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The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 3

NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink? WC: 6.7k AN: y'all i am SO proud of this chapter!! i'm so so so excited for you all to read it, i loved writing it so much. thank you all so so so much for the love you have been giving this fic, it means the absolute world to me. requests and asks open, as always!

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, [Ch. 3], Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6

Chapter 3: Bonding

In the morning, you woke up slowly, with the taste of night-old beer and regret in your mouth. And also a splitting headache. But your bed was really warm, much warmer than usual, and you snuggled into the covers for another minute. Just one more. And then you realized that it wasn't the covers you were snuggling into, but a person. A person who had their arms wrapped around you. The memories surged back--Anakin, the loud music, truth or dare, kissing him, straddling him, his body against yours. You patted his arm a few times, suddenly completely awake. He let out a low noise of annoyance, but you kept tapping him.

"Five more minutes," he groaned, deeper and gruffer than usual. In that voice, you could hardly refuse him. Five more minutes, fine. With his nearness, warm and stable against you, your heart was beating at a thousand miles an hour. You thought back to the night before, how hard he was for you and how smooth and warm his skin had been under your fingers when you teased below his shirt. Those thoughts would have made you horny beyond belief--fuck you right then and there, maybe--but you had the joy of a massive headache that blocked all of those fun thoughts. The light was too bright to close your eyes and drift off, so all you could do was turn around, awkwardly shifting underneath his arm, to look at him.

Anakin had little freckles on his cheekbones, you realized when you looked at him up close. When his face was completely relaxed like this, he had a kind of ethereal serenity about him. You feared that, if you didn't hold him tightly enough, he'd run away and jump into the sea like a selkie, never to be seen again. He was almost inhuman in that moment, all sharp angles and full lips. The morning light kissed his skin like it came from some radiance within him. He wasn't just handsome in the college-jock kind of way, he was truly and deeply beautiful, you realized.

Calling this Anakin a dumbass, an asshole, or a motherfucker felt just wrong. It would be like calling the stars in the sky boring. Laughably silly. With his jaw slack from sleep, he was a marvel, a gift from nature itself, molded and crafted into a careful, wonderous machine of blood, feelings, and thoughts. And he was laying there with you. If this Anakin wanted the prize, the money, the job, whatever, you would give it over in a heartbeat. All of that just didn't matter in this moment. And that was terrifying.

As quickly as you could, you tried to ground yourself in what was really important to you. Creating something meaningful. Winning. You reminded yourself all the times Anakin called your work amateurish, or the way he still denied damaging Barriss's bot. The way he'd raise his hand to argue that your answer was wrong in lecture during second year. Other images flashed in, unbidden. Anakin's kind eyes when he realized you were upset, before your first kiss. Anakin's sweet voice last night, full of respect for you. The way his teammates obviously respected him. You willed your mind to go back to his smug smile and the way he hogged the soldering station.

Anakin shifted a bit, then opened his bleary eyes to the morning light. It wasn't that late, you knew based on the fact that Ahsoka hadn't pounded down your door, but it was a Sunday, so maybe she didn't intend to. You reached for your phone on your nightstand, which was mercifully alive but hanging on for dear life at 3%. There was a text message from Ahsoka.

Slept over at TKD on the couch, heard u got home safe! ;) Go get some!

Ah. So she clearly thought you and Anakin had fucked. Not that you minded, really. Even if he was an asshole, or if you felt however you did about him, he was still hot. You definitely intended to screw his brains out as soon as you felt better. You tapped him again.

"Mmm, good morning," he mumbled out, "what time is it?" You clicked on your phone.

"11:55," you told him. He bolted upright.

"Shit, we slept through breakfast," he said. He was right, you had. Not that you got breakfast much. You shrugged. Anakin's eyes passed over you, catching your mussed hair, the smudges of mascara surrounding your eyes, and last night's now disheveled dress, then appeared to realize that he was, indeed, pantsless in your bed.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was hushed, tentative. He wasn't saying it outright, but you both knew the question was actually do you regret last night? You took a moment before answering him, trying to find the most correct phrasing for how you felt about it. About him.

"Honestly, I--" you started. His eyes widened, and he read into your hesitation a bit too much. Anakin got out of bed instantly, a gesture that would have been more dignified if he didn't have to shimmy out of the comforter and then hop over you to do so. The lack of his warm weight behind you made you feel oddly empty.

"I knew it, I'm so sorry. I'll leave now, I just--" Anakin said as he grabbed his jeans and started putting them on. Were you imagining it, or was he flushed red in embarrassment? It was kind of cute.

"God, you're stupid. Get back here," you said, motioning for him to come back. Anakin paused, his jeans pulled halfway up, then caught your eye. Based on your annoyance, he sensed that this probably wasn't a get-away-from-me type of conversation, so he finished putting his jeans on and buttoning them, then sat down on the edge of your bed. He was still tentative, like if he said or did the wrong thing, this moment would disappear. Anakin perched carefully on the edge of your bed, as far from you as mathematically possible. He probably had run calculations in his head, you thought.

"I was just saying that I'm too hungover, but we should still… Just not right now. My head is killing me." As you spoke, a smile grew on his face, but then he tried to hide it by pressing his lips together, an effect you would have thought worked better if he wasn't so horrible at it.

"Oh," he said, still obviously elated, but then his expression turned to concern, and he scooched an inch closer to you. "Do you have any Tylenol, or, like, electrolytes here?" You shook your head, and he rolled his eyes. "Of course not." He didn't seem to think you capable of planning in advance, which flared annoyance inside you, but you decided to tamp it down. For now.

"Nah, I think I just need water and food. I'm gonna head down to lunch once I get dressed, then the lab," you told him through a yawn.

"Already? You practically live there," he laughed. Nerd, his tone cried.

"Big words from someone who is always there before me," you said reflexively. The retort had come out of your mouth as easily as breathing, and you hoped he didn't hate you for it.

"Touche," he said, though there wasn't any annoyance in it, just a smile. A silence fell between the two of you, and, unlike most times, it was comfortable. You weren't fuming, which was definitely a new one. Anakin looked down at his hands resting on his thighs, then seemed to work up the courage to say something.

"Look, before you go downstairs, can we talk? Actually talk?" What on Earth did that mean?

"You go first," you said. What did he want to talk about? As far as you were concerned, your positions were clear. Maybe you'd fuck tonight, maybe not, and then he'd be out of your system. You could get back to work. Something twinged in your chest, but it was from your hangover.

"Okay, so, um. I think you know that, even though you're literally the worst, I am… attracted to you. Somehow. And that I'd like to, y'know. Do stuff. I just feel weird about it because of the competition," Anakin said. His confession that he was attracted to you stirred something inside you, but you ignored it.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like, I don't know about you, but if we… did things. I think I'd feel more upset if you won. Not that you will, to be clear, but if someone sabotaged my project and cut off my hands, you might have a shot." You snorted, then smacked his shoulder. He held up his hands, defensively, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

"But, I think I'd also feel weird when I win. You've been really helpful. At staying late so that I can use machines, to be clear. So I've been thinking, we're engineers, right? And, most of what we do is optimize. So why don't we optimize this competition? Maybe we could split the prize money. Because if I don't win, you do, and I need that money. Like, really need. And I'd rather get something than nothing at all if you win, and, for that insurance, I'm willing to let you have some of my prize money. And, in exchange, we help each other as much as possible to make sure that the two of us get first and second place."

Initially, you bristled. Giving away some of your hard-earned prize? That motherfucker was trying to take away from your victory. But, then again, with the way your tests were going now, there was no certainty that you'd be able to produce a working prototype by March. And, if you didn't, he'd probably win. Souring his win just a little would probably feel really good, you reasoned, given how full of himself he was now. The idea wasn't horrible, you thought. You decided to be honest, even though it almost killed you.

"You'll only hear me say this once--and don't you dare tell fucking anyone--but I don't know if I'll win. It's probably rigged in your favor, anyway." You ignored the indignant "hey!" Anakin let out, and continued. "So sure. That works for me."

You held out your right hand for him to shake. The sight was probably hilarious, given that you were still in bed with last night's dress and last night's makeup, but you were deadly serious. Anakin shook your hand, still smiling, and then pulled you up.

"C'mon, get dressed. Don't wanna miss lunch, too, or else we'll never see the lab in the daytime!"

Two hours later, you found yourself on the shuttle to the engineering building. You'd probably walk back long after the shuttle system stopped running, so you wanted to spare yourself one walk in the biting cold. Anakin was sitting next to you--the two of you and Ahsoka had eaten together, and you had spent most of the time getting questioning glances from her. His thigh was warm against yours in the cramped shuttle seats, and you caught him smiling at you once, which made your heart flutter.

You were not alone in the lab. You decided not to question why that was disappointing. On the upside, you got to see Barriss, who was in the corner of the lab, tapping something out on her phone. When she saw you, she came up to you and asked you about how you were doing, and you answered honestly. Tired.

Asajj was on the other side of the room and shot you a glance, but you ignored it. She wasn't your favorite member of the engineering department, but she was an environmental engineer. Not your circus. In the few classes you'd shared, she was kind of a bitch, actually. Barely acknowledged you. She narrowed her eyes at Anakin when he followed you into the lab.

You kept chatting with Barriss for a while, catching up. You felt like you hadn't seen her in ages, especially since she got a job working as an admin assistant for the department. She told you about her new idea for a thesis, some sort of collapsible electric bicycle, and how she was trying to make a better replacement for electric scooters. She pulled up her chair to sit next to your lab bench while you tinkered with your prototype, peppering in some questions about it. You lied through your teeth. It was going great, actually. You were more than on track. You had passed your initial tests with flying colors. Right as she was about to leave, you had worked up the nerve to say the truth, that you were terrified of how it was going. She would be the only person you'd ever admit that to--God knows you wouldn't tell Anakin.

Well, actually, now that you were in your agreement, maybe you could. The idea made you feel scared, honestly. What if he sent you on a wild goose chase? While you were thinking, Barriss said goodbye and rushed off to go get a late lunch, leaving just you, Anakin, and Asajj in the lab.

Now that Barriss was gone, you let yourself deflate. Pretending to do something productive while she watched killed you a little bit, and you found yourself not wanting to do anything else today. Maybe eat some pasta and sleep. Anakin came up to your bench a few times, checking to see how stuff was going, but you weren't really feeling up to engaging with him. You fended off his questions for several hours as you agonized over your failed test, checking the software's code over and over. It still worked on all the test cases other than the one where it really mattered, the one that took it from being a model on your computer to a device that looked at real, physical eyes. Sometime right before dinner, Anakin came up to your desk again, looking frustrated.

"Hey," his voice was low, so that Asajj couldn't hear. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Why do you want me to?" You couldn't help it. You were being defensive, and you felt guilty the moment the words left your lips. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Because…" he trailed off, expression inscrutable, then continued after a moment, "We promised to help each other. I just want to help, honest." You studied his completely earnest face, so open. You faltered, for a moment. Even though you'd had that nice conversation earlier, you couldn't help but still see his face biting out a mean comment, or his sweet smile when he told you the circuit design you had drawn in freshman year for your final project looked fine, even though it had glaring errors. You could handle this on your own. Maybe, just maybe, if you got desperate, you could ask him. But not right now.

"I--It's fine. I think I just need to work on it a bit more." That seemed to placate him, all the way until you told him that you were going to go back home, to have dinner and study, then call it a night. He gave you that same inscrutable expression, which was kind of starting to annoy you, and wished you luck.

You, in fact, did have dinner, but you couldn't study. The equations swam in front of your eyes, all of them turning into questions of focal distance and refraction. You tried for two hours, and it was nine already, so you decided to switch tasks. Maybe now you would make some progress on your thesis.

And, so, the minutes ticked past as you sat alone in your bedroom, flipping through pages and googling random things like "refraction of printer paper." Ahsoka was studying for some exam she had tomorrow, and she said she'd be out late at the library, so you had room to spread out. You found yourself pouring cups of tea in the kitchen more often than was technically productive, and, more than a couple of times, you wanted to throw your prototype against a wall.

It was 11 when you caved and texted Anakin for help. It had been almost a week since you had this issue, and you were really getting to be behind, so this qualified as desperate. And if he was going to make fun of you, so be it. You cringed a bit when you saw that his contact name was still Asshole, a change made in anger in junior year when he called your group project idea the most boring thing he'd ever heard.

You: U up?

Asshole: bffr did you actually just send me a u up text Asshole: yes i am up

You: Can you come over? You: To help with an optics question

Asshole: yes Asshole: be there in 10

You: Thank you

Asshole: course

You changed his contact name back to Anakin. He deserved that much, at least. And, in the ten minutes before he came, you changed into some kind of lacy set of lingerie you'd bought the last time you went clubbing. Just in case. When you were with Anakin, there was always a chance things would go there, even if you called him over for a math issue. You threw your favorite comfortable pair of shorts back on, along with a loose Coruscant U shirt.

When he arrived, looking upsettingly hot in the bomber jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans he was wearing, you led him to your room, trying not to imagine the other reasons you might bring him there at night. Once he understood what your project was trying to do, his fingers scrolled the code you had written. He asked the right questions about various modules you'd used, then turned his attention to the hardware. He re-ran the tests, then grabbed your prototype and moved your detector around the room a bit.

Twenty minutes later, he had a diagnosis.

"I'm afraid the reason your machine doesn't work is that… you're stupid."

"What?" If you didn't need his help so badly, you would have smacked him.

"Yeah, look. First of all, you're getting a false negative from the fact that your code says to output a 'no glaucoma' response whenever it doesn't see glaucoma. So you could point it at the wall and it'd tell you that it doesn't have glaucoma, because, technically, it doesn't. And it's not reading either of these images accurately because, look, when you hold the paper like this," he lifted it up at a diagonal, "you can see that there's some reflection of light off the ink you used to print it. There isn't that in the training images you showed it, so it doesn't read it right. I bet if you did this whole thing on an actual eye with glaucoma, not a printed picture, you'd be fine," he said. "You've spent so much time hooking up the camera that you didn't spend enough time on making a good test, that's all. And, also, you need to make sure there's a way for the program to recognize whether something is an eye or not. That would also be helpful."

A certain calm took over him when he started explaining, like you saw in him when he was doing something particularly difficult. Those were the moments you found him most attractive, and, right now, the first time he was helping you for no other reason than that you asked, you thought this might be the most attractive you've seen him. His hands, gesturing. His eyes, sparkling. I want to kiss him. The thought propelled you to stand up, so that you were closer to his height.

"Thank you, Anakin. I mean it. As much as it hurts to admit… you're probably right," you said. After a beat, you continued, your voice lower than before. "And I'm really glad you came tonight." The confession slipped out of your lips like a secret, quick and quiet. Anakin's body was so close to you, you could have pressed yourself against him if you just leaned forward.

"You're welcome," he said in the same husky tone, his gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips. The air was charged with something, some kind of magnetic pull between the two of you. His softness toward you was new, exciting. Your hand reached out, brushing his wrist before finding his hand. When his eyes widened and he shuddered out a breath, it was like a jolt of lightning. He wanted you, badly. So badly even you could tell. The previous times you had done this, it'd been the heat of the moment driving you. Now, you weren't sure how to get from here to making him horny. This was soft, almost romantic, not angry and sexy and intense. What could you say?

"So, um. Wanna watch something?" Your suggestion was a little bit stupid, but Anakin's lips pressed together as he tried to subdue giggles. He failed, and started full-on cackling. You felt your whole face get warm from embarrassment. Well, damn. There goes that.

