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#IDK SOMETHING ABOUT HIS EXPRESSION MADE ME SOFT OK…
yawnderu · 6 months
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sex pollen!Miguel ohara (axhlex worker) x fem!worker!nerdreader
where reader and miguel were testing an experiment with something,reader.said she needed to use the bathroom,when she come back she saw miguel breathing become more heavy,and saw that the experiment bottle exploded and glass piece on the ground (idk how to explain any scientific at all😭😭) then she ran Up to him and ask if he ok,she was checking his face and body if anything happened,if any wound,but then miguel just look at her like an prey,which made reader feel worry,but she she the feel away,and still ask him if he feeling alright to only get pin on the ground with her arms above her head, dawn 🗯 (the nfsw part cuz I suck ass at writing that😔✊✊)
I love this!! ♡
Sex Pollen — Miguel O'Hara x Reader
CW: Feral!Miguel O'Hara, dubcon, Miguel's claws come out during sex, rough sex, creampie, breeding, mentions of blood, Miguel using your cunt to jerk himself off.
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"And then Hobie said—" You stop dead on your tracks, seeing Miguel's surprised expression as he looks down. You follow his gaze, noticing the shards of the now broken vial you both found inside a villain's HQ to examine it. It was supposed to enhance physical performance and resistance— though it hadn't even been tested yet to ensure what it truly was. And oh boy, you're in for a treat.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" You immediately walk up to him, avoiding the glass shards as you check his body and face for any possible injuries. Miguel doesn't say anything, yet you're there to see his shift. His long fangs are slightly bared, venom dripping down the corners of his lips as his breathing became heavier and sharper. The same red eyes that used to look down at you with patience now look like something else— Miguel looks like a feral beast, ready to pounce on its prey, and how unfortunate for you that is. He takes a step forward and you take a step back. This repeats until your back is almost hitting the wall, your hands going up to his chest to weakly try to make some distance between both of you.
"Hueles delicioso." He mutters in Spanish, not affected by your pathetic attempts to make some distance between both of you. He leans down, getting in your face as he forcefully makes you turn around and gently pushes you against the wall, his breathing hard on the back of your neck as his strong arms wrap around you. You can feel something hard pressing on your back.
"What did you do to me?" His husky voice whispers in your ear, bending his knees as he begins to rub his clothed hardening dick up and down your ass. You're too flustered to speak— the rude and snarky Miguel O'Hara is grinding against you like it's the most normal thing ever. What the hell was in that vial...?
"Miguel, st—" He covers your mouth with his large hand, successfully shutting you up as he manhandles you into the floor, his free hand pinning your arms above your head as he finds solace between your legs, his suit disengaging just enough to have his massive dick out. You can feel it over your stomach, the sheer size of it weighting itself down slightly.
"Cállate." He barked, though his words didn't have much bite on it, tone completely overtaken by his sharp breathing and soft grunts as he kept grinding against you.
"I think... I've heard of this. Some drug that makes your heart go faster and faster until it stops, unless you..." He seemed slightly hesitant to say this, as if he wasn't lowering your pants and underwear with one hand while your legs showed some struggle out of embarrassment. "Unless you cum." He muttered, completely enamored by the sight of your cunt. His suit disengaged on his fingers, immediately playing around your cunt as he looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows.
"Ayúdame, por favor." He asked for permission as if his cock wasn't already lined up to your cunt, moving the tip around it to soak into the wetness. Though you were nervous about this and utterly confused... Miguel was always hot in your eyes, and there had always been some tension between both of you. You nod your head and he responds by spitting into your cunt, soaking his dick with the saliva before he begins to slowly sink into you.
"Dios mío... you're so tight." He's holding hismelf up with his arms while he's on top of you, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he feels your warm pussy swallow him up. It takes all of his self-control to not ram himself balls-deep, knowing your much smaller body couldn't take it. He bit his lip softly, muffled groans coming out of his plump lips as he finally bottomed out.
He gave you a few seconds to recover before he began fucking into you faster and faster, desperate to cum once he was aware on how much his heart rate was going up. If his guess on the drug was correct, he have that much longer before his heart would stop. Your whiny moans were reassuring, though he could barely hear over the sound of his own breathing and his meaty thighs slapping against your ass. He looked down at you with a predatory look, grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing your knees to your chest, hissing at the feeling of your tight cunt.
"Mierda... así." He groaned out, not realizing his claws came out and were digging into your soft thighs. He was far too into his own head to even realize, ignoring the blood trail coming down to your pussy as he simply focused on slamming his dick into you as fast and as hard as he could, using you like you were nothing but a sex-toy he was using to jerk himself off. And quite honestly, that's what you were in that moment. He doesn't want to die.
He pushes your thighs together, holding onto them with his burly arms as his hips start to stutter, demeaning non-sense mixed in with praise in Spanish coming out of his lips as he pushes all the way inside your abused cunt.
"¿Quieres ser una mami?" He asks teasingly, not even waiting for your reply as his cum thick cum spills directly into your fertile womb. He's finally able to take deep breaths and regain his regular breathing after a second, still all the way inside you, keeping the cum in with his half-hard cock.
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callme-darling · 2 months
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Please imagine asking Attorney Vincent Renzi for help after his successful case, begging him to represent you in court and that you're willing to pay with any means he wants just for him to take your case🥺 💦
anon YOUR MIND !!!!!
ok but i can see this being a hidden fantasy of his🫢 like not so much something that he’d genuinely go for in his career, but in the bedroom, as some sort of roleplay? oh my god yes. (please note: this got away from me and i couldn’t stop thinking about vincent being confident and teasing and aidnjsnsjdn)
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any means
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word count: 1.8k
warnings: smut, vincent x fem reader, coercion (?)—not really, but idk what else to call it, dom vincent, whole lotta flirting and teasing (my fav), some thigh riding/grinding, not proofread
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vincent comes home after a successful case—a major one at that, so it’s a huge win for his public image. but for whatever reason, he just can’t seem to relax. maybe it’s from spending the past four months in a near constant state of stress, or maybe it’s the lingering anxiety of the next case, and the next case, and the next case.
whatever it is, it has him sat at the dining table with his head in his hands. his shoulders are tense and you can tell he’s in his head, undoubtedly plagued with overthinking.
you walk up quietly behind him, the house suspended in a tranquil stillness as the hours dip into the late evening. from behind him, you softly place your hands on his shoulders, the lean muscles flexing slightly under your touch. with the diligence of quiet devotion, you work the tightness from his neck and shoulders, fingers soothing the ache before slowly trailing down the front of his chest. you lean more into him, your chest against his shoulders as you bring your lips to his ear. your voice is gentle, a playful lilt in your tone:
“what’s wrong, mon cœur?”
his shoulders rise slightly as he inhales, his palms falling from his face with a sigh. from your angle, you admire as he rubs a hand down his face, his high cheekbones made more prominent as he sucks in his cheeks a bit—a habit that alerted you of his stress.
you wait for him to reply. your hands come back up to massage the nape of his neck, and you can’t help but want to try and find some way to make him feel better.
“i can’t help but think of what’s going to be next. we won this one, but i want to win the next one too, and the one after that, and the one after that…” he sighs again. “i’m tired, but i feel like i should be preparing.”
“for what?”
“i’m not even sure.” he runs a hand through his silver hair, and you catch the way his eyes glow in the dim light of the lamp. “but it feels like a waste to simply sit here and wait.”
you keep your voice soft and your touch even softer as you continue massaging up his neck, your fingers gently combing through the hair at the back of his scalp. “rest and relaxation are part of your job too. you can’t work well if you don’t have balance.”
you watch as he closes his eyes, leaning back slightly into your touch. he has a faint smile on his face.
you quirk a brow, a small grin tugging at the corner of your own lips. “what’s so funny?”
“hm?”
“you’re smiling.”
at that, his smile broadens and you can see the faintest bit of a toothy grin starting to break out. he shifts so that he can bring his arm behind your waist and pull you to stand at his side. vincent turns in his seat to face you, his eyes smiling gently up at you. “i just had a thought, that’s all.”
“what kind of thought?”
“i thought of something that would combine both work and relaxation.”
you tilt your head slightly, an inquisitive expression on your face. “wouldn’t that be counterproductive?”
“you haven’t even heard what it is yet.”
you shake your head a little with a snake roll of your eyes, smile biting at your lips. “okay, fine, what’s this idea of yours?”
you can tell he was proud of whatever it was, from the way his eyes shone and smile was full of confidence. his hand on your waist fell to your hip while his other hand fell to your thigh, his fingers tracing small nonsensical shapes across the skin.
he seemed to pause for a moment, eyes peering into yours with a mischief you hadn’t seen in a few months. the look had your stomach submerged in a pool of heat almost instantly.
his voice was lower now, only by a fraction, but the minute difference meant all that much more to you. “i just thought what it would be like if you were my client.” he watched you as he spoke, undoubtedly noticing the way your thighs twitches under his fingers.
you lick your lips quickly as you gather your thoughts, cheeks beginning to flush as the temperature in the room shifted, but you willed yourself to match his confidence. you stepped even closer into his space, one leg positioned between his as he remained in his chair, eyes glimmering up at you.
“oh? and if i was your client… would you represent me for free then?”
he chuckled, and you had to hold your breath to keep composure. “oh darling, i’m no charity worker. even a pretty girl like you would have to pay.”
your hand is in his hair, playing with a few strands of the soft silver, tugging only a teasing fraction as you speak, “and if i have no money?”
his hands both made their way to the back of your thighs, cupping the skin just below your ass, his fingers lightly gripping the plush skin. “then i suppose you’d have to find another, suitable form of payment.”
you could feel the heat emanating from your core from only a few minutes of flirting, but there was no denying the effect he had on you.
you bring another strand of hair between your fingers, angling his head back slightly as you made a face of rumination, bottom lip pulled gently between your teeth. if you were going to play this game, you were going to play it to make sure he won, no matter the depravity of your words.
