#sorry i've been a poor partner to everyone

[asterigos]

Sorry it's taken me so long to return. Health and non-health stuff has come up, working more (trying to keep up with capitalism and all that), and I hit a creative/writing wall while I keep trying to buckle down more on outside-of-work work stuff. I will do my best to return soon! Replies to DMs will be sporadic and slow, replies to RP threads still largely on hold, but the occasional one may crop up as I try to chip away at the very long list of ones I owe on here and 1x1.

[shysuccubusstuff]

homicipher! men making it fit pt. 1:

Characters: Mr. Crawling + Mr. Scarletta - female reader

Content: non proof-reader; first time males + unexperienced LI + cunnilingus + breeding + unrealistic descriptions + slight obssession + overstimulation.

Note: I hope everyone who has found out about this game a great evening!! I'm so happy that so many people are interested on the game ♡. I'm sorry for those who wish for a neutral reader, I still struggle with it :((. Sorry for taking so long, I'm with uni stuff so this will probably take a while. Let me know if you have suggestions for the next part!! + Sorry if it seems rushed/short I've been letting this marinate for a bit too long...

Mr. Crawling:

Mr. Crawling who has no real idea of what he's doing to you, after all, it was your idea to do this, your hands running down his body as he started to feel something up with him, some strange feeling, like a heat starting to build up.

Mr. Crawling who keeps following your commands, his cold hands trailing down your body before getting rid of your clothes. His fingers tracing your nipples, his slightly warm breath hitting against your ear. His hands then move lower, starting to move towards your underwear, his fingertips tracing your clothed clit. He smiles as soon as he hears your soft moans leave your mouth.

Mr. Crawling who takes his time getting your body ready. He takes as much time as needed, kissing your mouth and using his tongue the way you taught him. At the same time, he uses his hands, one keeps playing with your chest, while the other keeps rubbing against your poor clit, not stopping even as your body was twitching from the overstimulation.

Mr. Crawling who is finally able to get his tip inside of you, his girth making you whine as you try to get used to his size. He keeps you in place, not moving an inch as he kept seeing your brows furrowed, his hands leaving handprints on your skin.

Mr. Crawling who keeps kissing your mouth, his tongue intertwined with yours as he tried to distract you, his cock slowly entering you until he finally bottomed out.

"You good?" Mr. Crawling asked, his hand rubbing against the small bulge that was forming in your tummy. He kept petting your head in slow strokes, almost as if he was trying to keep you as distracted as possible from the feeling.

"Too big, just... give me a moment, please." He nodded, his smiling face looking a bit too happy, for someone that was almost making you go dumb just from his girth.

Mr. Crawling kept you still for a second, just enough for you to finally get a bit more comfortable with him inside. As soon as you nodded to him, allowed him to keep going, his tip was already hitting your poor cervix on a rapid rhythm. Despite your attempts of telling him to slow down, it seemed that your brain was no longer working, perhaps too overwhelmed with the feeling of Mr. Crawling rearranging your insides., so you allowed yourself to be used by him, not caring even as he kept filling your insides once after the other.

By the time you were able to form a sentence, your legs were completely covered with marks, not only fingerprints, but also Mr. Crawling's hickeys, almost as if he was some kind of dog leaving his mark all over you...

Well, he was definitely able to make it fit, I suppose.

Mr. Scarletella:

Mr. Scarletella who almost explodes the second you let him approach you.

Mr. Scarletella who is able to (slowly) make you his, always making his way, even if it took him quite some time.

Mr. Scarletellawho is completely blissed the moment you allow him to become your one and only partner.

Mr. Scarletella who becomes more and more possessive as time goes on.

Mr. Scarletella who decides to try some of the ways he has seen other humans get "close".

Before you realised, he was already cornering you against the cold wall, his frame towering over you.

"Want take?" He is smiling, his hand signaling himself.

"What do you mean?... You want me to take you?" You look at him confused, but he simply answers with an energetic nod. Despite your confussion, you smile at him, not really sure about what he means, but you're sure it won't be dangerous... right?

Suddenly, he moves one of his hands towards his pants, unbuttoning them and lowering them just enough to let his member out, the size almost making you shiver in fear.

"I... I don't think that would fit, how about we leave it for some other time, yeah? Just---" Your words are stopped by his lips crashing against yours, as his hands gripped your hips, easily lifting you up in the air.

"Me want you. Know way to make you mine." He smiled again, although this time it had a slightly creepy undertone.

"I don't think you even know what this is supposed to be--- Fuck where did you even learn about this type of stuff?" You try to get him to put you down, but your attempts have no result, in fact, it's almost as if he tried arder, maybe because of his desperation of feeling truly close to you.

"Need you. Humans taught me, I saw them. Let me do it." His begging eyes end up convincing you, letting your body relax on his grasp and allowing him to start to rub the tip against you.

"Wait! You can't just shove it inside, you need to prepare... the place." He looks confused at you, which somehow makes you feel even more embarrassed. "You can, well, shove your fingers, some people prefer to use the tongue... There's stuff for that but I doubt we have that kind of thing here, you know? So we can just stick to--" Your sentence is once again shortened, as your position is suddenly changed, your legs now resting on his shoulders as he starts to use his tongue to pleasure you, not allowing you to escape from his grip.

"Good, so good. Love you." His words left him even as he kept using his tongue to prepare you, his tongue lapping on your fluids while his hands tried to keep you in place. As he started getting the hang of it, he gently introduced his fingers inside you, his mouth sucking on your clit as he made his way into you, your head starting to spin as the overstimulation became too much.

Mr. Scarletella kept going until you came a few time, devouring the fluids that you kept leaking. Then, he allowed you to rest for a few seconds, letting you breath as he hugged you, keeping you tightly wrapped around his hips. When he saw that your breathing was once again stable, he started to align his dick to your entrance, inserting little by little until he was finally able to thrust as much as you were able to handle due to your small size in contrast with him.

"Good, not afraid?" He petted you, using only one arm to keep you lifted as he started to move himself inside you, just enough to get you panting and bitting on his shoulder. "Too big? You can handle it." He (tried to) reassure you as he kissed your face, peppering soft kisses all over it as he started to move with more strenght, almost as if he was punishing you which forced you to keep your mouth open as lewd moans kept coming out. The sound of your skin hitting against his resonating all over the long corridor where you were, your face flushing just from the thought of being found by anyone of the other ghosts.

Mr. Scarletella was able to fit it, even if it was not the whole thing.

[animemakesmeanxiouss]

It's okay, there are a lot of people to save right now. He'll get to you, you thought to yourself, as you tightened your hold on the railing of the now-destroyed balcony you were just barely hanging on to.

Katsuki was fighting one the villains with his blasts while Gale Force was saving people who had been hurt or stuck by the villains attack.

Your arms were in so much pain, but you had no way to propel your lower half up to try and leverage yourself into a more stable position so you were using all of your upper body strength to keep yourself wrapped around until he could get to you.

Soon the screams and cries around you dwindled, signifying their removal from any danger, leaving only you, thankfully. You waited and waited, but still no savior came. Then, your arms went numb.

No no no, this cannot be happening right now.

You could feel your grip starting to loosen up and you slipped, just by a couple of centimeters, but you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up much longer. You were solely focused on holding on, but it was getting so difficult. You closed your eyes and tried to tighten your grip as best you could, but the lack of feeling was making things a thousand times more difficult. It was either hold on or die.

Let go said an inner voice. You shook your head furiously with your eyes closed.

"Let go," the voice said again, "I've got you now, doll"

Oh, so it wasn't an inner voice.

You opened your eyes to see Katsuki pulling you into his own arms, making you gladly let go of your railing and hold onto him for dear life.

Your entire body was trembling. From the fear, the adrenaline, or potential nerve damage, you didn't know. You looked up at your savior, and your lover, to see his jaw was clenched tighter than usual as you guys were on your way to the medical tent.

Oh god, he's mad at you

"I-I'm sorry, Kats-"

"Don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong." He cuts you off, but still clearly angry. You rested your head on his chest for the rest of the way, and when he set you down on the ground, he grabbed your arms to inspect them.

"You're going to have insane amounts of bruising from having to hold on so tightly for so long, " he spoke through gritted teeth, before waving a medic over to evaluate you further.

Once they gave him the okay that the bruising would be the worst of the damage, he took you back into him arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked, gently. More gently than you've ever heard him speak before.

You nodded, just as gently, feeling his gloved hand caress your cheek and wiping away tears that you didn't even realize had been running down your face the entire time.

Suddenly, he turned around and stomped his way over to Gale Force, who was just about to give him a congratulatory pat on the back for a job well-done, when Katsuki wound back his fist and punched him so hard, you'd think he'd been launched by a catapult with how far back he flew.

Everyone around was shocked by the punch, but some around looked like they understood why it happened. Meanwhile, you were just watching the scene before you unfold with nothing but utter confusion.

"Next time make sure everyone has been saved before you stand on the sidelines, flexing for girls," Katsuki screamed at him, while pointing towards you. His voice filled with more than just his usual anger, but also the fear and worry he had felt about possibly losing you.

It was then you understood, that while you knew their roles were Katsuki battled and Gale Force rescued, the wind rescuer neglected to do his. That's why Katsuki was so angry. Why his jaw was clenched after he got to you. You'd been abandoned by his mission partner.

Gale Force looked over at you and stuttered out a poor excuse for an apology, but you didn't care. You just wanted Katsuki to hold you and go home, which he surprisingly did.

"Don't you have to do paper-paperwork on this before you can go ho-home?" you asked, still struggling with your speech as you try to process the nerves now that you're safe.

"That fucker can deal with it, if he knows what's good for him," he grumbled, as he flew you back home to the cozy apartment you shared.

You were still trembling when you arrived, and he didn't dare put you down until you were both inside with the door locked and he lovingly placed you on the big cloud couch in your living room before turning on the TV and passing you the remote before making his way to the kitchen. The angry clanking sounds coming from that direction had you more preoccupied than whatever was showing on the big screen until you heard his name.

Uh-oh! Looks like there's trouble in paradise between Pro Heros: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight and Gale Force, as they worked together on today's big take down/rescue mission as villains attacked several buildings in the downtown area. While Dynamight had taken on the role of battling and capturing the villains, Gale Force used his winds to propel himself rapidly between crumbling buildings and catch those innocents affected by the villainous destruction!

Katsuki appeared behind you and placed a plate on your lap, consisting of cut-up apples and pears as well as a simple ham and cheese sandwich. You shakily brought an apple slice to your mouth and he sat beside you as the newsanchor continued.

However, it seems that Gale Force's radar may have been a bit...defective as there was still one person left hanging, quite literally! Luckily for her, Dynamight was able to quickly assess the situation with the utmost precision and got to her before her poor limbs gave out. Here is a video of the immediate after effects of the rescue:

*The video shows you and Katsuki from a few feet away, Katsuki checking your arms, calling the medic over while Gale Force is laughing with a group of girls about who-knows-what. It was odd seeing it from a third-person point-of-view. Then, without realizing the camera was there, Katsuki sent the guy flying, screaming the same words you had witnessed before*

What do you think, folks? Was Dynamight in the right here? Do you think Gale Force deserved that mean hook on behalf of this young lady-oh, wait a moment! I'm being given some additional information. It seems that the young lady who was rescued by Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was none other than his lover! Oh man, I definitely wouldn't want to be on the other end of that punch with that being the case.

"Bastard's lucky I didn't blow him to pieces," he muttered as he grabbed another apple slice from your plate before his phone rang, startling you both.

"Dynamight," he answered and you heard a familiar voice on the other side.

Hawks

He got up and went back to the kitchen, probably to discuss the issue privately

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't lose my cool on television if that fucking airbender wasn't such a goddamn liability. He's getting sloppy, Hawks, we all know this and today it almost cost me the love of my life. Something has to be done"

It made your already-racing heart flutter even more to hear him call you that. It wasn't like you didn't already know, but he doesn't express it verbally very often. His love language was more acts of service and physical affection and while you wouldn't change the for the world, hearing him talk to someone about his love for you was mind-blowing.

You turned back to the screen to see he had changed the channel before he left to one of your favorites, the cartoon channel, which he thought was super corny but humored you anyway.

After about 20 minutes, he came back and sat beside you once again, this time resting his hand on your thigh where the plate used to be. It now sat on the coffee table in front of you where he reached for the last apple slice you left him, he looked over at your arms, seeing the bruises already forming.

"Are you in any pain?"

You shook your head. You just felt some soreness, nothing crazy, and you didn't want to worry him any more than he already was. It would probably feel worse later but some ice on it should be fine if it even got to that point.

What you wanted more than anything was to lie down, so that's exactly what you did. You rested your head on his lap and he caressed your hair as you both sat in silence, watching the little animated animals on the tv sing and dance their little hearts out until you fell asleep.

After several hours, you awoke with a jump. Something was...wrong. You felt like you were on fire. More specifically, your arms felt like they were igniting from the inside. You didn't know what time it was or how Katsuki ended up lying down with you without waking you, but you couldn't think of it for long because of the awful burning. You wiggled out of his arms and rushed to the bathroom to try and run some cold water over your arms to help the feeling but it wouldn't stop. You were trying to even your breathing and as your eyes adjusted to the light, you analyzed your arms to see they bruising had become pitch black, reflecting the amount of strength it had taken you to hold yourself up for as long as you did.

