#BUT OOOOHHHHHHHH THESE TWO

[river-of-wine]

I’m a lot of things. I’m not quite a fool

[aria0fgold]

2024 is the year I better realize my taste in men and I am mmrmrgsjdxfchjgvhb

[gilverrwrites]

Pervy Dick touching Tim’s friend for the first time and just slowly striping another layer of your clothes each time you finish. Dick absolutely loving how fucking shy you are about how dirty you’re being, cheeks growing warmer each time he opens your legs a little wider…

The real question is: does Tim ever begin to suspect anything?

━ [Part 1] ━ [Part 3] ━ [Part 4] Warnings: Manipulation, Virgin!Reader.

OOOOhhhhhhhh, him just loving the sound of your meek little voice, shaken by pleasure and punctuated by little whines and moans as he fucks his fingers in and out of your needy pussy in slow, calculated movements. He can’t resist whispering teasing questions in your ear between nipping at your neck, and sucking on your collar, just to coax more out of you.

“You like that, don’t you?” His teeth sink in a little harder when all you do is nod, and his cock throbs at the little squeak that escapes your lips. “C’mon, baby girl. Use your words for me.”

“Yes!” You cry, scrunching your eyes shut as if to hide your shame, but your walls tighten around him. You’re fucking loving it, and he knows it. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” He rewards you by brushing your already swollen clit, his breath hot on your face as he leans up to get a better look at you. “What do you like about it?”

“C’mon baby, Tim likes dirty talk, you gotta practice.” He keeps encouraging when you fail to answer. It’s a big fat lie, probably. Dick has little to no idea what Tim is into in bed. “Tell me what you like so I can keep doing it.”

“I don’t know.” You winge. He’s awful. Getting off on how naïve you are. He’s pumping your pussy so good that you can’t get your thoughts straight, can’t put your wants into words. “Just feels good, so good. I feel so full, Dick!”

The use of his name almost makes him snap, makes him want to rip your panties off and bury his cock so deep inside that tight little hole. Then you'll feel full, so fucking full on this thick cock, overflowing with his his load as he ruts it deep into you. But he doesn’t want to push you too far too fast.

At his prolonged silence, you peek through your heavy lids, so perfect, so eager for his approval and he can’t help swooping down to capture your mouth with his own.

“You say my name so pretty, baby.” He coos against your lips. “Say it again.”

And dear god, one piece of clothing per orgasm is insane. Just imagine, by the time he gets you down to your panties they’re well and truly ruined. A bit like you.

The elastics all stretched out by his hand, the crotch too from where he’d held them to the side while he’d eaten you out like he was on death row, and you were his last meal. Not to mention they’re absolutely drenched, having soaked up every last drop from your weeping cunt. All your slick and cum, all of Dick’s excess spit.

He wonders how easy it would be to sneak them out of your place in his pocket later.

As for Tim, of course he’d catch on eventually. He’s supposedly the world’s second greatest detective after all, but he’s so into you that he’s a little blind to it at first. Sure, he thinks it’s strange that you’re spending so much time with his brother, even when he’s not around. That Dick is so frequently visiting from Blüdhaven, and seemingly only to see you, but he just pegs it down to the two of you having such a great, platonic connection. He’s happy that you get on with his family, and that Dick has found a friend outside of vigilantism.

But then he notices how frequently the two of you text, from first thing in the morning, right into the late hours of the night. Previously you’d been pretty relaxed about letting him pick it up for you when your hands are full, or just generally letting him look, but recently you’re becoming more and more cagey about it, always tilting your screen away or getting panicky when he offers to check your messages for you. He convinces himself it’s nothing though. Sure, when he asks, you almost always tell him you’re texting Dick, but that doesn’t mean you’re not also texting other people. The two of you aren’t exclusive, you’re not even technically dating, so you could be chatting to other guys, and he hates the idea of it but it’s your prerogative. He doesn’t make the link that the suspected other guy and Dick might be the same person, because unconsciously he doesn’t want to.

But the red flag really starts waving when you arrive at his place one morning for breakfast. You're kind of a mess. Your hair is unkempt, there are dark circles under your eye, and you’re wearing a very familiar, dark blue hoodie.

“You good? You look…” He racks his brain for the right word. You’re still cute but he doesn’t want to come on too strong, nor too harsh. “Rough.”

“Me? Yeah, just couldn’t sleep last night, and then when I did, I overslept and basically had to run over here.” You’re lying, he knows your tells but he doesn’t call you out on it. You’ll talk to him when and if you’re ready.

“Is that Dick’s hoodie?”

“Um, yeah. We hung out last night, it was cold, so he let me borrow it.” It’s the truth, but it rolls off your tongue nervously, and it doesn’t sit right with him.

20 minutes later you’re sitting in a diner, ordering your usual, chatting with the waitress. Your head is turned to face her at just the right angle for Tim to spot the reddish-purple mark peeking out from the collar of Dick’s hoodie. A love bite that certainly had not been there when you’d sent him a Snapchat selfie yesterday afternoon. He’d know, he’d studied every inch of that photo; the way the light hit your eye, the smile on your soft lips, how the vest top you’d been wearing exposed your unmarred shoulders and neck.

“Did you say you only hung out with Dick last night?” He asks when it’s just the two of you again.

“Uh, yeah.” You look at him quizzically.

“Just Dick? Nobody else at all?”

“Nope, just Dick, me, and Cary Elwes’ Robin Hood.” The truth again. “Why?”

Things rapidly start making sense. There was a time when Dick had to lodge himself between the two of you just to join in your conversations, but recently it’s like you’ve been glued to him. Anytime Tim makes a dirty joke, or pays you a compliment, instead of looking away all sheepishly like you used to, your eyes now flitter over to his brother. You always smell like his aftershave, and just last week he’d picked up the undeniable stench of sex on you after Dick had dropped you off for a coffee date. He was pretty sure he spotted one of Dick’s shirts peeking out from under your bed the other day, but now he’s certain.

“No reason.” He mutters. Hurt that you’d been sneaking around with his brother and lying to his face about it. Furious at Dick for sleeping with you when he knew damn well that you were his, or at least that you would be one day. He’s annoyed at himself for not figuring it out sooner.

And just under that storm of anger and disbelief, there’s a tiny little spark. A competitive, possessive notion tapping incessantly at the back of his brain that wants to win you back and rub in Dick’s face.  

[mokie-bleh]

A: Oh, I have an idea for Shadow Milk cookie and y/n

I give Shadow Milk Cookie HYPNOTISM.

(please 🙂).

He’s too powerful at this point and hypnotism is definitely a power he would have.

Let's make this a fic

part 2 is here!!

You, Gingerbrave and his friends with Pure Vanilla were on a mission to find White Lily Cookie. Your time in Beast Yeast was overwhelming but you managed. You all did find White Lily and woke her up, but unfortunately “that didn’t magically solve all our problems” according to Wizard Cookie because now there was a big crack right in the middle of the Silver Tree.

There were now blue glowing eyes and two large hands spilling out of the tree from the rift. “Ooooooh! I see that those pesky little vine shackles that have held us captive for oh so, so, SO long…. Are gone!” The voice from the tree laughed that sent shivers down everyone's spine “whoa. That was deeply unpleasant…”

The knights of the tree started to desperately fight against it  in hopes that this awful predicament can be resolved before things get terribly out of hand.

You and the other decided to help and fight against it as well. After some time the large hands retreated back into the tree and everyone sighed in relief. That however was very short lived when the rift in the tree got even bigger than it did before. 

“OOOOHHHHHhhh doesn’t this fresh air just feel, DIVINE!”

A huge figure popped out of the tree and loomed over everyone. You couldn’t believe it, no one did. “Oh, I see I have quite the audience here!” This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. “I'm SO TERRIBLY sorry to have kept you waiting!” He stared down at all of you “But now the wait is over…your favorite trickster is here!” It was him, you couldn’t believe it was him. How doomed were all of you gonna be? “Shadow Milk Cookie!”

He grinned and examined everyone below him. You all just stood there in shock of what was happening. His eyes then landed on you and you swear that his smile got even wider. “Oh what do we have here?” Uh oh. He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and lifted you up to his face. Your friends were calling for you but you could barely hear them because of how high up you were.

“LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” you shouted at him and started punching the air in an attempt to get him to drop you “Hehe you’re a feisty one aren't you?” He tilted his head at you with the same wide smile on his face. He then placed you on his hand and used his other hand he was previously holding you with to tilt your head up at him.  

“What’s a cute lil cookie like yourself doing in a place like this hm? I must say you caught my eyes. How about you join me in my plan on world domination?” You stare at him in disbelief. Why in the world would someone like him say something like that about you. He’s obviously lying; he is literally the embodiment of deceit. You continue looking at him not noticing the swirls in his eyes.

Why couldn’t you look away?

Were you really considering his offer? What he’s saying couldn’t be true….but what if it was true? I mean you had a boring life already, maybe you could spice it up a bit. Wait but you can’t betray your friends like that! But in the end would it even matter? Maybe you should just accept his offer-

Before you could finish your thought something had hit Shadow Milk Cookie in the head and he dropped you. You fell into Mercury Knight Cookies arms and he flew you back down to the ground with the rest. You shook your head realizing that those weren't your thoughts at all and he almost tricked you! “Thank you.” You told him “Of course, but no time to talk, we gotta get out of here!” He grabbed your hand and you all ran off.

