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sunwarmed-ash · 10 months

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I love you, friend! 💕

A couple of my headcanons for your amusement:

1) Connor likes to spend his free time playing video games (esp. farming sims) because they trigger the Mission Successful reward system in his brain

2) Gavin has quite the collection of fantasy dildos 😈

first off i love BOTH OF THESE. Very canon to me imo, I wrote the second one first, I hope you enjoy!

*NSFW warning*

Secret Box

This thing, between the three of them, that started small and innocently enough, turned into something so much bigger, stronger, and honestly sexier than any of them initially intended. So much so they closed on a three bedroom house last week and Hank, Sumo, Connor, and Gavin are moving in together.

But moving is also greuling, at least to the two humans who complained about aches and pains every free moment they could. It's why Connor offered to bring everything in in the first place. Connor would not get tired. He was specifically designed for advanced stamina. But Hank and Gavin were two of the most prideful and stubborn men Connor has ever met.

It took them a while to agree, but after Hank’s back popped in a way that was more bad than good, he threw the white flag and thanked Connor for his help before going to pass out on the couch.

Gavin lasted a little longer, but once he and Connor carried their king sized mattress up two flights of stairs, he threw the flag too.

There aren't too many more boxes, under half a dozen, and most of them headed for the same floor. He should be done and ready to lay down with his exhausted humans in about 15 minutes.

Connor moves another large wardrobe box containing some of Hank’s old suits exposing a time faded blue, 15x15x10 box that he doesn't remember packing on the truck. Or seeing before honestly.

Written all across the slightly yellowing cardboard is handwriting that matches Gavin’s, the words,

DO NOT OPEN UNLESS YOU ARE GAVIN

I MEAN IT DICKHEADS

MY STUFF, HANDS OFF! *

Over almost every surface.

A padlock opened in Connors vision and a prompt to

Open the box?

Had him biting into his lip so hard it bled, in strain to do the right thing.

Because, well it's not his stuff. It’s very obviously Gavin’s. But whatever is in there, it's obvious he wants to keep it a secret. Under plenty of warfare in fact.

What's the phrase Hank always says to him, curiosity killed the cat?

Well, Connor isn't a cat, he’s an android. But he’s also not an idiot. He won’t open it down here, in plain view of everything and everyone. He will take it upstairs, into their shared master bedroom and open it there.

Connor hasn't felt a choice impact him this strongly since he deviated. It's weird. It's just a box, he shouldn't be afraid of the damn thing. But it wasn't necessarily the box that was scary. It was the potential of everything that could be in there.

What could be in there that Gavin didn't want Hank and him to see?

Maybe it was something super rare. Like the world's only albino guinea pig.

Or maybe Gavin’s a master jewel thief and it's full of diamonds…

Or maybe Gavin’s a deranged maniac who keeps his victims severed heads in a box!

Or worse….

What if its an embarassing snapshot of Connor from the DPD Christmas party?!??!

His fans whirring in his obvious anxiety attack has him shaking his head and clearing all of the ridiculous thoughts he just had. It’s just a box. And he knows Gavin better than he knows most people in the world after nearly 2 years.

But once he opens the lid of the long traveled box, he instantly wished he hadn’t.

Mostly, because in that moment, someone had come into the room behind him, exposing his crime. And even worse, that person was Gavin.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“I'm sorry!!” Connor panics, slapping the lid back onto the box so hard its sides folded under his force. He didn't even get a chance to look at everything inside, he was too scared of Gavin’s much deserved, wrath.

“Ey, easy!! Those aren't cheap you know!” Gavin says, genuine worry in his tone and Connor’s hands pulls off the box and steps back.

Hank and Sumo are on Gavin’s heels, barging sleepily into the room to add to his humiliation.

“What’s- oh shit. Ha! I see you found Gavin’s collection.”

Connor and Gavin’s cheeks boths flushed in embarrassment.

“Hank!” Gavin scolds at the same time Connor asks,

“What are they?”

“What do you mean what are they? They’re fucking dildos” Gavin says hotly, temperature matching the blood boiling under his cheeks.

Connor looks at the box with the busted lid again, though he doesn't need to. He has the video feed already saved, he can bring up every inch of his first glimpse in high graphic detail.

“But, they don’t, look like our other ones,” Connor says carefully, reading Gavins stress levels and adjusting his particular phrasing.

“Cuz they’re not modeled after human dicks,” Gavin says again, and Connor thinks about the one on top. The one that didn't look like a dick at all. More like a tongue, easily as long as Hank’s cock but curved and shaped drastically different.

“And that feels good?” there wasn't any judgment in Connor’s voice, just genuine curiosity. He thinks that's what really gives him the upper hand and reduces some of Gavin’s stress.

“It feels phcking incredible. All of them do.”

“Some of those are big Gavin.”

“I’m well aware.”

Connor’s eyes glazed over, imagining Hank using any of them on Gavin, or vice versa. It was enough motivation for Connor to then ask, with the biggest, softest eyes he can, if he can fuck Gavin with one.

Gavin’s knees shake as he struggles to take the ninth irregularly bulging inch, but he begged for it deeper, his cock still stiff and spitting fluid all down the shaft.

“Phck,” he can’t keep the pant back as much as he wants to. It hurts, but in the way he loves, and the fact that Hank and Connor are both so obviously getting off to it only adds to it.

“You’re doing so good Gavin,” Hank praises, and Gavin feels more fluid fall off the tip of his cock onto their mattress below. He felt like he was about to lose his mind, so he’s glad at least it looks more polished than he feels.

“Con, don’t stop, please.”

Connor’s hand squeezes his hip before twisting the bulging dildo in his ass.

The pleasure that rocketed through Gavin’s body at that particular action knocks out his knees and Gavin is barely holding his face off the mattress by his elbows. “Oh my god.”

“It’s actually Connor, but I appreciate the compliment,” the robot sasses and if Gavin wasn’t so desprate for an orgasm, he might have shot something back. Instead he shuddered, and pulled his tired legs back to their original position. It lined one of the bumps of the dildo up with his prostate and Gavin was putty in Connor’s hands.

“Are you gonna cum?” Hank asks, sitting on the bed beside him, running his warm hand across Gavin's face to get the sweat out of his eyes.

Gavin nods in Hank’s hand, and then Connor’s thrusts becomes relentless. It doesn't take much at all, and then Gavin is screaming through a painfully strong orgasm.

AN: I'm sorry for the minor crack, but I just had to with the spongebob reference. It really wrote itself. You can blame Daddy Clancy for the melding of fandoms in my brain.

As for the sex toys, use your imagination or alt the links I got the inspo from 1. 2.

* do I have a box just like this? Wouldn't you like to know weather boy.

