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eustasskidagenda · 6 months

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anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me."

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire.

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs.

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty"

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet.

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?"

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands.

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl"

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him.

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?"

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…"

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man.

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?"

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it."

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining.

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start.

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing.

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?"

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation.

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great."

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing.

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more.

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips.

"So good."

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen.

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him.

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?"

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing."

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration.

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around."

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined.

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful.

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess.

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning.

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…"

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow.

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him...

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go."

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?"

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet.

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?"

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you."

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved.

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me."

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin.

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing.

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too.

"I'm ready for you, Rosi."

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth.

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me."

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still.

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you.

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. "

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you."

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly.

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

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ophelieverse · 1 month

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Can you please write anything you want with Aegon and Tully!reader?I love this house and no one use them to write images🥺

ʚ the lovers ɞ

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

I also like House Tully,even though i don’t like Cat and Lysa but I’m more than willing to write a Tully reader.

Aegon and Y/n are married,now that he is king he doesn’t have much time to spend with his wife so she takes the matter in her own hands.

A little smutty piece that i don’t know how to feel about😪

Thank you for requesting and let me know what you think💕

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The midday sun was burning in the sky with all the violence this time slot could offer on a mid-summer day.

The hot rays of the sun were beating on the streets markets,roofs and the chairs at the corner of their balcony.If she squeezed her eyes,Y/n could even see the air vibrating on the railing.

Till a moment ago,in the shared maritals chambers of their majesties a small servant girl was using a fan,moving the hot air from one side to the other,without really doing much to bring relief.

The temperature was so high that even the floor had cooled,and staying there lying on the ground was becoming counterproductive,as well as uncomfortable.

Y/n turned on her side,grunting when the hard stoned floor met her bones,the heat that killed her every initiative to get up was trailing up her bare legs till her back.

Not too bad... from the new location she could admire a much better view than the sky paled by the heat.

Aegon,the new King of the Seven Kingdoms and her adored husband,was sitting at the large table in the middle of their chambers a few steps away from her.The thin shirt sleeves rolled up over the elbows,the unbuttoned collar and a wrinkle of concentration between the eyebrows.In front of him a stack of backlog reports to complete.

His cheeks were redden thanks to the heat and the wine,pale hair stuck to nape of his sweaty neck and lilic eyes moving fast through the pages in his calloused hands.He was so beautiful when he was assorted,becoming king had changed his demeanor,taking the responsibilities and duties on his shoulders more seriously.

Y/n didn't understand why he decided to get to work with that heat,especially when it was Sunday morning and they could have done anything else.Also,the fact that she hasn't had his attention for almost an hour made her want to go there and tear up that paperwork in front of his beautiful eyes.And she would have done it even if she hadn't been too hot even to stand up.

Of course,it would have been great if he had gotten up to come to her instead.The two of them had been married for three years and knew each other for six,Y/n knew that Aegon would’ve done that.Seeing her,so beautifully tempting in her white transparent nightgown,long hair wild on her shoulders,full red lips and soft cheeks with sparkling needy eyes.He would’ve pounced her like a starving animal.

But that was prince Aegon,the same person that took her on Dragonstone beach,promising her that he would made her his queen,the mother of his children and that made love to her like it was their last night on earth.King Aegon was a different story,he had his head on his shoulders and his mother and grandfather on his back constantly.Ruling a whole continent was hard, tiring and took all of his attentions.

«Aaaegon.»Y/n called him,stretching the first syllable of his name,with a sweet voice.

«Mmh?»he replied with a distracted murmur,without even looking up from the table.

«Do you still have a lot of those?»she asked him,watching the pile of papers becoming smaller not fast enough.

He shook his head«I'm almost done.»

«You said that even half an hour ago!»she emitted a sound of affliction.

«I would do it faster if you got up and came to give me a hand,instead of standing there complaining.»he scolded her,not in the same teasing and playful way,but almost irritated.

Being Queen wasn’t easy and it was something that Y/n never wanted.Her mother had planned that future for her since she was a child,promising her to prince Jacaerys in the beginning and then to prince Aegon.The only thing that her mother taught her about marriage was being a good and docile wife and give her husband healthy and male heirs.No one taught her how to be a queen,not even her husband mother.

Y/n was good at being a gentle and loving wife,she supported and took care of her husband and gave him two beautiful sons,heirs to his throne.But she missed him,she knew he loved her very much and that they should have other children to strength the blood of the dragon,if only he wasn’t so busy all the time.

Not at all satisfied with the kind of reactions she was getting,Y/n pouted and reached out towards the golden cup lying on the floor:the only thing in her range that had a temperature of less than thirty-six degrees.She brought the cup to her mouth and the last residue of cold wine now vented into her throat.

When she finished,she passed the empty cup behind her neck and chest,continuing to observe Aegon out of the corner of her eye.

As much as he was trying to keep his eyes fixed on those papers,it was evident that his body was also suffering from the heat.The silver locks stuck to his sweaty forehead as his shoulders lifted and fell under the weight of long,fatigued breaths.He put the ink down for a second and sipped his wine too.

Y/n watched him arch his neck and swallow,adam’s apple moving rhythmically over the larynx.She bit her lower lip in front of the show,her hand automatically slipped below the hip line.

Fuck… “Family,duty,honor”as her House words said,looked so good on him.The ethereal aura of his royal presence,the way he carried himself and spoke in the throne room or in the Small Council,the crown on his head.Even though she missed care free prince Aegon,the King was something so divine to look at.

Seriously... they could have done anything else in the moment,she could still give him another child and show him how much of a great job he was doing as a ruler.Literally anything but staying there on the floor while he worked.

An idea caught on her mind.Suddenly the heat stopped being a problem.

«Aegon.»she called again,voice now lower.

And again,he replied without looking at her«What do you want?»

Y/n opened her mouth,then closed it.She reflected on what were the best words to use,those that would be best to persuade him.It was supposed to be something provocative,but not too much.Something sober,but impactful.

She rubbed her legs,the ache between them,and uttered candidly:«You,my King.»

She couldn't help but smile triumphantly, because at those words Aegon finally looked up from the table.His deep purple eyes stared at her,a spark of involvement and desire shining under his eyelashes as he took in all of her appearance.

It didn't last long.

«Not now.»was his calm answer,as he looked away and brought the focus back to his work.

As he spoke he wrote something with his pen and Y/n thought she wanted to bite his fingers.

«Also it's too hot for it at this hour,»he added,«better tonight,when the sun is down.»he continued.

Y/n stretched her limbs on the floor and lazily curved her back like a cat«I thought that dragons preferred the heat.»she smiled,licking her dry lips.

«Yes.But little,cute fishes like you are too sensitive for it.»the smirk in his voice made her shiver and smile even more.

He wasn’t wrong,she was still a pure maiden when they first laid together and since that time,as he showed her the immense and colorful world of pleasure,her appetite had been insatiable.Especially with a husband like him.He would take the lead and have her crying underneath or on top of him in less that five minutes.

«Hmm... I don't know if I'll be able to wait until tonight.»she purred with a vibrating throat.

Aegon scoffed,tracing the paper in his hand with a finger,rereading the same sentence for the third time«Then go on our bed,put a pillow between your legs and do it yourself.What do you want me to tell you?»he sounded exasperated.

They both were,pent up and dying by the hot weather.

«If this was a dirty talk attempt,know it was really terrible.»a laugh escaped from her.

Aegon stopped responding,bowed his chin and went back to immerse himself in the silence of concentration.

Y/n accepted the challenge.

It wasn't the first time she found herself playing with Aegon self-control since he was crowned and so far she had never lost.She had often enjoyed making him restless and starving for something else during dinners with his family:fleeting caresses under the table and winking glances between the glass bottles.

But it was easy to shake him like that when they were in public,surrounded by other eyes.The fact that they were now alone in their room,the only spectators and participants of their game,made Aegon less tense,and therefore more firm on his positions.

It would have taken a lot more to move him.

«All right...»she whispered,more to herself than to him.

Y/n stretched on her back on the floor,oriented her delicate hand vertically on her soft belly,and slid two fingers under the hem of her small cloth,trailing up her body the thin layer of her nightgown.She began to touch herself nonchalantly,lazily at the start,describing slow and interspersed circles around the clitoris.She kept her head turned to the side,ready to catch the slightest sign of distraction from Aegon.

She had to wait five long minutes before the pen slowed down on the paper.

Y/n grabbed the opportunity and began to speed up the work of her fingers.Her body was giving in to stimulation:a pleasant tingling was building up in the lower abdomen as moisture began to cover her fingertips.When a choked moan of his name formed in her throat she did nothing to repress it.

That's when Aegon raised his eyes for the second time.

His gaze on her was a mixture of surprise,opposition and embarrassment,with a small spark of lust.Y/n pointed at that.

«Y/n.»he began,with what clearly wanted to be a warning,but which did not go beyond her name.

She saw him licking his lips and swallowing.

«What?»she bent her lips into a smile«Wasn't what you told me to do it myself?»she asked sweetly.

Aegon blushed in spite of himself,he felt like a twelve years old again«Yes,but not here on the floor.»he said.

«Why?Am I distracting you?»she said with a fake tone of concern.

«What do you think?»he sarcastically said,his eyes not leaving the hand that was still moving between her legs.

The ache growing in his pants and the fire tickling his lower belly,made her proud of herself.The look he was giving her,filled with lust and irritation,told her that she was winning.

«Well,my love,as a refutation of your thesis:so far you didn't notice at all.And it's not like i started at this very moment.»she informed him with a breathy and witty response.

The blush on Aegon face reached the tip of his ears,but his gaze remained of ice«You've been... silent... so far.»he noted,trying to find a comfortable position on the chair.

«Oh?So if I keep my mouth shut I can continue without any problems?»Y/n immediately asked.

It took him a while to answer her.He stopped staring at the spot under her navel where her hand lay and took a big sip from his cup full of cold wine.The two countermeasures seemed to work.With his mind a little more lucid and the trail of freshness in his esophagus,he started talking to her with the same firmness as before.

«Absolutely not.Get up and go.»he said with the same seriousness he had adopted in the last year as a ruler.

In front of his serious face,Y/n smiled even more.He was cracking and was trying so hard to keep it together.

“As if you didn't want me here.”she though.

Y/n huffed«I don't want to.I'm too hot to move.»she said,returning to distractedly moving her fingers.

Aegon made an effort with all of himself not to look at her.He took the pen in his hand and began to turn it between his fingers to have something to engage his eyesight in.

«Your logic doesn't make any sense.»he pointed out to her.

And in fact no,it didn't have it.But in all honesty Y/n was starting to lose the thread of the argument,the need for release was becoming more pressing and Aegon had not yet moved from there.In the absence of a witty response to counter,she raised her hips and moaned his name deliberately,trying to appear as provocative as possible while doing so.

A few seconds of silence followed,then the ticking sound of the pen on the table,and finally a sigh.Y/n didn't bother to hide her immense satisfaction in finally having Aegon body bent over her.

«Can you stop?»He blew on her lips.The baritone voice with which he said it threw a burning pang between her legs.

Y/n raised her chin.The game of the challenge that made her blood tingle in her veins«Make me.»

Aegon wrinkled his forehead.He knew exactly what game his wife was playing,and he also knew he would win.He always won.He was the one in control.

«Gods,you can be so childish sometimes.»he said with a long exhale.

«And you can be serious and snoty like an old man... sometimes.»she told him with a childish attitude.

Yes,sometimes.

Aegon mind went involuntarily to the other times,where it was the exact opposite.Between him and Y/n it worked like this:they almost always ended up at the antipodes,at the two ends of the line,exchanging places with each other all the time.There was almost never a balance.And when he was there it didn't make it easier for him to define their relationship.

Sometimes Y/n was a little girl,hungry for affection and attention.An accomplice mistress who kissed and touched him when she didn't have to,who stretched out her fingers under his arm and who filled his glass when he didn't look.

Sometimes it was him,with his hands sneaking under her gowns,his lips trailing dow her neck in the empty hallways.Playing with her foot under the table.Whispering dirty thing in her ears and watch her blush in front of everyone.

Other times Y/n was an adult woman,with a deadly seriousness in her eyes and a melancholy over something lost.A kind of younger sister - or even a mother - who seemed to have lived a hundred lives,who applied patches to him even on the smallest scratches,and who stroked his hair when she realized he had cried.

Other times it was Aegon who takes the responsibility,guiding and sheltering her.Much like a king would,a husband who duties were to make her a happy wife,a old friend to keep her company and loving to read and sit together in their solarium.

When they were like this,when they took a part and left the second one for the other,Aegon remembered those few years of difference that separated them,remembered how much ambiguity there was in what they did and in the behaviors they adopted towards each other when he promised to marry her on that beach,the first time they had laid together on the cold sand when he was drunk and guided only by lust.

And an unpleasant cold ran on his back. Despite this,he had never done anything to change things.Because Y/n was still very young and was tremendously good on both sides,because - after all - condoing by that ambiguity was convenient for him... because he liked it.Because he did kept his promises and married her.

He liked to play lovers,he thought,looking for her lips.For two like them it was easier than really being king and queen.

Aegon lips were warm,but Y/n welcomed them as if they were the freshest and purest of waters.She liked it too.The lover was her favorite role.Not the wife,the mother or the queen,but his lover.

«The balcony... is open.»Aegon felt a duty to remind her of it,of all the servants that could be outside,snatching words from her increasingly insistent kisses.

She stroked his cheekbone with her tongue«Good,some fresh air.»she replied,letting him know that she didn't care.

«You are shameless.»he told her as if he didn’t taught her to be like this,but the balcony remained open and the papers abandoned on the table.

Y/n smiled as she felt his hand run down her stomach to get to surround her wrist.Her wet fingers slipped away from her throbbing sex,and her hand was carried to the height of their faces.The lack of contact caused her a bit of annoyance,but it took a back seat when Aegon put her hand close to his lips.

He began to place soft kisses on her knuckles, without stopping for a second looking at her. Slowly.Meticulously.Y/n closed her eyelids and breathed a sigh.She contemplated in awe of his lips opening,then the index and middle fingers disappear between them.Aegon moved his tongue under her phalanges,sucked them, enjoying the taste of her melting in his mouth.

«Aegon...»she called him,he groaned around her fingers in response,without interrupting his occupation.

«Take this thing off,»he continued,pointing to the skimpy nightgown she was wearing.«It's too hot.»

«You first.»Y/n whispered out and he smirked.

Receiving the message,Aegon began to unfasten his belt with his free hand,then his boots,and the first buttons on his shirt.He soon realized he couldn't do much else.Surrender,he let go of her fingers to allow both of them to undress.

Although he was now used to seeing her walking around their chambers with just one or two garments,Aegon would never stop appreciating his wife body.At that moment the sun in its apogee illuminated her nudity like white marble,skirting the curves of her profile with light.

If beauty was something describable in words,Aegon would have described it that way.

He stood to contemplate the play of light on her skin as he went back to lying down,unaware that similar thoughts were going through his wife mind.

In fact,the more Y/n looked at Aegon,the more she was convinced that there could be no such thing as graceful and aesthetically pleasing in the world.She would spend hours observing the way his moon locks cast shadows on the clear features of his face,or tracing the veins paths on the muscles of his arms.

As she thought about these things Aegon caught up with her,taking her wrists with his hands and slowly crossed them over her head.

Y/n gaze lit up,not surprised and intrigued.

She had never shown a particularly dominant personality during sex;she usually just indulged in his initiatives,following the instructions of his voice and body,doing and letting herself do whatever he decided.

Aegon was never displeased,on the contrary.In that way of behaving in intimacy he found the same confidence as when they risked their lives together: proof that she was ready to put herself in his hands in any circumstance.

That’s why seeing herself caged to the floor by his body,with his austere eyes scrutinizing her from above,made her lower belly languish in the same and delightful way.The idea of being the one who abandoned herself in his hands once again was tempting,having her king finally giving her all of his attention and devotion.

At the expense of his expression,Aegon 's grip was not very firm and the slowness in his actions betrayed a certain insecurity.It’s had been a hard week and he was tired.

Y/n caught him in a kiss to reassure him.She could still taste herself on his tongue,along with a vague aroma of cherries and wine.She was already addicted by the combination.

Aegon moved aside first,his lips ran down her jaw to the curve of her soft neck.Y/n did not oppose it,waiting for his next move with a rapid beat.She felt him adjust his grip on her wrists, then place his knee in the middle of her legs.

A soft command tickled her ear«Grind on it.»

Y/n gasped.She felt on fire,little fishes like her were too sensitive to the heat and her body's reaction was unexpectedly immediate.Her hips lifted obediently,then lowered,then went back up,until she found herself rocking against his knee at a fast pace.

Aegon kissed her neck with his mouth open, feeding on her accelerating heartbeat.He could feel her skin moistening at the point where she met his leg.

«Good girl.»he whispered in her ear,hot breath tickling her.

He bit her shoulder to suppress a moan,she arched her back and her breasts brushed his chest.His erection was throbbing in pain,but Aegon gritted his teeth.He thought of those backward papers that would force him to do the wee hours tonight,and pushed his femur forward,wishing for a little revenge.

Thanks to the previous stimulation,Y/n was already on the vege of an orgasm.She groaned restlessly,debated her hips and calves to the ground,squeezing his thighs around the bone bump.

Aegon free hand traveled along her waist and went to surround one of her tits,stroked the perky nipple with his thumb,soon replaced by his mouth.

It was hot.Y/n felt it inside and out,in every single particle of the air and in every single fiber of her body.

