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hc for gn reader pegging Scout?

Pegging— Okay. How fun. First time writing this with Scout…

GN Reader X Scout

Includes: pegging, gender neutral reader, kinda submissive Scout.

DEF NOT FOR MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT POR FAVOR…

All was well in the base, it was a usual day. Medic’s rambling off in medical stuff, Sniper’s in his tower, Heavy’s trying to make a sandwich while listening to Medic, etc. And there was you… You were looking for a certain Bostonian. Said Bostonian broke your favorite vase, so you wanna make him pay.

As you pass by Spy, you ask him something, “Hey, Spy, have you seen Scout?” The French man looked up at him, taking his cigarette out of his mouth.

“Non, I haven’t seen him. But if I do, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him…” Spy said. He seemed to get the idea of what his son usual annoyance had done.

You nodded and continued on your way, eager to stick it to the man. In the distance, you heard his voice. Your eyes narrowed, there he is…

Scout was harassing Engie, begging him to make stuff for him. But, Engineer being the person he is, said no because all the stuff he was being asked for is unreasonable. Scout heard you clear your throat and he paled…

His head turned towards you, “Heeeey, Y/N!” He smiled shakily, trying to act as if he hadn’t broken something you cared for A LOT. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Oh, he knew he was screwed..

You grabbed Scout by his ear and dragged him away from Engineer, “Seeya, Eng!” You called out to the mechanic as you took the troublemaker with you.

Scout was complaining, “Yo! Y/N, I ain’t mean it, toots! C’mon, it was just a vase…” That made you scoff.

You looked back at him, “Just a vase? That vase was given to me by my grandma!” You saying that made Scout go, ‘oh’.

You two finally made it to your room, Scout knew this room WAAAY too well. He spent many nights with you in it. Scout swallowed hard as the door was closed behind him.

Your eyes glanced at him, “Get on the bed,”

Scout’s eyes seemed to bulge out, “What?”

Your eyes narrowed, “get on the bed.”

Being told in the tone you gave him was enough for him to get onto the bed.

Your hands trailed all over him, “Guess what, Jeremy? You’re getting punished… and you don’t get to cum until I tell you.”

Scout swallowed hard, already getting his clothes off. If there’s one thing he knew, it’s to not fuck with you when mad.

When you both were naked, you pulled a box out from under your bed. Oh, Scout knew what was in that box. Toys, oh so many toys… Many of which you’ve used in your sexual encounters. But what you took out was your strap-on and a cock ring.

Scout exhaled shakily when he saw them, “Hun, you aren’t serious about using those, yeah?” He asked. He was trying so hard not to cum on the spot, he liked it when you were mad.

You chuckled darkly and made a “turn over” motion with your hand. He did so, turning onto his hands and knees. You slid the cold, metal ring onto his length, sliding it to the base. Scout shuddered at the feeling of it on his member, it was so weird to feel…

As you reached for a bottle of lube, you saw him look back at you. He saw how you looked, the strap-on on your body, the anger in your eyes. Oh, he’s definitely fucked.

Two fingers entered his tight ring of flesh, covered in lube of course. He yelped softly, eyes widening. You hummed and started to stretch his taint open, his soft, breathy moans were enough to make you continue. As you added another finger, starting to scissor his ass open, he whined.

Scout leaned back on your fingers, which earned him a slap across his ass. He yelped, whining as you still in scissoring him. He wanted that friction, he wanted that… He wanted you.

You sighed, “You’re stretched enough, Scout.” You said as you pulled your fingers out of him.

Scout’s hand balled up the sheets, “C’mon then, Y/N…” He begged. His hips tensed and relaxed, trying to get you to insert the tip… and maybe the full thing.

Shouldn’t have said anything, Scout. You pushed into him, the whole length. You didn’t even give him time to adjust to it, after all, it’s a punishment.

Thrust, after thrust, after thrust… You continues to torture his ass with your cock. Well, “cock.” Scout’s breathy moans got louder and more frequent, his cock was leaking, but he’d never be able to completely cum with that ring on.

This was a cycle that went on for what seemed like hours, Scout was soon begging you for release. But would you give it to him? You had deemed he was punished long enough, so you reached around his body to tug the ring off.

More vigorous thrusting occurred, making the bed creak violently. There wasn’t any hiding what they were doing now… You bit down on Scout’s neck lovingly as you piston into him. Finally, he came. He moaned your name and you pulled out.

