#>:’] whadda pain

[blushouyo]

thinking very hard about the ending of tfone and megatron's reasoning behind the things he says and does... at first i couldn't reconcile with the way he spits out the word prime when referring to optimus bc ???? the primes were never the problem... it was sentinel ?? but then i realised that other than it being bc sentinel tainted the idea for him somewhat. it's also probably bc he's deliberately separating orion from optimus for his own sake... deciding that his best friend really did die when he dropped him as the other option is too difficult for him to even think about acknowledging in his current mental state... 🥲

[b-blushes]

forgetting that i'm getting a bad grade in 'taking care of my house' this week by focussing on that i'm instead putting all my effort into getting a GREAT grade in enrichment >:)

saw my friend yesterday

went in the garden today

asked for a lift so i can hopefully attend my chronic pain museum group for the first time in months later in the week

making plans for extra sibling time hanging out at christmas in a way that i can actually manage disability style

finishing up cards for friends

messaging friends when i have some brain cells to rub together

YAY. would love to also be able to stay on top of things while i try to boost morale but sometimes you have to prioritise i guess 👍

[cherry-shipping]

one of the (admittedly many) reasons i love love love LOVE my uf and ht self inserts i think is because all the shit i hate about myself is amplified with them and i LOVE them for it. theyre weird gross perverted overbearing annoying creeps who nobody really feels comfortable around. and its the BEST!!!!!!!!! like yeah they suck shit. they dont know anything and theyre genuinely disturbing and disgusting people. arent they just the BEST

[patchdotexe]

Joseph? From JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? /hj

well his adventure is certainly bizarre but i don't think he's buff OR fashionable enough to be a jojo

(joseph is another of my super old ocs!! he's dominic's brother and also A Huge Jackass in the original version and that's a pretty big reason of why i keep going 9_9 while transcribing this fic. in his current iteration he is a 14yo with bad emotional regulation and if he had a tumblr blog he would have a tag dedicated entirely to reblogging photos of ice <- this is because he was in our system briefly and he did this)

[saltedsolenoid]

stupid mucking uneaven deeth HURTING owwwwwwwieeeeee

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Thinking about my coworker who grew up on the street I live on now and incidentally knows my grandma who's technically not related but we kept her and apparently immediately clocked me from coworker's vague description

[xumoonhao]

FOREFOX DOESNT EVEN SUPPORT ANIMATED CURSORS T___T

[mechaffeine]

I did. Not realize that injections could be so much less painful (subQ in the leg rather than in the bellyfat, where I have been doing them)

[havockingboo]

oh, you kid!

Is it true you have to watch the simpsons first before watching monkey wrench to understand the lore

[intoanotherworld23]

Peaches And Cream

Summary: Joel loves the taste of you, and you love being his favorite dessert

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mature themes, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

A/N: if anyone wishes to be added to my Pedro/or Joel tag list please let me know and I’ll be happy to add you. Heart, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and supportive. Thanks! XOXO

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Hall Of Hunks

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Joel. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

“I’ve never seen you cum so much sweetheart.” Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. “You did so good for me baby.”

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn’t want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.” His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

“Joel.” Whining his name as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

“Whadda you need pretty girl?” He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Joel knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

“Fuck me baby girl look at you.” Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That’s exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Oh god.” Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Joel looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Joel could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

“Tastes like peaches baby girl.” His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. Sex was always amazing with Joel, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

“Fucked that pretty cunt so good, didn’t I?” His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Joel already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

“So proud of you my sweet peach.” His nickname had you smiling as Joel pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state. “I’m not done with you yet though baby girl.”

[jennifer-jeong]

haiii!! could I put in a request for boothill x an alcoholic engineer reader who’s personality takes a complete 180 when drunk? Like when sober they’re really quiet and a total introvert but when drunk they’re basically a party animal/super hype(the reason why they drink so much is because it helps them forget about their life problems like taxes and student loan debt, if I had to compare the reader’s personality to a character I’d say hiroi kikuri from bocchi the rock) but they’re like crazy smart when it comes to machines and stuff and even fixes up boothill from time to time

headcanons or a small fic is fine^^

HII I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’ve just been out of the groove of writing for a bit but your request is so cute and I wanted to take a shot at it. Thank you for your request and I hope you like it!

Fluff + Suggestive | Boothill x GN!Reader A Few Drinks

CONTENT Fluff, suggestive, him flirting with you, you flirting with him, getting handsy, alcohol consumption, pet name usage, no reader pronouns used, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 1227

It was a regular Friday afternoon in your personal workshop situated in your home on a planet not far off from Penacony and easily accessible via space anchors. The planet was mostly made up of plains, your house sat near a pond and was surrounded by grass and your tiny gardens that you filled with flowers and succulents. You were an excellent engineer working both for corporations as well as taking on smaller private contracts/projects occasionally. You were currently working on a specific cyborg’s finger joint, putting the finishing touches on the cybernetics before he came to have it attached to his robotic body.

