#And it feels weird for me to enjoy it as much as I do

[madamechrissy]

Blueberry Yum Yum - oneshot preview/taglisttt

Pairings - Fratboy Plug Sukuna x Nerdy stoner reader

This will be a cute ass lil smut oneshot where you fuck your plug and he gets down bad from your coochie aha, reader is a freak, Sukuna will whimper. will be smutty and explicit, preview here is just mentions of sex and weed smoking, college AU

Comment to get tagged babesss you know the drill, will be out next week 🫶🫶🫶 preview below!

"What if we like... had sex?" Sukuna starts coughing up the thick smoke of his purple haze, wondering if it's fucking laced with something as you sit there, blunt in your hand and your legs crossed, casually smoking it as if you brought up the fucking weather.

"The fuck did you say!?" He demands after he catches his breath, you inhale your blunt now, you're by far his nerdiest client, you shocked him when you asked to buy from him the first time.

You scream good girl, certified Velma from Scooby-Doo - annoying 'actually - jinkies' nerd. The two of you even hanging out was a fucking anomaly, a mathlete and a frat boy, one he didn't try to figure out. He enjoyed selling weed to you and smoking with you, hearing your stupidly intelligent thoughts, he enjoyed looking at you too. Sure you were fucking gorgeous in that soft, sweet way.

So what the fuck was this!?

"It's been a while," you murmur, handing him the blunt back now, he takes a huge rip, coughing again as you speak. "If I'm not really your type it's cool."

"If you're... you... I..."

"Shit, it's fine. Calm down. Just was thinking it'd be fun." He keeps staring at you, mouth wide open, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Dude it's fine don't freak out. Forget it."

"Forget it? The fuck?" He's glaring ruby eyes at you, while you take a wad of money our of your little black backpack, decorated with anime pins all over and a ridiculous amount of keychains.

"Here," you hand him the cash, fingers brushing for a moment while he just stares. "Shit, I made it weird."

"Yeah you fucking did. Who just says that?" He glares right at you, thin brows low over his narrowed eyes, those sooty pink lashes too fucking pretty and long, god you're jealous of them!? Are they so pretty because you're baked?

"Sukuna, you've fucked like half the girls I know, I have heard you're pretty good at it." He blinks again at that, a rare blush to his cheeks, not fitting his cocky persona while you put out the blunt, letting it smoke against the tray. "Here's the money. Thanks again."

You turn, and he grips your wrist, pausing you, it feels way too good. Not only has it been way too long, Sukuna was fucking hot, every time he got too close you felt that heat, you literally clenched when he just brushed a big hand across your shoulder to grab something. And your boyfriend broke up with you six months ago, you thought maybe it would be fun to fuck him, Sukuna is sexy as fuck and chill. Now you want to disappear, clearly reading the room wrong as usual.

You suck at that.

"You wanna fuck me? What like... some friends with benefits? Or one time shit?" He stands, hovering so fucking tall, you turn and look at him, blazed whites of his eyes red, you swallow nervously, eyeing the tattoos on his chest in that thin white wifebeater that's just unfair to wear around you while you're ovulating, you can see his nipple piercings through it, and it's doing too much.

"I thought like once, if we liked it sure we could do it more. If we're both single and... get along... plus you're hot."

"Yeah I am." He grins and you roll your eyes.

"You know... never mind."

"Wait brat, shit." You sigh, looking up at him now, as he turns you two him, his cock twitching just looking at your dilated eyes behind thick glasses, your parted lips. His fingers brush against the softness of your sweater, watching your nipples press against the material.

"It's cool if you dont want to. Like I am chill about it promise." He fingers the edge of your sweater, blitzed off his ass wondering if you're some fucking dream for a moment. But he feels the heat of your skin as his fingers slip up your waist.

"Think you can keep up with me, huh brat?" He murmurs then, snarky with his smirk. You step closer, your finger drifting up his hard chest.

"The question is if you can keep up with me, Sukuna."

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[alchemistc]

Post finale crack treated seriously. Ravi "Who's Tommy" Panikkar stirring shit up for his new friend.

red string

"You know you guys are like, weirdly interconnected, right?" Ravi asks, like Buck hasn't spent the last ten minutes admitting he doesn't know how to reach out to Tommy.

"How would you know?"

Ravi has the grace to look a little squirrelly for half a second. "Okay so I know a lot of people at the LAFD. Because of the Academy stint. And - well, a lot of them know I own rentals."

"Thanks for letting me do month to month, by the way."

"Yeah you sure did remind me that you saved my life a bunch of times before I agreed to that. I had to send in a special request with the company that runs that apartment building."

"Your life is way more important than a special request, Ravi."

Ravi looks like he has something else to say about that, but.

"You're veering off the point. I'm trying to tell you you two have like, a weird red string thing going on and it's kind of driving me crazy that you won't just figure it out and go live in his house month to month until you figure out your crap and like, elope like the crazy people you are."

Buck takes a second to let that sink in. "Have you been asking all your LAFD buddies about Tommy and me?" His narrowed eyes don't seem to have the same effect as Hen's. Ravi stares back at him like he's making a stupid face.

"In my defense, I did try to ask you but you spent weeks trying to find a way to pull his pigtails."

He's not touching that with a ten foot pole. Nice ammo for when he gets home, though. "So you, what, put together an itemized list of reasons we should be together?"

"Gross. No. I gossiped, like a normal person."

"Lists are important, Ravi."

"If you don't do something on your own I'll get his number from one of the guys at Harbor I know and tell him about all the baked goods you foisted on me for two solid months after he dumped you. And about all the pining I've had to put up with since -."

"Evan. Hey."

Buck is the sort of person who always wants to play it cool and never quite manages. The table jumps when he cracks his knee against it.

And there he is, in all his glory. Date night chic, four buttons undone, hair perfectly tousled, probably that aftershave that always made Buck want to live in the junction between his neck and shoulder.

"And that's my cue," Ravi says, and does a terrible approximation of a wink as he scoots out of the booth. "This is a setup. I set you both up. Tommy, this beer is yours, please sit. Don't make me do this a third time."

And then he's gone.

Tommy slides in, and it's familiar in a way that Buck doesn't enjoy.

Ravi reappears. "I already had his number, that was a decoy because I saw him walking in. Please, for the love of God, talk this time."

They stare at each other for a long, long time. Tommy has this way of looking at him that always makes Buck feel like he could run through a brick wall. Like Tommy would take care of him after even though it was a dumb thing to do. Like Tommy would thank him for the opportunity to take care of him.

"So Ravi has a theory," Tommy says, after they've taken their fill of staring in silence.

"I kept interrupting him but it kinda sounded like he's been spending way too much time dissecting our lives."

Tommy's smile lights up this dingy sports bar like nothing else. "Kinda reminds me of you, if I'm honest."

"He doesn't even like spreadsheets, Tommy."

"God, I love you."

It's a terrible place to start.

It's an excellent way to keep going.

[moon-fics]

Some Nights

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: During the day, the tower is filled with laughter and banter. It's a warm feeling. Until night comes and the silence is too much.

Warnings: none

A/N: This came to me during a class lecture. I physically cannot make myself write angst for him. I've tried and I just can't.

There's never a quiet moment during the day. Everyone has gotten close enough to talk regularly. There are conversations started on complete nonsense, and then there are ones about past traumas. Over time, it became natural to hear laughter or yelling every once in a while.

There'd be banging of pots and pans while Walker tried cooking. Alexei would be trying to start a dance party while everyone rolled their eyes. There were too many examples, and yet you treasured them all. It was a family you never thought you could have.

It's almost perfect. Until the night comes crawling, and suddenly the tower is dead silent. Everyone is asleep way before you. It's impossible to sleep when you're now being watched by media outlets and citizens. It's nerve-wracking to not know whether they'll accept you as Earth's heroes.

Sometimes it's unbearable to be left alone with your thoughts. However, you eventually find a solution.

-

One night, you're sneaking out of your room for some food. It's nearly 4am, and you know you should be sleeping. You convince yourself that one snack will be enough and then you can go back to bed.

You slowly open your door, and you almost expect a comically loud creak. Instead, you're met with Bob standing outside the door. His hands are playing with the hem of his shirt, and he looks like he's about to say something.

"I wasn't trying to be weird. I just saw the light under your door," He says while nodding. He has that goofy, closed smile on his lips as if that explains everything. The way your heart skips a beat is almost enough of an answer. "I was trying to gather the courage to knock."

"So, you just stood outside my door in hopes I wouldn't open it?" You ask. You raise an eyebrow at him and wonder how long he's been standing here. You didn't even hear him approach your door.

"Well, no," He starts, but cuts himself off. "Yeah. Yeah, I was just standing here." He admits with a nervous chuckle.

"Do you need something, or were you just paying a late-night visit?" You ask in hopes he'll give a better explanation. Bob isn't the best at giving details or talking about how he's feeling. It's why you often have to ask multiple questions to form a full story.

"Oh, right! I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out!" He perks up.

"It's like 4 in the morning, Bob." You say with confusion. Why was he asking to hang out this late? There's nothing they could do besides sit in her room. "You should be in bed."

You don't mean to sound harsh. You'd honestly love to spend time with him, but it's at an ungodly hour. You aren't sure if pulling an all-nighter is smart. However, you see the way his eyes soften and the corner of his lips dip down for just a second. Your snack will have to wait because he's in no state to be alone.

"Get in here," You sigh. You grab his arm and practically drag him into your room. There's not much to look at, but he still examines it as if there is. "I found an old projector that we can watch a movie on."

You were planning on watching romcoms on it, but maybe it'll have a better use with him. You carefully aim the lens at your ceiling in the center of your bed. It gives a large projection of whatever it's hooked up to. Luckily for you, you know how to get free movies and shows on your laptop.

That's how you two spend the night. Watching movies that he's never seen or comfort movies you enjoy. It becomes a regular thing, and after a few nights, you two end up falling asleep tangled in each other. It was an accident at first. You woke up with his arms around you and didn't have the heart or willpower to pull away. Eventually, you two just accepted that it was inevitable.

