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hazbinsponsoredbyvee · 1 month ago

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My brain would not shut the fuck up for 2 seconds, so to satisfy it, have a compilation of out of context questions and shitty takes:

1. So I sold my soul to Alastor for jambalaya (would've done it for free frfr), what do i call you now? Sir? Boss? Daddy? AHEM, what do your souls even do? Will I just join the hotel? Cuz I'm fine with that.

2. Can Angel shoot webs out of his ass? (I don't know where the fuck this came from)

3. Husk, do you blink slowly at the people you trust and love? Cuz cats do that.

4. Charlie do you bleat like a goat?

5. Does Alastor taste like venison? Experience rut? Also, can you make different calls besides squeaks and bleats? Do your horns get stuck on shit? Ever broke Vox's screen with a 'love tap'? Also did you know there's a ship with you and your mom? That shit is vile

6. Do y'all know Lilith is just in heaven, drinking a slushie on the beach while y'all are out here suffering?

7. Luci what's your opinion on the other sins? (All of em)

8. Vox what your best 'Alastor got drunk and cuddly story?' Also did you ever convinced him to wear a dress? (I'm not talking about the bets, talking about you actually managing to convince him yourself, no strings attached, to wear a dress.) Is your dick a cable? Do you eat batteries? And are you aware of how creative your simps are? (ESPECIALLY ON PINTEREST ISTG PEOPLE ARE NOT WELL)

9. Vaggie, did you ever watch Encanto and notice that Mirabel sounds like you? Also, you're Spanish, right? (Yay, like me, matchy), what's your fave dish?

10. Val what was the fucking point of trying to drug Vox? Like? Even if it worked, Alastor would've fucked you up so hard your dick would come out of your mouth. Did you just think he'd be mad at Vox for getting fucking raped? Idiot.

11. Husk, did you ever perform in front of a crowd? Because if I'd have your voice, I'd never shut up.

12. Niffty, have you heard of Vox's employee, Baxter? He's like Sir. Pentios but a way better bad boy, about your height, and a mad scientist. Bet he could make experiments on your bugs and find new ways to kill em or sum.

13. Velvette, my fucking queen, on my knees for you, ugh, it's your voice or your personality, idk what, but I want it. Give it. I love u queen. What's your fave dress you ever made?

14. If Vox would be a princess, he'd be a greedy princess. I scouted the internet for anything, and after being reminded that El Dorado exists, I think the best I found is Chel. She's smart and greedy, and wants more gold. That's the best i found. Or just fuck it and you're Ariel but a shark. Now I have to draw that.

15. Angel did you discover you were gay back when you were alive or in hell? Also, how was it Italy? I plan on visiting and maybe going to a concert at it, cause the language sounds so fucking pretty and idk how to describe it, just beauty.

16. So, Alastor, is Niffty in a contract with you afterall, or did she just exist in your house one day and you just adopted her? Also, Charlie can now technically call you dad, cause your her mom's boyfriend, so maybe stepdad? Second dad?

17. Charlie girl, you did it! You fixed your mommy issues with your dad, your new mom, and your mom's boyfriend.

18. Hazbing hotel should be renamed issues hotel, cuz we got Daddy issues (Angel, Alastor, Husk I think?), Mommy issues (Charlie ((she kinda solved them)), Pentios maybe), parent issues (Husk ig, Vox, maybe velvette? Cuz if she was just 19 ((young kween, we stan u girl)), I imagine her parents sucked ((boo, tomato tomato))), uh, just straight up issues (Luci, Vaggie, I recon Val had a shitty life) and a shitton of trauma.

19. Alastor did you wear cattle shoes back when you were alive? Also, how is New Orleans? I think it looks really pretty and has a beautiful beautiful culture. Maybe if I have money, I'll visit! See where my fave serial killer murderer came from. Also, is French hard to learn? I'd like to give it a shot. Last thing: drop that lash care girllll, why do men have such pretty lashes? Scratch that, why are men like you so pretty?

20. Be gay, do crime, eat boys up, idk, peace ✌️

—a very sleep deprived bird anon

"Boss will do just fine. And you can do as you please - I'm not like some, who require their souls to tirelessly work for them. I'll call on you if I have need."

2. Can Angel shoot webs out of his ass? (I don't know where the fuck this came from)

"Uh, no."

3. Husk, do you blink slowly at the people you trust and love? Cuz cats do that.

"Not that I'm aware of."

4. Charlie do you bleat like a goat?

"Um, no, I'm... not a goat."

"I suppose my flavor profile might bear some similarities to venison, but I imagine I do taste rather different. I don't experience rut, I can make different sounds, and no, my horns do not get stuck - I can shrink them easily. I have broken Vox's screen while fighting and when he's attempted to wake me up, but I wouldn't qualify either as a 'love tap'. And I do wish you hadn't shared that."

6. Do y'all know Lilith is just in heaven, drinking a slushie on the beach while y'all are out here suffering?

"Yeah, you're not the first person to share that. But Charlie doesn't know, and I'm keeping it that way until I get more answers. It would crush her."

7. Luci what's your opinion on the other sins? (All of em)

"They're like family, and like most families, I get along with some more than others. Ozzie is definitely who I'm closest to, Bee's always fun, Lev's cool, Belphi's great, Satan and I butt heads sometimes, and Mammon... can admittedly get on my nerves."

"I'm not telling you a whole story when you asked so fucking much. No, I haven't gotten him in a dress outside of the bet. Do you have any idea how much he hates deviating from his look? And no, my dick is not a cable, and I don't eat batteries. But yes, of course my simps are very creative. Right, Mel?"

9. Vaggie, did you ever watch Encanto and notice that Mirabel sounds like you? Also, you're Spanish, right? (Yay, like me, matchy), what's your fave dish?

"I haven't noticed that, and um... as I've mentioned before, I don't really have any memories before joining Adam's army. I used to think I was Heavenborn, but I get these flashes, and... I think I might be from Central America? I don't know. I do love tamales, I know that."

"They weren't even together yet. Alastor wouldn't have even known anything happened, if you idiotas hadn't gotten involved. Voxxy just would have chosen to stay with me, and their little budding romance would have fizzled out as it should have."

11. Husk, did you ever perform in front of a crowd? Because if I'd have your voice, I'd never shut up.

"I mean, I used to be a stage magician, so... yeah."

"Ooooh, Vox, I want to meet Baxter!"

13. Velvette, my fucking queen, on my knees for you, ugh, it's your voice or your personality, idk what, but I want it. Give it. I love u queen. What's your fave dress you ever made?

"Everything I make is the best - how the fuck can I pick one favorite?"

"Haven't seen it, so I'll take your word for it."

"When I was alive, and uh... yeah, my family's Italian, but I'm from New York. Lived there my whole life. Neva' been to Italy."

"Niffty is my friend - of course I don't own her soul! And I was already a father-figure to Charlie, but I never seriously meant that she should call me dad."

17. Charlie girl, you did it! You fixed your mommy issues with your dad, your new mom, and your mom's boyfriend.

"Uh... I don't think that's how that works..."

"Fuck off, my dad was awesome."

"And for the last time, I don't have 'daddy issues'. My mother did just fine on her own."

"I did, and New Orleans is indeed beautiful. I strongly recommend a visit! And I must admit, I don't speak fluent French. I can speak some Creole French that I picked up throughout my life. It was never something I studied, though. As for your last question, I'm afraid I don't quite know how to answer that."

Note from Mel: Please only send one or two asks at a time. This was a bit overwhelming, and it makes tagging complicated.

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wrenly-05x · 2 months ago

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some of my poems

body:

she didn’t want you for your body

she wanted you for your love

she reminded you of a toddy

while you remind her of a dove

she wished you wouldn’t use her

she wanted your love to run free

but this is hard

when you break her heart into shard

she’s like glass

she can break easier then you may imagine

she’s just your “lass”

i guess this had to happen

you’ve proven to her your js a boy

not a man

your just a playboy

was this your plan?

to break an innocent girls heart

she wanted to show you her art

but you didn’t care

she called you her “hug bear”

once you realised she wouldn’t give you her body

that she wouldn’t be your “toddy”

you left

you should be charged with theft

sexual assault:

its the sad thought of that one man

the man who cannot be named

as if he was named

you would be blamed

as a woman

the fear or a mans hands at night

his greedy finger tips

afraid that he may bite

afraid of the touchy bits

afraid that if you spoke up that you’d be blamed

as the man who cannot be named

said to them “but she was wearing”

what about her caring

what about her concent

the victim knows you did it with intent

yet you still deny it

you still deny the bit

where your fingers tips touched her body

remind yourself now, that she’s not your toddy

she’s not a toy

that your just a boy

not a man

as if you were a man,m

you would act as such

you wouldn’t have had to touch

her body is a fortress

you’ve put her in distress

you’ve given her trauma and pain

why couldn’t you have just used your brain?

if you used your brain

she wouldn’t be in this strain

all it takes is one relapse:

relapsing every night

he is not alright.

did anyone care at all

he felt so small

like anything could knock him down

he felt like a clown

all his confidence was lost

he went ghost

the blade was his only friend

somehow he managed to pretend

until he made a friend

and the friendship didn’t end

this time it was real

it was the real deal

him and his friend against the world

but soon he was feruled

a relapse

and everything seemed to collapse

he couldn’t pretend anymore

it all came to an end.

gods son:

one pill, two pills, three pills

he can’t seem to play the bills

his heads messy

he gets called “stressy”

he downs the pills

school says he has no skills

he’s dyslexic

people say he’s sick

nobody understands his pain

and he doesn’t use Gods name in vein

he wants a girlfriend

who doesn’t expect him to “send”

he’s Gods little boy

he’s not going to want to be a toy

but there’s a problem

he’s tired of the boredom

lonely, he’s mad

alone, he’s sad

wanted a hug from an angel:

she’s alone,

he’s above,

she’s wearing her clone,

he is her dove,

they long each other,

she needs another,

he’s dead,

she lies alone in her bed

missing him,

she’s slowly turning slim,

jealousy:

she watches them post each other

she needs another

her heart is slowly breaking

she’s shaking

no pain can compare to her heartache

she remembers the lake

jumping over it with him

she’s dim

she doesn’t know what to do when she sees him in reality

no one will ever agree

but she loves him still

he went for the kill

all her friends say he’s “horrible”

but she still thinks he is and was adorable

love:

love, love, love,

he reminds her of a dove,

she looks at his green eyes,

when she sees him she becomes paralysed,

lost in his mind,

he is so kind,

she is his,

he is hers,

no love can compare to these two,

as they lay under the sky as it turns blue,

but there is a problem,

he has jealousy issues,

she has commitment issues,

she runs when she feels the need,

but she doesn’t mean to mislead,

he gets angry and cries when he’s jealous,

angry, he is overzealous.

they are just the typical love birds

poem:

i can’t be bothered to be the writer,

why can’t i be the one wrote about?

the soft love poems,

the deep heart felt messages,

i’m always the one with the pen,

but never the ink on the page,

my mum always told me i have a big heart,

but i think i’m just scared of being left behind,

because even though i want to be the poem,

i’m always the one writing the story.

Wanting to be loved:

in the depths of my soul,

in the parts i cannot control,

my inner child sits,

the loneliness hits,

longing for a loved one,

but i find every-time i love, i run,

afraid, i leave,

afraid i’ll have to grieve,

i have commitment issues.

#original poem #poems and poetry #poem #sad thoughts #writing!#writing #writers and poets

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rainbowuniversepageantsys · 4 months ago

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Celebrity Foolishness!

So it seems some celebrities are not taking my knowledge of black magic and dream infiltration very well. I have the ability to block it and I am no different than anyone else cerebrally except I may use more of my brain because I choose to so that's all you have to do. Furthermore, it's not necessary to attack or target someone I love to prove that you are all powerful just because you have a famous name in Hollywood so trying to attack me is not going to get rid of me. You have to literally approach me in person and put a gun to my head and pull the trigger (not in a dream though, lol, that's funny). So the celebrity couple that just attempted to attack me you need to know it didn't work. I blocked you and I can do it again if you try it again. I post names because people are deliberately attacking me out of jealousy from what one famous person is saying and trying to get away with and so if you listen to this person and set out to harm me then you appear to be racist too so you need to grow up and seek God for answers to questions that "Mr. Hollywood" cannot answer for you. All of your fame and money and your name will not get you out of evil and crimes that you choose to commit in a world where we strive to abide by the law, treat everyone the way we would desire ultimately to be treated and consider out frailties and limits as barriers to keep us friendly, loving and respectful towards one another. If you can't manage that then you should turn yourself in and reside in a jail cell, a prison block or a mental institute with maximum security. If you attack me or my family I will post your name so you can wake up and leave me alone and if you keep it going you just may be a part of a lawsuit your money can't get you out of because I'm not greedy and I don't take bribes and I may not ask for money at all. Stop the madness white celebrities and mexican females with severe vendettas against black people. We have a woman of color of African American and Indian decent in the white house who may take the seat in the oval office as the President of the U.S. one day so be careful (I am sure she is there for all of us). The black lives matter is merely a wake up call to remind racist people that we can all coexist on this planet without the foolish jealousy of another's skin color. It's not worth it and if you have kids you should be ashamed of yourselves. I won't back down and I will never stop defending myself. I am a youth advocate and youth need to see some strength and sensibility in adults as well as courage to fight back when they need to so they don't run to sex, drugs and alcohol to solve their problems which by the way, never get solved that way. They just get worse. Think about your children, your dependents, the little ones that look up to you now and will remember what you did yesterday when they are older tomorrow. They are watching!

Let's serve one another with love. That's what we are here for! Ignore satan. He's dumb. Be smart!

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theprismaticvoid · 1 year ago

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I'm in a rambling mood tonight and I just kinda wanna talk about something meaningless. A friend put these tags on a post she retweeted tonight and it just kinda got me thinking (not in a bad way, not mad at you or throwing shade Jade <3)

I feel like this isn't an uncommon sentiment tbh. I don't think anyone would have an issue with advertisements on the internet if they were small, unintrusive banner ads. If a website had a little banner for coca-cola or the latest blockbuster movie, it wouldn't really matter to me or many other people; we basically have the same thing going on with billboards along roads and nobody really complains about those.

And it got me thinking about the reason why we're in this advertising-hell we are now, the constant war between sites trying to either guilt-trip you or lock you out entirely if you use adblock, adblockers trying to get around their detection methods, and users spreading methods to get around the guilt-tripping/lockouts of sites

I think it's easy to just say that companies got greedy and kept demanding more intrusive ads, stepping it up from simple banner images to flashing animated banners to entire videos that they want autoplayed with volume on whenever you open a page, to the point where adblock became necessary to have a good viewing experience, meaning the less extreme ads weren't profitable anymore because less people were seeing them.