You heard a familiar clicking of boots against the sidewalk to your open workshop door before an equally familiar greeting from the cyborg cowboy.

“Heya sweetheart, how ya been? Hows my dumb fudging finger treatin ya?” he chirped, his voice slightly grainy and robotic due to a lack of organic vocal chords.

You swivel around in your chair, giving him a small smile. “Your pinky was pretty messed up but I managed,” you replied quietly, a little anxious talking to the -handsome- man you knew killed people on the daily.

“Ah, ya always fix me up fine and dandy, I knew you’d be able to help,” he said as he walked towards your workbench.

You gave him a small chuckle at the praise and turned around to grab the fixed finger. “Thanks… now just have a seat on the-” you were cut off by turning slightly and being met with his face awfully close to yours. He had leaned over your shoulder to take a closer look at your work, his hands held behind his back.

Your eyes widened as you froze for a moment, unintentionally staring at him before looking away. He was looking at your work but when you turned away he took the opportunity to scan over your flustered self, grinning slightly at how cute you were.

You always treated him so sweetly, disregarding what he did for work because you knew about his past. How could he not find you adorable?

He pulled away to walk towards the table that doubled as an operating table when he or your other clients needed bigger fixes.

“Here?” he says knowingly.

You nod quickly before grabbing a few tools and setting up to attach the part back to his synthetic nervous system.

It was a painful few minutes of him watching you intently as you worked. He was sitting up, leaning back on his right hand, legs spread as he got comfy. His left hand was propped up into a sleeve to keep it still as you worked on it. You tried hard to not look up at him despite knowing he was staring down at you the entire time, probably with that teasing grin he always wore around you.

Once you were done and he finished paying you (with a generous tip no less), he suddenly wondered what you’d be doing since the work week just ended.

“So, whadda ya doin after closin’ up shop today? Ya ever go out for Friday happy hour?”

You whipped your head around to him at the mention of drinking before looking down at the ground, hoping you didn’t seem too eager to talk about alcohol.

“Y-yeah, I go every weekend,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “really? Ya didn’t really strike me as the drinkin’ type darlin’.”

You swallowed at his use of pet name.

“Yeah… it helps me get my mind off work and shit,” you shared with him, figuring it was fine to tell him about it since you already started to get to know each other pretty well during his visits. It was hard to explain, but you trusted him.

“Huh… Well, let’s fudgin’ go then!” He says, jumping off the table. “Lemme know when ya ready darlin”.”

“W-whoa there darlin’” Boothill says for the nth time after you two got to a vintage looking club in the city. You were stumbling a bit as he tried to prevent you from knocking anything over or getting yourself hurt. You kept bumping into him, grabbing onto his arms or his chest to stabilize yourself.

It was your turn to fluster the man.

After all the times he’d made you shy and bashful, him feeling your hands all over him in this context and not during some sort of repair procedure was really setting off his sensors.

You giggled in your drunken state and dragged him by his hand to the crowded dance floor. The current song was just ending and you heard the first few beats of one of your favorite songs. The crowd clearly also liked the song as you all started getting hyped. You started jumping and dancing in front of him as you held his shoulders. You even grabbed the attention of some nearby girls as they encouraged you and you did the same to them.

Boothill’s expression slowly morphed from curious shock to an endearing smirk as he laughed at your total 180 shift in personality as soon as you had a few drinks. His hands found your hips as you continued to dance all over him while he moved with the rhythm.

It was also in this moment that he realized exactly what you were wearing too, it was a pretty, skin tight top and ripped shorts, completely different from the baggy overalls and t-shirt you usually wore in the workshop.

He felt his body’s cooling system kick in a bit harder.

You noticed his eyes on you as you always did, but this time, with alcohol in your system, you decided to do something about it.

You pushed him into a nearby bar stool, forcing him to sit down and lean against the bar counter. You stood between his legs, hands on his chest as you leaned towards his face.

“Thanks for coming out with me Bootie~” you said with your eyes lidded, batting your eyelashes at him. His breath hitched at the sudden nickname usage that you’ve call him by before.

“I’ve been stressed about shit recently but this is fun” you giggle, “we should do it more often,” you add, looking him up and down, something he doesn’t miss.

He relaxes slightly, hands finding their place on your waist again as his signature grin comes out. You could tell he was still pretty flustered though, he was into it, but still a bit shy.

“You’re always looking at me like that, Bootie,” you say as you trace a finger on the underside of his jaw, making him look at you. “I don’t say it when I’m not drunk… but I hope y’know I don’t mind it,” you say with a smile and lidded eyes. Your finger trails off the bottom of his chin as he ever so slightly chases your touch.

You giggle again at his reactions to you, feeling a bit giddy knowing that he was as into you as you were into him.

You push off him to run back to the dance floor, calling out to him with the nickname you just gave him.

The cowboy adjusts his hat before blinking a few times, smiling, and exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He follows you back to the dance floor as he thinks “I’m fudged.”