“UGH you flying little PEST!!”

....to be continue?

[kafkaoftherubble]

Turning dear emperor into a comic would be so much fun. I'd get two siblings involved and. Ough!!! I love my siblings, I'd do anything to work on such a big project with them :] especially cause my older sister understands me a lot so she was really excited when I told her about the government

OOOOHHHHHHHH SO NEAT SO NEAT

SO

SWELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!

I've seen my fair share of solitary artists and creators, and the occasional sister-collabs and brother-collabs. But a larger group of siblings collaborating is pretty interesting because I kinda always thought people would like to get away from their siblings sometimes, and art/science/this sort of endeavor is therefore conceived as a way to get that personal space or outlet.

If siblings collaborated together on this big project, then what it tells me is "they are very close to one another." and "they are really best friends with each other." That alone is really heartwarming to hear about.

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While I have never worked with my sisters on anything, I have worked with friends before (in my personal calculus, there is no significant difference between a friend and a sibling. They are all "friends"). The thing that's a tad thorny is conflict. It's one thing to have creative or intellectual or philosophical or perspective conflicts with colleagues, but man! If you have it with your friends or pals, things can get way too personal for one's own good. University assignments and projects had me seeing all sorts of fractures between friends of different groups—but I ultimately think the problem lies more or less in my friends' inability to resolve conflicts better or to subtract their "self" from the criticism, and so see every dissent toward them as a personal attack. We were all learning, after all.

Also, most of them made up in the end. Tellingly, the ones who didn't make up were the members of the debate club, heh.

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Yo, if you guys come up with some cool-ass first drafts and all, promise me you'll let us see a sneak peek and all that! 'Cause brutha, I have subscribed to Dear Emperor and every piece of news related to it!

[the-official-account]

♦️Episode 23 ♦️

Gonna skip mseto's clovenheart and come back around in my pass for the extras

[Felix is spar's ran, androgynous, willowy, Luna sibling &therefore elven light-medium brown skin VERY curly hair, which Spar also has when not slicked back, but brown eyes, sweet smile "between them and tars, they are obviously the more delicate one"]

[Josepha has green skin]

[Merim² is Felix's sibling, spar's Om (om is an ungendered word for aunt of uncle that has become my default for that usage but which I have seen used by other peope exactly once. But I like it. So.)]

The dreams sequence was uhhhh fucked up, methinks!

[Spar's restless & withdrawn when he's angry] hough....HOUGH.

Vellum making sure Spar's all healed up...ugh. ugh. Knife through my heart.

Yk how like there's that circle of distance animals tend to keep from sitting humans and how like dogs will come up really close to like any person but cats tend to stay further away?

Sometimes I think about that in situations like this, and what vellum's doing. Being visible, being available, helping keep watch but...letting someone take their time. Giving space at the same time.

I love that Vellum and Anya get along the are SO ♥️♥️♥️

Omg 🥰carnation🥰

Ah, I'm really glad they went to get her if they were gonna give up Anya........ [Vellum expresses that while he prefers to trust people it's often best to err on the side of assuming dishonesty—mostly at work]

OOOOHHHHHHHH ANYA'S DAD BEING IN CRYSTALLIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

Oh my god Anya is so sweet I love her!!!!

Spar if you don't fucking open up your goddamn heart and stop shielding and self isolating every time something sucks I will kick your ass!!!! I KNOW. it's hard, but fuck!

ANYA CALLS HIM KAOLIN VELLUM THEY HAD THE NAME MOMENT RHEY HAD!!!!!! THE NAME MOMENT IM SCREAMING. YAYYYYYY OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! >:DDDDD

They have such sibling-in-law energy. They have such "gossip over tea as the run rises before making sure everyone's up and ready for the family event" energy. Your honor I love them.

OPE spars up.

The hurt/comfort ideas this episode is implanting into my brain.

JACKS LETTER. HOLY SHIT

SEVENTEY TWO HOURS WAS......TOO LONG AGO, HUH? FUCKING HELL

"it's on the list" I'm gonna strangle spar.

Narratively? I love this. Narratively, spars doing so good. Narratively, gimme gimme gimme those good good flaws

Personally? Spar what the FUCK. Spar FUCK OFF. BITCH.

IPSWITCH'S "AHEM" UFKSGSKAGSKDG

"who should even be in charge of this?" technically Vellum, right? He's the one that gives final approval on use of force?

OH SPAR FEELS HELPLESS, THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING. Makes sense, checks out, mhm

"QCS LIKE WHY WOULD YOU KILL A POPSTAR" FOSVSOSGSKS FUCK LMAO

Vellum trying to pull Spar's bear hug move.

Oh, goddamn, this scene is....hooooo.

"greggins is gaining a new appreciation for spar's style of communication" spar communicates???

VELLUM PULLED NO FUCKING PUNCHES ON THAT PHONE CALL LMAO

"I need to hyperventilate for a minute and then I'll get back to you" first of all, mood—

"spar has never willingly taken a vacation...usually his loved ones trick him into it" spar is SUCH a hot mess, and I love Tatiana but girl....

VELLUMS BEING A LITTLE ARCHEOLOGIST IS SOOOO CUTE

LUNAVELLA AND BRUNHILDE HI!!!!!! I hope they kick his ass (not literally just give him a good talking to because spar what the fuck)

Spar...Spar speaking to them like that is WILD to me...

"he pats her as if he's comforting her" I am going to run spar a nice hot bath with lavender Epsom salt and fucking bolt him down into it will this man let himself be comforted ONCE?

"the more important thing is that they're here now and I can't keep everyone safe." D:

Spar? Asking for help? Of course not, unheard of.

Bestie those are elven war vets who killed a puppet-master-(functionally)demigod PLEASE let someone help you.

Musician...musicia—DIAMOND. FUCK.

Also NOBODY made diamond a scapegoat in ANYTHING I love them (sincerely) but they are so annoying (derogatory)

RESIST DIAMONDS MIND CONTROL?

YEAH!!! YEAH I WOULD NOT LIKE THAT JOKER FLY CAUSE FUCK.

So diamond had contact with Grey....and wait grey was coming to sindershore? I'm wondering if diamond can mind control on the phone

HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE vellum said fuck

(not that he hasn't before? I havemt kaot track. But that was a DAMN well delivered line)

"OHHH! YOUR SPARKLINESS" FUEKGSKDGD

"looks like you've collected more of them!"

"which means over been watching them EXTREMELY carefully!"

Ipswitch is annoying in the best way. Ipswitch is annoying like I hope they never stop talking I have my chin in my hands, tell me all about how deductibles are a metaphor for justice.

Diamond is annoying like when I even hear the name I'm like "oh this bitch again"

WHY DID THEY CALL QC A MINION? MOTHERFUCKER—

""""""""the other one""""""""

"JEALOUS"

"it's seems that you (pointing at vellum) have joined the list of my suitors" hhhh diamond is sooooo lucky to not be real because if we existed on the same physical plane I would be stepping on the back of their heels when they walk at every opportunity. I would mix toner into their hair mousse. I would straighten the backs of all their hanging earrings and bend the backs of all their studs. I would put olive oil in a spray bottle and go ham on their closet.

"I'm being cute" that's a word for it.

BITCH "WHY?" AFTER YOU WERE FOUND WITH THE FUCK WERELION DRUGS THE PERSON YOU INVITES WENT ALL WERELION AND THEN YOU JIST FUCKING LEFT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING AND DIDNT UPDATE THE PROGRAMME ABOUT YOUR ABSENCE YOU HAVE GOOOOOT FO SEE HOW THAT IS SUSPICIOUS "WHY" MY ASS. """""WHY""""".

bitchass motherfucker. God.

AND OH YEAH YOUR PROBABLY MIND CONTROLLED KURT

"how is sekitan? :)" I don't trust that question at all.

"I didn't want them to be a fatality in all this" HHHHHHHHHRRNGHHH (wrathful)

[Kurt? May be green-skinned]

I loved this episode so much there are so many feelings in my heart. I was affectionately exasperated with spar, and then diamond came in and I was just exasperated. But ipswitch, Anya and Vellum are balancing it out for me. And also the scene between Spar and auntsssss that. That was so. SO. WAH. —AND END NOTES LUNA AND HILDE WERE GOING TO THE COUPLES DANCE THAT'S SOOO CUUUUTE!!!!

And ohhhhh diamond from from the plot card!! Huh!! They wove into the story so well I assumed they were, like, in the premise of the show!

But anyways I'm still bonking spar over the head with a wrapping paper roll and yelling "YOU. MUST. TRUST. YOUR. PEERS. TO-BE-STRONG-ENOUGH. TO CARRY. THE BURDEN. THAT IS. YOUR HEART. BECAUSE-THEY-CANT. KNOW YOU. WITHOUT. THAT. TRUST. SO. HELP. ME. GOD!!!!!!!!"

@threeheartscast

[theboysfromaustin]

Anders and his friends get stoned and watch ATLA like high schoolers in the mid-2000s do. After a few episodes, Mark just leans back in the couch and goes, "Anders. Your dad." "Which one?" "You know which one ." "??? (STONER CONFUSION)"

"Your dad looks and sounds like Zuko."

"Which...oh. Oooohhhhhhhh my god."

So then Anders goes home and goes, "Alright, you two need to see this series. Just wait for it."

