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pynkhues · 2 years

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Hey if you're still playing the game. Choose only one Ok 2x09 brio scene or 4x06? Also the 2.09 pre bedroom break bar scene oooor can't remember the episode number but it's the scene in S2 where they're on the bench and it's soo sunny and Rios being all smiley aka the cutest scene 🥺

Hey! Oh my god, you really chose violence with this one, anon, haha.

Mmmm, okay, are we choosing pre-physical intimacy? So 2.09 pre-bedroom, 4.06 pre-Rosa's bookshelf and the picnic bench scene in 2.08? Because if we are, it's super tight, but I think I'd give it to 4.06.

To me, it's a matter of where the new ground is, the new territory claimed and tread and felt, and I think in 2.09, that was ultimately in the bedroom. It was in the physicality of that first-last kiss and the tenderness, the uncertainty, and the awkwardness of it as an act that Rio thought was a start and Beth needed to be an end.

4.06 is different in that sense, their physical intimacy is a reset, sure, but it's also not new. What's new is Beth at that table beside him, the way he opened a door and let her inside in a way that he hadn't done since he showed up at the park with Marcus in 2.01, and the intimacy there is in the trust, in letting her into this part of his life, and in the way he touches her back. What's more, is that yeah, maybe it's a little manipulative - he suspects she's informing on him after all - but it's not entwined with an ending like 2.09 was, or, god, even 2.04, given Beth wasn't expecting to actually see him again.

It was something given freely albeit not entirely openly, and I think we saw the impact of that on both of them, but especially Beth, who, as s4 went on to show, finally started seeing moments like that as beginnings too.

And I mean, look, I adore that moment in 2.08 too (the domesticity! the way he says he'll take care of it!! 😭) but it can't compare for me! 2.09 and 4.06 are both just IT.

Make me choose between things!

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certainkindofscientist · 2 years

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i finally re-designed one of my oldest characters. i <3 you gear

#gear #my art #art #digital art #my design #original character #hes an automoton!! why did i make him an object head???#god i love him so so much hes literally my favorite boy. hes so sweet #IK HE LOOKS A BIT INTIMIDATING NOW but hes really a sweetheart!! promise #and a pushover but whatever #mmmm science juice . . it flows thru his veins (wires)#anyways if u wanna see his old design u can just go thru his tag. dear god.

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jack-owo-valentine · 4 months

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#mmmm #crying hrs babeyyyy #they made me emotions go hay wire then ditched me lets go

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whereisthedamndaddymanual · 9 months

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Arthur is all, there was no tall man.

I am like, you were pretty tall once sir.

*yup yup*

Sir did you come back up from the portal I made?

*yup yup*

We killed all of them didn't we Sir

*yup yup*

#I know #by the time 2000 rolled around #it was Yours #ours perhaps #it isn't like it wasn't ours always #I just had to go into the wire #🤔 Be the wire #be nothing and everything #yes it would be hard to record that on a brain when there was no standard brain on a Prinal Being from the Code #I blew poor james off about me not being in that room #I fucking gaslighted him #nah buddy I was there I don't know what to tell you (not that I was in a great mood either)#then the night manager starts playing Bill Cooper #Cooper: dragon on his gold #Cooper: mmmm should I kill them #the other three: well we are #Cooper: yes I suppose I should as well then #*shrugs*#behold a pale horse #goddamn it seems everyone is determined to get him to imagine #Tim Tracy was a drunken mistake of a woman beater son of a Karen #there was an open bar and I had been drinking top shelf Ling Island iced teas #besides I didn't care it was my party fuck him #you know those pictures of little me and old him are adorable though #yes he loves me #I would hope so I am love after all #after he left there was no eacaping Jane #hey your legs are beautiful holy shif #I only pray I get to enjoy them #well I have been suspecting I am pinging this whatever the fuck you call the end of time

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hoshigray · 19 hours

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Request! Geto never had to worry bc reader basically never interacts with guys. That 3we until he saw her hugging her male coworker and now he has to put her in place if ykiwm😋

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh yikesss, possessive sugu incoming, oof. lmao this is lowkey like the one i did for my kinktober, but what the hell

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - canon divergence; Geto is a jujutsu tech sorcerer - shibari; rope bondage (cross-chest box tie, frogtie) - sex toys; use of a vibrator - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pleasure denial - mild possessive behavior - pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, my love, sweetie) - cameo: Gojo - mention of drool/saliva.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Hahhh…ahhaa, Sug’ruu, I can’t…Mmm!”

“Aww, are you feeling well, my love? You look awful.”

And whose fault would that be?

Geto removes his jacket to put aside one of the chairs of the many desks. He stretches his sides and cracks his neck, releasing a massive sigh after a long inhale. He’s now relaxed that he’s back in his classroom.

However, he isn’t the only one here. Someone he knows is here with him — waiting for him to return. And Geto’s lips curl into a smile once he looks down to see someone on the cold wooden floor.

You were in nude form, clothes sprawled to the side of you. A long red rope contorts around your body, binding your arms behind your back with your wrists tied together. Your thighs and ankles were restricted together; the red ropes tied the leg together to that of a frog-like position. And a red blindfold covers your line of sight. You were whining and writhing in this bounded position. Why?