I think that's definitely a big part of it, but I don't think it's the whole explanation

And then I suddenly remembered, flash player. Back in the late 2000s/early 2010s, it was everywhere. Nowadays I think most people just remember it for games and video players, but it really was for EVERYTHING at the time - including ads.

That was before HTML5, before it was as easy to make a site dynamic with just stock Javascript - if you wanted to do anything more complicated than images and links, you needed something like Flash Player to do it (that's a bit of an exaggeration, but still, you get my point).

So, advertisements wanted to make things more dynamic than just a banner GIF - more complex animations, reacting when you put your mouse over them, multiple buttons for different sites, etc., and so they were flash applets.

And the important thing about Flash Player is that it was horrible for performance. Flash was a resource hog even with well-programmed stuff, and a LOT of ads at the time were poorly programmed, super inefficient for how simple they were.

I had an absolutely terrible laptop back in 2014/2015, just a very slow clunker that could barely handle browsing the web most of the time, and I remember opening Task Manager and killing Flash Player around every half-hour or so because the advertisements on sites like TVTropes or Wikia were both so abundant and so poorly-programmed that Flash would be taking up like 75% of what little RAM my PC had at the time. A lot of the reasons people recommended installing adblockers was because of the massive performance increase you'd get from not having all of those resource-hogging applets active at once.

So it makes me wonder, would we still be in this ad hellscape we are now if Flash Player hadn't existed, or at least been better programmed? If every flashing banner at the time hadn't been its own independent program running on a slow virtual machine for very little benefit?

I mean, the answer is probably yes, we still would've gotten companies who got too greedy and tried to force more and more intrusive ads on us constantly - but I can't help but wonder how different things could've been if it weren't for all those years of your tabs instantly coming to a screeching halt just because an advertisement wanted to have two links at once and the developers decided the best way to do that would be to make the entire thing a Flash applet.

TL;DR: I'm holding Adobe responsible for every single time I see one of those "Hey, please disable your adblock. We neeeeeeeeeed to show you the most obnoxious advertisements on planet Earth or else our multi-billion dollar company won't be able to keep the lights on :(" messages from a megacorp that could definitely stand to cut corners in other ways instead of trying to guilt-trip people into having a worse experience for their own benefit.

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outivv · 2 years ago

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— toxic traits —

Synopsis: toxic traits I think they have

Warnings: itto? Manipulative. Ayato? Manipulative on purpose. Also very much not proofread (I’m sorry to anyone who read this before I came back and fixed my mistakes)

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: itto, shenhe, yun Jin, ayato, yelan, kuki shinobu, and Heizou

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: IM BACK AT IT AGAIN. Anyways quick disclaimer, this is just based off of my own options of characters and what I interpreted from them in quests/ events/ etc. if you do not agree with me… okay??? Just don’t be rude please an thank you! <3

— Itto —

Overly angry, and stubborn when mad. Itto is someone who’s not afraid of conflict, and who can get… passionate, and childish especially during a fight led by pure emotions. He sometimes catches himself, and apologizes profusely afterwards, but is that truly enough? After he just screamed at you… to be fair you did the same so… are you in the wrong? It sends you into a flurry of emotions and thoughts that you have to step away for a moment. He gets to scared you’re leaving him he practically begs you to stay. The clinginess, is a sharp contrast to the anger you saw on him before, it makes you… guilty. Maybe you are in the wrong… he always makes you feel like the bad guy even if he doesn’t mean to. He’s just so… unaware.

— Shenhe —

Love is something shenhe is unfamiliar with. Sure cloud retainer took care of her but it was never purely out of love. Shenhe isn’t even sure if she can love, with how powerful the red ropes are. She loves you… she thinks, but she looks at you like you’re a burden, like she wants to be rid of you. She treats you like any other person, not her partner, she doesn’t even seem to care. She wants to love you, she wants to give you all that you deserve, but she emotionally can’t. Even if she promises to.

— Yun Jin —

Hides your relationship to the extreme. She has to, it’s not that she wants to she loves you so much! But she literally has to or else her manager would kill her. Her manager told her to break up with you but yun Jin held her ground I’ll give her that. You can rarely been seen out in public with her, and if you are it’s strictly platonic. Even then some things cross the boundary of what you’re allowed to do. She tells you that she does love you, and that it’s just an act in public but you can’t help but feel… sad going out into public with her. Her acting is a little too good at times…

— Ayato —

Fakes his feelings, even towards you. He’s had to, I mean he’s a politician, he works with greedy, and manipulative people, and the only way to get ahead of them is to beat them at their own game. At least that’s what you want to believe, that he’s “had to be this way, to provide for him and his sister.” but in reality- maybe he was always like this. I mean, you can’t remember the last time you knew that his feelings were real.

— Yelan —

So secretive. Hides the simplest things from you, it’s like she doesn’t trust you. It’s not that, she just doesn’t trust anyone. You are no exception. You think that maybe you can earn her trust, so you do everything in your power to achieve that, to have her trust you. But nothing works. It’s like she just doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to learn to trust, because she’s seen how people can betray one another. You are no exception.

— Kuki Shinobu —

So willing to help everyone and anyone. That wouldn’t be a bad thing on its own, but it’s when she comes home from a long day of work, and helping itto, that she doesn’t have the energy to spend on you most times. It hurts a bit that you’re one of her final concerns. She tries, she does, but she just… is so tired, and tries her best to take of herself, that she can’t put her attention on you sometimes. Mentally, and physically, that she just… can’t.

— Heizou —

He takes every chance to fool you. Most of it’s harmless pranks, but when his confidence gets to be a little too… much, he can take it a little far sometimes. He apologizes profusely when he realizes what he’s done, but even a billion sorry’s aren’t enough sometimes.

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xxsabitoxx · 3 years ago

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Shinobu’s NSFW A-Z

Warnings: contains smut!

A/N: In honor of Shinobu’s birthday, y’all are getting a second post todayyyyyyy — once again, prompts are from @ fairy-tail-babes

A = Aftercare

She’s so sweet. I’m talking like massaging you, running a bath for the two of you. Just cuddling in general. She’s so damn sweet

B = Body part

On her: she likes her ass and hips

On you: she loves your chest and stomach

C = Cum

She isn’t a huge fan of messy sex so if her partner is male she would rather them come inside or at least somewhere on her that’s easy clean up

With women loves trying to make them squ!rt lol — she herself isn’t much of a squ!rter tho

D = Dirty Secret

The main reason she doesn’t like degradation is because it will actually make her cry

E = Experience

Honestly she had no time to even experiment before meeting you, so her experience is practically none

F = Favourite Position

Scissoring is a personal favorite when she has female partners

When she is with male partners she prefers cowgirl cause it gives her more control

G = Goofy

She’s pretty serious during sex, maybe making a few snarky comments here and there

H = Hair

I think she’s usually clean shaven / waxed down there but only when she has time

Normally she has a bit of hair but she doesn’t let it get like super grown out

I = Intimacy

I think she’s fairly romantic during sex, but she’s also like…horny. So sometimes she’s not super romantic

J = Jack Off

Similar to her experience, she has so much to do that she really doesn’t get the time to do things like that

Usually if she has a night to herself and you aren’t present she may

K = Kink

Degrading (giving)

Master / slave

Bondage

Begging

L = Location

Anywhere so long as you don’t get caught. There are alway wandering eyes at the butterfly estate

M = Motivation

You. You are literally her motivation

Nearly everything you do low key turns her on

N = NO

Absolutely no age play. It freaks her out especially since she’s a big sister. It turns her off

Also, no face fucking if you are a Dude. Low key makes her mad

O = Oral

Receiving and she’s a bit greedy about it

She likes to give oral as well, but she likes to use it as a reward

P = Pace

She’s putting 110% effort into everything she does

She’s usually going a moderate pace that is a bit hard

Q = Quickie

Always down for a quickie. She’s a busy lady after all

R = Risk

She is okay with the risk as long as no kids are around. She’d die if Kanao or one of the little butterfly babies caught her

S = Stamina

Oh she can keep going until you are done. She could totally go all night if you wanted

T = Toy

Modern universe real quick lol. She loves toys, she finds sex a little boring if they aren’t added in

Canon universe tho, she’ll find ways to incorporate toys. Anything is one…if you try hard enough

U = Unfair

Oh she is totally greedy during sex, she loves to hear you beg

V = Volume

Fairly loud. Definitely doesn’t try to hold back any moans when she knows people can’t hear her

W = Wild Card

She wants you to literally abuse her breasts, she’s a fan of breast play / torture

X = X-Ray

Why is it so easy to describe a dick but low key awkward to describe a puthy. Like the adjectives are questionable lmaooo

I think she has a puffy (?) labia majora, you can’t see anything else unless you spread her apart

Forgive me for being awkward y’all.

Y = Yearning

She has a high sex drive but she is able to manage / ignore it when she’s busy

Z = Zzz

She usually goes to do some work or research after

Or she’ll spend time with you until you fall asleep

#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer smut #hashira #demon slayer headcanons #kocho shinobu #shinobu kochou #shinobu x y/n #shinobu x you #shinobu x reader #Shinobu smut

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jarofstyles · 4 years ago

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Can you guys do a cowboy h check in since we got the snl pics!!! Hopefully some smut... please

Yes 😎 - D

“Fuck me.”

Y/N felt hot. There was no other way to describe it. Nothing got her going more than seeing her man out at work.

While Harry did tend to work a lot with the business aspect of the ranch now, he always filled in duties and when it meant working the field and herding the cows, that was no exception. Today though, it was lifting and putting the bales of hay up into the loft with a few of the ranch hands and Matt.

Her eyes were glazed as she sat on the fence, petting one of their older mates who wanted some attention. Harry always looked good, of course. But there was something about him taking off his flannel after hauling heavy stacks of hay up to the loft, sweat dripping down his face and body as he wiped it with the dry bit of his shirt that had him going.

A throb in between her thighs, watching as he leaned his head back and let the cool breeze wash over his body as he finally got a moment to rest. Her mouth watered as she watched his sweat damp hair be finger combed out of his face, a smile on his flushed cheeks as he laughed at some sort of joke being told. The bottle of water in her bag was the perfect excuse to get a better look.

Harry was hot and a bit out of it from the heat he raised, only realizing his pretty girl was coming over when the wind caught a bit of her sweet cherry blossom scent and waved it over. He could recognize it anywhere.

“‘Scuse me. Got to go see what my woman needs.” He murmured, getting a pat on the back as he walked towards the girl. She wore a blue checked sundress today, actually buying into the country look- and god if it didn’t get to him. “There y’are, gorgeous. What are you doin’ out here?” He asked as he approached. She had a bit of a look on her face though, almost like she was drunk? That had him a bit confused.

“Was just walking around. Saying hi to Cinnamon.” She nodded over to the mare. “Was gonna bring yoh a water cause....” her eyes dropped down his body, taking in the droplets of sweat and making her tongue wet. “Y��look like you need it.”

Sometimes he could be oblivious, Harry. He wasn’t unaware of the fact he was attractive. It just wasn’t in the forefront of his mind. It drove her absolutely mad. She felt... he had to know what he was doing. When he took off the cap and dropped his head back, drinking the water up quick and messy, greedy, she almost moaned. The water dripped down his slick chin and her poor cunt... her clit was already swelling and needy, her body soft and ready for the taking. He needed to touch her.

The water was finished and it was sure to say, so was she. Harry watched in a bit of confusion as she approached further, wanting to warm her that he was sweaty and probably not a joy to touch. But his mouth seemed to dry right back up as he watched her glazed over eyes and her hand grab his belt buckle, coming to rest her other hand on his slightly sticky chest.

“Do you know how insane you make me?” She whispered coyly. Their bodies shielded by the truck, she pushed for him to lean against it. “When y’walk around and look the way you do? When you.... sit there and look so fucking sexy doing all that hard work?” She asked, looking nearly frustrated now. Her hand left his belt and tugged his hand between her legs.

“Feel.” She pressed it up against the damp fabric. His mouth dropped open, brows shooting up in surprise after her behavior. They’d been adventurous before and all that. But he was completely taken off guard by her risky move. They’d talked about it but... seeing it happen in practice was something else.

He curled his fingers against the fabric feeling as it was soaked through and hot to the touch. “Did you....” he swallowed, dropping his voice. “Did you get this wet just from watching me work?” His question received a whimpered nod, hips moving slowly against his hand. It was quite a victory for him. He hasn’t done a thing and he had his girl worked up to bits.

His own cock began to thicken at the mere idea of it all. Her leaning against the fence and watching him, thinking about how he got just as sweaty during their more intense sex and how she was probably wanting to bite him.

“Mhm. Yes sir.” She whispered a “just... look so good like that. It’s so sexy when you get all sweaty m’your working, all your muscle and your scruff.... and you fucked me so, so good last night.... I wanted more.” She pressed a peck to the middle of his chest before laying her tongue flat. Licking the slightly salty skin, dragging it up to his neck and ending with a bite on the smooth expanse of it.

Harry groaned, his hand closing around her hair and taking it in a makeshift ponytail. He was about to crash his mouth back on to hers when he heard a call.

“We’re showering and heading to the bar. Meet you there?” It was Matt, and Harry could hear pickup’s starting.

“Yeah. See y’there!” He managed to keep his voice steady as he felt y/n’s mouth lick up behind his ear, his hand working between her legs on its own now and her nails digging slightly into his chest as she pressed herself into him.

As soon as he watched the last of the men roll away? He was tired of waiting. Opening the backseat of his truck, he climbed up and lifted her up with him. Manhandling her and making her straddle his lap.

She giggled, hands going for his belt and trying her best to yank it off before the zipper of his jeans was down.

“Need it. Need you to be inside of me, H. You’re so... fucking hot.” She whimpered, not even taking a moment to take off her panties. As soon as he was fished out of his pants, she began to rub the tip through her folds, tugging the fabric to the side.

“Just can’t help it, can you?” Harry laughed lowly as he felt her hot pussy against his cock. Being dragged through it and feeling it slick him up, it was heavenly. But not as much as when she sank down on him with little warning.

“Oh, fuck me” he moaned, leaning his head back against the glass of the window. The door was still open. It was sundown, meaning everyone was either gone or not in this barn, and he was thankful for it- though he truly wouldn’t give a fuck right now. Not when he was balls deep in his woman.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she rolled her hips. So full, so fucking deep and she was feeling what she had been craving. “Yes, yeah. This is what I needed, sir. Needed this thick fucking cock inside of me again. Once a day isn’t enough.” She was on a quite horny streak lately but he couldn’t ever complain about that. Instead, he smirked, sliding his hands under her dress and take control of her ass.