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[tojigasm]

dilf!jake went a lil too rough with reader and she whispers out the safe word

You feel heavy and airy, mind fuzzy and skin hot with anxiety as you feel Jake's hand come down to push your cheek into the ground again.

It had been fun at first, the uncommon roughness that filled his every thrust and that soaked into the foggy air surrounding you.

It felt almost as if the forest was closing in on you. With the sheen of sweat that covered your skin and the grip of Jake's hand in your hip – squeezing and pulling and mending your flesh – it felt like you were suffocating.

"J-jake," you choke, voice broken and hoarse from his hand that slipped from its place on the back of your head to the base of your neck, nailing you to the grass beneath you.

Jake grunts from above you, thrusting into you with a fever that makes you hiss as his cock spreads your swollen folds open. He's been fucking you so long you've grown raw and sensitive around his length, and you swear he can feel it.

"Yeah, hon," he plants a foot to the ground, new angle offering you a quick flood of release from his onslaught of hitched thrusts only for the pain to ride itself up your spine in a shattered cry that falls from your lips.

"Doin so good," Jake groans, releasing his hand from its hold on your neck to pull you down onto his cock, spreading the plush of your ass to watch your swollen folds grip the girth of him. "Christ, you're so tight."

Your head is still fuzzy with haze when his hand lifts and you choke on the air that floods your lungs. Your brain scrambles to remember your safe word admist the focus it holds on the sharp pain that rivets through your shakey legs and arms.

You remember it started with an 'o'

And you try, you really do. Tears spilling over your hot cheeks as you cry beneath him. Jake splits you as he sinks all the way into you with a huffed groan, and you yelp under him.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?" Jake stops, massaging his hands into the clammy skin of your lower back. You don't say anything, resorting to sharp pants and shakey sobs that wrack your body.

"Is daddy being too rough?" Jake asks, sliding a hand down your back gently. When you nod, chin wobbling as you break down in sobs, Jake's immediately pulling out of you and settling on his knees beside you.

"Whadda' need, baby?" He drops his head to meet your eyes, face still planted on the ground. "Tell daddy what you need n'he'll get it, okay?"

You shake your head at that, reaching a shakey hand towards him to grasp his larger that's planted on the ground beside your head.

"Please hold me." You sob, and Jake nods, immediately helping you into his lap, pressing your back into the rough of his chest.

He soothes you over, running his free hand up and down your back, arms, and thighs as you take deep breaths, squeezing his hand as you do so.

The quiet hum of the forest helps, letting your mind calm and relax in the warmth of Jake's hold.

"M'sorry, kid." Jake finally speaks, pressing a soft kiss to a knuckle of your spine. "Didn't realize I was being too rough."

You nod, letting your head drop back into his chest with a deep sigh.

"Needa tell daddy when it hurts–"

"I tried!" You cry, reaching a hand up to massage at the sore base of your neck and shoulders. "Could hardly speak..." You mumble, dropping your eyes to the ground.

Jake sighs behind you, and you both hear and feel it before he's pressing gentle kisses over the arch over your shoulders and the swell of your achey neck.

"M'sorry, sweetheart. Really am," Jake drops his chin to your shoulder, "Daddy'll be more careful next time." He runs the pads of his fingers down the palm of your hand gently, letting the movements soothe you.

As you start to relax, Jake runs his hand over the sore part of your shoulder, earning a jump and hiss from you.

He immediately puts both hands up and apologizes when you whip around, narrowing your eyes at him.

"M'sorry, m'sorry," Jake let's you relax again before trying to pull you back into his lap, and it's only when the sore pulse of the pain disapates that you let him.

He drops a kiss to the back of your head, whispering soft apologies and rubbing his hands down the soft of your arms. "I'm real sorry, hon," he turns to rest his cheek to the back of your head.

You nod under his hold, letting your hand slip to slink with one of his that's began to rub circles into your forearms.

You two don't fall asleep.

[simplydannie]

Previous: Part 1 || Part 2

AO3 link here!

After years being together, the twins have split apart. Veneer finds himself in the hands of familiar tiny friends, while Velvet finds herself surrounding by… Under Rageons.

Their troubles are just beginning as blood trickles from Veneers nose, and Velvet comes face to face with someone very familiar to the Troll kingdom.

“Ven? Ven! Ven up here!”

“Vels?” Was his first response when he heard his name be called. The Rageon tilted his head towards the thicket wondering where the voice was coming from…Nothing…He didn’t see anything. Pain shot up his ankle again, tears beginning to sting his eyes.

“OOW! Why does it hurt!!!” He clenched his teeth through the searing pain.

….Again the voice…

“Veneer!”

“Okay I better not be going crazy!” He called out looking around through the thicket again.

“Look closer numb rod!”