“the great attorney vincent renzi…” you bring your face to hover a couple inches above his. “how could i ever get such a great man to support me?..” you let your lips ghost over his.
“flattery would get you nowhere.” you could feel his lips twitch into a smirk as his eyes watched yours intently.
you give him a faux pout, still nose to nose, his grip on your thighs tightening ever so slightly.
“but i would do anything to have the most handsome counselor of france represent my case.”
“anything?”
“anything.” your voice was barely above a whisper, the heat radiating off your entire body was near oppressive. “anything maître vincent renzi wanted.”
“such as?”
the octave of his voice had your brain short circuiting, and it took everything in your willpower not to clench your thighs right in front of him, under his attentive touch.
“if you wanted to touch me, i’d let you touch me anywhere. if you wanted me on my knees, i’d stay there for hours.” you swallow, breath stuttering softly as excitement tingled down your spine. “however and whenever, you’d want to use me, i would let you.”
vincent seemed pleased with that answer. he was leaned back slightly still, his posture slouched a bit as he relaxed more into the chair, his hips closer to your legs as he brought a hand to his mouth as if to strike of pose of mock contemplation.
“is that so… i suppose i may accept such an offer, however…”
you hold your breath. “however?”
he sits up again, his face directly in front of your chest, both hands on the back of your thighs again. he stares up at you, piercing blue eyes silently challenging you. “you don’t seem very convincing.”
you bite back a whine at his damn composure. feeling your neediness build up, you finally say fuck it and take hold of one of his hands from your thigh and bring the palm to your chest. your knee kneels on the chair between his thighs as you lean over him.
the wrist in your palm flexes slightly as he teasingly gropes at your chest, just enough to make you pull your lip between your teeth.
“is this supposed to convince me?”
the cool vibrato of his voice had your thighs clenching together. “please vincent.” you whisper, voice breathy and bordering on a pathetic whine.
he only chuckles, hand gripping onto your breast more firmly as his other hand pulls your waist closer so that you’re straddling his thigh. his touch his mindful now as he deliberately pushes the fabric of your bra aside, his fingers quickly finding your nipple and rubbing it over your shirt.
“tell me, would you really become so desperate as to let me take advantage of you like that?”
maybe it was the way he so easily took control of you, or maybe it was the look in his eyes, or the diligence of his touch, but you knew without a doubt you were not above letting him fuck you for compensation if it would be like this.
“yes,” your answer was breathless, nearly moaning. you felt him flex his thigh under your pussy, “fuck- yes. i’d let you use me just like this.”
you noticed how his chest rose and fall with bated breaths, his hand on your hip slowly encouraging you to rock your hips along his jean clad thigh. as you begin to rock your slick core over his jeans, you felt his words warm against the side of your face, his lips tracing the shell of your ear.
“such a pretty girl like you… who thought you could be so dirty—practically selling your body.” your breath shuddered as he began to trail love bites down the side of your neck. “would you do this for just any kind of services? would you let the mechanic fuck you for free maintenance? or the professor for good grades?”
you grind your aching clit against the muscle of his thigh, whimpering as he bit marks into your sensitive skin. “n-no.. no, only you.”
“only me?” he pulled his face away from your neck and brought a hand to your chin, his fingers holding it as he studied your expression.
his eyes flicked from your half lidded eyes to the flush of your cheeks before finally landing on your bite-swollen lips, blushed a pretty pink from your teeth. the pad of his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, pulling it to the side gently.
“suppose if it’s only for me, i’d accept such an offer.” he pulled your chin so your head was angled down slightly. his eyes met yours again, his pupils blown. “so go ahead and show me what this good girl would do for me in return.”
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hellokittycurtains00 · 3 months
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ok if akaashi had a gf this is the only way i can imagine it starting
when you’re both young, like around when you both started kindergarten your mom got in a bad divorce & you had to leave your home because of it. akaashi’s mom & your mom are best friends & she offers for you to stay with her because she’s also a single mom. so, from kindergarten on, you guys eventually (after the shyness goes away) become best friends. you’re attached at the hip & do everything together all the time.
when you’re a bit older, some other people in your grade tease you or truly think that you & akaashi are in love. you had never thought about it that way. are you in love with him?
the longer you question it, the more flustered you get when you start to see the gestures he does that appear to be quite romantic. (i’m mean come on, he’s a sweetheart.) you try to escape some of your usual activities, like cuddling while watching movies or holding hands on walks & borrowing his clothes and spending alone time with him in general, out of embarrassment. it wasn’t that you hated those things, but you were afraid of your feelings. there’s no way he would like you like that-
“hey, y/n..can i come in?” he knocked at your door on night after a week or so of you practically doing anything to get out of being around him alone.
when you let him in, he sits on the edge of your bed next to you & looks at you with a slightly nervous look.
“are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?” he looked sad at the thought but he knew you very well so he couldn’t understand where these behaviors had come from.
you rapidly shook your head at him & tried to make a dumb excuse. he didn’t seem to believe it & placed a hand on your knee, “you can talk to me, y/n. i’m gonna be here for whatever you need but i can’t help you if you keep..avoiding me.”
you felt horrible that he looked so pained when he spoke the last words of his sentence & you bit your lip. his hand placement made you want to squirm around & your heartbeat began to speed up. you couldn’t take it anymore, the way his eyes bored into you. like he could see your every thought. you eventually caved & confessed that you think you might have feelings for him.
you braced yourself for a harsh rejection but he gave a soft smile. “why would you run away because of that? i’ve always had feelings for you. i just didn’t want to give you the pressure of yk, asking you out or anything. but i’ve loved you for a long time, y/n. so, maybe now would be a good time to ask. would you do me the pleasure of letting me be your boyfriend?” his gentle expression was enough to melt your heart & when you agreed, he brought you in for a hug & kissed you on the head.
idk why but whenever i think of him, i j remember that scenario & i love it sm. it fits him so well.
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insxghtt · 1 year
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any other man — javier peña x reader
She was already getting too used to it, but maybe he just wanted to be like any other man.
warnings: implied smut but nothing explicit, angst i guess, +18
idk what this is ok i have insomnia and this just came out of it. also, english is not my first language so i apologize in advance. tell me if you like it please, leave a comment or something if you want me to continue. i really have no idea if i am good at writing or if this was all just an illusion and in reality i suck at it. idk i am really depressed lately and i am doing mY BEST OK
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She was used to it. Javier called her so many times in the middle of the night, desperate for a warm touch, she even lost the count. They didn’t talk much, but she still knew him better than anyone. Better than him, even.  
Javier was one of her favorite clients. He was kinder than most men, always made sure she felt as much pleasure as he did. He also didn’t just fuck her. The first time he asked her to only sleep with him, she found it so fucking weird, even a bit creepy to be honest. After a while, she understood why. Javier was surrounded by a world that sucked all his energy. He couldn’t give himself the privilege of loving someone for free and put them at risk. 
Still, he was a human. So, she did that for him. She was the only one he didn’t fuck every time he met, and she learned to like it. Sometimes when he was gone for too long, she even missed him. 
Although, she was not used to him being so fucking cold. That night he was different, she realized it from the moment she heard his voice on the phone asking her to come over. Maybe after fucking everything out, he would go back to being the Javi she was used to, but that didn’t happen. 
After he reached the peak of his pleasure, he lay down next to her naked body. She, with a soft smile on her lips, rested her head on his chest. They stayed like that for a few minutes, their bodies still sweaty and hot. She looked at him, waiting for him to ask her to stay. Instead, all she saw was his cold expression. 
“What is it, Javi?”, she whispered. He loved that voice, the accent, the tone, everything about it. 
Yet not even her voice was enough for him to respond. She refused to give up, of course, and started to leave soft kisses on his chest. For a moment, he closed his eyes and tried to forget everything, but things were just not that simple. 
“Stop”, he said while getting away from her and standing up. That was not good. He was not a very healthy man, mentally speaking. He was a fucking DEA agent, damnit. It would honestly be concerning if he was totally okay. 
“Javi...”, she tried to speak, but he was quick to interrupt her by getting out of bed and starting to look for his clothes around the messy room. 
“You should go.” 
She laughed. Not a loud laugh, but a weak and low one, not funny at all. Nothing about that moment was funny. Still, she tried to joke. “So now you’re back to treating me like a whore?” 
“I had a tough day, alright?” 
“So now we’re back to square one because you had a bad day at work?”, she said calmly, still trying to understand. 
Her accent, her fucking accent. He could fall in love with her just by hearing it. Except that this time, the words that came with it were slightly brutal. 
“It wasn’t just a fucking bad day, damnit”, he sighed. 
After finally founding his jeans, he put them on and searched for a cigarette on one of the pockets. After finding one, he reached for the bedside table and took his lighter. 
“You’re home now, baby, you can relax.” 
He lit the cigarette, but not even a long nicotine puff was enough to make him calmer. “Don’t call me baby, you wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for the money.” 
“Well, shit, were you expecting something different? Guess you’re looking in the wrong place”, she laughed sarcastically. “You don’t have to ask twice, alright? I’m just doing my job.” 
He didn’t answer, so she just stood up and faked a smile for him like she would smile for any other man. She got dressed without giving him a single look, just like she would do in the presence of any other man. Most importantly, after getting ready, she turned to him and extended her hand waiting for her payment, just like he was any other man. 
He gave her the money. He always paid her, but why it hurt so much receiving it this time, she did not understand. 
