#but also It is totally understandable to be uncomfortable when someone acts in a way that you cant predict or understand

[doctorho]

thinking about viktor with a chronically ill reader. you know? we see the vision, right?

it just works.

the thing with chronic pain, illnesses, disabilities, all of that - is that you can't always see them. sometimes you can, sure, you can see the mobility aids and the not-standing-up-for-too-long and the bruising from blood draws and sometimes you can see the compression garments, the pills and inhalers and the i'm fine, i just need a moment-

but most people just don't pay attention to that. or if they do, they don't put the pieces together fast enough to figure out what's really going on under the surface. viktor does, though; he's been there, and most of the time he's way beyond hiding it. or, well, he's way beyond hiding some of it.

walking with a cane was like carrying a neon sign that said yes there is something different here. yes i can't walk the way you can. no it's not going to get better. that last part wasn't directly evident just from him using a cane, sure, but with the way his cane looked, it should've been pretty clear. He had used one practically forever and it had evolved with him, he'd made it as comfortable to use as it could be, had even made it match his uniform.

so yeah. viktor knew what it was like. he'd been the disabled kid forever, even if some of the others were never going to say it out loud. that was just a thing about him, and he knew how hard it could be to navigate something like that in an academic environment. it was hard to admit you couldn't do something, that you had to sit down, that you needed a moment. that sometimes your body was just falling apart for no particular reason and it was just another tuesday.

sometimes it was easier to sit with the pain than take medication in the middle of a meeting, knowing that someone would make a bigger deal out of it than it had to be, even if it was just raising their eyebrows meaningfully. they'd think about you differently afterwards.

he could see you push through it, and he didn't blame you, really, he did that himself, too, but - he didn't want you to hurt yourself. you hadn't been in the lab as long as he had, so he could understand you being a little cautious with how you acted and what you told people, but he didn't want you to feel like you had to put on a show for him. he was, after all, walking around with the equivalent of a light-up sign of i'm disabled, too, and he liked to think of himself as someone who wouldn't come off as judgemental about stuff like that. other stuff, sure, stupid stuff, but not that.

so when he sees you dealing with the telltale signs of being in pain, he conveniently sends jayce and the others to pick up some parts that would take a while to collect and that they wouldn't actually need until the next day. but better prepared, right? what's the harm.

and then he comes to sit next to you and sighs deeply. leans back. relaxes to the best of his abilities. asks if you're alright, and sounds like he already knows the answer.

you sigh too, shift your position, and answer with it's fine. and viktor recognizes the strain in your voice, in your posture, and he knows there's a key difference between this and i'm fine, but he'll take it. it's not what he'd like, but he'll take it.

he leans over to dig around his belongings, and then offers you a bag of candied almonds.

"if you're going to take pain killers, it's better if you eat something first," he says, and you just stare at him. "i assume you haven't taken anything yet. nothing strong enough, at least," he continues, casually, and you take a deep breath and accept the almonds.

he smiles. continues like this is totally normal. "jayce made me start carrying around some food so i could do that. for myself, i mean. but it doesn't hurt to have some snacks around either way, i suppose."

he knows he's skirting around the real topic of the conversation, but he also knows that sometimes people get uncomfortable around his bluntness, and you hadn't exactly told him you were in pain, so he'd understand it if you were a little weirded out. after all, most people didn't notice this stuff. but you haven't run away from him, and you're eating, and then you're digging around your own bag to take your medication, so he'll count this as a win.

thanks, you exhale, handing back the almonds, and he takes a handful of them himself.

"i'm fine, really," you continue, not really looking at him, "it's just hard sometimes."

he nods. it was - even if he didn't know the specifics, he knew that it was true. especially since you had been hiding it from the others. and with something like that, something the others couldn't see, the invisible step to let them see it would grow bigger and bigger with time, when they expected you to be able to do everything they did without a second thought.

he also knows you didn't mean fine in the dictionary definition sense of the word, but more in the this is normal and you don't need to worry -sense. and that's fine. he was used to functioning on different parameters than most people, so this version of fine was good enough.

my body just isn't always very reliable, you explain with a sigh, and that he knows better than well.

he hmms in answer and nods. he knows.

you exhale a small laugh at that.

and he's glad you're relaxing, wants you to be as comfortable here as possible.

"these people are alright," he says casually, "as far as healthy people go."

viktor smiles a little.

another win for him.

and then he sits with you, talking and not talking and enjoying the quiet comfort if it all. and then he makes up some excuse so you don't have to keep working yet. he was well aware what it was like trying to work through the pain, waiting for the medication to kick in, and he wouldn't exactly recommend it. besides, as a rule, you were more likely to make mistakes if you were thinking through a layer of pain, and that was just plain bad planning. it made much more sense to just take a break and continue when you felt better. in fact, he was in dire need of a caramel latte and a pastry right now, do you want anything?

and after that it just... sort of falls into place. you're more relaxed around him. and the others, too, but he's the only one that really gets it. doesn’t make a whole thing out of it when you need to sit down for a moment or take a break while your pain killers kick in. he's just there.

he knows what it's like, and that feels like an invisble curtain lifted from between you and him, and it's just easy. you don't have to pretend you're doing better than you actually are and he doesn’t hide it when he's in pain, either.

most people don't see it, but there's a mutual understanding there; yeah, sometimes life sucks and sometimes you're in pain and no it's not fair that sometimes your body is falling apart and life just keeps going. you can't do all the things you want to do but you still have to show up for the other life-stuff and if you took a day off every time you felt bad you would never get anything done and it just never stops.

but sometimes there's someone who'll sit through it with you without judgement. offer a warm drink and a snack and some understanding.

[manda-kat]

One thing about me is that I don't understand a lot of social cues and it leads to me embarrassing myself often when I misunderstand what someone is trying to imply or when I act in a way that is 'not proper' for the situation, so I really wish people would be more understanding of people who may act 'weird'.

ANOTHER THING ABOUT ME is that when somebody breaks a social cue or acts in a way I can't predict, I am very uncomfortable because I have no idea how I am supposed to react or interact with them, so I totally understand it if people are uncomfortable when interacting with me, because I do not want to put them through the same feelings that the guy who speaks a little too loud and talks about things that are a little too personal makes me feel.

[ariseur]

ffvii jealousy headcanons 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

✧˖*°࿐ includes cloud strife, zack fair, sephiroth, reno, genesis rhapsodos, and angeal hewley

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

just a little something to satisfy you guys while i continue working on my requests!! already did a dmc one so might as well do a ffvii one too lol

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

jealousy (obviously), some possessiveness, intended lowercase, like one bullet point about post-nibelheim sephiroth, just a couple of guys who love the reader??, lmk if i missed anything !! 🎀

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓒LOUD — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ cloud is the type of person who will swear up and down that he doesn’t get jealous, but truth be told, he does. however, he doesn’t recognize it as jealousy at first.

❥ although, he definitely tries to shove his feelings down once he realizes that he’s somewhat upset. cloud won’t upright and confess that he’s jealous or go up to you when he sees someone flirting with you.

❥ cloud’s pretty understanding if you needed space or if you were just talking with someone else, he’s not gonna immediately resort to his insecurity.

❥ but once it’s a reoccurring experience, or if they know what they’re doing— or worse, if they’re actively flirting with you or touching you, then he’ll definitely start to get a little jealous.

❥ instead of actively confronting you or getting up in the flirt’s face, he’ll only watch afar at first. he’ll observe the conversation, the light touches, checking to see if you look uncomfortable or not.

❥ when it begins to become too much though, cloud’ll come up to you, saying something along the lines of how he needs you or needs your help and that it’s so urgent that you have to come with him asap.

❥ if you even insinuate that he got jealous though, he’ll deny it to the moon and back and say that it never happened. he may act like he doesn’t care, but don’t let it fool you. cloud cares about you way too much to let you be slobbered over at a bar by a disrespectful dude.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓩ACK — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i feel like zack’s semi into pda? as long as he’s not around the firsts or anybody important, especially angeal, then he just can’t wait to show you off. he can’t help it, poor boy loves you too much 😭 so because of the somewhat pda, i dont see a lot of people trying to flirt with you— especially knowing that your boyfriends a SOLDIER.

❥ i dont think he’d even notice at first, too busy talking to you to even notice that theres someone who has your attention also. i cant see anybody really trying to flirt with you though, zack’s like that one small dog who keeps yapping at your feet when you get to close to its owner.

❥ zack is very vocal!! if the person interrupts your conversation, he will blatantly call them out on it. he’d narrow his eyes at them and just say, “hello, i was talking to them??” because who interrupts people like that?? plain rude!!

❥ saw this in another post and i totally agree with it, zack’ll joke and joke with underlying messages behind these said ‘jokes’ and definitely has the mindset of, “what can they offer when you have me???” he just doesn’t see how they catch your attention or why they’re talking to you while hes sitting right there??

❥ will bend over backwards just for your attention, he will pout otherwise if he doesn’t get your full undivided attention after his attempts.

❥ will probably annoy the person after you’re gone by either passive-aggressively interrogating them or ranting about how in love he is with you. he’s like the cartoons where they hold their chin in their palm with heart eyes as they look up all dreamy with a giant thought bubble that’s just you. he can’t help it, he just loves you too much (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞!!1!1!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓢EPHIROTH — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ for pre nibelheim (because i miss soft and not crazy sephiroth), i cant see him getting all that much jealous? i guess he’d get more so protective if he sees someone all up on you— but otherwise, he’s pretty laid back about it. he puts a lot of his faith in you entrusting that you won’t break it, so i cant see him going crazy over it.

❥ i think sephiroth’s mature enough to not cause a scene even if he was jealous, though. he wouldn’t be petty or actively try to keep you away from anybody pre nibelheim, although he finds it amusing how they try to flirt with you.

❥ he especially has to have trust in you considering he’s a first class!! unless you are also a SOLDIER or you’re associated with shinra, you guys will spend semi-large gaps of times apart. he doesn’t think you’d betray him like that though, he’s mature enough to have a conversation if he’s really worried.

❥ sephiroth has his moments of insecurity, but usually when he’s off duty— he’ll be with you. i’m just imagining sitting at a bar with sephiroth as he’s literally right beside you while this persons trying to slide up next to you lol. i also don’t think sephiroth gets jealous because he knows his worth and know he can be intimidating when he wants to be!! even just his teasing makes people quiver in their fuckin boots lmao. i doubt anybody would wanna mess with a first class SOLDIER who’s fit and over 5’11” / 180cm.

❥ after they either get intimidated or realize their advances aren’t working and that you’re happily in a relationship with sephiroth and leave, he’ll chuckle to himself as he thinks aloud about how silly it was to even attempt to get with you, knowing who you’re with. on the off chance that he’s feeling a little possessive or something, he’s not one for pda but he might just give you a kiss after they leave and a quick murmur of amusement due to their foolishness.

❥ now!! post-nibelheim!! you’re not even gonna be out of his sight enough to be hit on considering he’s kinda like.. a war criminal in a sense 😭. he’s much more possessive in his little silly criminally existentially crisis insane arc, never letting you leave alone or even go out in public that often. he’s much more obsessed with you after his break, so if he finds someone even making advances on you?? ooh, boy.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓡ENO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ reno is one weird little dude, let me tell you that. every time i think of reno, i think of a cat. with a suit. suit cat.

❥ reno does get jealous a lot of the time, even if he is usually all up on you anyways. he still is a turk and also has to spend some time away from you, leading to overlapping thoughts of you while he’s away, maybe not even just possessive but also about if something happened to you. nothing could cure these thoughts better than a little phone sex, though.

❥ i’d like to think reno’s into pda as long as he’s not at work, poor rude having to witness wet kisses on your cheek with a lazy arm slung across your shoulder ever day. so i can’t really imagine anybody trying a bunch of stuff with you when usually— reno’s not too far behind.

❥ if reno happens to be not right next to you and he’s just doing his own thing and he happens to GLANCE AT YOU? AND HE SEES SOMEONE HITTING ON YOU?? instant slide next to you.

❥ he’s petty enough to start calling you all these pet names while he’s sitting next to you, wrapping his arm around you while he’s sizing the flirt up. he’ll look them up and down with a hard stare and maybe throw some passive aggressive comments every once in a while.

❥ he’ll probably make them uncomfortable (unless they wanna square up, because knowing reno, he might just charge if the person reciprocates his belligerent comments) so by the time they already leave, reno’s already whining against you as he asks what that was all about, acting all clueless afterwards. but you can tell just from the tone that laces his voice that he knows what he’s doing lol.

❥ he’s just a petty guy, maybe not so much possessive because i mean you can go out wherever you want wearing whatever you want (maybe after a small quickie at home if it’s something revealing), he can fend for you. he swears he’s your knight in shining armor no matter how much he teases you lmfao

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓐NGEAL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ now here’s the real knight in shining armor™!!!! angeal is your savior if you’re ever in an uncomfortable situation, although he doesn’t really get jealous at all— he’s just very observant of you.

❥ angeal has a whole thing about how in a relationship you must have faith and he’s very comfortable with both you and himself. he’s happy in your relationship and he is secure with himself!! if zack ever sees you two together and he’s like “(」°ロ°) 」??”, bombarding him with questions as usual, then i can just see angeal giving zack a talk on how to treat women and the gentleman way of approach— although zack is very respectful, it’s just in angeals nature to lecture.

❥ he won’t think anything of it when someone you know sits with you, you guys usually know each others relatives and friends well enough to trust them. but he’s a little iffy when a random stranger starts chatting you up.