Squinting his eyes he saw it…saw them….Trolls! And not just any random Trolls….It was Floyd! Instantly the smile came back on Veneer’s face as he finally saw a familiar face. It had been days, days since he and Velvet had gone their separate ways. He spent the nights alone, not being able to sleep…and now, seeing the face of the small Troll caused his heart to swell with so much joy,

“Floyd! It’s you right? I’m not hallucinating or anything? I’m not going crazy?” Veneer had to blink twice.

“How in the world did you end up down here?” The small Troll flicked his hair around a tree branch, swinging his way down next to the Rageon.

“ Oh my gosh, looooong story. I saw this big thing chasing this little hurt thing like it wanted to eat it. So I came in, grabbed it, ran off, patched it up, kept running, and fell down here…huh, guess it wasn’t that much of a long story.”

John Dory and Branch swung down to join their brother. Getting close, Branch examined the Rageons ankle, poking at it with force, “Ow! Hey!” The Rageon cried out.

Branch couldn’t help but smirk at the Rageons pain, “Yup, it’s broken.”

“Broken?!” Veneer’s breathing increased as his anxiety began to kick in, “Oh no, no, no, no, not broken! I don’t do good with broken things!”

“Woah, woah, woah, chill.” John Dory waved his hands, “We just need to get something to hold it together is all. Once we do you’ll be able to kinda sorta put some pressure on it to make the trek down to Woodstock Tavern.”

“Woodstock whadda?”

“Woodstock Tavern. Small Bergen and Troll facility a little away from Bergentown. Kinda the halfway point between here and Rageous. Wait…” Floyd glanced around, “Where’s Velvet?” At the mention of her name Veneer grew stiff and cold…

‘I wish that stupid sickness would’ve just killed you!’

‘I HATE YOU VENEER!’

…Her hurtful words still ringing in his head ....Yet, he missed her. He wondered if she was okay…He hoped she was okay.

“....We went our separate ways after they released us…well, practically banished us from Mount Rageous. And Velvet didn’t want to go back home…”

Floyd's glance softened as he laid his eyes on the Rageon, a small hand being placed on his boot, “...Why didn’t you go back home yourself?”

“....I don’t know….I guess I was afraid too? I mean, ALL of Rageous would know what we did…and the under-city is not as charming as Mount Rageous. Besides, I don’t think I was ready to face my dad yet…And I KNOW he’d go crazy if i showed up and not Vels. I know he’s out looking for us right now..”

Branch cocked an eyebrow at Veneer, “You make it sound like your dad is the godfather or something.” The small troll chucked.

“...Hm. Yeah! I guess you can say he kinda is! I mean, we had LOADS of money, even for Under Rageons!” The Rageon tone was light, happy even, not really seeing the problem with what he had just said to Branch. He and John casted a side eye towards each other…Okay, what were these kids REALLY? As their thoughts consumed them they were distracted by the sudden sound in the thicket. Floyd rummaged through twigs and branches big enough for the Rageon.

“AH-HA!” He declared pulling two pieces of bark that were big enough, dragging them across the ditch towards Veneer, “You’re gonna have to make yourself a splint.” Using his hair, he tugged on the vines that hung in front of the trees, causing them to land with a big plop next to Veneer.

He took the materials in hand, “A splint? Never really made one before.”

“It’s easy. I’ll guide since my hands aren’t big enough for me to do it for you bud.” Floyd smiled.

“Wait, are we bringing him with us?” Branch asked.

“Of course we are! We can’t leave him out here with a broken ankle.”

“Floyd. This is Veneer! May I remind you what he did to you three years ago!”

“Branch I know. But, he’s changed okay…We’ve been writing back and forth those three years. How do you think he knew how to find his way to us?”

Veneer looked between the Trolls as they bickered back and forth, his heart sinking a little bit, “....You know. I’ll just make my way back to Rageous…”

“What? No!” Floyd exclaimed. “I’m telling you how to make that splint…”, turning to his brothers he continued, “...and he’s coming back with us!”

…It still stung…

Oh boy did it sting. Veneer winced and clenched his teeth through the pain. According to the Trolls, the trek to Woodstock Tavern wasn’t as long as it seemed. They talked to him, hoping the get his mind off the pain, but in all reality, Veneer wasn’t really listening…He was too busy thinking about Velvet, thinking where she was, how she was…if she was safe. They had NEVER been separated. Like peas in a pod since birth…but that’s changed…it’s all gone. After what he did, she wanted nothing to do with him… In all reality, he really didn’t blame, sometimes he really couldn’t stand himself either…

The day seemed to drag on as he continued walking through the pain of his broken ankle, a sweat beginning to break at his temple. Veneer felt like he would faint at any moment…I’m gonna die out here, he began to think..

“Here we are!” John chimed as they neared an entrance. Rows of bushes and high trees surrounded the entire area forming some sort or barrier. Inside Veneer could see the lights, hear the sounds, and smell the foods…his stomach began to gurgle. When was the last time he ate? Shoot. He didn’t remember. “Come on. Let’s get you some real medical attention before you end up passing out on us.”