She turned his back on him and walked to the door feeling his stare. 
“I killed a kid today”, his words were enough to make her stop immediately. “Fourteen years old. They told me I did the right thing. It still doesn’t feel right.” 
She didn’t look at him, but she also didn’t move, like she was waiting for him to continue. 
“Ask me to stay”, she whispered loud enough for him to listen, almost like she was begging for him to let her in. 
How could he? How could he do that to her? 
“I can’t.” 
“I’m not asking for you to pay me...” 
“I know.” 
She would’ve, she wanted to. Hell, he wanted it.  
“You know...”, she said turning to look at him again. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing his jeans, no shirt on, the cigarette between his fingers. God, she could stare at him the whole night if he only asked. “Every day I realize more and more how... dumb men are.” 
Javi didn’t interrupt. He continued to pay attention to every single one of her words. Partly because he loved to hear her talking, partly because he didn’t really want her to leave. 
“You build this world... this horrific, terrible and cruel world. With your own rules, with your own ideas, all of it just so you could be the ones to dictate what’s right and what’s wrong”, she had tears in her eyes, but she did not cry. She would never cry in front of him. “And at the end of the day the very same world you invented is the one torturing you.” 
She sighed, swallowing the tears while watching the one man she always thought of as unbreakable, tearing up in front of her. 
“If only you could see the real world behind the one you made up, you’d see that there’s no good or bad”, she gave him a sad smile. “Don’t worry, Javi. None of us are going to heaven.” 
And after she closed the door behind her, he felt the loneliness hit him like never before.  
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mioakem · 7 months
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Ranking all canon gen 1 ships (including nemma and scottney bc of Noah and Courtney)
Gwuncan- ew, i feel like I don’t even have to explain it
Gidgette- honestly I’ve never liked it, they were cute in season one but after that they literally just made out all the time
Scottney- ugh they were fine, like they were kinda cute but also if they wanted to put Courtney with someone after Duncan cheated on her then it should’ve been with Trent bc she’s a petty queen
Gwent- ok they were good in season one but also they were kinda boring? Like idk I was never invested
Ozzy- they had their moments, I’ve grown to like Owen more and more which makes me like ozzy more, idk they’re pretty cute
Coderra- pls pls pls pls pls let me explain for a second 🙏 ok so ik ppl hate them but like….I just have this huge soft spot for crazy girls and idk something abt that one clip at the beginning of roti where she’s wearing his hat and he’s smiling at her is just so adorable and I can’t help but love them
Nemma- putting them as high as I possibly can bc I actually love them together. Idk they just work so well? And it was cute to see noah in love, idk why ppl hate them sm (well I do buttttt) they’re just the best, but sadly I physically can’t put them above the others
Lesharold- ok I’m like…actually a huge Lesharold shipper. They’re just too amazing to resist, like the dynamic? He’s a loser whos head over heals for her and she’s a baddie who he somehow pulled AND they’re in love? Holyyyy shit
Aleheather- words cannot express how much I love Aleheather. They simply are just enemies to lovers, dare I say they are the perfect example of that. Actually scratch that, they’re enemies who love each other, bc even when they started dating the enemy status never left, that’s why they’re this high up.
Duncney- I would like to start this out by saying that this is season 1 duncney. HOLY SHIT THEY ARE JUST THE BEST EVER. I am in love with their whole dynamic. They drive each other crazy, he brings out her wild side while she brings out his soft side. He has the biggest soft spot for her and he pisses her off to no end. Duncney is the most perfect thing on this planet and you cannot take that from my cold dead hands
Lyler- ok even though I’m obv a huge duncney fan I have to admit that lyler is actually my fav ship in the whole damn show. Like idk maybe it’s cause I just love both characters sm but something about them just makes me giggle and kick my feet, like every time I see lyler fan art I get this huge smile on my face bc they’re just so adorable, anyways best td ship, love them sm
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atom-writings · 6 days
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omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH
hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick
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1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons
tw: none!
a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk
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Russia
It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.
"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.
He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.
"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."
"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"
All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.
"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.
"What do you mean?"
Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.
"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.
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"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.
"Yes?"
"You... you have something on- on your face..."
"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.
America
Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.
“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.
“Were you waiting long?”
“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.
”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“
”Ugh! Seriously?“
He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“
”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“
“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“
He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.
He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.
“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”
But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.
“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.
-
“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.
“Got something on your face, man!”
Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.
Canada
No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?
“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.
“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.
”It- It's nothing, really-“
”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.
”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“
How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.
“Thank you, Matthew.”
“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.
“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.
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Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.
While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“
Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.
The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“
You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.
Greece
“But do you have to?”
“Yes.”
“But-”
“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”
“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.
“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.
All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.
“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.
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By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.
When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.
Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.
Japan
Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early. 
“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.
“It is not alright!”
“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.
“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.
You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.
“I must go-”
“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.
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After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.
His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.
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bisexualcage · 3 months
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If it’s not a problem, can I request a fluffy MK1 Johnny Cage x male reader fic where reader suffers from a lot of chronic pain? I suffer a lot from it and I’m just really in need of some comfort from my bbg Johnny. I’d greatly appreciate it if you did do this!
-🦇 anon (idk if this was taken but if not im now bat anon)
(Sorry this took a bit long!! I hope you enjoy ❤️)
A Rising (Fallen) Star ⭐️ | Johnny Cage x Male Reader
Warnings: no warnings, just very damn tooth rotting fluff!
Relationship: Johnny Cage x Male Reader, MLM
An: I didn’t really proof read so rip
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It was nearly 7 pm, Johnny had a busy day but you decided to stay in while he worked. He insisted on staying to pamper you all day but you basically forced him out, he wasn’t gonna miss a directing opportunity because of you. Or at least that’s how you saw it. Every time your chronic pain flared up you felt like hell warmed over, you didn’t want to burden anyone else too much with it and that included Johnny even though he consistently told you otherwise. That didn’t stop him from spamming your phone with texts which you’ve missed in your deep pained slumber.
“Babe, u feeling better? Take ur pain killers. U looked so tired b4 I left”
2:03
“I’m gonna buy u some stuff as soon as
I’m out of this building, I think they like my script idea! Watch out! Director Johnny Cage incoming 😎 no but seriously, u ok?”
4:48
“Hello? Honey???”
5:11
“They accepted my pitch! You’re worrying me. I’m heading over to the pharmacy to pick up some knick knacks for u stud😚”
6:19
Of course, your phone was left accidentally on silent and by the time you read these with guilt on your face you already heard the front door opening and closing, heavy steps approaching your bedroom door. You groan and yawn, sitting up weakly from the bed and rub your sore back. “Ah shit…” you mumbled under your breath.
The door clicks open and you see a worrisome Johnny with bags of stuff hanging from his hands. He takes his shades off as he spots your tired pained figure on the edge of the bed and walks over dropping the bags immediately on the floor.
“Babe, are you okay? You weren’t answering me.” He kneels in front of you and kisses your nose, his eyes so big and soft.
“My back aches so bad. I’m so sorry- as soon as you left I knocked out and-“ you rambled in guilt.
“Shhh, nonsense. Now, do you want me to start a warm bath for you?” He mumbled and caressed your jaw with his hands. “Get those muscles to relax a bit?”
You blush and nod, standing up with a wince.
“Atta boy’.” Johnny smirks and guides you to the bathroom slowly, getting the bath water going immediately.
“I’ll take it from here, okay?” You said softly, you didn’t want him to see you as weak. This has happened one too many times. It was stupid, he insisted that he didn’t see you as a burden and that he liked caring for you when you were in pain yet you just couldn’t stop being stubborn about it.
Johnny made a sigh, looking over you one last time before nodding and then peeping through the open crack of the door one last time, “Shout at me, I’ll be right outside if you need anything okay, honey?” He said tenderly.
The actor had a knowing expression, the way you were trying to act tough all of a sudden and able. You knew that he could see through your facade. When the door closed you started stripping and then submerged yourself in the warm water, you sighed in pleasure as your sore muscles relaxed. About 15 minutes passed while you were soaking in there, you winced in pain as you pulled yourself up from the bath. Carefully leaning over to get a towel, you were practically shaking.
“Christ-“ you sigh tiredly as you rubbed the towel down your torso and legs. Once you were done drying and dressing up, you started to smell something as you made your way towards the kitchen.
Johnny never cooked, not if he could help it.
Oh no. He’s cooking.
“Johnny wh-“
“Don’t worry baby, I ain’t burned the house down yet.” He turned around from the stove to face you, something simmering in a pot. Johnny looked at you up and down in your cozy pajamas and wet hair, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. He started rubbing the back of your wet head as he held you in his arms and talked.
“How was that bath? Warm enough?” He mumbled against your neck with his eyes closed, very at peace to be in your arms.
You grew warm and smile softly for the first time all day, “It was good, very nice.” You whisper, overlooking his shoulder and seeing the food being cooked. “Is that…soup?”
Johnny chuckled and pulled back, “It’s canned soup I got you from the pharmacy. Among other things.”
“Are you sure you’re cooking that-“
“Honey, I ain’t gonna stink up the house like last time I promise. It’s just simple soup I’m warming up for my, baby boy.” He smirks at you and walks over to the soup, turning the stove off.
You grow warm, whenever he called you baby boy he knew it sent you over the moon. He was being purposeful.
“Before you eat…” He looks back at you briefly and starts pouring the hot vegetable soup in to a bowl, your stomach already grumbling, “…I’m gonna give you some pain killers alright? You haven’t drank any right?”
You scratch your head, you could have sworn in your painful delirium earlier that you planned on taking them but you just knocked out immediately. “No I haven’t…damn it.”