The cold water wasn't helping and the fear wasn't making the pain any better. You tried not to break down in tears but god, it was so painful. The most painful thing you've ever felt. You closed your eyes for just a moment while you tried to think of what else you could do, when you heard the faucet turn off and felt strong arms grab yours firmly, but gently. You opened your tear-filled eyes and saw Katsuki's focused ones on your arms, gently tracing them before seeing his hands begin to glow.

Heat, you realized and your eyes widened in fear as you pulled away.

"Hey," he said gently as we grabbed your chin to look at him, "I'm not gonna hurt you. The heat will relax your muscles and ease the pain, I promise."

You stared into his eyes for any sense of deceit, or doubt, and could find none so you just nodded. Anything for some relief.

Again, his hands began to glow as he grabbed yours and began to massage them gently. At first, the pressure did cause a bit of stinging but then the fire started to settle. He used his thumbs to massage circles up and down your forearms where it was at its worst, and you could feel the tension lessen.

You didn't realize you had been holding your breath until you let out a shakey one and then burst out sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and held you until you had no more left to cry, from the pain, from the fear of everything that happened today, from the thought that you would never see him again.

He then picked you up and took you to the bedroom and layed with you, continuing to massage your arms until you both fell asleep.

"I'll always take care of you," he whispered as your minded faded to dreams.

And he did, the entire rest of the week, he stayed home massaging your arms, feeding you, helping you bathe, doing everything for you until you were recovered enough that you were practically pushing him out the door and be the hero he is to people besides you.

[meanbossart]

LORE ASK COMPILATION: "Still not banging Halsin, Squid Games, Sun King, Failing at love quizzes, Bottoms, Tops, and Cats" Edition

He didn't, Halsin wasnt around for act 3, too busy healing land and saving ghost children or something!

THANK YOU/I'M SORRY, I'm surprised there isn't more Bhaalist Dark Urge/Spawn Astarion stuff out there. Don't get me wrong, I love a good evil power couple, but who can resist the good ol'heartbreak of a vicious unending cycle brought on by your own senselessness!

That wasn't something I was interested in previously just because acquiring the slayer form isn't part of his canon, but I've been looking at enough fromsoft games' monster designs that I might be a little inspired to try LOL

Also I am just a fan of the canon design and never before thought it needed altering. But I'll let it cook ;)

God damn it.

DU drow was VERY antagonizing towards the emperor since the moment he dropped the facade, which made the attempt ESPECIALLY hilarious - that poor guy is so, so lonely.

I don't recall the exact wording in-game, but once the emperor took his shiny squid pecs out and shot his shot, DU drow recoiled and called him disgusting. After having the visions of Stelmane forced upon him to make whatever baffling point the emperor was trying to make, DU drow smugly asserted that he had finally let the mask slip and their very terrible date ended with the Emperor enforcing their reluctant need for one another, for the time being.

In-prose, that would honestly be pretty much it. DU drow would have reacted with absolute revulsion at the prospect of being hit on by a mindflayer, and taken the Emperor's (miscalculated) moment of lashed-out vulnerability as a win - as proof that he was exactly as duplicitous as he always assumed the Emperor to be.

I can assure everyone that I am as entertained by the thought as the rest of you and it is in the cards for future art, I just have... So many prompts... I have at least 5 different mini-comics I want to make, BESIDES singular pieces, BESIDES the fanfic... I wish I had more time and more hands.

But DU drow's unlikely semi-success as a parental figure is hilarious to me. I think about it constantly.

I haven't entertained that thought much because its antithetical to DU drow's character. Whether "good" or evil, he wouldn't allow Astarion to ascend because of his fear of no longer being needed and his reluctance to watch his partner be consumed by out-sourced power and changed into something he despises. Realistically, in a world where Astarion is allowed to ascend they could only break up and inevitably kill each other soon after.

That said, I am fascinated by the Sun King and the implications that path has for his character. So far that is an arc that I can only really see Astarion taking on alone, though - that might change in the future, might not. We'll see!

IF I CAN MAKE IT NOT ENTIRELY MISERABLE, I JUST MIGHT.

He got 2 out of 3 questions wrong - which is to say he was way too honest and Astarion didn't like that.

Except for the "when is he the happiest" question, which he correctly answered with "when he's neck deep in gore".

This is not even a lore-embelishment, this is actually how that scene went for me and I cackled about it for ages.

He would love to get tied up for old-times' sake. I doubt he knows much about fancy knots but Astarion might (though I might be in a minority that doubts his enforced "sex life" was actually that interesting at all.)

Thank you so much!

You are mostly correct. Bhaalist drow, both pre and post tadpole would be much more keen on the idea of having people around who fulfill their every desire - EXCEPT for killing. That is a joy they take on for themselves.

"Canon" DU drow values his independence a lot, on the other hand. He's neutral on the idea of slavery (what a sentence) and wouldn't be opposed to temporary servicing, but the idea of having someone around waiting for orders doesn't attract him at all, or at least would get on his nerves quick. He much preffers to do things himself and makes sure that other people see how much he does not need assistance.

The answer is yes, basically LOL.

DU drow both adores and despises Sceleritas presence and he doesn't know why. It very much reflects the type of relationship they used to have prior to DU drow's memory loss, and it's one of those things that he has conflicting feelings about but not any context for them.

I sadly doubt that the boys would become parents during Shadowheart's lifetime (it's for the best, they have a lot of work to do before I would trust them not to drop a baby), but honestly she strikes me as really liking kids as long as she doesn't have to, well, have them LOL.

And thank you so much for enjoying them and humoring me!

I think it is less about bottoming-topping and more about enjoying a more submissive role during sex, as well as in other scenarios. He believes that giving control away is, in a way, a show of devotion that goes both ways - his own for the willingness to do so, and his partner's for not taking advantage of it despite his wanting them to do so.

With one-night-stands (which he occasionally had pre-tadpole) he would still bottom without any of the submissiveness. This is because he didn't have the capacity to understand what it was about bottoming that attracted him, and led him to feeling constantly unfulfilled and frustrated (he just isn't build for no-strings-attatched type of arrangements, lol.)

This means that he really could operate either way depending on the partner as long as he got that fix of docility, whether it be from the bottom or top.

I think of Astarion as being similarly versatile but leaning more in the opposite direction when it comes to power-dynamics - though it being less about dominance itself and more about being pampered and catered to - and, of course, getting to do what he wants. Though he's willing to try most things a partner is particularly enthusiastic for just to see how he feels about it.

That said with DU drow he does prefer to top for a plethora of reasons.

I didn't have this piece of lore thought-up at the time, but I should have made them look like the lady he lost his virginity to.

Him and Astarion were gobbling those things up until the emperor reveal, then they both quit it cold-turkey after DU drow stomped the astral-tadpole dead (and back then you didn't have to roll any dice to do it, because otherwise we would have weird veiny DU drow to deal with for sure because he would NOT have suceeded that save.)

DU drow's feelings towards animals is a constant in every iteration of his character. They are organic little pieces of art wandering about the world that act upon their own laws and regulations, ones which humanoids aren't privy to - except for when they intrude into that world through magic and try to understand it through their overly-complicated systems and concepts. If a cat made the temple it's home, it can stay.

[psychostxr]

𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢 | emotions

PAIRING. jordan li x gn! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.7k

WARNINGS. cursing, mentions of death, marie bashing (i'm sorry)

NOTES. i have also hopped on the jordan li train, and my god, i've never had a character chokehold me so tightly

Since Marie Moreau joined Godolkin University, everything has gone downhill. After the death of your friend Luke and the murder of your favorite professor, your life has gone through a ball of shit. You didn't want to blame Marie. The poor girl got caught up in Luke's drama — drama you didn't even know existed — she's just as traumatized as you are.

That's what you would've said before news spread around school that Marie and Andre were the ones that stopped Luke, not Jordan. Your partner who actually fought Luke while Marie ran at the first sign of danger. The thought of Marie frustrates you to no end, but you have other things to worry about, such as Jordan locking themself in their room since classes ended.

For as long as you've known Jordan, they've always been competitive. They climbed up the school's student ranks at Godolkin, beating almost anyone and everyone who tried to get in their way. They were one stop away from being first-ranked. But because of Marie and Andre's 'courageous act' of stopping Luke, they've been pushed up the ladder, while Jordan has to settle for fifth. It hurts to see Jordan so angry at the world and themself.

You knock gently on Jordan's door, hearing the muffled sounds of what you presume to be Marie's interview with Hailey Miller. The room goes quiet, and you wait a few moments for Jordan to open the door. But they don't.

"I know you're in there, Jordan." You turn the doorknob, rattling the door in your unsuccessful attempt to get in. You sigh and lean your head against the door. "Please open up, baby. I'm worried about you."

There's a moment of silence until the door cracks open. You take a step back, seeing Jordan's somber expression.

"Hey," you say, smiling softly. "Can I come in?"

Jordan hesitantly returns your smile. "Sure."

They open the door wider, allowing you to enter their dimly lit room. Their room is nothing from the usual, with clothes strewn over their couch and textbooks scattered on their desk. You pull your bag off your back, setting it down on Jordan's bed to retrieve your laptop and the takeout you bought from Vought A Burger.

"I was thinking we could maybe watch Property Brothers and have dinner together?" you suggest. "Or any other show if you want?"

Jordan shakes their head, their lips quirking upwards. "That sounds really nice, actually."

You pass Jordan the takeout, unsure if they've eaten anything since having lunch with you earlier today. You quickly set up the laptop on the coffee table before sitting on Jordan's bed.

Leaning against the headboard, you open your arms wide. "Come here."

Jordan doesn't hesitate, settling themselves in your waiting embrace. Their arms wrap around your torso, pulling them closer until their head finds a comfortable spot nestled against your stomach.

Feeling the weight of Jordan's emotions, you hold your partner close, your arms enveloping Jordan's shoulders. You softly kiss the crown of Jordan's head, your lips brushing against their ink-black hair.

"I'm sorry you're having a shitty day," you whisper, threading your fingers through their silky strands. "It's not fair."

"It's not your fault," Jordan says, sighing. "Shit happens."

"This school is shit," you explain, your anger spiking. "You've worked your fucking ass off to become second-ranked at Godolkin, but because of Marie and our asshole of a principal, you've lost your spot."

Jordan lifts their head to look at you. "It sounds like you're more upset than me."

"I'm sorry, it's just..." You shake your head before staring lovingly at Jordan. "I love you so much, Jordan. So much that I feel everything you feel. When you feel angry, I feel angry. When you're sad, I'm sad. So when you go through these obstacles in life, you aren't alone. I will always be there for you, baby."

Jordan crumbles at your words, and a small smile plays on their lips. They lift themself and lean towards you. Their lips press against yours gently before pulling away, leaving you no time to savour the kiss.

"I'm lucky to have you," they admit.

As you grin, you pull Jordan closer into another kiss. But this time, you can feel the intense emotions radiating off them, and you soak in the passion and love from Jordan's kiss. The rest of the night is spent in each other's arms, binge-watching Property Brothers and devouring greasy takeout.

© psychostxr — all rights reserved. please do not repost, copy, translate, or claim any of my works as your own.

[ciciyup]

Do You Still Want To Go To Lunch?

cw: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, cheating, cuck!Bakugo, humiliation, oral, masturbation, provocation, fingering.

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You didn't even know why you were with him. Both were in their last year at U.A. and it seemed like Bakugo hadn't changed at all. Even after the war and all the things that had happened, he hadn't changed one bit. He was still the same rude and moody boy, he continued with his constant insults to everyone else, belittling them and treating them as inferiors. You remembered the times in the first classes years ago when the only way Bakugo seemed to be able to woo you and make his feelings known was by insulting you. You didn't know if you really had feelings for him, The only thing you seemed to know was that he had become so upset about it, to the point that you had become his partner simply so he would stop bothering you. Yes, you were regretting it from the first moment. You and Bakugo could never have something good in which the relationship would prosper. He because of his attitudes and personality and you because you were also from a different plane. You were two opposite poles and they didn't attract each other in any way. At least on your part you always seemed to have made it more than clear, but Bakugo didn't seem to understand it. It wasn't until the day before that things got tense. You were tired of him always seeming to want to push you away from your friends, he didn't like it when you went out with anyone, especially Izuku. Because he was annoying, an annoying nerd, according to Bakugo, but sometimes he forgot that he was still your friend. Long before you started your relationship with Bakugo and even before getting close, one of the first friends you had made at U.A. was Izuku, the boy was really nice and kind, you liked spending time with him doing homework, chatting or going to some cafeteria. He had always been very kind and polite, sometimes he made you laugh with his clumsiness, but you went back to admiring him for his great courage for things. You had always found the way your boyfriend treated Izuku annoying. It was too much. The poor boy had never said a single complaint to him about his constant insults and threats and even beatings, you didn't even understand what it was that Bakugo had against him to always be crossing him out. That day in particular you were in Izuku's dorm, you didn't plan to stay because you had agreed to go out with Bakugo, but after Midoriya helped you with one of your homework and they started chatting about various topics you began to lose track of time.

—Are you leaving already? —Izuku asks confused when he sees you putting your notebooks inside your backpack, although you didn't seem in a hurry you clearly had leaving in mind.

