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swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual · 6 months ago

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Basically, it’s discovered that to help stabilize Danielle, aka Ellie, it’d be best to have her be smaller. She refused to be turned into a kid by Frostbite/her own power ability, when Danny remembered the shrink ray his parents made. The side effect is that they’re kind of stuck as humans when they’re that small—they can use some ghost powers, but basically, it’s a weird side effect of the shrink ray. That’s canon, by the fucking way, lmao

Anyways, so Ellie agrees, and Danny will shrink himself with the ray to her size to help her out when needed/when she wants company her size, with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker occasionally helping out. Sam buys one of those really ornate Victorian dollhouses, with wooden everything, and Danny does some… renovations… so that it no longer opens and is a proper house. There’s still some oddities because it’s a dollhouse originally, but it was easier and faster to give her a home. One of the first additions was a water/wastewater system, followed like two hours later by an electrical system. Since it was so small, Danny was able to do it fairly quickly in his big size, occasionally going small and using the small window for using his powers to double check on things.

The water system had to be refilled every week, unless hooked up to a plumbing system in a house, which Danny made some outlets for in Jazz’s room—it was easier and had significantly less questions/didn’t stand out as much if placed in Jazz’s room. They usually did it every three days, though, as the plug-in process was still a bit… hinky. The tanks for holding the water were in the ‘basement’, which was mostly inaccessible from the inside of the dollhouse but basically looked like a big stand the dollhouse stayed on. Like someone ripped a full house out of the ground WITH the basement attached. There was a small access hallway down some stairs in the house for the clean water system, though.

The electric system was fairly simple, as it didn’t cost much energy to light a dollhouse and heat/cool water. There was an AC unit, Ellie’s request, but it hardly was used and was fairly efficient just due to pure size. It was fueled by ecto batteries, which Danny made sure had a few rechargability options—just because it was efficient energy didn’t mean it didn’t ever need recharging. There was a very small ecto filter, but due to its relative small size, was easy to clean and was fairly stable, so they had a whole closet of them just chilling out, both filled and empty. The battery itself could be charged by ecto sources, Danny’s own blood, or ambient ectoplasm gained by using something that looked like a solar panel and a satellite dish had a child that the batter could be placed in. The hookup also allowed for like… normal D cell batteries.

They would buy dollhouse furniture, and occasionally just buy the big version then shrink it down. Ellie had a huge old house to herself, basically, might as well go ham. And she had a fun time with the designer doll clothes Sam liked to get, although the cheap doll clothes from the store were also fun. Best option was just buying normal clothes and shrinking them, but using things that were already small or just making stuff using normal sized objects was fun.

At some point, though, the Fenton siblings decide to go on a trip. Ellie begs to be taken along, and Jazz agrees—there’s a doll showcase in Gotham, and Jazz wanted to see if anything caught Ellie’s interest. Danny, having a room in the dollhouse himself, also went along. Might as well make it a sibling’s trip, right?

Ellie can be full size for small chunks of time, which they did while exploring the expo. They found some cool things to add, and some doll clothes Ellie was far too interested in trying on, as well as some to force on Danny later. He sighed, but like—that’s his little cousin-sister, he’d put up with it. After all, he learned how to plumb an entire (miniature) house in two days when she refused to move in until it had a fully functional bathroom, so.

Anyways!

They have a fun time, and sure, lugging the relatively giant dollhouse was a PAIN, but it was Ellie’s home, and some stabilizing tech made it relatively safe to move without risking everything freaking breaking. They load everything in again, and the dollhouse is now restocked with clothes, tiny furniture, and a lot of shrunken supplies—some foods are just hard to work with full size, and are easier to shrink, okay? Also soap, paper goods, pencils and pens, books, etc. Jazz loads the thing into her car, and Danny offers to stay with Ellie in the dollhouse—so Jazz gets them in, and shrinks them down, holding onto the shrink ray in the meantime.

All is going relatively well in Gotham traffic until there’s a rogue attack.

Go figure.

Jazz ends up unconscious, and Danny and Ellie can’t do anything before the rogue is taken care of and a paramedic team comes up. They hide back in the dollhouse, listening as the medics say she seems to be okay, just unconscious. A relief, but now they’re taking Jazz away. Fenton luck states she’s one of the few actually injured. The Bat Brigade comes by, and Batman notices that there’s a wallet for one Danny Fenton. Red Robin confirms that Jazz was likely here with at least two other people, based on the ticket stubs for the expo. However, there is a strange lack of social media presence, Danny doesn’t have a photo ID, and there’s no way of knowing for SURE that it was just Danny with her, if it was just two other people, or if Danny was in the car with her. Still, as they can’t find him but DO have his sister and his wallet, they assume he might be missing, possibly kidnapped.

The Gotham PD of course take in the car, although it’s pretty trashed. Knowing well and good that the dollhouse and such things are actually quite expensive, Commissioner Gordon mentions that it wouldn’t be a bad idea for Batman to maybe hold onto the Fenton’s things that *aren’t* related to the investigation.

Batman just takes everything. Including a rather peculiar looking gun that seems to have sustained some damage during the attack and car crash.

Gordon sighs. Figures.

So, Danny and Ellie end up in Wayne Manor. Most of the things end up in the Batcave, but Alfred insists that they place the doll things upstairs in the manor proper—the cave isn’t *that* damp, but doll things are small and delicate. So, upstairs they go.

At first, it’s fine. Danny and Ellie are fine in the dollhouse, and it’ll be at least a week before any of the systems NEED to be worked with.

Then Ellie ends up with a massive migraine. She gets them, on occasion, a sort of growing pain. Usually, they just shrink some medicine for her as she needs it, because she’s like—twelve. While they did have some medicine that had been pre-shrunk, when they were stocking up in Gotham, it turns out pain medicine was more expensive there. Not by much, but they figured—they’ll just stock up in Amity Park, they’ll be there in two days.

Haha. Nope.

So, Danny finally has to venture out. He lucks into finding the first aid kit—why there was one in the main living room, he’s not sure—and is currently working on trying to get open the blister packet of an ibuprofen when Alfred finds him.

Alfred stares at this tiny boy with a tiny make-shift knife trying to get into… over the counter pain medication.

Danny stares at this butler guy who had very gently cleaned the outside and noted the strange fact that the dollhouse did not open.

Danny waves at Alfred.

Alfred waves a tiny finger back.

“Hello,” Alfred says softly, which is fantastic because loud noises could get painful—part of the reason for Ellie’s headache was an argument between Tim and Damian. “How do you do?”

Danny hesitates, before he makes an exaggerated so-so gesture.

“You understand me?”

Danny nods—it’s rare for people to understand what he’s saying when he’s 5 inches tall.

“How wonderful,” Alfred smiles. “And how can I help our young guest tonight?”

Danny gestures to the blister packet.

“Pain medication? Isn’t that a little bit large for you.”

The teen thinks for a second on how to communicate. He points to the pill, then makes a slight show of pretending to grind something, like a mortar and pestle.

Thankfully, Alfred got the idea. “Would it be easier if I ground it up for you?”

Danny takes a moment to think before accepting with an enthusiastic nod.

“Very well,” Alfred says, taking the blister packet in one hand. He then hold his other out, palm up, like a platform. “Would you like to come with me?”

Danny ‘his survival instincts died when he did’ Fenton gets into Alfred’s hand.

Alfred grinds up the pill into a fine powder. Danny hands him a tiny bottle—still large in Danny’s hands, as it was not a shrunk bottle—that he had tied around his waist. Alfred fills it, and hands it back.

“I assume you came from the tiny house we have in our living room?”

Danny again nods. Alfred takes him there, setting him down outside the front door. Danny bows, and sure it’s Japanese as hell, and he’s white as all get out, but it’s a generally understood gesture of thanks. He hopes.

Alfred understands it just fine. “I bid you goodnight, then. Perhaps we will talk more, when you are feeling better?”

Danny hesitates, again, but he nods. Alfred had been nice enough, so far.

Danny heads in, quickly measuring out the medicine—shrunk pressure plates and scales and weights made what it was measuring relative—to him the weights on the hand balance scale felt the same weight. Ellie got her medicine, and they both went back to sleep.

He told her in the morning what happened. Ellie was strangely gung-ho about meeting this butler guy, and so—when no one else was around—, she and Danny went onto the tiny balcony as Alfred came in to dust.

“Oh my,” he said. “There’s two of you, now. Should I expect more?”

Both of them did an exaggerated ‘no’ dance.

“Very well, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler. Welcome to Wayne Manor.”

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #prompt #I’m clearing out my notes and idk if I’ll continue this but figured it worked out well for a prompt?#do as you will

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starkeydoll · 3 months ago

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perv!bsf!rafe … who’s a total loser, and soooo icky.

warnings: noncon, dubcon, that’s it i think …

he’s shameless about it too. will text you late at night about something normal, eventually coercing you into sending a picture of your face. ‘just miss my best friend, that’s all’ …. then he’s asking what necklace you have on, wanting a pic of your tank top … ‘what? i can’t wonder what you’re wearing now?’. until eventually he’s got you tilting the camera down to show off your whole body.

and he’s fisting his cock the entire time, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, eyes transfixed on the picture of you laying against your pretty sheets ... little pyjama shorts riding up your plush thighs, hard nipples poking through the thin material of your cami.

he’s coming against his stomach with an almost whimper … grabbing whatever discarded item of clothing is closest to wipe it off.

the next time you see him, you’re headed to a party. he’s pumping gas into his truck, hand on the top of the car as he looks down at you … his little passenger, through the open window. and when he pulls his wallet out to pay at the pump, you catch a glimpse of yourself. a little crinkled picture of your body tucked behind the clear panel in the leather.

‘rafe!’ you’re gasping, ‘why would you print that out?!’

and he’s laughing all sleazy, telling you you’re overreacting with a shrug … ‘s’not that serious doll, you sent the pic, can do whatever i want with it’

when you inevitably drink too much and he has to drive you home, placing you in bed like a baby, he tells you you’re ‘far too drunk to get changed yourself’ and that he’ll ‘just have to do it for you’. cock discreetly in his right hand, thumbing himself over lazily as he leans over you … left hand taking it’s sweet time pulling down your little dress.

you’re incoherently mumbling something about ‘hurrying up’ because you’re ‘tired and wanna go to bed’ and he’s smirking, swallowing back a moan as he reassures that he’s ‘going as quick as i can, doll’

it’s a shame you’re far too drunk to notice the way he’s panting … to notice the feeling of your panties being pulled down your mid thighs … don’t notice when he cums into them with a groan either, sticky white seed painting the gusset as he catches his breath and pulls them back up your hips with a hum of approval.

you’ll wake up hungover and a little confused at the way your panties stick to you, gasping when you tug them to the side and see the cum that’s been smushed up against your cunt all night.

he’s a forward thinker though, stole all your clean panties before he left … guess you’ll just have to stay in the seed stained ones.

#drabbles ᡣ𐭩 #perv!bsf!rafe #i imagine this as s1 rafe but do with it what you will #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #starkeydoll

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pinkanonwrites · 7 months ago

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Gotta get my head on straight so I can write the G1 Hot Rod/Car Wash Attendant Reader I've had buzzing in my brain for literal months.

Like imagine you work at a car wash near Autobot city and have had a few bot customers in the past, typically bots like Pipes and Beachcomber after they got a bit too dirty roughing it around the open terrain. But today it's Hot Rod, and boy does he live up to his name. Perfect paint, golden flame decals, a slick spoiler? He's quite a looker, that's for sure.

And you'd heard about Hot Rod from his teammates before, but he's surprisingly.... Not as bombastic as you may have expected? He's definitely chatty, but it's more of a long-winded, almost anxious string of babble. His wheels shift back and forth like nervous feet as you smooth the wax across his hood, and at one point your fingers trace the edge of his spoiler and he responds by nearly jumping out of his wheel wells, joined by the loudest HONK you'd ever heard come out of a sports car.

Meanwhile, from Hot Rod's perspective, he's cursing Beachcomber for telling him what a nice place this was to relax. How can he relax when the human feeling up his door jambs and hubcaps is so cute? Hot Rod doesn't do embarrassed, but something about you just makes his tanks turn in the best possible way. He's not even sure what he's talking about, just that the act of running his mouth is distracting enough that you don't notice the way his engine revs every time your fingers dance along the seams of his panels. He's sparkling clean on the outside when he finally trundles out of your car wash, but in his processor he's an absolute MESS.

You don't even notice the pinkish puddle on the concrete right below where he'd been parked, as it's quickly washed away by the hose.

#transformers #hot rod #tf hot rod #g1 hot rod #transformers x reader #x reader #hot rod x reader #my writing #maccadam #g1 transformers

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satorusugurugurl · 28 days ago

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Blood and Chocolate

Summary: You spent the entire night planning a perfect Halloween evening with your best friend. but when he says he has to cancel because his vampire instincts are telling you he needs to feed, you offer to be his personal blood bag for the evening!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, blood drinking, vampires, neck play!sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: Kinktober day seven: Vampire! I have a major thing for neck kisses so this was amazing to write! (I’m also slut for vampire books)

You needed to make sure everything was absolutely perfect for tonight. Jumping up and down to ease the nerves that seemed to keep crawling over your skin as you looked around your bedroom. Your roommates were downstairs, handing out candy to trick-or-treaters so they would be busy for most of the night, giving you and your best friend, Geto Suguru, the perfect opportunity to spend one-on-one time together. Life has been so busy lately between work and your lifestyle. It felt like it’s been too long since you last saw your best friend.