“I aint gonna passhhh out.” Veneer slurred as his body swayed back and forth.

“Woah, woah! Hang in there Ven. Come on just a tiny bit further.” They all coaxed the Rageon to continue forward. His legs felt like they were about to give out, a sweat breaking down the side of his head…it hurt, it began to hurt so bad. The splint could only help for so long. They were near the town infirmary when Veneer’s leg gave it…He tumbled to the floor like a pile of bricks. A Bergen walking by was able to catch the Rageon just before he hit the ground….

…..He awoke with slight throbbing in his ankle. Opening his eyes, he blinked around at his surroundings, his vision slowly coming back in.

“...Woooaahhh…My head is killing me.” He reached up, touching his head; a panic came to him… His beanie! Where was his beanie? Sitting up, he frantically looked around the infirmary bed.

“Chill man. It’s right there in the drawer next to you.” Veneer turned to find Branch leaning up on the window sill. Looking towards the drawer Veneer saw his beanie, grabbed it and put it back on…a sense of relief coming over him, “Separation anxiety or what?”

“....It .... It was my dads. Kinda keeps me close to him and connected in some small way…” Was all the Rageon said, fiddling with the corner of the bed sheets. Branch frowned, allowing for a few moments of silence to pass between the two. Throughout the small time he had seen the Rageon again, there were things he was learning about him, one being perhaps he wasn’t the stuck up, snotty, pretty boy he had met back in Mount Rageous three years ago.

Finally Branch broke the silence, “....Why did you and your sister go your separate ways? I can imagine you two were inseparable.”

Veneer was silent…but only for a moment. His eyes were distant as he stared at the walls of the infirmary, “....She’s angry with me…Angry for outing us like I did at the Rage Dome….If I were her I’d be angry at myself too…” His voice was so soft, nearly a whisper. The small Troll had to lean in to hear what he was saying.

“...That’s why she ditched you?”

“...I don’t blame her…I probably shouldn’t have done it that way…”

“Veneer….You told the truth. You told the truth in front of thousands of people! That….That takes guts. To admit when you're wrong, to face the consequences… I don’t know about your sister…but now that I look back at it, I see now it was brave. You finally stood up for yourself. Floyd was proud, you should be too kid…”

…a warmth spread across the Rageons chest as he looked at Branch with a smile…. Veneer didn’t think those were the words he needed to hear. All this time, even during their time in prison, Veneer thought he had done wrong by exploiting him and his sister…Never once did he think it as brave… Does that mean he was brave after all? A tender moment passed between them, Veneer looking at Branch with a soft smile…That’s when the blood trickled from his nose…Branch blinked, a look of worry crossing his face as he looked at the bleeding Rageon.

“....Ven?” He began to say.

Veneer felt the liquid coming from his nose. Taking his hand he wiped at it, bringing it back to see the fresh dark blood…

“....Oh no….” He murmured.

…..Velvet couldn’t see where they were taking her….

All she heard was the sound of the vehicle whirring through rocks and rumble. Her breathing grew heavy under the sack they covered her with…What were their intentions? Why did they need to take her? She tried planning her next move…planning how she could escape these idiots.

Velvet could feel the atmosphere change… She began to smell something aside from the motor oil that dripped from the vehicle. She could smell….food? She also began to hear the sounds and echoes of other vehicles, music, more voices…Where was she? Where had they taken her? Velvet could feel the car twist and turn as it began to slow down…making its way to a halt.

“Let me go! Assholes!” She called out as she began to struggle more and more.

“Feisty. I like it.” Swiv smirked.

“I don’t know what you want, but you’re not getting anything from me!”

“...W-why are we bringing her here again?” Skeet asked with a curious look on his face.

“Because the boss is going to be interested in this. Get her out!” He commanded the Bergens who were with them. They went around to the back to grab her, gently placing her on the floor. They untied her hands and feet, then took off the sack covering her head…

WHAM!

Velvet kicked both Bergens in the crotch, causing them to limp over in pain….She took off running.

“Idiots! I said get her out! Not set her free!” Swiv screamed. Velvet didn’t make it to far before she felt something wrap around her legs. THUD. She fell to the floor and began to be dragged backwards.

“What the hell!” She screamed, she looked at her boots and saw to black, decorated serpents hissing with a firm grasp around her ankles…. Gorgen serpents. She followed the body of the snakes and saw they were attached to the head of a female Gorgen…her hair black, he skin an ashy gray.

“Where did you think you were heading off too?” The female Gorgen smirked.

“...Bitch..” Velvet muttered under her breath as the snakes continued to coil around Velvet pinning her down.

“Nice Demetra.” Swiv smiled, “Thought you’d be able to get away.”

“Whatever. Just do what you need to do. I’m done and just want to get the hell out of here.” Velvet muttered.

“....Baby girl, you think we want to hurt?” Swiv arched an eyebrow.

Velvet looked at them curiously, “...No?...Then why the hell did you put a sack over my head!”