"Did you really actually for real just ask me to Netflix and chill with a straight face?" He was almost wiping away tears, apparently. Jesus Christ, you were just trying to break the ice. You smacked his upsettingly hard chest in annoyance.

"Stop laughing! Or else I'll--" you were trying to find some threat, something to say that would actually get him to shut up, when he jumped in.

"You'll what? What are you gonna do about it?" Something in his voice morphed, mocking, and though he was smiling, it reminded you more of the expression an animal makes before catching its prey. Self-satisfied. Smug. So, so fucking handsome.

You didn't need another second before you slammed into him, kissing him with a kind of fever you had only imagined. He'd been riling you up for days, weeks, months at this point, and you were finally going to get him inside you. Your hands found their way into his hair while he pulled you to him by your lower back. When you gently tugged, he let out a little noise deep in his throat and started nudging you toward the bed. The effect you had on him was overpowering, addicting. And, if you were being honest, he was riling you up just as much. His thumbs were playing with the skin that was directly under your tank top, sending little fires to your core.

You finally reached the bed, still kissing sloppily, and then he pushed you down onto it before connecting your lips again and climbing over you. Though he was hovering over you, supported by his arms, Anakin kept his hips just out of reach. You horribly, horribly wanted to feel that hardness pressing against you again. You trailed your hands down his chest, all the way until you reached the button of his jeans. You ghosted your hand over his length, trapped against him in his jeans, and he let out a hiss of air.

"Be patient," he said, going back down to kiss you. He notably didn't remove your hand, but you decided there was something else you'd like to explore first, anyway. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you moved your hand up his shirt, running your fingers everywhere they could reach. He was taut and warm, so smooth as you felt the divots of his stomach and the clenched muscles in his chest. You knew he was an athlete, but he was properly built in a lean and strong sort of way. You could have sworn you felt abs under your hand, which was only confirmed when he quickly pulled away from you, then shrugged off his shirt. Anakin could have been carved from marble. Even though you were drunk on him, a piece of you recognized the same otherworldly sense from that morning. Like a statue of Apollo had broken out of stone and stepped into your life, still above you and staring down with such intensity that it made you shiver.

His hands came up under your tank top, sliding up your stomach before they reached your bra. Tentative, warm fingers slipped under the wire and grazed the bottom of your breasts. A positively embarrassing moan slipped out of you. He chuckled against your neck and brought his hands further up until his fingertips traced your nipples. The moan that followed was even needier, and you didn't even care.

"Stop teasing me, Anakin, please take it off," you whined, pressing your chest up into his hands and lifting your arms above your head. He didn't need to be asked twice, and slipped one hand behind your back to unclip your bra--with some ease, which surprised you. Everyone you'd been with before had struggled at least a bit, but apparently Anakin was a natural. You briefly wondered how many other people he'd slept with, but you abandoned the thought when jealousy flared in you. Anakin then brought his hands back down to the hem of your tank top before pulling it off above you, then gently guiding the straps of your bra down, finally exposing you. His eyes over you, hungry, starving.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned before leaning down to your collarbone and trailing wet kisses down until he reached your nipple. His wet, warm tongue darted out to circle your sensitive skin. His right hand came up to play with the other, pinching and pulling and twisting until you were mewling. Then, he let his mouth trail even lower, kissing down until he was right above the drawstring of your shorts.

"Can I take these off, baby?" He was looking up at you with that smirk, the one that meant he knew you wouldn't say no. Of course you wouldn't. You nodded feverishly, and he undid your shorts and drew them down your legs. As he did so, the word stuck in your head. Baby. Did he mean that? Either way, you weren't going to question the way it slicked your pussy. Your shorts landed somewhere at the foot of the bed, but you didn't care. You were too busy watching Anakin take in the lacy underwear you had on.

"Damn. Do you have someone else coming over, or was this all for me?" His tone was light, but he was looking at your pussy like a man possessed. He was practically drooling.

"Shut up, Skywalker, and just take them off." He did so, happily, hooking his fingers under the waistband and drawing them down your legs until they were all the way off. If you thought he was staring before, he was practically glued to you now. One of his hands came up to rub your upper thigh before he drew it closer, inward. By the time he got close your pussy, you were thrusting up and trying to get him to touch you, rub you, finger you, whatever. As long as he put his hand on you, you'd stop feeling so sensitive and needy. But then his finger trailed up to your other knee, perfectly skipping your pussy. That motherfucker. You groaned, and you swore you could hear him chuckle. Asshole.

"Look how soaked you are. Is this all for me?" He was sin itself, a demon sent from hell to tempt you. Well, it was working. You nodded. There wasn't any shame or anger left, just a desperate need to be touched where you wanted it. Needed it.

He trailed one finger to your clit, then ran it down the rest of your slit, letting it linger right on the opening of your pussy. He tapped it once, twice, and it made a wet slapping sound that would have made you a little embarrassed had you been less turned on. But this was Anakin, and he was clearly enjoying this as much as you were, if the rock-hard outline in his jeans was any indication.

Anakin slid the finger inside you and groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him as he curled it upward. His thumb came to play with your clit, and you blurted out his name. His eyes shot to you as he took in a ragged breath. So he liked it when you said his name, got it.

And then he lowered his mouth onto your clit, and his name came out of you immediately. When his tongue started moving, fast and warm, rubbing little circles into your clit, you started chanting his name like a prayer. He added another finger inside you, stimulating you everywhere. Your hands tangled into his hair. This had to be the best head you'd ever gotten, you realized. The last person to go down on you was probably your boyfriend in junior year, and he was sloppy and got tired quickly. It almost felt like he couldn't wait for it to stop. Anakin, on the other hand, ate you like it was worship. You could tell he was reading you, then changing what he was doing when he saw a good reaction he wanted to repeat. If there was a movement you liked, he would find it and do it again and again until your legs shook.

Words spilled out of you. Telling him how good it felt, how much you wanted him. Things you would never say, only think, if he wasn't destroying you. You thanked your lucky stars Ahsoka was out, because not even three walls between you would be able to muffle your moans. You grabbed his hair particularly viciously as you were getting close, and he groaned against you before somehow getting even faster with his tongue, finally bringing you over the edge. Pleasure washed over you, and the world was still for a moment before the first wave of your orgasm hit. And, when it hit, you let out a moan so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear. You didn't even try to hide it from Anakin, who could definitely feel you twitching and clenching around his fingers.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby. You look so pretty when you cum," he said as he pulled away a bit, before pressing a kiss against your inner thigh while your legs shook around him. You caught your breath, but your pussy was still hungry. Demanding. Anakin got up from between your legs, still panting, his chin covered in a combination of spit and pussy juice. You took a mental snapshot for later reference. His eyes were so wild, and you knew you were about to get fucked like never before. Anakin was back over you, and you reached out your hand to the hard flesh that was practically bursting out of his jeans. As soon as you grazed it, he grunted, looking you straight in the eyes.

"You want it?" You nodded as fast as you can. Anakin smirked in that way that usually pissed you off, but now it just made you wetter. "Tell me how bad," he commanded. You didn't know where the words came from, but, once they started, they didn't stop.

"Fuck me, please Anakin. Please. I've waited so long and--I, Fuck. I need you inside me, more than anything in the whole fucking world, please," you begged. His jaw clenched as he smiled, obviously satisfied by your answer. He popped open the button of his jeans before undoing the fly and pulling both them and his boxers off in one go.

His cock almost made you drool, and you vowed to have it in your mouth next time. You'd had this one boyfriend, and you had sworn to all your friends that he was the biggest you'd ever had, seven inches. Anakin blew him out of the water. He was at least eight, if not more, and girthy enough that you wondered if you could even wrap your lips around him. The light skin of his shaft had purple and blue veins that snaked upward, and you longed to taste them. He was leaking a bead of precum, which he smeared across his head with his thumb.

Anakin turned around and pulled a condom out of his jeans. Had he planned this? Did he come here, knowing, hoping that you two would finally fuck? He obviously caught your weird look, and looked at you with knowing eyes.

"What, did you think I didn't know exactly why you wanted me here tonight?" Anakin chuckled, and you had the good decency to look a little bit embarrassed, but he rejoined you on the bed quickly enough that it didn't really matter.

"Damn, you look fucking amazing like this," he breathed, a little bit wonderous as he looked down at you, your legs spread for him. He situated himself between your legs, then wasted no time teasing you before he thrust into you with a loud moan. You let out a strangled sound, finally full to the brim with his cock, which was hitting parts of you that your fingers never could. And then he moved, and every nerve in your body was on fire. Your jaw opened, slack, as he pressed his forehead to yours and drilled into you. You were so wet from his spit that everything was sliding just right.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good. I'm not gonna last at this rate," he grunted out as he sped up.

"I don't care, Anakin, just fuck me," you moaned out. His hips slammed into yours, finally giving you what you'd been fantasizing about when you were alone. You relished the way his eyes squeezed shut, the hot breaths he huffed out, trying to stave off his release. He was fast and efficient, but listened to your reactions as he fucked you, adjusting angles until you were making the loudest noises you had that night. It felt like he was stretching you out, filling you up until there was no more air left in your body. Then, suddenly, he pulled out, leaving you empty and wanting.

"Ride me," he growled. You scrambled to sit up, and he sat himself up against your headboard so that you were in his lap. Using your tired thighs, you lifted yourself up just enough for him to slip back in, which he did with ease as you both let out moans. You started raising and lowering your hips on him, working your way slowly so that he was fully inside you. From this angle, he was even deeper, if that was possible. Anakin's hands came up to grab your ass, squeezing it and occasionally giving it a gentle smack. You sped up, and words started tumbling out of his lips.

"Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to do this at that stupid fucking party. You looked so fuckin' hot, I almost came when you sat on me," he confessed before letting out a particularly loud moan. You thought back to the way he was looking at you at the party, and it was the same glare he was casting you now. Like he'd give anything to be with you, like he was desperate for you. And he was. He kept repeating your name and how good he felt as you bounced on him.

"Shit, baby, I'm close," he gritted out. You could see it in the way his eyes squeezed, his brow furrowed, and his arms clenched around you. Your thighs burned, but you got faster. You were going to make him cum as hard as you possibly could. Soon enough, his breathing got faster, louder, letting moans fall from his lips freely. Then, he came so powerfully you swore you could feel it too. His hips twitched and jerked up into you as spurt after spurt shot out of him and into the condom. He threw his head back against your headboard, scrunching his eyes shut and moaning out your name. You could feel every twitch of his cock, every jump of his muscles under you. It was joy itself.

Once he finished cumming, you lifted yourself up and let his cock slide out of you. He was still panting, flushed and sweaty, but he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. Your head was resting against his chest, his left arm around you, as he pulled off the condom and tied it off, tossing it into your bedside trash. Both of you were a little bit more recovered, but your voice was still hoarse when you spoke.

"Fuck, that was amazing," you said. And it was. It really, truly was the best sex you had ever had. Anakin seemed equally as happy when he looked down at you with that soft, tender look in his eye.

"Really?" You gave him a little mhmm before he continued, "I feel bad I came so early. It's just, it's been a while for me." The confession came quickly. Like he almost wasn't sure whether to say it, but you were glad he did. You felt the same way.

"Me too, like six months. You?" The hand on his chest traced patterns across his stomach.

"Two years," he answered, like it was nothing.

"What?!" You expected him to say a month or two, maybe three at maximum. How could a guy who fucked that well stay celibate for that long? There was no way this was his first time back after so long. It was just impossible. He obviously saw the shock on your face, then elaborated.

"Yeah, since I broke up with my ex, I just… haven't found someone I wanted to do it with." Anakin was gazing at you with such affection that, for just a second, you thought it might be love.

"Until me." You didn't know where the words came from, but he didn't seem to mind. Part of you just wanted to hear him confirm it.

"Until you," he added as he gave your forehead a kiss. You lay there, your legs entwined and your hand rubbing patterns on his stomach while his pet your hair, in a happy, contented silence. The minutes passed, and his breathing slowed back to normal, but the look he was giving you didn't change. It was terrifying. You found yourself saying something to cut off the thought.

"Hey, you wanna know something funny?" You asked. Anakin, entangled in you, cast you a questioning look.

"What?"

"Check the pocket of my pants," you said. He pulled his arm out from under you, then got out of the bed and found your shorts behind your chair. From their right pocket, he pulled out a condom, and then burst out laughing. You joined him, and, in the moment, you felt like you were on the same team, the two of you against the world. The feeling only intensified when he kissed your forehead, still smiling.

"I'm gonna go get us something to clean up. Be back in a second," he said as he pulled on his boxers and pants again, before leaving the room to go find your bathroom.

He returned a few minutes later with a towel, soft and warm under his fingers. One of your washcloths, which he'd run under warm water to keep it comfortable. As he cleaned you up, then waited for you to use the bathroom, you wondered when he became so caring. So considerate and sweet. But maybe he had been that way the whole time, you thought as he put his arm around you in the bed. His skin against yours felt amazing, even better than it did during sex. For the first time, as you drifted off with your head against his chest, you wondered if being with him like this could happen more often. Maybe all the time. And then the words slipped from your mind, like footprints in sand on a beach, before you finally fell asleep.

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 9 months ago

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hello seth! i don’t think my tumblr works with anon so i’ll just send it like this! i’m a huge fan of your writing and i absolutely adore it. whenever i am in the need for a good story and writing inspiration i go to your blog. so i was hoping if you could write a sally face fic! i haven’t seen too many on here and willing to write for m reader or ftm.

i like the thought of being with sally and just having time with him, soft domestic type stuff. then he starts asking you how you really feel about his face and you smile and take off his mask with permission and kiss him saying he’s beautiful and to not worry. you kiss him and hold him. he then sits up but keeps your lips locked and you begin to explore each other sexually but in a such intimate way you both are crying almost. if you want could be m reader but i would love a ftm reader! can we also have reader be bottom but still be guiding sally and affirming him. i know this is a big ask and you’re always working so hard so please take liberty with this ask! take what you want from it and remove what you don’t like. i just love you’re writing. take your time as well! writing can be draining sometimes and you really need to find that inspiration so i want to make sure you feel no pressure!

have a good day/night/evening!!<3

❝ I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt) ❞

warnings: mentions of facial dysphoria, self-deprecating thoughts (Sal), unprotected sex, praise (a lot of it), minor hair pulling, creampies, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like cunt and boypussy are used)

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authors note: thank you so much for your kind words! hearing that you use my writing as writing inspiration made me feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside oh lord 😭 you're too kind! This request was the softest one I've ever worked on, thank you so much for gracing me with the opportunity to write this~

*song on repeat: Orion's Belt by Sabrina Claudio / Baby Girl by SMNM

"Cold, cold, cold," Sal lifts his head from the couch. The sight of you rushing down the wooden stairs in nothing but a towel makes him lift himself to sit. "Fuck! Sal, you should put carpet in here!" Grinning, he leans forward and folds himself in half to stare at you furiously lifting the towel up to wrap around your shoulders instead.

"You hate carpet. B'sides, it'll get that weird moldy smell in here. I told you to get those fuzzy slippers," Gizmo meows in agreement from his corner of the couch. "Traitor!" you exclaim and he simply meows once again, lifting a leg to lick his stomach and Sal reaches over to give his head a good scratch.

"See? Even Gizmo agrees."