You have to admit, you enjoyed feeling his breathing and hearing his body. His skin was soft and lacked the scars most of the others had. It was refreshing to hold someone and understand them completely.

-

It's the second time you've chosen to watch your favorite movie. It brings a deep comfort inside you that you cannot explain. Watching it next to Bob is even better.

You're both lying on your backs while staring at the projected movie on the ceiling. There's a calm silence between you two that creates a tension that you cannot deny. Every once in a while, you'll glance over at him. His eyes are lit up by the movie, and it makes your heart swell.

At some point, he catches you staring and immediately assumes something is on his face. After clarifying that there isn't he asks why you're staring.

"I don't know. You just look happy," You explain. It's the truth, he's been looking happier. Ever since you've invited him to stay the night and relax with you, he's been brighter. The nights are no longer as hard. "I like seeing you like that."

"You make me happy." He blurts out. It's sudden, and his eyes widen. He sits up and turns from you as if he's just spilled a dirty secret. You're frozen in place, wondering what that truly meant.

"Hey, don't shy away from me." You sit up and turn to him. You can't help but let out a laugh at how he's practically shunned himself. You place your hand on his shoulder and pull him towards you. "Come on." You coo.

When he finally faces you, he's beet red. You have another round of laughter before composing yourself. Your eyes land on him, and he's frowning. He looks humiliated, and it crushes you.

"You don't need to laugh. It was stupid of me to say," He mumbles while unable to hold eye contact. His words make your skin crawl at the idea of hurting him. He thinks you're rejecting him or mocking him at least.

"No, no, I'm glad you said it." You grab his chin to force him to look at you. "You make me happy, too." You keep your voice down. It feels more intimate to say in softly than to rush it out.

His eyes brighten once again. There's uncertainty within him because for all he knows, this could mean two different things.

"Yeah, but, uhm, I feel a 'I want to kiss you' happy," He stumbles over his words while trying to explain himself. "N-not like a 'I enjoy your friendship' happy." He speaks quickly as if he's running out of time. Your hand moves from his chin to cup his cheek.

"So, kiss me," You suggest. You try to play it cool, but deep down your heart is pounding. You want more than anything for him to actually kiss you, but when he pulls away an inch, that hope flies away. "Or not. I mean, it's whatever you're comfortable with-"

You're cut off by the harsh crash of his lips against yours. It's sloppy at first, and it feels like kissing for the first time. After a few seconds, it slows down and softens. It becomes natural, and you don't want to pull away. His hands wrap around the top of your neck and reach your jaw. His fingers curl around the base of your hair as he pulls you in closer.

His lips are chapped, but they aren't rough. You can sense his need to be closer, and it's intoxicating.

He's the first to end the kiss to get air. His hands never leave their place.

"Like that?" He asks nervously. His puppy eyes are too much to bear. He's so anxious about doing it right that it only makes the moment more special.

"That was perfect." You assure him. Right after you pull him back into another kiss.

[maemae2998]

Dante Sparta x reader:

Prompt: Sex pollen trope

My partner @rook-the-took and I watched the new Devil May Cry anime twice now and have seriously gotten hooked. Dante is everything I love about fictional dorky men. I wrote this largely for self indulgence and because I’ve never tried this prompt before. Enjoy! I know I did 😉

You helped Dante down into the sofa, where you both collapsed in a heap. Dante sighed with relief and began to pull off his coat.

“Man, that venom packed a punch. I’m still feeling weird. Kinda hot and bothered.”

“I’ll grab you some water. Let’s just rest and chill.”

“Good plan,” Dante replied with a groan.

Tonight’s Demon Hunt proved to be a challenge, even for the pair of you. Their target had been a cross between Humanoid and scorpion. Their stinger head managed to cut Dante on his side. His injury was already improving but it had left him out of sorts and lightheaded. Good old demon DNA to help him heal quickly.

He watched you walk off and found his eyes wander down to your swaying hips. He forced his gaze away, all too aware that now was not the time to proposition you. He busied himself with finding a movie for y’all to watch and pulled off his boots. You returned after a few minutes with drinks and snacks, settling next to him on the sofa.

You handed Dante the glass and he took it with thanks, greedily taking several big swallows.

You laughed and raised your own glass, “Cheers, to your health,”

A little of the drink spilled from the corner of your mouth, running a trail down your neck. Dante’s eyes tracked it to your collarbone, immediately wanting to lick it away. He wanted to latch his mouth to your neck and leave a collar of hickeys. He wanted to hear you gasp and moan for him.

“…I-I’m gonna get changed. I’ll be right back,” Dante excused himself and darted into the bathroom. He changed into loose, fitted shorts and a T-shirt before splashing cold water down his face and neck. Once he felt brave enough to face you, he went back out into the living room.

Yo had also changed into pjs, a blue tank top with long bottoms. The sight of you cozy and relaxed made his heart pound and his cock twitch. He tried to shove the thought aside, but no luck. He wanted to fuck you so badly it started to hurt. But now was not the time. Plopping himself down into the couch, he grabbed hold of his patience and held a pillow in his lap.

He did his best to distract himself with the tv show, snacks, and cold drinks, and it worked for a bit. He certainly felt better now that he had something on his stomach. Yet, when a commercial came on, he saw you shift in his peripheral vision. You stretched your arms out big and he loved watching your muscles flex.

You scooted closer and draped yourself in his lap. Dante’s hand immediately moved to comb through your arm, both in affection and to keep you from moving too much. “How are you feeling, love? All good now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Better thanks to you,”

You rolled over onto your back to look up at him. Dante spotted the outline of your nipples poking through your shirt, and sucked in a deep breath. He found you attractive at almost all times, but right now you were the finest meal he had ever laid eyes on and he was a starving man. He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds, and then tried to focus back on the TV. He knew he was holding himself too stiffly, but what else was he to do When all your little movements sent shocks straight to his cock?

After several painfully long minutes, you sat up and hit the mute button on the remote, “ all right, out with it.”

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Dante attempted.

“Something has you distracted, or riled up. So what is it?”

Dante‘s cheeks reddened as he slowly pulled the pillow out of his lap.

You giggled and squeezed his hand, “Oh, is that all?

“Baby, I feel like I’m gonna explode. Uh, I think this is a side effect of the venom.”

“Oh. No wonder you’ve been acting jumpy. You usually love having me sit in your lap for chill times.”

“I need relief. I-I can go take care of this myself if you aren’t comfortable…” Dante moved to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Hang on, big guy…I think I’m feeling it too,” you replied with a soft smirk.

His eyes widened at your words, “Really? How? You didn’t get stung.”

“I thought maybe the effects were contagious. Or perhaps you’re just giving off a shit ton of pheromones.” You scoot closer, taking his hand to place a kiss.

“…So, you’re okay with this? All of this?”

You leaned down by his ear to whisper, “Love, my panties are soaked through. I want to ride you until I see stars.”

Dante needed no further encouragement. You two quickly stripped each other, trading kisses as you went, and Dante pushed you down into your back with a thud. He attacked your neck with a hunger that left you gasping. He cock hung heavy and flushed red with painful blood flow. He let out little grunts each time it made contact with your skin. You reached down to toy with the head a bit, and he let out a sinful moan.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Not one to be shown up, Dante slipped his hand down toward your folds and was blown away by your wetness.

“About what you are doing to me, I’d say.”

With a grin, he slid his fingers inside with ease, humming, and satisfaction as you clenched around him. You both rubbed into each other‘s hands, desperate for more friction, more of each other.

“More,” you beg, “Please give it to me,”

Dante growled and flashed that signature grin before lining himself up with your hole. He sank into you, hot inch by inch. You both keened when he bottomed out, panting with the relief it brought. This is what you both needed. ‘Fuck your brains out’ Dante was just the animal you needed to make the world go fuzzy.

He began to thrust in and out with a slow drag, savoring the bliss. Gradually, he picked up the pace faster and faster, turning more needy and desperate as he went along. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and moans, filthy words fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Fucking hell, baby. You, you feel even b-better than usual. I feel like I’m ready to blow,”

“Inside!” You ordered as you grabbed Dante’s hand, “Cum inside me, D. I want you to!”

Dante pounced on you for kisses and placed one leg down on the floor. At this angle, his cock massaged against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled backward with pleasure, writhing and squeezing with your whole body. Dante laughed into the kiss and continued thrusting. Just as you felt you might break, Dante lightly rubbed your clit. Stars exploded behind your eyes and you came with a muffled scream. Every inch of you caught fire, including where Dante continued to rearrange your guts, prolonging the orgasm.

At last, he grunted and groaned his way through his own release, with a cry of “Angel”, he came. Hard. He then slumped on his side, with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He pulled you to his chest while he caught his breath, kissing along your sweaty skin.

“That was a-amazing, big guy. I can’t complain about these side effects,” you joke as you stroke his cheek.

He laughs and the vibrations spread throughout you. “I loved it too. You make the prettiest sounds…But I’ll admit I’m not done having fun.” You looked up at him with a questioning smirk, “I’m still rock fucking hard, angel.”

You pressed your hand to his chest to get him to sit up, “Oh? Let me help with that. I want to make good on what I said.”

Dante’s eyes widened and his smile melted you. He settled back into the couch and placed his hands on your hips. You raised yourself up on your knees and sank back onto his cock. The cum still inside you made a sloppy, wet sound that gave you both chills. The slap of skin on skin joined the chorus of your moans. Any coherent thoughts from that point on we’re replaced by the hungry ache for each other’s bodies. You both looked down to find the absolute mess where you were joined together. Your combined juices shined brought and sticky on your skin, slick and arousing. Dante wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, pressing his ear to your chest.

“This is easily the loudest, wettest sex we’ve ever had. Fucking filthy with all that cum.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and toying at your harder nipples. You could have made a porn star blush with your moans.

“I f-feel so full, Dante. It’s like you were m-made for me.”

Dante lifted his head to suck at the sensitive spot below your ear, “Mine. All fucking mine,” he groaned. Your next orgasm was fast approaching, especially with every bounce, your clit rubbed against his bush at the base of his cock. Finally, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into you, biting down on his shoulder and digging your nails into him.