“Just a precaution. We tend to keep this place secret from outsiders.” Demetra recoiled her snakes back to her hair, her violet eyes still on Velvet.

“...This place? Okay, where the hell am i?” She stood up, crossing her arms.

Swiv turned her around to look at the sights set before her…a save…it was a city within a cave…A giant huge cave…

“Welcome to the Grotto. A city built from those who were able to leave Rageous. Also a refuge for Bergens who don’t want to live the stupid way Bergens live now…that whole new rule about Bergens not wanting to eat Trolls.”

“The Bergens back at Under Rageous don’t follow that rule….They eat whatever they want…Even stupid Trolls.” Velvet exclaimed.

“Ya, but they slaves to those damn Under Rageon breeds. No offense.” The Bergen glances at the Rageons.

Velvet grew impatient, “Can you just tell me why the hell am i hear?!”

“Oh my dear, it’s that talent of yours that is precious.” A voice spoke. From behind them appeared a Bergen, older, female, yellow eyes and purple skin. She had probably seen better days…

“Yeah? And who the hell are you?” Velvet crossed her arms.

The female Bergen smirked, “Well, like you, I used to be at the top. The best of the best at the Berge castle…their chef…back when we could eat those stupid little monsters. But I see now eating them is not the answer…No, that’s where you come in my darling.” She smiled, “You can call me Chef…. What do you say to hunting down Trolls again my dear?”

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“He needs to be stopped.”

“Whadda want me to do about it?!”

“I dunno, but you gotta do something!!” Futaba whined, clinging to Ryuji sleeve. “He’s become a monster!”

They both glanced back to the middle of the room where Akira sat with Ann, Yusuke, and Makoto- all of them groaning in sync as Akira set down another eight- flushing out the cards with a smirk.

It was true- in terms of Tycoon, Akira had become scarily good. It was borderline terrifying, he seemed to know everyones tells- and showed no mercy to anyone. Anyone.

Akira placed down his final four cards, leaving the rest scrambling as he called a revolution. He proudly sat back, the title of Tycoon still sitting proudly with him- round 2 being yet another victory for him.

“See?? Cmon, Ryuji- you're like, the only one who can save us here!” As the rest finished off the round, Ryuji pulled his hand to the back of his neck, groaning.

“Cmon, ‘Taba, what can I even do?? Ya know well as I do that breakin ‘Kira outta a focus is a pain in the ass!” He bemoaned- besides, he had already had his own ass kicked multiple times in Tycoon, and not just by Akira. He showed no weakness to anyone, not even his best friend turned boyfriend.

“Which is why we catch him off guard.” The grin on Futaba’s face suddenly sharped, a wicked look that almost seemed to reflect Akira’s for a second. Ryuji felt a shiver shoot down his back- god no, there were two of them now.

“..whaddya mean by that.”

“What I mean is that we gotta do a major sneak attack on his ass. Ambush him just enough to throw him off his game and give literally anyone, mostly me, but anyone a chance to win! So heres the plan…” By now, their vicious whisper arguments had dragged some minor attention, but they both shut up as the final round ended, Akira once again being placed as the Tycoon.

“Ugh, no fair!” Ann whined, tossing her remaining cards onto the pile. “Begger is not fun at all.”

Makoto just sighed, pushing the hair from her face.

“You are seriously too good at this game.”

“Indeed. It's really quite impressive- a display of passion.” Yusuke may have ended up the Poor, but it was better than his usual beggar. He much rather would build a house of the cards, besides. “Exquisite display as always, Akira.”

“Who’s next then?” His grey eyes darted around the room, landing on where Futaba and Ryuji were still huddled up in the corner, their whispered argument having come to a halt. In a few seconds, Futaba bounced up, exclaiming that her turn was next, and that she was gonna take Akira down.

“I have a secret weapon~!” She proclaimed with her whole chest, hands on her hips- glasses falling slightly askew. “You stand no chance, Kurusu!!”

“If you say so.” Without fail, he met her challenge, shuffling the deck with ease as she plopped herself on his left. “What about you, Ryuji?”

“Nah, man- I've had enough of gettin my ass kicked.” With a slight chuckle, Ryuji lifted himself from the little corner alcove, grabbin the chair to sit on it. Morgana leapt from his sunbathing spot, exclaiming that he wanted to play- though no one was quite sure how that would work until Haru offered to hold his cards for him.

The final spot was taken by Makoto again, her fiery desire to take the crown from Akira once and for all still shining bright.

And so, the round began yet again, Futaba starting them off. It was an average round, Akira quickly taking control of the turns to get as many cards down as he could. It was fascinating to watch, the ease in which he took everyones attacks into stride- quickly twisting them to his advantage. In a card game of all places, Akira’s abilities truly shone.

Not like Akira had gotten a great hand, either- Ryuji peered over his shoulder, grimacing slightly at the cards Akira held. Not a great start, but Akira made it look effortlessly easy- manipulating the cards just right to force others to place their highest cards.

