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[toxic-gaymer]

@mr-candle-maker

Art collab with my brother @mr-candle-maker :)

[lostinlovingrevery]

i beg and request the most fluffiest of fluff with old man logan 🖤🖤🖤 him smoking his cigar while you lay on his stomach having small talk relishing in each others company etc etc I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH 🤍🤍🙏🙏

Quiet

Old man Logan X Reader

A/N: This is a NEED. Also literally only added in the thunderstorm bc its thundering for me rn and I love it <3 I hope you enjoy dear friend!

Plot: You and Logan relax as a thunderstorm rages outside.

Warnings: Fluff, smoking, thunderstorms, a moment implying previous sexual acts

Word Count: 971

Rain pounded the windows, droplets that streamed downwards along the glass. The darkness of outside, lit up by lightning in the sky- accompanied by a crash of thunder, attempted to creep into the bedroom, but held back by the warm lighting of the lamp that sat on a bedside table, creating a comforting faint orange glow in the bedroom that shadowed the figure of two people lying in bed.

A faint haze of smoke filled the room, as Logan brought the cigar to his lips, puffing it a few times, before pulling it away, and allowing a billow of smoke escape his mouth.

You, resting between his legs, your chin resting in your hand, as your elbow dug into the mattress on his side. Your upper body resting over his tummy, as you drew shapes into his chest, traced your finger gently along his scars, occasionally curling your finger into his chest hair and gently tugging. Logan was partially sitting up on bed, multiple pillows placed behind him to support his aching back. One of Logan's legs was resting over yours, as if securing you in place to him. Logan's hand resting on your shoulder, occasionally scratching up and down your arm, mindlessly, as he sat and stared out the window. Chin tipped up and a thoughtful look on his face.

"Whatchu thinking about Lo?" You ask, a few minutes after you stared up at him dreamily, admiring the salt-and-pepper color of his hair and thick beard, the lines of his face, and the hazel color of his pretty eyes. He blinked and looked at you. He brought the cigar to his lips again, puffing, before pulling it away.

"That we really needed this storm." He says, looking back outside as he watched another flash of lightning strike the sky. The rumble of thunder that followed after gently shook the panes of the windows. You giggled. He glanced at you, quirking an eyebrow.

"That's definitely an old man thing to say." You tease, playfully scratching at his chest hair. A faint grin appeared on his face.

"It's true." He mumbles, lighthearted in his tone. He let out a soft groan, as he moved to put out the cigar on the ash tray on the bedside table next to your shared bed. He stubbed it against the ceramic a few times, before setting it down, and moving back to his original position. You crossed your arms over his belly, resting your chin on them as you smiled up at him. You felt the rise and fall of his breathing, closing your eyes for a moment as you savored the feeling of him.

His hand came out and brushed some hair behind your ear, making you open your eyes again to look at him. "How bout you bub?" He asks.

"Mmm. I'm thinking...About how handsome you look right now." You grinned. He chuckled warmly, looking away from you- a telltale sign that he was flustered by you, as you saw a light pink flush grow on his face. Another crack of thunder, and his hand began scratching up and down your arm again. "You think the storm will go all night?"

"Don't know." He mutters.

"Hope so." You say, turning your head, to rest your cheek on his tummy. He looked back at you, taking a deep breath, as he wondered how he got here with you. "We need to go to the store tomorrow, pick up some groceries." He heard you say. "Are you working tomorrow?"

He pondered. He was planning to go, but the idea of spending a quiet, domestic day with you, sounded more appealing. "No." He answers, bringing his other hand to your hair, intertwining his fingers into it as he played with it softly, making your eyes flutter shut.

He didn't see you smile, because you were pretty sure he said he was working tomorrow earlier, but now he says no; and you can guess that was a last second decision. You adjusted yourself, clambering over his body. The old mattress creaked under the weight of you and Logan as you climbed up to become face to face with him as you pressed your lips to his for a moment. His beard tickled your face and you began to giggle against his lips.

"What's so funny bub?" He asks, at the sound of your mirth, his lips brushing over yours as you speak.

"Your beard." You answer, tipping your head back a bit to look up at him. "It tickles."

"Mm." He brought his hand up to it, running it down his face. "Due for a trim anyway."

"Can I help?"

"No."

"Why?" You pouted.

"You know why."

You tipped your head back and laughed. "That was one time!"

"You got shaving cream all over the place."

"That was your fault!" You accuse, a smile plastered over your face. "You're the one who punctured the can!"

"Yeah, because you did that one thing..." He murmurs, quirking his brow as he looked down at you. You bit your lip at the playful, yet intimate memory of you and him in the bathroom. You were completely innocent in trying to help him trim his beard. How was it your fault that your hand slipped down his boxers?

You leaned forward and pecked his lips again, before moving to curl up against his chest, your arms moving to wrap around him. His strong arms wrapped around you, as you both stared outside into the sky, watching the storm rage on, protected inside your room, wrapped in each others arms.

"I hope it doesn't stop storming." You say softly.

He turned his head and kissed the top of your head. "Me neither bub." He murmurs. Another beat of silence.

"We'll need to get shaving cream at the store tomorrow." You add.

[slutforfinnickodair]

HI BBG😻😻 I was wondering if you could write something for Sam Monroe like maybe he has a prince albert piercing?! I’m going feral rn. Okay love yaa

At the piercer

Pairing: Older!F!Reader x Sam Monroe

plot: Sam is in a little need of some money and after one of his friends bets him a lot of it in change for that piercing, he goes to visit one of his friends.

warnings: oral (male receiving), piercings, talk of smoking and use of drugs, age gap — sam is like 21 reader is more like 29, cheating

a/n: holy cow. WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS PLEASE MESSAGE ME😭🙏 By the way guys my inbox is open so please give me some requests😻

word count: 1.4k

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“Yo, dude.” Josh nudged Sam by his shoulders. Sam gave him a look from the side before taking off his headphones that were blasting Metallica a moment ago.

“What do you want?” His hoarse voice made Josh want to laugh but he stood his ground.

“Want to bet five hundred bucks?” Josh said while leaning against the fence of their house.

Sam sighed before thinking of it. Five hundred bucks would be good for at least three pounds of weed. Maybe he could get some cigarettes along with it or even pills.

“What’s the deal?” Sam stood up from the grass, making Josh smirk before he turned his head to look at Thomas.

“He won’t do it man let it go.” Tommy shook his head while Josh kicked his leg making Thomas buckle his knees.

“You got a thing for that Y/N don’t you?” Josh asked while Sam narrowed his eyes at the blonde. Who was he to question if he liked her or not? She was already married for two years now so he had no chance over a man who looked like he was coming out from a Vogue magazine’s frontpage. Plus, he was way younger.

“Just say what you want, Jonathan.” Sam crossed his arms on his chest.

“How about you go to her salon and ask for a piercing?” Josh chuckled while looking down at his own groin.

The raven haired boy instantly shook his head.

“Come on Sam, it's gonna be fun. Don’t be such a pimp. Isn’t this what you want after all? Some weed and pills. You know five hundred dollars isn’t a small amount of money” Josh teased.

“I’m not doing it anyways.” Sam said. “Either if I get the money or not.”

“Are you shy? That she will see how small your dick actually is?” Thomas laughed while Josh kicked him again.

Sam tilted his head backwards. A piercing? Down there? Sure for five hundred it wasn’t really a big deal but he wasn’t even sure Y/N could do something like that.

“Fine, I'll do it.” Sam suddenly said while Josh smirked and patted Thomas on his back while turning around and walking back into their house.

—

Sam walked into your shop, hearing the bell echo through the building as he stepped inside and closed the door behind himself.

“Oh, Hi Sam.” You said as you spotted him across the reception. He was wearing flared jeans with one of those metal rock bands on it that you casually knew the name of but didn’t listen to any of their songs.

“Hi.” He said while walking over to you.

“What brings you in today?” You asked while pulling out your notepad to add a new customer for today. You only had five today and it was already two in the afternoon so it was quite a slow day.

Now this was the part where Sam lost all of his confidence just looking at you all over again.

You had your hair pinned up so it didn’t fall into your sight. You were wearing a blouse with nothing underneath so he saw your nipple piercings poking through the fabric.

He felt his mouth watering up at the sight as you leant against the counter, writing his name in in your diary.

“Well..umm.” He started but then stopped again as you looked up at him. “I..”

You tilted your head smiling slightly as you saw a little red creeping up to his face.

“I’m guessing you want it somewhere private.” You said while he let out a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“Nipple piercings?” You guessed while looking up at him.

“No.”

You tried to think of anything that could weird out a twenty one year old boy, then the question suddenly left your mouth.

“A cockring?” You asked while Sam breathed out and nodded his head slowly.

“Okay.” You got up from behind the counter and walked towards the mattress where you did all of your job.

“Lay down.” You said while sitting down on the barstool next to him.

Sam laid down as you said and stared at the ceiling while you got some of the stuff that was needed. You put on some gloves, searching for a needle and the disinfectant with a cotton swab nearby.

“Are you nervous?” You asked to make a brief conversation.

“A little.” He admitted while readjusting his position.

“Don’t worry it will be fine.” You said while turning around. “Though you would need to pull your jeans and underwear down.” You said while waiting for him to do so.

“Oh right.” He murmured while quickly fidgeting with his belt.