Dante hissed at the sharp stings of pain, but it also made something rumble deep in his chest. As you went boneless against him, Dante doubled his efforts and began to piston into you, “Whoa, you came so much, hun! Yer s-squeezing down so tight around me. Shit, yer making me cum! Every part of me just says ‘cum!’”

With one more pump, Dante spilled his load into and screamed. He nutted so hard he thought he went blind for a second. He fell back onto the couch, and pulled you with him, gentle kisses as he went.

“ I would call this a very successful hunt,” you teased, and grinded your hips a bit for emphasis.

“ I have to agree. I never knew you could make sounds like that. fuck it if the neighbors complain.”

“Oh yeah, screw them.”

“I thought I was screwing you. I could keep going.” He teased back and nibbled at your ear.

You swatted his shoulder lightly, “ You dork. And yes, please. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Without missing a beat, Dante scooped you up and bridal carried you to the bedroom. There were indeed noise complaints from the neighbors, especially once they heard the headboard banging. The two of you apologized, but felt zero shame in your indulgence of each other.

[mythtakens]

it's really the way I can have optimism and have fun even when it's stupid, except for killing Bobby. like for the most part I can enjoy myself watching what can be a very silly show and after some complaining shelve whatever frustrations I have for later when character threads appear and disappear or get rushed for the sake of spending a bunch of screen time on a no stakes emergency or season long storylines end up having no point. and those things ARE deeply frustrating but it's like. fuck whatever these are still the characters I love better luck on that cohesion next time kiddo. I can complain and then eventually move onto looking forward to what's next. uh except for killing Bobby. and like don't get me wrong I personally me myself will continue to do all of that next season and enjoy what I love about the show. but the cloud over everything is Bobby died and THAT wasn't done well and there's no reset or do over?? and the crazy thing is killing a main character is not even weird. you can do that and do it well, if it works with the tone of your show and your stories and you have a real plan. something like that could have felt designed to work with what was already happening with every character and fit into the things already being done in the overall season and have all of that emotionally pay off together and be a good choice for the story and tie into everyone's personal journey. instead it comes across like an idea Tim Minear had in a dream because he wanted to do Something Crazy and couldn't wait to do it and literally everyone hated it and told him it was bad but he was convinced it was gonna rock anyway. and then it feels like everything in the season became somewhat of an afterthought, including in a large part the story of it HAPPENING?

and like yeah of course there is some great acting and a handful of great moments of grief being portrayed and major kudos to the cast for delivering that. but it... not even derailed. just straight up interrupted? every personal storyline. without necessarily replacing a lot of it with anything BESIDES grief. and we're still being like. almost rushed past a lot of those moments to... get to the next B plot that is supposed to meaningfully parallel what we haven't been allowed to process yet? so we can get to the next big emergency that is fun but also kind of nothing? where it's back to the status quo of yay the team and miracles are real? and well it's like. I can enjoy that, sure! but if you didn't want this to truly reverberate or change the tone of the show even temporarily, then choosing something that alters the core of things in a way the audience will not ever move on from is a mistake? and if you did want it to do that, then it's strange to treat it like it doesn't need space to breathe, and you can give it a few minutes and then just jump back to toilet snorkeling and thong jokes in the next episode as long as people are still sad in separate scenes. it will just forever be a really weird way to execute what should have logically had much more care taken with it than anything thus far (not to mention. a really weird way to execute that guy.) and they did not do that. so if you tell me I should get over Bobby or it's "disrespectful" to not want him dead because of the work people put in portraying it I do feel compelled to swing. sad. oh well. there's always the Government Lab.

[star-suh]

Boys Interrupted

Jake Sim & Jay Park x Male Reader

cw: idol au, yn is part of enhypen, threesome, voyeurism.

—

“finally we're done” jay cheered, talking to the rest of the members, it's been a rough week for them with all the promotions they have to do with their recent comeback. they were sitting in the living room now, some of them after showering, others eating or playing video games but two of them were missing, jake and yn. and jay noticed it.

“jakeee!!. ynn!!” he yelled at both, “come to the living room, we're gonna eat some spicy noodles”, they didn't respond. weird, he thought, but he heard something weird, the more he gets closer to their shared bedroom the more weird sounds he hears. “what the..” he walks slowly, carefully, his steps becoming quiet. his hand grabbed the knob of the door while some hushed fucks and harder rumbled on his ears, he turn it slowly, opening the door just a bit to peek inside –he already had an idea what was happening but curiosity got the best of him.

there they were, jake folding yn in half on the bed, his hips snapping wildly against yn's ass. jake whispered dirty words while biting his lower lip and kissing him to swallow his whines and moans. surprised –and excited– by the lewd sight in front of him, a tent formed in jay's pants, “fuck, it's not fair they're the only ones enjoying things here” he sighs, palming his growing erection restrained on his underwear. he looks around to make sure no one is coming to keep staring, giving in into his voyeuristic experience.

“fuck you’re so… tight” jake growls on yn’s ear, his big veiny hand on yn’s mouth, muffling every sound coming out of his throat. his sexy low voice making yn’s body tremble in pleasure, the top then shifts his angle, scraping other parts inside yn’s hole. yn couldn’t help but arch his back, burying himself deeper in the other’s meat –chasing that heat that jake’s provoking on him. jake kept muttering curses, his breath hot against yn’s neck –tickling it, his hole closing around his thick shaft. jake swallowed a moan, biting his lower lip while looking up with his eyes closed –focusing on not cumming right there, with yn’s sloppy hole taut around his hole. sweat dripping down his face and neck, some of them splashing and falling on yn’s body, mixing it with his own. and that’s when he realized something, a peeping tom on the other side of the door, but instead of getting startled by it jake became more aroused, his dick grew bigger inside yn, “fuck, your dick feels bigger all of a sudden” yn mutters burying his face on a pillow, to cover his moans.

jake and jay locked eyes, both flushed faces staring at each other while continuing doing their respective things –one fucking and the other masturbating. jake lifts yn, he puts his legs around jake’s hips while he introduces his dick on his hole, showing jay how well yn is taking him. the scene was sinful, jake getting off on someone watching him doing sexual acts that most péople would consider are intimate but having an audience light something up inside him. jake kissed yn’s collarbone and nipped at it while still looking directly towards jay, like a hunter warning another hunter that that prey is his already, but jay didn’t got intimidated by him –who said a hunter can’t steal another’s prey?.

jake invited him to come in.

who even said hunters can share prey?

yn didn’t notice jay entering the room, jake distracted him with rapid thrusts that sent him to cloud 9. jay leaned against a wall, pulling down his sweatpants, his dick sprung out hard the tip with a red hue, it ached – it needed to be stroked, he coated it with his own saliva, going up and down slowly, soothing the pain of being restrained tight under his underwear. “i like how you’re doing. you’re taking me so well” jake spoke, “glad someone else is a witness of how much of a slut you are for some dick” jake slowly lifted yn’s head by grabbing the back of his neck, showing him how jay was there, they both locked eyes –jay’s stare was dark, pure lust and hunger in them. he didn’t say a thing, he left his cock do the talk, yn’s eyes stared down –another thick cock, his hole throbbed and jake felt it –he chuckled lowly.

fuck, why is he so hot?

feeling his gaze on him now, send shivers down yn’s spine. jake relentlessly snapped his hips against yn’s hole, his ass wobbled with every thrust –he then slowed his pace, drawing a whine out of yn, he positioned himself to now lay on the bed while yn is now on top of him –in a riding position– al without pulling out of him. “wanna join?. there’s room for one more” he puts four digits inside the ring of muscles, showing jay how gape he was already. “should we let him join?” jake asked yn who shook his head in yes motion, his ass closing around the top’s shaft and digits –he was eager to be stuffed to the max, what a slut.

jake nips at yn’s ear, “you hear him, put it in already”. yn’s heart raced, his pulse spiked at jake giving jay permission to fuck him too –as if he was just a fucktoy for him, and he loves it. the heat spreaded throughout yn’s whole body, his body became flushed –back, face, ears all in a red pink-ish hue, the sweat increasing too, he was a mess. jay discarded only his sweatpants, staying with the hoodie on. jake withdrew a little, just enough for jay’s tip to make its way inside the already occupied hole. yn’s whimpers were shaky, jay and jake caressed his back and thighs, teasing, testing him how good is yn doing. jay touched the sensitive skin, it crawled all the way up yn’s back to his head, tugging at the hair to make him look towards him “you’re so fucking pretty” he positioned his hand on yn’s neck to help his head stay still and kiss him, in the process arching his back, letting both dicks go deeper. “let us take care of you” he whispered, cleaning the remaining saliva around his lips with the back of his hand.

jake kiss him next, claiming his mouth too, while jay kept steady thrusts, jabbing his dick constantly –his shaft rubbing against jake’s, the friction making them both to move their hips on their own, chasing more of that heat they’re getting, two big cocks held tight inside someone’s hole, that squeezes them like his life depended on it. jake’s hands roamed around yn’s body while jay’s spread him open, squeezed it and spanked the jiggly glutes of yn, moving due to the recoil caused by the thrusts. jay’s hoodie became soaked in sweat, wet patches appearing on it so he discarded it, his chest now pressed against yn’s back while jake’s fingers were on his lips. yn sucked them, strings of saliva connecting each finger with his mouth.

