#up at butts o clock can you tell

[psycheterminal]

gods I love drawing texture i love drawing velvet i love drawing carapace i love making the light scatter and the shine spots on smooth things

i love fur, I love how it both drinks in and refracts the light

I love that polar bears have transparent hollow hair to hold heat to their bodies

science and art friends 4ever

if you want to be an artist, study anatomy study light study evolution study kinetics

When you know skin is more like a gel you can understand how to layer colors to make it feel realistic

When you learn muscles, your faces will emote so much better and your bodies will contort and bulge in the ways you know you can break the rules instead of breaking them accidentally

When you learn the various types of natural hinges, what happens when muscles are too short and too long or can bend beyond what they should, you learn how to tell a story just as well as shape theory does

And when you're into science and you learn the arts, when you turn your hands, you can understand why weavers used the precursors to the computer, why punch cards were used first, why the first printing press was a modified wine press, why embroiderers and lace artisans were still working in the tech industries into the 60's

You'll find your hands stronger as you play guitar and work at sculpture, you'll find your designs more elegant and more likely to work than your usual brutalist boxes

You'll learn about the origins of dyes and why they're important, why gold is still important to computing, why silver is important to cooking, why it can be useful to water cooling systems

By learning how ceramic works, you build better circuits

And as each learn from each other, we all become better humans because we are different yet each has so much to fucking offer the world still

We are bees, we all can learn of comb, of flower, of honey and birth and dance as we look in awe of the logarithmic spirals and golden ratio and the tragedy of a grave with the wrong spiral on it and why it took a weaver looking at stone age tools to realize what they were for

Humans, a colony of humans who do different things to help the whole

That is the ideal of art. That is the ideal of science. That is the ideal of humankind.

#art #science #up at butts o clock can you tell #isn't the world beautiful though #it's brutal too #but I learned from my despair and my joy and I let them both in and cradled them #and we'll walk forward #I can't leave either behind for different reasons #but we can dance and that'll be enough #because we can see the spira mirabilis

[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

I'm so stressed about the future and growing older. I'm worried about how I'll be able to stay a twink, I already need to shave everyday and it's getting harder to stay thin. Got anything that can help me face my fears of becoming a big old hairy bear?

Honestly if you’re having to shave every day. I’m jealous. It just means the curse is becoming stronger. And it’s only to get worse from here on out. You wake up and look down and yell I horror. You shaved your body. Before you went to bed the night before and looking down now you see that you’re covered in a dense rug once again. What’s worse is it seems like the hair is getting thicker.

This has to be some sick joke you think to yourself. It just has to be ! You’re supposed to be a twink! Not some hairy bear !! But this is happening all too fast now and you’re running out of razors! You scramble to the bathroom and you find your last razor. Thank god. Relieved you turned your buzzers on and shaved down the fluff once again. When it’s buzzed you take the razor and shave down. Looking in the mirror you’re relieved to see that you’re once again hairless. But for how long. How long is this going to last. Just last night you did this same thing. And that’s when you see it. In the mirror. On your face. You get up close to the mirror. Are you seeing things!! You can see the hair pushing its way out of your chin!! Backing away slowly you can see the 5 o clock shadow forming. You get dressed quickly and find that your clothes are tighter than before. You have to run to the sore down the street and get some more razors! This is going to make you go broke for sure!

But the time you check out. Get back to your apartment. Strip down you are shocked. Not only are you costed in hair. But your slim frame. It’s. Fading.

Yours abs see no longer there to be seen hidden under a layer of day and hair. And the hair only seems to be getting thicker. You try to shave it down again but this time your buzzer can’t get through the tangled mess. You scream as your body is so itchy now and you just seem to be getting hairier. “Please no! I’m a twink!!” You scream not wanting any of this to happen. When you asked for something to help you face your fears you didn’t mean this !

Your stomach lurches forward as its mats itself in more hair. Hair continues to wrap itself around your shoulders and down your arms. All the bay down to your toes that seem to be getting fatter. “Please make this stop!!” Your back begins to widen and you done even realize that you back is getting coated in hair just as thick as the front of your body.

Hair begins to spill from the waistband of your shorts as more hair is forming on your hairy body. Hair that youlll never be able to shave off ever again. And you’re starting to sweat. It rolls down your back and into the crack of butt making it sweaty and swampy. Your Bo kicks into high gear and now everyone will be able to tell you are around. No longer smelling like a round twink but thah of an old hairy bear. One that reeks of masculinity and sweat.

But that can’t be all that happens. You specially mentioned that you wanted to face your fears of being old. Well I already made you a bear. I made a big bear of a man. Now your body will get large. Muscle growing harder. Your gut sticking out more and you’re being hard as a rock and your hard will fall out. Your body hair thicker as your feet begin to stretch. Your body begins to ache as new pains of old age set in. Your back hurts from having to hold a keg up all the time. Your knees hurts from the weight they carry and so does your swollen ankles. That thick beard you aren’t able to shave turns white as your skins ages and sags. Soon your spitting image of a 58 year old man. A large hairy bear of a man. Holding mirror you scream but you can to anything to stop it. You have been forced to become your worst fear. And your twink life is all but long forgotten now.

[stinkypeanutbutter]

sbg sleepover hcs because I’m silly

Aiden brings a butt ton of junk food. Tyler balances it out with the healthy crap so they don’t get diabetes.

With a LOT of bargaining, and I mean a lot, they come up with hairstyles for Ashlyn. It’s only rarely she gives in, but it makes the sleepover worth while.

sleeps at Aidens house the most just cause it’s huge, and huge means lots of hiding spaces, and it also means getting lost easily (Taylor)

they have like scheduled calendars for each movie night on who gets to choose. It goes in some kind of order depending on who went first last time.

Aiden and Taylor choose the horror or drama movies, Tyler goes for comedy, believe it or not. Logan goes for any genre of sci - fi or fantasy (he also loves doctor who) , ben likes to put on musicals ( bless him) , and ash doesn’t have a preferred taste, but she really likes disaster movies ( and comedies with Tyler sometimes. Taylor also loves kids movies like trolls, MLP, uhhh idk any 😭)

aiden also puts on the weirdest things he could find. Put on human centipede once, got banned from picking movies for the next 4 nights

dinner ? They just order pizza or burgers. If they’re feeling adventurous, they make something together ( 60/40 chance of succeeding )

Probably do contests and play random board games. Aiden has a ton of them because he would play in his sad little room against himself when he was feeling energetic. ( help )

Tyler forgets his crap sometimes, so he just borrows from the others like a loser

They tell spooky stories at like 11pm just so when the clock hits twelve they drop down and become paranoid about everything

despite not speaking, Ben tells the best scary stories and it’s hilarious cause he’ll go out of his way and plant some fake audios around the house ( or ARE they ? 😦 )

ashlyn would keep her braids in no matter what, even if they keep getting stepped or rolled on or pulled or -

sleeping ? They plan on staying up after 12 ofc, but when they do fall asleep it’s kinda a mess . Ben sleep like he’s about to be dropped into his grave, at least so he’s able to react quick enough to whatever might be bad in the area . Logan sleeps like a caterpillar in its chrysalis stage , unless with the group , then he kinda just lays on his side if he’s comfy . Tyler likes sleeping on his stomach cause he’s afraid something might punch a hole through it again, so just in case . . Taylor hugs things in her sleep. Don’t matter who, just be her stuffed animal for a while and she’ll let you go and roll on her side. Aiden has a similar issue. But he only does this cause he never really had anything to actually cuddle up on besides his pillow so. . he’ll hug on to whoever is closest ( Ash or Ben ) . They don’t mind it , I mean Ash gets trapped but she’ll deal with it later. If no one is around or close enough, he’ll just curl up into a little ball like he did when he was younger ( habit ).

Pancakes in the morning let’s gooo !!!!!!! Most of them collectively use a bunch of whipped cream . I mean , who doesn’t ? Lame - o’s. Aiden likes to see how many pancakes he can stack on top on eachother before it falls

No pancakes ? Cereal it is . Ash likes Frosted Flakes cause of the texture, and how they don’t crunch as loud when you chew em. Plus, they’re tasty. Taylor got them captain crunch and lucky charms. Tyler likes Honey Nut Cheerios cause he’s basic , but can’t resist honeycombs . . Cause he’s still basic . ( They slap tho idc what y’all say 🫠 ) Logan prefers fruity pebbles ( me fr ) or cinnamon taste crunch . Ben doesn’t eat too much cereal, but he likes rice Krispys cause their soft on his throat. Aiden likes whatever, he’s probably gonna add random crap in it anyway lol

that last part wasn’t really a sleepover headcanon but uhms ignore that 😅😅😅😿

#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon) #school bus graveyard webtoon #aiden clark #tyler hernandez #ben clark #ashlyn banner #Logan fields #SLEEPOVER HEADCANONS !!!! #i love fruity pebbles ahem Abyway #My grammar sucks ohm

[ctitan98official]

Y/N trying to figure out a gift for Donna’s birthday

Pretend it’s a new relationship so Y/N doesn’t know a lot about Donna yet (except what she looks like naked, hey-o!)

Y/N and Donna: *Sitting and having tea*

Y/N: *Sneakily trying to figure out what flavors Donna likes best* So… if I were to buy edible lube, what flavor would you like?

Donna: *A hot-tempered Italian, slaps Y/N* Idiota! It is too early in the day for your shit, Y/N!

Donna: *Gets up and walks out offended*

Y/N: Babe! I’m just trying to see what flavor would get you in the mood!

Donna: *Throws one of her shoes at Y/N from the hallway*

Y/N: *Gets clocked in the head*

Donna: *Slams door to her workshop*

5 minutes later

Y/N: *Figures out a brilliant plan to find out Donna’s favorite color*

Y/N: *Knocks on Donna’s workshop door* Babe, what color panties make you feel sexy?

Donna: *Angrily, through her workshop door* The color panties I’m wearing when I break my foot off in yo ass.

Y/N: *Runs off screaming*

Y/N talking with Angie

Y/N: I can’t figure out what Donna wants for her birthday! I want it to be special, you know?

Angie: Well, did you ask her?

Y/N: *Groans* No! I didn’t want her to get suspicious and know what I was up to!

Angie: So, instead you decided to act like a complete jackass and make her question why she’s even dating you?

Y/N: *Thinking* Yes, I do believe that is the choice I made…

Angie: *Grabs Y/N’s face and pulls them close* Listen, doofus! There’s only one thing that Donna won’t shut the hell up about. I’d even say she was obsessed with it!

Y/N: What is it! Tell me!

Angie: *Leans in close and whispers something in Y/N’s ear*

Y/N: That’s it! Thanks for your help, Angie! I’ve got an idea!

Donna’s birthday

Y/N: *Calls Donna down to the kitchen* Babe, can you come into the kitchen? I’ve got a surprise for you!

Donna: *Walks in* A surprise? For m-

Y/N: *Lying in a sexy pose, butt naked on the table, cupcakes covering their naughty bits*

Y/N: Happy birthday!

Angie: *Running into the kitchen* Ooh! What is i-

Angie: *Sees Y/N naked* AHHH! My eyes, my eyes! *runs out screaming*

Y/N: *Calling after Angie* What’s the big deal? You gave me this idea!

Donna: You and Angie came up with this idea?! Why were you two-

Y/N: W-well, it sounds b-bad when you say it l-like that-

Angie: *Yelling from the staircase with her eyes covered* I said Donna is obsessed with you, Y/N, but this is NOT what I had in mind!

Donna: …

Y/N: …

Donna: So, can I open my present now, or what?

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #y/n is stupid

[verawhisk]

my drawing process (thank you @pepper-ika!)

i draw and colour for a long long time. i don't do the traditional sketch + lineart + colour -- sketches are hard to line, they're kind of time-consuming and usually they end up better than the lineart, so i just draw like normal and clean it up before colouring. i start at the head and end at around the feet, kinda like a person showering (lol). here i'm using your typical pencil brush you can find in any standard art program.

a tip i got from another artist was to colour using a thick, opaque pen brush that varies a lot in width. it saves a Lot of time. before they showed me that, i made the mistake of using a soft, painterly brush to colour my art. it hurt my wrist because i had to press really hard to get flat colour -- when all that time i could have just been using a pen brush! also, i start with soft colours because they're nicer to look at.

2. i do colourful midtones like redness in the skin or maybe a blue five o clock shadow if they have one. from this point onward, i use a flat square-ish brush combined with a painterly smudger and a soft airbrush.

i read somewhere that you should apply perfume on the moistest parts of your body so i kind of use that same idea when drawing redness. usually i do it where skin meets skin: folded arms, a crunched back, closed hands, and that place where the thighs touch the buttcheeks, lolol. and of course: the nose, lips, and ears. it makes the skin look real and warm and lively!

3. i lay down my shadows and lights, usually in that order. and at this point, i'm throwing extra shadow on wrinkles, fat, bumps, lumps, etc. a body without rolls is like an angel without wings!

also i smudge like CRAZY here. just like how it's impossible to have "too much gravy" on your chicken, it's impossible to have "too much blending" when you're drawing skin. blend that ish.

when it comes to the colour of the shadows, i always make shadows the base colour but darker and more saturated, and i move the hue a little to the left (for example: orange goes to red, green goes to yellow, purple goes to blue). i do that with, like, every colour. i can't tell if it's lazy or not but at this point i'm too scared to ask.