Geto slowly walks around you to take in the view, noticing that the vibrators he placed on your body were still where he had left it. Your nipples had a vibrator taped on to each, and the buzzing noises made Geto’s skin crawl. There was another set of bullet vibrators buzzing down south. Three white wires are connected to a remote lying on the floor, and they seem to be stuffed inside the wet entrance of your chasm. So, five vibrators are teasing your body all at once. What a hell.

He comes down to your level, bringing you up with a hand to lie on his propped knee, and your breathing so low and hushed. “How are you feeling, angel?” He lifts the blindfold to have you peek at him, noticing your eyes are puffy and wet. Poor thing was crying for him.

“Sugu…” You called him by his nickname, a tool in hopes of getting on his good side. “Can you…please…”

Dark eyebrows raise, “Please what, pretty girl?” He shields your eyes again and slithers his hand down from your chin to your neck, and he loves how your breathing lessens when he approaches your breasts. He pulls off one taped vibrator to free the bud. For a moment before he blows on it, “What do you want from me?”

“Can I—Ohh!” His tongue flicks your nipple; it’s so sensitive and sore! “Can I please…cum…?”

“Ahh, what a dirty girl,” Geto chuckles to you as he kisses your mound, his hand now traveling further down to the three wires on the floor. He gently pulls one, a loud noise of one vibrator bumping into another. “You were doing so well being patient for me. I have one more meeting, baby; why can’t you wait after that?”

Your breathing gets shaky, leaning towards his frame to get through. “Because...Mmmm, I want you to make me feel—Ohh…! Good...”

“Is that right?” More laps around your nipple before he sucks it in. “You want me to make you feel good? Not Satoru?” You gulped at the mention of the other’s name, feeling Geto’s intense, indigo gaze on your face.

In all honesty, Geto admits he can be a jealous man — especially regarding you, his sweet angel. The reason why you’re in this situation is because your partner saw you hug another man yesterday. Satoru Gojo, the dark-haired man’s best friend of all people! Granted, it was because you were only giving a gift of sweets to the tall sorcerer because he came back from a terrible, dangerous mission with Geto. And the white-haired fool, oblivious to personal space as always, brought you in for a hug as he thanked you for the bag of sweets you handed him.

Putting his hands on you did make Geto unpleasant, yet this was Gojo we were talking about; the guy acts like personal boundaries don’t apply to him. However, what did upset the man more was you reciprocating the embrace with a cheerful smile — a smile only Geto was to bear witness to. It twinged his heart – cliche, but it did. You toyed with his feelings, and he had to correct you for such behavior.

The man increases the intensity of the vibrators inside your cunt, and your body jerks unexpectedly. He then slides a finger inside your vagina to play around your walls with the toys, and you have to remind yourself not to scream as his fingertips scrape the velvet texture. “You hurt my feelings, sweetie,” he listens to your whimpers get higher and higher as he increases the speed of his finger. “You know I’m not one for sharing — especially with Satoru.”

“Hahhh, Sugu’uuu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ You press your lips together to suppress a moan once Geto takes your nipple back into his mouth, pushing the nub to the roof of his mouth and skimming it with his teeth. A sharp gasp escapes your frame at the addition of another finger inside you, and more tears well up from how much stimulation is happening. “Nmoohh, please, I won’t do it again…”

“You promise?” He whispers into your ear, slowly removing his fingers to increase the intensity of the vibrators inside you. Those same fingers now go to your clit where he swipes in slow circles, and you nearly choke on your spit. “Tell me, who’s my favorite girl?”

“Mee! I’m y’re favorite…!” Despite the ropes tightening around your ankles and thighs, your lower half still jolts to his touch on your delicate pearl, trying to sway your hips to move with the friction.

“And who’s your only favorite man in this world?”

“You, Sugu!” Oh, the way you desperately said his nickname was so pathetic to hear — so sweet. He couldn’t stop the sneer from flourishing on his face. “You’re my favorite—Mmmph! Always…”

Good girl. “You wanna come so bad, baby?” His thumb and forefinger rub against your clitoris, evoking cute squeaks to fly out your drooling mouth. You nod hastily; that’s not what he wanted, so he pinches your clit. “Words, pretty girl, words.”

“Yessh, please let me cum, my love…!” Now that’s what he wanted to hear, being all cute and pitiful for him to grant you what you’re craving. And you can feel it coming, your nerves heightened with the climb of your orgasm.

But then, you sense his fingers gone from your clit, the cold air occupying their absence. Instead, he puts the vibrator that once teased your nipple back and rests your figure onto the cold wooden floor once more. Your brows screw together with quivered lips, “No, pleaseee! Don’t leave me again!” You whined.

Too late, he was adorning his jacket and heading out for the sliding door of the classroom. “I’m sorry, angel, but I gotta get to this meeting first. Don’t make too much noise while I’m gone, okay?” God, you pulled his heart the way you helplessly laid there. “Don’t give me that look, my love. I’ll be right back when it’s done.” He steps outside and closes the door behind him, swiftly locking it while checking for his surroundings.

And it was a good thing he did, too. Because right around the corner came his best friend, Gojo, the blindfolded sorcerer, retrieving the raven-headed other. “Yo, there ya are, Suguru! The meeting’s about to start; don’t slack off before Yaga comes for our heads.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he walks alongside his companion, heading to the other side of the hall.