❥ angeal obviously trusts you!! again, unless you’re a SOLDIER (which he wouldn’t prefer only because he worries about your well being), then you guys will have to spend some time apart. he has a lot of faith in you and will always write you when he’s away, letting you know he’s always thinking of you while you’re apart.

❥ if anything, he’ll save you if he notices you’re uncomfortable or something along those lines. he’ll swiftly say he needs your for something and apologizes to the person out of courtesy that he interrupted your guys’ conversation, but oh it���s so urgent, we must retreat!! and i must hold you hand in hand while we run off and do totally boring SOLDIER duties!!

❥ omfg then he pulls you aside and asks if you’re okay and ugh i just want him so bad. like sephiroth, he’ll also explain how foolish it was to even hit on you when you’re clearly happily in a relationship with him. you two’ll walk along back to hq (?) or whatever while you talk about how odd the encounter was.

❥ so in conclusion !! angeal is a gentleman and doesn’t get jealous / protective unless he thinks you’re in trouble or you’re clearly uncomfortable. angeal hewley to the rescue!!!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓖ENESIS — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ this dramatic bitch.

❥ genesis is so petty that he’ll probably consider the possibility that you’re flirting back? and then proceed to ignore you or leaving you off with some esoteric poetry while he tends to his duties. he is first class, after all.

❥ if he’s sitting right next to you though, and he hears that you’re not flirting with them. he’s petty enough like reno where he’ll suddenly be throwing out all these dramatic pet names and throw longing glances towards you, except he won’t even spare a glance towards the other person— simply only paying attention to you.

❥ id consider genesis a jealous person, but i do think that most of it strikes a protective instinct within him. he does understand that he’s also a first class SOLDIER meaning he’ll have to trust you, but he has way too much time on his hands to think. also like angeal where he’ll write you as much as he can— except he’ll send you mindless poems he writes or favored quotes of LOVELESS.

❥ in the case that you leave to go to the bathroom or any sort of occasion, genesis would probably scare the other person or make them feel uncomfortable as well. but when you return and they’re gone, he’ll act so clueless. all, “whatever do you mean, dearest?”

❥ another instance where i don’t think anybody would try anything with you. like angeal and sephiroth, genesis is a first class SOLDIER. everybody knows these dudes are the real shit (well, mainly only sephiroths talked about, but it applies to genesis and angeal too!!) so hes all smug parading you around as he side eyes every person who gawks at you. of course he knows you’re beautiful, but your beauty is too much for these fools to comprehend. so yes, he must glare at every single of them.

❥ and yes, also like his companions, he will jeer and whine about how silly it was to try that with you when you two are alone. i can even see genesis pulling a cloud and just whisking you away claiming you need to do something and then act like nothing happened afterwards. either that, or he’ll overdo it and claim to be your angel— no in between.

[elliezlils11utt]

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A/n: okay so im hyper sexual due to trauma and it’s getting pretty bad again, so i was thinking about how Ellie would react to hypersexual!reader! here’s for all my traumatized babes! 💋

parings: Ellie x hypersexual!reader!

WARINGS‼️‼️: this dabble contains reader who has gone through sexual harassment/assault, or any form of sexual trauma! there are no mentions of the act but talks about it happening in the past! resulting in hypersexuality!! if you are uncomfortable with this in any way please do not read ! :)

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༘ ⋆｡ ˚ it’s obviously kind of a hard thing to tell someone, especially a partner. so I think when telling her she would be super understanding. I think she would have a lot of questions and would take boundaries so seriously.

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ I also think that she would be like mad/concerned.? not at you or anything. but I kinda feel like Ellie having to sorta go through all that shit she would be mad at herself for not being there 4 you. :( even if you guys didn’t know each other at the time I feel like Ellie is js that typa gal.

‘༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ‘I’m so sorry you had to go through that baby!! are you okay now?’

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༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ‘I wish I coulda stoped it sweetheart, im sorry.’

then her mood would switch if she saw u we’re okay with talking about it.

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ‘I’m going to beat their ass !! name, address? social security number maybe…?’

༘ ⋆｡ ˚on days you wanted nothing to do with anything sexual she would never push any of that shit on you. she’s js a little cuddle bug !! I feel like if she was in the mood on one of these days she would ask and if you said no it was no biggy!

༘ ⋆｡ ˚speaking of, she needs verbal consent before anything. a nodd or body language has nothing to do with it atp. she needs you to tell her that everything she is doing is okay.

‘hey love is this okay?’

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‘how you feelin, wanna continue babe?’

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‘pretty girl, can I touch you?’

༘ ⋆｡ ˚now on days your the horniest mother fucker around she totally feeds into it. I mean who wouldn’t? when you go through hypersexual episodes she will do anything to make sure ur satisfied and okay !

༘ ⋆｡ ˚now during these episodes if she found that you may feel icky about urself and thoughts she will make sure to love you extra in every way! and if you feel icky after sex she will take the aftercare till the max and won’t leave it side for the next 5 hours!! (AWAHHH)

༘ ⋆｡ ˚Ellie wants you to know that there is nothing wrong with you. all she wants to do is make you comfortable. she loves you !!

A/n: my fluff fics never do well but I needed to share this because hyper-sexuality isn’t represented enough and the effects of sa and what it can do isn’t talked about enough. so I thought I’d make a cute little Ellie fluff comfort fic about it to help anyone who is going through a hypersexual episode right now!! I love you all and you are seen.

[milliumizoomi]

armando headcanons w his gf that is the total opposite of him? kind of like grumpy x sunshine? 😫

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

☆彡SUMMARY.; In which Armando doesn’t understand why for the love of god he fell in love with such a hyperactive woman.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x FEM!READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP || GRUMPY x SUNSHINE

☆彡FORMAT.; HEADCANONS

☆彡GENRE.; FLUFF + CRACK + ANGST [if you squint]

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mature Language, mentions of violence, mentions of guns, mentions of possessiveness,

☆彡NOTES.; no cause I saw this request and immediately knew this was gon be tewwww funny😭,, thank u soooo much for the request love and I hope you all enjoy!!🩵

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🎉.

★ firstly, I’d like to preface this by saying that you both met through his dad.. in a roundabout type of way

★ He was working a case with his dad, got shot at, the usual, shooter missed and you, an innocent bystander, almost got a hole put in your body had he not snatched you out of the way

★ and after that, he just became interested in you

★ his dad even game him a phone just so he can call and text you

★ and to be honest he wonders why.. because you’re “strange” he says

★ maybe it’s the fact that you didn’t even flinch when you almost got shot at, opting to thank him with a bright and warm smile

★ or maybe it’s the fact that as your relationship progressed, you found out who he was and what he does for a living and simply shrugged it off

★ he genuinely doesn’t get it.. at all

★ but you barely give him enough time to keep him thinking about that when every second you’re with him you’re practically bouncing off the walls

★ the both of you couldn’t be any different

★ you were practically a ball of hot radioactive energy, always laughing or smiling about anything at all

★ while he liked staying quiet, and when he does open his mouth it’s straight disrespect to anyone he’s taking to

★ so naturally, he finds you hard to deal with at times

★ not in the sense that he’s irritated with you, but in the sense that he wants to knock you out just so you can calm down

★ and if someone irritates him, you’d have to step in and excuse him before he can say anything that would get a gun pointed in his face or a fight breaks out

★ and when he’s around, you get fully dependent of him

★ seeming that he’s not around a lot having been in jail, whenever he does come out, whether it be a couple weeks or even months, whenever you get to see him it’s like you turn your brain off and let him make all the decisions

★ and as much as he hates to admit it, he actually doesn’t mind when you act like that (he loves it)

★ you act so wise eyed and elated everytime you’re with him

★ which throws off a lot of people in his circle of “associates” as he likes to call them

★ because how the hell did this happy go lucky woman get this is cold blooded murderer

★ and then you’ll just tell them “he’s hot and I love him so it works out”

★ and with you being so hyper and energetic, he’d definitely be reeling you in some of the time

★ he’d wouldn’t be rude with it though, but he’s very firm with you

★ like if he thinks you’re getting too loud when you’re in a group and having a conversation he’d be pull you into him by your waist so your back is on his chest

★ then he’d whisper in your, “calma tu trasero mamá” (Calm down your ass, mama)

★ and you ofc listened cause like.. who wouldn’t???

★ because of your personality, people tend to flock around you a lot, loving the energy you give off

★ he however, doesn’t play that shit and will tell people to back the fuck up

★ especially when he realizes that you’re starting to get uncomfortable

★ he’s possessive as shit so anybody he doesn’t know he doesn’t want crowding you or being in your space

★ you’d also bite him a lot and he’d let you

★ simply because your bites barely feel like anything since his pain tolerance is so high from all the fights and shoot outs he’s been in

★ and eventually, whenever you do manage to wear yourself out, he’ll carry you, whether it’s on his back or he picks you up by your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist

★ you definitely made him softer, to the people he knows like his dad and stuff, but that’s about it

★ and whenever he does get mad at you, he can’t even say he’s actually angry because you’d be smiling in his face

★ and when he is in jail and you go visit him, you carry his favorite foods and stuff and put little sticky notes with smiley faces and I love you messages that he can only crack a little smile and shake his head at

★ and seeming that your always so happy, you smile doing anything at all, and he loves that cause he thinks your smile is so pretty

★ that doubled with the fact that he finds your lips extremely sexy for some reason

★ and he’s actually very protective over you

★ type of boyfriend to say “wear what you want, I can fight”

★ you definitely soften up his image while with him

★ usually he’s the silent, intense type when he’s alone, but when you’re standing next to him, smiling up and him and pulling at him to go somewhere with you then the intensity goes down somewhat

★ that’s only cause he’s looking at you tho, when he has to look away from you that intensity comes right back

★ firmly believe also if and when he comes to you with injuries, you take care of them until you’re sure they’re all cleaned and wrapped properly

★ in private, he loves when you wash his hair or doing hair for him while you’re yapping away about something that happened while you were out that day

★ so in conclusion, you stress him out in the best way possible and he makes you put all you social abilities to good use to get his ass out of trouble

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[floralflytrap]

heyyy, could you do kay/o, cypher, and maybe omen with a crush on the new agent? thank youu ^^

KAY/O, Cypher and Omen with a Crush on the New Agent

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Hiya anon! Sorry for how late this reply is, but I live to see the light ToT <3 better late than never……..

KAY/O

Robots don’t have crushes… right?

KAY/O genuinely thought that he couldn’t have crushes… until he did

When you first arrived and asked about his opinion on you by Cypher he responded with “They’re attractive” and when asked to elaborate he said “Scientifically speaking”

There was NO science in this romance only pure adoration

You were fascinated with KAY/O when you first joined the protocol and spent a whole day hanging out around him or asking people about him

If anyone suggested you liked him, he was quick to decline

Also dealt with personal conflicts involving his own beliefs. He thought liking you meant that he was unable to do his job

Turns out he’s even more of a robo-killer when faced with the idea that you could die

Anytime you acknowledge his selflessness he responds humbly with a good old “It’s part of my programming”

He’s a liar, Killjoy can back that fact up

But it’s okay cause he’s whipped but in denial about it

No way he’s initiating anything with you romantically, not because he doesn’t like you, because he DOES, but he’s just afraid of the consequences

You guys are totally a power duo and it’s a vibe :) good for you guys!

CYPHER

The detective agency called, they want their job back.

As soon as you walk in this man is DETERMINED to know more about you, but he understands that being a new agent can be overwhelming so he kinda just… observes from a substantial distance

He really doesn’t stalk you, but he seems to perk up and become more vigilant when you walk in the room

At first he just thinks he’s trying to sus out the new agent

Until he talks to Killjoy and she’s just like “be forreal.”

Yeah maybe he does like you a little bit (a lot!)

Cypher talks to Phoenix about how he should scope out your opinion on himself. Phoenix looked amused throughout the whole discussion.

“Looks like someone’s got the hots for the newbie”

Teasing is underway

At some point Jett catches on to Cypher’s little crush too and works with Phoenix to conveniently place you two in situations where you are interacting

The two of you actually start to bond from this method

Missions together are fun, you value his ability to gather information but definitely question him because you HAVE to know if he’s caught onto your deepest, darkest secrets.

You two always have each other’s backs and compliment each other nicely in missions

You guys see the increase in missions where you are paired together as Brimstone gladly valued the teamwork

Cypher doesn’t let his emotions overwhelm him during battle when he sees you getting hurt, but when you get back to base he insists on patching you up

“You’re new, just let me help out, okay?”

He cares for you dearly and that is something very precious, even if his methods of acting on that admiration are a bit… obscure at first, you adore him anyway!

OMEN

Omen is unsure how to act at first when you arrive.

He’s unsure why he is so interested in you and it makes him uncomfortable that he can’t pinpoint why that was

After very obscure and indirect discussions with members of the protocol, particularly Fade and Cypher, the idea of Omen having a crush on you was put into his mind

He avoided you like the plague for a good week after that— not because he didn’t care, but rather that he was scared

Omen didn’t seek you out himself, but rather let you speak to him when you wanted to.

Oh boy did he speak to you!

Any agent who observed you two converse was in awe that Omen was not only going along with it, but seemingly content.

You’d definitely need to be responsible for initiating anything— Omen feels too disconnected from you to reassure himself so he’s left too scared to communicate with you.

After a few months go by though, and after a rough mission that you both were on became a near death trap, Omen finally confessed everything.

You two became an unexpected but extremely cute couple! You brought out a softer side that a lot of agents didn’t expect.