Your thoughts suddenly drifted away. You’ve been doing piercings for Sam since he turned seventeen. Of course you thought he looked fine but he was way too young for you. You were already twenty five when you met.

Your husband wouldn’t give a shit if you just went and slept around, because he did the same. Not that you did care, you needed the money and that was it.

Sam was different, you only thought of him as a one night stand and even that was a huge mistake to think of. He probably had many women drooling around him; he didn't need one who was married.

“Okay so.” You started while looking at his pretty face. “You know I would like you to get a little bit aroused before we start this so the needle can easily pierce your skin.” You dared not to look down at his member. Sam paid attention to this as he stared right into your gorgeous eyes, waiting for you to finally touch him even if it meant his head would be swelling for a good two weeks.

“I’ll leave you alone to do this.” You said while getting up from the barstool that you were seated on. Sam wanted to call out for you but he rather closed his mouth and watched as you walked behind the counter again, looking up at the clock before diving your head into one of your notebooks where you rearranged some appointments that were off for today. You were basically just scribbling down whatever came to your mind.

By the time you walked back to where Sam was, you saw exactly how he was currently rubbing himself, trying to get ready. All you saw was that the poor boy tried to do his best but he was still limp. You pulled at your lips as a wicked thought ran up into your head.

Jacking him off wouldn’t be cheating would it be?

You didn’t care though, you walked over to him and sat back on the barstool. When he noticed you he quickly pulled away his hands, staring at you.

“Seems like you don’t have anyone to think about.” You said while he gulped down his spit. Gosh how could you be so hot and confident at the same time?

“Trust me, I do.” He murmured while looking down at your cleavage.

“Okay pretty boy well how about I help you out a little bit?” You suggested while pulling out something like lube from one of your drawers.

“You would?” He asked surprised.

Oh god, she’s going to stroke my dick.

“Well if I need to..” You pressed some of that lube on your fingertips looking down at him.

Sam kept looking at you, praying not to cum in a minute under your hands. You probably had no time for him anyways.

You looked him into the eyes once before taking his tip between your fingertips, rubbing the lube right on the skin.

This was the first time Sam held his moans back, trying to gain composure as you kept flicking the head with your hands. If you kept going like this you would be having to see him cumming all over your hand.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath as you went faster. You even forgot this wasn’t supposed to be a blowjob until the very moment you got thick ropes of white coming down your hands.

A soft gasp left your lips but even then you kept going. Sam twitched underneath your hand, groaning once you sped up again.

“You gonna cum again for me baby?” You purred while now your hand was caressing his entire length.

“Yes..” He gasped while you kept smirking.

Let’s just say Sam Monroe turned out to visit your salon more after that encounter. Plus, he always made sure your husband would see the leftover marks that your setting powder couldn’t cover.

[dadsbongos]

CAN U PLSSSS WRITE A CUTE DENJI FIC OR HEADCANON/DRABBLE?? honestly idrc care which it is (obvi longer is preferred but i understand and am open to whatevs u give)

like about reader (fem) has a journal and in it she wrote about her dream dude, but like perfectly described denji and accidentally left it out and while they were hanging out or something cuz they besties he sees it and realized like "dude, that's me!" or something and then like a fluffy confession or something IDK that's just what i have sprinting through my brain rn 🤓

also maybe a lil kiss 🙏

thank you for giving me a denji idea... been fiending to write for him and just had 0 ideas

word count - 1.5 K / warnings - fem reader, not proofread!!, au where makima dies and denji just gets to be happy with special division 4 and they are familycore

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“And the point of this is…?”

“I dunno,” Himeno answers honestly, shrugging, “I read somewhere that you can tell a lot about someone from their partner.”

“None of us are dating,” Aki huffs, fingers itching over the protrusion of his lighter in his pocket.

“Their preference in a partner,” Himeno groans in annoyance, gesturing out to the collection of papers in front of each of you, “Besides, what else do we have to do right now?”

Fair question, no matter how junky the science behind Himeno's apparent reading, not one of you had anything better to do. A storm was raging outside the Hayakawa apartment, all of Special Division Four having pooled there before the clouds even rolled in. Before Kobeni could shyly crawl out from the rambunctious crowd, there was lightning and thunder and an ear-piercing flood warning blasting on the television. 

So, Aki swallows the rest of his complaints and puts his head down with the rest of your division. His pencil sprawling over the paper Himeno slammed in front of him to describe his ideal significant other. A tedious task he's all too eager to bullshit through as soon as Himeno is finished staring down at him.

Denji is tapping the eraser of his pencil against the kitchen island, eyes straying around the living room. He worried his bottom lip between knifepoint teeth; only stopping when he tastes iron. Even Power has started writing.

Even you have begun writing. He wonders what you're writing. He wishes he could stretch his neck and take a peek without being obvious. He wishes he could read it at all.

Denji draws a stick figure that takes up a quarter of the page, dragging the lead back over the chest to add breasts. He glances at you through the side of his eye before adding hair and a small smile. And the black hair tie snug around your wrist even though he's only ever seen you lend it to Kobeni and Angel. Now he really can't avoid it: Denji has no idea how to write. 

Hopefully he can just coast with a bland drawing and let everybody think he's as shallow as they probably already believe. But when he lifts his head to glimpse at everyone else's pages, Himeno is already freezing him solid with her icy glare. Denji tucks his chin to his chest and subtly twists in the island stool to look at your paper again. 

Bullet points go five lines down the page; and the only thing he can make out is one of the few characters Aki’s taught Denji at his request:

愚か. Stupid.

Denji's eyes bounce back up to your face, eyes a little gooey and smile all soft. He knows that goofy look well, it's how he finds himself everytime he thinks about you. Before he can lose himself in that, he's jealous. You're making that lovestruck face over some stupid guy that Denji can't even write a strongly worded letter to. 

Denji writes one of the other few things Aki has taught him. Your name with a bold arrow pointing down at the stick figure. 

Then he erases it. He scrubs the pink bud over your name so hard he tears the paper in half. A loud shirrr dragging every eye to his hunched form, shoulders hiking higher over his face at the increased attention.

“Hark! The fool cannot even spell!” Power cackles, “Show me his words! Show me his mistake!”

“Power,” you chide, as though she's a fitful toddler and not a horrific Fiend, “Be nice. You can't write either.”

“Liar!” she points at you with a shaking finger.

Kobeni shyly taps Power on the shoulder before pointing at the paper overflowing with Power's manic ideals of a partner, “Anything else…?”

“Honesty!” she glares at you sharply, “And unwavering devotion!”

“Right…” Kobeni mutters unsurely, neglecting her own paper as she continues to scribble on Power's.

“Ignore her,” you scoot your stool closer to Denji and he manages to flip his page over before you can see the drawing, “Do you need help?”

He’s nodding before his mouth can even pop open, eventually he manages to sputter alongside it, “Yeah, yeah!” taking full advantage of his new opportunity to squish right against you at the island, “Can you write…”

Patiently, you await his request and he can feel his heart pumping in his throat every time you bat your lashes at him all sweetly. Your pen leaves jet black dots as it dips in your weak grasp, Denji has lots of words to describe you and all of them knot together on the tip of his tongue, tangled and lashing to fall from his lips at once.

Ultimately, he settles for the least descriptive, “Nice.”

“Someone nice,” you nod and scratch that onto his paper, “I like that.”

Denji feels his whole body go junky with sparks of electricity, blood boiling hot at how you feel comfortable enough to drag your paper into his full view. You point at your top bullet point, nail tacking loudly into the surface when his eyes don’t immediately stray from your face to the words below. Your bottom lip is sucked between your teeth as you study his reaction, leaning your face even closer to his.

Though you’re blurry and jumbled in his peripherals, Denji can still make out the upturn of your lips. He looks over the rest of the page, desperately searching for any other words he can make out and mold himself to. That, or cope and make up some ways in which he’s at least comparable to your dream man.

He can make out: Pretty.

Do you think Denji is pretty?

He sees another one he recognizes: 歯 -- teeth -- but there’s two characters before that he’s useless against. 

Denji has teeth.

“Sharp,” you whisper into his ear, tingles raising along his pale flesh.

“Huh…?” Denji turns to look at you, heat rising far up to his ears.

An airy, almost delirious, giggle floats into his ears as you circle the two mysteries before teeth, “Sharp,” then you circle teeth, “Teeth. Sharp teeth.”

“You like guys with sharp teeth?”

“Love ‘em.”

Denji swallows harshly, shakily pointing to the next bullet point, “What’s that mean?”

農民を尊重する.

You press ever closer towards Denji, leaning your chin on his shoulder, “‘Respects farmers.’”

“I respect farmers…” he mutters dumbly, “I love their work.”

“I know you do.”

Denji blinks down at you, his thick lashes beating on his rosying cheeks and spiky teeth punching back into his lip. His breaths are short and hard, red overtaking his cheeks like a flustered little Kewpie doll. So precious and sweet, ready to crack beneath your palms. He’d trust you wholly, and you know you’d treat him well. He knows, too. You’re nice.

You laugh at his stunned face, posture rigid. The sudden shock making his shoulder jab up into your jaw uncomfortably -- you find it terribly charming. 

“I like girls…” Denji sighs out in a tremble, eyes trailing down your face, “I like girls with soft lips.”