Soon as Zuko shows up, Ian starts giggling like an idiot. Kazuo just sighs because dammit, it's accurate.

[sheinthatfandom]

Oh also I can tell you when Bryan's selfishness might have started from Mox's point of view: when Regal fucked Mox over and Bryan instead of admitting Regal had to go because he did something hurtful to Mox, begged Mox not to hurt him because he's like a father to him. Mox mentioned waiting two years.

Oooohhhhhhhh fuuuuck yes definitely okay

Damn how I forgot that okay yeah makes sense

[xdantesinfernox]

OOOOHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDD SOMEONE COOKED HERE HAJFHSJHDJS IM OBSSESSED WITH THESE TWO HOLYYY RAHHHHHHHHH SHJFHSJFHSJ

Thrash Has Good Ideas

Thrash/Nycto smut fic, 4008 words, 18+ only obviously, kinda beta’d? holy fuck guys

Original character/Original character, PWP, Sticky Sexual Interface, Smoking Kink, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public, On The Table, Aft Play

Time is meaningless in space, when you’re traveling long distances between star systems on long haul warships like this one was. Time is indiscernable without a star to orbit, without a hazy sky telling you it is time to gaze into an inky blackness far above- here, that inky blackness is right outside the port hole glass, surrounding everything in an endless vacuum. Still, Thrash liked to think that it might be evening right about now, he imagined a sun starting to dip to one side of the sky, an edge of shadow creeping along the horizon, late but not yet twilight.

He fiddled with his lighter in one servo, flicking it on and slapping it shut with a swing of his wrist, over, over, over and over. He was fighting off boredom with every little movement and minute action, trodding down the hall going nowhere in particular, puffing on a cygar he’d rolled earlier that same “day.”

“This stuff is fragging good.” Thrash chuckled to himself as he eyed up his handiwork- a perfectly rolled joint of something delightful he’d picked up at the last outpost the ship had stopped at.

Technically it wasn’t contraband, it wasn’t something that tampered with his processor- but it did scratch the itch of his oral fixation. The smoke rolled over his glossa with a surprisingly pleasant flavor, deep into his intake and filling him with warmth. He rotated it around in his servo, watching little flickers of cindering particulate float from the lit end- kind of pretty.

Somehow, his mindless wandering had brought him to a familiar stretch of hallway- he rolled an idea over in his head, taking another long drag of his little treat while he considered it. Nycto’s office was on this hall, and maybe, just maybe he was in there doing something monotonous. Maybe- he wouldn’t shoo him out the moment he entered? Wishful thinking, but maybe the mech wouldn’t mind the company.

For all the possibility that Nycto would tell him to go away and let him work, the sliver of a chance that he wouldn’t was enough to convince Thrash to try. He grinned to himself, humming a little as he did. Nycto’s office was windowless, sad, he figured- but then there was no sunlight anyways, so what good would a window do for a little office?

“Knock knock,” he mumbled to no one in particular as he punched in the code he’d convinced Nycto to tell him- he was still surprised the mech had actually given it to him.

Nycto jumped a little in his seat when the door panel slid open- his wings standing at attention, even once he saw who it was. Thrash snickered at the little display, waltzing in and shutting the door back behind him, something to lean against now that he was inside.

“Hey there, commander.” He greeted with a distinctly teasing tone in his voice, earning him a quirked optic ridge and half-hearted frown from Nycto.

“…Thrash.” The seeker commander replied indifferently, after a bit of hesitation- his wing twitched slightly before he tilted his helm back down to the work before him- a mess of datapads all scattered about.

Nice. He wasn’t immediately kicked out, a win in Thrash’s personal book. He smirked, eyeing up the stuffy mech while he puffed on his cygar- a little disappointed that he was near the end of it, but perfectly happy to be in some nice, private space with his latest plaything- well, alright, Nycto was more than that, he just wasn’t ready to admit it.

Nycto’s nose curled and he set his data pad down, squinting up at the offensive mech who had propped himself up against his doorframe- was this fragger seriously smoking in his office?

“Are you kidding me? Put that slag out.” He snapped, incredulous to how the mech thought that was something he could just do.

“Oh this?” Thrash held out the butt of his cygar, barely anything left on it, he thought- not a loss.

Again, a thought crossed his processor- what better to alleviate the boredom than getting Nycto nice and riled up? He made a deliberate show of bringing the cygar butt to the wall and putting it out there- watching with anticipation as Nycto stood up from his desk- storming over to him, a mere three paces in this tiny office.

“You know goddamn well that isn’t how I meant.” Nycto grabbed at Thrash’s chassis, hooking his digits into an armor plate and tugging him down to his level.

Thrash knew he was so close to pushing the mech off the edge- their face places so close together now as Nycto bared his dentae- he smirked his awful, toothy grin and ex-vented his last breath of smoke right in the seeker’s face.

Before Nycto could even react properly- right as his expression was beginning to shift from stern back to incredulous again, Thrash picked him up. It was startling how easily Nycto’s frame came up off the ground- he wasn’t a small mech, but Thrash was just bigger. He hadn’t had a moment to process the motion before he found himself bent right over his own workdesk- holy god, this mech had to be joking right now.

“Thanks for letting me in, doll. Been wanting an excuse to use that passcode you gave me.” He purred into Nycto’s audial, craning himself over his smaller frame, boxing him in with his arms, palms firmly planted on either side against the desk.

“This is not why I gave you-“ he began, but when he felt Thrash’s hips flush against his aft, he stuttered, losing his point for a moment.

“Is that a sincere complaint?” Thrash verbally prodded, holding them still together, letting Nycto decide if he was actually going to protest.

“… No.” Nycto’s reply was a hiss of vitriol between gritted dentae.

“Thought so.” Thrash felt a rumble deep in his chest, anticipation and self grandeur as he rolled his hips into his toy’s aft.

Nycto’s servos balled into fists as he pushed back against Thrash’s grinding, giving them both a little friction. The larger mech muttered something inaudible, drawing back so that he could have a good look at the seeker below him, liking the visual of his flight frame bent over like this. He rutted against Nycto’s aft once more before bringing his servo down to smack it, delighting in the harsh sound it made- and the resulting yelp of surprise, offense, and pleasure.

“Open up, sweet thing.”

Nycto felt a shiver down his spinal strut, right to his interface array, he hated that this mech could play with his nerves like this, rather, he wanted to hate it, he really wanted to. Thrash’s clawed servo was currently pressing hard into his back, right between his wings, his vertical stabilizer fins were rapidly readjusting over and over as he tried to decide whether he was going to cave in this easily. Thrash snickered at the inadvertent display- from this angle he could get a good look at all the little movements this seeker’s flight panels made, they were always moving in some way, a constant dialogue that he wished he could understand- but what he could understand was the indignant growl from deep in Nycto’s chassis, right before the mechanical hiss of his interface array opening.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He teased, using the servo that wasn’t pinning Nycto between the wings to drag down his frame, claws tracing harshly until he got to the seeker’s hot valve.

Nycto wanted to pretend he was fuming, he wanted to bite back with some harsh comment, something to reclaim his dignity, but as those cruel digits found his folds, he knew there was no point. His dignity was already lost, he was embarrassingly wet, and Thrash could feel it. Slick, hot, plush, smooth against Thrash’s digits, he loved this, the way Nycto twitched as he plunged in, curling his claws into sensitive clusters of sensory nodes, stretching the calipers as he spread two of his thick digits apart. He knew Nycto liked a good stretch, for all his up-tightness, he liked to be completely debauched, touched, teased, played with and ruined. Thrash only wished he could be privy to the dirty desires buried in the mech’s processor.

“You’re so nice and wet for me, commander…” he taunted, watching as Nycto’s shoulders tensed, knowing that he was getting himself into trouble for later with all his teasing- Nycto was probably already conniving ways to get back at him.

“You’re horrible.” Nycto seethed, still battling with himself for doing something so blatantly explicit in his own office, technically, one of his own higher ups could enter at any time, unlikely as it was.

“If I’m so horrible, maybe I should just… be on my way,” He withdrew his digits, feeling a pang of excitement as Nycto looked over his shoulder to his face, “and leave you like this.” He punctuated the statement, bringing his lubricant-soaked digits up to his glossa, making a good show of licking them clean, sucking Nycto’s wetness from the tips of his claws.

Nycto’s faceplates went unbelievably hot, optics locked onto Thrash’s glossa, the way it had dipped between his digits, taking the time to clean every trace of his lubricant. His fans kicked on, betraying everything his face wouldn’t. Thrash grinned like some kind of sharp-dentae monster, his optics, barely visible behind his red visor, gleamed with open excitement. He knew how badly Nycto wanted this, even if he tried to pretend he was above it.

“Tch-“ Nycto squinted at him, baring his dentae again, looking awfully insincere as his cheeks were deeply tinted with heat, “Come on and frag me already.”

“There we go!” Thrash grinned and slapped the mech’s aft once again, delighting that this time he got to see those optics go wide as he did.

Not wasting any time now, Thrash retracted his modesty panel, his spike quickly pressurizing to the task, aching and ready for Nycto’s warmth. Seeing it right up close to that slick, carbon black valve twisted his guts in just the right way, knowing how good his thick spike was about to stretch that pretty thing. Ne nudged the entrance, eyeing Nycto’s face as he did- he was sure the mech would bury his face against the desk once they got going, but in the meantime, he was torn: watch his spike plunge into that tight valve or watch his dear, upright seeker’s face as he did?

