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lizzieislife94x · 3 months

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My New Boss (e.o)

Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34

Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻

Y/ns POV:

I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.

As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.

8 hours later:

I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.

AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k

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blackstarchanx3new · 6 months

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FSR Rambles 15 times Shadow took the kids

Dark's utterly confused face here sends me every time.

Because DARK knows that Shadow doesn't actually give a rats ass if he's okay. HOWEVER.

This is where Dark's weird understanding of lying comes in.

Because I have faith in you you can see right through Dark's clear lies.

His phrasing is ridiculous paired with his expression being deader than a fish.

Dark is lying through his teeth here and guess who taught him how to do that... :)

Vio and Shadow-

Vaati fell for it. Lmao. Not like he hasn't been betrayed before.

Shadow tries intimidation buuuuut-

Well shit that only goes so far when you haven't proved yourself to act on said intimidation.

Shadow is still afraid of Vaati, and we know from Zelda's fight with him Vaati isn't easy to kill soooooo.

Reasonably so I'd say.

Dark is saying what we've all been thinking "Lmao let's just pull out Vio and the McGuffin sword"

Lol wait- Oh yeah Vio can't because of Dark.

Haha. Woopsie.

Dark going to just deal with it himself and being reeled back by Shadow is sweet to an extent.

Dark's confused about what this physical interaction means, whether or not this counts as a hug. Because let's be real Vaati isn't something he considers as a threat rn what else is his mind gonna focus on?

Shadow's angry Dark's so reckless but Dark's unfazed by the entire situation.

It's sad to consider Dark probably assumes temper tantrums are a normal behavior considering how frequent everyone he's watched so far has em...Just a thought.

Ngl Shadow's use of the word "Fool" in the OG manga always got a laugh out of me. His dialogue is so evil villain I try to capture that in FSR Shadow.

Shadow wanted to try to formulate a plan with Dark to get Vaati to go away but Dark questions why they'd even do that. Flabbergasting the fuck out of Shadow.

Dark HAS no sense of people working with HIM. Obviously Dark would know what team work is since...He's literally watching the team work pride parade but no one has offered HIM team work.

Vaati just bosses him around after all.

Dark's thought process on how his existence works is on full display.

He's alone. He WORKS alone and no body but him is going to get things done. Thanks Vaati.

...There's also the angle to consider he's actually learned this behavior in some capacity from Link...Link HAS been doing this shit by himself for a long time now....

So Shadow offering help is smth that gives him pause.

In the last pane the motif of Dark Link being his own cheer leader/being generally self aggrandizing pops up again.

His wording just being odd aside, he doesn't communicate what he actually WANTS to do, just that he needs Shadow's help getting close...

and from the quotes around help and the knowledge Dark can move fast as fuck on the reader's side, it's implied Dark is just placating Shadow's idea of helping rather than Shadow being actually useful in this interaction. At least from Dark's perspective.

Shield is up boys RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.

Shadow points out reasonably Dark is not being a very good team mate. XDDD

Be nice to him Shadow he's new to this whole "Team" thing.

Panel 2 here is funny because Dark makes the most NON Dark Link expression it stands out particularly just because it's funny but also like, take note of what he called Vaati here.

He just called him "Vaati".

Not "Master Vaati" or "Lord Vaati"

Just Vaati... HMM.

He also flung himself at Vaati full force so there's that.

OH FUCK IT'S YAOI- Oh a serious note...

Prepare to get bamboozled.

Yeah there's a reason Vaati is fucking confused. Dark was taking another conversation out of context to try and comfort Vaati.

So if there was any doubt about if that was what Dark was doing or not: Let me put those questions to rest that is what he was trying to do. XD

The kiss particularly is funny considering...Well yeah Shadow did kiss Vio a lot.

Shadow being, reasonably flabbergasted at this interaction just gets a laugh out of me.

Vaati's got nothing to say that shit hah. Dark isn't making MUCH sense in this interaction.

Dark does show he's still loyal in some way to Vaati though.

Turns out: Vaati's just not in the mood to deal with Dark's nonsensical behavior and points out an...interesting caviat to the whole "let's recruit Dark link" plan.

They have to kill him.

In no uncertain terms, to destroy the curse would be to destroy Dark Link. So having him on your side really doesn't mean anything. As he'll do what he was created for by nature.

In a way it brings you to question how much free will Dark truly has in this equation. Also, it makes you kinda realize in a messed up way Dark and Link both suffer due to the curse. They're chained to each other on a drowning ship.

Shadow's hypocrisy on display again. He JUST helped this dude and now thinks about killing him. XD

But also: What's the answer to this?

It's a train track scenario in a lot of ways.

Also since Dark's a curse, destroying his body or hurting him won't do much good to actually get rid of the curse itself.

His body will just regenerate or he'll retreat into the headspace.

There's also the thought of, if Link died, what WOULD happen to Dark Link...

Dark is insanely hard to argue with. Because dude can read you like a book and play you like a fiddle.

You can't LIE to him and he'll speak how he feels based on what he's seen.

Like, Dark isn't even just slinging the "you're gannon" ace up his sleeve card at him. He's bringing up things Shadow himself has actually DONE. And that pisses Shadow off.

No matter how much Shadow removes himself from his past self, he still DID those things.

And it does bring to question which of these two are more "Moral".

Dark hasn't killed anyone while it's at least heavily implied in the manga Shadow at least COULD HAVE and shows the willingness to do so to Vio at least.

Dark's "reason" for not killing people is "They stop being fun."

Dead people are boring. Like Link's dad. Which is just, a roast and a half.

Dark takes his aim and fires. Bro doesn't miss a shot. He'll drag everyone.

Shadow also has hurt Vio.

Really the idea Shadow and Dark have a LOT in common is a theme.

Like Shadow can get pissed off as much as he wants at Dark, he's done WAY WORSE than this lil demon guy and can't even argue about that.

The question of how much Dark truly means here is also up in the air as Dark will just say things on other's minds.

Reminder Dark is straight terrified of Shadow Link and just kinda shuts down when Shadow gets peak pissed off at him.

Dark sees Vaati as a fool who needs his help, and seeks Shadow as a threat who's going to hurt him.

Usually actions would speak louder than words, but in Dark's case feeling someone's emotions is 10xs more important. And what Dark knows is Shadow genuinely despises him.

Haha remembering the time pig dad abused you.

But this time Shadow takes the place of gannon being the threatening imposing force.

Thought to consider: Shadow's fear of gannon is reflecting in Dark's fear of Shadow link because...Well Shadow is a piece of gannon. They're in a way afraid of the same entity.

Shadow puts the mask back on and tries to be good boy.

Visually Dark's tendency to grab his hat and keep it close is similar to an animal keeping it's tail tucked between it's legs.

Welp, the beans have been spilled. Dark IS still working for Vaati...Kind of.

In Dark's own words it's not "For"

but Dark never makes sense to anyone other than himself so...

He also just, assumes Shadow knows what he's there for. Which is amusing. Dark in general assumes everyone else should know everything he does.

The comparison to Zelda is baffling but if you really think about it, Dark does make some semblance of sense here:

Link protects Zelda.

Dark protects Vaati.

Tis the same thing. According to Dark Link.

Dark Link in his own words is a hero.

Shadow's reasonable question of "What's wrong with you" is such a genuine reaction to that shit it makes me laugh. Dark's actions make no sense to Shadow but Dark's affections for Vaati aren't logical hah.

Dark wants to see Vio tho and Shadow just, shuts down thinking about this situation

He didn't give Dark an answer so Dark just goes to pick flowers. XD

Shadow's in a tight situation here. What's the best course of action?

"What to do with Dark Link" and "How to introduce him to the others" is a very...difficult one to answer.

If Dark was a mindless curse with no person attached it'd be easy to just destroy him guilt free. But he's not.

Shadow can't tell if Dark's behavior is genuinely malicious or if he's just socially inept (Third option Shadow: He's just acting in accordance to the curse.)

And another thing: How does dealing/handling Dark affect how Shadow should be treated?

After all they're very alike.

Final panels shows Dark offering up a flower to Shadow.

This page is both hilarious and disturbing.

Dark offering up the flower with a cute lil hopeful expression, paired with a happy looking eye on his chest.

Shadow accepting it and being like "Ah we're cool then right-"

only to see Dark vomiting up a bunch of flowers is just, funny. I find it very funny.

"You like one!? :D HAVE A BUNCH MORE!"

It's a reminder Dark really has no sense of how horrifying he is as he's trying to be nice here. XDDD

Which Dark being able to be kind (In his own way) is again smth worth noting. Dark isn't stuck JUST making people misseriable as he actively tries to do the opposite.

Dark continuously breathing out pollen is just a very funny thing to me.

The sense of "I've fucked up" seeping back.

I was listening to the song "Nuts" from adventure time while working on these pages. I feel like that song kinda relates to Dark and Shadow's relationship.

"You're so annoying you pitiful old man. I'd like to help you but I dunno if I can. I thought you were nuts. But, you're REALLY. REALLY. REALLY NUTS."

Actual page shit:

Shadow understands what Vio meant now. XD

Running away from your issues just FEELS easier in the moment sometimes.

Shadow's confessions of being "not a hero" and being terrified about their future make Dark visibly sad.

The comment "We are afraid of very different things Shadow Link" is I think the first time really Dark's directly addressed Shadow as such without the quotation marks or general disbelief in that name/title.

If it's not, at least the moment is impactful because Dark is giving Shadow respect in a way he typically chooses not too.

Shadow is very much afraid of Vaati, so Dark not relating to that emotion is a stand out.

Him fidgeting with his hands is a detail I just find cute.

"I feel that thing you hate" - directed at Vaati is Dark confessing he feels pity for Vaati. Since in FS Shadow says he despises pity.

Dark explains WHY he pities Vaati, he just finds Vaati utterly pitiful. XD

They have a little moment of bonding over their shared experiences with Vaati.

Dark mimicking Vaati here showing what he wishes Vaati would say to him:

Dark Link wants praise and affection and relationships with others.

But due to his very nature it's very difficult to actually gain these things, and the people he's spoken to outright deny him of these in any meaningful way.

Shadow's question of "Aren't you afraid of what he'll do" just gets "I like Vaati" in response. Pff.

Yes we know buddy, very insightful.

The 2nd to last panel shows smth very insightful:

Firstly that "Nobody loves Vaati" Any care Dark DOES have towards Vaati isn't just him mimicking someone else as it's safe to say everyone hates that guy haha.

More disturbingly:

Dark Link doesn't consider himself a "Somebody" and starts trailing off at the end of his sentance.

"I think it's sad, but it's his own fault...he rejects the only-" and then stops.

Dark Link referencing himself as the "person" Vaati continuously rejects but stops before he calls himself a "person" verbally.

You could imagine his continued sentence would be "He rejects the only person who cares about him"

Somebody's hair and eyes changed.

Instead of being white at the roots Dark's hair shifts to being Vio's complete hair color.

This is where we dive into psychological horror realm.

What IS Dark if not a person. IS he a person? What qualities does he have that make him a person?

Dark struggles with the distinction of if he's a "real person" or not but quickly dismisses it as smth Vio has been thinking. Which...Is true but also, considering his line about "Nobody loving Vaati" despite very much so caring about Vaati. Dark's identity crisis isn't exactly smth he has a firm grasp on.