He definitely would knit you a bunch of gifts. Very cute :)

[beachf4gz]

I recently was able to restart my adhd meds after a few months of them being out of stock so I have been reading wayyy more DE fanfic again, and something I find kind of interesting is how prominant certain in-game choices are in regards to Harry's fanon characterisation. I understand why the communist route and sorry-cop copotype are by far the most common ways ppl write Harry- I think most people playing the game end up identifying with those dialogue options and therefor end up following those routes (and its a fairly big time commitment to replay with the intention of seeing all the different route you could take)- but I do sometimes really wish there was more writing for the different copotypes and political orientations because the ways Harry's internal processes and position in the world are affected are REALLY interesting to me. I completely understand being uncomfortable (or just uninterested) by the idea of exploring an ultraliberal, moralist or facist character- I think fanfiction as a medium is compelling in part because you are conveying your own relationship to a piece of work, including your own moral reactions and beliefs applied upon the work's characters- but I think DE includes the option to *play as* a character occupying these roles (rather than just presenting them through npcs) in order to invite players to experience and examine the act of being these things both internally and within social contexts.

I think Harry can be fascinating and heartbreaking as a character study in any of these routes, and the gameplay can feel radically different between them even following the same plot. For example, I found the moralist route deeply evocative. It has an uneasy, desperate feeling to it as someone struggles to occupy the in-group, to live in normalcy and civility in the face of their own world ending. It creates an odd position for Harry as accutely disabled and vulnerable- contrasting percieved social acceptance and safety with the tearing of reality "as it should be" at the failure of the social mechanisms he believes in to meet their promise of happiness or safety. The gameover at the statue left me genuinely stunned when I first got it, its sort of horrifying in it's bluntness, and I found it really upsetting in this specific raw way. Its an excellent way of demonstrating, emotionally, the failure and cruelty of liberalism upon those who believe in it- but also its devastating for Harry's character as he is presented through the moralist dialogue. I also found it rlly compelling how the honor cop dialogue options explore Harry as a person seeking dignity in the face of their social ostracisation, and how apocalypse-cop explores the social modes of someone who has fallen out of the "normal reality space", how impaired his ability to live is in response to a full awareness of overwhelming, total threat. I'm not good at writing essays and stuff, idk if I'm explaining this well, but all of the routes are written with such an intimate and personal examination of how it *feels* to occupy different modes of being- of the way the world will treat you if you interact with it in certains ways, or the person you will be and the emotional shape your life will form depending on your framework. I think its kind of abstract and difficult to write properly, but I think its something you can reaaaallly sink yourself into if you find Harry a compelling character- I personally do (lmao) and its something I love seeing whenever I get the chance. I get the appeal of Harry as an exccentric mentally ill communist whose political beliefs are, in social contexts, extentions of his rejection of social norms and position as othered under liberal belief- I do also just enjoy the fact that this version of Harry is only one mode of being he could occupy, and the varying ways in which he is socially, emotionally or cognitively enabled/disabled by other modes of being, and the position the game takes in exploring them all as choices or as routes and reactions by the same person- as someone afloat and disempowered in the world attempting to find "how to live".

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Obsession Headcanons with Wade Wilson

A/N: Apparently I love pre-relationship headcanons because here we are again. They can totally be read as in-relationship too; just ignore a few of the points

As always, do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable!!

Written for this request

CW: possessiveness, obsession, clinginess, touching, stalking, lying, Reader is called babycakes once, stealing, plotting deaths, emotional manipulation, I think elements of this can be considered gaslighting?, dubcon relationship, yandere behavior, creepy behavior

Wade being possessive and obsessive would include…

Clinginess

From the moment he met you, Wade was clingy

But once he realizes just how much you mean to him?

It gets so much worse

Every time you two hang out, he’s touching you in some way

Arm around the shoulders or playing with your hair or laying on your lap

He has to be touching you

Stalking

He’s following you around

Not even when you’re with people

Though it gets much worse when you are

But just… casually

He’s following you to your favorite hangouts. To your work. To where you get your hair cut

He’s following you everywhere

And when you’re with people?

That’s when he starts to show himself

Just little glimpses here and there

Enough to make you doubt yourself without giving anything away

Lying

Of course, he lies about it

“A stalker? Me? Come on, babycakes, you know me better than that”

But he also starts lying about other things

About his job. His life. Making it seem like he’s cleaning up his act

Anything to get your attention and warmth

Stealing

He would absolutely steal your stuff

He does it little by little

Just clothes you never wear or things you wouldn’t miss

Then he gets bolder

Stealing underwear and shirts you love

Pretending you left them over at his place

All so he can bury his face against them and pretend for a moment that it’s you

Plotting

If you even think about someone else while he’s with you, Wade’s plotting to get rid of them

New friend at work? ‘Mysteriously’ goes missing

Old friend from school? Oops, turns out he’s now a super spy working for evil and must be stopped

Family member stopping by? Car accident

He’s slowly but surely pulling you away from others, bringing you closer to him and only him

Emotional manipulation

And the cherry on top?

It’s when he starts ‘opening up’ to you

Trusting you with secrets about him

About his past

About what he went through

Making you sympathize and relate and understand him

Emotional nights leading to moments together

Stolen kisses after a crying session

Sleeping together after a particularly vulnerable night

One thing after another until you’re in a relationship before you can say no

And once you’re in it, he’s doing everything in his power to keep you there

[districtsleepsalonetonight]

Was reading a headcanon post earlier about Dean and consent while rewatching the kiss scene in Caged Heat and something occurred to me about Dean’s awareness of Cas’s consent to things.

When he sees Meg kiss Cas, we see Dean’s reaction behind them.

He frowns, glances at Sam, looking annoyed, opens his mouth as though to say something, and then actually makes a move to step towards them-you can see he’s moving forward just after Meg breaks away from Cas.

Bear in mind the last time Dean saw Cas in any potential sexual/romantic situation, it was the brothel and it was blatantly obvious that Cas wasn’t comfortable.

Then when Cas takes hold of Meg and initiates a kiss himself, we see Dean’s reaction differs. He still looks flustered, mildly annoyed (pointing at the wall to remind them silently of the approaching dogs) and then shrugs. He doesn’t have the same irritated reaction and doesn’t make any move towards them.

Then when Cas breaks away, Dean looks at him questioningly. Could both be a “What the hell are you doing right now?” questioning look and also a “What did you think?” questioning look.

It’s only when Cas says “I learnt that from the Pizza Man” that Dean seems to fully stand down from the “ready to move in if anything’s wrong” stance.

On another note, when Dean realises that Cas is fine- it’s pretty interesting to see what his face does.

There’s a sort of bewildered expression as he looks away from Cas, as though he’s still trying to compute what he’s just seen and his eyes actually widen as he looks down at the end of the shot. In fact, the shot actually focuses on Dean specifically in that moment, not any of the others-it’s Dean’s reaction to the kiss that’s important.

It makes more sense when you remember Dean has never seen Cas acting consensually in any romantic situation before-in fact, I think Jensen mentioned later on (as to why Dean was so surprised by Cas’s love confession) that he wasn’t even sure angels could feel those things. Up until now, Dean’s teasing Cas with flirty remarks has mostly seemed to go over Cas’s head. Even earlier in the episode, when Cas is watching porn, he didn’t seem to properly understand what was going on.

Now, Dean’s suddenly having this realisation that-oh. Cas does get some stuff about sex. Cas does kiss. Oh. That’s a whole new side to Cas. (It actually looks quite similar to the expression he does in Changing Channels when Gabe calls Cas “pretty”. There’s an expression then that’s sort of “Wait-is he?” as though he’s always been somewhat aware of it but this is the first time it’s been acknowledged out loud.)

It allows him to acknowledge Cas in a whole new way he didn’t before. Because previously Cas seemed to totally lack interest in sex, so in many ways, it would have been safe to flirt with him and tease him, because it feels off-limits.

Now, though? He’s seeing Cas make out with someone right there, in front of him. It’s impossible to ignore this whole new side to Cas. So maybe Cas can get Dean’s references and jokes. Maybe Cas does get more of the personal space thing than he lets on. Cas can want at least kissing, and what does that mean?

It, in a way, gives Dean permission to let himself see Cas that way properly-as a being that can want sex-for the very first time. And that seems to simultaneously intrigue him and almost scare him. Because having permission to see Cas in that way lets him acknowledge things that he didn’t have to acknowledge before.

But digressing…

Dean’s annoyance in the scene didn’t just originate from Cas kissing someone-it originated from him not being sure if Cas was OK with what was going on. He’s seen Cas be deeply unsure/uncomfortable in the brothel (which, funny as it was, wasn’t Dean’s best moment overall), doesn’t know how he’s going to react and actually makes a move towards them as though he’s going to try to stop Meg kissing him or make sure Cas is OK.

Once he realises Cas is onboard, he stops moving forward-he actually moves back a little-and even slightly holds his hands up in a shrug. While he still looks uncomfortable and flustered, he’s no longer angry.

Dean wanted to be sure that Cas was all right with what was going on, was prepared to step in if Cas was uncomfortable, and backed off when he realised Cas was OK. Not only is this Dean showing a good awareness of consent, it’s also a nice bit of character development from the brothel episode the previous season, where Cas was pretty uncomfortable and Dean did-as well as he meant it-keep pushing him.

Then, Dean was keen on giving Cas more human experiences. Now, Dean’s more conscious of letting Cas go at his own pace and he’s prepared to step in if others aren’t letting that happen too. As well as Cas becoming more accepting of human behaviour, Dean is also making adjustments for Cas.

And Cas seems aware of this. Check out where he looks when he realises Meg has taken his angel blade:

He realises it’s gone and must know immediately who’s taken it-but he looks straight at Dean, almost in a way that’s a little annoyed. As though he almost wants to ask Dean why he didn’t intervene to stop Meg taking the blade (not necessarily the kiss).

And he looks at Dean instinctively. Instinctively, he’s come to know that Dean will step in to help him in (particularly human) situations where he’s out of his depth. It’s an instinctive glance before he turns back to glare at Meg.

So it’s not just that Dean’s adjusting for Cas-Cas is aware of that adjustment and it just deepens his attachment to Dean.

And yeah-for the first time in this scene, Dean has to acknowledge that he can think of Cas as not being some off-limits angel-but as someone who could actually want sex and intimacy. Which makes anything he himself may feel more possible and more terrifying.

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

More "Bumblebee and Optimus meeting as ✨Adults✨ but still being Father and Son" stuff I came up with, plus extra because I can't get these chuckle-fucks out of my head.

Link to my prev. post for context. incase yall missed it bc I'm not explaining myself, we're just diving right into the deep end

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Bee knows Optimus isn't one for physical affection, and he fully understands and accepts that. He doesn't want to make Optimus uncomfortable by disrespecting one of his boundaries, that's just a shit thing to do. And Bumblebee is not a shit person. But... he's also desperate. Look, being deprived of physical parental affection your whole life fucks you up something good, let Bumblebee tell you, it makes you do some odd shit just to get a taste of what you've been missing out on. And! And most of the stuff Bumblebee has done are perfectly normal things to do! Plenty of casual stuff, leaning against his chair to look at what Optimus is working on, high fives and fist bumps (Optimus rarely, if ever, does these but for Bee he'll do anything just to make him smile, see Optimus acting totally normal about his feelings what are you talking about), leaning against him for a second when he's tired, totally normal! There are, less normal things, like when one of Bee's legs nearly got torn off on a mission and Optimus had to carry him back to base and Bee curled up close in Optimus's arms the whole time- because of the pain, totally 100% definitely only the pain that was Not mostly taken care of by some field anesthetics. It felt nice to be carried like a kid, sue him.

Getting injured is a special case with giving and taking affection. For example, when Bumblebee had to drag Optimus to a med bay after he passed out from a mission. They were walking into the common room together; Optimus was telling Bee he was fine when he CLEARLY wasn't because he didn't want to wake the medics for something as Trivial as THEIR LEADER and FREIND'S HEALTH (Bee is this close to strangling him) when Optimus just pitched over onto the floor.

Optimus, clearly tried and hurt: I will be fine, there is no need to wake the medics, I just need some energ... *faceplants*

Bumblebee: What did I say? What did fragging I say?! *Hefts Optimus's limp body onto his shoulders* fragging, stupid, slagging, moron, 'I don't need a medic, I'll be fine' he says, if I had been the one doing this, you would have torn the base apart getting the medics up, fragging idiot. *drags Optimus's body out of the room*

Optimus: *Mumbles something about not wanting to bother anyone*

Bumblebee: Too fragging bad, big man, you are going to take care of yourself and you're going to like it!

So now Bee has to drag a bot much bigger than him back down the hall and into the Medbay, just because Optimus was being fucking stupid. Yes it looks as funny as you're thinking. Optimus is semi-conscious but delirious as they make their way down the halls of the base and says "I don't want to take anything that would be better served helping any of you, I care about all of you so much I don't want to see you hurt. I love you." and Bumblebee's like Optimus, I feel so loved and so angry right now, but fuck what you want you're getting taken care of. No, you did not just make my fucking day, I lOve yoU tOo dAd-. He gets Optimus into the medbay on a berth then goes to forcibly wake the medics up to calm himself down because he is seconds from crying.

Optimus eventually gets better with affection, and now Bee gets a hug whenever he asks. He has yet to come down from this high.

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Bumblebee calls Megatron his "Shit Ex-Stepfather". The entirety of team prime thinks this is hilarious. Even Optimus can't help but smile, though he tries to hide it. Someone, probably Jazz, changed Megatron's file name to "Worlds Worst Stepfather". After the war, if Megatron is still alive, he will mysteriously acquire some kind of award saying "Cybertron's #1 Worst Stepfather". He is very confused.

