#he is so small and cute like a beetle

[rinksrats]

little misc hockey

[flufflecat]

everyone shut up and look at this slightly blurry pic of a cute bug I saw last night

[godjustkys]

oh my god dude you're gonna LOVE newt hes so insanely cute.. thinking abt childhood best friends to lovers with him and learning how to navigate a relationship and then sex... both reader and newt nervously stumbling over eachother in bed trying to figure out what feels good for eachother.. getting to fuck him nice and slow while he tries not to ramble and bring up random creature-related stuff he thinks of.. kissing his freckles and checking in every 2 seconds because!!! hes so!!! ANYWAYS i feel you probably get it by now but have fun watching the movies.. they're so fire

SYPNOSIS: gentle (clumsy) sex with your nerdy boyfriend

CHARACTER: male reader x newt scamander

NOTE: for the life of me, i swear i couldn’t figure out how the fuck to write reader awkward. I TRIED.

p.s. requests are always open!!

WC: 1.3k

WARNING: both reader and newt are awkward as hell,, soft, gentle sex,, worried!reader,, fingering,, spit as lube,,

you had known newt scamander since the two of you were small boys sneaking dragon-scale beetle wings into potions class and pretending you weren’t secretly terrified of boggarts. hogwarts had come and gone, and though most people drifted apart, you and newt never did. maybe it was the way he talked about creatures like they were people. or maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were one of a kind.

even after the war, after the travels and letters and long silences that weren’t really silence at all.. you found your way back to each other.

you had known him forever. but kissing him for the first time on a rainy tuesday, both of you shivering in soaked coats and awkward laughter, that was new. Being in love with him — that was new.

newt’s back hit the mattress with a soft whumph, curls haloed around his head, lips pink and already kiss-bruised. his vest had been tossed somewhere in the corner, his shirt hanging open, and chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted through a storm. you slowly kissed down his jaw, his throat, his collarbone; pausing at every freckle like you had all the time in the world to learn him by heart. “i feel like my mind’s going to split in half,” he whispered, voice thin and wavering. “I keep thinking about— about— bloody mooncalves and whether this is normal for—” you smiled against his chest. “you can talk about mooncalves later.” newt let out a helpless sort of laugh that turned into a shaky gasp when your hand slid down his chest, fingers grazing the trail of hair below his navel. his thighs tensed, and you paused again, looking up to meet his eyes. “you, uh, okay?”

“yes- yes, mhm.” he got out, blinking excessively as he stared at you. it didn’t take long for you to strip him, and yourself, so now here he laid beneath you, in all his glory. when you finally touched newt, fully, his hips jerked like he’d been struck with lightning, head tipping back into the pillow. he was already so hard, leaking at the tip, and the warmth of your hand coaxing him into a slow rhythm had him trembling. your name spilled from his lips and for the first time ever, you felt like your name was holy. the way he sounded lit a fire within you, and he just kept spurring you on, feeding that flame. you stroked him slowly, lazily, still unsure if he liked it, but it was just enough to keep him gasping, flushed and twitching under you. “feel good?” you muttered softly, a small bit of anxiety washing over you as you waited for the answer. “uh-huh, uh-huh—” newt rambled out, his fingers clenching in the sheets. then you decided to experiment, pressing your thumb to the slit of his cock, and he made a sound that was practically a whimper, one hand flying to cover his mouth.

“you’re— ah— very good at that,” he breathed. you let out a small, appreciative chuckle, kissing the crease where his hip met thigh. “you make it.. easy.” by the time you slicked your fingers, newt was so worked up he was trembling, continuing to grab at the sheets like he was about to fall off the edge of the world. easing a finger in, he gasped soundlessly, thighs tensing. he felt as if the silence was stifling, so his eyes darted to the side. “i’ve uhm- read a few things,” he muttered, ears going red. “some diagrams. diagrams are very helpful.” you smiled, nuzzling under his jaw. “i’d rather explore the subject.. hands-on.” he made a sound, half laugh, half gasp when your lips pressed to the soft spot under his ear. “oh..” newt just muttered, staring at the ceiling wide eyed. you started thrusting your finger in and out, slowly, letting him adjust. he did his best to keep his breath even, focusing so hard that he almost started dissociating.

when you eased another finger in to prep him properly (you didn’t really know what you were doing, you were too worried), he made a panicked little noise like he had just startled a hippogriff. you curled your fingers, experimentally once again, watching newt’s face intently. “OH— I— I— fuck,” he squeaked, voice cracking. “merlin, don’t stop— please— i’ll name a niffler after you—” your eyes lit up at his tone. so that felt good. curling your fingers again, newt mewled helplessly, arching his back when you added a third one. “oh bugger,” he gasped. “it’s a bit- bit strange— like, ah, being filled..? i don’t think that makes any sense, i’m sorry—”

after a bit more prepping, you slowly lined the tip of your cock to newt’s hole. you didn’t push in, just looked at him. “you- you’re ready, right? you sure you’re okay?” you asked softly, fingers just brushing against the inside of his wrist. he nodded quickly, a little too fast. “yes— yes, I just— er— this is rather uncharted territory for me.” you smiled softly in response, keeping your composure. “for me too.” when you pressed in and pushed your cock half way in, newt was writhing, and rambling. “did you know— uhm, some nifflers purr when you stroke just under their ears?” he said, breath hitching when you kissed the spot below his jaw. “i’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” you breathed out, sinking in the rest of the way, both of you gasping like you were coming apart at the seams.

he was so tight, his gummy walls sucking you in, clenching around you tightly, his breath catching in his throat, mouth open but silent. you froze. “okay?” you asked, barely holding on. “mhm,” he hummed lowly, face scrunched up. “just— slow..” you kissed his lips as you started to move, keeping the rhythm unhurried, every thrust deep and smooth. newt clung to you, legs wrapped around your waist, hips shifting to meet you every time you sank back into him. and god, he felt so good. every little gasp, every moan, every time he said your name like he couldn’t believe this was real. you kissed along his jaw, whispered how good he felt, how beautiful he looked like this. you kept rolling your hips, slow and deep, dragging yourself out and pressing back in again until newt was shaking, his words tumbling out in a mess of half-formed thoughts. “this is— better than mating dances— those are very involved, some creatures take hours to— ah..— don’t laugh, I’m trying to stay— haah!— intellectual about— oh bloody hell, right there..” you captured his lips in a sloppy yet tender kiss, your thrusts steady, slow, filling him again and again until all he could do was gasp and moan, fingers digging into your back. he huffed softly, chest heaving, clearly trying not to preen. “suppose some creatures present similarly when breeding... fire-crabs, for example, often arch their backs and— nghhgg!—” newt cut himself off. at first you thought something was wrong. “newt? too much?” you murmured softly. “there— hell- again, again.” he urged you in a desperate tone, clutching you closer. your cock prodded at his prostate again and he was blissed out. a couple moments later of that same deep, steady rhythm, he came untouched, crying out your name, his cock spilling between your stomachs, body clenching so tightly around you that it dragged your orgasm out of you too — deep, hot, spilling inside him as you groaned his name into his mouth. you collapsed over him, panting, bodies slick with sweat, completely tangled. “that was—” he began, voice hoarse. “astounding,” you finished for him, brushing sweaty curls off his forehead.

“i.. was going to say impossibly filthy, but yes. that too.”

© godjustkys ©

[rafeysbambii]

hypnosis : s2!rafe has to handle some guys that were talking down on his bambi.

warnings : lots of cursing, rafe beats a group of guys up, a little nsfw at the end (not a lot but soon!)

story type : fic / drabble !

a/n : i’ve reached 280 followers! this is so mind blowing to me, thank you all so much for all of the support! i’m so glad you guys are enjoying these! i love you all so very much! and also, bambi calling rafe ‘my hunter’ is canon and i won’t be told otherwise.🤍

(you get it cause she’s the deer and he’s the hunter.. yeah.)

rafe loved bambi, but of course he wouldn’t admit it (even though it’s painfully obvious) out loud to anyone besides her. and that ladies and gentlemen is the reason why he spoils to the fuck out of her, new shoes, new clothes, trips to the zoo to see her weird looking animals, and even getting her little beetle car wrapped in a pretty light brown per her mention.

and he’d be damned if anyone were to disrespect him or his girl.

well today was like any other friday for the almost couple, bambi has driven to the country club to meet rafe so she could watch him play some rounds of golf - or mostly for the free drinks and watching his muscles flex with each swing.. but who’s business other than hers is that?

and also like usual, rafe had some work to do and ordered bambi to meet him at the country club, get a little flute of champagne to keep herself occupied, and just kick back and wait for him to arrive.

and she would’ve done just that…

if she didn’t hear a group of guys laughing obnoxiously at her and rafe’s table. but here’s the kick, she heard rafe’s name flow so effortlessly out of their mouths. “ — right, man i’m telling you, she’s hot as fuck, rafe is a lucky man but shit is she making him soft.. i mean i asked him if he could grab me some stardust, and you know what he told me?”