In reality, it has just been a few days ago, but that had been in passing when he came to drop off a coffee for you at work. That short interaction wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger. You felt deep inside of your belly for him.

So you poised a plan to have him in your grasp. Everything was going to go perfectly tonight. You had lots of snacks, candy, and classic horror movies to watch. You just wished the night would come sooner so your vampire best friend could show up.

And no, you didn’t call him a vampire just because he wore dark clothes and came out mostly at night. Suguru was a legit vampire while you were a human. Vampires and humans had coexisted for decades, and while you were disappointed you never got your fangs, you were ecstatic to be friends with one!

He looked so cool with his sharp canines and flawless skin. His hair was always so shiny and pretty. And his eyes—ugh! His eyes were perfection!

Swirls of vibrant violet crossed your mind as you hummed on your bed. Thinking about sitting on his lap, watching a movie while he trailed kisses down your neck. His fangs would just graze your skin, enough to make you shiver to make you want more. Those thoughts had you squirming as heat pooled between your legs.

Okay, maybe you saw him more than just your best friend.

While You readjusted the pillows for what seemed like a million times, there was a tapping sound at your window. Turning your gaze towards it, you found yourself staring into the pools of lavender haze. Suguru grinned, knocking on your window panel again as you slowly approached it and opened it for him.

“Hi, " he greeted, his eyes taking in your very short jack-o-lantern shorts and tank top, which left little to his imagination.

“Hi there.” you learned slightly out of the window, smiling down at him.”I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He drew in closer towards you. “Are you going to meet me yet, or let me sit on the roof all night?”

Vampire law stated that a vampire could only enter her house with an invitation. “Please come in.” Inside of you, that is! Ignoring your intrusive thoughts about saying that out loud, you stepped back, allowing him to climb over the window and into your bedroom.

“Where are your roommates?” He asked, kicking off his shoes and tossing his jacket to the side, revealing a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants.

“Downstairs handing out candy this year. So don’t get any funny ideas of taking advantage of me.” You both laughed as you crawled onto your bed, focusing on John Carpenter's Halloween.

“Me take advantage of you? No way.”

You knew he was teasing you and that he didn’t mean the sarcasm to come out in his voice as he spoke. But he would take advantage of you. You down on the mattress before making love to you. But those thoughts were reserved for you and your handy dandy vibrator after he left. Right now, all that mattered was snuggling into his musky or the smell and enjoying a long evening together.

“Oh, by the way, I’m gonna have to leave early tonight.”

Your thoughts of the evening you had planned went out the window. “What?! Why?! " You focused all your attention on him and him alone, not caring about the movie playing in the background.

“I’ve been a bit stressed lately, so I’m feeling ‘thirsty.’ I’m gonna need to feed. So I’m gonna have to leave early to make sure I get a good feeding in before tomorrow.”

You frowned, sticking your bottom lip out as you thought about all the preparations you had made for this night together. “So you’re ditching me for an IV bag full of blood?” He scoffed, wrapping an arm around you and drawing you in to ruffle your hair.

“I’m not ditching you; I just feel a bit weak and need to feed. And candy isn’t gonna cut it this time. I need to drink some blood.”

“Then why not just drink mine?”

He blinked, turning his attention towards you two, flabbergasted to speak. “Huh?” For just a second, he thought you might be joking with him. “You’re fucking with me, right?” He cocked an eyebrow as he tried to decipher if you were being serious or not.

“No, I’m serious! I went through all the planning to make tonight, and you’re just gonna leave me because you’re hungry for some blood?!” You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck. “Just drink from me. I don’t mind sharing.”

To be honest, you were expecting Suguru out refuse your proposition. You weren’t expecting him to go deathly silent as he stared at your racing pulse in your neck. Looking at how pretty your neck looked, how fast your heart was racing, and how good you smelt left his throat burning with thirst. He always had a crush on you. But he didn’t wanna hurt you so he had never even thought about asking if you would share just a little bit of blood with him..

But if you were offering it up to him? That was a bit of a different story.

“Are you sure?”

He asked as he scooted across the bed closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “Yeah.” You swallowed your mouth to dry almost to speak. “Please don’t go. I want you to stay. Please, Sugu~” There was no way in hell he could deny your cute little pleading.

Before you even had a chance to plead your case further, Suguru pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle his hips, saying your face met his. The violet eyes shimmered with bloodlust as you wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He moved some of your hair back, giving him full access to your neck. His caress was gentle and sweet, and his eyes looked up, meeting yours. it was

It wasn’t like you were looking into the eyes of a predator; there was much more to it than that. This was a deeper, more profound step into your relationship. It was like a bond of trust was being made—one that screamed at you. You trusted him, and he trusted you just as much.

“It might sting a little, but I promise it’ll feel good for you just as much as it’ll feel good for me.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

Suguru started gently, pressing kisses to your collarbone, sliding up to the crook of your neck where his tongue slowly darted out, licking your pulse. That goosebumps rose over your arms as he tightened his arms, pulling closer against him. He hadn’t even bitten you yet. You were already panting in pure anticipation of what was to come.

He didn’t even hesitate before he synced his things into your neck. The stinging was fast and sudden but quickly passed as his saliva sent endorphins running through you. You shivered as a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt him slowly pulling your blood out of your neck. As he did, the sweet taste of wild berries and the only thing he could describe as the milky wave flooded his mouth. It was so lovely. Addicting. And all of it was you.

He snarled and pulled more of your blood out of your body and into his mouth. The sensation was strange at first, but it felt so good. It had you slowly rolling your hips against him as he tightened his grip on your waist. This was a new experience for both of you, something purely erotic and animalistic.

The closest thing you had done to something like this before was donating blood to a vampire bank. But you had never allowed another vampire to bite you, to feed off of you directly. Suguru never drank from another person before. Sticking strictly to blood bank bags or blood tablets he sometimes took.

This was something more, something new and different. And it was something both of you could get used to if it was with each other. Suguru never wanted another vampire to feast on you, and you never wanted Suguru to drink from any other person. This supposedly one-time deal was definitely not going to be a one-time deal. If either of you had it, you would do this every time together.

Suguru was losing himself to the list as he felt you rolling your hips faster and harder, chasing something, anything that allowed you to feel more of him!

That was when he broke the contrast, panting harshly as he swallowed down precious air. You looked dazed as you stared down at him, slightly confused as he groaned, resisting every urge to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress. Seeing him hold himself back was disappointing; you desperately wanted more of him.

“Why did you stop?” You asked, grabbing some of his hair and allowing the strands to fall through your fingers as he licked his lips.

“I-I was losing control, and I don't want to ruin anything between us.”

“You wouldn't. I think we're a bit too far gone for that, wouldn't you say?”

Suguru glanced down at his sweats. His erwcrip. Strained against the fabric, begging to be let free. While you squirmed slightly, trying to find some friction to tease your clit. The inside of your shorts were soaked, and you wanted to do nothing more than strip out and take care.

“Oooor we give ourselves three options.”

“Three options?”

“One, we can forget this,” you motioned toward the two puncture marks on your neck. “Never happened.” he groaned, wrapping his arm around you tighter, fangs grazing over your still-bleeding wound. “Two, we can lay in bed watching these classic horror movies.” This time, he shrugged slightly, seeming okay with that.

“As long as you let me taste your blood a little more, I’m okay with that.” His tongue sent shivers down your spine. “You taste so good~ like the sweetest wine mixed with starlight.”

Fuuuck, it wasn’t fair when he talked like that! It was now or never that you needed to get yourself out of your friend zone, or you would be stuck there as a permanent resident. “Or,” you pushed yourself back against his crotch, finding his throbbing cock poking you in the ass, “You can stop sucking my blood long enough to fuck me.”

Suguru’s head snapped up, no longer dazed by your sweet blood, “You want me to fuck you?” You weren’t sure how he was going to react at first. There had been a lot of teasing and flirting tonight (Along with blood drinking) but asking your best friend to fuck you was a completely different story. But with much relief, he smirked against your neck, pressing a kiss against your broken skin, “Are you sure about that? Do you want me to use you as my blood bag while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Ooh fuck me,” you whined, rocking your hips down. “Yes, yeah, I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long!”

“Fucking finally!” he growled, sinking his things into your skin, drinking more blood as he grabbed both sides of your hips, making your rock hard against him.

“Suguru,” you cried out, grinding down on his crotch, “you’re so fucking hot.” you turned around, pushing his swear pants down, “You’re so hot and hard and fuck, I want you so goddamn bad!” He growled against your neck, kissing it as took his massive thick cock into your hand, stroking it gently.

Feeling your pretty hand wrapped around his length, Suguru pulled away from your neck. He tilted his head back, moaning your name as you stroked him a bit faster. Narrowed violet Eyes met yours as he gritted his teeth, fangs gleaming in the LED lights around your ceiling. Before he grabbed your wrist, he stopped you mid-stroke.

“Are you trying to make me cum already?”

“That’s the idea, Sugu,” he scoffed a,s he reached down, rubbing your swollen clit through your shorts, “God, Suguru,” you whispered, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

“Yes, Princess?” he pulled you flush against his chest, rocking your faster against his cock.

You weren't sure your dizziness was caused by the blood he had taken from you or by how horny you were. But you managed to push past that initial as you pressed the palms of your hands against his bare chest, as his words from earlier flooded your mind. “You said you were feeling weak, so let me take care of you.” You Whispered in a sultry voice as you pulled your shorts down, hovering over his cock, “So sit back and relax.”

You grabbed him by the base of his cock; please define it as lubricated by the amount of pre-cum he was leaking. Your best friend watched as you slowly lowered yourself on him, moaning at the sensation of him stretching and filling you. As soon as he was ultimately inside of you, he growled once you began rocking your hips.

You’re so wet and aroused by the situation, And you look so good, rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down on him. Suguru couldn’t help but moan as he grabbed your hips, rocking you a bit faster as he focused solely on you with the nearly glowing violet eyes. Your wanton moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure were slipping out of your mouth as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot.

“Suguru,” You cried out, gasping as his fangs sunk into the other side of your neck. You shuttered, listening to him greedily gulp as you felt him drawing your blood into his mouth. he didn’t mind allowing him to drink as much as he wanted before you were grabbing his hands, resting them against your breasts, “Here, touch me here!” You begged as a deep gut groan sounded from in his side, his chest as his large hands groped and massaged your breasts, thumbs brushing against your nipples as you found yourself bouncing faster, “Just like that, oh God, baby.”

As much fun as he was having to watch you lose yourself in the pleasure, Suguru decided he wouldn’t let you have all the fun. He began thrusting up in time with your bounces, slamming harder into your g-spot as his hands continued to grope at your breasts.

Somehow, he managed to detach his lips from your neck. Crimson slowly seeped out the corner of his mouth, staining his lip before his tongue darted, laughing it up. “Princess, fuck yeah, you’re so wet.” the bloodlust was finally getting to him. The warmth and taste of you coated his tongue as he sat up, wrapping one of his toned muscular arms around your waist while the other abandoned your breasts to tangle in your hair, pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

Your tongues moved against each other as Suguru continued thrusting up into your tight, wet cunt. He was eager to make you cum, to send you over the edge as a thank you for sharing with him. But he also didn’t want this to be the only time you guys did this. He wanted to ruin you for any other man, woman, or anyone else. Geto Suguru, your best friend, wanted you and you alone. No other woman could compare to your radiant beauty, your seductive body, and his pure attraction to you.

Thoughts like that caused him to lose control as he focused his burning gaze on you. You were moaning into his mouth, rocking your hips and messy, needing thrusts. Grinding your clit against him eagerly, drawing him into your beauty as if you were a siren at sea. Suguru broke the kiss, pulling back as violet eyes focused on you as they looked you over before reattaching his lips to the wounds he had left in the wake of his drinking session. You lost yourself to pressure that slowly began building inside of you.

“O-Oh, my god!”

“Mmmphm~ mmm.”

The careful movements and slow, lazy caresses became something the Animal Planet wouldn’t even air. It was just too full of debauchery in need as you both chased your orgasms until it finally burst, sending waves of pleasure throughout every inch of your body. Suguru sank his fangs more profoundly into your neck as you dug your fingers into his silky dark hair while you screamed his name, your walls clamping down on him, sending him over the edge with you. He spurted ropes of cum inside of you, painting you're most in our walls, only stopping once the last tremors of pleasure left his body

The two of you sat there catching your breaths, “Now,” you groaned, feeling the damp sheets under your feet, the evidence of both your orgasms coating them, “ might be a good time to tell you that I really like you.” Suguru is just staring at you with those eyes you adored. “Y-You don’t have to say anything back. I think—ahh!” Before the last words could leave your mouth, Suguru flipped you over, hovering over you.

The screams from horror movies on TV mixed in with pure happiness from children walking around outside. Embarking on a journey on All Hallows Eve in search of candy, while you were laid out on your mattress, Pieces of candies were thrown about as Suguru grinned down at you, Saving the image of you like this into his memory for all time.

“I like you too.” He smirked, his cock was already hardening inside of you, “so let me show you just how much I like you.”

You didn't even get a chance to respond or make a sound as he dug his fangs into your neck, pulling more of your blood out as he slowly began thrusting in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he lovingly, caress your body while fucking into you like a madman. Tonight’s evening had been a perfect success just like you planned!