And when Akira pulled a stop to the round that looked like Morgana could take by slamming down his three of spades- they all collectively groaned, knowing this round was over.

“You are too good.” Makoto sighed as she took Rich, placing her final card she had been holding for far too long. Morgana-Haru duo took Beggar, and Futaba placed Poor, making her grumble as she hid her face in her knees- eyes narrowly taking in the sight before her.

“About that secret weapon, ‘Taba-”

She shot Akira a glare, making him laugh a bit as he finished shuffling. He handed the deck to Haru, letting her deal the stacks, customary of beggar.

“Just you wait. Your goin down, pretty boy.”

“You think I'm pretty?”

“Ugh, gross!”

The entire team had to hide a laugh as Akira faked a pout, Futaba just sticking out her tongue at him. Both took their hands from Haru, who was still giggling a little before she began to organize Morgana’s hand for him.

Ryuji’s leg started bouncin.

As Morgana began the round, he could feel his cheeks light up, not failing to notice the sideways looks Futaba was giving him. They had a deal, he couldn’t back out now- besides, it would be nice to see literally anyone win other than Akira. Sure, he was datin the guy- but other people deserved at least a chance, right? Thats what the Phantom Thieves did, gave the chance to the good people in the world.

So about halfway through the round, Futaba whined out an elongated version of Akira’s name- the signal.

Red flooded his neck and cheeks as he meandered up from where he sat, rubbing the short hairs on the back of his neck. Ugh, was he really goin through with this.. ?

Akira looked back, Ryuji comin up directly behind him.

“Yuji? Whats wrong?”

“Nothin, man.” Miraculously, he managed to keep his voice even, lips twisting into a scowl as Futaba snickered. Tiny gremlin.

“Oh, then, let me finish-”

He didnt get a chance to turn back to the game, Ryuji leaning over his shoulder and catching him off guard. Akira’s eyes widened as his glasses were knocked askew, the entire team going dead silent as Ryuji pulled back from placing the kiss on Akira’s lips.

“Im uh- Im gonna go grab some more snacks. Ill be back.” Despite the red on his face, Ryuji barely managed to play it off, a shaky shark grin dancing on his face as he got back up. It didnt take much for him to skid down the stairs- stealing a glance at Akira as he dashed down.

His glasses were still askew, eyes open in what could only be described as shock.

By the time he was down the stairs, he kinda lamented not looking longer- was his face pink, or red maybe? He was pale as eff, so Ryuji’s bet was on red- just how red was what he didn't quite know.

He idly shifted through the fridge, right- snacks. Where had..

Luckily, Boss had shut down the cafe for the night hours ago. They had all been lingering, since Akira was on room lock right now. Still had people thinkin he was as dead as could be.

“You’re mean.”

Looking up from where he had his head practically buried in his backpack, Ryuji felt a grin on his face grow upon seeing Akira at the base of the stairs. Mussed up black hair n all, glasses discarded who knows where- and pink rouge still lingering in his cheeks.

“Sorry, man- Futaba offered me a good deal on an exclusive manga she got her hands on.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. God, he needed a haircut. “Didja win?”

“..no.” Rolling his eyes, Akira finally stepped onto the cafe floor, leaning on the bar. “The secret weapon worked.”

He got a laugh at that, before tugging out a pack of salty snacks he had and tossing them at Akira’s chest.

“Sorry, dude- someone had to humble you eventually.”

“Oh, cause my ego is practically soaring above yours.” He snorted, catching the pack and easily tearing open the side. “How mean of you to absolutely crush it like its nothing.”

“Hey! If ya wanna blame someone, blame the gremlin!”

“But my beloved boyfriend betrayed me.”

Ryuji just rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t a bone in his body that could retort to that, face lighting on fire as he tried to laugh it off.

“Cmon, man- yknow I wouldn't do that.”

“...Yeah, I know.” The sudden softness in Akira’s voice made Ryuji’s head dart up, surprise dancing across his tan face.

It was quickly clouded up by black hair, that damned, piercing stare looking at him as a quick kiss was pressed to his lips again, red splotches immediately growing across his neck and cheeks- but he wasted no time in returning the favor, rolling his eyes as he felt Akira snicker. Bastard.

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The Secret Weapon- Your Brother's Boyfriend

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A tiny drabble featuring Jude's carrying you "style" based on his recent 95k bonus story from the recent IkeVil S-Rank SE. WC: 413 ┃Carrying you ┃Tension┃Fluff CW: None Pairing: Jude Jazza x Reader Pronouns: You Dividers: @/natimiles

In the coolness of a misty evening, Jude and Ellis marched their way back towards the carriage from a mission, only the sounds of their heels could be heard against the pavement, which prompted Jude’s ears to prick up at the lack of a third set of steps that should’ve been next to them. Turning around he saw you slowly walking in the distance almost at a snail’s pace. Exhaling his cigarette’s final smoke, he made his way to you, and after a few strides his icy amethyst eyes met yours with roll in annoyance, but you ignore it and attempt to gloss over the pain you’re enduring.