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If you could get Optimus drunk, he would become such a sap. Like, insufferably soft and emotional. And he would be talking about Bee damn near the whole time. He would be so annoying.

Optimus: *Drunk* Did I ever tell you about Bumbl-bee? He's, he's my boy, my bumble boy, my gold'n boy, my buzzy boy, my sweet cheese. An, he's really yellow, you'll know it's him, he looks like- he's really yellow, it's hard not to see him, but he's really really good at sneaking. Even though he's so yellow. He can sneak around so good, no one sees him. I can see him, 'cause he's my boy. He can sneak around and nooo one finds him, 'cept me, 'cause he's my boy. He can hide so good, he hid under sshockwave's chest once. Riiiight under his eye, his big purple eye. Bee's so funny, he tells such funny stories. He tells his stories better then me, they're a lot funnier. I'm not good at funny stories. He's really good at it. He's really good at lots of things. Bee's so cool. I'm so happy he's here, he's so cool and funny and nice and cool. And he fights real good too, he's so cool. he once- Bee once punched my ex once, right in the face. Riiight in the kisser, just, boosh. My ex sucks, Bee's so cool. I like him, he's my boy. An-and he taught himself how to do aaaaall the cool things he does. He didn't have anyone to teach him, he did it all by himself. All alone... I wish I met him sooner, when he was small. He says he was really cute when he was small and I want to see him small. I like him big though, he's really fun when he's big. He's- *Sobs* He's my booooy, and I love him so muuuuch.

This continues for hours. Luckily he never drinks so no has to suffer through this.

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If you thought Optimus was the Serial Adopter, you'd be wrong. It's Bumblebee. No bot is safe from his clutches. He scoops up family members like a pelican scoops fish. Optimus is barely aware of how many family members he technically has, he stopped keeping track a long time ago.

Bumblebee: *Bursting into the room dragging some bot he was on an extended mission with* OPTIMUS, I GOT ATTACHED AGAIN YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER FAMILY MEMBER

Optimus: *Not looking up from his data pad* That's great, son, go put it with the rest.

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Optimus would be such a good grandparent. In the future, after the war ends, Bumblebee comes into possession of a kid; whether he finds someone and takes them under his wing or he just fucking makes one, I don't know nor care, but he gets a kid. And when he introduces them to Optimus, Optimus just fucking melts. He was already a huge softie before but he's so much worse now. He goes full grandma mode. He has snacks in his pockets (or whatever bots have) that he sneaks to the kid every time he sees them. He gives them money at random. You best believe he would destroy anything that even looked at his grandbaby wrong (Bee: Optimus, stop attacking the door. Optimus, the door just bumped them, they're fine. Dad stop, omp(rimus))

The "Bee finds a kid and both of them get attached and now are a family" is the funnier option. Because the kid knows who these guys are, they saved Cybertron. The kid's still getting used to having Bee as their guardian, so when they meet the 13th Prime: Holder of the Matrix of Leadership, Savior of Cybertron, they don't expect Dotting Grandparent Extraordinaire.

Bumblebee: and this is Optimus Prime. He's your Grandpa.

The kid : *nervous* He's my what?

Optimus: *on the verge of tears* mY grAnDbABy-

The "Bee made a kid" version is still pretty funny.

Bumblebee: *Exasperated* Optimus, give me my child back.

Optimus: *violently crying* nO, It'S mY bAbY nOW.

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Imagine, if you will, Optimus and Bumblebee sitting on a roof together, not talking, not touching, just watching the sun set. Just enjoying the silence together, maybe with some energon to go with it. Because they get it, oh they get it. Sometimes you just need to be alone with someone. That good mutual respect and love from a found family that understands you. this is why I need bee to be an adult, I need both of them to be hurting and find some comfort in each other, to find solace in each other, to be a family and to be equals, is that too much to ask?

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A list of things Bumblebee is allowed to get away with:

Interrupting Meetings to Tell Optimus Something, important or not (hi dad)

Casually touching the Usually Touch Adverse Optimus (Physical affection ftw)

Calling Optimus out on his self-sacrificial bullshit (you're going to see the medics and you're going to like it, old man)

Using the three points above to drag Optimus into the Medbay by force (Ratchet is so smug about this)

Getting Optimus to do something fun and relaxing (father son bonding time, as Bee says.)

Swearing aggressively (for everyone else it's unprofessional, for Bee its therapeutic. He stretches this excuse as far as it goes)

Making Insulting comments about others to their face (look they deserve it if the Perpetually Friendly Bumblebee is saying it)

Talking about Megatron (Usually team prime avoids talking about Megsy outside of war related convos out of respect for Optimus's history with him. Bumblebee does not give a shit, Megatron is a bitch and he's going to make his opinions known (Everyone thinks it's funny dw))

Illegal activities (this fucker street races in every universe, you think he isn't doing shit like this on the daily?)

Murder

Stealing/Sneaking snacks (he shares with Optimus)

Making jokes about Optimus being his dad (he thinks it's funny bc they're not related and they met like 6 years ago. Optimus explodes with emotion every time bc you consider me good enough to be your dad?)

Bee is a fucking menace, Optimus loves him so much.

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Misc. funny word vomit I came up with that have no context, reason, or sense

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Optimus is working at a desk focusing on some data pads. A tiny energon cube flies into frame, bouncing off Optimus's forehead and landing on the desk. Optimus grabs the cube and eats it without looking up from the datapad. A few minutes pass, another energon cube flies and bounces off Optimus's head. He eats it without looking. Bumblebee is sitting off to the side in the room with Optimus with a bag of energon snacks, periodically throwing one at the distracted Prime. This is Bee's and Ratchet's newest scheme to get Optimus to actually eat, and it's working splendidly. (Actually, Bumblebee originally was throwing the energon onto the desk, but over time he got bored and started just throwing the cubes directly at Optimus. He hasn't noticed any of the cubes hitting him at all, so Bee's started trying to do trick shots.)

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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Bumblebee?"

"Absolutely, now throw me."

"Alright... Three, two, one- Ngha!"

*distant loud metal slam*

"..."

*distantly* "I'm good! We're in business!"

*quietly* "oh thank primus..."

*distantly* "Okay, I'm done. I'm coming back down."

"Wait-"

*distantly* "Hup!"

*loud crashing metal noises*

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It's early morning, everyone got back to base late the night before. Everyone is tired. Optimus is sitting at the table in the common room, slowly drinking a cube of energon. His eyes are half open and bleary. Bumblebee is beside him, head in his hand, dozing. Bee's head falls from his hand and slams onto the table. Optimus doesn't even blink at the noise, just takes a sip of energon.

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Bumblebee takes a lot of pictures. Mostly of his team. He's pretty sneaky about it too, usually just taking a capture from his visual feed and saving it to his personal datapad. And at a glance none of the pictures are all that special, captures of a group of bots hanging out between missions, selfies of Bee and company on missions, drunken mishaps, quiet moments, he's got this really funny one of Cliffjumper stuck in a storage closet, but Bee keeps all these photos out of sight. The others are aware of his habit but they never see most of the photos, they never ask. Bee only opens his photos folder when ever he has a quiet moment alone and just scrolls through, reminiscing. His favorites are the ones where he caught someone's genuine smile. Sometimes they're in the background of a larger group shot, or it's just them smiling at Bee in conversation. He's got a lot of Optimus's smile. Optimus doesn't smile a lot, but he always seems to smile when Bee's around. Bee's proud that he can do that for him.

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this could literally be anyone on team prime: *teasing* You playing favorites, Prime? Giving Bumblebee all this special treatment is making the rest of us feeling left out.

Optimus: You all treat him the exact same way I do.

again, literally anyone on team prime: ... Touché, Boss bot, touché...

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After spending an extended period of time in close proximity to Megatron (for what ever reason), Bumblebee and Optimus talk.

Bee: You had terrible taste in partners.

Optimus: *sighs*

Bee: Physically, I can see the appeal, but everything else is a wild thing to say yes to.

Optimus: ...

Bee: His personality, his interests- just why none of that clocked you onto how fragged up he would be is beyond me.

Optimus: ........

Bee: You're not stupid, I hope that your next partner will be leagues better than him. Ratchet maybe, oh or Elita, they would make great partners (and even better step-parents), or maybe-

Optimus: CanwePleasestoptalkingaboutmylovelife??

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Bumblebee: If you get back together with Megatron I'm disowning you.

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BB: This is... so dumb.

OP: The higher I am the better I can see.

BB: You can- You can fly.

OP: Hush now Bumblebee! I am searching...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk man, brain rot hits something different when I think about it for long periods of time

[lady0ctavia]

How They are When Jealous (Allies)

Headcanons for how I think the Hetalia characters would act when they're jealous of someone hitting on their S/O.

America: Out of everyone, Alfred is the least prone to jealousy. Part of this may be because he is just a little bit dense, but it's also largely because of his self-image. I mean, so what if a guy flirts with you, or tells you you're pretty? He has enough self-confidence to believe you wouldn't leave him. Not to mention he has total trust in you. But make no mistake, if a guy is getting too close, too friendly, or making inappropriate comments, that's when the fists come out. I can also see him getting a little jealous if you flirt back with the guy, unintentionally or not. If that were to happen, he'd mope about it.

England: Arthur is passive aggressive as Hell when he's jealous. Now, he trusts you enough to know you wouldn't flirt with anybody else. But even so, he doesn't like feeling as though someone is eyeing his sweetheart. If he finds a man giving you extra attention, he's quick to stand by your side and join the conversation, subtly throwing in a few comments about how you're his, and how he's an absolutely invincible British gentleman (kudos to you if you get the reference). He may even throw some thinly veiled insults the man's way, leaving the other guy wondering what just happened.

France: Francis is a man who believes that love is one of the strongest forces on Earth, and as such, your bond resonates with the same power. But that doesn't stop Francis from getting jealous when someone flirts with you. While he can understand someone stopping by to appreciate your beauty, he gets a little irritated when someone seems to take a liking to you, only intercepting it if you get uncomfortable or signal that you need help. If not, he'll be moping about it once you get home, and you'll have to reassure him that you love him more than anything.

Russia: Despite being such a loving and attentive partner, he can still be a little bit childish and immature. And this often shows up when/if he gets jealous of someone hitting on you. Now this seldom ever happens, as he's fairly clingy and always by your side. But on the off chance a guy finds you alone and hits on you, Ivan would quickly and silently be by your side in an instant. He wouldn't say much initially, only standing just behind you with an intensely threatening aura. And if that doesn't scare the guy off, Ivan will threaten him with a smile on his face, prompting you to have to get him to calm down. He's actually somewhat similar to Lovino, in that's he's afraid you'll leave him. Which is, of course, something he'd have to work on.

China: Seeing as he's basically an old man, Yao is too mature for jealousy. He doesn't think about it, and it seldom ever crosses his mind. If a guy is talking to you, or even flirting, he doesn't think twice about the attention you're giving the guy. Mainly because you know better than to flirt with another man when you already have Yao. I dunno what else to say here. I just cannot see him getting too jealous. He has more important things to worry about.

Canada: Matthieu isn't the jealous type, but he is insecure. So when another guy talks to you and begins flirting, he gets a little unsettled. Wondering if you may like this guy more than him. He'll be as polite and cordial as possible, quietly walking up to you two and asking what the two of you are talking about, maybe even giving you a small kiss on the temple to send the guy a message.

[five-bi-five-mind]

Carina x Reader.

The Italian shows off her possessive and dominant side when she sees reader talking/flirting with someone at the bar.

Preferably degradation first then with praise, wouldn’t mind strap too(on either!) , marking, spanking, overstimulation and edging 😍🙏🏻

Can You Do That For Me?

Fandom: Station 19

Pairing: Carina DeLuca x fem!reader

Words: 5.4k+

Genre: Smut

Summary: Carina has a possessive side and even if you're oblivious to how jealous you're making her, she's definitely going to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: slight degradation & praise; slight dom/sub dynamics; marking; strap-on use (r receiving); a tiny bit of spanking; oversitulation; jealous/possessive behavior; dumbification; fingering (r receiving); oral (r receiving); edging; kinda rough sex; top!Carina, bottom!r; mirror sex; if I forgot something let me know...

A/N: I might have gone a little soft on some of the things you requested but I hope you like this. This is basically just pure and utter smut oops... also wanna note I only have completed one year of Italian so DeepL was my friend.

It was almost entertaining how clueless you could be. Carina watched from a distance as you chatted up a few people around the bar. She hadn’t even left your side for that long before you were surrounded. The gala she took you to was packed with familiar faces, so she had to go be personable and greet everyone who came. You insisted on getting both of you a drink while she went and talked to people you didn’t really know. To be honest, you were a little uncomfortable at these things. Usually, Carina would keep you clung to her side and even show you off a little bit as her girlfriend. However, this time things were a little bit too busy for her to do that. So, despite Carina’s hesitation, you parted for just a few minutes. Of course, the minute you did the one thing she didn’t want happening happened. 

There were people on all sides of you, chatting you up and you returned their predatory smiles with an innocent one of your own. Carina couldn’t blame them, honestly. You were, after all, wearing a tight little dress that she picked out just for you. If she couldn’t stop staring at the way it hugged your curves and accentuated your legs, then it would only make sense that others were doing the same exact thing. 