"Gizmo has in-built fuzzy socks. He has no say in this," your huffing and puffing simply makes Sal roll his eye, lifting Gizmo up to place the large cat right on his stomach while he props his head onto the armrest of the couch. Gizmo stretches out onto his torso, unbothered by the change in position while he presses his nose into Sal's chest and twists until he's nearly full on his back; the action makes Sal secure the old cat on him. His olive-toned arm loosely wrapped across Gizmo's purring body.

You're still rambling but it's all background noise to Sal. The sight of your bare legs and backside calls for his attention and despite how guilty he feels, he can't help but drag his sight all the way up to your — now — bare shoulders. The towel is now limply draped over the towel rack, and your muscles and bones are moving seamlessly underneath the fabric of your skin.

Everything about you can make him feel like he's going to explode. In a good way, if you can believe it. He sure as hell didn't. Sal remembers the first time he saw you, thinking you looked cool and that it was nice your interests lined with his. Somehow you managed to become more than that.

More always scared Sal. It was greedy and selfish. He wasn't religious but there was a sense of anxiety that came from wanting and needing more than you were given. Some sort of divine guilt was planted within him through passing by churches and reading the signs of worship plastered on billboards. Needing more is frightening, especially from other people.

More time spent with you two. More hours of listening to you speaking. More days spent with you in his home, bare skin and bare soul all for him and only him.

It frightened him!

Because, as self-centered as it sounds, he'd have to give you more. Don't take this the wrong way, he wants to — God, he wants to — but...but...

What if you don't like all that he has?

The fabric of his skin is spoiled. Marred. One of his eyes is artificial, his jaw asymmetrical, bone blown to bits, nose cut off and skin grafts stitched together and spliced.

His heart hammers in his chest, and his breathing is shaky as he squeezes Gizmo. The patch-furred critter mews, twisting once again and crawling up. His weight on Sal's chest is comforting. The pressure across it squeezed down on him, reminding his body that it was real and he was safe.

"In conclusion, I propose we buy a heater! That way we can — "

You're dressed in Sal's pajama pants, hands in the middle of pulling down the oversized band shirt when you notice Sal squeezing his eyes shut.

"Sal? Baby? What's wrong?" You sit by his legs, placing a hand on his knee and pressing your hands on it to ease him back down. "You're okay, baby. You're okay." It's not often Sal gets like this. You've known him ever since he came to Nockfell County; you know he's the type of person to withdraw within himself when his anxieties get the best of him. He's certainly gotten better with time and as your friendship — and eventual relationship — got stronger, the both of you worked on ways to lean on each other when things get tough.

Sal inhales deeply, Gizmo raising with the motion, and exhales. You don't pry more, giving him room to find the words and tether back to you. Gizmo's purrs muffle the silence.

"Sorry, just, the sight of your ass gave me a heart attack, Jesus," the joke is met with a loose grin but Sal knows you better than that. Still. He's grateful you snort at his jesting. Gizmo stands — Sal grimaces as he puts all his weight on his sternum — then walks over to your lap instead. The sight makes him calm down.

The faded grey of the once-black band shirt and his pajama pants do too. It's silly but the sight of you in everything that's his comforts a part of him. You're here. You're in love with him. Your gaze holds nothing but patience and adoration and a tinge of worry.

But you're here, in his clothes, in his room, his cat in your lap, and your hands on his body.

"You feeling better, Sal?" He nods, pushing to sit. "Do you wanna talk about it, baby?" Gizmo gives your chin one more bump before he jumps on the floor and meanders his way to his food bowl. Taking the chance, you inch closer to Sal and he's grateful for it.

You're not scared of the cold prosthetic on his face. The iron bolts that secure the straps to his face and head, the glass eye that shines humourlessly in any situation.

"Do you ever want...more from this? From me?" That line of questioning made your brows furrow and mouth frown. "What do you mean?" You reach for him and Sal reciprocates by holding your hand in his lap.

"I was joking about seducing Mr Smith from the electronics store for a heater," he scoffs at your lame joke but continues. "I don't mean that, I'll get us a heater. Just..."

"You've never seen...all of me." His grip loosens but you don't let it. "So?" he looks at you, his face angled low and the shape of his prosthesis mimics his brow bone. Sal is pinching his face, confused at your indignant tone.

"So?" He whispers. You lift his hand up, inching in closer and placing his knuckles over your clavicle.

"So?"

"Doesn't it freak you out? We've been together for so long and you've never seen my face," he murmurs. Since you're so close, speaking above a whisper would ruin this moment. Sal's heart is racing again though this time the anxiety is laced with his love for yours. It's a confusing emotion but he relishes the way you press your forehead to his, nose bumping with the bump on his prosthesis.

"Do you want me to see your face?" He inhales sharply, glancing away.

"...I do. But..."

"Mm?" you spread his fingers out, guiding them to your neck and the calloused pads of Sal's fingers make gooseflesh spread. The hairs on the back of your neck standing in applause; because that's what he does to you.

He makes your pupils expand, makes your heart race, makes your brain produce dopamine; your body lights up like a goddamn firework when he so much as looks your way. You can be yourself with him without fear because you know you do the same to him.

"...I've only ever let you kiss me when it's dark. The first time we had sex, I couldn't even take off the mask...I just...I'm..."

Your frown deepens when Sal sighs, his shoulders dropping.

"Be honest. Does it bother you?"

He's glad you don't reply immediately. A part of him always worries your love for him overtakes everything else. That, if something ever happens between the two of you and it tears you apart, you'll feel regret once the love is gone. You brush his hair behind his ear, cupping his jaw as you shake your head.

"No. It doesn't. Because it's you, Sal. I love you. Even the parts you aren't ready for me to see." He exhales and his breath escapes through the slits of his mouth. You feel it on your thumb and it makes you grin.

There's a twitch in his eye and your grin falters for a moment before it reappears when he locks eyes with you.

"...Do you want me to see your face, baby?"

His jaw is set. His tongue is made of lead. So Sal simply closes his eyes and gives you a minuscule nod. If it weren't for your hand on his jaw, you probably would've mistaken it for a twitch.

"Can I take off your prosthetic?"

Another nod.

"Are you sure, baby? I won't do it if you're not — "

"I'm sure." He says in one breath. "I'm sure."

A moment of silence was shared and you leaned forward to press your lips in the molding of his. The cool material does not pulse or pump with life but it's your Sal's and you cherish it deeply; he exhales shakily and you grin as your fingers dance through the locks of blue to find the straps that hold the prosthetic in place.

It's secure, it's meant to be, and you can feel the wear and tear of the years in the material. The scratches and indents weaved into every fiber. You unbuckle the lower end first and Sal tightens his hold on you, so you pause and press another kiss to his porcelain cheek.

When he nods, you continue, cupping the mask in one hand to steady it while you undo the upper buckle.

Sal would be statue-like if it weren't for the nervous tremors in his fingers. The mask loosens and its weight drops into your hand. His breath does not come through the slits anymore and you can feel it breeze through the fine hairs on your fingers.

He says nothing and neither do you. Still, you place one more kiss on the forehead of his prosthetic and lower it from view.

Sal has his eyes cast away, but he faces you. There's a large scar across the right side of his mouth, splitting his lips and exposing his teeth. There's a dent on the right side of his lower jaw that leaves his bone structure slightly unbalanced, and the cartilage of his nose is completely missing. The skin has healed, stretching his eye and tugging on the rest. It's pinkish still, never quite settling into the rest of his olive-toned skin, and Sal understands why it's jarring.

It's like peeling back the layers of what makes humans...humans.

The skin. The sight of his face makes people unnerved. Teeth and gums and muscles and the lack of a nose. One side of his face was a plain canvas and the other was a goddamn Jackson Pollock painting of horror.

Your touch on his bare skin shocks him. The pads of your fingers drag across his cheekbones. "Does it hurt?" You ask with your eyes lidded.

"No, no, it...it doesn't." You smile and your thumb rests just under his eyes, sweeping fondly while your palm holds his face preciously within your hand. There's a flush to his skin — it's not unusual with how the prosthetic held over his face nearly 24/7.

There's a feeling of nakedness that comes without the even pressure across his visage but your hands are an amazing substitute.

"You don't have to be nice," he says. "It takes a lot to get used to — "

"I know I can't completely convince you to not think of yourself as 'something to get used to' but you're not. Not to me." Sal's eye water and he wills himself to finally look at you.

There's a pinch to your brows, it makes your eyebrows cast this shadow across your eyes and highlight the colours of your eyes. You're frowning at his self-deprecation, though beyond that he can see you mean well.

"I would gladly sit on your face, Sal."

He scoffs, groaning as he slips away from your hand to toss his head back and flop right onto the couch again. "You're fuckin' impossible, (Y/N)," he mumbled as his hands covered his face. You place the prosthetic down on the makeshift coffee table near the couch and chuckle as you swing one leg over his hips and rest your crotch over his.

"What? I'm being honest here!" Bracing your weight on your elbows, Sal finds the comfort of your body across his similar to Gizmo's. "You're fucking beautiful," he squirms at that and you huff, nuzzling your face into his neck while he peeks from over his fingers.

"You don't have to say that," you huff once again. "I'm not saying that because I have to, I'm saying it because I want to. You're fucking beautiful, me being your boyfriend is just a coincidence."

He feels you shifting and instinctively, his hands rest on your hips and there he is again. You know you shouldn't stare, so you don't, but the shy glances at his face are less than secretive. His eyes are blue, cobalt almost, and his eyebrows are a darker shade of his hair. The shape of his eyes is rounded, with a deep crease and heavy eyelids just like his father's. Lifting your head, you gaze down at him and your hands are once again gingerly ghosting on his skin. This time, they're tracing his collarbones, feeling up the protruding muscle of his neck and halting at his jaw.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" He has a quirk. A lip twitch that he does when he's excited; you've been dating him for years and you're still finding out new things about your boyfriend. It makes your heart race and it only triples in speed when he nods. Hovering, the peak of your lips ghost his. He had always envied how you kiss his prosthetic. It was an extension of himself but he hated how badly he wanted to feel you on him.

They press to his and Sal slips his eyes closed. It's nothing more than a peck. Innocent, chaste. But then he's tightening his grip and pulling you in; tilting his head like he's always seen other people do and you're grinning into it. He knows because he can feel it.

He can feel it.

How your lips spread, the hint of teeth that slide over his bottom ones, and the crinkling of your nose that's brushing over his cheek.

"You taste so good, pretty boy," your words make his ears red. "I'm sure anything is better than kissing porcelain," he replies with a breathless tone, leaning forward again as if unwilling to part from you even if just to talk.

"No, don't disrespect yourself like that. What did we say about making those jokes." "Hah, I'll stop when you do."

Giggling, you're leaning in again. Sal wonders if kissing you is the only reason he's not completely in tears. The first time he'd accidentally showed Larry his face, he'd cried because Larry didn't look away from him. You taste tears on your lips and Sal curses softly as he tucks himself under your jaw, groaning. You shush him comfortingly, threading your fingers through his hair as he takes a few deep inhales.

"I love you." Those words are followed by more tears and you squeeze him again. "I love you, Sal," he nods against your — his — shirt. He can feel the grin you have from the crown of his head.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

Because you did. Sal was the man you wanted to be with until the Earth decided to throw in the towel; it didn't matter how buried your love for each other would be, because when your bones are dug up, or his guitar, or the treasure trove of things you've called yours; in the future, when you whisper to those archeologists: "Do you know?" they'd nod and reply, "We know you loved him."

Sal has never felt love like this. One that felt overwhelming at first, the same way entering a body would be for the first time in your life, but once he embraced the feeling? It was so...fulfilling.

How lucky was he?

Sal pulls away to cup your face and he leans in. You meet him halfway.

The feeling of your breath, your heart thudding against his own chest, the pulse beating under his thumb as he holds your neck — Sal isn't sure if he'd ever get into heaven but he doubts it ever compares to you.

His jaw moves and your lips part as you press closer. Fuck, kissing him felt like drinking in sunlight. There's a freedom that follows it, leaves you floaty and blissful.

"I love you," he replies between the friction, teeth biting down on your lower lip if only to hear if you'd gasp. You do.

"I love you so fuckin' much, (Y/N)." There's a feverish desperation in his words. But it makes your heart swell. There's no doubt in his eye, nothing but the truth and the truth is he'd worship you.

You're kissing again. Eager to show him the explosions he sets off within you. Between desperate lip locking and messy tangles of tongues, his hands move down and up your — his —shirt.

Squeezing your sides as he drags his digits across your skin. It spreads fire across your planes, has your already uneven breath shuddering as he memorizes the shape of your body again.

There's a growing hardness between his legs. You can feel it — twitching below your crotch as he tilts his head and tastes the lust that perspires from your neck.

He's greedy with his mouth. How could he not be? Sal has been wanting to taste you the second he realised how badly he wished you were his.

"Fuck, Sal." You groan, chewing on your lower lip as he experiments with this unmarked territory. His tongue is warm, his teeth brushes over pumping arteries with an air of amusement; when he finds the sweet spot? The spot where your breath hitched as he kissed it?

Sal makes your blood vessels explode. It isn't enough that the hairs on your neck stand in attention because of him, or how your blood rushes to your head when he so much as looks your way. He's determined to show you he can worship you in more ways than one.

You're gripping onto his shirt and your hips grind down. The moan he lets out makes your cunt wetter than before.

"I need you," you tell him as he sinks his teeth in. Just to test it out, to see if you'd like it. You do. His back feels cold as you lift his shirt but he grips at your wrist, panting as he moves his head away so you can see him.

"Can I...Can I keep it on?" He already felt a touch too exposed. You nod, reassuring him with a chaste peck.

"I'm gonna take of my shirt. You've made me all warm," he smiles a bit too smugly. He's handsome that way. When he gets a bit cocky — it's a sure fire way to make your head dizzy with desire.

"My shirt," he mumbles.

But when your bare torso is revealed the sass is pushed away. Sal presses kisses on your chest, teasing your perk buds with his too-warm hands and relishing in the way you toss your head back when he takes one in his mouth.

"Sal, holy fuck." He kneads at your ass, making your hips move back and forth. Rocking your clothed cunt over his boner as he leaves hickeys and bitemarks.

Here is where I plant my love, he thinks as he feels your heart pound against your ribcage, here is proof that he's mine.

Your pants are pulled below your waist and Sal moves back, making you yelp at the loss of balance. One second you're over him and the next, you're both tumbling over the couch.

His hand cradles the back of your head, curling over you as much as he could when you crash. Thankfully, none of you knocked into the coffee table but the adrenaline of the short fall makes the both of you wide-eyed.

"Holy fuck!" You laugh breathlessly. He scans you for any injury but soon follows suit. "You okay?" His hair curtains your face from view as he descends to claim your lips again.

"I'm peachy, baby." Sal grunts as you tug at the waist band of his pants. "Don't stop..." and how could he say no to you when you look up at him like that?

Your hands invade underneath his shirt and Sal moans as you press your fingers lightly into his back, kneading at the tense muscles. "M'not gonna take it off. Just wanna feel you," you assure as you reach his shoulder blades. God, the feeling of your hands on his body made him feel so Holy.

Ironic in the grand scheme of things but it's not like Sal gave a damn.

It's your turn to mark him up. He often already is. But this time your lips latch onto the obvious places. Lifting yourself to sit, Sal is suddenly at your mercy as you lovingly bruise him up with your mouth.

Sal lifts himself off your crotch a bit, panting and moaning at your ministrations, and slips his hand down your pants. Your breath stutters as your boyfriend touches your core.