PAGE. LIMMIT. Wrote this while sick so I'm sure I missed shit Aghhh.

#fsr rambles #fsr #four swords adventures #four swords returns #four swords manga #four swords #four swords returns au #loz fsr au #loz #shadow link #dark link

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halfghostwriter · 1 year

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(Saw a few posts about Giant!Danny, as well as this post by @blackfoxsposts , thought it’d be fun to create a disaster)

Danny, for the most part, thought he was handling being kidnapped by assassins (ninjas? Ninja assassins?) pretty well. Not sure why they took him, but hey, it’s not like it’s much worse than being kidnapped by Vlad. Maybe Vlad or one of his rogues decided to outsource for a change. The only thing he was really worried about was upsetting his new friend Damian, since they had agreed to meet today, but Danny missed the meeting time one account of being. Y’know. Kidnapped.

In his thoughts, he didn’t notice the fact he was being dragged towards a mysteriously ectoplasm-like pool until he was already eyebrow deep in it. In his panic, he wound up swallowing a massive amount of the liquid. As he was pulled back out, he started to feel… weird… a kinda nice weird, though… he licked his lips, savoring the delicious flavor of the pools… and flung himself backwards, out of the hands of the people pulling him out, and straight back into the flavor pit.

He got about three massive gulps in before he was pulled out again.

There were people talking around him, or maybe they were yelling— it was hard to hear over the sound of his own bubbly laughter. When he caught his breath, he did hear something that sounded like “why would you do that,” to which he responded

“Cuz it’s tashtyyy! And makesh me feel… makesh me feel weird… like good weird… kinda hot though… oh, wait, I can fiksh that!”

And Danny did just that, by turning into Phantom. Sure, his ghost half’s a little bit bigger, but this place is so open and airy, they must have people of this size all the time.

“Ta- *hic* -daaaaaaa!”

Oh wow, he never noticed how cute and small people look when he’s like this! Though, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to notice. Lately he had only been transforming in the ghost zone, since he could use his powers just fine in his huma— oh. Right. Haha whoops, forgot about that. Ah well, he already transformed, and he liked how humans looked like this, he’s having too much fun to stop now. Wait, why are they running away?

“Hm? Wheresh you goin?”

He reached towards the one who had been taking the most earlier, only to have him slice Danny’s finger with something pointy, while screeching “STAY BACK, PIT DEMON!”

“Owwww…. why’d’ya do that for…? Thatsh was sho rude…” He poked the man in the chest with his claw, accidentally pushing him to the ground. Before he could retract his hand, he felt something small and sharp hit his cheek.

“Stand down. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

Danny turned to his right, and saw… some sort of black blob… man, his vision was loopy…

“Well yeah, but he’sh, he’sh the one, who who shtabbed me, I wash jusht ashkin… a queshtion.” Danny leaned towards the black blob, squinting his eyes while trying to get a better look… he could sort of make out two pointy ears on top of it… maybe some sort of cape…? Just a bit closer….

“OW!”

Something stabbed his hand!

“Keep those fangs away from my father, demon!”

How rude! Sure, his teeth were big and razor sharp, and his skin was a blueish-green, and his claws were the length of an average person’s forearm, but that didn’t mean he was a demon!

“Thash sho meannnn—”

“Quiet! Where has Daniel been taken? What did you do with him?!”

“Huh..? Whad’ya mean, ‘m right…”

Wait a minute… that voice is… incredibly familiar….

“… oh! I geddit now!”

Danny reached for his blurry looking friend with his non-stabbed hand, gripping a little tighter than he meant to.

“Shorry f’r not comin, got ki’napped, we c’n hang now though! Not tied up an’more.”

He used his free hand to open up a portal to his room in the castle, and floated through, his friend safely in his hand. He thinks his friend said something to him, but…

“Shorry, wha wazzat? Ish kinda hard to… to…”

Danny’s jaw unhinged as he yawned, and his body began to feel heavy.

“Shorry, I’m… kinda shleepy…”

He managed to get his upper half fully onto the bed before passing out.

A few hours later, he woke up with a migraine, a strong sense of debilitating shape, and a shockingly composed Robin standing a few feet from his face.

Well.

Shit.

“So. Daniel. Care to explain?”

… yeah Danny fucked up.

#danny phantom #damian wayne #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #ghost king danny

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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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Can you write something with Azul accidentally/unaware swallows the mc?

You can't work for Azul anymore, you just can't! So you decide to shrink yourself with a potion and sneak into his room to find some kind of blackmail on him that you won't release if he destroys your contract. Things don't exactly go as planned...

Includes: soft/safe vore, unaware scenario, my weird merfolk biology headcanons

★✦What A Wonderful Idea!✦★

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"Alright, time to force him to destroy that contract...!" You nervously said to yourself.

You quietly explored Azul's bedroom, trying to find anything you could use as blackmail or something similar.

You climbed up to his side table, and onto his bed... it's so strange to you, how he can sleep so peacefully knowing how many people he's screwed over.

His mouth... it's slightly open.

"Is... is his mouth blue?" You asked yourself. You knew that he was allegedly an octopus merman, but... you just didn't expect him to have a blue mouth.

Cautiously, you got a bit closer, just to make sure you were seeing things right.

Now that you're this close to his mouth, you realize that his teeth... are absolutely not teeth. They're definitely not made of bone.

You ended up getting closer.

Yeah, his teeth feel more like what crab shells are made of. How strange...

Azul's lips closed around you.

Uh oh.

His tongue curled around your torso, and pulled the rest of your body into his mouth.

Well, this isn't the greatest thing that could've happened...

Ok. So your options are either 1) stay in his mouth and probably end up being swallowed, or 2) try to wake him up...

Both of those will not end well for you.

Also, regardless of which choice you wanted to make, it was too late. You were very quickly swallowed down, so... yeah, there's not really anything you can do about it now...

Azul woke up feeling strange.

He couldn't exactly put his finger on what it was, but something just felt... off.

Oh well, time to go to school, he'll worry about the issue later if something is wrong.

As the day went on, Azul continued feeling like something wasn't right. It was like something was inside of him... did he eat something in his sleep last night? He must have...

When managing the Lounge later, he noticed that one of his anemones (you) hadn't shown up to work. Even when he used magic that would force you to, you didn't show up.

"Where could they be?" Azul asked himself, pulling out his phone. "Jade, Floyd, I need to make a private phone call. Make sure everyone stays in line."

Azul stepped into his office as he dialed your number.

"Hm? Oh. Hey there, Azul...!"

"(Y/N), where are you? We need you at the Lounge." Azul demanded.

"Well, uh, the thing is... I'm, uh... I-I'm already at the Lounge."

"...is that the best lie you could come up with?" He asked, confused on what you could possibly mean.

"I don't know how well you're going to take this, but, uh... I'm kinda in your stomach right now."

"...you're what."

"Haha! Yeah! Weird, right?!"

"No, tell me why you're in my stomach, (Y/N)!" Azul yelled, bewildered.

"Funny story actually!" You nervously said. "I... shrunk myself to sneak into your room while you slept so I could find some kind of blackmail on you and force you to rip up my contract but I got too close to your mouth and you ate me."

Azul couldn't believe what he just heard.

"You were trying to find blackmail on me?!" He yelled. "Well, you got what you deserved. I'll keep you in there for a while to teach you a lesson."

"To be honest, I'm kinda surprised that I'm safe in here." You said. "I really thought I would've been in a lot of pain right now..."

"Well, yes, I'm a merman, I can control my digestion." Azul explained. "Why would I waste energy digesting if I didn't think anything was in my stomach?"

"Huh. Strange."

"Although... I think you've given me a wonderful idea on how to punish anemones who continue to defy me! I'm sure time spent inside of me knowing I could choose to kill them whenever I want would surely put them in their place!" Azul happily said. "Thank you for the wonderful idea, (Y/N)!"

"Oh... yeah. No, uh, no problem..." You sighed, knowing this will only give Azul even more of a power trip.

Great job, genius...

#i do feel that if given the option azul would eat someone as punishment #tho he'd probably get the tweels to do it for him #i feel like every now and again he'd do it himself #safe vore #soft vore #unaware vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #azul ashengrotto x reader

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shadowxamyweek · 7 months

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Here to disturb before school! ✨

Mr. Shadow, can you carry Amy's hammer without struggle?

Ms. Rose, how much does your hammer weigh?

Amy: Hope you have a good day at school! And that's an *excellent* question. Shadooow~ have you ever held my hammer? (^‿^)

Shadow: No. Why?

Amy: You'd be surprised how many people ask about it.

Shadow: What is there to ask?

Amy: You're not the sort of person who might be interested in a lady's hammer?

Shadow: Why are you making this a big deal?

Amy: I mean, it is *very* heavy. *Sonic* can't even lift it. I don't know if-

[Shadow holds his hand out.]

Amy: Ha! Knew it.

[Amy pulls the hammer from behind her back and drops the handle into Shadow's hand. There's a solid thunk as the head of the hammer hits the ground.]

Amy: Whatcha think?

Shadow:...

Amy: Heavy, isn't it. (¬‿¬)

Shadow: ...What kind of game are you playing at?

Amy: What do you mean? ┐(´-ω-`)┌ It's a hammer. What is there to ask?

Shadow: I am the ultimate life form.

Amy: Yeah, I know.

Shadow: I should be able to lift this.

Amy: Mm-hm

Shadow: Why can I not lift it?

Amy: Hehehe~ (≧ω≦)

Shadow: Amy...

Amy: AaaaHahaha! Ah- you should see your face! (≧▽≦)

Shadow: Rose! (＃＞＜)

Amy: Haha, woah! You only call me that when it's serious! Hehehe, sorry- I couldn't help it. Truth is, I don't know why nobody can lift it but me. I found it one day and it's just sort of... been mine ever since?

Shadow: Has Tails or anyone else-?

Amy: Oh yeah. Tails didn't sleep for a week trying to figure it out. I eventually had to go in and just take it from him while Sonic held him back from his workbench. No, we have no idea what's up with it. Oo! Wanna see something cool?

Shadow: ...Sure?

[Amy takes the hammer from Shadow with ease, twirling it in her grip as she digs through her pockets with her other hand.]

Amy: Cream gave me a really cute sticker the other day and- there we are!

[Amy takes a pink glittery heart sticker out of her pocket, peels the back off with her teeth, and slaps it onto her hammer.]

Amy: Okay, now watch this. You ready?

[Shadow nods. Amy holds the hammer up in one hand. With the other, she puts it behind her back and pulls out a second hammer.]

Amy: Ta-daaaa! 🔨◝(⁰▿⁰)◜🔨

Shadow: ...What?

Amy: Yup. *And* you will notice the sticker is on both of them now.

Shadow: How?

Amy: No idea. Anything that happens to this hammer happens to all the hammers, but it's still this hammer, you know? And like, I can make it bigger. I can make it smaller. Heck, I can even change the colour if I really want! But only I can do it. If I try to give you one of these- wait no I'll just show you. Put your hand out again.

[Shadow holds his hand out. Amy drops one of the hammers into his grip. It immediately changes to a black and gold hammer that they can lift.]

Amy: Very cute! You always do look good with golds and yellows. That's yours by the way, if you want it. I don't need it back.