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shootmewithasilverbullet · 2 years

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New Moonlighting chapter just dropped yo

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xxwhiskeyxx · 1 year

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Love Trope February! Marriage for Convinance: Aether x Reader

Basically Aether has wanted kits since he was young, he’s known he has wanted to be a father and mate ever since he had helped his mother with his younger siblings. So when his friend (Y/N) confessed they had a similar dream. They both were good friends for many years, even back in the Pit, (Y/N) was Multi that happened to have a strong Quintessence affinity, along with Water and Earth, and they had both had slight feelings for one another, but didn’t know how to tell the other. Now while the proposal Aether had come up with was slightly for his benefit, he also figured it was a way both of them could live happily

Hailo, sorry for the late update! I was invited over to a friend's apartment who I haven't seen in a few months and while I worked on it a little, my phone died and so I lost my hot spot (she don't got the wifi) plus I had 2 English assignments due today as well

Anyways, I know this one is a little weird for the trope, I had the idea of Copia or Terzo getting with Reader as their Prime Mover to get Seestor off their ass but I've seen that done a lot and I was in a Big Boy mood, I also realized I didn't have many Aether stories anyone and only 1 Aether x Reader as of yet. So here we are

I'm sorry it's so short, I tried to make it longer but it felt like too much.

Aether and (Y/N) were sitting in (Y/N)’s room, talking about anything and everything, but the topic had soon turned to kits and mating. Aether has also wanted kits since he was a young adolescent himself, he’s known he has wanted to be a father and have a mate ever since he had started helping his mother with his younger siblings. He loved doting on the little ones, and he had dreamed of having kits of his owns the moment his little sister was handed to him minutes after being born. The soft, downy fur and hair; the little claws, tail, and pointed ears; the way they solely communicated with speaks, merps, chitters, trills, and other associated ghoulish noises until they grew big enough to be taught to talk. Aether loved it all. Even with the hardships his mother had gone through with her later pregnancies and the difficulties that always came with raising kits, he wanted it.

“Yeah, I used to take care of my little cousins and siblings all the time, they really made me realize how hard it will be, but I truly do wanna have some little shits of my own one day. too” (Y/N) says, fiddling with their tail absent-mindedly. The Quintessence ghoul had just finished his own speel of how he wanted his own kits, and his Multi friend had added on, it was no secret the pair had feelings for each other except for the other. So when (Y/N) had admitted to wanting kits of their own, it set forth a plan in his mind that was slightly for his benefit, he also figured it was a way both of them could live happily.

“Hey, I just thought of something, and feel free to call me a perv or a weirdo, but hear me out.” Aether asks nervously, (Y/N) turns to look at him, “I could never think of you as a perv, dumbass. What is it?” they ask with a short laugh. Taking a breath, “So we both know we want to be parents, and being mated obviously helps when it comes to the pregnancy,” he says, the mating bond makes it so they can feel each other’s pain and detect each other’s emotions better than not, “We don’t have to renew it after the birth, but what if we have a kit together…” he says, tail wrapped tightly around his wrist as his anxiety picks up, the Multi ghoul is staring at him with a shocked look on their face, “but he..hey, it’s one way to have kits and feel free to tell me to fuck off. I care about you and i..it’s not like we haven’t done stuff before.” Aether finishes, shutting his eyes tightly as he anticipates the inevitable rejection.

The Multi stares at him for a minute, “Sure, that seems like a solid plan.” they say. Aether’s eyes fly open and gape at them; he had expected them to call them a dumbass and perv at least or smack him and cuss him out at worst, “Re..really?!” he asks, a dopey grin erupting onto his face as he grabs their hands tightly in his excitedly, returning the smile, “Yeah, I mean I know you’d be a great dad, and I mean we both benefit. Plus you’re right, it’s not like we haven’t fucked before and my heat is supposed to start soon.” they say with a teasing flick of their tail. “Well then, let’s get started.” Aether says with an aroused smirk on his face.

(Y/N) grins as they crawl onto his lap and straddle those thick thighs, wrapping their arms around his neck, pressing a teasing kiss to the larger ghoul's lips as they grind down slightly, “I’d like that Starlight,” they whisper against his lips, “Put a kit in my belly.. Aether growls as his hands come up to grip their hips, “Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, don’t you, my star shine.” he mumbles, biting down on their lip, eliciting a gasp and giving him the opportunity to shove his forked tongue into their mouth, tongues battling for dominance as hands explore each other, (Y/N) unbuttoning Aether’s shirt as he tugs their shirt over their head, briefly separating before meeting again. Soon breaking away from the kiss, (Y/N) begins to kiss down the other ghoul’s neck, nipping and sucking to leave light marks as they grind down harder on the now large tent in his pants.

Aether lets out a groan as he leans his head back, allowing them more access to his throat, trailing his claws up their sides before gripping their chest through their bra, quickly undoing the clasp and tossing it across the room. (Y/N) whines as they bite down slightly harder when Aether suddenly pinches a nipple, rolling the nub in his fingers, “Such a pretty noise, as nice as this is, I think I want to move things along a little more.” Aether teases as he flips them so (Y/N) is now on their back with the Quintessence ghoul hovering above them.

Pressing kisses down their belly as he makes his way to his target, sucking a hickie just above their pants, Aether yanks down the offending material along with their panties before tossing them in the same direction as their bra. He takes a moment to admire the Multi’s soft skin, running his claws up their thighs as he gazes at them. With a smirk, he trails a finger up their slit, gathering the wetness that has already collected there, “Oh sweet thing, already so wet for me. It’s like you’re body is craving for me to shove my knot inside you and fill you with my kits~” he purrs, (Y/N) whimpers at the filthy words, hips bucking slightly in desperation, “Pl..please Aeth, need you!” they whine out, not able to ever say no to the sweet Multi, he dives in between their thighs.

Licking and slurping, he eats them out like he had been starved for days, tongue fucking them as he stares up at their face as melt from the immense pleasure the ghoul’s talented tongue brings them. Their fingers had twisted into his hair, along with moans of his name and “my, perfect, sweet boy, such a good boy” make the Quintessence ghoul groan, eyes rolling back slightly at the praise and the taste of their slick, Aether decides to focus more on the sensitive nub as he slips two fingers into their dripping hole, stretching and fingering them open, earning a keen from the Multi above him, their fingers tugging at his hair even more now.

“Fu..fuck, Gonna cum if you keep going like that, Starlight.” (Y/N) warns, hips bucking up slightly as the knot gets tighter in their belly. This information just spurs Aether into sucking their clit into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it, crooking his fingers up and dragging them along their g-spot. (Y/N)’s back arcs as they cum with a loud moan, hips going crazy as Aether keeps going, holding them down with his unoccupied arm as best he can as he adds a third finger in and continues his ministrations with his mouth, “T..too much, too much!” they cry, tears falling from their eyes as the other ghoul continues to overstimulate their body.

Aether decides to relent just as he feels them clench down harder on his fingers, trailing kisses up their trembling, slick thighs. (Y/N) whines, weakly tugging him up by their grip on his hair to meet him in a filthy kiss, moaning at the taste of themselves on his tongue. Their fingers expertly unbuckled his belt and undone the button on his pants as their tongues swirl around each other, pulling back for a moment and brushing their nose against the males, “Get that fucking knot in me, Big Boy, gimme your fucking kits.” they growl. This snaps the last bit of control Aether had been desperately clinging to, he practically rips his pants off before grabbing their legs and slipping them over his shoulders and lining up with their hole, pressing his entire length in with one fluid thrust. (Y/N) mewls at the sudden stretch, Aether may not be the longest of the ghouls, but he is the thickest, his girth stretching their pussy wide as he sinks into them.

