 AGREED user32
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lewishamilton It's hard to put into words how happy and excited we are. Can't wait to hold our baby in a few months and support my dearest love on every step of the way. Feeling blessed right now 🤍🪐
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charles_leclerc Well, that's a shocking news I didn't know about this time...😂
charles_leclerc But big congratulations!❤️
yourusername yeah we needed to give u heart attack w smth too 😉💋
susie_wolff Congratulations Lewis and Y/N, you will be great parents! 💫🫶
yourusername thx susie, we have great role models in u and toto!!! ✨❤️‍🩹
lewishamilton 🫶🏾🫶🏾
kellypiquet what a great news!🥹
yourusername love u kelly 💕
sebastianvettel Many congratulations!
lewishamilton Thank you Seb!
yourusername will u be the fun uncle??? pls seb 🥹🙏
sebastianvettel If you'll make me their godfather....
yourusername done deal 🤝
lewishamilton I-... fair enough, done deal
fencer EXCUSE ME?!! THAT'S NOT FAIR
charles_leclerc Yeah what is this favorism?!
yourusername guys it's seb how could we say no 😌✨
charles_leclerc True... fair enough then I guess 🙂
fencer I still feel VERY offended
yourusername charles don't use that ironic emoji on me and fencer u can have the second child
lewishamilton Darling that sounds like you're sacrificing our second child while the first one isn't even born yet...
yourusername whoops 🫢🙈
sebastianvettel Do you realize this is not a private conversation?
yourusername actually u can set selected comments private seb 😁
charles_leclerc Wait seriously?!
lewishamilton No, she's just testing if he's old enough to believe her 🙄
yourusername you're sour bc u believed me the first time i tried it love ☺️🫶
sebastianvettel This is exactly why I didn't have Instagram sooner.
charles_lecerc We love you Seb!❤️
yourusername yeah we do love u our new godfather!!!!💖
mercedesamgf1 Congratulations from the whole team!🤩🤍
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alexandrasaintmleux awww so happy for both of u!💞
yourusername hope you're prepared to be the fav auntie 🤭💋
alexandrasaintmleux anything for my little nephew or niece hamilton 🫡
scuderiaferrari The next world champion on the way?😍❤️
yourusername pls i hope they'll stay far away from racing 😭
scuderiaferrari Well... then we'll at least get another tifosi 😉
georgerussell68 Wishing all the best mate!
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landonorris Wooohooo congrats!!!
landonorris Wait- do y'all realize you'll be parents now? Like real REAL parents of an actual child?!
yourusername yeah lando that's how it usually works when u get pregnant 😊
landonorris Yeah but... wait! The child needs to be McLaren fan!
yourusername your mission to get all hamiltons to be your fan is getting more complicated, isn't it? 😂🫢
landonorris Shhhh Y/N it's a secret mission 🤫
yourusername oh my bad sry
yourusername wait why do i know about it then???
landonorris Ehhh... miscalculation?
yourusername tf lando 😭
lewishamilton I'm starting to think this baby will be our second child and Lando is our first...
landonorris Wow so can I officially say Lewis Hamilton is my daddy now?😀
lewishamilton NO
yourusername lando don't you dare or istg
landonorris Byeee parents!! 🤗
f1 Let's go! 💖👶
francisca.cgomes babyyyyy 🤎🍂
pierregasly Why the leaves?
francisca.cgomes bcs it's an autumn babyyyyy
yourusername love u kika 💕
pierregasly Oh congrats by the way!🫶
yourusername thx pierre 💕
logansargeant RAAAAAHHH 🇺🇸🦅
logansargeant Sorry alex_albon took my phone 😒 I wanted to say congratulations!🤍
alex_albon 😇
yourusername lol
yourusername but thx sm logan, you're such a sweetheart! 🫶
lilymhe I swear it'll be the cutest baby ever
yourusername babe it'll totally will if u say so 💋
kevinmagnussen 🙌
hulkhulkenberg Welcome to the dad's club on the grid Lewis! 😉
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oscarpiastri What a happy day, congratulations! 🧡
yourusername what's the orange heart doing here oscahh??? 🤨
oscarpiastri 💖
oscarpiastri Better now?
yourusername thx oscar sm for the congrats!🥰 also you should use my signature heart emoji more often 💖
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yourusername enjoying the barbie life 💖💐
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lewishamilton Beautiful, gorgeous and my Barbie!
yourusername awww my ken 💞🫶
user1 omg i love them sm
user2 I wanna have what they have
user3 the effect bf Lewis has on me should be studied 😩
user4 Just the fact he usually isn't active on ig and doesn't comment or anything... and she is the only exception😭🤭
user5 gorgeous literally so gorgeous
user6 The baby bump 🥹🥹
user7 and she looks so good with it too 🥹🥹
alexandrasaintmleux such good times hanging out with my fav barbie! 💋💖
yourusername the best times girly!!! 💕
user8 i live for this friendship
user9 Imagine these two next year in Ferrari garage together!😍
user10 literally the only good thing coming out of lewis leaving mercedes
user11 fr fr user10
user12 Are those flowers from Lewis???
roscoelovescoco Yeah's they'res from's dad's 🌻☺️
user13 OH MY GOD ROSCOE HIIII
user12 Can't believe Lewis Hamilton replied to my comment as his dog 😭
user13 lol user12 u really won life xd
user14 this is sooo cuteee 😻
user15 You and Alex look so good together! Hope you'll be friends forever!
kellypiquet where's the bag from? it's so pretty! 😍🤍
yourusername idk lew gave it to me for christmas last year... i'll ask and let u know!! 🤍🫶
kellypiquet 🫶
user16 The queens of the paddock right here 🙌
user17 still can't believe y/n & lewis are going to be parent in a few months
user18 RIGHT?! It's like a fever dream for me 😭
user19 Yeah i was excited for dad Lewis so long that now I can't believe it's finally happening 🤭❤️
user20 the best wag right here
user21 and soon the best mum!
user22 Ur STUNNING 😭💖
user23 Woman 💅
user24 proud to say i never hated on Y/N
user25 YES
user26 always knew she's the queen 👸💗
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lewishamilton My beautiful Barbie. The love of my life. My partner for good times and bad times. Mother of my child. The only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Y/N Y/L/N. 💖💫
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yourusername can't describe in words how much i love u lew!!! 💖💫
lewishamilton Love you too darling, so much!
user1 I can't 😭
user2 i wanna have what they have
user3 THE BEST COUPLE EVER
user4 if they ever break up love isn't real
user5 I'll tell my children they are the original Barbie & Ken
user6 my parents 🥰
user7 y'all don't understand how much i love them
user8 The best parents ever!!!!
roscoelovescoco Mums looking's gorgeous 🥹☀️
lewishamilton She in fact is.
yourusername my boys making me cry 🥹💓
roscoelovescoco Oh's no's mums don't cry's 🙁
yourusername don't worry baby it's happy tears 💞
user9 now I'm crying too... this is so sweet
user10 The reason they're my favs😍
user11 why is this so precious 😭😭
user12 so prettyyyy
kellypiquet Our Barbie looking like a goddess!💅🏻💝
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yourusername thx kelly!!!💕
user13 she's fr glowing 😻
user14 Thought she can't get more beautiful than she was before but pregnancy proved me wrong
user15 MARRY HER
user16 we love bf lewis dedicating whole post to y/n 🤭🤭
voguemagazine 🤩📸
user17 ariana what are u doing here?!??!!
user18 Even Vogue is an Y/N fan and we love it
user19 y'all don't understand how bad i need her to be on the cover of vogue or some other magazine 😩
user20 OMG user19 SHE WOULD SLAY IT TOO HARD
user21 You should marry her now!!! 💍💍
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user22 heyyy did someone else see lewis like it and then un-like it?!😧
user21 When the notification of roscoelovescoco liking my comment came up on my phone I nearly dropped it and screamed... like what? Excuse me sir!!! 😃
user23 LOL I love how he goes savage liking comments w his dog's account and then regrets it immediately xd
user24 guuuyyyssss what if it means we'll get proposal soon???☺️
user21 I wish!!!!
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THE END
Author's Note: Thank you for reading it to the end! I'll be very grateful for likes, comments, reblogs and every other sign of support. Also you can let me know if you think baby Hamilton will be a girl or boy 🤭. Have a great weekend! (Btw if someone wants to talk about their predictions for Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, they're welcomed bcs I don't have anyone to talk to about it XD)
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Never Lie To Me
A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.
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Summary: In which Y/N's sinful thoughts towards the Asset is reciprocated.
Pairing: winter soldier!bucky x hydra agent!female!reader
Words: 3.4k++
Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, purely smut and lack of plot, honestly. messy writing and lack of dialogue, sorry for that. Others may include probably incorrect russian due to the use of google translate, marking kink (if you squint), metal hand kink, finger-fucking, clit spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, soldat doesn't talk much, i figured he is more reserved but that doesn't mean his actions are (*wink wink*) he is kinda rough but the reader highkey loves it, just bunch of horny pent-up mfs getting some action for once, y'know.
Inspiration: "Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me and I can see you up against the wall with me." – I Can See You (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift.
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Y/N didn't understand why was she sent to this field mission. There were literally dozens of others that were much suitable to do it and yet they chose her of all people? Considering her much leisure job for the past months, which basically just to guard a lab, Hydra seemed to forgot that her body have been lack of combat practice.
She hated this. This mission. This organization. All of it.
Y/N was one of those kids that Hydra stole from the orphanages for their Phantom program; it is where they train, or accurately brainwash, the kids into highly skilled assassin. And she was one of the top 5 out of the program in her batch.
But after a certain incident in one of the mission in Peru, she was temporarily relocated to Siberia to, as they say, "recover" before they can assign get into another mission. There, she was given a much lenient task, which was to guard the lab where the Winter Soldiers were created.
Those few months was both heaven and hell for her; heaven was that she didn't need to be soaked in the blood of the innocent lives and hell was that she had to be a bystander to the cruelty of the dehumanizing process of the Winter Soldier program.
Sure, everything Hydra does to its "followers" are, by nature, imbrute. I mean, she was trained like a dog since she was but a child, but this. This was just another level of evil. Such vile and merciless thing to do to another human being. The muzzles that Hydra shoved in their mouth doesn't really help to reduce the excruciating noises that they made.
Though, while she was physically forced to witness the atrociousness, there was one constant thing that kept her mind off from it all.
They call him the Asset. In fact he was the first one. But she'd rather think of him simply as a man sleeping in a cryo chamber.
Y/N had heard of this "monster", the rumours were terrible as they come and go, but she find it hard to believe that when the soldat had such a calm and kind expression on his face, even if his features were frozen in ice. That was her first impression of him; then day by day, and what felt like ages, she watched him.
Her curiosity got the best of her when she started to think of scenarios and possibilities that the man had quickly became her escape from the horrid reality around her.
Though she spend most of her time trying not to feel it, but the other times, well... the thoughts went a little wild. At one point, they got too personal even for her own mind to comprehend.
After a month of reporting at the new post, she heard the whispers of "thawing the asset" from other agents and scientists around the lab. And surely enough, one of those day, the soldat was brought back from his slumber.
It didn't cross her mind before, of what color laid behind those closed lids. But when she saw his eyes for the first time, she was in complete awe. They were blue as the vast ocean she once jet-skied over; but they were as cold like when she stepped foot at this snow covered facility.
The contrast of his dark hair and tanned skin only makes his bright eyes to become the most prominent feature on his face. And Y/N just couldn't tear her gaze away, especially when the Hydra agent that supposed to retrieve him was making such a big fuss over how slow the soldat was reacting to their commands.
What do they expect? He was literally frozen for lord knows how long just a few seconds ago. Everything must be dissociating for him. So of course, the man's mind and body needs time to adjust.
The soldat abruptly fell on his knees after exiting the chamber, causing one of the guards to strike a kick across his face, "вставай, паршивая собака! (Get up, you lousy dog!)"
And that was it, Y/N had enough of it, "Hey!" she shouted as her stomped towards the guards. The duo quickly stood straight and showed their respect to her; knowing that those who graduated from Phantom program has higher ranking than them.
The moment Y/N found her footing in front of him, the palm of her hand landed harshly across his face, "Do you realized what you just did?" She asked as the taller regained to his prior composure.
"That man!" She pointed at the soldat who was obediently sitting on the floor, "Is Hydra's most prized asset. He alone is worth thousands of you useless scumbags. And you had the audacity to lay your hands on him?!" She roared and the lab fell into silent.
The two guards can only bite on their own tongue knowing what she said was true. The soldat was in fact the Hydra's precious weapon, as for now that he was the only one who successfully weilded the super soldier serum in his veins.
Y/N walked around and stood in front of the soldat, "Are you hurt, soldat?" she asked as her gaze fell on him. His head was hanging low as he bored his empty eyes into the shine of Y/N's black boots; he shook his head and replied, "No, ma'am"
She knew he was lying, especially when she saw the drips of blood on his pants, "Look at me." She ordered in which the soldat complied. And there it was, the source of the mess, the red cut on the corner of his lips. Her frown only deepened when the bruises were slowly forming on his cheek bones.
Y/N crouched to his level, as her hand reaching for his cheeks. His body halted and stiffened when she approached, but only to be surprised by the soft carress of her fingers on his face, "If you're not injured, then what's this?" She whispered lowly; a tone where just the two of them can hear.
The soldat's empty eyes almost melt in hers; he never saw her before, who is she? Why was there so much kindness in her eyes? And why was she holding him so gently?
He let her careful thumb wiped the blood from his chin before whispered again, "Never lie to me, soldat. Do you understand?"  The soldat obediently nodded as a spiral of indescribable emotions stirred within him. His eyes lingered at the way her lips formed into a soft smile, "Good." She praised.
Since then, the soldat's gaze had remain on her almost all the time. From the moment she threatened the two guards, to the time she looked away from the tortured candidates of the Winter Soldier program, to this very second as she undresses every part of her suit.
Though the mission was a success however, their plane was utterly wrecked by an unforeseen mini gun. So they were forced to walk through the snow storm and find shelter at one of Hydra's safe house.
It was not rare for the soldat to be paired with other agents on a mission but never with a woman. Much less the pretty little bunny that he had been obsessing over. Ever since that incident, the soldat often think of her. And he really tried too keep everything professional but something within him changed lately.
One particularly distinct moment that he experienced that made it clear to him; it was when he was waiting in the hall for his handlers to drag him around the facilities, and she happen to walk towards him from the opposite side. And when he brushed pass her, he noticed how his hands was itching to grab her by the neck and push her up against the wall.
As if there was this strong urge to claim her, mark her, fuck her. That was when he realized. The soldat wanted her. He wanted ruin her for everyone else. He wanted her to be his. But, he knew they keep watchful eyes on him. On both of them. And he can't risk that.
But now that she was standing right in front of him, in her underwear no less, how was he supposed to control himself?
Y/N turned her attention towards the soldat, he stood absolutely still that she almost thought he was literally frozen, "Why are you not stripping? Even with that super soldier serum in you, I doubt that you don't feel cold from those snow-soaked clothes."
Maybe it was the dim-lit room, but she swore that the soldat eyes darkened when she walk towards him. Especially when his eyes ranked the way her wet undergarments stick onto her skin.
How many times did she fantasize about the way he was looking at her. How many times did she made herself cum from the thoughts on grinding her cunt into his metal fingers.
Too many to count.
Especially when, in her head, she could see him in his suit with his knives, she could see him throwing his black mask on the floor, she could see him bending her over to his will, she could see him make her want him, crave him, need him.
And whenever their eyes met, she often think of the what-ifs between them. Like, what would he do if she went to touch him now? What would he do if Hydra never found them out? What would he do if they never made a sound?
What would he think if she made him her own personal addiction? Then will he entertain her fantasies by making her his own secret mission?
"Remember what I told you, soldat?" She asked as her hands reached for his mask.
Without hesitation, the soldat replied, "Never lie to you." as his face was bare for her to see.
Y/N took a step forward, so close that he could almost feel her skin on him, "Now tell me, what do you want?" Her eyes found his diluted ones as he lifted his gaze from her cleavage to meet hers.
His cock was rather truthful even from the beginning; now more than before when it twitched painfully in the confinement of his pants. The soldat hissed to the feel of it before he confessed, "I want you."
Y/N couldn't help but to smile, "Then, have me, soldat."
That was all he needed to hear. Her permission to have her, to own her. Then, very next second, he had her body pinned firmly against the wall, his lips on her soft ones, his wet tongue exploring in her mouth.
The soldat had his metal hand gripping the back of her neck, not wanting that pretty head of hers to hit the wall; while the other hand unabashedly teared the bra off from her body.
Breaking the kiss, the soldat's lustful gaze watched how her breasts became bare for him. So pretty and perky. His cock twitched madly as if it was ordering him to touch them, suck on them. And he did just that.
The soldat took her right nipple into his hot mouth while his free hand pawed on the other. Y/N moaned lewdly at roughness of his hand and mouth. When she threw her head back, that was when she saw it. At the corner of the room, she noticed a CCTV camera directly situated towards their direction
She grabbed a handful of his long hair, and lightly tugged him back but he refused to stop sucking on her. Y/N huffed when she whispered, "They're watching us."
That was when the soldat quickly released her from his mouth and quickly hovered his huge body over her, he growled possessively as his quick eyes scanned for all the nearby camera.