"Sal," you plead. "I know, baby. I know," Sal frowns when you whine. "What? What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"You're just..." You're breathing heavily as you stare up at him, nails lightly digging into his skin as your dick twitches against his palm.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Sal."

That catches him completely off-guard. He hates how tears immediately burn at his waterline but regret doesn't come when they travel down his cheek. You're kissing him and the self-depriciation doesn't once rise. That snivelling, hissing, voice of doubt remains mute as you hold him.

"So fucking pretty," he slips his finger in as if attempting to distract you with pleasure. It makes you keen but you continue to sing praises for him as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

It's hard to move when you curl your arms over his back, hands peeking from the stretched out collar of his shirt. Forehead once again pressed to his.

"I can't — "

"You're all mine. My pretty boy is all mine." Blood should not rush so quickly to one's head. His chest is dusted in red, his shoulders, his ear, the apples of his cheek —

"You feel so good, Sal."

You allow him to push you back, splaying out onto the floor with your eyes lidded in want as he looked at you.

"...Shit, you're making my brain go all stupid," he grumbles — it sounds more like a whine. You lift your hips as he tugs your pants down and off. Sal gets between your legs and for a moment you think he's about to just slide in — which causes you a bit of concern considering how much meat he's packing between his legs — but then he lays on his stomach and your cock peeks straight up.

"I've watched a few pornos," he says with a grimace, "but — "

"I can guide you, Sal." He's looking up at you with those doe eyes and you chuckle as you brush some of his hair back. "You made me cum from grinding on your goddamn leg before. You've got this, Sex Grandmaster Sal."

"Really don't think mentioning Larry's marijuana induced rambling is setting the mood, babe," your giggle smooths out the furrowed brows he had. "Sorry, sorry."

Your cunt is making his mouth water. Sal presses his thumb on your cock and the sigh you let out eases his worries. His tongue on your dick has you inhaling deeply, slowly, back arching off the floor as he looks up at you.

He's overzealous but fuck does it make you wetter than you've ever been. Licking and sucking on your cock while he teases the opening of your cunt with his fingers. The hints of teeth makes your hips twist but he holds your hips down with muffled groans.

"Fuck, yes. You're doing so good, Sal. S'fuckin' good — holy shit, babe," the way your voice gets all pitchy makes him grin. Your slick on his tongue is making him want more, so he spreads your lips apart and sinks his tongue inside, it makes your grip onto his head, and Sal moans into you at the pinpricks of pain that follow.

Fingers accompanies his tongue and you're clamping your thighs around his head. It forces Sal's face into your cunt and the whole thing has him chuckling against you.

Pinning your thighs apart, Sal licks and swipes at the slick around his mouth and chin, catching his breath as he curses.

"Fucking Christ, does it feel that good?" You whine in retaliation. "You're the one going down on me of course I'm going fuckin' crazy. You get all whiny when I go down on you too — "

He curls a finger inside of you and you cut yourself off with a particularly loud moan. The floorboards above you creak and like a deer lifting its head as a branch snaps in the distance, another follows as whoever was in the living room heard the echoing cries of pleasure.

Sal slips another finger in and you cover your mouth, glaring at his handsome face petulantly. It falters as he stretches you out, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm that he occasionally breaks to curl his fingers up.

You're groaning and curling your toes, eyelids fluttering and squeezing shut as he jerks you off with his other hand. Loosening his jaw, Sal uses his spit to lube you up further. He had a thing for sloppy sex. You once joked he enjoyed the slick-and-slide of it all and he didn't deny it then and probably won't ever.

"Nuh - no, don't wanna cum yet, I wanna cum with you, baby," he slows his rhythm, staring at you as you lift yourself onto your hands and taste yourself on his lips.

"Want you inside me. Please, Sal, I'm beggin'"

"You don't have to. I've got you." He nods when you hold onto the waist of his pants. Pulling it down to his knees and let his cock spring out into the air. Fuck, it's a pretty dick.

It's fat and heavy. Thicker than longer, the girth always makes your toes curl. It's a darker colour compared to the rest of his skin tone, the mushroom tip a warmer shade that burns when you tease him too much. You motion for the couch and he leans against it, whispering your name as you hover over his cock.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he says as you pump his dick with your fist while you line it up to your cunt. "You're pretty fucking hot yourself, big dick," he struggles not to laugh in your face, shaking his head in 'disapproval' that's short-lived.

You sink down on the tip of his cock and Sal moans out your name, squeezing your hips. You shiver for a moment, willing your insides not to clench so excitedly when you've still got some ways to go.

"Shit, (Y/N). You're so fuckin' tight." You could not agree more. The more you go down on him, the more you're tempted to just squeeze him like a vice. Sal brings your face down to kiss him, very quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of it. It's no wonder teenagers made out in the hallways all the damn time.

Gravity helps you the rest of the way. When he's all the way inside of you, you part your lips, the way your eyebrows slope being felt on Sal's forehead as you clench around him.

"Fuuuuck, Sal" you're whimpering his name, arms wrapped around his neck as you look at him. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby."

He swallows thickly, reaching to push your hair away from your face as he gazes up.

"I love you, so fuckin' much. I love you, Sal," you're determined to make him turn into nothing but mush. He's certain of it. His insides felt like a field of flowers, all blooming at once, even if it didn't sense at all. There's an airy moan that escapes him as you squeeze your inner thighs, your hips move forward and Sal grips you like he's afraid you're just a figment of his imagination.

"I know, baby," he whispers back. "I love you, more than you can imagine."

A dopey grin appears on your face. "You think you can show me how much you love me, handsome?" He smiles and your heart feels like it's going to stop.

"I can do more than show you, pretty boy."

He turns you over on your side, not once pulling out. You hastily grab some couch pillows for the both of you before your descent onto the floor. It's cold but that's all the more reason to hold onto each other.

Once your head is on a pillow and you're on your back again, he drapes over you.

Another kiss. Another mischievous nibble. A sly dance of tongues.

Sal is pulling out, the drag of his dick makes you whimper, and thrusts back home. The action has your nails leaving welts on his back but it just reinvigorates him.

He's splitting you open and filling you up. Every thrust makes you see stars. You're unwilling to let him go if the legs wrapped around his waist are saying anything.

But Sal is growing flustered the more praises you tell him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck this pussy, this pussy's just for you."

"Fuck, you look so good, baby. On top of me, fucking me, shit — !"

"Oh, God, your cock is — yeah, right there! — you're in so deep, Sal -Ah!"

You're so fucking filthy.

He wants to hide his face in your neck but he doesn't wanna take his eyes off you. Eyes trailing where his lips and teeth had been, eyeing the sheen of sweat on you and your messed up hair.

The shower you just took had been in vain, huh?

"Fuh - fuck, I'm close," he warns, bracing himself on his elbows as he hovers above you.

"Yeah? Me — mff! — too. Cum inside, baby. Need to feel you — fuuuuck — dripping outta' me," he chuckles breathlessly at your words.

His hips are stuttering and he can see the way your brows are furrowing, angelic moan after angelic moan being knocked out of you. He gives your cock a rub and the way your back arches off the floor makes him hold his own orgasm back just so he can see you like this as clearly as he can take it in.

"Sal, oh fuck, baby!"

"I've got you, (Y/N)."

He chokes out a groan as he feels you clamping down on him, your cunt gripping onto him like it never wants him to let go. You gasp as he snatches your breath, messily making out with him as the aftershocks of your orgasm are barrelled through thanks to Sal's deep thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit," you smile as he begins to lose his rhythm. Ignoring how sensitive your boypussy feels as he chases his end. "C'mon, baby, fill me up. Yeah, that's it."

He cums with one final thrust. The warmth of it floods your insides, earning pleasant shivers from you as you moan out his name. He's riding his orgasm out, pushing in and out of you shallowly as he catches his breath above you.

"Jesus, fuck..." You giggle at his words, chest rising and falling in rapid motions as your heart tries to calm down.

"That was, Christ, that was — " "Fucking amazing?"

He nods, falling on top of you as carefully as he can. You embrace him, humming as he kisses your neck while you rub his back. The both of you catch your breath, satisfied expressions etched on your faces.

When Sal moves, your eyes are already closed. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss, ignoring the way he stares at his own jizz dripping out of your cunt in favor of gazing at his face.

"We gotta take a shower all over again," he says, helping you sit up and accepting the hug you give him when you're righted.

"...Wanna do it all over again in the shower?" Your question earns a throaty chuckle. "Thought it was implied in my statement."

Another beat of comfortable silence is shared. Sal sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"I've got you, Sal."

#s3thwrit3sstuff #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader #ftm reader #trans reader #sally face x reader #sally face x male reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x male reader

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hisui-dreamer · 2 years ago

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ensnared by the stars

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: You waltzed right into his trap, but maybe you had done so willingly.

Tags: masquerade ball, dancing, sexual tension, pining, jade is slightly yandere, im thirsty for jade but what else is new, bot proofread

Word count: 1.3k+

Notes: my brain didn't plan out the schematics of an all boys school having a masquerade ball, so let's just retcon it and NRC is now a mixed school :)

fun fact this fic is largely based on irl events lol

also if anyone would like music to listen to for this fic, i recommend cantarella for the darker vibe or mr. turner's waltz for the dancing vibe :)

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Jade leaned against the wall, surveying the sea of masked guests as he searched for you. The grand event had only just begun, and the anticipation was palpable as everyone eagerly awaited the start of the masquerade.

But what a joke it was. Crowley had the genius idea of holding an inter-school masquerade with RSA, all as an attempt to improve NRC's reputation. And the shrewd businessman that Azul was, he had been eager to take the opportunity and drain the wallets of attendees, selling masks, setting up photo booths with steep prices, and of course, the catering was all supplied by the Mostro Lounge.

But for Jade, the lure of the masquerade was not the promise of profit, but the chance to win your heart. For him, it was a battle, and one he was not willing to lose. The thought of another man winning your affections was unbearable to him, and with each move he made, he staked his claim on you, marking you as his own. And he knew that he was close to victory, that he would soon claim the ultimate prize of your love.

He couldn't help but wonder what you would look like in full regalia. It was a rare occasion for you to don your finest attire, and he was eager to see you adorned in all your splendour, He imagined how different it would be from the casual wear you often purchased from Sam's massive sales, and the ill-fitting uniform you wore almost daily. Would your mask be as intricate and dazzling as the constellations above us? Or perhaps simple yet elegant, highlighting the natural beauty of your face?

Perhaps, no matter what you looked like, the stars would no doubt pale in comparison to the sparkle in your eyes, shimmering with a radiance that was uniquely yours.

Diamond’s voice resounded through the venue as he called out for the partners to take the floor for the first dance, breaking him out of his train of thoughts. The air was charged with anticipation, a feverish energy that pulsed through the area. Jade’s heart beat rapidly in his chest as he looked around the dimly lit space, searching for you amidst the sea of sparkling attire. His eyes flickered back and forth, taking in the rich fabrics and glittering jewels that adorned the guests. Despite the dim light that obscured the features of the guests, Jade's sharp gaze could pick out even the slightest details, giving him a distinct advantage over the others who struggled to find their partners.

His focus landed on a figure dressed in navy and silver, the colours reflecting the grandeur of the room. A matching mask adorned the figure's face, hiding their identity as they turned their head this way and that, searching the room for their partner.

You were his dearest partner for the night, and if Jade played his cards correctly, for a lifetime.

A smile curved Jade's lips as he watched your frenzied search for him. Even in the elegant mask, he could recognize the sparkling eyes that he loved so much, now even more striking under the soft glow of the string lights. You were a vision of elegance and beauty, captivating his heart with every turn and gesture.

He glided through the swarms of people with careful, calculated steps, his hawk-like gaze fixed unwaveringly upon the object of his desire, unyielding in its focus. He was determined to ensure that no other could snatch you away before he had the opportunity to claim you.

As he came to a stop directly behind you, his brows furrowed as he marvelled at your beauty, taking in every detail of your form. Despite his close proximity, you remained oblivious to his presence, lost in your own world as you tried to find him in the dark. With a wry shake of his head, he raised a hand to your ears.

Snap!

With the clear sound of his fingers snapping, you spun around, your eyes widening in surprise before settling into a look of recognition. A demure smile graced your lips as you whispered his name. He returned your smile with one of his own, a genuine, loving smile so unlike his usual ones.

Bowing slightly, he extended his hand with grace and poise, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours in a captivating gaze. "May I have this dance, my pearl?" he asked softly, his voice laced with a hint of longing that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I would be honoured," you replied before curtseying, feeling the warmth of his hand enveloping yours through the soft fabric of your gloves.

As the music began to play, the two of you moved towards each other on the dance floor, your bodies already attuned to each other's rhythm like a well-choreographed dance. His movements were like fluid silk, each step a masterful seduction that left you breathless and wanting more. His every dip and turn was a subtle invitation, a wordless promise of the passion and desire that lay ahead. The air between you seemed to vibrate with a palpable tension, as if the mere brush of your fingertips was enough to ignite a blazing inferno.

Your bodies brushed against each other in a teasing game of proximity as you locked your eyes onto his. The music swelled and he drew you closer, his movements growing more fervent and intense. Lost in the moment, you felt your bodies and souls intertwine in a fiery embrace. It was as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in a dance that was as eternal as the stars themselves.

As you spun around, you couldn't help but ask, "How did you find me?" The words danced between you like a secret whispered on the breeze, as you swayed to the music, the rhythm of your hearts beating in perfect harmony.

A mischievous grin played on his lips as he twirled you around like a puppet on a string, his eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky. "Oya? A gentleman never reveals his secrets," he replied playfully, his hand holding you close to his chest as the music slowed down to a gentle sway.

You could feel his heart beating against your own, as you looked up at him, taking in the warmth of his gaze. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling your ear, before whispering in your ear, "But I will say this—no matter where you are, I will always find you." His words came out with a fervent passion that surprised even him, his heart overflowing with love. The soft glow of the moon illuminated his golden eye that so many feared looking into, highlighting the intensity of his gaze.

You were ensnared in a web of enchantment, caught in the grasp of Jade's mesmerizing gaze. "Jade," you whispered, your voice full of emotion. A smile that you couldn't suppress formed on your lips, revealing the depth of love and admiration you felt for him.

You knew that you were under the spell of this cunning and intelligent man, and yet you were powerless to resist his magnetic pull like a moth drawn to a flame. You surrendered yourself to his embrace, your heart beating rapidly as your lips met his in a tender and passionate kiss. His hold on you tightened, and you felt the heat of his breath against your lips as he revelled in the victory of finally having you.

Despite the uncertainty of the future, you were willing to take the risk, like a sailor setting out on a stormy sea, to be swept away by his charm, to succumb to his every whim and desire, and to bask in the glow of his mesmerizing stare.

Perhaps you didn’t have a choice at all, after all, he would follow you to the ends of the earth. All to be by your side.

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#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jade #twisted wonderland jade leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader

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strom-in-the-sky · 1 year ago

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Dazai Husband!?!

Fluff, crack, suggestive/smut, dazai being dazai might be occ

Got these promots from my bot, but I just want to special rant about how I feel they would be as a husband. There is no mention of a strict gender but pregnancy is mentioned.

Dazai is a fun-loving husband. Goofy if anything.

You dated him and supirseingly kept long enough around him to make him want to tie the knot.

Probably calls you belladonna, darling, love, my wifey/hubby.

He goofs around a lot, making to make you laugh. God, he loves making you happy.