Mentally he flipped a coin- landing on heads. He pushed in roughly, optics locked on Nycto’s faceplate as it contorted in pleasure- again, the mech loved a good stretch. The way Nycto’s jaw went slack and his optics rolled up to the ceiling sent a hot pulse right to his spike, twitching hard inside of the mech. As expected, Nycto adjusted himself, no longer looking over his shoulder at Thrash, a little wiggle of his hips, claws grasping against the desk, braced and ready to get fragged good and hard.

Thrash eyed the mech up, deciding to plant his servos on either side of the mech once again, using the desk as a good balance, it would hold up right? Regardless, he drew back and snapped his hips forward, pressing flat against Nycto’s aft, his spike buried all the way to the base now. He groaned and geared himself up to frag nice and hard- licking his dentae as he started pushing some good deep thrusts up into Nycto’s core. The slender flyer was already a mess of little gasps and moans, thighs trembling just a little as he stood on the tips of his peds, his claws dug against the desk with a harsh metallic sound.

“Nnh… yeah.” This was exactly what he’d wanted- the perfect cure to a little boredom, his favorite, favorite pretty seeker skewered on his spike, he knew he was going to make him beg by the time he was done, he needed to.

Every thrust rocked Nycto’s whole frame, cockpit canopy slamming into the desk with every one, Thrash was not playing gentle today, not at all. His aft was already getting a little sore, between the spanks and now the clanging of Thrash’s hip plating against it, he would be surprised if he didn’t have some scuffs already. The way his calipers stretched to accommodate the mech sent shivers of cool delight running throughout his frame, like ice in his energon lines, but burning hot in his tank. Thrash’s spike had these… bulges? It had curvaceous rises and falls along the shaft that forced a stretch every time he thrusted, putting perfect pressure on all his sensory nodes. Thrash was built so that even slow and gentle interface was a sincere delight, the kind of spike that can make a mech overload in minutes, and he knew exactly how to use it.

Thrash leaned down, humping hard and rough made it a little difficult, but he managed to snag one of Nycto’s vertical stabilizers between his dentae- which immediately elicited a yelp and a clench of calipers from the seeker. He chuckled darkly, biting down enough to put some good pressure on that sensitive flight plating, reveling in the cacophony of swears and cries of pleasure that came rolling out of Nycto. He felt the mech’s calipers spasm, and a sudden rush of wetness, he knew he’d just pushed Nycto right into an overload, but it wouldn’t be the only one- Thrash was determined to keep rocking through it, delighting in the loud wet sounds their interface made now with the extra lubrication.

Nycto gasped and whined as he felt the lubricant run down his thigh and across the armor plating there, he knew there would be a small puddle to wipe up after this, he couldn’t leave something like that to be found. Thrash wasn’t slowing down, not giving him a moment to recuperate after his overload- he wasn’t sure if that was cruel or very, very nice. His calipers were still recalibrating as the heavy built mech drove into him, ramming his ceiling nodes repeatedly, it was mind numbing- it was- oh Primus frag, static was creeping into his visual field, there was no way-

Thrash watched in satisfaction as Nycto’s helm lulled forward and his wings went rigid, the mech let out a strangled noise, a long, steady moan followed as a second overload crashed over him. Outside of Thrash’s field of view, oral lubricant dripped from Nycto’s open mouth, jaw tense and optics flaring bright.

“Frag yeah- keep cumming for me,” Thrash once again, did nothing to yield, no pause in his movements, contrarily he bucked harder, slamming harshly against Nycto’s aft, every slam of his hips fully lifting the seeker’s peds off the ground like a limp toy.

“Gonna leave you feeling so good, keep cumming on my spike, slut-!” He growled right into Nycto’s audial, lavishing his glossa across the fins there while the sound of their violent interface echoed off the walls of the small room.

“Frag- frag! Thrash!!” Nycto cried out, all dignity lost as he squirted over his thighs, dousing Thrash’s spike in more wetness, rewarding him for all his roughness.

“Making a mess on me like a happy little whore? Keep moaning my name, I’ll keep fragging you nice-!” He grabbed onto Nycto’s aft, pulling him against him now with every thrust, tormenting the flyer’s ceiling node with how deep he plunged himself.

“Yes- ahhh- nnh!! Thrash-!” Nycto tried his hardest to comply, wanting more from the wild mech, in that moment he wanted to be destroyed, to be made into a pitiful plaything, he didn’t want to be respectable, he didn’t want to be an authority, he just wanted to be a toy.

“Good doll.” Thrash growled, his ego raising sky high seeing how thoroughly he’d torn Nycto down, he needed someone else to be in charge, he’d admitted that once before, it had made Thrash think, for all the uptightness, all the visible stress, Nycto really did need someone else to take control sometimes.

Whimpering and panting, this mech who was usually so buttoned up, so well put together- Nycto was unraveling on his own workdesk, datapads clattering to the floor with every particularly rough thrust. Thrash dug his claws into the mech’s aft plating, and another brilliant idea crossed his processor. He circled Nycto’s aft port with a tentative digit, noting the cry of pleasure as he did mixed amongst all the other noises, he grinned wildly and brought his servo up to spit on his digits, making sure they were plenty wet before he teased the tip of a digit into that tight little hole.

“Gaaah!!” Nycto arched his back, drool running down his chin, visor fogged to almost entirely obscure his vision.

“Yeah? Like that? Does my little shareware like his aft port played with?” Thrash made a beckoning motion with the digit he had pressed into the little port, enjoying the ensuing whine of affirmation.

“Want me to finger your aft while I fill your valve up with cum? You’d better take it all, wouldn’t want to leave a mess!” Thrash cackled with ego as he continued to buck hard into Nycto’s valve, working a second finger into the aft port.

“Mmmmh!!! Please!!” Nycto had lost count of his overloads at some point, he wasn’t sure when the last one had ended, it was hard to tell with how overstimulated his whole interface array was, everything was practically buzzing.

Thrash had been holding together quite well up until that point, something about Nycto begging for him to cum inside made his knees weak- he really didn’t want to admit how much of a soft spot he had for the aerial commander. Such a needy mech, someone who didn’t have the luxury of cutting loose like Thrash himself did- Nycto had heavy expectations on his shoulders, the weight of his soldiers, his burden to bear. If this is what Thrash could do to make him happy, he was more than willing, he felt himself salivate at the thought of fragging the mech even in the most tedious moments, when he was on missions where there was little to think about, when boredom creeped into his processor, his mind always landed here- just like this, fragging Nycto.

His thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm, varying between deep and shallow, his fans running on high as he vented hard. Nycto’s calipers were spasming again, tears rolling down his cheeks as he felt himself lost to the bliss and overstimulation, he couldn’t take this much longer, he just wanted one more overload, just one more, and he wanted Thrash to fill him up with transfluid this time, he wanted to feel the pressure and fullness in his tank. The idea of being filled with something from Thrash, holding it inside until he couldn’t anymore, it embarrassed him how much the idea pushed him toward his next climax.

Thrash was losing his composure and fast, very fast. The searing in his transfluid tank telling him that he was going to overload was filling his processor, buzzing in his audials as he scrambled together another idea, a bad idea, a very bad idea, but his impulse control was simply not there anymore, he knew what he wanted.

“Nyc- mmmh! Tell me you love me-!” He groaned, grabbing onto the mech’s aft for dear life as he pushed hard into him, his digits losing coordination inside of him, he could barely keep this up.

In that moment, Nycto was so lost in the sensation, tipping into overload, his processor fuzzy and full of static, he wanted to tell Thrash anything, anything at all that would make him feel good, anything that would make himself feel good, anything at all.

“I fragging love you Thrash!!” He practically screamed as his voice crackled into static, overload taking him by the throat.

Thrash cried out this time too, those words knocking him clean off the edge he’d built, oral lubricant falling from his intake as he buried himself into Nycto one last time. He grit his dentae, spilling his transfluid as far as it could go into the seeker’s frame, filling him with warmth and pressure, calipers milking his thick spike for everything it had. Both of their frames were practically screaming with the buzz of overload, like arcing electricity shared between them, rattling their processors and numbing the senses. For a moment, neither of them could hear anything.

Thrash collapsed on top of Nycto, retracting his digits from the mech’s aft port and resting his helm against his stilled wings. His processor definitely needed a moment to recalibrate. Nycto rested face down into the desk, wet and cool against his cheek, venting hard while he let his frame relax. He didn’t know if he’d ever had interface that intense, in any capacity. His valve ached pleasurably, still plugged tight with Thrash’s slowly depressurizing spike, the mech was seriously well endowed. He was sure that it was going to be a serious mess whenever the big mech pulled out- he’d have to slip his panel shut fast when he did. All these idle thoughts as they laid there, venting, listening to the soft whir of each other’s fans. All was warm and pleasant and restful, right down to the dull ache in Nycto’s joints from just how rough it had all been.

“Mmnnnh….” Thrash stirred above him, propping himself up on his palms, relieving some of the pressure on Nycto’s frame, thank Primus.

“Hey- don’t pull out yet.” Nycto nudged, looking over his shoulder at the hefty mech.

“Eh? You can’t seriously want to go again?” Thrash gawked at him incredulously, running the math in his head of how long it should take him to re-pressurize after an overload like that.