Carina couldn’t help the jealous frown she was wearing when she watched as someone ignored your protests to buy you a drink and put in the order anyways. She rolled her eyes when you took it with an apologetic smile. She could practically hear the excuses you were making, “oh you didn’t have to do that” or “that’s so nice of you” or maybe even “let me buy you the next one.” Of course, that drink you were getting for the both of you was forgotten at this point. You were just too surrounded and busy trying to please the crowd of strangers to figure out a polite way to tear yourself away from them. 

You poor thing, she thought. You had absolutely no idea that these people were trying to hit on you. She had tried to get you to understand once before that people who act the way this crowd around you was acting wanted only one thing for you: To have you the way only Carina could have you. Of course, you tried to see the best in people and would never jump to the same (albeit accurate) conclusion that she did. Carina even warned you that the way you were dressed tonight would attract attention. Even if she picked it out for you, she still wanted you to be aware of the reactions it could cause in other people. 

Yet, there you were totally oblivious and sipping on a drink that someone else bought you. People were closing in on you a little too much for her liking. She decided she needed to do something to change that soon, but maybe she’d wait it out just a little bit. See if you actually would catch on to what was going on around you. 

Only, you really didn’t. You kept laughing innocently at whatever bad joke Carina was sure would make her roll her eyes. If she was being honest, you were being a little too friendly toward them for her liking. At this point, you had to know what you were doing, right? Of course, Carina would still bet that you really didn’t. 

What made her finally decide to make her way towards you and the group of flirty people that surrounded you was when one of them decided to be bold enough to actually touch you. It was brief. You barely even noticed it, but Carina did. She thanked her lucky stars that she wasn’t stuck in some smalltalk with another colleague. If she was, then they’d probably see the way her frown grew and the twitch of her eyebrow as she tried to keep her cool.

Carina walked over to you with a mission. Not wanting to give this random person another chance to touch you again. No matter how innocent it may have seemed, Carina knew it was this girl’s way of testing the waters with you. All the people around you had obvious intentions, Carina was sure of it, and that intention was to take you home with them. Carina couldn’t wait to flaunt the fact that she’d, of course, be going home with you on her arm and not theirs. The gala still had a few hours to go before it was over. In reality, you two hadn’t even been there for very long at all, but the more Carina thought about how she could gloat, the more she liked the idea of that happening sooner rather than later. Plus, you were really testing her patiences with all of these people. She had a jealous side and, even if you were oblivious to it, you were really bringing it out of her tonight. 

“(Y/N),” Carina’s voice called your name from behind the group of people around you. You popped your head up over one of the taller men that was directly behind you, chatting with you and the group. When you spotted her, Carina’s frown immediately vanished and turned into a dazzling smile. She didn’t want you to catch on to her jealous mood just yet. She pushed her way, not so politely, through the group that was around you until she was standing next to where you sat at the bar. Her hand grazed your thigh and she bit her lip to hide the triumphant smirk that threatened to break free when she saw a couple people notice what she did. “Let’s go home.” Carina’s hands slid into both of yours and when you nodded in agreement she pulled you up off your seat. 

With your hand in hers, Carina pulled you out of the gala. When she turned back and smiled, you thought it was just a kind gesture towards yourself. Really, Carina was just grinning at all the jealous faces she saw as she walked out with you in tow. 

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When you got home you suspected nothing of Carina’s jealous mood. In fact, you were totally oblivious to her silent stewing as she drove. Yes, she was quite smug that she got to disappoint some people when she walked out of the gala with you, but that didn’t quite get rid of the jealousy that was coursing through you. She couldn’t help it really. You were just so clueless to other people wanting you. It was her job, at least in her mind, to fend off all that unwanted attention you sometimes get, but anytime she did that she would be left with this overwhelming feeling of possessiveness. That feeling would always eat at her until she had the chance to put that energy to good use. 

Carina watched you as you walked around the house in that dress of yours like she was a predator and you were her prey. You had no idea she was following close behind as you went to the dresser of your shared bedroom with the intention of getting out of your fancy dress clothes for the night. With your heels off you already felt a little more relaxed from the evening. You started pulling off random parts of your attire. Your necklace, you laid delicately on the dresser top. Then for your earrings, which of course Carina also picked out for you. You paused for a moment, noticing from your view of the mirror that Carina had slipped into the bedroom with you. What you didn’t notice was the look in her eye as she stared you from the door. 

As Carina watched you start to reach for the zipper at the back of your dress she decided now was the time to make her move. “Do you like seeing me jealous?” Carina’s voice came up from behind you. “Hm? Do you like playing this little game?” 

“Carina, I-“ You looked back at her in the mirror as she approached you, a little taken aback by her sudden mood. The look she was giving you caused a shiver to run up your spine. “I’m not sure what you mean? I wasn’t playing any games.” 

“Then why…” She reached you finally, stopping right behind you. Her hands slipped around your body and immediately ran up your chest to practically grope you through your clothes. “Why did you let so many random people hang all over you tonight, if it wasn’t to make me jealous?” 

“I didn’t-“

“Shhh,” Carina cooed. “It’s okay, bambina. I know you like to frustrate me. You like the way I touch you after you’ve tempted me, don’t you?” One of Carina’s hands moved up to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight at her from the mirror. “You love playing these games, so that by the end of the night I’ll fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. Am I right, my love?” 

You were honestly speechless, but not because you were shocked by her behavior. No, you knew this was something that Carina liked to do. Get all jealous over other people being near you, only to get to go home and stake her claim on you. No, you were speechless because between the way she was practically manhandling you and the way she was looking at you already had you weak in the knees. 

“I’m waiting for an answer, bambina.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. Her lips grazed the shell of your ear as she spoke and your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. Carina just smirked at your reaction before dipping down to trail her lips from your jaw to your neck. “You just love all the attention you got tonight, don’t you?” She let go of your chin to move her hands to your arms, running her fingertips up and down them slowly. 

“I’m sure you knew how crazy it would make me when one of them touched your arm like this. Am I right?” She pressed her body closer to the back of yours. “Or when they got a little too close to you like this…” Her fingertips stopped to wrap around your wrists. With her grip, she suddenly pulled both your hands forward until she had them pinned flat on the dresser.  

“C-Carina, I wasn’t doing that on purpose.” Your brain was really struggling to think of responses for her. The truth is, you really weren’t. You had no idea that you were making her jealous. Yeah, when someone bought you a drink you had an inkling she would not love that you accepted it, but you also didn’t know if she even was paying attention to you while you were at the gala. Something tells you, she saw all of it. Especially with the way her hands squeezed around your wrists and how she was practically forcing you to bend over the dresser with her body. 

“It’s a little too late for excuses, mia cara,” Carina whispered before you felt her teeth close down, not so gently, on the most sensitive part of your neck. You let out a gasp at the mildly aggressive way Carina was being with you. No doubt there would be a very visible bite mark on your neck for a few days. It’s going to be interesting to explain that away when you go out in public. “I’m just going to have to remind you…” Carina paused to run her tongue over the fresh bite mark. “...that no one else can have you.”   

Carina’s eyes ran down your body from the mirror before meeting yours again and when they did you saw how blown her pupils were. You were in for it tonight, that much was obvious, but you honestly didn’t mind. If anything, it already had you a little wet just from the anticipation. 

“Keep your hands there,” she ordered before releasing your wrists. You nodded and looked back down at her hands as they began to push up your dress. She stopped when your dress was pushed up above your waist, completely exposing your panties. Embarrassingly enough, they already had a wet patch from how worked up you’ve gotten by Carina’s behavior. It did not go unnoticed by her.

With one finger, she ran the tip of it down your panties and between your folds through the fabric. “I knew you enjoyed seeing me jealous,” She tsked as she repeated her action. Your head hung low as Carina put pressure onto your clit through your panties from just her finger. Her cockiness at already getting you so desperate for her was going straight to her head. Her fingertips played with the elastic to your panties and she looked back up at you. “Look at me, principessa.”

You willed your head to look up and again met her eyes through the mirror. She gave you a wide grin, proud of how obedient you were already being for her. “I want you to look at yourself when I touch you. Know that tonight is the result of your actions.” With that, Carina slipped her fingers into your panties and immediately began circling your clit. Your hips jumped at the direct contact she was making, but soon you were pressing yourself into her touch. 

Small sighs of pleasure left your lips and Carina was soaking in every little reaction she pulled from you. When she moved her fingers lower and traced your entrance with her fingertips, she could feel the anticipation practically radiating off you. Her fingers slid in with ease and once they did, she looked up to see that you were still doing exactly what you were told. 

With a steady pace, she started to pump her fingers in and out of you. Your wetness from all of her actions had already completely ruined your panties, but honestly with the way she was touching you, you didn’t really care. 

Your fingers curled against the dresser, trying your best to grip at it, while also keeping them right where Carina told you to. Her fingers kept moving in and out of you and you could already feel your legs beginning to shake. Carina pressed herself into you more until you were almost completely bent over the dresser, with your head barely able to stay up to keep focused on the mirror. 

Carina leaned herself fully over you, her free hand going to your hair to push it out of the way of your neck before she reattached her lips to the skin there. There was definitely going to be more than one mark now, but that was what Carina loved to do. After nights like this, where she was in a particularly possessive mood, you’d always be left covered in little reminders of what she would do to you. You weren’t complaining much, you just didn’t love the process of covering them. 

When Carina started to feel the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching, she had a wicked idea. Without warning, she pulled out and backed away. It took you barely even two seconds to start whining about the loss of contact. You were so close. “Strip and get on the bed,” Carina ordered. “I want to taste you.”

She stood back and watched, biting back a smirk at the pout you were currently wearing. You still did as you were told almost immediately though, removing your dress and your now ruined panties while still on shaky legs. With a shy look towards her, you walked over to the bed and crawled onto it. 

“Lay down, bambina,” Carina said as she stalked towards you. “And spread your legs. I want you open for me.”

Immediately, Carina could see the blush on your face. “O-okay,” you mumbled as you did exactly what you were told. God, Carina loved the way you instantly listened to her every command tonight. It made her feel that much more smug that she went home with you on her arm and not any of those other people. You were just so deliciously eager and ready to please. 

When Carina knelt between your legs, you watched with awe at the look of desire in her eyes. The need to claim you was so intense in Carina, that even you could feel it. Her hands went to your knees, spreading your legs open even farther. She watched as your thighs glistened from the wetness that dripped down them while she had her fingers inside you. Her mouth watered in anticipation of what she was about to do. She couldn’t wait to taste you, so she didn’t.

Your head fell back on the pillow the instant Carina’s tongue made contact with your pussy. She took one long, slow lick up your folds before wrapping her lips around your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut and both your hands flew to her hair as she sucked on your clit like her life depended on it. You couldn’t help the way your legs shook and squirmed at the intensity of the feeling.

Carina’s lips finally detached from your clit, but her tongue began to trace circles around it. With her tongue still brushing over your clit, she glanced up at you. As much as she loved seeing you totally out of control of your reactions, she wanted to make it hard for you. 

“No, no, no.” Carina pulled back from between your legs. You whined and leaned your head back up, your eyes pleading with Carina to keep going. “I want you to look at me while I touch you. Understand?” 

You nodded desperately, just eager for her to restart what she was doing with her tongue. Carina dipped her head back down and began lapping at your clit again. Her hands slipped from where they held your legs open to move under your ass. With her grip on you, she encouraged you to move your hips with the rhythm of her tongue, squeezing you when you caught on and obliged. 

Carina looked up at you again from where she was between your legs and the sight itself had you close to the edge. You forgot already what you were told and your head started to lean back the moment she took your clit into her mouth again. Carina was quickly bringing you to the edge with just her tongue and the way your hips kept moving against her mouth was making everything overwhelming in the best way. But then it all stopped way too soon. She noticed that your head had dipped back down onto the pillow and her mouth left your clit. You let out another pathetic whine and looked back down at her.

“What did I say, bambina?” She scolded, leaning away from you. “Can you not do this one simple thing? Is it really too hard for you?” 

“I- I can,” You pleaded. “Just keep touching me. Carina, I was so close.”

“You only get to cum if you do what you’re told.” Her tone was stern, but you knew she was absolutely loving the way you were responding to her. 

“I’ll be good,” you reassured. “I’ll do what I’m told.” 

Carina was satisfied enough with that answer and to your relief, her head dipped down again. This time, though, one of her hands left your ass and you felt her fingertips again circle your entrance before sliding in. You groaned and felt your back arch off the mattress at the feeling of her tongue on your clit and her fingers fucking into you, but you never looked away. You kept your eyes glued to the way Carina’s head moved as she sucked on your clit. The way her fingers curled inside you already had your body quivering around her. She was fucking you like her life depended on it and you were already so close twice already, so now it really wasn’t going to take long. 

Carina let go of your clit with a pop. “Do you want to cum, bambina?” she asked. 

You nodded your head fervently. “Use your words,” she ordered, her fingers curling and hitting the spot she knew you loved before you had a chance to respond. 

A moan escaped your lips and your hands tightened in her hair. It took you a moment, but finally you regained some control. “Yes,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke. “Please, I want to cum.” 

“Good girl,” Carina mused before pumping her fingers into you even faster. At this point it was incredibly hard for you to keep your eyes on her, but you still managed. Even with your thighs shaking around her head and your body moving in a messier rhythm with your orgasm fast approaching, you still wanted to be obedient for her. “Cum for me, mia cara.” And after two more strong pumps of her fingers, you were suddenly falling apart around her. 

Carina pulled back from between your thighs, but kept her fingers inside you. She enjoyed the way she could feel your walls tighten and convulse around her and got lost for a moment in the way you looked coming down from your high. But she only allowed herself to enjoy that for a brief minute. She had more plans for you tonight, and she still hadn’t quite worked through the jealous mood you put her in. 

