#((jeeze Sniff

[gamblersdoll]

pervy izuku admires you.

“you have such.. pretty tits, baby.” he says, calloused and rough large hands grope your mounds as you lie on your back.

“zuku.. what are you planning?” you ask curiously, looking away from your phone and down to izuku.

“i cant admire you?” he asks, a eyebrow raising and a small smirk.

“i mean— you can, just asking.” you say, eyes back to your phone and feeling his lips trace your tummy. you shiver, his lips wet and plump- going down to your exposed cunny and he sighs through his nose. “you’re not wearing panties today?”

“gotta let her breathe, sugar foot.” you reply, not really thinking about it but then you hitch your breathe as the green boy sniffs your folds with one quick deep sniff. “the.. the fuck?”

“your pussy has a scent, you know?” he says, half lidded eyes and he sucking his drool back from escaping his lips. your face scrunches, a disapproving look. “no, not like that, but like..” he pauses, a tint of red forming. “you just.. excite me.”

“izuku j’abron midoriya, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“jeez, my whole name?” he chuckles, one tentacle of blackwhip forming from his side appearing behold of you. you panic softly, remembering the last encounter of this. “shh, not this time.” he says, kissing your nose.. “at least, not yet.”

[hazbinwhoree]

How would Adam comfort reader IF she ever had a breakdown of some sorts? (tbh would he IDFK BUT ID LIKE TO THINK THAT HE'D CARE SOMEHOW)

Adam Comforting Reader Headcanons

A/N: I wrote a Oneshot but it was so short I turned it into headcanons instead.

Adam cares in his own way.

You had been having an awful week, everything that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong. Spilling coffee on your shirt had been the final straw. You storm into the home you and Adam share, yanking your shirt over your head and throwing it.

“Woah, titties,” Adam comments from the couch.

“Not now, Adam,” You snap.

Adam looks taken aback. “Jeez, the fuck is up your ass?”

And you burst into tears.

Now Adam is panicking a little bit because what the fuck is he supposed to do? “Damn, I didn’t realize it was that bad, I’m sorry…”

But you keep crying.

Adam approaches you carefully, like you’re some wounded, scared animal. He reaches out and when you don’t shrink away he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Um… there, there?” He awkwardly pats you.

It’s funny enough that you begin to giggle through tears. Adam doesn’t understand what’s funny, but he guessed laughing was better than crying. “You’re so bad at this,” you snickered, your tears beginning to slow.

“How am I supposed to know what to do when a chick starts crying?” Still, Adam rolls his eyes and tugs you into him, wrapping his wings around you. He doesn’t know a lot, but he knows you feel safe when he does that.

You take a deep breath, slumped against Adam’s chest. You clutch at his robe, listening to his heart beat. And Adam just holds you, letting you calm down.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks. You shake your head no. “Okay.”

He continued to stand there holding you without any complaints. Finally, you pull back and Adam lets go of you.

“How about we watch a movie or something?” he suggests. You sniff. “Okay.”

Adam hates to see you cry and wishes he could be more helpful, but he tries his best.

[luvlyycy]

Y / N : A SUPER HOT MUMMY SORT OF TELEPORTED IN MY ROOM DO I FUCK IT

, , , , , , yes !

a / n : WELL WELL WELL AAA , MUMMY!CLOUD IS FINALLY HERE. this is probably the longest kinktober fic of all kinktober that i have haha... but!! hope you enjoy <3

kinks included ! <3 : hair pulling (m! recieving) , bath sex , very very subtle pain kink (m! recieving from hair pulling) , uhmmm? virginity taking? (m! recieving) , top! reader , hentai-ish plot , also reader is technically fucking somebody dead since Cloud's a mummy .

You stretch your arms above your head, yawning. It’s warm inside your apartment, a clear contrast to the soft raining outside.

You throw the blanket off your body, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

The only sound within the apartment is you making your way to your bathroom, you don’t even notice that something is following you until you turn around.

You let out a loud shriek, seeing the male in your bathroom- his skin is wrapped with what looks like bandages, a trail of sand behind him.

His eyes have a dim glow as he tilts his head to the side, a few pieces of spiky blonde hair peeking through the cracks of his wrappings.

“What are you doing in my house?!” you shriek, backing up into your cold wall, bumping your head against it.

“I… don’t know.” he croaks out, his voice barely above a whisper as he steps closer to you.

His hands are shaky as he reaches out to you, his screen incredibly dry— a few cracks on his showing cheek. The bandages stretch across his nose, loose around his neck.

You feel as though your heart may explode.

“W-Well, you can go home now!”

Seeing a hot mummy in your house wasn't on your halloween bucket list, but hey— blessings come in mystery ways.

Some sand trickles down from his fingertips before he speaks, “I don't… know where I am.” he manages out. He lowers his head to you as if he were embarrassed about it, “I-I don't know what to do.”

Well, you'll be damned. Maybe it's your kindness, or maybe it's because he's so damn cute but,

“You can stay.. I-I guess. But we have to wash that sand off of you!”

After a bit of struggling to remove his wrapping, he sits shyly in your tub— he looks a bit confused.

Pale skin slightly cracked in a few areas with what seems to be hardened sand between the cracks. He also has sand on his hands— that you're currently washing off.

"What's that?" he says, leaning closer to it, to seemingly sniff— "Soap." you respond, he manages out a quick, 'oh', before settling back into the warm water. You slide your soapy hands up his body and tangle them in his sandy, knotted hair. Jeez, boys can never take care of themselves. 

He stays perfectly still, almost like one of those cats who let the water run off their heads. You look at him, trying to put a name to his face.

“What’s your name?” you hum out.

“Cloud.” he whispers, eyes peering up at you despite the water running down his face. You frown at the running reminder that you haven't washed up either. He probably wouldn't mind, you hoped.

You hook your fingers underneath your sleeping shirt, pulling it over your head. Cloud makes a tiny noise, between a purr or a growl as he stares. You barely notice, shimmying out your pajama shorts— you never wear anything underneath when you sleep, so you just sit across from the thing in your apartment.

He's staring. Very intently.

"What?" you just assumed mummies weren't attracted to anything, or don't have dicks since most of their bodies are eroded anyway.

He spares a moment to choke out, "Beautiful," he inhales, dragging his fingertips up the front of your leg, "You're beautiful."

Cloud admits, he's never seen a woman fully naked until now. But you were practically Cleopatra in his eyes— your body looking incredibly soft compared to his cracked skin. It's driving a heat between his legs that he's never felt before. Instinctively, he grabs his growing cock— his face turning in discomfort as he does so.

You giggle, "Thanks. You're not so bad looking either." you then pour some of your soap on your hands, beginning to wash yourself.

"I don't— know, what's going on— but I think I have to get out."

"Huh? Why?" you question, genuinely concerned.

He looks between his legs, frowning heavily, "I'm... hard?".

You don't know what to say, your eyes widening as you let out a sound of shock, "You— have a cock?!" he groans, "Of course I do— It's just, never got hard!" he exclaims, clearly stressed.

"I don't know what to do! Do you?" he asks, shuffling in the tub— hands thrown up in the air.