4. finally i make some minor adjustments like liquifying to fix lopsided eyes or oversized heads/hands. when i was in high school, my art teacher would say "great, but watch the size of the feet, hands, and neck," lolol. he was right ofc. when i go "hm... that looks a little weird," i have to trust that gut feeling because when i do fix it, it ends up looking way better. here is a horrifying gif illustrating that.

AHH!!!

alternatively you could do a messy line and color, then do a whole paintover like i did here. this is awesome for details because you dont have to go back and change the lineart - you just paint over and add whatever you want and redraw the line to fit it.

i dont really use the different layer modes that much. in this one i used a gradient map of the drawing as an overlay. idk if that really does anything major but it does create a new range of colors to play with. i also used a multiply layer to cast a big shadow over the card (layer 8) because it has this tiiiny little pattern that would be a pain in the butt to draw shadows over. everything else is pretty standard.

(and no i dont name my layers... yes i will be changing my name and moving countries)

another thing worth noting: i use airbrushing A LOT. i remember reading somewhere that using airbrushes is like. a cardinal sin. it’s not, man. it’s great. airbrushes and smudging are dope and i use them all the time.

i hope you found this helpful! have a great weekend <3

#long post #art tutorial #art tips #my art

[shrekstoefungus]

SAPNAP ONESHOT

(I’ve had this idea FOREVER so I finally did something about it 🤗)

Summary: You take a trip to the gym with Nick

It was a pretty normal day for me. Just laying down and watching tv all day. It was now 8:00 pm and I was laying on the couch. I heard Nick come down the stairs. He told me he was streaming so I assumed he was done.

"Hey mamas, I missed you. Wanna go to the gym with me?" he said coming toward you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. He was already dressed in his workout clothes

"But it's..." I look at the clock, "8:00 on a... Friday."

"So? It's the BEST time to go. Literally no one's gonna be there and I once heard online that when you work out at night, your muscles will get bigger than in the morning"

"oh really? By online do you mean TikTok? don't believe everything you hear online."

"Excuse me?" he says and gets closer to me, picking my whole body up. He begins walking through the house to mine and his room.

"PUT ME DOWN NOW NICK."

"hmm... i think i'm good."

"ILL GO TO THE GYM WITH YOU FINE."

"Yayyyyy" he says and puts me down.

I go in the room to get changed. I decided to wear a crop top with leggings, my usual gym fit. I found the leggings on Tiktok and have been obsessed with them ever since. Nick is also obsessed with them because they make my butt look big, but that's not the point. I put my hair in a quick messy bun. I walked downstairs, put my shoes and coat on, and fill up my water before heading out to the car.

Nick was already in the car, sitting in the drivers seat. I got in the car and closed the door. "Ready?" Nick said as I buckled my seatbelt. "Yup" I said to him and smiled. He put his hand on my thigh and began to drive.

We get to the gym about 10 minutes later and we walk in. I see about 2 other guys, but other than that, it's only Nick and I.

Today I needed to work on my arms, so I did pull ups on the bar.  I set your water down and take my jacket off. I put in a headphone. Nick always had the other one when we went to the gym. "Nick." I said while looking at him.

"Yes, baby?" He says while putting his headphone in.

"Would you help me up please? I can't reach."

"Of course, princess." He says and comes over to where I was. I lift my arms up while his hands secure around my waist. He lifts me up until I tell him I'm good.

Nick starts doing his workout next to me with the hand weights while I begin my workout.

As I'm workout out, I notice a creepy man to the other side of me. Since there is a mirror in front of me. I can tell that he is staring directly at me.

I try ignoring it but after a few minutes, he still hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I finally finish my set and drop down from the bars. I bend over to get my phone from the floor, but as I'm bent over, I felt someone slap my ass. Before I can see who it was I hear Nick yell, "Hey man! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

I turned and saw the creepy man. Compared to Nick, the man was way shorter than him and didn't have much muscle.

Nick immediately shoved him back and said, "Hands off of her. You hear me?"

"I didn't do anything bruh" he says back to Nick.

"Oh so now you wanna talk back? I told you to leave her the fuck alone or it won't be pretty." Nick said getting close to the man and his collar.

"o-ok I'll stop." the man says before running the the bathrooms.

"Yeah that's what I fucking thought dickhead." Nick says before turning to face you. "Sweetheart, are you okay? I noticed him staring but I didn't think he would do anything more."

"Nick, I'm fine. I just wanna go." I said while grabbing my water and coat.

"Ok. Hop on my back." He says while crouching down for me to get on. I crawl on his back and he carries me out to the car.

When we get in the car, Nick gives me a big kiss. "I'm so sorry that happened, baby. Next time I'll protect you. I just don't like when other men touch my things.

I pull him in for another kiss. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

"I love you Nick"

"I love you too princess."

After I pull away from the kiss, I notice the creepy man exiting the gym. It's completely dark out so I don't think he notices us in the car.

"oh, hey look it's that guy." I said.

"oh that little piece of shit" Nick says while rolling down the window

"Nick don't-" before I could finish Nick yells,

"HEY YOU LITTLE BITCH GO FUCK YOURSELF" he says while flipping him off. He quickly rolls the window back up and we burst into laughter.

"oh, you're too good for me Nick" I say in between laughs.

"hmm i think it's the other way around" he says

"whatever you say, Nicky."

"Nicky? That's a new one."

We continue driving home and randomly, Nick says,

"We're not going back to that gym by the way" nick says

"oh just because one dude was staring at me?"

"mhm" Nick says

The whole ride home Nick has his hand on your thigh. You really loved this guy.

#sapnap #dream smp #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #gnf #dnf #tumblr fyp #karl jacobs #gym

[incrementgirls]

Part 3 of Castle in the Fog

Part 2 link below

Content inside: all characters are lesbians, no men, fantasy, slime girl, oviposition, breeding, no skin color or hair mentions, pov cuntgirl

As you awake, the large troll woman chuckles happily to see you smile while she finishes wiping the sweat and copious girlcum off of you, she asks if you're doing okay, to which you nod and kiss her calloused blacksmithing hands.

You ask her if many girls come through to join the castle, and she replies not many, but enough to keep the residents of the castle supplied with all they need and happy, they grow their food in the courtyard garden and the variety of women living here supply everything here from clothing to tools. You express joy and ask if they have an apothecary or doctor, to which she responds only a former cleric who can heal their daily bumps and cuts and wounds in an emergency, and you tell her how happy you'd be to help everyone out here. She cups your cheek and gives you a big smooch, telling you that you should be on your way to the tower then, and points out your clothing on a table nearby.

You recloth yourself in what little you were wearing before, step into your slippers and thank the lady before continuing on your path, walking through the halls of the castle and noticing the temperature drop as you leave the smithy behind you. You notice something strange as you walk the hallways, small globs of goo in corners of the halls, on some of the furniture along your path, and a slight chill has you hugging yourself as you approach the next door.

You knock loudly, proclaiming yourself a new aspirant of the castle, but hear no response at the door for a minute, and wonder if the woman inside is sleeping? perhaps she wouldn't be there at all, the residents are free to roam the castle as well afterall. As you reach for the doorknob and enter, you notice there are no lights in the room, and the slight chill seems to rest in here, though there is no breeze.

As you walk into the center of the dark room, you notice various couches and lounge chairs near the walls, and gently ask if anyone is here, looking for the next door, before you hear a wet squelching sound. Surprised, you spin to the far corner of the room to see a large glob of goo squeeze itself in the middle as the top half of it extends into the air above, reforming into the shape of a chubby woman stretching her arms and yawning.

You stammer out a surprised greeting as the slime girl rubs her eyes, and then sleepily looks at you with a dopey smile, letting out a drowsy "hiiii~" while lazily sliding along the floor towards you. She comes right up to you and gives you a squishy, slimy hug while sleepily humming, letting her large boobs squish into yours and her arms wrap around you back as she lays her forehead on your shoulder as she leans on you gently.

"Mmm new girl~... I'm so full..." You ask her why she is so full if she just slept, and joke that you can see right into her tummy and dont see any food in there. "Nnnoo silly... fulll of eggsss..." And you look down below her stomach to see in her round slimeglob below her waist to see what looks surprisingly like slimy fish or frog eggs clumped together inside of her, floating gently. You ask if you can help her in any way and she lifts herself off of your shoulder to smile dopily and tell you you can take care of them for her, as you cock your head in curiousity.

You feel a cold touch on your leg as you look down to see a slimy tentacle snake out from her glob bottom, sliding up your leg and grasping your butt firmly, drawing a surprised moan from you. The slime girl leans forward and kisses you deeply, her tongue gliding around your mouth as you feel yourself lifted off the ground, large slimy tentacles supporting your weight from your legs and back as the slime girl brings you over to a nearby couch and spreads your legs, exposing your damp pussy.

"Mmmm sweet pussyyy~" the slime girl giggles as she leans down to kiss and fill your pussy with her tongue, drawing some moans from you until you feel her tongue incredibly grow in size and length, filling you up and wiggling inside of you, pressing all of your pleasurable spots like fireworks going off one by one. You lose all strength in your limbs, finding yourself squished into the couch as she tonguefucks you while her tentacles grope your breasts and suck on your nipples. She lifts her head from your pussy, her immensly long tongue-tentacle retracting and sliding out of your pussy until you're gasping for air as she pulls herself up on top of you, pressing her breasts into yours as she kisses your neck.

"Time to get filled up, sweet thing~" She whispers into your ear as you feel a thick tentacle fill up your pussy, flowing into you and pulsing, drawing loud moans and twitches from from body. You feel the tentacle continue to pulse rhythmatically until something flowing through it presses against your pussy lips, drawing gasping breaths from you as the slime girl's hand waves over your crotch casting a stretching spell on you, leaving a magic sigil hovering over your womb and letting the egg stretch your pussy until it goes inside, the tentacle thrusting slightly as it pulses to push the egg inside of you.

"Goood girl~ take alllll of mommy's eggs baby~" She lazily whispers to you while fucking you full of slime eggs, each one making your belly bulge a bit more as she casts more spells on your crotch and tummy to keep you safe and help fit more eggs inside of you. Your moans grow incredibly loud as you feel more and more eggs fill your belly until you look heavily pregnant, the slime girls goop has drenched your whole body as your pussy twitches with anticipation of each new egg, until you're just drooling and moaning gently. The slime girl lays her last egg inside of you, kissing you deeply again while setting you in a comfortable position on the long couch, laying her head on your breasts and sighing happily that she has finally gotten rid of her bloated full feeling and given it to you.

After a pleasant nap, you wake up to find your pussy twitching senaitively and a happy slime girl cupping her hands to catch a slime egg slipping out of your still enchanted pussy. They look different than before, the inside has more layers, did the eggs actually change inside your body? "Thanks for taking my eggs, love~ They need another woman's body to grow properly, now I can grow some lil slimeys once I get some girlcum later~" You drool at the feeling of your full belly getting slightly smaller with each egg that slides out into the slimegirl's hands. You ask her if she wants a bunch of kids, only for her to giggle back at you. "Slimeys aren't the same as me, I was made with magic so I can't make another slimegirl naturally like that, but they're handy lil babies to help keep the castle clean and protected."

You spend the next few hours laying all of the eggs she filled you with until your body is completely exhausted, and she leaves to go get you some food while you pull the covers over you and rest, wondering what incredible new things you'll experience here.

I finally came back to this series! I promise I'll finish it eventually lol

#lesbian nsft #trans nsft #my fantasies #my writing

[wackbotstash]

Dinner Time 2!

Hello there! This is the sequel and conclusion to Juniper's family story! Hope you enjoy, and leave a comment please! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Three o' clock. The Time of Reckoning had fallen upon Juniper. The grandmother had never let her age slow her down, but after those past few hours, she had to admit that she wasn't the Bunny she used to be! This was apparent with the struggles she was having with the closet door. With her back against it, Juniper fought against the innumerable magazines, skateboards, and her favorite body pillow that threatened to break free.

"Rrfh! Come on, Juni; kick this junk's ass!!"

With a final push, Juniper sighed in triumph after hearing the closet door click. With her junk stashed away, the illusion of a clean house was complete! Her loving family would be oblivious to all the corners she cut to make it look so good...and not a moment too soon! Juniper's ears perked when she heard the horn of her kid's car! Feeling the energy flare up inside, Juniper hopped up before dashing to the door!

The SUV doors opened up, and her beautiful children shined so brightly from the Charlottesburg sun. First, her son Joe stepped from the driver seat to stretch his body from ears to toe. His puffy, deep brown tail wiggles as he stretched until back popped, leaving him sigh in relief. Despite just hitting his 40s, the tired-eyed and long legged son looked good for himself. Joe had a tank-top underneath his red-plaid shirt, and a pair of jeans, with the right leg's torn at the knee... It's clear where he got his fashion sense. With a buck-toothed grin, Joe stretches out his arms to receive the full brunt of his mother's hug!

"Hey Ma," Joe said as he lifted her up. "Been a while since we seen ya up close. I can see why, this place is pretty bitchin'."