“Ah- no, I mean,” Nycto nodded his helm toward their connected interface equipment, “that’s going to spill everywhere if you pull out.”

“Well I have to pull out eventually.” Thrash deadpanned, it was a nice thought, to just frag forever, but that wasn’t doable.

“Do it slowly I mean, I can close up my panel quickly once you’re out.” Thrash’s optics went wide behind his visor, Nycto meant to just hold his transfluid in?

“Ah, yeah okay.” He retracted slowly, using his servo to guide his spike out, covering Nycto’s plump valve once he’d pulled out all the way, in an attempt to keep everything from spilling.

“Okay, okay, that’s good.” Nycto clicked his panel shut quickly, shutting the mess of fluid behind to deal with later.

Thrash was still a little bewildered and aroused at the idea that Nycto was just going to be full of his fluids for a while, but he shook the thought off as the seeker tried to turn himself over, audibly straining at the effort to right himself- he hadn’t been that rough with him right? Nycto leaned up against the desk, facing Thrash now, giving the mech a good eye full of how worn he was from the whole ordeal. Evidence of their interface session glistened across his thighs, remnants of oral lubricant on his cheek and tear stains beneath his smudged and fogged visor- he looked fragging decadent. The best part of the visual though, was the absence of that stern and stressed facial expression.

“You look really good.” Thrash grinned, still feeling a little fuzzy from everything, but sincere no less.

“Yeah thanks. I hope you know you’re helping me clean.” Nycto smirked at him, that was rare, almost made up for the demand to tidy all this mess.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m sure I’ve got a cleaning cloth in my subspace somewhere.”

It wasn’t until they parted ways that either of them recalled the plea Thrash had made- as well as the response Nycto had given. It really was too early to say ‘I love you’ right? It probably was. Neither of them would mention it again.

[greenboyofjupter]

VANTAIS DESERVED BETTER, HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER WTF

[vinnival]

hi! i've been binge reading your madness combat fics and hcs and i absolutely love them! i'm not one for romance (i prefer platonic relationships) but i think that those fics are absolutely lovely! if requests are still open, perhaps may i request hcs for the main 3 + 2b, and MAG torture with a child reader who is an experiment created with the ability to heal people? mainly being used to aid mag agents. reader has the characteristics of the little sisters in bioshock (if you are familiar with that game).

i crave for found family content and i personally think deimos would be a rlly good big brother.

take your time with the other asks you have, you dont have to answer this ask if you're very busy! anyways, *gives you a jelly drop* have a nice day!

cherishes the jelly drop for all eternity...... thabk u anon.... mwah..... enjoy <3

HANK

Okay let's be honest

He doesn't care

At first, anyways

When he'd raid AAHW he'd always notice their small form cowering in a place he couldn't reach

Finally after enough times his curiosity got thr best of him and he said fuck it n found a way to get to the child

As he approached the child began shaking more, Hank could hear it whispering "Please don't kill me," faintly, over and over

mmmm maybe not today

He just left it alone to let it know he wouldn't hurt it

He went off to kill some more, and when he returned to the child's spot, they were nowhere to be seen

This bugged him but he didn't pay any more mind

Imagine his shock when he ends up witnessing you healing a MAG while he was on a stealth mission

That thing was literally ten times bigger than you yet you didn't seem to be nervous at all

He returned home without attacking and Sanford and Deimos could tell something was on his mind

He also forbade them from entering a certain room in the house

After a couple of days, Sanford and Deimks couldn't ignore it any longer and entered the room while Hank was on another mission

But Hank's mission wasn't the usual... he was on a mission not to kill, but to SAVE.

To save you, specifically

And he if you were shocked by the fact that Hank was completely ignoring enemy attacks and running straight for you

Of course you were scared and began darting away through the building

He chased you (eventually he had to start killing to get to you) and finally caught you

You were obviously terrified and started kicking and screaming

To avoid more attacks, Hank dived into a garbage chute that led out of the building

You were still freaking out, but the fact that he hasn't tried to hurt you yet was intriguing

There was no dumpster so you both just hit the ground harshly

He cushioned your fall mostly, hugging you tight

You stopped struggling after that motion

He brought you home to a confused Sanford and Deimos asking why there was a room decked out in kids toys and furniture

But they were cut off by your small form peeking out from behind his legs

"Oooohhhhhhhh..."

He's definitely trying to be a good father figure, but sometimes he struggles

He loves it when you play with his goggles though

Or when you suddenly say something out loud, like how he looks good today or smth (you know, that thing where kids can be brutally honest sometimes)

SANFORD

His interest definitely piqued when he bumped into your small form, ready to attack him if he tried to hurt you

"I'm... not gonna hurt ya, kid."

You didn't respond, only giving him a kinda uncomfy death glare

He took the hint and slowly backed away

He kept thinking about you while he made his way through the facility. A couple thoughts crossed his mind.

"Are they experimenting on a whole child? Or are they also raiding this place? No, no... They wouldn't survive this long...

He decided to try and take you because he's not gonna let a child be ruined by the AAHW

He turns back and just. Snatches you up, like Hank, but more gentle

You had half the mind to scream for help, but you knew he didn't have evil intentions by the way he shushed you

When you two got out safely, he immediately strikes up small talk

Exchanging names, why you were there, etc

He definitely acts like a wine aunt... wine uncle? Vodka uncle? Man's is Russian now HSUSDJ

"Auditor was treating you like pure shit, here, I have an extra pair of my hooks, I'm gonna train you in them, yeah?"

Lets you cuss but like. Limited

Honestly everyone gets attached to you, in general

Once he found out your healing ability he thought it was so cool

And when you healed him for the first time he was like :0

You giggled a bit, and he smiled, he liked making you laugh

DEIMOS

Definitely spots you while scouting the building before attacking

You were chatting with a MAG

Deimos was stupid (as usual) and IMMEDIATELY- like he was the child- pointed to you and shouted "I WAN IT"

It was a loud enough shout that everyone heard HAHAGA

After a tough battle with the MAG and like 30 agents, Deimos finally spots you

"Hey, kid! Come with us, life is easier! Trust me, I defected and I'm grateful for it."

You obviously didn't like them because. They just killed the MAG you were talking to. But, you did wanna get outta there... so you gave in

You slowly nodded and took a few steps forward, but Deimos got very excited and just ran to you and scooped you into a hug

I think this man reeeeally wanted a kid

But yknow because he wants to be a brother figure (I can see it happening too :))

Hank is the one that is the strict-yet-secretly-craving-to-spoil-you father, 2B is [REDACTED], Sanford is the vodka uncle that will take you random places and hang out with you there, Deimos is the brother that will stay up at night with you if you wanted, will give you noogies, tease you, and fiercely protect you from anyone (technically they all do but... we won't talk about that)

Yes, when you get scared at night or smth, you go to Deimos, he immediately just. Picks you up and lays you in bed with him

"I gotcha, lil bean!"

When you finally revealed that you were an experiment to heal people, grunt or MAG...

He kind of wasn't surprised, by how considerate you were, no non-healer could be that nice

You've done some healing on the team after that :)

They definitely train you though, you need to defend yourself!!

2BDAMNED

Safe to say that you replace his role as Doc

He didn't even say anything to you when he first met you his brain literally screamed "TAKE THE CHILD PROTECT THE CHILD"

You were healing a random grunt btw

Unfortunately for you the grunt was a little too... welcoming and weird

2B overheard him being weird, thus is why he decided to save you

You were surprised when hands suddenly roughly grabbed you and picked you up, kinda happy you got away from the weird man

All the healing gone to waste as he quickly put a bullet in the grunts head while you were still disoriented

You were shaking, "T-thank you."

He nodded, throwing an "mhm" in with it

Good thing you were both outside the base so you two could easily make an exit

"What's your name, mister?" You curiously asked

"Mine? It's uhh... 2B."

"To be? Like Shakespeare?"

He smiled, "You know what, call me Toby."

"Okay, Toby!" You happily told him your name

By far the most docile meeting of this list obvs

He asked you about your healing, and you nodded excitedly, telling him things that someone usually wouldn't be talking about in such a happy tone

It's like that one audio of the little kid that's oversharing about her mom and her life so casually

Yknow the "can I sit right here? My mama and by daddy were fighting last night" but with all the experiments AAHW did on you and stuff

By the time you both returned to base (with a very confused everyone else bc why did 2b being a child home??) you've explained most of your fucked up situation

And he is definitely like "this is our child now. I've only known them fkr five minutes but if anything happened to them I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself"

Everyone looked at him like "mf hello???"