After another moment she pulled her fingers out of you and your body shuddered at the loss of contact. You finally let your head fall back onto the pillow and closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath from how good she just made you feel. Your recovery from essentially being edged until you could cum took all your focus. So much so, that you didn’t notice Carina leave the bed for a moment until she returned and grabbed your legs again.

Yet again, she moved you so that you were open for her. Your head popped up in curiosity to see what she was doing. Honestly, you had a feeling it wouldn’t just stop at one, but you still wanted the chance to take a breath before Carina subjected you to whatever she had planned next. What you didn’t expect was her fully nude with a new, bigger than you were used to, strap-on to be hanging between her legs.

“Carina, that might be too big.”

“It’s okay, bambina,” Carina cooed. “We’ll take it slow.” 

You gulped, but with the hopeful look Carina was giving you, you wanted to do your best to please her. So, with some hesitation, you agreed, trusting Carina to take care not to hurt you. 

“I need you to relax for me,” Carina said as she moved to crawl over your body. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded again, opening your legs more for Carina to have room. Your eyes were glued between Carina’s legs. It wasn’t the biggest strap-on you’ve ever seen, but it definitely was still something you were new to in general. Usually, Carina preferred to use her fingers so she could feel you as you came for her, so to use toys was somewhat rare. But then again, you knew Carina was in a mood to really see you fall apart beneath her, and you were sure when she started to fuck you with that, you would instantly become a mess beneath her. 

Carina lined the toy up to your entrance, her eyes locked on your face to watch for any signs to stop. You showed none and she started to push in. She took it slow, just like she said she would. Your body tried to relax so you could take in more of the toy and eventually, she bottomed out inside you. You were tight, that much was obvious, but even so you immediately felt the pleasure of being filled more so than you were used to. 

Your body trembled slightly underneath Carina, but seeing the way you were taking her so well broke something inside her. Without much warning, Carina pulled out of you almost completely, before snapping her hips back into you. You cried out at the sudden change in pace, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your hands went straight to Carina’s hips, holding her there as she pressed her hips harder into yours, trying to bury herself deeper inside you. After a moment, Carina did the same exact thing again, drawing a loud groan out of you. She was mesmerized by your reactions. Once she thought you were pretty used to the feeling of this new toy, she set a steady pace, moving her faux cock in and out of you. Her lips attached themselves to either of your nipples as she went, switching off between the two. When she wasn’t toying with them with her teeth, she was leaving marks all over your chest, alternating between hickeys and bite marks. You weren’t even trying to muffle any of the sounds she was causing you to make. The sounds of your moans plus skin against skin as she fucked you filled the entire apartment. 

Carina sat up without warning, her hands grabbing your hips and pulling your legs to hook around her own waist so she could fuck you deeper. Your eyes rolled back and your hands flew to grab a fist full of your sheets. She was keeping her pace, but the way the toy hit you deeper than you were used to had your head swimming. You could feel Carina’s nails dig into your skin, no doubt leaving more marks on you, as she held you at an angle to keep fucking into you deeper.

Again, she was pushing you towards that edge, only this time you both knew you were too far gone to ask to cum. Luckily, Carina accepted this happily if it meant that she could see you so fucked out for her. She sped up a little, making you move your hips into hers with her grip on you as she kept going. Your body was shaking again and you were reaching your peak once more. You could only hope that Carina would let you cum immediately this time rather than draw it out.

Thankfully, she did. As she kept going, it finally became too much and you came undone all over her strap. She didn’t even give you a minute to come down from your orgasm. Before you even really knew what was happening, Carina slid the toy out of you and flipped your body on the bed. 

“On all fours,” She ordered. 

“Carina, I don’t think I can-”

“One more, bambina,” Carina pleaded, already moving your own knees so that you could be positioned the way she wanted. “Please?”

You just nodded and tried your best to get in the position she asked for, your body still shaking from your last orgasm. Soon, you felt Carina’s hand come down on your ass and your body jumped. She grabbed at your ass for a second before moving herself to yet again position the strap to circle your entrance.

“Bellissima,” Carina practically growled, her hand coming down on your ass one more time. You just whimpered, already eager for what was in store, even if you were feeling a little spent. Finally, Carina entered you again and your head hung down as she immediately started fucking you with a strength you weren’t exactly used to when it came to her.

When she said she was jealous tonight, she was incredibly jealous and that much was clear in the way she was laying claim to you. Her intentions were to completely ruin you tonight and she was doing an excellent job at it. You weren’t the only one lost in the way she was fucking you. The sounds you were making and the way your body shook beneath her had her absolutely floored. If she could, she’d fuck you all night long. Maybe you’d be too spent for that, but she was at least going to try.

Her hips pounded against the backs of your thighs with a force that had your hands slipping from where they propped you up on the bed. You were moaning and whining her name as she kept fucking into your pussy from behind. The whole time Carina was moaning out things in Italian that you could only assume would translate into something filthy. It was embarrassingly quick how close you were to coming already, but Carina was fucking you with a ferocity that had you dizzy and all you could do was moan and struggle to stay in the position she had you in.

With a few more snaps of her hips and another couple slaps of your ass as she fucked you, you were coming on her cock yet again. You let out a pathetic whine that echoed through the room as you came and the way your arms were holding your body up failed you. Your face hit the pillow and you panted into it, your ass only in the air by Carina’s hold on your hips. Carina didn’t pull out though, instead she slowed for just a second before starting her pace again.

“I-I can’t,” you whined. “Not again.”

“Yes, you can, mia cara,” Carina grunted as she kept fucking her strap into you. “Please, please give me one more.”

You whined as her hips continued to push into your own from behind, but still you nodded. Despite already feeling spent and sensitive, you still wanted to please and the way she was practically begging you to let her keep fucking you had you ready to do just about anything. 

With the nod of your head Carina went even faster. Your face pressed into the pillow and you felt a tear fall from your cheek at the overwhelming sensation of her still fucking your already overly sensitive pussy. The feeling of it all was almost too much and your body hadn’t stopped shaking from the last orgasm. Your hands were grabbing at the sheets and your cries as her cock hit deeper inside you were muffled by the pillow. Carina had a firm grip on you and it was as if she wasn’t tired at all with the sheer consistency and power behind each pump of her hips. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as Carina put even more force into the way she was fucking into you. Your walls were yet again quickly tightening around her cock, but she loved the way she could tell you were close to coming again. She also loved the way you were so quick to agree and let her push your limits, even if just a little bit. 

Your thighs burned from the way Carina had them spread and from how long they shook from each orgasm she drew from you. All your muscles felt more sore with each orgasm as well and now, as she fucked you into yet another one that was fast approaching, you were well aware of your every nerve. Another tear fell down your cheek at the almost painful pleasure you were in and your hands trembled as you were seconds away from your orgasm. 

Carina put all her strength into fucking your pussy and after just a little more, you let go again, coming harder than you probably have before. Finally, finally after just a minute, Carina pulled out. 

She let go of your hips too and the rest of your body instantly collapsed onto the bed. Your chest heaved and you turned your head on the pillow for more air. Carina stayed knelt over you for just a moment, taking in the way you looked beneath her. Honestly, you were never more beautiful than you were in this moment, naked and spent on her bed. Covered in her marks, with your thighs glistening with your own cum. She loved when she got to see you like this. 

After a moment, Carina moved so that she could lay next to you on the bed. Her arms wrapped around your still, slightly trembling body. Your breathing steady as she held you in her strong arms. It amazed you that she seemed totally fine and not tired at all. Especially when she was fucking you with all her strength behind it. Either way, you enjoyed this soft shift in her and nuzzled closer into her chest. 

“You did so good for me, bambina,” Carina praised. “But now, let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” 

You hummed an agreement into her chest before she got out of bed and slowly pulled you with her. As you let her lead you to the shower, your legs still weak from all that transpired, you couldn’t help but think you should get her jealous more often.

A/N: once again I feel like I want to emotionally wreck Carina so… send your best angst requests…

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Steve sleeps poorly when he's touch-starved. Eddie helps out.

Words : 6,390 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Falling

estrellami

It's said if you truly want to get to know someone, tell them no. Watch how they act when they're angry, when they're sick, when they're wrecked by grief.

The truth is, Eddie thinks, the way to truly get to know someone is to watch them when they think they're not being watched.

Words : 4,194 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Not Rated

AO3 : x

I've got an itch to scratch

crayfisher98

Steve has some complicated feelings about touch, he and Eddie strike a deal to help Steve feel more comfortable. Eddie develops feelings for Steve and is worried he'll break the trust they're building.

Words : 2,690 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

if I could hold you for a minute

crayfisher98

Steve is jealous of Eddie's casual touchiness and decides to begin initiating physical contact with his friends. His plan gets derailed when Eddie freezes completely when Steve goes in for a hug, making things awkward between them. A miscommunication gets resolved, and they realize they're on the same page after all.

Words : 5,010 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

say what you want, but say it like you mean it

tabbags

The Party has decided to start weekly movie nights. Eddie's down, but is slightly uncomfortable doing it in Steve's house. Luckily some bonding experience and Eddie being a simp makes it better.

Words : 6,909 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Soft Touch Baby

estrellami

Steve is touch-starved. Eddie notices. He helps. Steve notices. He forms half a plan and hopes to hell the rest works out.

Words : 16,008 Chapters : 3/3 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

It's Totally Platonic

DarkWitchOfErie

Eddie stays with Steve after being released from the hospital. It starts simple enough, with Steve waking him from nightmares, then they’re sharing a bed every night because it’s easier to wake someone from a nightmare if they’re right there. And besides, they both sleep better when there’s someone else there. It’s all totally platonic. Until it’s not.

Words : 48,744 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

[thecameronchronicles]

Worth

TW: body image issues. Smut. Language. Severe angst. Happy ending! 

SUMMARY: JJ realized why you broke up with him and sets out to prove your reasons as being invalid. 

WORD COUNT: 2300

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Hey i wanted to ask if you can write something like All the right curves again with JJ or Sarah if not that totally okay :)💕💕 can’t wait for you coming back but don’t stress💓💓  also I love your writings &lt;3

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! THESE BODY PIS FICS ARE SO PERSONAL!*

Worth 

He couldn't bring himself to understand why. Hours spent staring at his ceiling or life passing by just on the other side of a pane of glass didn't clarify it. To make matters worse, he would hear the echo of your voice as you parted from Sarah after dropping her off at The Chateau. Your eyes rising to the room he usually occupied before he caught the look of apparent indifference. As if the last six months meant nothing. As if you only ever thought of him as an outlet to your daddy issues. As if you validated why Kooks and Pogues should remain distant. But as he looked to Sarah wrapped blissfully in John B's arms, Kiara catching glances from Pope, the burn of how you'd broken up with him and constantly returned just out of reach. Just as the sweetest memories held as well. 

The very same memories that could be as sensual as they could have been dominating. Fingers wrapped as you laid against his chest during the storm a week before it happened would be the same pairing that was thrust into the sheets an hour later. Your body often acting as a haven for his most wild of wiles you managed to take with a touch that corrected his raw carnality. But now he was left vulnerable for reasons he couldn't understand. 

But a party at The Chateau would offer the chance to learn why. Nursing a countless glass bottle to his lips, he narrowed his eyes at you from across the scene. You'd debated even showing up as you knew the tension it would cause. But as he'd draped himself around every girl he could, you thought he had moved on. After all, why would JJ Maybank be stuck on someone like you when he had girls like Kie at his disposal. Effortless beauties with insecurities that paled against your own. 

THIS having been the unspoken reason you left him standing in the center of The Chateau in telling him it wouldn't work. Trying to spare him. Trying to protect him. 

"I'm gonna go..." You told Sarah as she pulled herself up from John B's knee. 

"What?! No! You can't!"

Your eyes flashed to JJ, ignorant to how uncomfortable you had become in watching him flirt with everything with a pulse. Tourons. Pogues. The handful of Kooks that remained friends with Sarah after her breakup with Topper. It was relentless pain on your already bleeding heart. 

"God, JJ is an idiot." You shrugged off her comment before returning inside The Chateau for your coat, having left it inside as you'd even helped set up for the night's festivities. You focused on the collection of jackets set in a pile on John B's bed, many of which were the same style. And yet yours had been easily identifiable as it was practically a second skin. You weren't even able to set both arms in the designated slots before hearing the floor creak behind you. 

And you knew, it was him. He had a way of being present that the scent of the sea and the heat of his skin was equally palpable. It was what made him so intimidating to you-what also made you miss him so deeply. Or at least what had begun the reminiscent reasons as to why. 

"Gonna leave without saying goodbye?" He asked, clearly affected by alcohol, but not enough to actually deter his speech or focus. Just enough to offer him the carelessness of confronting you. 

"I shouldn't have come-"

"But you did...For Sarah, right?" He asked, unable to look at you as you felt as if this somehow validated your reasons. Not in his words however, but the way he seemed to look past you. 

"I just want to go..."

"Just tell me you came here for her...that there wasn't some part of you that wanted to see me-" His ringed fingers collected at your arms had kept you inhibited from an escape, a touch that held such power to tempt you to remain. 

"Just tell me one small lart-"

"It doesn't matter, JJ!" You finally snapped against him. The usual quiet and well mannered persona pushed to such a reaction. 

"How can you say it doesn't matter when you single handedly made me believe in something  I didn't realize could even exist?!" He took a step closer, shaking you to validate he held your attention. 

"Maybe it didn't mean the same thing to you, but it meant everything to me-" You pulled yourself away. 