Juniper beams in pride, and gives him a smooch on the nose. She was let down, only to be scooped up by her middle daughter, Harriet. The bunny mom squeals in delight as her big, burly Hyena peppered her face in kisses. As Juniper recovered, Harriet's mouth went a mile a minute. Whenever she got excited, upset, or almost every other emotion, she liked to express it through her words. Juniper could only smile, reminiscing to the time where she picked up Harriet at the orphanage; that spotted little girl had so much to say!

"Omigosh! Mom, you look great! Oh it's been forever! This place is soooo pretty! I know you sent pics but this place looks amazing...!"

Harriet finally put Juniper on her feet as her excited manifesto continued. With a press of her mother's finger upon her large nose, Harriet was snapped back to reality with a giggle. She wasn't the only one giggling, as a child's laugh got Juniper's attention. Immediately, she kneels down, holding out her arms to her grandson.

"Granny June!"

Divine's eyes were as wide as his grin as he bound toward her. This time, it was Juniper's turn to lift as she grabbed her grandchild and gave his face so many kisses! The spotted-and-striped mutt of a Hyena laughed, trying to push Juniper off.

"Agh!" He mockingly complained. "Granny slobber!"

"Sorry DiDi, but Granbun's got unlimited kisses and she's cashing it out!"

The assault of smooches eventually relented. Laying Divine on his feet, he rustled his fur, making it puff out slightly. 10 years of cute fuzzball grinned, showing his sharp teeth, and his Pro-wrestling shirt to his grandmother. Divine always loved Juniper; whenever his Mom told him something was too 'dangerous' or 'not for him', Juniper always vouched for him! Why, if it wasn't for her help he wouldn't have gotten Grand Theft Auto 5! His mom has yet to find out about that one...!

"Granny June! I gotta tell ya how I'm don' in Basketball! I'm kicking a-ah..some butt!"

Juniper could only chuckle, noticing his growing 'vocabulary'. She'll have to talk to him before Harriet scolds him. She ruffles her grandson's mane of head fur before standing up.

"Tell me all about it, bud! But before we head inside, where's-... Oh, there ya' are!"

Juniper grinned as her youngest child came into view. Where Joe and Harriet dwarfed their mother, Cleo was the opposite. The youngest of Juniper's children stretched, and blinked slowly to let her slit eyes look at the grinning Bunny. She steps forward, and opens her green, scaly arms to Juniper with an expression quite neutral.

"Hello, Mom. Nice to see y-OUGH!"

The Caiman Alligator wasn't prepared for the force of her mother's hug. Cleo hisses out, thrashing in her mother's grasp before Juniper puts her down. Smoothing out her jacket, shirt, and her brown slacks, Cleo cleared her throat as she got some control back.

"Yes," Cleo said with no shortage of exasperation. "It's good to see you too."

Juniper was just a grinning fool. Her youngest daughter had always been a quiet one, but she showed love in her own special ways. Just her being here meant she told her job to fuck off just to see her dear old mom!

"...Not to be rude, but are we eating outside or something?"

Juniper's eyes shot open from Cleo's question. Her stomach had moths fluttering inside as she swallowed. It was the moment of truth.

"Ha-ha, sorry! Just wanted to look at all of you guys! Come on in, dinner's waiting!"

"Whoa! This house kicks BUTT!!"

The crass exclamation from Divine was shared equally by the gawking Joe, the wide-eyed Harriet, and the stoic Cleo. Juniper sighed in relief. Her home was pretty awesome; two bedrooms, a cool kitchen with an Island table, sun-roofing and a patio that overlooked the Charlottesburg beachfront. It's the kind of house that could impress anyone...so long as it didn't look like trash.

"Damn, Ma'," said Joe as he plopped his rear right on Juniper's couch. "I gotta take some gigs over here! This beats out any hotel I've been in." Juniper winced, hoping that Joe didn't hear the creasing of old pizza boxes underneath the couch cushions.

"Y-yeah! This city would ROCK with DJ Sage!" Juniper said as she forced herself to relax. Just as Divine was reaching for the closet, Juniper was suddenly there, leaning on the doors to keep it shut.

"Speakin' of, heard your last gig, Joey! Mixin' in some Boyz II Beasts was killer in that last mix!"

Joe blushed from the praise, and laughed. Despite his aloof appearance, Juniper knew that he was just a bit shy. He was far more reserved in his earlier years, but Juniper cuts that thought out of her head. Hearing little Divine's stomach growl, she got up and hopped back into the kitchen to give her hungry family a meal they deserved! With that patented ‘grandmother speed’, she hops over to the kitchen, picking out food from the oven and microwave.

A gorgeous cooked turkey was laid out on the table, cooked to a delicious golden brown. A huge plate of spinach followed that, and was set with a plate full of the gooiest macaroni and cheese that Juniper's family ever did see. Divine's eyes were as wide as the dinner plates, and the only thing stopping him from ransacking the food himself was the strong grip of Harriet keeping him anchored.

"Wow, Mom!" Shouted the grinning hyena mom. "This looks so GOOD! This must have taken you forever to make!"

"Aw, have a little faith in me! I fed you guys for years, so a couple'a days is nothing!" With a big grin, Juniper puffed out her chest in pride.

Juniper's bravado and pride was instantly shattered as a remark from Cleo had her mentally reeling: "Huh. You made it look good too. Kind of looks like a Bistin Market line up."

Cleo was the quietest of her three kids, but that didn't make her shy. When she actually wanted to speak her mind, Cleo's curt remarks left many speechless themselves. Even now, Juniper was sweating bullets trying to determine if that was a playful jab or a proper observation. Internally panicking, Juniper had to target Cleo's weakness.

"H-hey, speaking of! How's the business comin' along, Cleo? Finally got the right ideas for your clothing line?"

The stoic Caiman broke out into a hiss of anger, making Harriet yelped and Joe gulp.

"My designs are AMAZING! But the problem is that I don't have the materials yet! Working in that bakery's giving me mental AND financial stress!!"

Flanked by her elder siblings, they calmed her down by petting her head and scratching her neck. With words of encouragement and financial aid from her siblings, Cleo began to relax with a small rumble in her throat.

Seeing her smart little chomper get so upset made Juniper's old heart sink into a cold pit. The only way she was able to push away that doubt was to assure herself that a 'clean' house wouldn't rouse any yaps from Harriet, or snide remarks from Joe and Cleo. She breathed out, and got a knife to prepare serving the food...But she couldn't shake the feeling something was missing.

"...Huh, hey where's Divine?"

With a look to her mom, Joe answered: "I think he went to the bathroom."

Well, that was a relief. Juniper sighed and started to slice into the turkey. And then her grip went lax, making the knife fall onto the plate.

Divine doesn't know where the bathroom is.

Ignoring her children's concern, Juniper rushes out of the kitchen to find her dear grandson. She was elated to find that he wasn't too far...but also terrified, as his hand was reaching for the closet that held all her crap.

"H-heeey Champ! Ya' looking for the bathroom, right? It's actually a bit further down!"

Divine paused, and looked back at his grandma. His eyes were wide and curious.

"Oh!" Exclaimed the little Hyena boy. "Then what's this?"

"That's my closet, Divine! It's got a lot of old, nasty grandma stuff, you wouldn't be interested…" Juniper's leg began to bounce; her foot was tapping impatiently as she waited for Divine to leave....and to her chagrin, he didn't.

"Old stuff? Like your old Skateboards?! Cool let me- WAAAUUUGH!"

An anguished yelp escaped Juniper as she jumped toward divine, embracing him from the plastic, paper, wooden, and body pillow avalanche. Joe, Harriet, and Cleo all got up from their seat to see why there was so much commotion. To their shock, and Harriet's horror, they saw their mother clutching Divine as she was buried to the knees in junk. The only one enjoying this was Divine, who's eyes were wide as he held a dirty magazine in his hand.

"Whoa! Mom, Grandma has those magazines that you said were ' too sophisticated' for me!"

Joe snatched said magazine before any damage can be done, and promptly hid it in bis back pocket.  Harriet was too appalled to even care about the magazine's content as she was still staring slack-jawed on the mess in front of her.

"M-mom?!" Harriet finally shouted. "What IS all this?! Why's there so much garbage in your closet?! Is the garbage men not coming to your block?!"

Unable to hide her shame, Juniper knew it was time to come clean. Standing up among the garbage, Juniper dusts off her clothes, and sighed.

"...Nah. Ol' Juniper was just a little irresponsible here. All this stuff you see before ya? I had to get all of it in within three hours, so I kinda panicked..."

The truth had everyone feel a bevy of emotions. Joe only gave a soft whistle as he looked over the trash, Harriet looks like she just witnessed a murder, and the stoic Cleo's eyes went wide. Divine was gawking at his grandmother in disbelief.

Juniper's ears drooped. She did all that work, and now it was on the floor in a heap of trash. The weight of her shame was crushing her self-esteem; worse yet it was bringing back some unpleasant memories of her early years as a mother. With nothing else to say, juniper rubs he r left arm with her right hand. She was prepared to be chewed out and taunted by her own children...but that never came.

"Whoooa, Granny June did all this in 3 hours?! You're super fast!" shouted Divine.

"I gotta hand it to ya, Ma'. You always knew how to pack things tight!" Joe chuckled, lifting up some of the trash.

"Enough chit-chat! Divine, Joe, We're cleaning this up on the double! Mom, you take a seat this instant!" Harriet grabs the stunned Juniper and sits her down on her pizza-box supported couch.

Noticing her Mother's confusion, Cleo laid a scaly hand on Juniper's shoulder.

"...You know," mused Cleo. "You could've just said so. If your place was a wreck, we would have just got some fast food if you were too tired..."

Cleo rubbed her mom's shoulders before stepping up, to aid her family in cleaning up. Juniper watched silently, feeling all that shame warp itself into utter embarrassment. She thought too much about making a perfect dinner rather than spending time with her family. Even as they were rummaging through trash, they still talked, smiled, and even shared some laughs. The old bunny's tail twitched as her heart started to warm right back up. With a sudden hop to her feet, Juniper smiled with an all new vigor as she addressed her family.

"Alright, Kids! Momma June's gotta show ya where all my trash bags are, come on, so we can finish this up and watch Stranger Things!"

Everyone agreed with a cheer, barring Cleo. Juniper wiped away a tear as she went into her cupboard to fetch her garbage bags for the mountain of trash. It was going to be a while, but with her awesome family around, it'll take no time at all.

#whack writing #oc writing #writing #family #humor

[soothinglee]

SCIENCE HOMEWORK HELP

peter parker(AG) x reader

she/her

please do not steal my work!

there are no warnings.

masterlist

TURNING THE PAGE in her text book, formulas and scribbles coat the page as she try's and remember the chemical makeup of glucose. Each page was decorated with different science terms she didn't dare to remember, always relying on her best friend Peter to tell her when she needed help.

Science wasn't her greatest subject, if anything she would drop out given the chance. She pushed through for Peter to understand his corny puns or when he needed help fixing his jammed up web shooters.

5 minutes past and she grunts out of frustration, Peter turns his head slightly in her direction but keeps his eyes on his own paper writing in a few answers here and there.

"what's the matter?" he mumbles, laying on his stomach.

she looks up at him, her confused face contorts into a surprised one. She lets the pencil fall from her hand. "huh? nothing, nothing." for now she'll just skip the question and come back to another time. Or a later date.

"no," he drags out, putting his pencil under the sentence he left off on so he wouldn't lose his spot. He gets up slightly and swings his legs under his chest so he could be sitting on his butt. "you've been staring at your textbook for the past-" he looks up at the clock on your wall, it reads 9:40 "20 minutes."

she give him a sheepish smile and looks away, "oh."

"yeah 'oh'" he mocks pushing aside his own text book to make room for hers in his lap. "now what's up? is there a word you don't know? a formula not stated in these shitty books." He moves his hands while he talks, something y/n took notice of the last time he helped her.

she smiles at him lightly watching as he try's to grab her paper that was left discarded on the bed. She swats his hand away and takes the text book from his lap. "none of the above, I just got distracted."

He stares at her as she picks up her pencil again just to doodle aimlessly on the 40 year old, yellow paged book.

"oh boy," he shakes his head and snatches the book, paper and pencil from your hands.

"hey!"

"here's what we are gonna do," he starts, twirling your pencil between his fingers, he goes back to the first chapter of the book called 'INTRODUCTION TO SCIENCE'. "you are going to look at the sheet and tell me what you are having trouble on. I am going to help you. we both know you suck at science-"

she gives him a offended look.

"it's the truth!" he counters and hands her the paper "we both know you suck at science so, you tell me what and I'll say the answer."

"and how will this help me learn?" she asks going through the paper and starring the ones that confused her.

"it won't." he states bluntly moving a strand of hair out of his eyes.

she gives him a pointed look this time out of the corner of her eye.

"but," he continues dog earing random pages "the faster we get through this the faster we can watch the Star Wars movies."

she sighs "fine," she says reluctantly which causes Peter to cheer. "okay, one of the questions I starred was number 14," she pauses and re-reads the question. "uh, 'what is the chemical name of glucose.'"

"C₆H₁₂O₆" he responds without looking at the book, just continuing to dog ear the pages.

she write it down and erases the star next to the number. "thank you, number 17, 'what is is the melting point of glucose?'"

"146 degrees Celsius."

