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of-the-nightsky · 8 months ago

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Just Maybe

Disclaimers: NijiEn Fanfic | Piokuma | Vox Akuma 3.0 x Doppio Dropscythe 2.0 | BL / MLM | Strangers to crushes to lovers (?)

Summary: Maybe he didn't have to trash the place out of frustration. Maybe he didn't have to take a walk to cool himself down. But... but maybe he really shouldn't be staring...

"JuSt gO FoR a wAlK aLrEaDy!" He mocked, stomping his way down the familiar passage. "Go CoOl OfF! Geez, can't a guy just punch a wall to just punch a wall?"

Okay, so maybe he didn't just punch a wall because he burned himself on the toaster oven again. But it totally started it, he saw it giving him the evil eye!

("WITH WHAT EYES DOPPI??? WITH WHAT EYES???" screamed the Ver in his head again. Seriously, he swore it had eyes.)

Alright, sure, the toaster oven was innocent until he became the judge and sentenced it to a life of being broken, again, but it was with good reason! He was just trying to make a poptart in it with a little toaster strudel buddy, he didn't think twice about it. Now he has to be a "good boy" and go for a walk.

Yeah, whatever Ver, you keep thinking I just need a walk! He thought sulkily. Sure, he had qualities that rivaled the dogs in that popular animated movie and all, but he was a big scary wolf and not some dumb dog. His tail did not wag when he was called a good boy, it did not!

("Pio, you can say that all you want, but your advanced butt-whip just knocked over a vase of flowers, again." Ver, nobody calls it a butt-whip, it's a tail. Stop giving it weird names, last time you called it the Mess-Maker-Plume-Master-3,000.)

Maybe Ver was on to something, Doppio wasn't sure anymore. Maybe he shouldn't have punched the toaster oven so hard it busted through a wall. Maybe he shouldn't have chased after it to "finish the job" or whatever his wolf-aligned brain hyper focused on doing.

Although it did frustrate him that it burned him. Guilt slowly clawed its way into his heart. Maybe he was a bad boy and he should have tried being good a lot harder. Maybe he didn't have to trash the place out of frustration. Maybe he didn't have to take a walk to cool himself down. But... but maybe he really shouldn't be staring at the demon who was their neighbor five blocks away. Wait, since when did I even walk this far?? Oh, whatever, what is this dude doing, gardening? Lame.

Or so he thought it was until he saw how the literal butterflies just seemed to love the flowers so much. Like, they were made for the butterflies to feed from. Maybe staring wasn't a bad idea. It was a good view of a big strong man showing a tender and gentle side.

He stared for a solid minute, zoning out and finding his own inner peace. He watched how the muscles moved beneath the taut shirt and pants, watched how the behemoth of a man even greeted a harmless hummingbird with a soft rumbling voice hiked up into such a fond high tone.

Oh.

Oh dear.

His heart couldn't take it.

The man stood up to adjust the hummingbird feeder he had set up and did so without a fucking ladder.

The muscular man was obviously able to tower over even him, Doppio himself, without it even being close. Not only that, but he was being so gentle for the tiniest and most fragile of creatures and he could not handle it.

He didn't even know how long he was staring at this large man, envisioning how it must be like to get the best fucking head pats in the world by such a gentle giant of a man. It was long enough as rose pink irises glanced his way and their eyes met.

The heat rose on Doppio's face. He was caught. He really shouldn't have been staring. He was pining for a stranger for the past devil-knows how long! (No God would ever look upon him and not think his stare was sinless!)

"Going for walk!" He blurted out far louder than he intended before turning and starting to speed-walk away. He was confident his face was every shade of scarlet.

It was mildly embarrassing. He lied to himself.

He didn't hear any fond chuckling that made his long wolfen ears burn and flatten against his skull.

And most certainly,

Undoubtedly...

His tail, most definitely did not wag.

Nope.

Nobody saw it.

Anyone who claimed so were liars!

Vox, for all he was worth, never expected to be spotted by such a unique golden-eyed magenta wolf man. Not that he was opposed to it. He found it cute in a way. The poor wolf was just watching him like a lost puppy having his first outing. His eyes shining like a meadow of dandelion's that have yet invaded the hill behind it. It was so precious and innocent. He didn't know who they were, but he hoped to see them again. Especially seeing how red their face had gone when their eyes met. It was rather delightful after spending many long years by himself. Maybe doing his garden once a day wouldn't be a bad idea if it meant possibly meeting such a wolf. And maybe, he could invite him in and get to know him better. Just maybe, if Fate was a kind soul for once.

To be continued... (maybe?)

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galvore · 3 years ago

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１ｍｐ０ｒｔ　ｆ１ｌ３ — ( GENTLE GOTH GIANT. ) ;

II goth!choso kamo x reader ► 1.3k ↺ college!AU; mostly sfw, some size kink and dumbification, goth!choso has a dick piercing.

⇄ your honour I adore him. this was also way longer than I originally planned, I love this inhuman too much.

Goth!Choso who dresses all in dark clothes, loose fitting black pants draping in messy layers onto his studded Venus boots and oversized black graphic tees, usually with another shirt underneath, generally of a light neutral colour and long sleeved, always big enough to graze the chunky silver rings he likes to wear on his nail polish adorned fingers, matching the countless necklaces and earrings he accessorizes with on a regular basis. He already stands at nearly 6 feet tall, the illusion of surpassing said height given by his peculiar spiky bun hairstyle, but with the bulk of layered clothes he chooses to wear he manages to look even more broad and intimidating, even though he tries not to come off as too brash, always making sure to be soft spoken and kind with strangers, his vocabulary characterized by the soft yet deadpan tone he has come to prefer, punctuated by small kind smiles whenever he needs to ease the tension a bit. He was quite the walking contradiction, to be honest, standing tall with broad shouldered and a death like stare accentuated by a never lessening pair of dark circles he was able to make himself as small and as unnoticed as a chameleon, perfectly blending in with his surroundings no matter where he goes.

Goth!Choso who you share a couple of common college classes with, even though you’re in different majors, and you get stuck together with for a group project by pure chance because of the professor trying to mix up the different majors as much as possible. You were terrified the first time you met him, having him loom over your desk asking if your name was the one he was assigned with and sitting down with a silent nod to follow along with the project’s brief together. Your first impression of him left you a bit uneasy as you exchanged phone numbers, but you were quick to backtrack once he showed up at the library with the cutest most childish Sanrio lunchboxes he had made for both of you, justifying it by saying he would have felt bad if you were stuck working the whole day without something decent to eat.�� He was so considerate and nice you slowly managed to warm up to him, finally cracking his seemingly tough exterior to get acquainted with the caring older brother he was in his heart, you couldn’t help but develop a sort of admiration crush on him, with how much he cared for both his academic performance and his family, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

Goth!Choso who shily asks if you could meet again, even after the finalising of the assignment, maybe in a different setting than working on a project. The soft blush on his ears and awkward tone betraying his intentions and making you melt on the spot at his cuteness and eagerly accept his proposal to possibly be something more than simple friends. He slowly manages to slither his way into your daily life, making sure to always have at least a moment to walk to class together if your college duties are taking up too much of your respective schedules and fully committing to the caring and attentive boyfriend persona, most of your friends unsettled at first at this behemoth of a man following you around like a silent shadow but quickly resorting to shutting their mouths about any possible ill comment when they witness the love and care that shine in his eyes whenever he sees you, always making sure to kiss your forehead as a greeting anytime you meet. You couldn’t ask for a better partner if you had to be honest, and all his attention did nothing but nurture your superficial crush blossoming into a beautiful love, craving for you to be needed by him as much as you needed all his attention, reaching the point where you proposed to give him a hand with his babysitting duties of his youngest brothers, helping him out with his daily hair routine and even having little at home spa weekends where the two of you would try and one up each other into spoiling the other as much as you could.

Goth!Choso who is insecure about his physical appearance underneath all the heavy layers he uses to feel comfortable in his own skin that he’s shy about letting you see him even bare chested for the first time. He is so worried with thoughts of making you uncomfortable or disappointing you that he loses himself in the pit of overthinking and remains baffled to this day about your reactions. Absolutely not expecting that the first time you saw him half naked in all his glory, you couldn’t help but gasp in awe at the sight of such an attractive man, amazed by his broad shoulders and strong arms you didn’t anticipate for him to be hiding away from your eyes. You couldn’t help yourself after gaining such information, barely restraining yourself from jumping your poor boyfriend’s bones and wanting to thoroughly ruin him, taking any chance you’d get to be glued to him and bluntly praising how hot you thought he was while cuddling with him. He would blush like a ripe tomato, from his nose to his chest and try and hide away from your prying eyes, suddenly self-conscious and confused at why exactly you thought he was so great, and in retaliation to his self deprecation, you would softly flick his pierced nipple to try and get him to stop rambling about why he was not attractive.

Goth!Choso who, not only has various ear piercings and one of his nipples done but in addition has a frenum shining right underneath the tip of his cock, purely for aesthetics rather than pleasure, that he is afraid will be more of a turn off than anything for you. He gets a pleasant surprise though the first time you two mess around because as soon as you get a glimpse of silver you can’t help yourself but want to put your mouth to good use, having him lay on his back so you can properly worship his thick beautiful cock as he deserves. He looks so cute trying to restrain himself from bucking his hips too harshly, afraid of choking you or making you gag too hard, in contrast with how shameless he was being with his moans, unabashedly tossing his head back into the pillow and letting out, in between soft praises and words of adoration for how good you were being to him, any noise that would crawl up from the back of his throat. He makes sure to repay you at least in double after he manages to cum himself stupid, eagerly inviting you to sit on his pretty face and smear the black line of eyeliner he draws on his nose every day by overworking you until you will finally squirt and drench him in your essence.