“he told me ‘i don’t do that shit anymore, don’t want my bambi getting involved with that.’ he’s pussy whipped!” she had heard about ‘stardust’, but of course rafe had told her ‘not to worry her pretty little head about it’, “man that pussy must be magical, cause you can’t catch me quitin that shit for a quiet bitch. he needs to go back to fuckin’ the girls with the big tits and never gave a fuck!”

that’s what really set bambi off, what made the tears flow from her big bug eyes, what made her run out of the country club and into her small car, and before she can even start it up, she’s violently sobbing into her hands to the lowered sound of ‘Picture you’ by Chappell Roan (queen mama.)

yet even with her favorite music artist playing in the back, she can’t help but tune it out on her drive all the way back to her home in tanneyhill, just a few blocks down from rafes house where he’s probably still finishing up his work, but she can’t help but not pay attention to it - or the fact that he’ll probably blow up her phone within seconds of arriving at the country club.

and her prediction was right, once she’s already rushed into her house, took off her cute checkered dress, white sweater and uggs that rafe had bought her, her phone was blowing up with messages from rafe, but she knew his friends were right, she’s soft… she’s holding rafe back, and now she knows.

from ; my hunter🤍

i’m here baby.

i ordered you that red drink with the cherry and red shit.

don’t remember what it’s called lmfao.

where are you?

???

hello?

bambi?

where are you bambi?

seen just now

she watches with ease as the texts bombard her phone, yet she clicks the electronic closed, leaving rafe worried that something had happened to her on the drive to the country club. but she doesn’t really care, she wants to be left in her solitude with her tears.

bambi is sleeping peacefully when shes suddenly awoken by a warm pair of hands rubbing at her back, but she doesn’t move an inch - who the hell is inside of her house? “bambi? there you are kid,” oh, she recognizes the voice — it’s her favorite if she’s gonna be honest, rafe.

“hm..” she hums softly, “where the hell have you been bambi? was waitin’ for you.” he slides into the bed, even after she shrugs her shoulders “what’s goin’ on with you bambi?” - she doesn’t have an answer for him, which makes her feel sick to her stomach — she wants to tell him, she really does, but she just can’t find the words.

“i’m not good enough for you… i-im…” that sentence alone makes rafes heart quiver, “what the — the hell are you talkin’ about bambi? why the fuck are you sayin’ that shit?” he grabs her chin, forcing her eyes on his blues - and he feels absolutely defeated when he sees the red, puffy doe eyes that add to her features.

“i heard some boys at the country club talking… t-the guys you play golf with that one night…” rafe already knew where this was going, and he wasn’t happy about it.

at all.

“and they said that i made you soft… and that my pussy must be magical and that’s the only reason you’re with me…” his heart shatters into a zillion little pieces when the words leave her words, how could anyone ever say that about her? someone so sweet, and caring? “that’s… that’s not true baby, you know that.”

“i don’t rafe… they’re right — im not like the girls you’ve had before, they’re more..confident, a-and pretty. i’m just… me.” rafe is holding every physical bone in his body not to storm over to the country club and beat them all to a pulp. “listen to me bambi.” he takes her face in his hands, his signet ring cold against her skin - but she doesn’t seem to care when he’s looking at her like she’s the only girl in his eyes (she is.)

“you’re everything i want honey, i never would’ve talked to you if i didn’t think you were interesting, i love you, you. not any of the other girls before you. you’re perfect bambi, and i won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. and yeah, they’re right — that pussy is magical.”

“rafey! don’t say it like that!” she slaps his chest as they both laugh together - peace, they’re at peace. “wait…” she pauses, looking up at rafe once he pulls her into his lap, “you… you love me?” rafe simply looks up at her, leaning forward to kiss at her neck softly, “yeah bambi, i love you.”

“so does that mean… i’m your girlfriend?” rafe is confused for a minute, “i thought we were already dating bambi.”

a beat of silence rains over the two.

“you never asked me rafey! how was i supposed to know!” her well manicured nails, courtesy of rafe - scratching at the back of his head, she loves rafe, a lot.. and up until this moment, she was completely under the impression that they weren’t in a relationship..

although they do, do a lot of couple things… like rafe decorating the passenger seat of his truck to bambi’s liking, or — or whenever she’s cramping, he brings her a strawberry milkshake from the shady diner in the cut that he absolutely hates going to, but for his bambi - he’ll walk to hell and back if she asked.

so… maybe she did kinda know.. but that’s not the point!

“fine then bambi, will you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive and be my girl?” for a moment, there’s a beat of silence between the two, before bambi is suddenly crying. “shit baby - didn’t mean to make ya cry angel face.” of course, he’s quick to wipe the tears and catch her lips in his, loving the feeling of her trying to catch up with him.

“yes rafey! yes i’ll be your girlfriend!” she exclaims in between wet kisses, the lock to their newfound relationship —. “good cause i wasn’t takin no for an answer.” he’s quick to lean forward, kissing her plump pink lips with an exaggerated smack “now i can kiss you as boyfriend and girlfriend, no more friendly kisses.” the both smile like innocent children as bambi curls into his side, exhausted with the days she had (she woke up, got her nails done, and then went home and took a nap before going to the country club.)

“go to sleep my bambi, i’ll be right next to you in the morning honey.” he doesn’t even realize she’s already asleep until her nose is gently twitching cutely, a small habit he picked up on over the few months - he absolutely adores it, and he adores her, and now..

it’s time to find the dicks who made his girl cry.

the country club is getting emptier and emptier by the minute as the women getting tipsy with their girlfriends, and the men chugging down beers while golfing exit to return back to their homes in tanneyhill. but rafe, is just getting started.

hes immediately identifying the group of guys who made his bambi cry - some tall, bulky and not hot guys. psshh, this would be easy for him. “sup man.” he says as he approaches the group, placing a hand on one of their shoulders in a super non threatening way. “what’s up rafe! yo pogue, get my friend a drink!” rafe stops the guy; by the name of Jordan before he can call the pogue waitress over.

“nah nah, i’m not here to drink fucker.” rafe licks over his lips, his blood practically bubbling over through his seething anger. “i’m gonna tell you this once and you’re gonna fuckin listen yeah?” rafe says, grabbing jordan by the collar and lifting him right off of his chair. “you ever fuckin talk about my bambi like that again and i’ll sew your mouth shut. she may not be crazy but i am.”

rafe drops the shaking guy right into the glossy tile grounds of the country club, flicking the rest off as he turns away — making sure to whisper a snarky remark under his breath.

and the entire ride back to bambi’s, he can’t help but grin wildly because he knows bambi doesn’t know how truly crazy he is — and how willing he is to kill anyone who crosses her without her even knowing it.

a / n : hello there! i’m sorry for taking such a long leave, i’ve been going through some stuff but this is my apology! i hope you enjoyed this, and ill be getting into more writing!

[hyuniemyunie]

Crushing heads

genshin men x chubby gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): crushing head between your thighs. suggestive-ish..?

itto, kaveh, childe, neuvillette, kaeya

im gonna do this with a few other fandoms🙏 but tbh with genshin logic if youre slightly above 50kgs youre considered chubby💀

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

Unmovable, Unstoppable

There wasn’t much in life that could make Arataki Itto shut up.

He was loud, brash, always ready to boast about his strength, his gang, his unbeatable top dog status. He’d go on and on about how Arataki “The One and Oni” Itto was the strongest, the bravest, the absolute best at everything he set his mind to.

But right now?

Right now, he had forgotten how to breathe.

You were standing there, hands on your hips, looking at him like you were waiting for something. He had no idea what that something was, because his brain had short-circuited the moment he really looked at you.

Not just glanced—looked.

The kind of look that seared itself into his skull and made his heart beat way too fast.

He had always thought he had a type—someone small, cute, delicate. But you?

You were everything. You were warmth and presence and the kind of strength that could flatten a man with just a glare. And Archons above, Itto had never wanted to be flattened so badly in his entire life.

“Wow,” he breathed, blinking rapidly. “You—uh—wow.”

You squinted. “That’s it? Wow?”

“I—yeah? No! I mean—uh—” Itto scratched the back of his head, his fingers tangling in his wild hair as he tried desperately to make his brain work. “It’s just—you’re, like—really strong-looking. Like, I bet you could take down a whole herd of wild boars with your bare hands. That’s crazy cool.”

You smirked. “Is that your way of saying you like what you see?”

Itto immediately turned red.

“WH—NO—YES—WAIT.” He held up his hands as if to physically block the words that had just come out of his mouth. “That’s not—I mean—yes, obviously, because look at you! You’re awesome and hot, like so hot! But also, uh, not in, like, a weird way! I just mean, like—uh—”

You crossed your arms, watching him flail with an amused glint in your eyes. “You talk big, Itto, but I’m starting to think you wouldn’t last five minutes against me.”

His entire body reacted before his brain could catch up.