Y/N chuckled amusingly at his reaction, "Do you not like it when they watch us?" She teased. The soldat growled again as he pulled her closer, her nipples perked even more now that they touched the cold fabric of his clothes, "Mine. Mine alone." He declared.
Y/N looked up at him with a pair of seductive eyes, "Then, what are you going to do about it?" She taunted. The soldat swiftly pulled his knives out from his thigh strap and threw it directly at the lens of each camera in the room. Now no one would have a chance witness her divine body, or see what her face looks like when he make her cum.
There weren't much of intelligible words that came out of his mouth after that, besides the grumble noises of the word "mine".
The soldat latched her mouth onto her skin, particulary around her neck, collarbone and the valley of her breast. He kissed and licked and sucked to leave his mark on her as his metal hand dug into her hips.
Meanwhile, the flesh of his right hand slide right into her panties. He fingers trailed the outer slit of her cunt; as if he was purposely teasing her, "Зайка (bunny)" he groaned against her neck when he felt how wet she was. She squirmed needily under his hand, when his middle finger poked her entrance while his thumb grazed across her clit.
"So wet, all for me?" He purred as his finger slowly dug into her hole. Y/N whined and grabbed his wrist before he could go any further, "Want your metal fingers, soldat." she slurred deliriously; already drunk with his touches.
It took all his might to not fuck her right there and then when she let him have her. The soldat wanted to treat her gently, prepare her sweetly. Now that she had confessed such sinful desire, something in him just snapped.
He pulled his hand out, and effortlessly ripped her panties from her body before lifting one of her legs up, pushing her thighs towards her body. She yelped at the sudden roughness, embarrassment crept across her spine when the soldat licked his lips at the sight of her cunt, wide open for him.
"Want my metal fingers huh,  Зайка (bunny)?" He trailed his metal fingers along her wet hole, "You got it." He abruptly shoved two of his digits into her, causing her to let out a loud gasp at the sudden intrusion.
The soldat didn't give her time to adjust, he simply pulled his fingers out to the very tip and thrust it back into her. And he does it again, and again and again. Until the pain turn into sheer pleasure.
When her eyes rolled back and shut close, the soldat growled disapprovingly, "No. Don't close your eyes. Look. Look down. Watch how your wet little hole take my metal fingers. That's it. Look at you. Fuck. Look. At. You." His pace didn't lose its rhythm when he fucked his fingers hard and fast; he curled them just right every time he hit that deep spot inside her.
His metal fingers was better that she had ever imagine, and the sight that she was looking at was so lewd that she was already so overstimulated from it, then when his thumb circled her clit, she thought she was seeing actual stars.
Streams of fluid was squelching everytime he shoved his fingers knuckles deep into her, that it trickled down his hand. It was so messy and the soldat loves it. He want her to be this messy all the time. He wanted to clean her up with his tongue. Lick every drip of her sweet fluid, swollow it like he was thristy and she was water.
At the this point, he would be willing to stay on his knees if it means that he get to have her cunt on his mouth always.
The soldat growled at the way she moaned so shamelessly at how harsh his fingers was violating her sweet pussy. He kept on rubbing on her clit and watched her body shuddered when he slap on it. Seeing her reaction, he continued to spank her clit and he fucked her harder; one, two, three, four, until she cried out a long moan and her pussy gushed with her creamy cum.
And seeing how her body trembled, her cream dripping out onto his hand, the soldat almost combust in his pants. Though apart of him wanted to feel her sweaty skin on his own, another just wanted to feel her warm pussy.
So, instead of wasting more of his time undressing himself, the soldat hurriedly unzipped his pants to release his aching cock out. He pulled his finger out and licked her cum clean while his other hand lazily pumped his leaking length, "Taste so good, Зайка (bunny). Bet you feel good too."
Y/N whined at his action, he looked so hot and bothered. And something about him fully clothed while pumping his needy cock for her; it just drives her to near feral. She let out an exasperated gasp when the soldat maneuvered her legs to cling around his waist, while his hand gripped on her hips. Her voice then stuck on her throat when he thrust his cock deep inside in one stroke.
His size was stretching her out so much that it burned, a good type of burn; in fact, the best type. The soldat on the other hand almost burst his cum the moment he entered her. She felt so good. Better that his rough hands when he jerked off to the though of her. But he was determined to make her cum on his dick before he get his own high.
So without letting her adjust to his size, he slowly pulled out and harshly slammed right back into her; fuck does it feel so good. And her mewling so needily for him does not help the situation at all. He repeated the same thing over and over until he managed to suck up his need to cum, then fasten his pace. And the sound of her wetness rubbing against his cock when he pounded into her was so damned and sinful, that never wanted to forget.
Her back repeatedly hit the wall from the force of his thrust that she needed to hold on his shoulders for support. His pace was fast and deep, almost erratic. Her moans broken when she felt the tip of her cock ramming at her womb, her walls clenching in delight to welcome such huge and hot length inside her. Every stroke was perfect and if she had no self-control she would be cumming each time the soldat forced his cock into her.
His hips slapped against her and she eagerly followed his every thrust, desperate to meet his skin as much as he was for her. And when she looked up to him, the soldat was looking directly into her. His ocean blues dove into her soul as his grunts tangled with her cries.
His breathing stuttered and his pace flatter. She could tell he was getting close. But, the soldat refused to; not until she cum first.
In and out. In and out. His pace became brutally delicious. Her nerves were stretching so good that her toes curled and that was when she felt the coil forming. Short needy pants left her lips, each one was a sign that she was getting closer to ecstacy, "I'm cumming, soldat. Please,, don't stop."
The soldat groaned, "Don't hold back." He pounded into her impossibly harder; and the delicious drag of his cock continued to punish her into pure ecstasy, forcing her cum to leak out and lather around his throbbing length, "That’s it, Cum for me, Зайка (bunny). Cum for your soldat,, ahh fuck so tight, i'm cumming too, ahh." The soldat chased his own release as continued to thrust inside her clenching hole.
"Fuckkkk i'm cumming inside you, Зайка (bunny). Will mark you mine with my cum. Ahhh ahhh fuckk", the soldat moaned to the addictive feel of her cunt milking him, and soon after when it hits him, his cock throbbed wildly as his cream leaked from the tip, endlessly filling her womb full with his warm cum.
Y/N whined to the amount of warm fluid spreading inside her. And when she thought his slowed thrust was a sign of an end, she couldn't be wrong. The soldat slowly pulled his cock out to the very tip, just pound it back into her. He groaned at the sight of his creamy cum spilling out, circling where his cock was stuffing her. Then he does it again, and again.
Until she started to moan for him, "hmmm,, s-soldat?" She hoped that he would explain himself.
His dark eyes only glint with lust and greed when a small smiled curved on his lips, "Oh, Зайка (bunny), I'm not done with you until I mark every part of you as mine."
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bonny-kookoo · 6 months
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Jungkook
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Some things are better left unsaid.
Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, dystopian AU, space/Sci-fi/cyberpunk-esque, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Violence, Drama, romance, adult, angst, potentially triggering content, mentions of prostitution, fluff??, injury, I'm sorry for this one don't hate me
Length: 3k words
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You never really thought of Jungkook as the jealous type- and maybe you're interpreting his foul mood entirely wrong too.
But you've got a feeling that his clear displeasure is mostly due to the very tall and very charismatic Alien who's been all over you ever since you woke up.
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't need help eating her food, Jin." Jungkook growls, eyes a vibrant green with a little red swirling around sometimes, as he watches you on the lap of the tall Alien currently feeding you. Jungkook's arms are crossed and he honestly looks ready to tear someone's throat out- and while you're still learning what the colors of his eyes might mean, you're starting to somewhat connect certain colors with certain feelings.
"Pah, just let me enjoy this before you take her away again!" The man named Seokjin whines, pulling you a little closer. "I can't believe you found such a sweet thing.. you don't even want her, just leave her here with me!" He complains, and Jungkook's eyes turn a little hotter in color, orange burning bright as his anger seems to rise. Why that might be you're not sure- you don't understand why he's not letting you stay here either. Seokjin seems like a nice person, and Yoongi, a cat-like Alien who'd taken care of you while you were resting, told you that the three of them are all very good friends. So why did Jungkook suddenly change his mind?
"Shut up." Jungkook barks under his breath, turning his face away. "…she can stay if she wants to. Who cares." He mumbles more or less, and at that, your heart skips a little uncomfortably. In a way, you knew he wanted to get rid of you sooner or later- but to hear it too, makes it all the more real. Maybe deep down, that small hidden innocence in you had thought he was warming up to you- but maybe that was just your imagination after all.
So you shrug, and look down at your plate of food, shaking your head when Jin offers you another piece to eat.
"I can't believe that you're worse than me, Jeon." Yoongi says, shaking his head in disappointment. "That was mean, even for my standards." He mentions from his spot near the only window in the small metal shed Jin lives in, his tail swaying a little. "Humans are sensitive. You can't just say things like that." He says, before he adjusts his position, crossing his legs.
Jungkook however just scoffs, and refuses to look at you.
You truly want to say something, but your voice just comes out horribly strained, making you cough- so you just leave it, trying to clear your throat, as Seokjin holds the inhaler you got from Yoongi to your lips.
Only that the hand is.. tattooed?
One look upwards and yes, there he is- it's actually Jungkook who acted so fast, eyes a slightly stressed pale blue, as he carefully helps you use the plastic container with the medicine inside, face a mix of worry and annoyance. You just let him, for now- and decide that maybe, this is his actual issue. You're now sick, you're gonna use up a lot more resources, let alone the cost of your medicine and everything. You're no use for him, only baggage.
Jungkook sighs, sits back down before he puts the inhaler away into his canvas bag. "If she wants to stay, she can, I guess.." He says, crossing his arms again. "If she wants to come with me, she can. It's whatever." He huffs, and Yoongi sighs to himself, while Seokjin chuckles.
"Well, I guess that's as much of an invitation as you'll get, little thing." He shrugs, looking down at you.
And this time, you don't feel like running after Jungkook like a lost dog.
So you just quietly shrug, and eat the rest of your meal.
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You're still hiding in Seokjin's bedroom, upset and saddened by the fact that Jungkook is truly preparing to leave you behind, when you hear someone walk through the pearl curtain that disconnects the bedroom from the main living area of the little house. "Here." He mumbles, throwing something on the bed- a plastic box, a rubber band around it to keep it shut, you guess.
You don't react, but you hear him sigh, as he sits down on the mattress, bed dipping down a little under his weight. "At least look at it, so I know I didn't buy the wrong shit." He huffs, and you roll your eyes, before taking the scratched up box, pulling the rubber band from it. And inside-
-are two, different colored knitting needles, a small pair of scissors, and two balls of grey, thick yarn.
"So?" He urges, and you can hear him play with the keychain in his hand a little. Is he nervous? Or just impatient?
What is he really thinking about you?
Why did he buy this, if he didn't at least mildly care about you?
You turn around towards him, and tap his shoulder to gain his attention- which you get, as he turns a little towards you- clearly caught off guard when you hug him. You want to see something- you need to check if your instincts are correct with this.
And when his arm- admittedly rather awkwardly- wraps around you and pats your back, you get your answer.
So you get up, put your clothes and the plastic box into a bag given to you by Jin, and stand by the pearl curtain quietly, nodding outside.
"Are you sure?" He asks, not getting up yet. "Jin's a good guy. Yoongi visits regularly, and he's got a human partner. Knows all about human health." He explains. "I mean, the planet's climate sucks, but it's at least somewhat peaceful." He says, and you just roll your eyes, and cross your arms. "..guess that's a no." He sighs to himself, though you don't miss the warmth in his eyes as he gets up, and takes your bag from you, walking out to say goodbye to Yoongi and Jin- well, mostly Jin. Yoongi just.. quietly bumps his head against yours and Jungkook's, before he simply leaves.
But Seokjin? He goes in for the hug, and it's honestly a little funny how annoyed Jungkook seems at that.
"You'll have to stay in contact!" Seokjin whines. "I need to know she's okay, and that she eats well, and that she's not getting lonely, or sad, or-" He rants, and Jungkook groans, clumsily taking your hand in his to pull you closer.
"Yeah yeah whatever, I'll look after her just fine." He argues, before he turns with you to walk off- letting you wave to Seokjin for a bit, before he tugs on your hand. "Look ahead. You'll trip otherwise." He scolds, though he keeps holding your hand-
The moment you're both back on the ship, he immediately runs an entire scan of the system and Ship's interior- telling you that he doesn't trust the mechanics on this planet too much, and that he wants to make sure they didn't leave anything here that doesn't belong. What exactly he means by that you're not sure- but after noticing how he even physically searches your room for anything off, especially the camera up in the corner, you're starting to have an idea of what he meant by that.
and it feels oddly kind, the way he keeps you both connected with a surprising tender amount of strength.
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"Do you want to stay here or come with me?" He asks, and you shrug, taking a blanket from the bed with you to instead walk closer to him. "…I really made you clingy now, didn't I?" He sighs to himself, looking at you a bit annoyed- though the faint pink-ish hue of his eyes gives you hope that he's just trying to act tough, and not genuinely upset over the fact that you'd like to keep him company from now on.
If Yoongi was correct, Jungkook simply has trouble attaching himself to others- the cat alien had told you that he didn't have the greatest upbringing, and that it left him with permanent scars.
Scars that one might not be able to see, but they're still there.
"Alright, let's see.." Jungkook mumbles to himself, as he logs into his system's autopilot, taking over the controls as he reads through all the info flying past on the screen. It's impressive to you how quickly he can seem to soak up any information practically flying past him, and it shows you just how long he's probably been doing this.
Yet, now that you think of it, you're not actually sure what exactly Jungkook does for a living, besides selling cargo here and there. But then again, should you really question it? He's putting food on the table, and gives you a safe place to stay. Better not ask too many questions, you tell yourself.
So you instead sit down somewhere near the windows, studying the pictures of the faded paper instruction manual that came in the plastic box of knitting stuff- the language foreign to you, though some words seem to click in your mind. It doesn't seem too hard to do, and considering that you've tried it in the past, it's not that difficult to pick back up where you left off years prior.
And the entire time, you don't even notice Jungkook occasionally watching you, the sight of you happily occupied with your new present doing something special to him. After all, usually, to his kind-
gifting things is considered something only mates do for one another.
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"Hey- come here for a second." Jungkook says one morning, urging you a bit closer as you enter the command center where he already sits in his usual seat, though he doesn't seem as relaxed as he's been these past few days.
Your throat has been healing well, and the entire ship by now is filling with your little animal shaped knitting work- one better than the last, after Jungkook had picked up some other colors of yarn for you at one re-fuel stop. It's been a good handful of days now- and you feel like you're actually getting comfortable with the Alien. "I'll be turning course today. I'm.. gonna leave you with Jin for a while." He says, and you instantly furrow your brows in confusion, unsure what's wrong.
"Why?" You ask, voice still a bit raspy, but it at least doesn't hurt as much to talk anymore.
Jungkook just sighs, looking away. "It's not for long, just a few weeks. I'll pick you up before the seasons change-" He explains, but you won't have it.
"That doesn't answer my question." You say, clearing your throat after somewhat getting that small sentence out. He runs his hands over his face.
"It's.. urgh, fuck!" He groans out agitated, and it's honestly both funny and a little unnerving to see Jungkook so.. embarrassed.
"I'm-… It's mating season for my kind." He huffs out defeated, arms crossed. "And since you're a female, it's kind of.. distracting." He explains, and you take that info in for a second.
And Bolku people are a proud but reserved kind, only really staying in pairs, never in groups. But Jungkook doesn't quite fit the visual characteristics, apart from his eyes- so maybe he's a hybrid too?
"Oh." You simply answer, unsure what else to say. Well, you didn't really think about that- but yeah, you remember reading something about Bolku people's.. well, mating traditions, so to speak. Not really because you ever thought anything of it- it was just interesting to find anything to read back on earth, and when you stumbled upon a common book about foreign galactic humanoid variants, you read through it.
It's how you know that Seokjin must've been some sort of human-Shairo hybrid; with his tall body and caring nature, but otherwise rather human appearance. The short, thick and scaled tail gave him away, mostly, and you read in your book back on earth how his kind has a problem with gender in their kind. They're mostly male- females are incredibly rare to be born for some unknown reason.
What's interesting now however, is how the past few days and Jungkook's actions during them, change in nature to you. The gift of the knitting stuff. The blankets he kept bringing to your room. The way he'd cuddle you throughout the journey through Cryon- all of it suddenly feels odd to you now that you know he's near his kind's mating season.
Does that mean that those weren't acts of kindness? That you weren't making any progress at all? That he was just..
..acting on instincts?
"I can just stay in my room again for the time being." You shrug, and he notices the way your posture and tone change. He's become quite good at reading your body language and subtle hints here and there- be it the tone of your voice, or the way you avoid eye contact, or how you'd change topic if he was to talk about something that made you uncomfortable. And right now, it seems as if he said something that made you almost.. defensive. And he's not sure what.
"No, I don't want to.. lock you in there again." He shakes his head. "You're not a prisoner anymore. Or anything similar." He denies.
"Then what am I?" You ask, looking at him- and he can't help but feel a little called out by you.
"That doesn't matter." He responds, but that's not enough for you anymore. You've become bold- mostly because you're not scared of him any longer, and because he's slowly, unknowingly, nurtured your will to survive back to life.
"It does to me." You croak out, coughing right after, making him cringe as his eyes turn a concerned blue hue. But he knows not to try and do anything right now- you're on edge, and he feels as if he's arguing with a cornered animal right now, any wrong move or word enough to set you off.