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concord-and-cliches · 2 years ago

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i think kim should also be able to roll critical failures during conversations. for cosmic balance.

[id in alt text and under the cut--sketch also under the cut!]

[Image ID: A Disco Elysium fancomic reinterpreting the events of the endgame conversation involving Harry Du Bois, Kim Kitsuragi, Jean Vicquemare, Judit Minot, and Trant Heidelstam. Harry is wearing the Amphibian Sports Visor, the Insane Mesh Tank Top, and the Party Dragon's Silk Robe. Panel One: Harry looks off to the side with a comically sad expression, and is drawn in a manner to emphasize his chest. Kim is next to Harry, looking at his chest with some level of interest. From off-panel, Jean says: "Lieutenant Kitsuragi, what is your take?" Panel Two: A repeat of the previous panel, but Kim is now looking towards Jean, and Harry looks somewhat more alert. Kim says: "On the case?" Jean replies: "On him." Panel Three: Kim closes his eyes thoughtfully. Above his head, there is text that reads: "-1 So concussed right now". Next to his head, there are two dice that have rolled snake eyes, or two ones. He says: "Well, I'll say that, despite everything, he's one of the breast detectives I've ever worked with--" Panel Four: Looking extremely frantic and frazzled, Kim says, all in separate speech bubbles, "One of the breast detect--" "One of the bust--" "He's one of the best dicktectives--" His ears have turned slightly red. Panel Five: A wide shot of the scene. Kim is on all fours, head turned towards the ground in shame. Harry, Trant, Judit, and Jean all look at him with blank expressions. /end ID]

#contra art #fanart #comic #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #kimharry #harrykim #disco elysium fanart #de fanart #also featuring jean judit and trant but barely anyway hi ily

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bruh-anator3000 · 3 months ago

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Another quick fix of Death and the Wolf. Honestly, I wrote this based on a headcannon* and wanting to tie in some more details to this story, but this could honestly be read separately.

Warning: Weed, chronic pain, cancer mentions, they were roomates? Omg they were roommates. Sexual suggests/comments but its all fluff, Wade trying his best and slightly ooc but thats how pain is, Logan's emotionally constipated, and can't get high. No pronouns used for reader. Written in an hour-ish

*h/c: as incredible as Deadpool is, sometimes the cancer really wears his body down. The best cure? Getting stoned.

Pairings: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Reader

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It's not uncommon for you to wake up before the other two. Sleeping wasn't a strong suit of yours, and the couch bed wasn't supportive. It was weird, however, when it was just you for longer than an hour. Usually Logan would've rumbled and grumbled his way through for a morning whiskey.

It would've been something you brushed off and ignored. Let them sleep in, and possibly have the apartment to yourself, but this case didn't feel right. Setting your coffee mug aside, you quietly call for Logan and Wade as you open their bedroom door.

You peek your head in, and find an unusual scene. Logan was awake, his arm wrapped around Wade while reading some book he must've found on the floor. Wade was curled into his side, eyes squeezed shut as his chest rose and fell with huffs.

"Hey," You start softly, announcing your presence. It felt weird interrupting a moment like this, seemed very intimate, but Logan didn't shoot out of bed and start cussing, so maybe it wasn't as inappropriate as you guessed. "Everything okay?"

Logan glanced over, shaking his head. He cleared his throat, planning to explain. Wade beat him to it.

"He pegged me so hard last night," Wade chuckled, wincing slightly. He sounded out of breath. And he wasn't turning around to give you vivid detail of such a night - like he would anytime he had sex.

"His pain's flaring again." Logan rolled his eyes. His hand wrapped around his shoulders gently pats his side.

"Am not." Wade quickly covers, but you've decided Logan was the truthful one a long time ago. "I'm always in pain, I eat pain for breakfast. I don't..."

He tried to roll onto his back to prove his independence. To show off that he was stronger than whatever his body was going through. The second he pulls away from Logan to demonstrate such, he's crying out with a short but loud groan.

The guttural shout made you wince. This has happened before. Wade will never admit it, but his body is his number one enemy. He thought he could laugh this off and pretend nothing was happening, but when your body is at constant war with cancer, you're going to feel it. Invincible as he may be, not even a man like him could escape the chronic pain.

"I'm not in pain." Hoarsely, he whispered. Logan propped himself up by the elbow, holding his chin. Watching this argument crumble into dust.

"So... you don't want to get high?" Sweetening the honey pot, you carefully step into their room and start searching Wade's bedside table.

"I never said that." He slowly, stiffly turns to watch you.

"I guess I'll get stoned by myself." Finding the collector's Wolverine lighter he bought as a joke, you set it aside and keep looking for his stash.

Logan snorts, watching Wade pout. He gets out of bed next. His plain tank and sweatpants fit comfortably around his frame. He walks around the bed and joins your side.

"Check the bottom drawer, under the panel." The grump suggests as he scoots the covers off of Wade, revealing his unicorn printed sleepwear. You do as he says, pulling the bottom of the drawer up. A small mesh bag of maybe four joints sit there. You'll have to get him more soon.

"Up, up," Logan slides his arms under the poor man's stiff body. One supporting his back, the other beneath his knees. Lifting him out of bed like a pretty princess.

"Oh yes," Wade rests his head on his chest. Really mushing his face into Logan's pecs. "Hold me tighter, you big old man!"

"I will drop you." Logan threatens, with no real intention of doing such. The idea alone makes Wade whimper and shut up.

He must be in a lot of pain.

Grabbing the sack of joints, you follow the two. Thankfully, due to your fantastic sleepy skills, you didn't fold the couch back up. Any other day, Wade would've been frustrated and Logan probably would've yelled because he stubbed his toe on the damn thing. But today, it was perfect.

You help Logan situate Wade, placing all your pillows and then some behind him to assist him sitting up. Logan lights a joint, not without smirking at the novelty Wolverine lighter. 'Cheap gimmick,' he would mutter.

"Can we watch Gossip Girl?" Wade leans into your side, his scarred face looking redder than usual. He was really in for it, crazy inflammation.

"You can't get a woody, though." You warn, grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV. "You need to relax."

You search through the recently watched playlist, the scent of weed building. Logan takes the first hit. He always insisted he did. 100 something years in smoking, he knew how to 'start a joint properly.' As if that was a real concern to either of you.

Wade shifts over slightly, turning his head to Logan. Smiling while Logan sighs, shaking his head before doing Wade's favorite party trick. Taking in a lungful and a half, he blows it all out through his nose, smoke curling up and wisping at his side burns.

It made him look like a feral beast. Breathing so hot, he was huffing out smoke. Like a sexy dragon. Wade loved it. Logan only did it because Wade loved it.

"You sexy minx," He puckers his lips, waiting for his hit. "My turn!" Logan chuckles and holds the end of the blunt to Wade's lips for him. Encouraging him with a soft 'there you go,' as Wade filled his lungs as much as he could. He wanted to be so stoned, he forgot what the word 'pain' even looked like.

Finally, it's passed to you. Plucking it from Wade's lips, you take a small hit. You weren't trying to speed run the high. The apartment quickly filled up with smoke and the scent of marijuana. It didn't stop until Wade was red eyed and pretty much passed out on your shoulder. You were out a long time ago, anyways.

Logan was the only sober one left. Unfortunate. He wanted to get stoned, but his system would need at least 200 edibles for him to feel something. He kept his arm around Wade, his hand on your shoulder.

Sighing with a hint of relief. He had been worried all morning. It wasn't normal to wake up to a silent Wade Wilson. Wasn't normal to see him crying first thing in the morning. He was in pain, and Logan didn't know how to fix it. And that killed him.

He hated when either of you were hurting, emotionally or physically. He couldn't help. He could bandage any wound but he wouldn't be any calmer. There were several days where he wished to just share a part of his healing factor with you. Days like these, he wanted to somehow absorb Wade's pain. He could handle it. Nearly 200 years of living, he would put up with the pain because he thought he actually deserved it.

Wade may be a talking dick, but he didn't deserve this. He was a kid. You both were kids to Logan. Everyone was to Logan. Young, dumb, broke,

"High school kids," Wade mutters a tune, finishing Logan's thoughts somehow. Execpt he knew you two were older than college students. The high school bit seemed out of place.

"Go back to sleep, Wade." Logan rumbles, deep in his chest. Pulling him closer, and taking you with him. Gossip Girl played quietly, but he didn't care.

He had you and Wade piled onto his side. That's all he needed.

#bruh writes #wolverine x reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader #logan howlett x reader #deadpool and Wolverine #deadpool fic #wolverine fic #logan x wade x reader

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bun-z-bakery · 3 months ago

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✧. ┊𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝘵 𝘚ℎ𝘰𝑤𝑒𝑟

A/N: I'm backkkk!! I've been reading alien fics lately and wanted to make something with our best boi! it's a silly one-shot but my love for alien!dogday might make me write another:3 P.S. i did some research for this so dont come for me if something is wrong blame google!

Alien!Dogday x GN!Reader CW: injury

The rapid beeping of the ship forced you out of your sleep. The red lights flickered as a warning causing you to head to the control panel to assess the situation quickly. "WOAH!" The ship began to shake violently as you bashed away at the controls, a vain attempt to put your ship back onto course. Crackling can be heard coming from your transmitter "...Co...Ang..." The signal was weakening and you needed to work quickly. "HELLO? I NEED AID IMMEDIATELY!"

You cried as you began to mentally prepare for the worst as you suited up and strapped yourself into a seat.

Your body began to jerk harshly against the restraints of the safety harness. You could feel the air around you getting hotter and hotter as your eyes locked onto the windows turning into a tinted orange as the flames grew from the nose of your ship to the sides... Between those flames, you just barely caught a glimpse of the tiny planet you call home. The distance made you realize how far you were, and alone. Metal began to wail against itself as you felt your last breath leave your body.

Your eyes flutter open and the flash of a dim flickering light fills your vision before your eyes can adjust. You blink, disoriented and with ringing ears. You're alive by some miracle. Slowly you try to rise to your feet though before you can move a sharp pain violently runs through your leg, making you fall back onto the ground. You wince in pain as you look around "Wait there's... gravity?" Quickly you begin piecing everything together. You never made it to your destination you were now sitting in a completely different orbit.

You remove the now broken harness strap that clung onto your shoulder. The small crack in your helmet almost sent you into a panic. Your breathing was fine however any more damage could lead to bigger problems than being injured in space.

"Mission control... Do you read me?" Your throat croaked. You were desperately in need of water and aid. You were stranded on a planet

with no equipment that could keep you alive and you only had your oxygen tank left to spare.

Your headset crackled and the voice was once again barely audible. "An... Stat... Aid..."

"I'm alive, but I only hav-" The area dimmed as a giant shadow loomed over you.

You ignored the static voice coming from your transmitter. There was nothing you could use to defend yourself. Tears formed in your eyes as you sat as still as humanly possible.

Something was whistling behind you.

You try to stabilize your breathing as the shadow begins to slowly disappear. You take a sigh in relief yet you still weren't alone. Turning to your left you find yourself face to face with a furry creature. It seems like its stare was out of curiosity rather than fear. The creature was one like you've never seen before.

It was canine-looking, with orange fur and what looked to be a sun symbol on the darker part of its fur that blended with the lighter parts. Its fluffy ears and tail looked soft, you were almost tempted to reach out to feel them. But what stood out to you the most was its antenna. Orange like its fur but had green at the tips, the same green spots and stripes were also had on its tail and ears.

It seemed friendly enough, it hasn't tried to hurt you... Yet. "H-hello?" you wave at the creature as it begins to inspect you from where it stands. It chirps as it crouches down and holds your helmet in its hands.

"No no!" you protest as it reaches your helmet. Your injuries prevented you from putting up a fight, you watch as it continues to gently pry off your helmet. You could only watch in fear as you slowly begin to suffocate now from the lack of oxygen. Your body begins to feel like it could explode as your vision blurs. Two furry hands gently hold onto the sides of your face as the blurred sight of an orange blob swiftly pulls your face into its own.

"What.." you look around in confusion. There the creature was, sitting in front of you cross-legged and smiling back at you. "You startled me there! I thought I had lost you!"

"You- I can understand you. Wait." you look around and spot your cracked helmet off to the side. You begin to panic yet continue to breathe just fine.

"You're safe! But you're hurt."

It puts a furry hand on your head to help calm you. Confused and on the brink of losing your mind you decide to not struggle for fear of making it or him angry.

You could hear the faint crackle coming from your helmet, you knew what the sound meant. "It sounds worried about you." He begins as he rises to his feet. "Your home... is broken." He looks down at the debris that surrounds you both.

"My hom-HEY!" You were cut off as the furry creature gently picked you up and began to float.

"PUT ME DOWN!" You shout as he continues to float away while holding you comfortably in his arms.

"Do you wish to float yourself?"

He asks cautiously now sensing your fear. His ears fall flat as his antenna droop slightly.

"N-no, humans can’t float..."

This must be his first encounter with a human. You think to yourself as you ponder what this discovery could mean for you. You'd have a hand in it, sure. But what about him? What would happen to him if you brought him back to earth with your crew?

"Good thing we've arrived then!" He cheers happily as he gracefully and gently sits you both on the rough ground, releasing you from his gentle hold. His orange hand points to the sky, you follow his hand and gaze at the sight in awe. Dozens of stars dance around the sky above you. They remind you of the star showers back home as they zoomed past you two and twinkled, you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Beautiful right?"

"They are," you respond, still in awe as you continue watching. "Do you have a name?" You cautiously ask.