Alright I can finally say it: 2B fucking ADORES you

Like he fawns over you so much

Spoils you, always makes you laugh, shows you cool stuff

Everyone else is so confused,, this is completely different from the 2B they knew

He doesn't care lol KIDS

Definitely the most protective that outwardly shows it

Deimos is a strong contender for that place tho

He'll have you stay home while they're in missions and they have a special knock for when everyone needs healing

Again, you mostly replace him as the medic but he doesn't mind

AGENT TORTURE

Ofc I'm gonna place you as his healer

mag torture best mag (will not accept criticism)

You two get very close, very quick

Tor is actually extremely intelligent, its just he can't display that accurately because... well,,, there tons of shit stuck in him inhibiting him from doing stuff like talking, what else is he supposed to do JDJDJF

So his brain, when meeting you, said "Guess I'm a dad now"

Would die for you, like he really would

Would also kill for you

HAS killed for you

Much to your dismay, you were trying to heal another MAG bc he was shot in the head accidentally,, the bullet actually hit a spot and did some weird stuff- that I will make up for the sake of plot- and went rabid, trying to grab you

Ofc Tor was watching in the background and immediately leaped in to protect you

You only got knocked over as Tor, with MAG strength, lifted the bigger one and WWE threw him onto the ground, roaring in his face

You only sat there with the most shocked face as Tor brutally ripped away at the rabid MAG

When the other was dead, you watched as Tor turned to face you, body covered in blood

"Lemme... lemme heal you..." You said, dumbfounded

Loves it when you heal him hfjsfjr his whole body goes numb and he forgets his stress and pain only for a couple seconds, as your magic heals his wounds

He's not addicted to it though gladly

Definitely has that fatherly "if you dare to touch my child I will end you" vibe.

Always intimidatingly hunched over you, protective

HAAATES it when you have to talk with the Auditor

He doesn't like the man either BSBDHDJD

He's trying his best

Loves when you heal him, and he grumbles a "thank you" the best he could

The first time he did it, you beamed and happily replied "It was my pleasure!"

You always do just that when you heal him, he'll never get tired of seeing you happy and safe

when the uuhhhmhm jhhh wiiijhhhhh llshhh uhhhhh *kith mag tor*

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Oooohhhhhhhh yes. Can I maybe ask for number 4 with Obi-Wan?

“How did my clothes end up way over there?”

This was the best way to wake up; slowly, warm, and with the weight on the man you loved pressed against you.  The fact your body was still pleasantly spent from the night before was just a bonus.

The light of the morning streamed through the open window of the rather spacious room you had taken for the night. You could faintly make out the sounds of bartering from the market below, but it was muffled by distance and a far cry from the endless stream of noise you were used to on Coruscant.  This was as quiet and peaceful as you and Obi Wan could get.

As if sensing your thoughts, his curled his arm around you just a little tighter, his bread scratching lightly against your bare skin.

You smiled down at him, running your hand absently through his hair as you turned towards the ceiling. 

You had two more days until you had to return to Coruscant and pretend none of this had happened. This wasn’t an opportunity you were going to waste. 

You started to make a mental list of activities when you noticed something strange hanging from the light fixture above you.

Narrowing your focus, you felt your mouth fall open as you realized what it was.  Somehow, someway, your panties had made it to the ceiling.

You let out a laugh, earning your a small groan from the man wrapped around you.

“And what, my dear, could be so amusing at this time in the morning?” Obi Wan mumbled.

“Nothing at all,” you said, still smiling.  “I was just pondering the question of; how did my clothes end up way over there?”

Obi Wan blinked his eyes open, his brow furrowing in confusion.

You glanced up toward the ceiling.

Obi Wan followed your line of sight, raising an eyebrow when he discovered exactly what you were talking about.

“I suppose I was more...enthusiastic last night than I realized,” he said.

“I could have told you that.”

He turned his attention back to you, his lip turning into a side-ways smile. “In my defense, I don’t see how any man could conceal their enthusiasm for you in that dress.”

“Is that so?”

He hummed a yes, before pressing his lips to yours in a slow, deep kiss.

Stars the man knew exactly how to touch you. You wanted to hold him right there for the rest of your life if you could. Unfortunately for both of you, the clock as ticking.

“Obi Wan...”

“I know,” he said, his lips never fully leaving your skin. “But we have two days, and I for one want to the take the time to explore every part of you before we do any exploring outside.”

As he spoke those words, he kissed his way down your body, sucking and nipping against your skin until he settled himself right between your legs.

Any protest your had disappeared in a long moan.

You’d pick up your clothes later.

[glitcheslikeslego]

OOOOHHHHHHHH

bai he is a very young audino who was chasing down a rogue litten who had stolen her food

she gets lost in the horror forest and gets possessed by the lady bone demon, who i have not decided if she should be an alolan marowak with not one, but TWO skulls, one that acts as a crown (and a strange ice-typing instead of fire) or an alolan ninetales (in reference to her ability to use beautiful disguises to complete her tasks, getting closer to achieving destiny, as well as a strange ghost-type to replace the fairy)

i’m low key leaning towards the ice/ghost-type alolan ninetales

i wanna do a thing

i had this idea since the beginning of this morning, and i want to expand on it more

lego monkie kid, but it’s pokemon mystery dungeon

the farthest i got with this idea was making red son a charmeleon or something, and maybe making mei a cool looking dragonair

obviously wukong would be infernape, and macaque would be a dark or ghost-type variant of infernape that i’ve had in the works for almost 2 years now XD

but mk is stumping me lmao

i was thinking of making him a chimchar, but i feel like that’s too obvious, then i thought grookey and felt like that was too far off the mark and won’t fit him at all

pls give me your ideas for mk and the other characters not mentioned my brain isn’t braining 😭😭😭

[omlwhatamidoinghere]

Mr. Moreno

Chapter 3: Off-Campus Housing

Summary: Marcus decides it's time for some new scenery during your tutoring session

Warnings: SMUT, language, fluff, teacher x f!student, daddy kink/age kink (all parties are above the age of 18)

Word Count: 3,347!

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Life has been great!

You're getting good grades, your dad just got a promotion he's been waiting 4 years for, your psychology research was accepted to be part of the department's upcoming journal, and- most importantly- you're sleeping with your professor. Well...maybe "sleeping with" isn't the correct terminology.

The multiple rendez-vous with Mr. Moreno have consisted of him going down on you, you going down on him, your hands down each other's pants and pretty much everything except the main event. That's the one thing he won't do. Yes, you two have definitely had some fun times but he won't go past eating you out and you sucking his cock. Ever since his wife passed, he hasn't had the urge to be with another person in that way. The day he met you, things started to change.

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Marcus' daughter, Missy, even noticed he was acting weird that day and confronted him about it. Taking him by the hand to the living room, she sat him down on the couch, "Dad, who is she?" Immediately turning red, "W-what? Who- what are you...I don't...I'm...she's not- she's...why are you-"

"Dad" The pose she strikes radiates the sass that she definitely got from him.

A sigh passes through his lips, "She's...she's just someone I met at work-"

"Someone you LIKE!" Missy cuts him off. She has never seen her dad act this way. She's only heard the stories of how he acted around her mom before they started dating, he must really like this girl.

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It's not that Marcus hasn't thought about having sex with you- he has and does often- the silver ring that remains on his finger, encompassing the relationship he once had, stirs up this feeling of guilt if he were to have sex with another woman. Even though he knows his late wife wants him to move on and be happy, Marcus still doesn't feel right doing so.

Thank the stars it's the end of the week! Between finishing your project for Mr. Moreno's class and conducting more research for the psychology department, you've been stressed out of your mind. Not only was this week busy, but you also have a test in one of your classes next week. At least today the university decided to give everyone a rest day and treat them to a three-day weekend, even though you're spending it by coming to campus to have Mr. Moreno look over your project. A pleased sigh leaves your lips as you enter the classroom, greeted by a grin from the leader of the Heroics, who is currently talking to one of his fellow teammates, Miracle Guy. He notices his loss of Marcus' attention, immediately realizing who you are, "Well hello there! I've heard so much about you!" If you weren't in the classroom right now, Marcus probably would have knocked him right in the chest. Instead, he turns his head slowly back towards Miracle Guy, his face plastered with a look that can only be taken as 'you need to shut up'.

Setting your bag down as your gaze meets the Heroic's, you're taken back by his last statement, "You...you have?"

"Yeah! Mr. Moreno talks about you all the time! He's always saying how his favorite student is extremely smart and well-rounded!"

Your heart pounds in your ears, hoping Miracle Guy sees past the shade of red currently radiating from your face. You glance over at Marcus and feel heat grow between your legs. If he could kill with a look, Miracle Guy would be dead on the floor right now. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you drop to your knees right there. Your gaze lingers a little too long when Marcus looks over to you and notices your lip between your teeth, his glare changes tones at the sight. The look that fills his wonderfully dark eyes, the same lust-filled look from when he peers up at you from between your legs, causes a flutter deep inside.

"Just fuck each other already!"

Both of you snap from your trance over to Miracle Guy, "What? It's so obvious you both want it! I figured with how much you talk about her, Marcus, that you were already fucking her but I-"

Marcus cuts him off, grabbing his arm and dragging him into his office as you follow with your bag. Shutting the door, Marcus pushes him down into a chair, "We HAVE done stuff." The look on Miracle Guy's face slips to a state of confusion, "But...wait....I thought you said....you told me you haven't..." a sigh passes through Marcus' lips, "We haven't had sex. But we've done other things." A blush dusts your cheeks, Miracle Guy slowly picking up on what Marcus means, "Oooohhhhhhhh....nice! See? Still know how to treat a woman even as an old man-"

"I'm not that old."

"And I really don't care about the age difference." You chime in. Both of them turn to you, "Plus, he's the only man I know that doesn't act like a twelve-year-old," you start to mumble, "Not to mention he's really sexy..."

"What was that?" Marcus leans towards you in hopes of you repeating what you just said. Miracle Guy starts to push, "Yeah I heard you say something but I couldn't tell what it was-"

"I said he's really sexy. Just because he's older doesn't mean he isn't sexy."