“Hmm, by the way, where’s Y/n?” The white-haired man inquires while scratching his ear. “I haven’t seen them since this morning.”

Geto hums to the question, the shrug of his shoulders to seal the deal. “They felt sick all of a sudden, went to go see Shoko to check.”

The taller sorcerer tilts his head with a scoff. “Who said you were a good liar?”

“You’re one to talk.”

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zamjd · 2 months

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Of Optical Illusions and Cloud Formations

DWASDJHWAJSHD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA💕💕💖

Love, me love the fanfic so much :))) by @perpetual-stardust

Apologies the qual is horrible, I should have used a bigger sized canvas ;-;-;-;;-;-

Anyways yippe! I'm done, please go read the fic- the writing is really good and it's so-sososososso AA

smaller shots undercut w/ image text typed + Explanation

These are some personal headcannons for Y/N :DD I like to think they have the equivalent nerd love for clouds as much as I do ^^

(Texts: Daycare Assistant Y/N (Except they really like Clouds)

I call it the Alto Collarus *Full name is actually: Undulatus Alto Collarus, It got shortened bcs it sounds better

If a child gets curios on what the clouds are, Y/N will not hesitate to squat down and explain each in a way that children finds entertaining

(Both are kept in the security desk))

One of the first interactions in the story :) Jazz haaands~!!

(Text: Y/N: Which is why we'd only be six feet away from the opening as opposed to standing in the debris of construction

Moon: Hmm, I think you are forgetting one part that has yet to be mentioned...

You said we, last time I checked, you do not have a wire of which you can use

Plan failed)

This was a funny interaction, I wanted to play with the expressions here and my own interpretation for both isabella ad Dominic- Though I should have took my time on their colors ^^; hehe

(Text: Isabella: Mr. Sun! Do you love the color of the sky?

Sun: Hmm! I don't know! I think it'd depond on... which one.

He knows (Does he know I have a Tumblr??, Do they have Tumblr accounts??? DO THEY KNOW SANS?????))

DWASKHD AUGHH MMMM AAAAAAAAAA💖💖💕💕💐💐💐💕💖💖💕✨

THIS FUCKING- STARDUST- AAAAAAAAAAAA- WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IM GONNA BITE YOU(/j) CRYING DURING THIS PART I- THIS WAS SO GOOD- PULLING ALL MY HEART STRINGS AND I WAS SUPRESSING MY SCREAMS WHY ARE YOU RAAAAAH!!!💕💕 (IDK IF YOU CAN SEE IT BUT THERE'S THE SOOT TRAIL UNDER Y/NS EYE AAAAAAAAA UDHAUSHDJH RAAGHH!!!! HE SO CARE AAAAAA)

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gyllenhaux · 2 months

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i will forever love the idea that will wears fake glasses to make himself appear more meek/fragile to the people he is constantly around. he straight up abandons them at some point and begins to come into his own regarding his relationship with his own "darkness" and with his relationship with hanniballlll auuggghhh its such a good little hidden aspect of his personality.

will keeping his wire rimmed glasses hanging just a little bit off the bridge of his nose so he can easily avoid eye contact with the people around him and then he meets hannibal and hanni clocks him and his lack of eye contact IMMEDIATELY and though it can be related to will's autism hanni still pokes at him about it and brings up his thoughts MMMM UGGHHHH I LOVE THEM THEY ARE AWFUL

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannigram #mads mikkelsen #hannibal lecter #will graham #hugh dancy #fuck hannigram #i know you dont need those damn glasses will #stop trying to make yourself more breedable #hanni already wants to top u

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altraviolet · 4 months

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Ch 47 sneak peek 👀

Hello and happy winter* festivities** all!

*summer for southern hemisphere **normal day for those without festivities right now

I'm hoping to finish Ch 47 before 2024, but wanted to share a lil sneak peek! Everything below is subject to change, of course, but as of now Ch 47 will be told from Rodimus's point of view.

In case I don't see you again til 2024, wishing you all a very happy seasonally appropriate greeting! All the very best! Excerpt beneath the cut >D

Rodimus awoke in a tangle of tentacles. He stretched, careful to avoid scratching Soundwave's visor. “Mmmm.” He wiggled and settled down against the smooth protoform of Soundwave's body. Soundwave didn't stir.

The low hums and cyclical pumping of the Lost Light's utilities were louder here than in Rodimus's room, courtesy of the torn walls. The sheeny curtain had pulled back, revealing little crystals glowing faintly in their nooks and crannies. With soft metallic ssshhhks, Soundwave's tentacles repositioned themselves around Rodimus. They always moved so their cool sides coiled against him. Rodimus wasn't sure if they got too hot when touching him, or if they liked being warm and moved to distribute his heat evenly.

Rodimus traced a burned section of tentacle with a fingertip. Its metal was darkened and marred by tiny ripples. The segments were offset, preventing the tentacle from coiling properly. It bent into a soft corner. A rounded corner.

Rodimus snerked to himself.

It wasn't really a laughing matter. Rodimus gently pet the darkened metal. Its tiny ripples caught in the mechanisms of his palm. He'd dealt this damage. He felt bad about it. But... not guilty. Soundwave didn't deserve to be burned. But Rodimus wouldn't fault himself for his body's defenses.