"Then what do you want to be?" He asks instead, making you look at him with a gaze that just screams uncertainty.
You don't know what you want to be. Especially not what you want to be to him.
When you came onto his ship, you didn't care what happened to you. You'd given up, you were ready to take whatever was thrown at you- but now you actually want to live. You want to be alive, and most importantly, you want to stay with him, and stay on this ship, and stay in this little space where everything seems okay. The amount of safety you feel here has spoiled you at this point, causing you to feel protective over it.
You don't want to stay with Seokjin, no matter how sweet and kind he is. He isn't Jungkook, and he isn't this ship.
"I don't care!" You huff out at him, moving to sit in the middle of the control center, grabbing your blanket before you throw it over your head, and hiding underneath it as you sit down facing the large window, face barely exposed. "I'm staying." You growl to yourself, and Jungkook can't help the slight amusement tickling in his chest at the fact that you're starting to pick up on some of his own behaviors.
Though your growl is anything but intimidating. It's cute, but nothing dangerous at all.
"It's just for two weeks. Three at max." Jungkook sighs, turning on the autopilot before he walks closer, tip of his boot gently tapping your back. "Hey." He calls out, but you don't answer. "I'm talking to you."
"And I'm not." You respond, pulling the blanket close so he can't see you as he crouches down next to you to catch a glimpse. "You'll leave me there."
"I thought you wanted me to leave you?" He wonders in an oddly soft tone, but you can't help but feel as if this too is just his instincts, and not actually him.
"Shut up." You respond, and he laughs.
"You kind of sound like me." He tells you, sitting down in front of you with his legs crossed. "Doesn't fit you- so stop it." He argues, pulling on the blanket- but you got a steel hold of it. "Come on, stop being a brat-"
"No!" You bark out, scooting away from him a good bit.
"I'll pick you up again." He sighs. "Promise."
"Your promise is empty." You mumble, finally giving in as he manages to pull the edge of the blanket enough with his fingers to expose your face.
"How so?" He wonders, face clearly confused, and somewhat upset.
"Cause you said it!" You argue. "I'm distracting you because you're like- horny or whatever. That's not you. And when your.. mating season is over, you'll just.. leave me with Jin." You say, looking at the ground.
"How come you humans always get so horribly attached to things so easily?" He mumbles, as if he's mostly talking to himself- eyes distant as he looks at you, hands in his lap. "Attach yourself to Jin. Not me."
"Why?" You ask timidly, unsure what he's getting at. You're not even sure yourself what you're thinking of him. You don't know why you're so attached to him.
"Because he's.. a better fit." He shrugs. "He's nice. Knows human social norms, since he's partially human as well-"
"So are you though?" You ask, testing the waters, and the way he tenses up, eyes flashing a pale, unreadable color, gives you the answer you were looking for.
So he is a hybrid too.
Suddenly, his face seems angry, jaw clenched and tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he looks to the side, eyes a blazing red as he gets up and walks away. "I changed my mind." He says, tapping away on his control panel. "Go stay in your room or whatever. I don't give a shit." He growls, and for some reason, you suddenly feel guilty.
So you quietly leave, door hissing shut behind you-
before it clicks, small display near it offering only a single, pulsating message.
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delulu-with-wandanat · 2 months
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Shape of you
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Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff.
Warnings 18+: Shapeshifting (Wanda), teasing, praise kink, slight degradation?, cunnilingus, bottom!Nat, top!Wanda, fluffy moments cus these two are just-
A/N: This was requested by a user who would like to remain anonymous. I hope you like it! It was nice exploring this idea with you, some of the lines were from them as well!
Summary: Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.
"What the-" Her girlfriend, Wanda, was always up to interesting things when she calls for Natasha's attention. Most of the times it was adorable, like that one time Wanda excitedly showed her the cupcake she had baked with a proud grin.
But this... this was just...
"Hey sailor." Wanda- or better yet, Natasha 2.0 said. The spy narrows her eyes in confusion, but nonetheless she was very impressed. She knew Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. Whenever they hung out in Wanda's room, she would absentmindedly play with her powers. However, she never knew Wanda's magic could go as far as shapeshifting.
"Well done, detka! However, you still sound like you." Natasha said from her seat on Wanda's bed, her tone was teasing. The witch pouted, oh god is that what I look like when I pout?? "Aw... My darling, I was only joking. I'm sorry, this is really impressive!"
Wanda only stick out her tongue and faced the mirror once more. This was something she had been working on for the past days, Wanda noticed that she was able to be alter the environment around her, which pique her curiosity on whether or not she could alter her body.
At first it was simple things, like changing the color of her hair without the use of hair dye. Then putting on clothes without actually needing to put on any materials, getting her nails done, the color of her eyes, so on and so forth. Then she started to wander if she could alter... her face.
She got the idea from none other than her own girlfriend, the former Russian spy. Natasha had told her about the time she used a photostatic veil in order to impersonate others, which inspired the witch to do her little experiment.
Wanda checks herself out on the mirror. She had gotten everything right, from Natasha's hair, her beautiful green eyes, her full lips. "How are you not in love with yourself?" Wanda asked randomly.
"I'm pretty sure there's a term for that, unfortunately Tony already took the title." Natasha replied.
"If you were, i'd honestly understand."
Natasha only hummed in response and returned to her previous activity on scribbling in her notepad. Well, she knew she was attractive of course. She had no doubt about that, but being physically attracted to herself sounded absurd. Not because she was insecure or any of that, rather how does one could be THAT self absorbed.
"Do you ever think about fucking yourself?"
Natasha almost choked in her own saliva at Wanda's rather absurd question. And to be quite honest, she should be used to it by now. Wanda could be quite... random. One of the many traits Natasha adores so much, but... maybe there are times where you shouldn't speak out your mind-
"I think the word for it is masturbating."
"No, I meant like... Having sex, with yourself. As in physically touching a clone of yourself." Wanda elaborated.
A small smile creeped onto Natasha's face. Wanda's absurdity was so weird yet so adorable at the same time. Natasha finally put down the notepad and puts her attention fully to the younger woman. "That mind of yours, little witch. Sometimes I don't understand why you're even asking any of these questions for..."
Wanda only rolled her eyes, her face was still representing Natasha. Christ, this is weird. "I'm just saying..." Wanda said in a low voice. Taking a step towards the bed, swaying her hips slightly. "Hypothetically, if you were to meet a clone of yourself, wouldn't you feel... something?" The seduction in her voice were present.
Well... the way she saw her own face smirking at her, Natasha had to admit. It was rather... sexy.
Wanda got closer and closer, crawling onto the bed to Natasha. Arching her back a little so her ass was up in the air. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "What are you trying to do?"
"My point being, you drive me crazy, Natasha Romanoff. With your eyes, your smirk, the way you present yourself in general." Wanda continued, still advancing towards her on the bed, almost like a cat. Soon enough, Wanda made herself comfortable on her lap, tilting her head a little as she looked down at Natasha. "Don't you think you'd feel some type of way if you ever met a clone of yourself?"
Natasha crane her neck upward to see herself, or more like a face of herself smirking down at her. Perhaps Wanda was onto something, Natasha's face had an aura that tug something within you. Yet, the spy was still not convinced. That may be her face, her smirk, however everything else was still Wanda.
Maybe because she was a spy so she was much more observant, that or she loves Wanda so much to the point where she knows every single little detail about her. The little head tilt that she always does, the nose crunch when she smiles, Natasha could go on and on.
Natasha then raised her hand and lets it rest on Wanda's cheek. "I already have the girl for that, detka."
A soft blush formed on Wanda's cheek, the smirk turned into a soft smile. Ugh god, I'm making a mental note not to blush like that. Looks cute on Wanda, but god forbid someone else caught me in that state.
A smirk formed on Natasha lips, her other hand grip Wanda's thigh slightly, causing the witch to hitch her breath. Natasha moved her hand to the back of Wanda's neck, pulling her down so she could whisper in her ear. "Now how about you let me see that girl, hmm?"
Within an instant, her face transformed to it's original state. Natasha smiled upon seeing the view she adores so much. She then pulled Wanda down, the two met halfway, sharing a soft loving kiss while embracing one another.
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Natasha had thought that her girlfriend's little hocus pocus would end there. However, the little witch was very much still adamant on reaching her goal. Which was to become the perfect Natasha clone.
Altering her appearance was easy, making it accurate was not so hard either.
"Hey babe, I think I finally got your tits right. Can you come over and have a feel to see if it's accurate?"
Natasha stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing the question at 9am in the morning. She had just gone back from her run to find Wanda standing in front of her mirror, with a different body, HER body to be precise. And also wearing her suit... The zipper was unzipped way lower than it should to be frank-
"Wouldn't you have a better opinion on that? After all, you're the one who's on the other end of the stick." Natasha teased after composing herself real quick.
"It's your body."
"Wanda, I don't exactly spend my time in front of a mirror all day." The witch then took another look in the mirror, her eyes almost looks like a prey as her hand trails up her body in a sexual manner, biting her lips as she gave her tits a firm grip.
The scene had Natasha swallowing the lump in her throat. That's when she felt... something in her stomach. What the fuck was that-
"Mmmm, the way I would record myself if I had this kind of body." Wanda husked out dreamily.
Natasha took in a shaky breath, which went unnoticed by the witch. "I love your body the way it is."
"Oh darling, I don't mean that in a self deprecating way. Don't you worry." The younger woman continues to admire her body, or Natasha's body in the mirror. Turning to the side and arching her back, running her hands along the curves seductively. "Keep watching, perv."
Wanda's words snapped the spy out of her trance, when her gaze returned to Wanda's green orbs, the witch was smirking slightly at her. Natasha only rub the bridged of her nose and mumbles some incoherent words in Russian.
"You can be honest."
"I'm going to the gym-"
"You just got back from a jog." Wanda stated.
"I need something to punch after dealing with..." Natasha made a movement with her right hand, indicating to the whole shapeshifting ordeal. Wanda only narrows her eyes in faux offense, Natasha then turns around and walked out of their room.
"You love me!" Wanda yelled out just before the door closes. Natasha merely rolls her eyes, yet a smile creeped up on her face. She really does...
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The most difficult part for Wanda was not to alter her appearance, rather how to mimic her girlfriend's demeanor and personality. Which was weird, wasn't it? As Natasha's lover, Wanda should be able to mimic her perfectly.
Perhaps there were a couple of reasons. One, she wasn't a trained spy or actor by any means. And two, Natasha had an... aura you could say, a confidence, the way she brought herself up. It wasn't something that anyone could copy.
Natasha strides into a room with her head held high, all attentions directed to her in an instant. When she speaks, no one dares to cut her off. The power she holds, the fire in her eyes, just everything about her that makes her Natasha-Fucking-Romanoff.
Maybe that's why the witch was so drawn to her. And to be completely honest, Wanda had no clue whatsoever on how she manages to bag the former assassin.
So for the past couple of days, Wanda did a complete observation of Natasha. Watching every moves that she makes, the way she speaks to others. The micro-expressions on her face, the way she sits, her composure, every-single-fucking-thing...
"Nat?"
Natasha turns around upon hearing her colleague.
"Rogers." Natasha responded promptly.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Steve asked, confusion written across his face. To which Natasha responded with equal confusion.
"Meaning?"
"I thought I just saw you... Never mind that." He approached her and makes himself a cup of coffee as well. Natasha had her back leaning against the counter. "How are you and Wanda?"
With that Natasha lets out a soft chuckle. "Interested in my love life, Rogers?"
"It's a harmless question." Steve responded with a kind smile.
"We're alright." Natasha said, trying to hide the tiny smile that's creeping up to her face at the thought of Wanda.
"I'm truly happy for you both." The two avengers drank their beverage in a comfortable silence. Despite all the dangerous mission they had to go through, moments like these are the ones they cherish the most. In the midst of all the chaos, it was nice to have a peace of mind once in a while.
After a few moments, Steve broke the silence once again. "Well, I should head out."
Natasha narrows her eyes in confusion. "Aren't you supposed to train Wanda this morning?"
"You just told me she was sick??"
"I didn't... Wanda is sick?" Concern flair up in her for a split second, I didn't even know...
"You tell me." Both Avengers were in confusion. "Nat, are you sick as well? You seems a little off today."
"Rogers, I assure you, I'm perfectly fine."
"Alright... Well, I hope Wanda a speed recovery. See you around, Nat." Steve said before walking past her while patting her shoulder.
What the fuck is going on??
Natasha opted to check up on her girlfriend, she strides to the direction of Wanda's room. The conversation she had with Steve was weird to say the least, however, being the spy that she is, she had an idea on what was going on. Just as she was about to knock on Wanda's door, a voice called out to her.
"Natasha." To hear herself, she wasn't that much surprised to say the least.
Natasha smirked, she knew Wanda was still hellbent on the whole shapeshifting thing.
"Trying to get yourself out of training I see."
"A day won't hurt anyone."
Natasha turns around to face... herself. She had to admit, this was very impressive. Wanda manages to get every curves of her body right, the color of her eyes, her hair, down to her signature smirk.
"You could've just told me, you know?" Natasha said in a slight teasing tone.
"I find this more exciting." Wanda said, taking a closer step towards her. This is really weird.
Natasha... out for words. Give her a break, how exactly does one reacts to this? Wanda had become the perfect clone. Natasha tried to say something, only to close her mouth again. With that, Wanda smiled teasingly.
"Cat got your tongue?" She said, while thumb reaching up to rest it self on Natasha's chin. The spy's breath hitched. Why the fuck-
"Don't flatter yourself."
Wanda let out a soft chuckle, "So defensive, Detka." Fuck, is this how Wanda feels every time?
"How long are you planning to keep this going, hmm?"
Wanda only lean closer, her breath ghosting on Natasha's lips. "I'm not entirely sure..." The witch's eyes subtly glanced down to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Until it bores me." With one last smirk, Wanda pulled away and walked to a different direction.
Natasha lets out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. To see herself, acting the way she did awakened something in her. Natasha wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that fact...
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The rest of the day was... interesting to say the least. Wanda spent the entire day, posing as her. However, the witch wasn't out and about to wreak havoc. Meaning she wasn't out there to spread rumors as Natasha, or completely re-writing Natasha's well known reputation.
No, no... It was much worse than that.
She was constantly teasing, and flirting with Natasha AS Natasha. Which the spy couldn't decided if she would have prefer the former or the latter.
Wanda was getting bolder each minutes as well. It started off as just having a rather seductive conversation with her, then she started stretching and bending her body in sexual manners, then she started brushing her hand and whispering things in her ears. It frustrated the spy, one because it turns her on in a way that made her feel weird about herself. And two, she may or may not feel slightly hypocritical, as she often does this to rile up Wanda.
"I think I'm starting to understand." Natasha felt a hand encircling her waist, her voice whispering on her right ear. Natasha looked up from the bathroom sink, the reflection caused her to hitch her breath. Wanda smirked as she rest her head on the spy's shoulder.
"Understand what, exactly?"
"Why you do what you do..." Wanda husked out. Pulling Natasha closer by the waist and flushing their bodies completely. "Why you tease me so relentlessly..." Natasha lets in a shaky breath the moment she watches the scene unfold in front of her eyes. Wanda kisses her shoulder, before slowly trailing it up to her neck.
"Wands..." Natasha breathed out, her mind was starting to get hazy. Her eyes flutter slightly, she couldn't help but to crane her neck a little to give Wanda better access.
"To have someone submit to you so easily..." Wanda started to nibble her earlobe, Natasha couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her throat. Which caused Wanda to chuckle.
For fuck sake, why am I feeling like this?
"The power you have against me, Natasha Romanoff." Wanda husked out again. With one swift movement, Wanda spun her around to face her. Natasha could feel her breath against hers. The spy's eyes shifted just for a split second, Wanda's lips pulled into a devilish smile the moment Natasha was caught red handed. "Go on. I won't blame you."
Natasha took in a sharp breath, yet she couldn't seem to rack up any words.
"Don't be afraid, Natasha." Wanda purred, leaning ever so close their lips were mere inches apart. Natasha didn't knew what's gotten into her. Was it the way she acted? Her voice? Her mannerism?
She knew she was good at what she does, hence why all of her targets gave in whenever she used seduction. But to have experienced it herself was something she would've never imagined happening. Was it weird? Perhaps.
But by god does her lips move so well against her...
The way she took control, just how the spy always does. The way her hands know exactly where she wanted to held. The way her tongue teases her lips, causing Natasha to subconsciously part hers letting Wanda gain access.
Their mouth moved in a perfect tandem. Natasha moaned against her, arching her body in a way she normally never does. Almost submitting herself...
She broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, then down to her neck. Natasha's breathing was getting heavier and heavier on every kiss, her knees felt wobbly. She wrapped an arm round Wanda's shoulders for support.
"You feel the effect you have on me?"
She lets her hand roam down to Natasha's thigh, giving in a firm grip while her mouth continued its way down Natasha's neck. The action was causing Natasha to let out a breathy moan. As her mouth explored Natasha's neck, searching for a sweet spot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
"Ah... I see why you like this angle. Why you love to fuck me in this exact position." She smirked at her own reflection, Natasha's back facing the mirror. She trailed her hand up Natasha's spine from under the muscle tee. Fuck, even Wanda is so turned on by the sight...
She then pushed her leg between Natasha's thighs, eliciting a delicious moan from the redhead and something she did not expected to hear, "Natalia..."