Shadow:... There's chaos energy at play here, and I have no idea what it is doing.

Amy: I just say it's fate. (⌒‿⌒✿)

Okay so full stop the parameters of Amy's hammer in game always confuse and astound me. I swear she can just do whatever she wants and that's, like, canon.

Also, @sonichedgeblog made this post , which I reference , about how whoever pairs up with Amy in Sonic Advance 3 gets their own hammer, and how her own personal hammer changes in game.

Seriously wack. I love it. Thanks so much for asking <3 <3

#amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #headcanon #sonic #sega #sth #AskAmy #AskShadow #riyahartsalot

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globetrotter28 · 2 years

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Another Cover Up (Part 5)

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

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Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70 @xxemoluverxx @quixscentsposts @junie-keene @depressed-kay @deansbbyx @just-levyy @lacilou @ladysparkles78

Chapter Warnings: language, drugs/use, seeing masturbation

My apolo-geez.... I had family come stay, I had work drama, I had wisdom teeth removed, I had family drama, I had friend drama... my life haha

Hope you enjoy :)

Series Masterlist - Part 4

"Could you get a bigger stack of weed?" You joked as Butcher got back into the car, tossing the brick of cannabis onto your lap.

"Love... Soldier Boy is going through this shit like no one's business. He's smoking like a bloody chimney." He says looking at you.

"And who's the one feeding it to him?" You point out.

He eyes you, judging to see if you're tone is accusing in a bad way or if you're just ribbing him. Your raised eyebrow but dimple in the cheek tells him it's the latter.

"He could use the healing properties the herb offers, eh?" He winks at you.

"Hmmhmm..." you respond. "All jokes aside...," you swallow, "he's not okay... is he? Like… really.”

Butcher takes a deep breath, contemplating how to answer. But as he looks at the seriousness in your eyes, he knows not only are you going to figure it out without him saying it, but you already know the truth. And that you were a straight shooter who would appreciate him being honest.

"Love... you haven't seen wha' he's done." Butcher's Cockney accent is thick with his serious tone. "Midtown, Herogasm... something sets him off and I've seen it before."

"You think he has Shell Shock?" You frown with confusion at him.

"It's called something different now, but yeah."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You exclaim in astonishment.

"It's a lot more common nowadays... well, not common... more… accepted...?" Butcher finds himself trying to correct himself, surprising even himself.

"Accepted?" Butcher nods as an answer. "You know people used to be executed for that, right? They were considered cowards." Your voice trails off.

"Trust me, I know." Butcher's expression becomes dark, images of his days in the British special forces flashing across his mind... Lenny...

You see the images, but try your best to turn it off again. You'd been doing so well all afternoon. But you couldn't help but be curious when a young boy enters his mind though...

"What's it called now?" You ask, curious.

"PTSD... stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Post Traumatic Stress..." you whisper, testing the words on your tongue, thinking about the conversation you and Ben had on the plane back from Russia. "Fuck... I think you're right..." you sigh out, turning to look out the window once again.

Butcher looks over to you, seeing you looking out the window. He wishes for just a moment that he could be the one to read your mind, to see what it was that made you think that, when you hadn't seen what Soldier Boy was capable of doing, intentional or otherwise since coming back.

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You and Butcher pulled up to Legend’s house mid afternoon. You carried the brick of weed out, Butcher grabbing the shopping bag from the store he went into earlier.

As you entered the house and made your way up the stairs you could hear faint music playing from the room Ben was staying in. You couldn’t help the roll of of your eyes and the pang in your heart. You knew you seemed pathetic… pining after a man who clearly never felt he same way. But you felt it was easier to have him in your life some way than not at all.

You followed the voices of Hughie and Legend to the living room, where you saw Ben’s part time career as a “singer” playing on the TV, but the sound was off.

“Jesus…” you can’t help but say under your breath.

“There you are.” Butcher tosses the bag onto the free couch. As he turns to look around, he takes off his glasses, realising Soldier Boy isn’t with them. “Oh, fuck me. Is he still at it?” He asks, disbelief colouring his tone.

“He hasn’t come out all day…” Hughie answers quietly, looking to Y/N quickly.

“Are we fucking surprised?” You scoff, fingers digging into the weed.

“So did you find anything? I’d really love the freedom to reign in my own home sometime soon.” The Legend’s slightly irritated voice speaks up, changing the subject, which you’re grateful for.

“Fuck all.” Butcher answers.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Hughie. I don’t think he’s been to the three we went to in years.” You contribute. “And they’re the only ones I knew about.”

“Well I guess we’d better talk to him.”

“Right you are.” Butcher makes a move to head back down to Ben’s room, the three of you following. You stay at the rear, not wanting to be the first one to see what you’re inevitably going to walk in on.

As you all walk through the door, the music and moans are now louder and evident to everyone else. You follow behind Legend, who’s older knees are struggling to move as fast as Butcher’s or Hughie’s down the stairs into the room.

“You got a minute?” Butcher asks, interrupting the two women pleasuring themselves on the bed, along with Ben steadily stroking himself. The women gasp in surprise at being caught naked and partaking in the sexual activities, whereas Ben continues as he looks over his shoulder at the group.

“Oh, good. Lube? Huh? C’mon, I can’t go in raw.” Ben says, looking directly at Hughie.

“Please… don’t make eye contact.” Hughie begs, his level of uncomfortableness radiating off him.

“Hughie, listen, these women, they’re like fine wine. Okay, the older they get, the more delicious, but the drier.”

“Mary, Lucille, come on, chop-chop.” Legend moves between Butcher and Hughie towards the women. “Break time’s over. That shags not gonna vacuum itself. Come on.” He grabs their clothes handing them to them, as the women attempt to cover themselves and move to the stairs.

You move off the last step to the side, out of their way. They both give you a side-eye as they begin to make their way up the stairs, to which you can only scoff and raise your brows.

“What’s the problem?” You look back to see Ben has covered himself up with the silk robe he had on, joint in his hand

“What’s the problem?” Legend clarifies. “First of all. I can never fire those girls now, thank you. And second of all, this bed has seen two Jaclyn’s. You know that? Smith and Bisset.” He looks around. “Y-you’re treating it like a Reno cathouse.”

“Jesus.” Ben sighs, lifting the join to this lips.

“The problem,” Butcher interrupts, “is you gave me eleven of Mindstorm’s last-knowns. So far, Y/N and I’ve had a look at three and found fuck all. I-I’m chasing me fucking tail here, mate.” Butcher twirls his finger in the air.

“Sounds like that’s three down and eight to go.” Ben says, cockiness dripping from his tone.

“Yeah. And that’s gonna take weeks, and weeks I don’t got.”

This is where Legend decides to interrupt the conversation talking about his Egyptian cotton sheets… Ben and you both roll your eyes.

“The deal was, we get the rest of Y/N and my team, then we get Homelander.”

“And all I’m saying, is we could use a hand figuring it out.”

Ben moves to stand up. “I told you. Mindstorm’s a paranoid fuck. But, hey, if you could hear everybody’s shitty thoughts, you’d be too.”

“Thanks.” You add from the back of the room. Ben only gives you a look.

“Look, he bought up all the run-down cabins all over the place. He’s Howard Hughs without the piss jars. He’s bat shit crazy.” He lifts the joint once again.

“Mindstorm’s not crazy.” Legend interrupts from the other side of the bed. “He’s bipolar.”

“Bipolar?” You ask. You never knew that…

“He’s bipolar?” Hughie also asks.

“Yeah.” Legends answers, walking between the group.

“Does he take meds for it?”

“I believe so. At least he did.” He turns to make his way up the stairs. “Girls, it smells like sex and Bengay in here!” He calls out, making his way up the stairs.

“Lithium prescriptions are that common.” Your attention moves back to Hughie. “I mean, I doubt he’s making it. Maybe… I-if we look at all the cabins and we…”

“And then check the local pharmacies.” Butcher adds.

“Yeah.”

“See who’s handing out Lithium.” Butcher pauses for a moment, before moving to pat Hughie on the arm. “Nice one, Hughie.” He smiles.

“We’re gonna need more reefer.” You all turn to look at Ben, sitting on the bed again, a leg hitched high with the dressing gown falling down exposing his muscular thighs. He only looks up at us, joint half way to his mouth and smiles wide.

Butcher and Hughie look at each other, as you peg the brick of weed at Ben, catching him off guard as it hits him heavy in the chest.

“Erm, I’m going to start cross referencing those cabins and pharmacies.”

Butcher sees the pissed off look on your face, and the shocked one on Ben.

“Uh, yeah I’ll come help.”

After they both leave the room, Ben asks, “What the hell?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Your anger is evident.

“Um… enjoying myself. Here, take a hit.” Ben holds the joint out to you.

“You’ve been back, for what? Two weeks now?” You ask, moving towards him.

“Something like that.” He answers, breathing out his puff of smoke.

“And what have you done? Other than blow up a hundred people on two seperate occasions?”

“Hey!” He stands up, towering over you. “I told you that wasn’t what I meant to do.” He growled

“But what else have you been doing to find these fucks?” You grit out with clenched teeth. “You stay here all fucking day, screwing the help.” You admit, you know your personal feelings were getting involved, but you also wanted to find your old team just as much as he did.

“You could be here too if you wanted to be.”

“Focus on the fucking task at hand Ben. You’re acting like you don’t even want to find them.” You growl.

“Get that stick outta your ass, Y/N. I’m sure Legend has a chef or a gardener who’d love to help you with that. You’ve always been so stuck up. Get banged and banged good for once.”

You can’t help yourself. You don’t even know you’ve done it until Ben’s face is twisted to the side. But slapping him did feel good…

“You know me fucking better than that, Ben.” You seethe.

You see the anger in his eyes, but you turn away quickly and storm up the stairs. You grab Butcher’s set of keys he tossed on the table as you walked into the house.

“Y/N?” You hear Hughie’s voice, but keep walking.

“I’m taking Butcher’s wheels. I’ll be back.” You say over your shoulder, slamming the front door as you make your way to the car and start her up.

Part 6

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #the boys #the boys tv #read on wattpad #fanfic #read on ao3 #female reader #william butcher #billy butcher #hughie campbell

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dozenssporks · 3 months

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Midnight Zoomies

*a click and rustle accompany an image of Vash pulling back from the camera after turning it on. He is wearing sweats with his red coat half pulled on over it, sitting on the floor cross-legged. The room is dark and Vash is holding a small pocket-flashlight under his chin*

Vash, whispering: do yah ever feel the inner pendulum swing upward in the middle of the night and you've gotta do something or you'll bite off your own fingers? Yeah, no, I didn't think so.

*a nasal snore cuts in when Vash pauses for a breath. Vash ducks his head and glanced back furtively*

Vash: my camera guy is peacefully asleep. Jerk. When I tried to wake him up he said he'd shoot me for real this time. So everybody keep it down unless you want me shot. Which a lot of people do so I guess it's good that you're watching this from the future, haha.

*Holding the flashlight in his teeth Vash drags his bag from off-screen and dumps it on the floor in front of him. There's a lot of rattling and something that sounds like a squeaky toy*

*after an awkwardly long time Vash rummages out a crumpled sheet of printer paper and takes the flashlight out of his mouth*

Vash: here it is! Viewer questions she printed out for me! I've run out of things to do so I'll try and answer some of these. I even did the Sudoku puzzles somebody left in a drawer. Before that I picked the lock on the mini-bar and arranged everything by color. I tried to do origami with my sheets. It didn't work.