“EXCUSE ME?!” He slammed a hand over his chest like you had just personally challenged his oni pride. “Listen, buddy, I may be a lover and a fighter, but I never back down from a challenge!”

You grinned. “Good.”

That was how Itto found himself on the ground, legs sprawled, arms limp at his sides, with your thighs wrapped firmly around his head.

He had lost. Spectacularly.

He had rushed in, all brute force, all confidence, all big oni energy—and you had dropped him like it was nothing. Like he was a practice dummy. Like all his muscles and brute strength didn’t matter one bit when faced with someone who actually knew how to handle him.

And now?

Now he was trapped.

Your thighs flexed around his skull firmly, pressing in just enough to make his breath stutter. His entire body twitched. He was burning up. Not just from the pressure, but from the sheer humiliation—from how much he liked it.

He let out a strangled whimper.

You laughed, shifting slightly to squeeze just a little tighter. His legs kicked.

“Wow,” you teased, mirroring his earlier words. “You—uh—wow.”

Itto made another garbled sound, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air before he grasped at your thighs—not to push you away, oh no, but to hold on like his life depended on it.

His face was fully buried between them now, burning hot, and he had never felt so helpless. Not in fights, not in beetle battles, not ever.

And Archons, he loved it.

You tapped a finger against his forehead. “C’mon, big guy, what happened to all that talk? Weren’t you supposed to be the strongest?”

Itto groaned, the sound muffled. His fingers dug into your thighs, but there was zero force behind it—just a grip that said please don’t move.

You smirked. “Nothing to say? No big, dramatic monologue about how you’re gonna turn this around?”

Itto, for the first time in his entire life, had absolutely nothing to say.

His brain was fried. His pride was in shambles. His body was on fire.

And then, because of course this would happen—

“....Boss?”

A voice not that far away. A very familiar voice.

Shinobu.

His second-in-command.

The one person in his life who would never let him live this down.

“OH NO,” Itto wheezed.

You raised a brow, tilting your head. “Something wrong?”

Itto flailed. Actually flailed. “I—I CAN’T LET HER SEE ME LIKE THIS, MAN, I’LL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT.”

You laughed, finally—finally—easing up. Itto gasped, gulping in air like a drowning man, his entire body sagging in relief.

His face was red. His limbs were jelly. His pride was nonexistent.

And yet—

Yet, as you stood up, stretching like that whole thing hadn’t just changed his entire worldview, Itto found himself staring at you with dazed, starry eyes.

“…Hey,” he croaked.

You looked down at him. “Yeah?”

Itto licked his lips, then grinned—wide, goofy, dangerous.

“…You wanna do that again sometime?”

Crimson & Crush

The battlefield had seen its fair share of warriors, but none like you.

Childe had fought all kinds of opponents—graceful assassins, towering brutes, even the strongest warriors in the Fatui—but you? You were different. Your presence alone was something he hadn’t accounted for. He had expected elegance, something fragile, something easy to overwhelm. Instead, he was met with raw power wrapped in a frame that defied every expectation.

And damn, did he love it.

He whistled low, arms crossed as he gave you a slow, appreciative once-over. The grin spreading across his lips was cocky, but there was an unmistakable gleam of admiration in his eyes.

“They don’t make ‘em like you in Snezhnaya,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed. “Childe—”

“I mean it.” He stepped closer, the teasing lilt in his voice not enough to mask the genuine awe beneath it. “You could probably crush a guy between those thighs.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “Are you volunteering?”

And oh, the way his cocky grin faltered for just a second—the way his ears burned, the flicker of something electric in his sea-blue eyes—told you everything you needed to know.

That was how you found yourself here, straddling the infamous Harbinger with his back pressed against the floor, breathless and flushed as your thick, powerful thighs locked around his head.

Childe was a man of battle, of blood and adrenaline. He had trained endlessly, pushed his body to the limits time and time again. But this? This was something entirely different.

He had underestimated you.

Your thighs clenched around his skull firmly, cutting off his breath in a way that sent a dangerous thrill down his spine. His hands, once so sure, so steady, now gripped at your hips as if to ground himself. His legs kicked out slightly, instinctive, but it wasn’t a move of resistance—it was pure, unfiltered shock.

He groaned, muffled by the sheer force of you, and you grinned down at him.

“What was that?” you teased, voice as sweet as honey but laced with undeniable dominance. “Speak up, Childe. Can’t hear you.”

A muffled whimper was his only response.

Oh, you liked that.

You shifted slightly, pressing your thighs tighter, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath you. His fingers dug into your skin, not to push you away but to hold on, to steady himself against the overwhelming sensation of being completely at your mercy.

You reached down, brushing his tousled ginger hair away from his forehead, tracing your fingers along the sharp lines of his jaw. His eyes, half-lidded and hazy, flickered up to meet yours, and the sheer desperation in them sent a spark of satisfaction through your veins.

“Still think you can handle me?” you murmured, tilting your head.

Childe, to his credit, tried to respond, but the words were lost beneath the pressure of your thighs. His breath came in short, shallow bursts, his pupils blown wide, his body thrumming with something primal, something bordering on worship.

A slow smirk curled at your lips as you eased up just slightly, letting him take a breath. He gasped, sucking in air like a man starved, but his hands never left your thighs. If anything, they squeezed tighter, anchoring himself to you.

“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “That—” He swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “That was—”

You arched a brow, waiting.

His chest heaved, and then he grinned—wide, unrepentant, eyes shining with something feverish.

“Amazing.”

You laughed, leaning down until your lips were just a breath away from his. “Oh, Childe,” you purred, voice dripping with amusement, “we’re just getting started.”

And the way his breath hitched, the way his grip on your hips tightened, told you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Weight of Water

Neuvillette was not a man easily shaken.

His existence spanned centuries, his knowledge vast, his emotions carefully measured like the tides. He had witnessed storms rage and seas settle, had presided over justice with the impartiality of rain falling upon all.

And yet—

“Oh.”

The single syllable escaped him before he could stop it.

You turned, giving him a curious glance. “Oh?”

Neuvillette blinked, caught in the act of openly staring. His throat worked as if to correct himself, but nothing came. You stood there, obliviously radiant, your presence a force all its own.

Strong. Unapologetic. Unshaken.

You were unlike the delicate figures carved into Fontaine’s fountains, unlike the refined nobility that whispered their pleasantries in court. You were something solid, something real, something that made the very water in his veins stir.

He swallowed. “Forgive me. That was… unprofessional.”

You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your gaze. “So, what was the ‘oh’ for, then?”

Neuvillette hesitated, hands clasped neatly behind his back. The words were improper. Indiscreet. But they burned his tongue regardless.

“You are…” He exhaled, slow and controlled. “Magnificent.”

A slow smile curved your lips. “Oh?” you echoed, stepping closer. “Magnificent, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to say something so bold, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

His gaze flickered away for just a second, his usual composure shifting beneath something far less steady. “It was merely an observation,” he murmured. “One cannot ignore the presence of a storm.”

You grinned. “Storms can be dangerous, you know.”

Something flickered in his expression. “I am aware.”

And yet, he did not step back.

The idea struck you then—an invitation, a challenge. Would he yield, this unshakable man of order? Would he bend beneath the weight of something stronger?

There was only one way to find out.

And that was how the Iudex of Fontaine found himself beneath you.

His back pressed against the cold stone floor, the only warmth he knew now was you. Your thighs, soft and unyielding, pressed against either side of his face, a contrast of comfort and absolute, undeniable strength.

A lesser man would have fought, would have flailed, would have yielded in a different way.

Neuvillette did none of those things.

Instead, he accepted it.

His breath came slow, measured—but there was no mistaking the tension in his fingers as they hovered over your legs, unsure whether to grasp or yield completely. His body, usually held with such rigid control, lay still beneath you, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

It was almost reverent.

You smirked, tilting your head. “No protests?”

A muffled sound—not quite a groan, not quite a sigh—escaped him.

You squeezed just a little tighter.

That did it.

His fingers twitched, gripping at the fabric of your clothing as his breath hitched beneath the weight of you. His composure cracked, just enough to let something slip—a low, shuddering exhale that sent a thrill up your spine.

“Oh?” you teased. “Did you just sigh?”

Neuvillette’s lips parted, his voice barely audible beneath you. “It is… quite overwhelming.”

You hummed, shifting just slightly. “Should I stop?”

A beat of silence.

“…No.”

Your grin widened. “No?”

His hands tightened their grip. His pupils, though half-lidded and darkened, held no deception. Only acceptance.

“…No.”

You exhaled, pleased. “Good.”

So you did not stop.

You did not stop as his breath grew shallow, as his pulse stuttered beneath your touch. You did not stop as his fingers clung just a little tighter, as the weight of centuries-old restraint melted away beneath something far, far stronger.

And Neuvillette, for the first time in a long, long time, let himself drown.

A Masterpiece in Motion

Kaveh had always considered himself a man of refined taste.

An artist. A visionary. Someone who saw beauty in its purest forms—be it the curvature of an archway, the intricate symmetry of a grand hall, or the way light filtered through stained glass to cast colors upon marble floors.