Both women snapped out of their trance.
The witch pulled back to look at Natasha in the eye. The spy was shocked at her own words. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I-"
But Natasha was shushed, a smirk creeping onto her partner's lip. "What did you just call me?"
Natasha clenched her jaw, "Wanda-"
"No." She responded firmly. Her finger reached up to force Natasha to look at her in the eye. "I won't ask you again, Malyshka." The amount of dominance in her voice made Natasha weak in the knees. The spy didn't know why, but all she wanted to do was to oblige.
"Natalia..."
"Good girl."
Oh fuck- Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She crashed her lips onto Natasha, with one swift movement Natalia had picked her up to sit on the counter top. Making the older one gasp and moaned against her. Natalia tugged on the muscle tee she was wearing, the older one took off her shirt with so much difficulty as she refused to part their lips for more than a second.
Natalia lets her hand roamed the newly exposed skin. Running her hand up her strong muscular back, gently digging her nails causing Natasha to hiss and arch her back. "Oh god-" She groaned. Natasha puts her hand on her chin to force Natalia to look at her. "Take me to bed." The spy demanded.
The clone merely raised her eyebrow, Wanda had to hold herself as she was so used to obeying Natasha's words. But not this time. "You know better on how to use your words, Detka."
Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, one last breath she let out a very soft. "Please..."
A devilish smirk crepped up on Natalia's lip, "Say it again. Full sentence."
"Please, take me to bed, Natalia..."
Delighted, the clone crashed their lips once again and swiftly pick her up. Natasha naturally wraps her legs around her, her right hand on her shoulder for balance while her left remain on Natalia's cheek.
The kiss gets progressively messy as Natalia carry her to their bed. With the lack of space between them, she could feel Natasha's growing arousal on her abs. The spy even tightens her legs around and subtly moving her hips. Christ, since when did Natasha get so needy?
Once Natasha was laying on her back, Natalia pulled back to take off her shirt. Natasha watches the scene, practically drooling at the mouth. The clone wasted no time in locking their lips once again, positioning herself between Natasha's legs and grinding her abs against her core.
"Ahh... F-fuck..." A pathetic whine escaped the spy's throat. Something that never had happened before.
Natasha's panting and moaning filled the room, it was music to Natalia's ears. Painting the older ones neck and collarbone with purple markings, now she understands why Natasha always leaves so much of those. To mark her territory, show off to everybody what is rightfully hers. The two continues to undress each other, revealing more and more skin each time. Natalia pulled back to take in the view.
The sight of the infamous Black Widow, now naked underneath her, squirming under her touches, by god Wanda wanted to engrave the sight on her mind.
Over the course of their relationship, Natasha took charge most of the time, well... all the time actually. However, it wasn't because she forbid Wanda to take charge, no. But rather Wanda found herself incapable of doing anything else other than to obey her. She never understood why, until now that is.
The power she has, the seduction in her voice, the aura that just makes someone follow you like a blind dog willingly.
"Look how pathetic you are..." Natalia husked out while playing with her tits. Natasha's bottom lip trembles, desperately holding back the needy whine that's threatening to escape her throat. Still trying so hard to keep her 'dignity' even after the numerous slip ups a few minutes ago. "You don't have to hold back, Detka."
Natalia slowly kisses her way down to her stomach, Natasha's breath hitch as she closes her eyes, her legs subconciously spread wider.
"Look at me." Natalia demanded. When Natasha opens her eyes again and look down, the clone was smirking up at her. "Don't you want to see how good you look?"
Natalia stick out her tongue, dragging down from her stomach then all the way to her inner thigh.
"This part is my favorite to watch..." Natalia husked out as she makes herself comfortable between Natasha's thighs. Kissing and lightly biting the inner parts, getting dangerously close to her core only to pull away, causing Natasha to grip the bedsheets like her life depends on it as she watches the scene unfold.
"Please..." Natasha breathed out.
Natalia smirked. Christ, that devilish smirk. "I'll do it exactly the you do."
And by god does Natasha finally understands what she means.
Head thrown back, toe curling, sheets gripped tight as Natalia lapped her up like a starved animal. Natasha's moans were music to her ears. Natalia swore the sight itself could make her come without the need of touching herself. The feeling of Natasha grabbing a handful of her hair was enough to make her head spin, causing Natalia to moan against her core.
The action only pushed Natasha closer to the edge. "Oh fuck-"
She was close, it was almost so pathetic how quickly she got to lose herself. As Natalia kept sucking and twirling her tongue on her aching bud, the knot on her stomach was threatening to snap.
Yet, she couldn't?
She knew she was practically gliding along the edge. What exactly is stopping her?
Natalia was too pre-occupied to notice Natasha hesitancy. The spy whined and whined like a pathetic mutt as she wanted nothing more than her release. But it never came.
"S-stop, stop, please..." Natasha whimpered.
Natalia froze and pulled away, immediately hovering closer to Natasha's face. Looking at her with so much concern and fear. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Natasha shook her head, there was tears in her eyes. Yet, not out of pain, out of frustration. Which Wanda picked it up as though she had hurt Natasha. Her heart ached as she thought of the damage she might've caused. Luckily, Natasha was quick to straighten things out.
"No, detka. It's not you, I just-" Natasha couldn't understand, what's happening to me?
Natalia, reached up to cup her face. Causing the two to lock eyes. Oh... Maybe that's why... "Talk to me." Natalia said gently.
"I want you..." Natasha breathed out.
"Are you sure you can continue?" Natasha nodded, the hand that was initially on her face slowly and gently trailed down again. "I'll be gentle, I promise."
But Natasha halted her hand before it could go further. "Not like this." Natalia tilted her head in confusion. "I meant- You, Wanda, I want you..."
Realization hits her like a brick. Without missing beat, Natasha finally stared back at the woman she loves, Wanda Maximoff...
As much as she enjoyed the whole role play and that it turned her on in many ways. The act of release was.... something she found rather sacred?
Perhaps for better term, her body only naturally wanted to let go for Wanda. She made Natasha feel safe, like she could let down her guard. Like she could demolish the wall she had built around herself for so many years.
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda....
"I love you." Natasha whispered, her hand wrapped around the witch's shoulder. Staring deeply into her green eyes, oh those eyes...
"I didn't mean to hurt you-"
"You didn't." The redhead said firmly, pulling Wanda closer so she could rest their foreheads together. "But I wanted it to be you, only you..."
Wanda nodded, her hand trailed down again to her aching core. Natasha's breath gets heavier with anticipation. It started slow, as Wanda had to build her up once more. She leaned down capturing Natasha in a soft kiss while her hand did their magic.
"Just like that. Ah- Wanda..." Fuck, the witch loved their previous role play, but hearing her own name was so much better.
"You're doing so well for me, detka." Wanda whispered as she picked up the pace. Natasha's breath hot against her face as the spy yearned for their close proximity. Wanda then started kissing her jaw, her neck, then up to a spot just below her ear. "I love you so much, Natasha."
The redhead felt a surge of arousal in her stomach, this moment was so intimate. In a sense, she felt so safe, so loved, so well taken care of. She loves her, she loves her, by god she loves her...
"Wanda, f-fuck. I'm so close...." Natasha moaned.
"I got you, baby." The knot in her stomach tightens as it's threatening to snap at any given seconds. Natasha chants her name like a prayer, begging for her to go faster so she could have the release she so desired. And Wanda wants nothing more than to fulfill her needs.
"Wanda... Wan- oh fuck!" Finally, it snapped. Natasha hid her face on Wanda's neck, still holding her close as the witch helps her through her orgasm. They've had much more exciting sex of course, but this moment... this wasn't just sex. It was making love.
The realization that Natasha only felt safe enough to let go is for Wanda. That wasn't something Wanda was going to take lightly.
Natasha's breathing eventually evened out. They pulled away to gaze into another, though it seems like there was a soft blush on Natasha's face. Wanda couldn't help but to smile, it was so adorable to see the big strong Black Widow blushing like so.
"You're so cute." Wanda teased, leaning down to kiss her nose.
Natasha only scrunched her nose, but a small smile creeped onto her lips. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I should return the favor..." Natasha husked out.
Wanda bit her lip, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."
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Wanda entered the gym with a yawn, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She looked rather adorable still in her pajamas. Natasha noticed her and gave her a soft smile.
"You should be in training, witchy." Sam grumbles as he does more push ups, courtesy of Nat of course.
"Don't make me add another 100, Sam." Natasha replied.
"This ain't fair! You can't just give out special treatments just cause she's your girlfriend."
"You know what? Fair enough, just for that you get 200."
Sam cursed under his breath, "Go fuck yourself, Romanoff."
Instant flashbacks for the spy, yet she quickly shook it off before anyone else at the gym notices. However, she locked eyes with Wanda who raised her eyebrows teasingly.
'Don't...' Natasha mouthed.
Wanda only sipped her tea, while maintaining eye contact. It had a glints of mischief in them.
Damn this woman...
Whoooo, ok so i had this WIP for like weeks. And I'm the type of person who gets overwhelmed when one thing isn't done, so I'm gonna post this so i don't have the weight of it in my head for these college essays :')
I'm sorry that I'm gonna have to postpone all request until further notice, anyway hope you guys liked it! Also I hope the whole thing wasn't confusing, i tried my best to describe Wanda as Natasha XD I think I could've done better but with everything my head was elsewheree, anyhow enjoy!
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Firstly: get dunk'd, transphobe.
Secondly, nice source, dipshit:
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I have to do everything, don't I?
Let's talk about this source before we even read this article, because it shows how poor your rhetorical analysis skills are - or how unwilling you are to practice those skills, or perhaps just how willing you are to ally yourself with racist, nationalist, far-right reactionaries if they also happen to be transphobic.
Wings Over Scotland is a far-right, nationalist, reactionary blog run by Scottish "video game journalist" Stuart Campbell. It is not an unbiased news website - it's some dude's personal blog, and he created it because he hated that mainstream news in Scotland wasn't spreading the far-right rhetoric he wished it would.
And this is what you used as a "source". Fucking laughable.
Now let's get into the actual blog post. I refuse to call it a "news article", because it's not. This one was written by a nobody named "Mar Vickers". At the bottom of the article, Stuart claims Mar has "extensive experience in equality law". I can't seem to find any indication Mar is some sort of lawyer or scholar; all I can find is a link to his twitter - sorry, I mean his "X":
https://twitter.com/mar2vickers
You can tell this is the same Mar based on the content of his tweets. He's also transphobic garbage, surprise surprise. He has a backup account on "gettr", because it seems like his twitter gets suspended frequently - which says a lot. Gettr is a clone of twitter that caters to right wingers who get suspended and banned on Twitter for constantly violating its hate speech policies. So. You know. Though these days, X is the safe-haven for far-right reactionaries, so honestly that's a red flag period.
As a summary: Mar doesn't understand surveys or their limits, he doesn't define what a "sex crime" is, he doesn't know what the Rorschach test is, and he's bad at math. He plays with numbers like he's some sort of population statistician, which he's not. He draws conclusions that are completely nonsense, because he's not asking the relevant questions.
Basically, he states that over the past few years, the ratio of trans women in jail for sex crimes to compared to the general population of trans woman is now higher than the ratio of cis men in jail for sex crimes compared to the general population of cis men. Ok, but why did these numbers change? He doesn't ask why. He just assumes these trends are natural and reflect the behavior of cis men and trans women, rather than the increased transphobia in England and Wales that he and his buddy Stuart have been fueling.
I absolutely don't doubt that trans women are incarcerated for "sex crimes" (which he never defines of course) at a higher rate per population than cis men. It's the same reason people of color are incarcerated more per population: bigotry. "Wow, this population of people who society hates sure gets sent to jail a lot. That's probably a reflection of their true nature, and not a reflection on society at large!"
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one-night-story · 2 months
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I Don't Know You, But I Would Love to Meet You (Jack Hughes)
a/n: I wanted to get this not under the wire, but I can't help but feel like it a little? Which, sorry about that. this is for @writingonleaves by way of @wyattjohnston 's annual winter fic exchange! I hope you enjoy it! this was as always a fun challenge to write. title is from "We Should Be Friends" by Josh Ramsay, which is v cute. (also it's so long oh jeez)
There’s probably a certain age when you’re fairly certain you’re “too old” to be waking up on strangers couches with little memory of A) who’s couch you ended up on and B) how exactly you got there.
I don’t think I’ve quite hit that age yet, so I think I’m in the clear for the understandable confusion I woke up with as the morning sun streamed in from the floor to ceiling windows. 
Shit, not only was I in an unfamiliar apartment, whoever was renting the place was clearly richer than my blood. 
Good news: my phone was on the coffee table and attached to a charger, so whoever I’d crashed with was a benevolent host, which boded well for my continued situation. I checked my texts and it seems last night me had been coherent and just exhausted, seeing as I remembered to text my roommate that I wasn’t coming home saying I was crashing “with friends” and that I’d text her when I got back on campus. 
Huh, promising.
It at least meant she wouldn’t send out a search party consisting of our friend group, their friends, and the National Guard. All incredibly good things for my continued health and existence. 
Now, to figure out who’s apartment I’d just woken up in. 
Carefully, I stretched out my legs and shifted the blankets onto my lap when I realized I at the very least had the sense to not try and sleep in jeans but had left my “nice enough to go out” t-shirt on, and scanned the area. A couple of photos on the wall of a relatively decent sized family, siblings at the bare minimum as they popped up in several photos. Rich, but a bachelor as no one with any interior design sense had popped by to huck a colored throw pillow into the mix, and that was assuming their lease didn’t allow for wall color changes. 
Honestly, I was coming up empty. 
None of my friends were this rich, hell if they were I feel like it would’ve come up way sooner, not to mention why the hell would they bother commuting to campus when they probably could leverage online classes and still come out with a degree. 
I was just about to fashion enough of a blanket skirt to at least try and find my pants so I could start rifling through a mail stack when there was creaking coming from down the hall. Well, maybe I’d have an answer soon enough. I readjusted the blanket a little so I could look over from where I thought the creaking was coming from and was greeted by… okay calling it a familiar face might’ve been a stretch, but so would the text to my roommate saying I was staying with a friend, so somehow that was two birds with one stone. 
I did recognize him, which was an improvement over my worst fear, he was a friend of a friend of a brother of a friend. Which put me at four degrees of separation, and raised my “why the fuck did I crash here” hackles, but the fact that I was on a couch and not in someone’s bed felt safe, even if it wasn’t all there yet. 
He didn’t seem to be fully coherent yet, as he rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his, admittedly very pretty, hair so I tried to hold back a large laugh when he startled at seeing me sitting on his couch.
“Hi,” I said with a sheepish wave. “Sorry, I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” I remarked. What I really needed to do was find out where the hell half-dead me had hucked my pants so I could tug them back on and then make a beeline to the nearest train station to get home.
“‘S fine, just… uh… shit, there’s no like… good way of asking this,” he mulled over.
“It’s okay, I don’t quite remember your name either,” I said, saving him the embarrassment. He laughed, and it was goofy and light, which was way too endearing for… shit did that microwave clock say 9:30 in the morning? I couldn’t help but join in with a chuckle of my own. 
“Oh thank god,” he said once he stopped most of the laughter, “I didn’t want to seem like a complete asshole, but also there was no way I was going to remember it after last night.” He added.
“Yeah, I don’t remember much either, and I don’t even think I drank that much?” I said with just a dash of question in my tone, he nodded once.
“You didn’t, but I think you mentioned that you didn’t want to risk taking the train back so late.” He said. “I offered to let you crash here when you refused to let someone pay for a hotel.”
Yeah, that sure did sound like me.
“Well, thank you, I’m Sadie,” I said, and as soon as I did, he brightened like he suddenly did remember and just needed the metaphorical kick in the brainstem. 
“Yes! Okay, see I thought it’d be in there,” he said with another chuckle. “I usually at least try to learn the names of the girls I bring home.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the way he chose to phrase it and even more when he very clearly winced realizing how it sounded.
“We’ll chop it up to “lack of coffee” and call no hard feelings, sound fair?” I proposed as an even solution to our silly little predicament. 
“Fair, I’m Jack by the way.” he said as he came over to the couch and offered up his hand. “Nice to actually meet you Sadie,” he said. 
“Nice to meet you too,” I said with a chuckle as I shook his hand with a bit of teasing vigor. 
“Can I at least offer you breakfast before you sneak out in the middle of the morning?” He asked while still holding onto my hand. I thought it over, and remembered the time, and figured that… yeah I could probably stand to be held up for coffee and a minimal breakfast before jumping on the train. 
“Yeah, if it’s not —“
“Don’t worry about it,” Jack was quick to cut me off. He let go of my hand and wandered back over to the kitchen and I was quick to try and figure out where the hell I’d put my pants so I wasn’t having to talk across the apartment and be perceived as rude on top of whatever else one could make assumptions about a girl who’d crashed on the couch of a guy she barely knew. After being assured that the blanket was carefully tucked around me I leaned down to check under the couch and was relieved when I found them sticking out. I carefully maneuvered my body so that I could reach under the couch, grab them and carefully bend back up onto the couch so I could put them on under the blanket. When I eventually sat back up and stood. Jack was looking at me with a look of bemusement. 
“Were you…”
“No, last night me wanted to not sleep in jeans. So I must’ve haphazardly hucked them off.”
“And you managed to get them on… without getting up from under the blanket?”