Pressing their mouths together once more as he struggles to let them adjust, though it is more so just panting into each other than a kiss, “Mo..move, I’m good.” (Y/N) mumbles, arms coming up to drape around the ghoul’s broad shoulders. With a shuttering breath, Aether slowly draws out of their tight heat before snapping his hips back, setting a steady rhythm of powerful, quick thrusts. Each slam into their hole leaves both of them breathless, (Y/N) swears they can feel him pressed against their cervix as he folds them in half into a mating press. Aether snarls and buries his face into the crook of their neck, leaving a trail of hickies and love bites as he rails them into the mattress. Angling his hips slightly, (Y/N) lets out a loud scream as Aether is now slamming directly into their g-spot, they can feel the knot in their belly tightening, as well as his swelling knot pressing against their already stretched hole.

“Un..unholy fuck, yo..you feel so fucking good, Starlight, gonna mark you as you cum on my cock, feel you getting close, gonna make you cum on my knot and fill you up with my litter. Pump you so full there’s no way you don’t fucking catch.” Aether snarls, pace slowing slightly as his own end is hurtling towards him, but his thrusts are no less powerful as he moans into their neck, the way their clenching around him will be his downfall. “Cu..cum in me baby, make me cum on that fat knot, mark me as you’re own. Please, my Moon, I wanna be yours, please make me yours!, I love you so mu..much” (Y/N) cries, claws raking down the other ghoul’s back.

Impatiently, Aether slips a hand in between them and with a few quick circles to their clit, (Y/N)’s eyes roll back as they cum, clenching down hard as there is a gush of their hot cum onto the Quintessence ghoul's pistoning cock. This sends Aether falling off the edge after them, it takes a few thrusts but his large knot pops past their rim with a slick pop, cumming deep inside the Multi with a loud cry of their name, sinking his fangs into their throat in a mating claim. The overwhelming of the knot and the claim make (Y/N) cum once more, body twitching frantically around the intrusive knot inside them, earning a whimper from Aether as they sink their own fangs into him for their own bite.

Breathing hard, the two take a few moments to release their fangs, lapping at the pooling blood of their mate as they begin to calm from the frenzy they had just been in slowly. “I..sorry if that hurt, love, I can grab the first aid kit in a few.” Aether mumbles as he slumps atop them. (Y/N) groans, “You’re okay sweet boy, just please, can you put my legs down and roll over? You’re kinda crushing me.” they chuckle weakly. This catches the sleepy ghoul's attention, “Oh, sorry.” he says, gently slipping their legs off his shoulders as he rolls them to the side, cradling them to him, all while trying not to jostle them or pull at where they're locked together too much. With a few pained hisses and whimpers, they’re now cuddled together, (Y/N)’s face pressed into Aether’s chest as he buries his nose in their hair, both inhaling the intoxicating scent of the other.

“Hey..(Y/N)..?” Aether mumbles, they were absent-mindedly drawing shapes on the skin of his chest, he earns a sleepy hum of acknowledgment, “You..said you loved me…did you mean that?” he asks hesitantly. He feels them freeze, “I…you heard that, huh?” they joke, flustered, before they sigh, “Yeah…I did…I’ve kinda loved you for…I don’t know, forever ago?” they say, leaning back as far as they can due to the pair still being tied together and running their claws through their hair, an anxious quirk of theirs. The confession makes Aether smiles; leaning forward, he presses his lips to theirs, earning a squeak from the smaller ghoul, “Good, because I love you too, my Starlight, since we met down in the Pit all those years ago.” he says, purple eyes twinkling with unspoken affection and love.

(Y/N) stares back at him for a moment before their signature smile erupts back on their face, smashing their lips together in a kiss that feels like it lasts forever. Eventually, the knot deflates, and Aether helps them into their bathroom, cleaning the cum from their thighs before pushing the leaking fluid back into their cunt, “Can’t let this escape if we wanna go through with our plan.” he purrs, pressing a kiss to their shoulder. “Round 2 in the shower?” (Y/N) teases, tail trailing up their mate's thigh, the predatory grin that Aether gives them answers their question.

Epilogue

The new mates basically fuck like rabbits for days, all through (Y/N)’s heat and a little after when suddenly they begin to feel sick. Going to the infirmary at the request of a worried Aether, the mates learn that they were expecting a litter of kits, with 3 little specs on the screen. The pair excitedly go through the rest of the appointment as fast as possible before booking it back to the den, “What’s gotten into you two, besides each other?” Swiss cackles, earning a smack to the head from Mountain, “Be nice” his mate growls at him before turning to the mates, “How did the appointment go?” the Earth ghoul asks, ignoring the now pouting Swiss that crawls into his lap. (Y/N) looks at the Quintessence ghoul, “Should I tell them or you?” they ask, Aether smiles, “Together?” he suggests.

By now, all of the ghouls in the common room have their attention focused on the pair, taking a deep breath, “We’re gonna have kits!” they say together, (Y/N) placing a hand on their abdomen. There is a moment of silence before the den erupts into whoops and screams of excitement, the ghoulettes damn near shove Aether out of the way as they fuss over (Y/N), who giggles and relishes in the attention from their favorite girls. “Oh my Satan, how many!” Cumulus squeals, gently pressing her hands onto (Y/N)’s belly and smiling at her friend. “The doctor said 3 in the ultrasound we did!” (Y/N) says excitedly. Aether is getting slaps on the back from Sodo and Mountain while Swiss and Rain jokingly glare him down and threaten to make him eat his dick if he ever hurts their Multi friend, the other Multi and Water ghouls being quite close to his mate. He agrees with a sheepish smile before arms wrap around his waist from behind, “I guess our kits are definitely going to be spoiled by a huge pack.” (Y/N) teases, pressing a kiss to the larger ghoul’s back. Placing his hands atop theirs, Aether erupts into a loud purr, “Yeah, yeah, they are.”

#aether x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #aether ghoul #love trope febraury #marriage for convinance #please help me be more responsible #whiskey's burbling barrel

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sleepy-edits · 2 years

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#inuyashaedit #oldanimeedit #dailyanimatedgifs #anisource #inuyasha #kagome higurashi #the flirting....has begun <3<3 #yes im trying out differnt fonts bc im not exactly convined w any of them...#cant FIND the perfect font for the subs...any suggestions? askbox #they look so cute here #love it #inuyasha character

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nightmarecrypie · 2 years

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rhube · 1 year

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What happens when you don't report pornbots

What you can see here are among the most popular posts for the convin (Connor/Gavin Detroit Become Human) tag for the last month. And presumably lollipop, cityscape, rick day, eva long, dostoyevsky, and all the other random, unrelated tags added to these posts.

You can see two identical posts made by separate bots that feature a bit.ly (so, disguised, you don't know whether the address is safe/where you're going) link to a website that contains an image of a pretty young woman (but who knows what else).

Each post is liked by about a dozen other bots, and only bots. (I reported them all, so can confirm their profiles were obviously those of bots/porn bots.) Some of them even use the same image in the pfp. Some are developed blogs full of porn images, some are clearly newer and don't even have a pfp yet. They are all gaining legitimacy from each other by the likes which act as links to their Tumblrs, and adding legitimacy to the post they have liked, which links to their ultimate goal: the site where they make money in undoubtedly dodgy ways.

They are doing this to legitimise their websites for search engines like Google, but if you don't care about that, it has the same effect in your Tumblr tags.

If we don't stop them, ALL your favourite hashtags are going to be full of meaningless posts like this, and probably porn you don't want to see (very different from porn you DO want to see).