"Well, ye-yes."

"Then, then do something." he quiets down, his hands shaking. It just keeps getting worse, he thinks, the more he looks at your body the harder his cock gets, "It, it hurts." he mumbles.

You scoot closer, "Does it?" he nods, you hum. You begrudgingly wrap your hand around his cock beneath the water. He lets out a tiny hiss, bucking up into your hand— in response, you slowly drag your hand up his cock then right back down.

He places the back of his hand over his mouth, sand messily falling from his palm, "That, that feels good—." he says, muffled.

You nod. You're sat awkwardly between his legs, jacking him off slowly with your dominant hand— "How, uh. How is this going to help?" he asks, "Once guys cum, they usually.— They usually get soft, which means it won't hurt anymore."

He nods, letting out another sound when you speed up, wrapping one of your hands loosely around his heavy balls. The soap from earlier already washed off your hands as soon as you dipped them in the water.

You watch Cloud's reaction, the blush on his face spreading unevenly due to his skin. It's also making you pretty aroused.

"I, I feel something—" he gasps, wrapping his hand around your wrist, "I- I think I'm going to, to cum." he gulps as he leans closer to you.

"It's okay, it's okay. Let it out. Cum as much as you need."

Oh boy, does he listen. He lets out a long string of moans as he just simply fucks up into your hand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. He cums so much, you can see it shooting out the tip of his cock in the water— you can tell it's thick.

You let him fuck out his orgasm until he's done, releasing his cock.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, yes I think so." he sighs, looking down at his cock....noticing it's still hard.

"Why.. is it still hard..?"

"Your dick probably wants more." against your better judgment, you climb ontop his lap finding his shocked face amusing. (:0)

"What're you doing?—"

"This way, we can, uh, both be pleased." you say, scratching at your cheek.

He nods, "Okay. Uhm, take the lead I suppose."

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the tip around your messy folds before inserting it. As soon as the tip slips you in you remember a bit too late—

Cloud's a virgin. You're taking Cloud's virginity.

"Feels— aggh, feels so fucking— good." he's breathing heavy, dick already twitching inside of you. He looks up at you, pupils genuinely becoming hearts as he does so. You sink down more and you let out a satisfied sigh because of just how much, how well he fills you up.

He wraps his arms around your body, a few of the cracks on his face growing a dim pink color. Soon your pussy is swallowing all of his cock, bottoming out.

You place your hands on his face, leaning your forehead against his, "Am I the first girl you've ever fucked?" you raise your hips, "Fucked?" he responds, "If that's what I'm doing; yes." he sighs.

You slowly lower your hips earning yourself a strangled moan out of the mummy.

"Thrust up— like, like you were doing into my hand." you whisper against his lips and he quickly nods, obeying you and fucking up into you.

You moan against him as he does the same to you, clawing at your back, "It feels so good. I wanna cum s'bad— it feels so good so good." he repeats, letting out a groan you use your thumb to open his mouth and lick at his tongue. His tongue is warm and sort of dry, you note.

Oddly enough, you feel as though you're slutting the poor mummy out, his thrusts aren't that good but still his large n thick cock gets the job done.

You grasp his hair, pulling which causes his hips to stutter and let out a loud hiss, "I'm gonna— going to—"

"Cum, Cloud. Cum for me. It feels so good if you cum inside of me" you whisper against his neck, and he lets out multiple groans as he fucks his cock deeper n deeper into your cunt; cumming. The feeling of his thick cum filling up your pussy is enough to push you over that metaphorical edge.

You stay there for a moment, releasing his dirty blonde hair— his head falling back with his mouth open—

"Cloud..?" you ask, shaking him a bit, the cracks on his body leaking sand— "Nooo..." he groans, "...all my energy...is gone..." you giggle at this, finding him awfully cute.

You step off him and wrap yourself in a towel, "Well, how do you recharge?"

"......Coffin..." he replies.

You don't have a coffin, but maybe...

Cloud lays in the blanket fort you created for him, feeling a bit more energetic. "Soft coffin." he smiles, dragging his hand up your cheek as you lay beside him— the both of you still in towels, you're the only one still damp. I guess mummy skin absorbs water.

"Yeah, soft coffin." you giggle, looking at his eyes, then his lips. You press your head against his forehead before kissing him, giggling when he lets out a tiny squeak but kisses back.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dyspathy

Warnings: non/dubcon, fingering, implied virginity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Part of Roo’s Pajama Party (October 7-8)

Prompt: Dyspathy - lack of sympathy (List of prompts here) + this look

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. I hope you enjoy this one and have a lovely weekend.

“You got any whiskey around here?” 

The metal boots crunch on broken glass. You shiver in only a satin sheath, wide awake despite the itch in your eyes. Your heart is still pounding from the chaotic awakening. You sniff and rub your nose. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask in a crisp croak. 

Tony chuckles as his suit gleams against the overhead light. He makes no effort to be subtle. His eyes search the front room of your apartment as he trods over the shards of glass. Your windows are shattered from his intrusion. 

“You know why I’m here, sweetheart,” he faces you and puts his hands on his hips, gauntlets clunking on his hi-tech armour. “You were never very... low key.” 

“I don’t,” you insist. “I have no idea why you would be here.” 

Your nipples poke against the thin night gown as another breeze rolls through. You hug yourself as he clucks and tilts his head. His eyes flit up and down. His brow arches. 

“That idiot could never see what’s right fucking in front of him,” he mutters. “You know what idiot I mean.” 

You blink and shake your head. Your cheeks burn. You think you know but you haven’t seen either them in a year. Not since you quit. 

“You really expect me to believe that you’re not helping him? Come on. Even right now, just thinking about Captain Good Boy, I see you getting all googly eyed,” he taunts. He taps his chest and his suit retracts into itself. “This doesn’t have to be difficult. Just give up lover boy and I’ll go in peace.” 

You frown, “I’m telling the truth. I haven’t seen Steve.” 

“Oooh, Steve,” he puts on a voice and bats his lashes dramatically. “He didn’t give a fuck before but now that he’s a criminal, he’s got time for ya, doesn’t he, baby?” 

“No.” 

“You know that’s what he is now. He’s aiding and abetting a fugitive. A murderer,” he snarls and comes closer. “And if you’re lying to me, so are you. Thing is, sweetheart, if that’s the case, you’re not special. Not like him. They want him alive, him and that metal-armed fuck. No one cares about you.” He brings his hand up under your chin, “hell, Cap doesn’t either. You’re just a convenience. A safehouse, a warm hole.” 

You shove him away, repulsed. 

“I’m not lying. If he showed up, I wouldn’t help him. But he hasn’t.” You back up as he reaches for you again. You dodge his grasp. “I quit. I walked away from that. From all of you. You are all just the same and I know that now. You just laugh at people who aren’t you. Whatever you’re fighting about, I don’t care. Leave me out of it.” 

He hums and snorts, “I just can’t believe you. I watched you moon over him for ages and now you’re what? Bitter? You never had that in you.” 