Besides, Ratchet had a plan to fix it. They were gonna fix it, just like they'd fixed the holes in his chest, and they'd both be good as new.

"A virus.”

“Compassion.”

“I only want yours.”

Rodimus grinned to himself. No one had believed him when he'd said Soundwave would find his place. Hell, there were times when he barely believed it. But he'd done it. He, Rodimus, proud co-captain of the Lost Light, had shown this emotionally-starved, devastatingly loyal Decepticon there was another way. A better way. And now Soundwave was flourishing. He had friends, and a really weird but wonderful hobby, and tendrils that could leave a mech gasping in pleasure. And holy hell, Rodimus never would have thought that last thing was a thing, let alone it could be true, let alone he'd be the mech gasping.

“Preferred: Rodimus, happy.”

The grin faltered. Of course Rodimus was- well, he was happier. That was good. And of course his new bedmate would want him happy. That made total sense. That's what a good friend would want. What a lover would want.

What a lover would-

Rodimus wrenched himself from that train of thought. He scanned the room, desperate to distract himself. The desk was cluttered, projecting a dim data cascade in Soundwave's native cyphers. The makeshift shelves were crammed full of random tools and crystals. Bare wiring poked through in places, backdropped by shadowy pipes and conduits.

It was barely recognizable as Drift's room.

Maybe it never had been.

…

Oh, it had been. It definitely had been. And he'd been on this bed before, tangled up in limbs, feeling serene. Feeling at peace. Feeling like the mech beside him was a beacon, and for the first time since their initial jump, he could see where he wanted to go.

That bright and gentle feeling tightened in his chest.

No! Shut up! It's not happening again!

Rodimus knew he should get up for his own good. But his frame would not obey. He found himself burrowing harder into Soundwave, willing that cool body to shield him from those memories. Beat them away. Bury them. Better still, forge new ones. He wanted – he hated that he wanted – Soundwave woven into the fabric of his reality. Heavy in his arms and weighty against his plating. Too weird and wonderful to be washed away by the tides that pushed and pulled at Rodimus.

Soundwave stirred. His visor onlined with a flash. It displayed a rapid pulse. “Rodimus: agitation?”

Rodimus's field perked up out of habit, ready to push the concern aside. Dammit. Soundwave always knew when he was lying through his field. He didn't like it.

“False field express-”

“It was automatic. I didn't mean it.” Rodimus shoved the false cheer away. His true feelings seeped out. He couldn't hide them, but that didn't mean he had to explain them, either.

Soundwave's tentacles snapped up, tendrils sampling the air. “Rodimus: afraid? Danger in vicinity?”

“No,” said Rodimus. He parted the sheeny curtain and pushed himself off the bed. “Old thoughts. Don't worry about it.”

A tentacle wound around his arm. “Rodimus: needs...?”

“Breakfast.” Rodimus pulled away. The tentacle's biolights slid under his fingers, one by one. Blue light peeked between the bevels of his joints. “Why don't you sit with Nautica and Blaster today? We don't want people getting suspicious.”

The tentacle retreated. “Affirmative.”

Rodimus returned to his room via their secret door. He gave himself a big smile in the washroom mirror. A big, huge, totally happy smile accompanied by a forceful spoiler raise. Rodimus scrubbed faint, dark paint marks from his plating and polished his biolights. The glass of his body dulled when pressed against Soundwave's for hours. Rodimus didn't bother to wonder why. The explanation was always dimension stuff.

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slutfactory · 1 year

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MMMM GETTING INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT AN USHI GUSHI THIRST HERE WE GOOOOO

ushijima seems like the type to get tangled in christmas lights—unironically. even if you only take your eyes off him for [less than] five minutes, he'll somehow end up with his hands or arms bound. most of the time waka looks unbothered by it, if not a little caught off guard. whenever things like this happens, he'll patiently wait for you to come back and see how he somehow managed to hog-tie himself. the wires would always hug his body in enticing ways as well—especially around his chest and thighs—with his hands and feet bound, he's left completely vulnerable; it's almost as if the universe is begging you to take advantage of the situation. ushijima certainly isn't opposed to it at all, so why not? think of it as an early christmas present. <3

#🗂️ —haikyuu #✦ ╏small headcanon(s)#ushijima thirsts #top reader #haikyuu smut #sub haikyuu #ushijima smut

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nethhiri · 3 months

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Marooned: Chapter 4

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: none

The Deal

A few days passed. That first night, you were pissed and hungry. You hadn't been lying about having that jarred food for dinner. It was hard to scrounge up food. It took a lot of time to gather enough for a decent meal, even longer to hunt something, and you had spent that valuable time patching up a stranger. Not to mention you had already stolen from Mini that week, so you would feel bad about trying that again. The next day you had set a few traps that would hopefully prove fruitful today.

Surprisingly, you hadn't come across your two friends in that time. Maybe they already got picked up. You thought that was unlikely. The thought was disheartening, though thinking about the way Captain Kid had gotten on your nerves so easily, maybe it was better that you waited another few years for the next chance to catch a ride.

Across the island, Kid had been puking his guts out for the past few days after unknowingly eating several different poison fruits. He had taken Killer and found a small cave to shelter in. Killer had woken up enough to drink some water every now and again. Neither of them were fairing well. Kid would be damned if he was going to ask that feral woman for help, however. He was actually pretty pissed that the Victoria Punk had yet to show up.