This is why we report and block, lads. Not just because they are annoying and irrelevant to us, but because if we don't stop them they will take over this hellsite, and they very clearly do not understand the nature of the hell in which we live.

[Edit:] I didn't expect this to go beyond my feed, who already know this, but report as SPAM. I've already reblogged other people with that addition on this post twice, so I won't reblog clog up the feed again, but I'm editing the original post so if anyone sees this (who didn't see Neil Gaiman's addition that said to report as spam) they'll see it here. That's the best I can do.

#pornbots #spambots #report and block #tumblr search

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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It's How I'm Made

Tenth Doctor x Genderfluid!Reader

Summary: The Doctor has been especially protective of you since your coming out, even willing to go to bat for you in the face of aliens that look like they could probably snap him in half. Can be read as a sequel to On the Brave Shit.

Soundtrack: YES MOM by Tessa Violet

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Enbyphobia. Misgendering. Anxiety.

"Do you really think you can stop me, little girl?" the alien in front of you taunted, and you hated that it worked, that you wavered, that you almost lost your grip on the pipe you were using as a makeshift weapon.

The alien laughed, rubbing salt on the wound.

"Oh, come on now," you heard the Doctor say from behind you. "You can't be that dull. I mean," he paused for effect, scratching the back of his head as he awkwardly shuffled closer, "that's obviously an adult human. And, also, he's clearly a man. I mean, look at him!" The Doctor motioned vaguely at all of you, with a knowing look shot to you before shifting back into a passive expression.

Your heart swelled, though, and with a new surge of confidence your grip tightened and you stood firmer, facing off the alien with a glare.

"Don't be ridiculous, this is obviously--"

"An adult human male, yes," the Doctor cut in, followed up with a dramatically exasperated sigh. "Really, you'd think an alien from a planet with sixty-seven genders would get it, wouldn't you?" he asked, turning to you.

You blinked. "Sixty-seven?"

"Oh, yes," the Doctor said cheerfully. "And, remarkably, none of them are 'male' or 'female.' I mean, they have a few that are close enough, at least in terms of what a human can wrap their head around."

"Oh." That explained why the alien in front of you seemed... like a guy? You thought, anyway.

"Could also be the perception filter," the Doctor commented absentmindedly. "Anyway. Apologize to my friend, please." You knew the Doctor well enough to tell when he was no longer making polite requests. When he was angry.

And by God, he was pissed.

The alien, luckily, seemed to catch onto that. It turned to you, bowing deeply. "My sincerest apologies."

"Oh. Er... accepted?" You weren't... really sure what to make of this whole situation. It wasn't every day you got misgendered by an alien from a species with sixty-seven genders yet couldn't seem to grasp the idea of gender presentation.

As if no transgression had passed, the Doctor effortlessly moved on with a grin. "Now, how about we get you home?"

After you and the Doctor had dropped the alien off on its home planet and you had met, by your estimate, sixteen and a half of those aforementioned sixty-seven genders, you leaned against the TARDIS doors while the Doctor flipped random switches on the console -- you swore it was different every time.

"Are you all right?" the Doctor asked suddenly, and it was only then that you realized there were tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Erm, y-yeah, I'm... fine."

He did not look convinced -- understandably.

"Listen, what that alien said --"

"Is that all people see when they look at me? A little girl playing dress up?" you asked suddenly, stopping the Doctor in his tracks. "Is that all I'll ever be?"

The Doctor looked so devastated for a moment before he cleaned up his expression and replaced it with his carefully curated neutral default.

"I thought--" You were cut off by a sob that you did your best to choke back. "I thought I looked so great today."

"Hey, now," the Doctor said, joining you at the door in a few long bounds. You stared up at him hopelessly. "You do look great," he assured you as he leaned against the door with you. "You look how you want to look, and that's what matters. Right?"

"Not if people don't see me as what I'm trying to be."

"Oh, there's no trying," the Doctor said. "You are what you are. Other people don't matter. Even I don't matter. The only person, or alien, or whatever, who matters is you."

The way he looked at you made your heart swell, but you still weren't entirely convinced.

"Do you feel masculine right now?" he asked.

"Not really," you answered honestly.

"... Right. Well. I should've expected that. Okay. Did you feel masculine before that alien said anything?"

"... Yeah," you answered, still honest.

"Then you're masculine. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Especially an alien from a species with sixty-seven genders and yet no concept of being a different gender than the one you were born as."

"Do they have trans aliens in that species?"

"Yes! That's why it's so baffling!" the Doctor sighed exasperatedly.

"Oh, so they're just.... like, a mega bigot," you observed with a laugh. The Doctor returned the sound, and the two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles that lasted way too long, yet not long enough.

#tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #doctor who x reader #the doctor x reader #the doctor x you #reader insert #queer reader #genderfluid reader #trans reader #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #doctor who #the doctor #david tennant

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sweeteatercat · 1 month

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#ao3 #fanfic #my wrtitng #detroit become human #convin

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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ok ok I just randomly had another thought. Reader and Steve have always known they'd have kids eventually, but Steve's been trying to convince her to start trying for ages and she keeps being like yeah soon soon just not yet. so Steve's casually mentioning it the morning of his X birthday as he and reader snuggle in bed, and she's giving him the same old story later later--they've developed this whole routine so it's not a big deal when it happens. he has such baby fever it just comes up at any opportunity these days.

so they have his birthday party with the whole gang. and I don't know how you're going to do this but maybe Robin brings her niece?? and we get to see Steve interact with this little baby and his baby fever is just getting worse. and obviously he's adorable and so good with this baby and doesn't want to give her back.

and after everyone finally leaves the party you have two presents for him. first, some very sexy lingerie (you've never worn anything like this before and Steve is going to have to work very hard not to tear it to shreds when he rips it off of you) and so you're getting busy and you're about to really get into it but you have a second gift for him... you're finally ready to start trying for a baby so you give him something that signifies that. I like the idea of giving him your IUD in a velvet jewelry type box but maybe that's anachronistic? I have no idea I just want him to look up into your eyes and know exactly what that is and be like babe? are you serious?

and then we watch this poor boy lose his fucking mind going to town on you (opportunity for breeding kink but not necessary)

I know you have lots of other fic ideas you're working through Erin. I mostly wrote this bc I thought you might like it--no pressure to actually write it if it's not interesting to you!

ok love you bye 🔥🏀

YES HOLY YES. I love this so much I can’t wait for you to read this. Just IMAGINE the disbelief and happiness!

Yes, I’m using another gif of him shirtless in the upside down. Am I sorry? No.

Birthday Wishes

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to yoooouuuu!”

Steve groaned, opening his eyes, seeing you laying next to him, head propped in your hand. You were beaming and singing at the top of your lungs.

“Happy birthday dear Steeeeeve,” you continued.

“You’re a horrible singer, you know,” he mumbled sleepily.

You didn’t let that deter you from finishing the song.

“Haaaaappyyyy birthday toooo youuuu!”

He chuckled, amused by your performance.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled, kissing your nose.

“Did you like the song?” you beamed.

“Eh. 5 out of 10,” he joked.

You gasped dramatically.

“Five out of ten? You hurt me.”

You knew good and well that you couldn’t carry a tune to save your life, so you didn’t take the teasing to heart.