“Fine. Look around. I don’t care. You won’t find anything,” you hiss. “Because you’re right. He never cared about me. You really think he’d come groveling to me?” 

He smirks, “desperate measures.” 

You look away and sniff. He always was mean. People always called him funny or clever, but he’s always been cruel. If you’re not a woman he wants to fuck, you’re nothing. 

He continues around the apartment. You sit in chair and cross your arms. You ignore his intrusion as he lifts cushions, checks under the coffee table, then wanders down to your bedroom. You hear the draws scraping in and out. Books hitting the floor. You’re angry but mostly because you’re helpless. He’ll find nothing and he’ll go. 

“Jeez, you really live like this,” his voice wafts down the hall ahead of him. He emerges back into the light and whistles, “I mean, you are having a bit of fun, aren’t you?” 

He wiggles a silver shape between his fingers. You cringe. The small bullet vibe stays in your nightstand. Your sole companion on lonely nights. 

“So, he’s smart. He doesn’t leave a trace. Well, I’ll just have to ask you some big questions.” He approaches and you tense, pushing your shoulders back. You glare up at him. 

“I told you--” 

“You told me shit,” he interrupts. “So, we will do this the fun way.” He spins the vibe then click the button, “don’t worry, you’ll like it. Now, open those legs for me, baby. If it helps, you can pretend I’m him.” 

You scoff, “you’re disgusting.” 

“And you’re getting wet,” he sneers. “Pretend all you want but we both know you’re easy.” 

“Go. If you think I’m lying, go get a warrant. Arrest me--” 

“I don’t need all that,” he grabs your knee and pinches the pressure points until you squeal. You grip the armrests and arch your feet. You hiss up at him through your teeth. “I got full authority to do whatever needs to be done to get answers.” 

He wrenches your leg to the side and you wince. Your calf tendrils with electricity as he pinches deeper. You whine and writhe on the seat. 

“Pull that fucking skirt up,” he demands. 

“Tony--” 

“No, shut the fuck up and show me your pussy,” he growls. 

You gasp as the pain grows intolerable. You blink against the tinge of tears and curl your fingers into the satin. You tug up the midnight blue fabric and tremble. He shoves the buzzing toy against you, rolling it across your folds until it thrums against your clit. His finger tickles just along your flesh. 

“Knew you were getting wet for me,” he chuckles. “Ah, baby, if it was me, I’d have fucked you the moment you smiled at me with those lips.” He pushes the toy hard into you so it rattles your bones, “but it wasn’t fucking me, was it? You only had eyes for that fucking golden mannequin.” 

“Please--” 

“No, you talk when I want you too,” he wiggles the toy so your teeth chatter and you groan. “When was he here?” 

“I’m telling you--” 

He circles your clit with the tip and your thighs clench. He bends over you as he lets go of your knee. He grabs your hair and wrenches your head back until you look him in the eye. 

“You’re lying. When?” 

“He wasn’t--” 

He swirls the toy and you murmur nonsense. Your cunt clenches as you feel the climax building. You’re mortified at how quickly your body responds. You cling to the arms of the chair and arch your back. 

“He’s not--” 

“Tell the fucking truth.” 

“I am!” Your voice piques right as you’re about to explode. 

He pulls the toy off of you and your orgasm fizzles before it can erupt. You’re left untied and unsatisfied. He raises the vibe and shuts it off as he admires the sheen of your juices. He slides it between his lips. 

“Mm, sweet. He must love the taste of you. I know he’s coming back for more, huh?” He teases. 

“No, no,” you puff out, “he hasn’t--” 

“Does he share you with his buddy? Huh? You probably would. Captain’s orders, right?” 

You measure your breaths as your heartbeat peters out. He clicks the toy on again, this time tapping the button twice. He once more presses it against your bud. You squeak and twitch as you sway between your need and humiliation. 

He lets go of your hair as he rubs the toy up and down until you drone. Your lashes flutter and your body jitters. It’s so much different, so much more intense than when it’s just you. 

“What’s his favourite thing? He seems like a missionary guy.” 

You whimper and shake your head. You heave and blink up at him helplessly, “I don’t know. I swear. He hasn’t...” 

More embarrassing than what he’s doing is how pathetic you really are. You were head over heels for Steve. You dreamed of him, at night, during the day, and even with that toy in hand. Even after you swore him off, he still creeps back into your lonely fantasies, but never for real. 

You saw the news. You heard he was AWOL. You tried not to pay attention. Denial works for you but it won’t keep you safe. Just look at you now. 

“Ah, he hasn’t-- Oh, oh, oh,” you bite your lip and lean into the rising tension. He takes the toy away again. You moan and mewl and fall back weakly in the chair. 

“He can’t have been here recently, huh? Not with you so fucking needy,” he tuts. “Or maybe the greatest generation isn’t really all that great. He give you head?” 

You shiver and shake your head. You try to close your legs and he kicks your feet apart. Your knees splay as you latch onto the chair. Your body is jelly. 

He turns off the toy and flings it away. Your eyes follow it in disappointment. Your unspent orgasm tickles in your pelvis. 

He leans down to grab your thighs and lowers himself to his knees. His dark eyes glimmer menacingly as they wander up and down your body. 

“Show me those tits. I wonder if there as pretty as the pussy,” he slides his hand up your thigh and flicks your clit. 

You whimper and shakily bring your hands up to the thin straps. You pull them down your arms and uncover your chest. You look away as your skin smatters with goosebumps. 

“Mm, fuck, he really is stupid.” 

He traces along your folds, rubbing you up and down as he bends forward. He cups a tit in one hand as he takes your other nipple between his lips. He purrs as he sucks and teethes. The sensation plucks in your core. You groan and tilt your hips as he toys with your clit. 

He presses his thumb to your bud and angles his hand to push two fingers into you. You drone at the stretch. You never use more than the vibe. It always hurt too much to put anything in you but not this time. Your head lolls and your eyes drift over to watch the top of his head. 

He rolls your clit as he rocks his hand into you. He curls up and finds a spot that makes your insides pulse. You clasp onto his shoulders and moan. You need to cum. You don’t care that it’s him, that it’s not Steve; none of it matters. 

He pushes his hand in and out. Your cunt clings to him, making sloppy wet noises to match those of his mouth. He sucks your tit as he groans. He drags his mouth up your breast as he rams his knuckles into you, over and over. He smears his spit and hot breath over your skin. 

You mewl and hug his head as every ounce of thought trickles away. You quake as your orgasm crashes down like an icy wave on a hot day. You cry out in delight and rock in time with his hand. You feel the cool gush of your pleasure pour out onto the chair and you pant through the hammer of your heartbeat. 

He buries his fingers deep and reaches to unwrap your arm from his head. He sits back, his hair tussled, the silver along his temples puffed out. He grins and looks down, wiggling his hand against your cunt as you spasm. 

“I believe you, baby. You’re not this tight with a man banging down your doors,” he snickers and plays with you, eyes fixed between your legs. “But he’ll show up.” He pushes in until you whine, “and you’ll keep him on the hook til I get here, won’t you?” 

[serxinns]

I forgot to add Yandere. Yandere Alien!Class 1-A x Human!Reader.