Johnny chuckles, walking over to you with the soup in hand and places it on the kitchen island, motioning for you to sit. As you do, he takes out a painkiller bottle and gives you two pills with a glass of water. “Drink BOTH.” He said a bit sternly but with the upmost care in his eyes.
You groan, “Johnny-“
“Don’t Johnny me, I know you hate pills and swallowing them.” He crosses his arms, waiting for you to swallow them.
He was right, you hated them and you always had trouble downing them. But you took a deep breath as he rubbed your arm and swallowed them easily. It’s like his presence alone made things easier.
“Good boy! Woohoo!” He kisses your cheek, “Nothing The Cagester can’t bring out of people.” He jokes and winks at you.
“Alright alright- settle down movie star.” You smirk at him as you start practically downing the soup at a crazy pace. “These are good, no burn flavor.”
Johnny rolls his eyes and watches you eat with a small smile on his face, he was like a hawk. “I know you didn’t eat all day or take your pills.”
You look at him with shyness, “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know honey, I know. I can’t imagine what’s it’s like to hurt all the time. You start to loose the energy to do basic things.” He says with an understanding face, yet he was holding something back. Biting his tongue.
“Johnny, I thank you for all of this. I know it’s not easy sometimes and I sure don’t make them easy.” You say lowly, looking down at your lukewarm soup.
Johnny looks at you with glassy eyes, or maybe that was the dim lights in the kitchen, you couldn’t tell. Nonetheless he swallowed heavily and walked between your legs on the chair you were sitting and placed both of his hands on your cheeks— looking deep in to your tired eyes.
“When I’m with you it’s like I’m a damn lovesick puppy, you make things unbelievably easy for me. I’ve told you before, I don’t care about what you got going on. You’re not a burden-“
“I didn’t say-“
“But you’re thinking it. You’re constantly thinking it. I saw it back in the bathroom. I see it now. And if I need to reassure you a billion times that you’re nothing but a star in my life then I will. I like taking care of you. I like doing these things for you. You’re my guy, you’re my boy.” He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, his eyes filled with nothing but care.
Suddenly, he leans in and crashes his lips on to yours, you’re engulfed by his warmness, his proximity, his love. He shifts his lips softly against yours, taking his time, your noses rubbing against one another. A small grunt leaves your throat and you reciprocate just as passionately. You then both pull back slightly, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath with him. He keeps his arms around your waist, rubbing lightly at your sore back in circular motions.
“Someone’s passionate today…” you chuckle.
“For you? Always. Now eat up. After that you’re gonna lay down for me and we’re gonna try the new heat pad I bought you.” He grins with excitement.
“Another one?! I have like 5 heating pads from you already!” You laugh.
“But this one supposedly has some cotton flex technology that helps muscles or some shit, isn’t that cool?” His eyes are shiny.
“Is this what you decide to buy with your big new director money?” you laugh more with a blush.
“Hey! This big new director got his script approved today. Green lit baby! So more heating pads coming your way.” He says playfully, loving the banter between you both.
“Congratulations!” You say lovingly with a huge smile on your face, “I’m so proud of you ahh.” You squeeze him closer to you.
“Thank you, sweetheart! I told you, that Karate Zombie script was gold- wait a second are you trying to distract me from you eating your soup cause it’s cold now?” He says teasingly.
You snort loudly, clearly being caught a bit. But you were still proud of him regardless.
“Eat the soup! I will feed it through your nose if I gotta!”
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rinadragomir · 3 months
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Ok, I want to start off by saying that I am a fan of all arts and am so appreciative of the time, passion, and work that goes into any kind of content creation.
I am also very particular about when it comes to art. There are mangas, comics, animated works that I have difficulty reading/watching or will not read/watch if I'm not a fan of the art style.
And as an artist I understand that art is subjective and not everyone likes it. Just as I recognize that not everyone likes my particular art style and that's ok. (Not trying to have people come for me like I’m trashing Charlie’s art cuz I am 10000% not.)
Charlie does amazing work and I like it, but it's clear that her style has changed (as most content creators do) since the TLH portraits she did and the pieces that are going in the journal for CC's new kickstarter. I'm a self- taught artist so terminology isn't my best, but her style now is giving semi cartoon realism, but airing on the side of the cartoon more now.
I feel that my unpopular opinion is that I'm not a huge fan of it. I really like the TLH portraits she did of Matthew, James, Christopher, Thomas, ect, but idk there is something about these new portraits in her style that I'm just not liking. Her lines are much sharper now, darker, more profound and it feels like all of the face shapes/ jaw lines are basically the same (and I know I have no room to talk since I draw in an anime style so one could argue all my lines look the same).
and I'm NOT saying that they are carbon copies. Jem clearly looks different from Will down to his eye shape which is amazing and looks great. But idk...maybe part of my disliking is also the inconsistencies? and I'm using that term lightly...but like
Clary's hair looking straight when it's very canonly curly. Alec and Magnus having basically the same haircut... (I’m not the best person to speak on Dru…but CJ’s flower card is different and feels more like how she’s described on the book). The lack of and absence of runes... and I know all of that can be personal preference/stylistic choice. After all, art is subjective and based off of the artist's interpretation (for the most part anyway) but I'm a stickler for details so it bugs me…
And I just liked the softness/ more realism style of the previous portraits Charlie has done for TSC than these newer ones. These new ones are nice and I do like them…just not as much…and there are some that I don’t like at all.
Thanks for reading my ramble 😂 I hope it made sense
Summary: I like Charlie’s work, but am not a huge fan of these new TSC portraits.
BESTIE I'M ABOUT TO CRY😭THE WAY I ASKED YOU MYSELF TO EXPRESS YOUR FEELING IN MY ASKBOX AND THEN FORGOT ABOUT IT
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Okay okay, SO! You're so brave for saying this, LIKE YES WE'RE BEING FED, thank you for the content for our dying fandom, but damn...
Allow me to also start with: WE LOVE YOU CHARLIE, WE JUST LOVE TO COMPLAIN🥺
I can understand Clary's hair, she could have styled them, I understand few runes on James, maybe Cassie didn't clarify that BUT WHAT ABOUT THESE😫the first one looks like a dream and the second one... I'm not sure, it feels like sth is wrong about it but I'm not an artist and I can't say what exactly is off
BUT SOMETHING IS OFF RIGHT?
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One time she nails the character completely and the next time BOOM JUMPSCARE
Is it Cristina? Is it... who's it😳 it can't be Dru
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But also I can't blame Charlie, I mean I also prefer her old style, but I'm mostly confused by Cassie. Like...you paid for the work and had a chance to correct the artist or clarify some details about the characters but...you saw this and went YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR, NO, NO NEED TO FIX ANYTHING IT'S ALREADY PERFECT
Girl—
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twsted-kinks · 7 months
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Ok hear me out! Idk why but I feel like Riddle has a collar kink or like sm with bdsm. He's literally always putting people in collars and GOD I wish it was me!
Can I get reader (w/ praise kink) /Riddle (who likes bdsm) I feel like it'd be really fun!
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Also! Thank you for taking time out of your day (or night) to look at my horny thoughts! I appreciate it! Have a fabulous rest of your day!
>ageless and minors dni<
I usually see Riddle as submissive but the few times I can see him being dominant it's him role-playing and using his collars djsjdhd. I'm gonna include some other bdsm stuff I'm into mostly because I think spankings can be a reward as much as it can be a punishment but you never see it. So I'm gonna write it. Cause I like it.
Riddle x Reader/MC: Collared Rose (NSFW)
Established relationship, Dom Riddle Sub Reader, gender neutral reader (they/them), reader is Yuu
Content Warning: submissive reader/reader in subspace, spanking, praise, ambiguous oral sex, if I missed something let me know
The day is finally over. Two large exams, a mile run, putting out a fire started by Grim, all of it. Finally over. All Yuu wanted in this moment is to be with their boyfriend and just relax, no thinking. When Yuu enter their boyfriend's bedroom, Riddle greets them with a small smile that quickly turns into a worried expression when they flop onto his bed, not even bothering to take off their bag.
"Are you alright, my rose?" Riddle asks as he sets down his book.
"Yeah, just tired." Yuu grumbles into the bed sheets and then flips over. "Had a lot of big things today, but hey, I got it done. Thanks again for helpingme study. I don't think I got a 100, but I think I did decent enough to not bring my current grades down in those classes."
"And you should feel proud of that. For someone who knew nothing about this world earlier this year, you've made a lot of progress." Riddle stands, walks over to Yuu, and sits on the bed next to them.
Yuu sits up and leans against Riddle, resting their head on his shoulder. "I've been good today, right?"
"Yes." Riddle kisses the top of their hair. "You've done well."
"Can I... Can I get a reward?"
Riddle smiles. "Yes, you may. You've been very good, so you can choose. What would you like, my love?"
Yuu mumbles into his shoulder.
"Can you repeat that? I didn't hear you."
"I want the collar and riding crop."
"Alright, you go ahead and get undressed while I get the crop." Riddle kisses Yuu's head again before getting up.
Yuu quickly undresses, folding all of their clothes and setting them to the side, and crawls onto Riddle's bed. They sit on their knees and wait. After some time, Riddle walks back, crop in hand, and stands in front of Yuu.
"We'll be using the light system for safe words. Do you remember what each color means?" Riddle asks.
Yuu answers readily. "Green means all good. Yellow means caution and we need to check in. Red means stop everything."
"Good." Riddle reaches out and cups Yuu's face. "Are you ready, my rose?"
"Yes, my queen. Please, I- I've been good. Will you please reward me?"
"Of course." Riddle leans down, lips gently meeting Yuu's. He pulls away and whispers, "Off with her head."
In a short flash, a cold metal collar hangs on Yuu's neck. They bite their lip, trying to soften their moan, as their thighs press together.