—Yes, I agreed to meet Bakugo outside the dorms to go to lunch, he says there's a food place he wants to take me to —you explain in an indifferent tone while you shrug your shoulders, closing the zipper of your backpack.

—How's everything going? —He asks again curiously, a kind smile appears and forms on his lips although very slightly.

—Not very well... I'm going to end it —you admit leaving your backpack on the side of the bed, looking back at Izuku. For a moment you think you see a flash of joy in his eyes, but you're not quite sure since the second his face seems to become a little more serious.

—Oh, really? I'm sorry, are you okay? —Midoriya's bright eyes seem to search yours as he purses his lips a little as if silencing his words.

—I am. Seriously, I'm fine. Honestly, I don't think I've ever felt anything for him. Besides, this relationship is only bringing me problems, I can't find anything good in it —your words are so serious and determined that for a moment you think if what you said sounded too cold, but you couldn't lie to him or lie to yourself because the truth was that you couldn't continue with that relationship for another week.

—I'm sorry about what you've been through, I know it hasn't been the best of months —Izuku apologizes, although he didn't have to, he seemed to regret it as if he was the one to blame.

—You don't have to apologize for something like that. I should. —You quickly shake your head before the boy could say anything else. You knew him so well. —I'm sorry for all the times he's treated you badly while I was there. That bothers me and I don't think I've done enough.

Midoriya copies your action and shakes his head silently without saying anything else, the dull noise of the room and the little noise that could be heard from outside through the hallways was the only thing that could be heard at that moment. Neither of you seemed to want to say anything else, so before it became awkward you got out of bed grabbing one of the straps of your backpack with the intention of doing something and changing the subject. Izuku repeats your action only getting up hastily as if he was afraid of not being able to do something before you left. For a moment you both remain face to face without saying anything, but soon the boy's calloused hands rest on your cold cheeks, cupping and caressing them before leaning forward capturing your lips. They remain still in yours without moving for a moment with doubt, becoming more confident when you give him a good sign following his kiss.

—Stay. —His voice is almost a whisper after speaking, afraid of ruining the atmosphere if he spoke too loud. He walks with you slowly until your legs hit his bed and then you grab both of his hands pulling them away from your cheeks, Izuku, confused, separates from your lips to ask a question that he doesn't get to form due to the speed of your movements. Opening his eyes in surprise, he lets out a gasp when you push him onto his own bed, his head falling back against his soft, padded pillow, not even having time to adjust when you climb on top of him, sitting on his lap but laying your body on top of his. You kiss him again with such immensity and need that Izuku narrows his eyes in happiness, bringing his hands to your waist while he holds you on top of him, letting you be.

Your hand gets dangerously close to the boy's crotch, who seems to hold his breath as he watches you. Seeing you like that, in a way he'd never seen you before but wanted so badly was something that was driving Izuku crazy. Your hand makes contact with his cock, groping it over his pants, running your fingertips over the fabric in such a way that he kicks them off, hastily pulling his underwear down to release his raised cock, the tip of it red with precum on it. You nod at the state of the boy, sliding down to the spot, stroking his cock before taking a few licks around it. Izuku can’t help but squeal as his face grows redder and redder, watching you take half of his cock into your mouth. It was an incredible sight. Sucking hard and determined, deepthroating before pulling back and letting the cock fall against his now harder and raised stomach. You straighten up in bed to grab the hem of your uniform and pull it up leaving you in just your bra, quickly unbuttoning it and freeing your breasts as you toss the garment somewhere in the room. Seemingly almost mesmerized by them, Izuku moves forward until his cheeks make contact between both of your breasts, glancing at you from the corner of his eye to see your approving gaze, he takes one of your areolas into his mouth sucking on it like a hungry boy while his other hand gently caresses and pinches your other nipple. Pulling him closer to you with your arms, you push his face so that he's almost smothered by your breasts, not that he complains since he looked like he was having quite the feast. Pulling him off of you, you slowly lay him back down on the bed before removing the bottom of your uniform. Izuku lets out a moan of despair when he notices your awful slowness in removing your panties, sliding them down your legs until they fall off taking all the time in the world, as if he doesn't know you want to tease him.

Crawling over to Izuku, you reach him, climbing onto his lap, grabbing his cock in your hand as you guide it to your soaked entrance, running it through your wetness a few times to better lubricate, finally letting it slide down your walls with torturous slowness. Just the sight of you on top of him, taking him so well without even making a move was making Izuku’s mind explode. Without thinking of anything but your heat enveloping his cock, he moans raggedly as he watches you take a confident pace without going easy on him even though you’d barely started. Your pussy seemed to swallow his cock deliciously, forming rings of cream around it that only served to increase Izuku’s satisfaction who seemed lost between watching his cock enter and exit your pussy or watching you. His cock was fully swollen inside your core, stimulating your inner walls with each deep bounce, while your hip movements began to become more frantic.

The footsteps through the hallways were hard and fast, after waiting for you for longer than he was supposed to, Bakugo got fed up with waiting outside going to your room without finding you there, his brow furrowed a little at not finding you, with some annoyance he wondered internally if you had forgotten the agreed plan. No, you weren't usually such a forgetful person, at least not with important plans, so he just chose to stay in your room until you returned. His mind ruled out the possibility that you were in the bathroom after having waited for you for more than ten minutes, so he stood up and closing the door to your room he decided to go to his room to look for his phone and call you to find out where you were. After walking one more hallway he stopped for a moment, three rooms before Izuku's, his mind rejected the idea that you were there and he would have almost continued on if a hunch hadn't told him to go to the stupid nerd's room to rule out the idea that you were there. His brow furrows again when, standing in front of the door, his ears pick up unusual sounds, his hand closes on the doorknob and turns it so he can open it and enter. Bakugo's eyes are fixed on a certain fixed point, his mouth opens slightly at such a scene that he witnesses without being able to articulate a word or even think; you, his girlfriend, riding Deku's cock, riding the damn nerd's cock.

Izuku seemed to cling to your waist as if his life depended on it, helping you carry out your movements, his body jumping slightly at the sound of the door opening and watching Bakugo in front of you. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye before turning your head and staring into his eyes and although Bakugo's eyes are a little more open than normal and almost with his gaze lost in you, you, on the other hand, look at him coldly and with distant affection. Keeping your eyes on him, you continue bouncing on Izuku's cock this time harder and faster. Izuku's gaze falls on Bakugo as soon as he had seen him enter, but instead of feeling self-conscious and afraid of being caught like this, he instead feels a great inner satisfaction as well as great excitement for the moment. Bakugo, who always used to bully and harass him now seemed to be reduced to what Izuku saw in front of him: a poor, deceived boy. No longer the boy with a loud voice and words of superiority, he now seemed to give simple pity, but Izuku couldn't even feel that for him.

—I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. —You speak in a more resonant tone and almost in a breath. You should have said something else, something else, but you can't think of much while Izuku's cock hits your exact spot non-stop.

—What...? What the fuck are you doing?! —Bakugo takes a firmer stance after reacting again, his face was as red as if he was about to explode.

Before anyone could say anything else, Izuku grabs your hips moving quickly, throwing you on your side while he hugged you from behind, bringing his cock to your entrance and again going back to the hard and long rhythm, now with Izuku controlling everything.

—Calm down, Kacchan, when I'm done she'll be all yours —Midoriya speaks in a tone of voice so soft as if it didn't fit with what he was doing, lifting one of your legs so that Bakugo had a better angle to see his cock buried in your pussy, just to tease him a little more. The boy's words only make Bakugo even angrier, who glares at him furiously.

Bakugo's fists clench as he sees so clearly the way your pussy swallowed his cock and your face was more than happy to receive it. Just seeing how your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes narrowed looking at him while you moaned and squeezed Izuku's cock having your orgasm and at the same time Izuku had also cum inside you had sickened him so much that small explosions began to form from his hands launching themselves in the direction of both of you with the intention of attacking. More quickly Izuku lets his cock shoot out of your pussy while he straightened up a little, using his gift, one of his whips sticks to Bakugo's arms and legs preventing him from moving causing him to fall on the bed near the two of you. You quickly pull him towards you with your legs wrapping around his face and your thighs covering almost his entire head. Bakugo is practically left with your pussy on his face, your accumulated fluids and semen coming out of your entrance causing him to try to get away from the grip.

—Lick it. Get it completely clean and don’t forget to swallow, don’t waste anything —Izuku orders as his hand grabs part of Bakugo’s hair, pushing his face into your pussy so that he had almost no oxygen to breathe. Without another option, with a furious growl Bakugo runs his tongue over your slit, beginning to lick Izuku’s own cum inside your pussy cleaning it all up.

Bakugo’s chin is covered in your juices as are his lips and tongue, licking and sucking with resignation. For a moment his eyes lock with yours, to which you return the gaze as you loosen your grip on him, giving him some air. You furtively touch your clit when he runs his tongue inside your channels and quickly grab him by the hair, pulling it away from your pussy before letting out a whiny gasp, dripping onto his face. Bakugo keeps his furious image alive as his face is now completely soaked, with his hair the same, thanks to your act. Izuku smiles lightly as he pats Bakugo's head a few times as if he were an owner congratulating his dog.

—Well done. —Midoriya praises your boyfriend. As you put your panties back on, Izuku releases Bakugo from his quirk leaving him free although the latter didn't make any attempt to attack again or use his quirk, instead, he stays in the same position without doing or saying anything as he continues to watch you with an angry face and you simply give him an impassive look.

—Do you still want to go to lunch?

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[justaaveragereader]

Hihi!! First of all I love your writings and I've been meaning to ask for a long time teehee 🤭 It doesn't have to be long or a full fic but could I request a friends to lovers san smut where hes your best friend and gets jealous of you talking to this one guy constantly so one day while you're calling that guy he fucks you while youre on the phone 👀👀👀 sorry if its so specific djdjsjd thank you <33

Hello🖤! First off thank you for loving my work I love you. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I’m here now, and hopefully don’t disappoint! Friends to lovers?!? Ooooweeee this was my first time, and I wanted to make this shorter but once again I couldn’t help myself😵‍💫this was such an amazing request how could I have shortened it😭?! Also never apologize about being specific, I LOVE when requests are specific it gives me a clear direction to head in!

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Sharing Isn’t Caring

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Oral (Lotssss Of Pussy Eating), Possessiveness, Jealousy, Humiliation, San Is Down Bad For The Reader, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know

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“Idk why you even talk to that guy, he's a complete tool.”

“If he’s a tool what does that make you Sannie?”

Cutting your eyes to your childhood best friend. Whose eyes you swore almost popped out of his skull. You guys were constantly together, both of your friend groups had joked that you were last lovers in each lifetime. You’d be lying if you said that you stopped looking at San as a “best friend” a while ago, but you didn’t want to tread that murky water.

“Wh-What does that make me?! It makes me a guy who's looking out for his bestfriends best interest! I don’t trust this guy, you saw how he looked at me last time I brought you lunch?!?”

Letting out a huff, you finish zipping up your backpack. Cramming as many books in there as you can fit because this “tool of a guy” San was having a heart attack about was your lab partner.

“San, you slammed the bag down on the table, startling the poor guy. Then you decided to enjoy the scenery.”

“It was a nice area, I was enjoying the environment!”

“Choi San, we were in the library! It was 1:00pm on a Tuesday, everyone was in class or at work. There was nothing to see. Not to mention you sat right in between me and him!”

Smacking his lips, he kicks his foot slightly, you can see his blush creeping upon his neck, his eyes shooting down to the floor muttering not so quietly how he was just enjoying the view, and how the middle seat had the best view.

“San there was no middle seat, you literally dragged a chair in between me and him, I watched you pick up his chair and move the man down the table.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walk up to San, putting your finger under his chin lifting his head so he locks eyes with you. He swore he could see his future play out in your eyes, maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he was a love struck idiot but he felt it, you were his person, you are his person.

“He’s just my lab partner, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

The redness from his neck traveled to his ears, lightly dusting his cheeks as well. He was so in love with you. Your face crinkled as you smiled at him, but the way you asserted yourself in one simple sentence just sent him over the edge. He could feel his heart pop like confetti, he also felt his cock come to life.

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands, flashing him a smile once more, turning on your heels towards his front door. You were big on being on time, entertaining Sans shenanigans you were always late. His body moves like it’s on autopilot, walking quickly towards your fleeing figure. Just as you open the door his hand comes up to close it. You can feel his heavy breath on the back of your head.

“San what are you doing?” You whine out, turning around to poke his chest. As your eyes shoot to him you see that look in his eyes, that look he’s given you many times. The same look he gives when you talk to a man too long for his liking.

“I really don’t want you han-.”

“Hold that thought, San!” Picking up your phone, you slide your thumb across the screen. His body puffs up, in an aggressive like manner, this lab partner was crossing too many boundaries with his person. It's almost like he’s underwater, seeing you smile, seeing you laugh at another man that isn’t him. You look at him with a face of confusion, eyebrows drawn up.

Biting his lip, you watch as his eyes darken. He’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The light that’s behind them dies, and fills with hunger, with ache, with possession. His hand comes to grip your hip, shoving you against the door. His body towers over yours, his chest crushes against yours. Putting the phone to the side, he can hear your lab partner continuing to talk. The chipper tone in his voice pisses him off even further.