Goth!Choso who slowly grows more and more secure in his sexual desires, both because of your requests of trying out new things and the confidence you manage to instil in him, to the point he doesn’t blush and stutters like a virgin whenever you ask for him to be a bit rougher with you, instead he finds himself craving to manhandle you on the bed and wrestle you down, taking advantage of the height difference, all on his own. Suddenly aware of how much pleasure he gains from not only spoiling you by eating you out at any hour of the day to the point you can’t feel your bones and melt in his arms, but also of how much he adores breaking you apart underneath him and craves for you to cry because of him, to reduce to a blabbering moaning mess with all of himself, may it be his mouth, his hands or his cock, only to cease his relentless assault to your spent form to carry you to the nearest bathroom and pulling you back together with small and careful touches while he cleans you up, whispering sweet nothings you are always too fucked out to register into your hair. Because he just simply adores you.

#ᜊ.jjk #ᜊ.choso kamo #choso smut #choso x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #tw.dumbification #cw.dick piercing

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sohin-ace · 4 years ago

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※ A walk with the Jojos

Inspired by a 'A walk with BTS' meme scenario I found somewhere.

Gender neutral and Aromantics friendly :)

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Jotaro: Puts his coat over your shoulders when it gets cold.

A gust of cold wind flew past you and Jotaro as you both strolled down the streets of his hometown peacefully. A sharp shudder coursed through you, goosebumps almost painful on your sensitive skin.

Oh how you wished you brought a jacket or at least your school uniform cardigan with you. The early days of spring had started sunny and trustworthy, but of course, the temperature had to drop on you on that very special day.

Your incessant rubbing of your arms and duck of your head didn't go unnoticed by Jotaro next to you. He was aware of the cold and could see from the corner of his eyes how flushed your fingers were and how you winced with every blow of the unforviging wind.

The boy didn't think twice and sighed, proceeding to shake his long gakuran off of his broad shoulders.

You didn't even notice he was disrobing until you felt heavy and warm fabric suddenly weight down on your shoulders, enveloping you, the loud clanking of chains accompanying the movement.

You looked up at the tall male, pleasantly surprised yet also confused, and he only grumbled in response, looking straight forward.

"Yare yare daze... You could have just asked you know."

You never dared. You couldn't dare. After all, it was your problem that you forgot your jacket at home. It surely wasn't Jotaro's job to fix your mistakes, you thought. You wouldn't bother him for such a trivial matter, no matter how close you were. Of course, Jotaro did not share that mindset at all.

You always wondered how he managed to notice every little changes about you and every single reactions while also acting so nonchalant and careless. Behind his rough appearance and act, you loved Jotaro for his selflessness and his unmatched kindness.

You sighed in bliss as you hugged his jacket closer, so warm and soft around you. What a relief it was for your cold skin, it felt like his very own rare embrace.

It smelled just like him, too. You usually weren't a fan of the smell of nicotine and would often tease him for it, but when it was so deliciously mixed with his foreign cologne and his natural scent, it felt like something close to heaven to you. Something comforting, safe, and incredibly gentle.

His jacket was gigantic compared to you and you were sure you looked like a fool wearing this unfitting blanket, swallowing you and making you look even smaller and ridiculous than you already were next to him.

"Thank you Jotaro." You grinned, appreciative towards this kind giant, who you were grateful to always have your back whenever you needed, without even having to ask him.

He responded with a subtle nod before grabbing your shoulder and keeping his strides forward, seemingly satisfied with his good deed and with your smile.

Joseph: Accidentally trips you when he turns to talk to you.

It wasn't unusual for Joseph to blabber on his bizarre adventures. With all the things he had lived, he always had something to recount.

You'd always tell him to write a book about all his plights, but then you'd remember the guy barely had enough braincells to even put two and two together and instantly drop the idea.

Today was just a normal day in New York City, you had been strolling around with the behemoth, listening intently, or rather, tiredly as he rambled ceaselessly.

You were stuck between loving all his crazy stories and being annoyed at his obnoxious and theatrical, 'Jojo-fied', as you liked to call it, storytelling.

"And then he said 'You'll never touch the ground ever again Joseph Joestar!' but look who's in outer space now, huh?!" He yelled out, making a few heads turn with his exaggerated hand gestures and booming voice.

You nodded your head and responded with very basic 'Uh huh's and 'Oh's, as well as 'That's cool' and whatnot. Not like you didn't care for what he was saying, but you just couldn't figure what to tell him. Also, the unnecessary attention you were getting was quite flustering too.

"GASP! Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT!! I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU THE BEST PART YET!!!"

Before you could even process what was happening, Joseph forcefully turned towards you, gasping loudly and intenting to grab your already very well-gripped attention.

But the brute was so clumsy about it, he kicked his unreasonably thick leg in front of your much smaller feet, not warning you as you kept walking, only to trip over him with a yelp that you'd never forget.

"YEEEK-!"

"WOAAH-!!"

With an even louder scream, Joseph tried his best to grab you before you could kiss New York City's piss tainted ground, yanking you to your feet as best as he could, which was more than enough with the strength the man had.

He eventually held you against his chest firmly, his arms belted more than securely around your shoulders and back, shocked and scared that if he loosened his grip even the slightest, you'd either fly away or just collapse.

You panted with adrenaline after regaining your balance and barely left him any time to laugh at your demise or even react at all.

"JOJO YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!!!" You hollered all your fury, pushing yourself off of him, "I ALMOST DIED HERE!!!!"

Joseph cowered in fear as you proceeded your attacks on his poor arms, chest and face. He yelped in pain, desperately putting his arms up in front of him in hopes to shield himself from your unstoppable slapping. For someone with such small hands, you sure hit hard.

"Ow ow ow stop please! This is abuse!! I'm sorry-Ow! Please, n-not there~ ACK- OKAY FINE I'LL STOP!!!"

Josuke: Notices your shoe lace in untied and ties it for you.

In the small, crazy, noisy and bizarre town that was Morioh, there was a famous legend running.

"That if your boyfriend kneels down to tie your shoelaces for you, they'll never come undone ever again! Do you believe that?" You chuckled, barely paying any attention to your surroundings.

Josuke strolled mindlessly next to you, half listening, half not. You were well aware that boys like him often had a hard time paying attention for more than a minute unless it was about sports, video games, or a very big pair of boobs.

"Hmmh, yeah. Crazy stuff..." He mumbled, looking blankly forward, his eyes catching passing cars and boutiques but his ears catching none of your words.

"Hey... Are you even listening?" You glared suspiciously at him, frustrated already. This boy could never concentrate.

"Oh tell me about it." He replied, not even knowing what he was even responding to. Eye twitching, you tested him one last time.

"Rohan has a really nice ass and I'm much better at Smash Bros than you'll ever be."

"Oh, absolutely. You know it!" He nodded, much to your great offense.

"Hey.. Josuke...!" You growled, ready to give him a good slap of reality, "Higashikata!!"

As if on cue, Josuke glanced down and noticed that your shoelaces were untied as you walked.

Without even thinking twice about it, Josuke moved his hands from where they were resting behind his neck and instantly brought one to your chest, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You shot him a puzzled look at his sudden behavior and he immediately bent over, getting down on one knee, on the floor, in front of you, without a care in the world, right in the middle of the street.

You looked down at him and gasped as you noticed he started tying up your poorly secured shoelaces that you didn't bother knotting properly in the morning.

"Oi-! Josuke, what are you doing?! Get up, it's fine I'll do it mysel-"

"Oh shush." He cut you off, handling the chords into cute and safe little bows on your shoes, like a knight, or a prince, happy to fulfill his duty.

You couldn't hold back your blush at the embarassing and impromptu situation. Your heart raced as you tried to get him to stand up, but he was adamant on helping you whether you were embarassed or not.

The boy was completely nonchalant about the ordeal, never caring about the weird looks you both were getting and the many whispers of 'how cute' and 'what an adorabe couple' people were gushing out.

You couldn't reciprocate the indifference. You knew Josuke was the serving type, and this was normal for him. To make your life easy, to treat you, to protect you.

And to fix you.

"... Are you sure you haven't been listening to me? I feel like you're hitting on me right now Jojo." You raised an eyebrow as he got up, proud of his handiwork.

His expression soon fell into a shocked one and he visibly stiffened, "Huh? What? No I'm not?!"

"You literally tied my shoelaces right after I told you that's a boyfriend thing to do!" You shot back and he blushed deep red, gasping at yout sudden assumptions.

"What??! It's not though!! I'm not- I wasn't even paying attention!"

"You're hitting on me, I'm telling Mr. Jotaro."

"NO DON'T TELL HIM!!!"

Jonathan: Carves his and your initials into a tree.

Jonathan had invited you to join him one afternoon in the usual place you both loved to hang out.

You two talked and walked around a path that you could call your little escape route. One you've used so much, you were pretty sure to be responsible for green-less trail that longed the riverside.

Very suddenly, Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, without saying anything, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What's wrong, Jojo?" You asked, looking back at him.

Without a warning, he took out a small object from his pocket, smiling coyly at you. You were confused but your expression soon shifted when he pressed on a small mechanism that swiftly revealed a sharp, shiny blade.