"It meant everything to me too..." His expression softened before narrowing again as he recalled your words. 

"Then why did you say everything you did? Do you really believe we're a lost cause? Because I keep catching you watch me and you don't exactly keep your distance."

"You're right..." Hope illuminated behind his expression, "I'll stay away." That hope obliterated. Falling to ashes at his feet as you finalized the jacket around your arms before ultimately leading towards the door. One sole over the threshold before he brought you back against him. 

"I don't buy it. You came here because some part of you wanted to see me-"

"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll leave...I'll go forget you in someone else and-"

"That's why..." You explained  as he sighed in confusion. Tears in your eyes once they finally met with his. 

"You will find someone else. Be with someone who looks better and-"

"WHAT?!" 

"I saw you tonight, JJ...with every single girl BUT Sarah. And I'd wage anything that if she wasn't with John B, she wouldn't have been excluded-"

"I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, I couldn't care less about any of them..."

"Until another one you mean..." His eyes sharpened to the point they were almost completely closed. 

"What are you-"

"Anyone else, JJ! Anyone else who can stand next to Kie or Sarah and not feel twice their size! That can go visit you at work or be with you on the beach without having to be told they pity you or commend you for your charitable act of being with me-"

"Who the fuck said that-"

"It doesn't matter..." 

"It does to me." He elaborated with a clenched jaw. 

"They're right, JJ." Something rushed across his mind. An epiphany. But not one that brought him peace with closure. Instead, it bore something else. Something you'd never necessarily witnessed before. 

"No they aren't-"

"Yes they are, they-" He surprised you with the sudden kiss made against your lips. The lips you'd dreamed of, missed, cried over. The same ones you had craved the second you kissed him for what you believed to have been the last time. And even now, in the attempt to prove a point, he had done so sweetly. Such kindness behind a kiss capable of such power. Yet, he refrained. At least until his hands rested at your ribs and you were taken against the edge of the bed. 

"JJ-" 

"Sorry princess, but you're letting stupid people affect your head..."

"What are you doing?" You asked as he hovered over you, beginning at your lips once again. 

"I'm going to kiss every part of you that you're insecure about. So tell me..." He began to pry apart your ensemble. Clothing and layers you'd chosen to feel more confident, he pulled in the hopes of making you vulnerable. But as you tried, he could feel your tension. 

"Focus on me. You know I'd never lie to you...And I am so obsessed with every...beautiful inch of you..." He began at your lips. 

"Every inch .." His lips pressed softly at your lips and jaw as you became dissolved beneath him. Pliable and motivated by his ambitions for you, he was able to make you forget everything without much more than a touch. A breath in your ear, a look from across the room and those hurtful words from those who knew so little of the love you had for each other had mended. 

"A little self love,sweetheart..." He kissed your stomach as you shuddered beneath him, unaware how he managed to make you so bare so quickly. A momentary hesitation to allow him further having been contradicted by the rise of his shirt from over his head. 

"If only you could see yourself like I do...You'd never question anything again..." He moved back up to you, from the bone of your hip to your neck until he could pin your arms over your head. 

"But I want you to look me in my eyes and tell me you didn't break up with me because you thought I wouldn't want you..." He pushed his body fully into yours, enough to feel his cock protesting against your former assumption. 

"Because my girl-" Your face animated to the title. Of all the things you'd missed, his possessiveness of such saccharine commitment has been the most. 

"Yes. My girl...is smarter than lying to me. So tell me why you said it wouldn't work. We both know it isn't because you don't want this..." He looked at the alce between you, "Pretty goddamn obvious I've missed you, princess." You blushed. 

"Because you deserve better." He paused for a second, retracting from you completely before standing between your legs at the edge of the bed. His fingers slow at his buckle. 

"Why would I need to look for anything better when I have the best?"

"JJ..." You moved to your elbows as he moved closer to the edge of the bed, keeping you flat. 

"But you took something away from me. That leave I have when I'm with you...Because I don't love you because of your curves...your ass...your smile..." He bit his bottom lip as a smirk made his dimples quite prominent. 

"Even though they are definitely not missed..." He hovered over you again. 

"I love how you make me feel when I'm with you. How you love me...how you made me want to be the best for you...and if I have to remind you..." Your panties were only pulled to the side before his cock threatened your lower lips."

"How we feel together...." You gasped. 

"Just in case you forgot." Your back arched immediately as his body curves to apprehend this extension. Hands to each breast as each nipple and mound was throughout appreciated with a soft tongue but threat of his teeth, you moaned his name. 

"What if someone hears us?"

"I'm counting on it, sweetheart." He pulled himself over you as he set a few steady thrusts within you to keep you from distracting yourself.

"JJ..." 

"I only wanna hear sounds with vowels, princess. You know I don't know too many of those other words Pope and you played on that game you both like-" 

"Scrabble?" You teased as he kissed your lips until you were breathless. A prideful grin leaving you compliant. 

"Starting now, sweetheart...I'll even make it easy..." He dropped his thumb to your clit, small circles making you utter a single "ah" before arching to the pressure given by his shaft making slow inserts. 

"Perfect. Keep going, princess. Apparently I have to make my point and I don't care if it takes all goddamn night." His fingers fisted the sheets beneath you rather rapidly and tightly as his body rode against yours in desperation and necessity. All while you responded accordingly.  Every rush of his hips made to your own would drive you deeper into the bed as your body moved and molded to him. 

"Fuck..." He tensed over you, beginning to shake after your body began to wear beneath him. Aching thighs as he edged you both to prolong the moment, not a second or inch of your skin left without a confirmation of his love for your figure. 

"I'm not coming until you see what I see..." 

"I want you to come-"

"Then tell me you know...you know you're beautiful." But the words seemed wrong. Sour. As if they held two different meanings from what he wanted and what you could offer. 

"We'll work on it...Then just tell me you're mine. Because I'll spend every second of every day reminding you if I have to." You nodded. This was an easy one. 

"I'm yours."

"Again-" He hit hard into the end beside you. 

"I'm yours, JJ!" You belted as that familiar pull and twist of heat from your lower stomach saturated his final thrusts as he found that release within you. His lips at a rest to your shoulder before he retracted and analyzed you. 

"I expect you to dump my ass for being an idiot. But never because of thinking you aren't enough...trying to beat me to the punch or whatever. You are supposed to be the smart one between us, princess..." He teased before taking his shirt from the floor. 

"Come on, there's a s'more with your name on it...Worked up an appetite, I'm sure..." You bit your bottom lip as your body still needed more. 

"Or you could just bring back the stuff in here…"

"Why would I-" He beamed. "Oh..." He removed himself from the rook quickly before returning with the items. 

"Where do we start?" You questioned as he pulled the marshmallows from the bag and to your lips.

"Anywhere I want..." He closed the door behind him, moving back to you again. Only this time without the angst of the tension formerly between you. A reconstructed connection now stronger than ever. Every inch of your body truly adored by him. Any cross word against you rivaled by his sweetness. Because he proved his love and devotion for you. 

And in the times he couldn't, he just held you with such love that it silenced those hollow thoughts. His touch existing as a quiet reminder of what you'd always have.

The love of JJ Maybank.

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[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (14/?)

Word Count: 3,013 Words

Rating: Explicit (SMUT)

Chapter 14

"I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn..."

- Hozier

“Why was I dismissed!?” Alastor complained, wondering aloud – between breathy panting.

Lucifer panted with him, claws raking against bare skin. “Hm…probably because you succeeded at being a ‘total and complete ass’…

Alastor chuckled; and Lucifer silenced him with a rough kiss – his tongue pushing into his mouth.

They had returned to Alastor’s room, breaking back into the Sazerac that Alastor still had and possibly over-indulging themselves with it a bit…

Loosened up by the alcohol and still feeling giddy from each other’s morning antics; they found themselves wrapped together – naked in Alastor’s bed.

Alastor laid on his back, ears tilted; Lucifer stretched across him and kissing him with heated fervor. Feeling pleasantly buzzed from their drinking; they had gotten a little rough with each other. Alastor’s back was covered in bleeding scratches and cuts from Lucifer’s claws – streaks of stark red blood melting into the sheets. Vibrantly colored hickeys – one oozing and bleeding golden ichor where Alastor had inadvertently bit too deeply– peppered Lucifer’s neck.

Lucifer released Alastor’s mouth; moving down Alastor’s chest and teasing at a nipple with his tongue. Alastor tilted his head; his own tongue swiping wetly against Lucifer’s bleeding skin where the angel’s golden blood seeped from the healing punctures, just below the line of his jaw. Alastor groaned at the taste; pressing his face closer and softly sucking.

Sharply tilting his neck away from Alastor; Lucifer lifted his head.

“You keep doing that and I’ll never get you up. Now, please try to stay at least somewhat sober for me a little while longer…” He leant back down, taking a lick at Alastor’s nipple just as Alastor darted back in, nipping him sharply.

“Listen.” Lucifer grabbed him by the chin; pulling his face close to his. “Behave or I’ll put that mouth of yours to a better use.” He tilted his hip; pressing his erection into Alastor’s abdomen for emphasis.

“Can’t say that I have much experience in that…area. Might be better to explore that when I have more…self-restraint.” Alastor slid his tongue across pointed teeth; smiling wickedly.

“Wait. What?” Lucifer lifted himself up; stunned out of the mood.

“What, what?” Alastor tilted his head, uncomprehending Lucifer’s sudden change.

“You’ve really never sucked someone off?”    

“No…I can’t say that I have.” Alastor told him. “I’ve never really been on the giving or the receiving end of that particular…act.”

“WHAT!?” Lucifer sat up fully now, eyes wide in shock.

“I’m not understanding the significance to any of this.” Alastor told him, honestly.

“You’ve never engaged in fellatio!? Ever? Like…at all!?”

“No…is it so important that I have?” Alastor asked him, feeling a little annoyed now.

“I just – I…” Lucifer’s brain was short-circuiting. “Just…why!? Why haven’t you!?”

“It just always seemed….unnecessary.” Alastor tried to explain. “Also, it doesn’t strike me as something particularly hygienic.”

“Really…you’ll fuck me in the ass with your tongue but god-forbid you get a dick in the mouth.”

“I never said I wouldn’t, just that I never have…”

“Ok, we’re doing this. Right now.” Lucifer shifted himself, moving down.

“Whoa! Wait, hold on!”

“This will be better with you lying down, anyways. I don’t want you standing and then falling on me because it’s your first time and it’ll give me more leverage…”

Lucifer crawled himself between Alastor’s legs; his ears flattening as he looked away.

“Really, Lucifer…must we?”

Lucifer had laid himself down and was working on adjusting Alastor’s legs out of his way. He stopped what he was doing and looked seriously at Alastor:

“No. Absolutely not, if you’re really that uncomfortable by it. I’ll be honest, Al, not everyone enjoys this kind of oral stimulation, but….I’d like to try. I promise you, it’s something I really like doing and I really think you might find some real enjoyment from it yourself. I’ll stop anytime you tell me to or we can just forget the whole thing.” He waited; not moving until he knew what Alastor’s decision would be.

Sighing, Alastor lifted a hand – gesturing for him to proceed.

Lucifer gave him a small smirk before turning his attention fully toward his task.

Laying one hand to Alastor’s inner thigh; he took Alastor’s flaccid penis in the other, curling it to the side and began softly kissing at the soft and sliding skin.

Alastor took a deep breath; letting it out slowly – trying to imagine that he was anywhere but here. 

Lucifer worked all along his limp shaft, moving and curling it in the other direction as he softly kissed and nipped at the appendage.

Alastor was just thinking that: this might just be what it was all cracked up to be when Lucifer lifted the member; leaned in and took a deliberately slow and steady stroke of his tongue across the soft underside – going from base to tip.

Blood pooled deep in Alastor’s belly, sliding downward. A soft flush touching his face; his member now giving a soft twitch at the attention it was receiving.

Seemingly not noticing the change; Lucifer focused on what he was doing. Kneading the slowly firming muscle in his hand; he licked and lapped his tongue all along the base and worked his way upward – giving special attention to just at the tip of it before working his way back slowly downward.

Alastor’s heart rate climbed and he found a hitch in his breathing. He was very nearly erect now and he was just realizing he may have miscalculated the potentiality of this particular activity when Lucifer took him wholly and fully into his mouth.

A soft hiss of pleasure; and Alastor lifted his hips. Lucifer firmly pushed down on both inner thighs now; pressing him down – encouraging him to stay still. Alastor leaned back at the stimulation he was feeling; his flush deepening across his face and chest.

The warmth and sliding wetness that he was now feeling, up and down his length was…exquisite and he silently berated himself for having not considered it before.

Gentle vibrations sent tingles through his spine, and he realized that Lucifer was fucking laughing at him with his dick in his mouth…the King’s eyes glinting up at him with a coy grin spread into the corners of his face.

Oh, don’t get cocky you little piece of-

Lucifer pressed his teeth to Alastor’s sensitive skin and slowly slid himself down. Alastor threw his head back with a gasp and Lucifer’s soft chuckling continued. Pausing, Lucifer gently bit the swollen muscle – pressing it firmly between his teeth before sliding back upward. Without removing his mouth; Lucifer lifted his teeth and teased Alastor’s tip with his tongue – flicking and wrapping it all around the head of it and gently pressing it into the slit.

Alastor’s fingers were curling into the sheets; and he was squirming beneath Lucifer – wanting to thrust himself sharply upward.