“What are you doing?” You whisper/whimper, his knee coming up into between your thighs resting against your clothed cunt. You choke up at his sudden actions, everything feels like it’s happening so fast. His predatory gaze knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m not really too big on sharing, especially when it comes to you.” He whispers quietly into your ear, his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. His cologne clouds your senses. Your cunt clenches around nothing, you have never wanted San more than you want him now.

“Y/n Y/n! Did you hear me?” Your lab partner's voice knocks some sense back into you. It feels like your tongue is knotted in your mouth, you feel his fingertips start to brush against your lower stomach, exploring the soft like skin.

“Well aren’t you going to answer him baby.” He whispers into your ear once more, giving your love a soft kiss. His smooth, cool lips on your heated skin is enough to have you driving yourself up the wall. You let out a quiet whimper, your hand dripping, practically letting the phone slip through your hands but San is quick enough to grip your wrist, making sure you don’t drop your phone.

“I’m-I’m he-RE!” You shout at the last part feeling San hike your body up even extra on his knee. Your clit rubbing against the fabric of your pants.

“Are you alright?” Your lab partner says through a laugh, continuing on about your guys' shared project. Sans kisses slowly turn into soft love bites, nipping at your skin leaving small welts behind. He was going to show everyone you were his. He was tired of this song and dance. He was going to take you, all of you.

Undoing the button on your pants, your eyes watch his every move, while he watches every move of yours. His glance is nothing short of wolfish, while your glance is nothing short of prey like.

“I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand me?” You grunts into your ear. Rutting his hips against yours, you can feel the pulsation from his cock, mouth instantaneously starts to water. He was so much bigger than you imagined. Those late mates staying awake, riding your fingers to completion, curious as to how San would pleasure you, how he would fill you. Nodding your head thoughtlessly your eyes drop down to where his bulge is. Letting out a pathetic whimper you go to grab his hard on that’s straining against his sweats.

Your hand grips your phone muttering “mhms” and fake laughs to let your lab partner know you are still present, which irks San even more. Your attention is supposed to be on him fully.

Hiking your pants down to your ankles he helps you step out of them, kneeling down to help you, when he looks up, catching an eye full of your soaked panties practically calling his name. Your eyes flutter at the way he hawks down your clothed cunt.

Two fingers come up to grab the fabric, pulling it down slowly, as your cunt comes into sight he lets out a groan, not even hesitating he dives face first into your cunt. Causing you to let out a startled moan. His tongue instantly wraps around your clit giving it a good couple sucks before his hands travel up the back of your thighs, hiking one of over his shoulder, while both of his hands come to the back of both thighs prying them open even further to get more of his face into your cunt. He’s practically making out with your pussy, the wet slurping noises of him sucking down your clit, while his hands jiggle your thighs, giving them a light smack, causing your body to jerk in his hold.

His tongue explores more of you, moving down to your sopping hole, as soon as he sticks his tongue in your pussy let’s put a squelching noise. Which sounds like music to Sans ears. As he tongue dives further into you, his nose bumps against your clit. Your body almost caves over from the stimulation. His hand shoots up to your figure pushing you up right against the door. Surely all his neighbors heard what he was doing to you, surely your lab partner knew by now what was happening to you. Thrashing his head around so your clit gets bumped back and forth you drop your phone on the ground, San can hear your lab partners calls to you, asking if you are okay, yet you are so high on San the only thing you can make out is the way he’s feasting on your cunt. Sticking his tongue out, he rubs it all over your cunt making sure not to miss a spot, your cries fill the room.

“This pussy is so good, you've been giving my pussy away, huh? Answer me princess.” He groans, while continuing to slurp up your cunt.

“N-no! No!” You whimper out, back arching off of the front door.

Smacking the back of your thigh, he jiggles the meat of them once more, pulling his face back. Chest heaving up and down, he looks up at you, that playful glint in his eyes. He places a kiss right above your cunt, leading all the way up to your belly button. Small welts are left along the way. Spreading your thighs once more so there is a huge gap.

“You've been giving this pussy, my pussy to your lab partner?”

His face dives in the gap between your legs, letting the back of your thighs go so his face is fully engulfed in between you. Your cries ring out even louder in the room.

“No! I would never!” You cry out, you keep chanting to San how it’s his, and only his. Those words alone fuel his need for possession. Stretching his arm he picks up your dropped phone, noticing the call is still active, rolling his eyes at this guys pathetic ass. He shoves the phone towards you. Pulling his face from in between thighs. Your arousal is just dripping off his face, slapping against the floorboards beneath his kneeling figure.

“Tell him.” He says licking his lips, making sure to not let any of your juices go to waste. Grabbing the phone with shaky hands. Your body floods with embarrassment, yet the way San sees your pussy flutter around nothing he knows you're just as turned on as he is.

“Tell him who you belong to.”

Clearing your throat, your body heats with embarrassment. Your eyes never leave Sans watching as he gets a mouthful of cunt again. Making you stutter in your greeting to your lab partner.

“H-Hi.”

He slaps the back of your thighs harshly, sure to leave a small mark. Your eyes focus into San more who has his eyes closed while he tongues you up and down. He truly looks like he’s making out with someone, his eyes shut in pure bliss while his body is relaxed, hands roaming all over you.

“I belong to Choi San.” You quickly squeak out, not wanting this conversation with your lab partner to go on any further. Signifying that this partnership would not travel further than on school grounds.

“Tell him what I’m doing to you too.” He groans from your pussy, the bass of his voice vibrating all over making your toes curl. Letting out a whine you look at San silently pleading to hang up on your lab partner.

“Hes….hes eating my pussy…and he’s eating it real good” voice practically breathless.

“Now tell him you guys will not be friends. So he can get that out of his head.”

“We..we won’t be friends…” you say through a whimper, your dignity and pride was in hell right now.

“Lemme see the phone.” Shoving the phone to San you lay your head back against the door, his fingers coming up to rub small, slow circles around your pulsating clit.”

“You should see how I’m devouring her pretty pussy. It’s such a sight, she’s responsive too. One small flick to her clit and her eyes swell with tears. Probably wish this was you huh? Knuckle deep in her pussy, tongue fucking her, watching her come undone in your mouth.”

San hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, he knows your lab partner is still there.

“I know all about you, and the thing is I really don’t like sharing. Especially when it comes to her. So I think you should find a new partner, because if I catch you staring at my girl again. I’m going to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her til she can’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’ll fuck her so long and good, only thing she will be able to mutter is my name. So ima ask you do we have a clear understanding?

The lab partner hesitates to answer, both out of fear and horniness. How could he not be turned on by what he just heard, but he’s heard the stories about Choi San, and he’s not someone who you wanna cross.

Letting out a pathetic yes, he hurries and hangs up the phone. A cheshire cat-like smile crosses his face, pulling his fingers out of you, he stares up at your figure. Eyes shooting down to meet his own.

“No where was I?” He asks rhetorically before spreading your thighs once more.

DO NOT REPOST.

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4: Seperate Ways

THE WITNESS: Albert Wesker x fem!reader

Summary: Ada saw something she shouldn't have seen. And she immediately knew that he didn't deserve her at all.

Note: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Oh, and Merry Christmas everyone :)

Warnings: swearing

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Ada was sure she never should've seen it. No one should've.

Yet she did, and she knew she'd have to take it with herself to the grave if she wants to keep her head -- and if she wants her to be healthy and safe.

Albert Wesker wasn't emotional. He was head strong, dedicated and evil, the kind of man who'd sell the world to keep his own power. He had no place in his body for love or hate, yet what Ada saw, was another side of him, a side she never imagined could exist.

He was vulnerable. He had a weak spot, a spot she could use if she would've had the soul to do so.

He had an admiration.

Her.

Ada's partner in this stupid Spanish job she hated so much...

They were in Mendez's home, they were sitting on Mendez's bed as Wesker gave her an injection against the virus she had gotten infected with. Meanwhile Ada was in the window, holding onto the rope for dear life as she almost fell from surprise -- he was so gentle; with her. He was touching her as if she was made from the thinnest glass, as if he didn't want to taint her with the sickness he was carrying.

"Thank you." she said quietly with a small smile.

And Cupid be damned, Ada knew he didn't deserve her.

He didn't deserve the way she was looking at him or speaking to him. He didn't deserve her at all.

"I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble. I didn't mean to be a liability."

Liability. Wesker's favourite word. Everyone around him was one: Luis, Leon -- hell, even Ada herself.

"You've never been a liability." Wesker argued. "Your presence doesn't effect the mission in the wrong way in the slightest." he put the needle away and then gently put his palm on her forehead, to see if she had a fever or not. "However, if you are looking for one - or more - then consider Serra as one, or Ada."

"Hey!" she said as she pulled his hand away. "Ada's doing her very best."

"Ada is causing us trouble. If she weren't an important asset, then I would've gotten rid of her a long time ago." Wesker put his hand back on her forehead, not taking no for an answer. "And I'd be happy if you left this job for her. Her... failure wouldn't matter to me at all."

"Don't say that! I like her. And I'm fine now. I can continue."

Wesker let go of her forehead, and instead, put his hands on her cheeks, his pinky fingers touching her neck, holding her hostage for his will.

"You don't understand, do you?" he asked, then continued: "I want you to quit this job and leave. I want you to come back with me to my lab and assist me there, and only there."

She looked him in the eyes with a pained expression, and Ada hated him for causing her sadness.

"Why? Because you consider me weak?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"Because I consider you important."

Ada wasn't her, yet her own heart was beating fast at the words as she read between the lines.

Did he just... tell her that he loved her?

She seemed to understand the meaning too, because she just smiled and leaned closer to him with a grin.

"Come on, I'll be fine. You know I'll be."

"I always make sure you are..." Wesker said, then leaned in to press a kiss tk her forehead. "...dear."

Ada thought it was time to go, as she was too close to looking out the window and noticing her. And that... could be dangerous. Something Ada should avoid.

Ada grabbed onto the rope of her grappling hook, and climbed up to the roof, as quietly as possible.

Then she started to think...

Poor girl. She didn't know what kind of bear she was poking...

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Digital Circus with a Mime Reader, who CAN speak but prefers to use sign language and gestures: they find find Kaufmo in the middle of abstracting and try to calm him down (against their better judgement). It doesn't go well, ending with them locking and closing Kaufmo's door, and running to find Caine... Only to hear the theme song suddenly stop and Jax say something about a "new character" as they approach...

Ough finally some Kaufmo angst-

........

Approaching Kaufmo's door, you stopped in front of it and politely knocked, wanting to check up on him before Caine could summon everybody to perform the Digital Circus' "theme song" musical number.

As of late, your fellow clown hasn't been feeling up to snuff, since apparently nobody was laughing at his jokes anymore...

Although said jokes have all mentioned something about an exit--a way out of the digital realm you've grown quite comfortable living in. But even when he is dead serious, the others are convinced he's only kidding around, pretending to laugh and sometimes asking him if he could joke about something else.

Least to say...it grew frustrating for him.

The only reason he hadn't totally lost it yet was because of you, a mime who has lived in the circus for the past five months and befriended him quickly. Together you've put on many acts: with his wacky props and your invisible techniques, your shows were amusing to all.

That being said, you didn't want your longtime partner to think about any exits too much, as you've lost several friends in the past when they started talking about the same thing.

It happened to Queener, Kinger's beloved wife, and the poor chess piece has been on the brink of abstraction ever since (honestly, it's a miracle he didn't immediately follow her).

Fortunately, he remained stable enough to be around everyone.

As for Kaufmo?

He didn't look so good last night at dinner, and you haven't seen him all morning. Normally he'd be up and about, juggling random things as he walked or approaching you to brainstorm new acts to perform.

Him locking himself away in his room was not normal.

Especially when he knew this musical number was super important to Caine.

After waiting a minute or two, you perked up as he finally answered the door.

At first you smiled in greeting, although that was quick to fade when he only kept it open just a crack--enough for you to barely see his face...

Which bore a terrified expression underneath his runny makeup, making his frown look worse than it actually is. His hat was nowhere to be found, either.

''Are you okay, Kaufmo?" You signed, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

That was your usual way of talking, despite knowing you could very well speak freely. You had no clue if you were proficient in sign language before entering this circus, but regardless it always came in handy, and everybody did their best to communicate with you that way (or at least those with fingers, unlike Zooble or Gangle).

Since your performances usually involved silence and expressive gestures, you didn't see a need to talk often--and that was usually fine with Kaufmo, who'd always chatter with you in sign language right back.

But when he attempted to respond, you swore you both saw his own hands glitching, before he quickly retracted them, clearly frightened.

You, on the other hand, wanted to believe it was just a "digital hallucination".

That's all it was...right?

"I-I'm sorry, [y/n]..haven't been..feeling like myself-f-f lately.." Even his own voice was betraying him, as it sounded distorted, lagging as though he was a slow computer program. "But you believe me, don't you?"

"Believe what?"

"The...the exit, of course! The thing I've been talking about this whole time!! It's real! There IS a way out!! I-I can show you!!"

You blinked, before shaking your head. "Kaufmo, let me in."

"Oh no, I think that's a bad id--wait! Wait!!" Despite his pleas for you to stop, you forced your way into his room, shutting the door behind you so nobody else could intrude or eavesdrop.