“fuck, relax” jake manifested, slicking back his damp hair with his hand, sighing in pleasure, he was being overstimulated like everyone else in the room. the feeling of two cocks rubbing against each other in a tight space or of being filled completely –sensations that they haven’t felt until now. it’s a dizzying feeling that felt good –the only words coming out of yn were broken moans and some “more’s” but they came out of him with every thrust the tops did, as if they were pushing them out of him, their dicks jabbing quickly inside him. yn’s insides felt warm, the constant friction making it look as if he was having some kind of fever. “good boy” jake praised, kissing him, “you’re taking us so well” jay compliments too.

the orgasm built fast, the overstimulation there wasn’t a joke at any moment they would reach their climax. jake’s grip tightened while jay angled himself deeper and yn was in between them trembling and in the blink of an eye both tops came, their cocks spurted loads and loads of semen jake whispered loudly a curse while jay groaned lowly. yn followed them soon after, his dick spurting ropes on jake’s abs, painting them white. the three of them riding their highs after such an amazing climax.

the room was filled with the manly scent of sweat and sex, the two tops musk intoxicating a fucked up yn, feeling cockdrunked. jay’s dick slip out of the slippery hole with a pop, coated in white with strings of it connecting his shaft to jake’s and yn’s ass. “so fucking hot. i should've spy you two sooner” he growled while flopping onto the bed besides the other two, that fucking sexy –almost cocky– smirk of his plastered on his face and jake stayed close to yn, his hand resting on one of yn’s asscheeks his dick slipping out slowly too, followed by a stream of mixed cum and lube that felt right on his balls, coating them in the sex-scented liquid. “worth the watch?” jake asked jay, and he nodded, “indeed, it was worth it”.

yn collapsed on top of them both, lazily snuggling in between them to sleep after the tired session. the other two, also feeling weak, followed him to sleep, they could deal the next morning with the other members’ questions.

[envyi5envious]

A COFFEE CRUSH.

࿐ — 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 : YANDERE (Red Hood) Jason Todd x GN Reader. 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : He hates the coffee but he likes you. 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 : 0.7k. 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 : Dark. Obsessive tendencies and stalking. 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 : English isn’t my first language. Enjoy ♡

The strong scent of coffee filled the air as you wiped down one of the tables, glancing at the last customer. It was almost closing time, and he was still there, reading a book with a cup of coffee by his side—probably cold by now.

You’d started noticing him a lot more lately; he was there during every shift. He never spoke to you besides placing his order, but he lingered, often stealing quick glances your way as if assessing you. At first, you thought about talking to him, telling him to back off, but something held you back. There was something interesting about him, or maybe you were just being superficial. You wouldn't deny that you found him attractive—pretty privilege at its finest. But tonight was different. You could practically feel his eyes on you, even when he pretended not to acknowledge you.

You were going to completely ignore it before you heard him speak. "Excuse me. Check, please." Just short of closing time. You made your way over to the man, holding a tray and the bill. You put it on the table, placing the half-full cup of coffee on your tray. That was until he spoke again.

"Do you always work this late?" He knew the answer. You both knew he knew the answer, but he still asked. You could feel your gut clench a bit at his phrasing; he made it sound like he actually cared. Like he knew you. "Yeah. I kind of have to." He gave you a soft hum in response. You lingered for a second too long, but seeing as he wasn't going to say anything else, you just walked back to the counter. The man took some money out of his wallet and placed it in the billbook before standing up and making his way out of the café.

—

Jason made his way to one of the back alleys, resting his back against the hard brick wall as he pulled out a cigarette pack. Pulling one out and lighting it, he inhaled the smoke into his lungs and waited. He waited for you to be done with your shift.

"Fucking hell..." he muttered to himself, watching your moving figure through the building's glass wall. He took another drag from his cigarette, then pulled out his phone. Nine minutes before 12 AM. He opened his messages app and tapped Bruce's contact, starting to type.

JASON : I need a favour.

His thumb hovered over the send button before hesitating. But then he glanced up at you, closing the building lights and opening the door. His pride didn’t matter when it came to you. He pressed send and crushed his cigarette against the wall.

—

Your perception skills could use some work; you didn't notice the man behind you until he lightly tapped your shoulder. You jumped slightly and turned to face him. "Jason," he said. "What?" "My name is Jason," he repeated. His face softened at your confusion, a small smile on his lips. "Sorry if I scared you. I'm a bit... shy." Shy? Right, just shy. "Oh. That's... fine. Um, I was just about to close up. Did you need something or forget anything?" You reached for the building keys, ready to unlock the door if he did.

"Actually, I was going to ask for your number. And if I could take you out sometime." That’s why he’d been at the shop so much—he liked you. How he knew your exact working days? Best not to question it.

You hesitated, caught off guard by his directness. "Oh, well, I didn't expect that." He seemed to sense your hesitation. "Hey, no pressure. Just thought I’d ask." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, attempting to relax the situation, but you could feel the tension behind it.

You glanced at the door, then back at him. You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him that you thought he was weird. But you couldn't. Not because he wasn't, but because you didn't care. "Okay, I guess... what do you have in mind?"

"Maybe dinner? There’s a place nearby."

"Alright," you said, giving in despite the voice in your mind begging you not to. As you exchanged numbers, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. Saving his number, you waved him goodbye before walking away. But Jason didn't move... He lingered.

☆ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩. ©◞✶ envyi5envious

[harkness-pet]

Hello! Could you maybe write something darker where Agatha makes reader think reader’s all alone and seduces her? Maybe uses some magic to make her more needy? Thank youu 🥴

Here you go:)

Just a FYI, it’s been a while since I wrote something and English is not my first language, so please bear with me while I slowly get back to writing. And thank you all for the positive feedback on “what a pretty girl”, it was unexpected, but very much appreciated!

you will never need anything else 

You drop your phone on the table. It is no use to keep staring at it, no message is going to come through. You have tried to call your friends many times, but they’re always busy, never picking up the phone. 

You don’t know what you did wrong. It has started since around the time you moved to your new apartment which you share with a woman named Agatha. The price was not so bad and you could really use some company. 

Your need for company have only grown since your parents stopped responding to your messages, explaining in their last message that they’re busy, and your friends started sending you weird cryptic texts hinting at why they don’t want to be around you anymore. 

But it was your birthday. Shouldn’t they send at least one small message? 

You don’t understand, everything was fine, but it seems like you did something or maybe changed and people just didn’t want to be around you. 

You feel tears spring to your eyes and you blink furiously to get rid of them. You try one more time to call your friend, but the call doesn’t even go to a voice mail, it seems like she blocked your number. 

You stand up and march to the kitchen and rummage through the cupboard to find Agatha’s good gin. It is Friday night after all and your birthday and your shift doesn’t start until Saturday evening. If only you had more money you could just buy a plane ticket and go visit your parents, but the prices are so high and you’re barely hanging there as it is. 

You pour yourself a generous amount of the gin and then see a bottle of some purple syrup in the back titled “for Y/N”. You smile despite the tears. At least you have Agatha - Agatha who makes you home made syrups, who always asks how your day went and who never ignores any text message. 

You add the syrup into the gin and you swear you see it sparkle a bit, but you’re probably just tired and seeing things. 

You’re on your second glass when the tears come again and in that moment Agatha comes home. When she sees your face, she immediately drops her coat and bag and envelopes you in a hug. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asks with worry in her voice and kisses your head. 

“I don’t know,” you weep, hugging her back tightly. “Everyone just… no one has time for me and it’s my birthday and no one even… I don’t understand.” 

“Oh baby,” she whispers. “Come.” She leads you back to the couch, not before eyeing the bottle of syrup with wide eyes. “I see you found my gift.”

“Sorry, I-“

“No, no,” she calms you down and settles down so you’re still in her embrace, enjoying how her fingers run through your hair and draw circles on your back. “It was for you after all. It contains some very special berries from Ireland, they taste magical, but are very hard to find here.”

She puts a finger below your chin and raises it up to make you look at her. Then she brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear and whispers: “special berries for my special girl.”

You smile softly. Agatha always has a way of making you feel important. “Thank you, I liked the taste.”

“No more tears, sweetheart, no one is worth it,” she tells you and caresses your cheek. 

In the moment of vulnerability you have a sudden impulse to kiss her and you do so, closing the distance between you two, planting a firm kiss on her lips.

She doesn’t return the kiss so you move away. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Agatha.”

Agatha smiles and grabs the back of your neck, pushing you forward to kiss you back. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.”

As you’re slowly making out with Agatha, you feel the world  turn upside down and you have to lean back to breathe.

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” you say frowning and suddenly you feel too warm. “I feel…weird.” You start unbuttoning your shirt leaving only a tank top on. 

“Baby,” Agatha whispers and grabs your shoulders, pushing you back to lay down on the couch. “Let me make you feel better.”

You start panting, the heat is making you crazy and you take off the tank top, not even caring that you are not wearing a bra. “Agatha, I need you” you whine. 

“Shh, I know,” Agatha shushes you and with hungry eyes looks over your exposed skin. She leans down to lick your nipple making you moan out loud. “Sweet pretty girl, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Look at you.” 

You don’t have the energy to acknowledge her words, your body is on fire and your whole mind screams agatha agatha agatha as if you were under her spell. You’re pretty sure you’ve never thought about Agatha that way, but that seems so stupid because her mere presence is making you crazy now.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Agatha whispers, sits next to you and softly traces her hands all over your exposed body. “So needy,” she murmurs and pinches your nipples, “so pliant,” she lowers one hand to cover your soaked folds over the sweatpants you’re wearing.

You wish you had more dignity, but in that moment you don’t care as you grab her hand and push it under the waistband of your pants. 

You both moan as her fingers finally reach your center. She slowly circles your clit making your hips thrust up. 

“You are mine, Y/N,” Agatha says and kisses you loudly before kissing your neck, your breasts, your belly, marking you, biting you. “I’m so glad you finally realised that I’m the only one you need.” 

You moan and you whimper and you really cannot imagine you will ever need anything else. 

“You see?” Agatha murmurs against your skin. “Isn’t this better than hanging out with friends who don’t appreciate you? Or parents who don’t even listen to what you have to say?” 

You moan as you come and bring Agatha’s head up so you can kiss her again. You clung to her shoulders, treating them as your anchor. You cannot let go of her. Her wild hair tickle your breasts and you see yourself as an offering, sparkles very similar to the ones in the syrup simmer behind your eyelids and you’re changing. You are not you. You’re Agatha’s.

Your mind is swirling with her, her scent, her eyes, her smirk, her soft skin, you suddenly don’t know what possessed you to ever care that the people you had been once closed to halted any contact with you. You have Agatha and that’s all you need. 

You don’t know that Agatha messed with your phone and email account. You don’t know that your friends received a message from your phone number explaining that you want different friends… you don’t know she actually messages your parents often from a different phone number which she told them is your new one, telling them you’re good and well and very busy. 