Their little earthing~

A/n: sorry for the rush and wait. I wanted to get this done very quickly! But I didn't want you to wait as well! I hope you like it

You were jogging one night while walking your dog you always loved the night you always admired the night as a child you loved looking at the bright stars and picking up small animals and drawing notes about them, yea you were a weird one and still were you were humming the music in your headphones not able to be aware that something or someone was watching you from afar

You notice a convenience store ahead and decide to stop by and get you and your pet a midnight snack before heading home you open the door as the bell rings you walk over to the snack aisle grab as many snacks you can afford and exit out the store until you heard some someone struggling you went out to see what was happening but to your surprise and confusion you spotted a girl with short hair struggling with trying to put a gas pump in the car confused you went up to her and tapped her shoulder which shocked her a bit

"Uh, hello. Need any help?" The girl stared at you as if you were some sort of beauty but snapped out of it "Hello hu- I mean friend! I'm just tryna find out how to fill up a moving vehicle!" She said, smiling. Usually, you chucked a bit. "It's easy, you just-" You took the gas pump out of her hands and put it in the hole. "See, easy!" The girl was amazed at the cute human's intelligence. She hugged you very tight. "Thank you! Thank you! So much. It's getting dark. Would you like a ride home?" She said you were a bit hesitant at 1st about going into a stranger's car but she seems nice and polite and wouldn't do anything to hurt you your dog was big enough to attack someone so if she ever tries to harm either one of you you'll know what to do plus you got a taser and a pocket knife in case she does something

The 3 of you got into your car and drove home. Even tho it was 5 minutes away, you made sure she went the right way. "So where do you live?" "At **** *** street right up ahead," you pointed directly to the road. "Oh, you lived there too?" She said with a bit of excitement in her tone, you nodded in response, "I live three stories down with my friends!" She explains, "Oh, your friends live here too?" "Yeah, 18 of them! Well, in separate houses, tho!"

"Jeez, 6-7 in each house sounds must be chaotic." Your thoughts were interrupted when she stopped at your house and said, "We're here!" Looking at you intensely with a bright smile, "Oh...thanks, I appreciate it! I didn't get your name." "ochako, Ochako Uraraka!" She greeted me with a bright smile as you got you and your dog out of the car "I'm y/n! This is my Dog D/N" you said as the dog's tongue hung low while wagging their tail Ochako smiled "It was nice meeting you y/n maybe me and you can hang out sometime!" You nervously laughed at the offer, trying not to show discomfort. "Yeah..maybe we will have a gold night!" You waved as she drove off

"What a strange girl..." you thought as you entered your own home getting ready for bed

"Phew that was close.." Ochako said as she changed back into her true form, a pink alien with a skinny tail at the back. She crept towards the living room, heading up the creaky stairs slowly, not wanting to wake up her roommates. "What are you doing up?" A stern voice echoed throughout the halls; the girl scoffed as she saw one of her roommates, Tenya Iida, in light baby blue pajamas, his sleeping mask hand on the top of his forehead. "I just wanted to uh..get some snacks. That's all!" Ochako said trying to think up some sort of shitty excuse to throw at him

Tenya started to sniff around. "do I smell?.. were you hanging around with a human?!" Tenya's voice was higher and more serious while Ochako winced quickly, shushing him. "I needed help and they helped me! So let me lend them a ride no big deal!" Ochako protested, trying to reason with her friend, which made him sigh in irritation. "We are going to have a group meeting in the morning about this, but for now, go to bed..." he slowly went back into his room, shutting the door. Ochako felt bad, but at the same time, she kinda.. didn't regret it she felt determined to want to be your friend or if anything closer

The next day roams around. You were busy attending to your garden in your backyard. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was the size of a kiddie pool. You were busy watering the flowers and picking off the berry bushes. You also took care of, "These would look good for some yummy desserts! And maybe jam!" You thought, drooling at the fantasy of the delicious dishes until some chewing snapped you out of it. You quickly turned to see a little white rabbit just munching away at your petunias. "Hey!" You yelled gently picking up the rabbit as he tried squirming away "the heck are you doing little theif?" You asked the furry culprit while it was trying to get away with a petunia in his mouth you were about to investigate more on the crime untill someone making noises like they're trying to signal a animal

There were 2 boys, one with brown hair and big lips, trying to comfort the other boy with peach skin with a rocky facial texture. The brown hair noticed you peeking out the back yard. "Oh, hello there! We were looking for a pet, a rabbit with white fur," the boy explained. You looked over to the bunny you were holding that looked the same description. The boy said, "Is this your rabbit?" You held up the rabbit high enough so they could see the worried boy was shocked and ran over and quickly grabbed him off your hands hugging and crying a bit "Thank you.." he managed to say as he poked at you smiling gracefully

"Heh it's no problem I just found him munching on my petunia little rascal" you teased at the rabbit while petting his fur the boy apologized repulsively as you quickly reassured him it was fine as the rabbit only ate two "I promise to pay you back my name is Koji, Koji Koda yours?" "I'm y/n! L/n" The two of you shook hands across the fence separating you. The brown hair, who was named Sato, came over and greeted you as well, and it was even nice of him to give you a slice of yummy cake as a greeting gift! Now lucky were you?

The two boys couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful and kind of you were, too. Then Koda wondered if you had any animals yourself while Sato was planning to bake something just for you!

Soon after you encounter most of your neighbors Denki invites you to a barbecue party along with his friends from, the other neighborhoods, and everyone I mean everyone greeted each other oh so even most gave you gifts all in their minds wondering about the same thing they just had to have you

Whenever you participate in a neighborhood event somehow your other neighbors like Mina, momo, and Jirou would want to join as well so will Yokoyama will tag along as well and they wouldn't even do the program just be too busy paying attention to you or to try and get your attention

Kirishima, Bakugo, and Ojiro would invite you to work with them in the nearby gym to watch you work out as they work out on their own they always compete to try and see who lifts the most trying to impress you or if you ever need help (you didn't) they'll try and do anything to smell your scent or find any excuse to touch you like holding your hands guiding you how you should lift a weight or bakugo and Ojiro wanting to spar box you when he's mainly just tackling you on the ground hands on your waist or your neck, and if you ever get any attention they'll do an abnormal glare at them signaling them to back the fuck off their little earthling

Momo would occasionally invite you to tea with just the two of you, and Koda would let his rabbit out on purpose in YOUR yard so he can have an excuse to go to your backyard and always excuse himself as in your wooden fence may has an entrance for animals for it, Sato and mochiko would invite you over to each other's house to go over to one house and you all bake together or have a baking competition

They all love their little human they plan to reveal their true intensity for you...someday tho maybe when they take you away but for now they work on protecting you with their lives

[theocddiaries]

Robotnik: Aren't you going to make breakfast today or what? I’m not asking for much. A coffee, a churro, a hash!

Shadow: I'm sorry. I'm feeling a bit under the weather.

Robotnik: Have you charged?

Shadow: For the last time, I don’t work like that. [feels his forehead. Confused]: I think I've got a fever? Couldn’t you make yourself some coffee?