“Do you?” you inch closer, by now long forgetting the presence of your friends and colleagues in the apartment. Teasing is fun, but teasing Denji is just the best.

“Mhm.”

.

.

.

After an awkward pause, Denji follows the quiet hum with,

“Can I… kiss you?”

You nod against his shoulder, chin digging down into the bone. Denji stretches his neck to kiss you -- and your lips are even softer and more sugary than he imagined. His hands scratch out to cradle you to himself, continuously parched no matter how much of you he has to drink in. Warm hands and arms around you, clinging and wrapping and pulling. Wincing from the prickle of Denji’s teeth against your lip, you cinch a hand around the chest of his shirt and wrench it towards you -- pulling Denji closer along with it. 

“You like me?” he utters against your lips.

Pulling back, you flip around your paper and sear your index nail around a very recognizable word, “My ideal partner. I was a little scared to share at first…”

Denji almost jumps right off the stool, ready to coop you in his arms and swing you around fully in front of his roommates and coworkers. Instead he laughs in full disbelief to himself, reaching down to squeeze your other hand in both of his. You’re briefly concerned he’s cutting off blood flow before the joy of his pure excitement overtakes that concern. 

DENJI is big and plain over the very top of the page. 

“What changed your mind?”

You snicker right into his ear and reach out to flip over Denji’s paper, torn at the top, “I could tell you felt the same, pretty boy.”

Denji squeezes your hand even tighter, giggling almost feverishly before he’s sliding off the stool, “Wanna go make out in my room?”

“Thanks for having the decency to move now,” an unpleasant sneer breaks Denji’s cloudy dream-turned-reality.

“Fuck you,” Denji hisses at Aki.

“I think it’s cute!” Himeno pushes at the back of Aki’s head, “Focus on yourself!”

You let Denji drag you from the kitchen island and towards his (and Power’s, not that she’ll be allowed in for the next however many hours) room. 

“So, you really think ‘m pretty?” Denji’s voice teeters just on the edge of snarky, but his skittish, red frame speaks louder.

“Prettiest,” you coo, kissing his cheek.

The affection has him seconds away from blurting out an awkward, ill-timed: You’re really my dream girl.

[ilysungho]

heyy! just had a thought and this could apply to any member cuz I can't think of just one...

you and him are roommates! after a few months, both of you eventually get so close with each other to the point it's comfortable to talk about... odd stuff. you'd end up asking him what he does to masturbate, and he'd answer you with a shrug. after a few seconds of silence from his end, he'd overshare and says he uses a homemade fleshlight, using items he's found laying around. you get stunned and laugh in disbelief, but you can't really judge him for that (you think whatever he does is hot 😊).

you've found him very attractive from the start and always had the intention of hooking up with him, yet never got the chance to. you'd then offer to buy him an expensive fleshlight just because you felt like it. he'd get a little surprise but he'd say it would feel unfair since he thinks you'd get nothing out of it. little does he know you want him to show you how he uses that expensive fleshlight in front of you, in his room specifically.

help, it kinda feels like i've been sending too much asks recently idk (⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶) i hope it's not overwhelming for you 🙏

- 🎐

nonnie i love you and i love this ask… i can definitely see this with jaehyun or riwoo the strongest! idek how to continue this thought. i feel like the only proper way to do so would be by writing a full fic, but i have a lot of fics being written rn so i'm just gonna leave some more thoughts... i got some help for jaehyun from my friend so thank you to them <3

jaehyun

he would definitely be the type to masturbate using what he has lying around. he's thought a LOT about going out to go and buy a proper fleshlight, but he's so embarrassed about it all. what will the people at the store think about him buying one? what if he orders online and you open his package to see that? he's just scared to be perceived like that, a total 180 to his usual cute and innocent looking face under his black thick rimmed glasses. but despite that, he sounds so pretty when he does anything, and you've heard him because of how loud he is! he tries to keep it down but the walls are thinner than he thinks they are, and he can't hear when you're back from wherever you'd have gone to. well, when you bring up buying him one, he would be very hesitant to let you do so. he'd be so very thankful for not having to hunt for his toy of choice at the moment, but it'd be a huge favor too.

after you get it for him though, knocks on his door before he can try it out makes him feel impatient. he just wants to be able to use his new toy, but you had to come in right at that moment! he'd sound frustrated while trying to talk to you, and you notice his urgency. one hand would push him back to sit on the edge of the bed as the other grabs your purchase to hand to him. jaehyun's head would feel dizzy as you tell him what to do, yet he let you instruct him as you wish. as he listens to you, he feels like he could cum barely a minute in. maybe it's the fact that he's using a new toy, or maybe it's your sweet voice dictating his actions. all he knows is that he needs more of it.

riwoo

riwoo would be amused to say the least. hearing you say that you'd buy something for him despite only recently starting to talk about more sexual topics would have him wondering whether you are being nice or just wanting to find your way into his pants (which you were). he'd be by your side as you pull up a website to buy it for him like you offered, and he would have him fun with it. as you scroll through, he'd talk about the specifics of what he's looking for, because if he's getting a toy after not having one, it should something he likes to say the least. you'd point to one as he says no and why he said no. he'd describe his denial with extreme detail as he watches you shift at your seat. he knows what he's doing and would take full advantage of the situation.

when it arrives, he would take the longest to open it, practically waiting for you to yell at him to open it so he could tease you for being impatient. you'd be sitting on his bed to see him open up the toy and show you it, and you just sit there watching him as he examines it. his hands would be all over it, and he stares right into your eyes while inserting his fingers into the hole. your blushing face would show through your hands barely covering your face, and he would knee your arousal while sitting on between your legs. "you wanted to watch how i use it right? stop covering your face then, darling."

[minnie-binjin]

♥︎DREAM OF YOU♥︎

MINORS DNI 18+!!

genre:smut, mh caught having a wet dream about you.🙏

CW: Switch!mh, Switch!afab reader, unprotected sex (cut the cameras) p in v, creampie, dry humping, and edging (I'm sure that's all, but let me know if there's more)

p.s:FIRST TIME WRITING DONT EXPECT GREATNESS!!

You've been having a REALLY hard day at work. Stressful couldn't even cut it, so of course, all you wanted to do was get home to your bed and have a little fun here and there and hopefully minho wasn't going to interfere with that as he's always needing something around the house or at least most of the time that's what he needs.

Finally, getting to your home and opening the door to your shared apartment with your roommate on the couch sleeping, closing the door normal as caring for his nap, wasn't an issue as he usually asked you to wake him when you get home so no need for any silence. As you walk over to wake him, that's when you heard it.

"Y/n...fuck you're so tight, I-I'm gonna cum fuck." An incoherent but very visible sentence came from his lips. What was he dreaming about? Why were you in it? In the main part of your mind, you were extremely confused and conflicted and the other...so fucking turned on. It felt so wrong and weird, but the way he said your name was whiny and needy, he sounds so desperate that it's driving you crazy.

You just wanted to sit there and listen to the rest, feeling the wetness of your aching cunt mixed with the groans of Minho's mindless moans were too much, you wanted to feel him, you needed to feel him. You slowly crouched down near his face, now being more able to the sounds come from his mouth more better and god they were so fucking good, patting on his chest to wake him looking at his sleepy face as his eyes softly open.

Looking at you as you smile slyly at him as you watch his eye go blank then to a shy panic. "Y-Y/n um hey, how are you?" Minho rubs the back his head, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. "I'm wonderful, Min. How did you sleep, hm?" You say sweetly, his nickname basically rolling off your tongue like candy. "And that dream. Was it good, baby?" Slowly climbing onto the couch straddling Minho with no other thought, giving him no time to process, rubbing your soft, warm cunt on his hard, and extremely noticeable dick. Watching as Min's face changes from a nervous to weak pleasure look made you even more wet and needy for him.

"Shit...Y/n fuck I-you're so warm, feels so good mama please don't stop." Min grabs at your hips, clawing at the silky fabric wrapping and shaping your curves. "I'm gonna cum mama please..don't stop." Looking up at you with so much despair you could just eat him rn, even then you began lifting your body from his hard dick with no effort, causing him to whine pathetically as your warmness leaves his crotch. "Cmon baby, not yet ok? I still want you to fill me up." Taking off the pants you had on fairly quickly, going right back to straddling Minho looking at him with seductive eyes, pulling down his shorts and bowers as his throbbing dick lays on his chest hard as a rock.

Moving your underwear to the side with one hand, stroking Minho with other, lining yourself up with his dick as you slowly sink onto his hot throbbing length.

"Holy shit you're so big, Min baby." Bitting down on your lips as you move yourself up and down slowly on him as your ass and his hips meet constantly until all you both hear is the sound of skin slapping together the faster you moving on his dick. "Min fuck I-I'm so close, I can't hold it please!"

You feel your climax slowly reaching as your eyes meet the back of your head, clawing into Minho's shoulder as you press your chin to his neck, both of you moan in an almost pornographic way. "C'mon Mama, cum for me. I'm close too ok? Just cum." His filthy reassuring tone threw you over the edge, cuming more than a toy has ever made you. You constantly clench as min fucks you through your high, causing Minho to cum not to long after you filling you with his warm white liquid as he finally stops pulling out of you to let it all come out of your swollen and abused cunt.

"I'm sorry, you just felt so good." Minho chuckles, pushing his face into your chest, huffing softly. "It's okay, Min. I won't die from it." You ruffle his hair, trying to catch your own breath from that intense situation, definitely forgetting about all the stress from before.