"peter, what. how are you even responding so quickly. you're not even giving yourself time to flip the pages!" she stops writing and throw down the pencil.

he shrugs his shoulders and bites his nails. "I don't need to, I already know it by heart."

she stares at him with her mouth open, he leans over and shuts it with his free hand. "how?"

he shrugs again "my friend back in middle school had diabetes and when I found out I wanted to do research. ended up spending 3 days looking up what 'glucose' was." he giggles slightly at the memory.

she giggles with him "you are such a idiot."

"yeah," he watches as you pick up the pencil and write in the answer "a smart idiot."

"oh whatever." you finally get a good look at him for the first time since he came over, he was tired, bags under his eyes and shoulders drooping. yet he still took the time to help you with homework and notice you needed help. "lets just finish up here."

silently, she was grateful.

but she would never tell him that.

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #x reader #b1sbee #platonic #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman x y/n #x y/n #marvel x reader #tom holland spiderman #andrew garfield spiderman #tobey maguire spiderman #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fanfic #she/her #MCU x you #MCU x reader #mcu x teen!reader #tom holland! peter parker x reader

[lilcapsicle]

Forbidden A.B

Boss AU

Andy Barber x f!reader

Summary: y/n is Jacobs Nanny and didn’t know that someone laid an eye on her

Warnings: Poorly written smut, language, praise kink, Cheating, choking, bad English, unprotected sex, not proofread, 18!!! 

A/N: Do NOT cheat and Jacob is around 7 years old on this story. I am also not really happy with this story but I still wanted to upload it.

You just tucked Jacob in bed and decided to clean up the mess he made earlier in the living room. With a sigh you sat down onto the floor and put the toys into the toy box. After that you took your phone and saw that you still had around an hour until Mr. Barber would come home from work. His wife was on a business trip, so you had to be alone with Mr. Barber for the first time. You know it was wrong but you couldn’t help the huge crush you had about him. You decided to prepare a quick meal for you and Mr. Barber. You didn’t want him to cook after a hard working day.  As you made the food, you listened to some music and your hips swayed to it. You were so into your thoughts and you didn’t noticed that Mr. Barber got off from work a bit earlier today. Unknown to you, he watched you dancing for a while with a big smile and his arms crossed. He cleared his throat to get your attention and you turned rapidly into his direction. “Mr. Barber, you got off early!” you looked at the clock. “I’m making some lasagna if you want some when it’s done”, you said while biting your bottom lip. He smiled at you. “Yeah, I hadn’t had the nerves to stay any longer at work today.” he then looked at the oven. “thank you, y/n. It’s already smelling amazing. I bet it tastes really good” You gave him a shy smile and a tiny nod. “It’s not a big deal and thank you Mr. Barber.” You turned away from him and grabbed the plates to set the tables. “Oh, lemme do it, darling.” Your heart beat sped up and your breath hitched in your throat at the pet name.

Your reaction didn’t get unnoticed by Andy and a smirk formed on his face. He took the plates and set the table and got back to you. He stood right in front of you and looked you in your y/e/c eyes. “You know, y/n?” he paused for a few seconds and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You make it really hard to resist you” Your eyes widened. “I do what now, Sir?” He chuckled and caressed softly your cheek. “I noticed the way you look at me, doll. Don’t even try of denying. You just have to tell me, you want this as much as I want it.” I swallowed hard. You even wanted this, him, more than anything, but he was still a married man and you did not wanted to be the reason for a divorce. “I mean...I do want this but you’re still a married man. We can’t do this, Mr. Barber!” He looked you deep in the eyes. “Oh my sweet, sweet y/n, of course we can do this. What do you think Laurie is doing right now? Do you really think she’s actually on a business trip?” He laughed dryly. “No. She’s fucking her new lover. I am just tolerating this shit for Jacob’s sake.” You were actually shocked. You knew they had problems, but you didn’t know Laurie cheated on him. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry, Mr. Barb-” “It’s Andy, doll. Please.”, he interrupted you. You nodded. “Oh o-of course, Mr. Ba- I mean Andy.” Andy suddenly grabbed you by your waist and looked at you pleadingly. “Doll, please. Give in your desire, don’t hold back.” You sighed and thought for a moment. You didn’t want to do something wrong but as you felt his lips slightly against your own you finally gave in. “Fuck”, you whispered and pulled him fully in by his neck. You lips crashed together. The kiss was full of desire and frustration. You felt his tongue slide over your bottom lip and you opened you mouth a bit. He explored your mouth and your tongues fought for dominance but you lost real quick. His hands roamed over your body and stopped at your ass. He squeezed your butt harshly which caused you do squeal. You felt that bastard smirk against your lips. He then lifted you and carried you into the bedroom where he threw you onto the bed. “Let’s start with the dessert today”, he said while pulling your pants and panties down. He bit his lip as he saw your glistening pussy. “Already so wet and I barely even touched you doll.” You couldn’t trust your voice so you just nodded. “Can you be a good girl for me and tell me what you what, darling?” “I- I want you to eat my pussy, please I need you”, you croaked. He grinned. “Good girl! And you know what good girls get? They get a reward!” And with that he dove down and ate you out like a starved man. You moaned loudly but covered your moans with a pillow, ‘cause you didn’t want to wake Jacob. His tongue swirled onto your clit and he started fingering you. His beard with giving you a new unfamiliar feeling but you loved it. You grabbed into his hair and pressed him more into your wet core. You felt the familiar feeling and tension rising in your tummy and wanted to lift your hips but he held you down. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” His motions sped up and you came with a high pitched moan onto his fingers. He sat back and you saw his glistening beard. He looked fucking sexy. You noticed his really present boner pressing against his pants. “Lemme help you with that”, you said while freeing his erection. His hard cock sprung free and you saw the red angry tip which was covered in pre-cum. You smiled seductively at him and gave his shaft one good lick before taking his cock in your mouth. You tried to deep throat him but he wad to big. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you down in length. “Fuck, such a good girl. Sucking my cock like a fucking slut” he moaned. He started thrusting into your mouth and you stilled your movements to let him use you. He abruptly pulled out and pushed you back into the mattress. “I need to feel your pussy ‘round me” He pecked your lips and then entered you slowly. “Shit, you’re fucking tight, babygirl”, he moaned. “you’re so big. Fuck” you moaned in sensation. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before starting to slowly thrust into you. “Fuck me, Andy. Please. Just fuck me hard”, you begged and just as if a switch was pushed he went feral. He pounded merciless into and you loved every second of it. He felt your walls flatter and knew you were near your second orgasm. He felt his balls tightened. “Cum for me, doll. Milk my cock with that tight pussy” That gave you the rest. You tightened around his cock and your orgasm hit you harder than ever. “Fuck please fill me up, Andy. Cum inside me”  . He groaned deeply as you begged him and with that you felt him cum deep into your pussy, which intensified your own orgasm. He pulled out slowly and fell beside you. You both were exhausted. “that was- wow” he smiled at you. You nodded. “Twas more than wow” He bit down onto his bottom lip as watched your cum dripping pussy. “You look so sexy, y/n” and then he kissed you once again. “Wanna take a shower?” he asked. You nodded and grinned “sure, ready for round two?” But then you smelled something burnt. “SHIT THE LASAGNA!”...

#chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Is This What You Wanted to See?

Based on Sonic X continuity, and my analysis of Dark!Sonic.

tw: child abuse, implied graphic violence

Ivo Robotnik had been the only human on a planet of mobians for quite some time when he decided it would be best if he took it over. After all, he had the genius to lead these people to a glorious future- and if that failed, he had the technical skills to turn them all into mindless robots. It made perfect sense to put him in charge.

The mobians didn’t really seem to see it that way, so he assumed he’d make some demonstrations of power, just so they knew how impressive he truly was. He was doing pretty well for himself, having taken over several villages in a couple of weeks, when the little blue blur showed up.

He’d decided to attempt a coup on another town, and so he sat seated thirty feet in the air in his mobile flier and watching as his drones flew in, shooting lasers through windows while the smaller SWATBOTs disarmed the mobians or took them hostage. Just casual, everyday political takeover stuff.

Then came the hedgehog.

Robotnik noticed one of his badniks went offline, and then shrugged and moved on, assuming it was some technical glitch or accident. But then another went offline, and another, and another. He grew confused, and then upset- was someone destroying his robots? How dare they, didn’t they know how hard it was to find decent materials in this wasteland of a planet? He flew his vehicle downwards a bit, swerving between buildings, to try and track whatever was killing his bots. The thing seemed to move fast though- maybe it was simply a technical malfunction, there’s no way any living thing could be slaying them that quickly.

He planted himself in the route the thing seemed to be taking, watching to see what would happen to the nearby SWATBOTs. Then, in a flash, the bots crumpled to the ground, huge holes in their chests, and a mobian was on the ground, unrolling himself from a little ball. Robotnik stared, assessing the creature. It was an unusual shade of blue for a mobian, and very small- now, as it stood up, he could see that it seemed to be a hedgehog.

“So!” he called out, as impressively as he could. “You dare to declare war on the great Doctor Ivo Robotnik!”

The hedgehog looked up and blinked at him.

“I must tell you, this was a foolish decision. I am much more intelligent than the rest of this planet combined! I could control every metallic substance within thirty feet if I wished! I...”

The hedgehog let out a loud, happy giggle, and then said, “Your butt looks like an egg.”

Oh. Oh no.

That voice was high-pitched– very high-pitched, but masculine. Meaning this was a child. Now the tiny stature made sense.

Robotnik flew down a bit closer, once again taking in the hedgehog with this new information. This little boy couldn’t be older than eight– maybe closer to six or seven. He had worn-out brown shoes over his feet, which he was tapping impatiently on the ground, and around his too-large gloves were clamped golden ring-bracelets, holding the fabric in place. 

After this, Robotnik considered the hedgehog’s latest statement, and then said, “Young man, this is not my posterior. This is my vehicle.”

“Your what?”

“My mobile flying machine. I created it myself.”

“What does it do?”

Robotnik wasn’t entirely sure why he was stopping to answer these questions- this hedgehog was clearly a threat, he should neutralize it. But instead, he said, “It can levitate me into the air, as well as travel at superior speeds.”

The hedgehog perked up the second he heard the word speed. “I bet I’m faster.”

“Oh, really?”

“Race ya to that really really big clock and back!” the child said, bouncing. “OnetwothreeGO!”

He took off, becoming nothing but a blur in the wind. Then, after only a few seconds, he returned.

“I win!”

Robotnik peered at him. “Fascinating,” he said. This kind of speed was highly unusual for any living creature he’d ever seen or studied.

The hedgehog opened his mouth to say something, and then flinched, grabbing one of his bracelets. Then he said, “Oh, uh, you’re the dude I’m s’possed to beat up, right?”

Robotnik raised a brow. “‘Beat up’?”

“Yeah. You’re taking over towns, and that’s no-good.”

“I am simply spreading the glory of the future Robotnik empire-”

“More like eggman empire, Eggman.”

“I would prefer if you referred to me by my proper name.”

“And I would pre-furr if you went boom.” said the child, tapping his foot again. “But I guess I’ll just have to do the spin-dash thing again.”

“The...”

The child rolled up into a ball, and launched himself at the nearest wall. He bounced off, then crashed into an alley. After a moment, he emerged, brushing trash off his quills.

“Sorry, I’m no-good at aiming yet. Just... hold still a second, okay?”

He once again curled into a ball, bounced into a wall, and this time flew straight at the vehicle, hit it in the center, and sent it flying off into the air. 

“Thank you!” the boy called as Robotnik started to scream.

---

Robotnik went several weeks before he saw the hedgehog again, but he was still absolutely fascinated.

The speed alone was enough to pique his interest. In all his studies and encounters, he’d never known of anything that could travel at those speeds- not humans, not mobians, not even machines. Add to that the fact he seemed able to use his own body as a weapon, launching a complicated vehicle into the air with merely a simple impact, and this was indeed a powerful child.

And he was a child.

Robotnik considered himself many things- a genius for starters, a born leader, a mechanic, the only remaining human on this planet, etc. But he knew he was not someone who would harm a child. Sure, he’d scare them a little until their parents agreed to hand over the city, maybe grab one or two to use as a hostage. But he wouldn’t hurt them, he wasn’t a monster. And this child was young, younger than Robotnik himself had been when he’d first started creating artificial intelligence.

He puzzled over the encounter for quite some time, sometimes forgetting to terrorize the mobians as he instead weighed the possibilities for what was going on with this child. Perhaps he had one of the mythical chaos emeralds- no, if one of those were here, he’d have seen it. Besides, he didn’t know if those were supposed to grant speed. Perhaps he was a robot, built by a rival of his- no, he definitely seemed organic, from the way he moved and bounced and talked. But this child most certainly was not alone- he’d said, “You’re the dude I’m s’possed to beat up,” implying that someone had set him on Robotnik, instead of the child making the choice himself. Maybe the boy’s parents were very powerful and considered the genius human a threat- but he didn’t know of any powerful hedgehogs. In fact, he didn’t know of any hedgehogs nearby, let alone any that would be in charge of something important.