You think you have no one but Agatha. You think you don’t need anyone else but Agatha. And Agatha and her special berries made sure you will always think that. 

[fieldofheathers-stuff]

And yet, I burn.

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Imma be honest, guys, I’m not exactly sure what I was aiming for with this one... except that it first turned way spicier than I intended, and then it just turned…weird. But like, in a good way. So imma keep it. Uploading it here before I start not liking it anymore (knowing me, that will likely happen in about 24 hours or less).

Anyway, enjoy some weird, surrealist Thranto for the soul. Idk man.

Black and white sketch below the cut + bonus nsfw-ish (?) headcanons because, at this point, why not.

Anyway, aside from the fact that I will die on the hill that these two ONLY hook up later in life for angsty reasons (why have them do the horizontal tango immediately when you can have 30 years of soulful pining, amrite?), I also think that, had they hooked up as younger men, it would have been BAD.

Like, BAD BAD. The inherent power imbalance of the dynamic, mixed with the emotional immaturity of both (outright emotional stuntedness in Thrawn's case, I would argue) would have just made it for an awful, terrible relationship, and through no fault of their own. I think it's true that they love each other from very the beginning... I just don't think that would be enough. There's just no way that 20-year-old Eli, with all his wide-eyedness and hero worship, would have been able to deal with Thrawn's baggage, and Thrawn would 100000% feel guilty about it (and wouldn't know how to fix it, which in turn would make him feel even more guilty). It's no bueno.

50-year-old Eli, however... now that would be a guy who gets it and, most importantly, knows how to deal with it.

And that's what Thrawn needs, really; he needs someone who can reality check him, because when you're so smart, so extraordinary all the time, you need someone who can bring you down to earth and keep you tehtered to some semblance of reality.

And it's also what Eli needs, because it's the final proof that they have moved beyond their old mentor-protegé dynamic and can finally engage with each other on equal ground, which is what he always wanted. Also, he finally finds the one field in which Thrawn is not, like, a literal savant and an untouchable genius; the one thing in which he can take the lead, and, in a way, return the favor of guiding him through something complicated and beautiful.

All this to say that, yeah, Thrawn is totally the bottom. (And he likes it that way, thank you very much).

XDDDDD

All jokes aside, I think it kind of has to be that way (Thrawn being the one who has to be gently led... in bed and otherwise). Think about it: Thrawn is selfless to the point of self-annihilation. Put that kind of attitude in a relationship and what you get is an absolute disaster. He needs an Eli who can remind him that this is about what he wants as well, and not only what he can give, or achieve, or sacrifice. And, to be honest, I think most of the time Thrawn himself barely knows what he wants - not just sexually, I think this applies to all the areas of his life that aren't about his "keeping the Ascendancy safe" agenda - so the fact that Eli knows him so well (and sometimes understands him better than he understands himself), and has the skill to navigate him through his feelings in ways he can actually process is absolutely key. I actually love the idea of this role-reversal: of Eli nurturing his emotional world in the same unorthodox ways Thrawn used to help him flourish as a leader.

They would probably be quetly passionate, and very sensual; I think Thrawn would enjoy that even more than outright sexuality (although he is not averse to it at all... he is, after all, Eli-sexual) as a slower, less overwhelming option of exploring intimacy - another thing that fiery young Eli would 100% not understand, and probably interpret negatively, knowing him. He does, after all, crash out from one, albiet severely mislplaced, "good day", so imagine what a "uhhh I'm not really into having sex with you" would do to him.

An experienced, older Eli tho? Possibly one who has had plenty of time to burn off his youthful exuberance with many, many partners? Now, that is a guy who can totally be into slow, leisurly, sensual lovemaking. And, to a guy like Thrawn, feeling seen and understood (in all his multiple imperfections, idiosincrasyes and human mistakes that he so endeavors to keep hidden in his regular life) would mean more than any type of earth-shattering, knee-bending, mind-melting sex that a 20-year-old Eli Vanto would probably be into. And the best part? With 50-year-old Eli Vanto, he can get both. A win-win situation, if you ask me. XDDD

[beabaaboop]

⌗ 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 ! .. 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀

⌗ 𝜗𝜚 ✉️┆ ⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 , 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 , 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ⭑.ᐟ

( ʬʬ. ) ── 𝒊𝙣𝙛𝙤 : 𝗀𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺���𝖾𝗋 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 : 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 , 𝖾𝗍𝖼 , 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 , 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 , 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 , 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗆𝗌 , 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋

꒰ ✉️ ꒱ : ❝ leave the scent of your cologne ❞

› wc. 1266┃ 𝓐𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗩𝗘

tossing and turning sucked , right ? especially in the middle of the night sleeping with someone who sleeps so , weirdly. damian was of the sort who slept .. "perfectly". he wasn’t hitting you , he slept in a calm position looking so peaceful. then there you were , tossing and turning , waking up on the other side of the bed.

so when you told damian you shouldn’t share a bed , he didn’t take you seriously. he thought you were overthinking the situation , he offered you to sleep there , to get rest. not to mention , you two weren’t dating , so it was weird already. you told him thousands of times , "let me sleep on the floor you will regret your decision in the morning.."

the only reason you two were sharing a bed was because you didn’t feel like going home , your parents already approved as well. you thought you could have the guest room or something , but his dad was hosting a late night gala or something. you weren’t really paying much attention but it’s whatever. so when you had to stay in that room with damian you almost killed yourself.

you were a terrible sleeper , you were just going to jump out of the bed and into the floor when he went to sleep. spoiler alert , it didn’t work.

ATTEMPT 1

you had patiently waited for his pretty little eyes to flutter asleep. the sound of his sighs , and chest moving slightly up and down. your plan would’ve worked if it was for the fact that damian wasn’t asleep. he had rested his eyes to enjoy the small presence you made next to him , clinging onto his arm for comfort. but as you slowly let go , moving sideways and all kind of ways he immediately caught on. “ beloved , what in the name of unruly behavior are you doing ..?” he had caught your wrist , he had a small grip not wanting to hurt you. “ i was going to .. use the bathroom.” small lies hurt not only you , but him. “ go , but when you come back fall asleep , ok ? we have only five hours to ourself before jason and dick come here storming in.” nodding your head , he had let you go. as you had used the bathroom , you brainstormed some more. then the most terrible idea popped into your head.

ATTEMPT 2

you thought if you were clingy enough he would push you off or something. so you decided to cuddle him in a friendly manner. you were a bit shorter than him , more like a lot , but both your chests had touched each other or close enough to that. your head buried in his neck , taking the sweet raw scent of him.

you didn’t know what to do with your legs so you just let them dangle. you had intertwined one of your hands with his. “ beloved , are you cold ?” mission failed once again. why couldn’t he just understand your terrible sleeping ? and the worse part about this is you also needed sleep for the big thing tomorrow , " family vacation " or some shit. your parents would be coming as well , and one of your siblings as the rest had stuff to do.

you would be sitting next to damain on his dad’s private jet. you only dug yourself deeper into him , and he had wrapped the cover around you more. “ please get sleep , you will get extreme jetleg when we get there if you don’t ..” he was always soft during the night , defensives less there and just more damian.

you couldn’t tell if it was because of you , or because of the fact he was sleepy. you wanted to sleep but you had other plans.

ATTEMPT 3

you stared at him for what felt like ten minutes , he noticed almost immediately. your lingering eyes , watching his adam’s apple bob , touching it every now and then. you swear you saw him flinch a bit , but like who wouldn’t though ? your hand had lingered to his chest , then downwards , for someone who serves angry cat all the time he has a pretty softly toned figure. “ my love , i thought you were going to sleep ..” and then you were caught , you kinda knew already. diverting your eye contact with him , he brought your chin up to eye view. “ tell me what’s wrong because i’m sleepy , and you seem like it too ..” like said earlier , he was more soft during the night , he needed breaks more often then he’d like to let on. “ nothings wrong , let’s just go to sleep , k ?” he nodded his head reluctantly , rolling his eyes a bit. as you two had fell asleep , you were sound asleep , and damian’s worst nightmare had just begun.

MIDNIGHT TERRORS

as you were asleep , damian had took in that you final went to bed. he , however , hadn’t , he needed to make sure you were really asleep. him doing this ended badly than more can imagine. you had already started rotating , and not to mention you were a heave sleeper. you slept through hurricane , tornadoes , thunderstorms , the broken fire alarm that needed batteries , and not to mention , rollercoasters. so as your body slowly inched off the bed , your head dangling , damian had took notice at that. “ are you ok ?” his voice fell on your asleep ears , you didn’t take in much when you were asleep or tired. “i’ll take that as a yes ..” he then sighed bringing you back up. he caressed your cheek , your sleeping body to him still looked radiant. but then you started kicking him , and from there , he slowly felt as if you needed a sleeping bag.

THE MORNING AFTER

“ well you look well ..” jason had joked about damian’s sleepy appearance. of course damian got sleep , one hour of it anyways. to him it was worth it , knowing his favorite person got rest. “ shut up.” you had slept amazingly , you were still a bit tired though. although you were talking with tim , and if anybody knew you two well enough , it was that you two were fairly similar. “ well they looked like they slept pretty good ? why is that damain ?” dick was trying to pry open damian , it would never work but he never cared. dick and jason ended up not visiting you two when you guys were asleep. in fact , nobody knew you fell asleep with damian , in the same bed. you’ve slept with him before , on the couch but that was different since he was the one that was asleep. “ no reason , now can you just let me live ..?” damian’s prickly personality slowly peeped out , never in front of you anymore. well he still does , but now it’s more of an in a sassy manner. “ wait did you two sleep together !!?” well someone said that too loud , everyone heard what dick and jason said in unison. well it was true , but this would be one awkward plane ride and summer trip

© 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗽 , 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 , 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 , 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 , 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 , 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

[fandom-smutty-shots]

The Boys kissing their s/o for the first time

Request

Masterlist

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Characters: Starlight, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, Black Noir, Soldier Boy, and Homelander

Warnings: Mild mention of choking in the Soldier Boy one, other than that, all family friendly!