Robotnik: Ha. The ultimate lifeform. The ultimate lazy!

Shadow: Excuse me, I’ve been up since six, mopping, ironing, and hanging the laundry! You all only need a wristband to make it look like you’re living in a resort!

Rouge [comes out of her room and starts searching through the pile of ironed clothes]: Shadow, I can’t find my navy-blue skirt. Didn’t you iron it?

Shadow: No. But I ironed all that! What are you doing?

Rouge: What are you doing? I told you I needed it for today!

Shadow: Well, in the time it takes me to iron it for you, go down to the pharmacy and--

Rouge: Yeah, sure, because I have nothing better to do than be your maid… [grabs a piece of toast and heads back to her room]

Shadow: For God’s sake, does no one see that I’m not feeling well? One day the house will catch fire, and all you’ll do is call me to dial the fire department! [sniffs and dashes to the ironing board where he left the iron on a piece of clothing, groaning as he clutches his abdomen]: Great, my favorite jacket.

Robotnik: Stop whining. Do you hear me complaining because you still haven’t made me breakfast?

Shadow: Yes, I do, mister! Just like I hear you doing nothing! You're imposible to live with; you’re a selfish monster!

Robotnik: Well, if you’re not happy, you know where the door is. Let’s see how long you last before the feds come looking for you.

Shadow: Maybe they’d be doing me a favor. Bitter old man.

Robotnik: That’s it. [gets up]: I’m leaving before we start insulting each other, half alien freak. [heads to the door]

Shadow: Very well. If you’re going to do nothing, you might as well do it somewhere else and stop bothering me.

[Shadow groans in pain and collapses with a thud]

Robotnik: Hey! No need to slam doors. Rude! [slams the door hard]

Rouge [comes out of her room]: What’s all this madness—? Shadow! Omega, call the medical team! [rushes to help him]

[Scene changes: Shadow is lying in bed. Sonic is beside him, holding his hand, while Abraham and Rouge are talking to a doctor.]

Rouge: So, this is for the colic… Let’s hope it works.

Sonic [rubs Shadow's arm for comfort]: I’m sure it will.

Doctor [hands Rouge the prescription]: And make sure he drinks plenty of water.

Rouge: Of course. [looks back before walking the doctor to the door]: I’ll get you water and then go pick up your medication, okay, honey?

Abraham: Make sure it’s low-mineral water, or he might get another kidney stone. [laughs and looks around to see everyone staring at him seriously]: Jeez, but when you all make crappy jokes, I’m supposed to laugh…

Sonic: Anyway, the only thing you need to do now, Shads, is rest, sleep, and stay calm.

Shadow: No, I can’t. I need to go to work—

Rouge: No, you don’t. [puts the glass of water on the nightstand and shoots Abraham a look]: Isn't that right, Abe?

Abraham: Yeah, of course not. You just stay there and rest.

Rouge: Good. [leaves]

Shadow [tries to sit up]: I can’t. Even if I don’t go to work, Vanilla does, and I have to pick Cream up from school.

Sonic [lies him back down]: I’ll do it, okay?

Shadow: I also have to take Omega to the mechanic and stay with him to calm him down. He can't go on his own--

Sonic: Rouge can do that.

Shadow: Rouge can’t because she has to work at that hour. It was my turn.

Sonic: Then Abraham can-- [turns and realizes they’re alone in the room]: Figures… Whatever, I’ll do it too, okay? I’ll help you. Just tell me what else needs to be done.

Shadow: Just the two things I mentioned. And cook, clean, do the laundry, iron, hang the clothes, and clean everything again because by the time you finish, it’s a mess all over again.

Sonic: Well, that second round can be Eggman’s job, right? He lives here now.

Shadow: Him? What’s he going to do… He saw I was sick and only got up to leave, but not before telling me that if I didn’t like it, I knew where the door was.

Sonic: You know how he is. The only adjectives he knows are insults. Just ignore him. He’ll help, I promise you that. You’re just not used to being sick, so you’re nervous and seeing everything worse than it is.

Shadow: No. I’m seeing it as it is. No one helps around here, Sonic.

Sonic: That’s not true. Look, Rouge went to get your medicine. Omega will help you in his own way, and I’m here to cover for you, okay?

Shadow: …Yes, okay.

[Sonic squeezes his hand and gets up to leave the room. Shadow closes his eyes, trying to rest. Abraham crawls out from under the bed and sneaks out of the room, making sure no one notices as he flees the scene.]

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

“It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.”

The disapproval in question:

WHOA MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMINA! BAZOOOOOOIING eyes bulge out of head and shoot forward at 120 mph AROOOOOOOOOOOOGA jaw drops to the floor, tongue rolls out a foot forward HAWT MAMA! punches self in face with boxing glove five times HOOLEY DOOLEY pulls on train whistle that has appeared beside head as steam blows out EEE-AW EEE-AW pulls out comically large carton of milk, drinks all of it spilling it everywhere GUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH wolf whistle AROOOOOOOOOOO AROOOOOOOO tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart ARF ARF ARF ARF rubs ass on ground like dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF eyes turn into slot machine slots WOWZA! tapdancing sounds, running in a circle JEEPERS HEEPERS pants like dog, rips off pants, heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM slams fists on table rattling any silverware or plates DUUUUUUHHHH bashes own head with hammer 5 times BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK slams chair on table BWOOOAAGHHHH old-timey car horn sound, tongue straightens out like wooden board, eyes go out of skull and back in like paddleballs CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA fireworks shoot from top of head PHWOAARRR sniffs air loudly, nostrils become comically large HONKA HONKA HONKA HONKA sound of mouth harp as body is straightened out, floating a foot above the ground JEEZ LOUISE propeller spins on hat comically WOWEEE gets massive erection, tries to aggressively push it back down into pants OINKA OINKA pulls out massive drum, starts beating it excessively HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA jumps on table, smashes through table and ground, springs back upward at an incredible velocity HOOOLY MOOOOLY pupils fly away from eyes, eyes snap forward towards them OOOOOOH I'M DYYYYYYYYYYIIN' fucking dies, ghost goes out of corpse with a lyre, body pulls ghost back into body WHADDA DAAAAME starts foaming at the mouth HUUUUUUUURRRRRR furiously turns crank on machine that hits hands on table GRRRR BARK BARK BARK head unscrews and starts rotating BUH-DOOIIOIOIOING starts rattling like a jar of coins, suspended half a metre in the air DING DING DING DING DING DING starts bouncing up and down at a high speed, starts boiling like tea kettle and turning red HAAAHEEEEEE

[weirdbutohhkay]

A who never sneezes more than once, and B who basically creams their pants from a singular sneeze courtesy of A.

“Um… A are you feeling alright?” B raises their eyebrow motions to A’s nose generically.

“Ugh.. sDf! I cad’t seeb to shake this stupid cold….” They pinch the bridge of their nose and sigh exasperatedly.

B watches as A’s eyes begin to grow distant and their jaw goes a little slack (something they’ve grown to pay attention to given how horny they are all the time).