Scout collapsed forward, going flat on the bed. You chuckled and snuggled him, not even bothering to clean up.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on the door, “CAN YOU BOTH BE QUIET? ZOME OF UZ HAVE TO GET ZHIER BEAUTY SLEEP!” Medic called through the door. You broke out in laughter and so did Scout.

Guess you both were too loud…

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One, Two, Ah—

Call Of Duty Gambling High AU

Kinda An Odd Story, Also Inspired by Kakegurui

They noticed you. The Student Council… An elite group of students. A group of students the others call, “One-Four-One,” mostly because that’s their usual go-to way to gamble. They’re fucking scary.

Ghost, the bodyguard of the Student Council, wears a skull mask over his mouth and a beanie. No one knows his actual name, just that he’s frightening and dangerous. He wins EVERY game he plays. He’s a strong silent type… A very strong silent type.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, the social media handler for the Student Council, he has a Mohawk and some stubble on his chin. He LOVES to lure his opponents in by letting them win the first round. His innocent, Scottish exterior hides his dark inside. It’s like getting whiplash…

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, the treasurer of the Student Council, he has a sort of buzz cut and hardly no stubble. Gaz loves to raise the stakes high, he does it subtly. But before you know it, you’re ten million pounds in debt. It’s quite scary, so scary…

And finally, Price, the president of the Student Council, he wears a bucket hat typically. No one has quite played against him, they say those who have had gone missing. That one of his “boys” had taken care of it. He’s high up on the totem pole, hard to reach unless you beat all of his boys.

And the Vice-President? No one knows their identity. It’s a well-guarded secret in the Student Council… But a few years back, one of their members passed. Gary “Roach” Sanderson was his name… Poor soul taken too soon.

Of course, there are other minor groups in the high school… Such as Los Vaqueros, an all Hispanic transfer student group, it’s led by Alejandro Vargas. Nobody fucks with them. The Shadow Corp, led by Philip Graves. They’ve sunk under, believe it or not. And let’s not forget KorTac! A group led by someone unknown… But people say they frequently see a tall, masked man with people wearing the KorTac patches on their blazers.

But that’s enough about the groups, the hierarchy is terrible. It’s a hierarchy of donations, of sketchy, SKETCHY donations. Where are the donations going? No one knows.

You sit at the neutral ground of the hierarchy, not teetering under and not teetering higher. You won a match on your first day and gained the Student Council’s attention. So you got approached by Soap.

Soap bounded over to you happily on the second day you were there. He greeted you excitedly, taking your hands into his, “‘Ello, laddie! I’m Johnny MacTavish, but ye can call me Soap! It’s so won’erful to meet ye!” He had a huge smile on his face. Isn’t he a first year? How is he on the Council?

You shook your head of your thoughts, smiling back at him, “Ah, pleasure to meet you, I’m F/N L/N.” As soon as you said your name, his smile seemed to darken. It was as if he knew his next target now.

He tilted his head a hair, looking at someone over your shoulder and back at you. Was someone else here? Was someone else in the SC here?

You tried to look where his eyes had darted, but he spoke before you could, “Ay, Laddie! Ye like gam’lin’?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes snapping to his caramel ones. Why is he asking this?

His repeated question fell on deaf ears as you caught sight of Price walk past behind him. Are they all here? Is every member of the Student Council here? Your eyes widened as you felt a cold piece of what you could assume to be metal against your head.

A gruff British voice rumbled, “Answer him, mate.” It was Ghost. Or, you can assume. You can’t see his face, so you have to assume.

Were guns allowed here? Were guns allowed on the school’s grounds? Why did the SC have one?

You try to move your head to look back, but Soap moved his hands to clasp your face at a lightning pace.

And so he repeated his question again, “Do ye like gam’lin’?” Soap’s face was a lot more severe. It was frightening.

You swallowed hard, eyes darting between his two. It seemed like they were glowing now, but they aren’t. It’s just a trick of the light… Your breathing picked up a hair, it was like you were a piece of meat in a tank full of sharks.

Oh, this was exhilarating. You bit your bottom lip and nodded, “OH! I love gambling, do I get to gamble with you guys someday? Oh, I hope so. Please, tell me I will!” That statement alone seemed to shock the four men.

Ghost dropped his gun from the back of your head, kinda shellshocked. Soap’s hands fell slack at his sides, Gaz paused in his stalking, and Price? Price just stood still, analyzing.