Sweat dripped from Aegon hair on her chest, his mouth left hot trails where he touched and his breathless breath condensed on her skin.But oh,he never wanted to stop.

Y/n moved her hips faster,craving that sweet, liquid pleasure that was heralding.

She was so close,so close...

«Stop.»the sound of the word reached her ear indistinctly,all her senses blurred,her body continuing to move tirelessly.

Just a little more...

«I said»Aegon grip on her wrists tightened,his hot palm pressing on her pulses«Stop.»with such an authority that made her even wetter.

One hand stuck her hip against the floor and Y/n stopped,stunned.Aegon bowed to one side and removed his knee,leaving fire in her lungs and her belly burning for release denied.

He looked at her,with the power of a man and curious like a child,his purple irises reduced to two thin circles around his dilated pupils.He waited in silence for her to calm down,then relaxed his fingers and released her wrists.

Y/n reached out for him,numb arms circling his neck to bring him closer.A compressed energy that still permeated it from head to toe.

«Aegon,please.»she whined,kissing his jaw and holding him.

«I know baby,you were close?»He asked her,kissing the reddened inside of her wrists with a mest expression.

She moved a lock of hair behind his ear and nodded enthusiastically«Yes.»with a cute pout on her lips.

Aegon nodded in turn,looking slightly relieved.

«I'll make you come,only if you promise that you won’t bother me and let me work for the rest of the night.»he caressed her cheeks,his thumb playing with her lower lip.

«B-but-»she tried to protest.

Aegon hand gripped her face,their noses touching«Will you do that?Will you be a good girl and do what your husband asks you?»he murmured on her lips slowly.

«Yes!I promise!»she immediately answered,trying to get him to kiss her again.

He ran his hands over her hips for a few seconds,focused,as if he was about to make an important decision.Y/n wasn’t surprised when from his mouth came another command,albeit more docile than the previous one.

«Turn around and lay on your stomach.»he ordered,before kissing her and caressing her hair.

She did as he had told her,turning around to give him her back.

The floor was warm and she was so sensitive that the mere pressure of her flattened belly against the stoned pavement was enough to snatch a moan from her.Meanwhile,a finger began to trace her spine,slowly flowing the vertebrae from the coccyx to the cervical.

Y/n curved her back under that touch,while looking for more friction under her hips.

«So desperate to get fucked on the floor?»Aegon murmured on the back of her neck,before licking the salt from her skin.

«F-fuck yes.»she whimpered out.

«Oh»Aegon said amused«I thought i married a proper lady not a slut.»his shoulders trembled with a laugh.

Y/n face was crimson red«I’m not a-a…a slut!»she answered embarrassed,but she knew he was right.

«Mmh,i should’ve know since you had let me fuck you on that beach before we were even betrothed.»he kissed and bit the skin of her back making her tremble.

He kissed her between her shoulder blades,with one arm separated her abdomen from the ground and held her to himself,hip to hip.And Y/n felt him,damp and hot,stinging her entrance.

«Please.»Y/n called for him,hands digging on the floor and wiggling her ass up to get more friction.

«Behave,or I’m leaving you here.»he spanked her,the sting of the slap and the way he caressed the redden skin of her ass made her choke on her saliva.

«With how eager you are,the castle should be filled with our children.»Aegon continued,massaging her.

«Maybe you should give me another,»Y/n breathed out,closing her eyes.

She felt him curse under his breath and holding her closer«Is that what you want?Another kid to keep yourself occupied with?»the idea of seeing her full with his child made his head spin.

The anticipation was a tongue of fire that tickled her from the inside,licking the walls of her stomach in an agonizing way.

She didn't have time to perform in the plea she had thought.Aegon grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him as he sank into her. The movement was unique and fluid,facilitated by abundant lubrication.

Her mouth opened,the air scratched her re-stuck throat.He began to move slowly,with soft and precise blows,while with his tongue he explored her mouth and swallowed her moans.

Her neck hurt from the position,but she still stretched out backwards when he brew the kiss to pay attention to her shoulder.Aegon moved his lips over the curve of her neck and marked the skin with his teeth.He bathed her with his tongue,feeling genuinely guilty.

He thought maybe he wasn't cut for a more dominant role in sex,but the moment he did,Y/n voice shouted«More!Please!»And his mind was silent.He was the one in control and yet he would give her anything she wants,even another child if that meant having her happy.

He anchored her to his body with one arm and used the other as a lever to increase the pace and intensity of the thrusts.And every time she asked to go deeper,faster, stronger,something stretched inside him,like a rubber band on the breaking point.

It was his turn to moan.To feel how warm,wet and tight her welcoming cunt was for him every time.Made by the gods for him.

The open balcony remained a distant detail,the world restricted to that fierce union of their bodies,a bubble of heat,blood and pleasure.Just like when they got married and unite House Targaryen and House Tully.

«You’re there already,baby?»he was out of breath as he felt her clench around him again.

All she did was nod and the hand he was pressing on abdomen dropped lower.One,two,three circles and the pleasure poured into her,dense and glowing like lava, poured out from that point deep that he kept hitting with his thrusts.

Above her Aegon looked at her with fascination and desire.The torso raised to admire her body contracting in irregular spasms,his head tilted to grasp fragments of her face.

«You are...so beautiful...Y/n.»he moaned.

Y/n hoisted herself on her elbows,bent her arm to reach his head,and kissed him as if he was the most precious thing in her life,because he was.He really was the love of her life.

Aegon moaned in the kiss,feeling Y/n last contractions taking him to the limit with her«You want it inside?»he asked her urgently.

«Yes.»she pleaded again.

Her approval,in a seductive tone and oblique smile,was the last straw.He poured into her,moaning and growling on her shoulder,until his muscles gave way.

They lay facing each other on the sticky floor, their limbs suffering and heated by the effort. Only when they both stopped having a shortness of breath,Aegon pulled her close to him to let her lay her head on his chest.

«We are going to have another baby.»Y/n suddenly murmured,placing a hand on her stomach.

Aegon didn't seem upset by the information.He remained silent looking at her,as if at the moment there was nothing else in the room that deserved more attention than her.And Y/n lived on moments like these,the exclusivity of his gaze on her,his needy touch on her skin, shared kisses,his worries.

«I pray for a girl.»he said then«Baeron and Rhaego are going to drive me insane.»he continued thinking about his sons and how much they were like him.

This time he wanted a baby girl that,even though she would probably look like him,taking in the Valyrian features,she would be just like her mother:sweet,gentle,a little playful.

«They just miss you.»she whispered,almost feeling guilty«Like I do.»she admitted with a sad tone.

Aegon held her closer,he felt ashamed for neglecting his wife and his own children.As soon as he become king he forgot that first he was a husband and a father.

«I’m sorry for interrupting your work-»she started to apologize.

«Don’t.»he stopped her immediately«I’m the one who’s sorry for not being around lately.»he said kissing her temple sweetly.

Y/n smiled warmly«How about we have dinner together tonight with the kids?»she asked hopefully.

He nodded,it felt like forever since he had last spent time with his little family all together«Sound perfect.»he kissed her on the lips one last time before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.

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hypnoneghoul · 1 month

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i love your daddy kink swiss/mountain.

can i raise you a daddy kink mountain and phantom? 🤨

625 words, daddy, size and breeding kinks

Phantom had always been intimidated by Mountain—it wasn’t hard to feel like that with his size. It changed fairly quickly once the quintessence ghoul had settled in the pack and had spent some time with Mountain. A big goofy softie, is what he was, but one part of Phantom’s initial feelings about the earth ghoul never left.

Mountain’s size made Phantom feel safe, as if he would protect him from anything and everything. He longed for such a feeling of security, because he’d never had it. He never felt safe on his own and much less with another ghoul present. But with Mountain? Everything’s changed but one very specific part of Phantom’s situation appeared to be slightly problematic to him at first.

After a very awkward confrontation and a few cringe… attempts at making it work, it did finally work. Or rather started working, because it had become a frequent occurrence for the two once they had found their footing. Then they both really enjoyed it.

“How’s my baby doing?” Mountain asked, his voice low and growly. It made Phantom’s insides twist with every single word.

“O– okay… ‘m okay, so okay, daddy,” the quintessence ghoul breathed out as he clenched around Mountain’s cock. He pulled back until just the tip was in and slowly but surely pushed back and listened as all air got knocked out of Phantom. A hurt little whimper left his lips and he shuddered in Mountain’s arms.

“Good boy,” he rumbled, “my good little baby boy.”

The earth ghoul had his face buried in Phantom’s neck as he fucked him slow. His hands were wrapped around the smaller ghoul’s middle, holding him close the entire time. He was so–

“You’re so small, baby,” Mountain muttered into his skin and he could feel Phantom’s cock kick where it was trapped between them as the ghoul moaned wantonly. “I could just– just crush you, fuck... so good for me, baby.”

“Daddy, please,” Phantom cried out, begging for nothing in particular. Or more like everything.

“It’s okay, little one.” Mountain nipped at the quintessence ghoul’s neck before pulling away to hover over him. Phantom shivered at that, the other’s size so much more noticeable and overwhelming like this. The earth ghoul looked down at Phantom’s pitiful little cock, laying against his tummy and steadily drooling precum. He took it in his huge hand—making it look even smaller—and stroked slowly, reveling in the sweet noises falling one by one from the other’s lips. “So, so little.”

“D– daddy, I’ll cum, I need it, please.”

“Not just yet,” he purred and let go of the quintessence ghoul’s cock and let it lay against his hip. He moved his hand onto his belly and spread his fingers, easily touching both of Phantom’s hip bones, covering half of his midsection.

Phantom whimpered as Mountain pressed down, not enough to hurt but more than enough for him to feel his cock through him. It was no wonder with how big it was, but it was maddening nonetheless. The earth ghoul groaned and felt his dick twitch inside of the other. “Shit, f– fuck, baby.”

“Daddy, please!”

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Mountain grunted. He pulled his hands away again and moved them to Phantom’s shaking thighs. He wrapped his fingers around them and pulled them up, folding the smaller ghoul in half. “You’re so little it won’t take much to fill you up, will it?”

“N– no, but I need– I need all of it, daddy, p– please give it to me,” Phantom whined, panting and clenching on Mountain’s cock over and over again, trying to pull him in and keep him there.

“I will, baby. I will give you everything… until you can take no more.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul

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unpunishablelamb · 1 month

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hiiii!!!!! ও Im not sure if you still post creepypasta headcannons but I really liked the headcannons you gave the creepypastas, it's really nice to realistic headcannons, if you want I was wondering if you could do headcannons for the friendship of the reader and ticci Toby 0_o

(If I made any typos or used bad grammar I'm really sorry (◞‸◟ㆀ) )

Realistic Ticci Toby headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

A/N: Okeyy so for the friendship headcanons just ignore the NSFW part! I just decided to combine your ask with multiple anon asks who requested relationship/NSFW headcanons🫶🏻

SFW

-First of all he isn’t the one to settle down. He has a bad past with people and it’s incredibly hard for him to trust so he prefers not spending a lot of time at your place, if he ever goes there at all

-He’s basically homeless and probably squatting in abandoned places outside of smaller towns so if you ever want to spend a little more time with him it’s there or in the woods

-In contrary to popular belief i don’t think he is shy. He is very wary and kind of feral so physical touch is a hard one with him

-He is touch starved to some degree but then again he’s become so callous due to everything that has happened, that he won’t initiate or reciprocate for a long time. He won’t push you away either though

-I think if you ever share a bed/mattress with him, you might be woken up with a hatchet to your throat or a hand wrapped around it. At least in the first few months of your relationship, simply because he’s not used to having anyone around so he panics when he gets startled and his fight instincts kick in.

-Despite everything, i do think he’s very thoughtful once he warms up to you. I can imagine him leaving you things like rocks or trinkets he finds which remind him of you

-He’s really possessive no doubt. Hardly anyone has treated him with the smallest amount of kindness, and now that you’re in his life he won’t settle for less ever again.

-I can definitely see him being the type that wouldn’t let you get out of the relationship/ friendship alive in case you ever want to leave him. Either you stay with him or he kills you. Of course it would be hard for him to do since he “loves” you but the thought of you being with someone else, leaving him to rot, is much harder

NSFW

-I don’t think he’s had experiences before you which doesn’t make him shy but even more greedy

-I think it would take him a long time to trust you enough with something like that. He isn’t reckless or sleeps around but he wants to know that you won’t backstab him (literally)

-He knows how sex works, he’s not stupid and he’s watched campers in the woods do it, thinking they were being sneaky. Of course he couldn’t help imagining it was him and you

-Now that you conditioned him to get used to a certain degree of affection and physical touch he expects more, of course he does and you love him after all right?

-Let’s hope you’re ready to sleep with him when he wants you because i do think he’d pressure you into it

-I don’t think it’d be him getting physically violent but he’d try to make you feel bad for him, try to blackmail you, manipulate you etc.

-If that doesn’t work maybe he would wait until you’re asleep, start sliding his hand under your shirt and do his thing

-I think he’s decent in bed, clumsy at first and he’s so pent up that his pleasure is all he can think about at first.

-If you do criticise him make sure to be gentle about it, he’s insecure and he will get mad easily thinking you don’t want him but he does like you please you after all and he enjoys having you show him what you like

-Hickeys. Everywhere. Good luck trying to hide them because it will look ridiculous but he can’t help it. He has to make sure others know you’re not available

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader

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httpiastri · 3 months

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I need an opinion on a thought that’s been brewing and as saviour of the Paul girlies i think you may be the only one for the job…

Yeah ima just spit it out : Paul Aron size kink

I could leave it there however i simply do not want to I have too many thoughts, i mean obviously First his hands like oh my god??? How FUCKING TALL he is, how fucking built, also his back omg it is so big and I am SO attracted to it like honestly i could take the best nap of my life on there!!!!!! WEARING HOS CLOTHES!!!!!! And he just feels all protective and territorial because he never realised how much smaller than him you were till he sees you wearing his clothes making them look huge!!!! Him realising that it’s making him feel some kinda way iykwim cause he’s literally so much bigger and stronger, and not only is he bigger and stronger but also you trust him so fully anyway (please dont feel any pressure to respond if you dont wanna, and verry sorry about my English lol)

bestie you’re doing god’s work 🙏 thank you SO much for this oh my god. my brain stopped working for quite some time because i loved this too much. i love you, whoever you are <3<3

(headcanons are under the cut because yes, i went a little overboard. but as i said, i loved this too much......guys pls keep the paul asks incoming, they're literally making my days)

(oh and 18+ below. 😁)

– when he starts to realize how big his hands look on you, he won't be able to keep them away from you. he's always got a hand on your body.

– he's driving? a hand on your thigh. you're in public? a hand wrapped around your waist. out with friends? your hand is intertwined with his, no questions asked.

– when holding your hands, he's so surprised every time. he forgets that your hands are that small and the way that his fingers fill the gaps between yours makes him feel so special.

– he loves the way it looks when his hands wrap around the inside of your thighs, and how easy it is for him to pry your legs apart. his palms cover up most of your skin, fingers fitting right along your curves and folds.

– he loves holding both of your wrists in just one of his hands above your head as the other palms your bare ribs. he loves wrapping a hand around your neck, his thumb brushing up and down the front of your throat, feeling your pulse and breaths under his finger. he loves the way he can grab so much of your hair in just one hand.

– he loves using his hands and fingers to rile you up, to pleasure you, to make you feel so so good.

– the first time he saw you wearing his clothes, he almost combusted. his eyes widened so big you thought they would pop out of their sockets…

– it made him realize just how much bigger he is. like, he knew he was tall, but is the difference really THIS big? when he sees you wearing that hoodie of his that's been getting kind of tight recently when he's been putting in some extra work in he gym, and it's so long on you it meets the middle of your thighs, he's swept off his feet. he almost doesn't believe it.

– of course, after that, he thinks he's going to be a little sneaky about it and 'forget' clothes at your place every once in a while. the first time it happens, you text him like "hey, your sweater is here, do you want me to bring it over?" but he tells you it's no stress and that you can keep it for a while… and it makes you suspicious at first, until you realize what he's doing.

– and of course, you can't help but give in to the temptation. you do want to wear his clothes, too, after all. so the next time he comes over, you're wearing said sweatshirt, and his jaw practically drops to the floor when you open the door for him and you're looking up at him with those sweet, innocent eyes.

– so after that, it becomes a habit. he's got a bunch of clothes at your place, and you love wearing them. and when he wears a shirt he's seen you wear, he always feels a bit special. "she looked so tiny in this… but it fits me so well…"

– he gets so protective in some way, because he suddenly sees you as someone so small and in need of protection. he never wants anything or anyone to bother his sweet little baby ever again.

– and it's not just shirts, but also sweatpants and most other clothes too. whenever you're out and you 'forget' to bring a jacket of your own, he always offers you his. and you always practically drown in the material, making his heart flutter so hard.

– i also think he would freak out if you wore his boxers… (in a good way)

– he would get so so riled up if you wore his clothes but nothing underneath. like a long hoodie but with no pants, or a white t-shirt without a bra…

– he would not survive for long.

– oh and he loves to fuck you in his clothes. but that's a story for another time. :)

– istg his chest muscles are thicker than the pillows i sleep on…

– anyway

– naps on him would be so good. idk about you all but i love sleeping on hard mattresses 🤭

– he would love having you lie on him. your cheek pressed to his big chest, skin on skin, your soft breath on his neck making him feel so warm inside. feeling his chest rising and lowering as he breathes, your fingers absentmindedly drawing little figures into his skin.

– or why not lie on his back? his shoulders are so broad and he's so tall that most of your body would fit on his back. very cozy.