He loves your affection and, at any given point, needs to have to be touching you. Literally lives off of your body and affection.

Would let you change his bandages. This is a high step in life that he trusts you with the skin he hides. If you litter it with kisses, he just may cry or just look at you in almost devotion.

Never takes off the wedding ring. It's his second comfort to him if you are not around and in his hold. Bro, dead ass keep ranting to the Agency till the point Kunikida knocks him in the back of the head to shut the hell up.

This man isn't so sure about kids but is willing to make you happy. Would he even be a good father? He is not sure it is mixed.

I mean, he is practically acting like a kid, so he would say that. "I'm your baby."

But it doesn't stop him from thinking of seeing you with his own children. He grows nervous if you ever ask him for a child. He thinks he is not good enough to be a dad.

But the thought to get you pregnant with his child or see you full of his release drives this man feral.

He also will get jealous but plays it off. oh, like. That's my ass. Seriously, he would slap your ass in public. Ha have no fucking shame. I say this alot Don't test this man. He would just randomly squeeze your ass or chest.

Like ever see that tiktok of two people standing together and the one lower hos hand to the person ass only to get the placement fix. Yea, that's him.

Also is a thight man. He would sleep, leave love bites, or ask to squeeze his head. Don't get this man started. Full-on loves you no matter what, no matter what body shape. He married you for your personality.

He is also very bold when talking. He was never afraid to speak. Would speak his mind so this would lead to interesting things....

This man also loves to give you love bites. Your cooking boom love bite on the back of your neck. Sleeping, and he has his head on your shoulder boom love bite. No merry from this man. He likes to leave it in spots where it's clearly visible as well.

Don't even mention insincerity to him because he would softly make love to you all night till you admit they are beautiful/handsome. He loves you a lot and wants them to see how they see them. The most precious thing on this earth to him.

He is a fun husband and is willing to do anything to see his beloved you happy.

You two share a small apartment that the Agency gave you two. Not a lot, but it still brings a sense of home to dazai. He probably got his back if his head slap for the mess, but it was home where you are.

Dead ass shares a futon. Bro can't afford a lot then, well now he is saving up a ot since he is no longer trying to k-s or drowning in that God forsaking river.

Resson to live to tbh. You're his full-on resson not to go yet. [If I dare see chapter 109, I will Wright angst don't test my ass.]

Deadass can't cook, can heat up food but cook hit somehow burn it. If you can, he literally dies for your cooking. Yeah, the first thing to get to a man's heart is his stomach. You made butterflies in it and now warthm from your cooking.

Lovemaking comes down to how he is feeling. He likes to be top, he wants to give you as much pleasure as you wish for. Sometimes letting you top if wanted. But this man is so weird and really badly honry.

Only for the fact that he has someone he can trust. Let dow. The wall he holds so high to his mysterious personality.

I can see it going two ways. Pure blissful moments with you as he makes love. Praising and keeping you even so softly. Other love in a roughly matter. Holding your neck, calling his pretty little sl-t, wh--e, etc. Like there is no tomorrow. Probably still you can't even baffle other words right.

He has no shame like I did before, so make just maybe if he feels like pulling a risk, he does yo uin the Agency. I believe he likes to do it at home, so when he does, he can give you the most loving aftercare.

Baths together are caling and nice, peaceful moments when he not being a chaotic shit in society.

Doesn't know why you love him so much. Sometimes, he thinks back to his old days. Yes, the past is in the past, but worry holds his heart. What if mo-i uses you against him? What if he loses you one day?

Bonus points if you came from him from the Mafia, when he was 18. Or in the mafia.

He probably squeezes you tightly in the night. Like very tight. He doesn't sleep some nights but when he does it feels more peaceful...less nightmares seem to haunt him when your In his arms.

Matching items! Yutaka, phones just name it. He's corny, alright sue his ass if you dare.

Spell check? - uh huh

#strom story's #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd #bsd x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd smut #bungo stay dogs

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 10 months ago

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✦ | MASTERLIST

ao3 | WIPS | Drabbles

ACITHYCS ── JOHNWICKXF!READER #oneshot #running away from darkdarkdark!!johnwick & he finds you #tw: nsfw, noncon, dead dove, abuse, violence, power dynamics except the reader doesn’t have any power, smacking, spanking, choking, rough, awful shit

Beneath Miles of Stone ── WICKXPLUSSIZEF!READER #ongoingwip #multichap #john is in prison to keep peace between himself, each continental owner, and the high table. he meets and falls in love with a nurse and decides he's not that interested in peace anymore #tw: violence, murder, no use of y/n, mention of suicide, emotional manipulation, angst, violence against women, trauma, heavy drinking, dubious consent, mutual pining, blood and gore, bodily fluids, gallows humor, fluff, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, self-esteem issues, size kink, thigh riding, poor attempt at different languages, organized crime, child abuse, fat shaming, near death experiences, facefucking, kidnapping

Love Hurts ── WICKXPLUSSIZEF!READER #oneshot #implied unreciprocated love between reader and jw #tw: dubcon, choking, angst, dom/sub undertones, author attempt at russian language

Johnny Utah ── XPLUSSIZEF!READER | one. two. #imagine #multichap #ongoing? #based on @tedsbogusworld's ai bot #you are bhodi's little sister, and utah develops a crush on you #tw: bullying, johnny being a little shit, fiesty, mean reader, self-esteem issues, trauma, drinking

Flying/DTB ── TOMMYWARNECKIXPLUSSIZEF!READER | one. two. #twoshot #requested by @gea-chan96 #tw: bullying, fat shaming, fighting & violence, blood, underage smoking

Excessive Force ── TOMLUDLOW&JULIANMERCERXF!READER #ongoing #multichap #collabfic w/ the lovely, amazing, wonderful, talented @johnwickb1tsch #summaryby @johnwickb1tsch: after you treat him in the ER, officer tom ludlow asks you out. you turn him down, thinking you know his type, but he’s not willing to take no for an answer. in fact, you find out he’s more than willing to abuse his authority in his pursuit of you. maybe ludlow seems like an asshole, but when you are drawn into a dangerous conspiracy that could go all the way to the top of the lapd, he might be the only thing that stands between you and a shallow grave #tw: abuse of authority, violence, bdsm and various subsets, dom/sub undertones, dubcon and noncon, drinking, blood & blooddrinking, corrupt cops and doctors, medical stuff, trauma, ptsd, child abuse

Devil’s Triangle ── CONSTANTINEWICKTEXUTAH&MOREXF!READER #ongoing #multichap #collabfic w/ the beautiful, fierce @tammykelly. the amazing, witty @johnwickb1tsch. & the sweet, genius @sweetwolfcupcake #reader witnesses a hit that puts a target on her back, and, instead of killing her, wick & tex decide to keep her. toxicity ensues, and the boys eventually let reader go live her own life. she meets the magical, alluring john constantine and realizes there is a deeper meaning to her existence, and it involves being a magnet for dangerous, similar looking men #tw: see individual chapters for tw's; this one has lots!! of them

Fuck, Kill, Marry ── WICKXF!READER #john wick nsfw alphabet #tw: extremely explicit, rough sex, kink discussions

Baba Jaga’s Books ── WICKXPLUSSIZEF!READER #multichapwip #tw: oversized anatomy, dreams, dubcon but reader 100% is into it, creepy old buildings and cobwebs and dolls, implied female plus size reader, heavy blood, gore and horror, NSFW

#semi hiatus #Masterlist

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sweet7simple · 4 months ago

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... can we get a happy follow-up to the dratchrod prompt where rodimus is trying to be what drift and ratchet want?

The thing is , Ratchet and Drift aren't stupid. Ratchet knows how to read a bot and Drift knows how to read auras.

(Ratchet points threateningly at Drift. "Slag. I'm calling slag."

"I can see auras," Drift insists.

"No, you can pick up emotional frequencies from whatever bot you're facing."

"Yes, that is what I said," Drift says with a serene smile. He ducks when Ratchet shakes his servo at him.)

But they also know Rodimus. They can't just go up to him and say, "Hey, you're hurting and we don't want you to hurt," because that isn't going to solve anything. It will be true, but Rodimus won't believe it. If they say, "We're here for you and we want you to be happy with us," then Rodimus will just smile and nod and say, "I know." He will be lying. He's just willing to be their pity lay if it means he gets to stay. He'll leave eventually, somehow disappearing on this ship of 200 sparks. When he deigns to be near them again, he'll treat them like distant friends. Maybe even close friends - but not lovers, not ever again.

Ratchet and Drift aren't taking those chances, so they're going to just keep sneakily chipping away at Rodimus's fears until the cycle comes where Rodimus stays with them.

It's hard work, but they're used to it and Rodimus is worth it.

They make mistakes. They're not perfect and neither is Rodimus. Sometimes Ratchet loses his temper and sometimes it's Drift and sometimes Rodimus pretends he doesn't care about why their mad right before he wanders off and no one sees him for a long time. They know Rodimus gets scared about making them mad. They're working on it.

Ratchet hates it, but he even tried out meditation. Whatever helps, right? Whatever makes Rodimus stops acting like every argument will be their last.

And Rodimus might give the best gifts and go out of his way for acts of service and quality time, but Ratchet and Drift aren't being lazy about it either!

It takes a lot of concentration to figure out what Rodimus actually loves when it comes to interfacing (wireplay, spark merging, sexual, just making out sloppy-style in a utility closet while they're on-shift, you name it) because he genuinely appears to enjoy everything they do as long as they're together. Rodimus gets uneasy when they praise him for how good he is while they're in the berth, so they steer away from that and talk about how beautiful he is (which is true and also makes Rodimus preen) and how much they want him (that gets some honest, desperate keens from their co-captain). Rodimus actually enjoys just laying there and making them do all the work, which they find wildly endearing. It just takes awhile to get Rodimus to that point since he's of the erroneous belief that he has to work hard for their affection.

He doesn't. They already love him. Despite their shared past - because of their shared past - because of Overlord and Pharma and the DJD and everything before and after - they already know who they are dealing with and they want him just as he is, just as the mech he has grown into before he started acting like venting too hard in their direction might chase them off.

They love him and he's worth it and they are oh-so slowly getting through to him.

They invite him over to their hab suite as often as possible. Sometimes, they break into his hab suite (having a medical emergency override door code can be good for a lot of things) and crawl into his berth - whether he's already there or they're waiting for him to arrive. Rodimus always gets this astounded, vulnerable look on his face when he realizes that they're willing to come to him instead of always making him come to them.

They make sure to sneak into his hab suite more often, hoarding soft tarps and thick gel cushions.

They make sure every off-shift together doesn't always include interfacing because they don't want Rodimus to believe that's all they want him for. They cuddle too, which makes Rodimus go molten and fuzzy in sweet way.

Drift shows an interest in Rodimus's art and goes racing with him down on the tracks because he wants Rodimus to know that his hobbies are important. Ratchet won't race with them, but he'll officiate when he can and he'll lie about who wins the race just to grin at them while they bicker over who's really first place.

Ratchet trades assignments, patients, and non-essential equipment with the other medics and Perceptor (surprisingly not Brainstorm, but unsurprisingly because Perceptor stocks up for Brainstorm) for sweets because Rodimus goes feral over mercury melts and oil sticks and bolt candies.

Drift is taking the crystals Rodimus finds the prettiest from his collection and braiding them into a chainlink jewelry drape meant to hang from Rodimus's spoiler.

Ratchet is proving he trusts Rodimus by talking about his chronic pain and joint locks with him, even the parts he doesn't like to talk about (and he doesn't really like to talk about any of it).

"An old mech like me was lucky enough to catch the optic of one smoking hot speedster," he admits with notes of humor, pride, and some small amount of surprise at his own luck. "Now I have you and Drift. It's a good time to be alive."

He makes sure to repeat this many times in some form or another - just how incredible it is that he gets to have Rodimus and Drift. How they're so beautiful and fit and he's falling to pieces. How he doesn't know why they keep him around, but he won't complain about their taste in old, decrepit mecha.

"Ratchet, I don't know how to tell you this, but you're literally so sexy that I get revved up just thinking about sitting on your thigh. You're built fragging thick. Thicker than the wheels on a monster truck, okay? And, besides. You're not as replaceable as you make yourself sound. You're so important to me. To us. I need you to see that."

Ratchet smiles because that's pretty much what he and Drift are trying to teach him. "Huh, I guess you're right," he says. "The three of us are our best when we're together." Rodimus sputters because he somehow feels targeted and he's not sure why. "So we're just going to have to stick together in this dimension and every other dimension we wander through. Thanks for listening to me, kid. I feel better."

"Um, you're welcome?"

It's a work in progress, but there is progress. Rodimus still sometimes chooses to stay in his own hab suite without them during their off-shift and sometimes he stares at them like they're about to flip him off and walk away, but he's slowly reverting back to the mech they fell in love with. He's letting himself make mistakes and own them instead of acting like he's about to get broken up with. He's getting pushy in the berth (which is actually adorable and very arousing) and whining at them to wash and polish his spoiler in the wash racks and he's with them more off-shifts than not.

There's this one time when they're about to slip into recharge and Rodimus says quietly, so quietly like he hopes they won't hear him, "I want to stay."

Ratchet pulls Rodimus closer and Drift nuzzles under his spoiler from behind.

"That's what we've been trying to tell you, kid," Ratchet murmurs. "You don't have to go. We're not going anywhere either. We're all staying."

"All of us," Drift adds, squeezing Rodimus's waist. "That includes you. Be home with us, Roddy. Just be home with us."

It isn't easy, but they're making progress.

At some point in the future, Rodimus will believe them. He believes them both a little bit more each cycle.

#transformers #mtmte #dratchrod #anon ask

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piebymesstuff2 · 1 year ago

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Hi! If it's okay to ask/request, could you do hcs of TFP Decepticons and Autobots with S/O?

S/O, who's a cybertronian and had been raised on earth and adopted by a human family/community, since they were a sparkling/baby, and also being a celebrity (like actor, model, idol, performer, YouTuber, or others, you choose)…

S/O is aware of being different from her human family and an alien, but unaware there's a conflict, bots vs cons war, until S/O meets them, the Decepticons/Autobots.

What would be the cons/bots reactions/interactions to S/O ?

Decepticons

Megatron

He first found out about you when Soundwave was searching the web for some information.

He found you on a platform called YouTube. At first, he didn't care but was surprised to see you here, especially without a faction, but he figured he could get to you before the Autobots

So down he went to retrieve you, only to see you mingle with ugh humans. He’s not happy.

When you two talked, he asked you to join him, of course, leaving out the part where they were the bad guys. You wouldn't be too happy to find they were willing to destroy humans and plan to take over Earth.

So he bent the truth and told you about the Autobots coming to take over the world and other shenanigans.

You of course believed him and joined the Decepticons

Megatron felt you were useless; you didn't know how to fight; you didn't even have an alt mode. What have you been doing this whole time? How have you survived?

But after much training, your results pleased him, and he grew such interest in and thus began your relationship a secret to the Autobots but not on the ship

You would try to convince him to join your videos not successful.

Doesn't like the fact that you make videos he feels like the Autobots would find them out

His favorite thing about you is your puns surprisingly. He saw one of your videos of you making a bunch of jokes his favorite

He won’t admit it, but he's dreading the day when you find out he’s lied. Would you still stay? Probably not, but if you do leave, he will probably just take you back against your will.