The end.

Hope you liked it! :))

[starb3rrys]

Hiii I'm kinda new to Tumblr so idk how stuff really works here😭 but anyway are your requests open? If so, then I'd like to make a req but if not just ignore this!!

Umm so basically an nsfw oneshot(idk what you call it) or headcanons of how bsd men would react/deal the situation when you two are hiding in a very tight space and your crotches accidentally rub together? RHRHHT it's kinda weird describing it but let's just say [character] pushed you along with him into a locker/box with you sitting on top of his lap OR with you too close ttp that you two could feel each other with every inch you move

Uhhh and yeah that's it and feel free to add some touches and changes on the scenario, and I'd greatly appreciate it if maybe you add Nikolai in it😁🙏AND AGAIN IF U DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING MY REQ OR ISN'T ACCEPTING REQS RN THEN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE I HONESTLY DON'T MIND!!/lh /srs

OMG YES?! Ugh, I love this request! I wanted to add some more characters as well, So I picked the DOA (sorry) ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

If y’all want a part 2 with different characters just let me know, Im at your service! <3

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A Tight Fit~

Ft. Nikolai, Sigma, Fyodor

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Nikolai

Scenario: You were out on a mission with Nikolai, it should’ve been an easy “break in and grab important documents” type mission. But now, you two were squeezed together in a small closet, fearing that any small movement would get you two caught.

“Stay quiet...” Nikolai said as he listened closely, his face looked concentrated and serious, a change from his usual happy and calm face

You quietly nod, as you press against the wall behind you to try and get some more space in between you two

The closet is pretty small, hence why nikolai is leaning down, his hands are pressed firmly on each side of your head, inevitably pinning you in place

Nikolai thinks of a way for both of you to escape this situation without being spotted, “maybe I can teleport something”, he thought to himself

He reaches for his cape, unintentionally pressing against you

Your eyes widen as you feel something press against your area, you slowly look up to see if Nikolai noticed

His cheeks are flushed, hes frozen in place and there is an obvious smirk forming on his face

Yeah he definitely noticed.

You start to speak “Niko-… you’re so clo-“, he cuts you off as he places his hand over your lips

“Shh...” He says as he places a finger against his own lips with a small smirk

Moments later you hear the door of the office close, you two are now alone

“They’re gone now...” Nikolai says in a quiet gentle tone, he turns to you “But, i mean…we could just stay in here~” he says with a mischievous grin

Even after you two get out of that closet, he would keep on teasing and reminding you of the “incident”, he will make sure you never forget!~

Sigma

Scenario: You really don’t know how you got in this situation, one second you and Sigma were walking the streets of the city at night, after your wonderful date. The next, you were hiding in a small dark alley, your body pressed tightly against sigmas as you both hid from a certain jester.

“Damn it.” Sigma cursed under his breath as he kept his guard up, looking around frantically with a worried yet annoyed look

You looked up at Sigma, “Why are we hiding?” You whispered

Sigma looked down at you as he let out a sigh “I saw Nikolai roaming the streets, We can’t be seen together by anyone in the decay, if they were to find out about us...I’m sure horrible consequences would follow” he explained

You nod in agreement, “I understand..but um, why did we have to hide in such a...tight space.” You say as you look away, you can feel his body pressed tightly against yours, you can feel his every breath, his every shuffle and every slight movement

Sigma realizes this and blushes as his eyes widen, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice our position in the heat of the moment”

As he says this, you hear a slight noise come from the alley which causes you to slightly jump in a fright

Sigma let’s out a small grunt as he feels your crotch roughly brush against his, he grips your shoulders and holds you in place “Love please…try and stay still…at least for now” he pleads as his face flushes

Your eyes widen as you feel something slightly poke you “Sigm-“ you’re cut off as his hand covers your mouth, “Keep quiet..” he whispers as you hear footsteps around the corner

You feel him press more onto you, trying to hide your body from view as he lays his head against you shoulder, next to your ear

You slightly shuffle which causes sigma to groan in response, he quickly grips your hips with slight force

“Keep still..” he says in a low tone

Once you two finally get out of the alley way…let’s just say- his head was full of scenarios that caused him to blush profusely, as he practically dragged you to your apartment…

Fyodor

Scenario: Work has been so busy lately, new mission reports coming in everyday. Piles of finished and unfinished documents decorate your desk. All of this caused you to become stressed and overwhelmed, which caused you to become clumsy. So clumsy that you didn’t even seem to notice Fyodor turning the corner, not until it was too late.

**THUD**, is all that can be heard as your bodies crash together and fall to the floor

You feel extreme pain on your head as you let out a small groan of pain

You soothe your head and begin to slowly open your eyes, you try and comprehend what just happened as you hear a soft pained groan come from under you

You slowly begin to look down, your face flushes when you and Fyodor’s eyes meet

His eyes show slight shock as they quickly return to their neutral state, he just stares up at you…not uttering a word

You take a minute to process what is currently happening…and thats when you feel it, you feel something pressing against your area

You quickly get off Fyodor as you begin to apologize, “I’m so sorry! I should’ve been paying more attention!”, you ramble on apologies as you quickly stand up

He lets out a small chuckle as he stands up and brushes himself off , “No worries, more importantly…are you alright?” He asks with a bit of concern present in his tone

You nod as your face grows red, you begin to remember what you felt under you as you pray to god he didn’t notice

But, its like he can read you like a book, he smirks as he reaches for your chin, making you look at him “Yes,…I did notice and feel it” he says with a sly tone

You freeze in place as he says this, he then pulls away and softly smiles “Just be more careful and aware in the future, alright?”

He narrows his eyes as his tone changes to a more stern one, “Next time I won’t be so forgiving…~” he says as he begins to walk off

You’re left standing there shocked and frozen in place

He definitely enjoyed it, especially your cute reaction when you thought he didn’t notice. But for your sake he won’t bring it up, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t think about it constantly…~

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Hi Hi! Sorry for the delay, work has been getting in the way but no worries im clearing out my requests!

I changed the scenario up a bit for Fyodor! (Sorry)

I appreciate everyone sending in requests! Love yall! <3

[tkaulitzz]

HI OK SO

I LUUUUV UR BILL ACOUNT SO MUCH theyre so well written 🙏🙏 but i was wondering if you could do a dom!tom fem!reader smut where hes like the readers german tutor n the readers like all flirty with him when she first meets him ykwim

YOU DONT HAVE TO DUH and sorry if its not specific enough but yopsdhkjsdlsjd yeah😭😭

ILY AND UR WRITING MWAH x

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more like this on wattpad @/b_kaulitzz ;) (ok not rn bc this my lit first tom wattpad)

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info/cw: fem x dom!tom, bj (m! recieving), praising, degrading

synposis: you’d do anything to get out of doing german homework

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. also to requester, i changed plot up a bit, I HOPE YOU DONT MIND…i was having horrible writers block

more under cut :)

I watched as the door cracked over, my eyes meeting his brown eyes. "Hey, Tom, " I gave a small smile as he exchanged one back. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes moved lower through my body, undressing me in his mind. I bit my lip as I tugged at my skirt, keeping my eyes on his. "Tom?"

"Oh...sorry. Come in, " He looked back into my eyes, a slight pink tint washing over his face. I snickered as he took a step aside, opening the door more. "I'm helping with German, right?"

"Mhm, " I stepped in, watching as he closed the door behind me. His eyes scanned over me one more time before shuffling past me.

"Over here, " He spoke. I watched as his jeans dragged against the shiny floor. The wood floors reflected a slight yellow hue from the ceiling light. I followed behind him, my platform heels clacking against the ground. I sighed, holding onto the strap of my tote bag as I watched him pull out two chairs from his dining table. I took a seat next to him, placing my bag on the glass table.

"Tom?" I looked over at him as I reached into my bag, pulling out the German textbook. He hummed in response, taking a seat next to me. "You know, you're a sweet boy, right?"

"I am?" He raised an eyebrow. I nodded, pulling out the worksheets that were stacking up as days went by. I needed this credit, badly. But, I'm not gonna be the one to do it. I shuffled in the cushioned seat, sitting up.

"Yes, you are, " I turned to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I could see his dilated pupils from here, he was so easy. I bit my lip as I felt the painted design of his jacket sleeve under my palm. "You know how I'm struggling for this credit right?"

"Yea?..."

"And, you know. That one time in math when I helped you, " I tilted my head, rubbing his forearm. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You did?"

"Well...besides that..." I pressed my lips together as I looked away for a bit. Damn it, maybe he's smarter than I thought. "Could you do my work, please?"

"What?? I can help you but I'm not doing your work, " His face twisted, pulling the textbook over to his side.

"Tom, please?..." I pleaded, watching him turn to the book.

"It's not that hard, come on, " He took one of the worksheets and looked over it.

"Fine...I guess you didn't want a reward, " I sighed as I took out a pen. He kept his fingers on the worksheet before looking at me again.

"Reward?..."

"Yea...I guess it doesn't matter, " I shrugged, clicking the blue pen. I grinned to myself, watching his face twist again.

"No, tell me, " Tom placed the paper down, crossing his arms. He sat back, his legs spreading as he narrowed his eyes. I felt a lump form in my throat, looking from the chandelier above the table and to him.