"You've been so good. A wonderful example." Riddle kisses Yuu again. "Lean over the bed. I'll give you your reward."
Yuu eagerly shifts, moving their hips off the side of the bed with their feet to the floor. Riddle moves off of the bed and pauses, admiring the view in front of him. He reaches down and caresses the flesh of Yuu's ass, squeezing the soft fat.
"You're so beautiful." Riddle steps back and slaps the crop into his hand, making Yuu jump a bit at the sound. Slowly, Riddle runs the edge of the riding crop up along Yuu's thigh. "Perfect in your own imperfection." Riddle pauses as the end of the crop near's Yuu's core. Yuu's thighs squeeze together.
"Open your legs. I want to see all of you, all of my beautiful rose." Riddle commands.
Yuu does as they're told and is rewarded with a hard smack across their ass. They moan as their knees buckle.
"Was that hard enough?" Riddle asks.
"Yes- Fuck yes." Yuu begins to pant. "Green. So fucking green."
"Alright then. Count each one for me."
Riddle spanks Yuu again and again with the crop. Each time they moan, they squirm, as they try to count each hit. Their ass gets redder and redder, more and marks being added.
"R-Riddle, please."
"Ah? What are you meant to call me."
"My Queen."
"Good." Riddle carasses Yuu's ass again. "Now tell me what you want, my rose."
"May I cum, My Queen?"
"Of course, my rose." Riddle kneels down. "Spread yourself for me." Yuu does as they're told, reaching behind them and revealing their core even more. Riddle sees their hold pulse in anticipation, his breath already making them moan. Riddle leans in and kisses their hole before running his tongue along it. He groans as he dips his tongue into Yuu as his hand moves to Yuu's clit/cock and slowly begins to stroke it.
"Fuck, Riddle- My Queen. Faster, please!" Yuu moans as they push their hips back. Riddle complies, quickening his tongue and hand, as Yuu's breathing becomes more and more ragged. Yuu is practically humping his face as their legs shake below them. Finally, with a loud moan, Yuu's hole squeezes around Riddle's tongue as their clit/cock pulses in his fingers. Their fluids drench the bedding below them.
"Such a beautiful rose." Riddle pulls his face away before giving Yuu's hole another kiss. "My beautiful rose."
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k4katsujin · 10 months
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a lonely night (miguel ohara x gn!reader)
‼️ consider this as the second part of the series‼️
disclaimer: it's still an ongoing series and i'll organize it when i will have written more episodes though i don't like the idea of a timeline bc it's like one shots and 🧍🏻‍♀️ idfk bro i js specified for clarity
this is the very first part of my lonely series! idk if i will make this series a miguel x reader only but :> even made my own tag 🦦
part two/one here !
also you don't need to read all the stories to like understand the plot they're js one shots and a good way to cope w my crippling loneliness (this is actually a call for help /srs
Warning: implied suicide (not really because it’s a cliffhanger but it may be triggering to some people idk so I’m still putting a warning.)
Also I’m not really sure abt the “don’t put words in my mouth” bc I’m not a native speaker but in case it isn’t clear I meant that reader basically said “don’t make me say what I didn’t say”
Also 2 there is no mention of gender bc I’m trying my best to like write for my fellow enby pals but jk reader will be fem bodied.
Also 3 I’m asking this once again but please reblog this if you liked it it helps small writers a lot please and fank yew
Also 4 BIG THANKS TO DEEPL WRITE FOR PROOFREADING THIS WHEN I WAS LAZY TO IT MYSELF some AIs need their ass ate fr
(ignore the random ass banner lmao)
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You were chilling on a rooftop before you felt a familiar presence.
-What are you doing up this late, carino? Asked the voice.
You didn’t know why neither how, but somehow you instantly knew it was him.
The one who was known to save every universe despite everything.
He sure was a good leader, sometimes he was mean, but it was all for the sake of the many universes he had to protect.
He was a good leader for sure, but a good lover? There’s no way you could count on that.
You loved him very much and you know how painful it was for him to show any kind of affection, but tonight you had too much of holding everything inside.
He put his hands on your waist, sneaking a kiss on your lips before sitting next to you, both your legs dangling in the shining lights of the city.
The weather was cold for a beginning of summer, but it was nothing compared to the cold residing in your heart.
Your relationship was bound to come to an end, and you were here for this end to come.
-Is something wrong my love? Miguel hastened to ask when he noticed your expression was off.
-Do you truly love me? You asked, ignoring his question.
He stiffened at the hearing of your question.
-Of course, why wouldn’t I? he asked worried.
-Listen. I’m going to be straightforward with you. I’m pregnant. And I want the baby to have both parents when they grow up. And I think, with both of us being heroes, this won’t work. Don’t put words in my mouth, I do love you with all my heart and you know it. But I can’t do it anymore. (tears start falling on your cheeks but you continue anyway:)  I am grateful for all the things we lived but I think our relationship is meant to end anyway. I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
You stood at the edge of the building and disappeared in a snap.
-Goodbye, Miguel.
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You woke up in a hurry, instinctively looking for your husband.
-Is everything ok, my love? Miguel was quick to ask. (he put a hand on your forehead) did you catch a cold or something? You seem to have a fever.
-I’m okay don’t worry! You say with a frank smile. I just had a nightmare but nothing to worry about I promise.
-Mm. If you say so, he said with a tint of doubt in his voice. I’ll stay in bed with you just in case something happens, ok?
Without waiting for your response, he forcefully got into your bed, which made you move.
You inevitably fell into your husband’s arms as he put his arm on your shoulder with your head on his chest, feeling his soft breathing and hearing his heartbeat.
Despite everything, the work he had, the countless nights you spent waiting for him to return home, even wondering if he ever would, the arguments, you were in love with him. And it even if it was hard, he and him only was the one you decided to love.
And that was beautiful.
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bakubunny · 3 months
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Sharing with the class :)
CW: Virginity loss?? If that even needs a CW??
Ok so you mentioned inexperienced Joe and Cherry which got my mind kinda runnin—
I feel like Joe was the guy who, when he was way younger, tried to make it seem like he knew what he was doing because he wanted to seem hot and confident but as soon as the girl he was getting steamy with sat on his lap for the first time, his body instantly went rigid. She asked if he was ok and he said yeah but eventually with a little coaxing and reassurance she finally got him to admit that he had no clue what to do. Either that or when he was young, the only knowledge he had was from p*rn. So he thought he knew what to do but was eventually extremely humbled by the first few girls he was with going "Bro no— what the fuck are you doing." LMFAO idk I can't get it out of my head that before Joe was actually good at flirting and sex he was just a total moron who was either way overconfident in his knowledge or wanted to seem that way. He eventually grew more braincells and made up for it tho :)
Cherry on the other hand strikes me as the type that actually had a decent amount of good knowledge from different locations, but kind of saw sex as pointless since he was more focused on getting a good career. I think I remember Neon talking about a HC that she had that Cherry was the one who lost his V-card first before Joe, so I'm gonna add onto that and say he did it one night specifically because he wanted to piss Joe off LMFAO. He eventually grows to let loose a little bit and let himself have fun sometimes.
But that whole thing also got me thinking about how they would be if either of them were your first time.
For Joe, he thinks you're absolutely adorable. So cute, so shy, so pliant. He knows how scary it can be to be that intimate with someone for the first time so he'd probably tell you to, "Tell me what you want me to do, Babydoll.~" to give you a sense of control in the situation so you'd maybe feel a bit more at ease. You'd be too shy to say it out loud, either that or your head would be spinning due to everything you're feeling to the point where you can't talk. I can imagine him teasing you a little bit. He clicks his tongue sympathetically, "Awwwh, poor baby... don't be shy, Princess. M'not gonna bite... but if you want me to you gotta tell me, right?" He would probably soothingly rub circles into your hip while coaxing you into being more bold, talking in a voice dripping in liquid sugar. Eventually if you're too shy I can see him dipping down and letting you whisper it in his ear. He'd probably say whatever you said back to you, overly loud with the most smug expression on his face as he watches you curl in on yourself in an attempt to hide your face.
I'm not too sure about Cherry on the other hand. Tbh he kinda strikes me as the type to not wanna be someone's first time, mainly if it's like a one n done situation. He'd probably be way sweeter with a partner but I'm not too sure about specifics. You might have a different opinion or something to add so if you choose to then go off bro :)
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side note: i don’t know that virginity loss needs a cw, but i definitely appreciate it. 🖤 it’s something i generally (not always) shy away from for a variety of reasons, so i personally make sure to mention it in tags.