“Mm. I know it is, my dirty girl. I spend all day riding... and now you’re gonna be my pretty baby and ride me?” He cooed. “S’what I thought. Such a sweet cunt, swallows me up and let’s me stretch it out... go on.” He smacked her ass. “Let’s see it bounce.”

Harry when she rode him was something out of a book. She swore it. The attractive arrogance, the way he made her want to work for it and the pure, smug satisfaction he got from it only made her want to prove even more to him. The easy smirk he had on his face, the pleasure he would show he felt, it spurred her on to give him what he needed to fall apart.

She whined, breath hitching as she lifted up to slide back down. Both of them moaned at the feeling, their indecent act being covered by her dress skirt but the danger and thrill was still there. Open car door in the middle of the barn lot. The slick sound of her pussy sliding up and down on his length, their shuddery breaths and moans.

“That’s my good girl, darlin’. Take what you need from me. Ride me. Feels so good to be swallowed up by you.” He exhaled, watching her face as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Going in and out of her, the little squelch of her slickness costing him and making the job easier. “Have such a greedy pussy.” He kissed her deep, murmuring against her mouth.

“Better believe it’s all mine. Property of H. Hm? My girl’s perfect pussy... and this ass.” He raised one brow and slipped his thumb between the cheeks, making the strangled moan escape her. “Mhm. No one knows my beautiful girl is so utterly filthy. S’why I love her so much.” He pressed the thumb into the rim, making her thighs shake a bit.

“Yeah.... see, that’s it. This is it. You’re riding me in the lot because you got all wet while I worked. Imagine what the people would say? Knowing that you’re a greedy, dirty girl? Wants the most filthy and indecent things.” He watched her as she nodded, leaning her forehead against his.

She was dirty. Y/N was a slut, she would say, but only for Harry. She loved being touched and fucked and used by him. He managed to check every one of her boxes and she was in love with him... so there was no reason not to be her filthiest self with him. It got her off though. Knowing Harry knew these things and got to be the one to experience them. His finger in her ass paired with the need and fullness she felt had her approaching her breaking point.

“Gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard, Sir. Please? Please, please. Can I?” She begged, fingers grabbing his wet hair as she began to fuck herself harder on his cock. The filthy sounds and the heat was getting to the both of them, her thighs sweaty and he could feel it on him. Their skin sticky and her cunt dripping around him, their appeal for both of them was getting to the end.

“Mhm. The first time.” He earned, eyes dark and full of promise. She had awoken the monster bit of him that was ready to go for a few rounds. “Cum for me.” Car sex hadn’t ever been so good. Not with her whimpers and tugging at his hair, this thumb in her ass and her cunt clenching up, sucking him over and over until- she came.

A squeal. She let out the most adorable, sexy squeal as her whole body shook. His jeans wet with her arousal, he held her down on his length as she rocked back and forth frantically to work herself through it, clit getting it’s friction and his thumb pressing in further to make her drop her head.

“Yes! Please please.... oh my god. M’cumming.” Her voice broke as she soaked him, clutching him and her cunt clenching up and keeping him locked in place. Having her sitting on him like this and shivering at the pleasure pulsing through her body only spurred him on more.

This was just the begging.

His hand worked down her back, kissing all over her head as he let her ride it out. It had taken everything in him not to cum the first time, just watching his girl bounce and her tits right in his face- but he had plans for her.

“There she is. My beautiful, good girl. Feels so good... did such an amazing job.” He soothed, letting her catch her breath. As soon as she calmed slightly, he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, tongue messily brushing hers and letting her feel his passion for her.

“Now.... want you over the hood of the pickup.”

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A/N: apologies for my tgm crimes here but i gotta keep you on your toes since you have the old plan. also i'm not going to spoil anything but day 25 has one of my fav scenes in the show so far ;;-; so please enjoy this chapter and i will continue to work hard to finish the following one and get back into the posting routine!

DAY TWENTY-FOUR

You’re roused from sleep by the feathered sensation of fingertips on your jaw. Twitching slightly, you try and move away from it, burrowing deeper into the warm, gently rocking pillow your head is propped up on.

Before you can slip back under, however, the fingers give one last attack: a sudden flick to your cheek that echoes with a thwack. You flinch and furrow your brows, grumbling your displeasure since your words haven’t quite found you yet.

“Get up, sleepyhead, unless you’d rather I just piss in the bed.”

That’ll do it. You shoot up so quickly your vision swims, one side of your face feeling cold without the comfort of Yoongi’s chest. “Fuck you, go pee,” you slur, eyes still half-closed, the morning glare peeking through a gap in his curtains.

Yoongi happily but hurriedly trots off to the bathroom, giving you a moment of respite to collect yourself. It takes a few moments to recall the previous night, not just the way Yoongi’s voice had made you cum in your room, but also the way it later lulled you to sleep as he told you hushed stories of his childhood or anecdotes from his days as a sex education teacher.

You can even hear his voice now, just barely slipping under the crack of the door, humming and singing under his breath as he washes his hands.

When he finally exits, you’re propped up by pillows, duvet tucked over your knees and eyes crinkled fondly at his bedhead.

“Oh, no,” he starts with a frown, “you better get that look off of your face.”

Your smile drops. “What?”

Taming his hair with a few flat strokes, he shakes his head. “I need somebody sane in this house to talk to. You aren’t allowed to fall in love with me, it’s conflict of interest.”

Mouth dropping open, it takes you a few minutes to note the subtle curl to his lips. “You dick! I’m certainly not planning on it, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Hey,” he defends in a drawl, no attempt at modesty as he shucks his pyjamas before browsing his chest of drawers, “it’s been done before. You come for the massive dick and stay for the massive heart.” He pauses, shoulder muscles flexing as he reaches in to a drawer, pulling out a pair of dark wash jeans. “Stop looking at my ass, I’m trying to lecture you.”

On the contrary, you lower your gaze and narrow in on it. “You’re starting to develop a little bubble butt, Yoongi. It’s very cute.” Not leaving him time to protest, you barrel on. “Besides, your dick isn’t that big.”

“That’s only because you’re comparing mine to hyung’s. And Namjoon’s. And… And Jungkook’s, I guess. And-” Suddenly he cuts himself off, throwing himself back on the bed with his back hunched in despair. “Fuck, do I have a small dick?”

“Mm, not really,” you dismiss easily, deciding to finally get out of bed and pick out your own clothes - selecting them from Yoongi’s drawers, of course. He makes no protest, still staring blankly at the jeans in his hands. “You just have steep competition here. There’s nothing wrong with small dicks, either. They’re cute.”

Now visible from your angle, Yoongi’s face twists in a grimace. “But my dick isn’t small, right?”

You shrug, slipping on one of his FG shirts and a pair of sweatpants loose enough that you have to knot the drawstrings. “If it helps you sleep at night.”

He spares one somber glance down between his legs before he slips on a pair of underwear, finally stepping into the jeans. There’s a brief period of comfortable silence, before he lets out a small sigh. “Can I… Can I confess something to you?”

Although a quip would be easy enough to say, you sense the joking is over. “Of course, Yoongi,” you assure instead, sitting cross-legged on the unmade bed beside him. He doesn’t meet your eye, busying himself with slipping a shirt over his head. “What’s up?”

Once he’s fully dressed, he still keeps his eyes low. “When you- On Monday, when you voted out Jin-hyung. I was so glad.”

You pause for a moment. “Because you wanted him out of the competition?” you venture, but he shakes his head dully.

“Because I thought he might look at me again if he didn’t have you.”

Something sinks in your stomach, cold enough to make you shiver. The guilt in Yoongi’s voice doesn’t conceal the open vulnerability of his expression as he fiddles with his bitten fingernails. “What do you mean, Yoongi?”

“What him and I had earlier wasn’t healthy, I know that,” he defends to himself, “but… I still miss it. I miss him. But even when I spoke to him after the elimination, all he would talk about was you. And I can’t even be mad, because I get it. And I- If I’m honest,” he murmurs, feet scuffing restlessly on the carpet, “I don’t even know what I’m wanting to achieve by telling you this, but I couldn’t stand not having anybody know about it. I never wanted it to get this messy. I told myself I wouldn’t let my feelings get caught up. But I think a little heartbreak would be worth it, for him. Is that stupid?”

You feel so unanchored, like there’s nothing for you to grab onto to steady yourself. More so, you feel entirely incapable of helping your friend like you so desperately want to. “It’s not stupid,” you begin, reaching out to cup one of his hands snugly between the two of yours, head resting on his shoulder in solidarity, “and I’m so sorry. Does he- does he know you feel this way?”

“I don’t think so,” Yoongi admits in a low voice, leaning into your touch. “If he does, then he must not like me since he’s not acknowledging it. And if he doesn’t, then he must have never even considered me like that. I know I was a distraction at best.”

You knit your brows together, deep in thought to try and find the right words to say. “Or perhaps he knows and he’s respecting your boundaries by letting you initiate, especially since he was the one who took advantage of you last time. And perhaps he doesn’t know, and it’s only because he’s so caught up in his own feelings that he hasn’t considered that you may feel the same. You just don’t know these things, Yoongi. I didn’t know how you felt either until you told me.”

He nods slowly, jerkily. “Yeah,” he says weakly. “Jungkook said almost the exact same thing, actually.”

You pull back slowly, curiosity colouring your tone. “Jungkook?”

Yoongi manages a shy smile, cheeks colouring slightly. “He approached me. We- we talk a lot, way more than hyung and I ever did. I know Kookie has a crush on me, and we said we’d take things slow, but dammit, I can’t help but like the kid.”

You let a surprised laugh bubble up your throat. “That- I was not expecting that, but I’m so glad, Yoongi. Even if you don’t have Jin, I’m glad you’re letting yourself be happy with others.”

His smile falters. “Is it greedy that liking Jungkook doesn’t make me want Jin-hyung any less?”

You go still, thinking of your own blooming feelings for... Well, for most of the people in this house, if not - at least a little bit - all of them. “I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “I’d like to think not.”

Yoongi lifts his gaze to you, carefully studying your face. “Do you ever worry,” he begins, so softly that you have to strain to make the words out, “that our feelings have been set up. By the show, I mean.” His brows furrow deeper. “We’re living in a practical paradise - luxurious house with no real jobs, our food is paid for, we’re literally getting rewarded to have sex. It’s so artificial, you know? So who’s to say that our feelings are artificial, too? I- I’ve been thinking about that a lot,” he admits with a pensive stare.

You can’t lie. You nod. “I’d like to think not,” you repeat hollowly, “but… I mean, yeah, this feels like some alternate reality, and thinking of any of you in normal, mundane, real-life scenarios seems so strange. Like, can you picture Hoseok sitting down and doing his taxes?”

Yoongi snorts, shaking his head in bemusement as a line of tension eases from his shoulders. “I hope he hires an accountant. I certainly wouldn’t trust him with my money.”

You let out a deep sigh and fall backwards onto the duvet, air punched out of you on impact. “The thing is, Yoongi,” you declare in a matter-of-fact tone, “we have no way of knowing what life will be like once all this is wrapped up so why even bother worrying?”

He turns slightly, just enough to watch you warily over his shoulder. “Maybe because I could get my heart broken?”

You pout at him. “Tell me how that’s any different from developing a crush in real life?”

He opens his mouth, furrows his brows, and closes it again. “I- Ugh. Fuck you for being correct.”

Pleased with yourself, you hide your grin as you playfully knock his side with your foot, making him recoil with a groan. “Be as cautious or as impulsive as you want, but even if all this is fake, you could’ve just as easily developed those feelings outside of the show. Like come on, if you saw Jin in the grocery store don’t tell me you wouldn’t fall in love on sight!”

Yoongi shakes his head again, a wry smile playing at his lips. “I see your point… and now I’m picturing Jin getting groceries and looking hot doing it...wow.”

You cackle at the dazed look on Yoongi’s face, using his arm to pull yourself up off the bed, patting him on the shoulder. “Good talk, champ. I’m off to chow down on the leftover pork from last night. Care to join me?”

His eyes glitter, but the doctor declines. “Yoonji said she blackmailed one of the production team to bring her fried chicken from her favourite place. She’s hiding it in the bunk room, but you didn’t hear that from me. She’s selling some to me for a small fortune, the little devil.”

“Less than half a week here and she’s already set up a black market,” you muse, “I think I may be in love with her, Yoongi.”

“Don’t you dare.”

While the kitchen is empty when you first arrive, it only takes the sizzle of pork belly in a saucepan to draw your roommates down.

Jin is first, silently rummaging in the pantry and fridge for some side dishes to add to the mix. In return, you begin boiling some hot water, adding instant coffee mix to two mugs.

As the others join, the line of mugs and glasses on the kitchen island grows, until even the two Min twins are hovering in the kitchen, looking suspicously still hungry after their illicit breakfast.

There aren’t enough chairs at the table to seat you all, but luckily Taehyung and Jungkook are happy hunched over the bench in the kitchen, sharing a set of Airpods and snickering at a seemingly endless stream of TikToks.

At the table, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi chow down on their meals, the latter with a considerably smaller portion made up mostly of meat. Yoonji and Jimin are on either side of you, with Jin on one end, chewing slow to savour each bite.

It’s the first time in a while that you’ve all shared breakfast at the same time, and you’re struck with a deep feeling of fondness at this little family-like group you’re living with. Jimin sneaks extra strips of meat or spoonfuls of rice into your bowl when he thinks you’re not looking; Hoseok listens enthusiastically to Namjoon’s explanation of a summer school course he’s taking, even as he has to ask for clarification just about every second sentence; Yoongi splits his time between checking up on the two maknaes with a soft look, and scowling at his sister’s teasing comments.

“Any plans for the day?” Yoonji asks suddenly, tugging you out of your musings. She’s dressed sleekly in a black velvet mock neck shirt and high waisted denim shorts, her face as stark a resemblance to her brother as ever, with two sharp lines of black on her lids being the only visible makeup. “Except, I suppose, the mandatory fucking.”

You huff with pink cheeks, never growing used to hearing it so openly. “The days kinda blur together a little when you have no real responsibilities,” you admit, “I should probably find a hobby or something.”

Yoonji’s eyes crinkle in faux empathy. “Oh, honey, you’re gonna be so out of it when you return to the real world. You all will,” she adds, before shrugging, “except maybe Namjoon. Seems like academia doesn’t stop for anyone.”

You can’t help but agree. “He has more brain cells in his pinky finger than I do in my own body,” you swear, “he could break an arm and still type a thesis one-handed.”

Halfway through a mouthful of food, you’re rewarded to the ungraceful yet endlessly endearing sound of her snorting, a hand cupped over her mouth. After swallowing, she turns towards you to respond. “I haven’t known him for long, but that seems to check out. He’s quite the character, huh?”