"It doesn't matter, " I pulled the worksheet over to my side. Shit, I should've just let him tutor me. I shuddered, feeling his lips gently brush over my ear lobe. I could feel his grin, watching his hand enter my vision to take hold of my hand that held the pen.

"Tell me, " He spoke softly into my ear, taking the pen from my hands. My palms grew sweaty as my heart raced. He sat back again, crossing his arms with the pen in his grasp.

"It's nothing, Tom. Let's just do this lesson, " I turned back to him, reaching out for the pen. He raised his hand, holding the pen up high. I stood up, regretting packing only one pen. He leaned back slightly, this fucking idiot. I grit my teeth, placing a hand on his chest as I try to reach for the pen.

"Oh, so now you wanna do the lesson?" He snickered, continuing to hold the pen out of my reach.

"Tom, give it back, " I scoffed, leaning closer to him.

"Only if you tell me."

"Tell you what?" I groaned, taking hold of his wrist. He snickered and I widened my eyes as I felt his breath on my chest. I felt my face heat up as I fell back onto my chair. He held a proud smirk on his stupid face, spinning the pen in his hand. "Perv!"

"And you're not?"

"What are you talking about?" I looked away, folding my arms over my chest.

"What was the reward?" He leaned over, pushing the tip of the pen under the strap of my top. His eyes followed my pen as he moved it down my skin. I shuddered as I snapped my head toward him.

"Do the worksheets first, then I'll show you, " I glared at him, licking my top lip. He played with his lip ring, looking away to think. My body grew less tense as he leaned back, taking a worksheet. I sighed, watching as he filled out each question. I slowly slid off my chair, this better be worth it. I crawled between his legs, looking up at the confused expression that formed on his face through the glass. I sat up on my knees, sliding my fingers to his bulge. My fingertips went against the threading of the folds of his jeans. He smirked to himself as he felt me undo his jeans, sliding down the zipper. I looked up at him from time to time, digging my nails into the denim to pull them down.

"You're not serious are you?" He reached down, taking hold of my lower jaw. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the feeling of his rough callous thumb pressed into my cheek. He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you're serious, " He watched as I slid my fingers under the start of his boxers. He shuddered at the cold feeling of my nails hitting his skin as I tugged at his boxers. He didn't seem to mind as he pulled away, working on the worksheet again. I pulled down his boxers, watching his cock swing out. I didn't mind either, he's the only tutor I'd do this to. I bit my lip as I wrapped my hand around his length, hearing his stuttered breaths. I slowly stroked him, feeling him harden in my hand before looking up at him. He kept his breath steady with small hicks and I leaned in, kissing his tip. I moved my free hand down between his thighs, pushing them apart as I continued to stroke him. Tom let out a small groan, tightening his grip around the pen. I spat on his tip, spreading my saliva down the base as I watched a vein protrude out of his arm. I smirked to myself, continuing to stroke him to lubricate his cock. The lewd noises between my hand and his cock only caused my heart to race more.

"Is that okay?" I asked innocently, fluttering my eyes as I leaned close. I kissed his tip again, letting saliva slide down it.

"Keep going, " He kept his eyes on the paper. I licked his slit before wrapping my lips around his tip. He grunted, feeling me hallow my cheeks. I stroked the rest of his size as I slowly moved my head down his length. I held his inner thigh, closing my eyes as I continued to move my head down. I gagged as his tip hit the back of my throat, furrowing my eyebrows. He breathily moaned, as I slowly bobbed my head. "Just like that...for the A, " He hissed, moving a hand behind my head as he answered questions with his other hand. I hummed into his cock, causing him to let out a satisfied groan. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry from the tears forming. Tom's jaw hung low as his eyebrows curved inward. "Fuck...you want an A, right? Use that mouth, right, " He strained out, placing the pen down. I gagged as he held either side of my head, moving my mouth down. My nose hit his lower stomach as I looked up at him, hallowing my cheeks still. He pulled me off, allowing me to breathe as his chest heaved up and down. His forehead formed sweat, and the angle of him from down here caused me to clench my thighs together. I panted before licking his tip again. "Yea, you want that A, don't you?"

"Mhm, " I let out a small whine as I swirled my tongue around his tip. He chuckled, taking hold of his cock to press his tip against my tongue.

"You're so pathetic, " He slowly slid his size into my mouth. My panties only became more soaked from his power over me. I hallowed my cheeks, keeping eye contact as my eyes watered again. His tip hit against my throat, causing him to let out a satisfied sigh. "Use that pretty mouth if you want your worksheets done, " He bit his lip, using my head to his pleasure. His breath caught in his throat as he continued. I whined into his cock as I moved against his steady rhythm, my eye makeup slightly ruined from the tears. "Just like that, good girl, " His chest continued to heave, pulling away once I learned the rhythm. Tom let out a guttural moan, keeping his focus on the worksheet. I looked up at him for approval as I worked my mouth on his cock, bobbing my head quicker. He moved a hand back down, caressing my forehead with his thumb as he worked. He groaned, lowering his head as he tried to write. "Fuck-- just like that, pretty girl, " He hungrily moaned. I breathed heavily through my nose, slowing down as I grasped his cock again. His tip poked into my cheek as I slowed down, barely enough for him to feel. I tasted the gloss from my lips that smeared around his cock. He looked down at me again, his harsh look sending chills down my spine. I felt my stomach turn, feeling his grip on my wrists as he began to thrust into my mouth. “I don’t think you wanna pass.”

“I do, I do, ” I muffled as I leaned back, sucking on his tip. He pulled me closer by my wrists, causing me to wince. His face was flushed, and my lips were swollen. My jaw stung as I hallowed my cheeks again.

“Yea? Then act like it, ” He bucked his hips once I parted my lips. Husky moans left his lips, each thrust matching his moans. He closed his eyes, thrusting deeper into my mouth to feel every inch as he groaned in satisfaction. I rubbed my thighs together, muffling moans around his cock from the friction. “Good girl, ” He struggled to let out as he threw his head back, continuing to thrust into my mouth. I clenched my fists, moving my head against his thrusts as I felt his cock throb. “Keep it up-- and all of your worksheets-- will be done, ” He dragged out his moans, quickening his thrusts. I gagged at each thrust to the back of my throat. Tom cursed under his breath, taking hold of the back of my head, and pushing me down as he released. His groan was followed by a hoarse moan. I slightly choked, swallowing the warm liquid around his cock. I pulled off with a pop, drool running down the corner of my lips as I leaned back in. He panted, looking down at me as I licked the cum around his base.

“Did I do good?” I breathed heavily, feeling him let go of my wrists. I held myself up from the cold tiled floor, licking the corner of my lips. He nodded in response with a smirk, looking back at the piece of paper.

“I barely did though, ” Tom puffed his cheeks, as he only answered three questions.

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tom kaulitz, kaulitz, smut, kaulitz twins

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Anakin as you bf

Sum random ass headcanons I CRAVE for this man (pls I beg more of I BEG)

Tw: might be bit ooc since I'm still learning about him but rn he screams all of this for me, just fluff

-He a tease, gets worse once you guys finally get together.

-Can see him whispering sweet nothings in your ear or just blows air just to see you shiver outta nowhere

Making you blush is part of his hobby now. He just adores it when get shy with him. Look away all you want but he gon make sure to see that precious face of your heat up 🫠

-likes to rest his head on your lap whenever he feels stuffs too much for him. Like he'll flop down infront of you and let his head flop on your thighs, letting his body finally relax after a long day.

PLEASE play with his hair too he finds it so soothing he could just knock out right there 😭 💕💕💕

-Tries to keep things on the low cuz....jedi rules and stuff, but just like in the movies and shows he failed miserably cuz he basically can't keep his hands to himself 😭💀💀💀

He touchstarved ok?! Cut him sum slack, not his fault u make him wanna squish you at every opportunity possible

Cuteness aggression. Beware once yall out of sight of anyone he gonna pounce on you for cuddles, unless he got stuff to do he is NOT moving good fucking luck lol

-Don't let him know your ticklish. DO NOT LET HIM FIND OUT IT WILL BE YOU DAMN END,

will sometimes poke on your sides when u least expect it cuz he just finds it so cute seeing squeak in surprise. Scold him for it all you like that just makes him wanna do it more 😫

-Gives you the softest look when you talk to him, you may talking about the weirdest shi but my guy here smiling like a goof as he just wonders how was he so lucky to have you

ngl sometimes he would just be so busy looking at you to the point you blabbing becomes a background noise, is not that he doesn't listen it's just that he a simp and can't help to just look at you a dream of having a life together the both of you

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A/N: pls ask me for more parts rn cuz I wanna ramble on him sm I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY FFS 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

[xxlady-lunaxx]

This is a request but like

SaneMitsu. But female Sanemi and male Mitsuri.

Basically genderbend

Cause I saw a super adorable fanart of it and I cannot get the idea off of my head but rn I dont have time to write (I'm killing mosquitoes rn) so Im asking the best kny writer on tumblr I know

didnt know what to write bc writing genderbends aaalways trips me up but ill try 🙏 keeping their actual names otherwise it gets infinitely more confusing <- maeda (the tailor) is still the same (gender) ! (its wwaay to confusing as is IMSORRY)

Unlike most of the women of the Corps, Sanemi had chosen the design she got for her uniform. Granted, she hadn’t expected the skirt rather than the pants she had so clearly asked for. But she dealt with it, not really in the mood to ask for her original request. Of course, that only lasted so long. After receiving a replacement for her uniform—which had torn on one of her missions—she found the skirt about four or so inches shorter than it had been before. She had noticed, prior, that it seemed to like shrinking whenever she got it back. But this was fucking ridiculous and she was ready to kill. Which was unfortunately forbidden in the Corps—but nobody said anything about threatening, right?