“Heh’gxtshu! Guh… I’b so sorr-ehh’iTSCHU! Jeez I dod’t kdnow what’s wrohh-hih!” A pauses with their hand placed cautiously over their nose.

“N’gxt! Heh’n’gtx! Huhhh.. n’gtx! -choo…” A sniffs miserably and wipes their nose on the palm of their hand.

“B-bless you?” B is staring slack jawed in awe of how many sneezes A can produce if given the chance.

“Umb… B… are you hard?”

(or if B does not have a pp…)

“Umb… B why are your cheeks so red?”

[101ocs]

Lesss.. have you seen my necklace? I think some bitch yanked at it too hard 'cause I can't find it 'nd I've already looked all over the damn house!

Her eyebrows were furrowed a bit, her voice cracking just a bit, very clearly more than a bit distressed over it.-🌹 @texas-chainsawed

your necklace? oh jeez, i hope uncle nubbins didn’t snatch it up…..but hey, if he didn’t find it by now, i could prolly get bullet to find it!! just gimmie something else of yours so he can sniff it out! :3

[coastershells]

XOXO , KISSES , HUGS

IN WHICH — dallas hates your guts.. maybe?

not proofread, no caps are intentional !! / requested? | no : yes

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

dallas had hated you since the start of time. everyone knew that, greasers, socs, everybody.

you could never lay a finger on why exactly; you don’t recall being mean to him, ever. all you were to him was nice. maybe that’s what he hated, your kindness, perhaps? the fact you were a girl, and his view on girls was messed up after slyvia? it was all just a mystery to you.

you wanted to be friends with him, you really did! you tried to put in work to talk to him a bunch, but you were always met with; “can’t you find someone else’s nerves to get on?”, or a simple ‘buzz off.’ with a quick dismissal by his hand shooing you away.

to say the least, it hurt a bit. you had gotten so well with the rest of the boys such as ponyboy , darry , sodapop , and everyone else you knew! it just didn’t click why dallas winston didn’t like — or atleast tolerate you.

that’s what led you to buck’s doorstep late at night , in a black jacket gifted to you by johnny and jeans you managed to pick up by yourself.

you crossed your fingers as you heard loud footsteps overpowering the sound of music and loud talking. you just prayed that it wasn’t going to be dallas directly that answered the door.

your prayers were answered as instead, buck opened the door and looked you up and down.

“ ey’! you’re that one gal dally dislikes. “ you scowl at that. why does he know you? and why does he know you by that of all things?

“ yeah , uh—“ you sniff before responding. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were shaking without realizing it. “ is he… dallas.. is he here? right now? “

buck seemed to chuckle at something, whether it was you or someone inside. you couldn’t tell anyway, the harsh colorful lights inside made it so you could only see his face when he smiled , or anything that wasn’t just a plain face.

“ yeah , yeah he’s here alright. probably smokin’ a cancer stick , no wonder it smells up in here! “ buck laughs to no one but himself , then awkwardly clears his throat. “ c’mon in. “ he makes way for you and you nod your head , a small ‘ thank you ‘ coming out of you.

“ his room is .. uuuh.. “ he points lazily to the other room. “ stairs right around the corner , can’t miss it. right up the steps is his room. “ buck says , placing his arm on your shoulder before you shly move away and towards the steps. “ thank you , uh , bye? “ you wave quickly before making your way through the crowd.

it smelled high of liquor , weed , and probably a mix of everything that could get someone locked up. you tried your hardest to ignore the smells messing with your head. it made you nauseous. you hurried up the stairs and came across the supposed room of dallas.

so with that , you opened the door slowly. and there he was , in all of his glory , dallas winston.

and oh boy , you were questioning why you had actually came here in the first place. why didn’t you just stay at home?

you make eye contact , and now you’re really wondering.

“ hey .. dally— “

“ don’t call me that for one , dallas is my name for you. and two— “ he stands up off his bed. “ why are you here? who the hell let you in? “

ouch.

“ i wanted to hang.. ah , jeez this is so stupid. “ you mumble the last part to yourself and he raises an eyebrow.

“ good for you , but i don’t. so take a ‘ U ‘ turn and hit the bucket. go. “ he points to the door , and you stutter. “ wait , hold on! “ you put your hands up in protest. dallas looks nothing but unpleased. “ just a minute — well , not really , but c’mon dallas! i don’t have a virus or anything , there’s no reason to avoid me this much. “

you really should stop.

dallas gives you a confused yet annoyed look.

you should just shut up and walk back down the steps.

he runs a hand through his hair , and looks off to the side where a window is.

this is such a stupid, stupid ide—

“ fuckin , fine.. jeez. what? what could you possibly want at— “ he glances at his clock. “ 10PM? and what are you wearin? the jacket has no use if you’re wearing a thin ass tank under it. “ he points , disgusted , at your tank top. you grumble before hugging the jacket tighter so the top doesn’t show. but your grip loosens when dallas decides to speak up again.

“ if you came here to seduce me or somethin’ , it ain’t workin’. you’re not my type at all. “ the hand in his hair falls to his side and you make some sort of weird stutter noise at his statement.

“ what the fuck , dallas?! no! i wanted to talk. about you and your— “ you point to him entirely. “ you! just you! “

dallas clicks his tongue. “ first you want to hang out , then you want to talk? pick one and stick with it. “ he says the last part louder than he should.

you roll your eyes , but then fix yourself. be nice. “ can me and you.. take a walk? “

“ a…. walk? “

somehow , you had convinced the dallas winston to walk and talk with you. it took a lot of begging , but here you both are , walking down the street.

you honestly don’t know what to say , or ask , or even start out with. you’ve just been blankly looking the other direction of him as he smokes a cigarette. you rub your arms , even in this jacket it’s fucking freezing. why didn’t you just do this in the morning?

“ so , did you bring me out here to walk in silence or did you actually have anything important to say? “ you look over to him and find him not looking at you at all until he notices you doing it. so you stop in your tracks , he stops a bit after you.

“ why do you hate me so much? “

he gives a blank expression , and shrugs. “ i don’t hate you. you’re just annoying. too bright f’me. “ you huff. “ that’s what hating a person is. you just don’t like me for me. “

dallas seems completely unbothered by this. “ you’re alright when you’re like this , when you’re serious and not all happy-go-lucky. i saw you at the rumble. why you gotta put on an act? “

you could barley make out that sentence since he was taking puffs of his cigarette every 5 seconds, and he was blowing it in your face.

an asshole. such. an. asshole.

you ball your fist , but slowly let it fall.

“ alright , fine. have it your way. you don’t wanna talk to me? you hate me? okay. it can stay that way. you’re a fucking jerk. “ you spit out. that’s the only thing dallas made a reaction to that night , and with that , you stormed off to your house. you didn’t look back , and you were too busy fighting tears , but you could tell that dallas had said something.

you just weren’t quite sure what it was.