“The look on your face when you woke up was priceless though. You looked like you were in pain.”

“I was. At least my ears were,” he grinned.

“Asshole,” you laughed, hitting his chest.

He laughed, pulling you closer to him.

“So, are you looking forward to your party today?” you asked, laying your head in the crook of his arm.

“I am,” he said, “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such great friends and a girlfriend to throw me such an extravagant party.”

“Only for the best birthday boy,” you beamed.

“You know what would really make it the best birthday ever?” he asked, nosing your cheek.

You had an idea where he was going with this and you snickered.

“Hm? What would that be?”

“If you finally agreed to start trying for a baby.”

You felt his pout against your collarbone and you laughed inwardly.

Starting a family was something you and he had discussed many times before. It was something you wanted to, but you’d been putting him off, telling him soon. At first, it was because you wanted to wait a bit, but for last few weeks, it had been for a different purpose.

“Soon,” you promised.

He frowned, though didn’t look upset by your answer, just looked like a puppy trying to convince its owner to drop a piece of meat. He was literally giving you puppy dog eyes.

“You’re going to deny me on my 21st birthday?”

His pout deepened and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“What’s so funny?” he huffed a laugh, all smiles again.

“You just look so cute when you give me the puppy dog eyes,” you smirked.

“Cute enough for a baby?”

“Ah, nice try,” you grinned, wagging your finger at him, “Someone better be a good boy if he wants his presents later.”

“Like at the party later?” he questioned, brow raised.

“Like in private, later.”

Your smile was devious; his interest was piqued.

“I like the sound of that,” he hummed, leaning in for another kiss.

You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“You need to get ready for your party, big boy. You can’t be late for your own birthday party.”

He relented, sitting up in bed. He threw you a smirk as he headed to the bathroom.

“Who cares? I’m the man of the hour anyway.”

•

“I don’t know which birthday song was worse, yours or all the kids’ screaming version,” Steve muttered to you, taking a bite of his cake.

“You love them,” you laughed softly.

“I do,” he grinned.

“Look who I brought!” came a singsong voice.

“It’s about time Robin showed up,” Steve rolled his eyes, “Always late for something.”

“This time you’ll be thrilled when you see why,” you said, pointing over his shoulder.

Robin had brought her niece, Anna with her. The little girl was just barely six months old, full of curiosity and spoiled rotten already by her auntie Robin. You and Steve absolutely loved Anna.

“Better go get you some baby cuddles,” you told him, “Before Joyce spots her and hogs her for the rest the afternoon.”

Joyce was so maternal and a great mom to her two boys, Jonathan and Will and her adopted daughter El. She loved deeply and fiercely, willing to go to bat for her kids at any time. She was starting to get anxious for grandkids though and you were positive whenever you and Steve had kids, she was adopting them as her own grandkids.

“Already on my way.”

You laughed, watching Steve make a beeline for Robin, taking Anna in his arms. He smiled at her, talking to her and booping her nose with his finger.

Seeing Steve with the kids and babies especially, did weird things to you. You felt a bit of a longing, wanting that to be your own baby. You felt love, seeing how good he was with them. You felt desire, the desire to want to have his babies.

You took a sip of your drink, eyes still glued to your boyfriend.

All in due time.

•

“I’m not sure who spoils her more, you or me,” Robin watched Steve with a grin.

“Definitely me,” he affirmed with a nod, “But she’s just too sweet not to.”

He pretended his hand was a tickle monster, it attacking her tummy making her squeal with laughter.

“Is that funny, is that funny?” he cooed to her, kissing her head, “Uncle Steve loves to make you laugh.”

“You have such baby fever right now,” Robin shook her head.

He groaned.

“I know. I can’t help it.”

“Y/N still hasn’t changed her mind?”

He frowned, shaking his head no.

“She says she wants to. At least she has before, but she just keeps saying “later” or “soon”. What if she’s changed her mind and doesn’t want kids? Or worse, doesn’t want kids with me?” he frowned, brows furrowing at the thought.

“I think you’re just overthinking it,” she said plainly.

“Why do you say that?”

“One, she’s crazy about you Steve. She loves you so much. I doubt she doesn’t want to have kids with you. Two, it’s a big deal, Steve. It’s a big responsibility and maybe it still scares her. Just give her time. Although,” she smirked, peering over his shoulder, “The smolder of her gaze is enough to set your entire outfit on fire, which I’m sure she’d welcome right about now.”

He turned around, seeing you staring at him. You smiled, waving at him innocently before turning to a conversation Max and Dustin were having.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, bewildered.

Robin was just giving him a knowing smirk.

“Just the way she was staring at you just now, while you’ve been holding Anna? She’s practically screaming “let me have your babies!” Steve.”

“I think you’re exaggerating.”

“And I think you’re blind,” she retorted, “I’m telling you, all you gotta do is seduce her a little cause she looks ready for it.”

“Ugh, ew, Robin. I am not discussing my sex life with you.”

“Thankfully,” she shot back, dryly, “All I’m saying it that you should keep trying. I think you both are going to make great parents.”

Steve smiled, handing Anna the toy that had fallen out of her grasp.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

•

Before the party wrapped up, you’d excused yourself claiming you had to prepare Steve’s present from you. Technically, you were.

You left specific instructions with Robin to let Steve know where to find you when the last person left. You squirm anxiously when you hear his footsteps coming down the hall.

You sit on the end of the bed, waiting anxiously, chewing on the bottom of your lip.

“Babe?”

“In here,” you called back, sweetly.

The door opened and he froze in the doorway, jaw practically on the floor. You hadn’t done anything like this before, so you were a tad nervous at his silence.

You’d bought a matching lingerie set—rose red. It was a sexy, lacy bra and panties set that you felt extremely self-conscious when you’d slipped it on earlier, but his reaction looked promising.

“Damn,” he breathed, “Happy birthday to me.”

You giggled.

“You like?”

“I love.”

He was already pulling his shirt over his head and it was left on the floor by the time he reached you, hand sliding into your hair, kissing you roughly. You moaned appreciatively as his other hand squeezed your breast through the lacy thing, so thin he could feel your nipple pucker through it.

“I’m gonna…” he managed between kisses, “Rip this…” Another rough kiss. “Fucking outfit off you.”

“Please don’t,” you grinned, tilting your head, eyes closing as his lips feasted on your neck, “It was pricy and I was hoping we might be able to use it again.”

His teeth sank into your neck and you gasped at the sensation, his tongue licking over the bitten area, soothing it.

“Hell yes. You’re never getting rid of this.”

Your laughter turned into moans as his hand dipped into one cup of your bra, fingers pinching at your nipple. The slight pinch sent sparks of electricity straight to your clit that had quickly began throbbing, your need for him multiplying in every passing second.

His mouth was back on yours, as you fell back on the bed, him hovering over you. His knee was situated between your legs and you subconsciously ground against his thigh as his tongue moved with yours.

“So needy already baby?” he whispered, hands gliding over your stomach, hooking it into the waistband of the red, lacy panties then snapping it gently against your skin.

You didn’t care that he’d hardly done anything to you and you were already moaning for him as you answered him.

“Yes,” you groaned, “Need you so bad, birthday boy.”

You bit your lip at the growl came from deep within his chest. His hand rubbed over your now dripping pussy, positive he could feel just how wet you were through the material. Somehow, he also managed to unhook your bra with one hand, nimble fingers hard at work.