But you?

Oh, you were something else entirely.

A masterpiece in motion.

He had seen all kinds of beauty in his life—the delicate, fragile kind that artists revered, the kind that inspired poetry and sculptures and whispered sonnets. But you weren’t some dainty thing meant to be admired from a distance. No, you were real. You were warm, and so utterly breathtaking that it sent his poor artist’s heart into overdrive.

And so, before his brain could catch up with his mouth, the words spilled out.

“Oh, Archons, you’re gorgeous.”

The moment they left his lips, he froze. His eyes went wide. He knew, instantly, that he had said that out loud.

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “Did you just say that out loud?”

“I—what? No! I mean, yes! But—” He sputtered, his hands flailing as if he could physically snatch the words back from existence. “Listen, I am an architect, I have an eye for beauty, I can appreciate form, and—”

You grinned, utterly delighted. “So you’re saying you like what you see?”

Kaveh made a noise somewhere between a strangled laugh and a dying man’s last breath. His entire face burned, his hands frozen midair as if he were about to sculpt a defense out of sheer panic.

“I—well—” He swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at you. “It would be objectively incorrect to say otherwise.”

You stepped closer, the shift in distance making his breath catch. “Good,” you murmured, tilting your head. “Then let’s see how much you really appreciate form.”

That was how Kaveh found himself sprawled across the floor, his world framed by the breathtaking curve of your thighs around his head.

For a man who prided himself on eloquence, all thoughts had promptly evaporated.

He had always admired beauty from a respectful distance, always sought perfection in lines and symmetry, but this—this was a whole new experience. The sheer, unyielding strength of you, the way your thighs flexed against the sides of his head—it was overwhelming.

His hands, trembling slightly, settled against your thighs as if to steady himself. But Archons, you were soft and firm all at once, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

He let out a choked whimper.

You laughed, the sound sending a delightful shiver down his spine. “Oh? You sound like you’re struggling.”

Kaveh’s brain scrambled for something—anything—to say, but all he managed was a muffled, desperate sound as your thighs clenched just a little tighter.

You were relentless.

He felt lightheaded in the most intoxicating way. His fingers twitched against your skin, his face burning from more than just the lack of air. He was losing—and worse, he was loving it.

“This is quite the dilemma,” you mused, voice dripping with amusement. “You love beauty, don’t you, Kaveh?”

He let out a strangled noise of agreement.

“And you think I’m beautiful, don’t you?”

Another muffled whimper. His dignity was in shambles.

You smirked. “Then it would be a shame if you passed out before you could admire me properly.”

The warning was there, but you did not ease up.

Kaveh’s hands, so used to sketching delicate lines and tracing the edges of blueprints, now gripped onto you like a lifeline. His legs twitched, his chest heaved, and his mind was an absolute mess.

He was in heaven.

Just as his vision started to blur, you finally let up—just a bit—just enough for him to gasp in air, his body shuddering as oxygen rushed back into his lungs.

His head lolled back against the floor, golden eyes dazed, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, his entire being struggling to process what had just happened.

Then, with what little strength he had left, he laughed. Breathless, shaky, but full of something dangerously close to adoration.

“By the Seven,” he wheezed, rubbing at his flushed face. “That was—”

“Beautiful?” you teased.

His fingers dragged down his face as he let out a helpless groan. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grinned, leaning down until your face was mere inches from his. “You’re an architect, Kaveh. Shouldn’t you appreciate a structure that can crush?”

Kaveh’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating.

“…Would it be terribly improper if I asked you to do it again?”

Your laughter rang through the room, and Kaveh swore it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Frostbitten, Breathless, Defeated

Kaeya prided himself on being unshakable.

Smooth, charming, always in control—no matter the situation. He had faced off against bandits, Abyss creatures, and the political vipers of Mondstadt alike, all with that ever-present smirk and a glint in his eye. Nothing rattled him.

At least, that was what he thought.

Until you walked in, until he really looked at you.

Not just in the casual way he admired beauty wherever he went, but in a way that hit him like a punch to the gut.

Because Archons above, you were stunning.

Not in the delicate, ethereal way of Mondstadt’s high society, nor in the graceful, willowy way of dancers in the tavern. No, you were different. You were real, grounded, exuding a confidence that sent an unexpected thrill down his spine. You were bold, powerful, and the way you carried yourself—like you feared nothing—made something deep in his chest tighten.

Kaeya Alberich was not an easy man to fluster.

But suddenly, his usual tricks, his teasing smiles and honeyed words, felt pathetic in the face of you.

Which was exactly why his brain short-circuited when you stepped up to him, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on your lips.

“Something wrong, Cavalry Captain?” you mused. “You’ve been staring.”

Kaeya blinked. Then, because he was Kaeya, he recovered quickly.

“Well,” he drawled, flashing that lazy, practiced grin, “forgive me for admiring perfection up close. It’s not every day I see someone who could put the knights to shame.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Oh? And what exactly about me is so impressive?”

Kaeya let his eye flicker over you, his grin widening. “Strength, confidence, a very distracting pair of—”

You raised an eyebrow.

Kaeya coughed into his fist. “—eyes. Obviously.”

You snorted. “Uh-huh. That’s what you were going to say.”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Would you have preferred I said thighs?”

For the briefest second, you didn’t react.

Then—

“Oh? You mean these?”

And before he could process what was happening, before he could even think about a clever escape, his world flipped.

Kaeya barely had time to register the feeling of his back hitting the floor, the air leaving his lungs in a rush, before—

Oh.

Oh.

There were many things Kaeya had expected in life. Many ways he had imagined dying.

But being thigh-crushed into oblivion had not been one of them.

Your thighs were wrapped snug around his head, firm, unyielding. And Kaeya, who had spent years perfecting the art of control, of keeping his emotions in check—who had mastered deception and the art of keeping himself unreadable—

Was completely. Falling. Apart.

His gloved hands flew to your thighs on instinct, fingers twitching as if caught between holding on for dear life and praying you never let go.

His heart was hammering. His head was spinning. A full-body shudder ran down his spine as you squeezed, just a little.

He let out a strangled noise that he would never admit to making.

"Awhh, Kaeya,” you purred above him. “You got awfully quiet.”

Kaeya’s fingers dug into your thighs, his breath coming out in short, unsteady gasps. His pride was in tatters, his mind blank, and yet—

Yet, he loved every second of it.

You smirked. “Oh? Is that a shiver, Captain? Is Mondstadt’s finest getting a little overwhelmed?”

Kaeya, who had always been the one in control, always the one with the upper hand, was now reduced to a mess.

His eye fluttered shut for a moment, and he hated how breathless he sounded when he muttered, “I—wouldn’t call it overwhelmed.”

You leaned down, voice smooth as silk. “No?”

Another squeeze.

Kaeya whined.

You grinned.

“That definitely sounded like overwhelmed,” you teased.

His hands clenched. His jaw tensed. He knew—knew without a doubt—that if Diluc or Jean or literally anyone walked in right now, he would never, ever recover from the shame.

But Archons, it was so worth it.

Just as his vision started to blur, you finally relented, easing up just enough for him to gulp in air.

Kaeya lay there, sprawled on the floor, his breath ragged, his limbs weak. His head was spinning. His pulse was wild.

And yet—

Yet, even as you stood, stretching like nothing had happened, he found himself blinking up at you with something dangerously close to adoration.

“…So,” he rasped, voice rough but still playful, “do I get a round two, or was that a one-time privilege?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re already asking for another?”

Kaeya grinned, slow and lazy, even as his chest still rose and fell in deep, exhausted breaths.

“My dear,” he purred, “I may be many things, but a fool is not one of them.”

Your smirk widened. “Then I hope you don’t have anywhere to be for the next few hours.”

Kaeya’s breath hitched.

His smile?

Positively wolfish.

[pseudowho]

Defending Your Honour

A series in which the JJK guys stick-it to the creeps and perverts bothering the reader.

A multi-fic in a series ❤️🫖☕

Part 1 (Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, and Todo Aoi) link here!

Part 3 (Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge and Fushiguro Toji) link here!

More JJK men and women to come

Trigger Warning: spreading false sexual rumours, stalking, being followed home

Higuruma Hiromi

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You had to leave. You had to get another job. There was no way to come back from this; office-culture spread rumours like the plague, and whether they were founded or not, you still felt the pierce of dozens of judging eyes on you.

Your clothes felt too tight, too revealing, your skin prickled and your nose stung with tears as you gulped, chin held high but so exposed and vulnerable. A filthy rage roiled in your gut at the injustice of it all. The irony did not escape you, as you hot-footed away from the whispers of the legal office.

As you gathered files, clunky and unwieldy in your arms, you felt a hand pretending to be affectionate on the small of your back that made your skin crawl, covered in worms and mud.

"When you're ready," a low voice sing-songed to your right, smirking, gleeful, "just hop along to my office, and we can work something out, yeah?" You jolted with shame as the hand clapped your bum. The eyes flicked back onto you. The whispers spread, infectious. You were a leper, now.