You don’t miss the meaningful lilt to her voice, nor the quirk of a sharp brow. “He’s a good guy,” you reply under your breath, gaze darting down the table to where the man himself is engaged in an intensely enthusiastic discussion (okay, closer to a TedTalk) with Hoseok, now using pieces of meat to create an abstract diagram in his otherwise empty bowl. The latter looks bewildered, but is nonetheless paying deep attention to every word.

It’s impossible not to feel soft inside as you look at the pair of them, all complementary contrast. Hoseok with his slender nose and harsh facial structure and Namjoon with a round, gentle face. One of them dressed in sleek black and the other in oversized earth tones, the typically reserved one animated and the bubbly one focused in. It had taken you barely a month of shared living to become completely fond of these men, not just Namjoon and Hoseok but all of them, and as much as it was nice to have someone new in the Villa for a while, Yoonji’s presence makes you more aware of the fact that you and the seven guys had developed a certain equilibrium that seemed slightly off-balance with the change.

It makes you worry about what other disturbances this delicate system could hold, and if returning to the real world would be a shift large enough to permanently upend it.

Wishing to dispel the pessimistic narrative beginning to form, you focus in on Yoonji again. “Anyways,” you start, “how are you finding the Villa so far?”

“Certainly an interesting look behind the veil, though it’s really not ideal having to-” Yoonji’s cut off by the chirp of an incoming message on her phone. “Sorry, one sec,” she mumbles absentmindedly, but you don’t miss the way her face falls when she reads the message, immediately glancing directly across the table to where her brother sits.

To your growing concern, Yoongi is also reading a message on his phone, and he quietly excuses himself from the table, leaving his bowl half-eaten. He jerks his head towards the front door, and Yoonji manages a quick apology before they’re leaving the room.

All startled out of their separate conversations, the remaining members of the household sit in confused silence, enough that even Taehyung and Jungkook turn around from their phones.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks in a worried voice. “Where’s Yoongi-hyung?”

Nobody replies, Jin just shaking his head with a grim frown and leaving the table himself, going after them.

“Guys,” Taehyung says more insistently, eyes not leaving the empty seats at the table.

“They both got a text,” you say with furrowed brows, “Yoongi and Yoonji. Must’ve been bad news, judging by their faces.”

“Jin-hyung’ll find out what’s going on,” Namjoon assures, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself, “let’s just clean up for them and wait for an update. Yeah?”

The two youngest nod solemnly, still with a single Airpod each bobbing in their opposite ears.

For a while, the group of you remaining sit in silence, as if caught up in some spell that would only be broken once Jin returned with some answers. The absence of Yoongi at the table is so much more pronounced, and you can’t help but feel the sickening worry swirl inside you when you look at his bowl, chopsticks strewn carelessly beside it.

Everyone is just waiting for bad news. You’ve felt this looming dread before, and it either came with a swoop of relief or a blow of despair. Your teeth find your thumbnail as you wait helplessly to see which one it’ll be.

It feels like an eternity before the door finally opens, making everyone jump, but only a few minutes have really passed. Jin is panting slightly, like he ran back from wherever Yoongi disappeared to.

“He’s-” he starts quickly, before a tremor passes over his face and he grimaces, jogging over and falling heavily into his chair at the table, face in his hands. “Their dad is in hospital. Heart attack.”

“Oh my god,” Namjoon breathes, brows knit together in sympathy. “Is he okay? Was it serious?”

Jin shrugs, looking up enough to run his hand over his face and take a shaky breath. “He’s alright for now, but apparently they need to make sure it doesn’t repeat anytime soon. If he settles, he’ll be fine, but there’s a chance that he might suffer another attack. Yoongi and Yoonji are going to the hospital now to stay with him until they’re more certain he’s stable. Just in case.”

“When is he coming back? Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide, shiny. He can’t stop fiddling with his fingers, self-soothing.

“Not for a while, I don’t think,” Jin divulges with a pained expression. “He needs to be there for his family right now. That’s all I know, I’m sorry.”

The front door creaks, and all of you instinctively whip your heads towards it, as if Yoongi himself might be returning already, but you’re greeted with the weary face of Producer Sejin, joining you at the table, taking Yoongi’s old spot. Taehyung frowns deeply at the choice, turning his face away.

“What’s going on?” you ask quickly. “What happens to Yoongi? And us?”

“Yoongi is… He was in a rush to get going, understandably, so we didn’t speak in great depth. But he in short stated that he’d return when his father was in better health if the place was still open for him. I’ve got in contact with the higher-ups, and we’ve agreed to put the show on a temporary hold.”

“On hold?” Jungkook asks in a nervous voice. “What does that even mean?”

Sejin clears his throat stiffly and clicks his tongue. “Well. It means we’re putting a stop to the game for now, in short. If Yoongi is able to return by the end of the week, we’ll resume as usual. Otherwise, we’ll consider him to have permanently left the competition, and we’ll be forced to continue the game without him.”

You frown, fighting the urge to cry. This all feels so wrong, like he’s been taken from you with little hope of reunion, and discussing it like administration feels so clinical. “So we’re just sitting here, not knowing if he’s going to come back home, waiting around in limbo?” As soon as you finish, it feels like the word home lingers in the air longer than the rest of them. And perhaps this house doesn’t feel like home to you, but it certainly seems like six of the seven pieces of home are around you right now, and it’s not the same without him away. By the way the others are solemn and red-eyed, you probably aren’t the only one that’s begun feeling that way.

Sejin just shakes his head slowly, as subdued as you all are. “Listen, I know this isn’t ideal. The boss wanted to film it, make a big drama out of it, and then kick him off the show for views. I’m doing the best I can here to compromise and give him some dignity.”

Eyes widening, you stare at the round eyes of the cameras in the living room. “Are you- are you even allowed to say that?”

“I cut the camera feeds,” Sejin says in a defeated tone, “the show is officially off-air for technical difficulties. You can do what you want here while you wait - hell, you can leave if you want, just please be prepared to come back on the Sunday. We’ll have a discussion about whether Yoongi can return, and what we’ll do if he doesn’t. Understood?”

“Understood,” Namjoon offers up for the group, and the producer leaves with another sigh and an attempt at a comforting smile. You can’t help but feel bad for him, working such an emotionally draining job, especially when you’ve heard nothing but bad things about his employer.

Once the room falls into quiet again, Jin stands up, chair legs scraping against the floor. “Okay, I think we should decide as a group what we’re wanting to do. Stay or go?”

You open your mouth to give your two cents, but before you can, Jungkook suddenly chokes on a sob and covers his face with his hands, Jimin immediately scooting his chair closer to wrap an arm around his shaking shoulders.

“Hey, what is it?” Jimin asks quietly, but the room is so silent that you all catch it. “Talk to me, bun. What is it?”

Jungkook takes a few stuttering breaths to compose himself, sniffling. “I don’t want you all to leave too,” he confesses, Jimin’s thumb catching a tear dangling on the tip of his nose, “isn’t Yoongi-hyung enough?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” the elder promises, pressing a kiss into his hairline before looking up at the rest of you, eyes widening intentionally. “We’ll stick together through this until he comes back, yeah? It’s not all bad. The cameras are off, remember? We can have a break now, we don’t need to worry about the show. Isn’t that nice?”

After a moment’s considering, Jungkook nods slowly. “‘t is nice,” he admits begrudgingly. “But only if everyone stays.”

You can’t help but smile fondly, getting up yourself to come behind him, stroking his hair back. “We’ll stay, of course we’ll stay. Let’s spend some time together tonight, we can put on a movie and snuggle, how about that?”

He perks up at the thought of this, glancing around the table as the others nod in affirmation. “I’ll bring down the blankets,” he bargains, cracking a small smile, and the rest of the room relaxes, immediately bursting into sound as everyone arranges the necessary supplies for a good quality movie night, almost back to normal.

Jungkook, as the member of the Villa in most urgent need of a pick-me-up, is given movie choosing privileges, so the seven of you tuck in for a rewatch of his favourite Spiderman movies, perhaps the only thing that can keep him glued to the screen.

At first, the absence feels overwhelming to you. Try as you might through the opening sequence, you can’t shake it. Your mind counts heads without thinking, keeps looking at the space on the couch where Yoongi liked to put his feet up. Even though you know it’s his father who is unwell, not him, there’s the sick swelling in your stomach that makes you feel like his departure is final, and shortly after the title card plays out, you’re quietly excusing yourself and stumbling to the back door, in desperate need of fresh air.

It’s cold outside, a brisk wind cutting through you. You barely make it around the corner out of sight before your legs buckle, and you let yourself fall into a pathetic crouch, your weight propped up against the side of the house as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs.

The panic creeps up on you in swells, the irrational fear that Yoongi would leave the show and you’d never see him again and everything would fall apart suddenly feeling like a whole tsunami crashing against you. Your fingers claw at the exterior wall as you fall back onto your behind, unable to even keep yourself in a crouch.

More so than the intrusive thoughts, it’s the image of Yoongi’s face falling, of him rushing out of the house in frantic distress that replays in your mind and leaves you suffocating. He looked so scared, your calm, reliable Yoongi. He was like a pillar, but that news was a fell swoop he couldn’t stay strong against. Your heart burns for him, cramping and aching in your chest.

For a moment, you picture yourself staying out here, gasping for breath until the sun goes down. You feel alone, more than ever since coming here, and even as the thought spooks you, there’s no energy in your body to do anything about it.

Just as your breaths start to sound more like death rattles and you curl your face towards the ground, a warmth envelopes your back, arms circling your middle and lifting you up.

“Hey, breathe, breathe with me, Y/n. I’m here.”

You recognise the voice. You recognise the built torso holding you steady, but your mind isn’t putting the pieces together, and so you simply squeeze your eyes shut and allow yourself to be maneuvered around there are hands on your face and a deep voice instructing you to look at me. I’m here; look at me.

You crack your eyes open, body heaving with the effort it takes to get any oxygen in your lungs, but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Kim Namjoon, narrowed in concern.

His hands are warm despite the frigid air outside, and you let yourself melt into him, eyes sinking to watch his lips mouth instructions, demonstrating exaggerated breathing for you to follow.

You feel distinctly like you might vomit, but you force yourself to match his breaths. The shuddering in and stilted out aren’t as fluid as his, but slowly your heart doesn’t thud in your ears and your body doesn’t shake as violently.

You feel damp, sweating all over, and your whole body aches, but your hearing begins to properly tune in again, coherence creeping back. “Na-Namjoon,” you gasp, wishing you had the energy to grab his arms or hug him or something other than lying limp against the wall of the house.

“Shh, hey, don’t strain yourself. Take it easy. I’m here.” He’s crouching in front of you, eyes locked onto you as he continues to hold you steady, jaw kept aloft by his hands. “Keep breathing, and it’ll go away. It’s a panic attack, I’ve had my fair share. You’ll come right.”

Trusting him despite the persisting burn in your chest, you let him coach your breathing for several more minutes, the heightened air influx making your head go light and floaty.

Once a counted breath turns into a yawn of exhaustion, you know the worst has passed. It leaves you boneless, not a single ounce of power left in your muscles, but you can breathe again, and it’s all thanks to the man across from you.

“I’ve never had one before,” you manage, voice cracking, “not like that.”

Namjoon’s lips press together in sympathy, and he turns to prop himself against the side of the house beside you, letting you continue breathing independently. “Is it Yoongi-hyung?”

You nod weakly, and the academic hums in confirmation. “I used to get panic attacks a lot in university. I used to hate them, thought they meant I was weak. Like I couldn’t handle the pressure as much as I thought I could. But, you know, these days I just figure I’m only panicking because it means so much to me. And I don’t think that makes me weak at all. It just means I care. Don’t feel ashamed about this, Y/n. All it means is that you care about hyung a lot.”

All the breath in your lungs leaves you in one rush as you prop your head in your hands, knees tucked towards your chest. “Yeah.” You wish you had something more appreciative to say, but your mind is waterlogged, weighed down and not functioning.

Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind the curt response. “I care about him a lot too. He’s like the glue for us, isn’t he? I’m worried to fall apart without him here keeping us in line. But we survived before we knew him and we’ll survive now. What’s better is supporting each other and waiting to see how we can support Yoongi-hyung, too.”

“You’re right,” you admit with a heavy breath, wiggling your toes to will energy back into them. “We’ll be okay.”

Namjoon bends sideways to bump your shoulder warmly. “That’s the spirit. Now; I’m happy to stay out here as long as you need, but Jungkook was the first one to notice you had been gone for a while, and I think he’s probably getting concerned by now. If you’re up to it, I can give you a hand to get inside and join the others again. What do you reckon?”

You lean your head back against the wall, taking a moment to consider. “What movie is he putting on next?”

“He mentioned wanting to check out Paw Patrol on Netflix.”

“Let me die out here,” you plead weakly.

Namjoon laughs, the sound like comfort itself, and stands up, offering you a hand. “Come on, kitten, up we get.”

In the end, the Netflix viewings manage to distract you for the rest of the night. When your limbs are tangled together and snacks are flowing, it’s easy to tune out of reality a bit and focus on the television screen in the comfort of shared company. Jungkook clears space on the couch for you the second you return, and clings to you for hours, his chin on your shoulder. You don’t complain, feeling soothed by the physical closeness. But the hours pass, and when the majority of you can no longer hold in your yawns, Seokjin gets up to turn the lights back on and clean up.

“Let’s get some rest,” he decides, and it’s that return to the real world that immediately dampens the atmosphere again, the group of you turning solemn. You pause to pull out your phone, sending Yoongi a quick message of support, and that you all missed him already, but no reply comes.

Without words being spoken, the seven of you remaining find yourselves flocking together as you make your way up to bed. Jin flanks the maknae as Namjoon and Hoseok lean heavily into each other, the four of them disappearing into Jin’s room. You naturally fall into step with the remaining two men, Taehyung linking his arm into yours and holding you close all the way to Jimin’s room.

Somehow, the house is too quiet. Even though Yoongi wasn’t a particularly noisy housemate, his absence cloaks the air.

You have no energy to shower. Washing your face is as much as you can manage, and Taehyung is even more despairing than you are, slumped on the toilet seat as Jimin cleans his face for him.

The uncertainty is what makes your heart flutter on edge, unable to wind down, and you know from the restrained looks of fear and distress in the guys’ eyes that they feel the same. The show would be undoubtably ruined if Yoongi couldn’t return. But more important than that, Yoongi would be ruined if he lost his father so suddenly.

Knowing Yoongi is hurting makes you ache, and you cling to your lovers like they’re your anchors in a churning sea, tucking your face firmly into Taehyung’s shoulder. It soothes you a little to be pinned between them, but the three of you still lie awake as the minutes blink by agonisingly slow.

At some point, you must fall into a fitful sleep, because when a sudden noise fills the room, it rouses you aggressively, and you almost kick Jimin’s shin in the process. Grunting, the half-asleep man rubs his face and twists around, fumbling on the nightstand for the offending noise.