You slid the straps down your arms, slowly, seductively as he watched you with desire heavy eyes. You tossed it across the room and he took you in with an approving moan. He was hard and throbbing, you could feel it against your hip.

“Get those off,” you ordered, nodding to his jeans.

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled, standing up long enough to rid of them, returning to hover over you in just his boxers.

“As much as I love these,” he said, leaning down, his tongue trailing over the skin right above the band of your underwear, “They’re gonna have to go.”

“Unwrap me, big boy,” you taunted.

You pretty sure you heard a tiny rip in the underwear as he practically clawed them off like a wild animal. His finger circled your clit, as he kissed your hip bone tenderly before sucking harshly on the area.

You arched in reaction, nudging him with the side of your knee.

“Steve,” you breathed, “Before I become too far gone. I have one last present for you.”

He looked up at you, heat in his eyes.

“What could be better than this?”

“Just wait. I think you’ll like this.”

You sat up, leaning over to pull open the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a velvet jewelry box.

“Aw, you got me jewelry? You shouldn’t have,” he quipped sarcastically, sitting back on his ankles.

“Shut it butthead,” you laughed, “It’s what’s inside. Open it.”

You handed it to him and he opened it.

“Um your birth control pills?”

“Look closely,” you murmured, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth, “I haven’t taken it for the last two weeks.”

His eyes snapped up to yours.

“What are you saying?”

He had an inkling of an idea, but he had to hear it come from your mouth just to be a hundred percent sure.

“I want to have a baby. With you, Steve.”

That was all it took. He disposed of the case on the nightstand, not caring if it made it to the surface or fell to the floor—although it was a thoughtful and a gift he loved, he had more important things to take care of in the moment.

His hands cupped your face as he kissed you hard, passionately, full of the fire and longing and happiness he felt. You were already tugging on his boxers, pushing them down as you kissed him back.

“Let’s put a baby in you,” he growled against your lips.

“Yes sir,” you teased.

The teasing lilt didn’t last long though when he thrusted roughly and deeply into you, making you moan in an unusually wanton way. His mouth found your pulse point, sucking on it. You were sure he could feeling your racing heart beneath his lips.

It’s like you’d unleashed something wild in him tonight as he thrust into you roughly, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises on them from his fingers.

His hands snaked under your ass and lifted your hips just enough that with every thrust his pubic bone hit your clit, making you see stars behind your eyes. Your legs were wrapped around his back, hands grabbing his own ass as you tried to push him deeper into you.

It was rough, sweaty and passionate sex. In fact, it was the most intense sex you’d ever had with Steve and it was hot. There was something primal about it as you let your body be completely lost in his, moaning without abandon.

Your moans had become a chorus of Steve, oh god and yes. His usually perfectly swooped hair now fell into his face, giving him a sexy, rugged look, the ecstasy written into every micro expression on his face.

His hips tilted the slightest, hitting a delicate spot so perfectly, it made you arch into him with a whine. Your body was buzzing and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“So good, baby,” he groaned, eyes falling shut, “Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum.”

His words were as good as giving you an electric shock and your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm coming dangerously close to unleashing itself throughout your body.

“Steve,” you whined, chest heaving as you reached between your connected bodies to rub your clit.

With a growl, he knocked your hand away, replacing it with his own. Your mouths met in a sloppy kiss as you both got closer to undeniable bliss.

His mouth attacked your neck, sucking hard enough that you knew there’d be bruises left later. His moans were muffled by your skin, but somehow that made it even better as he worked you until you were trembling.

“Cum for me, baby,” he uttered just as you could no longer hold back.

He was throbbing inside you and the feeling became too much as you squeezed around him again, fireworks going off in your head, whole body arching into him.

You cry was pleasure filled as your fingers and heels of your feet dig hard into his skin, the orgasm powerful and swift as it swept through your body. Within a few more thrusts, he was following you, his eyes squeezed and lips parted in such a beautiful sight.

Your soft moan was met with a kiss as you felt the warmth of his release dripping down your thighs. You loved feeling him cum within you, but it was even more special tonight after your gift.

He thrust a few more times, pushing his cum back inside you and smirked against your lips as you squirmed at the sudden sensitivity.

“Gotta make sure it keeps, babe.”

When he pulled out of you—even as sensitive and sore you were—you missed the fullness, the stretch and kinda immediately wanted him back inside you.

He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, sliding it under your hips and elevating your lower half. You watched, amused, even in your half dazed and sated state.

“I read somewhere to keep your legs propped up for at least half an hour after sex if you want to get pregnant,” Steve explained sheepishly.

You grin, obliging him as he settles next to you.

“You know, it’s a lot more fun if we don’t get pregnant right away,” you pointed out.

“Jesus,” he breathed, “You keep doing that to me and I just might die.”

“Well, people always say trying is the fun part,” you smirked.

“I’m definitely not denying it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand over your stomach, pulling you closer for a kiss.

“Thank you for making my birthday wish come true,” he smiled, his forehead resting against your own.

You had a devious smile on your lips as you pulled back so you could look at him more clearly.

“Oh honey, we’re only just beginning the celebration.”

He groaned as he captured your lips with his, once again climbing over you.

The birthday boy was going to be in for a night of celebrating, that’s for sure.

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katlakitty · 8 months

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Thank you

I just wanted to post a quick thank you to everyone who put up with my madness during the creation of my DBH Big Bang 2023 fanfiction.

This is going to be a long post, guys.

Everyone on the discord server, doesn't matter if they were taking part in the event or just cheering, were incredible and always willing to help if you got stuck or needed a little push to get going again.

That being said, I wanna thank a few people in particular for helping me get this fanfiction done.

First of all: @batbootie for beta reading almost the entire thing. Your comments really helped me flesh out the story and... correct my spelling and grammar. You've done an amazing job and you powered through the chapters, spamming me with notes. Thank you so much!

Also thank you to @timefliesinadream, @intheyellowandgreen and @mangabirdao3 for helping me out when I got stuck and needed help with the plot or got insecure about a scene.

Now to my two two incredible artists!

Thank you to @cptjh-arts working with you is always a joy and I love getting the little sneak peeks of your drawings! You didn't just create art, but you were also pushing me to keep going, cheering me on during the entire event. I love the art you created for my fic (and for the other bazillion other fics you managed to snatch). Keep being awesome :D

Thanks to @yvy-900 who created a lot of renders for my fanfiction, bringing so many scenes to live. You powered through the creation of these renders and I'm still amazed and in awe every time I look at them. Your renders are incredible and I enjoyed working with you. :)

I wanna end this post with a thank you to the mods of @dbh-bb2023 who organised the entire event and brought us all together. They did an incredible job organising and managing this horde of lunatics of event participants. Lunatics in the best way possible, of course! :D

If you haven't seen my fic yet, you can find it here.

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

The Eden Club

Chapter 5: Closing time

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Ships: Honnor(main), Convin(secondary), Hankvin(previous), HankConVin(Eventual)

Rating: Explicit (sexual content)

Tags: Eden Club AU, Post-Revolution Hostile Public Opinion, Undercover android, relationship dRaMa, sexting, blow jobs, all the HankVin backstory you could ever want, Evil Kamski, eventual poly, Sex worker Connor, Angst and smut

Summaries:

“Is this about Connor again?”