Oh, you’re an enigma. One they have to be careful around. Price whistled a loud note, every man’s head shot to his eyes, while yours slowly skirted over.

The fourth year tilted his head back, “Oi, boys, back off from them, yeah? They aren’t up to our level yet, let them win some more before we come and beat them.” The three men nodded and walked towards Price.

You pouted, you wanted to so badly gamble against them. But you’ll have to wait, huh?

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TW!! Mentions of gr00ming & other sensitive topics.

For years, I have kept silent about my time on a Discord server.

For years, I have kept my fucking mouth shut out of respect for the other victims.

But I’m done now.

My sister herself has made two videos on the topic, so I’m coming out with my story.

Years ago, on my first Discord account, I stupidly joined an Undertale Discord server ran by someone named @/UndertaleXAus. I thought nothing of it since there were countless people who were my age and younger on the server, mind you, this was at the height of the game’s fame.

But the owner? The owner was a shitty person.

Constantly, the owner would guilt us with photos of their SH.

Constantly, the owner would threaten to kill themselves if they didn’t get their way.

We started to get uncomfortable, but then it happened.

One night, my sister comes running to me crying and uncomfortable and shows me her phone.

UndertaleXAus forced her and a mutual friend of ours to ERP. Don’t get me wrong, we were a bunch of impressionable kids.. BUT IT WAS MY FUCKING SISTER.

This server also had an NSFW channel that was able to be seen by EVERYONE. The owner constantly posted corn on it and the older people of the server posted n/d3s.

But then there was my portion of all this.

UndertaleXAus DM’d me asking for scandalous pictures, anything at all.

And I said no, so they sent a photo of their bloody wrists.

I deleted Discord after that, so did my sister.

And that was seven years ago. I got it back recently, but I hardly use it now.

However, my sister never redownloaded it.

I urge anyone, ANYONE who has had an experience with UndertaleXAus to speak up about it.

I don’t know if they’re still at large or not.

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Light Rain After The Storm

Probable future of something based on what’s happening on OCSN with @sl33pyfr0gt33th ‘s version of Hypershock(FUCKING FANTASTIC BTW)

Incredibles OCs mentioned frfr.

It was raining and Four-Sight was laid on Hypershock’s couch, belly down with her back up. He needed to tend to the holes in her back from those damned wings after all.. She laid there, hair in a messy bun and her lower half covered by the blanket he found randomly.

It was better than nothing.

It was better than still being with Kinesis, that’s for sure.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Hypershock’s timbre cut through her throats, making Four-Sight turn her head to look at him over her shoulder.

She chuckled, “Quiet?” Four-Sight shifted just a hair to make herself more comfortable considering her back feels to be on fire. Her four eyes focused on him, on his messy face, “Hardly.. Just thinking. For the first time in ages, my head isn’t loud.” She closed her eyes, sighing.

Hypershock raised an eyebrow, “It’s not loud? Well, obviously I’m doing something right. Was it the alcohol?” He joked. Always joking.. It seems like he wants to take her mind off the fact she wasn’t in control of her self not even hours ago.

Their silence stretched on, quiet wincing from Four-Sight as Hypershock disinfected her wounds and bandaged them up. She slowly fell asleep, comforted by the presence of the man.

When she woke up, however, she found that one of Hypershock’s shirts were on her body. Four-Sight hummed in confusion, sitting up and looking at the material. She was about to ask him why she had it on, when she noticed him asleep on the floor. Well, not really on the floor, he was kneeling with his head on the couch and arms under his head. Hypershock had stayed awake to watch over her, but it’s clear he couldn’t stay awake for long.

Four-Sight smiled, ruffling his hair, “Damn you..” She pulled him up onto the couch, not about to let him sleep in that uncomfortable position. Her body ached all over, but it was worth it in the end. She got to spend time with Hypershock like this.. Four-Sight pulled the blanket over the two of them, she watched his face for a moment.

He seemed to relaxed, so peaceful. A stark contrast from the whirlwind they went through probably only a day or two ago now.. And then she fell back asleep alongside him. Comforted by the sound of the rain outside.

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Headcanon Log; One:

Something tells me that Scout would have a French accent when he’s pissed..

Like.. He just randomly switches when he’s very, VERY pissed, y’know? Hear me out,

Scout: Hey Doc, have you seen my..