Marcus' face matches the embarrassed shade of your own, "You...you think I'm sexy?" Your eyes turn to meet his, "Well yeah! Have you seen yourself?" Miracle Guy remains with his jaw on the floor as the two men take in what you said. A few minutes pass before anyone says anything again, "I think I'm gonna head out. It was nice to finally meet you!" Miracle Guy reaches out to shake your hand. Reaching out to shake his, "A pleasure to meet you as well! Hopefully next time we run into each other it won't be as awkward. Thanks for not telling anyone." With a nod, he steps out of the office, leaving you and Marcus. His eyes lock on yours as he closes the distance between your bodies. Warm, strong hands gently caress your arms, his breath is hot against your ear, "So...you think I'm sexy?" His voice, deep and husky as he moves down to your neck. His teeth graze your skin, a gasp leaves your lips, "Marcus..." His name is a soft whisper filled with desperation. You move your hand up to his hair, your fingers running through each strand causing Marcus to release a low growl against your neck as he continues leaving marks. "Marcus, wait...I need you to....I came in to...-" his lips still on your neck, "Tell me baby." "Why is it so difficult to say something as easy as I came in to see if you could look at my paper?" This man has so much power over you and all he's done so far today is kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. Granted, you can't help but think of all the things he's done to you previously. Stars, you can't help but imagine how amazing he must be in bed...so strong...taking control of you...- see this? This is why he has so much power over you; you can't stop thinking of him. "Baby?" His glasses bump into your jaw as he pulls back to look at you, "What is it?"

"I came in to see if you...um...if you could look over my project?"

His look of realization as he fixes his glasses makes you giggle, "I completely forgot about that...I saw your email and everything and I was going to write you back but then Miracle Guy called and said he was coming in to visit and I got distracted but yes I would love to look over your project." Grabbing your paper out of your bag, still flustered from everything that just happened prior to this moment. Handing it to Marcus, you both take a seat at his desk. He reads over it, paying attention to every detail, biting his lip in concentration. "What the hell? Can you think about anything other than him bending you over his desk and- who are you kidding, of course you can't." He notices your gaze drifting off as he peeks up at you from your paper, "Sweetheart..." You don't hear him talking to you as your mind continues to wander, "...his hands on you...his lips on your body...with how he big he feels in your mouth imagine how he feels in your-" he tries to get your attention again, "Hello? Are you alright?" Still not hearing him, "...and his beard against your skin, especially on your neck and between your thighs..." You still don't notice him as he walks around his desk and leans back against it right in front of you, "Sweetheart, are you alright?" Finally, you come back to your senses. Feeling extremely embarrassed, your cheeks flush red, giving away exactly what was going on in your thoughts. A smirk decorates Marcus' face while he rolls up his sleeves, drawing your attention to his now exposed forearms. "What was going on in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?" Even though you two have done a lot together, you still avert your gaze from his, still too shy to admit the dirty thoughts you have of him...not to mention how often you think those thoughts. He gently grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to meet his eyes. Pulling you closer, Marcus' lips barely graze against yours, his breath hot on your skin. His voice drops into a low gravely tone, "Tell Daddy what you were thinking about, all those dirty thoughts that I know run through your mind...be a good girl and tell me..." Your breath leaves your body in a soft moan. Trying to collect yourself, "I was...I-I was thinking of....umm...you...your...uh..I..."

"If you tell me, I just may do it..."

A gasp powers you to kind of form a sentence, "I w-was thinking about you...and what you do to me...and the all the things you could do to me...being underneath you...nearly breaking whatever you're pounding me into..." Marcus lets out a low moan as he pulls you in and kisses you, his tongue already finding its way past your lips. The sounds you make in response cause him to press against his pants. His hands find their way into your hair and on your lower back, pulling you closer. He continues to moan as you kiss, "Damn he's so hot when he moans. Oh my STARS I want to really hear him moan" He pulls back, his hands still on you, "Baby, we should go somewhere..." slightly confused on his comment, "What? Where would we..what do you mean?" His eyes grow dark with lust again, "Some place where we won't get caught when I make you scream my name so much you forget your own..." A whimper escapes your lips faster than you can process Marcus' words. "I'll take that as a yes. Where should we go sweetheart?" You pause a moment to consider, "Well, my apartment is two minutes away. I can send you my address and you can meet me over there." Giving you another kiss before pulling back again, "Sounds like a plan. I'll be over in a few." As you fix yourself up and start to walk away, Marcus quickly reaches out, giving you a quick smack, winking at you with a cheeky grin when you turn to look back at him.

You make it to your car and back to your apartment within a few minutes. Racing inside, you see that none of your roommates are home, remembering they left for the weekend. Quickly climbing the stairs up to your room, you change your bra and underwear to the set you just bought a few days ago, put some dirty clothes in the laundry basket and make sure everything is cleaned up, not forgetting to light a nice candle to set the mood a little more. A few minutes pass and you hear a car door as a text pops up on your screen

"Come open the door, baby ;)"

Trying not to fall down the stairs as you eagerly skip steps, you finally reach the door. Doing one last appearance check, you open the door. On the other side, Marcus leans with one arm against the door frame, closing the gap between your bodies as soon as the door closes behind him. His lips almost on yours, "Where's your room?" Grabbing onto his tie, you pull him in for a kiss, "Up the stairs, the door next to the bath-" before you could finish your sentence, Marcus had you up and over his shoulder, walking up the stairs. Reaching behind him, he waves his hand and locks the door. Once he reaches your room, he lays you down on the bed, kicking off his shoes and climbing on top of you, that familiar look floods his deep eyes again. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, sweetheart." Giving him a smirk, "You have no idea how many times I've gotten myself off to the thought of you." His lips meet yours in a heated clash. Your arms find their way around his neck as his hands find the button to your jeans. Marcus pulls back to slip off your shirt before kissing down your body; on your lips, to your jaw, down your neck, down your chest, past your stomach. Carefully sliding your jeans off, he continues to kiss your body as it becomes exposed. Soft whimpers from you and groans from Marcus fill the room, his lips never leaving your skin. His teeth grab onto your thigh, forcing a loud moan to escape from your throat. Marcus peers up at you with that infamous look of his, "Ooo, baby likes that, doesn't she?" He bites down on you again, getting the same reaction as before, "You sound so pretty. So good for me." His words only turn you on more. "P-please....please....I..I-I need..." He moves back up to your face, "What is it sweetheart?" You moan breathily in his ear, "I need you. Please, Mr. Moreno..." The groan that comes from his lips makes you even hotter for him, your wetness growing rapidly. Even in class, when you call him "Mr. Moreno", your innocent voice masking your filthy intent, his zipper threatens to break from how hard his cock gets. Burying his face in your neck, Marcus' mustache scratching against your delicate skin, "Say it again," his voice dropping to a growl, "say my name again." His hips begin to create friction between your legs while he awaits your response. The things this man does to you, you feel as if you could get off just from him grinding into you as his voice resonates through your soul. Biting the bottom of your ear, he forces sounds to escape your lips but no words can form, "Come on, baby. Be a good girl for me"

"Mr. Moreno, pleeeaaassee"

His lips travel back down your body as he begins to pull you apart, thread by thread. Settling back between your thighs, his hot breath sends a shiver through you. His tongue licks through your folds, already drenched and melting in his touch. "Already so wet for me, baby" he slips two fingers inside you, "How often have you gotten yourself off to the thought of me, baby?" A moan brings an answer to your lips, "All the time...I think about you all the time....think about you touching me...your strong arms around my waist...your hands on me...you-your fingers...doing..."

"Doing this?"

A curve in his fingers guides you closer to the edge. His name escapes your mouth in a chant, the only word your mind can conjure. The sounds you sing only make his aching stronger and stronger until he snaps, "Baby, I need to be inside of you." Your head moves to meet his eyes as he carefully takes his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth. A groan rumbles through his chest as he cleans them off, keeoing eye contact the entire time. Biting your lip, you hold back a moan as you watch Marcus undress before you, taking in the jaw-dropping sight of his naked body. You sit up and crawl to meet him at the foot of the bed, your hands discovering his skin, your lips are soft against his tanned and toned chest. His hands gently push against your shoulders, "As nice as that feels, there's something tighter I wanna feel around me. Be a good girl and lay back for Daddy." The growl sounding like a command, you do as he tells you. Climbing on top of you, his hands land on either side of your head, dragging your focus up his flexed muscles and to his lustful eyes. You can see the hesitation behind his prowling gaze. Arms and legs wrapping around him, "It's alright, Marcus. I want you inside of me." Quickly wrapping himself with you still hanging on him, he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance, carefully pushing into you. Moans rip through your apartment as he takes it slow, easing you onto his size. "I'm gonna start moving, alright baby?" You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, "Okay. I'm ready."