– and oh my god, giving him back massages. jesus christ, he would go crazy.

– your little hands, your pretty little fingers brushing against his skin. pressing into his muscles, massaging away any knots. feeling the bumps of his spine, the folds of his shoulder blades, every definition of a muscle. he doesn't understand how your small hands can bring him so much pleasure, but he's putty in your hands immediately.

– just standing next to him is so shocking. like, race car drivers are supposed to be short, what are you doing? who allowed this?

– he towers over you and he always finds it so cute. he loves how you have to get into your tippy toes and pull his face down to be able to kiss him, and the way he can pretend to ignore you and stay out of reach just to annoy you. he loves teasing you (in a lot of ways-) and it's just too easy for him to get a rise out of you when using your size difference.

– and even something as simple as asking him to get that ingredient from the top shelf because you can't reach makes him so smug and cocky. you needing his help and him providing it will never fail to make his day.

– he loves to rest his chin on top of your head. when you're out with friends, when he comes up behind you as you're cooking dinner, any time and any place. especially when also wrapping his big, muscular arms around you from behind, especially when they're around your neck like in the last pic.

– oh, to have you trapped underneath him. he loves hovering over you and caging you between his arms. he loves watching you squirm as he's holding your wrists above your head with one hand, the other running up and down your ribs to pull out shivers and shudders by his touch.

– and the way his hand practically covers up your entire side, the way your frame is so small compared to his… it makes him so impressed because despite how little you are in comparison, you still trust him so deeply?

– he could literally break your neck or femur or whatever bone with his bare hands but here you are, batting your eyes up at him like he's the only man in the world, so sure that he would never do anything to hurt you. and it makes him freak out a bit, but he's also so proud.

– and despite the size difference, you still take him so well? it makes him unbelievably hot.

#paul aron #hitech gp #f2 #prema racing #mercedes junior team #written by someone who's definitely small enough to experience these things with him #asks!#anon!#fluff #smut #suggestive #paul thoughts

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siren song - xavier thorpe

requested: yes! requests: open! Hii! I was wondering if you could please a do an Xavier x f!Reader where maybe they are like best friends but she likes him and he doesn’t realize and he starts hanging around Wednesday more. the reader starts to feel neglected so she basically asks bianca to use her siren powers to make her forget Xavier, bianca is hesitant but she does it and Xavier finds out and it’s really angsty cause like his best friend doesn’t remember him? up to you if the spell can be reversed and if they have a happy ending or not! Thank you sm in advanced :)

A/N: you will not BELIEVE!! how excited i am for this request! im planning on turning it into multiple parts, so we will see how it works out <;33

wordcount: 5,359 warnings: me not knowing anything abt school systems, she/her reader, a small bit of angst, xavier abandoning reader, reader has telekinesis, lots of smaller scenes that are similar to the ones in the show, asking bianca to manipulate you, few curse words part 2

You have been best friends with Xavier for the longest time and you were convinced he shared romantic feelings for you as well. But, when he starts to become head over heels for the new girl and ignores you at the Rave'n, you can only think of one solution. Bianca's Siren Song.

The first half of the semester had passed already, as you were now finally on your break. One week to do anything you wanted which meant you could go back home, but this time, you decided to stay at Nevermore. Xavier mentioned that he wouldn't be going anywhere anyway; his father didn't care if he came by, and to spare himself the trouble, he would just stay at Nevermore and close to his art studio.

So, considering you are his best friend, you decide to also stay. Surely not because you have feelings for him. Though, that might also have weighed in as you made your decision to stay.

"Finally!"

Xavier lets himself fall down on your bed. Yoko had left for the week, leaving you all alone in the big room. You hated being alone for too long, so you invited Xavier over. He was one of the only people that would stay at Nevermore anyway.

"If I had to listen to any more talking about plants, I would have set the classroom on fire," he mumbles as his face is planted in your pillow, making it hard for you to hear what he is talking about.

You let out a laugh before dropping your bag next to the bed. After three hours of Botany, you could also take a break from the subject.

"Hm," you nod, sitting down next to his legs. "Are you down for a trip to Jericho? We can get some drinks and snacks, movie night?"

Xavier immediately looks up, nodding his head before rolling off the bed. It was a 25-minute walk, but the sun was shining and it wasn't too cold, so it wouldn't be that bad.

After two hours you are finally back in your dorm. The shopping had taken a bit longer as both you and Xavier had forgotten to change out of your Nevermore uniforms, resulting in some nasty glares and bad comments from the townspeople.

"Weren't those freaks supposed to be going home?" You look back at the voice, seeing a small group of guys around your age huddled together, snickering and laughing at you and Xavier. The tall boy pulls your arm, trying to get you away from the group. "Come on, they're just assholes. No need to make a fuss," he whispers in your ear. With a deep breath you turn around, but not before making the can in one of the guys' hands fly to the ground as it explodes on impact, soaking the group in the sticky soda. You let out a chuckle before following Xavier back to Nevermore.

After getting some dinner in the Quad, you race upstairs again. Normally, there are no guys allowed in Ophelia Hall, so you had to sneak Xavier in. Luckily you had done that many times before already, and if you were extra lucky, Thornhill would let you go without any hassle.

Your desk gets filled with all the snacks that the two of you had gotten in Jericho. There is so much, that you wouldn't be surprised if it lasted more than only a week.

"All right, so do you vote for an animated movie, action, romance, horror?"

Xavier was busy picking out a movie as you transformed your bed into some type of 'movie watching paradise'. It is filled with enough blankets and pillows to be a bird's nest, but at least it is comfortable and warm. Once the movie is chosen, Xavier scoots in next to you. The bed is meant for only one person, so it was a tight fit, but neither of you acknowledged it. If anything, it made your heart race faster as your cheeks felt warmer. You have had feelings for Xavier for a while now, never knowing if he returned them, though he has never proven that he didn't.

And that is how the week flew by.

Hanging out in either your or his dorm and sometimes even in the art studio. You weren't the best artist, but you would just sit and watch him paint, handing over some drinks and snacks during the day as you worked on your own thing. Then, at night, you would watch a movie or listen to music before dozing off.

Slowly, all the Nevermore students start coming back, and the dorms fill up again. Yoko had also come back, so you stopped sneaking Xavier in for a bit. Not that Yoko really cared, but you thought that she would maybe want to enjoy the room by herself for a bit before you invited him in.

"Oh my God, Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long," Enid squeals, wrapping her arms around you as you finally joined your group in the Quad. "You will never guess what news I have!"

"What is it?"

"I'm getting a roommate!" She cheers. "I have been alone this entire semester, but Thornhill told me that on Monday, I will finally get a roomie!"

Ajax winces, a distraught look on his face.

"You're forgetting the part where she ate her classmate."

Enid rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

"It wouldn't be the weirdest thing at Nevermore. though it is kinda weird... Anyway, it's only a rumor."

You look at Xavier and he only shrugs, a smirk on his face as the two of you look at the bickering between Ajax and Enid. It is only a matter of waiting to see if there will be an actual cannibal in your school or not.

That evening, Xavier invited you to the Nightshade Library to chill there. 'A quiet moment before the shit show starts again,' he had said, and you couldn't agree more. Not to mention that there was only a small group of people who knew how to get into the library.

"Do you think the new girl is actually a cannibal?"

Xavier bursts out laughing before spinning the pencil in his hand.

"I would surely hope not. You know Enid, when she hears a rumor, she writes about it."

That was true. You don't know how she did it, but Enid always knew what was going on in Jericho and at Nevermore. How? No idea. You look up at the pencil that levitates in the air. You had stolen it out of Xavier's bag, mindlessly controlling it as you talked to him about all sorts of things.

"That's true. I'm sure Enid's blog will be full of new gossip in a few days."

"Her mother used to do fencing," Enid mumbles, her mouth full of food. "She killed two kids, not one! She said she didn't keep count, but I don't know if that is true. I feel like she will fit in though."

Ajax looks at her with a horrified look on his face. How does she say that and be so calm about it? He had been face-to-face with the new girl when Enid did a whole tour around the school.

A laugh escapes your lips when you see his expression as you almost spit out your drink. You love how exaggerated the Gorgon is sometimes.

"She also insulted my side of the room! She apparently is allergic to color or something, it's insane. Y/N, does my room look like rainbow vomit?"

You look from Xavier to her, hesitating for a moment before shaking your head. Her room is extremely colorful, but you wouldn't bring it as rude as the new girl.

"No, not at all. I find your room very comforting, actually."

Enid lets out a relieved sigh. She knew it!

You stand opposite of Xavier, your blade in your hand as you are dressed in the white fencing suit. Xavier and you always trained together. You both knew each other so well that the moves were quite predictable, but that is also what made it more difficult.

When you hear another pair of footsteps nearing, you look up. A girl, around your height, enters the room. Also dressed in fencing attire, though hers are dyed as dark as a shadow. You take off your cap, looking at her in confusion before averting your gaze to Xavier. He had also taken off his mask as he looks at the new person.

"Coach! She tripped me!"

"It was a clean strike, Rowan," Coach almost sighs. This has been the fourth time he tried to go up against Bianca, but he never made it.

"Maybe practice some more. I'm sure you will get it," she smirks. "Try again next time, Laslow. Seriously, Coach. When am I going to get some real competition?"

Bianca might be the queen of Nevermore, but she is also the queen in fencing. No one can beat her and it is something she is quite proud of. You never hung out with her a lot, but she is always sweet to you.

"Anyone else want to challenge me?"

You were almost up to it as you had never gone against her before, but the newbie beats you to it.

"I do."

Bianca turns around to face the new girl, a surprised yet amused look on her face.

"Oh!" She exclaims. "You must be the psychopath they let in."

"And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee," the other girl says, her face clear of any emotion.

"No need to start throwing around names," Bianca raises an eyebrow. "Rowan doesn't need anyone to come to his defense. He's not helpless, just lazy."

"Are we doing this or not?"

Two rounds pass between the girls fencing as they both have one point. You elbow Xavier to try and tell him something, but see that his gaze is fixated on the girl in the black suit. You breathe in deeply before just looking back at the fight.

No masks or tips? Is she insane?

Even though Wednesday is the one to propose the idea, Bianca still scratches her first, a bloody mark apparent on the forehead of her opponent. Another day where Bianca is left as the top in the class.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Xavier huffs, his hair still damp. "I uh- I was stuck in the infirmary."

You were annoyed, but now also worried.

"What? Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Oh, no! No, you know those gargoyle statues on the roofs? One fell down, almost hitting Wednesday. I pushed her out of the way and then had to bring her to the infirmary. She wasn't even happy with it, she was almost upset about the fact she didn't die."

"What a hero," you joke, a smile on your face as you also feel a pang in your chest.

You don't want to be that person, Xavier is free to spend time with anyone you wish. Maybe it is just your insecurity. But, he is here now. With you.

While Xavier was working on the mural, you just sat with him, handing him a new paintbrush or filling up his paint palette whenever he needed it. When hanging out with him, you never really needed to do something crazy each and every time. You could sit next to him in silence and it would still be considered a good time for you.

"Do you hear that?"

You hum, looking up from your phone. In the distance, you can hear a cello. The source seems to be from Enid's dorm. Or, shared dorm now. Enid couldn't play the cello, so it must be Wednesday.

"Beautiful."

It was time for the Harvest Festival, something you looked forward to for a while. There would be games, food, and music, and you would be spending it with some of your friends.

The field was already filled with groups of people excited for a night of fun. Jericho wasn't necessarily the place to be when it comes to entertainment, so the Harvest Festival was one of the biggest things every year. You walked in with Enid, Wednesday, Xavier, and Ajax as Weems walked right behind you. The lady was intimidating, but you knew that she wasn't there for you.

The principal had sat down on a bench, keeping a close eye on Wednesday as you walked a bit further with your own group.

"Where did Wednesday go?"

Xavier looks around, but the pig-tailed girl is nowhere to be seen. You shrug, the girl seems to be very quiet, so you didn't hear her sneak off either.

"I'll be right back, I will look for her real quick."

Before anyone can reply, Xavier walks off, trying to find the new girl. You look at Enid for a moment before shrugging yet again, continuing on with your adventure at the festival. You could try out some new food maybe, though the hotdogs were always good as well. After spending tons of money on food and drinks, you sat down at a picnic table, Kent and Yoko joining the group as well. After a few minutes, Xavier comes back, sitting down next to you with a huff. You push your popcorn a bit closer to you as he mutters a 'thank you' before stuffing some in his mouth.

"What got you so upset?" Ajax looks at his best friend, sauce stuck on the corners of his mouth.

"Just some normie," Xavier responds shortly, sipping your milkshake before placing it back in front of you.

"If anyone needs to be thrown against a wall, you know who to call," you just grin.

Telekinesis is, in your opinion, one of the most useful powers that you can have. Be it something big like moving a car, to something small like turning off a light when you are just getting comfortable in your bed.

Xavier just stays quiet which makes you stop talking about the subject. Whatever it was, it must have really annoyed or hurt him.

"Xav?" You knock on the wooden door. "Xavier, are you okay?"

You had just heard about Rowan being expelled from Nevermore, though the reason was unknown. Not even Enid knew why the boy got kicked out.

After some shuffling, the door opens. Dressed in a red shirt and grey sweats he awkwardly looks at you.

"You uh- You can come in. There is no one else here anyway," he mumbles, a slight smile on his face.

When he turns around to walk to his bed, you notice some bruises on his arms.

"You okay?"

He only nods before laying down on his bed, patting the place next to him. With a smile you sit down as well, running your fingers over the blue-ish patches on his skin.

"Rowan went a bit crazy," he only whispers. "No need to worry. Movie?"

When you get into your Botany class, you see that your usual seat is already taken. Wednesday sits next to your best friend, sitting on the chair that almost had your name written on it. You breathe in deeply before walking to the back of the class, taking your place next to Bianca.

"What is going on between you two?"

"Nothing," you whisper back. "Xavier is just friendly."

"I doubt Wednesday is impressed by your tricks, mister Thorpe."

You look over at his desk as you see a big spider crawling out of his page, stopping in front of the girl.

"Admit it," he smirks. "You're a little impressed."

One smack was all it took to change the spider into dust, making it disappear into thin air.

"Xavier, sit still!"

The two of you are laughing as you almost sit on his lap, a brush in your right hand and face paint in your left. He insisted that he wouldn't be able to do the makeup for the Poe Cup himself and that you had to help him. You were almost finished, but Xavier got impatient as he moved around.

"Ta-da!"

You push him in front of the mirror before throwing his hat at him. When he puts it on he does some silly faces. The dark makeup around his eyes does really make the blue-green pop. Xavier catches you staring at him as you seem almost mesmerized by his look. He turns around with a smirk, looking down at you before charging at you, making you let out a scream before trying to escape his hands.

"Xavier! Come on, we have to get to our boats!"

You follow Ajax and Xavier outside, meeting up with the rest of the people that were excited about the Poe Cup. Four teams that will compete against each other, though you wouldn't be surprised if Bianca's team won again. Putting Sirens on water? There is simply no other way.

Every boat is painted inspired by an Edgar Allen Poe story, and they all looked amazing.

"Good luck," you whisper to Xavier before he gets into the boat.

"Oh, we will win," he winks before jumping onto his seat and pulling his jester hat down.

The boats take off after the gunshot, some faster than others. You wonder what type of sabotage this year would bring. After only a minute, the first boat crashes already.

All the boats are out of sight as you patiently wait. What is strange to you is that Wednesday participates. Enid even made Wednesday wear cat ears- though you are sure she absolutely despises them. Something about Yoko accidentally eating garlic and the pig-tailed girl taking her place.

From afar you can see a red, black, and yellow boat getting closer and closer to the shore, though the Jokers seem to be slowing down and even- sinking? Oh god, Xavier is not going to like this.

It almost seemed like Bianca would win again, but that is until the spikes go through the side of their boat, ripping holes into it as it slowly fills up with water.

The Black Cats had won, making Enid scream with happiness as she jumps up and down with the Cup in her hands. Oh, you will never hear the end of this. Ajax and Xavier are sitting at a table, both sulking while staring down at the piece of cake that they had gotten. They were so upset with their loss, that they couldn't even take a bite of it.

"You guys did amazing, I am sure that you will win the next cup!"

Xavier only huffs, pushing the cake around with the fork.

Both Xavier and Ajax are extremely competitive, so they took the loss extremely personally. But, you believe in them. You always do.

When Xavier had told you that Wednesday found his private art studio and asked him to the Rave'n, your heart broke a little. Somewhere in your mind, you had hope. Hope that he would ask you to the dance. But he seemed so happy. So happy that the girl that he admired asked him to the dance.

Since then, he barely talked to you. No more movie nights, the seat next to him was always taken by the deadpanned girl, and even during lunch, he would barely say anything. Texts would be left on seen and calls would be ignored.

The news of Xavier basically being dumped for the Rave'n should upset you. And in a way, it does. You knew that he admired Addams, but if she hadn't blown Xavier off, you wouldn't be here right now.

"She just totally messed it up. Sneaked into my studio just to accuse me of the most outrageous shit," Xavier scoffs, his hands running through his hair, almost pulling it out of his scalp.

"Hey," you lean closer to him, taking hold of his hands. "We can go to the Rave'n if you want? At least neither of us will be alone."

Your fingers slowly comb through his hair, taking out some small knots on the way. He only nods, staring down at the floor.

"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

Your outfit matches Xaviers perfectly. His suit was nice and crisp, decorated with a small black ribbon around his neck. You added a ribbon around your wrists and neck, almost acting as a necklace with matching bracelets. You hold onto his arm with a bright smile as the two of you walk through the Quad and towards the Rave'n.