You flinched and gasped, bringing a hand to your mouth in shock. "Jojo!! Why are you walking around with a pocket knife?! Are you crazy??!!"

He panicked at your reaction and got flustered, agitating his hands around, a dangerous gesture to make for someone holding a knife.

"N-no no no! Wait, Y/N! It's just- I mean, it's useful sometimes... I mean..." He blabbered, not knowing how to breathe between words anymore, "I don't use it... Or- well... I don't do weird things with it it's just-... I would never-... "

He stuttered anxiously, trying to justify himself, getting more and more stressed with your lack of response. Oh no, God, he didn't want to scare you off or lose you over something like this!

He would never forgive himself if you ever thought he were a dangerous man, or a delinquent, or worse, that he'd ever hurt you, and in such a cowardly way too.

He stopped panicking when you suddenly chuckled.

"Ooouh~ Oh my~" You sang teasingly, before pointing at him in playful accusation "Am I hanging out with a baaaad boy~? Jojo you nasty man!"

"S-... STOP IT!!" He cried out as you laughed your heart out, scared that somebody might hear you and take it the wrong way. "Just... Hold on..."

With the knife in his hand, he turned his back to you and started carving something in the tree trunk. You approached and tried to look over his shoulder, wondering what kind of nonsense he could be drawing in there.

"What is this?" You gently tapped his busy arm and he tried to hide his work from your nosy eyes.

"Wait! It's a surprise! I'm almost done... Just... A little bit..." He grunted a bit as he finished carving the blunt surface, "Aaannd.... Done!"

He stepped back, wiping his brow and leaning his hand on the tree, letting you enough space to admire his little work of art. Proud yet also a bit anxious about your reaction.

You got closer to the little heart he drew on the tree. Heart with both your initials in it. For the sake of discretion, he rathered write your initials over your names, which made it all the more adorable, in your eyes.

You gasped lightly, not able to contain your giddy smile. "Jonathan! That's so cheesy! Who taught you that? Have you been reading those weird romance novels?"

"Yes- I mean, NO! No! I don't read that! I'm a man! Only girls read those!" He spat back, flushing a shade of red you wished you could paint.

"Hmmmmm yeah, right!"

He could only chase you around to hopefully make you stop teasing him. He knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Johnny: Grabs your hand and places it around his arm.

"I gotta say..." You started, happily sipping on your drink, "The best thing about your handicap is how we can skip the line for everything!"

You grinned behind Johnny as you pushed his wheelchair forward, walking around the city for the short time you were in Kansas.

"I know. You'll owe me one by the way." He blankly jested, his tone not matching his humour. You've known him long enough to catch on the little perks of his speech, making you chuckle again.

You balanced your cup with one hand to get a better grip on the chair's handles and got back to pushing him. Johnny was quick to realise you were slowing down every once in a while to drink up.

"Stop." He ordered and you obliged, surprised by the sudden request.

"Huh?" You bent over slightly to try to look at him. "Are you okay? Did you need something?"

"This won't do..."

You walked around to get next to him. You were used to him having his foot falling from the footrest and putting it back before it could hurt him, or needing to reajust his back seat from time to time.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you thought. You would have never expected his next request.

Johnny looked over at you, no words shared, and offered his arm out to you, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"...Jojo?"

"I can move by myself. Drink your tea in peace." He blushed and looked away, sighing to himself.

You couldn't help your smile and endeared look. Your Johnny was always such a kind soul behind what he let show. He was observant and selfless. That's why he wanted to free you the burden of pushing his wheelchair, at least so you could enjoy your drink for a moment.

However it was obvious to you that he wanted you to hold him, so dearly, and had found an excuse for you to do so without asking you such an embarassing question.

You couldn't pass on the cute opportunity, but at the same time, you wanted him to make the first move.

You tilted your head, shooting him a faux confused and oblivious look, letting him know you needed him to be clearer in his request.

He huffed and held back on face palming, cheeks becoming redder by the second. Why were you always doing this to him? Teasing him to no end.

He abruptly grabbed you hand, softening his grip immediately after measuring his strength, and placed it around his arm.

You happily followed his lead and gently grabbed his arm, much sturdier than it looked, and gave him enough space to roll the wheels in pace with you.

"Thank you Johnny~" You chimed happily and he let out the ghost of a smile in response, smile that you sadly missed.

Giorno: Makes you dance with him when you walk past a busker.

You passed along a bay in Naples with Giorno, both of you exceptionnally finishing school early due to the surprising absence of your math teacher.

You both talked and suddenly heard the distant sound of accordion, getting louder and louder the more you walked.

You paused, much more intrigued by the musician on the paved pedestrian street, playing a beautiful song for all to listen to. He was a sweet-looking old man, playing a traditionnal Tarantella, the iconic sound of Italy.

Giorno stopped with you, wanting to hear more of what this busker had to offer. You smiled, appreciating the sweet melody and calculated movements of the instrumentalist.

Giorno suddenly walked up in front of you, bending down at the waist to offer his hand out to you, his intense green eyes inviting you and snatching you out of your rêverie.

"Would you care to honor me with a dance, Y/N?"

You gasped silently and felt your cheeks burn at his words, his voice like velvet.

"W-... What? Right here, right now...?" You hesitated, but still gently laid your hand over his soft one, seeking reassurance in his hold.

Giorno was always a charming and extremely well-mannered boy despite the lack of proper education he had received. You would always tell him how princely he looked and acted, and he never failed to impress you by his eloquence, his broad mind, and his gestures.

But you surely did not expect him to propose you a dance, out in public. The sole idea was making you self-conscious, but also excited.

He ever-so-slightly closed his fingers around yours, expecting your consent with a soft smile. You were always at ease with Giorno, for the years you've known each other. Why would you ever refuse anything he asks you?

Like he had read through your heart, Giorno swiftly pulled you towards him, placing his hand right at the small of your back, keeping you up close and personal.

You giggled at the cheesy and intimate position, placing your free hand on his shoulder and ready to mess up the pace.

"I'll step on your toes!" You playfully warned him and he chuckled, endeared.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Just follow my lead."

The busker, noticing you two, smiled and finished up his song, immediately starting up a waltz, the nicest and sweetest of his repertoire.

Giorno confidently started in graceful and fluid movements. You followed him, guided by his assured poise. You tried not to stare down at your feet, which was easy task once you got captivated by his strong gaze.

You focused on your rhythm and his steps. You always wondered why he had randomly decided to teach you to waltz, but now you were grateful that he did, because you truly felt like royalty, and this feeling was priceless.

Pedestrians gathered, watching, amused by the splendid show before them. Two adorable teenagers dancing and living their youth, accompanying the busker.

You laughed, both from nervousness and happiness, knowing well Giorno would hold up the skies just to see you smile like this.

After stepping on Giorno's poor toes more than often enough, and after almost crashing down on him, you two decided it was time to go.

Giorno made sure to tip the gifted old man handsomely, much more than conventionnal, making him wonder how such a young boy could have so much money to spare.

Jolyne: Shares her headphones with you.

You walked side by side with Jolyne. You had planned on having a nice walk alongside the beach together, but the weather had seemed to betray you two, with unusually cloudy grey skies and cold breezes.

And thus, you were prompted to walk through town instead. You were happy either way, as long as you were with Jolyne, your most favourite girl in the world, it didn't really matter where you went or what you did.

The entire walk was silent and, as much as you knew Jolyne wasn't necessarily the most talkative type, the fact that she hasn't removed her earphones at all from the moment you both joined earlier really threw you off.

You guessed she wasn't in the mood for talking. You could absolutely understand that, but the way she seemed to completely ignore you and cross you out of conversing with her at all saddened you.

Maybe she didn't want to go out at all and she just didn't have the heart to cancel on you.

You looked down, with all these questions plaguing your mind, wondering if you had done something to make her distant.

Before you could drown in more self-doubt, she nudged your arm and grabbed your attention. She was smiling at you with her cute green lips.

You looked at her confused, like you had been dreaming it all about her being upset with you. She looked so excited, suddenly.

She pulled out her green iPod, one that she had decorated with tacky semi-permanent tattoos from an infamous bubblegum brand, and immediately gave you one of her earbuds.

"Girl, you have to listen to this. It's Jimi Hendrix playing, listen, listen!" You obliged and put the earbud on, listening to her song intently, "This man's crazy, what the fuck? And they say lefties can't play guitar..."

You kept on listening, the song in one ear, Jolyne's comments in the other. She was lost in the music, playing air guitar and singing bits of the song. It was absolutely endearing to see her so happy about such a little thing.

"So? So? Did you like it?" She turned to you with a big grin as the song ended, her eyes wide and starry with hope of your validation, "I love this song sooo much, I had to make you listen! How was it? Be honest!"

You chuckled, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and adorable giddiness, "It was really cool Jolyne, you have nice tastes. Send it to me next time."

"Yess!!!" She cheered, pumping her fist in the air in victory. "Alright, let's get some bagels now, I'm starving."

She wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder, tired of the distance separating you. "My treat! Oh! And you have to show me that new group you told me about the other day. Even Hermes is talking about them now."

You couldn't bite back your growing smile as she squeezed you close. Not because of the very appealing call of bagels, even though you were more than looking forward to that, but because of how sweet Jolyne was to you despite what she appeared.

Showing her deepest interests to you when she wasn't much of a sharer was her own love language.