Eventually, he went out again, and he decided to chop down the trees in a small valley to make room for his robot army. However, as the machines got to work cutting the trunks, the boy showed up again. Robotnik spotted the blur from high above the forest, zooming out from the trees and running inbetween them. He figured he should stop him, but instead he lowered himself, trying to get a better view of the child. He hid himself behind a bundle of branches, just in time for the boy to pass- he was whooping, hollering, and deliberately scattering leaves underfoot. And, yes, he started destroying the robots, that was quite annoying, but he would also pause every now and again to cartwheel, or to look in awe at some tree or rock. That seemed to indicate he, to say it in a very casual way, “did not get out much.”

After a while, Robotnik flew out from behind the tree, calling out, “So! The blue blur appears again!”

“Blue blur?” the boy turned, confused. “Where?”

“I... was referring to you.”

“Oh.”

The boy then stopped, brushing his hands on his legs, and looking up at the human expectantly, with a small smile on his face. He clearly thought this was some kind of game.

“Young man, I am simply trying to bring a brighter future to all of Mobius.”

“Really?” the boy considered, then jumped and grabbed his bracelet again- he had done that once before, perhaps it was a nervous gesture? “No, no. You’re bad. Good people don’t hurt people with robots. And good people don’t chop down trees! Do you know how cool trees are? I, like, just found out that they produce oxygen for us to breathe. We wouldn’t be able to breathe without ‘em. And they’re fun to run your paws over, I like the text-ure. One day I wanna be able to climb one, but I’m not very good at that yet.”

Whenever the boy talked, he seemed somewhat normal for his age. Meaning his power was even more perplexing.

Halfway through the boy’s rambles, Robotnik raised a hand. “Young man, what is your name?”

“My wha?”

“Your name.”

The boy blinked, as if he’d never considered having a name before. Then, he said, “Um, most people just call me ‘you’ or ‘kid’ or ‘idiot.’ I’m not fancy enough to have a name ye-- OW!”

The child once again slapped a hand over a bracelet, and Robotnik reconsidered this action. Perhaps those bracelets were on too tight, and were pinching his arms... whatever, what did he care?

“You must have a name.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Then what are you called when they tell stories of your power?”

“Usually I’m ‘the experimen-’ OW! OW! OW!” the child then hugged himself, using both hands to grasp onto the opposite bracelet, shivering.

Experiment. So he was genetically enhanced, that made more sense. But still... what kind of genetic enhancements could cause a child to do this? And more importantly, who was sending a child into a battle?

He paused, and then said, “Well, apologies, dear child, but progress must continue! Behold, my drone-bots will be your undoing!”

He backed up into the air, and hit a switch to deploy his drone-bots into the air. The boy had to dodge their lasers- which he did with his speed, giving Robotnik plenty of time to study his movements. It was so hard to see, but he indeed seemed to be running, not teleporting. He would launch himself into the air by bouncing off a tree trunk or rock, rolling into a ball to shatter the drone; being able to do that alone was a sign of incredible strength. In fact, the running must show incredible strength, too, with the fact he could go at those speeds without his heart exploding in on itself. And this was only at the boy’s young age; if he continued to grow, who knew what he could do?

Robotnik probably should have cared more that this hedgehog was going to be a problem. But instead, when the boy finished crashing through the drones, he called out, “You know what, hedgehog? Your supersonic speed is quite astonishing. Perhaps you would like to join my team?”

The boy eventually declined and sent him once again flying into the air, but for a moment, he paused, his eyes lighting up, a word sticking with him.

“Superwhat?”

“Sonic.”

---

The hedgehog appeared more and more frequently with each passing week.

Robotnik was never sure when he’d arrive to defend a village, or to free one that had already been controlled, or to ambush his machines in the woods with a gleeful laugh and barrage of questions. Robotnik kept a close eye on him, trying to figure out what exactly made this child work.

His mood changed by the day. Sometimes he was furious at the destruction the boy caused, vowing that he would make him pay for impeding his plans. And yet, some days he was more... concerned. He wouldn’t admit it, it wouldn’t really improve his reputation as a stern leader, but... something seemed wrong about this child, something very wrong. Maybe it was the lack of authority, the flinches every now and again, the fact he’d almost admitted to being an experiment. The fact he had no name.

Or maybe the fact he didn’t legally exist.

Robotnik poured through everything he could, but there were no records of blue hedgehogs being born anywhere nearby, and his drones sent farther away turned up nothing either. In fact, the only hedgehog child they had spotted was a young pink girl playing on a farm, one who looked nothing like the blue blur that was so troubling the doctor.

Something was wrong with this hedgehog- and Robotnik knew that if harm was coming to this child, someone or something was going too far.

One day, Robotnik decided to sit by the edge of a lake while he repaired a drone, watching the sun set overhead. He worked in silence for a long while, just how he liked it, and then he heard that little zoom, the pounding of quick footsteps, and then the curious, “What’cha doin?”

He turned, seeing the little boy behind the log he sat on, peering over at the machine.

“I’m repairing one of my drones, which you destroyed.”

The boy considered. “I should probably stop you from doing that.”

“You probably should.”

The boy didn’t do anything. Then, carefully, he said, “You know, I think I’m actually alone in the woods.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Usually they can follow me but I don’t think they go out here.”

“Who is they?”

The boy didn’t respond, instead crawling up onto the log and looking at the drone. “All those wires and things make it work?”

“Yes.”

“Do I have wires and things?”

Robotnik paused, and then said, “Well, let’s see.” He reached out towards the boy, and then felt his heart skip a beat when the child instantly recoiled, reaching up his hands as if he expected to be struck. Robotnik paused a moment, before saying, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’re not destroying my robots right now, are you?” Robotnik said, slowly setting the drone aside. “And I’m not rightfully overtaking a village. So we’re not enemies right now.”

“I... guess?”

“Then let me see if you’re truly organic.”

Hesitantly, the boy lowered his arms, and Robotnik reached out, running a hand over the quills.

“What’s or-gan-ic?”

“Living. Not a machine.”

“Are you organic?”

“Unfortunately.”

“What’s un-fortune-at-ely?”

Robotnik finished brushing through the quills, and then said, “You seem to be alive.”

“So?”

“No wires.” 

“Oh. They looked cool. Trees look cool, too. Do I have sap?”

“What?”

“I kept poking a tree until it made sap once.”

“No, you have blood.”

“Ugh, that’s way less cool. Trees are so cool. And plants! I never thought they’d feel so rough, I always thought they’d feel like glass. I thought a lot of things would feel like glass but I guess it’s just glass that feels like glass.”

Always thought... “Have you only just now been able to... touch plants?”

“Yeah. Being outside is so weird. But so fun!” The boy then turned to the lake, and shivered slightly. “Why do you sit by that much water?”

“It’s peaceful.”

“You’re not scared you’re gonna fall in and die?”

“Are you?”

The boy hesitated once more. “Are you trying to... ‘get information so you can defeat me’?”

“Are you?”

“I dunno.” the boy began to kick his legs, cocking his head to the side. They sat in silence for a little bit longer, and then the boy said, “I should go before they get worried. But, uh... don’t get too comfy! Cause I’m gonna beat you up next time I see you!”

“Or maybe I’ll defeat you.”

“I’d like to see you try, Eggman!”

“My name is Robotnik.”

“I won’t remember that. See ya!” With that, he was gone.

Robotnik was sure that this child was abnormal in every way, shape and form.

He was also sure that this child was in a situation more dangerous that Robotnik would ever dream of putting him in.

---

The crash came just a few months after that.

Robotnik had gotten into a bit of a routine with that hedgehog- though he was certain it wouldn’t last long, he would surely triumph eventually. The boy would appear, and trash his robots, and Robotnik would reveal a different robot, more designed to trap him. The boy would trash that, too, and Robotnik would go back to the drawing board with new information on the boy and new ideas to make better machines. After all, he couldn’t overtake the world with machines that could be defeated, could he?

One day, he had his drillbots at the bottom of a canyon, while he supervised their activity. He’d detected energy sources beneath the rocks, and wanted to be the first to find and use it. 

Sure enough, the boy appeared, looking down from a high wall. “So, Eggman!” he called. “You think you can escape me by going underground?”

Robotnik turned his vehicle around. “Ah, if it isn’t that meddling hedgehog! Badniks, attack!”

At first, it went the same as the other fights. Sonic began “spin-dashing” into the bots, or rushing around to try and get them to direct their laserfire at each other, or stopping on a rock to yawn and quip before getting right back into the action. Nothing real unusual.

Robotnik got a little concerned, though, when he glanced up, and saw people beginning to gather at the edges of the canyon, looking down onto the scene below. A quick glance told him these were just ordinary mobians, watching with curiosity to see who would win the fight. A few of them seemed to recognize him, or the hedgehog, or them both, and whispers began spreading. Robotnik turned his attention away from them after a while, in order to better send his drones after the boy. While the boy was distracted by those, the drilling machines could keep up their work.

The child shoved the last drone into the wall, letting it shatter, and then he wasted no time, bursting through one of the drill-bots, laughing as it began to collapse. He pushed through another, and another, and then, before Robotnik could blink, he’d launched himself at the doctor’s vehicle. He must have been off his aim, though, because instead of sending Robotnik away, the vehicle slammed into the canyon wall, and Robotnik was caught in the impact. Pain shot up his legs with the vehicle’s burst, and then hit him again as he fell down the wall, crashing onto the hard, rocky floor.

There was a zip, and the boy was in front of him. Robotnik looked up, struggling to move his aching limbs, as the child said, “Whoa! I think I won!”

Robotnik groaned, trying to sit up, and slipped, hissing as a burst of pain hit his arm.

“Whoa. Are you oka--” the boy paused, and then flinched and grabbed his arm. He spun on his heels, looking back towards the top of the canyon, and Robotnik followed his gaze. There were indeed a crowd of mobians, but now, when he squinted, he saw there were a few, just a little separated from the rest, who didn’t seem at all concerned or surprised by the happenings. One of them waved something- a colored flag?

It was clearly some kind of symbol, and one the child didn’t like. He gasped, and then glanced at Robotnik, and then back at the crowd. He turned to the doctor, hunching up his shoulders, tensing his muscles. For a moment, Robotnik thought he was preparing for a spin-dash. Perhaps he was. But then he uncurled himself, shaking his head. “No.” he said. Then, much louder, “No.”

A beat. Then the boy screamed.

He dropped to the ground, unable to hold himself up, and once again grabbed onto his bracelets, squeezing his hands around them as if he wanted to crush his own wrists.

Robotnik hoisted himself up, and then pushed himself closer to the child. He knelt down, examining the boy- he was definitely in physical pain, yes. The bracelets... Robotnik reached down, managing to lift the boy’s arms closer to him. Though he wasn’t touching the rings, he could feel a distinct vibration, and when he did reach forwards and poke one, he felt a jolt of pain spread up from his finger.

He reached into his jacket, rummaging through pockets to find the right tool. He finally found a screwdriver, which would have to do, he didn’t want this child in pain any longer than necessary. He managed to pry the metal under one of the bracelets, and he wiggled it around, trying to either rip it off or find some kind of clamp. The boy screamed, and Robotnik didn’t know if it was in protest to the doctor’s actions or from another jolt of pain, but he didn’t have much time to figure it out.

He pried against the metal, pushing the screwdriver to the center of the boy’s inner wrist. It felt a bit loose, so he pushed the metal up, trying to stretch the ring enough... shing! The ring opened up, dropping to the ground, and sparkled with electricity for only a second longer before dimming. The other ring, as if connected, instantly did the same, falling from the boy’s arm and crashing into the dust.

The child froze, still shaking and holding himself. Tears continued to stream down his face, but his eyes were not longer fearful or pained, but more... completely bewildered.

Robotnik lifted a ring, examining it. “What is this?”

The child choked out. “I... I was born with them... how did you get them off? You can’t get them off...”

Robotnik shook his head. “You were most definitely not born with these.”

“N-no. I was. And they zap me when I’m being bad.”

He inspected them closer. “These appear to be inhibitor rings- or, at least, they were. Clearly someone tampered with them to turn them into electric shockers.” 

“Tampered?”

“It means someone is using these to hurt you on purpose.”

The boy’s eyes widened again, and clearly a million thoughts were racing through his mind. None of them good.

Just then, something exploded- at the time, Robotnik assumed it was a delayed reaction of a destroyed robot, though later he realized it must have simply been a smokebomb, thrown to distract any potential witnesses. There was a loud noise, which caused the child to cover his ears, letting out a cry, and then there was smoke everywhere, pressing against Robotnik. He reacted on instinct, reaching out and grabbing the child and pulling him in the opposite direction of the blast, turning around to shield him from debris. But instead of being hit with metallic parts, he found something stabbed into his arm- a fast-acting tranquilizer.

Before he passed out, he heard the child scream again.

“No! No! I don’t want to- no! Stop it!”

---

As Robotnik drifted closer to consciousness, he heard several things that would take him quite a while to process.

First, the boy’s voice. “I don’t want to! No!”

“Quit being so obstinate.”

“You’re obsi-tant!”

“You have to complete your mission. Can’t you understand? You’ll be a hero.”

“No!”

“All you have to do is kill the villain. The world has already seen you as their champion, saving them from his evil clutches, now free them and let them see. Let the world see your true power.”

“Then the world is scared! I don’t want them to be scared, I don’t want anyone to be scared!” the boy was clearly sobbing, struggling to get the words out. “And I don’t wanna kill anyone! Never never never!”