"I'm so happy you got that stain out," Xavier laughs. "Remind me to never eat anything with ketchup when I wear something white."

"I tried to! But you insisted on it," you giggle, greeting Thornhill before entering the prom.

The room is decorated with bunches of white flowers, sparkles, lights, and what seems to be ice sculptures. It is truly a sight.

"Punch?"

"Have anything to spike it with?"

You let out a gasp before elbowing Xavier, shaking your head with a laugh.

"No, but we might be able to get something from Ajax later tonight."

Both of you take a cup of punch, smoke coming out of the cups. It looks kind of intimidating, but at least it tastes good.

You had sat down with Devina, Kent and Xavier, though Xavier is more quiet than usual.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, looking up at him. "Is it Wednesday?"

He turns his empty glass in his fingers, letting out a soft sigh. He doesn't want to be upset, but the feeling of being dumped like that still hurts him in a way.

"Yeah," a smile makes its way on his face. "I'm sorry. I do really like being here with you."

Your cheeks feel warm and your heart feels like it will explode, so you take his hand, softly squeezing it before nodding.

"If you want to leave, you can always tell me."

"Yo!" Ajax hurries over before he taps Xavier on his shoulder. "Check that out!"

Everyone looks over to where he is pointing at. Wednesday Addams. Her gown is black instead of the usual white and she is accompanied by some Normie. Huh, you would never have guessed that that was what she was into.

"Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon."

It's true. The girl does really pull off the look, even though you never expected her to enjoy the Rave'n. But, to be totally fair, her face looks almost disgusted as she takes in the decorations. Your eyes fall on Xavier, who is back to having barely any emotion on his face as his eyes are just fixated on the Addams girl.

Without any warning, Xavier stands up, walking towards Wednesday as she pours some punch into two glasses. You try and ask him what he is doing, but decide to hold your tongue.

You were so excited that he finally talked to you again after ignoring you for Wednesday. He finally returned to his old self, but the second the darkly dressed girl stepped into the room, it is like you didn't exist anymore. Wednesday herself never did you any wrong, and that is why it makes you mad at yourself. How can you be so annoyed with a girl that has nothing done wrong?

You just wish you were her. You wish you could pull off her hairstyle, be deadpanned, and be intimidating while also being beautiful. But most of all, you wanted the attention that she got from Xavier.

"You okay?" Kent whispers, looking at you with his eyebrows creased.

He spent a lot of time with you while you were being ignored by your best friend, so he kind of knew what was going on. You only nod, averting your gaze down to your empty cup. Did you not mean anything to him? Come on, Y/N. Stop exaggerating, he can have other friends.

When you look back up you see that he is still talking to an uninterested Wednesday.

"I'll be right back," you mumble, picking up the hem of your dress before going through the exit.

The music here is quieter and the lights are dimmed. Even though you can hear the talking and dancing in the room right next to you, you still feel alone. Are you a bad friend for wanting Xavier's attention? Are you being too jealous? Or maybe you are just being too insecure.

You plop down on the couch, letting out a sigh as you stare at your shoes. Your heart wishes that this evening would have gone differently. You could go out and have fun with the rest, yet you sit here, sulking.

It doesn't take long to hear another pair of footsteps.

"Whoever invented high heels clearly had a side hustle as a torturer."

You look to the side, seeing Wednesday pull on her heels. You let out a chuckle, shrugging.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. You know what they say; suffering tests a woman."

"Speaking of suffering," the girl turns around, looking at you. "Where is your date? I didn't see you and Xavier on the dance floor. But I don't blame you, the music at this dance is appalling."

"We uh- I don't know. He walked off. Haven't seen him since he went up to you."

Wednesday hums, leaning back against the couch as well. If she had to dance one more time, she might start breaking her own legs.

"Wednesday? Can I ask you something?"

"You already are," she states.

You laugh awkwardly before you breathe in. Your hands are shaking, making you feel stupid for asking.

"How... How did you manage to get Xavier's attention?"

She raises an eyebrow, looking at your face. You don't dare to look at her, though. It was already embarrassing for you to ask this question, you don't want to see her judgemental stare.

"If I knew, then I would immediately stop it. He is annoying and only stands in my way," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "Why? You are his best friend, does he not pay attention to you?"

"I wish he did a little more."

A sad smile on your face before you push yourself up, stretching your legs. Wednesday can't help it.

"Well," you nod, looking back at the Rave'n. "You look beautiful today, Wednesday."

As you walk off, you hear her respond.

"Xavier is an incredible idiot for not seeing how disgustingly in love you are."

This evokes a real laugh out of you. It is hard to absolutely hate the girl. But she is right. Then again, maybe you should have said something.

"Yo, yo, yo! Almost eleven o'clockity, so haul it out on the dance floor one last time before the Rave'n says Nevermore!"

Just as you enter, Kent pulls your arm, pulling you onto the floor for the last dance of the evening. You know what? Fuck it. Together with Enid and Kent, you do some weird moves, jumping and swinging your arms to the music.

You don't care anymore. You want to have fun with your friends, and though it would have been more fun with Xavier, you have to accept that he just... Doesn't feel the same.

You look up confused when you feel splatters on your face. Did the sprinklers go off? When you look at Kent, you see that red liquid is dripping down on his face.

"Kent? Are you hurt?"

Before he can answer, the sprinklers turn on fully, coating everything in a layer of red liquid. Is this blood? You look down at your dress and hands which are now stained. What kind of prank is this? People start screaming, trying to hurry out of the room, making you pick up your pace as well. The floor is extremely slippery as you almost fall over multiple times. Where is everyone? Where is Xavier?

As you reach the exit, you see Xavier and Tyler bumping into each other.

"What the hell are you doing, man?!"

"I'm just texting my dad," Tyler looks the guy up and down. "He's on his way. Have- Have you seen Wednesday? I lost her."

"How should I know," Xavier sneers, turning back around to leave already. "She's your date."

"Xavier?"

He looks back at you once before walking off. You pause for a second, frozen in your place before you faintly hear Tyler asking if you're alright.

"I uh- Yeah. Sorry for Xavier."

After you finally washed all the paint out of your hair and off of your skin, you decide that you want to visit Xavier. He was definitely still not doing fine, and though he blew you off, you just had to make sure he was okay. After all, you were still his date today.

Dressed in your pajamas you sneak out of your room and towards the hall that Xavier stays in. He must have showered now as well. You hate to admit it, but even covered in the paint, he was still amazingly pretty.

"Xavier?" You whisper-yell, knocking on the door of his room. "Xav- Can you let me in, please? If Coach sees me here he will kill me."

The door swings open, revealing an annoyed boy hiding behind it. You sneak in quickly as the door closes behind you.

"What?" He asks, biting on his cheeks. He wanted to be alone, yet you are here now.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing," you shrug. "Seeing Tyler after he beat you up can't be too nice."

"I'm doing perfectly fine, thanks."

"Xavier, you and I both know-"

"Stop," he glares down at you. "There is no such thing as you and i."

His tone breaks your heart. What is he talking about?

"How would you feel if the person you like would show up to the Rave'n with some shit normie? Knowing you are stuck there with someone who isn't her?"

"Xavier! She left you for nothing," you scoff. "I have always been there for you. Always! When you broke up with Bianca, when you had to stay here because your father didn't come to pick you up, I invited you to sit with me during the Visiting Weekend-"

"Oh yeah!" He throws up his arms. "You are such a good person, Y/N."

So... sarcastic. Were you really that bad of a friend?

"And why do you even care that much? You are literally just exaggerating! You have been blowing up my phone for no reason knowing that I was busy!"

"Because I wanted my best friend back! You have been so obsessed with Wednesday-"

"So this is about Wednesday?" He scoffs, crossing his arms. "She has done nothing wrong to you! Never! You are just bitching and being mad because she is better than you. Is all of this literally because I like her? Is that why you're mad? Jealous?"

"What if I am?! What if I just want even an ounce of your attention? Wednesday doesn't even like you!"

"Don't," he leans closer to you, gritting his teeth. "Talk shit about her. Leave."

He points to the door.

"Leave!"

The tears that had piled up in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks. Never did the boy talk to you like this, not once in the few years that you have been befriended.

You walk out the door, not one more word said to him as the door gets thrown shut behind you. If only you could find a way to forget about him. Maybe it would have been better if you never met him at all. You knew that you would never be like Wednesday, but were you not good enough?

What if you tried some type of spell or brainwashing? Surely someone in Nevermore has some type of way to make you forget. Even only a small amount of weed from Ajax would help. What if you make Wednesday torture you until you forget? God, you wish you could just say the word and forget-

A word to forget.

Bianca.

You hurry towards the room belonging to the Siren. She knows how you feel. She must help you. You will do anything for her to help you.

"Bianca!" You knock on her door, breathing in shakily as stray tears fall down your cheeks. "Bianca, please."

The door opens slowly, revealing a confused Bianca. A towel is resting on her shoulders and she is also already dressed in her sleepwear.

"Please," you sniff. "Use your Siren Song. Make me forget Xavier. Please."

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request: What if Y/N is really sensitive to tickles (like, sides and thighs), to the point that if it gets even a little too rough, the laughs quickly turn into tears. Can we get a rise!boys x reader (you can decide gender) where they individually find out how tickle-sensitive Y/N is? Bonus if there's a gentle apology tickle sesh <3 ~🌺👸

🝮 “ tickle-fest ”

rise!boys x reader (indiv.)

author’s note: hihi !! my bad for how long it took to do this uwu did it at my own leisure (though, maybe a tad bit over that 👉👈 some of them aren’t very “tears after tikl… ti… tickling? Oh my I forgot how to spell that for a second—ah, anyways, enjoy please !!

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┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

It hadn’t been easy warming Raph up to you. Being a human much smaller than he was and with much more fragile skin than his, he was walking on eggshells when it came to ensuring he didn’t hurt you. His hands would flinch and hesitate before resting themselves on your shoulders. His legs would lock up his position when he heard you near, especially if you were behind him. And never would he approach you without a warning of where he was, a little “ behind ya! “ or a “ Hey, comin’ in. “

It was especially bad when his feelings for you developed. They came so suddenly, nearly toppling the big guy over when you asked him of all people if he was okay one day. He wasn’t—the mission that day was far too stressful. He lost sight of his brothers as they tried to reason with a tree yokai—an ent, much heavier than he was with branches far more than capable of causing harm to his brothers without his tough skin and spiky shell. They totally held their own, as they always did, but with lives as dangerous as theirs?? No one could really blame Raph for his worries. And worst of all, he couldn’t share any of these feelings, not with anyone, lest he wanted to risk his responsibilities and confidence as their leader.

How could he falter? Would his brothers take on his fears if he dared share them? April would try to reach out to him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to share such heavy baggage with her.

Raph insisted he was fine. April always knew he was lying.

But, she respected his space, within reason.

Never would he have expected you to ask him how he was though, and somehow that ended up being the little drop of water that broke the dam. In your arms, he poured everything out, shaking the whole time. You stroked gentle touches down his neck, sometimes reaching out to trace little circles and hearts against his chest—knowing full and well that he could feel it.

When he calmed down, Raph jolted backwards, afraid to have made so much contact with someone he saw like glass. To his surprise, not only were you unharmed, but you encouraged him to return to your loving arms, and he would be a liar if he said that he hated it or found them uncomfortable.

And that was how you managed to get him to warm up to you, becoming a bit more playful, much more likely to embrace you, to seek your company. You frequented the lair more, and he would always rush to you once he was free. You would lay together in his room, hearing his most vulnerable emotions—just you. You were the apple of his eye. Raph relaxed around you, let down some guards, and allowed his hands to stroke your skin just how yours did his.

And that, dear friend, is how he discovered how ticklish you were—right on your tummy. It surprised him when one day, while running his fingers mindlessly against your skin, you began fidgeting. He tried again, and this time you started laughing, pushing his hands away.

Today, he was doing the same thing. You were both together, laughing and being close as usual, when suddenly he towered over you and gave a toothy grin. Oh no, not that look, please—anything but THAT look! He pushed your shirt up a bit—respectfully so— and immediately began assault on your tummy!

You squirmed and shrieked, fighting to escape the torture that made you laugh so bad. You couldn’t stop laughing and pleading.

“ Raph—Plehihiji—please! Let—hELP, I-I’M gonahahah—I’m g— PEE! “

“ Not a chance, Y/N. “

With empty threats, you pleaded, and he simply eyed you with a glint of enjoyment flickering through his eyes. Now began stage 2 of your fight for your life—kicking. It never usually reached this point, but you were desperate! Tears were pricking in your eyes and your laugh was starting to just become your mouth open and body jolting as if laughing but no sound came out.

Of course, when you’re someone like Raph with tough skin and a spiky shell, little human kicks don’t hurt at all. But, when you’re a human with easily torn skin, kicks against an alligator snapping turtle can be dangerous.

“ Y/N! I—I’m sorry, you’re . . . “

Raph was quick to catch when your cries weren’t done out of too much tickling. You gave a squeak of pain, halting your kicking abruptly, and suddenly Raph was brought back to an unpleasant memory of the past, one where a particularly purple turtle was hurt by him.

To omit the yucky details, let’s just say there was a bit of a ouchie-ouch on the sole of your foot. Raph quickly separated himself from you, putting an uncomfortable amount of distance between you both as he rummaged through drawers to find precious bandaids that were probably in every nook and cranny of the lair because of him.

“ Where are they, no, no, no, please. I didn’t mean to! “

Panicking, his shaky hands dumped bandaids into the drawer and quickly hurried to you with them and some Neosporin. Though, when he saw your teary eyes looking at him, Raph couldn’t help but freeze up. The materials were sat near you, but he kept his distance. His head hung to the right, like a puppy ashamedly holding their head down.

“ Raph? “

Y/N called with a low voice, reaching their hand towards him. A hesitant step back, and quickly you put the pieces together. It was just like before. Was he going to push you away now after this incident, too?

“ Raph, you can sit near me. It was just an accident, I’m not mad and it’s not even that bad of a cut! “

His eyes twirled light in them as tears glossed them up. Even so, even if you were okay—this just proved he was dangerous, right? This just proved he shouldn’t be so close to you, right? This proved every little thought he had every time he held you, every floating voice telling him, “ No, you are too close to them. You’re going to hurt them, it’s only a matter of time. You hurt everyone, Raphael. “

“ Y/N, please, you should be upset! I hurt you, it was only a matter of time. Just, LOOK at me? “

Fuming? He was fuming? Anger contorted his face as the tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks, leaving little trails that shone like crystals of sadness under the light basking his room. His eyes never met yours, staying fixated upon the floor.

This made your heart ache. You didn’t want to go back to when his hands would flinch, trembling as they gingerly touched your shoulders, your cheeks, your hands! You didn’t want him so afraid to touch you—you WEREN’T glass or tissue! You were resilient! After smearing the neosporin on your wound and pressing the bandaid neatly against your skin, your eyes traced his body while you spoke, noting the way he was so stiff yet quivering so visibly.

“ I AM looking at you, Raph. You didn’t do it on purpose, it was simply an accident, please—“

You leaned forward on the bed, reaching for him, but got startled when he jerked away, staring at you with eyes full of a kind of fear you hadn’t seen since the fight with Shredder years ago.

“ NO—Stop! I’m dangerous, just listen to me Y/N, and stay aw—Irk! “

He was startled as you suddenly leapt to him, his arms instinctively catching you. Guilt washed over him—he just said don’t touch him! But the way you held him and your voice cracked as you cried out,

“ Raph, you dummy! Listen to me, ”

Y/N pulled back, resting their weight upon Raph’s arms that held them securely with a little pinch of love. Their hands cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks in slow circles,

“ I know you think I’m made of glass or something dumb like that. You underestimate how strong I am, okay? Of course I may get hurt here and there by your little points, but hey, ”

His head leaned against your hand as you rubbed his tears away,

“ That doesn’t change how much I . . . How much I love you, okay? “

The look on his face coupled with the blush dusting your cheeks was adorable. Though you both knew it, neither of you had said it aloud. And, what better time to say it than after a tickle fight gone wrong?

His eyes traced your expression, clenching tightly closed before opening with the kindest, most loving gaze that made your heart skip, but not as hard as his next words did. Now THAT made your heart trip over itself.

“ Can I kiss you? “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Loving Mikey was easy—the hard part was figuring out how he loved you. The way he treated you, it was sometimes indistinguishable from how one loves a friend or how one loves a partner. Your heart fluttered when his smile called your name, but that same smile called to his brothers, to his sister, fathers, everyone.

One thing that you knew was only for you, though, was the way he always wanted your hand. Now, there was no doubt that Mikey loved physical touch. He climbed all over Raph, always hugged Leo and Donnie (who would give little headpats that Mikey loved. Mental note made!), and never missed a chance to high-five April when she came by.

But you? Silently, he would lace together y’all’s fingers together and carry on as such. These were the moments that made you wonder if how he felt for you was exclusively for you. The answer to that always escaped you, never having the heart to ask him.

That is, until the answer decided to find you itself. One day, his hands met yours. Everyone headed out of the room, and you moved to follow them, expecting Mikey to follow along like always. But instead, you were pulled back, landing gently into his hugging embrace. Mikey hugged you, which wasn’t out of character, but it struck you as odd that he would want to lag behind the others, especially with you. Your heart began spinning with joy, but that was quickly shushed—quiet down, my heart, please. Don’t jump to conclusions that could hurt us!