After getting the unnecessary advice from Tengen—whom she’d run into while collecting her clothes—she stalked back go Maeda with the slowly rising fury. She had never minded the little boob window her uniform provided—she’s asked for that, actually—but this stupid skirt would do nothing to give the protection the uniform was supposed to give. Sanemi found herself wondering if Maeda was secretly a traitor with the intention to kill off all the women by making clothing that did the opposite it was supposed to. She would honestly not be surprised if that was it.

Upon reaching the room she had been directed to as the one Maeda worked in, she kicked the door open and stepped inside. Before she had the chance to put in words the irritation he was inconveniencing her with, she stopped short, realizing someone else was also in the room. It was the newest Hashira—Mitsuri Kanroji. Who stood there, surprised at the sudden entrance.

Maeda stood beside Mitsuri, writing down what Sanemi assumed to be the requested uniform design. No doubt Mitsuri would get exactly what he asked for.

Deciding that she didn’t care if there was audience, Sanemi stalked up to Maeda and snatched the clipboard from his hands. Maeda squeaked—stupidly—and scrambled to get it back. Sanemi held it tauntingly above her head, dancing away from his reach.

“I need that,” Maeda tried. “Do you need anything? Could you wait until I finish with Kanroji-sama?”

“It’s not like you’re going to do what he asks though, right?” Sanemi taunted, her lips curled in a scowl.

Mitsuri took the clipboard from Sanemi, frowning. “Be nice,” he said, as if Sanemi were some toddler learning manners. “He didn’t do anything.”

“Not to you, no.” Sanemi shot him a glare, holding up the skirt and shoving it in Mitsuri’s face. “Look at this! What the fuck is this? At this point, it’s a goddamn belt!”

Mitsuri leaned back slightly, trying to look at what Sanemi was waving in the air. He took a moment to comprehend it, confused. “Is that… a skirt?”

“Yes. Supposedly part of my uniform,” Sanemi snapped. “Even when I asked for some fucking pants. But no. And before, at least, this was longer. Now it covers absolutely nothing!”

Mitsuri appeared to be having conflicting emotions, hesitating before speaking. He turned to Maeda as he spoke, gently taking the skirt and examining it. “Is this really… what you made for Shinazugawa-san? It’s not very proper for her,” he said slowly, his frown reappearing.

Sanemi felt slightly better seeing Mitsuri on her side. Mitsuri seemed like the type to want everything all rainbows and laughter, so seeing him lecture someone else for a change (he didn’t like Sanemi’s ‘attitude’) was satisfying. Especially as Maeda cowered slightly, finally getting the hint that he’d fucked up.

“Well- Maybe it… shrank?” Maeda said doubtfully. Fucking bastard.

“I didn’t even ask for a skirt,” Sanemi snarled. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the tailor. She had to admit, this would be funny. Especially if Mitsuri decided to scold Maeda. Which he did.

“Even if it did shrink from what you originally, made, it isn’t very kind of you to give her what she didn’t ask for! Besides, I believe that pants are more protective than skirts, and it would be nice of you to help us with our job to protect others! We all have important roles in the Corps and yours is to make the clothing, right? But if we aren’t fit into the clothes that would benefit us more, then other things could go wrong! Shinazugawa-san is a very talented Hashira, but I believe that not having the proper protection for her skin would hinder her ability to protect others if her own body is open to so many places she could easily get injured. If you issued the same clothing to any of the Hashira, they would all tell you that it isn’t ideal to receive something with the means for only appearance when they’re trusting you to make them something that would protect them,” Mitsuri ranted, hands poised on his hips as he spoke. He huffed, handing Maeda his clipboard back. “I don’t want to pressure you, but it’s truly disrespectful to give this”—he held up the skirt—“to someone who has done nothing but protect! Please give Shinazugawa-san the right clothing before proceeding with mine.”

Sanemi wasn’t quite listening to Mitsuri, having grown a bit bored of it half way through, so she focused on Maeda’s expression that was morphing into some sort of embarrassment, if not quite shame. She resisted the urge to laugh as Maeda quickly took the clipboard and nodded. Probably deciding he didn’t want to deal with two angry Hashira.

“Yes- Okay,” Maeda said quickly. He didn’t look quite sorry, but at least he might refrain from repeating his actions for a while. “I’ll do it.”

“Do you need my measurements?” Sanemi asked.

“No. I have them from last time.”

“So you did measure her for them? You just decided not to follow your directions?” Mitsuri prompted, looking even more upset.

Sanemi grinned, eager to rouse the fire. “Yeah, maybe we should have you replaced or something. Or, maybe not. We should just report this to Oyakata-sama. I’m sure you’d learn your lesson then.”

Mitsuri agreed, nodding. “I agree.”

Maeda shook his head quickly. “No, no, I’ll do what you asked. I’ll do it.”

“Good. But I’m more than willing to send a crow to Master if it’s too much work,” Sanemi suggested.

Maeda interrupted him, shaking his head with much vigor. “No need! No need—it’s fine, I’ll do it.”

Sanemi smirked as Maeda left to hopefully go remake the uniform. Then she turned to Mitsuri, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” Mitsuri asked. She handed the skirt back but Sanemi just threw it aside for whoever came back into the room.

“I think we should’ve just punched him,” Sanemi said.

“No! That’s going too far.”

“Yeah, well, I’m holding him accountable for all of the injuries on my legs since I got the skirt.” She absentmindedly rubbed her thigh where a bandage was wrapped around a wound from a couple days ago. “I’m sure it could’ve been prevented if he wasn’t such a perverted asshole.”

“Let’s not- Let’s not speak badly about him, now…” Mitsuri mumbled, though he resisted a smile.

Sanemi pointed at the skirt. Mitsuri sighed.

“Just don’t hurt him. Please?”

“Fine.”

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Sanemi had, luckily, gotten her uniform back as she’d originally wanted it. The next time she saw Mitsuri—which wasn’t actually until the next Hashira meeting—she showed her, a bit pleased. Mitsuri equally seemed happy for Sanemi. Sanemi, who had decided that maybe Mitsuri wasn’t quite so annoying, ended up talking to him for a while longer. The other Hashira appeared vastly surprised by this, all used to Sanemi’s hostile act towards, well, everyone. And then Sanemi and Mitsuri started dating blah blah I have no ideas.

guys pls be more specific w requests i neber know what to write 😔

[sixosix]

SOBBING EUEU UEUEGEH EUGEUE UEHEUUEUEE

(got a lil shy while drawing them doing the smooch🫣)

im so getting emotional rn like THERES ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT😭😭🤧 i feel like it was just last month where i sent u the first ask HHAHAHHS rizzney is actually a myth look at him at his KNEES for mc bro is a tomato, a strawberry, hes the same color as his bow headass. also yeah aether its probably best to get your hands off mc now LMAOOOO. LYNETTEEEE i love u ueegheheg eueh ueh. also CHILDE😍🥰🥰😍🤩😍😍🥰my man lesgo, my mc childe sibling boat is sailing HAHHSHHSHX

on the side note, im hella hyped for the aether series💥💥💥 trust that I'll still be w u in that journey as much as i am in this one. your writings breathe life into me like actually. Thawed has relieved me from artblock lots of times and im greatful for that. As long as i live, thawed exists alr. like this fic is injected into my brain HAHHAHHSHHSHSN

i might draw more even after the series is over tho LMAOOOO like just my headcanons and stuff. THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE THAWED OK U DONT UNDERSTAND this the thawed impact😭😭😭😭

but yeah, have a nice day six!! i love u very much❤️❤️

AKAAGIIIII im tearing up again 😢 U DREW THE KISS SCENE WAAAAAAAHHH. omg. They look so soft im sobbing i can feel the warmth ARRGHHHH THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE TOO IMGOING CRAZY the way hes holding her... Okay. okay.

im so emotional too like I CANT BELIEVE ITS THE LAST CHAPTER NEXT.... I stared at my phone after i posted that recent chapter like wt f am i gonna do now. well obviously we know what im gonna do next but thawed impact was real to me too 😢😢 thats my baby and im letting her go NOOOOO

IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!!! im glad we met through thawed and im forever grateful that youre still sticking to my blog. 🙏🙏🙏 i swear and wholeheartedly believe that thawed wouldn't have been the same without your art. TRUST ME I WROTE IT.

and ofc ill still welcome (and BEG) for thawed content from you even after i officially end it. i have attachment to your thawed!mc and i dont think its gonna go away ever. I LOVE U SO MUCHH U ARE WONDERFUL HAVE AN AMAZING EVERY DAY

[flightyalrighty]

So Shadow was unconscious for 2 days meaning he most likely woke up on day 3. Bugs have been out in the world for at least three days then. Either GUN doesn't know there's a problem yet or Rouge never got the chance to tell Shadow.