"What the fuck are those idiots doing? IT'S BEEN THREE GODDAMNED DAYS." He laid back next to Killer. "I swear I'm going to kill Wire. Damned navigator."

Kid hadn't realized he drifted off to sleep, until he was woken by his growling stomach. His mouth watered at the smell of something cooking. No, he wasn't giving in. She was probably doing this on purpose. That witch. That woman wouldn't win. His iron will lasted about 20 minutes before he was growling and muttering curses under his breath. Kid threw his coat over his shoulders and grabbed Killer, stomping off in the direction of the smoke wafting up towards the gradually darkening sky.

The brush around your small clearing started to rustle. "Mini? Have you forgiven me?" The hopeful look you threw in the direction of the snapping branches fell from your face when you saw a different kind of beast come into view. Glaring at Kid, your eyes slid to Killer, where they softened. It was a little concerning that he wasn't a bit more conscious yet. "What do you want?" You already knew the answer but you wanted him to say it. Kid was practically drooling as you bit into the drumstick of some kind of bird. "Mmmm," you wanted to torture him a little bit more.

Kid lowered Killer to sit up against a tree before placing himself between you and the fire. The purple-blue dark circles under his eyes contrasted sharply with the amber shine within them. Even as he squatted down in front of you, you still had to look up at him. Hands with chipped scarlet nail polish rested on his knees. "You know... I can just take what I want." Heat radiated from him.

You took another bite and he frowned at your lack of reaction. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're wrong. I didn't make it this far being weak." You turned your head pointedly to the left, letting the orange glow of the fire illuminate the scarred skin on your face. Turning back to him, you saw his slightly sunken eyes and the way his pale skin clung to the underlying musculature. "Water," you offered, holding your waterskin out to him. "Make sure he gets some." You nodded to Killer.

Kid snatched it from you and greedily chugged the majority, more due to sheer thirst than his normal asshole behavior, before trying to get Killer to drink some. Thanks to the convenient rip in his jeans where the initial injury was, you could tell from where you were sitting that the wound on his leg was healing nicely. Probably just getting more dehydrated. If you had any real medical equipment, this would be an easy fix.

"So is someone coming for you?" Or will I have to babysit for a while longer.

Kid threw back your empty skin. "They should have been here already. We weren't that far from here and they have my vivre card for fuck sake," he growled.

You licked the grease from your fingers in what you were sure was a less-than-ladylike manner. Leaning toward the fire, you grabbed the spit that was holding the remainder of the cooked bird. You ripped off the other drumstick and chucked it behind you into the woods. Kid looked like he might run after it for a second and was about to yell, but you cut him off. "It's for Mini. Only fair since I... borrowed some food from her." What was left on the spit you held towards Kid, pulling it back when he reached for it. Before he could light you up with curses, you cut him off, "I know you're too prideful to ask and I'm not giving anything away for free. So how about a deal?"

#one piece #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #x reader #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 2 years

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Stray Kids Reactions

Stray kids react to you waking up next to them.

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: no warning just a little kissing

A/N: hope you all enjoy this reactions please like, share and reblog for more content like this.

Taglist: @daceydeath @9900z @i-say-choco-you-say-ice-cream @shellyyy177 @nightrayseishina @bellamuerte1987 { let me know if you and to be added or taken off tag lists :) }

{ CHAN }

~ Look, in all honesty, there are two ways you’d wake up in the morning if Chris were your boyfriend

~ 70% of the time, you would probably be waking up alone due to this man's work.

~ For the other 30%, you would wake up to his breath on your neck as he tries to get as close to you as possible. The man loves a cuddle. What can I say?

~ He would place kisses on the side of your neck or your jawline.

~ “Good morning, baby”, he would smile.

~ He would wait until you moved to face him more before he playfully wrapped his leg around your lower half, trapping you in his embrace. “Haha, got you….you can never leave, mwahahaha”, he could say, mucking around.

~ This would probably get hot and heavy as he leans down and kisses you softly on the lips.

~ Eventually, you would find Chris slowly taking your clothes off and throwing them perfectly in the clothes basket behind him as he slowly trails kisses down your body. “I don’t tell you this enough….But I love the shit out of you.”

{ CHANGBIN }

~You would now be able to escape the grip this man would have around your waist. “Binnie”, you whisper. “Mmmm”, he groans. “I kinda need to pee”, you complained again, loosening his grip.

~ Upon your return, he opens his arms, and you lie down. He pulls you in you squirm as he beings to kiss you behind your ear. “Binnie, stop... I’m trying to sleep,” you whine “oh really…well, I want to do this.”

~ He would pin you to the bed and kiss you all over your face, you laughing and trying to break free.

~ “You can never escape me,” he says before squeezing you so tight you thought you might pop.

~ You scream and laugh until he finally exhausts himself rolling back over and lightly spreading his arm just under your breast.

~ “Promise me one thing,” he said softly. “Anything for you, Binnie” you turn around so you now face to face. “Promise me no matter what…you’ll always come home to me” he placed his lips against yours. “I promise”

{ HAN }

~ Han would be asleep on the couch with chip crumbs all over him, the tv still on as his hand falling off the couch.