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touyota · 4 years ago

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Hoe Hoe Hoe

☁️ Summary: Satoru Gojo *cough* *cough* I mean Santa Claus jingles your bells on Christmas Eve.

A/N: y’all this fic whooped my ass literally, but i think it came out pretty good. i think my smut is getting better, so hopefully i keep the momentum going for all my future fics. (also ik i’m late for the holidays but better late than never!)

☁️ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Elf Reader

☁️ Warnings: Size kink, bulging, slight breeding kink, gojo’s massive 🐓

The holidays were always an overwhelming time at the workshop. You and your fellow elves worked overtime to fulfill the yearly abundance of Christmas lists that were received, and to be quite frank; you were due for a fucking break. As a head elf, you spent your days monitoring the shop floor and managing quality control. Everything and anything went through you, especially before it got to Santa.

You were handling a crisis on the floor, something about a particular video game console shortage, when you received a message from the big man himself.

“I swear... if I hear another word about how we are out of stock, I will personally shove a candy cane up your ass. We’re fucking elves, just go make some more.“ You shooed the elf off before taking a deep breath. You wanted to tear your hair out, every minor inconvenience didn’t require your assistance, yet they always found a way to you. In a last-ditch effort to keep your composure, you began to practice a method you learned in your weekly anger management meetings.

“One….two….three….four….five” You exhaled, opening your eyes to see a particular pink-haired headache, elf approaching waving and skipping towards you. You started counting faster; hopefully, he’d be gone at the end of your count.

“One..two..three..four..five”

“Boss! Oh, boss! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Fuck he was getting closer. You braced yourself, hoping he was referring to another supervisor standing near you.

“Onetwothreefourfiveonetwothreefourfiveonetwothreefourfive”

“What’s with the counting boss? You must be counting down the hours before we give everyone the best Christmas ever!” Yuji cheesed, barely able to contain his giddiness. Oh, bless his heart, Yuji was somewhat new to the shop and was a hard worker, but a few screws were missing upstairs.

“I have a bomb ticking inside my head.” you deadpanned, hoping to spook him off so you could go hide in your office.

“Oh…..Oh no, boss, you need to get checked out immediately, we need to call the police, the ambulance, the bomb squad, we might have to cancel Christmas. If we cancel Christmas, they won’t get their presents, and they’ll all be upset an-“ It was truly endearing. You could almost see the steam pouring from his ears as he panicked about you and your well-being. You pinched his lips shut before he managed to alert the rest of the workshop.

“Yuji, I was lying…what do you need?” The panic drained from his face, a relieved smile taking its place.

“The big man wants to see you, something about squashing a few last-minute details. He trailed off, focusing his attention on someone in the distance. “Nobara, stop drinking my eggnog, and don't touch my cookies!” Yuji ran off, thankfully abandoning your conversation.

You began your trek to the big man’s office, the big man being Satoru Gojo, direct descendant of Kris Kringle and newly appointed Santa Claus. Gojo was indeed an enigma, barely leaving his office only for special occasions such as Christmas Eve and Christmas itself. The only way you could speak to him was if he requested you directly.

The walk to the office required dragging yourself up to three flights of stairs before you reached the red door decorated with brightly colored green tinsel and oversized candy canes.

You made sure to knock, you weren’t completely devoid of manners, and you wanted to keep your job. A sultry voice sounded through the door.

“Come on in.” You gently open the door, almost tip-toeing in before slowly closing the door.

“You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. I don't bite unless you want me to.” You scurried towards the desk, not wanting to waste any more of his limited time.

“......Sorry, Mr. Claus, I came as soon as Yuji told me he said something about a few last-minute details.”

“He was right; come sit right here.” As inviting as he looked, patting his lap, you took several hesitant steps before perching yourself on his lap. “Get comfortable; we have a few things to discuss, nothing outrageous, just a few... things.” You played the velvet fabric of your skirt as he droned off about the minor details that could’ve been dealt with by any other elf. You grunted in response to the open-ended questions asked. “I think that’s it. Did you get all that?” He skimmed through his never-ending checklist to confirm.

“Oh...um, yes, I did, in fact, I’ll go deal with that right now.” You dust your lap off and lean forward to push up off of the oversized chair. Only to find that you haven’t moved an inch. “Um…...Mr. Claus…I can’t move, and I need to….” you trailed off, disrupted by a gloved hand tilting your chin, forcing you to look directly into those soft blue eyes.

“Tsk tsk tsk, I knew you weren’t paying attention, puddin’.” He faked a face of hurt before using the arm that wasn’t wrapped around your waist to swipe his cluttered desk clear. “I said that-” Pausing to slam your form down unto the oversized desk. “I said that all I want for Christmas is to fuck you until this desk breaks.” He whispered, pressing several gentle kisses along the column of your neck. The room temperature had increased tremendously, and the red wool suit pressed against you made it no better.

“Uh...wow...um, it’s getting kinda hot in here, don’t you think?” You pulled at your collar, hoping to put some kind of separation between you two. You were in no way trying to reject his advances. You were just entirely ambushed by how fast things were moving. Another urgent concern was the sheer size of “Santa.” You were already genetically disadvantaged in the height category as an elf, but this behemoth of a man towered over you. It left you to believe that he was more than proportionate in the nether regions.

“I think you’re right. See, that’s exactly why you’re my right-hand puddin’.” Before you could blink, you were almost instantly rid of your gown, leaving you in your unfortunately modest black undergarments. You pouted, wishing you were given some kind of warning in advance. “Poor baby, next time I’ll let you get all dolled up for me, maybe I’ll wrap you up with a bow and leave you under my tree.” You couldn’t contain your whimper at the thought, roping your legs around his waist, mimicking the same motion with your arms around his neck.

A loud horn sounded off, signaling Santa’s departure was nearing. “As much as I’d love to sit and ravish you till dawn, duty calls.” You were drawn into several more gentle kisses before Gojo deepened the kiss, nearly smothering you. You were on the brink of suffocation when he finally eased up, allowing you to catch your breath. when you felt your panties tugged to the side. “You have such a pretty pussy puddin’. I could sit here and play with it all day long.” Two callused fingers daintily drew circles around your clit, stopping to pull at the sensitive nub causing you to whine at each tug.

“Ah- p-please...Santa” You couldn’t wait anymore. Each stroke brought you closer and closer to your peak.

“Please, what pretty girl? I won’t know until you tell me.” Purposely speeding up his ministrations.

“Please...please...please...fuck me.” You cried out, you could barely contain yourself, and he wasn’t making it any better.

The air knocked out of your chest as the blunt tip of his cock breached your entrance. There was a brief pause before Gojo’s hips slammed forward, setting a brutal pace. You couldn’t form any thought, only incoherent mumbles, and whimpers leaving your mouth. The desk was rocking with each thrust, nearly throwing you off.

“Y-you feel so fucking good, ugh...this sweet little pussy sucking me in. You like that, huh? Using you like a little fuck toy? Y-yeah, you’re Santa’s little fuck toy, you just lay there and look pretty, and I’ll fuck you full of my kids. I’ll make you Mrs. Claus, and you won’t have to work in that shitty little workshop anymore. How does that sound?” Gojo’s cock pounding away at your cervix, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure.

You could almost cry because it all sounded fucking amazing. You were floating on a cloud each stroke. The rhythm was slowing to deep, deliberate thrusts when you felt an oversized hand rest on your belly.

…….Holy shit.

You nearly fainted seeing the outline of his massive cock bulge through your belly. You could tell Gojo was close, skin slapping as his thrusts sped up again. The final press of his palm forcing you over, and Gojo the same with his final thrust. Both of you were murmuring and moaning as he nudged into another breath-taking kiss. The desk finally loses its bearing and falls apart, leaving you both as panting messes on the ground.

You had wood chips in places that they shouldn’t be, and the chuckling giant next to you wasn’t helping. Your quirked an eyebrow up and questioned him. “What’s so funny?”

“I think I need to add a new desk to my Christmas list.”

#satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #gojo x reader #jjk imagines #tw: size kink #tw: bulging #tw: breeding #satoru gojo

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handlewcaare · 4 years ago

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When one read the comic books, being a teenage hero was a helluva lot easier than it was.

Spiderman didn’t have to watch his grades gradually plummet with each “emergency” meeting the Avengers set up for him. Nor did he have to turn in half finished homework because he forgot to do it when he ran off to handle a Behemoth of a beast. It was smooth sails for the likes of some friendly neighborhood vigilante.

Badd wished it was that simple.

He couldn’t complain it was all that rough. Kids at school knew of his devestating strength, so much so that a few would text him about a monster nearby. At times, he’d handle a monster in exchange for a free tutoring session for a class he was struggling in. It was a fair exchange, a life for a decent test grade.

Some people at school would greet him, but he was hardly popular. If anything, he was just as good as company as a cardboard cut out. Someone to briefly pause what he was doing to stoically pose for a photo-op. Though, some people just assumed he wasn’t as friendly as the stature he put on.

“Badd, right?”

His brow arched, momentarily breaking the signature snarl he naturally adorned (it wasn’t a scowl, it was just his face). The voice came from a girl who’s face was speckled with a constellation of freckles. He knew of her, that she was a new transfer student from H-City, but he never got to know who she really was.

“Ya know anyone else that looks like me?”

“Yeah,” the girl remarked, “hate to say it but a pompadour isn’t exactly a unique feat of yours.” Despite his frown, she went on to resume, “I was gonna ask if you had a spare hair tie.”