Gripping Alastor by the base with one hand; Lucifer angled himself and Alastor’s penis so that he was moving his head up and down – pressing the head of the engorged and seeping appendage into the firm ribbed ridges at the roof of his mouth. An involuntary and lust-filled noise escaped Alastor and he felt himself tightening in Lucifer’s hand and mouth. He was shaking from the approaching climax and it was tightening his throat.

“Luci!” Alastor managed -  “I – I’m” Gasping.

Lucifer answered him by gripping him tighter; tilting his head and pressing his tongue firmly to the underpart of Alastor’s penis – pushing it tighter against this palate. He felt the member ready and threatening to release and he sucked softly – sending Alastor completely over the edge.

Cum rushed between his teeth, running over his tongue. Alastor made to pull away but Lucifer held him there; swallowing. As Alastor’s penis relaxed; Lucifer softly licked and sucked it clean before letting it go - limply - from his mouth.

Alastor was brilliantly flushed and sweating; eyes wide. His ears were making erratic movements and he was trembling slightly.

Lucifer propped up an elbow; smirking at him wickedly.

“Told you would like it.” He sang.

That…was… Alastor could not form the thoughts.

Lucifer laughed; sitting himself up now; his own erection standing at attention.

“And, I told you that I liked it.” He affirmed.

“Are you open to the idea of….reciprocation?” Alastor asked him.

“Of course.” Lucifer grinned at him.

“Edge of the bed, then.” Alastor told him, getting up and moving gingerly from off of the bed – feeling lightheaded.

Lucifer did as he was told and Alastor knelt down, facing him.

“Legs over my shoulders.” Alastor instructed.

Moving, Alastor helped him into position – sliding the King closer to him.

“Forgive me my…inexperience with this. You may instruct me if what I do is not to your liking.” Alastor told him, leaning in.

“Eh, it’s pretty straight forward.” Lucifer slid a hand through the soft hairs at the top of his head, leaning back.

“I like to think...that I’m a fast learner.” Alastor breathed against his skin; tilting Lucifer’s swollen member upward.

Lucifer was about to make some snarky comment when Alastor’s slick wet tongue slid between his balls; flicking them gently. His hand softly found Lucifer’s length; his thumb swirling pre-cum all along the tip of it.

“I-“ Lucifer’s breathing hitched sharply. “I didn’t teach you that.”

“Hmm….” Alastor pulled back slightly; his warm breath tickling Lucifer’s slick and heated skin. “I can also be quite creative…” He pressed his face in again; wrapping his long and lengthening tongue firmly around Lucifer’s base and squeezing.

Lucifer’s hip gave a sharp jut and he groaned softly.

Alastor’s smile widened at the response. Uncoiling and re-coiling his lengthening tongue; he twisted it around Lucifer’s shaft. Soft barbs from its slick surface pressed into the sensitive skin and stimulated Lucifer in a delicious way.

“Oh, fuck…Al…” His hand tightened in Alastor’s hair, forming a fist, claws digging into the mattress.

Alastor gently moved his head and his tongue; pushing and pulling Lucifer deeper and deeper into a heightened state of arousal.

Lucifer moaned with a whining and intense need and Alastor’s tail swished quickly back and forth at the sound of it.

Alastor felt himself slipping below some surface; falling into the depths of some new and exciting space. He was finding pleasure in satisfying the needs of his King; something he hadn’t fully discovered or considered in himself before. It both frightened and exhilarated him; the sheer intensity of it… He needed Lucifer to come apart at the seams… just for him.

Lucifer was shaking and sweating. Alastor tightened his tongue on the angel and slowly pulled Lucifer’s remarkable length into his mouth. Gently detaching the barbs from the skin; Alastor swirled his tongue all along the shaft and head in his mouth – groaning at the taste and feel of it.

Lucifer’s hips bucked beneath him and Alastor growled to him in an approving way. Lucifer bent himself backward; gasping at the overwhelming stimulation that he was feeling. The places that Alastor’s barbed tongue had been still sharply tingled and sent jolts of pleasure cascading all throughout his body.

Remembering just how Lucifer had done it; Alastor felt the King’s penis curve and tighten in his mouth. Softly, he began sucking and it wasn’t long before cum was filling up his mouth; sliding over his long and winding tongue.

Alastor released him and Lucifer fell back, gasping and shaking. The sinner watched him for a moment with heavy-lidded eyes before leaning and crawling over him; hovering just over his abdomen.

Lucifer; still gasping tilted his head – watching Alastor.

The demon grinned back at him wickedly before opening his mouth, tilting his tongue and letting a warm mixture of spit and cum dribble from his mouth and onto Lucifer’s belly.

“Your seed…my King.”

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Later, Alastor had moved them to the bayou – wrapping them in shadows and setting them in a small grassy clearing. Lucifer dozed quietly against him; naked and covered by the blanket Alastor had summoned for both of them.

Alastor laid on his back; claws absently threading through the sleeping angel’s hair as he stared blankly into that otherworldly night sky, eyes lost in the far-off shine of twinkling stars and the soft dancing glow of fireflies.

Lucifer stirred and Alastor dropped his hand away; laying it across the King’s bare shoulder. Lucifer turned his head; looking up at the brilliant night sky with Alastor.

“You know…I wouldn’t be very opposed to loosening the…stringencies of our deal.” Alastor told him, quietly. “Make it so that you don’t have to receive a direct invitation from me or from Charlie just to be able to come to the hotel.”

Lucifer laughed lightly. “I appreciate the sentiment but it really wouldn’t make much of a difference…not with Lilith’s deal still in place.”

“I suppose…I shouldn’t find that too surprising, all things considered.” Alastor admitted.

“It’s a bit of a bitch…not really getting to ever go anywhere without someone calling on or needing me for something specific.”

“Surely, your deal with Lilith hasn’t been that restrictive; you always could-“ Lucifer looked at Alastor just then and Alastor suddenly realized…

“You…can’t go anywhere…”  Alastor’s eyes locking with Lucifer’s.

Lucifer shrugged. “Lilith’s deal prevents me from getting involved in the hotel or really anything that involves Hell with Heaven; her deal was specifically made to prevent me from making a mistake and letting anyone know what we were up to. I don’t think she fully intended it but the restrictions keep me from ever being able to leave my current place of residence unless I am specifically asked to leave by you or by Charlie.”

Alastor didn’t say anything, this new bit of information slowly soaking itself in.

 “It’s why I asked for Charlie to go speak with Adam for that initial meeting to begin with…and, it’s why I can only come and stay here if she - or you - needs or wants me to.” 

“Wait, so who’s ruling over all of Hell if you can’t actually ever leave?”

“Oh, I can leave if it’s absolutely necessary...there’s been a few times I’ve had to attend something having to do with the other seven deadly sins but, it can’t be just something on a whim and I’m still restricted by what I can say or do when I’m away…”

“That seems…terribly problematic for you.”

“It is…but, these things tend to happen when you’re a man with many chains.”

Alastor said nothing to this, but he wondered if this was Lucifer’s way of trying to get him to loosen the cards he himself was holding tightly to his chest: to reveal to him that, Alastor too, was caught in a web of binding links – holding him to multiple agreements; one most in particular, shackling him tightly to the one who currently held his soul. But then, Alastor realized; he more than likely was just feeling a bit paranoid.

 “I am sorry…that you’ve had to sacrifice so much.” Alastor told him.

Lucifer laughed.

“What?” Alastor demanded; agitated that Lucifer was finding humor in his rare moment of sincerity.

“If I’ve got you feeling sorry for me, then I truly am in a sad state.” His chuckling continued.

Alastor huffed at that; eyes trailing back to the stars.

Laughter still heavy in his voice, Lucifer asked him: “So…you’re officially and truly a cocksucker now. How does it feel?” He teased.

“Hm…the deflowerment wasn’t nearly as degrading or disappointing as I had imagined it could be.”

Lucifer snickered.

“How was my performance?”

“Oh, the deer can suck cock, believe you me.” Lucifer cackled and Alastor felt the corners of his smile twitching; threatening to crack open wider. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a fast learner, goddamn. I am curious to know though…” Lucifer tilted his head, watching Alastor’s response. “What got you into such a subspace?”

Alastor’s ears moved, tweaking slightly in his confusion. “I’m sorry, a what?”

“Subspace? A submissive headspace…?”

Alastor looked at him blankly.

Wow, he really has no idea…

“When you were…well…you kind of zoned out there for a minute.” Lucifer was trying to explain.

“Yes…I-“ Alastor’s ears leant back slightly and he felt a soft heat rising in his face, remembering. “I suppose I was enjoying myself...I thought that was normally your experience with it as well.”

“Mmm, not quite…” Lucifer was thinking. “I enjoy it, I really do but…” He frowned. He had never had to explain the basic concept of BDSM to someone before; and to someone like Alastor: older, a little set in his ways, touch-averse and only just beginning to explore and actually enjoy sex…it felt like it might be a delicate topic to broach.

Alastor patiently waited for him to continue, his curiosity more than just a little peaked.

“When you enter a subspace, you kind of feel like you’re going into a trance. It’s euphoric and an out-of-body type of feeling…” Lucifer explained. “Generally when you’re a submissive; you give up some level of…control to a partner. This can be anywhere from something as small as wanting to please that partner to involving something more…surrendering; like bondage or discipline. I’m sure you’ve heard of BDSM, what do you know about it?.”

“Chains, whips, and a lot of pain come to mind…can’t say I have much interest in delving into that territory much further.”

“Yeah, that’s generally the concept that’s portrayed with it but, like many things, there’s more to it than that.” Lucifer told him. “I’m not saying it’s something you definitely would be into, nor have I personally pursued a role in it with a full commitment …but, it could be worth exploring.”

“You’ve had experience with this…subspace, before?” Alastor asked him, wanting to understand this concept more.

“Oh, yes, I have.” Lucifer told him. “It takes a little more roleplaying to get me into the right mindset for it usually, but I’ve definitely experienced it. It’s…quite nice.”

“Hmm.” Alastor hummed agreeably, remembering that slow and pleasurable sinking feeling – consumed in a heated and lust-filled haze at the idea of being completely and sensuously subservient.

“Like I said.” Lucifer told him. “It could be worth exploring.”

Chapter 15

[genderqueerdykes]

okay.

I’ve never seen your blog before now, and I don’t follow you.

but oh my fucking god thank you so much

as an it/its user (not my primary but I still wish people would use them) thank you so much. I’ve seen your posts on people disregarding it/its pronouns users because they just don’t want to use them and I just

thank you thank you thank you for talking about it

sorry if this makes no sense, it’s 9pm where I am and I spent all day at marching band practice so I’m extremely tired

thank you for your kind words! i really appreciate it!

i appreciate knowing how many other it/its users needed that to be said and how it has positively affected a lot of people. it's never okay for someone to put their personal discomfort over a set of pronouns over someone else being referred to correctly. this is misgendering. this is transphobia

it doesn't matter if the pronouns are "weird" or "uncommon"

i've gotten a lot of really fucked up asks about this and i'm going to keep talking about it because peoples' excuses for why they proudly and gladly misgender other people and refuse to use their pronouns are so petty and never that person's fault. it's never that person harming them, it's always that person projecting their trauma on to the it/its users. it's exhausting to read because nobody does this for he/him or she/her. it's specifically an issue with it/its beceause people overscrutinize it to hell and back and act like because they participated in the mental olympics over this one set of pronouns that they're right about it. they're not. they're rude, and anal.

people get stuck on the "it's dehumanizing" thing. this is such a divided argument, because for many people, they enjoy the dehumanization aspect of it, because they are nonhuman on some level. enough people are aware of otherkin, therians, and so on that i want people to understand that for some people this is a good thing and it is a desired effect. if you are uncomfortable with that, it's up to you to get past that, or learn to understand that you are not under attack because you are referring to someone else in a way that makes them happy and comfortable

other people just do not find it dehumanizing at all and that's fine. people often refer to babies and children with it/its, why can't we do this for adults? it's not inherently dehumanizing. it's not inherently an attack to use these pronouns for someone. some people love the ambiguity in the gendering. it really is totally devoid of gender and it is a very freeing set of pronouns to use, especially if you just refuse to see it as. not inherently dehumanizing

i am also very tired of people using trauma as a shield to enable them to misgender people. i am traumatized. i have diagnosed PTSD that i've been working on in therapy for 10 years as of this year. i have a lot of issues with being called she/her. i hate it most of the time. only select alters in my system use she/her. i do NOT refuse to use she/her for people who use only that pronoun set, or use it primarily. i would be viewed as transphobic if i said i avoid people who use she/her in order to avoid "traumatic memories from coming up." the thing is, that's going to happen sometimes and it's the trauma bearer's responsibility to deal with it accordingly.

just because you got triggered doesn't mean the other person meant to trigger you. you can't hold a trauma trigger AGAINST someone else who is not attempting to misgender you. when referring to someone with the correct pronouns, it is not YOU being called that set of pronouns. you are not being misgendered by correctly using another person's pronouns.

trauma is up to the individual to accept and overcome. hiding from a trigger perpetually for life will not enable you to accept it, cope, and move on. positive exposure to a trigger helps loosen that trauma's grip on you. you have to expose yourself to it in order to grow. hiding will keep you trapped in the situation you are currently in. you have to step into discomfort in order to learn how to overcome it.

thank you for sending this ask, you are very welcome and i'm really happy to hear you feel the same way. i'm glad you felt seen and heard, i am tired of people getting caught up on the pettiest things humanly possible. we ahve to stop reaching for every excuse to be transphobic to "weird" trans people we don't understand.

stop saying "WE NEED MORE WEIRD QUEERS LOL!!!!!!!!" if you can't even handle IT/ITS USERS !