~ “Hannie”, he jolts awake “oh, Y/N did I fall asleep on the couch again?” He would say, brushing the crumbs off his face and chest.

~ “What time did you get in?” You say, pouring Han a glass of water and walking towards the couch.

~ “Pretty late… I was pretty wired. I didn’t want to wake you, so I watched movies and ate chips… I must have fallen asleep” he rubbed his eyes as you placed the water on the table.

~ “Well, I have to go to work, baby... it would be best if you slept some more… maybe in our bed” you peck his lips goodbye, and he chases your lips.

~ “I will do that…bye baby” he takes a sip of his water and stretcheS as you open the door and leave for work.

~ “Have a good sleep, Hannie” you close the door behind you.

{ MINHO }

~ When Minho was on tour, you would probably wake up by either sooni, doongi or Dori jumping all over you wanting you to feed them. “Okay, okay, I’m up, I’m up”, you would say as you reluctantly got out of bed.

~ When Minho was home.

~ Minho would pretend to be annoyed that he had to share his bed with you. “How did you sleep?” you smile at him, Minho, who rolls over “anyone ever told you you snore” you hope he's joking.

~ “Excuse me. I do not,” you say, shocked he would bring this up first thing in the morning.

~ “I didn't say it was a bad thing... It's cute” he pulled you close to his body.

~ “You are lucky I love you, Lee Minho,” you say as you press your forehead to his. “I’m lucky?” he scoffs.

~ You let him have the last scoff. You know Minho loves you. He finds it hard to express himself.

{ HYUNJIN }

~ Hyunjin would most definitely make fun of your bed hair “omg, who are you?” He would laugh and hand you a hand mirror.

~ You grab the mirror and look at yourself “holy hell… how does it stick up like that” you cover your mouth in shock. “Do I always look like this” you turn to him

~ He looks at you and cups your face. “I think you look cute… my little clown”, he laughs. You get off the bed and walk into the bathroom to brush your hair.

~ He would walk into the bathroom and wrap his arms around your waist. He would kiss slowly down your neck.

~ “You are perfect,” he said, moving your hair to the side and kissing down your shoulder blades. “I love everything about you, down to your bed hair” he pulls your nightgown straps off your shoulders. “Now, let’s have some fun before I have to go to work, huh.”

{ FELIX }

~ Felix is just a cuddle bug omg

~ His love language is physical touch.

~ You could hear his nose whistle as he slept soundly next to you.

~ Most days, you would wake to Felix cooking you breakfast and COFFEE.

~ “Wakey wakey…Here you go, baby”, he would say, bringing your food and coffee to you on a tray.

~ “Thank you, baby,” you say as he pecks your lips.

~ “What do you have planned for today?” he would say, slowly moving away from your lips.

~ “Not sure... Why? Do you have today off?” you grin. “I do. Actually, should we maybe go on a date?” he smiles from ear to ear.

~ You would spend the remainder of the morning in bed watching tv and eating the food Felix prepared, and playing with his hair.

{ SEUNGMIN }

~ Seungmin likes his space. He would chuck a hissy fit if you touched him while he was sleeping.

~ He would probably build a pillow wall between the both of you.

~ On the odd occasion you managed to sneak over to his side, he would sigh as he wrapped his arms around you, placing kisses on your temple.

~ “You are lucky you are so cute”, he would say in a sleepy raspy voice.

~ You would giggle as you moved closer to his body. “I love you,” you say as you nuzzle your head in his neck.

~ “Yeah yeah…I love you too... shhhhh and go back to sleep, okay” he pulls you in tighter, and you both begin to fall back asleep.

~ Later that morning, Seungmin would kiss you by kissing your forehead “baby…wake up. I have to go to work,” he would say as he flung the sheets back, trying to wake you up. “But I want to cuddle you” Seungmin would eventually give in and text chan that he was going to be late.

{ JEONGIN }

~You would wake up with your head on his chest.

~ You would just lay there and just listen to his heartbeat for a while.

~ You would also study his face watching how his face softens and feel how his chest rises and falls with every breath.

~ You loved mornings like this when you could just for a moment be normal with Jeongin before the chaos of him being an idol began again.

~ “You enjoying what you see” he chuckled as he rubbed your arm.

~ “Good morning,” you say, drawing circles on his abs.

~ “What time is it?” He grumbled.

~ “Around 10 am”, you decided to wrap your arms around his stomach.

~ “Plenty of time,” he says, pinning you to the bed as he traps you with his legs.

~ You giggle as he starts to play with the hem of your pants. He untied the string “oops”, he giggled as he leant down and softly kissed your lips.

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 8 months

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looking at the toolbox fools in particular, two prompts to choose from:

"You can't keep it bottled up forever." and/or "How long did you think you could hide that?"

i might have a catharsis communication/ hurt comfort agenda here hehe >:3c

mmmm yes we are serving some good catharsis tonight

(bounty hunter Eclipse is from naffeclipse, detective AU is from sunnys-aesthetic)

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Smoke (2172 words, no CWs)

Eclipse had been sitting in the workshop for ten minutes now, and his mechanic had barely said a word to him beyond “Hey, make yourself at home.” They’d been working on a limb project the whole time, and considering the amount of grease scraping their elbows they’d been roughly this amount of busy the whole day.

He sat at the work table. They worked. He leaned across on his elbows. They worked. His fingers tapped slowly on the table surface. They worked.