Out of all the things she could have asked him to do, she asked for a meager hair tie. She might as well have asked a practical mountain of a man to do her makeup. What an odd thing to ask, “how the hell do ya know I even have one??”

What should have been a snide remark about how he always had a spare hair tie for his little sister was accented with a shrug, “The girls in my track team say you do. I don’t mind using my shoelaces though—!”

“Ya can do that??” He implored as he surrendered the hair tie that was nestled within his pants pocket, “wouldn’t it be flying out of yer hair or somethin’ ?”

“You just have to know how to tie it,” after she briefly gave her thanks, she secured her dark hair within a high-ponytail. After a beat, she made a full presentation of the bun atop of her crown. “Ta-da! How does it look?”

“Like a pineapple.”

What insult would have made girls scoff or bark out a bigger insult at him only prompted a wrinkle from the girl’s nose as she laughed. Her grin radiant, almost contagious for a guy renowned for his intimidating glare. It didn’t take the girl long to skip back to her team—‘thanks Badd!’ She would chirp over her shoulder—and he offered a small wave of goodbye to her.

To say it had been the last time they spoke would have been a blatant lie. The girl, who’s name was revealed to be Hikari, would be variant in her greetings. Some days would just be utter small talk: ‘how are you?’ ‘Fine, you?’ ‘Could be better,’ and other days would be exclusively full of excitement. Most notably were they the days that she had just finished her track season or after practice:

“—what I’m saying is that Ayame started acting funny when she dropped the baton,” Hikari said as the two of them sat along the edge of the rooftop during lunch. Her brows furrowed as she plucked a piece of grilled salmon out of her bento box and set it over for Badd to eat.

“Ya still won though, right?”

“Yeah, but it was like something startled her? I can’t say what exactly, but she got a little frazzled after the tournament,” she hummed as she pursed her lips, “maybe ‘m overthinking it.”

“Ya gotta bad habit of that,” he quipped as he took a bite of the surrendered salmon, “she prolly jumped cus she dropped it.”

As it turned out, that wasn’t wholly the case.

The more he talked to Hikari throughout the months in school, the more exposure he got from Ayame. How she often would ask for one of her friends to come with her to the bathroom or how she would stay longer than an hour or two after practice. He wasn’t a psychologist, but Hikari’s concern became more understandable.

Once he was invited to eat lunch with Hikari and her track team, that was when he met Ayame.

As always, Hikari was rather jovial with introductions. Her excitability practically lightened the mood, even when some girls felt a little unnerved to be around a guy who could easily crush a monster’s skull with an indestructible weapon. Those girls he left very well alone for their comfort. The others were met with his gruff nature, he wasn’t sure whether Hikari told them he had a soft spot or not, but Ayame was the one who stood out the most.

The girl was kind and soft-spoken. She loved talking about her cat named Sakusa and she couldn’t help but find pictures of Tama to be an absolute delight. Though, Badd couldn’t lie, Sakusa was just as adorable.

The thing was she couldn’t afford to look him in the eye, nor could she barely manage a tone beyond a small murmur. When Badd would growl out a ‘huh??’ over a mean jest, she would flinch instinctively. Such a response evoked a small ‘sorry’ from the bat-wielding hero.

Lunch became rather awkward between them after that. Fortune came in Hikari’s emotional intelligence, otherwise Badd would have tried to make some means of dramatic compensation. He picked up a giant bouquet of roses for Zenko’s concert when he missed her piano recital once.

It wasn’t until school was no longer in session that he caught a glimpse of Ayame retreat to an older man. Her arms folded across her chest, though the heightened bark of the man made her flinch once more.

The man could have blended in well with the white collar types: nicely trimmed suit, slick back hair and an expensive pair of gloves that would have made Amai Mask green with envy. Their insignia was rather reminiscent to a bamboo lily.

He didn’t just have money, he had money to buy himself out of consequences.

By now, the grip around his signature bat became rigid in a white-knuckled grasp. His storm merely accented with a twirl of his instrument to rest atop of his broad shoulder.

“—and I told you to do the dishes!” The older man exasperatingly barked, “the hell were you doing??”

“I just...” Ayame paused as she shuffled closer to the masonry, “I h-had practice okay? It’s not a big deal—“

“It is a big deal!” His voice was now a tornado that swam tension within the air. His face was beet red and his fists practically quivered from the intensity of his own storm, “I had my fuckin’ brother over and—!”

Without a hint of hesitance, Badd rammed the hilt of his bat directly into the man’s diaphragm. The sheer velocity of his strength evoked a shriek from Ayame and a wheeze from the stranger. Had he known he shattered a rib or two, he probably would have offered a menacing simper.

“Do Yer own damn dishes next time,” when the man attempted to scramble to his full height, Badd hadn’t hesitated to step in front of Ayame. It wasn’t everyday he handled an abusive shithead, but they were marginally easier to handle than a stray papermache volcano come to life.

As the man scowled, his glare dripped over to Ayame, “this isn’t over—!” Once the threat had seeped, Badd simply let his metallic instrument slam into the concrete. A cobweb of weight bloomed under the strain.

“You bet Yer ass it is,”

This was a monster, no doubt, but he had heard from Daichi that some monsters liked to isolate their victims. Norte dam syndrome or something like that. As soon as the man retreated, Ayame began to present signs and symptoms of that.

“He wasn’t going to hurt me,” her voice was distant compared to the staggering man who retreated with a very polite warning. “He was just being an ass, okay? You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know what bein’ an ass is,” Badd scoffed, “and that wasn’t it.”

Being an ass meant Hikari poking fun of Badd crying in the middle of Zenko’s piano performance or Badd poking fun of Hikari not knowing how to do algebra, but being able to chemistry. Neither of them would have dared to clench their fist at the other, let alone make the other flinch in response.

Ayame only shook her head, “no, he just... he didn’t mean it.”

“ ‘s that what he tells ya?”

“Of course not, I—“ she sighed, her small shoulders slumped when she practically hung her head, “look, I know you’re supposed to be a hero, but he’s just a guy. You must have bigger priorities, right?”

Bigger priorities meaning bigger monsters; nothing like the abusive asshole nextdoor. Badd couldn’t help but wonder if that was really what being a hero meant to these people, that they were just as fictional as their comic book alternatives.

Whether the answer was blatant or not, it didn’t matter, “I don’t want ya gettin’ hurt, so call Hikari and stay with her, alright?”

“W-What are you gonna do??”

Badd simply unbuttoned his uniform jacket and let it draped over his shoulders.“ ‘m gonna go be a hero.”

It was a slow day at the notorious deadman detective agency. The gentle hum of the fan being the only company the detective had, among the various files of cold cases he tried to decipher in his day off. He didn’t mind the breaks, rather he milked them as often as he could, but they could be rather tedious at times.

Fortunately, his answer came in the form of his phone vibrating against the table. The caller ID consisted of a simple “Badd”. Chances were that the kid needed someone to pick up his sister or ask about homework he didn’t understand.

“Well, good afternoon to you too,” Daichi hummed leisurely.

“Ay, real quick!” If Badd hadn’t been huffing so much, he wouldn’t have assumed the intensity of the situation required a running start, “ya know anyone who’s got a flower on their gloves?”

There was a pregnant pause when Daichi tucked the phone along his shoulder. What sprawled evidence files had been tucked into their respective cabinet drawers, yet there wasn’t anything that could have resembled a nondescript flower. Aside from the insignia a murderer had carved into the wood of his victim’s furniture.

“What kind of flower was it?”

“Iunno??” Badd grunted, seemingly vaulting himself over a fence from how the chains rattled under his weight, “like a Lily or somethin’ ??”

Had his blood not been lethargic like tar, it would have ran glacial through his veins. He never quite noticed how reminiscent it was to a lilac flower, only that it was scrawled and messy. Though, it would have been a bold assumption to make Badd would keep him alive, “You’re planning on going after him, aren’t you?”

“Yep!”

He figured.

Hastily did Daichi retrieve his beige coat and slid his arms through the sleeves, “don’t do anything like kill him. I’ve been looking into cases like—!”

“Ah, I gotta go. I think I see him!”

“Badd, wait-! Wait, did you hear—?!” When the line was cut off to evoke a triad of monotonous beeps, Zombieman hissed a curse under his breath when he rushed to grab his keys and head to C-City. He didn’t even bother to shelf his evidence back when he bolted out the door.

Kids, he swore...

#one punch man #opm #metal bat #metal bat OPM #character study #Zombieman #Zombieman OPM #what kendall writes.#A.k.a. Badd respects girls and fights abusers #all while his uncle exasperatingly tries to collect evidence

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awful-little-goose · 5 years ago

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Mighty Hegemol relationship headcanons

Me: sees a big boi of a knight, an absolute unit like a really chunky lad

Also me: You. You are coming with me.

Not enough love for the big guy, not enough consideration, needs to be fixed

- If you get to date this behemoth of a teddy bear, then welcome to “you are a baby and you need to be protected at all cost” land

- He isn’t overprotective, he knows that you are a capable individual...but he still is super careful of you

- The guy is a BIG boi, and he’ll use that to his advantage

- By that I mean picking you up and wrapping you in his arms 24/7

- Soft gentle hugs soft gentle hugs soft gentle hugs

- He is such a softie, all cuddles and kisses, and gently spoken compliments, and nice chill moments...