“ I love you, a lot. “

The words had frozen your body. After a few seconds, you dared lift your head and lost all words at the loving smile and look he used as his eyes held yours. A rush of emotion, and soon your lips had met his, locked in a kiss so sweet.

From that moment on, you were surprised to find out just how much Mikey enjoyed contact with you. Sitting together, your body would be against his, his arms draped over your frame and yours holding his hands. Little churrs would emit from his chest, low for your ears only as you laid against his plastron. You frequented his room much more, usually laying across each other while reading from his absurd collection of comics—you didn’t know what surprised you more, the sheer amount of them or the fact that he actually kept comics that weren’t just Jupiter Jim. There were other stories, and even some of his own made comics that starred him and his brothers. You loved reading the ones he made himself.

One day, in his room in front of a cute mirror he had found and painted the outskirts of himself, you tried on a new shirt. It was a tad bit short, revealing your stomach. With a few twists, turns, and poses, you still hadn’t settled on how you felt about it before Mikey came in and saw. You held your tongue, burning under his gaze, but he erupted with joy at how nice you looked in it! He especially loved the colors and designs on it.

“ Can I touch the trim? “

He asked, eyeing the bottom of your shirt with a look only an artist could have. You of course obliged, allowing him to see whatever it was he wanted to inspect. It was then that his fingers grazed your skin, pulling a few giggles from you as your hands quickly moved to push his. With a confused look, he quirked a brow ridge at you, grinning as the pieces instantly fell into place.

“ You’re ticklish, aren’t you? “

“ Absolutely not. “

A suspiciously fast response. No, really, you had countered his question so fast that there was no way it could be seen as anything but a “ Yes, absolutely! “. And so, the only thing going through your head as your legs buckled and laughter shook your body was “ god have mercy. “

No time was wasted by the mischievous orange banded turtle as his fingers tickled your exposed stomach. Your legs had buckled, hoping to dodge him and run for your life, but you hadn’t accounted for just how fast he could really be when locked in target!

“ MIKEY—NOOOOO! “

You screamed, as if you were a character in a game betrayed by the one they trusted. Which, technically you were. This wasn’t a game, but you were being betrayed by whom you trusted as his hands tickled and tickled and tickled you until all you could do was gasp for air and reach for the sky—ceiling?

The laughter falling from your lips encouraged him. It made he himself laugh—but no, Mikey needed to focus on his attack! He couldn’t laugh so hard that he became weak, like you and your frame which shook with earthquaking giggles right now as your hands tried to hit and push him. That made him laugh even more—you were laughing so hard that your hands were hardly even putting enough pressure to TOUCH him!

That did him in as he rolled over beside you, trembling as he held his stomach.

“ You sounded so sil—pffft—silly! ”

“ Oh YEAH? DID I? ”

Regaining composure, you were quick to flip up over onto him and hold your hands up with a downright DEVIOUS smirk.

And Mikey recognized the fate that was about to be bestowed upon him.

“ Wait—Y/N, hahaha, come oNAAAAAAH! “

Y/N’s hands came down to his sides, beginning their relentless revenge upon their assailant. Their weight on top of him was holding him down effectively.

“ No mercy! “

They cried out evilly, laughing as Mikey’s laughs turned from joy to tickled horror! Free him!

“ Y/N, Y/N PLEASE, I’LL DIE! “

The deviant in your smile slipped away, replaced with a loving smile. The way his eyes were squeezed shut and how his big grin let out the most contagious laughs. The relentless tickle-attack was about to be lifted, but instead you were met by Mikey’s knee slamming into your back accidentally.

“ OUGH! “

“ HH—Y/N! “

Y/N’s body lurched forward from the impact, chest hitting against Mikey’s plastron and their noggin smacking right into his. The clonk sent you both rolling on the floor, opposite of each other and holding your heads. A string of whispered curses left both of your mouths as you squirmed in mutual pain! Who knew that tickling could become so painful for all parties involved?

Amidst your rolling, you both had began settling down, resting on your side and facing each other.

“ Euughhh… “

Mikey and Y/N groan, eyes fluttering open to meet each other’s. The giggles subsided, silence overtaking the two as they searched each other’s eyes for something. Mikey, looking for any pain, maybe even fear or hate for him hurting you. Y/N, looking for any pain, sadness, fear—and possibly even a hint of love. The silence turned into a melody of the two’s laughter, the sounds intertwining, weaving into a jovial harmony. With a few little nudges and scoots, Y/N and Mikey met their noggins once again, this time with a soft affectionate touch instead of a violent thunk. Their hands came together just as lovingly.

“ … “

Y/N’s eyes lowered to where their hands hugged. A content smile met their features, followed by a loving sigh as eyes trailed back to meet the bubbly ones that followed, hand in hand, curious of what had your attention.

“ So? Is the shirt weird on me? I’m not exactly the spitting image of those you normally see wearing this. “

Your eyes escaped, laced with a glint of anxiety and a pinch of discomfort. The fleeing gaze was brought back by Mikey’s hand, stroking your cheek.

“ Everything looks amazing on you, Y/N! “

He leans up, placing a sweet kiss upon your forehead.

“ Do you like it? “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

Surprisingly enough, loving Donnie as much as you do now was not all that hard. If anything, it wasn’t even planned. The hard part was getting him to reciprocate.

You were a school friend of April’s, roped together by the dreaded “Group Project”. Little did you know, this group project soon turned into a “Group-Run-From-Some-Big-Lizard-Mutant-Thing!???” Without skipping a beat, April sent out a little “ help! doing a project with a potential NORMAL HUMAN FRIEND and a mutant has appeared? “

The two of you were saved by four highly impressive men—wait no… no, that’s a turtle? No, a frog? No, no, turtle frog men? No, that can’t be right?

“ Watch out! “

A voice startled your thoughts immediately as metallic arms gave only a second to respond before they yanked you away from the much larger and redder of the four thumping down where you once laid. Your eyes met the cold ones of your savior, who narrowed them with a clicking of his tongue.

“ Maybe you should leave zoning out for when you’re safe?! “

“ Donnie! “

“ Donnie… “

He was scolded by your dearest groupmate, April, and you found yourself parroting the name she said. Now he didn’t seem all that fond of you already!

But, that first impression dissolved over time. Knowing their existence now, you were more inclined to ask April to let you see them. After a few visits, you would even begin going to see them on your own—without her as your safe little guard as you got to know these brothers.

Donnie, though? Now he was who you were most interested in. His lab was where you gravitated towards the most, especially when visiting the lair on your own. Your comfort zone had extended from April’s side to the lab of a rather recluse scientist.

At first it seemed like you were an annoyance—a pain in his neck, maybe even a thorn in his side? That slowly subsided as you came to know not Donnie, but rather Donatello.

Donatello was someone who had quiet kindness, the kind of nice that gets overlooked—unnoticed for a while. Had you compared the lab before your time and to now, you would have noticed easily that some shelves were a bit higher now, and the floors were less cluttered. Memories of you tripping and bonking your head flooded in, followed by the split seconds of worry you caught on the purple-banded turtle that melted into misplaced frustration as you got carted straight out of the room. Then, you had thought it was the last straw, but now? You knew it was simply him getting you away to basically … “ Y/N proof ” the place.

The spark between y’all had grown during one night that had left Donnie completely and utterly vulnerable.

By this point, you had spent so much time with Donnie that you could proudly vocalize your title as “ Assistant Scientist! “ In fact, you were even more proud to say you could always catch the split second smiles on the Great, Genius, Bad-Boy-Who-Never-Smiles Donatello when you entered his lab. The smirks he gave when you connected dots during his scientific spiels, the big-eyed worry he had whenever you made an “ ouch! ” or a “ dang it! “ or any less-favorable expletives, even the stiffness his body had before jumping into action when his eyes caught your frame entering an active battlefield—all of it, you noticed. Donnie was a book you had read cover to cover, many times over.

Maybe part of him had noticed that, too, because you were the one who was reached out to immediately during one particular accident on a solo-patrol.

With feet running so fast that they rivaled that of Hermes and his winged shoes, you clambered desperately down narrow alleyways, cluttered paths, and much-less-worn trails. You were blindly following a help signal sent to your phone by Donnie—it had quite literally spooked you out of bed. I mean, him? Donnie? He of all people? Reaching out to YOU of ALL people? The intrusive thoughts plowing through your brain were increasingly terrifying, fueling your breathless rush to the destination all the more.

With one last glance towards the coordinates, Y/N’s eyes rose to catch their surroundings. A park? They were at a park? What was he doing somewhere like this, this late at night? Under the cloudy moonlit skies, their footsteps crunched autumn leaves until stopping as the faintest of beeping was heard. Then, there was a stomach-turning stench that whisked through you, followed by whimpers hardly louder than the wind itself. Moving closer, Y/N saw a glimpse of purple and rushed around the bushes to find the frame of none other than the Genius Scientist himself, terribly injured and with his battle shell casted away a few feet.

“ Donnie …? “

Y/N whispered, with a voice just as low.

His hand was over his neck, digits trembling upon where the purple tech that encased his shell usually laid. With a sharp inhale, he turned to you with watery eyes that sent tears blurring your vision.

“ You’re, you’re hurt, Donnie, why did you call me? “

You were by his side immediately, his weight leaning into yours as you swiftly yet gingerly hoisted the violet vigilante up with his arm casted across your shoulder.

“ You’re—haaahhh— you’re the only one I trust to do this, ‘Assistant Scientist’ “

His joking behavior—though if it were under any other circumstances, surely a blush would paint your cheeks—was frightening enough, as was the journey back to his lab.

The two of you managed to sneak in under the radar, and when you dropped him to the bed, albeit a bit harshly, you hadn’t missed a single beat with the interrogation.

“ What happened to you? And … ”

Y/N’s eyes glanced to the purple tech through the doorway, laying illuminated by fluorescent fixtures in the center of the lab.

“ and … why was your battle shell so hot? ”

They recalled half an hour earlier as their eyes laid upon the faint red of burns on their fingertips.

Before Donnie’s warning, call—no, beg— to not touch his battle-shell, Y/N’s hands were already grazing the underside of the purple shell before a hissing leapt from their throat as the chilling rush of red-hot warmth nipped at their fingers. Desperation to get him home grew overwhelming as the realization that the scent they caught earlier had been akin to that of … well, you were frightened to complete that thought.

You shook your head, chasing that scary memory away, looking from the shell in the other room back to Donnie. He didn’t seem to want to talk much, so instead you settled for rummaging through his things for medical supplies. After a few moments, you heard him speak up, repeating his statement again with a groan. With a quick glance, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him leaning over in his seated position on the bed’s edge, flashing a weary grin.

“ I meant it, you are the only one I trust to help me with this. “

That night, a few years ago from today, had become a beloved memory for you, despite how much it had your heart racing. It had also become the exact reason why whenever Donnie had solo-patrol, you were always at his side. But, without that frightening night, you wouldn’t be where you are now—on the floor of a particular scientist’s lab, a giggling fit as said genius was relentlessly tickling each sensitive area on your body. Curses slipped your lips as you kicked and flailed, trying desperately to pry his hands away from their main target: your neck.

Did you know just how ticklish necks are? Clavicles, shoulders, but especially the back of your neck.

This assault had begun when the unsuspecting Y/N happily obliged to help look over Donnie’s latest invention. While you weren’t even nearly as intelligent as this literal sentient computer (hell, he might even be smarter than that), you, as the officially appointed “ Assistant Scientist ”, had definitely picked up a thing or two! Enough that you were upgraded to being his reviser, the second pair of eyes that looked over his work. With your guard fully down, your beloved Donatello began his relentless tickling of your neck as you were firmly and lovingly pinned to the floor.

The fit of giggles that erupted from your chest as you thrashed under the weight of the turtle sitting comfortably upon your derrière were quickly taken as his reward.

Weakly, Y/N kicked and squealed as tears pricked their eyes. Their cries grew hoarse and then into quiet gasps and silent laughter as the tears stained their cheeks. The experience had left them so out of it that they hadn’t noticed the tickling ceased until oxygen filled their lungs once more.

“ You, you trai … Let me catch my breath, you—you snuck up on me! Hast thou no honor? No shame? “

Y/N slipped from under their bully, lifting into a cross legged position as the other let out a genuine laugh seldom heard.

“ Hmm, let me check my calculations once more, “

His lips quirked up into an annoying grin as he tapped on the tablet attached to his forearm before his eyes looked up at you—ah, that look, had your heart skipped again? Y/N’s eyes quickly avoided him which only transformed his grin to a victorious one.

“ I am 98% devoid of shame! “

“ Uh-huh, and—pray tell—what about that missing 2%, oh all smart and powerful Sir Donatello? “

“ Realistically speaking, you can never be 100% confident. “

“ Why you—! “

An inaudible squeak erupted the genius as Y/N lunged forward to tickle him back, only to have their hands grabbed swiftly and intertwined in his.

“ Though, I was 100% sure you would try to get revenge. “

“ 100? Check your math because I almost didn’t do it! “

Y/N gave the cheekiest grin, only to have Donnie’s hands wrap around them and pull them flat against his plastron, his hand holding your head against him.

“ But you still did it. “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

“ … “

“ Ah… “

Y/N and Leo stared at each other, then the amalgamation of burnt mush between them, and then back to each other again.

“ On the bright side, we’ll know we aren’t on cooking duty next time? “

Leo cracked a grin before both of you stiffened instantly at the, “ WHO BURNT SOMETHING? “ echoed from across the lab. A fit of giggles escaped you as the blue banded dinner-criminal in front of you uttered a signature “ gyuu “ before tugging your frame through a quickly made portal as you two made your escape!

While running along the rooftops with an exhausting amount of stamina, leaping down into his arms whenever there was a jump a little too high for your legs to comfortably hop down, and laughing out what little oxygen was left in your lungs here and there, an important memory swirled to the forefront.

See, when it came to loving Leo, you never expected to be charmed by someone so …

Infuriating?

Sure, that sounded right. When you appeared into the brothers’ lives, it had happened at a Jupiter Jim movie showing. You and them were the only folks in the theatre, since it was a rerun of a previous movie that seemed to not be as much of a fan favorite. While you were the perfect example of how one should behave in a theatre, these rowdy brothers were quite the opposite.

Highly vocal about their disagreements with stuff in the movie, popcorn exploding in the air as they dramatically reacted to plot twists—like come on! How many years has this movie been out? No way they hadn’t seen it, what, did they live under a rock for god's sake?! But what really marked the line in the sand was when the beloved climax of the story came, one that had the most beautiful colors and framing you could ever see in any other movie.

On the edge of your seat, awaiting the dazzling display, the four brothers erupted from their seats and cheered louder than the movie’s volume. Each time you tried to look around them, it seemed almost too planned how they managed to cover your desperate gaze.

“ UGH! ENOUGH, YOU—“

Y/N yelled out in boiling anger, pointing towards them with a spiel on “ just how unruly they were ” prepared, but their throat seemed to dry up instantly when their faces all turned to them, revealing faces that just weren’t human.

The first of you all to respond and approach was a boy obscured by a blue beanie and scarf. He flashed a shaky grin and gave a polite bow with the nerdiest voice.

“ We apologize for being so rowdy, and I hope our snazzy turtle costumes aren’t spooking you too much! “

The fading memory brought a smile as Y/N dropped into Leo’s arms once more, walking hand in hand on the rooftop. He cracked an unknowing grin at your smile, and you squeezed his hand before letting go and walking towards the railing to gaze up at the sky.

“ Remember when we first met, Leo? “

“ Psh, yeah, at that Jupiter Jim showing of my favorite movie ever? You were completely enchanted by me, how could I forget? “

“ What? Enchanted?! “

Y/N sputtered out a laugh, whisking around to lock eyes with their love.

“ I was not enchanted, I was annoyed! You and your brothers were being disruptive and then you tried to pass off as cosplayers. “

With a snort, they turned back around and looked up at the stars. Y/N leaned against the railing, elbow as weight and head resting in their open palm. There was a comfortable silence blanketing the two now, likely with Leo trying to figure out some witty comeback to combat that with. A few thoughts crossed your head, figuring out if you should speak again or continue in this quiet moment beneath the stars—rather romantic in and of itself already, if you did say so yourself. This made you smirk for a second, shaking your head before deciding on the perfect thing to say next.

“ I would say I’m enchanted now, though. “

“ … “

The silence was not comfortable this time—honestly it was more awkward than anything you could imagine experiencing at this second— so with a tilt of your head, looking over your shoulder, there was a star-struck ninja illuminated by moon’s light. His eyes looked through yours with a warm kindness that felt like home. It took everything in you to not break this silence, wishing to stare into those eyes forever. Alas, embarrassment under such a loving gaze resulted in you nervously stuttering out your words, contemplating on turning back to the sky.

“ He-Hey, you okay? Are you good? “

“ You’re so important to me. “

“ Whuh— “

Snaking around your waist were his arms, snug against your frame as his chin rested on your shoulder. Your face flushes as your bashful gaze returns to the sky, catching a star here and there. A gentle kiss was pressed upon your cheek, resulting in you loosening against him and giving a content smile. With your head against his plastron and the stars captivating you in what could’ve been an absolutely romantic moment, there was the mischievous smirk that went unnoticed.

Leo pulled away slowly, his hands resting upon your hips.

“ I’m only doing it ‘cause you’re too cute. “

“ What? “

In merely a second, his fingers snaked under your shirt and tickled your sides relentlessly. A screech escaped your lips as you struggled and squirmed away, only to be held in place by one of his arms while the other continued tickling you.