It’s Taehyung’s phone, vibrating against the wooden table, and once Jimin blinks twice at the glaring screen he gasps and yanks the charger out, sitting up in bed. “It’s hyung,” he declares in a voice more vulnerable than you’d ever heard from him before. “Wake Tae.”

You force yourself to dispel those last few wisps of sleep from your brain, and gently shake Taehyung awake. According to the clock on the nightstand, it’s almost two in the morning, but your heart leaps as Yoongi’s face fills the phone screen, looking right at the three of you.

“I thought you would be together,” he states with a rueful smile, though you can see that it doesn’t quite reach his reddened eyes. “Sorry for calling so late.”

“Don’t apologise, hyung,” Taehyung whines, half of his weight on you as he leans in close, “we were so worried about you. How’s your dad?”

Yoongi’s brows furrow beneath mussed hair. “Not great,” he admits. “A little more stable, at least, but he’s pretty confused right now. Nurses worry that it might have affected his brain.”

Your heart sinks, both at the thought of a relatively young man suffering such awful health complications, but also at how Yoongi was trying to hide his exhaustion and distress. “Oh my god.”

“Mm, we should know soon what the damage is,” Yoongi explains further, rubbing his eyes with the hand not holding his phone aloft, “and if he’s alright I can head back h- head back to the Villa. He’s just been sleeping a lot today so… We don’t really know how he’ll be until he’s conscious for enough time. Yoonji’s with him at the moment, I just wanted to duck out and give you guys an update. Where are the others?”

“Jin-hyung’s room,” Jimin answers, even as he’s throwing back the covers. “They’ll want to hear from you themselves, just hold on a minute.”

You hear Yoongi’s voice echoing from the phone and strain to make out his words as Jimin heads to the door. “No, no, don’t wake them. I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to come visit? Of course none of you know my dad, and he doesn’t know you, but- Well, Yoonji and I could do with some company.”

You jump up, rushing to Jimin’s side. As he naturally accommodates your presence and pulls you flush against him, you lift your face up to the phone. “We’ll be there,” you assure Yoongi, “just please get some rest tonight. It’s been a rough day.”

Yoongi’s pained smile breaks your heart, and Jimin leads the phone back to the bed so that Taehyung can say a final goodbye before the three of you hang up and crawl, exhausted but somewhat relieved, back into bed.

#bts x reader #bts x reader smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #the gentlemen #tgm #yoongi x reader #jin x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader

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insufferablelust · 4 years ago

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mgg request: snuggling on the couch and getting bored. so u start playing with fingers, and then u just decide to suck them. u feel him slowly start to grow hard, so u suck harder and grind into him. next thing u know u are straddling his thigh. he makes u get off on his thigh a few times before he will let u ride him. once u start riding him he switches the hand from ur mouth to ur clit, thinking youre done sucking his fingers. however u grab his other hand and start sucking. im a WHORE (SORRY)

what do you do when one of your fav person in the whole world send a blurb idea? you give them your all of course, seriously i went into town for this one and i hope you like it love! shsjsk as always thank you for requesting and being my fellow mgg whore! enjoy!

WARNINGS : um.. SMUT! filthy detailed smut, its literally pwp, oral fixations, daddy kink, name callings (degradation), condescension, orgasm control, over stimulation, thigh riding, Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, mention of wedding, slight breeding kink, mention of exhibitionism, just whole lotta filth y’all no joke, mgg got me feel some type of ways by that i mean constantly whoreknee.

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It was a particularly sunny day, right from the moment you woke up this morning, you could feel how terribly hot it was but you quickly diverted your thoughts as soon as your eyes landed on the sleeping figure next to you, and you instantly felt the need to grip your pillow tighter, biting your lip at the sight.

Quarantine days is both a blessing and a curse for you and Matthew, the amount of time you get to spend together pleased you both to no end, the endless talk about certain things, the late night food deliveries, cooking together, even making stuffed animals together which is one of your favorite things to do with him because you love them cuties so much. But what’s so great about quarantine is of course the sex, the endless amount of sex all over the house, You’ve done it in the shower, bedroom, kitchen counter, dining table, on your living room, even the car multiple times after grocery runs— time doesn’t really matter either, it could be at night, mornings, afternoons, even god damn 3 am. If Matthew is up for it then i’m up for it, the same goes for Matthew too, if You’re up for it then he’s there in an instant. So lets just say that you’ve been needy all the time.

There he was, laying down on our bed, with only a flimsy boxer that barely covers half of his thighs— the sweat glisten across his chest and you can see the purplish marks you’ve managed to gave them last night are still prominent, the longer you’re looking at him, the more you want to wake him up and just fuck like rabbits all day.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Matthew chuckled as he opened his eyes to meet yours, licking his lips and press his palm on top of your cheeks . “Good morning too creepy stalker, how long have you been awake?” he said as he caressed your skin gently, you can feel his thumb pressing over your soft skin.

Before you were about to answer, your eyes catches a glimpse of his long fingers— now Y/n has always been fascinated with his fingers, there’s just something about it that gets her going, the memories of what it can do always floods her thoughts, like that one time where he fingered her in the middle of his annual family dinner, or that one time he had to make sure you were stayed quiet where he fucks you on a trailer with his cast mates all around, or the random times when he choke you, or stuff his fingers down your throat, or curled them up inside your cunt, everything about that man— your man is perfect down to the last detail.

“Someone’s thinking about something hm? care to share baby?” He keeps his thumb on the edge of your lips knowing damn well that if it inch closer upwards, you’ll surely suckle on the digits— and he won’t have that, not yet.

“definitely not thinking about you old man...” now that, that pushes his buttons like nothing else, your age gap is something very.. peculiar about you two, not far enough that its illegal but far enough for people to raise an eyebrow when they found out— not that you care about stereotypes, neither does he, you both love each other and you’re not breaking any law that’s enough. It even fuels up your relationship, makes everything much hotter, when it feels slightly wrong in the eyes of others.

“ah.. so if i push my fingers down your pretty little cunt, i won’t find you soaked through for me?” she clenched her walls around nothing at that, feeling her wetness dampening the small panties she’s wearing— god she wants him right now but its so good to push his buttons like this. So you rolled your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out before getting up and went to the shower.

You expected him to come chase you, but to your half disappointment half excitement— he went downstairs, sitting on the couch, and enjoying his morning tea. You knew what that meant, he’s mad, mad and turned on. Perfect. After you finished showering, you went downstairs to where he’s at, dressed in one of his oversize thin sheer t-shirt with no panties or bra underneath.

You instantly straddle his hips as you sat down on his lap— directly on the bulge in his boxers before you purr in Matthew’s ear “I’m sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to be such a tease, i just! want you!” you whined, tone bratty as you huff and pout your lips.

God Matthew is a patient man, but when it comes to you looking fuckable and needing to be taught a lesson like this, he has no fucking choice but to give you one.

“You knew better than to push me like that, little girl. Such a mindless baby.” he scoffed, his tone sending warmth down your cunt and you whimpered, before grabbing his wrist to press his thumb on top of your lips and suckle on it— its both calming and exhilarating.

“you and your oral fixations, what an innocent looking baby— but you’re not aren’t you? knowing full well how to get daddy going, so you came down the stairs wearing my shirt and nothing else. Act like a big girl but when i get my hands on you, you’ll just squirm and purr like a dirty little whore.” He can’t blame you- he surely can’t blame you that you begin to grind your bare cunt on his lap as you suck his thumb harder after he said those things.

He lets out a laugh as he sees how desperate you’re for him, grinding your cunt on his thigh practically riding it, as your cute little mouth almost gag on his thumb. Perfect little thing. Your eyes shot up to see his when his fingers goes up to pinch your nipples alternating between the two, pinching and tweaking it knowing how sensitive you are.

“Mmm! daddy!” You moaned through his lips, arching your back and move your hips faster, feeling him bounce his thigh couple of times just to hear you yelp. “Here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to ride my thigh until i tell you to stop and maybe just maybe i’ll let you ride my cock, we have all day baby, this is what you’ve wanted isnt it?”

You whined out loud as your eyes brimmed with tears in clear desperation, you and Matthew have done this long enough to know that Matthew has a patience that goes on for miles. He could wait even though his cock is practically bursting, he could wait until he sees you all limp and overstimulated— and being a sensitive girl that you are, you know that you’ll be a mess once he’s done with you.

“oh and baby, you can cum whenever you want to..” He said, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he unlocked his phone and scroll down, not paying attention to where you’re literally riding his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a bitch in heat.

The dismissive attitude should offend you, but if it does anything, it riles you up even more— the way he can stay calm when you’re a mess that has come over and over again just by grinding against his thigh turns you on to no end. You continued doing as he commanded and you’ve been doing it for more than 45 minutes (you could swear its actually an hour) when he decided he’s seen enough, pulling out his thumb from your lips before using it to found your clit and give it a slap, rubbing the over sensitive button fastly. “Oh! oh Matthew! mm- ah i’m please need your cock!” Your body shake on his thighs as you let out your 5th orgasms this morning, your toes curl and your head slumped against his shoulder as he praises you “That’s it, my good girl Y/N, i love you.”

As much as you love your daddy, your Fiancé is the one who truly owns your heart and soul, so you droopily gaze your eyes at his underneath your lashes, grabbing his other hand and suckle on his other thumb earning yourself a chuckle from Gube. “Your mouth always needs something to fill it up, doesnt it kitten? greedy little thing” He shakes his head as he use his other hand to pull out his cock, you never knew that cock could be pretty until you met him, His cock always makes you want to cockwarm him all the time— the skin is veiny, its not too long but its big.. stretches you out so good that has you limping the next day, and the tip is ruddy red- pre cum spurting from the top. Fuck, you want him to pound your throat then and there.

“Shh shh, sweet girl, let me do all the work this time yeah? just suck sit pretty and suckle, be my good doll.” He whispered before pushing his cock into your warm wet tight cunt, causing you to jolt at the over sensitivity and moans out loud, “Thats it, take it little girl, being such a good girl for me.” He rasped before laying you down on the couch and pound his cock into you in a fast pace.

“You’re so tight, Y/N” at hearing that your walls clenched around him as you starting to feel the familiar tight knot on your belly, you’re so overstimulated that it doesnt take you long at all to cum all over his cock, letting out choked out whimper and sobs “That’s it, keep coming pretty girl, gonna be good and let me finish inside- fuck right?”

You nodded your head drowsily, holding onto his wrist for dear life as you get fucked with a brutal pace, his thumb falls out your mouth and you begins to whimper, “M-matthew! please”

“I know, i’m close baby, just take it a bit more yeah? cum for me one more time, Y/N c’mon” his voice is strained, signaling that he’s close. you whimpered out that “cant- cant too much!” and Matthew’s thumb instantly went to rub your clit sending you over the edge quickly. “i know you have it in you, pretty girl. come on more— fuck thats it, thats it baby good gi— Ah fuck!” You cum all over his cock, him following not long after, releasing himself inside of you, filling you up as you shake and try to catch your breath.

“I love you— so fucking much Y/N” he whispered as he begins to pull out slowly and watch the cum drip out of her cunt, making him go feral and push his cum back in. “gotta stay full okay? who knows.. maybe i can knock you up before our wedding.”

Oh.. and you thought he won’t be up for round two.

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murderbirds · 3 years ago

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Headcanon for the rogues

Here are my headcanon bios for my 6 favorite rogues in no specific order, might make a part 2

Scarecrow- Theater kid/ E-boy/ Tsundere

Jon is quite good friends with Tetch, Harley, Ivy, Croc and has a rivalry friendship (brotherly kinda) with Edward. He acts dismissive and like he doesn't care about anyone but will die to protect those he loves. He is also a huge nerd, although he will deny it until the day he dies. Feelings? What feelings? He feels no feelings... unless you insult his favorite character or says something factually incorrect... He normally targets abusers or people who enjoy creating fear in other to use as guinea pigs for his experiments. He doesn't get along with the other rogues.

Riddler- Nerd/ bratty/ loud to hide low self esteem

Edward is constantly talking, he just contantly has to show that he is the smartest man in the room 24/7, even if it's really annoying to most, and that reflects in his crimes, which aren't done so much as to get anythibg, but to prove himself better than the police and the other rogues. If he goes quiet around you, that is actually a good sign because it means he doesn't feel the need to prove himself to you. He can come out as arrogant, self centered and narcissistic which is partially true, but it is just a way to cover up his self doubts. Good friends with Harley Quinn, Jervis Tetch, and Jonathan Crane. Dating/ex with Oswald Cobblepot (depending on source)

The rest of the rogues tend to avoid him, they don't hate him (like scarecrow) but dislike his tendencies to leave clues behind.

Mad Hatter- Babysitter friend/ the adult/ ironically the sanest one in the Rogue Gallery

Jervis is a more observant and quiet individual who follows along the louder rogues and normally ends up cleaning their messes. Unlike Oswald, he doesn't go out of his way to stop them from going through with their terrible ideas, he normally goes along until it explodes on their faces. He also owns a bistro which he manages when they aren't committing crimes. Gets along with all the rogues fairly well, but is best friends with Jon and Ed.

Penguin- Sugar D*ddy/ The mom friend/ He can and will ground you

With a constant angry/annoyed face Oswald is quite the serious man, specially compared to his peers. He is a businessman and a good one at that, which leads to him being one of the most unpopular rogues in Gotham seeing as most believe him to be a greedy capitalist which, to be fair, he is, but as any of his employees will tell you, he is also a pretty just man who will pay appropriately to a well done job. Penguin will act polite and as "utmost gentleman" until you piss him off, in which case he will try to kill you with a smile on his face. Penguin has or has done business with all the other Rogues and most of them have no complaints, however he dislikes more chaotic characters like Scarecrow and the Joker. Good friends with Harvey Dent, Victor Fries and Harley Quinn. Was a father figure to Ivy until their goals got in the way. Either dating or exs with Edward Nygma.

Poison Ivy- Gatekeep/Girlboss/ no gasslight cuz it's bad for the plants

Considered the most powerful being in Gotham, Ivy is relative quiet when it comes to the rogues. She has her own greenhouse where she helps the homeless as long as they agree to help her take care of her plants. She will only leave her greenhouse in case something that will amass in a large number of plants getting killed is going on. Some people will still try to go after her out of fear she will one day snap and use her powers for evil, in those cases she doesn't consider herself responsible for their deaths and 100% uses their bodies as fertilizers. She has a very neutral relationship with most of the rogues, but has shown to enjoy working with Scarecrow, Catwoman and Riddler. She was Penguin's protégé but due to his capitalist nature, she doesn't get along with him anymore. Harley's girlfriend.