- So that’s a shock when you get to see him go full protection/combat mode

- I mean, surely you had already seen him train with the other knights before, but he always seemed to hold back a lot

- So if you get to ever see this behemoth get mad (which is basically impossible) OH BOI HERE COMES THE “I WILL DESTROY YOUR ASS SO HARD YOUR GREAT GRAND PARENTS ARE GONNA FEEL IT” GOD

- If he gets this level of mad, it will be because you were harmed, or that someone close to him was harmed...physically or not

- But he would never ever be this mad at you

- Or mad at you at all

- Heck, you could stab him in his sleep and he would probably thank you

- He just can’t, that’s it, big no no

- (Honestly, if you ever happen to see him go full destruction, he would be very ashamed afterwards and worry that you might be scared of him. Please hug this poor boi)

- 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓭~~~

- Give him all the hugs, all of them

- If you ever visit him at his job, the man will melt. Might be a bit hard for him to stay focus though, you’re just so irresistible...no you are not allowed to argue with that

- You will also be instantly friendshiped by all of the other knights (especially Ogrim and Isma, who will absolutely thrilled to see their old friend in a relationship)

- The white lady will also be delighted to see the giant chevalier so happy, and she will sometimes find an excuse or another to make you stay at the palace...not that you complain no no, plus it’s not like you could disobey the Queen

- If you know how to fight, Hegemol might accept to fence with you once in a while, but that might be a bit unfair...for him, because he just will be too distracted. Might end up kissing you instead of fighting you OOPS

- If you don’t, he will teach you at least the basis so you can defend yourself if needed...he is a very patient teacher, so don’t worry

- Will slide in a HECK TON of snarky and sarcastic comments under his breath. He has a lot of humor after all. He would muster them just loud enough for you to hear them, just to hear you laugh or at least snicker

- If he comes back from a battle or just a hard day, Hegemol will simply swoop you in his arms and cuddle you. Good night, it’s sleep time now

- If you were the one to have gone through a bad day, he will try to comfort you the best he can. Just tell him what you need, and your wishes will be reality

- In conclusion, just a lovable teddy bear who wants you to be happy

#hollow knight #hollow knight five great knights #five great knights #hegemol the mighty #hegemol headcanons #hollow knight hc #hollow knight headcanons #if you hadn’t noticed yet I am weak for big and huggable characters #dont @ me #mighty hegemol #mighty hegemol headcanons

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lihikainanea · 5 years ago

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bill sneaking into tiger's bed its my freaking mood seriously. if you are in the mood to write more of that kind of thing count on my

Honestly, one of my favourite HCs is Bill either 1) having literally no idea how fucking huge he actually is, and no accurate perception of how much space his gigantic body takes up, and/or 2) severely underestimating his own girth in general. Like, a tiny single bed? Pffft tiger we will both fit into that with plenty of room to spare.

For DAYS I could not get the image out of my head--the image of this stupid idiot, wanting snuggles and comfort and his tiger, looking at a small single bed and going yes;;;;perfect and attempting to crawl into it for cuddles while she keeps like, swatting him away. It warmed my heart. It still warms my heart.

All I want in my life is a giant behemoth of a man so I can literally sit there with my chin in my hands and the spark of love in my eyes as I watch the gentle giant attempt to navigate his universe. Like, trying to text on an iPhone and his fucking hands are just too big to make it easy? I love you. Whacking his head on a doorframe every time he passes through an entry way? Soft giraffe, marry me.

#Leilani answers

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snowbellewells · 7 years ago

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Knight in Training

Here comes another little one shot written looking into possibilities for Season 5 as we awaited it (and the trip to Camelot!) the summer before. There’s some Captain Cobra, some Henry and grandpa Charming, some Captain Charming, and some fun with a Knight of the Round Table (They didn’t turn out quite how I imagined them!). Emma is not actually in this one either, though she is their focus and certainly on all of their minds… Next week, I’ll do some fics from seasons five and six (even though the show will technically be over and many of them were posted on Tumblr back when I first began). I’ve had a lot of fun with this reminiscing and didn’t want to stop quite yet. Hope none of you will mind!

Enjoy!

“Knight in Training”

by: @snowbellewells (TutorGirlml on ff.net)

“On guard, Sir Knight,” Henry bows as he speaks, just as he has been taught, his voice steady and bold. It reminds Killian and his grandpa Charming, who watch from the side of the practice ring, just how much the young man has matured in the past few months since Emma has been gone. As if Henry hadn’t already been growing like a reed, coming up past both his mothers’ shoulders and his child’s voice gradually deepening, it is now obvious in his very bearing and the hard won wisdom in his youthful gaze.

They are standing in the shadow of King Arthur’s famed castle in Camelot, and the young prince, son of both the Evil Queen and the Savior, is facing off against Sir Bedivere of the Round Table in a friendly practice bout. The tall behemoth of a man is considered one of the best with a blade Arthur has at his disposal – after only Lancelot and Gawain – yet he has also proved kindly and welcoming to the newcomers in his ruler’s kingdom seeking Merlin. Though he would not have had to show such hospitality, nor take of his own time to help them acclimate to this realm and entertain them as they wait for some sign of Emma, Merlin, or the next step on their quest, Bedivere has done so. It hasn’t taken long for Henry to take a liking to this gentle giant either. Emma’s son, with his love of the classic tales and awe over valiant heroes, has befriended each of Arthur’s knights in turn upon meeting them. Still, the boy seems especially fond of gallant, soft spoken but wise, Bedivere.

The man’s strength and skill have proven the perfect thing to distract Henry from missing his mother and growing ever more worried the longer they have no course of action or any way to find out how Emma is. Taking up the lessons David had started with his grandson long ago, Henry blossoms under the tutelage of an actual knight of the Round Table, proving as quick and agile as Killian himself, the pirate thinks ruefully as he watches their scrimmage. He is also as resourceful, daring, and scrappy as his street smart mother. Killian wonders briefly if Henry will eventually pass the success as a fighter of both his former princely teacher and his current tutor. The more he sees, the more the Captain feels that – if the situation called for it desperately enough – Henry would be willing to scrap the courtly manners that constrain both his grandfather and the knight and fight dirty if he must – as he himself would, and as Emma would too, for that matter.

Still, Bedivere proves a worthy adversary – despite his traditional methods and style. Thrusting forward on the offensive, he pushes Henry back once more, managing the balance between challenging the novice swordsman yet not threatening the young man’s safety, thoroughly impressing Killian as he observes. He is equally thrilled to see the natural aptitude his Swan’s boy possesses, and Henry’s confidence growing. Right before their eyes, bringing the pirate back to the present, Henry swiftly launches his own assault. Having only retreated a few steps, the youth charges forward, slashing a strong blow across the knight’s blade and countering Bedivere’s attack.

The much larger man rears back for a moment, truly taken by surprise, and then nods encouragement, clearly pleased with his pupil. He swings his heavy broadsword once more. This time, however, Henry is clearly ready and not willing to relinquish his advantage. He doesn’t step back, but instead dodges, then dips, still traveling forward, but sliding effortlessly to a knee and striking upwards, under the thrust of the grown knight’s weapon.

Charming whoops in delight at seeing his grandson score a point so definitively, proceeding to tap the point of his sword on the chest plate of Bedivere’s armor before he stands and resets to start again. Killian simply cannot stop the broad grin he feels splitting his face wide with unrestrained glee. That move was not only skillful and effective; it bucked traditional form and decorum, and it was more than a bit reckless. Henry had made a true pirate strike if Killian ever saw one, and it gives the Captain a ridiculous amount of reassurance to see Henry willing to do what he must to survive. He will need that with the danger in his world and the family to which he belongs.

It is just then that they hear Regina’s voice ring out over the courtyard, calling them in to wash up for the evening meal, her tone brooking no refusal. Killian knows the former villainess had hesitated to let Henry take up sword fighting practice in the first place, and they also know better than to antagonize her, no matter how much she has reformed herself. Glancing up the rolling hill to the drawbridge where Regina stands, Roland Hood at her side, clutching to her skirts and gazing up at her adoringly, they wave to let her know they’ve heard and bring Henry’s lesson to a stop.

“We’d better not keep everyone in the dining hall waiting, guys,” David says good naturedly, hopping down from his seat on the fence, and beckoning them to follow with the assured grace of the ruler he is.

Bedivere and Henry bow to each other and sheath their blades. As they turn, however, Killian sees the invigorated glint of exertion and pride in Henry’s eyes. The lad’s brown gaze sweeps across and connects with Killian’s mischievously, grinning as if he knows what his mother’s True Love is thinking. Perhaps that bit of piracy his Emma possesses has been passed on to her son. Henry winks as if he has heard every word Killian thought, nods his head in the Captain’s direction, and dashes ahead of them up to the castle.

As he follows, Killian cannot help feeling a bit of a spring in his own step. That glimmering look of triumph and just a bit of naughty fun on Henry’s face had been all Swan. The lad reminds him more of Emma with every passing day; the more he gets to know the young prince, the more it holds true. Emma’s boy is quite the plucky fighter, and that serves to give the pirate hope. Henry carries that spark of fire from his mother, and somewhere out there, Killian has to believe that his love is still fighting as well, still holding on until they can see her again.