"I was given the name Dogday." A small cloud of dust begins to form as his tail slowly starts to wag in excitement.

"Do you have a name, little human?" you glance up at him, his antennae begin to give off a faint green glow.

"My friends call me Angel."

"Angel..."

He parrots back in a tone as sweet as honey. You smile at him and he

does the same. Oddly enough you start feeling more at ease. "Do you know where we are right now?" You ask as you relax onto his furry arm. Your gentle movements made his tail wag even faster. "We're sitting on the star home with petals!"

He answers happily. You tilt your head slightly in confusion but quickly realize what he meant.

"Petals?..." you were confused with what he had meant. You look around in an attempt to see what he might be referring to, and an excited gasp leaves your lips upon the realization of where you two are currently seated. "We're on Saturn!"

You exclaim, catching the poor creature off guard. He lets our happy chirp as he mirrors your expression.

"Humans give names to the star homes?"

You nod with a hum. Dogday was more than pleased with the conversation and your company. You begin to play with the ground, tracing the ground's rough textures next to your legs. He chirps happily once again upon seeing how relaxed you are now.

"We do. On my star home, all of them have names!"

"Your star home?..."

Dogday looks at you with big puppy eyes. He felt a tug in his chest once he realized you wouldn't be here with him forever. After years of being alone. He felt something he never thought he'd feel again Happiness.

As if on cue, you heard the faint crackle coming from your helmet that lay in the distance. You turn your attention to it however you notice something in the distance. A bright ball of flames sped towards the location where you crashed. It was a rescue crew.

"I need to get my helmet back and I need you to hide!" You quickly explain as you try to stand only to wince in pain once you move your leg. Your leg was still injured and you didn't want to risk Dogday being taken or worse...

"Dogday!" You exclaim as he quickly scoops you in his arms and floats you both back to where the debris lies untouched. He gently set you down and helped you put your helmet back on. You fiddled with your gloves, making sure they were still on securely. "Angel!" You glance in the direction of his voice, unaware he left your side. Your eyes widen once you notice he is much bigger than before, his body still shrinking to the size you had seen him originally as he quickly float-walked closer to where you sat.

"Dogday?"

"Take!" He has a big grin on his face, and the green hue of his antennae grows brighter. You chuckle as you hold out your arm and he slips on a golden bangle that looks oddly familiar. You examine it once he lets out a satisfied hum.

"From this star home!" that's when it clicked, it was one of Saturn's "petals" as he refers to them. It radiated a soft glow and had a pleasant chill. Now one of Saturn's rings somehow rests comfortably on your wrist.

"Stay..." His eyes began to tear up, you motion for him to lean down and gently place a gloved hand on his face.

"I have to go. Thank you for this." You stated softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. A sad smile crept up on his face as he tapped your helmet. You close your eyes as a soothing sensation washes over your body.

Once you opened them Dogday was gone.

You look around for him but instead, you spot a figure above you. It was them, they had arrived. The rescue crewmates began to help you back to their ship. They made sure you were in stable condition and treated you with what they had on board. No human could've survived what you just did yet here you were alive. You look out the small window, watching Saturn become smaller and smaller at a rapid pace.

The sound of chatter began to drown out as you slowly began to succumb to tiredness. The adrenaline wore you out and the only thing that filled your body now was pain. An orange fuzzy face that startled you as it stared at you. It was Dogday! You wave at him and flash him a warm smile. His face was covered in tears and his lips quivered as he waved at you sadly. He pushes himself away and watches as you fly back to your home planet. Even though your time together was short you can help but feel a tug in your chest.

Little did you know you had just been courted by the lonely dog-alien.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! I want to get back to being active again so send in those requests! here's all the characters i write for currently!

#Dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #sunnyangel #dogday #poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #Smiling critters dogday #dogday poppy playtime #alien x reader #alien x human #bun z writes

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thechekhov · 10 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH.25

I think Laios would be equally thrilled by both options, personally.

worrying is a free action, Marcille. Dash!

Chillchuck didn't even want to be here, and yet he's going through it with the rest of them. Poor guy.

I do love the small accent this translator gives Senshi. All Dwarves are Scottish trope lives on.

Ouch.

The fact that Laios falls OUT of frame in the panels up there is just. Fucking great. I love how well these are stacked, how much it portrays the suddenness of the motions despite it all happening over an entire page.

Ch....chillchuk.....

You DO care!

The balls on his halfling are giant sized.

the little scallop in there is hanging on FOR ITS LIFE it did NOT sign up for this bullshit! I absolutely cannot blame it.

oh fuck oh shit nooooo!!!! D:

do not. Do. Not.

Oh, I thought he was gonna let himself be eaten. This is MUCH worse!

A little something in mind?! A little something?!?!?!

On one hand, it's really do this or perish with your friends. Or run, like cowards. But on the other hand.... can't you just lure it away with noise? Get your friends up? Something????

These two really are so sweet. Marcille is doing her damn best, going with whatever plans anyone cooks up. You gotta feel for her, she's physically useless aside from the magic...

Can't fucking believe that worked. I would have thought he'd just go careening off onto some roof.

Yeah, that was also bound to happen. Good thing he's an hp tank....

Oh I see. That WAS the plan all along. Wonderful. Marvelous.

OW. BRO.

HOLY FUGG

the fact that he didn't crack his neck in half on his way down is a testament to how lucky this son of a bitch is.

Adrenaline is a hell of a drug

you do that, buddy.......you....do that.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi liveblog #dungeon meshi quick reacts #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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queenpiranhadon · 4 months ago

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A/N: I’ll leave the sentimental stuff for the end <3 Here’s the masterlist!!!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus, Cattus and Cat, war, reader gets hurt and hits her head a lot, hints of misogyny, betrayals, Kirishima’s just the best, character death, gore and blood, bad war descriptions lol what do you expect from me, reader is AFAB , ANGST, PTSD, mentions of burns, kabedon, you kiss him, a sweet moment between Katsuki and reader :), happy ending

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ: The Lake

You can’t breathe.

Denki’s blood stains the stone beneath him. Ejiro runs to his side, but all you can do is stand there in shock.

How could you be so reckless?!

“Kirishima, protect him!” you roar, the red head flinching at the sound of his surname. He's not used to seeing you like this, but nods firmly, making a makeshift bandage in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

You can’t risk looking back. You needed to continue to take down the two men in an instant before running off, determined to take down as many as you could.

BOOM!

A large explosion knocks you off balance, the same follows for everyone in your sight, watching in horror as 5 large machines demolish the rest of the capital gates.

Tanks.

Shit.

The Inimican flag is held proudly, attached to the first tank in the center. You want to rip it off.

Soldiers from both sides scramble away from them to ensure they wouldn’t be crushed by the monstrous hunks of metal that were destroying your home.

You take in a shaky deep breath, trying to block out the destruction all around you.

You needed to think.

Inimicus, you knew, had a very different culture when it came to combat. While their highest ranking military official was on the battlefield, they wouldn’t actively be engaging in combat - instead opting to remain somewhere safe where they could call the shots.

You needed to find which of the armored tanks housed said person. If you could at least take them down, the rest would follow suit.

You bolt in the opposite direction as your comrades, straight towards the tanks, frantically searching for the one thing that would bring your plan to fruition.

You run - so fast you could fly - and yet, it was still not enough, because your friend was bleeding out and about to die.

Finally, you find it.

A gargantuan tank, the color of coal, with silver letters emblazoned on its side.

The Palanquin.

That’s where the leader would be.

And so, that’s where you needed to go.

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It wasn’t easy trying to sneak into a giant tank, to say the least.

Especially while it was moving.

You sigh, deciding there was no point in contemplating how to discreetly enter and instead work things one step at a time.

First, you need to get close.

Sprinting directly in the direction of The Palanquin, you hear Kirishima’s screams begging you to come back.

You don't listen.

You run until you feel like the air has been sucked out of your lungs, close enough now that your fingertips can graze the roaring metal if you stick your hand out.

Examining the structure, you see a ledge on the tank that's inverted, a decently sized area for you to jump on to.

You lower your torso, still sprinting before launching yourself from the balls of your feet, landing on the ledge, but banging your head against the metal walls of The Palanquin in the process.

“Ah- gods dammit! Fucking hell…” you grumble, now battling the severe ache in your head that started to form.

Eyes latching onto a panel at the bottom of the platform you stood on, you got to thinking. You could pry it open, maybe slip in quietly. Stomping experimentally, you hear a hollow thud, meaning you’d have an area to slip into. You just distant humming - ventilation? That would be perfect. Through the vents you could discreetly go around The Palanquin without anyone noticing; it was unusual however, considering most tanks didn’t have a vent in the first place. But considering The Palanquin was a defensive tank, it made sense.

Brandishing your sword, you accidentally disrupt your balance, wobbling before regaining your stance, lodging your sword into the side of the panel to use it like a lever.

Once it’s far down enough, you push down, using the force to pop open the panel.

Creeaaaak.

The panel pops open, and for a moment, you feel triumphant.

But then your sword’s blade snaps in half.

Fuck.

You groan internally, knowing that it was most definitely a suicide mission to go and fight the Inimican military head without your weapon, but you had no choice. At least you still had your dagger and stars.

There was no going back.

You sigh, heart heavy as you throw it off the side of The Palanquin before slipping into the crawlspace the panel had created.

It was dark, but a few vent covers provided a dim light source along the bottom of the ventilation tubes.

Suddenly you hear voices, fear freezing you in place, even though you knew they couldn’t hear you.

“They’re all running- buncha cowards if you ask me.”

“Come now, they’re only human. It’s remarkable how they have such survival instincts.”

You shudder silently at the latter’s tone of voice. They spoke about the human race as if they were pets, something subliminal.

It was disgusting.

Pushing away your irritation and sudden urge to defend the human race, you silent keep crawling, until you spot an empty room through one of the vent covers.

Luckily, you didn’t have to pry this one open, the cover popping open immediately one you hooked your fingers underneath the metal.

You slip into the space, dropping down and barely managing to land on your feet, only to lose your balance as the entire tank shudders, mentally sobbing as you realize you were going to hit your head for the second time today, only to be yanked upwards at the last minute and coming face to face with those angered vermillion eyes that had been plaguing you constantly.

Bakugou?!

Your eyes widen, emotions all flooding in at once. You wanted to slap him, but also run away and cry in a corner, or just disappear entirely, too embarrassed for any type of confrontation. And there was one more - you hated yourself for it though. You felt…giddy?

Bakugou however, had no such emotions, eyes taking in his surroundings and listening intently for anyone approaching before returning his sharp gaze back to you.

“What the fuck do ya think yer doin’?!” he whispers harshly, and you will yourself not to flinch or get flustered by his proximity.

“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?! Were you working for the damn Inimicans this whole time?!” you ask incredulously, shoving the man off of you.

Bakugou looks like he wants to throttle you at the mere implication that he was disloyal, but he seethes in silence, turning away and fisting his blonde locks in irritation.

“Ya bein' here ruins everythin', Shit. How am I supposed to find the main room with ya taggin' along?!” he groans and you feel a spark of anger flare up inside you.

“Captain - I’ve proven myself time and time again that I’m a competent warrior- you said before that I wasn’t ready, that I haven’t seen people die, but I’ve tortured, killed, and almost died twice for my country- is that not enough?! Before I was inexperienced, and that’s fine- but to judge me and hate me now just because I’m a girl-”

“Ya think I’m pissed off because yer a fuckin' girl?! I don’t fucking care about that shit. Hell - my own Ma is probably better at fighting then half of our army. No, I’m fucking pissed because ya lied. Make a fool outta me and then ya go and get yerself fucking stabbed to save me,” he snaps - you feel your throat dry.

He- what?

The captain rolls his eyes, scoffing and making his way to the door of the room, listening intently before straightening up.

“Are ya comin' or what?” he grumbles, seeming oddly subdued in a way, but you decide to overlook it as you clear your throat, nodding briefly, following him and slipping into the hallway.

You could feel your heartbeat as you slowly make your way down the compact hall, gripping onto your dagger like your life depended on it.

Technically, it did.

Then, you hear voices down the hall again.

Shit!

Your body freezes up, unsure of what to do, but Bakugou’s arm encircles around your waist and tugs you harshly, slipping into a small, stuffy room that held a box attached to multitudes of wires, along with some levers and switches.

And either due to the small space or abundance of machinery, it was really hot.

Especially since the only way you both could fit in there was with your face smothered into Bakugou’s firm chest.

The gods really didn’t let you off easy, did they?

You feel hot and your heartbeat was pounding wildly. What do you do, just stand there?!

You can’t see Bakugou’s face in the darkness, trying to interpret what he’s thinking, until more voices resurface - a recognizable one.

You freeze, as panic sets in, realizing who was speaking.

“Ugh, that stupid bitch cut through my shoulder, I can barely move it,” the man grumbles, his low voice haunting. “Can’t believe I wasted so much on her.”

Dabi.

You tense up, fear clouding every corner of your mind as your concentrated breaths turn short and ragged.

Shit shit shit…what if he finds you?!

You grip your abdomen, almost wanting to throw up, phantom pain searing in your mind as you remember the sickening scent of melting flesh.

You would’ve been lost to the mental onslaught had it not been for Bakugou. His large, callused hand coming up to gently press your head against him, a sign of protection when he sensed your distraught nature, grounding you back to reality.

“The boss is gonna be disappointed if he finds out a stupid girl is what takes you down,” another voice says - it’s the amber eyed man.