A/N: I haven't written in so long I'm sorry! I'm totally burned out at work, but I will do my very best to stay on schedule. Enjoy, and let me know what you want to see me post!

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Starlight

Annie would be so nervous to make the first move.

You had been seeing each other for a while, and it was almost awkward how bad you wanted to kiss each other, but just kept avoiding it.

Finally, you realized you would have to make the first move.

So you did. As you gently placed your lips to hers and gave her a quick peck, she'd grab the back of your head and deepen it, molding your lips together as if they were meant to be.

After that, you had no issues making out.

Queen Maeve

Maeve would make you so nervous.

After your first date, she would walk you home through side streets and alleys, trying to avoid getting recognized.

When she found a quiet spot away from everyone, she grabbed you by the waist and whirled you around to face her. She would push you against the wall and put her hand up to trap you in, a cocky grin on her face.

She would crash into you and take every bit of you, making you forget everything else in the world.

It would be the perfect end to the perfect night.

Billy Butcher

You know your first kiss with Billy would be savage.

He would pull your hair back and force you into him, starved for the love he missed.

He would devour you whole, taking every bit of resistance away and melting you into his arms.

Hughie Campbell

God, your first date with Hughie would not go smoothly.

Everything seemed wrong. You were supposed to go on a hike, and it poured rain and thunderstorms. You decided to go to a restaurant, and poor Hughie couldn't get his card to work and you ended up paying.

The food was bland and the conversation was boring, as if something was off.

Which is weird for the two of you, as you had been friends for years and never had this issue.

"This should go down in history as the worst date ever." Hughie finally breaks the silence as he walks you home, the chill in the air making you shiver.

"It wasn't that bad," you try to make him feel better, but he saw right through it.

He would stop and look at you before placing a quick kiss on your lips, his nervousness clear in the action.

"Well, that certainly improved my night," you laugh as he blushes.

Black Noir

Your first kiss would be quick, but the most meaningful moment you've had so far.

This is because it's the first time he took his mask off for you. He wouldn't say anything, not yet, but he would show his passion for you with the way he desperately holds your face and devours you.

It would last for what felt like forever, and you were thankful he trusted you enough to show you his scars.

It would, however, make you hate Soldier Boy for what he did to your love.

Black Noir deserved everything good in the world after everything he did for you.

Soldier Boy

Ben doesn't know the meaning of the word gentle.

He would ruin you with just a simple kiss.

He would hold you against the bed with a hand around your neck, making your head light as he took control.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulled back to ask you, his thumb running along your jawline.

"No," you would answer, in just a whisper. "Kiss me again."

And of course, he was happy to make you feel good. Over, and over, and over again.

Homelander

John would be afraid to hurt you.

He knows his strength is too much at times, and you were very easy to break.

He would talk you through every step of the way as his hand brushed your cheek and he slowly leaned in, letting you lead the kiss as your lips finally touched.

It would be slow and gentle, the way his hands held you and felt up and down your body would be earth-shattering.

If you weren't in love already, you certainly were now.

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

hi!! I adored your recent tech fic “more than calculations” abd was wondering if I could request something between tech and a reader who doesn’t flirt or do all the romance things kind of how tech is? I love the idea of them having the same way of showing each other love and they just understand each other even if others don’t really understand how they are together! I hope that made a bit of sense 🙈🩷 thank you!! 💗

“Exactly Us”

Tech x Reader

“Are you two… together?”

Omega blinked up at you, head tilted with that signature mix of innocent curiosity and surgical precision, like she was investigating the oddities of adult behavior again.

Tech glanced up from his datapad, not the least bit ruffled. You didn’t look away from the gear you were calibrating, either. A beat passed.

“Yes,” you both said in perfect unison.

Omega squinted, unconvinced.

“But you don’t do anything!” she exclaimed, arms flailing slightly. “No hand-holding, no kissing, no—ugh—staring at each other like Wrecker and that woman from the food stalls!”

You shrugged. “We fixed the water pump system together last night. That was plenty.”

Tech nodded. “And we enjoy our shared quiet time between 2100 and 2130 hours. Typically on the cliffside bench.”

Omega made a face. “That’s it?”

“That is a significant amount of bonding,” Tech replied, tapping at his datapad. “Just because it doesn’t conform to more overt romantic displays does not mean the bond is any less valid.”

You added, without looking up, “We don’t need to prove anything.”

Omega grumbled and wandered off, muttering something about how weird grownups were. You smirked faintly.

When the datapad made a soft chime, Tech turned it toward you. It was a thermal reading—your shared analysis project on the geothermal vents near the northern cliffs.

“You were correct,” he said, adjusting his goggles. “There is a secondary vent system. I suspect it branches beneath the island’s reef shelf.”

You leaned closer to the screen. “Nice. That’ll stabilize the water temps around the farms. You wanna go check it out?”

“Affirmative,” he said. Then, after a pause: “I enjoy when we do these things together.”

You looked up at him and nodded, your version of “I do too.”

The two of you set out across Pabu, walking in companionable silence. You didn’t talk much. You didn’t have to. There was a rhythm, an ease to your presence beside each other. When you handed Tech a scanner without being asked, or when he adjusted your toolbelt with a small, thoughtful flick of his fingers — that was your version of affection.

Sometimes, Wrecker would nudge Crosshair (visiting, grumbling, but always watching) and whisper, “How do they even like each other?”

Crosshair would reply, “They don’t need to. They get each other.”

Later, the sun dipped low, casting warm gold across the cliffs. You and Tech sat side by side on your usual bench. No words. Just a datapad between you, exchanging quiet theories, occasionally pointing at the sea when a bird swooped or a current shifted strangely.

Tech finally broke the silence.

“Most people… expect something different from a relationship. More expression. More effort.”

You looked at him. “This is effort. Just a different kind.”

His lips curled slightly at the edge — his version of a full grin.

“I concur.”

After a moment, he added, “You are the first person I’ve encountered who does not require translation of my silence.”

You gave a small smile and leaned just enough to bump your shoulder against his. “And you’re the first person who doesn’t expect me to say things I don’t feel like saying out loud.”

He reached over and adjusted your sleeve where it had folded weirdly. Not romantic. Not flashy. Just… quietly right.

Behind you, somewhere near the beach, Omega was laughing, chasing a crab and antagonising Crosshair.

But here, in this quiet little corner of peace, you and Tech sat in absolute understanding.

No need to explain. No need to perform. Just existing.

Exactly as you were.

Exactly together.

[stump-not-found]

hrgh rambled on vc about theraprism bill for hours and i woulda kept doing it . will tuck it safely under the read more

institutes are banal in their cruelty . agency is a complicated subject . bill is a cornered rat who's always been a cornered rat . what does he look like in a scenario where he's back at square one ?

i think he'd lock tf in honestly . tbob wasn't a bad attempt . like the book was a mess of him oversharing, but he managed to get something out the door that wasn't meant to . high security facility for tyrants and he still slipped something thru the cracks -- that's interesting ! i wanna play in that space which takes into account bill cipher is competent and more than willing to rip his fate out of the jaws of whatever sick punchline the universe is setting up for him

i think bill cipher can have his moments of patheticness . he's fun to put in the blender for a lil bit i also enjoy a bill cipher jamba juice from time to time

i just also think he got where he was in life for a reason . he's charismatic . he's funny . people genuinely like him, a natural born cult leader . he's extremely smart, and knowledgeable . he's willing to do a lotta shit most people wouldn't which already puts him ahead of the game

i think the thing that's the most fun about bill being in the theraprism is when you acknowledge he's a person . he's been put in a place where he no longer has any agency . his entire life has been chasing any scrap of agency he can get, and never feeling like he's got it . i love that thread, because this wouldn't be anything new for him -- bill's never had agency as far as he's concerned . always clawing his way for the right to exist

he's a cornered rat, he's always been a cornered rat, and he's gotten pretty god damn good at clawing his way back to the top . i think it's fun being able to explore what that looks like, how that power struggle would function in a place where he is pretty well and truly powerless

then if you throw ford into the mix, now he's got a wedge . and it's fun playing with bill trying to reconcile the ways he wants to use ford as leverage, with the reality that ford is his weakness . that doesn't change just because bill beefed it big time . the fact he won't acknowledge that just about dooms him to it, and that's awesome . i love cycles man. keep pretending that love did not undo you in a mind-bogglingly brief amount of time, i'm clapping and cheering about it yippeeeeee

ohhh it's just so fun . take my man and have him lock tf in . i wanna see him clawing at those walls and being a genuine threat to the system, while coming to terms with the fact that reincarnation is just about inevitable

it's such a weird fucking situation . you can talk so much about personhood, and agency, and how he took those things from others, but like . dude you still deserve to be a person . you still deserve to be treated well . so did all the people you hurt . theraprism presents such a good pressure chamber to have a narrative exploring how someone like bill reconciles those facts, if ever

rooting for you man . i think your success is more narratively interesting than failure

oh goddd and don't get me started on the meta implications of reincarnation as a narrative representation of how so frequently "character redemption" equals the death of the original character, replacing them with someone completely different, usually "good" and "domestic" hhhhhhh

turn him into a moth . turn him into a human . at the end of the day his personality has been so twisted and warped it's not even the same person anyways

my tuoyyyyys

[devilishlysmall]

last lines of my first 2 coke bender after 10 days clean, went like this :

started after my last day of work on tuesday, had planned it all and bought some just after work and then went at a new guy friend's place I made, was dying to use but thought i wouldn't be able to with him, but he found out by accident i used and yeah we i started sniffing lines with him from 3 AM to 8 AM so it was Wednesday, did less than one gram, had an amazing time

went home, got some stuff done and avoided the crash by sleeping from 12 AM to 7 PM, ate a bit and cleaned my place cause same guy friend was coming over later, i didn't feel sick or tired, mostly normal

sniffing 4 or 5 lines from 10 PM to midnight while waiting for my guy friend

went on a break while with him for 3 hours, just enjoying the high and being with him, had high sex and it was great, he left at 3 AM

after he left, so after a 3 hour break, i felt the effects of the crash and immediatly got back to sniffing. I had a bit more than half of the 2 grams left

snorting non stop while taking 15 minutes minimum / 1 hour maximum breaks between the lines

now it's 9 AM, it's my last lines left, and i'll have finished the 2 grams. i'll be finished before the afternoon, i'll sleep a lot and be good to work tomorrow.

so yeah, great bender. the comedown's gonna kill me, but it was worth it. i wanted to save some coke for next week at first, but it's been too long and i want to enjoy myself. so yeah, two days bender with 2 grams, and i took most of it that night leading up to this morning, so i'm exhausted physically but mentally so alert and happy lmao, i fucked up one of my nostrils by doing so much in so little time after a long break, so i had to switch nostrils and use both, when i normally only use one, but yeah, don't care, it was worth it.

i'll probably regret it later but not right now. going to take some more time to sniff these last lines though, as i want to enjoy them. feel the high as long as i can. fuck i missed it, and yeah i don't know why i wrote this all down but i felt like documenting this bender, it was so amazing, probably the best bender i had on coke. not the last though. never the last. also sex on coke is great. doesn't mean i like creepy messages or replies and that me saying that is an invitation for you creepy guys to tell me some weird shit in private messages or in the replies of this post. it's just a fact. sex on coke was great. and i'm really glad i did it. first time i truly enjoyed sex since my breakup with my ex. wish i could have done coked out sex with him, would've been insane. okay, end of the thoughts that i can't stop typing, coke really makes me talkative, back to sniffing my last lines !