TO SUM IT UP.. yea so.. requests are coming in late because i had been working on this and a lot of other fics and i’m also planning on starting a dallas x reader fic on ao3 because there isn’t enough for me that are actually updating!! so i’m taking matters into my own hands. as of this fic, slightly rushed yes, but there will be a part two that will be linked in my masterlist, as well as this red text when i’m done with it! the next part will have slight suggestiveness, but no smut will be written (that’s for another fic… maybe maybe not.) but here’s some sneaky peakies on other works i’m doing!

(and per usual , owned by prowlerverse.)

[saiintvalentiine]

kenifies + ken borrowing wifies clothes. if you would kindly

this kinda became a scent thing by the end LOL sorryyyyyy but pls enjoy some clothing borrowing shenanigans!

Word count: 478

Ken doesn’t check what he grabs before shrugging it on. He’s late, very late, he’s supposed to be letting Seawatt into his newest escape room, oh, about, twenty minutes ago? So he grabs whatever is on top of the clean clothes pile and runs out of the house, nearly losing half a nail to his desperate shoe-shoving.

When he arrives, red faced and sweaty, Seawatt gives him a once-over and lifts his hands up.

“Hey man, if you were busy. . .” he says with a shit eating grin. Ken flips him off.

“I don’t know what you mean but I get the feeling you’re being an asshole, so shut up.”

Seawatt laughs at him but doesn’t elaborate because he’s an asshole and now Ken is left wondering what he meant as he TP’s him to the starting room. Later, much later on, as Seawatt is struggling through the final room, Ken looks down at his shirt and realizes he’s wearing one of Wifies’s yin-yang sweaters. It’s thick and warm and smells like their house. The detergent they use is scentless, because anything stronger makes Ken sneeze over and over, but their house is always filled with warm bread and fragrant flowers, and he can just about pull those scents out of the fabric.

Seawatt’s words finally click and when he successfully escapes, Ken silently punches him a few times.

When he gets home, Wifies is there. He’d been off for a while, dealing with Unstable business, but now he sits in their kitchen playing music and poking at the top of a pumpkin pie.

“Hey,” Ken calls out.

“Hey! Welcome home.”

Wifies kisses Ken before anything, smiling warmly before glancing down at his shirt.

“Oh? What’s this?” he says with a little sly grin, pinching a sleeve between his fingers and tugging at the fabric.

“I was in a rush and it was at the top of the pile,” Ken complains, but he doesn’t really mind when it comes from Wifies.

“Dang, and here I thought you were missing me,” Wifies sighs theatrically, kissing the tip of Ken’s nose and turning back to his pie.

“I did miss you,” Ken peeks around him to watch him cut the pie up into slices. “But it’s not like this even smells like you anymore.”

“Hm? What do I smell like then?” Wifies grabs two plates and places a slice on each.

Ken leans in and sniffs at Wifies’s shoulder. He travels up his neck, and Wifies just tilts his head to let him. He sniffs loudly into Wifies’s ear just to hear him laugh.

“Right now? Like rockets. Kinda gross.”

“The smoke must still be in my hair.”

“Under that, hm. . . A little like citrus and salt.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It’s very nice,” Ken sniffs at him again. “Actually, gimme that shirt. Wanna smell like you.”

“Buy me dinner first, Ken, jeez.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Know Your Place 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall, destroyer!Chris [for the purposes of this AU, I will give him the last name Jackson] (Professor AU)

Summary: after a life time of home schooling, you finally get to experience the real world in college. (petite reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

You’re lost! It’s an inevitability, really, but your lost and that pulsing swell is making its way from your stomach to your chest. Soon, your throat will constrict and you won’t be able to breathe. Lost, lost, lost. 

You turn back down the hallway and retrace your steps. No, you didn’t go this way! You peer over your shoulder. Empty. While everyone else was so quick to flee after the lecture, you lingered to take the call from your mom and wandered a bit too far off track. 

You spin again and sway on your feet. You stumble as if you’re on a rocking ship. You go to the wall and put your bag down. You search for your phone and put in the building name to the directory. ‘No floor plan available.’ Oh jeez. 

The panic builds as you pick up your bag and blink back tears. You’re an adult! You’re not going to cry. You'll get out of here. Calm down.  

You look down at your phone as your thumb hovers over your mom’s contact. No. You won’t call her. She’s already worried enough. You accidentally mentioned having a dessert bar from the cafe and she almost lost her mind. Those things are packed with sugar and filler! 

It was just one. You grip your phone tight and black the screen. You’ll follow the room numbers and go from there. How helpless are you to get so backwards in here. It’s not like some magical maze. You’re fine. 

You shuffle back down the hall, past the same open door, and stop at the crossways of the next. You hesitate. Straight or right? 

“Everything alright?” The deep voice rumbles through the hall and rolls up your spine. 

You turn to the vaguely familiar timbre. Oh, you know him! It’s that man with the spirally hair and fuzzy beard. From the Student Centre... 

“Walter,” you say. 

“Mauve,” he returns as he steps fully out into the hall. 

“What... what are the odds?” You bounce on your feet and hug your bag, pushing your fingers over the fluffy teddy bear face. Often times you do that just for a bit of comfort. 

“I saw you going back and forth,” he puts his hand on his hip. Oh no, you disturbed him. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you,” you clutch your phone against your stomach. 

“You’re not,” he insists. “My class let out twenty minutes ago.” 

“Oh, sure, sorry, er, psychology?” You wiggle your phone in recollection. 

He gives a short nod, “that’s it. You have a class around here?” He asks as his blue eyes bore into you, “you lost?” 

You frown and look away guiltily. You’re embarrassed. You sniff and make yourself look at him, “yes. But I’m just trying to get out of her. My class already ended.” 

“Right,” he says, “you got a minute? Just gotta grab my things and I’ll lead the way. That’s if I’m not bothering you?” 

You flinch, “me? Oh no, it’s not—thank you so much.” 

“No problem,” he turns and taps the door frame as he goes back into the room. 

You slowly tiptoe forward and peer inside. He folds up his laptop and shoves it into a worn grey passenger bag. He slides a folder in with it and grabs his phone. He squints at the screen before he tucks it into his back pocket. 

He hooks the bag over his shoulder and scoops up his jacket. You watch him approach, taking in the full effect of his size. He’s a big man. Burly, even through the thick wool of his sweater. You can’t help but think it looks cozy. 

You back up and fold your hands, resisting the urge to compare yourself. Your thrifted maxi skirts and straight-cut button-ups and handmade cardigans are out-of-place on campus. The other girls wear cute shirts and short skirts, even on the cooler days.  

It doesn’t matter. He’s only a professor after all. You pull closed the front of your picky wool coat as he emerges. 

“Thanks, sir,” you say as he steps up next to you and points you ahead. “I... I kinda... was panicking.” 

“Mm, well, it’s a big building,” he hooks a thumb into his jean pocket, “big campus.” 

“Oh, yes. Very big.” You agree as you slide your phone into the big pocket of your coat. You trade it for the folded map you keep handy. You open it up as you keep pace with him. You feel him glance down. “I have to get to the...” 

Your voice drifts off. You have to go to the student grocery. Your mother sent a list of ingredients and instructions. She said it all needs to be organic but you don’t think you’ll find much of that. 