“Old trick from summer camp. Trust me, you haven’t even seen half of it.” I could get dressed pretty entirely without getting up from under the covers. When Jack still looked amused I chuckled and finished walking over to where he was in the kitchen. “What? Upstate New York gets cold in the morning in the summer.” I remarked. Jack fully laughed and again, I couldn’t help but join in.
“Oh I know, I guess I’m just used to living in houses with heating too.” He said. I simply shrugged, low tech summer camps, what could you do? I watched as Jack maneuvered around his kitchen to get the coffee going from the cautious spot of his breakfast bar, trying to not take up too much space or get in the way, no one likes multiple people in a kitchen at once, it was practically a fact. “I only have milk and sugar, I hope that’s okay?”
“It’ll be fine, I’m hardly in a position to be picky,” I said as I tried to focus on something that wasn’t the way Jack’s hair was falling that made him seem… softer? than just my brain’s logical, knee jerk reaction of him being “just some guy”. I mean, of all the people that my sleep addled brain could remember, I definitely remember that Jack was one of the better looking ones. I could feel my fingers wanting to pick at my nails and the social morays of it all was pretty much the only thing holding me back from doing so. I wanted to say something, anything, pretend for one morning that I was good at socializing. The fact that I’d managed to get through last night with enough grace and charm that I had managed to score a place to crash after the friend of a friend I came with ditched me to hook up with on of the myriad of white boys that were there that night meant this morning I was praying I had enough left to at least make it through coffee.
Jack set the Keurig off to do its thing and rifled through the cupboards to try and find… something. Honestly, while I was hoping for cereal, I would’ve settled for toast, when I heard him curse someone under his breath and went over to the fridge.
“Shit.” He muttered.
“Roommate eat you out of house and home?” I said taking a shot in the dark. Jack looked over, remembering he was making coffee for two and gave me a look that read as though I’d gotten it in one. He padded back over to the breakfast bar and leaned in conspiratorially, something I couldn’t help but meet him halfway about.
“So… I might’ve lied about breakfast. My brother was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday after practice and it looks like he forgot.” I chuckled and opened my mouth to assure him that really, it was fine, thanks for even offering, I’ll just go; but he pressed on, “there’s a spot around the corner that does… probably better than I ever could and that includes the coffee. If you want, I could… take you there?” He proposed. 
On the one hand, that was incredibly sweet and his smile was very much continuing my brain’s belief of him being endearing. Not to mention I love a good brunch spot as much as the next girly and that included a good little diner.
On the other hand, I felt gross being in yesterday’s clothes and I didn’t want to impede Jack’s ability to get on with his day. That, and the somewhat social expectation to turn down anything offered with you without an obvious way to pay back. We weren’t really friends, and we weren’t dating, so what the hell could I even do? My obvious gut reaction was to reject it, to chop it up to the fact that really, he was just being polite and there was no real reason to go with him. But then I snuck another glance at him, a little open and earnest and maybe the offer was just a genuine “let me be a good host in spite of the fact that my roommate is making that a challenge.”
“One condition,” I said and Jack nodded, “you mind if I borrow your shower? I feel super gross,” I said and Jack immediately nodded.
“Yeah, course, I’ll get you a new shirt if ya need.” He was quick to add. I smiled and thanked him as he pointed me toward where the bathroom was. It was very clear a bachelor’s bathroom, but at least they had more than one bottle of soap. So… small victories.
I was quick to wash up and thankful for the t-shirt left precariously balancing on the bathroom island that fully suggested it’d been put there without someone looking. Changing was just as fast and I came back out feeling a little less like death. I grabbed my phone and my bag from the end of the couch (ungracefully shoving my t-shirt from last night in) and met Jack where he was by the door. 
The trip to ground level was mostly quiet, with both of us seemingly trying to pick and choose what to say about all of this. I didn’t want to put any sort of anything on it, hell, I was prepared to pay should need be and blow the rest of my fun money budget for the month. 
And Jack hadn’t been lying when he said the place had been around the corner as, sure enough, the glass faced front of a quaint brunch place, Edison light bulbs and all, was in front of us. For a late Saturday morning, it wasn’t horrendous by any means. I predicted a twenty minute wait without reservations, but I was willing to be surprised. Jack got the door for me and I muttered a quiet thank you as we walked in. The front area was small so I suspected that this was probably a strict “reservation or get lucky on a walk in” place. I snuck a glance at Jack, but he didn’t seem to be fazed by any of it as he made his way over to the hostess and they had a quick exchange before menus were being grabbed and we were being led to a quiet little back booth, out of sight of the main windows. The hostess gave her usual spiel about the menus and our waiter being over in a few and we both thanked her for her time. As she left I finally looked over at Jack.
“What?”
“Does the owner owe you money or something?”
“No, but he is a fan,” he said. That made me tilt my head slightly but I was quick to shake it off. “Relax, I made reservations while you were showering. Got lucky that they had a last minute cancellation.” He said. Yeah, that seemed reasonable all things considered, so I let the topic drop and gave the menu a scan. There wasn’t a lot that didn’t appeal to me, so that was a good sign. 
“Got any recommendations?” I asked as Jack fidgeted with his fork.
“Oh, uh… the pancakes are pretty killer. And my brother swears by their waffles. But pretty much everything’s good.” He said. I nodded and adjusted my own silverware as our waiter came over and poured water. While I was of the firm belief that brunch didn’t count as brunch without mimosas, I just ordered coffee with some of their fancier fixings. We asked for a bit more time with the menus and our waiter agreed to come back with the coffee. We fell into a silence, not quite awkward but nowhere near comfortable, and I settled on biting the bullet first.
“So why New Jersey?” I asked.
“Why New Jersey?”
“Yeah, you don’t seem like you’re from around here so why’d you move to New Jersey?”
“Work,” he answered simply. My memory of the previous night was still a swirling mess of exhaustion and bright lights and a smidge too much noise, but I think I remembered that those at the table who hadn’t been with my acquaintance group were coworkers. Must be a tight knit workplace. “You?”
“School, got a scholarship.”
“What for?”
“Creative writing, not the flashiest of degrees, but it’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” I replied. 
“Working on the next Great American Novel, then?” He asked and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ah, maybe. Right now I’m fighting to try and keep my voice while meeting every professors’ wildly different expectations. It’s a… hassle.” I said. The conversation spiraled from there, breaking to order brunch, but otherwise swapping stories about his family and my schooling. What could I say, I had an odd high school experience, even by American Public School standards, and eventful friends.
By the time food came out, we’d eased up the tension by a couple points, and I only felt sort of bad when my phone vibrated insistently in my pocket. I made a gesture asking if it was chill if I got it and he nodded. I fished it out of my pocket and scanned the notification. Multiple texts from Anna, the friend I was supposed to travel home with last night, as it seems she’d finally woken up from her adventures last night. Most of them were standard, if sweet, a “did you get home”, a “sorry for ditching you”, and then finally “oh holy shit this guy is rich rich”. It was funny, and I was just about to put my phone away when I saw the last text come in.
what kind of rich as hell guy has a two bedroom? Shit, did i sleep with a married guy?
That finally got me to audibly laugh and Jack raised his eyebrow, “The friend I was supposed to get back to campus with, she just woke up and is questioning if she just became the other woman.”
“Nah, none of the guys out last night were married. What’d she look like?” He asked.
“Blonde, dark eyeliner, wearing the purple tank top,” I said. Jack then stifled a laugh.
“Ask her if the guy she went home with had poorly taken care of curls,” he said offhandedly. I did and set my phone on the table as I continued eating my brunch.
A couple minutes later my phone lit up with a notification.
yeah, that is *oddly* specific, how did you know?
“Yeah he is,”
“Oh my god,”
“What?”
“She’s at my place.”
“You’re kidding,”
“She went home with my brother, you’ve been in the same place all night,” he said and I couldn’t help but nearly double over as I started laughing. The entire reason I’d crashed was because she had ditched me and now it turns out we’d been in the same apartment the whole night.
“Oh that’s so fucking funny,” I said once I could breathe again. I shot off a text to Anna.
I’m still downtown, I’ll meet you at the train station in a half hour if you want?
deal.
I finally put my phone back in my pocket and we finished up brunch with a companionable edge. By the time the waiter came back to clear our dishes we were getting close to having to negotiate the bill.
“So…” I started to say.
“I’m paying,”
“You didn’t even—“
“I was never gonna let you pay, my mom raised me better than that.” He said. 
“At least let me cover for my coffee?”
“Sadie, don’t worry about it,” he said with a tone that got me to drop it. Like I wasn’t going to be able to win this no matter how I negotiated it. As the waiter came back with the bill and Jack handed over his card I said a quiet thanks which got a grin out of him. Brain, pick a struggle, we cannot be enamored by this boy after waking up on his couch in a first meeting we can barely remember. He finished paying and we got up to leave and I did my best to keep my internal argument off my face as we did.
I managed to make it to the street corner before I was willing to confront the fact that I had to actually leave and go back to campus, and Jack had to… wait. Hang on. 
The coffee had started to kick in and things were finally lining up. I knew I had to have gotten into school for some reason right?
“Oh shit,”
“What?” He asked with a tilt of his head and okay fine I’ll admit it brain he’s cute, but the realizations that my brain was finally having made it so that this was never going to happen again.
“You’re a Devils player,” I said as I smacked my own forehead and Jack started laughing. 
“You only just figured that out?”
“Leave me alone, I haven’t had a full night's sleep in like a week,” I joked, still covering my face a little. Jack carefully moved me out of foot traffic and gently pulled my hands away from my face.
“Is that a deal breaker?” He asked.
“What?”
“Me being a hockey player?”
“What, why?”
“Well, I thought that went well all things considered and I was gonna ask for your number to hopefully do dinner sometime.” He said with a soft smile, letting his hand fall into mine. I thought it over, between the fact that he was indeed cute, that he was nice, and funny, and asking with such an expression that seemed that, if he wasn’t trying to convince me he was cool and at least a little normal, he’d be rocking on his heels about; and the mere fact that he took me out to brunch after offering to let me crash on his couch. It was pretty much enough in the category of good signs that I was inclined to say:
“It’s not a deal breaker,” and he grinned a little wider, “besides I was going to ask for your number anyway. I have to get your shirt back somehow.” I chuckled.
“Ah, keep it, I can always buy a new one.” He joked. I passed over my phone and he put his contact in before quickly texting himself and passing it back. I chuckled at his contact photo, a terribly taken close up of him, and saw that I had a text from Anna that she was at the station already.
“I guess I’ll talk to you to figure out scheduling?” I proposed with just a hint of awkwardness. 
“Yeah, I gotta check with my brother about some things and what have you.” 
“Okay,” I said with a little chuckle of disbelief. “Thanks for brunch, by the way.” I said.
“Thank you for agreeing and not sneaking out in the middle of the morning,” he replied with a bit of a chuckle that lit up his face. There was no good way to leave this, with a promise of something stronger, but still uneasy about what one's dynamic is in the now, “can I give you a hug?” He asked.
Oh thank god.
“Yeah, yes,” I said with a stumbled out laugh as he matched it before giving me a friendly “see you around” style hug. We parted with a half wave and I started making my way back to the train station.
I made it with a bit of a light jog as Anna dragged me in the direction of the platform so we could catch the train just pulling into the station. We quickly collapsed into seats before she finally turned to me.
“So… who's this?” She asked tugging on the sleeve of the clearly borrowed t-shirt.
“The guy who’s couch I crashed on last night. I made a comment about feeling gross about being in last night's clothes that he lent me a t-shirt.” Lent, gave, I wasn’t certain I wanted to broach that topic with Anna yet. Roommate first, acquaintances second. “How ‘bout you? Did you at least get coffee?”
“Yeah, he made a comment about his roommate being out so we ordered breakfast at his place, he was so nice.” She gushed. I watched as the realization crossed her face, “wait you said you’d tell me how you knew what he looked like when we met up,” she lightly wacked my arm with the back of her hand, “spill.”
I laughed and rubbed the back of my neck, “I was at breakfast with his roommate. Also known as his brother.” I said.
“Shut up! No fucking way,” she said with a laugh. We were getting looks from a few commuters in our immediate area and I tried to quiet her down. “That’s too funny,” she said in a slightly quieter tone. “Are you seeing him again?”
“Are you?” I countered.
“Maybe, he gave me his number, but I’m not certain.” She said, “Now tell me you coward,”
“Maybe,” I countered and she groaned at my dramatics.
“Insufferable, you fink.” She joked. I grinned a little as we continued some small talk before I agreed to let her rest on my shoulder until we got to the campus’ stop. 
I fished my phone out and figured that I should probably try and organize a date huh?
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intimacyequalsdeath · 6 months
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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 13: Hellboy (Pumpkin Spice)
Friday the 13 in October no less! Happy 13th of Fictober besties as always I hope you've all been enjoying these fics especially this weeks smutty fics and I hope your excited for more festivities in the next couple weeks of Fictober.
Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, Spice and everything nice. No specific pronouns or descriptions are used though the reader does work as an exotic dancer.
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"You said you were ok with it! you knew what I did for work before we got together Red. Why the hell is it a problem now?" You slammed open the door to your dressing room as he followed behind you into the room.
Red had just recently got back from a mission and had come to see you at the club you worked as a dancer at. Something he always did when he got back except this time he had a stick up his ass.
"Well yeah things change toots, Especially when I show up and see all these other men drooling over you" You rolled your eyes.
"Red I tell you all the time, those guys don't matter. I just need their money you're the only one that matters to me" You understood he was jealous but you didn't understand what his issue was.
You watched as he huffed some more and briefly paced the room before sitting on the old faux leather couch you had put in the corner specifically for him to come and visit you at the club. You went and sat next to him, forgetting that you had come back to your dressing room to changed out of your skimpy attire and into street clothes.
"What's wrong red? I can't fix anything if you don't talk to me" You ran your hand up and down his arm trying to coax him to talk.
"All those men out there that aren't well ya know" He said softly
"They aren't want honey?"
"They aren't like me, their normal" He said. You're heart broke.
"Baby, You are normal, You're my normal. You're everything I could've ever hoped to find in a man. I don't care about all those rich dicks out there. The only man in the entire world I care about is you."
You watched as Hellboy processed your words, His face not giving anything away quite yet as he thought for a moment. Your eyes met his and you offered him a smile he couldn't help but to grin himself before looking away bashfully.
"You mean it?" He asked almost a playful tone to his voice.
"Of course I do. I fucking love you, plus no one can handle me like you can baby" You moved into his laps running your hands up and down his chest as you lost yourself into his eyes.
"Hey I'm sorry baby I uh, I guess I just got into my own head again" He told you, wrapping his giant arms around your waist.
"It's ok my love, I understand" You told him, pressing kisses to his face then his lips.
Your arms went around his neck as he took over the kiss. You pulled away a bit so he could fully take in your outfit choice for the night, It was a barley there number with accents in a particular color that resembled your demon boyfriend.
"Do you like my outfit baby?" You asked him playfully. He grinned.
"Course I do, red looks real good on you ya know" You both laughed.
"Ya know I'm kinda partial to red myself" His hands moved up to the zipper in the back of the outfit to take it off of you.
"Really? and why's that?"
"I don't know honestly, I've just always really liked it" He moved the fabric down your body as you started running your hands down his again.
He let the fabric drop to the floor when he finally had it completely off you, His hands made their way back to your waist working their way up to your chest as he slid his fingers over your nipples as he took in your bare form. It wasn't anything new to him obviously but he always liked to take you in like a fine art painting that he was seeing for the first time.
"You know Red I'm feeling a bit underdressed here" You said nodding to the fact that he was still fully clothed. He smirked at you and allowed you to work his shirt over his head before unbuckling his pants.
Once his pants were down, His cock sprang free smacking against his stomach. Precum already leaking out of the top of it before you had even touched anything.
You took his cock into your hand giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as always giving you time to adjust to his size as obviously his dick much like everything else about him is huge. Once you had adjusted to his size you gave him the go ahead by beginning to slowly bounce up and down.
He chucked at your eagerness before thrusting hard up into you before you could come back down on top of him. You gasped at the feeling of him all the way inside you, you reveled in how full he always made you feel. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you stopped for a minute just to feel him completely.
Hellboy made no move to continue to thrust so you could tell he liked the feeling of being inside you too. You put your hands behind your legs onto to his knees allowing yourself to lean back for a new angle.
"Red please, Fuck me" You pleaded breathlessly.
"What good manners you have for daddy huh?" He teased before fulfilling exactly what you wanted.
You could feel as your mixing juices were sliding down your thighs making both your laps a mess. The only sound echoing through the room other then your moans and his grunts was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked up into you making a mess of the both of you.
He brought a giant hand up to gently wrap it around your neck. Using this as leverage he began slamming you onto his cock by your neck, his other hand holding you behind your back to keep you steady.
"Red I- I can't It's, It's" You gasped out grabbing at his chest, He made no move to stop though.
"Nah Baby, I know you can take it and you're going to take it" He commanded.
Your legs fell even more open, if that was even possible, at his words and the only words able to come from your mouth after that were incoherent mumbles in-between your moans.
You felt your walls begin to tighten as he leaned over to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving love bites as he went to further mark you as his. Suddenly here your orgasm was, You cried out as you could feel yourself wrap around his cock as he also came inside you. Your juices mixing together and making an even bigger mess.
Once you both had came he took you gently off his lap and laid you on the couch next to him as you both caught your breath.
"Hey baby you with me?" He asked, taking a cigar out of his discarded coat pocket and lighting it before taking a hand and gently rubbing your back. Wary of your ability to speak your nodded at him and he smiled.