“ LE—HHH—LEO PLEAAAAAAAH! STAH—STOP IT! DEMON! DEEEEEEMOOOOOONNN!! “

The two of you plunged to the ground from your frantic kicking, the blue culprit laughing all too hard while you struggled to cry for help between heavy inhales, sucking air in before your traitorous laughter emptied you all over again.

“ LEEEEEE—-!!!! “

Soon, Y/N’s struggling slowed down out of exhaustion until the two laid upon the rooftop with scattered giggles and chuckles. You wiped away tears from your eyes, rolling away from Leo with a playful shove and a glare that said, “ don’t you dare do that again or else! “ He flashed you puppy eyes, holding out his arms to beckon you on back.

So, of course you left him hanging for a bit, watching as he pouted—all a ruse, of course! Don’t be fooled!! And you weren’t, you stood your ground until he simply muttered a “ c’mere “ and pulled you back over to him. Head resting on his shoulder, his own hand pulling yours to rest on his plastron, and now you both look up at the sky where gray clouds fly by ever so slowly upon the navy blue landscape, illuminated by a full moon. The two of you basked in its gentle glow. Silence wrapped its arms around you both, allowing the beeps and distant shouts of the below New York world to supply ambiance.

“ So, do you think Mikey’s found our mess? “

“ Think? “

Leo tilted his head to you, confident in his next response,

“ I wouldn’t be surprised to see him swinging over from right over there. “

His finger pointed at the rooftop across from the one you laid on. A snort escaped you at the image of an angry Mikey booking it towards you both.

But, for now there was no angry brother in the distance hunting you down—well, that you knew of at least, so you settled for snuggling closer against his shoulder with a little tremble (which went unnoticed, as his arms hugged you tightly for a second then loosened, his hand moving to rub your arm fast enough to generate some heat!)

Once more, silence blanketed you both as a game of “ I spy ” and “ What Shape is the Cloud ” ensued.

Said silence was broken as y’all pointed up and screamed,

“ THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE JUPITER JIM?! ”

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bat3s · 1 year

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Could i get slashers with an s/o that has hip/leg problems to where they cant walk very much and sometimes cant move their legs due to pain? My legs move out of socket a lot and it usually ends with me collapsing or having to lay down :") (Sorry if that doesnt make sense please feel free to ignore if it doesnt)

I'll try my best! Hope you like it!! Sorry this took so long to write 😅

Slashers with an S/O who has hip/leg problems (OG Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Sinclair brothers, Jason Voorhees)

Michael Myers

He would notice your pain without you having to say anything

Michaels silently standing in every room you're in so he's much more familiar with you than you may realize

Doesn't say anything about it but if you ask he'll let you hang on him for support

Other times when he notices you struggling he'll silently hold out an arm for you to lean on

He might actually just scoop you up and take you where you need to be

Michael also steals a bunch of painkillers for you

You come home one day to find a pile of various bottles and a handful of other pills you can't identify

He's helping :)

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy goes way out of his way to help you

He'll drop everything for you, much to Hoyt's displeasure

He can be a bit overbearing at times but if you ask him to dial it back he will

But otherwise he's at your beck and call

Thomas will carry you everywhere if that's what you want

Luda Mae will also accommodate you as much as possible usually by making sure your chores are ones you can do sitting down, like laundry

Feels really guilty that there's nothing he can do to take away the pain

If you ever collapse in front of him he'll scoop you up immediately

He'd be absolutely inconsolable that he didn't help you sooner

Bo Sinclair

At first he just thinks you're being lazy/coming up with excuses

If he's in a particularly bad mood he might snap and yell at you

After a while he realizes that you're in a lot of genuine pain and he'll start to feel a bit guilty about his treatment of you

He probably only realizes when you fully collapse though

He's too prideful to say anything though, let alone apologize

But he'll silently try to make things easier on you

He'll offer to let you lean on him when there's no where to sit

Otherwise he'll pull you down to sit on his lap

If you ask him to carry you he'll groan about it but will do it with no hesitation

Vincent Sinclair

Notices right away

He notices a lot of smaller things like that

He'll always have a comfortable seat ready for you in his studio

He acts as a total mother hen

Always prompting you to sit down or lay down

At your side constantly

If there's anything he can get you to help with the pain he's running to get it

Heat pad, ice pack, pain killers you name it he's got it

He'll give up any seat for you unprompted

Lester Sinclair

Immediate concern

He believes you right away once you explain the problem to him

He notices that you're in pain but wasn't really sure of the extent of it

Most of your time spent with him is sitting in his truck while he drives or jumps out to pick up roadkill

When you're in Ambrose he is checking in constantly to make sure you're okay/if you need to rest

Jason Voorhees

He notices you're in pain and is immediately worried you're injured somehow

Becomes really protective because of that

When he checks you for injuries, you can explain it to him

At that point the concern is dialed up to a 10

He'd carry you everywhere if you let him

Otherwise he gets very worried and encourages you to stay in the cabin or in bed

Doesn't want you to go anywhere without him in case your leg moves out of its socket and he's not there to help

But he also doesn't want to be overbearing, so he'll probably let you go

He's still so worried though

Definitely sneaking around behind you just to be safe

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princessbrunette · 10 months

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i love your drabbles! what do you think of anakin's need to have his S/O scratch his back during sex? I imagine he'd cheekily be like "... get long stilleto nails ;) ;) ;)" when you're at the salon and later that night ask you to rake your nails down his back.

and then he's ask for you to do it HARDER.

and you'd complain like, "oh, ani, ani - i can't, i think my nail might actually break if i do it any harder..."

and he just moans that he'll buy you a new set if it does.

anakins not a bad listener.

but sometimes, he’s so distracted with his own thoughts about a mission, or drama around the temple that when you begin to ramble about your plans for the day… his mind kind of slips elsewhere. often staring off into the distance until you cup his cheek and refocus him. you don’t really mind most of the time though, you’re usually speaking your plans out loud just to use anakin as a human diary so that you don’t forget anything. however, at the mention of you going to the salon to get your nails done he perks up a little, looking you over with intrigue.

“can you get the sharp ones?” he interjects, making you trail off whatever you were saying to look at him in surprise. he didn’t know any of the terms of course, unable to differ from coffin shaped to almond if you asked him, but he knew what he did like, and why he liked them. when you don’t say anything, caught a little off guard he clarifies. “you know, the long ones? i like those ones a lot.”

you nod, a soft smile gracing your features as he stands from your couch, patting down his pockets in search of where he kept his credits. he didn’t have much money, the jedi being paid in pretty much dirt — but he liked to pay for things like your nails, which you figured was more for his self esteem, often muttering some kind of ‘what kind of man would i be if —’ line whenever you’d try and refuse him.

so you get stiletto nails from the salon upon his request, or as you like to refer to them, claws. you hadn’t gotten them done in this shape for a while, mainly because they were a bit of a nuisance — waking up having scratched yourself in the night or accidentally nicking yourself with them just trying to get dressed. they’d dull out and become more manageable after a week, but the first few days of having them they were at their sharpest.

you feel like a happy housewife running to show anakin your new nails funded by him when he arrives back through your door later that day, and he smirks in the most charming way as he takes your smaller hand, holding it up so he can get a good look. “very nice.” he praises, continuing on, but little did you know he liked it more than he was playing off, because he knew what they could do.

like clockwork, you end up on your back that evening, your own whines bouncing off the walls and exiting through the billowing curtains to your balcony. he looks like some kind of god, towering over you, ripped and smooth and it’s impossible to keep your hands off him as he grinds his dick up against your cervix making you howl.

“th’salright— you can scratch me.” he groans after you fumble out an apology for slicing his muscled back with your new nails. you’re reluctant, but figure he likes it from the way he moans when you do. his following “thats it.” spurs you on to continue, painting vibrant pink streaks down his skin that you’re sure will be visible the next morning when you wake up to him dozing in the early sun.

“ani, don’t wanna hurt you!” you whimper, clenching around him purely from the animalistic sounds he’s making, going to slide your hands away from his back. at the threat of removing your hands he all but wrestles them back into position desperately, burying his mouth into the crook of your neck so he can instruct you right in your ear. “baby please, c’mon, draw blood for me, why’d you think i like those nails so much, ‘uh?”

so you do, and he bleeds, and suddenly he’s having to slow his thrusts as to not bust right there and then before he’s given you the chance to get off. luckily for him, it doesn’t take long, because the way he moans for you, cursing and half slurring promises to pay for your next set if they break, you’re twitching around his length and mewling out through your orgasm.

#anon #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker smut #star wars smut #anakin smut

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r0-boat · 8 months

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hi. i just found your larry x housewife thing (I LOVED IT OMG I CRIE) and could I make a request of maybe she finds out he's been taking photos of the bentos and just finds it adorable?

(This is a part two of the previous Larry x housewife!reader head cannons! If you have not read part 1 please do so!)

Larry x Fem!reader

Larry takes pictures of things he finds beautiful; that being said his phone is filled with pictures of you, the foods you make for him and sleeping bird Pokemon.

You first found out about his little Hobby is when you are fetching his phone for him now you didn't mean to pry into his personal things you just so happened to see his gallery when you lifted up off the kitchen counter.

Your eyes widen when you saw it the first picture in his gallery was the lunch you made for him just a few days ago. Butterflies filled your stomach has heat rushed to your cheeks you had to stop yourself from squirming and embarrassment you didn't know your dear husband liked your little lunch that much. You just wanted to make sure he got a full meal at work. You knew you shouldn't be looking, but you just were so enthralled and flattered, you missed your husband, who was now out of the shower walking behind you.

You jumped when he called out your name, turning around and answering him with a simple "H-hi. I-i like your pictures." Larry isn't mad that you look through his gallery. His heart is beating fast. You can already see his cheeks turning red as he answers you immediately. "You do? Thank you."

You sit on the couch together and look through his photos Larry takes really good photos very clean and the lighting is almost perfect. You ask Larry to put his photos up on his social media but he declines. You asked him why and he responds " forgive me for being selfish but what my wife makes for me is for my eyes only."

Your eyes widen your heart beating fast and your face feeling hot your eyes drift away from his, unable to look away you just stare back at his phone. You never saw your husband as the possessive type, so hearing him say such a thing caught you off guard.

Your heart melted at all his pictures of bird Pokemon being cute. Most of them were his, sleeping, playing, or being weird. Your favorite one was his Staraptor, who decided to become a cat and sat in a box much too small for it. His feathers were fluffed up as he snoozed away. And a close-up photo of his flamigo that looked like she had a really long beak. An honorable mention goes to a picture of Tropius, who was lying in the front yard on his back soaking up the sun with Komala using his tummy as a bed.

Larry smiled with you through all the photos occasionally pointing out smaller details that you may have missed you looked so cute your eyes sparkling and that sweet smile on your face. Sadly the phone wasn't in his hands otherwise he would have saved that look forever.

#larry headcanons #larry pokemon #pokemon larry #gym leader larry #elite four larry #larry x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #Pokemon scarlet and violet larry #pokemon x reader #Pokemen x reader #Pokemon #pokemon imagines #Husband x reader #wholesome #sfw headcanons #sfw pokemon

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viiiiiiiiiin · 2 months

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Hiii viiiiiiiiin hope your day is going good your writing is really good😍😍💖💌❤💗🌹💋💞👍👍😭👏 so I was wondering if I could please request red hair pirates x reader(gender dosent really matter do what your comfortble with😊) and the reader has really cute personlity always giving everyone a hug/kiss to comfort them if they are having a bad bakes a almost all the time. Can be navie and too quick to trust people lol so innocent...always to the scenario i would like to request the reader makes a new friend brings them to the red force to meet the red hair pirates but later on the readers so called new friends starts to become mean often saying rude/mean comments to reader when reader crew mates arnt around their(red hair pirates) in readers innocent mind dosent really think or even tell them and tries to comfort their "new friend" but things only get worse. One day the reader new friend betrayes reader(does somthing really horrible) and makes reader cry and when the red hair pirates found out they ofc take action. By the way can you make this story end happliy?

Thanks so much for your hard work have a amazing day viiiiiiin!💗💗❤

Really appreciate you❤💌🥺😭👏💞💋🌹💋⚘⚘🌺🌹🌷🌷⚘🌷🌷🌷🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Red Haired Pirates x Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Red Haired Pirates , and Reader's "Friend"

A / N: THANK YOU !!! I'm glad you appreciate my work lol ! I hope you have an amazing day as well <33. I'm comfortable writing any gender ! I usually write GN readers though so anyone can fit themselves into the situation ! I can write for male or female readers too !! I hope this is up to your standards !!! If you'd like me to redo it lmk <33 enjoy !!

"Don't get yourselves hurt !!" You giggled while hugging Benn. You went to turn around to wander back onto the ship until you heard the clearing of a throat.

"Where's my hug , Reader ? You gonna leave me hangin' ?" You could recognize that voice from miles away. You turned your head , only for your gaze to be met with soft brown ones. You laughed again and embraced the red haired captain. Once you let go , he raised an eyebrow.

"Forgettin' somethin' , darling ?" He asked with a wide playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes and scoffed , kissing his chin. The feeling of his stubble tickled your own chin , making you smile.

"Heyyy ! What about me !!" You heard from beside you. You turned your eyes to the pouting sniper next to you. "I'm sorry , Yasopp ! Didn't mean to forget you." You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He laughed at your actions and put his arms around your smaller waist , swinging you around like a little kid.

"I'm not gonna put you down until you finish !" He laughed , causing you to laugh as well. You were beginning to get dizzy , so you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Once he felt your lips against his skin , he finally dropped you. You staggered on the ground for a moment , head spinning like crazy. "Come on , Yasopp ! That was mean !" You pouted , crossing your arms and huffing.

The crew started laughing at the pout that formed on your lips. You stumbled into Roux , who had ended up behind you. You were about to turn to him , but he picked you up. "And don't forget me , Reader !" He laughed as he squeezed your smaller form. You made a noise of surprise and laughed louder. You kissed his cheek and jumped out of his arms.

"Go on , boys. If ya don't go now , you're not gonna remember what you gotta get. Have fun !!" You cheered , jumping onto the deck and waving at them. You would join them soon since you had to get some new clothes , but you wanted to go alone. Because of this , you waited for them to go ahead of you.

You weren't worried about protection. You could protect yourself , that's why you're on the crew. Shanks trusted you to watch the ship until they got back. Though , you weren't gonna stay on the ship. Your little secret.

---

It's been over an hour since the guys left the ship. You walked out of your quarters (after your little nap) and grabbed your weapon. You thought you'd maybe grab a drink while you were out.

You snuck off of the Red Force with your weapon attached to your hip. You skipped into the vibrant town nearby , a goofy smile on your lips. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find a clothing store or a bar. You noticed a lot of stands , weapon shops , and many people walking up and down the streets.

Just as you began to lose hope , you noticed a medium sized building near a food court. The place had mannequins wearing outfits in the front window , so you assumed it was a clothing store. You smiled and walked into the store with a slight pep in your step.

"No . . No . . Aha ! " You picked up a top that matched one of the old ones you had , and you thought about grabbing it.

"That top would look cute on you !" You heard from next to you. You turned your doe eyes towards the woman standing next to you. She had beautiful , slicked back raven hair with vibrant blue eyes. She had pale skin and rosy cheeks that made her look adorable. She wore a white crop top with a heart cut on her chest. It had a turtleneck top to it and tightened underneath her breasts. She had black shorts and long , white high heels. She also had a star pin in her hair and her right arm had a tattoo sleeve on it.

You giggled and twirled with the top in your hand. "You think so ? Thank you !" You blushed , heart fluttering from the compliment. "Hey , would you want to help me find a top too ? You seem like you'd have great taste." She said kindly , smiling softly. "Of course !" You threw your arms in the air and smiled wider. She chuckled and brought you over to a section that she seemed to like.

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You two ended up spending 2 hours together. She even bought you all of the outfits you picked out and you bought hers ! After shopping , you two had went to go get some food. You learned that you two shared a favorite food , which made you two laugh. You two spoke smoothly to each other. It seemed like you both had a lot in common.

She was a pirate too ! She said her crew was a secret , however. You did tell her that you were part of the Red Haired Pirates , which surprised the hell out of her. Something about her reaction to that was . . odd. She asked you to bring her to your ship , which you obliged. You guys were gonna be docked here for a few days anyways.

As you got to the ship , you were surprised by a hug from Yasopp and Shanks. They squeezed you and said incoherent things. "Guys , guys ! I can't understand you when you're crying. What happened ? Are you guys okay ??" You asked like a worried parent , eyebrows scrunching.

"We thought you went missing !!" Drunken Shanks cried , smacking your head. The two guys finally let you go as you caught your breath. "I'm fine ! I met a friend ! We got some food and we got some clothes !! Her name is Rika !" You introduced as you walked over to her.

She chuckled and waved to your crew. "I'm Rika. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Some of the more drunken guys ogled at her beauty. Some came up to her , flirted , or just asked questions. You laughed and brought your clothes to your room.

When you came back out , you noticed Benn staring at you. You walked over to him and gently poked his arm to get his attention. "What's wrong , Benn ?" You ingeniously pondered as you stared at his serious face. "Also , what did i say about smokin' ? It's unhealthy. You're gonna kill yourself." You tried to take the cigarette from his lips , but he laughed and tilted his head upwards. Sadly , not even being on your tip toes made you tall enough. You grumbled and pouted.

"Fineee. But still , tell me what's wrong." You sat on the edge of the ship and swung your legs gently. "Nothin' , sweetheart. Nothin' you should worry about , at least." He patted your head and took a puff from his cigarette.