“Tch. Fuck off Sako. I’m still your leader,” Dabi snaps, and you just hear Sako’s chuckles as the two walk away.

You and Bakugou relax for a moment, only to both freeze up when you hear Dabi’s voice again.

“Ugh, the lights are flickering again. Should we check the fuse box while we’re here?” Dabi asks, and your heart pounds.

The fuse box…was that the box that you saw earlier?! In the same room you were now!?

Your mind runs on autopilot as you start to hyperventilate slightly, Bakugou’s arms tightening around you as the footsteps get closer again.

Shit!

You grip your dagger tightly, fear pounding through your veins. Fighting Dabi last time was bad enough… Bakugou doesn’t even know what the man’s capable of.

Could you protect the both of you? You knew it was a stupid idea the moment in crossed your mind, one encounter with Dabi was devastating enough. What would you do now?

Suddenly, the amber-eyed man - Sako - speaks up, and everything in your mind goes silent.

“C’mon Lieutenant. We probably shouldn’t keep the boss waiting, we’re almost to the palace,” Sako says, and sighs. “Plus, the stupid lights will probably fix themselves. The Palanquin’s been through worse.”

You can practically envision the snowy haired man rolling his eyes, exhaling a sigh of his own and following Atsuhiro out of the hall.

You and Bakugou breathe out in relief, looking at each other in the dim light and make a silent agreement to not talk about the position the two of you were in, opening the door and checking the hallway to make sure the coast was clear.

It was empty, and yet, you still felt uneasy, bringing your index and thumb together.

“Why the fuck do ya keep doing that weird finger shit for, eh?” he mutters.

You pointedly decide to ignore him and instead looking in the direction you hear Dabi and Sako went down, nudging the blonde and motioning down the hallway.

“They said they were going to see their boss. So whoever we’re looking for must be in that direction too,” You murmur and Bakugou grunts in assent, surprising you to see him so complacent.

You try to breathe, but your fear still lays shrouded over you like icicles stabbing into your skin.

Dabi, Sako, Shuichi, the strange blonde, hell, maybe even Aoyama, alongside one of the greatest military minds in the world?

Could you and Bakugou really take on all of them, at once?

You swallow thickly, pressing the nail on your index finger so hard into the flesh of your thumb it might’ve drawn blood.

You steel yourself, mentally scolding yourself for thinking in such a manner. The battlefield was the last place where one should be wrecked by cowardice.

No.

You had to do this.

You were a warrior.

The narrow hallway eventually ends at a thick metal door, with no latch or lock, just a simple doorknob.

You lock eyes with Bakugou, silently adjusting your dagger in your hand and watch as he subtly nods his head, and with that, you open the door.

***

What.

The.

Fuck.

There, in the middle of an ornate room was an elaborate chair, and on it sat a man with no eyes, no nose, and no hair at all. All that was on his face was a sickening smile that grew wider upon noticing you. Around him were the men that infiltrated your village, along with a man with sky blue hair and a girl your age with an almost delirious smile on her face.

You stand still, eyes wide. Something was wrong, you were making a mistake.

“Ba-” you try to force out, sending a warning to your captain, but he doesn’t listen, lunging for the deformed man, only for the latter to hold out his hand. Bakugou’s form stops mere millimeters in front of the Inimican leader.

He was a matter manipulator - a Shigaraki.

Fuck.

And yet, you can’t bring your damn body to move, despite not being under control by the man before you.

He smiled, a grin stretched far too tight across his face - directed at you, and that’s when you realized he knew you’d be here.

“So, this is your little poppy, eh Touya?” the man chuckles, his voice deep and disgustingly soothing, like poison laced in honey.

Dabi flinches and you can’t help but feel intrigued. Was Dabi not his real name? You notice his jaw clench and he looks away.

The eyeless man sighs, returning his focus to you.

“Now Y/N, you - unlike this young man over here - knew better to stay put. And from what I hear, you’re quite the fighter too,” he says, and it disgusts you how warm and fatherly he sounded.

“How curious indeed, someone who's not only withstood countless fatal injuries, but a woman in the military, too. How ever did you manage to pull that off?” the man asks, sounding genuinely curious, like a child wondering how the world worked, treating you like something small and insignificant had managed something of note.

It was patronizing.

You stayed silent though, glaring at him, only faltering once you saw Bakugou’s still figure. Normally, you wouldn't have cared less, given the pain he put you through and how he treated you like nothing, but something told you he didn’t suffer from as big of an ego and superiority complex as you thought.

You sigh, cursing yourself and the blond man for breaking down your walls so easily.

“Let him go,” you mutter, deciding to direct your fury into the area where the man’s eyes would be.

He only smiles again, and sets his arm down to lay on the armrest of his chair.

Bakugou falls immediately, but regains his footing, letting out a loud roar and charging only for the man to hold up his hand in warning - not physically doing anything, but the threat was clear.

“Who…who are you…?” you ask warily, and all the eyes in the room turn to you.

“Call me…” he paused for a minute, before looking back at you with that eyeless stare.

“All for One.”

***

“Awww! Her reaction is so cute! Can I keep her?” the girl asks excitedly and All for One waves at her dismissively.

“Now, Himiko, where’s the fun in that? I’m curious as to what she’ll do personally,” he says, an unsettling eyeless gaze drilling holes into your soul. “Of course, I’m sure she’ll want to fight alongside her partner here - I suggest all of you leave the room.”

The people around All for One all clamor in protest, but they begrudgingly leave, save for one.

“Wait,” he calls out, his voice booming in the room. “Kurogiri, you stay.”

The man with the sky blue hair stops, silently turning around and returning to All for One’s side. The latter motions to you, but addresses the one next to him.

“Does she look familiar?” he asks, and you feel Kurogiri’s piercing gaze, along with Bakugou’s confused and suspicious one.

You only clench your dagger tighter, glaring at All for One and Kurogiri, deciding to speak up.

“I’ve never seen him in my life, so why don't you all ju-”

“She’s Aizawa’s daughter,” Kurogiri states blankly, and you still. “Isn’t she?”

Wh-who was this man? You flinch, feeling your heart hammer in your chest.

As if reading your mind, All For One smiles, warm but condescending nonetheless.

“Y/N, this is Oboro Shirakumo.” he says, and your heart drops. “He’s also going to be the one to fight you.”

***

He's…what?! Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?!

You couldn’t. Killing the man whose ‘death’ wrecked your father for years… to fight him…would make you a monster.

Sensing your absolute horror, Bakugou speaks up.

“And why the fuck are we fightin' him? We should be fighting yer ass if anythin'.” Bakugou snaps.

All for One only chuckles. “Now, if you were to fight me, that wouldn’t be as fun, would it? Plus, it’d only be an easy victory for me. Instead you’ll fight him. If you win, I’ll surrender my troops and we return back to Inimicus. And if you don’t…well, you know what happens, poppy.”

You swallow thickly, experiencing unwanted deja vu. Dabi- Touya had made an almost identical offer to you., but you couldn’t back down now, it was too late.

You want to crawl out of your own skin, hide in an endless void, curl up into a ball and live the rest of your life without all the death and destruction around you, but you were so very painfully limited.

“Fine.”

He smiles wickedly, all the more confirmation that your fate was sealed.

***

“Now, one on two isn’t fair is it… how about I even out the playing field?” he asks, and even though the phrases it like a question, you knew you had no choice in the matter. You were just a fascinating puppet to him.

But that wasn’t the chilling part. It was who stepped into the room as soon as All for One spoke.

It was Genken.

***

All for One left as if he wasn’t there in the first place, the world around him warping until he wasn’t in the room, all in the matter of seconds.

Leaving only you, Oboro, Genken, and Bakugou.

Unsheathing his sword, Oboro looks at you impassively as if urging you to start.

But you don’t - frozen in shock for the fifth time that day (you weren’t sure, you’d lost count), instead, Bakugou does, lunging at the former officer with such intensity you see why they call him the War Dragon. Vermillion eyes narrowed in concentration as he takes on Genken furiously.

“I- FUCKIN' TRUSTED YA- PIECE OF SHIT!” He roars, rage overcoming his handsome features as he keeps slashing at the man you thought you could trust- only for the latter for dodge and parry with such expertise that you realize were traditional Belloran swordsman techniques.

The thought fills you with rage - he didn’t have the right.

***

“So, daughter of Aizawa. Let’s see if you live up to your name,” Oboro says, handing you a sword that you take numbly.

Fighting back the tears that threaten to spill, you finally snap back to reality, swallowing as your father’s best friend stands in front of you with no emotion in his eyes. He was nothing like the man you had heard about from Hizashi - warm, funny, energetic, and most of all, kind.

You swallow down the bile that threatens to rise in your throat. This wasn’t Oboro, this was Kurogiri. He’s not the man he was before.

You steady yourself, gripping your dagger tightly.

“Bring it on.”

Both of you run at each with incredible speed, minds operating the same way, anticipating moves before they were made, and zeroing in on possible openings. In a way, it was like you were fighting yourself.

Staring intently into his blue eyes, it almost hurts how painfully empty they are, how they were soulless, empty, devoid of any emotion.

Your brief moment of hesitation was your downfall.

Kurogiri hooks his foot behind yours, forcing you to fall on your back and effectively knocking the breath out of you.

Shit.

You close your eyes, holding your breath as the cold sting of metal finds its way underneath your chin.

Were you finally going to die?

Tears finally spill from your eyelids, wishing you could’ve seen your family one last time.

“You…,” he breathes, blue eyes drilling into you. “Are so much like your father.”

That catches you off guard. But what shocks you even more is when his hardened gaze softens the smallest bit when he finally takes you in. And then the tears start to fall.

“Shit…,” he curses under his breath and when he looks at you in your eyes, they’re full of pain, pleading almost.

“Kill me," he whispers. Your heart drops - he was asking you to end his life.

No, no, maybe you could do something maybe-

Suddenly, Oboro’s eyes widen as his fingers trail down to his side, his hand covered in sticky blood.

Wait- but you didn't-!

Then his eyes close, and he rolls off of you, collapsing onto the floor, a wry smile forming on his lips.

“Tell…tell Shota I say hi,” he whispers weakly, one last tear slipping down his face before his chest stops heavy, his breaths slowing down until there were none left.

He was dead.

“No no no, shit! Oboro, please, you can’t die like this, my dad, he-” you choke out, scrambling to his side, wincing as your own injuries prevent you from moving as quickly as you’d like.

“Weak,” you hear, turning around, and remembering he was there, too.

Genken.

Bakugou’s bleeding severely, and he looks like he’s about to pass out. Genken, however, looked completely unscathed, and the sight was unnerving.

“Why..?” you croak out, throat dry from the tension and tears. “My dad…how could you-”

Genken barks out a humorless laugh, his once comforting and kind eyes now spiteful.

“Shota?! Do you seriously think I’d care about him? What he’s been through is nothing compared to what I’ve had to endure.”

You want to throttle him, anger bubbling up inside of you, but you had to stay calm. Bakugou was in a terrible condition, and so were you. You suspected Genken was more than he was letting on.

"Your wife- your son, Daki-!" you choke out.

“My wife died 10 years ago giving birth to my son. The doctors gave my son cheap treatment and he died of illness the next day. Your father-” Genken stops momentarily, and you see the tears forming in his eyes. “Doesn’t fucking know what I’ve had to go through.”

You stare at him, conflicted. Swallowing thickly, you look at him in his eyes.

“You are not a mourning father,” you snap, voice shaking as you feel your own rush of emotions. “You are a monster.”

Your legs move on their own, after staying frozen for so long, finally knowing what to do.

Genken brandishes his sword, expecting you to fight with your blade but you instead swing your upper arm across your body, pushing his neck down while using your foot to kick the back of his kneecaps, pushing him to the floor just as his sword slices at your side.

You cry out in pain, but hold him firmly, just as Bakugou roars with a final burst of energy, plunging his sword into the crazed man’s heart.

It was over.

Except, tonight, the gods decided to be cruel to you.

The split second after Genken was defeated, your body erupted in pain- as if white hot fire was searing your skin, and you release a soundless scream in agony, your heartbeat rapid and your breathing ragged.

Shit shit shit shit.

The liquid in the vial’s effects had worn out.

Shit.

All you remember is Bakugou’s faint voice, yelling your name.

***

Your head feels like cotton. Again. Third time’s a charm, right? You snort mentally at your own joke.

Your body feels numb, and you feel the pulse of your heartbeat in your temples.

“Ugh…,” you groan, sleepily blinking open your eyes. There, standing at your side, was everyone - Eri, Hitoshi, your father, Kirishima, Denki, Hanta, Chiyo, Izuku and his mother, Ochako, even Toshinori.

But the one person that you noticed first was Bakugou, sitting in a chair next to your bed and eye bags underneath his vermillion irises. He wore a number of bandages, just like you did, and looked just as drained, and yet, he was here.

With you.

You shoved down the butterflies that fluttered in your chest and instead sent a tired grin to your family and friends.

It was finally over.

· · ─────── · ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ · ─────── · ·

The parades in Bellorant were non-stop, night and day, throughout the capital.

Bakugou would be spotlighted during the occasion, and though he wasn’t happy about it, he ended up receiving all the credit considering a major issue would arise if the public knew that a female was in the ranks.

It was stupid, you knew, considering they were more upset about a woman than a literal traitor. It didn't anger you as much as it should have, though.

As long as your loved ones were safe.