"I'm fine Red, You just wear me out" You gave a soft laugh.
"You think your gonna be ok to walk out of here back to the apartment?" He asked, but something told you he already knew the answer.
"Probably not, You gonna be up to carry me?" You asked, knowing full well nothing stroked his ego more then having to carry you after he fucked you.
"Babydoll nothing would bring me more pleasure then carrying my baby home" Your eyes met his as you both grinned at each other like love sick fools.
Something told you Hellboy was never gonna have to worry about old rich dickheads ever again.
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ywpd-translations · 18 days
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Ride 765: Speed & battle!!
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Pag 1
1: They passed the narrow and short mountainous region and entered the wider
3: straight road
4: A road with two lanes on each side, mokkosu*!!
(* “mokkosu” refers to “Higo Mokkosu”, a term that expresses the stubborn and fierce temperament of Kumamoto people)
5: Check mate
6: Gallop!!
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Pag 2
1: Ah!!
2: Teh!!
3: Cyclists are coming up from both sides
The tension has suddenly gone up, teh!!
4: Hahaha look, newbie!!
Kaburagi-san!!
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Pag 3
1: Since we entered the wider road, even the referee ahead of us has raised their speed
Ah!!
3: It's starting!!
7: The hot-blooded sprinters'-
8: Ah-
9: The referee's plate ha switched from red....
10: To green!!
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Pag 4
1: banquet of speed!!
2: The Inter High is starting!!
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Pag 5
1: This is the real start!!
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Pag 6
1: Mokkosu!!
Mokkosu!!
Mokkosu!!
2: Higo mokkosu!!
Higo's Super Express, Kumamoto Daichi!!
3: Gallop!!
The gallop is a racehorse's fastest way of running!!
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Pag 7
1: I'm known as “Nagoya's Thoroughbred*”
The man with legs as beautiful as those of an horse, Shuho** Komaho!!
(*NdT.: the kanji mean “racehorse” but the reading says thoroughbred
** the name means gallop)
2: Up until now, us Hiroshima Kureminami have been made fun of for being slow starter
But, sorry
3: In being hot-blooded we can't lose!!
Let's go, offense is the greatest defense!!
Yes, Higashimura-san!!
Yeah!!
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Pag 8
1: It's a fast attack!!
Pedal at full throttle!!
They're all jumping ahead one by one
They're accelerating!!
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Pag 9
1: So fast!
2: They're so close!
3: Their top speed is more than 50km/h
50km/h!? What are they, a car...!? You can reach such a speed with a bicycle!?
4: They're moving with the wind!! They're swinging their whole body to accelerate!!
It's a desperate max speed battle!!
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Pag 10
1: Waaaaaa I wanna jump ahead...!!
2: Even though I'm not a sprinter!! Even though I'm supposed to be an all-rounder, I see them accelerate and I'm itching to chase them...!!
Huh!?
3: Why do you think that is? Newbie
Huh!? Well... that's...
You're asking me!? Teh!?
4: Isn't that because Kaburagi-san is basically sprinter, though!?
Kabu- ba- sp- th
5: Kabu, eh? Yes I understand
What do you even understand!?
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Pag 11
1: He's just growing freely
Honestly, he's totally a sprinter, but until he realizes it himself we just let him be
He doesn't know it himself, teh!?
Ohh!?
You’re trying to say “because Kaburagi-san jumps forward with a bang”, right?
Ah, but then there’s still that “th” part left over
2: It's like pasturage!!
Ohh!!
3: Grazing and wandering around as he pleases
4: You’re saying “that’s a waste”, right?
Ah, but– dammit–
5: But once he shows his fighting spirit
7: Somehow....
My body's cells are telling me to “go”....
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Pag 12
1: He'll never stop!!
2: Imaizumi-san, is it okay if I go, after all?
3: Can't be helped, but don't just go
4: Kaburagi-san's pressure is rising more and more!!
Waa
Waa
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Pag 13
1: Make sure to get the colored bib!!
Got it!!
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Pag 14
1: Hooooooo
2: The pressure is overwhelming!!
3: Kaburagi-san is
4: going to pedal at full throttle!!
Ogh!!
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Pag 15
1: He jumped ahead!!
2: He's so fast, teh!!
Sohoku's second year, Kaburagi, jumped ahead
He's the one who jumped ahead last year too! Dammit, stop him
4: He raised his hand!?
5: Is it some kind if signal!?
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Pag 16
1: Come, Danchiku!!
2: Da....
3: But wasn't Danchiku-san still in the back.....
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Pag 17
1: Yes!! Issa!!
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Pag 18
3: Danchiku-san accelerated and caught up in an instant!!
4: Hahaha the sprinters are already gone
Let's chase them and snatch the sprint line ahead of us!!
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Pag 19
1: It's finally here!! The day we can go wild here at the Inter High!!
Yeah!!
2: They're perfectly synchronized....
3: That's Team SS!!
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2: “Orange” and “Chicken” jumped ahead
Buah, seriously?
3: Oi, Manami.... I can't stop this itch!! Can I shoot them down a little?
Ahh.... didn't you say you were going to yield up the “first sprint”?
(Biggest of thanks to @monkeyingaround for helping me out with this chapter <33)
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uramakimochi · 4 months
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new ff incoming~ (hear me out pls)
So... Since i saw some people on tiktok saying that Charles could be considered a good Flynn Rider (from the Tangled movie), and i honestly tell you that i kinda see it too👀, i thought i'd write a story about it. (hope i didn't steal someone's idea, i swear it came all from my brain)
After all, why not? Why not combine Formula One and Disney?? It seemed like a nice idea to me^^
I'll leave you the intro to the story, because since it's a bit long i still have to finish writing it (all in one piece, i don't want to make more chapters).
Let me know what you think and if you might be interested~
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Legend has it that one day a drop of the sun fell from above onto a small simple flower. It thus acquired magical powers, healing powers that were capable of healing any wound.
No one knew of that flower's existence, no one except Gothel. Gothel had understood that with the power of singing she could awaken the powers of the flower and so she used it to ensure that she could always remain young and beautiful, effectively blocking the flow of time in her body.
At that time, there reigned a king and a queen, much loved by the citizens of their kingdom. The queen was expecting a baby. But alas, during the pregnancy she became seriously ill. So all the citizens of the kingdom searched for a cure that could save their queen. And as if by miracle, they managed to find the magic flower. With the cure prepared with the flower, the queen recovered, until the baby, the princess, was born. Do you want to know what her name was? Well, her name was Y/n and that sweet little girl was born with long golden hair that fell to her little shoulders (it doesn't matter what your natural hair color is, because they are magical). And to celebrate her birth, the king and queen flew a lantern into the sky. Everyone was happy and everything seemed to be going well... Until the worst happened.
Gothel knew that now that the flower that could cure her of her old age was no longer there, her only option was the little girl's hair filled with magic. So one night, the woman slipped into the castle, kidnapped the little girl and disappeared into the darkness.
People searched and searched for the princess everywhere, but no one could find her. Gothel had taken the little girl to the top of an abandoned tower, where she raised her as if she were her own daughter. She had found her magical flower again, but this time, she was determined to keep it hidden.
But the walls of that tower could not hide everything. Every year, on her birthday the king and queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky, in the hope that one day the lost princess would find her way home.
"Why can't i go outside?" little Y/n always asked, while Gothel combed her hair softly in front of the fire.
And every time, Gothel always gave her the same answer, so as to convince the little girl to always stay with her.
"The world out there is a very dangerous place, full of horrible and selfish people. You need to stay here, so you will always be safe. Do you understand my little flower?"
"Yes mommy"
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i'm sorry but
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lmao
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needle-noggins · 9 months
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WOOF. I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE. THIS IS MY FAVORITE VASHWOOD MOMENT. Analysis below!
first, a moment of silence for Rai-Dei:
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Now let's get to the real shit: Wolfwood and Vash's massive argument, where their clashing ideologies explode and they're misunderstanding each other and talking past each other until they're not. It's Vash's turn to read Wolfwood to filth (and honestly? good for him).
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the girls are fightingggggg!!!! These panels are so powerful, and Wolfwood is so terrifying here. You can practically feel Vash's anger radiating off the pages. (also hehe vashu angy)
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God. There's sooo much happening here. Fellas. Wolfwood is literally like, kill me so I can die knowing you can kill. My life means nothing to me, and you mean everything. I care about your self-preservation skills more than my life. I also think there's an aspect of Wolfwood knowing that he's also in Vash's way as a Gun Ho Gun, and he'd be better off dead, for Vash's sake.
"I'll trade my life for it." screaming crying throwing up wailing screaming etc etc etc!!!! IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW AND I CAN'T SAY MORE ABOUT THAT NOW.
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The dialogue gets difficult to understand here so I color-coded it - blue for WW, red for Vash. The beginning of these boys' argument (earlier panels) starts with them talking past each other (WW has no idea about Rem at this stage, I think, so he doesn't know why Vash is so adamant about pacifism - he thinks it's cowardice), but now that Wolfwood's life in thrown into danger with Vash's gun... well, Vash reads him to filth (deserved, because that's a cruel trick, Wolfwood). Vash is like, hey Wolfwood, I think you're the coward here - because you can't trust anyone. You don't have any hope.
Vash firmly believes that having hope and trusting and loving people is the bravest thing you can do, and anyone who doesn't is terrified.
And you know what? He's not wrong. Wolfwood is terrified of himself and of the world. Wolfwood is acting out of fear here. He's terrified to see what might happen if Vash doesn't learn to kill. He's terrified to see Vash die, so much so that he'd lay his life down to prevent it.
And Vash is like, you are in so so so much pain. I am so so sorry. You're not a monster. You're just a man playing a role and I see it eating you up inside. This is not the way out.
Gay sex is literally less gay than whatever the fuck is going on between these two here.
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alldoll3dup · 2 months
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Yelloooooooo!!!!!! I got a request. Can you write a brozone x pop/rap troll fem reader?? Where there related to the bros? I honestly can't think of anything else, but ik for sure theres gotta be crazy angst and comfort!!!
P.S. LOVE YOUR STORIES
▐ Do you mean all of them together or the separate reaction of each of them? I'm going to do it all together as a one shot kisses 🫶🏻 (but if not, you can make another request)
P.S THANK YOU SO MUCH
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໑୧﹒★﹒Brozone x pop/rap!Reader - Headcanon's/one-shot ᰍ﹒∿
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You are a pop and rap troll, you were already considered part of the family by brozone what would be their reaction? Lets see right now
𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls band togeter
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - GN!Reader, angsty, platonic
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★ When you told them...
– You were really nervous about telling them this, but Poppy and Viva were encouraging you
– Ok you were freaking out, Poppy and Viva got them together and said you had something to say, what were they thinking??? You wanted to stick your face in a hole and never come out
– The two left leaving you there with the confused brothers, you took a deep breath and started telling them
"Okay then well, I wanted to tell you this, because you are like brothers to me and I think you will support me in this"
– John Dory has already started to panic, she has already started to imagine a million things
💭 "IS SHE DATING? DOES SHE NO LONGER TRUST US? DOES SHE WANT TO MOVE AWAY???"
"Well, I'm a pop and rap troll" - you said looking a little embarrassed and JD's jaw dropped to the floor
"Ah, what a silly thing, y/n, everything is fine" - said branch carelessly with a hand on your shoulder (I didn't know what color to put on him, srry)
"SILLY?? NO ITS NOT SILLY HOW CAN YOU BE BOTH? IS THIS POSSIBLE?" - JD didn't understand anything
"Calm down, John Dory, this is normal, I, for example, am a pop and rock troll" - Floyd said, smiling slightly and you were a little sad about JD's reaction (I have a hc that he is a rock troll)
"WHAT YOU ARE A ROCK TROLL???" - He said turning his head to Floyd
"Hey man, relax, this is more common than you think" - Clay said looking angry at JD because he noticed your sad reaction
"My kids sing all kinds of music all the time" - Spruce said with a nasal laugh
"John Dory, you're making Y/N uncomfortable stop it" - he said quietly to John Dory with a sideways glance
"Okay, it doesn't enter my head either you're a rap troll or you're a pop troll, or you're a rock trolls or you're a pop troll"
"Why not both JD?" - you and Floyd said at the same time
"Because it's confusing and strange, it doesn't make sense to be both"
"Okay, that's enough of trying to change other people, John Dory" - Clay said, already irritated
"Clay just relax, okay? It dont make the argument worse"
"But he's right, John Dory is crossing the line!" - and you remained silent watching them argue and left with Floyd
★ When you went out with Floyd...
– He comforted you even though he was also sad about the situation
"Hey, it's okay, don't mind Dory, he'll understand soon"
"But why fight like that? They can't argue without fighting..."
"I know Y/n... it's okay" - he hugged you gently and you hugged him back
– You stayed there until the branch appeared because he got angry about arguing with John Dory
★ A few days later...
– You hadn't spoken to John Dory for a few days and she was really sad about the way he treated you
– He studied a lot about this being more than one thing and thought it was really cool
– He felt horrible about the way he treated you and asked Spruce and Clay for help on how to apologize to you
– Clay didn't want to help at first, but Spruce convinced him to help
– Of course, Floyd and Branch joined in on this, Branch would distract you along with Floyd, Clay and Spruce taught John Dory how to say sorry (which was an almost impossible mission)
– They prepared a "little party" with a huge sign saying "WE ACCEPT YOU Y/N AND FLOYD"
– When you got there JD practically jumped on you crying and apologizing saying how proud he was of you (he had done this to Floyd before the party)
– You ended up getting emotional and forgave him and promised that you would teach him more about being a troll with two musical genres
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▐ That was hard to write, huh? Hope yall liked it
▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡
★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★
- Read this before making a request
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StreetKid!Hobie x Fem!Reader
~4.5k words
I recommend reading the other parts to better understand the story <3
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 ⬇️
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Your POV
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"I don't know what you want me to say." You said nervously, looking up at him as he approached you, hands awkwardly shoved into the pockets of his vest. He didn't know what to say either. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a few moments before he chuckled.
"Y'can start by telling me your favorite color." He said, his tone turning slightly playful as he cocked his head to the side.
You blinked at him. "My favorite color?" you asked almost jokingly. As he kept staring at you, you realized he was being serious. "I-uh...blue?" He nodded solemnly. "That's a good color. Mine's red."
"Are you being serious?" You asked, an amused look on your face. "Hey, I said I wanted to get t'know you, right?"
"Well, I don't know, I thought you were just saying that." Your tone was sheepish as you looked away, feeling your face flush just slightly. "Why would I just say that? I meant wha' I said when I said I wanted t'get t'know you, pretty." He said, grinning under the mask.
"I think your ten minutes are up." You said quickly, clearing your throat and breaking the silence. "Can't I get just a few more?" he was very close to you now, leaning in, his tall, lanky figure draping over you. Those combat boots he was wearing made him even taller, forcing you to have to look directly up to see his face- or at least, his mask.
"Depends. Will you answer my questions properly?" You asked, backing up against the wall awkwardly.
"Ask me the right questions and I will, darling."
"What did you mean when you said you saw me years ago?" 
He froze. "Getting right into it, are we?" He asked teasingly. "I can't tell you that though." He shook his head, putting his palm against the wall behind you, effectively cornering you there. "Can't let y'know who I am under this pretty mask."
"I don't care who you are." I said with a scoff. Despite that sounding a bit harsh, you stood your ground. "I want to know when you first saw me."
"Why does it matter so much?" He asked almost annoyedly, looking to the side.
"How long have you been watching me?"
"I told you, I haven't been watching you. I've been searching for you. There's a difference." he replied, scoffing as he folding his arms over his chest. "What's the difference then?" You asked, matching his movements and folding your arms as well. He stayed silent for a moment, mulling it over. "That day...I wanted to see you again. I searched everywhere for you for a long time. Just to see that face again." He said quietly. "And then, last night, I finally found it."
He chuckled under his breath. "I think I went a bit mental too." He gently reached out towards your face. "I've been waiting to see those eyes again." he stopped himself, pulling his hand back as though he realized how overtly forward he was being. "Sorry." He muttered.
"Your time's up." You said quietly, looking down at your feet. "Would you take me back?" you asked hopefully, fidgeting with your fingers before you looked back up into the eyes of his mask. He sighed quietly as if regretting how forward he'd been.
"Gladly."
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A few hours later
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"Where have you been?" Harry exclaimed, hands on his hips as he looked you over. You'd only just returned home after being dropped off in an alleyway by your new friend, Spider-Man. He'd returned you back to the shelter after your little conversation, and even helped you out for a while there. Nobody in the shelter minded because they saw him so often, although you found it odd that he was so easily welcomed, despite no one knowing who he really was. After all that'd happened, you were a little glad that the two of you had left on good terms. Honestly...you hoped he might come find you again.
"Your father must've called me at least ten times, asking about you!" He said, sounding angry at this point. "Sorry." You replied slightly, a sheepish expression on your face. "I was just-"
"You were what? Doing something he explicitly told you not to?"
"God, why do you suck up to him so much?" You asked annoyedly, folding your arms over your chest as you looked at Harry. "It's not like I'm doing anything wrong."
"You're hanging out with bad people, y/n, that won't do you any good."
"They're not bad!" You said angrily, pointing up at him. "They're people that need support and I'm giving it to them! Just because you've been brainwashed into thinking you're the only one that matters in this world doesn't mean I'll follow that same path!" You huffed, walking right past him and into your room, slamming the door behind you.