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miz, i love all of this. thank you for sharing. 😭
i agree on inexperienced kojiro… he wanted to seem like he knew what he was doing, but quickly got humbled by a few (nice) girls who taught him better. as much as he appears like he’s a little too cocky, i don’t see him as being that way intimately until he knows what he’s doing. young kojiro and kojiro in general has a softness to him despite his cockiness and i think he’d freeze up.
same thing with kaoru, i agree with your thought process. i feel like maybe he’d do it to piss kojiro off or maybe just because he wanted to and kojiro was pissy that it happened for kaoru first. 💀
good grief, another hard hitter bc kojiro is both the best and worst person to be your first. 😵‍💫 he’s exactly as you described, so sugary sweet but also making you wish you didn’t exist. i have a hc that kojiro does that to most people he’s with. a lot of them act confident and get shy when they’re alone with him - and he loves it. he’s the type that loves flustering whoever he’s intimate with because it turns him on to see that look of watching someone’s thoughts fizzle out and restart. the only exceptions to the “flustered by pretty boy joe in private” hc are the people like him with enough cockiness to throw back the same energy he gives lmao. for this reason, i’m submitting the hc to you that kojiro loves begging and dumbification more than the average person. it’s the whole process of watching someone go from confident to flustered and shy to begging for the thing they didn’t want to admit or completely fucked stupid that he really loves.
i think i’m not alone when i say that i don’t think kaoru is necessarily a one night stand kind of person in general, though he has done it. like kaoru pulls just as much as kojiro does, but he doesn’t go for flings often. imo kaoru isn’t that experienced, he’s just… not stupid or clueless about sex.
and i think you’re right - he’s not one to want to be someone’s first as a one time thing because he wants it to be something special for them, perhaps because it wasn’t for him. some of it also has to do with him fearing you’ll get too attached if you’re not already in a long term relationship; in that regard i almost think he’d put sex off until after “i love you”s are said for the first time with someone who’s never had sex. he spent a long time without sex before you, so he’s not bothered by waiting now.
with that said, kaoru’s not gonna say i love you first or easily, so reader might actually be the one getting impatient to have sex or think that he’s disinterested or even unnattracted to them. he’s not either of those things, he just wants you to be sure, and he doesn’t want to hurt someone he cares for. and if you believe for one second that it’s because he doesn’t want you, he’s more than ready to show you otherwise. but with kaoru, intimacy doesn’t really go past making out, grinding, and heavy petting until he’s ready to take on the risk of you getting attached.
bonus hcs: kaoru thinks it’s really cute to make you cum while you grind on his leg with your clothes on. he pushes your hips into him to encourage you and showers you with praise if you’re nervous. to him, it’s endearing as much as it is attractive. he’s the type to not rush and make sure you actually get off your first time. i think you’re right, he’s much sweeter than kojiro… but he’s still gotta tease you and make you at least a little flustered your first time. after that all bets are off; he’s gonna tease you a ton because it’s cute.
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minkkumaz · 9 months
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Ok hi wow I was supposed to ask for some sunoo hcs (as your bf) but like..I have a bnd req now too !! I was wondering if you could write smth for woonhak where he confesses to yn, right? and then yn rejects him bc of some issues she has w herself idk…but dont get me wrong she does like him! so now what is woonhak left to do ? (ofc they still end up together < 33) (like maybe it could be a mini smau..if you could but it could also just be a nice little fic or smth) this is what i was thinking abt when i saw the heartbreak girl fic you were working on 😭 i wonder what woonhak would feel after that rejection yk? how would it affect his seemingly happy and cheery personality ? (also im so sorry if this is long atp im rambling but if youre too busy a few sunoo hcs would be just fine)
REJECT ME SO I CAN MOVE ON
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rejecting your best friend woonhak was quite literally one of the most difficult and complicated thing in your life. you loved him, but there were so many personal obstacles in the way.
PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 0.7k TAGS adults dni. friends to lovers. slight angst. fluff. reader needs to fix herself but woonhak comes to the resue. readers problems aren't specifically mentioned. OMI NOTE oh my goshness i'm so sorry this request is very long overdue, i've been so busy. i hope this is okay though lovey.
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after he told you those special words, confessing his undying love to you and how much he cared, you didn’t know what to say. woonhak was your best friend in the entire solar system. even alien marshians couldn’t have a relationship as close as what the two of you have.
which is why it was even harder to let him down like this. it was impossible for you to give him the love he deserved when you had so much shit going on in your head. the situation made tears sting your eyes, as you had to watch his loving face drop to an unreadable expression.
this was a roadblock in your friendship, because even after you tried to get things to go back to normal, he couldn’t face you quite the same.
you figured it was about time to have a conversation with him about what has been bothering you, but it makes you sick to even think about. because even if you told him, he might not understand.
it made you feel even more selfish when jaehyun had to ask you what happened between you guys, and why woonhak hasn’t come out of his room for some time. how his normally bright and cheery demeanor was suddenly cold and distant.
this made you realize that you had to talk to him about things. to clear it up and make it right. you were sick and tired of letting him believe you weren’t also madly in love with him.
taesan snuck you into their dorms late at night, there was a soft glow from the cracks of woonhak’s door that shown down the hall. you thanked him profusely before making your way to his room and knocking on the door.
“jaehyun leave the food at the door.” he groaned out.
“woon it’s me, y/n. let me in please?” you found yourself almost begging,  hoping he’d open for you.
a short silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the doorknob unlocking. you opened the door and followed in behind him. he looked tired, his eye bags more prominent and hair just slightly messier. if the thought of him ruining himself over your rejection broke your heart, this sight shattered it.
“do you need something? it’s kinda late you usually don’t come over until the day.” he mumbles.
“we need to talk about this. talk about us..” 
“there’s nothing wrong with us y/n, we’re best friends remember?” he tried to reassure you.
“that’s the problem woon, i hate seeing you like this knowing that you have feelings for me and–”
“it’s over y/n, just let it go.” he interrupts, falling backwards into the comfort of his bed. you lay next to him and stare up at the ceiling.
“i hate seeing you know you have feelings for me and i like you too, but there’s so much shit going on in my life that i don’t think you deserve to deal with that.” you exhale, feeling a weight be lifted off of your shoulders. theres a dip in the mattress when woonhak quickly gets up to lean on his arm.
“wait you like me back?”
“i might’ve loved you for longer than you’ve loved me, woon. it killed me to reject you but i knew i had to.”
“y/n.. you know how much i care about you, i’d do anything to help you.” his gaze softened at your eyes visibly starting to tear up.
“it’s so hard woon, i can’t do it by myself but you already have so much on your plate.” you sniff, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.
“you mean the most to me y/n. even if we stayed friends, i wouldn’t be able to see you hurting like this and not break my back trying to help you.” you giggled at his comment.
he took his hand to wipe the tears that fell from your face, you whispered a small ‘thank you.’
“let me take you on a date. maybe we can forget about all these hard things together? and even if things get more difficult i’m right here with you.”
“thank you.. i’m sorry i made things so hard for you. you look like shit.” you joke between stuffy nosed laughs.
“don’t forget you made me look like shit, how was i ever supposed to stop loving you?” he pouts.
“trick question, you were never supposed to stop. because i love you too.” 
“i didn’t want to make an effort to try the impossible anyways.” woonhak smiled at you, fixing the hair that clung to the wet patches on your face before kissing your tears away, “let’s feel better together, yeah?”
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fourstarsoutofnine · 9 months
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Hi hi! Since requests are open i wanted to request a short fic about reader helping Four take care care of his hair, like he doesn't really bother with it too much but reader insists he takes better care of it because it's so pretty, so Four allows them to do what they deem necessary
Have a nice day and thank you in advance ^^
A/N:Omg this is so cute I love this. I went with a pre-established relationship for this one, hope that’s ok! Also sorry this took so long, and to the other requests that are taking a while—I’ve been renovating my bedroom completely and it’s taking a while😅thanks for being patient with me <3
Four w/ an s/o who helps him take care of his hair <3
Warnings:none. Just established relationship, four being soft and incredibly in love and smitten. Four’s nickname for you is “dove” bc idk I just love it.
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The smith never really cared about his hair much. It just wasn’t something he deemed important to take much care of. It was mostly a nuisance if anything, but he liked the way it looked long so he kept it. But if you ask how he goes about taking care of it? Don’t get him to lying. He doesn’t. Well… didn’t until you came along. You—wonderful you. You became his constant, and his reminder to take care of himself. His hair, however, was something you never saw receiving the same amount of care he gave his body, and the brilliant weapons he worked on. You weren’t going to let that continue, so you marched right up to him. “Smithy?”
He looked up at you and smiled. “Yes, dove?” His expression was full of nothing but love and admiration. It honestly made your stomach turn flips. You smiled back and bent down a bit, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “I’ve noticed something.” You crouched down to meet his sitting level.
“What’s that?” He set his work aside to give you his full attention.
“I’ve noticed you don’t really give the same care to your hair as you do to taking care of yourself and I want to do something about it. Your hair is far too beautiful to let it not be cared for.” You stated simply like it was something as casual as a hello and not a profoundly beautiful way to say I love you and care about you without actually saying that. His face and ears flushed a touch red as he processed that and you continued. “I’d like to help with it—if you’d let me… I may not know everything about hair care and we may be out in the middle of Hyrule with no civilization for miles, but I can trim it and fix the split ends, and I’m sure at least the captain has some shampoo and conditioner.” You say with a laugh, and he looks down with a dopey smile.
“That’s…very kind of you…” he said, his voice laced with love and a softness you rarely get to see from him—one that only emerges during the nights you’re both awake and everyone else lies sleeping. “I would appreciate that very much, actually…” he looks back up to you with the same soft smile. “Thank you, dove…”
You respond with a kiss to his cheek and help him up. You spent the rest of the day caring for his hair—which consisted of a fun adventure with the river down the hill(it ended up being freezing and the both of you ended up in it and soaked your only other set of clothes, but his hair was washed!) and you trimmed his split ends, then you showed him how to fix his hair up out of his face so it wouldn’t bother him. Taking care of his hair became something you both did, and a surefire way to get to spend time together, so it’s officially become something he loves to do. And his hair has never felt softer!
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cythena · 2 years
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maybe i’m better
pairing: diluc ragnivindr x gn!reader
prompt: diluc never enjoyed receiving oral until his best friend decides to try it out
cw/tw: smut, oral (m receiving), idk what else
@iamnotgayiamstraight made me write this but this was supposed to be itachi not diluc
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you stared into diluc’s dark eyes as he glanced down at you. “that’s the topic you want to discuss? if you insist,” he closed his eyes and leaned into the headboard. you smirked, waiting for his answer to a very personal question you decided to ask.