You found out that you had gone into shock from the pain when the effects of the vial wore out in The Palanquin, leaving Bakugou to carry you out in his arms, threatening to kill anyone who got in his way as he rushed to his parent’s home within the capital where his father treated you.

The blonde had alerted your family, and thanks to Kirishima, all your friends had come too.

Everything felt so surreal, now that it was over. You stopped a war, after all. And it was strange, being surrounded by peaceful quiet instead of deafening bloodshed.

It didn’t stop the nightmares though.

PTSD, it was called, when someone received severe mental trauma from certain events. Symptoms varied between different people, but for you, it was through extreme paranoia and nightmares.

They’d be a part of you, no matter what, everything that had happened. It was life changing and not something you could forget, even if you wanted to.

Tonight, however, was especially bad, waking up in a cold sweat and heart pounding from a dream you don’t even remember. But you were too on edge to go back to sleep. You slip out of the house and down to a lake nearby.

It was quiet, but not silent, the soothing sounds of crickets and the small sloshes of water put your mind to ease, letting yourself close your eyes and soothed by the sounds of nature.

“Hey,” a gruff voice breaks you out of your reverie, and you look up to see those same pair of vermillion eyes that seemed to follow you everywhere now.

“M’sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You both say at the same time, catching each other off guard and you let out a small laugh, and Bakugou’s eyes soften just the smallest fraction.

“You go first,” he says, sitting down on the cool grass beside you.

“What I meant to say was…thanks. For everything. For saving me, and helping me get better. I lied to you and betrayed your trust, I undermined your authority, and you still saved my life, I just…,” you trail off becoming self conscious as you ramble. “Don’t know how to repay you.”

Bakugou clicks his teeth, looking out at the water before speaking, his voice low, but you hear it, clear as a bell.

“Ya shouldn’t be thankin me,” he admits, anxiously pulling out blades of grass underneath him. “I…was wrong. I was selfish and stupid- yer fuckin' strong I just-” he stops, trying to find the right words to say. “Didn’t know how to react.”

“It’s okay, Bakugou. I forgive you. I’m not exactly the easiest person to get along with.”

Bakugou snorts and gives you a wolfish smile. “Tch, ya don’t take shit and I respect that. M’glad yer not a fuckin' pushover or somethin', always catering to my every whim. Those people are pathetic.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That reminds me, shouldn’t you be at the parade right now?” you ask quizzically, wondering how he managed to slip away from such a big event.

He rolls his eyes. “M’not takin credit for shit I didn’t do. All I needed to do was show my face.”

You giggle slightly at that, enjoying the sentiment before laying down on the grass, reveling in its nice contrast to the warm summer air.

You sit there in silence, enjoying each other’s company and the peaceful scenery of the lake- but then Bakugou speaks up.

“Y/N,” he says, unsure of how to phrase his question.

“Hm?” you hum, turning your gaze to him.

“Ya said, back on The Palanquin, that ya had almost died twice. I know…I know ya almost died saving me, but what was the second?” he asks quietly, a huge contrast to his brash demeanor. He was subdued, just like he had been at the end of your tualia.

You stay silent for a moment, carefully picking out the right words to say.

“I…” you trail off, taking in a deep breath. Talking or even thinking about Dabi terrified you, but you knew you couldn’t keep it in forever.

And so you told Bakugou everything.

When you finish, you have tears in your eyes, and a heavy pit in your stomach.

Bakugou looks at you, eyes wide and eyebrows creased. “So that’s why All for One seemed so familiar with ya.” he murmurs and he reaches out to squeeze your shoulder in comfort.

“Y’know…when I carried ya back to my parents' house, you were talking,” he says, grimacing as if he didn’t want to acknowledge the memory, casting his gaze back out to the lake.

“W-Was I…?” you ask warily, hoping you didn’t say anything incriminating in your pain-induced delirious state.

“Ya asked me to let ya die.” he says grimly, and ya notice the muscles in his jaw clench. “I-It was pretty fuckin' terrifyin’.” He chuckles sourly, and returns his gaze to you.

“I…I know war is scary. It scars ya in ways ya never realized it could and it makes ya question yer morals, yer ideals. Ya feel like ya don’t know yerself anymore,” he says and you stare at the grass, finding it scary how much the words resonated with you.

“What ya went through, though, I don’t think even General Takami’s been through that shit,” he says, and he stops when you notices the tears in your eyes.

“Hey…shit, m’ sorry I didn’t mean t-” he starts, but he stops when he sees your watery smile.

“Thank you, Bakugou.” you say. “For being here.”

The blonde flushes, and turns to look at the lake again so that you don’t see his expression, but you notice the tips of his ears turn red.

“It’s Katsuki,” he says gruffly, almost silent, but you hear it.

“Huh?” you ask, confused.

“Call me Katsuki,” he says again, almost insistently, turning even redder.

Cute.

You lean over, and press a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you… Katsuki.”

Bakugou turns to look back at you, eyes wide but soft. He snorts and wipes away a stray tear that falls down his cheek.

“Yer too forgivin, ya know that?” he says, and you squeeze his hand, a blush of your own dusting your cheeks.

He brings up a callused hand to your jawline, turning your face slowly to him, and drawing you closer.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and for a moment you see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours tenderly, kissing you like he’ll never be able to again.

This was nice, you thought, sitting here by the lake with Katsuki.

Maybe you'd get your shot at happiness after all.

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The Best News of Last Year

1. Belgium approves four-day week and gives employees the right to ignore their bosses after work

Workers in Belgium will soon be able to choose a four-day week under a series of labour market reforms announced on Tuesday.

The reform package agreed by the country's multi-party coalition government will also give workers the right to turn off work devices and ignore work-related messages after hours without fear of reprisal.

"We have experienced two difficult years. With this agreement, we set a beacon for an economy that is more innovative, sustainable and digital. The aim is to be able to make people and businesses stronger," Belgian prime minister Alexander de Croo told a press conference announcing the reform package.

2. Spain makes it a crime for pro-lifers to harass people outside abortion clinics

Spain has criminalized the harassment or intimidation of women going for an abortion under new legislation approved on Wednesday by the Senate. The move, which involved changes to the penal code, means anti-abortion activists who try to convince women not to terminate their pregnancies could face up to a year behind bars.

3. House passes bill to federally decriminalize marijuana

The House has voted with a slim bipartisan majority to federally decriminalize marijuana. The vote was 220 to 204.

The bill, sponsored by Democratic Rep. Jerry Nadler of New York, will prevent federal agencies from denying federal workers security clearances for cannabis use, and will allow the Veterans’ Administration to recommend medical marijuana to veterans living with posttraumatic stress disorder.

The bill also expunges the record of people convicted of non-violent cannabis offenses, which House Majority Leader Steny Hoyer said, “can haunt people of color and impact the trajectory of their lives and career indefinitely.”

4. France makes birth control free for all women under 25

The scheme, which could benefit three million women, covers the pill, IUDs, contraceptive patches and other methods composed of steroid hormones.

Contraception for minors was already free in France. Several European countries, including Belgium, Germany, the Netherlands and Norway, make contraception free for teens.

5. The 1st fully hydrogen-powered passenger train service is now running in Germany. The only emissions are steam & condensed water.

Five of the trains started running in August. Another nine will be added in the coming months to replace 15 diesel trains on the regional route. Alstom says the Coradia iLint has a range of 1,000 kilometers, meaning that it can run all day on the line using a single tank of hydrogen. A hydrogen filling station has been set up on the route between Cuxhaven, Bremerhaven, Bremervörde and Buxtehude.

6. Princeton will cover all tuition costs for most families making under $100,000 a year, after getting rid of student loans

In September, the New Jersey Ivy League school announced it would be expanding its financial aid program to offer free tuition, including room and board, for most families whose annual income is under $100,000 a year. Previously, the same benefit was offered to families making under $65,000 a year. This new income limit will take effect for all undergraduates starting in the fall of 2023.

Princeton was also the first school in the US to eliminate student loans from its financial aid packages.

7. Humpback whales no longer listed as endangered after major recovery

Humpback whales will be removed from Australia's threatened-species list, after the government's independent scientific panel on threatened species deemed the mammals had made a major recovery. Humpback whales will no longer be considered an endangered or vulnerable species.

Climate change and fishing still pose threats to their long-term health.

Some other uplifting news from last year:

A Cancer Trial’s Unexpected Result: Remission in Every Patient

California 100 percent powered by renewables for first time

Israel formally bans LGBTQ conversion therapy

Tokyo Passes Law to Recognize Same-Sex Partnerships

First 100,000 KG Removed From the Great Pacific Garbage Patch

As we ring in the New Year let’s remember to focus on the good news. May this be a year of even more kindness and generosity. Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2023!

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Booba hcs! So out of tfa Optimus, Sentinel, and Elita, Optimus has the biggest rack. Like, massive booba. Truly proportional to his chassis. How does he keep it all in? He wears a binder, obviously! (Bind responsibility kids.) Sentinel is jealous because of his little mosquito bites. And Elita is sitting at a comfortable c-cup.

Although there is something else I headcanon. Optimus is underweight. That tiny waist? Not good for a semi truck. Ratchet has been begging Optimus to eat something since they met. It isn't until Megatron notices that his little rival is basically a twig, and not a healthy one either, he starts bullying Optimus into eating more.

"You call that a truck? I've seen speedsters with more weight. It's honestly a little concerning, is the Council not feeding you little bots properly?"

Half out of spite, and partly because he knows Megatron is right, Optimus starts eating more, putting on weight, but it's not just water weight. He works out, builds his routine around his waist, hips, and thighs, he definitely doesn't skimp out on leg day anymore, and by the end of it, he's completely filled out. His hips don't exceed the width of his battering ram shoulders, but they come close. Toned abdominals lined with a healthy layer of fat, not the flabby, grisle kind, but the strong, jiggles ever-so slightly, best-part-of-the-meat kind. And those thighs? His hydrolics are strong enough he could crush a mech's helm (or pelvis) between them.

Best part? With the improvements to his frame came improvement to his confidence! His team listens to him more often, they see how much more happy he is (and can tell why he got the name "Optimus"), and it didn't hurt that he looked and felt amazing. When the Elite Guard saw his new look, Jazz whistled, Ultra Magnus nodded approvingly (he'd known and was always a little concerned about Optimus' weight), and Sentinel's jaw dropped.

As for Megatron? He was floored by the glow up his little Prime underwent. Absolutely smitten. Especially after Optimus used his weight to literally flip Megatron over and pin him down (if only for a few moments). He knew then and there that he had to have this little Autobot to himself. He wondered what Optimus would look like pregnant, mmm, that's a delicious thought. All round and swollen with his bitties, made him hard just thinking about it.

And with Optimus feeling so much better, his libido higher than ever. He can't help but imagine that big, brutish, warlord pin him down, pry open his panels and ravage him. He squirms thinking about it, his valve getting wet very quickly. It's been so long since he'd been properly fucked. Maybe a late night drive would help clear these thoughts.

Little does he know, a certain warlord was thinking the same thing. In the morning, or rather, late into the afternoon, Optimus comes limping back to base with dents in his pelvis, lubricant stains on his thighs, and a slightly bloated belly. (Megatron on the other hand has an almost mangled pelvis from how tight Optimus was gripping him)

Three weeks later, he's purging his tanks and a quick check-up reveals a sparkling or two in his forge.

augh... chubby tfa Optimus is such an amazing image i cannot stop thinking about it. He's always been a little too skinny in the waist department, and honestly it never bothered him, not until he starts filling out and realizes how miserable he was... Now he's stronger, has a sturdier core and he feels more attractive, somehow....

Now that Optimus fits into the decepticon ideal (although... he probably has a little bit to go), Megatron is very interested in pounding his fat little valve. That thick waist and those huge thighs are perfect for pregnancy <3

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #weight gain kink #texty

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ghostmoon1 · 20 days ago

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Dusted Rivalries - Chapter One

Master List | Chapter Two

Call of Duty Fic - Task Force 141 - Cowboy AU

Summary: You were at the bar after a long day but get way to drunk and end up riding the mechanical bull that is in the bar. Simon and Johnny witness this... and so do other men.

Paring: Not yet, y'all find out who soon :P

Words: 2,153

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drinking + being drunk, guy being a creep (touching without consent, not very bad), vomit, swearing, slight Scottish slang (probably not the best. leave me be), unintentional kidnapping.

A/N: Hello guys!! This fic has FINALLY been started, and I'm very excited for it! I have a fair bit planned, and hopefully I can get chapters out between school. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do :)

Tough days and long, drawn-out nights. Working in the military was always hard, non-stop in one way or another. But now, working on a farm; Simon almost wanted to say it was just as bad sometimes. At least now they were able to go out for drinks almost every night. His favourite bar, The Western Star, was a place full of lively people. The sound of boots tapping against the cold hardwood boards mixed in with the chatter and music echoing off the walls.

Next to him, Johnny sat in his seat, buttoned top and jeans covered in dust and dirt. He hadn’t bothered to change into something somewhat clean, not that half of his clothes were clean. His own glass of scotch in hand, he was absently chatting away with Alejandro, the owner of the bar, who was cleaning glasses with a cloth.

The bar was full of bright lights, mostly shone towards the wide open area, where people gather to dance. Near the back, sat a mechanical bull. Simon’s seen his fair share of cowboys and cowgirls alike try to tame the mechanical beast.

It wasn't till the sound of drunken words coming from the far corner caught his attention. A beautiful cowgirl. One that even he thought was attractive.