Tina’s voice to his immediate left had him nearly toppling out of his chair in surprise. He slapped a hand over his heart dramatically indicating she almost gave him a pulmonary attack before sending her his trademark fuck off glare and finger.

“What? No, why the phck would it have anything to do with that plastic prick?”

She smirked and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Well A, because if you stare at your mug any harder I think it's going to explode, and B, you only look that way when you're thinking about Hank, or more recently, Connor.”

Gavin scoffed.

“What are you, a cop?”

That got a genuine giggle out of Tina, and Gavin’s heart immediately ached at how much he'd missed the sound of her laughter.

“Yes, a damn good one too! Even if my superior is kind of a dick.”

Gavin raised a challenging eyebrow.

“Yeah, what's that make you?”

She rolled her eyes fondly.

“Someone who's known you for far too long, and regrettably, far too well. So come on, what’s eating you?”

Gavin looked up from his best friend just in time to catch Anderson coming out of the breakroom with a new mug of coffee. He shook his head.

“We can't talk here.”

She shrugged.

“I could use some fresh air...”

“I’m sorry Lieutenant,” Connor practically purrs when he’s allowed to speak again.

Hank’s breath hitches on the inhale, and when Connor's soft, doe eyes look up into Hank’s fully dilated pupils, does the android know he has him.

“D-Don’t call me that, not when we're like this,” Hank pants unsteadily.

Connor can't help it, he has to take the low-hanging fruit, it's too hard to resist.

“Like, what, Lieutenant?” he asks innocently, pushing his own body up against the humans until their skin met through their clothes in almost every place. Connor was hard, that was apparent the second he came in contact with Hank’s thigh. But luckily for his pride, Hank was hard too, and its presence against his thigh has Connor groaning in pleasure again. His hands itch to touch it, but he doesn’t want to ruin anything with Hank, so he starts with one hand on the taller man’s hip, the other draping around his neck and shoulder.

A groan finally breaks through Hank’s tight throat, and Connor cheers internally in victory.

“You know damn well what,” Hank finally says, defeated by his own libido and ‘assigned prototype android’.

“Why would I do that Lieutenant? You obviously like it as much as I do.”

Connor’s fans are working so hard to cool his systems it’s audible to both of them and it boosts the human’s self-esteem enough to get his own hands moving, gripping each of Connor’s hips tight. His smile reaches his ears.

“You still didn't answer my question,” Connor tries again gently because although their ‘activities’ have lowered Hank’s stress levels, they are still plateauing at 57%.

Hank shook his head hard, something bursting behind his eyes to be heard, but it wouldn't be tonight. Not if they wanted this to continue.

“I don't want to talk about him now, please,” Hank begs, and as soon as the stress levels bump up to 64%, he yields.

Connor makes a quick pivot. He’s overstepped and now it was time to do damage control. Lucky for him, he got a crash course on how this works tonight.

“What would you like to talk about Hank?” he purrs, letting his hand now rake up Hank's thigh until he felt the heated head of the man's cock through his nighttime pants. His precum is soaking through the thin material and Connor’s fingers trace it.

“I don't want to talk much, honestly.” Hank moans into the touch and his hips push forward.

Connor smirks, he can work with that.

“Do you want, maybe, something like this, instead?” He asks, looking up at Hank with the most innocent look he could muster before starting a slow descent to his knees.

“Fuck,” Hank gasps, and that does have Connor chuckling.

“Yes, I suppose we could do that too.”

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Yandere Byakuya Togami and Yandere Toko Fukawa

They choose you

Whether you seek one of them out or avoid them entirely

They cage you in

One of them seeking you out enough to entice the other to gain interest as well

If its Toko its an immediate enticement

That she makes quite public

So now she frequents between following you and Byakuya

And for the record Togami is not jealous

He’s curious

Who could be so much more alluring than him to shift the crazy woman’s attention

“Don’t misunderstand me, this is mere curiosity.”

Suddenly his new case-study is keeping him awake at night with worry

Is this how it feels when Toko pulls at her braids and raves about you being too weak

It’s irritating

He can hardly focus on winning this game if he’s worried about you

“M-master c-c-can I take them now!? T-they k-keep wandering away!”

“Yes. Make sure they join us on our…morning reading.”

“YES SIR!”

Toko is more likely to annoy you into doing what she wants

But if you have a high tolerance for her whining

Genocide Jill is more than happy to cop a feel step in

“AAAhhhh baby~ you turn me on honey~!”

This is the thing they seem to bond over because their idiotic dearest is far too friendly to survive the killing game without them:

“Uhm Toko did you need something?”

Naegi spoke to the trembling girl in the cafeteria, the odd one out for the usual participants of the meeting. You didn’t look up from the breakfast you made not all that keen to interact with the nervous writer; leaving the others to deal with her.

“Yeah! Did you finally come to hang out with us?”

Asahina chimed flashing an amicable smile which only seemed to make Toko shiver and curl into herself.

“A-a-all of you, back away! I-i don’t need you giving me your nasty germs while I’m on a mission for Master!”

“A mission? What mission has the progeny sent you on this time?”

Celestia pressed, ignoring Toko’s stuttering insult, as she continued to sip at her tea.

“N-not that its any of your business b-but I’m supposed t-t-to bring (Y-y/n) to M-master.”

“Me?!”

You looked up in confusion at the girl, looking up to meet her eyes as they went from darting frantically to half-lidded and blushing deeply. Her shaken demeanor changed to something more…aroused. Hugging her body and shifting her thighs, a wide smile spread across her face.

“M-m-orning Master (Y/n)! Master Byakuya wants you to meet with him in the library!”

“Eh?!”

You tiredly rubbed your hand against the back of your head letting it drag to rest on your neck. You didn’t bother hiding your expression of exhausted-bewilderment as you scrunched your nose. Naegi looked on with sympathy as you slowly began to finish up your food, all under the intense staring of Toko.

You eventually stood up dutifully throwing away your garbage even as she eyed the utensil you mouth had graced moments before. Walking to the door with a shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders you tried to convine Naegi, Asahina, and Celestia all of which had a range of worried and curious faces.

“Hey. Beside me Toko.”

“Y-yes Master!”

Forced to spend as much time as you did with Toko of her own volition you had a pretty good grasp on what she aims when interacting with you. After enough of the ultimate moaning and loudly admiring your behind, you’ve found the best way to keep her in check. You could feel her fingers hover around your open hand. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t have to. She already pulled her hand away holding it up high as she enthusiastically mumbled to herself. Speeding up you made your way to the doors of the library.

“About time you arrive. I sent the rat to obtain you hours ago!”

Byakuya Togami sitting in his claimed arm chair, sneered from behind his lowered book. Squinting your eyes in curiousity before turning to look at Toko who was twiddling the tips of her fingers nervously.

“W-well I-I d-did take s-some time t-to s-search Master’s rooms…f-for murderers of course.”

Togami groaned holding two fingers to push his glasses up as he balanced the book in his lap.

“That’s fine,” he waved his hand at an arm chair deep within the library. “Put them in their place and return to your post.”

“Y-yes Master!”

She didn’t hide her pleasure about getting to push you to the seat, letting her hands wander even as you swatted at her. Only stopping when you were sat in the swallowing warmth of the arm chair.