*the snoring in the background cuts off and Vash quickly covers the flashlight with his hand, an orange glow seeping from between his fingers*

*there's the sound of someone turning over in bed and the snoring resumes. Vash uncovers the flashlight*

Vash: whew! okay, let's get this show on the road.

*smoothing the paper out on his knee, Vash shines the flashlight on it and squints to make out the text*

Vash: this is a question from somebody named 'wormlife4ever'. That sounds like the name of somebody I'm gonna have to fight. Anyway, he/she/they want to know . . . oh, it's not a question. It says: 'meet me under the Eiffel tower for a tail-kicking'.

*Vash tilts his head side-to-side, then tries moving the paper sideways and then upside-down. He shakes his head*

Vash: Yeah okay you're definitely somebody I have to fight. Can't we just get along, brother? Sister? Sibling? Think of love! Think of peace! Think of the cost of catching a plane to France this time of night! S'il vous plaît, pensez à l'amour!

*there is a pause while vash screws up his eyes and looks at the paper critically*

Vash: is it weird to want to crumple up this paper and eat it? It probably tastes like my socks but I reaaally wanna do it and I'm unsupervised . . . oh, but first. Ahem. You think you can kick my tail, wormy? Do you know how many gas station burritos I've eaten? And lived?! I will kick your tail, I will kick your dog's tail, I will take on a nine-tailed fox, I will kick so many tails! Believe it!

*he takes in a deep breath and slumps as he lets it out again*

Vash: expect I won't. Because love. Peace. The dog did nothing wrong. I'm a pacifist! A hunter of the mayfly of love--hang on I think he's talking in his sleep!

*Vash leans to the right with his hand cupped behind his ear*

Wolfwood: eat--eat yer veggie-tables . . . no pudding . . . wanna lose knife privileges? Pfft. Marigolds . . .

*Wolfwood trails off and he starts to make wheezy, not quite snoring noises*

*Vash is shaking and has his hand flat against his mouth but giggles are escaping. He makes a few attempts to talk but is interrupted by snorts and giggles several times before any words come out*

Vash: I got it recorded!! I'm gonna annoy him with this for the next thirty years! Umph! I think I pulled a rib trying not to laugh! I'm dying! I gotta-I gotta go run around the block a few times before I explode! Love and peace, wormy! Say hi to your dog for me!

Wolfwood, indistinctly: Spiky?

Vash: Oh shooot-

*the video ends*

#trigun #a dozen sporks speaks #trigun modern au #trigun on the run au #running on vibes #trigun snippets #wolfwood every time he has to share a room with vash: screw saving money we're getting rooms on opposite sides of the building

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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i’m aware that it is a really sensitive topic, so i’ll absolutely understand if you don’t accept the request, but i was wondering if you could write about reader being pregnant, but unfortunately having a miscarriage? i’m a sucker for angst and your writing are the best ones i’ve read so far :). and yeah, once again it’s absolutely okay if you don’t want to do that, i’ll think of something else either way haha

lots of love 💕

You have a miscarriage ~ BTS Reactions (Hyung Line Ver.)

Genre: Angst, Very slight fluff if you squint.

Warnings: Blood, mentions of death, losing a baby, near-death experiences, and driving recklessly (w/o a license). Please don't read if you're not comfortable with the topic of miscarriages.

A/n: I'll be making this in two parts, the Hyung Line Ver. and the Maknae Line Ver. I'll try my best to update soon, let's all be patient and kind! Yoongi's and Hobi's scenarios are post-miscarriage if that makes sense. Unlike Namjoon's and Jin's, Hobi and Yoongi are in the phase after which they've lost their baby. This is to balance out the angst because I feel like this is a very heavy topic to write about.

Disclaimer: I'm no medical professional, and nor do I have first-hand experience regarding the same, so I cannot assume individual pain and emotions that any of the members or readers might feel. This is what my mind came up with and in no way suggests that any of the members or people reading this would behave or act in this way.

Kim Namjoon:

"Stay with me," Namjoon urgently spoke into the phone, willing himself to sound calm and strong even though the was the last thing he could be at that moment.

"I'm almost there, please stay with me."

"Namjoon," he heard you whimper into the phone, "please come safely, I can't lose you too."

"You're not losing anyone, (Y/n)," he snapped in frustration, gritting his teeth and blowing out a puff of anger through his mouth.

"You're not losing anyone."

Namjoon closed his eyes for a brief moment when he sped through the red light, the sound of the horn blaring from a car near making his ears ring. With his hand clenched tightly around the steering wheel, Namjoon sat up straight and pushed further on the accelerator, gulping anxiously and wiping his brow.

"Nothing's happened to me," he assured you over the phone. "I'm almost there, I'll be with you in no time."

"Namjoon!"

"What?" His voice was laced with worry and fear, briefly looking away from the road and towards his phone.

"What is it? What happened?!"

"I-" he heard something crash, his mind immediately going blank.

"Baby?" He called out anxiously. "Please, talk to me, tell me what has happened."

"Something's wrong," he heard you whisper. "Why- I'm not supposed to be- this is not-"

"Can you please tell me what has happened?" Namjoon demanded in a broken whimper. Before you could respond, Namjoon stopped the car a few meters away from your house, haphazardly parking it in a corner and knocking over a flower pot in the process.

He grabbed his phone and the keys to Jungkook's car, jumping out and racing his way to the door which he quickly opened and almost tripped while trying to make it to you.

"(Y/n)," he whispered dreadfully, dropping to his knees beside you and looking at the puddle of blood that you were sitting in.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm taking you to the hospital," he assured you, pulling your face into his chest and wiping away the hair that was stuck to your sweaty cheek.

"You're going to be fine, our baby is going to be fine," he spoke firmly, leaning down and placing a shaky kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm with you now."

"Joon," he heard you mumble into the material of his shirt, your lips wet and resting lazing over his arm.

"I feel a little dizzy."

"Can you wait here?" Namjoon asked you tenderly. "I'll get you some water, the ambulance will be here in no time."

"No," you croaked, holding him and wincing in pain. "Don't leave me, I'm scared."

"I'm right here with you," he rested his mouth over your head, pulling you closer and placing a warm hand over your lower back.

"You'll be fine baby, I'm so sorry I don't know what to do," he cursed himself with a disappointed shake of his head. "I don't know what else to do for you."

From a distance, you heard the siren of the ambulance go off, grasping the material of Namjoon's shirt and twitching slightly when another painful shock pulled through your insides.

"I'm here with you, through everything. Okay? I'm not going to leave you, even for a second. I'll be right by your side."

Kim Seokjin:

Jin's hand tightened around yours.

"What's there to be sorry about?" His voice was the first to break the tense silence in the room. The doctor simply placed the ultrasound wand back down on the table, gulping painfully and looking into your eyes instead.

"I'm really sorry," she repeated with a soft voice.

"I don't understand," Jin pressed, about to stand up in a panic before your hand tugged on his.

You did.

You understood, better than anyone.

"Can you give us a moment alone?" you looked up at the doctor who looked pained.

"Of course," she murmured, standing up and gently placing her hand over your forearm, before making her way out of the room.

"What's she talking about, Jagiya?" Jin asked you. Although it appeared as though he didn't know, you knew.

You knew Jin understood her too.

"I'm sorry, Jin," you looked down at your stomach with pain-filled tears swirling around in your eyes.

"I knew something was wrong, I- I really did. Last week, something felt off. I felt like our baby stopped communicating with us."

"I know," Jin blinked, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "I was with you through it all. This isn't your fault, not even a little, I hope you know that."

"I was really hoping that it wouldn't be what I thought it would be," your voice broke Jin's heart.

"Sweetheart," Jin placed his finger beneath your chin, gently tilting your head to look at him.

"I'm here for you, okay? Maybe our baby wasn't ready to come into this world just yet. We'll never know the reason, but I need you to know that I'm always by your side. We both will get past this, together."

"I just want to go home, Jin," you murmured tiredly. "This has exhausted me more than I thought."

"We will," he assured you ever so softly, wiping away the tear that rolled down the side of your face. "We will go home."

"Let's get this done with and go home as soon as possible."

"Alright, sweetheart. I love you."

Min Yoongi:

"Hyung?"

Jimin was worried, to say the least. Yoongi had been sleeping excessively, and it had been an alarmingly long gap between now and the last time Yoongi had eaten.

"Hyung, wake up. You need to eat."

"Not hungry," Yoongi rasped, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his head.

"You need to eat, hyung," Jimin climbed onto the bed and pulled at Yoongi's arm. "You need to be strong, right?"

"I don't have any strength to do that," he murmured. "I don't want to eat. Just leave, Jimin."

"Is (Y/n) alright?"

For a few moments, Yoongi fell silent, his eyes opening at the concern lacing Jimin's voice.

"You need to be strong for her, hyung. That's all I'm saying. I know it's difficult, but it must be ten times worse for her. It happened to her first hand."

Yoongi could only nod slightly.

"And you better go home. Pick her up from her parent's place and go back home. You can't run away from this."

"Jimin-ah," Yoongi whispered brokenly. "Get me my phone, please."

"I will," Jimin nodded. "Drink some water first, you look like you're about to pass out."

"Get me my phone."

"You're in no place to fight me right now, hyung," Jimin stated firmly, pulling away the blanket from Yoongi's body and tugging at his arm.

"Drink this, I'll give you your phone right away."

"She needs me," he suddenly murmured, gaze distant and lost. "She needs me and I've been asleep."

"It's alright, hyung. She's with family, you were all alone. So it's understandable. But you need to go back to her. And you have to be strong for that."

"She must've felt like I was so inconsiderate," Yoongi said in a broken whisper. "You're right, Jimin. How could I have been so selfish?"

"You're not," Jimin carefully placed his hand over Yoongi's head. "You're not selfish, hyung. You need time to heal, too. Hell, even we couldn't get over it for more than a week. It must've been so much worse for you and (Y/n)."

"Please get me my phone, Jimin."

"After you drink this. I'll even drive you there. Just drink this."

Jung Hoseok:

"Hyung-nim," Hoseok called out for his manager. "I need to go home right now."

"Yeah, no problem," the man nodded instantly, placing a comforting hand over Hoseok's back. "Do you need me to come with you?"

"No, I just need to go back home. My wife needs me."

"You go, Hoseok-ah," the kind man assured him. "I'll take care of things here. And you take as much time as you need. We all understand."

"Thank you, hyung-nim," Hoseok murmured tiredly, reaching out to give the elder a hug. "This means a lot to me. To us."

"Don't thank me," the man shook his head. "Just go home, and don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything. Anything at all. I'm just a phone call away."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind," Hoseok nodded gingerly. "Will you tell the boys that I have to leave?"

"You don't worry about that," his manager shook his head. "I'll take care of everything. Your wife needs you more than you're needed here."

"Thank you, hyung-nim. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Make it up to me by taking good care of your wife, please."

"I will," Hoseok gave his manager another hug, resting his head against the man's shoulder in search of comfort and reassurance.