Hiccuping as you ducked your head, you felt hot rancid tears stream down your cheeks, darting down a corridor and reaching for a door any door to take you away from all of these eyes and whispers and accusations and this one was usually empty so you snuck in and slammed the door shut behind you and--

"Oh! Hello," a low, warm voice offered, surprised. You gasped, clapping a hand over your mouth, unable to hide the tears and anguish. The man was tall, slender, his unruly black hair escaping in flicks over his temples, but he looked so genuinely concerned as he rose from his desk, that you sobbed, apologising and sinking to the floor with your face in your knees.

You felt the man crouch beside you, his hands on his thighs, his presence sincere and welcoming. He sat for a moment, apparently awkward and unsure how he could help you.

"It's okay," he reassured, "it's a fucking ugly office, I hate it too, it makes me cry--" You huffed out a wet, genuine laugh and heard him smile, amused puffs of breath from his nose.

"Really, though," he continued, "I'm happy to help...if I can. Not sure if you need a lawyer, or-- or for me to catch a spider for you, I mean I hate them too but I can certainly--" he stopped himself from rattling away. You sniffled, looking up at him with a cute watery smile that made his heart thump.

"You could get me a new job, maybe? Or just a new boss?" You wiped your eyes now, embarrassed by interrupting this lovely man. The lovely man raised his eyebrows, now sitting in front of you, cross-legged.

"And what has your boss done to make you cry?" He inquired, black eyes like beetles, reading you.

You fumbled, uncertain of yourself when explaining the crimes of a man to another man, "I think he didn't, uhm...didn't take being rejected very well and uh--" tears poured, unbidden, as your face crumpled again, "--he's started a rumour than uhm-- that I sleep with him and uhm-- I don't but everyone believes it, and he wants me to come to his office now, after he's just touched me, and I don't know-- I don't know what to do--"

You broke down again, weeping into your knees, as the lovely man before you simmered, his lid rattling with unbridled rage at the unfairness of it all.

He smiled at you, though, gentle and open, "Your boss...the sweaty one? Big guy, thinks he's all that?" You laughed wetly again.

"Oh, you know him?" You grinned together, and you blushed, painfully grateful for being treated with basic respect. Hiromi nodded-- he didn't know your boss. But, he knew men like him and they filled him with bitter disdain, a core loathing and disgust that informed his choices every day.

"Well then...you can share my office today," he insisted as he stood, rubbing his hooked nose between two long fingers, "I've got...something to do." You blinked owlishly up at him. He helped you up, pulling a chair to his desk for you. You perched, confused, but not arguing.

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Some time later, your boss headed back to his office from the vending machines, impatient for you to come to his office, feeling sickly gleeful for having punished you for humiliating him, and his heart leapt hopefully, because maybe he could offer to deny all those rumours, and then you would be so grateful that maybe you'd give him a--

He opened his office door, having just enough time to click it closed behind him before hearing a quiet, angry voice from somewhere above the doorframe.

"Domain Expansion: Deadly Sentencing."

Plunged into a different room, ostensibly not his office, your boss shrieked in terror as two terrifying black figures loomed over him, only one of them human.

"What the fuck are you-- where the fuck am I-- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

Higuruma looked up at the Judgeman with a humourless smile, and back down at your boss, who scurried backwards until his shoulders hit the domain's edge, blind with panic.

"You've been a very naughty boy," Hiromi sang, "shall we see how naughty?"

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You jumped as the office door swung open, and Higuruma (you had worked out, from the lanyard he left on his desk) re-entered with two hot drinks. He smiled a wonky, loping smile.

"Coffee machine's finest," he offered, placing one in your hands. He stood for a moment, bouncing on his heels, chin and nose dipped in consideration.

"I should think... your days of problems with your boss may be over," he said, blasé and cryptic. He did not elaborate, but reached into his pocket, before slipping his card across the desk to you.

"My office is, uhm...hiring a new legal assistant, though. I can put in a good word for you." Hiromi looked into the distance across the room, one hand in his pocket as he continued to rock on his heels. He glanced down at you, eyes glimmering at each other as they met.

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Ino Takuma

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I loved meeting you last week. I thought we made a really special connection. I'd love to meet again. Call me.

You smelled so good today. I love how you're being such a tease. Can't wait for you to call.

I can't stand seeing you talking to other guys! Still haven't seen this so-called 'boyfriend' of yours though. He can't be that into you if he's letting other men near you. Call me.

You didn't answer when I knocked for you, but I know you're home. Bet you were upstairs being naughty, hope you were thinking of me, hahaha, jk. HMU, seriously. I miss you.

I know you're such a little slut behind that 'good girl' act ;) Quit playing hard to get. I finish at 5, I'll meet you from work and we can finally go on that date you owe me.

I've never been this in love before. So disappointed you ditched our first date. I'll catch you another time. I love you so much.

Hope you got the flowers I left on your porch. I love you so much.

I love you.

Good morning baby. I love you.

You're a nasty little bitch and you're gonna die alone and you deserve it. If this is how you treat a nice guy like me, how do you treat all the others? You should be grateful.

I'm sorry. I've just had a really bad day baby. You're my whole world. I love you.

Your hands shook as you scrolled through unanswered text after unanswered text. How had being friendly at a work conference gotten so out of hand? Your head spun as you recounted the memories; were you too flirty? Did you give hints of wanting to be more than just acquaintances? Did you dress too provocatively? Did you touch him?

In a desperate hunt for answers you blamed yourself. I should just be a standoffish bitch in the future, you thought, trying to hold back tears.

Leaning over your desk to pack your bag, you began to feel the walls close in around you, terrifying and claustrophobic, a rat in a maze, and you saw tears splash down onto the leather of your work diary. Would he be waiting outside work again today? Or would he be just outside your office door? Would he be waiting in your home?

You felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, "Hey gorgeous! Guess who got off work ear--"

In a shrieking panic, you lashed out, spinning with your hands raised in attack and defence. Your wonderful, kind boyfriend, Takuma, threw himself backwards, alarmed and apologetic, raising his own hands in placation.

"Whoa, whoa, hey! Oh babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you--...what is it? Why are you crying? What's happened?"

Weeks and weeks of trying to ignore your stalker, hoping he would go away and forget about you, tumbled out of you at once. In a wild babble of explanation, he keeps texting me, and I'm not interested, and he won't leave me alone, and he leaves things on the doorstep, and I'm so, so sorry.

You had thrust your phone into Takuma's hands, and he held you close to him with one arm as you sobbed into his shoulder. The other hand scrolled through messages from your unwanted admirer; Takuma's face grew quiet with rage, his lips curled in disgust, a flush of anger smattered hot and pink across his cheeks.

"Babe," he started, "why didn't you..." Swallowing, Takuma stopped himself, "This is not your fault. This guy, there's...there's something wrong with him. Have you kept everything? All the stuff he's left you? All the messages?" You nodded as Takuma gripped you by the sides of the shoulders, your face crumpling as his hand raised to cup your cheek, staring deeply into you, leaning forward to press a desperate kiss to your forehead.

"Okay, listen, I'm gonna fix this," Takuma nodded hard, staring into you again as you started to shake your head, "no, no no, trust me. I promise I'm gonna fix this. Listen, you're...you're gonna go to Nanami's place. I'll call him. He'll understand. There's this lawyer at the school now, we'll gather everything and get it to him. I've...I've got to go out. I'll fix this, I mean it. I wouldn't let you down."

Takuma's heart wrenched as you continued to sob, apologising to him as if it was your fault. Within minutes, Takuma had called Nanami, and put you in a taxi. Sticking to the alleyways as he headed out into the streets, Takuma pulled his balaclava down, his eyes ferocious and vengeful as he took to the hunt.

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Your stalker was grossly familiar with your routine now. What you ate for breakfast (he had gone through your bin bags). What colour underwear you preferred (he had seen you through the gaps in your curtains). Which work events you were going to attend (he had scoured every inch of every company calender).

Thanks to some sloppy administrators, he even knew where you lived. Grinning to himself, he felt such a satisfying possession over you, knowing you inside-out. Hiding behind your neighbours' fence panels, he peeked, waiting for you to get home.

One hand leaned past his face, resting on the fence panel beside him, and his stomach froze into knots when he felt himself doused in the icy presence of some dark, unknown force. He opened his mouth to scream, and a second hand pressed over his mouth with horrifying strength.

"Hey, big guy! Wow, you really must be a hit with the ladies," air hissed through Ino's teeth and he sighed in feigned disappointment, "Not with my girl, though." Your stalker squeaked as blackness closed in around him. Ino let out a noise of disgusted amusement as the man's trousers darkened down one leg.

Ino continued, letting the man cry and shake under his hand; "Here's how this is gonna work..."

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Several days had passed since Ino had arrived at Nanami's to collect you, with a deeply satisfied smirk on his face. You had received no more messages. No more flowers. No more thinly-veiled threats. A dark cloud lifted off your mind, and you breathed easy.