“You’ve been absolutely awful recently. Perhaps allowing you outside this early was a bad idea.” A name was called, and then ordered, “We’ll have to take him farther inward.”

“No! No, no!”

“Look at you! We could have left you to die in that broken machine, but instead we took you in and kept you safe. And this is how you repay us!”

“You’re using me! You hurt me! YOU HURT ME!” a larger, more horrible sob. “You were hurting me the whole time...”

A tense pause. “We will give you one more chance. Kill your enemy.”

Another long silence, during which Robotnik’s mind began to work again. He slowed his breath, trying to appear unconscious, as he assumed he was supposed to be. He could feel his arms, pulled back into cuffs, and hear the shuffles of many people in an echoey room.

Then, an order to another. “The experiment needs punished.”

“No! No!”

More conversations, spoken as if a child was not screaming in terror behind them. “Are you sure we can’t fake the death?” “The spin-dash is quite unique, the people will notice.” “Perhaps we can work around it.” “We have a story, of course. The child was kidnapped by the human after that explosion, and in order to get out...”

They were speaking about the child as if he was merely a puppet. And as if he wasn’t, at the moment, screaming and sobbing.

Robotnik decided to take a risk, and squinted his eyes open. He was definitely attached to a chain in the wall, holding him in one area; ahead of him, many mobians. Then, on the far wall, the boy was being held down by two adults as he shouted, trying to kick them off, trying to break free.

The mobian who seemed to be in charge eventually knelt down, waiting until the child looked up at him. “You’re such a little beast. Clearly you need to re-learn how to behave.”

The boy let out a loud curse, his voice broken by tears of anger and fear. Then he spat, aiming for the mobian ahead of him. He missed, but the mobian reacted swiftly, striking the boy across the face. The child let out a scream, and then the mobian stood, as someone brought forward a metal box.

“No! No! Nononono!”

The boy was lifted into the air, still screaming, and then put in the box, the lid slamming over him, muffling his cries. It was small, too small. Robotnik would be surprised if the boy could even breathe in there.

“Put it in the water.” said the leader.

“Are you sure?” said another.

“Just a few minutes. Let him know who is in control, and what happens when he acts rebellious.”

A mobian lifted the box, attempting to carry it off.

And then the box exploded.

Everyone was thrown back with the force of the blast, all but Robotnik, who was already practically against the wall. He flinched at the pressing wind, but looked up, and thus was the first one to see the child, glowing with a black, shivering power, his eyes slanted and glowing a cold, dead white.

“What the hell?” “What is it doing?” 

The boy blinked, only once, and then tore across the room.

---

The boy knew what he was doing. Anyone could easily believe he was possessed, that he was acting involuntarily, but that wasn’t true. He had his mind about him- maybe not completely, but he knew what was happening. He just didn’t care until later, didn’t think until later. He moved fast, and he moved with a deep fury. His pounding heart blocked the screams from his ears, the energy moving his claws distracted him from what they were slicing open, his glowing eyes skimming over the blood, on the lookout for anything that moved, for the next target.

He didn’t quite know how long this happened, only that his rampage ended when he reached the doctor. His heart stopped a moment when he saw him, when he saw he was awake and watching, and then the boy was right there, ripping through the chain, causing it to burst open and set the human free.

When the chain had broken, the boy stopped in front of the human, looking over at him, trying to figure out what this man was thinking. As he stopped, he felt the darkness fade from him, sapping away the longer he stood still, lifting into the air and dispersing. He blinked, and the room seemed darker, and his hands heavier, and the world quieter.

After a moment, he whispered, “Eggman?”

The doctor paused, and then said, “Are you alright?”

The boy opened his mouth, and then closed it. And then he caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and he turned, and saw the rest of the room.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, horrified at the sight, at what he had done. He began to run, racing to each unmoving body, trying to lift them, stepping back when he realized more blood was staining his gloves, trying to keep his eyes from the rest of the carnage. “West? West, it’s me, get up, I’m sorry! Get up! Rotwang? It’s me, it’s your kid, I didn’t mean to... Vic? Wily? Davro? Cali, come on, get up! You’re okay, you’re okay, we’re gonna laugh and play a game. You said you’d play with.... get up, you’re okay! I’m sorry, I... you’re OKAY, YOU HAVE TO BE OKAY!”

With that, the boy stopped in the middle of the room and collapsed, falling to his hands and knees, and he began to scream and sob again.

After a few moments, he felt someone grab him. The doctor, the man he’d been fighting... he seemed to be hugging him, holding him close.

The boy, too tired and distraught to care, simply cried into his coat.

---

It was daylight when they stepped onto the grass.

Robotnik had taken the child from the hidden laboratory, and into his own hidden laboratory, where he helped him clean up, and found him gloves and shoes without the stain of blood or the scent of destruction. The little boy was quiet, unnervingly quiet, the entire time, but finally as they stepped outside, he spoke.

“The sun is pretty.”

Robotnik hesitated, and then said, “Yes, it is.”

The boy stepped forward, onto the paved path. “It makes it look like the road is shining.”

They were quiet, and then the boy walked into the grass, and sat down, letting the wind blow through his quills, letting the grass press against his arms and legs and sinking against the dirt. He could hear flickies chirping in the distance, and the breeze flowing through leaves and creaking branches. Clouds passed overhead, but none of them quite strong enough to block the sun.

The boy said, “I’m never sleeping inside again.”

Robotnik didn’t say anything.

“I’m not going to be locked anywhere. No more small spaces. And I’m not letting anyone be in charge of me anymore.”

Slowly, Robotnik sat in the grass beside the child. They were quiet for another long time, and then he said, “You know, I will continue to take over this world.”

Quickly, the boy responded, “And I’ll continue to beat up your robots.”

“Really?”

“You’re scaring people. You could hurt people. I don’t know if I trust you to be in charge.”

Robotnik held back a laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. No offense.” 

Pause. “Well. I’ll need some time to recover from my injuries.” The boy looked to him. “Maybe a few months. Long enough for someone to run around and see the sights. Maybe he’d even be back in time to fight me.”

“I’ll be on time for anything.” the boy said, cracking a smile. “Now that I’m free, I’m never gonna stop running.”

“Hmmph. Well, technically, you have to stop running eventually. You’ll have to sleep, and eat--”

“Don’t be stupid, Eggman.”

The boy got to his feet, and the doctor did, too. The boy reached to his arms, feeling where the bracelets had been, still surprised at how light he felt without them. Then he turned, and stuck out a hand. He’d seen the scientists give each other handshakes when they met, so he hoped that was a customary greeting.

Eggman shook his hand. Then, the boy said, “I think I have a name.”

“Oh?”

“I picked it myself.”

“Then let’s hear it.”

And so, before he raced off to feel the sun and the wind, and to feel both completely distraught and absolutely alive, he said, “I’m Sonic.”

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You're Mine | Gonta Gokuhara.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Gonta Gokuhara with a breeding / matink kink.

summary ; being raised in the wild, Gonta's repressed primal instinct has been kept away for too long. It's time he gets to make you his, forever.

tags ; afab!reader, boyfriend experience, breeding / mating kink, slight size difference, rough sex, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,7k.

note ; ahh I absolutely LOVED writing this! Feral Gonta is what keeps me up at night, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

The rays of the morning sun gently shine through the curtains of your shared bedroom, the alarm clock next to your bed indicating it's nearly 7:00 am. Last night was one of your weekly date nights, usually consisting of cooking dinner together and watching your favourite movies or tv-shows together while you talk to each other about your week.

Gonta's laying on this back, bare chested with just his boxers on and your soft white bed sheets covering his lower half. He had just woken up, grunting softly as he stretches his arms. He groggily rubs his eyes and turns on his side, now being met with you peacefully sleeping next to him.

He's usually the one to wake up first, and he loves to start his morning off by making breakfast for you and bringing it to you while you're still laying in bed. He'll get in bed and nuzzle next to you as you eat your breakfast, talking about your plans for the day.

Not this morning, though.

Ever since you've been together, Gonta has felt a weird feeling build up inside him. He's aware of what these feelings are, but he's scared that it might ruin things for the two of you. He's very attracted to you and loves you very much, so against his better judgement, he hides this part of himself for the sake of your relationship. He's never told you about it, but unbeknownst to him, you've noticed something is holding him back, and you have a pretty good idea of what it might be.

Hoping it would make your boyfriend finally act on his urges, you decided to tease him. A LOT. You started being more suggestive in certain conversations, or you'd try to seduce him by suddenly sitting on his lap or whispering things into his ear. You could see the internal struggle Gonta was having with himself. All he could think about in those moments was just absolutely destroying you and filling you with his seed. He was content with the vanilla-y sex you two had, sure, but it always took a lot for him to hold himself back and not absolutely ravage you, and he wouldn't be sure what would happen once he'd let himself go.

You decided to wear some... suggestive clothing to bed, in the hopes of making him want to do things to you. And it worked. Gonta slowly moved closer towards you and gently caressed your sides. His face was flushed red, feeling a tent already forming inside his tight boxers.

God, he loved how you looked in that. The color of your silk sleepwear complimented your skintone beautifully and the sheer lace left little to the imagination. He wrapped his big arms around you and gently pulled you against him, his hard-on poking against your butt.

Feeling something poke against you and the weight of his arms around your waist, you slowly opened your eyes. You let out a soft yawn and teasingly rubbed your body even closer against his. "Good morning, baby."

Without saying a word, Gonta held you even tighter as he started planting sloppy little kisses along your neck and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. You could tell he was at the verge of breaking, and that all that was on his mind right now was fucking you senseless. His breath against your skin made your body weak, feeling your nipples harden by the sensation of his bulge right against your entrance.

"S-S/o... Gonta apologize... H-He not contain himself any longer," he mumbles, his tone noticably lower than how he usually talks. You feel your face burning up, reaching up to gently caress his face. "It's okay baby... I don't mind," you whisper, grabbing his hand that was resting on your sides and guiding it up towards your chest.

You hear him gasp softly, even feeling his bulge twitch slightly by the sudden sensation of his large hands on your chest. Gonta immediately gets up and turns you around in one swift motion, now hovering above you as you're facing him directly. Your flushed faces finally meet each other, and you can see a look of lust and desperation in his red eyes.

"H-Honey... G-Gonta want to tell you something," he starts, clearly ashamed about bringing this topic up. You look into his eyes and nod in anticipation. "Gonta... Want to make you his, forever. He... Want to mate with you."

Your face flushes bright red and you place your hands on his face, bringing him in for a passionate, lustful kiss. "I know... Go ahead baby, make me yours," you whisper into his ear, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Like the flick of a lightswitch, something snapped inside him and the last ounce of hesitation disappeared from his mind. His primal instinct had now fully overridden his gentlemanly ways and he hungrily started kissing down your chest, wasting no time in forcefully pulling your clothing off of you, exposing your beautiful naked body. He made his way down your tummy and hips, kissing and leaving hickeys everywhere. He wanted to mark you, making sure everyone would know you're his mate. If you were to walk a little weird the next day with marks all over your body, then so be it.

"G-Gonta..!" You exclaimed as you felt him kiss the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your wet entrance that was eagerly awaiting for him to slip inside. You let your fingers run through his messy hair and held on tight, preparing yourself for the immense pleasure you were about to receive. And he did not disappoint.

He started lapping at your clit and folds, his tongue working it's magic as you arched your back in response. You knew he was good at this, but it was even better when he was in a state of pure primal instinct, wanting to make you so wet that the sounds of you two fucking would be heard from down the street. You heard his hungry groans from between your legs, his big strong hands holding a steady grip on your ankles. You felt your climax approaching, your legs twitching from the pure extacy Gonta's mouth was giving you.

Your climax was about ten times stronger than it usually was, your eyes rolling back as you let out a surprisingly loud moan.

"B-Baby please, p-please fuck me... I need you inside me-" you begged, frantically searching for him with your hands. Not even having enough time to completely come down from your high, Gonta swiftly lifted your legs in the air and over his shoulders. Because of his large physique, You felt like you were almost hanging upside down as your legs hung over his broad shoulders. He looked at you with a wild and lustful expression, instantly telling you that there was no backing down from this. Once he had claimed you as his mate, there was no going back.

He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds, audibly grunting. The feeling of just your entrance without a condom was incredible. He could not believe he was actually doing this with you. His brows furrowed and he gave you one last look before pushing into you all at once, the both of you letting out a loud moan in response. God, he was huge, and without a condom you could feel all of him, his tip already pushing against your cervix without even moving. You grabbed onto his forearms with all your might, feeling him start to move and quickly picking up the pace. His huge cock thrusting in and out of you with an incredible speed made you gasp for air, your eyes starting to tear up from the immense pleasure.

Gonta leaned in for another kiss and groaned loudly, like a wolf hunting it's prey. He felt like a completely different person, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. Seeing you writhe underneath him and nearly lose your mind from how hard and fast he was going made him so close. He stopped for a moment, quickly turning you around on all fours and pushing back into you just as fast. You felt your body getting weaker and weaker, becoming a trembling mess with your ass up in the air as Gonta was rearranging your insides.

"F-Fuck, Gonta y-yes, oh my god..!" you managed to blurt out as uncontrollable moans spilled out of you, his grip on your hips tightening and his nails digging into your skin. He was pounding into you relentlessly, all while hitting all the right spots.