"I will take good care of her."

On his way to the basement, Hoseok immediately dialed your number, his heart racing for reasons beyond him, a shaky hand constantly hitting his chest anxiously.

"Baby?"

"Hobi," you acknowledged his voice. "Hi."

"Hi, my love," Hoseok smiled faintly. "I'm coming home. Do you want to eat anything from out?"

"I want to have some ice cream," you murmured into the phone. "Tender coconut."

"I'll get it," he instantly replied. "Anything else?"

"I want to eat something spicy."

"Noodles? Tteokkbokki? Rice?"

"Anything," you mumbled with a soft smile. "Anything you're in the mood to eat."

"Okay, I'll get something, baby."

You heard the distant sound of the car door closing, the beep of his car turning on, and then the gentle rumble of the engine starting.

"Come safe, okay?"

"I will, baby," Hoseok assured you, placing his phone into the phone holder in his car and putting you on speaker.

"I'll drive slow and keep an eye out for the traffic lights and other vehicles. I'm coming home to you, I promise."

Hoseok wondered if you couldn't hear him when he didn't get any response from you, instantly picking up his phone to bring it closer to his mouth.

"Can you hear-"

"I love you, Hobi."

He immediately teared up at the sound of your voice, bravely wiping at his eyes and pulling on a smile so that he could be strong for both you and him.

"I love you even more, (Y/n)."

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peppenispizza · 1 year

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bedtime

no warnings! fluff stuff. peppino is insecure abt himself; binder stuff. gn!reader

Peppino let out a long breath and flumped his head on his arms after closing time. Yeah, sometimes he had sudden waves of people ordering which was g.reat, but stressful. During the day, he often tried to at it... weird and sweaty... Ugh. Just ew. Sweat made it all.. sticky whenever he stretched out and tugged it a bit for HOURS. Ugh.

You were waiting on his.. Alright, your shared crappy pull-out couch bed, watching the tv you brouht over to replace his shitty little old thing. You were messing around on your phone, bouncing a bit in place before he came up the stairs.

:”Hey!!” you scootched to the edge of the bed and damn near fell of like you normally did. He made a o dramatic show of him leaning back and groaning before standing up again. Yeah, yeah. He started taking his shirt and tank top off, and threw both of them at you like he did. Literally. Every. Night.

“Really? Still? Every night. Really.” you attempted to scold him, but you knew it had no effect. He even snickered at you, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“Orrn nerf, rnn thee shtrt.” He grinned and looked over his shirt. (Oh no, a t-shirt)

He let out sound when he finally sat back down, hard, making you bounce on the bed. And yelp. He snickered a bit, He always did that just to mess with you....But he kinda just sat there for a minute. Tired. Anxious. You scooted up to his back, draping your hands on his shoulders. Whether he liked it or not, you could tell what was up with him.

“..You need to take your binder off. You can't wear it to bed.

He just sort of made a pbbbbththhh noise while dragging his hands down his face.

“You gotta take it off. I know you feel weird but at least take it off for bed.”

Silence. ...He gets pretty insecure. And feels very weird without a shirt on, double if his binder is off.. Even though you both were together for a while, he still... felt weird about it.

“Peppi.”

He squirmed bit before sitting up making Some Kind Of Noise and peeling his binder off (a cloth binder, for upper body. You ordered five of them for him, just in case of one of them getting worn out and gets loose, and just in general if another one is dirty.), making a weird sound since they were so sweaty it felt...double weird. He still kind of felt.. really kinda naked and vulnerable in a certain way around you when he took it off.

You, of course, sat up and smiled at him, making ridiculous grabby hands until he sat next to you. You promptly pressed your face against his cheek in a smooch before going over and digging through the clean clothes pile (ew putting away laundry what the hell who does that???)

He sat on the edge of his still pullout couch bed, something you are very much trying to replace for multiple reasons, arms across his chest before you threw a huge black t-shirt onto his face and making him “GUH.” Haha you got him back for bouncing you on the bed.

Peppino let out a long breath before rolling over and lying down on his back; Patting the side next tohi moh okYou immediately crawling up and cuddling up against him before he could even get a word out. The TV was on, as usual.

He rolled his eyes a little, predicting what you wanted.”So...what are we-a watching now. Amore mio?”

“Puppies.”

“Again...?”

“Okay okay. ...What about a cooking show.”

He lit up but attempted to hide it (badly) “Alright.”

He leaned over as usual and peppered your cheek, and lips with small little kisses. Nudged your cheek with his nose right before be passed out.

“Ti amo.” was all he got out before he started snoring. He's warm. He muttered a bit, half-asleep, tugging you closer to him with his arm draped around you.

“I love you, too.”

#trans peppino #peppino spaghetti x reader #pizza tower x reader #two of my binders are looser for some reason now idk why but i hate it #and theyre so eeuuguagh taking off when sweaty #anyway enjoy ily #peppifics #haha i do things.

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ranboo5 · 11 months

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Ooh, you mentioned c!Techno — any c!peerpresurduo headcanons? I may or may not be a bit obsessed with them :)

REAL AND ALWAYS TBH CPEERPRESS THE WORLDDDDD when I was more I active I was fully a cpeerpress blog at heart tbh and I like to think in essence I still am... they really are all that matters. Under cut for. Oh my god I was worried I wasn't gonna be able to deliver but THEMMMM

Headcanons wise I'm not gr8 at dragging up novel stuff on the spot BUT . I do like to think wrt offscreen interactions - I laruve cRanboo litol Hypixel backstory . The fashion thing is extremely covered ground but I do thing they discuss also specifically the angle of like . OK so going off Techno's skin Ranboo's skin and hell even applying it to Squid's tuxedo I like 2 think that fictional Hypixel fashion sense/movements just kind of are like that (see: Myzzy design!!!) so I think they should trash on people's wardrobes. - Idr if I ever posted this but it's fine. Philza being the kind of guy he is definitely has some kind of preserved:tm: cellar and he among other things at one point gets into keeping a ginger bug. He produces a decent amount of pumpkin sodie using the farm and the bug and ofc his store is officially open to both of the other commune denizens, which they both do interpret as an "at all times" thing. Which it is, even if Phil didn't necessarily intend to get woken up by the world's unstealthiest insomniacs walking into his house in the dead of night in search of a carbonated drink - I don't know if they run across each other during this or if it's during an excursion of some kind but I have the image in my mind so strongly that at one point in conversation Ranboo as like a haha yeah semi-sequitur just drops an episode of The Horrors as like . It's not Quite a litmus test but it's there, both spontaneous and dragged out like pulling teeth somehow, and even someone more astute than Techno wouldn't have a clue what to do with it. Fortunately, Technoblade, being greatly socially competent at Chilling and Having Fun, takes only a second before going "oh yea. HATE it when that happens." I don't know what the Horrors being obliquely referenced in just enough graphic detail to be unsettling while also deeply useless in figuring anything out are so I also don't know if Techno knows how it feels:tm: or not odds are strong either way tbh but regardless of that he DOES say "oh yea. HATE it when that happens" - on a lighter note one day Techno gets sick for an excursion and fervently denies this, which Ranboo dutifully yes-ands while also handing Techno tissues every five minutes - Ranboo once explained the cobblestone decisions made about the sky city EXTENSIVELY to Techno, and in this explanation also never got around to mentioning what they were building or why. Techno didn't ask. - Techno successfully taught Ranboo at least one recipe that he did not know prior to teaching it as if he'd known it for years. If this happened multiple times it has a roughly 50-60% success rate wrt making things that are good - I think it does matter that during and leading up 2 Ho16 proper Ranboo was not in contact w/ people at the commune . After it respawns somewhere locally it takes off in disgust as soon as it can, makes for the mangled desert, falls asleep in an alcove of sandstone somewhere and is awoken when a wandering enderman chances upon the sand it's walled off with, and before it can say anything they ask Ranboo if it's lost. The question pulls him up short and he finds himself saying something like "a little bit, I guess," and the language isn't as clumsy in their mouth as it was last month and a nondescript memory of talking at Phil slowly clicks into focus Techno is dealing w/ his Distraction Of The Week when Ranboo walks back into the commune -- this week he's reading about bead recording and is trying to figure out if and how to apply this to Syndicate signaling. It's not going great. Anyway the snow rustles and Ranboo clambers awkwardly over the fence across the yard, and when Techno throws him the "sup" he just stops mid path to his house and walking circles into the snow explains that he is going to bed which manages to start a ten-minute conversation about nothing that lasts until Ranboo attempts to lean on a fencepost in fidgeting and nearly passes out asleep on the spot, in similar kind to when you pop into a Discord call for "just a minute before bed"

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hamletisintown · 2 years

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Okay so. Fictional characters and gender. I am probably going to center most of this on myself because obviously there's nothing i know better than my own experience, plus I am writing this in big part because I am trying to make sense of it so. Hopefully some people will be able to relate to this or take something from it still.

The first instance I can remember of actually, clearly taking a character's gender into account to decide whether I liked them or not was when I was somewhere between 12 and 15 (I have a pretty bad chronological memory, sorry), I was reading Code:Breaker and suddenly this character appeared and I was immediately smitten by their looks.

(i nearly forgot to include a pic qsdfghj i’m so useless)

I remember thinking "Please be a guy please be a guy". Thankfully he was and I loved him very much for it. Obviously the main reason, I think, why that mattered to me, was because he looked SO androgynous. It would have been boring for him to be a girl, in my mind, because girls looking boyish is not as widespread and gender role breaking as a guy looking girly. But that was not the only reason. An androgynous, goth-punk, cool-looking assassin girl would have been pretty out there too, but that didn't interest me at all. It mattered that he was a boy who looked like a girl, but I wouldn't have cared about a girl who looked like a boy nearly as much.

Looking back on it now, it makes perfect sense to me. "Boy who looks like a girl" is definitely a look i wish i could pull off, and "girl who looks like a boy" is nice too but not as nice to me (plus i can do it if i try, so it's not as exciting), and i don't WANT to be a girl.

I've always loved androgynous-looking characters. In fact, I remember, as a young teen, I created an character who was supposed to embody the purest kind of beauty, and made them a perfectly androgynous-looking character. I had absolutely no thoughts or knowledge of gender in my empty little brain at the time, it just felt natural to me, obviously the most beautiful kind of appearance I could think about was an androgynous one. So, of course, I was very into ikemen. I would see any beautiful, elegant, pretty boy or man in a manga and immediately be like "yeah yeah yeah".

Today, I am still very into androgynous characters, but I have also discovered the incredible appeal of characters whose gender is ambiguous not so much because of their appearance, but because they're hiding said appearance (looking at you, Bloodhound Apex Legends). Nothing sexier than a masked character amirite.