A thin wisp of steam vented from the back of Eclipse’s neck as his optics narrowed.

“Busy day?” he asked.

“Mm? Yeah, pretty busy,” they replied, briefly glancing up from the leg they were wrist-deep in. For a moment Eclipse wanted to breeze past the table, grab them from their work, and curl up on the sofa until they weren’t sweating and their hands didn’t tremble. But he didn’t. He would be good, he could be good.

“Have you taken a break at all today?” he pressed in further. There was a twitch, a telltale squeeze as the mechanic tightened their grip on the screwdriver in their hand.

“It’s fine, I’ve just been working on back-up things,” they replied.

“Didn’t realise you could have a busy and a lazy day,” Eclipse kept the pressure down, and the mechanic didn’t buckle so much as show a crack in the edge. They let out a long and slow breath, before quietly continuing to pick through the leg’s innards, setting peeling wires aside for later inspection.

Eclipse’s fingertips dug into the metal table surface. Just a notch.

“Have you been getting up to anything?” he asked. “Getting outside the workshop at all?”

“Mmm. Not much.”

Oh, now he definitely wanted to grab, but this time to scruff and sit them down and find out what was hidden behind the low words and quiet attitude and inability to look at him in the optics. Stepping around the side of the table got the mechanic’s attention finally, as they paused in their work to look over and up (and up a bit more).

“What’s wrong?” Eclipse rumbled.

“Nothing!” It was like their whole body had puffed up, the way their shoulders tucked up to their ears and arms folded in with elbows sticking out.

“You’re not talking about something.”

“Because there’s nothing to talk about!” Their gaze flicked downwards, narrowing as they looked back to Eclipse’s face. “So says the guy with a busted ankle. How long did you think you could hide that? Honestly, the way you hold your weight to one side says it all-”

“And you have been working non-stop since the morning, maybe even last night.” Dark bags under the eyes, sweat-swept hair, a tremor on the knuckles. Eclipse ducked down, lifting the mechanic easily into his grip to set them on the worktable - only they abruptly curled inwards, painfully whining.

That was not a usual response to Eclipse’s level of strength.

Immediately he set them on the table, eye to chest, but easier now for him to pull at their shirt. The mechanic smacked at him, cawing and fluttering and spluttering, but he tugged the hem from where it’d been tucked in and pulled it up.

Purple and green. A violent splattering of colour adorned the side of the mechanic’s lower torso. Some of it was sparse dots but the largest bruise was most definitely the size and shape of a regular human boot’s sole.

Eclipse stared. Servo ticking wildly as he absorbed the sight, taking in the details, the depth of florid violet and sickly green.

“Clip?” Hands against his cheeks pulled Eclipse from his daze, optics going from black to yellow once more. His mechanic dragged him back to their face, the distant exhaustion turned agony now turned a soft regret.

His shoulders sagged. Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against their’s as they drew circles along his sunrays. Together they waited for the burst of energy to seep away to the corners of the room.

“Let me down so I can fix your ankle,” the mechanic said quietly.

“Do you have anything for the bruise?” Eclipse replied.

“Some lotion. Nothing fancy.”

Humming in understanding, Eclipse scooped his hands under their arms, waiting for them to grip on before he lifted them back down to the floor. He kept a hand on their back as they moved to one of the stools, and kicked off his shoe with the toe of the other. While he sat, they rummaged in one of the drawer, pulling out several screwdrivers and a set of pliers that they slid into small loops on their belt. Then they kneeled below him, rolling up the trouser leg with professional focus.

“I don’t see anything straight off, what happened?” the mechanic asked.

“Kicked something harder than I should have.” Specifically someone’s rib-cage. Eclipse was built well but kicking things (people) over and over had consequences. Who could have expected that? The mechanic squinted a touch disbelievingly before going into the ankle joint.

“...Oh, yeah. You’ve popped part of the joint connection to the leg, I can rewire it back into place and strengthen the back part of the foot so this won’t happen for a while.”

“Good.” Eclipse leaned back in his seat, gritting his teeth as the panelling of his calf was pried open. As much as there was comfort in familiar, reassuring hands, it didn’t necessarily reduce the discomfort as someone else opened him up to fix problems he was well accustomed to. Metal clinked away as the mechanic did the work they promised. Moments of hissing wire and quiet tension that grew and fell. Silently they propped his foot up onto their knee, to better open it up and examine the supports inside. Under the screwdriver, the low wire ache ebbed away, leaving behind a comfortable emptiness. A lack of pain.

“Give that a try,” the mechanic urged. Eclipse lifted his foot free, setting it flat on the ground and testing the ankle joint, back and forth.

“Much better,” he said, giving it a little stomp for good measure. The mechanic huffed, pride filtering through the exhaustion, and left him to set his trousers and shoes back to normal while they packed the toolkit away. When they turned back, he was already stood to full height, a hand extended to settle between their shoulders.

“Your turn,” Eclipse rumbled. The mechanic shifted, eyes widening a touch. Surprise? Panic? A bit of both? But they didn’t argue, folding underneath his hand as they led the way around to their washroom. Rummaging through one of the cupboards, they retrieved a small pot of lotion, handing it over to Eclipse. With them sat on a spare stool, and Eclipse on his knees, they were both almost about the same height level.