***One last author’s note: I wasn’t sure which knight to have befriend Henry and continue his sword training, but when I started researching the different knights of Arthur’s circle, Bedivere stood out as a very interesting choice. Not only is he often written as the one who eventually threw Excalibur back into the lake as Arthur was taken to Avalon, but he was looked at as one of Arthur’s best fighters and most loyal followers. Though I didn’t know a lot about him, and we certainly don’t hear of him as much as ones like Lancelot, Percival, etc. He is also often described as being exceptionally tall, strong, handsome, and interestingly enough, one-handed – just like a certain dashing pirate we all know and love. I was hoping to work that into the story in some way but it just wouldn’t fit smoothly in the one shot I ended up with. As it turned out, we didn’t get to see Bedivere on the show, but that’s how he got the supporting role in this little piece!

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Also, if you allow it, reversed 💤 for Kadawei falling asleep on Ven! I honestly just like some small writings, if that is okay o:

(gonna do this both ways, because I have ideas XD)Kadawei Falling Asleep on VenThe day had been a peaceful one, the winds a gentle breeze blowing through the forest like a series of gentle kisses from nature herself, the sky a tranquil ocean of clear blue broken only by soft white clouds. Ven and Kadawei had been traveling together since dawn’s first golden light broke through the abyss of night, the two of them speaking as though they had known each other a lifetime, a friendship born near instantly between these two gentle giants, the gazes cast to one another fond and caring as they explored a verdant woodland.Hours into this lovely trek the friends stopped in a small clearing for a picnic, the foods only what they had gathered during their walk, berries and fruits complimented with fish caught from a stream they had passed along the way. The flavors were delicious despite coming from such humble offerings, the fish cooked courtesy of a fire spell cast by Ven, his silver and red eyes reflecting the flames while the scent of the meat filled the air in a fine aroma.The wanderers spoke while they enjoyed their sustenance, telling of their travels before and goals after, joking in jovial tones and encouraging each other as much as possible. Eventually, however, they began to tire, Kawawei’s innocent yawn bringing a smile to Ven’s face, the green eyed guardian laying her head onto the lap of the man beside her when fatigue took her, her friend laying his hair as a blanket on top of her whilst sending her to sleep with a gentle kiss upon her forehead only to succumb minutes later while gently stroking her hair, her snores and sweet visage lulling him to peaceful rest.Ven Falling Asleep on KadaweiHis wrath was unceasing, the body of his friend Imura laying on the ground behind this peaceful giant turned furious dragon, every memory of her flooding his mind as a river of sorrow as he rampaged with vengeful anger, his dark grey body replaced with the fearsome form of an immense emerald scaled behemoth. with every strike and step the ground shook beneath him, with every breath came flames of such intensity as to immolate even stone, his only thoughts those of the pain in his heart mixed with regret he could not save her and the end those who had taken her from him so richly deserved, though his ire was chaotic and utterly devoid of precise direction. He knew not who had done this, the sword impaling his demon friend to the ground the only hint as to the identity of the killers, though even it was generic, a straight blade affixed to a rounded handle lacking any unique symbols or detailing.With each passing minute the destruction wrought by the wounded soul grew wider, consuming vast stretches of land leaving them charred and crushed as though a meteor had slid along the ground before exploding in a great conflagration, the tears streaming down his face, the sparkling droplets shimmering as they fell from his scales. In the midst of this carnage and confusion a familiar voice rang out, soft and sweet, calling to him brimming with compassion. At first he struggled, his boundless agony clouding his mind, the words spoken to him colliding with the torture in his soul. Gradually the calls made headway, growing from small echoes in the back of a furious creature’s darkened view to a chorus of hope. eventually he turned to face the source, seeing the beautiful face of his dear friend Kadawei, her fawn brown hair blowing in the winds of the firestorm, peaceful green eyes showing the worry consuming her upon seeing her pal lost in the throes of turmoil.the two slowly approached each other, the graceful Elemerian reaching cautiously for the face of the much larger beast before her as he leaned into her touch, eyes closing, scales making gentle contact with soft skin, a new flood of anguish flowing down from shut eyes into her hands cupped on either side of his chin. Her lips touched the front of his snout, a caring kiss placed to calm the raging animal, its effect near instant as he relaxed into her hold, sighing calmly while whimpering from the pain of the loss he had endured, breath cooling from scorching to warming until, with one last exhale, he fell asleep, her cradling what she could of his immense head onto her lap, stroking what she could reach of it.

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the artist | chapter twenty-two

Lucky for us, the virus hadn't returned to full force there in the Northwest at the moment which meant I could return home and sleep in my bed that night. Unfortunately, Joey still couldn't go home and Lars wasn't willing to risk leaving Washington state so as to go back to San Francisco. I didn't think it was fair to either of them given so many people travelled throughout the pandemic just so long as they kept their masks on their faces. At least that was according to Dave, whom I began referring to as “red Dave” to differentiate him from my gardener, whom I referred to as “blond Dave.” Tom also said the same thing, but with a caveat.

“All the times I travelled throughout the pandemic, I probably saw more people not wearing masks than people wearing 'em.”

“Yeah, me, too,” said red Dave, “so I think it's best that, if either of us are to travel, we do it alone in a car, or we do it in stints. Which means it'd be a royal pain in the ass to get back to upstate New York or even some place close by like San Francisco.”

Meanwhile, blond Dave and Stone offered to take me home as part of their trip down to Portland to bring in some new seeds. Before we left for Tacoma, I turned to Joey, Lars, and Chris as the three of them stood before me on the sidewalk with looks of concern on their faces.

“Be safe,” Chris told me as he put his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck. I looked over his shoulder right as Joey's face fell and Lars nibbled his bottom lip and shifted his weight. Caught in between three boys.

“Please be safe,” Chris whispered into my ear.

“I'm going to,” I vowed to him as I turned to Joey and Lars. The former put those long Italian arms around me and I wrapped my arms around that slim little body. As soft and warm as ever. I put my arms around Lars and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

I still had yet to pull The Artist on Chris, I realized as I climbed into the back seat behind Stone. I waved at the three of them but before we could pull away, Joey approached the window to catch my attention. He bowed his head for a look right into my face: stray tendrils of inky black curl caressed over my arm.

“Call me when you get back,” he said in a low voice.

“I will,” I promised him, to which he winked at me. I showed him a smile as I put on my seat belt and my mask. Joey bowed out and blond Dave pulled away from the curb. Red Dave and Tom were back inside of the building so I was met with faint waves behind a pane of glass as we headed off down the freeway.

While it was good to finally return home to Tacoma, and although I was close by, I couldn't help but miss them. They were my friends. And moreover, I had made quite the connection with Joey and Lars. It wasn't that long ago I wondered if there would ever be a soul I could form a deep connection with and walk with together to the very end. Now I had three boys who had fulfilled that wish. For me to love and befriend even in the face of a deadly virus as it returned to pandemic levels.

But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel guilty as I was lying to each of them. I was lying especially to Chris. I hated the fact that I had lied to Chris. I lied right to his face, and yet I wanted to make it right. I wondered if I could do a plan of sorts to break it to him, and do it in a way that was easy on the both of us as blond Dave pulled up to the curb. Like before, we were down the block from my house. Headed our way was a burly guy with a buzzcut walking side by side with a pregnant woman, who was also holding a baby in her arms.

“You guys stay safe, alright?” I told them as I climbed out of the car.

“You, too,” Stone advised me; he lifted his mask from his face to flash me a wink. Blond Dave flashed me the sign of the horns before he pulled away from the curb. I stood back and watched them off in the opposite direction: they were going all the way to Portland, a city I hadn't been to in what felt like forever. I was about to turn back towards my house with the mask on over my face.

“I'll meet you back at the house, honey,” the guy was saying to his wife.

“Okay, pookie pie,” she said, which made my stomach turn a bit. He kissed her and then he stooped down for a kiss on the bump. I watched her cross the street with that baby in her arms and I wondered what was going on there. I returned to the guy who had this intense look upon his face. He looked like a baked ham that had been pulverized with a shovel, like that haircut did not flatter his head at all. The fact he wasn't wearing a mask perturbed me a bit.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked me in a low monotone of a voice.

“Um, sure?”

He towered over me, like a giant among us mortals.

“How can I get a girl like you to go to a show with me once live music comes back into fruition?”

“But, I don't know you,” I told him with a bit of a chuckle. I tried to step past him so as to head back to the house but he stopped me right in my tracks.

“Well, yeah, I know that...” His voice trailed off.

“Do you want me to give you some of my art or something?” I suggested to him off hand.

“If you'd like. Unless you're an art dealer.”

“I'm not an art dealer,” I promised him. “I draw and paint stuff and swoon over boys and that's about it.”

“Good to know. So tell me. What can I do, though?”

“You can start by getting out of my way first,” I commanded as I slipped past him. But he held onto my arm as I was about to get away from him.

“I have a boyfriend!” I pointed out.

“I bet you do,” he sneered.

“I really do,” I insisted as I waved him off. But he was too strong. His fingers hurt: even though the fabric of my jacket, I could feel the calluses on the skin. He was a guitar player.

“Go to live music not make it?” I asked him.

“It's one thing to make it, it's one thing to fake it.” I had no idea what that meant so I tried to get away again. He yanked me in.

“I saw you looking at me,” he sneered.

“I was looking past you,” I corrected him.

“Uh-huh, sure. I always wanna nudge girls like you with my boots.”

“Yeah, but you have a wife, though,” I pointed out.

“She's not my wife,” he said.

“Why'd she call you 'honey', then?”

He didn't reply. All I could think about was how he kissed her and then her big protruding belly.