Shadow 100% falcon punched someone on day 3 after hearing the "Go crazy go apeshit" words and booked it seeing how the other person's blood is still dripping and he's got an open bleeding wound of his own. The fact that the wound is still there and the blood is still dripping from both sources means it happened not too long ago. It's still day 3.

Sonic is covered in vicera on day 3. He's talking like nothing is wrong. It hasn't even been a week yet. What the hell does the rest of the world look like rn if this is day 3 😭 I know the bug is most likely doing a Larva to Adulthood speedrun (haha speedrun ha...😭😭😭) in Sonic rn but the world can't be that far off from him.

It feels like we're getting both sides of the spectrum here. Shadow with the delayed effects because of his blood and Sonic with the advanced effects because he's the living embodiment of adrenaline and doesn't know how to ask for help. Makes it hard to grasp what the rest of the world is gonna look like when we see it.

Also I saw that talk about the yellow fur. I was wondering what that was for a while. I'm voting it's from Tails. You said Tails wouldn't leave Sonic alone even if he's 'sick'. If Sonic's this far gone already I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to get a hold of Tails at least once :( Doesn't mean the kit is dead though. He's got the added advantage of being able to fly away from trouble. He could always strand himself at the top of something if Sonic's 'sickness' got directed towards him. Holding out hope Tails isn't dead yet 🙏 Might be the only person with the most insight in what's going on rn seeing how he's got personal experience with it :(

A lot of good theorizing, here! And yeah, you're pretty spot-on with that timeline of events. Honestly I'm not sure what I could possibly say to add to this! I feel bad for not being able to reply with too much, but, y'know, I don't wanna spoil anything!

Thank you for reading, and for paying attention! :]

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi, first time ever sending an ask like this but I needed to tell you how much I love what you write and that I am absolutely grateful you also write for amab sevika 🥺🙏❤️ I was wondering if you maybe would write amab sevika having sex with an insecure afab nonbinary reader and Sev kissing their top surgery scars and doing a bit of body worship? 🥺 Thank you 😭🙏❤️

of course!! this is gonna be a little less smutty because i just wrote a big ol' smut piece last night so i'm all smutted out rn, so i hope that's okay!

disclaimer! i'm cis, so i'm unfamiliar with the specifics of top surgery. if i got anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away! :)

men and minors dni

first of all, if you guys are together when you get top surgery, sevika would almost be more excited than you.

it's not that she doesn't love your tits. (she does.)

but she loves you so much more, and she knows top surgery is going to make you so happy, and she's so excited for you.

your recovery is uncomfortable and painful as it always is, but it's a little more bearable when sevika's waiting on you hand and foot, grinning each time she changes your bandages and sees your still-swollen but now flat chest.

each night, she'd insist she be the one to rub your scar-fading cream over the scars on your chest.

and each time, she'd press a kiss right over your heart as she rubs it in.

when you're fully healed, sevika wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself.

not really in a sexual context (we'll get to that in a second) but just because she wants to reassure you and touch you and soothe the scars on your chest.

she's always tracing over the scars, slipping her hand up your shirt to gently rub her thumb back and forth over them.

if you're ever feeling insecure (maybe the scars are lopsided or really obvious, maybe your nipples look a little different now, or you don't have any at all, maybe you're just feeling blah about your body) sevika's the first person to notice something's off-- sometimes even before you do.

"what's wrong?" sevika asks when she wanders into the bathroom and finds you tracing your top surgery scars. you huff.

"nothin'." you say. she shoots you a skeptical look as she approaches you, both hands on your hips and her chin hooking over your shoulder to lock eyes with you in the mirror.

slowly, her hands creep up your side until she's holding your chest, gently tracing over the scars as she presses kisses to your neck and cheek.

"i love you." she whispers. "you're perfect, y'know." she says.

(it's always easy to believe her, especially when you can feel her dick growing hard against your ass.)

in the bedroom, sevika'd always have her mouth on your scars. tracing them with her tongue, pressing kisses to the center of your chest or your nipples, sucking hickeys underneath the scars to decorate them.

she still sleeps on your chest-- slightly less comfortable now without the fat of your breasts to cushion her-- but she doesn't care.

sometimes, you wake up to her whispering secrets to the scars.

"so pretty. so perfect."

"fuckin' sexy ass body."

and your favorite so far, "you made 'em so happy. never saw 'em smile as big as they did when they first saw their new chest. thank you." whispered reverently against the scar tissue on your skin.

you had to snap your eyes shut to pretend to be sleeping when she pulled back away, not wanting her to know you caught her.

she knows, though. she can hear your rapid heart beat beneath her ear as she settles back down. she doesn't say anything, just presses a kiss to your skin, a smile on her lips.

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[cxvii666]

YO THIS EVENT SEEMS SOO FUNNN

Age: 19

Pronouns: She/Her and he on special occasions (when i want)

Sexual orientation: Queer- leaning towards men pref atm ⁉️

no shame in my game i love all like reader does substance stuff, soulmate aus, and most definitely the tropes where they aren’t supposed to be together but cant resist 🙏

fandom pref: mha

fav first date idea: Smoke sesh outdoor movie night with bonfire. Listen.

Favorite album: I’m going to have to give u like 3 because I cant pick just one. I cannot. Laufey- Everything I Know About Love, Tyler, the Creator- CMIYGL andddd Adrienne Lenker- songs

Screen time: 7hrs 😨

Love life status: Oh lord ❤️ my love life rn is diabolical I’m painfully single with an on and off situation that is mostly off unless hes horny (kill me)

name: Magnolia/Maggie 🥸

“your perfect match is...”

... SHOTO TODOROKI

wc: 740

“you can tell me everything that's on your chest, baby, get it off”

the crackling fire spits as the heat hits your skin, and you take a long drag from your joint, the smoke curling in the night air. the sky is dark, and the stars are almost drowned out by the city lights, but you don’t mind. the warmth of the bonfire and the buzz of the crowd are enough.

you’ve seen him before. shouto todoroki. the guy who always seems to be with midoriya and the others. the one who looks like he’s too cool for any of this, but still ends up at every party or event anyway. he’s the kind of guy who always seems to be observing things from the side, never quite a part of it, but not an outsider either.

you know the type.

you try not to stare, but then his eyes meet yours, and it’s like a switch flips. for a second, everything feels quiet, like the whole world has paused and the only thing that matters is the way he’s looking at you. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move, just watches. you can't tell if it’s because he's intrigued or just curious—hell, maybe both.

you raise your joint, flicking the ash away, pretending it doesn’t faze you. but then, he’s standing up, walking towards you like he’s been meaning to talk to you for ages. you blink, not sure if you’re imagining this.

"mind if i join you?" his voice is low but clear over the sound of the fire crackling and people laughing in the background.

you shrug like it’s no big deal, taking another drag before replying, “don’t know why you’d wanna join me. you seem like you’ve got a lot more interesting people to talk to.”

he’s close now, almost too close, but not enough to make it weird. you can see the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you, and you wonder if this was a bad idea.

"i could say the same to you." he pauses, like he’s thinking about something, but then he says it, his voice still easy, but with a hint of something you can’t place. "you seem like you don’t want to be here."

you smirk back at him, flicking your cigarette to the ground and stepping on it with a little more force than necessary. "what makes you think that?"

shouto raises an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving yours. "the way you're standing over there, all quiet. kinda... like you’re trying to get away from all this."

it’s not a question, but it feels like one.

you laugh softly, leaning back against the cold metal of a nearby fence, crossing your arms. "maybe. or maybe i’m just here for the vibes."

“just for the vibes?” he steps closer, his eyes still studying you in that way he has, like he’s trying to figure you out. you can feel the heat of the fire on your skin, but his presence is almost warmer.

you take a deep breath, letting the silence hang between you for a second too long. then you shrug, nonchalant. "maybe it’s not that deep."

there’s something between you two now, some tension that you don’t know how to name. you didn’t expect him to come over, didn’t expect to talk to him at all. but now that he’s here, you kind of don’t want him to leave.

"so, what are you really doing out here?" his voice is a little softer now, the playfulness fading, replaced with curiosity. "not usually your scene, right?"

it hits you then, the reason this feels so different. it's because he's paying attention. really paying attention.

you let out a small, reluctant sigh and smile. "i could ask you the same thing."

but he just grins, the kind of smile that makes your stomach do a little flip. "guess i like the view," he says, his eyes flicking to the fire, then back to you.

you don’t respond immediately. it’s quiet for a beat, just the two of you standing there, the firelight flickering between you, and for a second, it feels like maybe this could be something— maybe just the start of something, or maybe nothing at all.

but you can’t help yourself. you step closer, just a little, and raise an eyebrow.

"is that so?"

he doesn't answer right away, but the glint in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t need to.

heyyyyyy gang,,, sorry ive not posted more of these i have ten in my drafts rn and pen is empty, vape is dead, cracked my grinder, no bud, SO IM RAWDOGGING TS OMGGG and i have class tmrw morning (today) AND I HATE programming im a designer idk why tf im doing this module but all my faves are in this class so i might bum a zoot off someone we'll see

anywayssss sweetie i hope u liked this one 🙏

[gojoidyll]

Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!! Although I’m rlly late. Did you get any chocolate? I got one but it was from this kid I was tutoring as a side hustle 💀💀. Though she has caused me a great deal of pain for other days. Children these days….