The last thing you needed was Caine listening in.

Yet after taking a look around at the state of his quarters--with everything being a complete mess and the word "EXIT" scrawled onto every square inch of the ceiling and walls--you were nothing short of terrified for his mental well-being.

'My god....what has he done..?' You thought to yourself, mortified.

"No, no, no, no!!"

Looking back at Kaufmo, you saw him back up against the wall, holding his face as black glitchy polygons started appearing on his body. He gasped in horror, looking at his hands...and then up at you.

"What's..h-happening to me-e-e?"

Your heart sunk, knowing exactly what was going on.

"You're abstracting.." You whispered, your voice small yet shaken.

"I-I didn't...think I'd be next...it hurts so much! Christ-!!!" He began crying, his makeup oozing as he stared at you with empty, soulless black eyes. One of his arms was already taken over by the glitches, morphing into a large one covered in jagged polygons.

"Make it stop..MAKE IT STOP!!!" He screamed, slumping to the floor.

You were frozen in a state of panic, unsure if you should go get Caine or stay here and try to pull him out of his abstraction.

Either way, you had to do something fast...lest you lose him forever or become infected yourself.

"Just focus on me, pal. I'm here. I'm here." Kneeling down, you grasped his non-glitching hand tightly with both of yours, attempting to guide him through a breathing exercise.

"You'll get through this." You mouthed, but he just shook his head, noticing a single glowing eye forming on the surface of the glitchy flesh.

"Wh-Whatever you do...don't tell Caine, I beg you-u.." He pleaded. "He'll lock me away...a-and I'll be all alone in the dark..I don't wanna be alone.."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you shook your head, and he gazed at you in confusion. "What do you mean "no"? You'd let him throw me into the cellar with the rest of them...?" He started to grow angrier, feeling betrayed. "I thought we were partners!"

"We are partners, Kaufmo. Always will be." You sighed, wishing there was another way to stop this from happening. "But there's nothing more I can do...he needs to know-"

"Fine...maybe things will be better if I'm not around to tell my stupid jokes anymore."

"Kaufmo-"

"Go....run, [y/n]...run-n-n-nnNNNN------"

Immediately after he said that, you let him go right as his other hand quickly became overtaken by the abstraction, almost taking you with it.

You got up and took a step backwards, watching in mute terror as he rapidly grew in size, turning into a massive amalgamation of glitch black polygons. Even more glowy-trippy eyes were popping up in different places, looking in every direction.

Within seconds, Kaufmo no longer resembled the clown you once knew (or a person, in general)....but was instead replaced by a horrific digital beast with a long neck, standing on four legs.

You gulped as every single eye on his body suddenly shifted to stare directly down at you.

'Uh-oh-'

You hastily created an invisible wall just as he lunged at you with a ferocious roar, slamming right into the illusion like a bird smacking into a glass pane.

'He still falls for the oldest trick in the book..oh Kaufmo..'

Although it pained your heart to abandon him like this, he was too far gone to be saved. He didn't even recognize you anymore.

The only thing you could do now was get Caine before he harmed you or anybody else--even if it means you never saw him again. He could very well threaten the entire stability of this world if he got loose.

You quickly ran out of the room just before he could break through the "wall" and go after you, slamming the door shut and locking it tight.

Moments later, you heard him ram into it, the hinges damn near breaking off (but by the grace of cartoon physics, that didn't happen).

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, making a mad dash out of the dormitory section of the tent in a desperate search for Caine.

Unfortunately, you could already hear Bubble's singing in the distance as the gang's musical number routine was already starting:

"Gangle, and Zooble, and Kinger, too~!"

You ran as fast as your legs could possibly carry you. They were already aware of both of your absences, and they chose to go on with the song anyways.

'Jerks..they couldn't at least wait for me?' You huffed. 'Caine never tells us when we're doing these musical ditties-'

By the time you arrived, however, you heard the music abruptly cut out.

You stopped upon seeing your friends tumbled over each other on the floor, with Gangle's comedy mask being broken and Jax picking himself up in annoyance.

"Caine, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker?"

Blinking, you glanced at the new person he was referring to, surprised to see a girl dressed as a red and blue jester.

"........."

Now you couldn't say anything to Caine.

Not right now, at least.

[mastermindmiko]

Request: Where reader is jealous of some girl who flirts ron. And ron and reader have passionate sex

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I've left out the smutty parts because I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry it took so long.

Green eyed monster and green skin girl

Pairing: Ron Weasley + reader

word count: 1008

Summary: Lavender gets too close to your boyfriend

Warnings: jinxes, some sexual innuendos, y/n being kinda cruel, maybe some mistakes? noot proofread

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Ron has always been a jealous person. Sometimes, it didn't even make sense why he was jealous. It had sprouted over years of insecurity and feeling like his brothers were better than him. I've always tried to reassure him and make sure that he felt loved.

What didn't make sense, though, was the fact that today, Ron wasn't jealous, I was. So when madame Sprout announced that Ron's partner was Lavender I was too busy fisting my pen in my palm and trying to ignore her obnoxious laughter than celebrating the fact that Neville was my partner which guaranteed me an O.

They were sitting in the seats a few feet in front of Neville and I, and after a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to glare at the back of Lavender's head.

Poor Neville was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't help but fantasize about chopping off Lavender's long blonde hair or even better yet, setting her whole head on fire.

My blood was already boiling, but when Lavender let out a high-pitched giggle and decided to place her hands on my boyfriend's arm, I was seeing red. All I was thinking about was how after the lesson, I couldn't wait to give her a piece of my mind.

Suddenly, I didn't have to wait till the end of the lesson because her hair caught fire. She started screaming and shouting. There was chaos all around her, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I didn't know I was that angry.

"How could you do such a thing?" Hermione whispers, angrily from the chair behind me after madame Sprout poured water on Lavender's head, leaving her looking like a drowned rat. I shrug my shoulders and avoided her gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please! Everyone here noticed the way you wanted to stab her." Hermione scolded, and I scoffed at her (very true) insinuation. I said, "I did not want to stab her."

"You did, too. I stopped explaining ten minutes ago." Neville pipped in from beside me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I turned back to find that Lavender's hair was intact and after a quick drying spell, she looked normal again.

Lavender continued her antics and pressed on my boyfriend's bicep, no doubt telling him how fit he was. Ron flushes and awkwardly shifts away from her. He looks back at me to find me glaring at both of them.

Lavender looks back at where Ron's looking and notices me. Her face turns to disgust. She looks me up and down, then scoffs, and she looks back to the front. I growl and try to claw at her from behind my table while Neville holds me back. Neville says, "You can't go to Azkaban for murder!"

"You're right, Neville." I say while straightening out my uniform before sitting down in the stool again. I grab my pen and whisper, "There are too many witnesses here anyway."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I reply, feigning innocence. Thankfully, the lesson is over in a few minutes. Neville and everyone else leaves the greenhouse. I wait, noticing how Lavender has my boyfriend cornered, talking to him about something idiotic.

Ron stops her mid sentence and rushes out of the greenhouse before she can catch him again. Lavender huffs and flips a bit of her hair over her shoulder. It was my moment, I slung my back over my shoulder, and as I walked towards her, I flick my wand to preform one of my favourite spells.

After it's done, I grin, satisfied. She's done packing when I reach her. I clear my throat and she looks at me. The give her a fake smile then say, "You should really know not to touch what isn't yours, especially since I know that you know that Ron isn't yours."

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Lavender replies with a hand on her hip. I smile, and head to the door, leaving the greenhouse, but not before replying, "You'll know."

Ron's waiting outside, fidgeting anxiously. I ignore him and walk a few steps towards the castle. Ron follows muttering, "I'm so sorry, I would never-"

"Relax, Ron. You were great, she, on the other hand...she'll get her punishment." I mutter the last part of my sentence. Ron looks confused. He asks, "What do you mean?"

A few laughs are heard and then a loud scream. I grin, knowing what happened. Ron looks back at the havoc that's occurring, and his eyes go wide. I can only imagine what he must be seeing, Lavender with green skin and hair. Ron looks back at me, eyes wide. Then, his face turns into what can only be described as incredibly smug.

"You're jealous." Ron says, and I look at him, mouth agape. I was, but no way I was telling him. I roll my eyes, but the blush on my cheeks betrays me. I huff, "You're insane."

"You're very jealous." Ron replies and lets out a chuckle at the end. I pout and start marching away from him. Ron wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

He presses his lips to mine and raises his hand to cradle my face. It's slow and passionate. I open my mouth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He parts, voice significantly deeper, "You're very sexy when you're jealous, darling."

He trails his other hand and fidgets with the hem of my skirt. My eyes widen, and I look around to find no one noticing. Ron whispers into my ear, "How about...we go to my dorm, and I'll remind you how you're the only one for me."

He presses a long kiss to my lips again, but this time, it's filled with lust. A need grows inside me, and I can't help but let out a small moan when he pinches my waist. Ron doesn't waste any time taking us to his dorm.

a/n: I think you can guess what happens next. I hope this was good, its my first time writing a request, I hope I did it justice.

[squishytenya]

choose your own path <3

pairings - readers choice x gn!reader

warnings - forced proximity quirk, crying, quirk accidents, exact warnings on each character post (each character's chapter will be linked at the bottom of this post when they are written)

welcome! I've kind of always wanted to do one of these so here it is! it's kind of soulmate au inspired and each of the choices is based on a popular romance novel trope :) hope you enjoy

I have a few specific characters planned for each imagine but if there is any you would like to see - lmk and I'll write it <3

The dust flew up around your face, sitting thick in your throat and causing you to force out a cough. This was certainly not how this was supposed to go. A simple patrol, one of your first since becoming a pro, it was supposed to be nothing more than dealing with a few muggings. Instead, the shrill cries of a young girl had pierced through the night. You and your partner had shared matching looks and flown down the street as fast as you could towards the noise with your hearts racing.

As it turns out, it was not the girl you would be saving. The screaming changed as you grew closer - morphing from fear to frustration and a hint of anger. Well, as much anger as a tiny five year olds body could muster. She was running frantically around, tripping on the rubble that she had somehow pulled up from the ground with her tantrum. And she seemed to be… tapping people? Not slapping per say but placing her tiny hands on people anywhere she could reach. Every time she placed her small palm on another person's skin, her little shoulders dropped in what you realised was relief. Unfortunately, the people she had tapped in her frenzy seemed to absorb the pain. Within seconds, almost everyone in the crowd around her had been sent to their knees, groaning in agony.

You shared a look with your partner and nodded at them - stepping towards the volatile child. 

“Hey sweetie, it’s okay” you attempted to comfort her apprehensively. 

 “what’s your name?”

There was no indication, to your shock, that anyone else had tried to even converse with the toddler. The way she froze in her movements caused you to step back, until she turned her gaze on you and her brown eyes filled with tears. Her trembling body made your heart ache. Obviously, this was some kind of late quirk manifestation that had taken the poor girl by surprise. Yet, you still couldn’t understand why nobody seemed to want to get near her. 

That was, until you noticed a pale yellow glow emitting from her palms. The young girl seemed to be just as panicked at this as you felt and started to move, as if to shake the glow from her palms. Her futile attempts only caused her breathing to pick up its pace again and she stumbled.

“We can help you” you spoke soft and slow, gesturing to your partner, “you just gotta come here okay? Tell me what's got you so worked up”

The brunette girl sniffled, rubbing her face with her glowing palms. Pain curled in your chest at the sorry sight. Reaching forward, you moved your hand onto her shoulder and gripped it softly. It had been taught to you in training that younger civilians reacted well to physical contact, as it often reminded them of their parents. Not that you had paid much attention in that section of class, but you did remember some useful things. You would have to thank midnight for the tip once this is over. 

Wailing, she curled in on herself and her head rolled back. Tear-filled eyes bore into yours and she started stuttering out apologies, the soft yellow glow growing more intense. The light emitting from her hands seemed to heat up as it intensified and the air around it started wobbling like the sun on a hot day. Squinting, you moved towards her to attempt to stop her touching another person. It didn’t seem to cause too many issues but you needed to keep the public away from the girl’s grasp until you knew the full extent of her quirk. 

“I’m sorry” she screamed, in obvious pain now

“Sorry- I can’t stop it! It hurts! Want it to stop” 

Before you could stop her, she reached towards your arm with her glowing fingertips outstretched. Your partner let out a shocked sound and shot forward towards the two of you. 

It was no use, her tiny hand closed around the exposed skin of your wrist. 

And… nothing. 

Reaching behind you, you waved your frantic partner off. It wasn’t that bad, just a bit of heat. Certainly, the civilians around you were just reacting dramatically to the heat emanating from the little girl's hands. A slight tingle, sure, but nothing more than that. Honestly, you didn’t know what the other people in the area were making such a fuss about. It could probably be explained as a small energy quirk mixed with growing pains. It happened to the best of you. 

You smiled warmly at the young girl again, despite your heart pounding in your chest. Oddly enough, light and that warping heat still remained on the hand that hadn’t touched you. Hmm you thought, maybe the quirk separates in her body? The girl's squirming seemed to confirm your theory - not quite the agonising pain you had witnessed a few seconds earlier, but definitely not comfortable to her. 