Easing himself out of you so it's only the tip of his cock left inside, he pushes in slightly harder than before, still adjusting to you, "Ugh....your so tight baby...so tight for Daddy...so wet..." His lips entertain the delicate skin of your neck,your moans and whimpers echoing in his ears, flipping a switch that send his hips into a faster pace. The skin about his cock passes over your clit with every thrust, taking you higher and higher. Your eyes meet as he moves his head back, your lips grazing as you pant against each other. Marcus leans into you depper than before, his mouth meeting yours just in time to swallow the yelp that soars from you. His tongue dancing on your lips, begging for entrance. Parting them slightly, he groans at the feel of you. His kisses travel to your jaw before his lips guide his breath against your ear, "Good girl. Moan for me, baby. Your sound make me want to fuck you until you can only think of me...what I do to you...how much I stretch you..." His husky voice rattles you to the core, clenching tight around his cock. "I'm gonna...please let me come, sir." Marcus pulls back again to look into your eyes, "Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy. You're such a good girl for me." Your climax slams into you at his words just as he chases his release.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls you to his chest, "That...that was...I haven't done that in forever. Was it okay?" You turn your head up to look at him, "Okay? Marcus that was the best sex I've ever had! You really know how to treat a woman." You both chuckle, "Thank you, honey. That means a lot. But..um...what you said earlier about me to Miracle Guy..."

"Y-yes?"

"Is it true?"

"Marcus, I wouldn't lie about that. You're really fucking sexy."

"Honey you're too-"

*buzzzzz*

*buzzzzz*

*buzzzzz*

Marcus' phone begins to ring. Reaching over carefully as not to disturb your comfortable position, he answers it. Still trying to catch his breath, "Hello?"

"Hey pal, it's Miracle Guy. Make sure you turn off your talk to text next time you and hot stuff get together"

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[nutellaneedsanap]

Marijon Week 2021 Day One Prompt: Blue Eyes||Identity Reveal

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT SUPERBOY AND LADYBUG COULD SING- [video attached]

[The Video starts shakily, pointing at a 45 degree angle to Superboy 2.0. He is hovering near the edge of the roof and softly strumming a ukulele, seemingly lost in thought. The video zooms in and he begins to hum the intro to Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. He pauses, clears his throat, and begins in a beautiful tenor.

“I’ve been watching you, for some time. Can’t stop starin’ at those ocean eyes.” He flies backwards and sits on the edge of the roof, smiling.

“Burning cities and napalm skies,” a new voice continues. Superboy stops playing the ukulele and looks up, eyes wide. The cameraman gasps and pans to the right to find Ladybug. You can tell by her windswept hair and the way she is holding her yo-yo that she just swung onto the rooftop. “Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes, your ocean eyes.” The camera follows her as she walks over to pull Superboy into a standing position. Smiling, the heroine continues in her surprisingly clear voice.

“No fair,” she nudges him. “You really know how to make me cry,”

Superboy snaps out of his stupor and joins her. “When you give me those ocean eyes, I’m scared. I’ve never fallen from quite this high falling into your ocean eyes, those ocean eyes.”

The song continues with the two of them dueting and harmonizing beautifly, crescendoing when appropriate and quieting down at the more serious parts. At some point, Ladybug grabs Superboy by the hand and pulls him to the center of the rooftop where she begins to dance. As the song comes to an end, they slow down considerably and their faces begin to drift closer. As soon as the last note leaves their lips, Superboy darts forward and captures her lips with his.

A whoop is heard from behind the camera, followed by an “Oh, shit!” when the superheroes break apart and look at the camera man. The camera shakes and the video ends.]

LIKE HOLY SHIT I GOT CAUGHT BUT IT WAS WORTH IT

Queen @ur_favorite_queer_queen

@nutella(she_they) ASFLKJEFLJEF NOT TO MENTION SUPERBOY 2 CAN PLAY THE UKULELE-

PunchLime(she/they/he) @lee_max

@nutella(she_they) [Insert image *okay, was anybody going to tell me that ladybug and superboy could sing or was i supposed to just figure that out via random twitter video myself.jpg*]

Robin @thefourthboywonder

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy Jon-El, what are you doing with my little sister?

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder uhhhhh *gulps heavily* *looks at note cards* ...patrolling?

Robin @thefourthboywonder

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder Likely story. You may duel Father for her hand two weeks from today at the Batcave. Come or die, coward.

yes i am a bat leave me alone @Ladybug

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder *sigh* I am not your little sister, we were created in a lab and brought to life at the same time. Stop with the dramatics. We have been dating for 3 months, you know this.

purple and waffles @spoiler

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug OOOOHHHHHHHH SOMEONES IN TROUBLEEEEEEEEEEEE

Kon-El @theorginalsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug no no, @thefourthboywonder has a point

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug @theoriginalsuperboy kon you’re supposed to be on my side!! its in the brother code!!!

Kon-El @theorginalsuperboy

@nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy @thefourthboywonder @Ladybug @theoriginalsuperboy yeah but,,, its bug also rr would break up with me if i let anything bad happen to her i'm pretty sure

yes i am a bat leave me alone @Ladybug

To answer all the questions I keep getting, yes, I am dating Superboy 2, yes Robin and I are twins genetically created in a lab(Nightwing posted about this when we first started being vigilantes??), yes, I can sing moderately well, and no, we did not kill @nutella(she_they). They are perfectly fine, if a bit mortified.

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

@Ladybug yeah guys im completely fine, i even asked before posting the video and everything :) (also i appreciate the concern and all but how exactly would i post that if i was dead?) ((and i think @thesecondsuperboy is a bit more mortified than me, lol))

Jon-El @thesecondsuperboy

@Ladybug @nutella(she_they) yep! She is perfectly fine :) (i even flew her home) ((can you blame me?????? there is now a video of me singing on the internet))

at least i didn’t name myself after a restaurant @nutella(she_they)

@Ladybug @nutella(she_they) @thesecondsuperboy AFJELJFJ yes i can blame you lmao you let me post it

dat ass™ @nightwing

@Ladybug @thesecondsuperboy YOU GUYS ARE DATING AND I AM THE LAST IN THE FAMILY TO KNOW??? betrayal at its finest

I lived bitch @redhood

@nightwing i was the first(besides @blackbat ofc) to know and i think that is very sexy of me

dat ass™ @nightwing

@redhood you MONSTER how could you not tell me?!?!?!

I lived bitch@redhood

@nightwing my own brother,,,, called me a monster. he was right of course, but it still hurt

dat ass™ @nightwing

@redhood DO NOT QUOTE THE SACRED SERIES AT ME WHEN I AM MAD AT YOU

I lived bitch @redhood

@nightwing what cha gon do

MW @thefashionone

Hi um how much tea can i drink before dying? Asking for a friend.

Dick Grayson @thesexyone

@thefashionone send me your location im coming over

MW @thefashionone

@thesexyone HA im at metropolis with jon you will never find me

Duke Thomas-Wayne @thenewone

@thefashionone @thesexyone MARI HE IS HEADING TO THE AIRPORT HIDE HIDE HIDE

MW @thefashionone

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone WHAT HOW NO STOP HIM

Duke Thomas-Wayne @thenewone

@thefashionone @thesexyone I TRIED I WAS TOO LATE @theprettyone HELD ME BACK

Cass Wayne @theprettyone

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone Mari needs to sleep :)

MW @thefashionone

*gasp* my own SISTER

Mochegato @mochegato

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone @theprettyone man i love the wayne family

Dicta-Ruler @Emmy_Phee

@thefashionone @thesexyone @thenewone @theprettyone @mochegato today is a good day to be a gothamite :)

@marijon-week

a big thank you to my friends from the MGI server who let me use their username for this!!!!!!

This is technically not late its 11 pm where im at rn soooo

also tumblr wont space it how i want it to but idc anymore im too tired

[angellgguk]

Could you write a headcanon about Jimin being a man of power in the entertainment world and being obsessed with a model. He threatens to destroy her career if she doesn’t give in to him?

(Oooohhhhhhhh)

sorry i was told to do work during accounts so i couldn’t upload earlier!, also i think i’m losing my creativity....

He wasn’t a brat with money when he first entered the entertainment scene.

He only had himself and a few dollars to spend.

He was looked down but with the little trust he had in him he made it in.

Maybe not as successful as he imagined but he finally was in as one of the youngest actors in the industry at only fifteen.

He was laughed and mocked at but he still made it to the top in five years

Another two years and his bank was being fed well.

He was getting so many offers that he had to turn some down because of the work load.

Apart from the brilliant skills a few directors and producers noticed the immense talent he had in singing.

He easily scored himself some OST’s and even a few guest performances in concerts and music videos for the talent he had in contemporary dancing.

Needless to say he didn’t have to shy away from saying he owned the entertainment industry at this point.

So what possible sane reason did you have to reject him?

It was a dream for you to work with someone like jimin.

Jimin too felt as if it was a dream.

How did an angel like you escape from his hold all these years.?

Never once in his career has he been caught in even a simple dating rumor.

It looked like he was going to have his very first rumor.

He didn’t hesitate to ask you out after he filmed the advertisement with you.

But to his surprise.

With a sweet smile you shook your head, denying him with the reason of your longtime boyfriend.

Park jimin was enraged!

“Do you think you can just walk away like that?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden change of his demeanor.

“M-Mr park-”

“Shut up!”

You flinched and walked back, accidentally slamming yourself against the wall.

You looked around hoping to find anyone.

But unfortunately he had trapped you

And you hadn’t even noticed

With a entrancing smirk he walked towards you, slamming his hand against your head, almost mirroring his drama that you were binging on last night.

“I can ruin your career in the snap of my fingers”

And god! he was not lying.

The smirk vanished and was replaced by the crescent smile you were used to seeing on him.

“I’ll pick you at seven”

Park jimin was the devil himself.

Requests for headcanons are open!