I wonder what Dan heng’s role gonna be…is he gonna be dhil or just Dan heng? I think dhil is way hotter tho, with the boob window n everything. Is he gonna have a tail…? Imagine pull on it when you’re doing it with him

Subby danheng??? My brain is just filled with mean dom and subby Jing yuan. So different but so similar…

And mydei’s coming!!!! Have you seen the trailer yet? He bery sexy…I’m torn between castorice and mydei 😭😭. I want castorice, mydei, and tribbie…wahhh, I think it’s really time to bust out the wallet for real real. I’ve been a light slender with some express monthly this whole time so…

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Also also! I think your ‘if Icarus couldn’t’ fic would literally fit with ‘die with a smile’ even though not many chapters yet!!

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And I really can’t trust you, the fei fei betraying y/n made me cryyyy. How could you do this to meeeeeeeee. *shakes you violently*

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Ahem— anyways, I would still not forgive geppie even if he was tricked, like mfker, why tf did you not discuss with me??? First thing I’m doing if I woke up as y/n is gonna be firing geppie

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Can we get a smol subby Jing yuan scene in the emperor au or bite…? 🥺🥺🙏 maybe a mean y/n…😉. Imagine him tied up—

Thinking abt empress y/n x hostage of war yuan like if the emperor au was reversed. Mean y/n and subby Jing yuan filling my thoughts😳😳. Imagine yuan having to compete with the guards who serve her for y/n’s attention! Eeek, or tyrant empress y/n, someone just as crazy as Jing yuan and possessive too, would kill anyone who looks at him the wrong way. Like the second breakfast table scene but with empress y/n killing the male servant (male cuz yk) after spilling juice on yuan. And yuan would secretly be laughing and giggling even though blood is on his face…😩😩

This is so cringe but…ye

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I took my first round of exams and it was so easy that I’m literally scared, it”s like the calm before the storm type of shit. I have no idea what my professor is cooking but I’m scared af.

And wow, another trip?? Your company/firm must be paying you hell good for you to be running around the country. I hope you take breaks tho! And I thought Monday was a public holiday(?). I hope you get good overtime pay at least. Baiii ❤️❤️

I... did not get any chocolate 😕 but that's just the usual lol

He'll probably just be dan heng but with long hair 🫣 the boob window is a must. It's part of the plot!!

I love the idea of subby!dan heng 😭 (on an unrelated note, I heard he's getting ANOTHER form in hsr 👀)

I saw the trailer yesterday!! Mydei was so hot and I liked phainon's appearance too

I can't wait for them!! And same, I think ill go for both mydei and castorice. And if anaxa is cool, I'll probably get him too (i haven't decided)

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Ooo, I love that song! I can see it fitting with that fic too ^-^

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One day i will win back the trust 😔

Until then however 👀

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Looks like gepard needs a redemption arc XD

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I probably wont write a subby jy in emperor au, but I'll definitely think about it for bite 👀

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Congrats with your exams!!

In trying to take breaks when I can 😭 rn I'm at the airport waiting for my next flight.

I hope I get home by 9am

It is a public holiday but for my company if we have to work, then we work. We just get extra pto (paid time off) if we work on a holiday

[dragonridernoobie]

Helloooooo!! So I have an oc and I was wondering if you could do a scenario with TFP Megatron and my oc about him capturing her from the Autobots and keeping her as a pet.

APPEARANCE:

My ocs name is Gianna, she is 5’8 and she’s human. She has thick brown hair that’s ALWAYS down (unless she needs to tie her hair up) her eyes are yellow, which I’ll explain in a bit, she has eyebags and like a scar across her right eye. Her pronouns are she/her, she also has a right bionic arm!! She wears one side off shoulder shirt, showing a black strap underneath, she also wears baggy jeans. Along with some bracelets too, no necklaces!! She’s 21 btw, so she’s the oldest out the humans in the Autobot base.

DISLIKES AND LIKES:

-she loves animals, mainly snakes.

-her favorite color is yellow

-she loves streetwear style

-she’s also addicted to horror!

-she loved music<3

-she HATES being cut off while talking

-she hates being told what to do while doing it

-she also hates her family</3

BACK STORY:

Ok so this is where I tell you abt her yellow eyes and her hatred towards her famz. So at the age of like 6-10 she was abused, she was the. Sold by her parents at 13 to MECH, at first they didn’t know what to do with her. But they ran experiments on her, tortured her, cut her right arm off on PURPOSE, replacing it with a bionic. The bionic can retract claws from her finger tips, she also has a blaster on her palm for defense. Using it though hurts, so she barely uses it. Her yellow eyes came from experiments that were tested on her. She then escaped at 19 and was found by the bots BEFORE jack, Miko, and raf. Present time, she was taken by Megatron onto the Nemesis after a battle with the Autobots.

(Ok ima be so fr rn, idk if you needed all this information so I’m so sorry:( I just rlly like telling abt my oc to ppl sometimes😓 but my request is just scenario (basically a lil story) of Megatron and Gianna on the Nemesis together. Slight romance pls🙏 IF U SEE THIS AND PLAN TO DO IT TYSM. TAKE YOUR TIME WITH IT!!)

Don't be sorry for telling me all this stuff! It really helps me alot, knowing how you're OC acts and there hates/likes. So please, don't be sorry! I hope you like this, and I'm sorry if it took a while, even when you said take my time with it. I don't like to keep people waiting for week(s) so I get it as soon as possible but also making it good.

TFPMegatronXOC

Gianna was fighting with arcee. They where both blasting away at the decepticons. While they fought, Bumblebee beeps in alarm when miko suddenly appeared and was being held by a decepticon. Arcee quickly ran towrd the deception holding miko. Gianna was still fighting off a few decpticons when suddenly a tentacle wrapped around her. She looks up and sees Soundwave. She tries to call for help but quickly is knocked out by a shock. Soundwave opens a groundbridge and walks thru it. On the other side was the lord of the decepticons. Lord megatron. He was standing in front of a screen, his servos behind his back. When Soundwave walks toward him, megatron turns around and smiles.

Megatron: "Ah, Soundwave. I see you got the human."

Soundwave: "..."

Megatron: "bring her to knockouts lab, so he can look out her and find out how she is able to take on a decpticon on her own.

Soundwave: "..."

Soundwave then walks to knockouts lab. He puts Gianna into a container and leaves. Soon Gianna wakes up confused. While she looks around, she realized he was in some container.

Gianna looks at the glass and smiles. Already having a plane. She pulls out a hairband from her pocket and ties her hair up. She then pulls back her bionic arm and smashes the glass to pieces. She hops down and quickly runs off to the doorway. The door dident sense her. So she finds a new way. There was a panned next to the door and she clips a way up to the panel. From her years of being tortured by MECH, they made her do so many experiments. One of them was if she was able to learn wiring. So when she opened the panel, she immediately knew what cords to rip out....which was all of them.

Once she did, the door opened and she ran out, running fave first into somone. When she looks up, knockout was looking down at her.

Knockout: "well, well, well, the little human thinks they can escape. Come here you little pest.

Ginna: "I don't think so cherry!"

Knockout: "my name is not cherry!"

Knockout transformers his servo into a saw and tries to hit Gianna. Gianna quickly dodges his attacks and jumps up his arm. She then runs up his arm, jumping out of the way when his other hand tries to hit her. She runs all the way up his arm and jumps. Using her bionic arm to punch him right in the face. Fully knocking him over.

Gianna wases no time to finish him off. She bolts down the hallway. While she runs, she comes around Soundwave, who is already waiting for her. She stops in her tracks and stares him down.

Soundwave soon shoots his tentacles at her and she dodges all of them and running towrd him. When he tries to grab her with his arms. She pulls out her weapon and hits him. Hard.

While Soundwave was distracted, she runs off again. Soon coming face to face with lord megatron. Gianna waste no times of transforming her bionic arm into a blaster and points it at him. Megatron charging up his blaster at her. They both point their blasters at eachother, not firing.

Megatron: "you are quite the impressive human, and it seems we stand at a stand still."

Gianna: "not really, you can kill me easily-"

Megatron: "yes, but I have an offer to you."

Gianna: "don't interrupt me! And I have no intest in joining the decepticons if that's what you are gonna ask."

Megatron: "ha, clever, but that's not my offer. My offer is you tell me where the autobot base is and I don't kill you're family."

Gianna: "kill them, they where nothing but crule to me and sold me away."

Megatron: "...you are quite intresting. I will keep you as my pet."

Gianna: "I'm no one's pet!"

Gianna then fires her blaster but shoots it right into megatrons blaster, making it break. She then runs past him. Megatron growls and runs off.

They end up on the flight deck where Gianna is cornered.

Megatron: "you have no where to go. You better off being my pet since you will live."

Gianna: "not today."

Gianna then pushes a button on her arm that alerts the autobot base for SOS groundbrigde. She then falls backwards and falls thru the sky.

Megatron definitely was surprised by that but dident give up. He transformers and flies towrd her. Before he reached her, a groundbridge opens and Gianna falls through. Megatron pulls up before he flies into the groundbridge. When he flies back around, the groundbridge is gone.

Megatron lands back on the flight deck and transformers again. He looks down at the empty sky and at the land below. After a few long moments, he burst out laughing, a Genreal laugh. After he calms down, he smiles.

Megatron: "well, played Gianna. Well played. I hope we can see eachother again."

I hope you enjoyed it!!!!