Once again, your partner stood beside you and quirked an eyebrow. You shrugged in response. 

“I don’t know what the big deal is, it was a bit warm but that’s pretty much it” you explained. 

“No!” the young girl in your arms protested, “it doesn’t work like that-”

Your partner, shocked by her sudden outburst, moved closer to you. His action seemed to shock the girl huddled in your embrace and she reached towards his chest with her glowing hand. The entirety of her hand pushed against his chest, sending him reeling back at her surprising strength. Your eyebrows almost hit your hairline. That was certainly ammo to tease him with later on in your patrol, you thought to yourself. 

Blinking, you set her on the ground. The warmth emanating from your wrist sharpened, causing you to clench your fist and shake your arm. The attempt to lessen the feeling proved futile. Burning sensations travelled up your arm, engulfing the rest of your body in the curling flame. You grunted as the scorching heat flowed through you like a flow of lava in your veins. Gripping your chest now as the burning seemed to swirl around your heart, you glanced over to your patrol partner and observed he seemed to be fairing the same way you did. 

Desperately, you reached for your radio, dropping the now hysterical girl to the ground as gently as you could. Murmurs picked up in the crowd around you, obviously shocked at the immediate effect of the quirk. The metal of your radio was a cool relief against your feverish skin. 

You gasped when the receiver crackled to life. 

“Help requested” you almost sobbed, “two down in the market square… there’s been a quirk incident - we need help”

Bursts of the flame sensation flickered up to your head at this point. It felt like your whole torso had been set on fire. Sinking to your knees, you grasped your head in your hands and bit back a scream. Your chest heaved under the strain. Frantically, you gestured for the crowd to move away from you and your partner but made no attempt to move closer across to him.

“Ayami!” came a frantic voice from across the clearing. 

“Mommy!”

“Sweetie, what have you done?”

“It was an accident” the little girl was in tears now and you reached to comfort her in earnest. 

Not getting far, you clutched your hand to your chest as the flame feeling engulfed your eyes - spreading bright yellow into your vision. The young girl's cries were still ringing in your head as your eyes closed and you hit the cold ground. 

-

Your head was swimming. There was no way of telling how long you had been out but your body held the same exhaustion as it did when a fever had just broken. The light above you was industrial and way, way too bright for your very tired eyes. 

“They’re awake”

You grunted. 

“Wish I wasn’t”

A familiar snort rang out across the space you were in. 

“At least we can rule out a change in their charming personality.”

“Fuck off Katsuki” 

You raised your middle finger in the general direction of the comment, eliciting a snort once again. You supposed you had to get up and face the world at some point. If you were safely in hospital, it most likely meant that the young girl from the night before had been contained. 

“The girl,” you murmured, “she okay?”

The person next to you (mina, you assumed by the smell of her perfume) kissed their teeth - a less than comforting noise. You groaned again, this would probably require way more paperwork from you than you were prepared to do right now.

“Yeah, she’s fine - the old lady’s got something to tell you though.”

–

“You’re shitting me right?”

Recovery girl cast you a look over the rim of her glasses. Cringing, you began to apologise to the smaller woman but she cut you off. 

“I’m sorry to tell you, but you will have to remain close to him” she explained, “we don’t know when the quirks effect will wear off, none of the civilians are back to normal yet”

You huffed, crossing your arms against your chest. This was just your luck really, exactly what you needed after a week of night shift patrols and shitty takeout dinner. The poor girl in the street had some kind of tethering quirk, none of the civilians hit had been able to separate themselves from each other for longer than five minutes without that burning sensation coming back full force. Each time she touched someone with one other hands, whoever she touched with the other was stuck with them until someone could figure this quirk out. 

They’d been essentially sorted into pairs by the girl’s quirk. Like the game snap! Your brain helpfully supplied. The maximum distance they could go without hurting each other was a mere 8 feet. 

8 feet was not enough space for you. 

You and your partner had only patrolled together twice and now you were stuck within a room's distance of him the whole time. Sure, it was better than whatever that feeling was - but you were less than happy about it. 

Knock knock. 

Speak of the devil and he appears. You knew he was due to come in because the warm, mildly painful, tingle had started up again on the same wrist. Brilliant, this is my life now. 

You looked up and made eye contact with your partner… 

bakugou part one // part two

[starsomens]

Warnings: Lab partners to lovers! Sex in a medical research lab, desk, PiV sex, spit in mouth(once), friends to lovers type, language, Noah goes from shy to dominant >:) and of course I had some inspiration help from @gretaswhore28 ✨

"uggghhhh" you groan leaning back from your microscope. You had been looking at sample all day trying to put together an explanation for the reaction it was having to certain medicines. You lean back in your chair and rub at your eyes

"You're gonna end up straining your vision you know," you lab partner, Noah chimes in

"I've been working on this for nearly 2 weeks! I keep getting the same results" you sigh "Maybe I should have a break"

"Oh wow she's actually taking my advice for once" he said sarcastically

You spin in your chair and stare at the tall man. His neck tattoos peeking up past his collar, his perfectly combed hair and dorky glasses. For someone who had his neck and hands covered in tattoos he tends to be quiet and shy. Almost all the other girls on the floor would try and flirt with him or try hitting on him, but the poor boy was just so shy, it honestly was very cute. You liked teasing him about just to see him all flustered

"hey I take you advice, you're the one who doesn't" you chuckle standing from your seat

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asks leaning on his desk crossing his arms. You think for a moment

"hmmm....well...like how maybe you should roll your sleeve up because EVERYONE wants to know just how tattooed you are" you Walk to him and give him that knowing look

"Y/N, they could just ask and I have pictures,"

"yeah but in person, on the skin! It's different" he thinks for a second and takes his lab coat off leaving him in his button down baby blue shirt. You were smiling knowing you had gotten to him, that was until you felt something drilling into your head. Looking up you can see him just staring at you, once you caught his eyes you stare right back at him. Almost as if you froze in place.....his stare was....hypnotizing and....petrifying but.... alluring.

"Well, there you go. I take you advice so well," he lets his shirt fall to the floor leaving him in a white tank top “I did it on the spot”

“DAMN!” You didn’t mean to say it so loud, you hustled weren’t expecting to see him COVERED in tattoos “sorry I didn’t mean that they look….good..”

He holds his arm out “you can look closer if you want. You take a picture of his arm and start to trace some of the drawings on his skin. Whoever had tattooed him had done an amazing job. They were so detailed and beautiful. You hadn’t even realized that your touch was lingering on his skin.

“You like that princess?” He said in a hush voice

“Hu-?”

“ maybe I heard a couple things about you liking certain person here..” now it was his turn to tease you “ don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, or my hands whenever work, I noticed everything” he suddenly pushes your waist to the side and switches place with you. You were now against the desk and him in front of you.

"I-I....what? You're one to believe rumors Noah?" you asked clearly flustered

"I didn't but then I noticed your patterns. The way you'd dress, your perfume, how we always end up staying at work at the same times?" he smirks leaning into you "Am I right, princess?"

"I...I....it's just coincidence!" you defend yourself

"so why are you so red?" he leans into your ear, feeling his body heat radiating on to yours, you were just about to crack but as you were he pulls back and grabs his shirt from the floor

"But you're right, why should I believe rumors? Afterall it's people making things up because they're bored "he says as he puts his arms through the sleeves. Not only were you flustered and embarrassed now you were pissed.

"We should get packed up and head home for the night-" both your hands grab his loose collar and pull him to you and you look him dead in the eye

"You think I'd let you get away with that?" you crash your lips on his to which he returns the kiss. The kiss turns into something passionate and lust filled in just seconds. He lifts you on to the desk, knocking over a pen holder. His hands find your bare knees and push your skirt up your legs until the fabric sit over your hips. His lips trace down your face and to your neck, he rips open your shirt, causing the buttons to scatter on the floor

"Hey-"

"I'll buy you a new one" he kisses and nips at the valley of your breasts, making sure to leave a mark or two on them.

"You don't know....how long...I've wanted this" he says between kisses. Bring you to the edge of the desk, he stands between your legs And holds both your legs on either side of his body as he leans down against you.

" I can feel you soaking through your panties. You've been wanting this too, haven't you?" he chuckled

"Mmmm" his fingers, find your chin and make you look up at him

“Words princess,”

“Y-yes…” you can feel his bulge rubbing against you soon you were able to feel how wet you were yourself.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses your nose “can I Y/N? Can I make you feel good?” He asks and you give him a shakes nod. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt, and rips his pants enough to get himself out of his confinements. He pushes your panties aside and rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit.

“So wet…just for me,” his other hand, held your leg up by the back of your knee as he pushes himself in bottoming out in one go. You both sigh heavily from the feeling of him being inside you. A shiver ran through your body as he taking the situation. Here you were on your partners desk, leg spread, and his cock inside of you.

He pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in again

“Oh fuck!” He starts to thrust into you at a rhythm. The quiet lap filled with erotic sounds of sex. Your head was thrown back as nose lips dig into the column of your neck. Nipping and licking at the skin.

“Good….so fucking good for me.” He huffs you had never seen this side of him before. “This pussy…is mine now. You got that?” He uses the desk for leverage as he fucks into you, Rasing your leg higher to go deeper into your pussy.

“Oh…god!” he was hitting all of the right spots, he was just the right size, and the right length. Everything was perfect down to the rhythm of his crust the way his hand was holding your body in place so he can fuck into you was also perfect.

“Nuh uh baby….” He huffs “no god here, only me…and you’ll call out only MY name!” He punctuates his words with deep thrusts

The desk rattles with every thrust he gives you. His lips leaving no area of your neck untouched. Maybe it was a silly little crush before but now you can say with full confidence that you would be his if he asked you to. Get on your knees for him….it was possible for just the pleasure to be corrupting you kind but he was right. You did like him. A whole lot…and now here you were.

Your nails claw at his back as he continues to thrust into you sporadically. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hands dig into your sides. There is a new look in his eye, one of lust and dominance. Completely opposite of the Noah that you were introduced to when he first started working here But this was such a turn on you can feel yourself posting around him the longer you looked in his eyes

His other hand rubbed tight circles on your clit, you can feel his cock twitch impulse inside of you. He captures your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue, pushing past your lips, and dancing with yours.

“ open your mouth baby” he huffs you follow his command, open your mouth slightly “stick that tongue out for me,”

Stick your tongue out, just enough for him to see

“Good girl,” he gathers a bit of spit and spits directly into your mouth. “Fucking swallow it,”

You swallow his spit feeling it washed down your throat. Your eyebrows knit together as you can feel a tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You can feel your head become light as your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way he rocked his body into you, the way his fingers worked at your clit, the way his lips traced over your skin, it all made you see stars.

“ are you going to cum baby? Cum all over this cock?” you taking a hold of your jaw, giving your face a slight squeeze every now and then if you broke eye contact with him. His glasses slipping down to the very tip of his nose, but still staying in place. The lenses became slightly foggy due to the activities you were currently partaking in. His combed hair starting to fall into his face. in those deep, dark eyes only pushed you further into your pleasure. 

“You wanna cum so bad huh?” he teases as he slows down his rhythm just a bit. He could see your face, become slightly dissatisfied with his change and pace. “Oh my poor little slut, tell me what you want..”

“I-I wanna cum….please Noah…”

This pleased the scientist, as a large smile appears on his face. He takes a hold of your hips and studies his foot stamps. He stops for only moment, and begins to pound into faster and harder than before. He was coming to his end and you, but of course he knew the consequences if he did finish inside so he had to get you to finish first. He rubs your bundle of nerves faster as he feels tighten around him.

“That’s it baby, cum. Cum for me, cum all over this dick” and just as he commanded, you finish as your body is taken over by tremors he pulls out of you and pumps his fist along his cock. He finishes in spurts onto your chest. You’re both gasping and huffing messes. You feel his slender hands up your body pick up some of the cum left on your chest.

Brings the fingers up to your mouth and says

“Taste it Y/N,” hesitantly, open your mouth and allow him to stick his fingers inside, tasting his thick consistency on his fingers. It was slightly salty, but also drop of sweetness in there.

“You’re so good for me,” he smirks as he leans down close to you once again he kisses you once again, and pulls bad enough just to say “only for me,”

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

I was summoned at the speed of gay for Anya requests! How about a small chaotic adhd partner with our brilliant nurse? Is her partner swinging from a pipe on the ceiling? Yep! Did her partner fall asleep in the closet? Yeah and she’s in a cardboard box what are they a cat! Does Anya have to catch their partner when they see her and get so excited they sprint and jump into a hug? Please her poor shoulders. Did they try to bite jambalaya when he was annoying everyone by simply existing? Yes and they’d do it again for free.

an: i'm sooooo sorry for the wait! I wanna preface this by saying I don't have adhd so i'm not 100% sure how to properly write it (yet) sorry for how short these areeee

CW(s): Author does not have adhd (...or I don't think?) so the depiction may not be entirely correct (please correct me if i've gotten anything wrong!) Jimmy as a cw too i guess? he's barely mentioned but y'know.

good ol' sfw comin' right up. [MDNI still because i'm an 18+ account]

Anya with an adhd! partner hc's

Being a nurse and all she understands how things can be for you and offers you ways to kind of manage the not so fun parts of it.