Harley Quinn- Screw the Joker/ Therapist friend/ Bimbo who loves pranking people

Harley is a really emotionally intelligent person who simply cannot function as an individual. She is hyperactive, impulsive considered ditzy by most of her peers, but once she decides to do something, there is no one who can stop her, not even the bat. After she breaks up with the Joker, she starts her own career as a mercenary, quickly rising to the levels of Deathstroke, even if she isn't the best with a gun. She's still extremely agile and intelligent, especially when it comes to reading people. A part of the rogues enjoy working with her, a part is annoyed by her ultra optimistic nature and the rest is terrified of how easily she can read people. Good Friends with the Dork Squad, Catwoman and Penguin despite being chaotic (he actually finds her jokes pretty funny). Dating Pamela, hates Joker (when she isn't working as a mercenary, she is either working in her clinic or foiling his plans)

#gotham #batman #dc comics #batwoman #dc #penguin #nygmoblepot #riddlebird #scarecrow #riddler #harlivy #harley quinn #poison ivy #mad hatter

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stillgirlfrommars · 3 years ago

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you’ve got news

So, I already talked about this with @missmorwen and I know I don’t have the time to draw and make an actual comic out of it, BUT I cannot stop thinking about this SamSteve-post-engdame-fix-it story (with a dash of BuckyNat, ‘cause that’s just who I am) which is kinda crack and very rom-com (a bit you’ve got mail) inspired and doesn't make much sense, because... PLOT HOLES but * sigh * I kinda wanna share at least the idea so - bear with me:

So, instead of Nat dying, Steve sacrifices his Captain America powers on Vormir and comes back as Skinny!Steve and starts running a political blog called you’ve-got-news in secret, uncovering all kinds of shady business/corruption and becoming the bane of existence of every politician and greedy CEO - but it takes a while for his friends to figure out it's him who’s running that increasingly popular blog (which the new Captain America is actually a big fan of ;)). And the way that happens is as follows:

So, Steve almost died at the end of Endgame. The idiot (affectionate) of course still wanted to fight Thanos, but even with Thor’s Hammer, he took some serious, serious injuries which led to a tough talk with Sam, Nat and Bucky

Like I imagine, that while Steve would not have any regrets whatsoever about giving up his powers, he would still need some time to come to terms with the fact that he won’t be able to participate in the action like he used to. Even though, he actually wants and knows... it’s time to ... start something new, it’s still a process. So, there he is, trying to figure out who he is without the mantle of Captain America, re-defining the way he can and will fight against bullies in the future (cause there is no way he’s gonna stop that).

And to the surprise of everyone, Steve actually doesn’t press for participating in Avenger-style-fights anymore (he still does some of the practical mission planning and shit like that) but most importantly, he starts taking up new hobbies, like cooking or old hobbies like drawing - and he seems happier than he has in a long time, and yeah maybe it’s a bit too good to be true, if Sam starts thinking about it. But, hey, Steve finally seems to be happy so -

Meanwhile, Sam still becomes the new Captain America, and Steve is there while he is adjusting, finding himself in that role. He is there when Sam needs to talk things through, and yeah, it would still be a process like in tfatws series, but ... a little bit less alone, I guess.

So, the new Captain America fights alongside Nat and Bucky - and it’s good, they work surprisingly well together, but also: those two are stuck right in the middle of a weird assassin!flirting situation (I’m imagening a lot of veeery intense staring at the other while cleaning their weapons or beating someone up, innuendos en masse, dark humour etc.). And frankly, it’s getting on Sam's nerves because they seem to be so oblivious about the whole damn thing. Neither of them is actually admitting to anything, no, they are too busy teasing him about the ‘crush’ he has developed on that mysterious dude who is running the famous political-youve-got-news-blog that gained momentum a while ago and is currently keeping all the corrupt politicians and CEOs on their toes.

So, yeah, Sam might have been caught a couple of times reading or reciting from that blog because - it has actually turned into a pretty efficient way of mobilising people to demonstrate for change and it did give him some tip-offs in regards to who the bad guy really was and yeah. But it’s not a crush... Sam just really likes reading the blog posts, okay. That dude seems pretty cool and they share the same moral code, so... whatever.

What Nat and Bucky and Steve don't know (and he’ll never tell them), is that Sam is actually kiiiiinda already frequently talking with the guy who runs the blog. Anonymously on both ends, of course (because for good reasons both of them are pretty careful about giving away information concerning their identities). And in a way that whole anonymity-thing makes it a lot easier to talk about stuff he finds harder to admit to the people who he knows directly. So, you could say, blog-guy has kinda become Sam's internet friend, but not his crush, no.

Honestly, the crush he is more concerned about (that he also isn't planning on telling anyone about any time soon, cause Bucky would just tease him and Nat would start scheming) is, well, it’s Steve. Because, damn, he likes their get-togethers a lot, the meals Steve's cooking are honestly to die for. They watch baseball together, they do museum-trips... And the way they can talk about (almost) everything... He just feels understood and... yeah, loved (maybe not in the way that he wishes for, but still) and it’s nice to see Steve so happy and okay, maybe it’s getting a bit out of control because Sam took Steve with him to visit Sarah and his nephews and Sarah kinda saw right through his act of ‘hey, this is my best friend’ and ‘what do you mean, I don’t have feelings- okay. Yeah maybe I do’ and told him in no uncertain terms to fucking do something about it and get his shit together.

The thing is, he’s got it bad. But Sam is also torn, because this is the best fucking friendship he's ever had and he does not want to jeopardise that. So, in the end he ends up talking about this with his Internet friend... about how he kinda has this huge crush on his best friend, and his Internet friend is like, ‘TELL ME ABOUT IT, big fucking same here UGH. And I feel like I’m being SO obvious about it all. It’s honestly embarrassing. My other best friend keeps teasing me ‘bout it and tells me to just go for it, but that guy still hasn’t managed to ask out the girl he’s interested in, so, what does he know, right?’. And Sam laughs - at least he’s not alone.

So the days go by (Sam’s pining only increases, Steve took him to a wine tasting the other night and he almost... in his drunk state... almost... but he didn’t) until one day, while blog-guy and Sam are chatting, all of the sudden the blog-guy is like, ‘Shit, I think someone's breaking into my apartment’ and then like, ‘Okay, yes they are’ - and Sam's like, ‘call 911′, and blog-guy writes back ‘mmh think I can handle them’ (and Sam’s like ‘WTF... I know way too many people with zero regards for their own well-being, myself included’)

But then blog-guy is not answering anymore, so Sam frantically calls up Nat who rushes to his flat and Sam says: ‘You need to find out where that IP adress is located ASAP - the dude with that famous blog is in danger.’

And Nat does that multitasking thing where she’s working on the problem while ribbing Sam about the fact that, apparently, Captain America's Internet bestie is that famous blog dude, and- 'Are you sure it’s not a crush?'

But after another minute, Nat sighs and is like, ‘I can't find the location, this thing is encrypted af, it’s impossible.’ Suddenly, she notices something about the setup of the encryption and-, ‘Hang on a second, it was me who set this up for someone back in 2011.′ And as she slips on her jacket, she says to Sam, ‘Come on. I know where we have to go!’

So they make their way to what turns out is Steve's (!!!!) apartment and find him in the middle of a fight against over half a dozen heavily armed people, and yeah - he’s actually doing pretty okay for himself ‘cause he outsmarted a couple of them, but also- they kind of outnumber him, so Nat and Sam get to work.

And Sam doesn't even have time to fully register what that means re:blog-guy until they have successfully defeated the bad guys. After that's done, Steve is like, ‘Thanks guys, but how the hell did you know I was in trouble? Nat... you didn’t bug my apartment, did you??’

And Nat tstsk and then she just laughs because this is priceless and OF CoURSE it is Steve who is behind that blog... (she's a bit mad at herself for not figuring it out sooner, and a bit sad that Steve didn't feel like he could tell her, and that he assumes she has is flat bugged but, also,... kinda impressed.) But then she looks at him with a warm smile on her face, shaking her head, saying, ‘No, I didn’t, Steve.’ Her gaze wanders back and forth between Steve and Sam and she humms- 'That actually makes so much sense oh my god.' So, she leaves them ‘to talk’ ;) and for Sam to explain everything’ - and then it’s just the two of them.

And Sam does explain everything and is like, 'So you're that Blog dude, erm...' He's scratching the back of his neck, cheeks flushed, 'Turns out, we've been talking for months over that blog of yours. I'm (insert-Sam’s-username-here).'- and Steve's eyes go wide and you can literally see him processing that information right then and there and he's sputtering out a light laugh, and he's like 'Hang on a second... I... umm, okay, I gotta ask. So, that best friend you've got a crush on...' Well, it’s now or never -'Is you, yeah..', Sam admits and starts, 'and....' They both laugh again and Steve nods and just says- 'yeah, it’s you, too.'

And then they kiss and yaaay, happy ending!!!

And then the epilogue would be about them having a nice dinner with Bucky and Nat a couple of months later, and the whole time, Sam and Steve are being very much in loveTM. The three guys are standing in the kitchen, while Natasha is in the bathroom and Bucky's making a funny quib about how sickeningly cute Sam and Steve are together - and Sam, well, Sam just raises his eyebrows and is like, 'You know what, you're not allowed to say anything bout that, you and Romanoff have been acting waaaaay worse over the last year. At least we got our shit together in the end, what's your excuse, you are obviously absolutely in love with her!', and of course Nat chooses that exact moment to enter the room, hand on Bucky's waist, dropping a kiss on his cheek and is like, 'What do you mean, we've been dating for 6 months?' And Steve laughs and Sam groans bc .... he loves his friends, he does, but clearly, CLEARLY they ALL have to work on their communication skills!

The End.

#samsteve #buckynat #endgame fix it #Sam Wilson #Steve Rogers #Skinny!Steve #I know it's stupid and cheesy but everything else in my life feels a bit too much at the moment so I needed something cute to think about #Seriously though if anyone wants to use this as a prompt to draw or write... please do

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whoneedsapublisher · 3 years ago

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Sisters Chapter 1: Ruby and the Not A Date

I'm back and my novel isn't finished so uhhh oops. Anyway here's an old RWBY fic I finally managed to finish. Elderburn and Whiterose. It's chaptered and I was going to put it in one post but tumblr won't let me for... some reason.

Words: ~4200

Summary: Ruby has a problem. And it's one that she's having trouble finding anyone to ask for help with. Yang's only problem, though, is that she hasn't had a nice night out in way too long. At least at first.

Also on Ao3

Ruby felt a little greedy.

Really, her life was pretty great right now! I mean, she was in Beacon! Two years early! Not only that, but she was a team leader, and her team had Yang, and her partner was totally cool and awesome and a really good student who helped her with homework. Also, Blake was cool too. Ruby would feel a little guilty not counting her as a positive too. And of course, she had an awesome weapon.

Buuuut, the problem was kiiinda with the “totally awesome partner” thing. Cause, like, it was super great having Weiss as her partner! She was really strong, really smart, and even though she was a little mean sometimes, she always helped Ruby out when she really needed it. Like, with her homework. That was worth mentioning a second time. Okay, sure, she was partially doing it because her grades were linked to Ruby, but it wasn’t all that. But she was also really pretty. And she was really cute when she was flustered, and the way she wrinkled her nose was really really adorable, and… well…

Ruby… kinda-sort-maybe wanted her to be a liiiitle more than a partner. Or, well, maybe a lot more. Or like, not really any more than being a partner, but like, a different kind of partner? Like not a partner in crime partner either, but...

Basically Ruby kinda wanted to kiss her a lot, and even though Yang sometimes kissed people on the cheek and stuff, Ruby was pretty sure she wanted to kiss Weiss in a way that wasn’t really a battle-partner way. Also she wanted Weiss to kiss her, and have Weiss not kiss other people, and also cuddle with Weiss, and she was pretty sure that at least two of those weren’t normal huntress-partner behaviour.

Unfortunately, she didn’t really… know how to do anything about it. Sure, she had all these feelings, but it’s not like could just… tell Weiss about them. That’d be crazy! She didn’t even know if Weiss was into girls! She didn’t even know if she was into girls, really. And even if Weiss was into girls, it didn’t mean it was into her. What if she messed everything up between them?! She didn’t want to ruin team RWBY’s unity just because she wanted to kiss Weiss! She was the leader, she had to put the team first!

Buuuuut, she couldn’t just ignore those feelings either. They were super distracting! She was starting not to pay attention in class cause she was staring at Weiss, and Weiss kept yelling at her when she couldn’t remember what the lesson was about. She had to do something about the situation, or Weiss would end up at mad at her either way.

Her first idea was to ask Yang. Yang knew a lot about kissing and partners and stuff, she might have an idea what Ruby should do.

“Hey Yang, I have a question.”

As Yang looked up from her scroll and raised an eyebrow, the realization hit Ruby like a bolt of lightning.

She couldn’t ask Yang about this.

Ruby wasn’t a very good liar, especially when it came to Yang. If she tried to get answers about what to do about Weiss, she’d end up revealing more than she meant to. And if Yang knew, even if she didn’t tell Weiss directly, it would make things all weird and Weiss would get suspicious and everything would go wrong.

She had to get out of this.

“Um,” she said, nervously, racking her brain for something else to ask about. “Do… you… cats?”

“What?” Yang said, giving her a quizzical look.

“Do you like cats?” Ruby said quickly. “Y-You know, since we have Zwei we never really had a cat, but a bunch of people have cats as pets, and I didn’t ever know if you would have wanted a cat or if you even like cats at all!”

Yang stared at her, dumbfounded. “Sure,” she said slowly. “I like cats. Why the sudden interest, Ruby?”

“N-No reason! Just curious! Okay, gotta go, bye!” Ruby activated her semblance and dashed out before Yang could ask any more questions.

Good job, Ruby, That wasn’t suspicious at all. Jeez, now Yang was going to give her all kind of weird looks and think she was trying to adopt a stray cat or something! Why had she asked about cats of all things? Ugh, she needed to stop panicking like that. Weiss would be super mad if she knew. “You have to get control of yourself, Ruby! If you panic like that in combat, you could get us all killed, or completely fail the mission! You must stay calm at all times!”

Ruby came to a stop out in the courtyard, under a tree that she liked to sit under sometimes. Or hide in when she was avoiding Weiss. Flopping down under it and staring up into the branches, Ruby heaved a sigh.

So much for asking for help. Guess she was on her own for this one.

Well, that was fine, right? It’s not like she had to do anything that complicated. She just had to find a way to let Weiss know that she wanted to kiss without her getting mad or anything. Totally possible!

Okay, okay, remember what Weiss said. Approach an impossible problem by finding the conditions where it could be solved.

So… she had to find out if Weiss wanted to kiss girls, first. Or anyone, for that matter.