Medic: Ah! Scout. It iz good to see jou!(screams in I hate writing out German accents.)

Scout: Is that my bat..?

Medic: Uh.. Nein?

Scout: Doc.

Medic: Okay fine. It iz.

Scout: *Income extreme French accent* “GOOD GOD! ALL OF YOU ARE THE SAME.”

Medic: *Panicked, reaching for his radio.* “SPY! COME GET JOUR CHILD! HE’Z BEING FRENCH!

Do you see the vision?

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Headcanon log; four:

Medic seems like the type of guy to cosplay doves when people aren’t looking..

No one can tell me otherwise that Medic would wear a dove outfit and then feed Archimedes in it..

Medic: “Nein, Archimedes, nein. You need to eat, meine Schatz!”

Archimedes: *Angry bird refusal noises.*

Medic: “EAT!”

Sniper: *Knocking, not noticing Medic yet.* “Hey Do—…”

Medic: *Slow head turn towards Sniper.* “You didn’t see anything.”

Sniper: “No, no, I’m not judging you for anything mate..” *He took a photo anyways.*

Medic: *Angry noises, t-pose gliding towards Sniper.* “Zeig es jemandem, und ich werde dir den Kopf aufschneiden und deinen Schädel nehmen, Scharfschütze.”(SHOW ANYONE THAT AND I SHALL CUT YOUR HEAD OPEN AND TAKE YOUR SKULL, SNIPER.)

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Headcanon log; two:

Okay, here’s another one since you heathens liked the first one so much..

I feel like sniper is the type of guy to steal things from other people and keep them in his van until they realize it’s missing…

No offense Mr Mundy, but you give me “I’m-a-crow-must-get-shiny” vibes. Like, you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t steal something random and keep it in his van.. under his piss jars. Or something like that.

Engineer: “Hey, Sniper, have you seen my wrench?”

Sniper: *Looks up from the scope of his rifle.* “Huh? Oh, yeah mate, it’s in my van.”

Engineer: “… Why..?”

Sniper: “Stole it from ya ages it ago, surprised you haven’t noticed until now.”

Engineer: “Can I have it back, Sniper?”

Sniper: *Genuinely contemplating giving up his loot..* “Mm… nah.”

Do you get what I mean??

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The Tale of Two Cookies

A CRK AU Fanfic

Chapter 1/?

Dear Diary,

Ever since I was young, I have been jealous of my brother’s attention. It was always, Pure Vanilla this, Pure Vanilla that. Never Pure Milk. I was brushed aside like cookie crumbs. It didn’t help that my brother and I are twins—opposite color schemes, but twins all the same. He’s older than I am, but some days, it doesn’t feel like it. I remember… that one day, Mother and Father brought us into a room and told us something.

“Now, now, Pure Milk, Pure Vanilla. It’s time we tell you something—a prophecy,” our mother said, watching as Vanilla and I clung to each other. We were young. We were stupid. We were naïve.

I was curious—I could see my brother was, too. Father continued, “This prophecy is old, as old as the trees in the Silver Kingdom.” That made me giddy; I loved the Silver Kingdom. It was so pretty! I squealed softly, earning a ruffle of my hair from Father.

“An elder once foretold of two brothers… One yellow, one blue.”

Pure Vanilla and I stared at each other, already guessing that it meant us.

I don’t want to remember the rest of that day. I just remember my brother and me sobbing uncontrollably. He held me in his arms as we cried… That prophecy traumatized us—scarred us for life. But it was how we’d end up in the future.

I think about that day a lot. Not that I have much else to think about. This tree is a prison I don’t want to be in. It’s suffocating, and it doesn’t help that I can hear the four others squirming and crying. I just want them to shut up. I can’t take it anymore. It’s so loud in this damn prison.

Never would I have guessed that the kingdom I adored so much as a young cookie would be the one to hold my jail cell.

It’s so quiet at times, so dark. I can only see the gleams of the others’ Soul Jams. I’m pressed up against what would be the opening. I want out. I want my brother. But I doubt he wants me…

That look on his face when I was locked away said it all. He doesn’t consider me his brother anymore, does he? I wouldn’t. I caused so much trouble, so much harm… I would do it again, sure, but I just want the agony of hearing these brats to stop.

I want to go home.

That’s all for now, Diary. Not that I’m writing this in anything. I can’t see.

Sincerely,

Shadow Milk Cookie