Does get a bit of a kick from your hyper activity. Brings that lil spark of joy that's very much needed on the ship. Tries really hard not to laugh when you accidentally (on purpose) annoy Jimmy.

You know that one scene from back in the barnyard where Otis is mocking the mailman when he has his back turned only to return back to normal? yeah that's you.

Has found you passed out in the most random locations. Supply closet? yup. That spot outside of the cargo hold? bingo. In one of the spare cots in medical? you got it! There have been multiple times she’s found you asleep on the floor too

does worry if you're uncomfortable though...how do you.. bend like that?? (imagine the family guy death pose)

She obliges in what you call 'floor time' where you sit on the floor and just...stare off into space, probably thinking about 9million things at once. Sometimes floor time is changed into sitting-in-a-box-on-the-floor time. and you know what...hell yeah.

she's very patient with you when you talk to her and get side-tracked. You start one story and she gets nine, that's one hell of a deal!

May or may not have picked up a few of your vocal stims so when you two hang out one on one its like parrots pinging nonsense off of each other. (for shits and giggles Daisuke might join in and its just chaos.)

[dyns33]

Strange way of life

No, it's not about my sweet Pedro (I'll let Silva be happy with his cowbow), it's a new Cooper Howard story, yaaaaaay !

Her cousins ​​had gently teased her when the name had appeared on her wrist on her eighteenth birthday.

It was nothing unusual, it happened to everyone, even if what was once a joy was now the memory of a lost world. It was very rare for two soulmates to be in the same vault, very rare indeed. Legends.

And unfortunately for Y/N, she was no exception.

If Lucy and Norman were snickering, it was because of her reaction when they read the name.

"… Cooper Howard ? My soulmate is the actor Cooper Howard ?! The famous Cooper Howard ?!"

"Uh, no, I don't think so."

"He would be over two hundred years old. Sorry, Y/N, but he's long dead. Maybe he's his descendant, or a guy with the same name."

"But I love Cooper Howard ! I've seen all his movies ! That would make sense !"

"Not really, no." Norm said, visibly a little sad at his cousin's excitement.

Sure, maybe the great Cooper Howard was still alive, in a hibernation chamber, in another vault, and waiting for her.

But even if that was the case, there was little chance that they would ever meet. There was no indication that it would be possible to come out soon, and so the rule was to ignore names when choosing a partner.

If not, humanity would have died out long ago.

Unfortunately for Vault 33, most of the young people were quite romantic. Her brother could try to be reasonable, Lucy stopped mocking to hug her cousin, saying that it was wonderful that she was destined for such a wonderful man.

They had been fans of the cowboy since childhood. At the same time, there weren't many other movies to watch.

A few years later, Lucy had her name, which wasn't that of an actor. At least, not a known actor in the vault, even if it was special. Titus Maximus.

Norman noted that it sounded like a name from Ancient Rome. He joked that his sister and cousin probably had soulmates who could travel through time.

While Y/N wanted to wait as long as possible before making a decision about her love life, Lucy sadly accepted that she would probably never meet Maximus, asking to meet a man from Vault 32 to get married. This pleased neither young Norman, for security reasons, nor Y/N, for emotional reasons. Besides the fact that he could be a dangerous cannibal, ugly and mean, there was nothing to say that Lucy and him would love each other. She could wait for her Titus.

"No, I don't want to wait anymore. I want love, real love. I can't keep dreaming and having fun with Chet…"

"Chet ? Your other cousin ? That's disgusting, Lucy !"

"I know ! That's why I need a husband. And if I ever meet Maximus, I could always divorce him. You can wait for your Cooper if you want, cowboy or whatever. I understand and I don't judge you. So don't judge me either."

That wasn't enough to prevent the massacre that followed. It was only because she had retreated to her room that Y/N escaped death, not seeing Overseer MacLean being kidnapped either.

More than this idea of ​​marriage, she found that leaving the shelter to go looking for him was very bad. She had never really loved her uncle, finding him strange. Her parents had also always been wary of him, even more so after the death of her mother's sister who they followed here before the plague.

But Y/N loved her cousins, both Norm and Lucy, and so there was no way she was going to let her go alone.

The poor widow drugged Chet because he would have been a burden, she already knew that her little brother would only help her get out, and when her cousin insisted on coming, she couldn't say no.

They were probably among the smartest, bravest and most skilled people in the vault. Together, they had a better chance of surviving outside.

However, nothing could prepare them for this devastated world. It was nothing like what their teachers had said. The sun was hot, the air full of dust, the earth barren, and the people rude.

The worst was that mercenary in the city of Philly, who started shooting at everyone while laughing, ready to kill Lucy because she was defending the poor man whose leg he had blown off.

Y/N didn't really want to get involved. She admitted that the treatment inflicted on the one who seemed to be a doctor and his dog was not normal, and that in other circumstances she would have intervened.

But they were not there for that, and if they wanted to find Lucy's father, it was probably better to avoid trouble.

This misadventure was not in vain, however. Because not only were they saved by a man named Titus Maximus wearing a huge sparkling armor, but they also recovered the doctor's head which could be used as a bargaining chip against Henry MacLean.

And above all, they had crossed paths with this ghoul dressed as a cowboy, exactly like in Cooper Howard's films, who spoke exactly like in Cooper Howard's films.

Since the atomization, meetings between soulmates were very rare. So double meetings ? Impossible.

Until a monster ate the head, Lucy kept jumping up and down like a child, terribly happy, immediately forgetting her failed marriage and a little bit about the reason for their presence near this radioactive lake. Even if she hadn't had time to give Maximus her name, there was little risk in saying that their savior was made for her.

"It's him ! I know it's him ! I only saw his face for a few seconds, but he's so handsome, so brave ! Did you see how he didn't hesitate for a second to jump in front of us and take the bullet for us ?"

"Yes, I did."

"I wonder why that horrible mercenary wanted to take that poor man, and what he was going to do to him. Do you think he has a soulmate ? Oh, do you think the doctor had a soulmate ?!"

"I don't know." Y/N sighed, trying to convince herself that it wasn't because the mercenary looked and talked like Cooper Howard that he was the actor, or her soulmate.

She could have asked him the question, when he caught up with them without too much difficulty, while they were wondering how to get the head back. Because without the head, there was no way to save Lucy's father.

Her poor cousin tried to explain it to the Ghoul, while he plunged her again and again into the water, while Y/N could only watch and beg, tied to a pole.

The plan he had put in place to attract the beast worked well, too well, and in the end, in addition to losing what he was looking for, the mercenary had his bag snatched, which obviously contained important things.

"Fuck… Fuck !" he yelled, pointing his gun at Lucy, as if the poor girl was responsible.

He didn't shoot. Visibly changing his mind, he took them both, forcing them to walk without water or food for days, to an unknown destination.

Several times, Y/N hesitated to give her name, to see his reaction. When he asked them after putting a bullet in Roger's head, her cousin answered first and he jumped, not giving Y/N time to speak.

He had understood that they were cousins. He must have thought that they had the same name, MacLean. Not Y/L/N.

She could have said it. Several times. But saying it was getting an answer, and she didn't know which one she wanted.

Either this man wasn't her soulmate and they were going to die. Or they were destined. And Y/N couldn't believe that this abomination, this heartless monster, could be for her. Even less that he could be Cooper Howard, the good sheriff who punished the bad guys and saved damsels in distress.

No, it couldn't be him. She was almost certain of it when he cut off Lucy's finger with a smile.

Arriving in front of the Super Duper Market, it was a surprise to be untied. Then he announced that he was taking two women in more or less good condition, in exchange for vials.

He hadn't killed them, just sold them.

No, he couldn't be her Cooper.

It was totally impossible.

But as Lucy walked through the store trying to stay dignified, holding back her tears, Y/N couldn't help but turn to the Ghoul. If she was going to die, she had to know.

He frowned, waiting to see what she would say, probably in an attempt to gain his pity.

"Are you Cooper Howard ?"

The question surprised him for a moment. Something flashed in his eyes, indicating that it had been a long time since he had heard that name. But he quickly resumed his closed demeanor.

"Not anymore, sweetie."

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

The doors of the Super Dupper automatically closed before Y/N could say anything else or see his face. It probably wouldn't have made much difference anyway.

[minnaci]

geto suguru x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 1.3k

no feelings. that's how you and geto work. but you do work. and it makes you want more.

contents: unrequited love, unhealthy relationships (fuckbuddies with benefits (and maybe something more?) to unresolved sorta exes), both geto and reader suck here, sexual roleplay, penetrative sex (reader receiving), cumming inside, no aftercare

reader details: reader's genitalia is referred to as their "sex" which can produce "wetness". they are a little manipulative and have a lot of abandonment issues.

a/n: sorry

"can you pretend?" you say. it's a bad idea. you might be ruining whatever this thing is between the two of you, but you don't care. you just... you want to know how it feels. even if it's just once. "for just one night, can you pretend you love me?"

some complicated, unnameable expression flashes over geto's face. "but we said 'no feelings', remember? we're not friends. we're not partners. just fuckbuddies."

"i know." but you don't care. "you'd just have to pretend, though. please. i just want—"

you stop yourself. some things are too embarrassing to admit to a 'not-friend, not-partner, just fuckbuddy'. some things are too embarrassing to admit to yourself. besides, if geto knew... he'd never agree.

"i don't want to hurt you," he says, but he crawls in between your legs, pressing into your space with the familiarity of a lover. he's hard already. was it your humiliation or your desperation that turned him on? "not with everything you have going on."

a not-friend wouldn't have cared when you shut down. a not-partner wouldn't have come over day after day to make sure you ate, and hold you through your nightmares, and help you clean up. but a "just fuckbuddy" would leave you alone, swallowed by your big, empty apartment and the cavernous grief inside of you.

geto always leaves.

everyone always leaves.

are you so terrible to want him to stay? to love you back, for just one night?

"i'm already hurting," you say, soft and quiet like you're soothing a spooked animal. it's not geto's fault that he leaves you. it's not his fault that he doesn't love you. not his fault, never his fault. you cup his face in your hands, pout your lips, crinkle your eyebrows just so. he's always liked this expression on you. he says it reminds him of fucking your face. it makes you feel like a wounded animal, begging its hunter to put it out of its misery. "make me feel better, suguru?"

it's like a dam breaks. geto melts into you and groans, rubbing his bulge against your clothed sex. "fuck, you don't know what you do to me."

you do know what you do to him. you get him off. you make him want to come back for more. you're easy, convenient. (nothing you could do could ever make him stay).

"so will you...?"

"sure, baby. let's do it." suguru says, then kisses you breathless. it's a good distraction. you're too focused on the way 'baby' tastes on his tongue— new, warm, lovely— to notice him undressing you, pulling off your soft sleep shorts and shoving a hand between your thighs. you do notice, though, when his fingers rub against your sex in slow, firm strokes, just the way you like. when he pulls his fingers away, your wetness clings to them in lewd, sticky webs. "oh, look at you, you poor thing. so wet for me already. i've been denying you, huh? all this time and you've just needed a little love."

suguru fucks you tender. he fucks you soft. he laces his fingers with yours and calls you sweet names and kisses you on the lips. you've kissed before, of course. but this isn't some sloppy, accidental thing in the heat of the moment. it's intimate, deliberate. he kisses you like he loves you. he kisses you like he means it.

for a moment, you forget that geto's just pretending.

you cling to suguru— your lifeline in this quiet storm. something warm and wet slides down your cheeks. "i love you," you say into the soft, secret space between his neck and shoulder.

he stiffens. his cock throbs inside of you, spurts out a thick stream of pre-cum. he pulls away to look you in the eyes. "say it again."

"i love you," you repeat, a devotee's supplication to their god. suguru watches your lips shape around the words. he looks... entranced, lips parted slightly, eyes dazed and unfocused. "i love you—"

suguru swallows the words from your mouth with a blindingly hot kiss. "keep saying it, just like that. don't stop."

"i love you," you say, breath catching in your lungs as the tip of his cock nuzzles a sensitive spot deep inside of you.

"i love you," you gasp, burying your face in his neck as his thrusts become harder, deeper, faster. he grunts in response, a low, animal thing, and the feral snap of his hips has your eyes rolling back in your head.

"i love you, i love you, i love you!" you cry out, pleasure cresting. you flutter around him, enjoying how thick and heavy he feels inside. it always surprises you, how good it feels to cum on a cock this big.

"fuck, baby," suguru groans, cock twitching. he grinds in deep a few more times before you feel his balls throb, and he fills you up, pulsing rope after rope of cum deep inside of you. it's perfect, of course, all hot and wet and creamy.

"you were onto something with that lovey-dovey bullshit," he laughs and kisses you again— quick, on the cheek, irreverent— before pulling out and rolling off of you. he's beautiful in his afterglow. he's always beautiful. "i didn't know that i'd like it that much."

there's nothing you can say but another, too-genuine, too-defeated, "i love you."

"hey," geto says, voice sharpening. "quit it. scene's over. just pretend, remember?"

something inside you crumbles. maybe it had always been broken. "i only asked you to pretend."

"what does that mean?" geto's getting irritated now, you can tell, but it's the restrained kind that he puts on when he's trying not to upset you. trying to smooth things over. "hey. answer me. what is that supposed to mean?"

you don't want to answer, so you don't.