Starscream

HE despises you when he was sent to retrieve you for whatever reason Megatron didn't tell him

You were useless and disgusting for mangling with the low lives, but when he found your famous his thoughts changed

He figured you could help him get the fame he needs to announce to every human that he is now their new king, but of course, you refused.

But he had a plan. He gets the trust of you and your mangy humans, by joining in your videos, he won't admit it, but he enjoys them.

Even when he took you aboard the ship he still did videos with you thus began his feelings for you

He tried to impress you by making his having his own famous YouTube channel it's a flop but oh well he has other talents

He figured he could do one of those couple channels, and of course, he would ask you out, so he did it in a totally non-insulting way, but you accepted.

You began the couple channel, and it was chaotic and fun, and lots of people liked it. Starscream had a little recognition, but people still don't like him.

He also likes that you are interested in him and gets jealous when other people try to get with you, but he won't admit it.

Knockout

Knockout has been following you for a long time. You were a model, mostly for cars. He absolutely loved your shiny coat, and when you put out a tutorial video, he’s been using it since.

So when you were aboard the ship, he was freaking out, though no one knew why, and was even more ecstatic when they assigned you to him.

He didn't show you how nervous he was

Then you asked him to be in one of your videos. He was so happy after getting too close to each other in a beauty video that he realized he had feelings for you, as did you. The feelings came out when fans started shipping you two together.

Megatron doesn't like the action you two get; it feels like it would draw the enemy to them, and Starscream is as jealous as ever.

You two have been the best cosmetic power couple and even got some trophies for the hottest couple ever.

Shockwave

The first time he’s ever heard you was when you came on a radio you had in the lab. You had such a soft and angelic voice.

Hides the radio away so Knockout and Starscream don't tease him for it

Wasn’t surprised to find out your cybertronian he doesn't believe a human could have such a beautiful voice like that.

And when you joined the Deceptions, he volunteered for you to be his assistant. He doesn't make you do anything besides sing.

Is now in a secret relationship, you know, besides Soundwave and maybe Megatron?

He decided to be in a relationship with you so you don't leave him to go sing to someone else. He can have you in his berth and sing to him.

Honestly, he doesn't think you're useful; you can't fight; you've been raised by humans for Primus sake, and your mind has been tainted by such useless human information.

He is determined to cleanse your mind

Soundwave

He first saw you in a movie and thought it was weird that you would rather spend time with humans than your own.

Told Megatron about you and that's how it got on the ship

Has watched every movie you’ve been in and recorded his favorite lines from you

Went and got an autograph from you Starscream doesn't understand why you're so special

One day, he overheard you talking to Knockout about your feelings for him, and that's how you two got together.

He found out you could sing and record your voice when you do.

When you propose a movie night to him he always makes you two watch one of your movies or shows

He would play some of your insults and direct them to Starscream what fun

Autobots

Optimus Prime

Saw you on a Magazine the kids brought one day at first he thought it was Photoshop but it was the real deal

He decided it was better for you to join them so Megatron doesn't get to you

Totally not, because he thought you were pretty and totally didn't take every magazine that had your face on it.

When he gets feelings for you he won't tell you you have to be the one to tell him, Prime won't risk you getting hurt

When you ask him out, he’s hesitant, as he doesn't want you to get it, but you reassure him and even offer to train to ease him.

Thus began your relationship, though it was hard to be active in the relationship since you both were always busy, so you proposed a date night. He would send someone else on patrol, and you wouldn’t answer any calls from the agency.

What a great but awkward date maybe you can more in the future.

He also got Meet your Human family also awkward

Bumblebee

He first saw you on a tv show the kids were watching he thought it was fake but then when Prime brought you aboard you were actually real

He all over you he was so excited Ratchet had to pull him back but he tries very hard to not look nervous

Bee feelings bloomed when you started flirting with him. He didn’t know how to react, so he did nothing but make a few beeps.

Then he asked you out and now you two are the most chaotic couple (besides you and bulk)

He offered to drive with you to the studio, and he got to meet your human family. He got along with them great.

Makes everyone watch your Movies and Shows you even offered for him to join you in one but he got camera shy so he just watches you instead

Ratchetttt

Saw you on a tv show and has been watching it secretly

When you joined the group you were so clueless about the war he was a bit annoying but took you in and taught you things

He would secretly ask you to say lines from his favorite movie/show

He then realized he liked you but won’t admit it so you have to say something

Doesn’t like how much you work so he would tell you to take breaks doctor's orders

When you two finally date he wants to keep it low but that's unsuccessful

He won't admit it but he does get a bit jealous of your fans hitting on you

You sometimes would ask him to judge your acting of course he always it's great in his most grumpy way

Arcee

Saw a video of you dancing one was memorized by moves and even tried to do some on her own

When you came aboard she couldn't believe how detached from the world you were

Found out you learned some of your dance moves from your human family and offered to teach her

When you guys got closer she had feelings but like Prime and Ratchet she wouldn't say anything she didn't wanna risk heartbreak

You reassured her took some (Great) amount of time

So now that you two are dating, you will probably openly but discreetly dismiss the fans and their flirting.

Likes to join you at your studio and dance

Has met your family and they have mix opinions of her

Bulkhead

First heard you on a song Miko played

Was surprised to find out you're a Cybertronian.

He has been following your music ever since and was happy when you joined them

Wasn't as excited as bee

When you went to talk to him, you guys found out they had a lot in common, and his feelings arose.

He with the help of Miko asked you nervously out and now you two are the most dangerous chaotic couple

You two(three) always got yourself in trouble

And when you showed them to your family it was fun but dangerous considering how big he is

You two would always sing and play loud music much to Ratchet’s annoyance

And he’s offered to train you which causes some repair

So I tried my absolute best with this; some of them might be inaccurate; I'm not really good at remembering personalities; and if you don't see any of the other bots there, I haven't gotten that far in TFP, so I don't want to mess it up for you guys, but enjoy.

#transformers headcanons #transformers x reader

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pbjelly90 · 6 months ago

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I haven’t really gotten into the swing of blogging here and I probably have like 2 followers who aren’t bots 😆 but I’m rewatching BBC Sherlock and feeling an inkling to reread the original stories and it just has me thinking and wanting to ramble about Sherlock media and put it somewhere. What I’ve really grown to appreciate all these 20ish years of being a Sherlock fan is seeing every new adaptation put their own spin on Sherlock and all the characters in the canon. Some I’ve loved, some I’ve been displeased with, but it’s always fun to analyze and revisit and see what parts delight and what disappoints or leaves me wanting more. More thoughts below because apparently I had a lot to ramble about on this topic lol.

BBC Sherlock probably has one of my favorite Watsons, and he gets more focus here then a lot of other adaptations, and feels truer to the character to me than many others. Old adaptations like Basil Rathbone with Nigel Bruce used to have him be a bumbling fool type and I’m glad that’s in the past now. I also enjoy Lestrade in the BBC version and tend to prefer adaptations that get him along this vein, a trusted person on the force, exasperated with Sherlock and his methods a lot of the time, but also one of the most willing to put faith in him and believe in his abilities (and his integrity when it matters.)

Irene Adler adaptations like the BBC show or Robert Downey Jr movies are usually hit or miss for me, and generally I find they put too much emphasis on making her have romantic feelings for Sherlock for my liking. I applaud how they want to make her a more prominent character than one who only appears on page in one story, but romantic tension/interest feels so limiting as the way they choose to do it. There’s some merit to showing how she has to weaponize her beauty/sexuality in that time period at times, but they rarely dig deeper than that or give her more of her own storyline.

I’ve also found most Moriarty adaptations pretty lacking. BBC Sherlock’s became very popular, and Andrew Scott is a wonderful actor, but he always came off as far too gleefully chaotic and evil for evil’s sake to be that interesting to me as Sherlock’s foil. I feel like they went with a Batman versus Joker sort of dynamic there, emphasizing shock value, and I much preferred the mystery of him throughout the early seasons versus the reality post reveal.

Moriarty in the original canon only gets hinted at very late when Conan Doyle is setting up what he believed to be the end of the stories (before public demand and personal debts changed those plans), and therefore he’s always been more a mystery figure than an actual developed character in the original stories. But the building blocks are there for adaptations to take and mold and I hope we get to see more creativity here. Robert Downey Jr faces off against a version of Moriarty in the movies that I’d call Moriarty classic. Serviceable, but nothing new there really. Math teacher, formidable, crime lord, older, genius, check, more or less straight from the books.

BBC Sherlock was also missing Moran who I’d been highly anticipating, and fans kept speculating some unnamed sniper was him, but we never got confirmation. To me that was such a huge missed opportunity, for an adaptation that really highlighted the bond between Sherlock and Watson, how could you ignore the bond between Moriarty and his own “dark” version of Watson?

So cue Moriarty the Patriot, which felt like a series made just for me to fangirl over. It nails Sherlock and John, even if they’re not as much the main focus here as other series, and that’s just clearing the bar for me, my first criteria for any Sherlock media being “do they get John right?” They introduce a younger version of Miss Hudson, whom I also loved in BBC Sherlock, but this brings a fun new dynamic where she feels more like a loving sister to our boys rather than a favorite aunt like in the classic take. Still long-suffering, still the heart who keeps them in check and cares for them, and until John comes along, the only person really in Sherlock’s confidence. I hope we see more of her backstory in MtP (BBC nails this quickly with the mention of Sherlock helping to put her shitty husband in prison.)

Then there’s the MtP version of Irene, who’s the most creative take on the character I’ve ever seen. Is there some potential romantic tension with Sherlock still? Sure if you’d like to ship it, but thats far from her main storyline, she has so much MORE going on. Her own wants, her own goals, her own mistakes, her own plans, that whole first plot of hers is still one of my favorite arcs in the manga and a time when it truly differentiated itself for me from any other adaptation. And that’s not even getting into the Bond material yet, which as a Bond movie and book fangirl as well, was this series actually custom made for me?!?? Ya’ll really were deep into my brain for this one, combining M with Albert, bringing in Moneypenny, all of it. The manga blew me away with all of this and how it was handled. Moran, you better never betray Bond as agent 006 Alex Trevelyan a la Goldeneye. 😆

Before the meat of this, I want to take an aside to also say I love MtP’s take on Mycroft. BBC gives us our first more active Mycroft on-screen that I can recall, not just lounging in the Diogenes Club per canon, orchestrating everything at a remove, but more involved in looking after his brother and meddling when he feels necessary. He’s a huge drama queen in the first episode and I’m looking forward to rewatching the seasons again and seeing the brothers’ dynamic grow. But MtP takes this and instead of having our first encounter with Mycroft be with John alone, more removed from his brother still, we see the two fighting and squabbling and I just love them, your honor. I would like to see someone handle their parents better than the BBC version did, and idk if we’ll ever see them in MtP, but I do enjoy the tidbits we’ve gotten like Sherlock’s working class accent. They already used the name Sherringford/Sherrinford for their ancestor, so curious where they’d go with this. But Mycroft in general, his parallels with Albert, his guilt over their ancestor and role in the government? His relationship with his brother? Nailed it, more please.

Brief shoutout to Enola Holmes, she’s a bit Mary Sue/wish fulfillmenty, but I enjoyed her and her dynamics with her brothers vastly more than the sibling they shoehorned into the last season of BBC Sherlock. If you’re going to give the boys a sibling, that was a fun way to do it. Henry Cavill looks NOTHING like Sherlock is usually described, but he was fun and quite nice to look at lol.

Now onto the main thing I want to ramble about: MtP has the single best adaptation of James Moriarty that I have ever seen in writing or on screen. It’s no coincidence that this is the first adaptation I’ve seen try to dive into his backstory, figure out what’s the deal with his brother(s), which was a genius move taking that inconsistency with Doyle’s descriptions to make there be three James Moriartys total, and to give us a compelling reason as to WHY he does the whole lord of crime thing. Like fine if it’s just for money, control or power, and I can read/watch that story if well done, but this is the first time I’ve really seen a series take the building blocks Doyle laid out and really turn them into something more, to create something original and compelling. William and his brothers 100% deserve their main focus in the series, and its all the better for that perspective flip, as much as I love Sherlock and John. Sherlock and John are fleshed out already, most modern adaptations can get them right, but the Moriartys? That was brand new.

Not to mention, they gave William James Moriarty his Sebastian Moran, and nailed that dynamic as well. Normally I’d think if we finally got Moran he’d be my main ship for Moriarty, just as John was always my main ship for Sherlock, but somehow MtP gets me shipping them, but also William x Sherlock, Mycroft x Albert, Moneypenny x Moran, Irene x Hudson aaand I could digress for way too long here so I’ll leave it at that. Note to anyone writing future adaptations, GIVE MORIARTY HIS MORAN.

All of these MtP versions of the characters are so good that now they’ve ruined me for other Sherlock related media, I’ve found. I watched Ron Kamanohashi and loved it, but as soon as elements of Sherlock and Moriarty were introduced, I found myself badly wanting MtP to be the original canon they were drawing from and see those storylines reflected in the modern day setting of Ron’s story. That is now 1000000% my headcanon. Can we somehow get future Sherlock media to adapt some of the new ideas MtP introduced moving forward, and keep expanding on those concepts? Be inspired by them to keep exploring more of the characters once you’ve gotten the mains right? Maybe not, but a girl can dream. It’s a fun time to be a fan of Sherlock related media.

With all that rambling said, has anyone got any recommendations for other Sherlock books, shows, manga, etc? I remember The Seven-Per-Cent Solution was a very influential AU book back in the day for Sherlock fans and is supposed to present an alternate telling of the Holmes and Moriarty dynamic, so I may read that. Sometimes I branch off into Lupin media and I’ve read some of Arsene Lupin vs Herlock Sholmes as well. 😆 I enjoy silly Herlock in The Great Ace Attorney games although he definitely feels like a goofy AU version.

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TLDR: If anyone has skimmed this giant post and has any other Sherlock media suggestions, let me know! Looking for some more unique takes on the characters and story.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fandom #moriarty brothers #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #enola holmes #great ace attorney #albert james moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #irene adler #sebastian moran #john watson #mycroft holmes #james bond #acd holmes #pbjelly thoughts

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prof-ramses · 1 year ago

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A Mammon Analysis Written By A Mammon Kinnie! :8D

It's time to make y'all love this magnificent bastard even more than you already do so we can finally have something just happen in this fandom!

First off, the analysis.

A lot of people seem to think of Mammon as "dumb" or "oblivious", when he's far from either. Mammon is actually a very intelligent and attentive person, but just like most subtle things about him, it can be hard to notice because of his eccentricities.

As far as I see it, Mammon views everything he does as an investment to some extent, whether it be a literal monetary one or one of time, effort and/or attention. This is also one of the big things that make him so relatable to me. It's also worth noting that as a flipside to this, he also sees any option he's presented with in terms of physical or emotional value and trying to maximize said value as much as possible.

Mam doesn't interrupt "Two Minutes Notice" not because he's stupid, but because insults don't truly detract from the value of him or anything he has, not to mention the fact that he could tell that a lot of people would be willing to buy the song, just look how many are hanging of Fizz's every word when he describes having a crappy boss.

Likewise, criticizing Fizz's weight is something Mam solely does because it helps profits and has no genuine personal issue with Fizz potentially getting chunkier.

This shows something else interesting about Mammon, he doesn't really want to do destructive things, people just keep giving him every reason to do so, he's not dangerous on his own.

Every action Mam takes that makes Fizz uncomfortable is a direct result of him catering to what the consumers want, whether it be religiously watching his spokesman's weight for the sake of keeping the skinny sex-bots accurate, or forcing a mentally unstable person to spend a lot of time socializing to get people to pay admission for a meet-&-greet.