"A-Ah, s-s/o feel so good around Gonta-" he grunted. You moaned loudly into your pillow as your second orgasm washed over you, screaming out his name. The feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him was what finally made him tip over, his huge load of cum finally bursting inside you. He moaned out your name as he came inside, biting your neck in response as he felt your walls milk him of every last drop.

"Is... Is s/o okay?" Gonta panted, slightly worried that he might have just broken you. You nodded in response, not being able to form a cohesive sentence after being filled to the brim with his hot load. A small pool of saliva had formed on the pillow you used to muffle your moans, both of your faces flushed red from the intense sex you two just had. But this wasn't the end of it.

After letting you rest for a little bit, he bred you about three more times before finally collapsing on top of you, panting heavily. Your entire body was marked with bruises and hickeys, and so was Gonta's. Afterwards, he kissed you all over and got you something to drink and a wet cloth for your bruises. The look of satisfaction and slight horror at the sight of you after having just bred you like four times was kind of adorable, so you pulled him towards you and snuggled up against him.

"That was... unbelievable. I love you so much, Gonta..." You managed to get out, your voice sore from all the moaning and screaming. You gently rested your head on his chest as you let your finger twirl around a lock of his messy green hair.

"Gonta very happy s/o did this with him. Gonta loves you a thousand times!" he exclaimed, hugging you even tighter.

"Now s/o is Gonta's mate, forever."

#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #drv3 #drv3 gonta #gonta gokuhara #gonta x reader #danganronpa x reader

[autisticandroids]

ok how would girls au work because i feel like to keep true with the theme of toxic gender roles them being cool and butch feels very at odds with that when like the girl version of that would be like christian girl with an instagram talking about country life and her future husband like it would be an interesting combo for them because john would be like ur an inherent failure for being a girl but also the expectations are lower already for them compared to john and sons

yeah it’s like weird! but i think about it a lot. i made a big fun post with it here.

basically my ideas are a combination of serious (dean) interesting (sam) and self-indulgent (cas).

like first of all i think sam is an out lesbian and i think she came out during the fight before stanford. like, i think she told dean when she was like fifteen, but she told john the night she left. she spat it in his face, actually. 

i think dean is like. dean loves her unconditionally but is also lightly homophobic to her about it, you know? they were accustomed to sharing motel room beds as kids but dean won’t do it anymore now that she knows sam likes girls. dean is also like, weird to her about her interactions with other women, and also talks constantly about men, as though men-liking were a cool exclusive club only dean is invited to.

i think sam has like butt length straight hair and doesn’t wear any makeup ever but doesn’t like. wear mens clothes or anything, like she wears plain clothes that are cut for women. on hunts she puts her hair in a braid. maybe she braids a spiked strap into it like beka cooper.

dean is like........ dean is a lot like young, pre-john mary i think. think the song remains the same. dean is obsessed with performing masculinity, while at the same time terrified of seeming mannish or queer. she walks a weird line, and ends up overperforming both masculinity and femininity. she regularly challenges dudes twice her size to arm wrestling contests in bars, but she never goes out of the motel room without a full face of makeup. like she’s obsessed with doing both. masculinity for respect, and femininity for conformity. you know that thing dean does with his voice? the harshening? the intentionally adopted accent and tough guy tones? she does that too. and her voice is raspy, like rachel miner’s. she’s just as invested in her “heterosexuality” as canon dean.

she wears dean’s same green army jacket but underneath it she ties up a flannel shirt so it bares her midriff. she wears her hair like s13 mary, except that sometimes she puts it in little pigtails. 

cas is the easiest because cas’ gender presentation doesn’t matter at all except in how OTHER PEOPLE relate to her, so it’s less a question of “how would cas do woman?” and more a question of “what would it be fun to see other people/dean specifically react to?”

so basically like. jimmy novak is a frumpy feminine christian mom. still wears the trench coat and probably a suit but when i say suit i mean blazer, pencil skirt, tights, blouse (or maaaybe a button down), low-ish heels. long hair in bouncy curls (think rowena’s hair but no bangs and black). actually jimmy novak probably pinned her hair up in a slight updo.

anyway i’ve decided that i refuse to try and remember what actually happened with cas falling in like, canon, like how close he got to human. this au’s cas gets close enough to human that she has to start like. showering. anyway she can’t take care of the hair so it gets tangled in a giant rat’s nest and dean gives her a bathroom chop. she has to borrow the winchester sisters’ clothes, because she has to start changing clothes but also because she can’t fucking walk in jimmy’s heels or in that confining skirt without the assistance of her grace. 

all the winchesters’ clothes look baggy on her because she’s kind of spindly and narrow and flat as a board. like dean and sam have big shoulders, big hips, and big breasts, and cas has zero out of three, so anything she wears looks like a smock. she keeps wearing the coat over whatever they give her. she’s tallish (five feet eight or nine inches?) but dean is taller and sam is freakishly tall. cas could probably pass for a man alone but when she’s with dean or sam it’s obvious she’s a woman just because of the heights.

when she returns to angelhood at the end of season five, she’s wearing jimmy’s white office button down, but no bra underneath because the only reasons she would need one would be to either make her boobs look bigger or to hide her nipples and cas isn’t interested in either of those things and bras are uncomfortable, no blazer on top, a set of cargo pants that look feminine and form fitting on dean because dean is in possession of an ass and hips, but baggy and dykey on cas because she is not, combat boots (also dean’s), and the coat, and her hair is just like canon cas’ hair but way choppier because dean cut it for her.

anyway, dean treats cas in a WILD way, like. they do some intricate rituals in season four? they are dean winchester and castiel, after all. but after cas butches up in season five and then stays that way dean pushes it into overdrive. “i wish you were a boy so i could date you” shit. dean lets cas put a hand on the small of her back. she jokes that cas is her boyfriend. when cas sleeps, they sleep in the same bed, “since you can’t possibly share with sam, she’s a dyke.” also she called cas cassie a lot when cas looked more feminine but switches exclusively to cas when cas looks more masculine. like it’s this whole “”””straight”””” girl intricate ritual where one is attracted to a masculine woman so one coercively masculinizes her further.

sam tries to check in with cas to see if cas is cool with this forcible masculinization and weird gender relationship, because sam is gay and Understands or at least thinks she does. she also catches wind that cas is here to smash a lot sooner than in canon. but anyway cas rebuffs her because cas hates sam. 

tangent, but one of my least favorite things that happens in mid spn, starting i think in s6, is that they start needing plausible deniability for cas, so they start pretending him and sam are like, friends. like 6.20 “i did it to protect the boys. or to protect myself. i don’t know anymore.” like there’s all this emotional stuff where cas is clearly talking about his emotional connection to dean, but sam gets included in order to make it seem SLIGHTLY less gay. and that’s annoying because of the no-homo-ness but it’s actually more annoying because 1) i liked s5 cas’ bitchiness towards sam i think that killed and 2) if sam and cas are gonna be friends after cas was a bitch and called sam an abomination and shit, develop it! develop it! don’t just Say that they are.

anyway it’s my au and i say what happens so the plausible deniability “both the brothers are important to me” shit does NOT happen and cas is a bitch to sam throughout s5&6. they do eventually bond later? like cas still takes sam’s hell trauma, and sam feels like she owes her for that (even though it was CAS’ FAULT IN THE FIRST PLACE but sam is batshit like that). so that’s what kind of gets them to eventually bond a little and become friends and comrades. 

also sam clocks cas as gay. obviously. sam tries to inform cas about being gay. because sam too is gay. it only kind of sticks. cas doesn’t really understand how human societal roles work. cas has HUGE angel autism and i support her.

also as long as we’re talking about five and six, why don’t we deal with male lisa. so obviously the kid thing doesn’t work. the thing that lisa does that makes dean like :o is not “have a kid that might be dean’s” but “tell dean he was going to propose.” this implies that they were dating in the past longer than canon dean and lisa but oh well. 

however, when dean gets pulled back into hunting, she’s six weeks pregnant by lisa and doesn’t know it. cas immediately tells her, and offers to give her an angelic abortion. she accepts without hesitating and cas does it. the fact that this - cas taking ownership of dean’s reproductive organs in a somewhat invasive way, even if it was wanted - contributes to their whole.... season six..... dynamic. dean never tells lisa about this.

that’s everything i can think of. i have work in four hours.

#spn #asks #pregnancy tw #Anonymous #girls au

[bohemianrhvps]

She. -G.W.

Summary: after the quidditch match, and victory, against the Slytherins, the Gryffindors hosted a party in their common room and when George’s crush came in, the alcohol running through his veins makes him act without thinking.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol.

“Mate you’re fucking wasted.” Fred’s voice was loud but the music was louder and George was so drunk that he didn’t even care what his brother was saying to him.

“Just leave me alone and go shag one of your ladies, would you?” he was standing on the table, wobbling with a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand, his shirt completely unbuttoned and his freckled toned chest exposed.

“ Don’t stop believin’ “ by Journey began to play and George was thrilled. He began to sing, pretending that the bottle was his microphone. Being half of the infamous Weasley twins led him to have a high reputation also due to his pranks so everyone had their eyes on him, smiling and laughing at his drunken state.

“DON’T STOP BELIEVIIIIN’ GO BROTHER GO “ Fred got on the table, hugging his brother and singing with him.

As the song ended George and Fred went straight to their friend Lee, who was chatting with Angelina, Alicia and Katie.

“Ew Georgie you’re all sweaty” Katie giggled as soon as George was near her.

“Then stay away from me” laughed him, earning a cold glare from her.

“So is your future wife already here, Georgie?” asked Lee, sharing a knowing look with Fred who was already smirking.

“I’m here, hello?? Can’t you see me?” Katie waved her hand in front of Lee, making George groan in annoyance. Angelina and Alicia shared a silent laugh, they knew about Katie’s crush on George and they also knew that the tall ginger twin had his eyes on another girl which was pretty clear.

He always made sure that everyone knew he had his eyes on (y/n), only her. He made sure with the long gaze in the Great Hall, sitting next to her when they had classes together, which were a few. She also knew he had eyes only for her and his attention only made her like him more. Fred said it was like a mating dance between the two of them, he didn’t know why they weren’t already dating.

“HELLO FUCKERS!!” (y/n)’s her best friend (y/bf/n) shouted as they entered the Gryffindor common room with their group of friends.

“Woooo someone’s already drunk, isn’t she?” Fred greeted you and your friends, placing an arm around (y/bf/n)

“Freddie leg’s go have some fun, yeah?” (y/bf/n) said giggled, hugging Fred’s waist.

“Hell yeah, woman!” Fred winked in George’s direction and disappeared.

George hadn’t notice (y/n) until he heard her laugh, he snapped his head in her direction and looked into Lee’s eyes.

“Am I presentable?” he asked his friend while fixing his hair, the bottle of fire whiskey still in his hand.

“Well sort of” Lee snorted.

“Georgie where are you going?” Katie asked him, putting her hand on his bicep.

“You see that gorgeous girl right there?” he pointed (y/n), who was still laughing with her friends. “She’s the love of my life and now I’m gonna make her mine.” he began to walk towards her, missing the “Sure you do” Lee said to him.

“Hello, love, are you having fun?” he greeted you, putting an arm around your waist and kiss your temple.

“You hot, George?” (y/n) asked him laughing while looking at his state, she couldn’t help but but her lip slightly looking at his tone bare chest.

“Thanks, (y/n). You’re hot too, especially with this top.” he felt her arm sneaking around his waist and he pulled her closer.

“It was a question since your shirt is open but thank you.” she placed her hand on his chest, patting it.

“At least I hope you enjoy the view.” his hand sneaked in the back of her neck, playing with her hair.

“I’m always enjoying the view when I look at you, Georgie.” she giggled and he felt his cheeks growing red.

“Come with me, I have to tell you something.” he took her hand and began to walk towards a small corner of the room. He slightly pushed her against the wall and positioned himself in front of her, his palms on the wall to the sides of her head.

“Okay George what do you want to tel-“ her words were cut off from his lips on hers. He just couldn’t help it, he couldn’t find the words to tell her that he was infatuated, he was in love with her so he just acted. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her when she was looking at him with her beautiful doe eyes.

“George no.” she slightly pushed him away.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked me, I’m so sorry I thou-“ he felt her finger on his lips, shutting him up.

“I do, I do like you Georgie and I wanted to kiss you for so long but you’re drunk and I do not want to take advantage of it.” her voice was soft but loud to make sure he heard her through the loud music. Her hand was of his cheek and her soft gaze never left his eyes.

“I’m drunk you’re right but this was a sober decision.” he lowered his body so he was at her same high.

“Stand up you prat, you make me feel smaller than I am if you go down.” she playfully slapped him, making him stood up.

“I’d prefer go down on my knees and bury my head between those pretty thighs, anyway.” he whispered in her ear making her blushing furiously.

“George Weasley, you perv!” her cheeks were red and he couldn’t help but laugh at her flustered state.

“Ugh come here” she sighed reaching her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down and kissed him again.

And that’s how their heated make out session began. They spent the entire party making out in the corner of the common room, her hands around his waist and her back pressed firmly on the wall, his hands still on the wall at the side of her head.