"was i the only one pretending?" you watch the realization settle over geto with the resignation of a man assigned to the gallows. "fuck. i was, wasn't i? you weren't pretending at all. you actually do love—"

"i love you, suguru." you say it helplessly, hopelessly. icy numbness creeps up your limbs, freezing the hollow emptiness in your chest. you've never been good at pretending, so you don't even try.

geto stares at you like you've grown another head. his mouth opens. closes. his hands close into fists, his lips press into a tight line. he gets out of bed. you don't even notice the loss of his warmth. you're too numb.

"you're fucked in the head." geto dresses in quick, mechanical motions. "why would you—? no. it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter. i told you i didn't want to hurt you. i told you 'no feelings'. and you just— you made me—" he stops himself, shakes his head. glances at you. you've never felt smaller, more alone, in this big bed that smells like him. "we should stop seeing each other."

"okay," you say. you hadn't expected anything less. everyone leaves, even if you love them. especially if you love them. your family, your friends. geto. suguru.

"okay." geto repeats. he looks at you— really sees you. possibly for the first time. possibly for the last. you don't know what he could be looking for in your expression. you don't know what he finds. you feel empty, blank, cold. he turns away. "i hope this was worth it to you."

then he's storming out of your apartment, out of your life. the door slams behind him.

you start to shiver. the remnants of your shared pleasure congeal on your thighs. you're alone. just like you always feared.

just like you always knew you would be.

networks: @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[maiko-san]

TADC x Robotic Jester! Reader (Part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

A/n : Sorry for the late update, I've been busy with work at the supermarket especially when Christmas is around the corner.

ft. Zooble and Pomni

IHA - In House Adventure

(Y/o/n) - Your other name

The next day, you wake up and go through your routine like usual. Having breakfast with the others before Caine decided to go for IHA. Caine comes up with IHAs at a random time.

Today's IHA was insect hunting which is a favourite activity for Kinger. The man was giddy like a child and begin to blurt out all kinds of insects he wants to find.

"I wonder what insects we could find today, maybe we can catch the elusive blue morpho peleides? Oh, maybe *gasps* a dynastes hercules!" Kinger said, you smile at how childish he looks and it's kinda cute.

Everyone is in their adventure outfit and equipped with nets and a small cage. "Alright everyone! Let's head out and catch some bugs!" Caine declares, "Each bugs have their points! The rarer they are the higher their points! The team with the highest points will get free tickets to the theme park for a week!" Caine said.

Everyone is separated into two teams, you are in a team with Gangle and Ragatha. While the other team is Kinger, Ragatha and Kaufmo. "Don't think ya can win cuz you have Kinger in your team! We're gonna beat your @s£!" you said.

"Those ticket will be ours!" you said, smirking.

Aftermath

Everyone is exhausted after getting chased by a swarm of angry hornets. Those devils have lots of points and yeah, you guys tried to catch one in their little nest and thought it would be easy—

But no, Caine didn't tell anybody that the bugs were huge!

Poor Kaufmo got stung by those hell spawns and Caine were able to fix him, but the poor clown was traumatized. You on the other hand got stung too in order to save your partner.

"You're okay there, bud?" you turn to Kaufmo who is rocking back and forth, he was horrified. You rub his back to soothe him down but he is still shaking uncontrollably. "Since the hornets are gone, LET'S CONTINUE WITH THE ADVENTURE!" Caine said making everyone (except Kinger) groans.

You stand up and help Kaufmo back to his feet, "Hey, Kauf. You can sit back if you want, don't force yourself. I can take you back to your room" you said with a slight smile. "Y-yeah, I think I'm sitting back on this o-one. I'm going back to my r-room.... alone. Don't worry, I'll be f-fine" Kaufmo said. "T-thanks (Y/o/n)" he said.

You watch worriedly as Kaufmo walks back to his room, you hope that he recovers from the whole ordeal.

"Hey, looney! We got points to catch. I ain't letting that Hoo-Ha winnin' " Jax said, crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his feet impatiently while Gangle standing next to him. You roll your eyes and walk over to them, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever Mr impatient" you said.

The IHAs went as normal, everyone catches smaller bugs and avoids the larger ones. The day went by and results were a draw. How surprising. Caine decides that everyone gets free tickets but for now, everyone wants to go back to their room and rest.

You walk by Kaufmo's room with two tickets in your hand. "Hey, Kauf! I got the ticket, we can go for rides tomorrow!" you said, knocking on his door only to receive no reply.

"Kaufmo? Are you asleep?" you said, trying to turn the knob. Kaufmo doesn't mind you entering his room, sadly the door was locked. "Kaufmo? Are you alright? Say something!" you said as you start to feel slightly uneasy. As you jiggle the knob, you hear a click and the door opens slightly.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Hehe, y-you got me worried there, Kauf" you said, tugging on your collar. "S-sorry I was sleeping" Kaufmo apologized, "Well. Caine gave all of us the tickets" you said, holding out one ticket to the clown.

"Let's have some fun tomorrow. Just the two of us, how about that?" you smiles. "Thanks (Y/o/n) but I think I won't go tomorrow, too much happening today" Kaufmo sighed. "Hey, I won't force ya! We can go once you're ready anyways this ticket doesn't have an expiration date anyways!" you said.

After that, you leave Kaufmo and go to your room. The very next day.....

A new human came to town.

Zooble

They are unique and consist of various shapes like those blocks.

Zooble was the name given to them.

Zooble is like one of those moody teenagers who is grouchy and easily gets irritated over something.

"F- off" was the first word that they gave to you when you tried to approach them.

Being a good person you are, you didn't push them and let them adjust to their new body and their new environment.

Zooble appreciates that you give them some space unlike coughCainecoughJax.

Zooble doesn't really understand how you are so fine with everything? Like, you enjoy living in this place.

"Why are you so happy being in this place? What's so good about it anyways?" they questioned, crossing their arms over their chest. You stare at her for a moment before smiling, "Hakuna Matata~!" you said in a sing along voice. "Which means 'No worries!' " you chirped. "I don't have to worry about everything anymore!" you said.

Zooble only raises an eyebrow at your statement. What did you mean by that?

Zooble has a hunch that you're keeping something....

But after some time, Zooble finds that you are really a genuine person. They start to get used to you.

Unlike the others, you're one of those good listeners.

Zooble always complains about everything especially in this stupid body that can fall apart easily, anyone would just either leaves, zone out or straight up ignore them but you didn't.

You listen to them and their pointless rambling.

You help Zooble cope with this new place and their new bodies, giving suggestions to keep spare parts just in case those nasty gloinks or Jax gets their hands on their body parts.

Zooble gladly accepts you as their close friend who they can vent their emotions to.

"Ugh, f@&#ing again!" groaned Zooble, their body parts got carried away by one of the gloinks. You manage to snatch Zooble's head and arm, "Geez, those nasty f@£kers are getting fast" you said. "Aaaaaand also sneakier" you glare at one of the gloinks taking away your tricycle and also your other stuffs.

"I swear if I get my hands on those m%@#fckers, I'll throw them into the void!" Zooble said, getting frustrated that their body parts always get taken away for the unknown times. "Well, if we did. There's going to be more of em" you said.

"Well! Let's get your body parts back!" you smile, tucking Zooble in your left arm and skip your way towards the gloinks.

After retrieving Zooble's body parts, you decided to go back to your room. You slow down and stare at Kaufmo's door, he has spent his time more and more in his room. Whenever he comes out ( via force by Caine if there's a IHAs ), he would mutter the word 'exit' over and over again.

It got you worried....

As you were about to knock on the door, "Hey, (Y/o/n)!" it was Ragatha and the others. "Oh, hey guys! Where are you guys heading?" you asked. Ragatha rubs the back of her neck, "Well, Caine wants to have a rehearsal with the theme song!" she said. "Oh, I see" Caine has been working on a theme song for quite a while now.

"I'll get Kaufmo, you guys can go ahead" you said, Kinger turns his attention to the door. "Kaufmo has been in his room for quite some time now..." he said. "The last time I saw him, he was finding the exit" he continues.

"I wonder if he's alright...." Gangle said. "Psssh! Haha! The clown has been like that ever since he came here! Don't twist yourself worrying about that crazy loser, looney" Jax said, pointing his finger at his head and making a twirling motion, laughing before walking away. You glare at Jax as Zooble did the same, "Geez, what's his problem?" they said.

"I'm sure Kaufmo is fine, (Y/o/n)!.....Let's give him some time, alright..." Ragatha assures you, "Y-yeah, you're right" you said as Ragatha takes your hand and takes you to the stage for rehearsal.

During rehearsal

Caine has started up the theme song and the music begins to play, Caine did the first greeting since he was the ringleader, "—and Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus!" Caine shouted as the music kicked it and everyone's name was called out.

Gangle and Zooble and Kinger, too! Ragatha, Jax, and there's Kaufmo and (Y/o/n) , woo-hoo! 🎶

Day after— day after— day after, day after we fly! Past the sun and the moon and we don't know why! 🎶

Then, a new person joins in the theme song.

Pomni

When she first appeared was during the theme song, knocking everyone down on the stage.

You were unlucky to be the one who got toppled by the others ( Jax, Kinger and Gangle ).

"Guys, please get off" you muffled, face planted on the floor. "Sorry, (Y/o/n)!" cried Gangle as she slipped herself off the pile. "Ah, never knew that you'd be a great couch to sit on, looney~" grins Jax as he makes himself heavier on purpose.

"Really sorry about this" Kinger apologies to you, "Mff... it's fine" you said as you pulled your face off the floor. Your tail wraps itself tightly around Jax's body, squeezing the air out of him and tossing him aside.

Now, about the newcomer.

Much like Kaufmo, the newcomer didn't take everything too well and it was much more worst.

Pomni, that is her name now. Given by Caine.

The AI had decided to have another IHA to celebrate Pomni's arrival which is "Gather the Gloinks!" and causes Zooble to groan loudly at it.

Then, Caine left everyone to have their fun. Typical Caine.

You could see that she's panicking and having a hard time calming herself down. Ragatha did try to calm her down but it didn't go well and Jax makes everything much worse.

Anxiety? Panic attack? No, both. You feel bad for her, so you decide to step in.

You approach the small jester, "Okay, guys! Give Pomni some space, let her breathe and give her time to calm down" you said. Pomni is holding her head as she tries to process everything. "Hey" you said in a soft tone as Pomni looks up at you. She flinched back slightly, "I want you to follow my lead and take a deep breath. Breathe in, and out" you said. Pomni's quick breathing begins to slow down as she follows your guide.

"That's it, you did a great job there" you said with a grin.

Everything was too much for Pomni and she was glad that someone steps in and calms her down.

Or else she would die from having a panic attack (if it is possible in this world).

Since Caine has given out an IHA and honestly everyone doesn't want to do the adventure until Zooble gets disassembled by the gloinks.

After retrieving Zooble from the gloinks. Things escalated quickly like...

Kaufmo abstracted.

Caine deals with the problem and sends the abstracted Kaufmo down into the cellar.

Afterwards the AI confessed that there was an exit but he didn't know how to make it or knows how it works. But he tried his best to build one.

You watch your partner being sent down into the dark cellar and everyone acts like nothing has happened. Abstraction can happen to anyone at any time, it seems Kaufmo has reached his breaking point and you weren't there for him which makes you feel...guilty.

You failed as a friend.

You sat at the dinner table, staring down at your plate. You don't feel like eating after the whole ordeal, your (e/c) eyes look up to see Pomni looking at you. Her gaze turns away when you meet her eyes.

"You're not going to eat that, Looney?" Jax leans in on your side while pointing to your food. You push the plate to him, "Here... I'm not hungry anyways" you sighed with a frown on your face and leaves.

"....Poor (Y/o/n)" sobbed Gangle. "They and Kaufmo are really close...." she said. Ragatha puts down her spoon, "Y-yeah...." she trailed. It's a rare sight to see you this way and it feels so wrong.

They (except Jax) know that you and Kaufmo were pretty close since the two of you were an acting pair. "We should check on them" Ragatha said but Kinger interjects "It is best to leave them be for a while" Kinger said.

After the feast, Pomni is walking around the tent until she sees you on the stage, throwing knives at a target board.

She watches you throw the knives so precisely in the middle. The last knife throw makes the board split in half and causes Pomni to squeak in fear. "I don't have time for your s@#ts Jax—" you turn your head to see Pomni, "O-oh, it's you" you said.

Pomni fiddles with her fingers before speaking up, "I'm sorry...." she apologized which causes you to raise an eyebrow. "What are you apologising for?" you questioned her. "Well—a-about Kaufmo... everyone said that you're very close to him and I feel sorry for what had happened" she said.

"Oh..." you trailed, "Thanks for your concern but you don't apologise" you said. "It's normal for someone to get abstract, everyone has their breaking point" you rub the back on your head.

"Say, wanna take a tour around the tent? I can show you places you can and can't go. I am an expert at it!" you chirped, giving her a grin.

"U-uh, um sure!" Pomni agrees.

A/n : This is a very long chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it :D. Btw, Jax calling Reader Looney is because they are a loony which means 'crazy/silly/strange/weirdo/lunatic'

Kinda sad that Kaufmo abstracted and hopefully we'll get to see him in flashbacks. I really wish he and Pomni were besties and become the exit duo.