There's also the fact that he runs Greed in such a way that benefits Hell as a whole way more than Ozzie and Bee do. Admittedly, he over charges for his products, but said products are up to snuff, you'd expect him to peddle cheap junk that falls apart almost instantly, but no, he makes quality products and just charges extra. He really is a shrewd businessman when you get down to it, and that's something a lot of people have sadly overlooked when discussing our favorite spider.

Which brings me to my next point, Mammon being a spider is actually really clever, assuming what I'm about to describe was intended and not just me reading too much into a cheap Australia joke. Spiders are often shown as eerie and a way of reminding the viewer of a piece of media that nature can be scary, and though they do some really weird and freaky stuff, that's also the beauty of spiders. They have some of the most innovative and distinct hunting patterns in nature, they're more of a neutral presence, just like greed itself.

I've seen many people claim in their analysis of Mammon that "greed can't be good" which is just demonstrably untrue, greed is really just any action that prioritizes bettering oneself, it's only destructive if you are willing to be destructive, but even then it can lead to innovation and broad positive change, even if someone is worse off because of it.

Lastly, I want to discuss Mammon's obvious need for personal affection, the big guy is blatantly touch starved and craves a close connection, I have a rather headcanon-y idea about the origin of this behavior and I plan to link to it once I post about it in detail, but that can wait. However, this does reflect that idea of value and investment, Mam has yet to find someone who is both pleasant for him to be around and whose company has a reasonable "price". I see many possibilities for exploring this facet of his characterization and look forward to seeing the discussion about it grow.

Stay tuned for my HCs and theories about his Stinginess! ALL HAIL MAMMON!

#helluva boss #hellaverse #writing analysis #hb Mammon #helluva Mammon #hellaverse Mammon #Mammonposting #hb Fizzarolli #hb Asmodeus #helluva Fizzarolli #helluva Asmodeus #hellaverse Fizzarolli #hellaverse Asmodeus

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Leaving aside the functionist universe, I wonder what Megatron's life would have been like if he had been forged in Caminus (despite having its flaws, it is my favorite colony 🙂)

Caminus treasures culture and art of any kind. Music, dancing, painting, anything really. So of course Megatron's poetry would not only be valued but encouraged by his surroundings. Bots close to him would probably urge him to publish his works, to create a name for himself as a poet.

In the beginning, this is just what Megatron would do. Young and inspired by the artists around him, he writes poetry that reflects the beauty of the universe. But as he grows older, as he experiences more of life and starts to see the cracks in the beautiful facade of Caminus, he grows more cynical.

When Megatron initially expresses his worries for his home world to others they tell him to turn to faith and at first this is what he does. He tries to follow the Way of Flame, seeking guidance and understanding rather than comfort. But Megatron quickly grows tired of this way of life, uncomfortable with the way Primes are fanatically worshipped and that religion (especially the Mistress of Flame) has such huge say in the running of Caminus.

Finally, tired of everything he's seen and how most camiens are willing to turn a blind eye to the problems, Megatron writes and publishes a book where he discusses this. It's a huge hit, with camiens that have felt exactly the same way but never felt the chance to express themselves coming out and vocalizing their support.

The Mistress of Flame hears about this book and actually invites Megatron to talk with her. They meet and while Megatron expresses his worries for their world the Mistress simply tells him to believe in the Primes. She then urges him to return to his poetry, stating that he should write about the beauty of Caminus again.

Megatron is greatly angered by this. While yes, he loves to be a poet, his poetry always were a way to express his view of the world, what he thought and felt. Feeling that the Mistress basically wants to turn his work into propaganda is incredibly insulting and proves to him that she does not really care about the arts, just that is aligns with her worldview. He's also angered by the way she dismisses his worries. Simply telling him to trust that faith will guide him means nothing to Megatron as he does not actually believe in the divinity of the Primes. In the end this talk only solidifies what Megatron already thought.

After this talk, Megatron publishes another book, this one even more critical than the first one. He addresses the Mistress of Flame directly as more of a cult leader rather than a religious figure and urges his readers to look beyond the veil of faith and actually face the problems of Caminus. He grows hugely popular with a large portion of camiens and together they form an activist group.

No matter what universe nor home world, Megatron is a voice of change.

#transformers imagine #transformers headcanons #megatron #mistress of flame #camien megatron au

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kaycode1999 · 2 months ago

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Hi! Could I please get a match-up for Transformers Prime and Demon Slayer? :D

There are only two female characters in tfp, but I'd still like them to be out of the picture as I'm not attracted to women - and that goes for Demon Slayer too. Decepticon characters are preferred over the Autobots 👉👈 Also for Demon Slayer - no minors please, because I'm an adult.

- Your personality

For my personality, I'm a guy who tends to romanticise life in general - especially nature and art. I'm pretty introverted and in touch with my emotions, though they can sometimes take priority over rational thinking. I tend to live in my head often, so I appear quiet on the outside, but my mind is constantly abuzz with ideas. It takes a long time for me to open up and establish a bond with another person, but once you have my love and loyalty, it's ride or die. I'm not the best with conveying my thoughts or communicating verbally, but I try my best to remedy that in my relationships and be open. I'm also mellow and laid back in temperament, but that also leads to my biggest flaw - laziness. My love language is touch and cooking food for my loved ones.

- Your gender, pronouns, sexuality

I'm transmasc fellow and I use he/they pronouns :) Irl, I usually engage in romantic relationships with other transmasculine people, but also men, I'm on the ace spectrum - demisexual (only experience sexual attraction to people who I have a strong emotional bond with), I'm also open to polyamory

- Your aesthetic

Goth, dark academia, fairycore ;) lots of neutral, earthy colours, greens and of course - black. I love cosy sweaters with cute embroidery and turtlenecks as well as corsets and lace.

- Hobbies and things I like:

Rain, autumn, hugs, tea, dogs...

And for hobbies, I tend to be artistic - I recently got into plush making, embroidery and sewing my own clothes. I also like to sculpt in clay and paint (traditional). I like cosplay, good food and getting creative with makeup. Swimming counts as well as trrpg (tabletop rpgs) and video games too! I'm open to trying new things as well, especially if my partner enjoys them.

Thank you! Have a great day/night! ^-^

TFP

I match you with

Knockout

I think if a Decepticon could appreciate art and nature with you it would be him

He understands needing to get to know him before opening up, so he doesn't think anything about you being introverted.

He has that kind of personality that just brings the extrovert out of anyone. Not that being introverted is a problem. He's easy to talk to (as long as you're not being rude *like Starscream*) and get comfortable with, and he actually listens

He loves to hear about your ideas

He appreciates that's you're in tune with yourself/your emotions, as he himself tends to be the type not to know what he's feeling or how to express it although he tries (it mostly just comes out as sass or anger)

That bond between you is just as important to him because he's lost almost all of the bots he was close with either through them just leaving or being killed in the war. He doesn't want to admit it but he's just as devoted to you

I don't think he has a problem with laziness. I think he is too to an extent😂 he's intellectual, and because of that he finds ways to pawn off his work on others if he can (they've got an unlimited supply of soldiers that could do that for him right? Plus he wants to keep his exterior shiny and clean)

He thinks the plushy’s are adorable

No, he didn't steal one and keep it in his private quarters to have something to remind him of you are you crazy? The fact that it just happened to disappear and he was the only other being around is just a coincidence

He's very impressed with your skill of making your own clothes

He thinks you're adorable in cosplay and will help you come up with certain outfits

He's fascinated by makeup and what humans can do with it. He wishes he could use it, but they don't make any for Cybertronians☹️ and he's not willing to risk his beautiful face (his words)

He's mesmerized by you making things out of clay and painting it. Its just interesting to watch

Whatever games you play he's right there too. Whether it be the rpgs or video games. But I warn you, he's both a sore winner and a sore loser so have fun with that

Physical affection with a cybertronian can be weird to navigate as a human. But its nice for him if you just want to sit on his soldier while he walks around or does whatever task he has to do or you can also give him a hug whenever you want

Demon Slayer

I match you with

Akaza

*Don’t tell my niece- She’s in love with him😂*

I know I know, but let me explain

He only kills/eats men, but he also respects and appreciates those he feels are worthy of it (I.E his whole fight with Rengoku) and you are one of those special people

Your love/romanticization of life is what intrigued him in the first place, it’s something he doesn't see in most other humans (and especially not with his fellow demons)

He does care for art and nature though not to the extent you do

He strikes me as someone who is also on the introverted side, but he's also going to speak his mind when he feels it necessary. As with any relationship, communication is key so as long as you try to be open with him it will be okay

If you're quiet that's ok, but he’ll listen to whatever is going on in your head too

As with your love of life, he also finds it admirable that you’re in touch with your emotions as he is more the type to bury them or at least not show them

You both need some time to actually form a bond, but that means once you do its unbreakable

He needs you just as much as you need him, after all the heartbreak he went through as a human he never expected to form a bond like that with someone again. But now that he has- good luck being anywhere out of his sight

If you cook for him, it will inevitably remind him of his past life as a human. That is for the first few times, eventually it just becomes a nice new memory that he enjoys with you

I don't think he'd ever see you as lazy, he just wants you to be happy and enjoy life. He's seen enough darkness to know that that doesn't come for many people, so he's happy if it can for you

He's not that used to it at first, but once he his he doesn't mind physical affection. You can hug him, cuddle up to him, just lean against him, whatever you want. It gets to the point hes so used to it he doesn't always notice it

As I said he's not used to any physical affection at all since his human life, so really its all about what your comfort level is as far as he's concerned

(he's shipped with Rengoku a lot, so if you want a poly relationship that could work too)

He loves whatever you wear. Comfy sweaters? Adorable. Corsets and lace? Adorable AND hot

He loves the plushies as much as he tries to be a tough guy. In your shared space there's one that looks like him, and he also requested you make one of you too so they're together

He appreciates that you can make and embroider your own clothes. Its a important and useful skill in his opinion

He will love to learn how to sculpt and paint clay with you. He might even try to make something special for you

Enjoys helping you dress up for cosplay and is impressed by how you do your makeup

He’ll let you practice on him so you can see what it looks like/perfect the technique

Hope you enjoy!

#tfp matchup #demon slayer matchup #kny matchup #kimetsu no yaiba match up #transformers #tfp knockout #knockout #akaza #kny akaza #demon slayer akaza #transformers knockout

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 11 months ago

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OUAT

Did the bots forget to mention that earth is unicron to the rest of their population? That's one jelo of a fack to forget!

The issue is there are two versions of Earth, the one Team Prime remembers, and the echo left of what had once been.

Grief does something to people, regardless of who you are it leaves a mark. A memory. Something that mimics the emotional investment that you had. And the bots are grieving. The issue is that only they can understand where that grief is coming from.

Organics, typically, are not liked simply because of how different their composition is from a mechanical frame. Humans in particular can be looked down on for how short their lifespan is. Individuals who are not your species, not your kind, who would die before a sparkling could even upgrade to their next frame, and yet these children created such strong, vibrant, connections to all of the bots. Earth, organic, small, and primitive, held beauty in its natural wonders and housed them despite the trouble that came with them.

How can they ever describe what they lost to their comrades? How can they ever capture what it was that they've lost and explain it to bots who can't even comprehend the foundations of it?

You can't.

So, Team Prime does the next best thing, they mourn quietly. Earth is gone, destroyed, and nothing has emerged from the death that they brought to that world. Sure, there were problems. M.E.C.H. and Unicron are among them, but it's all been wiped away now. Why bother remembering it, dredging it all backup? Not when there are other things better immortalized in their processors. Miko's face when crashing over a sand dune. Jack's laughter when pelting Vince's car with takeout. Raf's quiet presence as he focused on a video game.

It's even worse when fragments of earth survive. Knockout's collection of paints and recordings of his races. A few vehicons kept downloads of movies ranging from golden age Disney to The Real Housewives of Orange County. Knicknacks and junk like bobbleheads, blankets, and other scrap that just looked interesting to the alien eye. Odd artifacts that are shuffled around, are given worth because they are the last pieces of a dead civilization. Eath becomes a collectible icon. A pop culture reference. A hollowed-out version constructed and rebuilt by optics that never saw anything but the caricatures and broken pieces left by civilization's shadow.

Such a silly, small, fragile world. No one would believe that Unicron was the seed of it. That it produced species tenacious and willful. That it could produce monsters of its own beyond the nightmares they cast in stories.

How can you grieve when the ones you lost are remade in such a way?

You can't.

So you remain silent, you remain distant, and you clutch on to those memories, those true experiences and ignore every rumor and false tale that circulates the world you loved and the world you lost.

Earth is dead. It isn't coming back. The stories that whisper otherwise are nothing more than cruel and thoughtless lies.

So please, just let the dead rest in peace.

Thank you for reading!

#ao3 author #tfp #transformers prime #aligned continuity #ao3 #once upon a time #maccadam

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hisui-dreamer · 2 years ago

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hioooo~ i would like to request something soft for heartsbyul headcanons dating a smiling and sociable mc fem with beautiful golden curls like shirley temple or goldilocks from the tale of the bears for example ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა, well thank you and have a good day! *hug*

golden to the core

Characters: Heartslabyul (Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey)

Synopsis: How is your relationship like with your man when you're the literal embodiment of sunshine?

Tags: reader has blond hair, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 1.1k+

Notes: This was very fun to think about, I love sunny happy characters hehe. This leaned more into gender neutral with golden hair, so I hope you like it!

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Riddle was taken aback by your open demeanour at first

over time though, he starts to appreciate your positivity and charm

he’s so attracted to your warmth and friendliness and the positive energy you bring into his life

sometimes he gets frustrated at how carefree you are, and he might become irritable and lash out, but once he mellows out, he’s apologising and tries talking to you rationally

he also finds solace and comfort in your presence

everyone in heartslabyul runs to get you when he’s raging

you soften his strict exterior and provide him with moments of joy and relaxation

just seeing you will soften his glare into a lovesick gaze

appreciates you so much but he’s not great at saying it

he likes to secretly show his affection through thoughtful gestures, surprising you with small gifts or acts of service, brewing your favourite tea or helping you with homework you find challenging

or just spending quality time with you despite his busy schedule and dedication to his studies

Riddle sighs, reaching to brush away a stray lock of hair. "I know our differences can be challenging, but I'm willing to work on finding a balance between my need for order and your more relaxed approach to life. My Golden Rose, you mean a lot to me, and I want to make our relationship work," he murmurs, hoping you wouldn’t be upset at him.

Ace finds you so fun

he loves teasing you with his sharp wit and clever comebacks to make you laugh or smile

he finds you so cute! and he can get your attention, it’s a win-win!

it’s his unique way of showing affection

he has no filter on his mouth and is brutally honest

will not hold back on expressing his opinions and feelings, even if they might not be what you want to hear

but if you’re patient enough, you’ll see that he never wants to lie to you even though he’s great at lying

he’s incredibly loyal

although I wouldn’t blame you if you give him a good punch from time to time

the two of you are absolute menaces when it comes to pranks

you two are such a powerful duo, your charm makes anyone believe you, and ace can be rather crafty when it comes to pranking

he is also great at surprising you, planning creative dates, surprising you with a small gift or gesture etc.

you’re his perfect partner in crime

"I think you're secretly a fairy with that golden mane of yours, enchanting everyone around you, " Ace winks flirtingly. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm not just saying that to get a kiss, though it wouldn't hurt!" He leans closer to you, batting his eyelashes and putting on his best puppy dog face.