"I know ! Why don't I go make some brownies to make you feel better ?" You cheerfully jumped off of the ledge and smiled widely. As if on cue , Shanks walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Why don't cha make some for all of us , hun ?" He slurred , drunken giggles leaving his lips.

"Oh ! Sure ! I'll make some cake too !! A party for Rika , how does that sound ?!" You asked , causing the guys to cheer loudly. Rika chuckled and walked over to you. "I'm the baker on my ship , so why don't I help you in the kitchen ? It's the least I can do to help , Reader. You're my friend , after all !" She inquired with a strange look on her pale face.

"Are you sure ? I don't want to make you work !!" You turned to her and tilted your head. "Of course ! I insist !" The ravenette enthusiastically spoke. She put her hand in yours and you led her to the kitchen.

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"You put too much water into the batter." She said as she used her hips to push you away from the bowl. "Oh ! Sorry . ." You didn't think you added too much , but you've never really had outside opinions. You believed her. She said she was a baker , after all.

As you wandered around the kitchen , Rika often bumped into you. Sometimes , you'd fall over or hit your hips on the counters. You thought she was either messing around or making mistakes , so you didn't mention it.

"Oh my god , how can you fuck up brownies that badly ? Just let me do it." She huffed , shoving you away from the rest of the batter. You fell into the counter and groaned. "I'm sorry , I didn't mean to. I don't wanna make you do it , please let me help." You pleaded with her , putting your smaller hands on her tattooed arm.

In response , her face turned into one of anger as she pushed you off of her. "Do NOT touch me !" She snided as she mixed the batter together. "Oh ! I'm sorry." You looked sadly at her , making her scoff. "Don't look at me like you're the victim. You just assaulted me ! I don't see why someone like Shanks keeps someone like YOU around."

At her words , you teared up and sniffled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Is there any way I can make it up to you ?" You inquired , dejected. Your cheeks turned rosy from the face you were trying to hold back your tears.

"You can make it up to me by leaving the crew. They don't need you. You're such a nuisance , GOD. I bet they have you on here out of pity. Or maybe to use you as a scapegoat. You saw how they acted with me. They clearly like me better , and they've only known me for a few hours !" She raged , shoving you into the cabinet. As she spoke , she had slowly gotten closer and closer to you until you were against the wooden cabinet.

"But I -" You attempted to speak , but your throat burned. "You can't even take criticism from a friend. How sad. You're a pirate , act like it." She released you from the cabinet as she put the pans of cake and brownies into the oven.

You sat on the island counter in the middle of the room and twiddled your fingers. "Uhm . . I can watch them from here if you want to go back out to the party." You noticed the faint smell of alcohol on her clothes , so you assumed she was drunk. Maybe she'd apologize in the morning. "Good. Don't fuck it up , sweetheart." She said smoothly , clearly mocking the nickname thay the crew gave you. As she strutted out of the room , you couldn't help but think . . . Did they like her better ? Were they gonna throw you out ? Maybe they told her that. Maybe they're gonna throw you out in the morning.

You didn't realize that you started crying until a sniffling sound made its way to your ears. You used a paper towel to rub your eyes of the tears that threatened to fall. You smiled and stayed in the kitchen until the goods were done.

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Now , the crew was sitting around the deck , eating the treats you and Rika made. You walked over to the ravenette. You tapped her shoulder and watched as she quickly turned around and glared at you. "Yes ?" She harshly spoke , finishing her piece of cake.

"I'm sorry for making you upset earlier. I went into town and bought you a necklace since I remember you saying that you thought it was cute." You pulled the gift out of your pocket and handed it over to her. She nimbly pulled it out of your hand and examined it. She smiled and put it around her thin neck. "Thank you , Reader. I accept your apology." She smiled again. To anyone that wasn't her , it was seen to be fake. But someone else noticed. A certain gray haired , cigarette smoking man caught on. His eyes slowly followed her as she walked to speak to the others on the ship.

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It was now nighttime. Many crew members were passed out on the deck , and those who were able had made their way to their quarters for the night. You had brought Rika to your room and let her sleep in your bed. Instead of giving you some blankets , you slept on the cold wooden floor. You didn't mind , at all. What you found weird was how she kicked you out. Instead of being on the floor in your room , you slept in the kitchen.

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In the morning , you were awoken by someone shaking you. "What are you doing in here , Reader ?" You heard someone ask. You opened your eyes and blinked , taking in your surroundings. You attached the voice to the appearance of the guy in front of you. It was Lucky Roux. You had assumed that he came to make breakfast for the crew.

"Oh , good morning , Roux. I'm sorry if I'm in your way." You lazily sat up and rubbed your eyes. You yawned and stretched your limbs until you heard the satisfying pop of your joints. "You're not in my way. I'm just wonderin' why you're in here. Why aren't ya in your quarters ?" He asked , the sizzling of pans feeling your ears.

You smiled softly and yawned again. "I let Rika take my bed. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable , so I slept in here." Speak of the devil and she shall appear. The ravenette walked into the room and smiled softly.

"Good mornin' , you two." She waved and sat next to you. "I'm guessin' you're the cook ?" Tika pondered aloud. "Yep ! The name's Lucky Roux." His smile widened , but he didn't turn to her. Strange. He seemed to be iffy about her , but neither of you noticed.

The door opened again and you felt someone put their arms on your waist. You knew who it was when you smelled smoke and feint cologne. "Good mornin' , Beck !" You said happily , kissing his chin.

"Good mornin' , darlin'." He replied , putting his head against yours. Unbeknownst to you , sharp blue eyes lingered on the both of you. Those eyes burned holes in your head , jealousy bubbling in her heart.

"I'm almost done with breakfast. Can you three go wake up the rest of the crew ?" Roux asked , not turning his head as to not get distracted from his job. "Sure !" You answered , gently detaching Benn from your body. You jumped off the counter and led the other 2 outside.

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After waking everyone up and eating , you found yourself in the shower room with Rika. You had gotten undressed and in the bath while she took a shower.

"You know , your body is really . . Not interesting." She commented slyly as she washed her slick hair. You looked over at her and tilted your head. "What do you mean ?" You asked while you played with the bubbled in your warm bath.

"You got the attention of the entire crew looking like . . That. You must've done something. What did you do ? Are you some kind of witch ? I wouldn't doubt it , considering you look like one." She answered her own question while not even looking at you. Her words shot you through the heart. You were already pretty insecure and you thought you were getting better.

Even after the shower , her words replayed in your head. Did all of them think that ? Your thoughts were interrupted when you were tripped. "Oops ! Are you okay , Reader ?" Rika sarcastically asked , suppressing a laugh behind her hand.

"Yeah ! I'm fine !" You stood up and brushed your bottom half off. "Everyone makes mistakes !" You smiled and bowed your head gently. "You would know a lot about that , considering your parents made you." This time , she couldn't suppress her laugh. She walked off , swaying her hips as she entered the main area.

You stood there for a minute. Was she okay ? Did you upset her ? Maybe you should get her another gift.

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You had decided to take a walk in the town. You wanted to clear your mind and get Rika a gift to see if she'd forgive you. You know , after kissing and hugging the entire crew.

When on the way back , you wandered around the ship in an attempt to find her. You smiled when you finally found her. You were about to show her the gift , until you heard her voice.

"They don't suspect a thing. That stupid little pirate's bounty will be ours , captain. I can't believe you made me befriend them , though." She leaned against your wall and scoffed. "They're extremely annoying. I can't stand their voice ! Anytime I hear it , I want to rip my hair out." She ranted as she slammed her fist on the wall.

Your vision was clouded by hot tears. You continued listening , even though you knew it was wrong. "I just need to get them out of here. Their face pisses me off. If I don't get this done soon , I'm gonna end up beating them silly. God , I hate this. Why couldn't you put Killeen up to this ?" You didn't know who she was talking to , since you couldn't hear the other end. Though , her words were enough to send you over the edge.

You walked into the bathroom and locked the door. You fell to the ground and began sobbing. You had a problem in the past with insecurities. The Red Haired Pirates had helped you , and you thought you were past it. Her words , oh her words. They tore down any progress you thought you made.

You didn't know how long you were in there until you heard a knock on the door. You hadn't realized you were sobbing until you saw your face in the mirror. You quickly wiped your face and sniffled. "Yes ?" You croaked out , throat burning.

"Are you okay ?" It was Benn. He knew. You didn't know how , but he knew. You unlocked the door and just fell into his arms. You sobbed into his chest and gripped his shirt. He didn't say anything. Instead , he held you and patted your back. He rested his head on yours and rubbed your back. He let you cry for as long as you needed.

The smell of smoke lingering on his clothes , along with his gentle touch calmed you slightly. You finally managed to stop crying and you looked up at him. "Am I really -" "No. You're special to us , Reader. We already took care of Rika. Turns out she was a bounty hunter. Don't let people like her tear you down." You sniffled at his words and pulled away. He gently pushed you towards the kitchen , where you met Shanks , Yasopp , and Lucky Roux. Oh ! And Hongo.

Shanks walked up to you and pulled you in with his arm. "It's okay , Reader. You're so , so special to us. You're a Red Haired Pirate , yeah ? I wouldn't have you here if you weren't just the way you are." He smiled and laughed loudly.

You started laughing too , along with the others in the room. "Yeah , Reader. We love ya !" Yasopp chimed in , ruffling your hair. You continued laughing and hugged all of them.

"Thank you , guys." You teared up again , causing them to panic. "Woah , woah , sunshine ! We didn't mean to make ya cry !" Shanks panicked , hugging you again. "Yeah !" Hongo hugged you as well.

"It's not bad. I'm just . . So , so happy to be part of this crew." You sniffled and pulled away from them. "What happened to Rika ?"

As soon as you mentioned the woman , the men looked away and whisled. Shanks looked down at his wrist and put his arm behind his head. "Wellll ! Would ya look at the time ! It's time for us to check out the bar in town !" He changed the topic , marching out of the kitchen.

"Shanks !!" You giggled and ran after him. Any feeling you had disappeared. You didn't know why you doubted them. You knew deep down that you were wrong. You were loved and had as special place to the Red Haired Pirates

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lady-of-endless · 2 months

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I also love Cora 😍💕 Can you write something with him being deeply in love with a much smaller girl but he is afraid of getting intime because of his huge dick and doesn't want to hurt her. 😏

Size difference insecurity nsfw headcanons (Rosiante Donquixote - Corazon)

Author's Note: I can't put into words how much I love getting requests for Cora, it feels like a gift tbh. You are all so lovely! Thank you and I hope you will like it!

- Because he's all caught up in Marine work and keeping an eye on his brother's plans, Corazon doesn't really think about intimate life aspects.

- But now that he is enamored with you, he starts thinking about way too many things. I mentioned this in a previous request, but, when he cares about someone so deeply, he's a changed man. All full of worries and ways to get you happy.

- Imagine this: Corazon is lying in his bed after a long day, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he looks at the ceiling thinking about you. After a while, his mind will naturally slip into much more explicit thoughts and scenarios. In that particular moment, it hits him. He liked that you were smaller than him, he liked putting his coat on your shoulders and taking a look at how large it was for you, and he enjoyed picking you up randomly but in the bedroom...He feels tightness in his chest thinking about his size causing you pain.

- Since that realization, you get to see him in your daily life even more protective of you than usual, somehow even a little bit hesitant with physical touch.

- He's usually the one to initiate affectionate gestures in general but not anymore. You can feel how tense he looks but also how much he holds back.

- Of course, you'll notice something is wrong with him right away and you'll wait until you're both alone to talk to him. Somehow that talk gradually escalates into an intimate moment with gentle touches, sweet whispers, and soft embraces.

- When he's finally on top of you, with hazy brown eyes and sweaty temples, he stops and takes a deep breath. "Tell me again that you're alright with this, please..." He says in a breathy voice, looking into your eyes. "Do you trust me?" He asks with worry in his eyes, feeling himself twitching.

- After reassuring him once again, he asks for you to hold onto him. You know he's going to be careful but he also tells you that. For someone so good at acting mute in disguise, he'll get so vocal when he enters you slowly, breathing heavily next to your ear.

- Rosinante has incredible willpower and moves according to your reactions. He will constantly whisper words of praise and encouragement. He watches the crease from between your eyebrow and as it slowly fades away, his moves become a little more fluid

- You already know that the aftercare is top-notch. Even afterward, Rosinante will still be worried, asking you if you're feeling alright. He kisses your forehead before going to run a warm bath for you.

#one piece #corazon donquixote #corazon #rosinante corazon #corazon one piece #one piece hcs #one piece headcanons #corazon x reader #corazon hcs

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stickytrigger69 · 10 months

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angst fic with tfp megatron x femme con reader? she has feelings and adoring thoughts for the warlord and he’s aware of it although he doesn’t like her back but yet megatron leads her on, making her think there is something special forming between them just so he can break her heart. y’know how megatron told starscream he kept him around because he took a certain delight in his strings of failure but he grew tired of it? well, megatron does the same to reader and finds it amusing how she becomes more flustered around him, flattered by the compliments and sweet-nothings she tells him. megatron knows exactly what to say and do to make her melt, he has her wrapped around his finger.

he knows what she wants as there has been many times their lips were so close to touching yet he never kissed her and always left her on the edge until finally one day, they kiss and reader thinks that her spark might burst from joy as she melts into his embrace but then he pulls away and laughs at her straight to her face and begins to tell reader that she never meant anything to him. </3

omg im sorry for the oddly specific request i really got invested in this scenario xD

TFP Megatron x Femme Cybertronian Reader

ANGST fic

Femme reader

Readers' frame type, paint job, etc, are unspecified

Reader has been with Megatron since the beginning much like Soundwave

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He is magnificent, strong, and beautiful. You swear to yourself that the large mech was forged from raw and unfathomable power. You know deep in your spark that you feel he should have been appointed the next prime instead of the archivist Orion Pax. He is a joke compared to your fearless leader, Megatron. You understand Megatron, you know what he had sought within the power of the primes and were terribly afflicted for him when he was denied his right.

Oh, how you admire him so, wanting only to please him and help him achieve his goals in rebuilding and ruling cybertron the way it should have been eons ago. And yet, no one saw it the way you did, not even Starscream, the wrech. Your merciful leader allowed him to return time and time again, with a stern servo, of course, to try and prove himself. And you were always there, always ready to pick up the pieces of his shattered hopes and relieve him of his disappointment in the seeker.

You give and give and give and never tire of his teasing.

"No one could never dream of ruling cybertron the way you could, my lord." You praise. Megatrons face twists into a grin. You've always been so kind, always admiring him. He noticed from the first time he met you that you were infatuated with him.

"My dearest (Y/N), you hold me in such high regard." He turns to look at you, arms crossed behind him. "Come." He holds a servo out, asking you to take his in your smaller one. Without hesitation, you step forward and put your servo in his, causing his grin to grow. His little pet, always at his beck and call, ready to give only to never receive in turn. The games he's been playing with you to get what he wants grant's him such a high level of satisfaction that he struggles to contain it at times.

"I think you are just the sweetest little femme." He coos, making you chuckle and turn your head away bashfully. "Oh, don't look away, little one. You know how I adore your beautiful face. How lovely you are." He turns your helm back upward to look at him, a shy smile gracing your derma. "My little warrior, I would have been blessed with your presence in the fighting pits all those years ago. My brave one." He caresses your face softly.

You have proved to be better than his so-called "best," rarely making mistakes of your own accord. The giddy feeling in his tanks when you stand tall beside him or try to hide behind him. Or the pride in your optics when you bring him what he wants. But none of that is more delicious than the hope in your optics when he brings your faces close. How ready you are and all the more willing to wait for him to finally give you the affection you so desperately crave.

All the scratches, dents, and dings you acquire from the autobots are reminders of your loyalty to him. The way you have sneered at Optimus to his face. Your naivety when he asks you just how loyal you are to him, making you bow and rest on one knee as you pledge yourself to him in an embarrassing display in the control room. The oblivion that afflicts you is so sweet and infinite that he's sure he could thrive on it alone. He stares into your patient optics, knowing.

Seeing.

"Tell me, my spark," he starts, taking your servo in his, "Do you really believe all that scrap in your little helm?" You look confused, how cute.

"My lord?" There's your hesitance. He chuckles, and his other arm reaches out from behind him to cradle you and lift you up off the ground so you are optic to optic.

"Do you really believe I would be the best ruler for cybertron?" He smirks inwardly, seriousness plastered to his face, and his field is filled with feelings of uncertainty. A soft, reassuring smile graces your derma.

"Of course. You would be perfect for cybertron. Your ideals and forgiving nature -" poor thing, so blind, "you are a true leader who will stop at nothing for peace. You have worked so hard and made so much progress already. I believe you have proven yourself worthy of primehood."

He hums amusedly and just watches your face. Optics darting from one spot to another, occasionally glancing at your derma. It's the same thing he has been doing for the longest time, leading you on, getting closer and closer to what you want. He's been getting more physical with you over the years, pretending to be awkward and easing himself into it. He's had his time, and he's gained experience with many mech and femmes. But you, you sweet, innocent spark, have little to no experience. The most experience you have is whatever he's done with you.

It's all really soft, sweet, enjoyable, and new. He can see how it affects you. You get all cute and flustered and shy, even when it's just the two of you, and especially in front of the crew and the others you are close to like Knockout. Soundwave "happens" to barge in a lot too, well aware of Megatrons plans with you. He also knows that Megatron has, as of late, begun to tire of your affections and longing. Your groveling has started to bore him after all these centuries. It has taken so long for him to finally be done with you, and he still has yet to kiss you.