Your hat was lop-sided, a grin plastered on your face from the alcohol, tank top and jeans that snugly hugged your figure. He couldn't quite understand the words coming from your mouth, from both the distance between you both and the effects of the alcohol. Johnny’s head swivelled around, his grin being replaced with an even bigger one as he took in your staggering form.

“Well, who would that wee lass be?” he questions, his eyes not leaving you.

Simon huffs and shakes his head, turning his attention back to his drink, watching the golden liquid swirl around his glass. “That’d be none of our business, Johnny”

He rolls his eyes at Simon’s dismissal, continuing to drink in your figure.

You continued to saunter up to the bull, tipping your hat at multiple men, who whistled back at you. You make it to the bull, almost tripping up to the platform as you did so. Johnny’s eyes glistened with curiosity and intrigue, watching as your leg swung around the bull, thighs squeezing the sides of it and boots digging into the leather. One of the other men in the bars steps up the control panel, flicking a switch with a smirk on his face.

The bull roars to life, instantly throwing you forward, causing you to hold the sides of the beast even tighter, creating a tingly feeling in your legs. Your hand grips the long rope handle even tighter, knuckles turning white, while your other arm is up in the air above your head. The alcohol was making it almost useless to use your arm for balance. The bull continued to throw you back and forth with no mercy, the force lifting you from the seat a few times and almost throwing you over its head.

Cheers erupted over the bar, people lifting their drinks to the spectacle, including Johnny who whistled and whooped at you, his grin even wider as he enjoyed the way your body rocked with the bull. Such a graceful movement, hips rocking and your torso leaning back and forth, side to side as the bull threw you around. Even with the alcohol in your system, your body moved with such grace Johnny was almost drooling.

Simon tilted his head slightly to get a better look at you, then eyeing Johnny as he watched with hearts for eyes. He bumped his arm against his, causing an annoyed grunt to escape his lips.

Alejandro chuckled as he watched the spectacle happen, placing the glass and cloth down and leaning against the counter. “Been a while since I’ve seen this happen” he muses.

Johnny was still watching, his eyes excessively focused on the way your hips moved, while Simon was practically ignoring you and the cheers around the bar.

“She’s probably just cocky ‘cause of the alcohol getting to ‘er head. She’ll come off any second now,” he scoffs, bringing his glass to his lips to drink the rest of the golden liquid that was left.

Alejandro turns his focus back to you. “I don’t believe so, amigo,” he replies, nodding his head in your direction. “This isn’t her first time, that’s for sure.”

Simon simply shakes his head, setting his glass down with a small clink against the wooden countertop.

He’s seen this act before out of the many times he’s been to the bar. Drunken girls and cowboys, not once has he seen it end well. To him, drunken girls were trouble. Overconfidence and emotions flared up, a perfect mix for trouble.

He fixed the bandana that wrapped around his face, making sure it was covering his mouth again and pulled his hat down over his eyes, not wanting to draw attention to himself, which earned an amused scoff from Johnny.

“Keep going like this Simon and you won't ever get ‘yerself a cute lass.”

“I don’t need one,” he replies gruffly, eyes focusing on the patterns of the wood in front of him.

More cheers erupt through the bar, men tipping their hats with smirks playing on their lips at you. The bull had come to a stop, dizzy and fatigued you slid off the side of the beast, one well dressed man even offering his hand to you. In your drunken and disoriented state you take it, thighs burning and crotch aching.

“Quite the show you put on there, eh cowgirl?” he purrs, his eyes dark and hooded, raking over your sweaty figure, not a damn in the world of what others would think about his actions.

You mumble a reply, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. His smirk widens and he brings his own hand to your face, wiping a bead of sweat that rolled down your cheek.

“Hands off,” you mumble, swatting his hand away as you try to take shaky steps back down from the bull.

“Oh a feisty one I see?” he places a hand on your hip, making it easy for him to keep you rooted in place. “Why not join me for a dance, hm doll?”

“I don’t wanna’,” you shake your head, taking a step back. He quickly pulls you back, hands gripping onto your hips just a little harder.

“That’s a bit rude doll… rejecting a dance with a nice guy like me?”

Johnny, who was still watching narrowed his eyes as he observed your situation, the obvious discomfort on your face and your failed attempts to walk away. “Simon…” he mumbles, nudging his ribs and nodding in your direction.

He grunts a reply, turning his head towards you and his body immediately tensing. “We gonna’ go help?” Johnny questions, his eyebrows furrowed in worry and concern.

Simon huffs and stands from the bar stool, back cracking slightly with a groan. He fixes his flannel up and makes his way over to where you were, not in any rush as his boots tapped lightly against the ground. He clears his throat as he stops next to the both of you, eyes flickering over the man.

“Well, who’s this?” the man muses, studying Simon for a moment before returning his attention to you. “Your man here to save the day or somethin’?”

You shake your head, gulping from the sheer size of Simon. He looked massive. Tall yet strong build, his flannel struggling to hold his biceps without the seams popping.

“Mate it’s obvious she don’t wanna be with ya, get your dirty hands off her” he warns, his voice gruff and laced with warning.

The man only raises a brow, scoffing at his tone and words. “What are you gonna do about it, big boy?”

His words make something in Simon snap, his hands coming up to grab the man's collar and pushing him back until he hits the far wall, a gasp escaping his lips, coming out more as a wheeze as the air left his lungs from the force.

“The fuck?!” he gasps, before shrinking down as Simon raises his fist, his breath ragged as it hit his cheek, the warmth flushing over his face.

Johnny was there in an instant, grabbing Simon and pulling him off. “Calm down! The fuck you think your doing?!”

Simon gives the man one last glare, watching as he stands back up and brushes his sleeves off before turning on his heel and stomping out of the bar. Alejandro just shakes his head, going back to cleaning the glasses.

Johnny comes into your view, taking your chin in his fingers gingerly. “Lass… you alright? He didn't hurt ya did he?” his eyes were full of worry, looking over your face for any more signs of discomfort or hurt.

When you give him a weak shake of the head, he nods and carefully takes your hand in his. His hands were calloused and rough, and overly large compared to yours. “Cmon lass… yer rat arsed”

You tilt your head in confusion. He was obviously a Scotsman by his thick Scottish accent, but whatever slang he was babbling on about did not make sense what-so-ever in your mind. As he gently led you out of the bar, your gaze didn't leave him, studying him intently. A dirty button up tucked into worn down jeans, belt that looked to be falling apart, a once cream coloured cowboy hat sat snuggly on his head. He was a strong, almost stocky build, skin slightly tanned from work out in the harsh sun.

He was gentle as he pulled you out of the hot and sticky bar, into the cold and crisp air of the night. Simon was leaning against the truck, deep blue and covered in mud. His eyes narrow as he watches Johnny lead your stumbling form out of the bar.

“What are you doing bringing that girl out here? She’s hammered, it's not our responsibility.”

“We can’t leave ‘er there. They’ll take advantage of ‘er,” Johnny counters, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

“Alejandro can look after her. Go sit her at the bar with him, she’ll be right”

“He has enough on his plate dealing with other roasters!”

You groan as you start to feel saliva build up in your mouth, leaning heavily against Johnny. His arm subconsciously wraps around your waist, holding you tightly so you did not topple over. “Yer alright, lass?”

You shake your head, clutching your stomach as an uneasy feeling floods your body, causing your legs to almost give out. The world started to spin, causing you to throw an arm out trying to grab ahold of anything to keep you upright.

Johnny’s hold on you tightens, trying to keep you from falling. Simon looks down at you, eyebrows raised. Johnny shoots him a look, silently telling him to get off his ass and help, which only gets an eye roll in return. Simon watches you stumble to the ground, hand covering your mouth as you heave.

“Johnny, away from the truck! Ain’t no way she’s being sick over it” he barks, taking a step back and crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Don't yer give a shit?” Johnny grumbles, his hand moving to your back to gently rub in soothing motions.

He screws his face up as you heave again, being sick over the gutter and a groan coming from Simon. “Yer alright lass… deep breaths… yer doing well.”

While both you and Johnny were too busy with your situation, a small pang of guilt hits his chest. You looked so small… struggling to keep anything down, the alcohol was doing a number on you.

He felt bad…

He shook the feeling away, rolling his shoulders back with a huff. Johnny wiped some of the spit rolling down your chin away with a tissue, helping you back up and fixing your hair. Simon watched, now displaying no emotion on his face.

“What are you doing with her now?” he asks, studying how you leaned into Johnny, trying to find any way to keep yourself upright.

“Gonna’ bring ‘er home with us”

His words hit him a little harder than they should have, he grunts to cover up the shocked gasp he almost let out. “That's kidnapping, Johnny.”

“For a good reason!”

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hyuuukais · 6 months ago

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pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ gen, anxiety

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CH 5 ~ FAMILY TIES (wc: 2.3k, 2 screenshots)

"There," Jeongin directs you to a house on your right. It's a modest house with dark blue paneling and a neat front yard. As you pull up to the curb, you catch a glimpse of a woman ushering two children back inside, abandoning a soccer ball by the door.

"Cute. You grew up here?" You ask, parking the car.

"Yeah, but like everything else I don't remember much," Jeongin leans forward in his seat to get a better look at the house. "I don't think it was always blue though, that's new. And they cut a tree down from other there," He points to one corner of the yard and you see a short stump. "Other than that, nothing."

"So why are we here then?" You take your hands off the wheel and place them in your lap. "There's gotta be some kind of emotional connection to this place, something important that happened."

"Isn't growing up there exactly that?"

"Well, yeah, but take the other memories into consideration," You say and turn your body to face Jeongin. "That park, anything could have happened there, but your brain decided the most important thing was meeting Hyunjin. Then again at the lake, the first night of having your own car and celebrating that. Even then you mentioned another event that took place there, the party, so why not that? So many things probably happened at that lake just like in this home, but we're here for a specific memory."

"Wow, you've really put thought into this." The corner of Jeongin's mouth quirks up as he faces you. "Maybe you should be a detective."

"I'll stick to the flower shop," You laugh.

For a while it's like this, the two of you chatting in the car waiting for something to happen. Morning turns to noon to late afternoon before anything happens, the sun hanging low in the sky. You point it out to Jeongin when you see it; two little boys have exited a pale yellow house and are making their way down the sidewalk in your direction. Stepping out into the sticky heat of late summer, you and Jeongin follow them all the way to the corner of the street before they stop.

They look to be about thirteen here, Hyunjin wrapping an arm around Jeongin's shoulders as they walk side by side. When they stop, his arm drops and they face each other. Hyunjin is slightly taller than Jeongin and has already started killing his hair with bleach, fiddling with the edge of the yellow tank top he's wearing. Jeongin sighs and crosses his arms with a frown on his face, Hyunjin matching the mood with a pout.

"So this is it?" Hyunjin asks, voice quiet.

"Yeah," Jeongin replies. "I guess so."

"You're leaving me."

"I have to."

"Come live with me," Hyunjin jokes. "Then you won't have to. Convince your parents by saying you don't want to switch schools or something."

"You know I can't do that," Jeongin looks away uncomfortably.

"I wouldn't make you live with me," Hyunjin's head drops. "With him."

"You could come with me-"

"No, I can't, you know that," Hyunjin crosses his arms. "It's stupid you're moving right out of our district, you should still be allowed to stay." He kicks a rock with the toe of his shoe, looking away embarrassed. "Don't make a new best friend."

"What?" Jeongin almost looks offended. "I could never! You know you'll be my best friend for life, always, even if I died! My ghost would haunt your ass."

Present-day Jeongin snorts at this.

With a pinky promise, you watch the two boys make a pact to stay close friends no matter what happens between them. They'll star in their first movie together side by side, they'll always support each other; they'll do everything together and never leave. A car pulls up and honks and Hyunjin waves goodbye to Jeongin, entering the vehicle. As it drives away, Hyunjin is looking out with fingertips barely touching the glass. Little Jeongin is gone, leaving you in silence.

"You know, I've been wondering why this neighbourhood has felt so familiar," You say quietly. "My mother was buried just down the road."

The car is silent, Jeongin placing his hand right next to yours on the compartment, just a hair away. Even with him not touching you directly, you can feel his energy coming off on you. It's different, the way you can feel him without feeling drained; it almost makes you want to take the risk and extend your pinky, closing the distance between you. When you look at him, the setting sun has created a warm glow around him, but accentuating his ghostly-ness. This is both the most alive and dead you've seen him, pale skin and eye bags, orange glow and soft eyes.

You start the car, fully intent on driving home, but your body seems to direct the vehicle the opposite way. As you pass the cemetery you slow down, making a full stop right outside the entrance. In the corner of your eye, you can see Jeongin looking at you, but you can't face him. This is big; walking into this place could change so many things for you, and you don't even know where you'd start with your mom. You've never met her, what if she doesn't recognize you? What if she's not there? What if-

"Y/n, stop thinking so much," Jeongin teases lightly, trying to bring up the mood. "We don't have to go today, or at all even."

"I want to," You finally look at him. "But there's so much I don't know about her and that she doesn't know about me. This could change everything I've ever thought about her."

"Don't you want to know who she was? Not who you think she is?" He asks.

Yes, of course you do. Without answering, you step out of the car and brace yourself for the wind; it's picked up a lot since leaving. Leaves blow off the trees that line the pathway in, some getting caught in your hair as you walk. The air is crisp and cold, goosebumps forming on your arms and the back of your neck. Whether that's actually from the coolness or from the atmosphere, you don't know for sure.