He could be such a priss. Oh how you hated this family.
This circle of brainwashed wankers.
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Hobie's POV
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Hobie'd just returned home to his canal boat, having exercised all his energy into helping you and getting you home safe. He'd stayed behind for a couple minutes, watching over your home even after you'd entered, just to make sure that you would be all right.
He was obsessed.
He found himself smiling widely as thoughts of you ran through his mind, just the memory of your pretty voice making him want to laugh out loud. He'd finally found her.
And he'd never let this feeling leave.
"You actually went and talked to her?" Hobie found himself sitting with his gang a few hours later, recalling the events of the day and putting a shocked expression on everyones' faces, although it wasn't joyful shock. "How could you talk to her?" Riri asked angrily, hands on her hips as she paced the room. "What if she found out who you were? What if she remembered you?" Karl added on, a disappointed look on his face.
"I was wearing my mask the whole time!" Hobie tried to defend himself, already regretting informing his friends of what'd happened. "Aww come on guys, he didn't know, its not his fault" Kamala said defensively, putting a friendly hand on Hobie's shoulder. "Yeah, I didn't kn-wait what?" he asked her, giving her an annoyed look.
"Its not like I told her who I was." 
"You came pretty damn close." Riri hissed, looking at him for the first time in the last few minutes.
"And what's wrong with that?" He retorted, standing up and facing her. "She's a good person! She'd never use my identity against me-"
"She's George Stacy's daughter." Karl interjected, standing up as well. He walked towards Hobie slowly, a sad look on his face. "I get that she means a lot to you, Hobes, but it's not safe."
"Wha-" Hobie stuttered, surrounded by his disbelieving friends. "I'm not gonna stop seeing her."
"Don't be so reckless!" Riri spat, pointing at Hobie aggressively. "You're going to get us all killed!"
Kamala put her hand on Ri's shoulder to calm her down, giving Hobie a nervous glance. "It's best if you don't see this girl again, Hobes-"
"I can't believe you guys" Hobie scoffed, looking around angrily. "I've finally found what I've been looking for for years and you don't support me."
"It's not about support." Karl nodded, his tone full of understanding. "Hobie, Spider-man doesn't have loved ones."
"What are you talking about-" Hobie scoffed, his voice crackling slightly, his heart beat rising. "He's right. We're vigilantes." Riri said quietly, having calmed down a little. Kamala chimed in, "We don't have friends...we don't have dates...we only have each other." she said softly.
"You ever seen me with a friend that wasn't a superhero?" Karl asked Hobie with an eyebrow raised. Hobie shook his head in response, looking down. "None of us have any civilian friends, because if we did, they'd end up getting hurt. Believe me, I know." He said quietly, giving Hobie a knowing glance.
"Promise us you won't see her again, Hobie" Riri said quietly, her tone pleading. Kamala nodded. "Yeah, please promise."
He stared at them for a moment, debating his options. "Yea. Fine. Wha'ever." He muttered, turning away from them angrily and storming out of the room. He heard them all relievedly sigh as he walked out and it made him even more angry. Who were they to tell him how to live his life?
No one told Hobie Brown what to do.
Just for that, he was gonna visit her again.
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You were lying on your bed, reading a book later that night, after the house had gone quiet, the sky had fallen dark, and the only lights in the distance were the stars muffled by the excess of smoke in the air. The light from your bed lamp illuminated your room just enough for you to be able to see the words on the page, swimming around you as you smiled at the dialogues.
You'd tried to push the masked man out of your mind for the night, but it wasn't working. Every time you moved on to a new paragraph, his voice would be in the back of your mind.
Darling, he'd called you. Pretty. 
"Ugh."
You groaned under your breath as you fought to suppress the thoughts, closing your eyes shut and putting your book face down on your mattress, burying your face into the sheets. You decided it might be easier just to fall asleep than to keep trying to push him out of your memory.
Tap Tap
You swiveled your head to the side when you heard that noise. Could it be?
Tapping on your window was a gloved red hand, balled up in a fist as it knocked, a little more aggressively this time, as if the person was trying to grab your attention. You scrambled towards the window, opening it as you peered out, being met by a familiar face- or mask.
"What are you doing here?" You hissed under your breath as he let himself in cockily, pulling himself in through the window. "I missed you."
"You saw me only a few hours ago, you imbecile" You muttered. "Get out! My father will hear you-" He pressed his finger against your mouth. "Shhh, I just dropped in t'say 'hi'" he said with a chuckle, leaning in slightly. You pushed him away with a groan.
"Can you please go?" You pleaded.
"But-"
"No buts!" You began to push him back out the window, hands on his chest while he easily stayed upright, barely even moving despite your exertion. "Get. Out." you grunted, trying your hardest to shove him.
Suddenly, he took a step back, and you lost your balance, falling forward with a quiet yelp. He grabbed you around the waist with one arm, holding you in place as he bowed you down, the tip of your nose nearly touching his mask as he leaned in. "You alright, pretty?"
"Get off!" You squealed, pushing him back and removing yourself from his grasp, putting some distance between the two of you as you stepped back. "You need to go!"
He sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine, I'll go, but not because you told me to-" he said as he walked backwards to the half-open window. "-I'm doing it 'cuz I'm a very busy man."
"Yes, yes, you're very busy, now can you go?" You rushed, helping him out the window. "Wait!" He said quickly before you could shut it on his hands. "When can I see you again?"
"What?" You were bewildered. He was insane.
"When can I see you again?"
"Not at my house."
"Then where? And when?"
You hesitated. "Tomorrow. I'll be at F.E.A.S.T. again."
His eyes lit up. "It's a date."
"No it's not." You said before shutting the window. You could hear his muffled laugh as he stared in for another moment before jumping backwards into the night, the faint outline of his webs still visible as he swung into the deep of the city. You tried to keep yourself from smiling at his disappearing figure, but you couldn't, the warm feeling spreading from your cheeks to the rest of your face.
I suppose it is a date- sort of...
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You leapt up from the bed at the sound your alarm made, the loud beeping ringing through your ears as you scrambled to turn it off. You were very awake and not groggy at all, unusually so compared to all the other days you'd been disturbed by that annoying clock. But then of course, today you actually had something to look forward to.
A date.
You brushed your teeth and washed your face gently, trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes.
A friend date. Not a romantic date of course, I don't even know the man. A friend date.
As you pulled on your outfit for the day, a simple pair of jeans and a colorful sweater, you found yourself staring in the mirror, trying to fix up your hair and face as much as you could before you left to the shelter.
God, what's wrong with me? I'm more focused on my appearance than on the people I'm supposed to be helping.
You reprimanded yourself, but not before you caught one last look of yourself in the mirror. After all, you wanted to look good if you were going to see him again. You left your room quietly, not wanting to alert your father of your leave, but you were sadly interrupted by none other than your best friend, Harry.
"Where in the world do you think you're going?" He asked nosily, looking you over with an eyebrow raised. "Don't tell me you're going back to that place now-"
"I'll go where I please, thank you very much." You replied curtly, pushing him out of your way like a sibling would, and moving back towards the door.
"Oi! You can't go back there, Y/N, seriously!" His annoyed voice made you want to laugh. He sounded like an insolent child. He blocked your path, arms in front of him to keep you from leaving through the door. "Harry, get out of my way!" You said angrily, trying to dodge under his arm.
"Who are you meeting?" He asked loudly, grabbing you and pushing you back before you could escape. "Shh!" You exclaimed, covering his mouth with your hand. "No one! I'm just going to volunteer!"
"Liar!" He said loudly again, his voice just barely muffled by your palm. "Can you shut up, you wanker?" You whispered-shouted, looking over your shoulder nervously, hoping his annoying voice hadn't woken your father, or worse...alerted your maid.
"I'mnotawanker" His voice was still muffled and you could barely make out what he was saying. "Why can't you just leave me alone, you prick?" You asked angrily, taking your hand off his mouth.
"You're gonna get in trouble-"
"I'll get in trouble then! It's none of your business at all."
"I'll get in trouble too! Your father'll blame me for not stopping you!" He exclaimed exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air. You stared at him for a moment, debating your options. "Just cover for me?" you suggested.
"No! If I lie I'll get in even worse trouble!"
"Then just go home!" you opened the door and walked right out, leaving him behind you. But then of course, being the prick he was, Harry followed you out, talking right into your ear. "I can't just leave you by yourself!-" At least he cared...somewhat, you thought to yourself as he continued to blabber about how much trouble you two would get in.
"Can we please just go back now?" Harry groaned as you two crossed the street. "Shut up." You muttered back, already annoyed by his presence. "You were the one who insisted on following me. I didn't force you to come with."
The two of you reached the shelter, Harry grumbling with his hands in his pockets. You were immediately welcomed and put to work, still on the Christmas decorations for the festival at the end of the week while Harry sat in the corner and watched, shooting snooty glances at everyone who passed by.
"Can you stop acting like a twat?" You asked him, rolling your eyes at his expression.
"I'm not even doing anything."
"Exactly. Why don't you deflate that ginormous head of yours and come help me?"
He groaned, following you while kicking his feet like a little kid. He was only a few months younger than you, yet he somehow pulled off the role of a prissy toddler very well. You sucked him into the clamor, putting him to work carrying things around and putting decorations on trees. After a little while, you found him quietly working on a handmade wreath, trying his best to not enjoy it despite being fond of arts and crafts.
"Are you having fun?" You asked him teasingly, hands on your hips.
"No." he grumbled, trying to hide a smile.
"That's what I thought."
The two of you were having a fair amount of fun, but you couldn't help but catch yourself looking around, searching for the real reason you were here. Spider-Man. He had said he'd come see you, hadn't he? Or was he just...joking?
"You waiting for someone?" Harry asked, noticing your hidden glances. "No-no-no" you said quickly, shutting him down while he raised an eyebrow in response. "Who are you waiting for?" He asked, leaning in nosily, looking you over.
He scoffed. "I should've known. All dressed up...you're meeting a man!"
"Oh shut up! I'm allowed to look pretty for myself, you know."
"Yeah, but you never do. I've seen you, you never make yourself look nice unless you're meeting someone." he said knowingly. His expression darkened. "Who is it? Is it one of these people? Is that why you're so interested in volunteering all of a sudden?" He asked, swiveling his head around as he searched for who you might've been looking at.
You smacked him on the head, eliciting a yelp from his lips. "Mind your own business, you twat!" You said annoyedly. You shoved the wreath back in his arms and sat him down. "Do your job." Before he could respond, you'd already walked away, having had enough of his questions. He looked as though he might follow you for a moment,  but then you watched as he shrugged and went back to work on his decorations. This childish little-
Thwip.
Oh god, not this again-
You turned around wearily, only to see a small web attached to the doorknob of the alleyway exit. "Can we not do this again?" You called out annoyedly. You were not in the mood for a game of hide and seek. You heard a mumbled, "Sorry" and watched as the door opened slightly, his masked face peeking in. "Hey you."
"Look, I can't talk to you right now, I'm here with a very nosy someone-"
"Yeah, I saw him. Just come outside, I'll take us someplace quiet." He interrupted, the eyes of his mask widening in excitement. You raised an eyebrow at him. "No way. I got absolutely nothing done last time, I won't let you pull me out of work again. His expression fell.
"Don't look at me like that." You said, a little softer this time as you turned away. "I need to talk to you about something." He said quickly. His tone caught your attention and you looked back at him over your shoulder. He nodded his head to the left, motioning for you to join him in the alleyway and after a moment of grumbling under your breath, you did, huffing as you marched through the door towards him.
"What do you want?" You asked annoyedly, looking up at him. You could tell that he was smiling under his mask. "Your help."
You raised an eyebrow at him. "With what...?" You asked curiously, eyes darting in between the whites of his mask. "You said you wanted to help the needy, correct?" He asked cautiously. "I may have a way for you to do more...but I don't know if you'll like it."
You folded your arms over your chest. "Enlighten me." His eyes lit up. 
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"You want me to help you break into Mr. Osborne's head facility?" You asked in disbelief at the man in front of you. He was practically jumping with excitement, nodding his head furiously. "Trust me, I have a whole plan-!" 
"I don't trust you. I don't even know you. Also, the last time you broke into one of Mr. Osborne's places, you were nearly killed" you scoffed, leaning back against the wall, recalling what'd happened when he and his friends had tried a riot at the mansion the night of your return. "Well...this time's different. I'll have you by my side. And I'll go in with stealth instead of brute force."
"I'm not sure about that, Spider-Man-"
"If I can figure out what he uses to make those symbiotes, I can figure out how to stop 'em. The sound from my guitar can only keep them back for so long...if I can really figure out what makes 'em tick, it'll be much easier to take 'em on next time." He spoke very quickly, as though he was afraid you'd leave before he could get his whole idea out.
"I thought I told you I wasn't a spy." You said quietly, looking down and biting your cheek.
"I'm not asking you to spy on your dad, am I? This is Osborne we're talking about- he's on a whole differen' level." He looked at you curiously. "Besides, it's not like you like him much either..."
"I'm his son's best friend."
"You're my best shot at stopping those things from destroying the city and everyone in it."
You sighed, thinking it over. He was right. The longer Osborne let those things run rampant, the more people would end up getting hurt. "I don't even know anything about that facility-"
"Then learn."
"And what makes you so sure I won't turn you in right here right now?"
He stared at you for a moment, the silence thick enough to be cut in half. "I trust you."
"Because you're in love with me?"
"Because you're trustworthy. And I know you don't like Osborne and what he stands for. And I know you're a good person." He said quickly. "But tha' too." His tone was full of embarrassment, which he quickly shook off as he continued to explain his plan.
You watched him, nodding along as he spoke, despite barely paying attention. Even with a mask on, he was so...expressive, speaking more with his hands than with his mouth, the eyes of his mask widening and squinting slightly with every change in tone, the way his leg bounced up and down in the excitement of being around you...you had to admit, it was cute.
"Y'get me?"
"huh?" you stood up straight, snapped out of your trance. He rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head teasingly. "I'll start over."
"All you need to do, is have access to the facility when I break in, that way I have an easy entrance and an easy exit, y'get me?"
You nodded in understanding, still looking him up and down as you felt those thoughts drift back into your mind. "Oi-" He snapped to get your attention. "Are you sure ya get it?"
"Yes." You said quietly. "Keep talking."
"Alright, well once I get inside, you're gonna have t'tell me where he keeps his symbiotes- I don't know what the layout is-"
"Woah." You stopped him. "You want me to learn the entire layout of the facility?"
He nodded. "Are you mental?" You asked him amusedly. "I'm not doing all that to help you steal something."
"I'm not stealing anything, I'm just gathering information!" He retorted, folding his arms over his chest. "You're going to steal one of the symbiotes, I just know it!"
"I won't! I promise."
"Yeah, well, what are you going to do with that information?"
"I'm gonna use it to develop some sort of anti-venom-"
"You really think you'll be able to make that?" You asked, feeling a laugh creep up on you. He looked annoyed at this point. "I'm not an idiot. In fact, I'm considered a genius to most people." he said. "I've built some crazy things."
"Alright, alright" You said, still not fully believing it. "And what'll you do next, hero?"
"I'll use that anti-venom to- wait, what did you just call me?" He looked back at you in disbelief. "Did'ya just call me hero?"
"What, you don't like it?" You asked with a slight smile, leaning your head back slightly. "No, no...I like it. It's just...most of you guys don't really think of me as a hero." he shrugged. "I'm sure your friend back there definitely doesn't."
"Don't worry about Harry, he's kind of a dunce." Spider-man laughed in response, putting his hands in the pockets of his vest. He looked over at you, obviously smiling under his mask. "So I'm your hero, then?" He asked in a voice that could be considered flirtatious.
"I said hero, not my hero." You replied with a returned smile.
"Sure, whatever you say."
"I should probably head back inside." You said after a moment of silence, looking back towards the half-open door. "Right, right." He said quietly, taking a slight step back. "I'll see you again later, then? To...plan?"
You shrugged as you walked back towards the door. "If you can find me."
"You'll be at your home?" He asked curiously.
"I said not to come back to my house." You said quickly, giving him a wide-eyed look. 
"No one will realize!"
"No."
"Alright, fine." He said, backing down. "Then where?"
"You're Spider-man. Find me." You said with a slight smile, closing the door behind you as you went back inside, leaving him out there by himself. You chuckled under your breath, a bashful expression on your face as you returned to where you'd been working before. 
He wanted your help, hmm?
"Where have you been?" Harry's annoyingly loud voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned back quickly, that expression having been wiped off your face. "I was just...getting some fresh air." You lied, turning back towards your decorations.
"Liar."
"Can you just mind your own business for once? Nosy rat."
"Don't call me that! I'm just looking out for you. And you were gone nearly half an hour, where were you?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Were you talking to someone?"
"No." You said quickly. A little too quickly.
"Oh, you're gonna be in so much trouble-"
"If you tell a single soul about this I will find you in your sleep and put a knife to your throat." You hissed at him, effectively shutting him up. "Get out of here!" He sneered at you before heading back to where he'd come from, leaving you there, sweating nervously. 
If Harry found out, he'd either become insufferable or get you into the worst trouble of your life.
Both were terrible options.
You sighed quietly as you hung up your decoration on the wall, taking a step back to admire your handiwork. Spider-Man better not screw this up.