He often thinks about how he's going to do it and where. Doesn't know if he wants to do it in front of everyone or when you're all alone. He supposes it shouldn't matter, so long as he can watch you die inside when he rejects you. Soundwave comes in, a red ping on his visor. It seems he will get his chance sooner than he hoped. An energon mine, it's losing stability, so he orders you to accompany him to resolve the issue if possible.

You work quickly and efficiently. The mine is no longer collapsing on itself. The blue energon crystals on the walls and ceiling cast a soft glow on your frame. You watch the vehicons get back to their stations to continue their work when Megatron slowly turns you to face him.

"We work well together, don't you think my spark?"He asks softly, and you nod in response. "You would do well as my queen." Your spark swells, you start breathing faster. He leans down to plant his forehead against yours, red optics staring into yours. You search his for sincerity, scanning his face. In seconds, he connects your derma. You feel like your chest is going to explode. It's better than you ever dreamed. Your optics close, and your legs wobble. He pulls away, your optics still closed, blue dusting your face.

When you open your optics and see the way he's looking at you, your tanks turn. He has a wicked grin, but before you can say anything, he laughs. It's a deep, hearty laugh. He pushes you away and continues to laugh, drawing the attention of the vehicons around you.

"You really think I have feelings for you, you? You are beneath me. You will never be my queen. You will never be anything more than just a silly femme. A frame stuck in a land of fantasy. I only played along because it brought the best out in you. You and you alone have helped me get this far. You've given me everything at the cost of nothing. You've been a fool." He states calmly.

"But..."

"But? But what? You thought it meant something? That I actually wanted you? Still so naive (designation), still so oblivious to the truth, or do you just not want to see it? They have seen it." He points to the vehicons, "day in and day out, they see you grovel at my pedes like the good little pet you are." You feel faint, like you could collapse on the ground right now. This can't be true. Coolant gathers in your optics, and he chuckles at the sight.

Before he can continue to humiliate you further, a plasma blast zips past him and hits one of the troops. The autobots. They were the cause of the malfunction. "(Designation), do your duty and stop them." He points in their direction. You don't move. You stand there looking down at your pedes. He growls and grabs you, and you look up at him, coolant falling down your face.

"I would have given you the galaxy." You whimper. A blast hits him right in the chest. He looks up to see Optimus running toward you both. With another growl, he roughly pushes you aside. You lose your balance and stumble backward into a jagged wall in the cave, the sharp rock scraping painfully against your back.

"If you're not going to fight, then get out of my way!" He raises his arm to shoot at Prime. You remain in your place watching the fight unfold. Everything is a blur, blaster fire, and explosions all around you. Soon, the mine becomes unstable again, and a large rock falls on top of you, pinning you there. You struggle a little, trying half-heartedly to push the boulder off of yourself. But you soon give up and sob. The fighting lasts a long while, and then all is silent. You're alone.

When you open your optics, you're not in the mine under a rock but are strapped to a table instead.

"Before you try, I have disabled your weapons." The old medic walks over to you.

"What?" A flash of Megatron.

"You wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. But I've patched up your wounds, per Optimus' request, and begrudgingly wasted our precious supplies on a Con." He complains. He drones on, but you don't listen.

"Megatron?" Your spark aches. He didn't love you. He never loved you. It was all a game to him. But you thought.

"Ahem! I'm giving you a diagnosis, and you're not listening!" He huffs, snapping you back to reality. When you look into his optics, he stops. He sees that familiar look, the one that says that you don't care, the one that says you wouldn't care if you didn't wake up.

"I was going to give him everything."

"Optimus, I don't think we're going to be capable of helping her," Ratchet looks back at you, laying on the table, "she refuses her rations and doesn't sleep. She doesn't even want to talk." Optimus looks up over the helm of his old friend to look at you, laying on the table. You're no longer restrained, but you don't move. There all day and there all night making worry bubble in his chest.

"Get out of my sight!" Megatron cries out, and Starscream sulks away. It's been weeks since he left you in the mine, and he hasn't seen you since. But it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. For some odd reason, he feels empty. He doesn't know exactly why he feels this way and denies himself that it's because you're not around. Even seeing you after a stray plasma blast struck you in the abdomen, leaving you bleeding he felt no sense of satisfaction.

Sometimes, while he struts down the halls of the Nemesis, he thinks he can hear your smaller pedes trailing behind him, but when he turns, you're not there. And when he's feeling lower or more frustrated than usual, there's no one to tell him how great he is, to grovel and kiss at his pedes, to sharpen his claws and smooth out his dents with soft praise. No one is there for him to entertain himself with. No, he doesn't miss you! You were nothing to him!

"She is nothing." His own voice is heard from across the hall. When he turns around he sees Soundwave approaching him.

"Yes, I know," He turns back to look out the window again, "she had been nothing more than a plaything. The subject of my entertainment." He smirks. "I feel nothing though, I do not feel as relieved as I thought I would, Soundwave."

"My lord?" Your voice is played back to him, and he feels his chest swell, causing him to growl.

"I want her offline. Tell the troops I want proof of such if they can find her. I know the Autobots dug her up. I want you and the others on high alert. If you find her Soundwave, destroy her." His voice rumbles, laced with venom as he stomps into the hallway.

Megatron is too stubborn. He will never acknowledge that he was starting to like you, that he misses your flattery, that he looks for the warm touch of your small servos. He will never say he's sorry. He will never say or do anything. Thus, he believes that he won't rest easy until he has your helm.

"(Designation), what torments you so?" Optimus slowly walks up to you on the table. You don't even look at him but turn around to face the other direction. "Megatron?" That's all he has to say. You let out a shaky sigh, and before you know it, you're crying. He gets closer and puts a servo on your shoulder, and you turn around to face him. Your face has darkened and is streaked with old and new coolant. Your small servo grabs his, and without thinking, Optimus picks you up and hugs you.

He lets you cry for as long as you need, and before long, you're just sniffling.

"I gave him everything, and still, I was going to give him more." Your voice is laced with static and sounds weak, and it breaks Primes spark to hear a bot so broken. "I thought I was someone to him, that I was important." You whimper. "I was a fool."

"You were taken advantage of. He used you." He argues.

"No! I should have known, I should have seen!" You get angry. Years of devotion pass by, and you can see it. He was putting on a show with you. They all just watched and laughed while you were unaware. Knockout knew, and he hadn't told you. He knew and just let you continue to make a fool of yourself. You push yourself away from Optimus and stand on your pedes. Anger and embarrassment flood your fuel pumps. "And you!" You look at Optimus. "You're going to do the same! I know it!"

"No, I would never."

"I can't trust anyone! Everyone knew, and still no one tried to help!" Coolant pours from your optics from how upset you are. Your tanks swirl and feel tight. A sour taste in your mouth. You feel like you're going to explode, like the walls are shrinking around you, and it's getting hard to breathe. Your spark aches, and your chest tightens painfully. Your legs feel wobbly and weak. You hadn't noticed when the other autobots had come over, but now you felt crowded.

Optimus tries to keep them at a distance, noticing your distress. You feel like you're on display. Their faces distort into smiles and smirks. It's so hard to breathe. Why won't they leave? Why can't they just leave you alone? They won't stop staring.

#transformers #tf #transformers prime #macaddam #maccadam #macadam #cybertronian reader #tfp #tfp megatron #megatron #megatron x reader #femme cybertronian reader #angst fic

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obae-me · 1 year

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i have a suggestion!

obey me brothers reacting to "would you still love me if I was worm?"

The age old question. I'd be glad to do some little headcanons for you! These should be cute!

Lucifer

What kind of question is that?...

He's going to take it way too literally. He can't help it, he's an overthinker. "Why would you be a worm? Is it due to a curse? Then I would simply break the curse for you."

He can't quite seem to wrap his head around the scenario. Because...you are simply not a worm. Yes, he loves you, and if you were unfortunately turned into such a little creature, he would do anything in his power to turn you back.

If somehow, in some other timeline, you were once and always a worm, why would he fall in love with you then? How does one go about loving a worm?

Please help him, he's so confused.

Eventually, even if he doesn't quite get it, he'll go the gentlemanly route. "No matter what form you happen to take, I will always love you."

Mammon

Eh? Why are you asking him such gushy things? But...yeah...obviously.

"I could fit ya around in my pocket then! Do you think worms would be good at stealing stuff? Eh, probably not, you'd be smaller than a Grimm. And I would hate to see ya get smushed."

He doesn't overthink it, which this time around is the right answer. Good boy, Mammon!

Of course, as much as he would continue to love you as a worm, boy, does he sure love you just as you are now.

"Just don't go plannin' on getting turned into a worm anytime soon, please. I'd have to bail ya out, and that can be costly. I'd never let you leave my side again."

Levi

Aha! He knows this one! He's been on the internet, he knows what this question is all about!

So, of course, he can say with mild confidence, that he would! "Always! No matter what shape you take, I'll always l-l-lo-love you!" Perfect! Said just like a cheesy anime line. "Just...stay away from Henry 2.0 if you become a worm, okay?"

Maybe he could keep you on his desk, so you could watch him play games and share shows together...wait...do worms even have eyes?

They don't?! Then that would be sad...but he won't go back on his answer!

But seriously, his heart probably couldn't take it if you were a worm forever. Satan might be more of a fan of those sad-ending stories, but he's not!

Satan

What a curious question...

If you were a cat, he'd obviously still love you. "Out of all the world's creatures, why a worm? Is there something about them I don't know about? No? Why don't you turn into a little kitty instead?"

He doesn't fully get the question. You'll have to explain to him that it's not about turning into a worm, but if you would still be taken care of!

Well, if that's all it's about, of course he would still care for you. Just don't eat his books please if you happen to become a bookworm.

"If you're oh-so-curious, I could probably find a spell to turn you into a worm right now."

He's just joking, but he did enjoy the look of mild panic on your face.

Asmo

Of course he would!

Surprisingly enough, he answered that easily, and maybe not quite the answer you expected. "I could keep you in the garden! Oh, or maybe not, what if you got eaten?! Oh, I know! I'd get a little plant for my room and keep you there!"

He simply knows he would find you adorable no matter what!

He doesn't really know what a worm needs, but he would be willing to learn.

He'd get a special fancy plant mister and make sure even as a worm that you'd be moisturized and hydrated! Maybe he'd even make a special Devilgram for you!

"Aw, but then I wouldn't be able to kiss your cute face! Try not to become a worm if you could help it, m'kay?"

Beel

A worm?

He'd be sad if that happened and you couldn't return to normal... "Do worms eat a lot? They do? So you wouldn't go hungry? Good. Could I feed you leftovers?"

Of course he would love you no matter what you were. And he promises that he wouldn't eat you.

Don't ask why he would potentially eat a worm in the first place.

Just thinking about it all makes him seem to love you more while you remain not a worm.

He's got to make sure he can hug you and eat plenty of meals with you while you're still human.

Belphie

You're such a weirdo...but sure, why not?

That's what you want to hear, right? "I bet it would be peaceful under all that dirt. Like a huge blanket. Oh...but then I wouldn't be able to sleep with you anymore. Then no, I take it back, I wouldn't love you if you were a worm."

Brat.

He acts like he falls asleep right after his answer, but really, he's thinking about it further.

Worms are pretty low maintenance, right? He'd just have to make sure no one ate you or crushed you...maybe too much work then.

"If you were a worm, maybe I'd just find a way to be a worm too. Then I wouldn't have Lucifer bother me so much. Then we could just be lazy worms together."

A surprisingly sweet outcome.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader

Fandom: Sand Castle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Warnings: Daddy kink, creampie, unprotected p-in-v, pregnancy sex, wasted sandwiches

A/N: There is a really good Syverson Spotify playlist I listened to for this. It was dope. Also, this is my first time writing Sy, so please, be kind. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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“Peaches!”

You can hear the shout and start making your way upstairs finding your husband in the bathroom.

“There they are!” He coos, kissing your cheek before sliding his hand across your slightly pregnant belly.

“Baby, I’m only at three months! There’s barely a baby yet,” you giggle, secretly loving how Sy has become so sweet suddenly.

“Hey, girl, you’re carrying my baby. Let me be cute, alright?” he insists, kissing your forehead, “Or if you want, I can trim my beard myself. I know you hate doing that for me,” he jests, enjoying the expression change on your face.

“Oh, come on, you know I love trimming your beard, baby,” you whine, pushing out your bottom lip and giving puppy eyes for good measure.

“Fuck, you know what that does to me, Peaches. That mouth of yours got us into this whole situation, ya know?” he jokes, gesturing to your belly.

You feign confusion and Sy rolls his eyes, and you think he is unable to see the sly smile you are hiding as he turns away.

“You do know there is a mirror in front of you, right?” he warns, and you meet his eyes in the reflective surface, “I saw that smile. You think you slick, Peaches?”

“Daaaaaddy, come on. You know we technically were planning around this time to start a family,” you gushed, pulling him close by his beard, “Plus, how cute is this belly gonna look in all them damn sundresses you like so much?”

“What can I say? You have the curves that make a sundress a thing of beauty, Peaches. Just thinking about this lil bump adding another curve to you is doing something to me,” he flirts, his hands wandering over your hips.

“You are too much, sometimes. I love that you can’t get enough of me. But damn, I just took care of you this morning, Daddy,” you insist, trying to jog his memory of having you over the kitchen table.

You watch as the memory plays again across his face, and you can’t help but smile.

He has his beard-trimming kit out on the counter and you have him sit on the toilet and comb out his beard while he watches your face. He pauses, pulling out his phone, and suddenly ‘Just the Two of Us’ is playing.

“Our song!” you beam, smiling at your man.

“We might need a new song soon. It’s gonna be more than two of us. Us versus this lil menace,” Sy laughs, his hand going to your belly.

“I mean, this baby is half-you, so it’s gotta be at least 50% menace. You are right about that,” you agree, reaching for the clippers, “Now, hush up so I can get started, Sy.”

“You only call me Sy when you’re serious, so I’ll hush up this time,” he mutters, lifting his chin so you have better access to his neck.

Luckily, you have done this enough times that it is almost muscle memory at this point. Taking care of the neckline. Shaping up the frontline. Trimming what strays pop up from combing. It’s like an art form, beard trimming. You get lost in it every time.

“I’m almost done, can you play ‘Simple Man’?” you ask, getting in the zone.

“You got it, Peaches,” he says, leaning away to choose the song on his phone, coming back to where you are holding the smaller clippers.

You get back to work, holding his chin up so you can get any spots you missed. Turning his face this way and that, you are finally happy with your work. You were even able to work in a fade to the beard which isn’t his usual style. But when his usual style is basically human Wookie, it’s hard not to want to kick it up a notch.

You step away and let him get up to check out your work in the mirror. “So, how do you like it, Daddy?”

“I love it, Peaches. Damn, I’m looking kinda sexy,” he praised, running his hands over his beard.

“You are looking damn sexy, Daddy,” you flirt, landing a hand on his ass, “Now hit the showers and I’ll have lunch ready in no time.” You scamper out of the bathroom before he can get his arms around you. By the look of lust on his face, you’re lucky you got away.

You hear Sy’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and you hit play on the kitchen speaker. ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ starts to play as he rounds the corner and he gets a fantastic view of what you’re wearing.

The “Proud Army Brat” apron that Sy got you as a gag gift is on you, as well as nothing else. Well, nothing else but a smile, as you hold up his favorite lunch. BLT with a pickle spear and kettle chips.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he mused, grabbing the sandwich from your hands and placing it on the dining table, “Can I have you instead of the sandwich, Peaches?”

“I’d be lying if I said ‘I thought you’d never ask’,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying to the music.

You two lazily kiss and dance to the song until it ends and Sy picks you up, You wrap your legs around him. He walks to the living room and kneels in front of the couch, as to set you down to sit on the couch.

Once you are seated, his hands go to your thighs, spreading you open. ‘Kashmir’ starts to play on the kitchen speaker, and if this was pre-baby you would be lighting up a joint to share. But the kind of pleasure you are about to get makes a joint sound like a high-five.

Sy sinks right into your pussy, lips sucking your clit as one hand rests on your belly and the other finds its way through your folds. You moan and place your hands behind Sy’s head, beckoning him even closer to you.

“Fuck, Daddy, you eat pussy like a god,” you breathed, catching his eye as he licks his lips.

“Damn right, Peaches. I love eating this pussy and you know why?” he quizzes, his thumbs running little circles around your clit.

“Because it’s yours, Daddy,” you groan, grinding your hips for any kind of friction you can get.

“Yes, Peaches. It’s all mine,” he growls, pushing his shorts down so his heavy cock pops free, “Daddy is gonna fuck this pussy now, ok baby?”

“Yes, please, Daddy, fuck me. I’m ready,” you gush, ready to be filled by him.

He takes the tip of his dick and collects some of your moisture, tapping the head against your clit so you moan for him. He lines himself up and pushes in, and you both hiss at the feeling.

“Fuck, Peaches! This pussy is so good, almost too good, baby,” he grunts, holding on to your thighs and pounding into you. He continues to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves within you.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm overtakes you.

“That’s my good girl, Peaches. Daddy’s right behind you, baby. Daddy’s right there. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck,” he babbles as he empties inside you, his poor brain is pretty much gone at this point. But he still has the faculties in order to pull out and kiss up your belly, as if praising you. He picks you up easily, carrying you back up the steps and into the bedroom. He helps to wipe you down and undress you.

You are already half-asleep when you feel Sy wrapping his arms around you. “Sleep for now, Peaches, then we can try to eat again. No promises that it won’t end up exactly like breakfast and lunch but I’ll try my best.”

“Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you, too, Peaches.”

Follow-up to this story: My Little Strawberry

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