“she insisted on...giving me...” he paused mid sentence before looking back down. he waited for you to get the hint at what he was saying.
“oh,” you sat up from his lap. “she was just shit at giving head? that’s it?”
“no, not entirely at least. it’s just not something i’ve enjoyed, especially when it’s messy.”
you looked away to avoid his gaze. he hummed at your lack of response, his eyebrow now quirked and one eye open. you brought your thumb to your lips, pressing the pad against the tip of your tongue.
“well what if i showed you? i don’t know and you can really see how you feel about it. a lot of guys like it so maybe you’ll like it too. if you’d be ok with that.”
there was silent moment in the room. you wished you never suggested it. you could feel diluc’s stare set your skin on fire. at the same time, you pressed your thigh together at the thought of him accepting your offer. truthfully, you’d always seen diluc in such a way.
“of course, i’m willing to let you try.”
you gasped lightly. diluc’s body relaxed. he moved his hands always from his lap. your skin burned once you set eyes on his viable bulge through his loose sweatpants. you pressed your palm on his thigh, rubbing slowly back and forth. he watched you move the entire time.
none of the others took their time like you did. he found it adorable how you were obviously holding back. he was too. he was so excited to see how you take care of him.
your soft fingers on one hand wrapped around his cock while the other finished pulling down his clothing. you stroked him a couple of times. your eyes ran up and down each detail. his cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, long, slightly flushed, and a few veins around. you propped yourself onto your elbows as you leaned down.
you latched your lips onto the side, your hand resting at the base. diluc took a sharp inhale at the contact but it soon faded to a deep chuckle. you looked up at him as your head moved up and down. you circled your thumb before letting your entire hand follow your mouth’s movements.
maroon fabric of diluc’s bedsheets scrunched underneath his fingers. his shoulders tensed up. your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. you swirled your tongue around and let out a cute giggle as you made eye contact with him. he smirked at your usual teasing behavior. his hand ran down your back and underneath your shirt.
he was awfully quite but although you could see him enjoying himself, you wanted to hear him. he could say anything. he could call you perfect and let you know how good you made him feel. or he could do the opposite. either way, just hearing his velvety voice was all you needed.
your thumb and index fell back to the base of his cock. you made sure your eyes never left his. you inched his entire length into your mouth. each time, you pumped your fingers a little less. diluc tensed again until you dropped your mouth fully around him. he couldn’t see your deep eyes any more. you groaned and leaned against the headboard. one hand played with your hair, locks captured between his fingers. he couldn’t help but put a little bit of pressure, keeping your down and slowing your rise off of him. you let out a small giggle.
“oh- my...y/n,” he moaned out as his eyes shut. his cheeks darkened. you giggled, titling your head up to look at him. you pulled off of him. he mumbled something about you stopping. you quickly moved up to place a kiss on the lips of his dazed expression before dropping back down. you stroked him until you felt a warm droplet of cum hit your cheek. you grinned and continued your movements even faster. with another low moan and mutter of your name he finished. his cum dripped down your face and onto his bed sheets.
diluc sighed. he covered his face with his hand out of sheer embarrassment. you crawled back up and straddled his lap. you cocked your head as your removed his hands from his face. “would you wanna try again? or maybe something else?” you smiled as diluc’s arms wrapped around your waist. hm, maybe you were better but he would have to test you out in all categories right?
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helluvapurf · 4 months
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Out of curiosity, what are your Top 10 Fave HB ships overall?❤️‍🔥
My "overall" top 10 faves? ...Hmmmmm-
Honestly a lil tricky 'cause alot of my main HB ships rn aren't exactly "canon" (save for like, one or two lol), and I do like to multi-ship alot as well depending on my mood. Sooo if I had to name just the top ships currently in my head rn (even if its not a full 10 list), here ya go!
Fizz x Ozzie Beautifully lustful bfs not afraid to be doofuses together whilst always lifting the other up when they're down... honestly, what more can one ask for in a Hell-ranked power couple?~ 💞🔥 If they ever made a spin-off for Fizzarolli, I’d SO be down for that if it means more Fizzmodeus duets~ 😍
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Blitz x Fizz -Biiiit of a controversial one I know, since ofc Fizzarolli is in a relationship rn/Blitz having his own issues wouldn't spell too much success for a romance atm... but like, ughhh I can't help it they're SO good, man T-T 💕 Like, two torn-apart childhood friends who grow up into a petty rivalry, sassing eachother out whilst learning to work together in danger, hashing out their feelings enough to forgive (whilst taking it slow friendship-wise) BUT also having Blitz stand his ground to protect Fizz at the Mammon event?
...Honestly, if it weren't for Fizzmodeus (+Stol*itz) existing, these two would THE perfect endgame, fr~ 👏👏
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Loona x Bee "Peppy x Moody" aesthetics are always a huge soft spot for me in ships, so I couldn't help getting drawn to these gals maybe being more than just "pals" lol ;p
Esp with the potential of Bee not being afraid to call out Loona on her crap (unlike most others who deal with her lol), Loona lowkey finding Bee attractive & super cool (despite still being a lil jealous over her Tex crush), and knowing how intuitive Bee is as a whole... I feel like she'd be the best influence to soften up Loona to get her to express herself & have fun~💖
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Bee x Tex Prob my fave (canon) hetero pair atm, I think these two are pretty lovely on their own accord too~ :3 Surprisingly subtle with their affections compared to other couples... but you can still tell how much they fit well given their laidback natures, abilities to "read" people (like Blitz when he got too drunk), and just overall care for eachother in that bit after Bee shrank down to size. Really curious of how they got together ngl (esp given how Hellhounds are pretty low in the hierarchy system as-is), I think it'd be pretty fun to read about~ 🥰
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Blitz x Striker Ahhh yes, def a classic in terms of the alternate Blitz ships out there (though I guess not as popular these days, given Striker's current writing .w.; ). From how much they oozed chemistry from their first meeting, Blitz's respect for Striker's skill almost giving them good coworker potential, their similar insecurities/frustrations with Hell's hierarchy system (even with Striker going a more "corrupt" route with it in later appearances... the fact that even he declares that Blitz deserved "better" than how Stolas' treats of him speaks volumes ngl-). Like, there's SO much potential imho; whether its a slowburn-redemption pair, an "flirting-on-opposing sides" pair, a "come to the dark side- we have cookies~" pair... the possibilities are endless~ 👀❤️
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Blitz x Mrs. Mayberry
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-Ok, now this one's proooobably the least popular overall of the Blitz ships out there... but idk, just thought it'd be a cute idea the more I thought about it lol .3.
Blitz may be a goofy lil jerk, but he's clearly a devoted family man at heart whenever you see him with his loved ones (Loona, Fizz, occasionally M&M, etc.). And with Mayberry having that strong desire for a family (despite how she was cheated/unfairly-bashed on after her death), I feel like she'd lowkey be a sweet influence to balance Blitz's chaotic nature (whilst he'd be able to make her laugh/bring "excitement" to her current life in Hell). Idk, just something light & cute like that, yknow? :3 💜
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sparklingpax · 1 year
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“Don’t be scared” with Optimus saying it to someone please
From this!! (Requests still open actually....^^'')
HIIII ok ok so, I'm not exactly sure if this was what you were looking for, but after ages of thinking and contemplating ideas, this popped into my head all of a sudden!! So....I hope you enjoy???
And of course, I am deeply sorry for the wait..............idk if it's even good at all *sobs* but I enjoyed writing it in the sense that it was like...something I needed to write. Something meaningful to me. So...yea.
-Set in canon
-there are DEFINITELY typos and weird stuff like that.....I'm really really sorry 😭 I'll see it at a later date when I do a read-through editing session days from now I bet 💀 anyways yea.
-We definitely needed more moments of Optimus interacting with the kids. He definitely would be like a gentle, comforting, fatherly figure idk
-Also touching on the HC I have & love, that the kids all think of the base as their home more than where they actually live.
....enjoy...?
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Miko flicked a pencil to the edge of her desk, then back again, staring off into the distance. In front of her, one kid was passed out and snoring, and another two were trying to have a conversation made entirely of discrete (not really) gestures and facial expressions. The elderly teacher overseeing them was hidden behind a huge newspaper, and Miko wondered if, after this past half hour, he was even awake anymore. 
Bulkhead’s like, apparently too busy to come get me, so…I’m stuck here. 
The multiple calls she tried to make behind her physics textbook had all gone to voicemail, so she could only guess he was out on a mission or something at the moment. She sighed and abruptly swiped up the pencil, switching to tapping its point on the desk as she let her mind drift to other things. 
Like how boring detention already was, and how it was somehow even worse when she actually sat the full duration of it. 
It’s not fair! It’s not like I committed a crime–I even did the damn vocab test! What else do they want?!  
Another huff and she folded her arms, leaving the pencil alone on the desk. 
She could guess the teacher probably hadn’t appreciated her artistic endeavors on the back. Sure, it was a unflattering depiction of half the teacher in the school in unfortunate situations, but it was still funny, quite well-drawn, and deserved! 
A loud snore and the sound of folding paper sounded from the teacher’s desk. 
Is he…? 
Miko looked up at the teacher’s desk to see their overseer was in fact, dead to the world at present. His paper hung limply from his hand, jaw open just a little. 
Who wouldn’t be bored in a place like this? 
The other kids seemed not to notice or care, only one briefly blinking up at Miko, then putting their head down again. It didn’t matter if they shouted anyway, cause Miko made her way out quick. Grinning, backpack strap in hand, she slipped out into the hallways, and promptly bolted. 
As she jogged down the front stairs and into the sidewalk, she was glad to find no one in sight. With a triumphant laugh, she nodded to herself and resolved to simply hang around town until someone returned her calls. 