That night the mission had been at a banquet, and just by looking at your feet, he surmised that you must’ve injured yourself while trying to keep up with them as they chased down the culprit. Without a word he turns his back towards you and kneels on the ground waiting in silence.

“Whadda ya waitin’ for? Get on, idiot.”

“Me?” You point at yourself in disbelief at what you’d just heard.

“Are ya daft? Just who else am I speakin’ too ya half-wit.”

“Uh, well….if you’re sure.”

You carefully climb onto his back feeling suffocated by the awkwardness of your body clinging so closely to his. Sensing his hands slide around your legs to grasp you, you bury your head into his shoulder out of sheer embarrassment. The air felt heavy and tense as other feelings unexpectedly bore sparks inside your core. Swallowing hard in hopes it would extinguish the flickering heat, you let out a shaky breath that tickles Jude’s ear.

“Oy, don’t breathe on me!”

“Sorry.”

Jude’s ear tingled at the heat of your breath, painting it a pinkish hue. He too was already feeling an uncomfortable tension as the heat that from your lower half pressed itself into his back, so he cleared his throat in an attempt to rid himself of unnecessary thoughts, and warned you not to squirm unless you wanted him to drop you on the pavement.

Holding onto him tighter in fear of him making good on his promise you nod, “Understood.”

Both of you remained silent as he carried you piggy-back to the carriage. Had it not been for the cool mistiness of the evening, the heat of both of your suppressed desires may have erupted, but that left you wondering, would it be so bad if they did erupt?

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Sorry if this is too many asks in a short amount of time.

Have you ever imagined unique hypothetical intros for Slim if he were in GG? He's seems to get along with epithet slightly better than A.B.A (comparatively at least).

SORRY FOR RESPONDING SOO LATE!! I had to rack my brain a little for every individual interaction and how they should make sense ^_^ SLIM SHADY INTERATIONSS BELOW!! SOME MAAY SEEM ODD AT FIRST BUT THEY ARE INTENTIONAL

SLIM SHADY AND PARACELSUS

• “Crush them, kill them, give them HELL.” “As you wish, my dearest :)”

• “An obstacle in our path..whadda say, my love?” “Simply a bug. Get them out of my sight.”

• “Make sure you control your temper..” “Awwww..you’re too sweet.”

ONLY SLIM SHADY

• “Huh? Oh. I guess we’re fighting now. For shame, it’s my naptime.”

•”let me guess…uhhhh..I still owe you five dollars..?”

• “I will make a mockery out of you. Punishment..PUBLIC EXECUTION..GAHAHAHA!”

• “EHH?! WHATCHA STARING AT?! HUH?? HUH??”

• “GAHAHAAAAA! WHERE AM I!”

MIRROR MATCH

• “Two of me? Two of paracelsus? What. When. Where and w-w-WHYYYYY??” “Gaahhh..my head..hurts…spinning and in PAIN.”

(BG paracelsus consists of “And just when I thought I had peace.” “I feel a migraine coming on.” “Tch..worthless scums daring to look at me..”)

SLIM SHADY AND TESTAMENT

• “Heyyyy. We’re best friends, right? Right?” “I don’t run a charity.”

• “Hmm..not sure what exactly you’re plan is.” “SORRY! NO. SPOILERS!!”

SLIM SHADY AND EPITHET

• “If you really cared about me, you would give me the super duper friend discount.” “Sorry! You gotta pay up first!”

• “Ooooh!! I’m already getting inspired!” “HAAAAAHAAA??? W-WHERE’S THE CLOSEST ESCAPE ROUTE?!”

SLIM SHADY AND SLAYER

• “oh god. Not you.” “GahahahAAAA!! HIIIII SLAYYERRRRRR”

• “How’s it hanging. old man? Get it? Get it?” “I’ve already had enough of you.”

SLIM SHADY AND ZATO-1

• “Does it, like, say Zato hyphen one on your birth certificate..?” “Classified.”

• “Easy target. Simple match.” “Nehnehnehneh..THAT’S ALL I HEAR!!”

SLIM SHADY AND DIZZY

• “G-GOOD MORNING, YOUR M-M AJESTY..!” “I see you’re full of energy ^_^”

• “To the dungeon with you..hehehe!” “Yes, my liege!” (This is their inside joke)

SLIM SHADY AND GOLDLEWIS

• “AAAAAA LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” “Easy. I just want to get a closer look at that UMA ya got there.”

• “Hmmm..I don’t recognize that UMA from anywhere..” “D-don’t worry, dear! I’ll p-protect you from that monster..!”

That’s wraps up all of them!! No winning quotes sorry!! I didn’t really think THAT farr i hope this characterizes Slim Shady clearer ^_^ you get to look inside my head!! Things might change with overtime tho perhaps rewriten to be betterrr