**

“(Y/n) and George made out the entire party and I missed it?” (y/bf/n) said shocked.

“Please remind me where you were” you said placing your hand behind your ear.

“Fred’s dorm, doing some activities ” (y/bf/n) whispered looking down.

“Anyway (y/b/n) you should have seen them! He was eating her face we were all shocked.” (y/f/n) laughed then went silent. “Weasley boys, twelve o’ clock.” she moved her head towards the twins direction, who were walking towards (y/n)’s table.

“Well goodmorning gorgeous.” George said sitting down near (y/n), placing his hand on her cheek and peck her lips. She remained silent, looking at George almost shocked.

“What is it?” he said biting his toast. “I can’t kiss my girl now?”

“So I’m your girl now?” she asked him, smirking and raising her brows.

“Thought I made it clear last night, after kissing you for hours. Don’t you remember putting your tongue down my throat? Merlin I thought I was going to suffocate at some point.” he teased her smiling cockily and biting his toast again.

“Oh yeah I clearly remember your hand on my butt and you moaning in my mouth.” she answered nonchalantly.

“Can you two stop flirting in front of us and go shag already?” Fred said pretending to throw up.

“Thanks for the idea mate!” George utterly stand up, taking (y/n)’s hand and drag her outside the Great Hall.

“Please be careful!” (y/bf/n) shouted, making your friends laugh.

little note: I’m sorry this is not as good as I thought, anyway I hope you like it

#george weasley imagine #george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #fanfiction #hogwarts

[rodeoxqueen]

Keeping Up With A Himbo: Vergil (I)- Lost In The Sauce

Series Summary: A series of domestically fluffy snippets where the s/o of a Sparda learns just how much of a himbo their lover is.

Work Summary: Vergil tries to cook for you and loses a fight with a salt grinder. 

Tags/Warnings: Gender-Neutral S/O, Domestic Fluff, SFW, Vergil Is A Disaster And We Love Him, Meme References in Title and Story, Implied Touch-Starved! Vergil, 

Vergil always noticed that ever since he moved to your place, he had yet to move a finger when it came to making meals. Usually, it was you who chose to go to the grocery stores and come back home to cook. 

It always brought him good feeling, to sit beside you and have a hot meal with you. However, he soon realized how the scale of responsibilities was becoming lopsided, tipping in his favor. 

You would return exhausted from work, only to cook and clean once more. Vergil was also working at his brother’s shop, slaying demons and all sorts of nasty creatures. 

But he was a subhuman of ungodly stamina, he rarely felt exhaustion as quickly as you did. You knew that. And yet, here you were, still insisting to do most of the cooking. Although it was nice to be pampered, reading a book near the counter as you chopped up ingredients for a hearty lunch or dinner, Vergil knew it was unreciprocated for some time now. 

As of late, your work had become harder, with longer hours and lesser benefits. You found yourself pushing against the clock, having to prepare the evening meal despite the time crunch. You woke up earlier to sleep later. And yet, you staunchly refused to not provide for the two of you. 

He grumbled a bit on the inside, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. His eyes glanced at the clock. You would be home in an hour, at around 9 pm. Much later than you had already been working. 

Humans are easily tired, and it was a Friday. For you to come home and deal with such a chore would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Vergil cursed himself. He was more than capable of doing some tasks around your shared home. After years of living alone, he was not used to all of this-this bliss. How could he be so foolish to not give back to his beloved? 

With strife, he promptly rolled up his sleeves and grabbed your apron. A bit small around his chest, as he was much more muscular than you. 

Thinking of the sight of your face brightening if you came home to a prepared meal, he set out to prove himself as more than capable in the kitchen. 

And perhaps garner some praise from you. Not like he’d ever admit he wanted it.

He opened the cabinets and fridge. Careful hands took out pasta and tomato sauce, setting it on the counter. Vergil read the instructions for the spaghetti, doing exactly what the box told him. 

It was already his job before to open the cans, and the glass jar popped freely of its lid within seconds. 

He tasted the sauce with a spoon, observing that the sole acrid taste of tomatoes did not sit well with him. 

What did you always add? Obviously salt and pepper. 

He did as such, taking out the old salt grinder. He proceeded to grind the salt into the pan of simmering sauce, bubbling perhaps too rapidly and violently. Somehow, no salt seemed to come out. He tsked and incessantly continued his motions for what seemed like whole minutes. 

When that didn’t work, he changed his clockwise motion to counter, and no avail. It must have been jammed in the inside, he deducted. 

He shook the grinder. 

The lid of the grinder fell into the saucepan, a cup’s worth of salt tumbling in also.

Vergil cursed, trying to take out as much salt as he could before it dissolved in the sauce. 

The hands of the clock comforted him, you were yet to be home for some time. 

The sauce was ruined and it was salty like the sea, ten-folded. 

“What can counteract salt?” Vergil thought to himself.

A dusty lightbulb flickered in his mind, and he reached for the little canister of sugar. 

He poured some sugar into the sauce, hoping to revert it back to normal. Years of consuming demonic flesh would do this to a man’s sense of culinary logic. 

The pasta, which he forgot to strain out earlier, flopped miserably into the pan. Vergil gave his attempt a try.  

As if salt wasn’t bad enough, the sugar combined in it made Vergil actually recoil. How on earth did you cook everyday?! 

More over, how on earth did he derail a simple recipe to this? 

Sauce, burnt, salted, sweetened, and pasta forsaken and soggy, Vergil had officially lost his mind. 

He went to take off your apron in shame, and all the hairs on his body stood up when the door opened, earlier than he presumed. 

You came home to a strange smell, kicking off your shoes and leaving your coat on the rack. 

“I’m home!” You called out wearily, ready to make some dinner. 

You expected to see Vergil sitting in his loveseat. What you got was Vergil standing awkwardly in the kitchen, as if he did something wrong and didn’t want to tell you. 

“He looks like that Robert Pattinson meme?” You half-smiled at your internal monologue.

“Ah! You’re cooking.” You say, making your way over to the stove. 

He murmured grumpily. It appeared he tried to make some noodles in tomato sauce. You went to take a forkful of it, when a strong hand caught your wrist. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

“Why not? You made it!” 

“I don’t want to poison you.” His grip was strong, refusing to let you move your hand to your mouth. 

Instead of putting the pasta to your face, you put your face to the pasta, tricking the devil with your conniving reflexes. He released you with a sigh, his lover Loki-incarnate. 

Vergil expected a look of disgust akin to his own, yet you didn’t allow that reaction to appear on your features. 

“Not bad.” You say with endearment, looking up at him. He scoffs when your eye twitched at the soured taste. 

“You would be a fool to lie to me.” 

“I mean, it’s-it’s something.” You laugh, stirring the very-past-al-dente noodles. 

The fork clinks against something solid in the pot. You fish out the lid of the salt grinder. 

“Oh, oh you really got lost in the sauce.” You deadpan. He stiffens in embarrassment. 

“This was a waste of resources and time. I should’ve been better.” 

“Not to me it’s not. You did do your best. Were you trying to cook for me?” He nodded, refusing to look at you. 

You take another mouthful, noting sweetness. 

“Did you add sugar-” Your answer lies in the half-empty container of sugar. You cover your mouth to laugh. Vergil grumbles again. 

“It’s okay, Vergil!” He still won’t look at you. No matter how much you chant his name, he refuses to turn his head. 

“Hey. Hey.” You try to move his face to look at you. His jaw clenches and he relents his gaze at the wall, opting to be eye-to-eye with his beaming lover. 

“You tried. And that’s all that matters.” 

“And I have failed to make something edible. It’s not fair for me to serve you this after such a toiling week of work-” He glances at the pan with this scorn. 

“But you made something for me. And that’s very thoughtful of you.” You cup his cheek, your boyfriend subtlety leaning to your palm. 

“I’m still not letting you eat the rest-” 

“Oh trust me, I don’t want to.” You butt in, taking out your phone. 

 Takeout?” You offer, pointing to the GrubHub delivery app. 

He agrees, letting you pick out what you think he would like. 

Your grumpy devil sits on his dark blue loveseat, forgoing to untie the apron. You wait for your delivery, sitting in his lap. Your exhaustion from work and the emotional sauce rollercoaster is seeping away from you-

-and into the plush pectorals against your cheek, framed nicely by your usual cooking smock. 

“This man could burn down the kitchen with that apron on and I’d just let him.” You think to yourself. 

He’s lucky he’s cute. 

#rodeo is not sponsored by grubhub...although that would be very yeehaw of them to do that #keeping up with a himbo #kuwah #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil imagines #dmc vergil #devil may cry #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry imagine

[huangbae]

꒰ NCT DREAM REACTION ꒱

being in a long distance relationship <3

< MARK >

met you from a mutual friend

you got added to a groupchat with him in it

he liked the memes you sent so he dmed you

got caught off guard when you started flirting w him a few days later

“hahahah”

just went w it

until you started being more and more flirtatious w him

he asked if you had a crush on him

after you said yes and asked to go out w him

things got pretty serious

he sent you lots of flirty messages

uses heart emojis in almost every text

asks you what time it is where you are all the time

bcs

timezones

wants to meet you one day

but lowkey he’d freak out if he met you

sometimes you send him photos of your outfits

he doesn’t tell you but

he looks forward to you sending him photos

bcs he thinks you’re cute

and he freaks out when you do send him photos

“you’re driving me crazy y/n hahahaha”

< RENJUN >

met you in a random comment section

you were arguing in that comment section over something stupid

he took it to the dms

but after viewing your profile

he saw a pic of you that you posted

started beinf nice to you after he noticed that you were cute

went from “YOU’RE SO DUMB” to “okay but i still think you’re wrong”

you thought you guys were done talking

until you posted a pic of yourself a few weeks later

and he liked it

and dmed you “hello can we start over again”

after a few weeks

you guys were still talking

and you developed a crush on him

one day you asked if he had an s/o

and he said “no, would you like to apply for the position?”

needless to say you guys were official

as far as your relationship goes

you get kinda insecure

bcs you’re like 3,000 miles away from him

and you didn’t want him to find someone else

he’d reassure you by saying

“i don’t think i’d fall in love with anyone else, y/n, it’s kind of exhausting :P”

so yeah

he’s a pain in the butt

< JENO >

i already did a fic on (sort of) long distance bf jeno!!

read here

< HAECHAN >

met you on a discord server

and he’d go on a call w you almost everyday

you guys also played games together

he’d say some flirtatious things during calls

and give you special treatment when you were playing games with him and his friends

he didn’t notice until johnny pointed it out

and after you had to leave the call

he thought about it for like an hour

and he realized

he likes you

the next day while you guys were on a call

he told you everything

“i know we’re so far away but i like you so much and i don’t care about the distance :((“

you started dating after he confessed

honestly he treats you the same way he did before you guys got together

but when his friends teased him for giving you special treatment

he’d always say

“whatever, you guys are just jealous i’m the best boyfriend ever”

< JAEMIN >

met you on a dating app

used a really cheesy pickup line

honestly you didn’t think you guys were compatible at first

until you started talking to him more

and you realized he was really sweet

he sends you good morning and goodnight texts everyday

even if you guys are in different timezones

he’d wait for it to be morning or night for you

even though you told him not to bcs you felt bad keeping him up

he also had your country on the clock app on your phone

and the weather app

“its cold where you are, y/n, you better cover up >:)”

for your anniversary he calls a local florist in your country

and delivers flowers to your house

“so glad you liked the flowers love <33”

hfjfjdjfjf

sends you photos of him sometimes

and lots of wholesome memes

“me & who? me & you <3”

lots of “i wish i were there rn :(” texts

cheesy but so cute hdhfjdjfj

< CHENLE >

you already knew each other

because you went to high school together

but you moved after that

and about a year after you moved

he found your account

and dmed you

you talked until he asked you for you zodiac sign

“our signs are compatible, y’know <3”

after that you started getting flustered by his messages

legs swinging and all that good stuff

you waited for him to text you every day

because you didn’t want him to think you were desperate

but every time you waited a few minutes to answer his message

he’d spam you

“y/n”, “y/n l/n”, “BRO”, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANSWER ME :((“

so yeah that was reassuring

after you guys do get into a relationship

he’d start sending gifts to your house

everytime you talked about smth you wanted

he’d buy it from amazon

and would wait for your reaction a few days later

“anything for you, y/n >:D”

< JISUNG >

like renjun he met you in a comment section

but it was a more cute interaction

“@y/n you’re so cute 🥺”

you dmed him bcs

its jisung ofc you’re gonna dm him

he was so cute

uses lots of emoticons

likes when you go off on tangents and talk about yourself

he talks about you a bunch

to his friends and family

his family tried to discourage him from talking to you

bcs you’re pretty far away

but he doesn’t really care

he sends you videos and pics of him throughout the day

one day he sent you this really pretty video of him

he was just out of the shower and his hair was wet

and he just looked really pretty

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im going off on a tangent

anyway

he liked sending you videos because you complimented him all the time

also

you had a lot of late night convos

“i wanna see you in person one day, y/n”

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tysm for reading !! i hope you enjoyed, sorry for the lack of posts lately :(( i’ve been on sort of a writing block so i’m trying to get back to my old schedule:) pls send requests via asks or dms !! :)

~ with love, huangbae :)

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