[lunatf-ao3]

HEAT CYCLE ❦︎

[TFP] Megatron/Minicon!Reader

[⚠︎]: NONCON, nsfw, size difference, submissive reader, minicons here are very rare

I'm hesitating whether to make a more complete part two of this. Thank you so much for the support I have received, it excite me so much!!

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Megatron's gaze is disdainful as he stares at the diminutive technician a few feet away from him, fixing the sound system of some of your holographic communication systems.

Your small structure and design is similar, a minicon, of course. Smaller, weaker Cybertronians, initially created as low-level, unimportant workers. The war made that a thing of the past. In fact, you were the only minicon on your ship.

Was it low to have one working for him, in his strong legion? Something so small, so weak, useless? Hm, but you're cute.

Maybe it's his initiating heat cycle, but it's inevitable to find you attractive so vulnerable there, at his beck and call, even being so small and simple. Those optics barely looking at you nervously, those blunt antennae, those tiny servos....

Simply thrilling.

Unable to help it, your designation leaves his dermas.

"Come here." He barked, with contempt and excitement.

Your antennae perk up at the call, laying down your tools as if your life depended on being there as soon as possible (maybe it does, you'll never know). The steps are hollow until you bow to him submissively.

"How may I serve you, Lord Megatron?"

Megatron watches your timid approach intently, just having you there, so docile and harmless, he could tear you apart with his claws without any effort.

But that was not his plan. "Come here, between my legs."

You empty them a little before nodding and heading obediently up to between her legs, your tank bubbling. Your optics can't meet his filled with.... Something. You're unsure what his intentions are.

"Oh, come closer, do not be afraid. I will not hurt you." His voice is silky, too gentle for you who, without choice, can only move closer.

And with that you are facing their interface panel as a requested invader.

Megatron's red optics lustfully pierce you, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. You had casually heard something from Knockout about a heat cycle and Megatron.

You begin to suspect that your powerful leader is in a heat cycle. And you are his unfortunate victim. You're about to open your mouth when he speaks again.

"You are obedient, are not you? You do not question, you do not hesitate, how clever of you." He strokes one of your antennae, you swallow your words. "What delicate components, what fragile parts."

"I am going to enjoy you very much, little one."

With that statement, your interface panel retracts completely to expose a thick, hard, weeping spike. It confirms your doubts and fears.

"Suck."

The command is clear, but you hesitate. His spike is large, of course, too intimidating for a helmet as small as yours. Gray dominated the length, accompanied only by faint square biolights on the sides and a grayish purple tip that dripped thick, sickly violet transfluid.

Though seeing it squint through the optics with menace was enough.

Pulling out the glossa, you awkwardly lick the tip, the transfluid tasting odd, but you say nothing, continuing on. You only hear a hum from him, so you keep licking around it, smearing every part of his spike with oral lubricant.

The metal moves with each of your licks and his tip drips enough to cover his entire cock.

You think it's weird. It's definitely weird, and you can't exactly say you're enjoying it in any way.

After a few clicks, Megatron gets tired and pulls you away by tugging you away from an antenna. "I told you suck, not lick."

"I am sorry."

You mutter, turning your attention to a more specific spot. You take his spike in your smaller servos awkwardly, sucking the tip hesitantly.

Megatron looks down at you from above, satisfied with your submission. You were adorable, a perfect little toy.

He pushed your helmet with one of his claws to push a little more of his spike into your intake, unsatisfied with only receiving attention at its tip.

"Hm." You're annoyed to find that just a few inches in you can't push any further.

It made you pull away again, your words coming out quickly.

"I am sorry, Lord Megatron, my mouth is too small for your spike, it is too big."

"Then set aside some of those irrevelant parts in your intake to make room for me. You do not want to disappoint me now."

"They are not irrevelant..."

The tyrannical leader crouched down, looking directly into your optics. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." And your transformation mechanisms quickly do their job of pushing important parts of your intake further down. It's uncomfortable and a little painful, but more painful is death, so you open your mouth once more.

This time, he inserts his spike more freely, abusing the space until your intake can take no more and tears overflow from your optics.

"That is it." Megatron's moan is choppy, enjoying the tight, wet space. His claws hold your helmet firmly in place as he begins to wiggle his hips, fucking your little intake as if it was made for exactly that.

The lunges are lazy but hard. The penetration feels strange, painful, his spike touches your intake all the way down and crushes your glossa down, completely filling the already limited space.

You lean back on his thighs, letting him use you for several more clicks.

Finally, after upping the pace a few more lunges, his overload comes with a deep grunt of pleasure. The stream of warm, slippery semen went straight down into your tank and overflowed down your dermas.

Despite your moans, Megatron kept you going until the last drop of transfluid went right down into your tank.

The structure of your ingestion returned to its place as you felt the evil leader's spike withdraw. You'd be lying to say it's not too good a relief. Still, your vocalizer needs to reboot.

"Ah, you did magnificently, little minicon! What a good little thing, so obedient. You wll make a good toy for your master, will not you?"

He purrs, sitting on his lap with a hop. His spike now almost exceeded the height of your entire abdomen.

One of his claws caressed your interface panel as the crimson optics locked onto it. What a tiny valve you must have had under that tiny panel! I could almost lick your dermas with anticipation.

He was not surprised when you immediately obeyed his command to open before him. And he was right, you did have a small valve, made more for someone your own size. A little bigger than the size of the tip of his spike, well, that was enough for him.

He stroked the soft rubber already lubricated. "Do you enjoy serving your leader in this way?".

"Yes, my lord. I enjoy it very much." The tremor in your barely restarted voice amused him. You were so nervous, so shy.

"That is good to hear. From now on, I claim you as my property, unique to my use."

Followed by his words, he inserted one of his claws into your valve, earning a squeal from you. It felt big and long enough to touch a good spot inside you. Without waiting, he rammed in quickly, withdrawing his claw just long enough before inserting it forcefully again.

"Lord Megatron!" Your moan is sweet in his audio receivers, and he turns up the speed hoping to get more of those sweet calls out.

"That's it, moan my name like that, sweet little thing." He cheered, rubbing your node with his thumb.

*M-My Lord!" You wiggle your hips, whimpering and moaning like you're in heat.

Your valve quickly begins to lubricate, the pain delicious to Megatron, who quickly grows impatient as your cycle intensifies.

It's okay, surely you're ready enough as it is. I was planning to make you beg for your overload, but that would be for later.

I pull his claw from your wet valve, lapping up the rest of your fluids. "Delicious."

He quickly accommodated you, lining up the tip of his spike with your little valve. The difference in size was noticeable, almost sinful, and that further ignited Megatron's spark.

"Lord Megatron, that won't fit inside me!" Your intervention is annoyed, terrified and shocked.

Megatron rolled the optics. "Make it fit." And he pushed.

You barely get your mechanisms to push aside components inside you, making room for his spike once more, before you feel the tip penetrate the soft sealed rubber. The pain kicks in, and you doubt it will go all the way in.

When he pushes a little further, you swallow saliva, squeezing the servos. "Lord Megatron..." You plead, unsure of what you are asking.

A particularly hard thrust makes you whimper, clinging to him. He's opening you up like a newly purchased toy, waiting to use you to your heart's content.

When he keeps going lower, you gasp out some pleas as you give in and fall against the underside of his chest, clawing at his shoulders. "L-Lord!"

But Megatron doesn't plan to stop. Your valve expands like never before, and your insides desperately try to accommodate the painful invader. "L-Lord Megatron!!!"

For a click the door to the room opens amidst your shout, revealing a Knockout who, with quickly cut off words, turns around and goes back the way he came.

At least he'll know what happened to you, because you'll definitely have to pay him a visit.

Finally, Megatron settles himself inside you with a deep moan of pleasure, clenching his claws on your hips. Your legs hang limp on the sides of his thighs, and your servos squeeze him weakly.

"So tight..." Megatron murmurs, almost overwhelmed. Just as he imagined, you were deliciously tight, smothering his spike between your wetness. "What a greedy little hole, looking to get my transfluid out so fast."

You can barely mumble a few words. You feel... Drunk and overwhelmed. Her spike fills half of where your tank and processing system should be, pushing straight into your gestation chamber like it's nothing. You are... too full, too full to be comfortable. The heavy metal pushes against your abdomen, as if to split you in two.

Megatron is kind enough to wait a few clicks for you to halfway get used to it before, without asking, grabbing your hips and lifting you up to leave only half of his spike inside. "Wow, even so you are squeezing me so well!"

He teased, lowering you once more to take it all the way in. He leaned back on the throne, manipulating your hips to his liking.

"We are going to have so much fun, my little companion."