They unbuttoned their shirt, pulling the undershirt hem up and aside for Eclipse. Daubing some of the lotion onto a finger, he began to work it into the patches of mottled skin that he could see.

“Easy,” the mechanic muttered. “You don’t have to press down so hard.”

Eclipse gave them a brief look before continuing his work. Silence seeped into the room, lit by a partially fizzing light bulb. For such a menial task, Eclipse took it with a combination of reverence and repulsion - it was still his mechanic but the work was ugly, and these bruises would need to be looked after with care until they healed. How easy these bodies were to break.

For now though, he would kneel.

“Who did this?” he asked. A name, a face, a location. Anything to spark a trail.

“I don’t know,” his mechanic replied, shrugging briefly. “I - I was having a bad day. Bad week. I just wanted one thing to go right so I got dinner at Chica’s and just…some guy decided to mouth off on one of her waitresses.”

“You stepped in to defend?”

“I cracked him across the jaw.” They snorted, and Eclipse could feel the muscles contract under his hand even while they winced. “Fighting on linoleum floors is…tricky. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Eclipse muttered as he rubbed his thumb across the wide sole-shaped bruise. A size six? Maybe a size seven. He could consider it later.

“Honestly, I wasn’t even doing it to defend her. I was just mad. I wanted an outlet and that was the easiest one that I could see in the moment.” The admission was unbidden, and a surprise to that much as well. Especially since earlier talk had been like prying blood from a stone.

Wiping the last traces of lotion away, Eclipse inclined his head, nodding that the work was done. The shirt hem was left to fall again. While he didn’t say anything, he did offer his hand after getting to his feet, and the mechanic took it to shuffle in his wake out of the washroom.

Back inside the workshop, they took charge again, this time guiding Eclipse towards the main sofa - the easiest place to be held and a favoured spot for both. They sat down, he sat down next to them, and they scrambled their way over his lap to lay against his chest.

“How long were you holding onto that anger that you decided to start a fist-fight?” Eclipse asked, genuinely curious. He had seen plenty of his mechanic’s fire and knew they were entirely capable of protecting themselves (most of the time), but going from zero to one hundred on the compulsion to hurt someone was not something that fit into his view of his raven.

The response was to press their face into his chest and remain quiet. Once several long seconds had passed of this, he sighed and began to card his fingers through their hair.

“You need to find an actual outlet when you get overwhelmed,” he chided them quietly.

“Strong words from the bounty hunter,” was the cloth muffled reply.

“I’m serious. You can't keep it bottled up forever. You could have talked to me, if I’d know you were stressed.” His fingers tapped against their cheek, soft contact on soft skin.

“I…I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Little bird, the reason I don’t talk about my work is because it’s confidential.”

“And you shoot people.”

“Sometimes I shoot people. If you need to complain about your workload, I can listen.”

The mechanic sagged in his arms, head shuffling so they could peek up to look at him.

“How do you deal with strong emotions?”

Eclipse hesitated. For a long time. Thoughts slipping backwards towards metal and sanguine, before he felt his mechanic pick up his hand and start playing over his fingers, as if they knew he needed tethering in the moment. Or maybe they were trying to tether themselves.

“I smoke cigars,” he replied.

“You don’t have lungs though.”

“It’s - it’s the act, not the breathing.” His eyes flickered over them, the way their head tilted to the side. Bringing out a cigar, Eclipse flicked his lighter open. It felt wasteful now, without the desire for the spark, but still the calm rolled over him as the red embers began to wrap around the end of the cigar, smoke starting to wisp and roll into the air. They watched quietly, shuffling sideways to kneel on the sofa.

“...It is hypnotic, in a way,” they commented finally.

“In a way,” Eclipse agreed. “...Do you want to try it?”

“Like actually smoking it?”

“I’ve heard humans like it. Seen them smoking it. And cigars are meant to be better than cigarettes, more…flavour.”

The mechanic’s nose wrinkled, but they shuffled in closer, taking the cigar from offered hands. As ever, they put their trust in Eclipse’s palm to hold and protect, as they lifted the cigar to their lips, breathed in - and started choking immediately. Smoke spluttered out of their nose like a dying dragon, fitting to their wheezing. Eclipse patted them (not too firmly) on the back, waiting for the thick coughs to return to spluttering and then back to gulps of air.

“No,” they muttered, passing the cigar back. “No, absolutely not.”

The smoke and embers were extinguished fully by Eclipse’s palm, and he shoved the wasted tobacco back in his pocket. Small coughs continued to rise from the mechanic, eased by circles he drew on their back.

“If you have someone you can talk to, maybe you should,” he pressed the issue further. “I…didn’t. For a long time.”

“Hence the coping method of setting a little something on fire.” The small laugh wasn’t hearty, and the smile didn’t reach their eyes. But the fall of their shoulders wasn’t one of defeat. “Well, since I’m not the keenest on mild acts of arson, maybe I could…I don’t know. Talk a bit more.”

“It doesn’t have to be me,” Eclipse added. “Just someone.”

“...Thank you.” They folded into his arm, which settled around their waist. Now at least as the pair shared silence in the room, it was breathable.

#clockwork writings #offer of a toolbox #bloodstain fool #watch me do a silly little dance as I grin about communication and healthy/unhealthy coping methods

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