Deuce is so in love with you omg

loves staring at your hair shine under sunlight

he’s drawn to your outgoing and cheerful personality

it balances out with how serious he can be

really admires you at navigating social situations with ease

with how straightforward and tactless he is, sometimes he accidentally says something that offends you

many misunderstandings

but he’s really genuine and once he figures out what’s wrong, he’ll immediately apologise and try to make it up to you

his love language is very varied, he wants to do everything he can do make you happy

his mom raised him well to treat his lover nicely afterall

acts of service!! cooking a meal for you, helping you with physical tasks, or giving you a massage after a long day, he’s at your beck and call ready to help you

also small protective gestures like placing a hand on your back or shoulder in a reassuring manner when you’re nervous or in danger

he cares about you so much and wants to keep you safe!

Deuce fidgets nervously. "I know I can be tactless at times and say or do things that hurt you. I'm sorry if I've ever offended you, and I'll work hard to be more mindful of my words and actions. Please forgive me," he pleads, resembling a sad puppy dog.

your personality matches so well with Cater!

enjoys the attention the two of you would garner from others

shares all of your experiences together on social media, as long as you give him permission of course

his magicam is full of cute couple photos, sweet captions, and definitely tags you in posts or stories, if only to show off your relationship to the world

he loves complimenting you, calling you endearing pet names, and expressing his appreciation for you, your smile, sociability, golden hair, he adores every bit of you

definitely helps you style your hair in trendy and cute ways

he really wants to impress you, so he might use his skills to find information about you on your social media and keep up with the latest trends related to your interests

sometimes he feels like he’s not good enough for you, but he’ll rarely show it

if he’s really warmed up to you though, he might let his true feelings show

he ends up seeking you for comfort when he has a bad day

give this man all the hugs he needs and wants

"We’re #RelationshipGoals, babe!" He laughs as he hugs you with one arm, the other typing his phone. "Your presence makes every moment brighter, and your personality shines just as gold. Lucky to call you mine! And… post!" He chuckled, then leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek.

Trey loves how light-hearted and sociable nature you are

he really appreciates how you light up the entire room by just being there

he finds your extroverted nature refreshing and may sometimes even rely on you to help him navigate social situations that he might otherwise avoid

the two of you compliment each other so well, he’s the voice of reason and you bring warmth and charm to social settings

he admires your ability to diffuse conflicts and ease tensions, it helps so much when the inevitable fights break out

he does have moments where he feels a bit overwhelmed or uncomfortable with how outgoing you are because he doesn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to him

but communication is key and he will respect your boundaries as well

he loves brushing your hair for you, he’s quite good at it too having practice with his younger siblings

will also pinpoint your exact tastes so he can make treats and snacks to your liking

he loves nothing more than seeing you happy and content

even more so when it’s because of him

"Hey there, sunshine!" You turn around and you see Trey standing behind you, a warm look in his eyes as he ruffled your hair. "Haha, your smile always brightens up my day," he says, tucking your head under his chin as he bathed in your presence.

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zeldynymph · 1 year ago

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"Desperate Touch..."

This was one of my Kinktober entries I made for a bot, but I decided to complete the story instead of leaving it on a cliff-hanger :)

Captain John Price, a man whose very name commanded unwavering respect, had dedicated the majority of his illustrious career to covert warfare. His journey was riddled with perilous moments: being riddled with bullets, enduring captivity, surviving explosive blasts, enduring incarceration, enduring torture, and even being left for dead.

Through these harrowing ordeals, there was a singular constant that consistently defied the odds, saving his life - the simple yet potent allure of tobacco, embodied by his cherished cigars.

John's penchant for cigars was nothing short of miraculous, given the sheer quantity he consumed. If it weren't for the limits of the human form, he might have tried smoking himself. His team often pondered the exorbitant monthly expenditure he must have been incurring on his cigar habit, but they never dared to question him.

He'd been repeatedly urged to quit smoking and seek alternative pleasures. However, his response remained unerringly consistent - a wry, smartass retort that hinted at the indomitable spirit of a man who'd seen it all.

"Until I become old, incompetent and can't even wipe my own arse, the Cigars are staying..."

However, there was one person for whom he contemplated breaking his entrenched habits, a person whose very name could quicken his heartbeat: YN.

The thought of making her his for a lifetime, of slipping a ring on her finger, consumed his thoughts. They'd shared kisses, dates, and passionate encounters, despite having known each other since their early days in the military, yet they'd never made their connection official.

At nearly 40, an age often associated with beekeeping rather than such fervent desires, he marvelled at how one woman held the power to turn his legs into jelly and summon a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. YN was a magnificent concoction of beauty, danger, charm, love, and care, all wrapped into one.

In the quiet recesses of his mind, he'd often daydreamed about the tantalising sensation of her body pressed against his, her supple breasts against his chiselled chest, her firm curves fitting perfectly into his grasp. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine, rendering him nearly unhinged.

YN was tantalisingly close, yet tantalisingly out of reach. He yearned for her in more ways than one, both physically and emotionally, as his heart ached to claim her as his own.

For now, lacking the courage to confess his unwavering infatuation, he remained a silent guardian, a hidden admirer, watching over her from a distance, willing his moment of revelation to arrive.

Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, coating everything in a thick, soothing layer of water. The weather was nothing short of perfect, a balm for John's soul, casting aside the constant conflicts that plagued him.

He paid no mind to the fact that his clothes were thoroughly drenched, realising that wringing out his shirt could have filled the River Nile with the water that would pour forth.

In that moment, he was utterly self-absorbed, wholly immersed in the company of his beloved cigar and the intoxicating thoughts of YN that danced through his mind.

With a soft sigh, he reached up to graze his bearded chin, a freshly lit cigar resting comfortably between his forefinger and middle finger, as the rain continued to serenade him. "What I wouldn't give to dance with her in this downpour..."He placed the cigar between his lips, delicately nibbling on the leaf's tip before drawing a rich, molasses-flavoured puff that waltzed upon his taste buds. The exhaled smoke swirled into the rain, creating a mesmerising choreography with the cascading water from the heavens.

But as thoughts of YN flooded his mind, his heart raced with desire. He envisioned her dancing with unbridled joy in the rain, twirling gracefully, expertly evading each falling droplet. The image of her shirt, rendered translucent by the deluge, revealed a glimpse of her bare breasts.

The mere memory ignited a powerful surge of arousal within him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hand instinctively descending to caress his own desire, a rush of heat coursing through his loins.

Taking another drag from his cigar, his fingers tightened around his burgeoning passion, exhaling the smoke in a deep, sensuous sigh. The magnetic allure of YN was astonishing, and she remained blissfully unaware of the profound effect she had on John.

"Figured I'd find you out here..."John cleared his throat, taken aback by the delightful surprise of YN's sudden presence. His eyes, brimming with desire, fixated upon her as if she were a mesmerising vision.

With a gentle smile, he extended his hand, offering her his cigar as a silent invitation to share in this intimate moment. "You look like shit..."

YN's laughter was a delightful melody that resonated in John's ears, filling the moment with warmth and shared intimacy. His eyes were transfixed on her as she gracefully brought the cigar to her lips, drawing in a slow, lingering puff before releasing it with a contented smile.

"I feel like it... One hundred letters of apology I've just had to write out. When will the war stop..."

John's smile was brimming with empathy as he extended his hand to accept the cigar that YN graciously returned. He placed it between his lips, savouring the subtle taste of YN's lipstick as he took a thoughtful puff.

Reaching out, he gently stroked YN's arm in a reassuring gesture, his lips curving into a warm smile beneath his lush beard and moustache, wordlessly expressing the profound connection they shared.

"It happens, my darlin'... The world is well and truly fucked..."

John observed as YN gracefully descended the wall, perching herself upon the damp concrete below. Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, she delicately plucked one from the bundle, placing it between her lips in an attempt to ignite it. Unfortunately, her lighter was devoid of fuel, merely emitting a few feeble sparks.

Amused by the situation, John couldn't help but laugh, joining her on the wet concrete without a care for his already soaked attire. He fished his lighter from the confines of his jacket pocket and leaned in to ignite YN's cigarette, lending her a helping hand.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, John...""Not much, My darlin'.."

YN's laughter was a melodic accompaniment to the moment as she nestled her head against John's shoulder, casually flicking the burnt end of her cigarette away. Her eyes moved appreciatively over his form, observing John's subtle attempt to shift his legs to conceal the growing desire in his pants, a testament to her close proximity and the sensual thoughts that swirled through his mind.

A knowing smile curved on YN's lips as she extinguished her cigarette in a nearby puddle, relishing the soft sizzling sound that filled the air. With a boldness that was uniquely hers, she reached up and plucked John's cigar from his mouth, placing it between her own lips and taking an indulgent drag.

Grasping the cigar firmly between her fingers, she brought her lips to his, exhaling the cigar's smoke into his mouth, a sensuous dance of shared desire. In the haze of the moment, it was John who broke away first, his eyes glazed with longing as he gazed at her.

In a voice heavy with desire, he finally spoke, his hands tenderly finding their way to caress YN's waist.

"You drive me fucking wild...I can't keep pushing it aside. I need your body against mine..."

As John's lips met YN's, the cigar slipped from her fingers, landing in a puddle with a satisfying sizzle. Despite the awareness of dropping a perfectly good cigar, in that fleeting moment, it seemed inconsequential. Right then, nothing mattered except the intensity of the connection. Besides, she thought, she could always make it up to him later.

"John, you're soaked.."

"Just stop talking and kiss me..."

John's words carried more of a plea than a command, his body craving her touch with an undeniable yearning. The brush of her lips against his felt tantalizing but insufficient. He hungered for more, an insatiable need pulsating within him.

His grasp on YN's waist tightened as he effortlessly lifted her, placing her on his lap with a fluid motion. His lips embarked on a journey, tracing a path down from her chin to her jaw before settling on her neck.

Her delicate neck; oh, how sweet it was. John savoured the faint essence of her perfume lingering on her skin, tasting it as he felt the subtle rhythm of her pulse beneath. In that moment, she seemed more alive than ever before, a vibrant presence that stirred something profound within him.

Amidst the swirling emotions of lust, desire, and perhaps something deeper, John found himself consumed by an urgent need for YN. The necessity to feel the silkiness of her bare skin against his own overwhelmed him. The longing to hear her unrestrained moans and soft whimpers grew more intense by the second.

His lips traced a delicate path along YN's neck, his teeth grazing gently against her jugular. His tongue danced, tracing invisible paths along the velvety softness of her skin. And then, as if uncovering a hidden treasure, he discovered it; a tender spot nestled beneath her jaw. The mere touch there coaxed a sweet whimper from her lips, a sound that stirred something raw and primal within him.

"Fucking hell..."

John's words rumbled forth, a low growl escaping his lips, while his stomach somersaulted in a mixture of anticipation and desire. Watching YN tilt her head backward exposed more of her exquisite neck to his hungry gaze. Instinctively, he shifted his hips upward, the pulsating mass between his legs pressing against YN's crotch.

He yearned for YN to grasp the depth of his longing, to comprehend the impact she had on his every nerve. He needed her to understand the intensity of his desires, and what he yearned to share with her.

With a deliberate movement, his hands glided up beneath her shirt, tenderly caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. John drew his head back slightly, reluctantly parting his lips from her neck. His gaze fixated on her shirt, now translucent from the rain, revealing the allure of her black, lacy bra underneath.

"Oh, you little fucking tease..~"

In that moment, John's longing eclipsed any concern for onlookers. His desire to possess YN right there, amid the rain, burned with such an intensity that left no room for hesitation. He yearned to lose himself in her, to connect on a primal level, to feel body convulse and envelope him.

With an urgency that brooked no delay, John tore open YN's shirt, the delicate buttons surrendering to his fervour, scattering in all directions, unveiling her drenched and alluring chest.

His hands traversed the terrain of YN's thighs, a firm grip conveying his desire as he leaned closer to her chest. John's kisses rained down upon the apex of her breasts, gentle yet fervent, a fusion of affection and unbridled desire.

His teeth left tender imprints, marking YN in a possession that felt primal. Metaphorically, John embodied the wolf, and YN, the unwitting sheep drawn into his grasp.

His fingers ascended, teasingly pulling at the straps of her bra before swiftly dragging it down, forgoing any subtlety of unclasping. YN's breasts were liberated, prompting a soft, involuntary moan to escape her lips as the fabric caressed her nipples on its descent.

Instantly, John's lips enveloped her left nipple while his fingers deftly attended to the right, eliciting an immediate response from YN. She surrendered to an onslaught of pleasure, her body quivering with each sensation, a fiery yearning igniting between her legs.

The divine taste of her skin lingered on his tongue, sending an involuntary groan escaping past his lips. The sensation of her taut nipples against his mouth aroused an intense desire within him, prompting his hips to surge once more, pressing fervently against YN's core.

"God...you taste so fucking good..."

John withdrew from YN's nipple with a noticeable pop, a glistening trail of saliva lingering on his lips. He gazed up at her with eyes heavy with desire, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips.

His hand ventured down towards his belt, deftly unfastening it before swiftly pulling down the zipper, exposing the bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers. Observing YN's eyes tracing the movement of his hand, he awaited the moment her gaze fixed upon his cock.

Without delay, YN gracefully shifted from his lap, assuming a kneeling position before him. Her hands swiftly delved for the waistband of John's pants and boxers, deftly pulling them down. In an instant, John's erect cock was liberated, evoking a subtle moan from his parted lips.

His hand extended towards YN's, leading her fingers to encircle his shaft, a gentle smile gracing his features. Initially guiding her in a tender, rhythmic motion, he gradually released her hand, granting her the freedom to explore at her own pace.

"That's a good girl...Just like that.."

John's head arched backward in response to YN's accelerating touch, her hand moving with increased speed and pressure, gliding along the sensitive contours of his shaft. The sensation was nothing short of divine, her gentle fingers stroking him in an up-and-down motion, causing his legs to quiver with the sheer intensity of pleasure. Had YN not been there, he might have involuntarily reacted physically, so intense was the gratification coursing through him.

A deep, resonant moan echoed from deep within John, his eyes shuttering closed while his lips parted in a silent testament to the ecstasy he experienced. His grip on his thighs tightened, introducing a fleeting hint of pain that mingled seamlessly with the overwhelming pleasure.

Immersed in this state of bliss, John was momentarily unaware until the tantalizing touch of YN's lips enveloped his tip, an exhilarating rush surging through him. His hands found their way into YN's hair, gently guiding her as she bobbed rhythmically along his cock. This moment was an awakening, a revelation of bliss unlike any he had experienced before.

It took all of his strength not to force her head down and throat-fuck her.

John's moans increased, heralding the imminent arrival of his release. His body tensed, a tightening sensation coiling in his abdomen, signalling the approaching climax.

Yet, the moment YN's tongue glided over his tip, all semblance of control shattered. His body convulsed involuntarily, his hands gripping YN's head gently yet firmly as he thrust into her mouth, releasing his hot cum within her and across her parted lips. Each undulation of his climax was met with breathy whimpers that escaped from parted lips.

As the waves of intensity subsided, his body slackened, chest heaving with the exertion of the moment. Releasing his hold on YN's head, he chuckled softly while observing her as she delicately licked away his seed from her lips. With tenderness, his hand extended, cupping her cheek in a gesture of affection.

"That's it love, don't waste a drop.."

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