[onesiesdaydream]

okay hello hello this is the first time do smth like this (the requests I mean) so I hope I’m doing this right but I saw the rainy day one shot/headcanon of chuuya and I loved it ugh your writing style is amazing SO can I request then oneshot headcanon thingy with Chuuya with an s/o that absolutely LOVES rainy days and will like drag him out to dance in the rain?

I sure hope I’m doing this right if requests aren’t on feel free to ignore this

Cheating Gravity I Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

Summary: Chuuya indulges your rain-loving whims.

A/N: Hey, thank you so much for your lovely request! You absolutely did this right, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the rainy day Chuuya one-shot. Please, feel free to send in as many requests as you'd like! Sorry for the wait — I took a bit longer than I hoped to get this written, but your idea of dragging him out to dance in the rain was just too adorable to pass up. I really hope this little headcanon captures that playful, cozy vibe you wanted. I’m slowly getting to all of the requests, but I’ve been really busy lately, so things are moving a bit slower than usual. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this! 🥰❤️ Also, I had Ma Belle Evangeline playing while wirting this and I found it very fitting for this.

Song: Ma Belle Evangeline - Jim Cummings

MASTERLIST

Headcanons:

At first, he doesn’t quite get it. He’s used to being irritated by the rain—wet clothes, the humidity, the damp feeling that clings to his skin. It’s the opposite of the way he likes things. But the first time you mention how much you love the rain, he finds it a bit… strange. You actually like it?

The first time, he instinctively uses his ability to keep the rain off you both. The droplets curve away, suspended like glass beads in the air before they hit. You don’t even notice at first—just that you’re dry despite standing in a storm. “You’re welcome,” he says with a smug grin. But when you pout at him, arms crossed, saying, “No fair, I wanted to feel the rain,” he just stares at you like you’ve personally insulted his intelligence.

“You want to get drenched…on purpose?” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re so weird.” But even as he says it, the gravity field drops and the rain pours over you both—and when you laugh, tilting your head back to the sky, Chuuya can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Weird or not, you’re beautiful when you’re happy.

Then, one rainy afternoon, you grab his hand and drag him outside to dance. You look so excited, so free, that he can’t help but laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he says, but you’re already tugging him into the downpour. Before he knows it, you’ve got him in the middle of the yard, feet slipping on the wet pavement, twirling under the gray sky.

Chuuya’s the type to get all moody and grumpy about the rain, but seeing how much it means to you? He won’t argue. He’ll let you tug him out into the rain, even if he gets soaked to the bone.

He’s a bit reluctant at first, but then— something about the way you’re laughing, your joy echoing in the soft patter of rain against the ground, starts to make him relax. When you spin into his arms and pull him closer, all soaked through, he finally gets it. There’s something peaceful about the rain when you’re with someone who loves it. Maybe it’s the way the world seems to slow down, as if the rain is pulling everything into focus—just you two, and nothing else.

He’s not an expert at dancing. Let’s be honest, Chuuya’s idea of “dancing” is probably limited to some rough moves when the mood strikes him. But when he sees the way you light up, the way you’re completely lost in the rhythm of the rain, he decides he’ll give it a shot.

 If you want to slow dance with him in the rain? He’ll hold you close, careful of the chill but not caring about the cold. His arms around your waist, guiding you with the kind of softness he doesn’t often show, because you make him want to be better. Even if he doesn't fully get why you love the rain, he gets why it’s you—and that’s enough for him.

By the time you’re both drenched, he’s still not convinced he loves the rain, but he’s smiling, his arm wrapped around your waist as you both stand there, catching your breath. “You’re insane, but I’ll admit... this is... fun.” He chuckles, his voice a little softer than usual. The rain doesn’t feel so heavy when he’s here with you, and somehow, that makes all the difference.

Chuuya, though reluctant, will definitely join in your playful rain-soaked antics. He’ll pull you close, spin you around and maybe even give you a playful nudge toward the biggest puddle in the street. “Go on, you’re the one who loves this mess,” he’ll tease, but secretly? He loves how happy you are. Even if he pretends not to.

Afterwards, he’ll make sure you’re warm and dry. A cup of your favorite tea in hand, a cozy blanket, and maybe even a little grumbling about how “stupid rain is” when he’s trying to get out of his soaked clothes. But it’s all done with the same warmth in his gaze when he catches you grinning at him from across the room.

Sometimes when you drag him into the rain, he’s tired or sore from a mission and not quite up for dancing on the street. So instead, he wraps an arm around your waist, touches the brim of his hat—and lifts you both gently off the ground.

The first time he does it, you gasp, clinging to him instinctively. “Chuuya! We’re— we’re flying!”

“Nah,” he says, smirking. “We’re just cheating gravity a little.”

He keeps you both hovering just above the rooftops, the skyline soft and glimmering beneath the rain. The city is muted from up here, and the rain feels gentler somehow. The two of you spin lazily in the air, suspended in your own little world as you dance midair, boots thumping softly against nothing.

He uses his gravity control to twirl you effortlessly mid-air, like some kind of magical slow-dance. One second your feet are above his, the next you’re upside down and laughing while he effortlessly rights you with a flick of his fingers and a roll of his eyes.

He starts keeping spare towels by the door. He’ll deny it if you ask, says it’s because he’s “sick of tracking water through the house,” but really? It’s because you always come in dripping and laughing, and he’s secretly started to enjoy being the one to catch you in his arms, wrap you up, and grumble under his breath while drying your hair like it’s a chore (it’s not).

Even if he’ll never admit it, he starts checking the forecast on his days off. And if rain’s coming, he’ll clear the evening. Because deep down, there’s a part of him that’s started to enjoy it, too—not the rain itself, but what it means: you laughing, spinning, soaked through and glowing, dancing in his arms like you belong there. And honestly? That’s worth getting drenched for.

Cheating Gravity (Oneshot):

The moment you heard the first drop, you were already halfway to the door. You didn’t need to check the sky—you didn’t care if it was a full storm or just a soft drizzle. You loved the rain, and that was enough. The world outside called to you like a familiar melody, each raindrop tapping in rhythm to your heartbeat.

Chuuya, as usual, was less than thrilled.

"Are you seriously doing this now?" he asked, glancing up from his seat at the table. He raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with his usual sarcasm. “It’s pouring outside.”

You didn’t even answer him. Instead, you grabbed his hand, giving him a tug that was almost too gentle for his liking, but he followed without protest. You knew he’d give in—he always did, whether he liked it or not.

You pulled him to the door, a grin already playing on your lips as you swung it open to reveal the rainstorm outside. The world seemed to blur with the steady cascade of water from the sky, a curtain of droplets falling in sheets.

“Come on, Chuuya,” you coaxed, stepping out into the downpour with a carefree laugh. “Let’s dance!”

He stared at you for a moment, completely drenched from head to toe, hair plastered to his face. But there you were, twirling in the rain, arms outstretched, your laughter ringing through the storm. There was something about it—your joy, your energy—that made his own chest feel lighter, despite the dark clouds above.

“Are you insane?” he asked, though there was no real anger behind it. He was too used to you pulling him into crazy, impulsive adventures. “You want me to dance in this?”

You didn’t answer him, instead tugging him forward with surprising strength, pressing your palm to his chest. The rain was soaking through his coat, dripping down his face, but none of it mattered as you looked up at him, eyes wide and bright with that familiar spark of mischief.

Chuuya’s mouth twisted into a small smile despite himself. “I’m not going to—”

Before he could finish, you spun him around, pulling him with you into the rhythm of the rain, and just like that, his hesitation melted away. His hand found your waist, holding you close as you both moved together under the storm. It wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t perfect, but there was something freeing about it. About the way the rain made everything else disappear. And for a moment, Chuuya forgot about everything else.

He forgot the cold, the irritation, the way the storm pulled at his coat with impatient fingers. He forgot how much he hated getting wet, how much he hated being dragged into your whims. Because right now, looking at you like that—drenched in moonlight and rain and joy—his chest felt lighter. Like something inside him had let go.

The two of you swayed under the storm, shoes splashing in puddles, hair stuck to your faces. The rain drowned out the world, reducing everything else to a distant hush. There was only the sound of your breath, your laughter, the way your bodies moved in tandem like you’d done this a hundred times before in dreams.

Then, without warning, his arms tightened slightly around you—and suddenly, the ground was gone.

You blinked, startled, as your feet lifted gently off the earth. The motion was slow, smooth, like rising into a dream. Raindrops followed but didn’t quite reach you anymore, instead hanging around you in suspended glimmers, like the stars had descended to dance with you. The city lights below blurred into a smear of gold and silver, flickering through the storm clouds.The earth was several feet below, blurred by rain and night, but up here—it was quiet. Peaceful.

You looked at him, wide-eyed. “Chuuya…”

He smirked faintly. “You wanted a dance,” he said softly, voice low and rich as the wind curled around you both. “Might as well do it properly.”

And so you danced in the air, floating above the world, held in his arms as gravity bent and bowed to his will. Your limbs moved as one, your laughter mixing with the hush of falling rain, echoing in a sky that had never known anything like this.

He leaned down, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “You’re a menace,” he teased, but the large grin on his face betrayed the affection behind the words. He couldn’t help it; there was something utterly intoxicating about the way you loved the world—so purely, so completely.

And when you looked up at him, drenched and glowing, he found himself not caring about the rain anymore. He found himself laughing along with you, his lips curving into a genuine joy. It was infectious, your happiness.

The rain continued to fall, the world outside still dark and misty, but in this small moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, with the storm swirling around them, the world felt right.

You stopped dancing, breathless but still in the air, with that smile still lighting up your face. “See?” you said, leaning into him. “Isn’t it fun?”

Chuuya looked down at you, shaking his head in disbelief, but his heart was warm, full. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, and kissed the top of your head, his arms pulling you in closer.

“You love it,” you replied with a smirk, knowing full well how true it was.

There was no fear, no weight, no past or future—only the warmth of his hands, the steady beat of his heart against yours, and the knowledge that he would never let you fall. 

And far beneath the storm, the city kept sleeping, unaware of the two souls moving through the sky like a whispered secret.

Weightless. Wild. And so wonderfully in love.