Alternatively, I fucking love monsters. And I want to open a tiny bit of discussion on monsterfuckers because like. What is it with monsters, man??? So many queer people love monsters, and there's so many layers to it. I love monsters because I understand them, as a queer person, I understand being seen as horrible and unnatural and feared and hated by people for who I am. I love monsters because, as an aro/ace, unnatural and unlikely, or even impossible, partners are so much more attractive. I love monsters because they're so gender. Who doesn't want to be a fucked up guy with big claws and teeth and eyes that shine in the night? Many people, apparently, I don't fucking get it. If you love monsters pease tell me about it. There's just so much to monsters as characters. (That's probably also many reasons why I love villains so much btw)

I forgot where I was going with this. I think my main point here is that I've always been drawn to androgynous or gender ambiguous characters, and that's one of the main things that made me realize that, oh, maybe I'm trans. Oh wait maybe I'm non-binary! I remember thinking "haha maybe the reason I like so little female characters is because i'm trans! Haha just kidding I'm not trans, it's just the internalized misogyny. Right." Which is why it angers me so much to see people (and especially TERFs and radfems) immediately and always equate "not liking female characters" with just "internalized misogyny" because, for me, it was actually the thing that made me realise I was trans.

Now the interesting thing is, after eralizing that, it still took me a long time to realize I didn't just like androgynous characters, I also liked male characters. A lot. And for a long time I struggled with my nb indentity, and I still do, but I'm starting to realize I do relate a lot to male characters and stories focused around male charas and mlm romance.

I remember reading an excellent article, and I would have linked it! But! I can't find it! I'm so sad, if anyone recognizes the description and has the link to it, I'd be forever grateful, I wanted to read it again...). From memory, it was written by a trans (possibly non-binary, i can't recall) person explaining that they had always related more to romances between men, to the way affection between men was portrayed. And like. I had never thought of this before but. Yes actually gender is not just the way you present yourself and the way people perceive you, it can also be about the way you act and the way you interact with other people. In the same way that certain clothes and haircuts are gendered in our society, certain gestures, certain ways of interacting with other people are also gendered. Idk if I'm making sense, I don't want to risk generalizing and falling into gender stereotypes too much, and also i'm still trying to understand it myself but. I think it matters a lot to me, unconsciously, the way characters interact with their significant other. Maybe more, even, than the actual gender of the people involved in the relationship.

I prefer male characters and mlm most of the time, and obviously i also really love non-binary characters of all sorts (but if you asked me to choose b/w a more female-presenting enby and a more male-presenting enby, I'd probably prefer the latter most of the time) but i have also been heavily drawn to female characters and hetero couples, and i'm starting to see a trend in those. Honestly, I was going to try and cite some examples but the moment I started thinking I immediately forgot all about characters I like. You know the feeling. I've been sitting on this post for days so I'm just gonna post it, and maybe i'll come back later to add onto this.

Hopefully this isn't going in too many directions at once. I could probably have tried to refine this more but I didn't have the mental strength to actually treat this like a proper essay and I just wanted to get it out into the world so. Here you go.

(If anyone, trans or otherwise, wants to share their own experience, don’t hesitate to directly answer by reblogging or anything! I would love to see other people’s feelings about this!)

#personal #long post #rambling

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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Aranea Serket, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 4767-4778

arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC]

AG: Hahahahahahahaha!

AG: Aaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa haaa........ man, fuck this.

AG: It's a real pain in the ass typing out long victorious laughs with only one hand, you know?

AG: Gonna have to patch this thing up somehow. May8e I'll pay a visit to my neigh8or a little l8er.

AG: Getting my arm fixed nearly ought to 8e worth enduring the stench. Aw yeah. Sick 8urn from outta nowhere. Take that, Zahhak.

AG: Haha! NEIGH8or. I can't 8elieve I only thought of that now! I 8et he'll get kick out of that.

AG: I 8et you even more he won't laugh though. What a 8oring piece of shit.

AG: I know YOU would think it's funny though. Right Terezi?

AG: Man, I sure am glad this little feud of ours is 8asically over. We're totally even!

AG: Now we can just go 8ack to 8eing friends, and things will 8e gr8.

AG: Hmmmmmmmm........

AG: Hahahaha! You won't 8elieve this, 8ut it only occurred to me now that you won't even 8e a8le to read this!

AG: Even if you do somehow manage to stum8le 8ack to your hive........ you're 8lind now! Whoooooooops.

AG: It would 8e a real shame if we couldn't 8ury the hatchet and 8e gr8 friends again 8ecause of a stupid 8ullshit reason like that.

AG: Oh, I know.

AG: May8e I'll mindjack some random chump and send him to your hive so he can read my messages to you out loud!

AG: What a perfect solution. He can 8e your assisted living slave.

AG: I would have had the perfect candid8 all lined up, 8ut he recently lost the use of his legs unfortun8ly. Oh well, I'll just roll with the punches like I always do and find someone else.

AG: Just say the word, and I'll make him do whatever you want! Read my awesome notes to you, hang some more plush dragons from your tree, pre-chew your food........

AG: Well, may8e not pre-chew it, since I didn't exactly knock your teeth out, did I?

AG: May8e more like pre-look-at your food, to make sure there are 8ugs in it.

AG: See, isn't it gr8 when we're helping each other out instead of maiming each other repeatedly?

AG: This is how it should 8e 8etween Scourge Sisters. All the maimings and 8acksta88ings should 8e saved for the friends and foes who get in our way, don't you think?

AG: Hey, what do you want to do for our next campaign, 8tw?

AG: We can take the next one easy. I'll try to think of something 8etter suited to your new disa8ility!

AG: I mean, I've ALREADY pretty much nixed anything involving stairs, 8ecause of Tavros. Lol.

AG: 8n't no one can say I'm not willing to meet people half way!!!!!!!!

AG: Whew........

AG: I'm losing a lot of 8lood here.

AG: Good thing I seem to have a ton of the stuff. We high8loods are made of some pretty tough shit.

AG: What a fucking mess, though. Not really looking forward to cleaning this up.

AG: I've got to say, your prank was pretty good. Still not sure how you pulled it off. Pretty inconvenient though!

AG: It's too 8ad you're not going to get to read this for a while, if ever. We could 8e 8onding over the gr8 pranks we just pulled on each other!

AG: Oh well.

AG: Guess I'll take off. 8efore I drop dead like some kind of loser and you never get to hear from me again.

AG: See you around, sis.

GC: WOW

GC: 1 C4NT B3L13V3 1 4LMOST FORGOT

GC: WH4T 4 COMPL3T3LY CR4ZY B1TCH YOU W3R3

AG: Hey now!

AG: What kind of attitude is that to 8ring into this memory?

GC: OH

GC: Y34H

GC: SORRY >:[

AG: Easy, there.

AG: No need to waste good remorse on such a trivial exchange.

AG: I am only reminding you,

AG: That if you 8ring too much 8aggage from the past into the memory, it is dou8tful your experience will 8e either therapeutic or cathartic.

GC: UH

GC: WH4T

AG: You were the one who invoked this memory after all.

AG: Isn't this why you are here? Is it not what you have 8een hoping for and fretting you may find since your journey 8egan?

AG: A chance to say you are sorry?

GC: VR1SK4

GC: YOU SOUND R34LLY D1FF3R3NT

GC: WH4T H4PP3N3D TO YOU OUT H3R3?

AG: Sorry for the ruse.

AG: Though it isn't as far from the truth as it possi8ly could 8e, I am not who you think I am.

GC: >:?

AG: I of course needed to visit you through a memory, and interestingly, this is the one you gave me.

AG: No ill will or upsetting hijinks were intended.

GC: WHO 4R3 YOU?

AG: Aranea.

GC: OK

GC: 4ND??

AG: And I am your friend's ancestor.

AG: In fact, I am yours too, in a way.

GC: R34LLY??

AG: Yes. Though not quite how you are picturing.

AG: She had an ancestor whom she was aware of, and technically that is who I am.

AG: That is to say, she is who I would have 8ecome on your world, had I arrived in her place. Alas, I did not.

AG: She was a figure in your history who preceded you 8y thousands of solar sweeps.

AG: Whereas I preceded your entire civilization 8y 8illions.

GC: >:o

GC: 1 DONT G3T 1T

AG: That's ok. There is plenty of time to sort it all out.

AG: I've 8een keeping an eye on you all for quite a while. Your whole planet, actually. It was very interesting this time around, to say the least.

AG: It even had a different name! "Alternia." Haha. How heavy handed can you get?

AG: The man responsi8le was a 8it of a wise guy. He rewrote everything. He had a knack for overzealous storytelling, which is a harmless enough ha8it usually. I'm guilty of it myself sometimes.

AG: 8ut it is not so harmless when the perpetrator is omniscient and omnipotent.

GC: OMN1SC13NT?

GC: YOU M34N

GC: MR M1LKSH4K3???

AG: That's right.

AG: 8ut he's dead now, and his story is over. The 8ook on our universe is closed, 8oth for my instance and yours.

AG: This 8eing the case, I thought it was the right time to introduce myself. The com8ined work of my group and yours is unfinished, and the outcome has not 8een assured.

AG: The true ultimate reward has yet to 8e achieved. No safe haven has 8een created that is free from the devastation caused 8y Mr. Milkshake's grand deception.

AG: Our race still teeters on extinction. The mem8ers of your party, and one noteworthy fugitive, are the sole survivors.

AG: We must work together to create that haven and restore our race, so that the sacrifices we all made will not 8e in vain.

AG: 8ut in order to repair the unthinka8le damage that has 8een done, we need to allow ourselves the chance to heal first.

AG: Old wounds, old regrets. They will serve no purpose on the rest of your journey.

GC: R3GR3TS

GC: 4R3 YOU T4LK1NG 4BOUT M3 4ND VR1SK4?

AG: Sure. You have to start somewhere.

GC: DO YOU KNOW WH3R3 SH3 1S?

AG: Not at the moment.

AG: 8ut the more time you spend here, the more likely it is you will find whomever you are looking for.

AG: On the other hand, if it is the unknowa8le will of the gods, you may dance around each other indefinitely as you pass through this space. It is hard to say.

GC: OH

GC: OK TH3N

GC: 1M NOT SUR3 WH3TH3R TO B3 R3L13V3D OR FRUSTR4T3D BY TH4T

AG: Well, if she had 8een dwelling in this 8u88le like you thought, what would you want to say to her?

AG: Surely you would not have just argued a8out the past.

GC: NO

GC: 1 ST1LL DONT KNOW WH4T 1 WOULD S4Y TO H3R

AG: Then what would you say to me?

GC: 1 WOULD S4Y

GC: 3V3N THOUGH SH3 D1D SOM3 B4D TH1NGS 4ND W4S TOT4LLY 1MPOSS1BL3 MOST OF TH3 T1M3

GC: 1 W1SH SH3 W4SNT D34D

GC: 1S 1T W31RD TO M1SS SOM3BODY WHO D1D NOTH1NG BUT C4US3 PROBL3MS?

AG: No. I can empathize.

AG: She was a serious trou8lemaker in your party. Many player groups have to deal with those.

AG: I feel as though we had one of the worst cases in our party. 8ut when all was said and done, she was still our friend.

GC: 1 K33P WOND3R1NG 1F TH3R3 W4S 4NOTH3R W4Y

GC: SOM3TH1NG OTH3R TH4N L3TT1NG H3R GO, OR K1LL1NG H3R

GC: 1 TRY TO R3M3MB3R WH4T 1 S4W WH3N 1 LOOK3D 1NTO TH3 VORT1C3S OF POSS1B1L1TY

GC: 4ND 1 JUST C4NT R3M3MB3R 4NYTH1NG B3S1D3S THOS3 OPT1ONS

GC: 3V3N 1F THOS3 OTH3R CHO1C3S WOULD H4V3 R3SULT3D 1N D34TH FOR 3V3RYON3

GC: W4S TH4T R34LLY 4LL 1 W4S C4P4BL3 OF?