Curled up on the sofa that night, you stroked Takuma's chest, listening to the clockwork thump of his heartbeat under your ear. Your curiosity got the better of you.

"Takuma...what did you do?"

Takuma grimaced, "Just showed him the error of his ways, babe. He won't be bothering you again."

While grateful, your belly swirled with fear, and guilt that even if your stalker left you alone, he'd just find someone else, another woman, and harass her just as he had harassed you-- or worse. Takuma read you like a book.

"Look, I-- I didn't want to force anything on you the other day. But I promise you, this guy knows that if you go to the cops about him, and he doesn't 'fess up, it'll be more than just me after him."

Ino smugly pictured Higuruma and Nanami, ready, Misters. Law and Order, prepared to flex their quite complementary powers of threat and legal representation.

You smiled, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of support. Leaning up, you tangled your fingers into Takuma's hair, and he let out a sweet hum of happiness as you kissed him deeply. Nose to nose, you took delight in showing your appreciation.

The next day, wearing a mantle of quiet bravery, you walked into the Police Station.

"I'd like to report a crime."

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Itadori Yuuji

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You had chosen absolutely the wrong shoes to go out in.

You shivered in the chilly night air; your skirt hadn't been this short all night, had it? The cold had a way of exposing things the mirror didn't. Still, you smiled to yourself as you leant against a lamp-post, removing your heels with a sigh of relief, certain you'd be comfier taking the last few streets before home barefoot than in these beautiful monstrosities.

You could not bring yourself to regret such a fun night. Waving your friends goodbye, you had foregone taking a taxi home. Tokyo was a safe city, anyway. It was only a short walk home. You could do with sobering up a bit.

Feet padding gingerly on the cold concrete, you tapped away on your phone as you began to walk home. Within a few minutes, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, cold prickles running down your spine.

Running a hand through your hair, you shielded your glance backwards; a man. Some distance away. By the lamppost you had removed your shoes at. You gulped-- it's nothing, you lied to yourself, just on his way home like me. But, just in case, you started walking faster, the soles of your feet stinging as they clapped against the floor.

Feeling tingles at the base of your skull a minute later, you felt the man closing in on you and bile climbed in your throat, feeling the alcohol threaten to come up into your mouth, options running through your head at breakneck speed, to scream or call the police or stop and fight or try to run faster or--

It was no use. He was almost on top of you now; you rounded the corner to a tree-lined street. You could smell the sweat on him, and you spun to face him, losing your footing and falling backwards onto the floor--

All at once, you screamed, a dark mass plummeted from the tree above you, and there was a sickening crunch as it flattened your pursuer to the floor.

The black mass, burly and pink-haired, stood up and turned to face you, opening his mouth--

You screamed again, still panicking, throwing a shoe at him, "What the hell are you? What are you doing?" The young man crouched, eyes wide, both hands in front of him, bleeding from the lip from your shoe.

"I'm a Yuuji, I'm a Yuuji--"

"--a Yuuji?!" You raised your hand again and he flinched. Your pursuer groaned underneath his feet.

"--I don't know if you know, but this guy was following you-- oh shit, you're not friends are you-- please don't throw another shoe at me--" Yuuji squeezed his eyes closed, hands still raised above his head in arrest. You surveyed him from the ground, your panic slowly abating.

He's cute, you thought as your head spun violently, and you rocked to the side, vomiting all over the pavement. Yuuji crept over to you, hands uncertain at first, but eventually settling on holding your hair back as the alcohol evacuated your stomach.

Patting your shoulder with upbeat reassurance, Yuuji turned to look at the man on the floor with a scowl.

"Creep," he grumbled, crushing the man's hand under his shoe. As the man squirmed and complained, Yuuji gave him an effortlessly hard punch to the side of the head, knocking him out cold in an instant. Rummaging in the man's pockets, Yuuji pulled out a drivers' licence.

"Oh hey, he lives nearby. Want to drop him home with me?" Yuuji asked you with a shit-eating grin.

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"Think that'll do it?" Yuuji dusted off his hands, surveying his handiwork with satisfaction. Tied up in the offerings of the man's shed (some old garden hose, with a wooden freshly painted sign hung around his neck), the man was dropped unceremoniously onto the doorstep. You snapped a quick photo on your phone, hand over your mouth as you laughed to yourself.

Yuuji pressed the doorbell, and grabbed your other hand, pulling you behind a hedge as you giggled like children together.

"I FOLLOW GIRLS HOME" read the man's sign, as his mother opened the door.

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"--so anyway, I should probably get back to work, I guess...after you get home."

You rested your chin on Yuuji's shoulder as he piggy-backed you home, your shoes slung in one hand as he ambled, slowly zigzagging along the tree-lined street. Your eyes drooped, breathing in your new friend's soft, cosy smell, still occasionally giggling to yourself.

Arriving at your doorstep, Yuuji lowered you to the ground, and brought one hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of his head. His face blushed crimson when you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. He grinned, shuffling sweetly, bidding you goodnight, but hesitating. You bit your lip, head tipped, waiting. Yuuji didn't get the hint, turning to walk away.

"Hey, my hero. All that, and I don't get your number?"

Yuuji's smile could have split rainclouds.

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Higuruma waiting on the ceiling above the office door like

Coming next: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Toge Inumaki, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara.

[oldmannapping]

Mama - a Red Hood fanfic

Directly inspired by this post by @webshood

Excerpt:

You don’t jack a car in Crime Alley. And you definitely don’t jack a car in Crime Alley that almost certainly has a child in it.

The “Welcome To Gotham: 10 Things You Need To Know” pamphlets that Harley Quinn earnestly distributed to newcomers to the Gotham underworld were very clear about Red Hood’s list of Dos and Don’t.

Among the top Don’ts were:

Crime in Crime Alley

Crimes against women in Crime Alley

Crimes against children in Crime Alley

Mama

It wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been so goddam cute.

Felicia Aidia, barely a year old. Couldn’t quite walk yet, but she could stand unassisted for five seconds of startled jubilance before her own shock at the situation would send her flopping back on her adorable diapered butt. Huge almond eyes that were nearly black, wispy black hair and full pink cheeks, she looked altogether too cherubic to be real.

Felicia had been strapped safely in a booster seat, poking at the condensation on the window of the rideshare car she was in with her babysitter, when they were carjacked by an idiot with either a death wish or less situational awareness than a stoned beetle.

There was no other excuse for why this man jacked a She-Share, one of the brightly-marked cars in a fleet that was famous for being Gotham’s first rideshare company to boast child seats in every one of their vehicles at no extra cost.

They were famously affordable and primarily utilised by single parents in low-income areas such as Crime Alley.

You don’t jack a car in Crime Alley. And you definitely don’t jack a car in Crime Alley that almost certainly has a child in it.

The “Welcome To Gotham: 10 Things You Need To Know” pamphlets that Harley Quinn earnestly distributed to newcomers to the Gotham underworld were very clear about Red Hood’s list of Dos and Don’t.

Among the top Don’ts were:

Crime in Crime Alley

Crimes against women in Crime Alley

Crimes against children in Crime Alley

The car thief had shoved the driver and Felicia’s babysitter out of the vehicle but utterly failed to notice the giant car seat and the appropriately-sized child occupying it.

A city-wide Amber Alert was out within minutes, which honestly was pretty good considering it happened in Crime Alley and Gotham police liked to pretend that area was just a mysterious Bermuda Triangle kinda place where people just mysteriously went missing, who can say why, oh well, what can you do.

The police were fast but Red Hood was faster.

The vigilante was leaping across rooftops with the speed of a panther. One police helicopter pilot completely forgot their assignment and started following him instead of the stolen car. People livestreamed blurry videos of the car careening around corners that hadn’t yet been blocked off, panning up to catch a glimpse of red metal and brown leather streaking across the sky in pursuit.

The end was anticlimactic. Hood crashed onto the roof of the car from the awning of a deli like a feral beast and punched straight through the driver’s side window. He knocked the driver out and wrested control of the vehicle until it skidded to a stop a few blocks away from the official police cordon.

Before any officers got there, Hood had hogtied the unconscious car thief and carefully extracted Felicia from her carseat.

She let out a small, uncertain wail at the sight and sound of cheering locals, crowding close to film and too boisterous with relief to realise they were scaring a baby.

Felicia pouted. It had been loud, and then fast, and then unfamiliar, and then loud again, and suddenly she was outside, and she was supposed to be napping, and she didn’t know any of these people.

Wait, yes she did. The man cradling her protectively with one arm and holding the other out to the crowd, telling them to, “Back off, back off, give her some space,”, she’d seen him before. She didn’t know how but he was familiar. His big red face (no eyes, very strange, no mouth too! How did he suck his thumb?) wasn’t scary. He was the man on the wall painting! The big wall near the playground had a picture of him painted on it. The playground was safe, and he reminded her of the playground. He was holding her protectively and he was all nice and warm.