If Weiss didn’t want anything to do with romance, it would make everything waaaay more awkward. If she knew Weiss at least maybe might want to date someone possibly, it was at least a start!

“There you are, Ruby!”

Huh. Ruby had heard “speak of the devil”, but she didn’t realize it worked on thoughts. Also, Weiss wasn’t really a devil. Did speaking of angels make them appear too?

Jeez, that was corny. Ruby was super glad she hadn’t said that out loud.

“Hi Weiss!” Ruby said, looking up at Weiss as she put her hands on her hips and glared down at Ruby.

“Don’t you ‘Hi Weiss’ me, Ruby Rose!” Weiss snapped. “Why are you loitering around out here when we have homework due tomorrow?”

“I already did the homework for tomorrow, though,” Ruby said.

Weiss stopped, and then blinked in confusion.

“...What?”

“I did it yesterday when I got stuck in the library waiting for Blake,” Ruby said.

Weiss gasped. “Ruby Rose, you actually did your homework in advance?” she said.

“It’s not that weird,” Ruby grumbled.

“Name a single time you’ve done that this year when it wasn’t at my insistence. And no, ‘tuning Crescent Rose for a weapon inspection’ does not count.”

“Hmph,” Ruby said, crossing her arms. So maybe she wasn’t that concerned with doing homework ahead of time. So what? They didn’t make deadlines a day before the deadline! That wouldn’t even work! So clearly, it was okay as long as it was by the deadline.

“Well, it’s a good thing that you’ve done it this time, at least,” Weiss said. “If you’ve finished your homework, I suppose you’re free to use your time however you wish.” She wrinkled her nose. “Although I’m not sure exactly what you’re doing. Yang seems to think you’re looking for a cat.”

Ruby groaned. “I knew she’d get the wrong idea…” she said, despondent.

“Well, enjoy yourself either way, I suppose,” Weiss said, turning to leave.

“Wait!” Ruby said, and Weiss turned back.

“Um… what are you doing?” Ruby asked.

“Leaving,” Weiss said.

“No, I mean… what are you leaving to go do? You already finished your homework, right?”

“Of course,” Weiss said, preening. “I’m already days ahead of our assignments.”

“Do you wanna go into town?”

It wasn’t something Ruby had really planned. Honestly, her thought process had pretty much been “I don’t want Weiss to leave”, and her mouth had taken over from there.

“What?” Weiss said again, although she seemed less startled by Ruby’s sudden invitation than she had by her doing homework early.

“You know, like… go to a cafe, or something! Maybe walk around a little bit?”

Weiss considered the notion for a moment. “Well, I suppose I do need to pick up some dust…” she said.

“Yay!” Ruby said, grabbing Weiss’s arm. “Let’s go!”

“Wait, I didn’t-” Weiss said, but Ruby was already running towards town, dragging her partner behind her.

Okay, okay, she could work with this! Just the two of them, away from the school, out in the town window shopping, and having coffee together- well, Weiss would have coffee- in some kind of nice place, and talking, and then Ruby could tell her casually and Weiss would be in too good a mood to be mad!

It was the perfect plan!

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Jeeeeez, Ruby had forgotten how looooooong Weiss took to pick out dust.

“Are you still not done?” Ruby whined.

“Hush, Ruby,” Weiss said, staring intently at a dust crystal. “I am the heir to the Schnee Dust Company, you may recall. I can’t just use any old dust, I’ll be the laughingstock of the industry.”

Ruby groaned.

Okay, what she was saying was true, and it was also true that Weiss had a fighting style that relied on dust a lot more than any of the other members of team RWBY, so it made sense that she’d be picky about it. Plus, she was really precise and particular about things anyway. Honestly, Ruby kind of liked that about her. But not now! They’d barely got any window shopping done before they got here, and Weiss had mostly been talking about school stuff! Okay, so maybe she’d been going over some stuff that was pretty useful and Ruby hadn’t really remembered, but it wasn’t really part of the plan!

It had already been late afternoon when they’d left the campus. If Weiss spent hours poring over every crystal of dust in the place, all the cafes would close and Ruby’s plan would be totally ruined! But if she bugged Weiss to hurry up, Weiss would get mad and then there’d be no point in going to a cafe anyway because she’d lose the whole good mood thing!

She had to figure out some way to get Weiss out of here without hurrying her along… think, Ruby, think!

“Um,” Ruby said casually. “So, uh, what makes dust good or bad, anyway?”

“Well, it’s actually quite interesting,” Weiss said, and Ruby realized that she’d made a terrible mistake. “Purity is the main factor, of course, but the processing plays a major role too. Personally, I prefer dust that’s processed with the Shade-Krutzen me-”

“Shade-Krutzen?!” The shopkeep said incredulously.

Weiss looked over at him. “Yes. The Shade-Krutzen method gives dust that has stronger internal bonds, resulting in better yield and-”

“Bah! Better yield of suicides, maybe!” The shopkeeper said, waving his hand dismissively. “I don’t carry that crap in my store. If I wanted my inventory to explode on the shelf half the time, I’d go back to selling fireworks.”

“You don’t carry any Shade-Krutzen dust?!” Weiss asked, affronted. “But Schnee dust is almost entir-”

“Don’t carry any of their dust, either,” the man said dismissively. “Overpriced garbage.”

Weiss looked like she was going to explode. Her hands were balled into tight fists at her side, and she was glaring so hard at the shopkeeper that Ruby was kinda surprised that he didn’t just burst into flames even without any dust involved.

“Now you listen here-”

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“Well, I thought you made some good points,” Ruby said, as Weiss stalked away from the shop in a fury. As it turned out, um, the shopkeeper was less than happy about being lectured on how to do his job. Him and Weiss, uh, kinda said a lot of stuff that stopped being anywhere near civil reeeeally fast, and then he sorta… kicked her out. And banned her from the store.

“Don’t worry! It’s not the only dust store in town, right?” she added, when Weiss didn’t respond to her attempt at an olive leaf. Olive branch? Whatever. Peace offering.

“No,” Weiss said, turning to face Ruby with her arms crossed. “And banning me was hardly necessary when I wouldn’t buy dust from him anyway, with such terrible opinions on quality.”

“Right!”

“...but it is the only dust shop in town open this late on a Sunday,” Weiss added, sighing.

“Oh,” Ruby said meekly.

“Hmph. I’ll simply have to get some tomorrow,” Weiss said airily. “Now then, I refuse to let that pompous, ignorant, self-righteous buffoon ruin my day! Let’s go, Ruby. We’re going to go out and have fun, and that hateful cretin is going to seethe in his second rate shop and reflect on his mistakes!”

“Y-Yay!” Ruby said, nervously. Weiss still sounded pretty mad, and she had a glint in her eye that Ruby had learned to be wary of. Plus, it sounded like she kind of only wanted to have fun out of spite. That didn’t seem like a good way to actually have fun. But… at least they were out of the shop before everything closed, and Weiss wasn’t mad at Ruby, so… her plan was kind of working? Sorta?

“Ruby! Come on, let’s… look in that shop’s window!”

“Huh?” Ruby asked. Weiss dragged her over to a nearby shop and made an exaggerated effort to stare at the items on display. Which appeared to be… pots and pans?

“Uh… Weiss? What are you doing?”

“I’m obviously window shopping,” Weiss said, sniffing disdainfully.

“But… you don’t cook. Like, ever,” Ruby said.

“Well… perhaps I was planning to start!” Weiss said stubbornly.

“Okay?” Ruby said. Arguing with her right now seemed like a bad idea.

Weiss let out a sigh of frustration and stalked to the next shop.

At first, that was the pattern. Weiss would go to some inappropriate shop, glower at the merchandise, and then move to the next. But eventually, they started reaching shops with clothes and jewelry and stuffed toys, and Ruby could actually muster up conversation besides “what the heck would you need a power drill for”, and little by little, Weiss’s determined glare faded, and her tightly pursed mouth loosened into occasional real smiles.

“Hey, do you want to get something to drink?” Ruby asked, pointing to the cafe she’d been carefully drifting them towards for the last half hour. “My treat?”

“Treating me is quite unnecessary,” Weiss said. “But I wouldn’t mind a coffee.”

“Okay!” Ruby said. The cafe was one she’d been to before. They did have coffee, but luckily for her, they also served great hot chocolate. As she went up to the counter to get their beverages while Weiss went off to find a place to sit, she began to plan out her attack.

The place was starting to empty out considering how late it was, so finding a place where they’d be alone would be easy. Then she just had to tell Weiss about how she felt. Although… how would she start that conversation? She wasn’t any good at getting things to go to the subject she wanted to talk about without making it super obvious...

Well, whatever. Improvising had worked well so far, right? She’d just have to keep doing that.

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Improvising was not working.

She’d tried to keep things light at first, to let Weiss continue shifting into a good mood. Unfortunately, now that she’d started the conversation out that way, she couldn’t figure out how to stop having small talk and talk about… all her feelings!

It wasn’t like she didn’t like just chatting about school and other students and stuff with Weiss. Heck, she was really enjoying herself! It was fun to just talk with Weiss like this, without them fighting or arguing or anything.

And she was kinda terrified to ruin that. Whenever she opened her mouth to try to shift the subject towards more feelings-y topics, she’d chicken out and just bring up something else. And the worst part was she didn’t even feel bad about it! She was happy when Weiss smiled at her, laughed at one of her jokes, or commiserated with one of her complaints.

Ugh. Who could have guessed that being in love with Weiss would make it so hard to tell Weiss that she was in love with her?!

Wait. Had she just thought…? Was she really…?

“Well, we should get back to school,” Weiss said, finishing her coffee and starting to stand up.

“I’m… in love with Weiss…?”

“...What?”

Oh heck. Had she just said that out loud?

“Um!” Ruby said.

“Did… Did I hear you correctly, Ruby Rose?” Weiss said, her face flushing a deep red. “Did you just say-”

Ohhhh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

“Um! GottagoI’llseeyouatschoolIhadfunokaybye!”

Forcing the words out as fast as she could, Ruby abandoned her empty hot chocolate cup and zipped to the cafe door at top speed, only barely pausing to open it before she blasted off with her semblance again.

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Okay. Okay. Well, on the plus side, she’d figured out how she felt about Weiss, right? That was good! She’d been pretty confused about it before, but as soon as the word “love” had popped into her head, it all clicked together. Her kissy desires made a lot more sense, all of a sudden.

And, uh, well, she’d definitely find out if Weiss was into girls, or more specifically her, really soon! Because as soon as Weiss got back to the dorm, which just happened to be missing Blake and Yang at the moment, she was definitely going to have something to say to Ruby.

Heck.

Just as Ruby was considering fleeing the room and hiding under Jaune’s bed for a week, Weiss appeared at door, leaning against the doorway as she caught her breath.

“Ruby… Rose…” she managed, gasping for air. Had she run all the way back here? Oh no she was probably super mad. “What did you say to me?”

“Um…” Ruby said.

“Do not lie to me,” Weiss said, narrowing her eyes.

Ruby shifted uncomfortably. “Um… do the people out in the hall have to hear too?”

Weiss glanced behind her to see a few people gawking at her. Running through dorm hallways tended to draw attention. Well, not when Ruby did it. But people were used to her doing it. Weiss doing it was way weirder.

Weiss sighed and stepped inside the dorm, closing the door behind her.

“You, um, look kind of tired. Do you want a drink-”

“Stop stalling, Ruby.”

Ruby wilted. Aw shoot.

“What. Did. You. Say. At the cafe.”

“I…” Ruby said. “I said… that… maybe… y’know, like, possibly… I’m a little… kind of… inlovewithyou?”

Weiss flushed.

“I… see,” she said, stiffly. With wooden movements, she strode over to her bed and sat down heavily.

“Are you… mad?” Ruby asked hesitantly.

“What? No. Why would I be mad?” Weiss said. “I’m just…”

She sighed. “I need some time to think about this,” she said.

“Okay?” Ruby said. Frankly, this was all completely different to how she’d expected Weiss to react. It had taken her some time to work out how she felt, but she didn’t think Weiss would be like that. Weiss always knew what she did and didn’t like… didn’t she?

The doorknob turned, and Ruby dashed into her bed, hiding under her sheets.

“Uh… you alright there, Ruby?” Yang’s voice came from below.

“I’m fine!” Ruby said, popping out from under the covers. “Welcome back, Yang!”

Yang raised her eyebrow, and then a look of realization dawned.

“Ruby…” she said. “Are you hiding a cat up there?”

Ugh. Why did Ruby have to have settled on asking about cats?

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The next week, Weiss didn’t say anything about Ruby’s impromptu confession. Ruby tried her best to act normal, but it was definitely weird. Yang kept giving her odd looks all the time too. Ruby was sure that she thought the two of them had fought over something, and she suspected that Yang was starting to realize that Ruby was hiding something from her.

Ruby was constantly tempted to bring it up. To confront Weiss about it and demand that she give her some kind of answer. But every time she thought of doing it, she imagined Weiss yelling at her and shied away from it. Sure, it wasn’t great to be left waiting, but it was better than being rejected outright, right? If she gave Weiss more time to think, it meant more time for her to realize how great Ruby was and how she should definitely kiss her a bunch!

And it kind of seemed like it was working. Ruby noticed Weiss watching her more than before, although she’d always look away whenever Ruby met her eyes, and while they were a little awkward around each other, Weiss seemed almost… friendly, sometimes. It felt like it wasn’t going to be long before Weiss came up to her and gave her an answer, without Ruby having to bug her at all.

And then Weiss got the message about her sister coming to visit.

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Yang checked the clock and stood up, stretching as she cleared off her table and made her way back to Bumbleby.

She’d left the dorm in the afternoon, as much to get away from her roommates as anything else. Weiss was wound up like a coiled spring about her mysterious sister coming to town, and her pacing around the dorm and trying to make Ruby presentable was starting to wear on Yang’s nerves. So rather than trying to focus on her scroll with Weiss panicking and Ruby meekly agreeing to put on the twentieth dress that day, Yang decided it would be a good day to hit the town and sample the nightlife.

Even if she hadn’t wanted to escape the dorm, the idea was appealing. She wouldn’t say that she was the most devoted or studious person at Beacon, but truth be told she really had started to neglect her social life in favour of studying and training lately. Mostly the latter. She was starting to miss going to clubs to dance rather than to blow the place up. So if an excuse like this was going to fall right into her lap, well, why wouldn’t she jump at it?

So she went into the city near Beacon and spent a pleasant few hours poking around in bookstores and enjoying some coffee with a new book that Blake had talked her into giving a try if she ever found a copy. Yang didn’t think it was going to turn her into as voracious a reader as Blake or her sister any time soon, but she had to admit it was a page turner, and she’d lost track of time a little.