In your peripheral vision, you spot the odd spirit here and there. Most are lingering by graves, presumably their own, wandering back and forth, or sitting on the stone benches sprinkled around. One reaches out for you as you pass a bench, her frail, wrinkled fingers grazing your wrist, but Jeongin shifts over and gently pushes her away. She simply curls into herself, and you think you can hear crying as you get further away; your skin burns where she touched you.

"Up there." You point to a large structure with named boxes in straight lines. Your mother was cremated, but still laid to rest with the rest of her family. Underneath her box are two empty ones and a man's name. Before you can read the name, someone is calling out for you from behind.

Turning around, you spot a young woman not much older than you crouched down by a bush, a bright flower in her hand. She drops the flower, shock written all over her face and tears welling in her eyes. Standing up straight, she eagerly walks toward you, but Jeongin stands in her way as a warning.

"Sorry, I'm not used to the living," She laughs, leaning to the side so you can see her; Jeongin's back is obscuring most of your sight.

"That's okay," You squeak, stepping out from Jeongin. You're a lot more nervous seeing her now, especially noticing just how alike you look. "I'm-"

"Y/n," She exhales. "Don't think I'd recognize my own daughter? C'mon. But..." Her eyebrows furrow, looking around as if someone's missing. "Your brother, where is he?"

Brother?

You stare at her, mouth agape and unable to form words. Glancing back to the stone behind you, it dawns on you that there are two empty boxes underneath your mother, not one. Which means...

"I have a brother?"

"You-" Her eyebrows somehow knit together further, the flower clutched so tightly in her palm you doubt any petals could be salvaged. "You didn't know? How do you not know? Your father-"

"I'm adopted," You admit shyly, avoiding her eyes, but you can hear her scoff.

"That motherfucker."

Jeongin snorts and whispers, "Definitely related."

Your mother opens her mouth to speak again, but she's stopped short when something catches her attention to the side. When you follow her sight, you can see a man in the far distance staring her down. Suddenly, the air is tight with tension and fear, like all the spirits around you are wary of him. He doesn't come closer, but he raises something sharp and you finally recognize him as the man in the boat. The bottle isn't at his neck this time, but rather pointed at your mother. His head is tilted in a sinister way, only part of his face visible from behind his extended hand, but his features are both sharp and soft at the same time.

"We should get out of here," Jeongin says, his own voice tight with anxiety.

"But-" You try to protest.

"No, he's right honey," Your mother spares a glance toward you. "You need to leave, just promise me- promise me you'll find your brother?"

"I-I promise."

Wasting no time, Jeongin encourages you in front of him without tearing his eyes away from the man. The further you go, the blurrier he becomes, and soon enough the man is completely out of sight. Who is he, and why were all those ghosts so scared?

Back in the car, you take a chance to breathe before starting it up. With shaky hands, you turn on the ignition and prepare to drive away, but something bangs on your car window loudly, causing you to jump, almost enough to hit your head. You yelp when you see the man outside, the closest he's been to you since the first sighting. There's a distinctive mole under one of his narrowed eyes, his slender fingers pressed up against the window. Without thinking twice, you speed off and don't stop until you're outside of your home.

Jeongin is trying to speak to you, but you're dizzy and can't make out any words he's saying, the world around you spinning like crazy. A raging headache is beginning to form behind your eyes, placing your head between your legs and trying to control yourself. Anxiety threatens to sweep you under its strong waves, but with every breath you can feel yourself settling down. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three...

"I need to contact Minho," You say, voice weak.

"Let's get you inside first." Jeongin exits, rounding the front of your car and opening your door. "Can you stand?"

"I don't know," You admit. "But if you touch me, especially when I'm already feeling like shit..."

"I know," Jeongin sighs, frustrated.

Placing one hand on the open door and the other on your seat, you push up and cling to the vehicle, a wave of nausea hitting you. Once it passes, you take a step away and allow Jeongin to close the car door. You wonder what this looks like to others; can they see the actions he makes, or does it appear different to them? Stumbling to your front door, you enter quickly, feeling uneasy so exposed outside.

The warmth of your house hits you like a weighted blanket, sleepiness overtaking you making it hard to undress. Trudging upstairs, you half expect Jeongin to be gone when you enter your room, but he's still watching over you. Walking over to your closet, you throw the first comfy clothes you see onto your bed and flop down. It's too much to move- your whole body feels as though there's a ton of bricks weighing you down. With sluggish eyes, you see Jeongin looking out the window to the right of your bed, opening it just a crack to let some cool air in. The breeze prickles at your skin, but it's nice.

"Jeongin."

"Yeah?" He turns his head toward your sleepy figure.

"Can we take a risk?" You mumble, gauging his reaction. His eyebrows raise and he looks down, stretching away from the window.

"What kind of risk?" He asks, trying to keep his voice light.

"Help me get dressed," You say, almost wanting to cry from your exhaustion. "I'm so fucking tired."

Rolling onto your back with your head still in his direction, you watch him consider his options. Slowly, he makes his way toward you and picks up the sweatshirt you abandoned at the bottom of your bed. Hesitantly, the tips of his fingers meet your upper arm. Nothing happens, no sick feelings or passing out; only you and him and the surprising warmth of his touch. When he realizes you're okay, he continues to lift you up into a sitting position, teasing you for your groans. Lifting your shirt gently, he looks away red in the face and feels for the sweatshirt, finding it close by and bringing it over your head. Next, he helps you out of your jeans and slips the matching sweatpants up your legs, his hands pausing at your hips.

He's holding his breath, and you're more awake than ever as you make eye contact with him. You realize the position you're in with him overtop of you, his face oddly close to yours, enough for your breath to mingle. His eyes dart down your face, back up to your eyes, and away from you shyly. Taking his face in your hands, you thumb his cheekbones and run your fingers down his jawline. Touching someone has never felt so natural for you, so real and safe. Either your eyes are deceiving you, or he's getting closer and closer and-

Your phone buzzes. "Minho."

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glitch-after-dark · 7 months ago

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Ekidocksos i am in LOVE with your account!!!!!!

Just..Rodimus completely stuffed and bred with Drift & Ratchets sparklings from a drunken one night stand? He left before they woke up and dodges them for weeks on end not knowing they want so much more of him & his hot plush valve.

They get the drop on him when they find him rubbing his tanks & eating sweet energon mini cakes in his office.

They know right then he’s sparked & soon they have him bent over, stuffed with their spikes & trying to add a couple more for a clutch

I would have answered this sooner but I’ve been gardening so exhaustion prevented me from having the energy. I just found your account as well and SoundRod content is very exciting to see! I need to do more with them.

Anyway—this idea is brilliant. I love some Dratchrod angst+horniness+babies.

Just Rodimus hanging out with his best friend—they are officially Amica now, yeah drinks for everyone—celebrating the latest adventure on their Forever Adventure and well into giggling drunk that both Ratchet and Drift are as well. He’s been very cuddly grabby, draping himself over Drift—who is definitely over! He’s very supportive now—and instead of huffing Ratchet just tells him to shove over and when he’s moving too slow picks him up and sits under him making Rodimus half in Ratchet’s lap while still draped over Drift and Ratchet’s telling jokes and laughing at Rodimus and he’s lost track of whose hands are whose at some point. Then Dratchet kisses and Rodimus whines about not getting any so Drift kisses his cheek which Rodimus pouts and says isn’t the same so Ratchet huffs and grabs his chin to lay one on him that has him squirming especially when Drift is petting his spoiler and he’s panting when it breaks. Drift, of course, protests that Ratchet cheated and Drift was supposed to get the first move, making Ratchet laugh and before Rodimus can figure that out Drift is turning his head his direction and kissing him deeply. Rodimus is just a squirming mess not having to be moved and just moving back to the other with someone constantly petting him or grabbing his thighs or holding his waist until Swerve finally throws them out for “public indecency”.

Which gives Rodimus enough of a moment of fresh air to go oh wait what and start to think up an excuse to dip out only for the hands to come back and the three of them to stumble back to Dratchet’s room to resume the sandwich and kissing, which quickly escalates once they have Rodimus shoved in the bed between them. Rodimus catches bits of “wanted you here” and “thought we were going to take him to dinner first” teasing between the kissing and moving around each other and realizes what is going on. Drift and Ratchet are clearly wanting a threesome and intended to ask Rodimus who feels guilty how immediately into that he is for both of them and distracts himself by opening his own panel and mouth descending onto Ratchet’s hands to suck them in remembering how sensitive they are.

He is being passed back and forth between them and responding very eagerly, if a little clumsy which slowly peters out into more smooth movements when the overcharge fades through multiple overloads leaving him clear minded but unwilling to leave when Ratchet is holding his thighs thrusting up into him and Drift is petting him laying over his back, spike pressed against him waiting for his turn, telling him how pretty he looks taking his Conjunx’s spike and look how happy he’s making him and Ratchet is growling out and agreement that sends Rodimus toppling into another overload that makes him bluescreen a bit only to wake to Ratchet kissing him sweetly, Rodimus sprawled out on his front, Drift slipping inside behind peppering kisses on his spoiler with Ratchet’s hands steadying Rodimus’s hips.

He's too tired to leave immediately when it finally finishes and they clean each other off, nuzzling and kissing, this time slow and sweet without the expectation of it leading to anything, and shove him in between to cuddle. He wakes up with Drift having shoved between him and Ratchet, wrapping around their arms and carefully manages to slip out painfully sober and aware of what he’s done and flees cold and horrified by how much it aches to leave them.

Rodimus is panicking because he thought—had lied to himself—he was over Drift and now not only is he wrong he’s developed a crush on Ratchet—reliable, stern, stubborn, kind, smart Ratchet—his Amica’s Conjunx. And he knows very well it is unrequited. Even if they are wanting to be adventurous and invite someone new to sleep with them, Rodimus is going to be devastated when they finally close their bed again.

One night he could laugh off as a drunken fun time, but he will not be able to disguise how clingy and emotional and needy he’ll be if they make it a frequent thing. That’s why Rodimus didn’t do multiple nights with people! He “misunderstands” and thinks more is going on than it actually is. He refused to inflict that on Dratchet.

He’d just gotten better at not shoving his way into Drift’s way and asking for things because Drift won’t tell him no! Ratchet finally tolerates him enough to not protest them being Amica—not that he’d said anything before but Rodimus knew he thought Drift could do better—which Rodimus agreed but was selfishly glad he hadn’t.

So he avoids them, helped by arranging the schedule and a few emergencies, always ready to offer an excuse even if it did make Drift look at him sadly and Ratchet look suspicious. And if he starts to feel weird afterwards, at first sick and tired, falling asleep in his office and achy, and then horny and starving and can’t stop eating sweets that’s his business. He has successfully managed to scrap their interactions down to the bare minimum which he will continue to do until he’s unrequited feelings fade, which would be a lot easier if they’d stop trying to corner him and Minimus and Megatron stopped judging him every time he made the schedule.

Rodimus’s sweet intake leads to his density increasing making him way more as protoform is building up and he doesn’t notice the difference, difference until he has the subtlest belly budging out just above his array. Ratchet finally pegs what is going on when he notices the anti-nausea, the glow, and the belly and way Rodimus’s hips are rounding out and chest is subtly swelling. He puts his foot down and he and Drift finally corner him by using privileges to be put on the graveyard shift with Rodimus.

Rodimus, who’d been getting gentle pep talks (Minimus) and just do it pep talks (Megatron), allows himself to be lead away. Accept apparently him carrying has gotten Ratchet and Drift very hot and bothered and instead of the conversation they are kissing him and pushing him over his desk to stuff him full and Rodimus is ready to go at a moment at this point, constantly horny, and is immediately distracted by this and also can’t get away and is sober enough to actually hear them saying they want him to stay and how thrilled they are to have a clutch and the phrasing is with the intention of a future together. After Drift, who has to be responsible because it turns out Ratchet’s breeding kink is making him thoroughly distracted pushing Rodimus against the nearest surface so he can cup his belly and fuck him, calls Megatron and Minimus to take over their shift.

Rodimus wakes up the next day to a grumbling Ratchet getting out of bed and kissing Drift goodbye and soothing him back to rest and then seeing Rodimus looking up at him sleepily kisses him and tells him to keep sleeping too. And Rodimus gets to, still not entirely sure what is going on, but the possessive grasp Drift makes on him when he rolls back over to sleep and Ratchet’s firm stay here with his own instincts finally relaxed and sleeping good from a night in between them helps.

They do eventually talk and work things out in between a lot of makeup sex and now Rodimus basically living it while getting bent over or crowded up against a wall to make sure he gets enough material to make their clutch. Drift is more slow and sweet about it taking his time and gentling Rodimus through it, savoring every moment, but Ratchet is rougher and very into the breeding aspect, prone to picking Rodimus up and shoving him against the wall or desk or bed (if they make it that far), and filling him up, fucking him until Rodimus’s is yowling, still carefully and hand always gently petting over Rodimus’s swelling tank. Ratchet is also the one who is now the most prone to spoiling Rodimus at the slightest pout. The carrier of the clutch deserves everything is Ratchet's stubborn response everytime he has a happy purring Rodimus pepper his face with kisses and Drift tease him about it.

Happy pregnant Dratchrod sex and babies for the win with Rodimus getting pampered.

#valveplug #mech preg #mechpreg #dratchrod #mild angst #dratchrod pregnant

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