GC: 31TH3R LOS1NG TH3 N3RV3 TO GO THROUGH W1TH 1T, OR ST4BB1NG H3R 1N TH3 B4CK, 4ND NOTH1NG 3LS3?

AG: At that moment, perhaps.

AG: You know very well the channels of possi8ility at that exact juncture resulted from her decision paths as well as yours.

AG: 8ut even so, when it comes to your key decisions, the possi8ilities are pro8a8ly fewer and more discrete than you have presumed.

AG: Otherwise you would not see results consolidated into those vortices, would you? Possi8ility would resem8le an enormous hazy field of infinitely su8tle variations and micro-choices.

AG: Imagine if at that moment you truly were capa8le of anything, no matter how outlandish, a8surd, or patently fruitless. How would this vast amount of information present itself to you through your senses? What difference would it make in your final decision if all other tri8utaries of whim spilled into the same decaying future? And what would this make of your agency as a hero meant to learn and grow?

AG: Look at it this way. Imagine that over the course of someone's life, they are truly capa8le of every conceiva8le action at any moment, and did indeed take each of those actions in different 8ranching realities. Doesn't a scenario like that deaden a person's agency just as much as one where their fate is decidedly etched in stone as a single path of unavoida8le decisions? Who exactly is that person who can and does take all conceiva8le actions, other than someone perfectly generic, who only appears to have unique predilections and motives when you examine the ar8itrary path they happen to occupy?

GC: UM

GC: 1 DONT KNOW

AG: Pardon the esoteric tangent. These are my instincts as a Hero of Light kicking in. It's hard for us to resist prattling on a8out matters like this.

GC: OH GOD

GC: L1K3 ROS3

GC: Y34H SH3 N3V3R SHUTS UP 4BOUT 1T

GC: NO OFF3NS3 >:]

AG: ::::)

AG: You may seek to understand your decisions and look for justice in their consequences. You may wonder why honora8le choices from the innocent are punished 8y 8anishment to a timeline in which everyone dies and all is gradually dissolved.

AG: It helps to understand your role, not just as a hero who must overcome, 8ut as a single capillary within a much larger 8ioexistential system.

AG: Think of it like circulatory system, where the veins and capillaries that do not help the overall flow of 8lood through the system are likely to wither and die. Those are doomed offshoots.

AG: Reality itself is using you and many others to propagate its own existence. Strictly speaking, there is only one path to its successful propagation. 8ut it still permits you to make choices. Not all that are conceiva8le, 8ut some nevertheless, as dictated 8y who you are and the challenges you face. And you are free to make key decisions however you like, as long as you understand that some of these paths unfairly or not will lead to o8livion. 8ecause those choices do not contri8ute constructively to the perpetuation of all existence, including your own.

AG: Such is the 8urden assumed 8y anyone who plays this game.

GC: Y34H

GC: 1 GU3SS 1 UND3RSTOOD SOM3 OF TH4T, BUT N3V3R QU1T3 PUT 1T 4LL TOG3TH3R TH4T W4Y

GC: 1 DONT TH1NK 1 W4S 4 GR34T S33R OF M1ND

AG: Well, you aren't finished 8eing one, are you?

GC: M3H

GC: 1 DONT TH1NK OF MYS3LF TH4T W4Y 4NYMOR3

GC: 1 US3D TO F33L L1K3 SOM3 PR3TTY HOT SH1T!

GC: D1R3CT1NG B4TTL3 TR4FF1C 4G41NST TH3 K1NG, 4ND 4LL FL1PP1NG CO1NS 1N P3OPL3S F4C3S 4ND STUFF

GC: 1T S33MS S1LLY NOW. 1 DONT TH1NK 1 3V3R KN3W WH4T 1 W4S DO1NG

GC: WH3N 1 CONFRONT3D H3R, 4ND 1T W4S T1M3 TO M4K3 UP MY M1ND

GC: 1 THOUGHT 1 H4D 1T 4LL F1GUR3D OUT, L1K3 TH1S W4S WH4T 1 H4D TO DO. NOT JUST TO S4V3 3V3RYBODY, BUT 4S SOM3 STUP1D R1T3 OF P4SS4G3 OR SOM3TH1NG?

GC: TH3N 1T C4M3 T1M3 TO DO 1T, 4ND 1T W4S 4LL H4PP3N1NG SO F4ST...

GC: 4ND 1 FORC3D MY OWN H4ND. 1 COULD 31TH3R L3T 3V3RYON3 D13 1N ON3 R34L1TY, OR K1LL 4 FR13ND 1N 4NOTH3R

GC: 4ND 1 T3LL MYS3LF THOS3 W3R3 TH3 ONLY TWO VORT1C3S 1 S4W...

GC: BUT TH3N, 1 W4S TH3 ON3 WHO M4D3 TH3 S3R13S OF D3C1S1ONS WH1CH L3D UP TO TH4T CHO1C3, 4ND COMPL3T3LY P41NT3D TH3 OPT1ONS 1NTO TH4T CORN3R

GC: 4NYW4Y

GC: 1 JUST W1SH 1 COULD T3LL H3R TH4T

AG: Which one would you tell it to?

GC: HUH?

AG: The one who fought with Noir, or the one who didn't?

GC: OH

GC: 1 M34N

GC: 1 GU3SS 31TH3R?

GC: BUT 1 W4S TH1NK1NG MOR3 4BOUT TH3 ON3 WHOS3 D34TH 1M 4CTU4LLY R3SPONS1BL3 FOR

AG: Ah.

AG: Well, this could either 8e my experience as an ancient ghost talking, or the perspective I am naturally given to as a Light player,

AG: 8ut aren't you equally responsi8le for 8oth?

GC: >:\

GC: 1 GU3SS

AG: I can see why you would feel more responsi8ility for one than the other.

AG: My perspective is informed 8y my class and aspect. It was to my advantage as a healer to see things a little differently. To find equanimity across many different outcomes.

GC: OH?

AG: There's more to the realization of our roles than gaining flashy powers.

AG: And there's more to healing than repairing 8attle damage.

AG: You killed a friend and you understanda8ly feel regret.

AG: 8ut it's done. She is gone and you are still here.

AG: Now what?

GC: ...

AG: You could look for a8solution through rationalization. Everyone would have died if you didn't take action, so why trou8le yourself with guilty emotion?

AG: 8ut there is no real healing power in 8elieving that. And I don't think it's what you wanted to tell yourself anyway, is it?

GC: NOT R34LLY

AG: Or what a8out through renunciation of responsi8ility? If you were just a tool used 8y reality to perpetuate itself, where is the 8lame?

AG: 8ut that would 8e another empty idea that has no power to heal.

GC: Y34H

GC: 1V3 TR13D R4T1ON4L1Z1NG STUFF TH4T W4Y

GC: DO3SNT R34LLY H3LP

AG: You've 8een lead to 8elieve such acts of violence are natural for your kind, and that if you're upset 8y the consequences then something is wrong with you.

AG: 8ut it isn't as natural as you might think. That conditioning was a part of Milkshake's long con.

AG: Violence was respected and cele8rated on your world, 8ut remorse was rarely felt and pain could never heal due to such empty justifications. We died out a wounded race, and you are all that's left.

AG: The process of healing first involves sifting through what it isn't, which happens to 8e almost everything your trou8led mind has to offer.

GC: TH3N WH4T DO 1 DO?

GC: WH4TS TH3 4NSW3R?

AG: There isn't one.

AG: It takes time, and is only accelerated 8y looking at things honestly.

AG: This is what I did as a Sylph of Light. Helped people see things.

AG: I could even perform the feat literally, if you wanted.

GC: WHO4 WH4T?

AG: It's up to you of course.

GC: HMM

GC: TH4NKS FOR 4SK1NG

GC: BUT 1D R4TH3R JUST ST4Y TH1S W4Y

GC: L34RN1NG TO S3NS3 TH1NGS TH1S W4Y W4S TH3 ONLY CONN3CT1ON 1 3V3R H4D W1TH MY LUSUS B3FOR3 SH3 D13D

GC: 1T R3M1NDS M3 OF H3R

GC: TH4T PROB4BLY SOUNDS DUMB THOUGH

AG: Not at all. That's a very good reason.

AG: I thought the polite thing to do was at least offer.

GC: 1TS COOL TH4T YOU W4NT TO H3LP H34L M3 4ND 4LL

GC: BUT

GC: 1 ST1LL DONT R34LLY KNOW 4NYTH1NG 4BOUT YOU

GC: OTH3R TH4N TH4T YOU S33M L1K3 SOM3 SORT OF MUCH N1C3R VR1SK4

GC: WH3R3 W3R3 YOU FROM 4G41N? 4LT3RN14 B3FOR3 V4N1LL4 M1LKSH4K3 N4M3D 1T TH4T?

AG: Yes. 8ut in a different universe instance, I often refer to as A1. The shorthand helps avoid confusion, trust me.

AG: My group of twelve played the game, 8ut failed. It overwhelmed us. A lot went wrong. The reckoning destroyed our 8attlefield well 8efore we had any hope of winning.

AG: I sought advice from Echidna, and she told me how to scratch the session to give us another chance.

AG: 8ut the choice to do so came with accepting the annihilation of our existing forms. In the new instance, we would lead completely different lives with no memory of what happened.

AG: So we did, and created A2. Your instance, your world, and your game in which we were all inexplica8ly created in the first place.

AG: As I said, this time around the world was........ interesting.

GC: TH4T'S WH3N TROLLS B3C4M3 T3RR1BL3?

AG: Not all of you.

AG: Some had lessons from the old world to teach others. 8ut few ever heard them.

GC: SO 1N YOUR T1M3, 3V3RYON3 W4S 4S N1C3 4S YOU?

AG: Not exactly. 8ut life was pretty mild and uneventful.

AG: I'm not even sure if I was especially nice, 8y our standards.

AG: Mostly kind of 8oring.

AG: No8ody from my party liked me a whole lot.

AG: I think I talked too much, and had a ha8it of 8ringing conversations 8ack around to myself.

AG: Not that it matters anymore, 8ut it was not the 8est way to make friends.

GC: H3H3H3H3. YOU R34LLY 4R3 L1K3 4 N1C3 VR1SK4

GC: 1 DUNNO, 1 W4S FR13NDS W1TH H3R 4ND SH3 D1D 4LMOST NOTH1NG BUT T4LK 4BOUT H3RS3LF

GC: 1M PR3TTY SUR3 YOU 4ND 1 WOULD H4V3 B33N GOOD FR13NDS TOO!

AG: Thanks!

AG: It goes to show, just 8ecause your race is peaceful doesn't mean you don't have pro8lems.

AG: I used to fantasize a8out 8eing someone really outgoing and dramatic.

AG: Someone who had the confidence do whatever she wanted, like go on the most outrageous adventures without caring what anyone thought a8out her.

AG: Like someone from a 8ook, you know?

GC: Y3S!

GC: 1 US3D TO TH1NK 4BOUT TH4T 4 LOT TOO >:]

AG: It turned out I actually got what I wanted after the reset. Unfortunately it came along with our people's enslavement and near extinction.