Felicia didn’t know many words. But she did know the word she used for the person who felt safest.

“Mama!” she said loudly, clinging to the red man’s arm. “Mama!”

“It’s okay, kiddo,” he said in a very soothing voice for someone without a mouth, “We’ll get your mom.”

A police officer arrived and tried to take Felicia away. She did not appreciate it.

“Mama!” she cried louder, torn between frustration and fear. No one ever listened to her! She reached for the red man. “MAMA!”

Well. Like we said. She was so goddam cute. All eyes were on her fat little face, her adorable, freshly-rescued, chubby little hands reaching out to Red Hood. Everyone was filming her on their phones.

And she called the Red Hood “Mama”, in a perfectly clear, tiny, adorable little baby voice.

Of course it went viral.

For a while, it was a fun in-joke between Gothamites. People playing vigilante bingo to see who they’d spot each night would jokingly ask each other if they’d seen “Mama” down by the docks. Goons blustered amongst themselves that “Mama” didn’t scare them, as they kept their heads down and prayed he didn’t notice them. One bold news website captioned a picture as “Red Hood/Mama” in a story about Felicia’s rescue, while the commenters lost their minds either rofl skull skull skull dying laughing or warning the editors that they should be careful in case the trigger-happy vigilante didn’t have a sense of humour.

Closer to Hood’s home though, the reception was different. And, to him, wholly unexpected.

It started with Felix, the 16-year-old who’d been a sex worker until Hood cleaned up the under-18 scene in the Alley, and who now helped shuttle street kids to the lowkey safehouses Hood and his team had set up. Felix was a good middleman the kids trusted to take them somewhere with food, water, electricity, and no one called CPS. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a good compromise until Hood could clean the stink out of the city’s social services.

Felix was smoking on a stack of crates one night, chatting to a couple of his friends, when Hood strolled over.

“Hola, Mama,” Felix greeted casually, taking a drag of his cigarette as his friends choked.

Hood just sighed. “Not you too.” With a weary exhale, he got to business. “I got those extra blankets you needed for the safehouse on Cedar. They’re at the Warehouse B if you want to run them over tonight. Sheila knows you’re coming, she’ll sort you out.”

And so, with Felix not dead and two witnesses with big mouths to tell the tale, word spread. It was open season on Red Hood’s new nickname.

“Hey, mama!” called the girls on the corner as Hood checked to make sure none of the johns had gotten too rough.

“Mama’s here!” crowed the gays and theys across the block as he dropped off condoms and hot soup.

“It’s mama!” announced the receptionist at the shelter when Red Hood stopped by to do an inventory check.

Everywhere he went.

Whatever. It would pass. People’s attention spans were shot to shit, and the loudest viral jokes always burnt out the fastest. At least, Hood was pretty sure. He wasn’t really online much but it was impossible to exist in the world without hearing a few meme references, and they always seemed to die out fast. When was the last time anyone talked about Baby Shark? Or that kid who said “corn” weird? This would blow over.

Granted, it was taking a bit longer than Hood initially expected.

When Dick gleefully changed his name in the Family Chat, Jason ignored it. He never replied to that thing anyway.

When Red Robin said, “Mama, you’re clear,” in perfectly neutral tones during an otherwise routine surveillance operation, and several comm lines immediately muted themselves, Jason ignored it.

When Damian’s new black kitten, with huge blue eyes and a white streak on the forehead, was named Mama, Jason started to get annoyed. Even DAMIAN?

When Roy answered his call with, “Mama, I missed you!” followed by thirty seconds of unhinged cackling, Jason hung up the phone and didn’t speak to Roy for three days.

When Cass used the ASL sign for Mom to relay information to him during a mission brief, his shoulders dropped.

When Alfred gave him an exquisite pink cupcake on the second Sunday of May, Jason thanked him, left the room, walked into the nearest bathroom, carefully put the cupcake on the bench, and screamed into a towel for six minutes.

When Duke finished a story about growing up in the Narrows with, “Mama knows what I’m talking about, right?”, Jason was defeated.

Fine. They win. Everyone wins.

He worked so hard on a legacy. He dug out of his own GRAVE. He clawed himself back from insanity and anger and reclaimed himself, reclaimed Red Hood, reclaimed his home. He carved a new space for himself, not quite a vigilante, not quite a villain. He made his own rules. He built an empire.

And now, he’s FUCKING Mama.

Life isn’t fair. Sometimes the Joker kills you and you sever heads and butcher bad guys and build up a reputation and then one goddam adorable child says two goddam syllables and you’re fucking MAMA for the rest of your goddam life.

Fuck it. He’s going home. He’s too tired for this shit.

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

pest x reader | headcanons

i love this little fella so much, i had a lot of fun writing these!

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I hate to say it, but he's a MASSIVE tsundere.

Pest likes to give you gifts, but hates giving them personally since it makes them flustered.

Pest held out a small white box with a purple ribbon that tied it together, looking away to hide their flushed face.

"For me?" You softly spoke, gently grabbing the messily wrapped present from their hands.

He nodded, saying something in a hushed tone in beetle, you assumed it was an insult.

Although it was never outwardly said, he really does enjoy your company. Even more when you're alone.

He despises PDA, he finds it embarrassing and unnecessary.

Pest is extremely careful when he holds you, since he doesn't want his mandibles or horns to accidentally stab you.

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Since he can't hold you when the two of you sleep, he likes to be spooned by you since it removes all possible dangers.

On the rare occasion that you're not spooning him, Pest likes to stare at you when you sleep. He thinks you look most cute when vulnerable.

He likes to rub his cheek against your head since he can't kiss it. Don't say a word about it though, or he will angrily chitter and cease all contact for a day.

He'll eventually feel bad, leaving a small present by your doorstep the next day.

When you two are alone, he likes to interlock pinkies while you two talk.

His eyesight is great, so he watches you obsessively to make sure nothing is bothering you or your pretty little head.

It took around two months into your relationship with Pest for him to accept your touch.

Pest definitely steals from your apartment often. Mostly stuff that smells like you, or small trinkets that reminded him of you. He's sure you wouldn't mind, not that you needed them anyway.

Pest spoils you rotten. You're the reason why he's been stealing a little more often, he wants you to have whatever you want.

He loves you to death, but will never admit it.

Think of a cat who avoids you like the plague but eventually comes around wanting all sorts of affection. Yeah, he's just like that.

[vrystalius]

How would Giyu and Sanemi react if they were in love with the same girl?

❕Giyu and Sanemi falling in love with the same girl

Note: Thank you for requesting <3 Although I do really enjoy writing for Sanemi, writing for different characters is refreshing! Anyways, enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this.

Pairing: Giyu x hashira!fem!reader x Sanemi

💙 Giyu Tomioka 💙

Giyu would be admiring you quietly from afar, trying not to make it too obvious that he’s completely fallen for you. He’ll resort to just hold conversations here and there, and then overthink every little thing you said and how your facial expressions changed ever so lightly.

Although, he will become incredibly nervous whenever you’re near him. On the outside, Giyu seems nonchalant and maybe even slightly annoyed about you sitting close to him during the meetings, but on the inside, Giyu’s heart is racing and his head will be spinning, his thoughts going one thousand miles per hour. His hand will be gripping his thighs or forearms tightly in an attempt to calm himself.

Sometimes, Giyu will try to hang out with you, asking if he could eat together with you or train alongside you. He will be quiet for the whole duration of the hang-out and will only answer your questions as short as possible. You two will be having a lot of dry conversations at first.

Giyu also thinks that he is not even worth to be loved by you. You’re such an incredibly strong hashira and appreciated by so many people, surely you have already someone else in mind you’d like to date. Anyone but him.

He soon realises that Sanemi has been paying more attention to you lately. He asked to train with you more often and then inviting you to grab something to eat afterwards. Giyu saw how Sanemi’s eyes would soften up ever so slightly and how his pupils dilated. He looked more content around you, wich is rare for the wind hashira.

Giyu felt a wave of sadness wash over him. Sanemi would probably have more of a chance with you than him. He’s stronger, more handsome, and probably be a better lover overall. Giyu tries to tell himself that it’s over and that he has no chance and should move on, but for some reason he wants to keep going. Giyu wants you and he’ll try his best to win you over. Even if he has to compete with Sanemi.

“Do you want to go eat Salmon Daikon with me? It’s okay if you’re already busy, I’ll go on my own if you are.”

💚 Sanemi Shinazugawa 💚

Sanemi, after realising that he fell for you, would be very angry at himself for letting his emotions go loose like this. He hated himself for it and got extremely rude to you whenever you tried striking up a conversation with him. He was trying to push you away from himself in order to shield himself from potential heartbreak and to protect you from himself. Sanemi knows he’s not a good person and he does not deserve you. He’ll be a bad influence for you anyway.

But after a while, Sanemi began to accept his feelings and calm himself. He apologised to you for being unreasonably rude and started giving you small gifts as some sort of apology. Instead of presenting them to you, Sanemi shoved the small gift box into your hands and would leave as quickly as he came.