“Hm, you’re a lot more organized than most of my students,” he remarks. 

You close the map and look up at him with a sheepish smile, “just nervous. Momma says you should always be ready for anything.” You shrug and shake your head as you set your head right, “mm, sorry, my mom... she says a lot of things.” 

He hums and directs you around a corner with a short point. “You’re close?” 

“Yep. Just me and her for twenty years,” you chime. “I... miss her.” You feel the drop in your chest as the words force their way out before you could even think them. “Sorry, I just... it’s still the first week.” 

“No, it’s expected. Big adjustment coming to school,” he assures you. “But you like it?” 

“Oh, sure. It’s exciting. They were having a record sale outside the Rec Centre but I left my player at home,” you say. “But I got a poster of some kittens--” You laugh nervously and shake your head. “You can tell me if I’m rambling, Walter.” 

“No, I don’t think so,” he steps ahead of you as you approach the front doors. Yay, he found them. “I’m sure it’s a cute poster.” 

“It is,” you agree as he opens the door and lets you out first. “Thank you.” 

He follows you out and you begin down the stairs. He measures his stride with yours. As you come to the bottom, you stop and fidget with the map in your hands. 

“Thank you so so much.” You flick the corner of the paper. “I’ll let you be now. I’m sure you have lots of work to do but it was nice seeing a familiar face.” 

“Yeah, it was,” he agrees and peers around.  

“Good luck, Walter,” you chime. “Maybe we’ll run into each other next week.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” he mutters and twitches, bringing his hand up. “Wait, where are you off to? I could... I could help you find it.” 

“Oh, no, I can’t ask that,” you crinkle the map loudly. “I just gotta get to the grocery and I think it’s near the Student Centre...” you trail off and open the paper to check. 

“Well, can I give you a hint?” He asks. 

You look up at him again, “what?” 

“Everything’s marked up two dollars on campus. There’s a store just off,” he points to the far corner on the map, “right across from this entrance. They bake their bread fresh too.” 

You stare down at his fingertip. Your mother wired you some money and it’s not much, and more than she should have. It might be a good idea to go the extra distance and save some dimes. You chew the inside of your lip. 

“Oh, that’s-- thanks.” 

“I gotta grab some coffee beans. I could come along. So you don’t get lost again,” he offers. 

“Really?” You chirp. “That’s... too nice.” 

“I don’t mind,” he insists. “I even know a shortcut.” 

[moonshynecybin]

who do you think would deal better with being isekai'd into omegaverse, marc or vale? alternatively which is more compelling

most beautiful ask. in the world. so funny. ummmm i think. vale is maybe more compelling because his issues with it would be. perhaps unsolvable and endlessly complex. guy who is a lil weird about gender, not terribly into the concept of marriage, and is pretty fundamentally adverse to being. shall we say emotionally legible/vulnerable. exposed. and omegaverse as a genre is all about exposure. its all. giving into the base instincts of your body and those same instincts giving you away to the object of your affections. its going into heat and the person youre in love with is the only one available to help you through it. its scenting someone and that being a crystal ball of their emotions and bodily state ESPECIALLY ie how much they want you specifically. its needing someone so bad you are literally insensate. its getting bonded 5ever and ever irrevocably, OFTEN in the heat of an instinctual moment without the relationship negotiation that happens irl. a genre centered around a betrayal of the body/heart to the mind, in many ways

now imagine you didnt actually grow UP in an omegaverse so you have no toolbox to DEAL with all that. sensory input off the SHITS. and. like suddenly and without WARNING now vale can feel in his CHEST exactly how distressed marc marquez is about every one of their interactions. and how much he wants his ass. like truly every part of his hind brain is like jesus christtttttt i should be inside him right tf now im a terrible alpha. and then the higher part of his brain is like what the fuck. what the fuck. i am not responsible for marc, what the fuck. and oh hey theres a bump on my penis i need to ask people about this right the hell now. thats vale. so i see this as a somewhat fraught comedy of sex errors where his ADHD ass is treading horny water trying to learn alpha manners and also. much more complexly. not fall into all of the traditional alpha expectations/roles. that little trap of gender. because at heart vale is a little trickster who loves to buck expectations!!! and maybe his journey here is realizing that he can just be himself comma sex freak. and that leaning into those "alpha" traits doesnt mean he is conforming lmao he can still have his own unique version of his family. learning the norms of a society and what makes sense to him and what still doesnt. sorting through the weeds of it. and that being vulnerable rules sometimes. and that marc loves him. because that last one is kind of hard to ignore now... again because of that emotional and physical vulnerability that comes with the genre... honestly him knowing all of that about marc without having to actually TALK about it may solve some of their problems tbh. like why work through all that verbally when you can sniff them and then fuck them. kind of the omegaverse fantasy in quite a few ways

marc. jeez louise. i think would HATE it more. at first. control freak 9000. maybe has to miss races for heats. suppressants arent legal. experiencing weird omega sexism if we want to go that route OR. my favorite. has been lying to the press about his status since he presented. tiniest 15 yr old youve ever seen: im an alpha ! :3 uh sure bud. sure. i bet. SO actually maybe he falls into a world where hes just been white-knuckling it for the last billion years during race weekends and most of the paddock kind of KNOW (scent blockers only go so far...) but are lowkey afraid to call him on it dlkjdfljldsfd... similar to vale in this scenario, he sort of has to learn how to omega— and when his heat hits during summer break and his ass start leaking in the middle of the spanish equivalent of walmart, he finds a psycho little ziploc bag of sweaty vale shirts under his bed and he genuinely is like girl what the hellllllllllll.... wiggin out. and his next heat he turns up to race with truly NO practice managing it all, so its way more obvious than normal and the farce is growing thinner and vale literally pulls him aside to be like hey are you GOOD ? but in that valentino not that i care about your ass kind of unspeakably divorced way and marc is like woag. bc a pheromone truck just ran him over. eyes glassy face flushed sweaty as hell mouth a little open.... and he opens his mouth to make an excuse and nothing comes... and then obviously they fuck like its the end of the WORLD

and like i DO think marc pulls out of it more cleanly than vale overall, bc something in HIS lizard brain would be deeply soothed by like. excelling at being an omega. getting an A + in being a bottom. doing that for vale, specifically in the context of pushing his body to the absolute LIMIT to do it.... hes locked in. its go time. and then theres the insane possibility of vale putting his mouth on his neck and them getting basically soulbonded forever where they have to have crazy sex every few months ? hes like ummmm okay. i could get used to this for a while lmao

[abysmalarts]

as much as i love dipper being an anxious teen and whatever i still cant drop the idea he's a fucking pervert.

example one being sniffing his uncle ford's sweater???????????????????????? LIKE OKAY.

he's a fucking Freak my guy. what else does he do? sniff his sisters sweaters? jeeze.

also this because it's cute to me. you're so happy to finially be with the author you get a boner HELP

[elizapage444]

Poof!

“Heeeello! Have we met? I don’t think so, right?”

~ @moon-barnes

Fuckin- jeez. No..... no we haven't

*sniffs them and decides there harmless enough*

[yolyoola]

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