“Who is she then!” I cried out. He shoved me into the bushes. I held onto my mask. I wasn't going to lose it over this. Not this.

“I'm like a shotgun down your throat,” he growled as he loomed over me. I landed on a web of branches, right on my back. He was bigger and fatter than me, like the possessive flesh fusing behemoth straight out of Stranger Things. Melted people together no matter who they were or if they were dead or alive and grew bigger and stronger in the process. Possessed their minds to bend to his will.

And now he was possessing me and eating me alive. He slammed me to the ground and kept me pinned to the hard surface.

“Scream and you die,” he growled; his breath smelled like an old ashtray that had been used as a toilet at some point. I pinched my eyes closed. I could see him on the back of my eyelids. It hurt and not in the way it hurt me like it did with Chris. He didn't go in with ease like Joey or Lars.

His body was hard and bulky, and I missed the comfort of Chris, the delicate softness of Joey, and the boyish sweetness of Lars.

I popped open my eyes to look at him dead in the face. Broad daylight as he ground away at me. Right into those luminous eyes and the indentation in between his eyebrows. Right at that straight nose. Right at that crooked mouth. Right at that cleft chin.

I wanted to punch him in the face, in that big belly of his, but he had too much of a grip on me.

I knew I was going to remember him for the rest of my life for what he did to me, even as he let me go and I was able to run back home. Lucky for me, I was alone. But unlucky for me, I was alone. Alone with that memory and without anyone to talk to.

Or so I thought.

I picked my phone out of my coat pocket and dialed Joey's number.

Everything was a blur after that. All I recalled was Joey's upstate accent and his gentle voice twisted with concern.

“Hahlly! Hahlly! What happened? Tell me. Tell me everything.”

I sniffled. It was so real and so vivid that it was hard for me to even so much as enunciate the words. It was one thing with him and Chris, but I didn't ask for this with that strange man. I was sincere when I told him I would give him a piece of art as maybe a means of telling him to back off, and he didn't listen to me.

“Hahlly?” Joey's voice broke on the other end.

“I—I was raped,” I whispered to him. There was a gagging sound on the other end and I only knew what that meant.

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Top 10 Biggest Dogs In The World

Man’s best friend has never been so big here are 10 super-sized dogs

#10 Hulk

The heavyweight pitbull Hulk the pitbull is true to his name he’s really a Hulk of a dog weighing in at 173 pounds.

which is almost four times the weight of an average pitbull this super-sized dog has been called the largest pit bull that ever lived Hulk is owned by dog trainer and breeder Marlon granite and despite the controversial belief that Pitbulls are aggressive Brannon claims that Hulk is anything but granite states the Hulk is a softy and he trusts Hulk to play with his son, in fact, Hulk even takes his son for rides on his back and it’s not just Hulk size that’s massive to maintain his super-sized weight Hulk eats four pounds of beef and supplements every single day.

#9 FREDDY

The friendly Great Dane Freddie is a supersized Great Dane and although Great Danes are known for their size Freddie is unusually large standing at 3 feet 4.75 inches Freddie was recently granted the title of the world’s tallest living dog by Guinness World Records in 2018 and Freddie has an appetite to match his height Freddie’s owner Claire Stoneman says that Freddie eats 2.2 pounds of minced beef steak and liver every day and even though Freddie can surely intimidate other animals with his sheer size Freddie is known for enjoying the company of other animals he lives in Essex with his sister Fleur and often plays with other dogs.

#8 LIZZY

The lovely Great Dane Lizzy who lives a laid-back lifestyle in Florida recently made headlines when she was crowned the world’s tallest living female doc this beautiful black and white Great Dane was officially measured at 3 feet 1.96 inches tall her owner Greg sample said that Lizzy had reached that height at 3 years old but that there were no dog measuring tools big enough to measure her eventually he bought a pony measuring tool and was amazed at her height, in fact, Lizzy is so tall it’s hard for her to eat from the floor so she eats her food from a bowl on a chair and although Lizzy towers over the other pets in her home she is extremely gentle and enjoys playing with them.

#7 ZORBA

The massive great Mastiff Zorba was a great mastiff of unprecedented weight and length Zorba who was born in 1981 has since passed away but Zorba’s legend lives on while alive Zorba held not just one but two world records the first world record was for the world’s heaviest dog with a weight of 343 pounds and the second world record was for the world’s longest dog with a length of 8 feet 3 inches and along with record-breaking girth and length Zorba was also unusually tall measuring 37 inches in height Zora lived in London England with his owner Chris Eric lines Zorba died at 8 years old and his cause of death is unknown.

#6 CH SAMSON

the showoff Neapolitan Mastiff Neapolitan Mastiffs are an ancient breed of dog known for their loyalty and CH Samson is no exception Neos, as the breed is often called, are a rare breed of dog but CH Samson is especially rare due to a supersize stature but CH Sampson isn’t just a super-sized dog he’s also a bit of a show-off CH Samson was a show dog and he won numerous Best in Show titles throughout the United States CH Sampson was big right from the beginning weighing 225 pounds when he was only two and a half years old CH Samson has been called the largest most active and most decorated neo that ever lived.

#5 Zeus

the gentle giant great Dame Zeus was a Great Dane that was known for his kind disposition he was also a world record holder before he passed away at age five while alive Zeus was the world’s tallest living dog standing at a staggering seven feet four inches tall he was granted the title by Guinness in 2012 and because of his height he was also quite a heavy weighing in at 165 pounds Zeus lived in Michigan with his owner Kevin door lock where he went through 30 pounds of food every two weeks but Zeus is height was a hindrance at times in fact Zeus was so tall he could actually drink directly from the kitchen sink he was also sometimes mistaken for a horse at first glance and although a dog of this size could have easily intimidated anyone he came across Zeus was extremely kind and soft-hearted in fact Zeus was nicknamed the gentle giant and served as a therapy dog in and around his hometown community.

#4 GIANT GOERGE

the gorgeous blue Great Dane in February 2010 giant George appeared on an episode of The Oprah Winfrey Show where he was officially crowned the world’s tallest living dog by Guinness World Records standing at an unbelievable 43 inches tall and weighing a whopping 243 pounds giant George was aptly named as he was definitely one of the biggest blue Great Danes to have ever lived his owner David Nasser said that giant George slept in a queen-sized bed and that when they flew to film The Oprah Winfrey Show giant George was so big that he was given an entire row of airline seats all to himself giant George passed away in 2013 passing on his title of world’s tallest living dog to his successor Zeus.

#3 BOOMBER

the behemoth Lancer Newfound land boomer is a massive Lancer Newfoundland who measures 36 inches tall Newfoundlands are notoriously large as a breed but boomer supersedes even the largest of this massive breed the average weight for a Newfoundland is 130 to 150 pounds but boomer tips the scales at 180 pounds to maintain his size boomer plows through 20 pounds of food per week when boomer was a pup he grew at such an alarming rate that he actually ripped through stitches he had received from a hip surgery his owner Caron Weber originally named him Ripley after Ripley’s Believe It or Not when he was a pup due to his size however as boomer grew boomer seemed a better fit given his deep booming bark so she changed his name.

#2 GIBSON

the famous Harlequin Great Dane Gibson was a gorgeous Harlequin Great Dane who is not only known for his height but also for his love of the spotlight in 2004 Gibson was granted the honor of the world’s tallest dog by the Guinness Book of World Records and this title paved the way for Gibson’s subsequent fame Gibson was a Harlequin Great Dane although he was often mistaken for a Dalmatian given his Dalmatian like coloring Gibson was forty two-point two inches tall and although he looked like he weighed 180 pounds, Gibson was a therapy dog by trade but he quickly rose to fame through numerous television appearances Gibson was great with a camera and truly seemed to enjoy the spotlight this allowed Gibson to appear on numerous television shows and advertisements including The Oprah Winfrey Show The Ellen DeGeneres Show and The Tonight Show along with his size and telltale coat George was also known for his trademark bandana which he wore everywhere he went sadly, Gibson was eventually diagnosed with bone cancer and although he put up a noble fight George succumbed to cancer in 2007 at the age of 7.

#1 HONG DONG

exquisite Tibetan Mastiffs Hong dong is not just super-sized he’s pricey in fact Hong Dong is officially the world’s most expensive dog Hong Kong is a red Tibetan Mastiffs which is an incredibly rare and expensive breed of dog Tibetan Mastiffs are one of the oldest dog breeds in the world and it’s believed that the legendary Genghis Khan kept one as a pet so it’s no wonder that Tibetan Mastiffs are a sought-after breed for dog enthusiasts but when Hong dong was purchased by a private buyer for 1.5 million dollars pong dong made headlines for his unprecedented purchase price even his breeder Liu Lang of the Tibetan Mastiff garden in Lao Zhang China was surprised that his prized pup was able to fetch such a startling price tag at the time of purchase Hong dong was only 11 months but he already weighed 180 pounds and stood at 3 feet hi his gorgeous fluffy red coat also added to his overall girth making this already super-sized pup seem even larger than he was long dong was a pampered pup while under Liu Lang’s care consuming only luxurious high-quality Chinese delicacies like chicken beef sea cucumber and abalone the name of Hong dongs buyer has not been made public but laying believes that the buyer purchased Hong Dong so that he could breed him given that Hong Kong is an exquisite and perfect specimen the sheer size of this Tibetan Mastiff and his super-sized price tag has earned Hong Dong the top spot on this list of 10 super-sized dogs.

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