A/N
I'm stuck with writer's block after this so any feedback or ideas are always appreciated. My asks are open to anyone with ideas for the next chapters of this story <3
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keksalot404 · 5 months
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OMORI: GUARDIAN ANGEL AU - ASK THEM ANYTHING (THE VERY MUCH PLANNED HALLOWEEN SPECIAL)
How's it going folks? Welcome back to Know Your Monsters! Halloween's is just around the corner, so we got a special treat for you tricksters! For Monstertown's 3rd Hollow's Eve, we've asked you to say some burning questions to some human-turned-spooky specters (and their mortal companions) who popped up in the MTT Hotel to give you this totally planned special! We got your questions, so now we ask... why are you crying?
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Witch Mari: *sniff* I'm sorry - It's just - It's our first Halloween with me back - and - I never though we would ever enjoy today like this - aND WE CAN DO SIBLING COSTUMES AGAIN *sobs*
Black Cat Sunny: …I think me not celebrating any holiday for years affected her.
Akita Neru Aubrey: I forgot how into Halloween she was...or, is.
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Lucas Frisk: *I recall how hard it was to coordinate costumes with Chara every year! I reckon we will run out of costumes pairs by year 5.
Masked Man Chara: YOU may call me picky, I would call it having actual taste. Hollow's Eve is a personal favorite holiday of mine and I will not muddle it dressing as a technicolor astronaut!
Frisk: *Hey! I point out that it is from a Horror Drama show specifically.
Chara: Why are you so adamant about us having pairing outfits in the first place?!
Frisk: *Because you're my best friend~ (*I make a heart with my hands)
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Miku Madotsuki: Sorry my ghost friend couldn't make it tonight, she got so excited for Halloween she kind of got tuckered out and went back into... anyway! I can ask any question in her place! (Um, this interview isn't public outside town, is it?)
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Purple Guy-er: You couldn't even bother to get a somewhat matching outfit. Just wearing the mask isn't enough!
Myers Mask Kris: It's more a costume then whatever you're suppose to be.
Player: I. Can't. Change. OUTFITS. This is the best I can do with my colors!
Kris: Then make your body transparent. At least then you'd actually pass as a ghost.
Player: Just give us the first question please, smiley helmet guy.
Okay! This first question towards you two I also want to ask the rest!
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Player: Alright, let see, my name is... Player! I'm 19 years old and have been a gamer since... childhood.
Kris: Good job so far.
Player: Well SORRY I don't believe regular people would understand the concept of higher dimensional beings or that they value privacy!
Kris: The entire point of this ask thing is to get a better understanding of us.
Player: Okay well why don't you answer the next one. What do you think our relationship is, honestly?
Kris: Crippled teen and very annoying and social life line.
Player: …I mean I guess...
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Mado: Me and my friend we're together for as long as I could remember. I thought she had gone, even when I kept seeing her everyday, but turns out she wasn't really gone in the first place. So... yay!
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Frisk: *Chara and I go way back, before the rise of the Underground! Even when I didn't know them, they caught and saved me when I fell pass the barrier and onto the cave floor. That's when I met Chara, and we've been trusted partners ever since!
Chara: I wouldn't call being buried for decades only to be awakened by my soul being attached to a kid akin to a simple trust fall.
Frisk: *Aw, but I recall you even put down flowers for my arrival. <3
Chara: Uuuuugggghhhhh-
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Mari: We're siblings of course! I'd like to believe that my will to be by Sunny's side is what kept me around and conscious all these years!
Sunny:  …What were you doing all that time I couldn't see you. I know you go to my dreams when I sleep, but what we're you doing when I was awake?
Mari: Well, you know I was invisible when not in Headspace, but I think in some of the... illusions you had were me sometimes.
Sunny: ?! Were you there when I thought you were locked outside?
Mari: No?
Sunny: How about when I drowned and I saw you trying to save me like last time?
Mari: You saw that?
Aubrey: …Were you there when Sunny visited me at the church?
Mari: I would've haunted their every waking moment for you. :)
Aubrey: Th- thanks?
Ah, actually Aubrey, there are two similar asks interested in you and Sunny.
Aubrey: Huh? But I thought this was for-
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Aubrey: How do they-! I- I mean...
Sunny: …
Aubrey: He's my friend. He made a mistake, a really dumb, life-changing mistake. Sure I was mad when I found out, furious actually, and then I got more angry at myself when I realized... I almost did the same thing.
Sunny: !
Mari: Oh Aubrey...
Aubrey: You- you gave me somewhere to go when I had nowhere else... even after everything I did to you... so... yeah
Sunny: …You're my friend too Aubrey. I might not feel the same way like back then, but I like what we are now.
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Mado: …Got to love the childhood friends trope, huh?
Oh? Do I sense something between you and Sunny?
Mado: I did not agree to ask questions directly from you.
Oh, it didn't come from me~ :3
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Mado: Nanda-!
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Sunny: She's comfortable to be around. She doesn't judge when I do something off-putting, and gives me good art advice when I started drawing again. She's so different from me, yet... we understand each other. She's... sweet.
Mari: (Internal squeeing)
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Mado: …
So how about-
Mado: SUNNY IS. A GOOD PAL. HIS SISTER IS NICE ALSO. GOTTA LOVE JAPANESE SOLIDARITY.
Mado: …and. He also. Doesn't mind. When I...
Get stabby?
Mado: Eh?! Where did that come from?
Well...
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Mado: Na- I only stab things in dreams! Which I guess whoever the hell you get your questions from knows about apparently!!! And I stopped doing much of it after a while! I'm curious but I'm not some intrusive thought following maniac! Who would something like that in real life?
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Sunny: I thought dream worlds only held consequences when you wanted them to. I've only learned recently that was not the case.
Mari: To be fair little bro, you could say "you" had a good control of what you dreamt about.
Sunny: Also Kris likes stabbing stuff? I don't remember them being that into it.
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Kris: …I have several knives. I keep them in a case to display.
Player: I've seen Sunny walk past it several times. I believe he thinks it's for the kitchen.
Kris: F@#k kinda kitchen needs that many knives.
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Frisk: *I wonder why the ask never mentioned Chara.
Chara: I only have the one dagger, Frisk.
Frisk: *And you take care of it like your own kin.
Chara: I use it for gardening! It needs to be cleaned 3 times after use!
Moving on, this next one is for you, Chara.
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Chara: Well, I'm not one to brag, but in my living days I was referred to be a "demon who comes when you call their name." I now hold view this title as endearing, as I take pride in seeing how I can personally unsettle humans (and sometimes monsters) with nothing but my words and face. Mari is the nice, gentle, caring older sister of our little ghostly group, so really, I don't see a need for it to be a contest.
Frisk: *I mention the time with the cookies-
Chara: *through gritted teeth* That was admittedly a moment of weakness spurred by my love of chocolate. I acknowledged my defeat that day only to claim what I wanted. A deal was made, so it doesn't count.
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Sunny: Never mess with older sisters. They hold a monumental power behind their smile.
Mari: Tee-hee~
That brings me to you, Mari.
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Mari: I can say that Mari's Magical Might is only growing with everything I learn! VIOLET HANDS, healing magic, teleportation, and Alphys said that I might even have an affinity for Water Magic as well! Undyne was so excited when she heard that!
Sunny: I think it's cool, I hope being linked to her gives me magic too.
Aubrey: At least you have a chance! I'd pray to the heavens a hundred times if it meant I had powers half as sweet as yours, Mari!
Mari: Aw thank you! As for what my mother thinks, at first she was shocked that I wanted to learn magic, but she quickly changed her tune when she saw that I could help around the house better with my HANDS.
Mari: As for the latter question... unfortunately full controlling shape-shifting is something I'm still getting the hang of. I'll let you know the moment I'd be able to do... that!
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Chara: I'd say she's lucky to have as many experienced teachers, such as myself, to help her discovering her power.
Frisk: *I express my relief that Chara has not yet burned a part of the forest during their training with Mari.
Chara: It was ONE time, we agreed with that white furry forest guardian to not train too close to the dense forest. I am not some brainless pyromaniac.
Frisk: *The first thing you did when you could do magic was seeing if you could make a fire sword.
Chara: Well, some fire is obvious, I am a Dreemurr after all.
This next ask is for you, Frisk. This one comes from all the way in Japan!
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Frisk: *…These asks are getting way too personal.
Chara: You have just noticed?
Frisk: *How do I say this... If you are referring when I could load the entire timeline to a previous state, then I'm afraid I am not able to do that anymore. I cannot even load my most recent save, the one just after breaking the barrier.
Chara: There is little in this universe, let alone this world, that can affect time with the degree of control that we, er, Frisk had when they first entered the underground.
Frisk: *Even when I did have it, I didn't have much control of it. I only remember it forcing a load when I... lose enough HP. That was enough however, as I didn't use it for anything else.
Frisk: *As to theories on how to get that power back, I can think of a few methods...
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Player: You still owe me an explanation on the white sparkle save point thing back in the "DW."
Kris: I don't owe you anything.
Player: You JUST called me your lifeline!
Kris: I don't see other people giving their UV drip a trophy.
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Teto Monoko: *sleeps soundly*
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Oh woops, I think that ask was a little corrupted.
Mado: ?
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Sunny: Oh, a water stone. Thanks.
Sunny: Um, I didn't have AC in my old house. It feels nice on hot days.
Aubrey: Hey, I know that were getting a lot of our personal life out there, but isn't it strange we can see the names of most who's asking us?
Well, we do in fact have 1 more anonymous question, it's for you Mari.
Mari: Oh! Well, ask away! There's no shame in a little anonyma-
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*Mari is crushed by the large ask!
Sunny: !!!
Aubrey: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, MARI!
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*SLASH!*
Chara: Mari, are you alright?
Mari: Ugh, yeah, I'm fine. You know, ghost biology and all that.
Aubrey: What was up with that guy!? Thinking they know you like that! That was infuriating!
Sunny: Mari's not an idiot...
Mari: I'm inclined to agree, but...
Aubrey: Wh- don't tell me you agree with them Mari! It was just an accident, nobody could've how it would end!
Mari: They we're right about one thing though... I was selfish.
Aubrey: W-What...? No, it was-
Mari: You could say it was many things. The pressure from our parents. The pressure from the town. The looks of excitement on our friends faces. It was a lot, but in the end... it was me. I was the one who told Sunny to keep going. After all my fingers swelled. After his fingers started to bleed. After getting one note wrong, after getting the timing a bit off, after thinking it was just F*%KING not good enough apparently!
*Mari's spirit shakes.
Sunny: Mari...?
Mari: I... I said earlier I thought it was my will to be by your side that kept me linked to you. To be honest, I thought that it had to be the case, because the only thing I wanted to do after... everything that happened...
Mari: Was to be a better sister for you. To do- ANYTHING, to redeem my awful, stupid, selfish mistake. I... honestly don't know what else-
Chara: It was your determination.
Mari: …what?
Chara: In your final moments, you decided that whatever you had left, your love of your brother, your fear of failure, the need to repent and be a better person, whatever in your soul that was not fading, was worth still living for.
Chara: The moment you decided that, all of those feelings exploded into life, into determination. And so you kept going, not just for your brother, but also for the small part of you that still wanted to live. That so called selfishness you speak of.
Mari: …H-how... do you...?
Chara: …
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Chara: Because I asked that question too.
Mari: Huh...
*Mari notices Sunny's expression.
Mari: Sunny, look at me.
Mari: I... I know I hurt you. I know even if you say that your okay I can still feel what I've done to you even today. And it even might be more selfish of me to say this. But I just want- I NEED you to know,
Mari: However long I have left, if it's just a few months, if it's how long I would've lived before. I promise that I will do everything in my power to be with you. To help up you when you feel down. To stop you from hurting yourself or others. To listen when no one else will. Even if you don't think you deserve it. Even if I think I don't deserve you. I will do anything to be the best sister I wasn't before. Because I love you, Sunny.
Sunny: …
Sunny: …then...
Sunny: I want you to forgive yourself too.
Mari: …
Mari: O-Okay... I'll try...!
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Kris: …I wish I had an older sibling.
Player: In another life, buddy.
Kris: …cool.
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…We have one more question for all of you, If you want to keep going.
Mari: Hehe *sniff* of course. Go ahead.
Alright. Final question from:
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Sunny: I think... the time I tripped on Mewo's litterbox and spilled it over the floor.
Mari: I'm pretty sure me calling you over to surprise you with a fake spider that day tops that, hehe.
Aubrey: I... patted Basil on the back, accidently opening one of his wounds after That Night. I felt terrible, but he was just glad for me to be worrying about him again.
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Frisk: *I recall the hours "we" spent making Dog Residue to buy the elusive Temmie Armor. I equipped it just before Asgore. Not the best time spent.
Chara: The Buttercup Pie. I guess it counts since Dad was just sick from it. Although the ripples that event would cause could count as "life-ruining"
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Mado: (Too many to say.)
Mado: I... called one of my teachers by their first name back in my birth town! It was suuuper embarrassing.
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Monoko: -- Gomen... -- Monoe-nee... -- cookie... -- oishii...
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Player: I did that thing where you held shift to quickly craft things and I accidently made 9 Diamond Hoes in a Hardcore world.
Kris: And the most stupidest thing I will do is just around the corner, so stay tuned for that.
And that will be all! Got anything to say to everyone watching and reading?
Player: Oh- uh... thanks for all your strangely invasive questions.
Kris: We honestly didn't expect to get as many as we did.
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Mado: We hope you enjoyed this little treat on Halloween!
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Frisk: *I express my gratitude for all of you who are still with us for this special.
Chara: It... took a while. Whether or not it was planned, efficient, or worth it in the end is yet to be decided.
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Aubrey: Thanks for all the things you say,
Sunny: The stuff you make,
Mari: And the love you share!
Until next time!
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yanderes-galore · 3 months
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And if you can can you do a fluffy lefty au with your prompts 31 and 42
Sure! First Fluffy AU Lefty content, I hope you enjoy how I take the character. Lefty is referred to as They/Them in this as idk if I want them male or female for the AU (Since they are no longer two different beings).
Yandere! Fluffy AU! Lefty Prompts 31 + 42
"I'd make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...."
"Even if I have to break you... I'll never stop loving you."
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic? (Really hard to tell)
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gore, Biting, Blood, Graphic descriptions, Blood consumption, Half consumption in general, Graphic scene of you essentially being bitten into, Violence, Disturbing content, Guilt, Marking, Accidentally took inspiration from Beastars, Dubious but forced attachment/companionship.
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Lefty has always been rather quiet. Even before their accident they never said much. Lefty's been rather isolated throughout their time in the facility, not quite a failure, yet no longer perfect either.
Lefty was a black, gray, and red bear created for the Rockstar line of experiments. Their chest is adorned with a golden star pattern and they used to have the most stunning gold eyes. However, after an incident, the bear was left scarred.
They looked mostly the same except for a missing eye. The sight is disturbing, a gorey hole decorated with what looks like claw marks. Lefty was quiet and isolated before, but they only ever got worse after the incident.
As their caretaker you noticed this change in behavior. Their mind was never the same after the traumatic event. The bear was still very reserved, but now their gaze seemed off.
They always kept staring at you. You had tried your best to socialize Lefty after the event, even tending to their wound whenever you can. They weren't quite failed so you could still be around them, just... damaged. Mentally and physically, Lefty was damaged.
They never really improved, they just stayed quiet... all while staring at you.
Perhaps you should've known their quiet nature meant danger somewhere down the line... it's always the quiet ones, huh?
Were they feral, is that what happened? Was Lefty just another monster kept in this place, only to be let out after a break out? Should you have never shown them kindness? Maybe you should've just been cruel, if you did would you still be in this situation?
The blaring sound of alarms and sirens violate your ears. The room is bathed in red, the light making it hard to see the color of the substances on the ground. You knew better... it was blood, blood from monsters and blood from friends.
At this point... maybe even blood from you.
Pain shoots through you as claws dig into your sides. The black bear's teeth dig into the flesh between your shoulder and neck with such uncharacteristic ferocity. Each pulse of pain was met with a lick, like the bear was trying to apologize.
You didn't understand why the bear was doing this. You thought you were on the bear's good side. You thought they liked you!
Oh.. if only you knew.
The bear did indeed like you, a bit too much honestly. Like some form of cuteness aggression the bear bit into you to release some tension in their mind. They love your taste, they love you, they want to surround themselves with you.
They'd do anything to keep you to themselves.
"Even if I have to break you... I'll never stop loving you." The bear whispers, pulling away from your wound with a blood covered maw. Their whispers sound so sweet, so comforting, yet they are still the one causing your pain. It's like they mean well... all while consuming your flesh like they'll die without it.
You doubt you'll leave this place alive.
"I'll make you bleed just to get an even better taste of you...." Lefty whispers again, licking your face. You feel the saliva they produce stain your cheek, yet you don't have the energy to care. "I can't get enough of you... I'm so sorry...."
They sound like they have remorse in their tone. Their instincts are driving them, the scent of blood making their eye blown wide. They aren't sure what they want to do with you.
Do they want to mark you? Maul you? Eat you? They don't know. All they know is they want more.
Lefty looks at their human with a sad lock. You're in so much pain. You have such a look of betrayal in your eyes. It makes the bear hesitate.
But then the scent of blood drives them to continue. It's all around them. It swirls like a captivating meal and scent... it makes them want more.
Lefty remind themselves that they want more... they want more of you.
So... they'll take more... they'll take more until they're satiated.
Even if it hurts you both.
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