“So? What is it you need from me? Its awfully suspicious that you’d specifically call me out like this.”

The progeny flashed a devious smile, bringing his book up once more.

“On the contrare, my imbecile, I’ve formally decided to ensure your safety. By instilling the efforts and capabilities of someone who’s killed before.”

“What?!”

“Who better to thwart a killer than one of our own.”

You sat up, genuinely prepared to dart out of the classroom only for Byakuya to stand up, walking beside Toko who was nervously fidgeting. They both stood in the only path you could’ve taken but that wouldn’t stop you. For all the talk Byakuya was known for you knew he couldn’t actually do anything against your own physical prowess and Toko was hardly an obstacle.

Seeing that you had no intention to stay he put his arm out not to stop you but to beckon Toko.

“Alright bring her out.”

“N-n-now? B-but I w-want to spend time with (Y-”

“Toko.”

“Achoo!”

Immediately Toko’s demeanor changed to one of physical insanity. Her tongue grew long, smile widened to accommodate and herstance was much more confident. You faltered watching her step forward to you.

“Whoooooo! Genocide Syo makin’ an entrance!”

“G-genocide Syo?”

Sticking his nose high Byakuya smugly explained.

“Yes. Genocide Syo officially named the Ultimate Serial Killer has over 20 kills–”

“Hey don’t underestimate me?! I’ve got exactly 37 under the ground babes!”

She darted towards you faster than you could dash, backing you into the chair. Letting her cage you against the plush cushion of the chair, you could barely register Byakuya’s gloating.

“We’ve decided to follow the plebian motto: strength in numbers,” He smugly stood there uncurling a chord and holding it taut as you met his gaze. “Stay still. This is just to ensure that you uphold this…motto.”

“So what?! You plan to–ack keep me here!? They’ll notice I’m gone, you have to realize that!”

You tried to reason, wiggling helplessly to evade the unafraid touches licks from Syo. Your struggling ceased when Toko or Syo pulled out a dagger-like scissor lovingly gliding it along your cheek. She nuzzled against your other cheek joyfully looking into your widened eyes.

“We can’t keep you here forever as much I’d looovvee to do that! Master says we just can’t ever leave you alone!”

“But then I can just tell-”

Narrowly grazing your ear Syo stabbed the scissors into the couch, making your heart beat in horror as you went limp to her menstruations. With you no longer inching away and her hand no longer occupied she squeezed you tight; holding your face against hers as she curled herself into your lap.

“I’d advise you don’t do that. You’d ruin the game that way and we’d rather you not get hurt while we have our fun.”

“Yeah~!And its just so much easier to get my rocks off if you’re not runnin’ away! Mmm! You’re so soft you just make me wanna~!”

“Syo”

“Yeah?! Are you getting lonely over there, Master! Want to join us? D’ya want to come over and hop on this–”

“Syo! The chord. Tie them.”

“Of course Master!!”

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Angel | Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob has a crush on the sweet doctor that works at the base.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Doctor!Fem!reader

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of death, aircraft accident, FLIRTY BOB!!!!!!

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Bob Floyd was not a man of words.

He observed. He prefered to stay at the end of the room in a social gathering. He remained quiet in the briefing room when a exercise was explained. He played pool in silence with his friends. He didn't need to speak.

That is, until he saw her.

Y/n L/n. The base doctor. They called her Angel. It wasn't a call sign. It was just that she was an actual angel. Beautiful eyes, warm smile, and medical skills that some of the most prestigious doctors of the world would envy.

She had seen some nasty stuff. But she never lost her smile.

And Bob was infatuated.

He watched her from afar, that was his specialty. He looked at her with devotion. He had never talked to her but was ready to give her life for Angel.

"Bob, you should talk to her" Phoenix said while approaching the target. They had to practice miracle number 1 for the uranium mission.

"Phoenix..."

"No, Bob, listen up. Chances are that we get assigned to a fucking dangerous mission. It can go well or it can go really really wrong. And you don't want to have a single regret when the time comes" she said vehemently.

"Are you talking about Angel?" asked Rooster through the radio.

"Yeah. Bob's been crushing on her"

"Phoenix!"

"C'mon, Bob. You're a good looking man. You don't have anything to lose"

"Except I have everything to lose. What if she doesn't like navy men?" That was one of Bob's biggest fears. She was surrounded by Navy men all day and even some nights. Did she really want to have something going on with one of them?

"Well, that's for her to know and for you to find out" added Rooster while moving closer to the other aircraft.

Bob was about to respond when they had an accident with some birds. A tiny bird that made them lose an engine. And then the other one. Phoenix tried her best to get them back, to save the aircraft. But it was impossible. They were falling down and there was no way of stopping it.

He understood in that moment what Phoenix meant by regret. He regretted not having courage enough to talk to her. He regretted not finding out if she liked him. If she would go out with him. What was her favorite color. Her favorite food. Her favorite movie. He regretted not knowing how her hand felt in his. Would it be soft? Would it be calloused, maybe, for the amount of hours she spend working? Would they be tiny against his bigger ones? And what about the sound of her laugh? Would be a small, cute one? Would she laugh with her whole chest?

He would never know, though. Ejecting from an aircraft was risky. There were a lot of possibilities of not making it out alive. But he would try. Because he wanted to know what Y/n's hands felt like.

Memories from after the ejection were blurry in his mind. He didn't remember landing on the ground. He didn't remember being rescued and taken to the base. He didn't remember how Phoenix screamed in agony when Bob didn't woke up, believing that she had lost not only her backseater, but also her friend.

But he did remember the contact of a soft, warm hand against his cheek.

"Lieutenant Floyd?"

Who was the owner of that beautiful voice? Did he die and went to heaven?

He opened his eyes, blinking several times, blinded by the beautiful woman in front of him. He understood, then, why they called her Angel.

"Lieutenant, can you hear me?"

"Yes, doctor. Loud and clear" he answered making her sigh in relief.

She smiled and the world stopped spinning for a second. God, how could someone be so gorgeous?

"Good. That's good. We'll run some tests to see if you're both okay. But seems to me that you're perfectly healthy, just a few scratches here and there"

"I don't know, doctor. I don't feel very good"

She frowned, getting even closer to him. Her cologne was even as sweet as her. Bob was convinced that she was a real angel send to Earth.

"What's wrong?"

"My heart, doctor. It hurts"

"Does it hurt to much? Where exactly?"

"I don't know, it just hurts every time you smile"

She got flustered. Bob knew how someone acted when flustered because he had seen it. The way she avoided his eyes. How she laughed, how she put her hair behind her ear. Yeah, completely flustered.

"I'll have to stop smiling"

"Oh, please don't. That would hurt even more"

She laughed. He smiled.

"Okay, lieutenant. Time to rest. The nurse will run some tests and I'll be back later with the results. I'll see you later" she said before leaving.

Phoenix, who had seen the whole scene, was on her bed with her jaw absolutely opened.

"You! Where does all that flirty behavior come from? I thought you didn't like to talk to people?"

"Maybe I just didn't have anything to say"

Phoenix shook her head, laying down to rest. Rooster would never believe the things she just saw.

Bob knew that from that moment his only mission would be to fluster Y/n, to see her smile, to hear her laugh... Make her fall in love with him until he could call her "his angel".

And maybe, if he was lucky, "Mrs. Floyd".

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