Which was perfect, because now that it was starting to get late, she could move on to the part that she’d been most looking forward to.

Hitting the nightclubs and letting lose with some drinks and some dancing.

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“It’s… acceptable,” Weiss finally said.

They were hours into Weiss’s personal critiquing of Ruby’s wardrobe but somehow, impossibly, Ruby had managed to find an outfit that Weiss approved of before the sun went down.

“Ughhhh, finally,” Ruby said, flopping back onto the bed behind her.

“Don’t do that, you’ll wrinkle it,” Weiss scolded. “Change back into something else and put that away for tomorrow so it’s still presentable.”

“Alright, alright,” Ruby said, sighing as she stood up and stretched. She was getting stiff from playing the role of a dress up doll… “Why do you care so much, how I look anyway?” she asked.

“W-Well…” Weiss flushed and looked away, clearing her throat awkwardly. “I’m… not close with my parents, or my awful little brother. Winter is the most important part of my family to me. So… well, isn’t it natural to want your girlfriend to make a good impression when she first meets your family?” she glanced back at Ruby, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. “That is… if that is what you are.”

Girlfriend.

Weiss wanted Ruby to be her girlfriend. Weiss wanted to introduce Ruby to her family as her girlfriend.

“Eeeeeeeee-”

“Wait, Ruby, no, don’t-” Weiss started, raising her hands, but it was too late. Ruby sprung into her with a tackling hug, knocking her down onto the bed with her.

“Ruby! You’re wrinkling everything again!”

#rwby #whiterose #elderburn #white rose #storytag:sisters

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janeelyakiri · 2 years ago

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For the Fluffy headcanons ask... Um...how do you expect me to choose??

I'm going to be a greedy greedy friend and request the whole dang alphabet for Jackal... He deserves some good fluff with his S/O!

A = affection - Jackal's not normally super affectionate, being Aromantic. After sex he still cuddles and does proper aftercare, but casual affection is rare. But if he finds someone that makes him want to be... his hands will not keep to himself.

B = best memory- First time summoning his whip. Yeah Falcon got his eye scar from it but! It was still the best moment of his life.

C = cat or dog person- Cat, though he gets fussy about the fur shedding.

D = dreams - He wants to be a parent. He hopes for a daughter, a little princess to dote on.

E = evenings- Nice glass of wine while he cooks. Perhaps reading while relaxing in his office.

F = first date- He went a bit too over the top and scared his first date into thinking he was going to murder them. He's toned down since then lol!

G = giggle- 'Nyehahahaha!' Very deep and powerful laugh, though if it's a bad joke that managed to make him laugh, he'll snort and cover it up by being 'mad'.

H = hugs- He likes to hug from behind.

I = instrument- Nope, and I don't think he wants to try? Well, maybe piano. But he's so busy!

J = joy- Seeing his Empire grow, seeing the monsters under his protection feel safer.

K = kisses- Passionate, hungry.

L = love- Baffled, he's aro (technically demiromantic but has such high standards) so if he feels the romantic feels he gets super confused, then angry because he's confused.

M = memory- Deciding to protect Shake.

N = no- Sitting on his countertops that's for FOOD not BUTTS

O = occupation- He's working his dream job! Being a Mafia boss.

P = parent- Sweet and doting, though maybe a bit too overprotective and spoils his kids.

Q = questions- This is such a silly one for UT characters shfkjdsf but yes, he believes.

R = romantic- He is, yes! He might not experience those emotions much but he knows how to BE romantic. Roses and candles and backrubs, all the good stuff.

S = smile- Shake. He has such a soft spot for his human.

T = together-He can be a bit... possessive. Yet physically distant. It depends on his mood.

U = unbearable- *Nagging*.

V = videos- What, and create evidence? Hell no! ... Maybe photos.

W = wedding- He'd have a grand wedding, all of monsterkind invited sort of wedding. And the honeymoon would be a month long...

X = eXtra- Jackal is genderfluid, mainly goes by 'he' but when using her feminine ecto, prefers 'she'. But their favorite pronoun is 'Boss'.

Y = yuck- Tardiness, messes, grease, people sitting on his counters...

Z = zzzz- Sleeps pretty light. Decades of paranoia still makes sleeping hard.

#ask game #jackal!papyrus

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Mutual Enduring

Hello everyone! Today on the wavewave agenda we have a whump two-shot! With a side of humanformers (they're still from cybetron and age like in canon but they look and act human) Slightly warning for mentions of torture and some sexy stuff.

Continuity: Fan continuity (mostly a mix of IDW 1 and TFP)

@wavewave-week

Wavewave Week- Day 4- Power/Affection

He hated the feeling of cold metal against his skin, the needles, the darkness, the restraints that caused his arms and legs to go numb, but most of all he hated remembering.

The memories of the night the empurata was performed on him were memories he purpusely supressed, the only thing m he couldn't be rid off was the pain, at least not without medication.

Both he and Breakdown had been captured by MECH, neither could manage to escape or free themselves. It was an illogical outcome, that humans had gotten the best of two Cybertronians, but alas his current predicament was proof that it was possible.

He didn't know where Breakdown was, or if he was still alive, but if he managed to escape he'd look for him. He owed the man that much after he took a hit for him.

"Shockwave!" A female voice called out. He heard an alarm sound along with footsteps and gunfire. Just what was happening outside his room.

His was fading in and out of consciousness, but he could see the wall falling apart. Some people had taken down the door.

The voice from before called him again, it was louder and more distinct, as he could now recognize.

"Monochrome?" He muttered. His throat was raspy from dehydration and he couldn't speak properly.

"Yes it's me. Don't worry we're here to get you out."

"Breakdown, is he...?"

"He's safe, he's the one who told us you were still here and alive." he recognized Knockout's distinct voice as the medic began undoing his restraints. He didn't sound too chirpy however. "Just what did they do to you?!"

He couldn't answer, but deduced the man was asking about the peeled skin of his arms, or the scars on his chest. Even if the room was more illuminated now, he still couldn't properly discern the silouttes of his comrades.

"We'll carry you out. Just hold on until we get to the Nemesis. Please Shockwave! Please try to hold on!"

He could feel her tears falling on him. Why? Why would she cry for him? Why would anyone cry for him? They both carried him away from the building, setting the place ablaze as they escaped.

Outside it was nighttime, the stars looked so tiny from here, or maybe that was his vision failing him again.

There were more voices in the distance, getting closer. Obsidian, Strika, even Breakdown was there although he sounded much different. There was one voice however he was not expecting, at least not in such a desperate manner.

Soundwave's melodic voice was so strained, he was asking a myriad of questions in rapid fire to both Knockout and Monochrome. The medics had to calm him down as everyone finally headed towards the arriving Nemesis.

Shockwave's conciousness was slipping, the last thing her remembered was holding onto Soundwave's hand as he was weekend away to the medbay.

***

Soundwave has never felt as powerless as he did at this moment. Well, except perhaps for the time he found Shockwave after his empurata.

Both tragedies had been similar. The man he loved was covered in blood and in desperate need of care. The first tragedy he'd survived, but forgotten who he was before it, what he had before being turned into an emotionless man who simply cared for logic. The second was still unfolding, and all Soundwave could do was pray that he survived. Even if he changed once more, even if that small spark of remembrance was gone.

"Why is it taking so long?!" He asked, throwing the glass he was holding to the wall, where it shattered to bits.

Rumble and Frenzy both looked surprised but didn't question it, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw had fallen asleep, while Ravage and Megatron had just arrived at the scene.

"Soundwave stop!"

He froze upon hearing Megatron yell. The tall man also looked to be worried, but no one could tell for certain.

"I'm concerned for Shockwave's health as well but stressing like this won't help anyone. He's receiving medical attention, all that's left to do now is to wait.

When he's well, he'll need support, especially yours. You must be in good health as well."

He nodded, still nervous and mad. His superior must've noticed as he pulled him into a hug. While they were close he knew Megatron was not the type to be affectionate in public. He returned the hug, holding back the tears and simply letting himself go.

It too a while for the two to separate. Ravege then took over comfort duties and purred as he nuzzled his friend. Soundwave picked him up and pet him as he waited outside the medbay. After what seemed like an eternity, Monochrome came out of the room, her scrubs were covered in blood but she was smiling.

"He's okay. His organs were fine and all we had to do was place some skin grafts and rehydration serum. You may see him now if you like, he'll be up soon." The dark skinned woman yawned. "I however will be going to bed."

"Go, I'll join you soon enough." Megatron told her.

She nodded and left. His superior turned to look at him. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's fine. Go with your wife, I'm sure she's tired after all of this, and so are you. Thank you sir, and please thank Monochrome on my behalf too.

Megatron nodded before leaving. Rumble and Frenzy took care of the pets before he headed inside, hoping Shockwave wouldn't forget even more.

***

The two people he first saw were Knockout and Breakdown. The medic was changing his gloves and coat while Breakdown spoke to him from his bed. His tanned skin was covered in bandages, and he wore an eyepatch. He soon noticed that Shockwave was awake.

"Shockwave! You're awake!" Breakdown beamed. "I'm glad you're okay. It seems like we'll be matching now." He joked as he pointed to his eyepatch.

How? How could he endure such torture and still be smiling like that? It was one of the many questions his research wouldn't answer.

"It's satisfactory to know you were rescued and alive. Thank you for your concern Breakdown."

"Anytime."

Knockout walked over to his side. "May I give you a quick check up now that you're awake? I have to know if you have any lingering pain."

He would've laughed but he didn't have the energy to be sarcastic at the moment, he simply nodded and let the medic examine him.

Someone else came into the room, it was Soundwave. His blue hair was a mess and his eyes looked as if he'd been crying. Neither Breakdown nor Knockout seemed surprised.

"Medically you're fine. Don't take off these bandages in at least two days, they're waterproof and soft so they'll allowed you to sleep and bathe, if you don't have anything else you need me to look at you should be good to go."

Shockwave nodded and tried to stand, but he would've fallen down face first had Soundwave not picked him up. "I'll carry you."

He didn't protest as the other man carried him away or when they arrived at Soundwave's room instead of his lab.

"I volunteered to care for you. Tomorrow you can go to the lab, but tonight you should rest. I'll ready a bath for you and make you food."

He stayed silent and seated on Soundwave's bed as the blue haired man ran around the room. He put his sons and pets to bed and was now serving him dinner.

Why was he always so caring? The two of them knew eachother for milenia, Soundwave was the only person he remembered after the shadowplay and empurata experiments performed on him, yet no matter how hard he tried to remember he couldn't recall anything else. Were they once close? He couldn't say, but that seemed like the most likely hypothesis.

"Food's ready."

"Soundwave."

"Yes? Is anything wrong? Do you want something else? Maybe you'd rather take the bath first, sorry I can reheat the soup after, no worries."

"No no! I'm fine. I just ...I must ask you a question."

"Yes?"

"Why do you care so much for me? Our fields of work are vastly different, as are our social circles and our personalities yet you constantly look out for me...You're also the only person I can remember from my old life. Why is that? Can you give me an answer?"

"I can, but not now. We can talk before we sleep. I promise."

He decided to trust his comrade. After eating and taking a bath he was ready to speak with Soundwave. He sat beside him on the bed waiting for him to speak.

Soundwave was trembling, as if he was terrified of speaking. Shockwave was not good at dealing with emotional people but somehow he knew what to do.

His hands fell upon Soundwave's fair face, their red gaze was full of tears but he didn't look away. Soundwave placed his hand over his tenderly.

It seemed he was finally ready to answer him.

***

"I love you. I've loved you for centuries. Before the war happened and you were tortured, we were sparkmates... Then you were taken from me, and I thought I'd spend my life pinning for that version of you, but I didn't, because I love you still. Even if you don't remember, even if you're more alligned with logic than emotion, even if you don't love me back. I still love you Shockwave."

It wasn't in his nature to be surprised, but he would've never expected this answer.

It made sense, he'd seen how the couples of the Nemesis acted, or even human pairs. The fact that despite their distance Soundwave was so caring towards him, or that he'd be the only one his mind refused to forget. Even now, he seemed to know what the other wanted without voicing it.

Soundwave thought he'd faint when he felt Shockwave's lips over his. He'd always been a greedy kisser, even in their youth. He'd sometimes surprise Soundwave with a deep kiss before parting ways, other times he'd simply seduced him with his soft voice and clever hands.

After letting go they both took a moment to intensely memorize the other's face. Shockeave hadn't changed much save for his missing eye, which was now made of glass, and the scars upon his neck and arms that hadn't faded in centuries. Soundwave looked almost the same, but his built was stronger and he was now as tall as Shockwave.

"You taste as good as I remembered." He whispered. "I've missed you."

"Soundwave, are you certain I'm what you desire? There are other cons who'd give you the affection you crave, the affection you deserve. I don't know if I'll ever be the man you first fell in love with."

"Shockwave, I'm certain that you're the only one I want. Whether you're a kind senator or a serious scientist or a combination of both. I love every aspect of you."

That was all the confirmation he needed. He kissed Soundwave again, this time the blue haired man seemed to melt into the gesture, giving all control to him. Shockwave smirked as he gently bit Soundwave's bottom lip.

"Mmh! Seems like you haven't forgotten that."

"I've bitten you before?"

"Many times. You've left lots of marks. Not that I'm complaining."

Soundwave gently placed Shockwave upon the pillows. "And while I love your bites, I think I'd prefer spoiling you with kisses."

He let Soundwave do as he pleased. As promised the spymaster kissed his lips, cheeks, neck and even his chest. After three days of torture, this was exactly what he'd needed.

"Soundwave, let me kiss you too."

His heart raced when Shockeave pulled him into a kiss. Soundwave felt the scientist hands tangled in his hair, he kissed every inch he could get his lips on, and wouldn't let go until they were both breathless.

Sleep was taking over for them both. Soundwave pulled Shockwave close, careful not to worsen his injuries. "Are you comfortable?"

"Very much so."

"Good."

"I could tell you craved this. Your desperate touch, it breaks my heart."

"You don't need to worry about that, Shockwave. I'm fine now that you're with me.

I'll take care of you. And once you're better we'll hunt down the humans who hurt you and Breakdown. I promise."

"That's comforting to hear. But all I desire now is to sleep by your side. I intend to give you more affection tomorrow."

Soundwave smiled. "I'd like that. Goodnight dear."

"Goodnight."

Shockwave was not used to sleeping, much less with another person by his side, but the beating of Soundwave's heart and the feel of his arms around him was enough to grant him the most peaceful sleep he had in centuries.

#wavewave #wavewave-week #tf soundwave #tf shockwave #tf breakdown #tf knockout #tf rumble #tf frenzy #tf lazerbeak #tf buzzsaw #tf ravage #tf Megatron #tf oc #tf Monochrome #two-shot #mini fic #tw: torture

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