AG: Not that I really got to live as her, exactly. 8ut at least I got a chance to follow her life. And it was a very long life.

AG: 8eing here for ages has its 8enefits.

GC: 3X4CTLY HOW LONG H4V3 YOU 4LL B33N L1V1NG 1N DR34M BUBBL3S?

GC: OR 1 M34N...

GC: NOT L1V1NG

AG: It has 8een a very long time.

AG: So long, time has 8een stripped of the meaning it never really had in the first place.

AG: It doesn't really pass in the same way it does when you're alive. Concepts like "now" and "how long" are figures of speech used to make communication simpler.

AG: I've quit trying to give expression to the elusive temporal properties of this place. It's easier staying conversational.

AG: 8ut I will say that 8eing here "for so long" lends itself to a certain detachment from what you see. Otherwise, monitoring the atrocities stemming from our failure wouldn't 8e much fun.

GC: DO YOU M1SS YOUR WORLD 4S MUCH 4S 1 DO?

AG: Yes, sometimes.

AG: 8ut missing it usually invites memories of home to serve as the stage.

AG: Not that it's a su8stitute for the previous reality. 8ut the reminders of home are everywhere.

GC: WH4T 4BOUT YOUR FR13NDS? 1 GU3SS YOU ST1LL G3T TO H4NG OUT W1TH TH3M 4LL?

AG: Yes. I see them often enough.

AG: Except for one, whom I haven't seen at all since 8efore we all died.

AG: In fact, she's the only reason we are here in the first place, as opposed to merely ceasing to exist upon the scratch.

AG: In life, she was the only one I would have called a close friend, in a way.

AG: The thing is, no8ody liked her much either. We had that in common. ::::)

GC: WOW, 1TS B33N TH4T LONG S1NC3 YOU S4W H3R?

AG: Remem8er how I said the gods could keep you dancing around someone you're looking for indefinitely?

GC: Y34H BUT...

GC: B1LL1ONS OF SW33PS??

AG: Well, "8illions," yes. In a manner of speaking.

GC: 1S SH3 BY 4NY CH4NC3 TH3 TROUBL3M4K3R YOU W3R3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT?

AG: That's right. In fact, we are on our way to visit her now.

GC: OH

GC: SO TH4TS WH3R3 TH1S BR4NCH 1S T4K1NG US!

AG: Notice the moon up there?

AG: And not the larger green interloper. That one never 8elonged to my world. It is your memory, not mine.

GC: Y34H TH3 CUT3 L1TTL3 BUBBL3GUM MOONS! TH4TS WH3R3 SH3 1S?

AG: It's the setting of the memory she entered.

AG: From her perspective, she has just arrived here.

AG: Your friends should 8e joining us too, 8efore your meteor clears the 8u88le.

AG: May8e together we can 8ring the Thief of Life up to speed.

#homestuck #aranea serket #terezi pyrope #homestuck act 6 #page 4767 #page 4768 #page 4769 #page 4770 #page 4771 #page 4772 #page 4773 #page 4774 #page 4775 #page 4776 #page 4777 #page 4778 #homestuck act 6 intermission 2

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luminnara · 3 years

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She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

send in a request here!

Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all.

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency.

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week.

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

#alpha!bakugou #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader #request #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader

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monaisdark · 3 years

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AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.”

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

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Hellooo! This is my first time asking for a request here! And I've only recently found this acc and I've enjoyed reading your fics ever since. As for the request, can I ask an angst scenario about vegeta x reader where vegeta treats the reader like trash because he doesn't know how to express his affections properly and they're both lovers (bulma's with yamcha btw if thats okay). Until one day, the reader just couldn't handle his actions and is tired of being treated like shit so she snaps at him and ignores him all day. Its up to you how it ends but it'll be great to have it fluffy.

So this turned out really long! I hope this is what you were looking for! My inbox is open for requests everyone :-)

Y/N sat, grinning, as Bulma, Yamcha, and Krillin tittered about Bulma’s most recent science venture.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I need a new test subject! You’ve been through worse, right? It’s also a paid position,” Bulma said.

“No way!” Krillin said. “Why don’t you use Yamcha? Your boyfriend, your guinea pig!”

“Krillin, it’s a hair growth serum,” Yamcha said. “You’re kinda the only one who fits the bill, pal.”

“Oh haha. You know I can grow hair, I just shave it all off.”

Y/N laughed along with Bulma as Yamcha and Krillin started to squabble. Bulma nudged Y/N’s hand, and she looked over at the bluenette.

“You know, you’ve been over here a lot, lately,” Bulma said.

“It’s nothing,” Y/N assured. “Just want to spend some time with some old friends.”

“You sure? You know, last time you were always visiting because of-”

Y/N raised her hand and shook her head.

“Yeah, I know. He’s still an ass, and I’m not gonna lie, it is nice to get away from him somet-”

A sudden impact shook the ground and the group. Krillin and Yamcha were the first to stand, with Y/N gripping the table and Bulma falling to the ground. Y/N scoffed, looking out into the flying dust. She spotted the hazy outline of a blue aura, and Y/N groaned as she helped Bulma up.

“Speak of the devil,” Y/N muttered.

“Earth woman!”

Y/N sighed as Vegeta’s figure quickly crossed the field. She crossed her arms and glared at him.

“Well, well. Done knocking yourself around for the day? Come to say hello, Vegeta?”

Vegeta scowled.

“Shut up! And who do you think you are, wandering off and not telling me?”

“Knock it off man, she’s just hanging with us,” Yamcha said. “Nothing’s gonna happen to her while we’re around.”

Vegeta ignored Yamcha and marched to Y/N.

“You should know better than to leave the house without telling me first, Y/N. I can’t train and make sure you don’t get yourself killed,” Vegeta barked. Y/N rolled her eyes and sat down. She grabbed her drink and looked Vegeta in the eye as she took a sip.

“Look. I’m fine. You don’t have to start an argument every time you see me, you know. How about you sit down with us? That way you know where I am and you can relax,” Y/N said. Vegeta scoffed before turning his back.

“As if I’d waste my time here. You want to stay with your pathetic little friends, fine. Go ahead. See if I give a damn,” Vegeta called over his shoulder. Y/N watched as Vegeta marched to the mound of dust and dirt he landed on, and she rolled her eyes again as he took off.

“He seems to be in a good mood,” Bulma said, dusting herself off. Y/N nodded before sighing and leaning back in her seat.

“He’s been a real ass lately. I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” Y/N said. Bulma patted Y/N on the back. Yamcha shook his head, and Yamcha scoffed.

“He’s not exactly Mr. Congeniality, Y/N,” Yamcha said. Bulma pulled Yamcha by the ear.

“And you’re the boyfriend of the year, huh?” Bulma asked. Krillin and Y/N laughed. Y/N then cleared her throat and rose to her feet.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I should probably get going. Vegeta doesn’t need any more reason to start yelling,” Y/N said.

Krillin stood to hug Y/N.

“Don’t let him push you around,” he whispered in her ear.

Y/N nodded and waved at Bulma and Yamcha before excusing herself to fly off to her house.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

The sun started to set by the time Vegeta arrived home. He walked in, expecting dinner. What he found instead was Y/N washing dishes and setting them out to dry.

“Woman.”

“I have a name,” Y/N said.

Vegeta ground his teeth and continued.

“I take it you haven’t cooked today.”

Y/N didn’t look up; she moved to the cabinet and grabbed a glass to pour herself a drink.

“I did cook. And then I cleaned the pots for you. Here you go,” Y/N said. She gestured to the pots and utensils on the counter, then passed Vegeta to go sit in the living room. Vegeta followed her, stomping as he went.

“And do you really think I’m going to do my own cooking?” Vegeta said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“You will if you want to eat. You know, maybe if you weren’t such an ass today, I would have made enough for you to eat, too.”

Vegeta crossed his arms and glared at Y/N.

“I’m an ass? How about you, gallivanting around without a care in the world?” Vegeta said.

“I was just with my friends, Vegeta,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “You know, I don’t want to argue with you. I’m going to bed,” Y/N said. Vegeta followed her to their bedroom, and he leaned against the door frame and watched as she tucked herself into bed.

“So that's it then? You're just going to ignore me for the rest of the night? Vegeta asked. Y/N said nothing, running her hands over her face.

“What happened, Vegeta? Why are you acting like this? You know, first I thought the whole “loose cannon, lone wolf” thing was kinda cute, but now, you’re just plain mean. What is it? Do you not like me anymore? Am I just another “worthless human” to you now?”

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Vegeta thundered. Y/N nodded, eyes drooping wearily.

“Yeah,” she said. “I guess I don’t know what I’m talking about. You know, I thought people were wrong about you. You were sweet for a while, at least to me. Guess that’s all down the drain, huh?”

Vegeta opened his mouth, then closed it. He grabbed Y/N’s doorknob and turned on his heel, slamming it shut behind him. Y/N sat in the silence for a while, before sighing and laying down.

The sun shone in Y/N’s eyes, rousing her from her sleep. She yawned and stretched, and then listened. The house was eerily quiet.

“Weird. Vegeta doesn’t go off and train this early,” Y/N said to herself. She walked into her living room, and found Vegeta sitting there, flicking through channels.

“Good morning,” Vegeta said.

Y/N stayed quiet. Vegeta continued flicking through channels, only stopping when Y/N came to sit next to him. His eyes slid to the side, examining her, before going back to the television.

“I’m not training this morning. I think I need to take the day off,” Vegeta said.

Silence fell over the room, with Y/N kicking her feet against the couch.

Vegeta shook his head.

“Look, about last ni-” Vegeta began. When Y/N said nothing, Vegeta scowled to himself and huffed.

“Forget it,” Vegeta said. He started flicking through channels again, and Y/N crossed her arms. Finally, she spoke.

“Vegeta. Please?”

Vegeta exhaled sharply through his nose, set the remote on the couch next to him, and turned to Y/N.

“Well? Done ignoring me now?” he asked.

“I want to talk to you. I’m tired of yelling at each other. I just…don’t know what to say. What’s going on with you?” Y/N asked.

“There’s not a damn thing wrong with me. You’re the one creating all the problems. All I want is to keep you safe, and you call me silly. I want to know where you are, is that so bad?” Vegeta questioned.

Y/N fell silent, squinting her eyes. She placed a finger over her lips and sat before she spoke.

“Vegeta, you want to keep me safe. I can get that. But you don’t have to be…you don’t have to…” She sighed, rubbing her eyes before continuing. “Vegeta, I understand that you want to keep me safe, but I do have friends. I’m safe with them.”

“And what if you aren’t? If you’re out and I don’t know or I can’t reach you in time, and something happens to you, what am I supposed to do? Have you even thought of that?” Vegeta said, crossing his arms.

Y/N tilted her head and leaned on Vegeta’s shoulder.

“Vegeta. All I’m asking is that you loosen up a little. You can come with me. I’ll try to communicate with you more, but I also can’t be cooped up here forever,” Y/N said.

Vegeta grumbled but said nothing. A light pink dusted his cheeks, and Y/N smiled and leaned in to kiss them.

“I love you, you know,” Y/N said. A dark rose took over Vegeta’s face and neck, and he sighed as he faced Y/N.

“Yeah. I know.”

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