It couldn’t be too long, right? 
That meant her only job now was to keep busy until then. No biggie! She knew the town, had a couple dollars. 
It was about dinner time, anyway. 
Maybe Jack’s working his shift at that K.O. Burger place! I’ll go bother him while I get dinner, she thought, smirking. 
She turned and practically skipped down the sidewalk. 
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‘The number you have dialed is not currently in–’
Miko jammed the ‘end call’ button with her thumb, swallowing. 
The sky was no longer a pinkish blue hued with orangey glow, but now a thick tarp of navy and black. The moon was not out tonight, and everything was closed. 
As she exhaled, Miko's breath formed soft white shapes in front of her face, before delicately drifting up and fading.
“Eighth time,” she muttered, huffing sharply. “Pick up, dammit.”
It was something of a mix of both frustration and apprehension stiffening her motion. She felt her heart pounding louder and louder with every passing moment, her mind just barely keeping itself at bay. 
Deep breaths. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out, in…..
He’s not coming. He’s not picking up. Bulkhead forgot. He…
No, he couldn’t. That was irrational. 
She started to shift weight from one side to the other, staring at her phone, then the open road in front of her. Miko opened her phone again, thumb hovering over the keypad for a moment before her hand fell to her side and she thrust her gaze to the barren sky above. She tried again to breathe deeply. 
He’s busy. They’re busy.  
She slid it into her coat pocket, but kept her hand in the pocket, gripping the device. Somehow, that seemed to calm her nerves a small amount. The jitters making her movements so sudden seemed to lift, only by a little. Uneasiness still hovered its fingers around her, as if to strike again when she least expected it.
It’s only 2 am. I can manage. Why do I care?
The sound of a voice shouting in the distance followed by a loud clang gave uneasiness its chance almost instantly. 
With a groan, Miko felt her bones ache with fear and her breath grew so short her stomach started to hurt. Dreading the loss of her cheap but delicious dinner, she backed away from the road and leaned against the brick wall of some antique shop before sinking to a crouch. 
She found herself trying to keep a relatively flat look on her face, as if aiming to maintain some composure. 
But she was alone. Why did it matter how she looked? 
Her situation wasn’t impossible—probably a lack of communication on different accounts; Jack hadn’t been at the burger place, so he was probably busy somewhere. She was supposed to go home with her host family after detention, but…well, that was the past. And now, no one would pick up, not even let her leave a message. 
What if something had happened? And then, what would it be? 
Calm down, Miko. You can’t act like this. You’ve seen zombie-cons and the guts—cables?—pulled right outta guys Bulkhead fought. You’ve almost been killed, crushed…you’ve been in the dark, you’ve been alone before! 
But perhaps that was it, she realized, dropping her head and clenching her fist methodically—open and closed, open and closed—sucking in shaky breaths, trying to calm down. Trying to steady it all out, while her mind seemed to bump up the speed to the max. 
Maybe it was too much all the time, all at once, disregarding the part of her that had already had enough when Miko thought to push on. Put on a laughing face, brush it off like it didn’t matter—nothing mattered. 
That was what she always did, right? Wasn’t consistency important? Was she a liar for being so scared? It wasn’t exactly being alone in the dark that scared her. Not even being in this sketchy part of town by herself…
Where are they? Where is everyone? 
Maybe it was also the suddenness of this fear, the seeming culmination of so much she hadn’t quite considered as deeply—every single thread of thought demanding her attention and her body simply ceasing proper coordination and control. Something she hadn’t anticipated because it was always there in the background, but kept tightly under lock and key. 
Where was the lock and key? Why was this happening? The questions only darkened the feelings bounding about inside like sparks of electricity. 
The darkness and emptiness of the town seemed to press at her, tightening her nerves and causing her arms and legs to feel like jelly all at the same time. She was shaking. 
And regardless of how much her sensible, conscious mind reminded her that if she was alone, it meant alone, her subconscious breathed over and over, over and over….
Someone’s there. Someone’s coming. Someone…no control…you have no control of what’s coming for you…no one remembered you, did they? 
Then, as if fate’s answer to the question, she heard a horn honk down the road. 
At first, her heart skipped a beat—sudden noises in the silence when she was having a low moment weren’t so helpful—but her mind registered instantly. 
And as quickly as it had overtaken her, the fear left, and she felt the shaking in her body intensify—probably out of muscle exhaustion this time. 
Suddenly, the cold ache left her, replaced with a trickling warmth. Maybe it was relief, or something else…Miko wasn’t sure. She watched the semi draw closer, letting her mind go blank for a bit. 
The vehicle rolled down the road rather quietly, coming to a gentle stop across from her, letting off a little hiss as the lights dimmed a bit. Miko could make out that it was indeed, the Autobot leader himself, even though something in the back of her mind had already let her know it was him.  
Optimus…what’s he doing out here? 
She could barely stand, swallowing again before pushing off the ground and unevenly making her way across the road and to the door to the passenger’s seat. She felt like she couldn't control her coordination as well as she’d like, but wasn’t too worries as much as glad to have a warm seat to sit in for now. 
“Miko….”
Optimus rumbled softly, gently, her name. He sounded as if he was going to say something, so she plopped down in the blue seat, waiting quietly. But he seemed to choose silence for the moment. 
After a moment, the headlights brightened and Miko felt the start of the engines. They began down the road, and looking out the window, Miko could see they were headed home—not her house, but home. 
She smiled, letting her body go limp in the seat, eyes wide open and trained on the outside view as it flitted by. Letting herself lie there as the hum of the truck filled the air, she dared not move or else she’d start shaking again. 
Drowsiness lurked in the background somewhere, but before that, she was curious. 
“Ne, Optimus,” she murmured, shifting her gaze to the front window. There was not a soul on the road, only Optimus’s headlight illuminating the navy dark surrounding them. “You were gonna say something, right?”
A pause. 
“I was.” 
“What was it?”
“Well…” Optimus seemed to be searching for words, then spoke again. “You were alone tonight.” 
“Yeah…no one would pick up. Did you get my calls?”
“No,” the mech responded. “But I did realize your absence. Rafael and Jack were having a…schoolwork review session–”
Study session.
“—and the others are scouting a mine in another country.”
That’s why he didn’t pick up. Something funky with phone regions, I bet. 
“Ratchet was otherwise engaged. I asked the boys what had happened to you that you were not there, and they mentioned you were in…detainment again.”
“Yea, detention,” Miko sighed. “Ditched it early though.”
Optimus was silent again, so this time, Miko thought to fill the silence. 
“Hey, Optimus? I’m…sorry if I made you worry,” she murmured, dropping her gaze a little. “I was doing alright…woulda found a way home or something.”
“Miko,” his voice sounded serious. “Are you certain of that?”
The teen thought to answer, then pressed her lips together, unable to respond again. What would she have done if he hadn’t come by? 
“I sense you are troubled,” Optimus continued more softly. “Are you alright?”
Miko felt a flash of indignance, so she masked it with a scoff. “Are you kidding? I’m always good!” But her tone wavered a bit, and she felt herself grow smaller in her seat. But she continued. “What makes you ask?”
“Miko…” 
“Yeah?”
“To answer your initial question, we Autobots are always worried for you three. We realize you are individuals, and that you have time and again proven strong in the face of terrifying circumstances. You especially show much strength.”
There was something else to that, so Miko waited, quietly. 
“You show so much strength that…I feel as if perhaps you carry too much inside.”
Miko swallowed, feeling emotion well up inside her. Not fear, not apprehension…something stronger, deeper…raw. 
“Miko, you were alone tonight. We were unaware of what you needed. For that, I am deeply sorry.”
“N-nah, it’s not…”
“It is. Did anything happen to you?”
“No, I just…” she found herself speaking without thinking. “Seemed like…everyone forgot about me. I’m used to being alone though, I guess…”
“You are not alone, Miko.” Optimus spoke with firm gentleness that seemed to level out the feelings threatening to bubble over the brim. She quickly looked out the window to her side again. “I respect what you wish to tell or not tell me. But something tells me, you were afraid tonight.”
She bit her lip. 
Someone noticed. Someone saw. 
But it was a relieved voice that whispered in her mind. She remained quiet, biting her lip harder. 
“Are you alright, Miko?”
She knew what the question really meant. 
“I was…scared, like…” she swallowed, steadying her breathing as best as she could. A tear slid down her cheek, which she quickly rubbed away. “...I dunno, something…I didn’t know what was happening, it was so…strong. So…bad…”
“I know well the emotions you speak of.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. I know it well even now. Especially now.” 
He deals with so much too…but he’s so…well, I guess we all put up some face. I laugh, Optimus shuts down…whatever keeps the monster at bay. 
“Don’t be scared, Miko,” he finally said gently and simply—yet with so much intent. “You are never alone.”
Miko inhaled sharply, as if debating to control it or let it happen…but only for a moment. She exhaled heavily, her face twisting as she started to cry quietly. But even as she sobbed, a smile peaked through, shimmering in her eyes. 
She needed to cry, she realized. Not light tears of stress, but also the tears that she had pent up every time her heart had pounded so hard her bones hurt. The tears she pent up when she did cry and then bite her tongue to swallow them up. And it was alright. 
It was freeing. 
And as if reading her mind, Optimus remained quiet. But she felt his presence–more than simply knowing he was there. They didn’t really need to say much more, and spent the last of the ride to HQ in silence. 
Because even if Optimus wasn’t using the same words she’d use, she knew what he meant. She always knew what the others meant to say. Robot or human, alien or not, Miko could feel it. 
She knew that he wasn’t ordering her to can it, like she knew she ordered herself to. 
‘Don’t be scared,’ or rather…‘it will not win. You will.’ 
I will. 
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