Slowly but surely, Sanemi began to hang out with you more. He’d invite you to spar with him and afterwards maybe go out for a bite. But he’s only asking because you’re such a strong hashira and he’d like to train with you! No other reason.

Sanemi is trying to become a better man for you. He’s becoming kinder and more talkative, trying to open up more and more. He even showed you the rhino beetles he’s raising. Sanemi never showed or mentioned them at all. It was kind of cute how childishly excited he got when showing them off.

Sanemi only realised that Giyu is interested in you as well after one time where you rejected to hang out with Sanemi, explaining that you already had plans with Giyu. He grumbled and stomped off, fuming in anger. You wanted to hang out with that prick? Giyu thinks he’s better than everyone, why do you talk to that weirdo?

Sanemi gets very jealous of Giyu very quickly, giving him nasty side-eyes from across the training grounds whenever he sees you eating lunch with him or just simply talking to him. Oh how he just wants to beat this guy up.

So, Sanemi tries to be faster than him. He’ll ask you out days in advance if you want to train with him and went even as far as sending Kagaya a letter, asking to be send on missions alongside you more often, arguing that your and his breathing technique are compatible and you two work so well together.

He was attempting to badmouth Giyu in order to have more of a chance with you, but quickly realised that just made you upset with him, so he’ll try to restrain himself.

“Hey, wanna go grab some snacks tomorrow? I’m craving udon for some reason.”

“Why do you keep asking her to hang out, huh? You wanna hog all her free time?!”

“You have been asking her to her to join you for almost every day now. I would like to hang out with her some time.”

“Bullshit. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, dipshit.”

“Giyu? Sanemi? What are you two arguing about?”

“Nothin’.”

“….”

💠

This was so fun! Thanks for reading! My requests are open for both the hashira and the demons, so don’t be shy to request something <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my masterlist for the hashira

Here’s my masterlist for the demons

[pookalicious-hq]

kunigami rensuke with a cute hyper fem gf...

now playing: tell me by fifty fifty

you tie bows all over his things; on his water bottle, cleats, even in his hair sometimes (he never takes them off).

Kunigami reached into his bag, pulling out his cleats and tossing them aside without a second thought. Stretching always came first in his routine. His muscles flexed as he bent down, the familiar routine calming his mind as he focused on the upcoming practice. But when he straightened up and glanced at his cleats again, something stood out.

A small, baby pink ribbon had been tied neatly onto his laces. Two perfectly formed bows, delicate and unmistakable, sat right at the top. Kunigami blinked, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he recognized the handiwork immediately.

It was you.

His girlfriend, always leaving your subtle touches—on his things, in his life. You found joy in these small gestures, and somehow, they never failed to brighten his day. The bows weren’t just ribbons; they were little reminders of your affection, woven into his routine in the softest, quietest way.

With a quiet chuckle, he slipped the cleats on, ribbons and all. He could already imagine the teasing he’d get from his teammates, but it didn’t bother him. If anything, the bows felt like a badge of honour.

They were pretty fashionable, if he did say so himself.

you drop him off at practice in your pink beetle convertible that he barely fits in.

In your car, the rule was set in stone: Kunigami was only allowed to queue up music from your driving playlist. Today (his personal favourite), Tell Me by Fifty Fifty played through the speakers, and you were singing along, completely engrossed in your own atmosphere. The bedazzled steering wheel shimmered in the sunlight, its light bouncing off the pink disco ball hanging from your mirror. The reflections danced around the car, lighting up your smile as she belted out the lyrics.

Kunigami watched you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He was used to this by now—the bright, pink car, the music filling the small space, even the tight squeeze as he tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat. It was all part of your mornings together, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

As they reached the field, you pulled to a stop, still humming the last notes of the song. Kunigami unfolded himself from the car with ease, with a quick kiss to his cheek, you gave a cheerful goodbye and drove off.

He turned, ready for practice, but Otoya’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Kunigami... were you just in a Barbie car?”

Kunigami paused, raising an eyebrow. “Barbie car?”

“Yeah!” Isagi pointed to where her car had just been. “Which toy store did you steal it from?”

Bachira jogged over, grinning. “It’s got the heart wheel rims and everything! I didn’t know you rolled like that.”

Kunigami blinked, glancing back down the road. It was just your car to him—pink, sure, and decked out with shiny accessories, but it never crossed his mind as anything more than that.

With a shrug, he turned back to his teammates. “Belongs to my girlfriend. It works.”

Isagi shook his head, chuckling. “You’re down bad, man.”

Kunigami just smiled, unfazed. It didn’t matter what they thought—those mornings were his favourite part of the day.

you always gets him to do tiktoks, they go viral for the trend where they tied a bow around his bicep and you squished your face between.

"Babe, hold still, please."

He was about 99% certain he had been completely still this whole time, but if you asked for it, he'd do nothing to deny you. Kunigami glanced down at you kneeling beside him on their velvet pink couch, a pink silk ribbon in your hand. Your focus was intense, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tied the ribbon around his bicep.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m not sure a bow suits my vibe.”

You paused, looking up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. “Of course it does! You’ll look adorable.”

“Right, adorable,” he replied, trying to suppress a grin. “Just remember I’m a soccer player, not a model.”

“Mm, you're right, too bulky. Though you do have the tiny waist for it,” you teased, giving the bow a final tug before stepping back to admire your handiwork. “ M'kay perfect.”

A slight blush dusted his cheeks as you found your way into his lap, positioning your head in the crook of his elbow. He couldn’t help but laugh, his heart warming at how effortlessly you could make him smile.

“Okay, ready?” you asked, her voice muffled as she shifted her phone into place. Right before the audio—some Lana Del Rey song—started playing, Kunigami began to flex his bicep. A surprised yet embarrassed laugh escaped your lips, a rosy blush dusting your cheeks.

If Kunigami was being completely honest, he wished she had suggested this trend sooner. The sight of your bright smile, the way your eyes sparkled with delight, sent his heart racing. It was as if the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of happiness. Not to mention, the way you looked at him filled him with an exhilarating boost of confidence.

“Three, two, one—” you called, voice brimming with excitement as the music filled the air, wrapping around them like a cozy blanket.

He held his flex, muscles taut and ready, as you leaned in, playfully squishing your face between his arm and the pink bow. The silly intimacy of the moment made him chuckle, a warm glow of affection spreading through him.

From his perspective, he could only see a portion of his hair in the frame, while the rest of the screen was dominated by your blushing face, framed perfectly against his (MASSIVE) bicep. The contrast was hilarious, and for a split second, he wondered how this had turned into a moment worth capturing.

“Wait. Why is this hot?” you blurted out, laughter bubbling from your chest. You looked up at him, cheeks still rosy, and you both burst into fits of giggles.

a/n: i love this man sm, lmk if you have any other characters you wan me to do this with, send the archetype along with the paring <3

[quibbs126]

Yesterday I saw someone on Twitter mentioning the babyfication of Bumblebee in the fandom, and that's been somewhat of a thought in my mind before, so I figured "eh, might as well write my own thoughts on the matter myself". Though in a tumblr post, since Twitter has a character limit and I don't feel like doing a thread

So yeah, that's what this is

Why does Bumblebee get babyfied so much in the Transformers fandom?

Disclaimer though: I'm only really touching on the shows and movies and how they might contribute to the issue, and only the ones I've seen, so no Unicron Trilogy or RID 2015. And probably not much on the live action movies either since I remember them very little, just design things. I've also not read any of the comics, so they aren't weighing in either

I'm also not claiming I have the definitive answers, just some guesses based on my own understandings. I'm very socially inept, so I could be completely wrong. It's also why I'm not touching on the fandom side much

My friend told me to put a "read more" tab on this after showing her what I was doing, and yeah I probably should. Take note that this is an absolute monster of a post, this took me hours to write. So be warned

But yeah anyways, let's start this

Oh right, I should probably start with what I mean by "babyfied", so we all are on the same page here. The biggest things I think are making Bumblebee a teenager or child, whether in interpretations of canon material, AUs of official series, or people's own versions of the Transformers (though note the most damning one here is the first one, seeing a canon Bee as a kid, specifically when it is not shown that he is one. The third one is completely fine, it just is a symptom I think), and then also basically just making Bumblebee Optimus' son, or Elita's, or Megatron's, or a combination of characters; basically, just making Bumblebee someone's kid

I'll be tackling it in a general order of the shows/movies and how they contribute to the issue, starting with:

G1 cartoon

So in g1, I will admit, I think I can see Bee and Optimus having some sort of father-son relationship, at least in moments; like Attack of the Autobots which is where Optimus and Bumblebee have that iconic little hug

But I mean also, Optimus just kind of generally has paternal vibes in g1, he feels like everyone's dad. I think it might just get magnified with Bumblebee because Bumblebee is small and probably has the "cutest" personality of the Minicars, so it's just him from that group. And also, he's got a cute little Beetle car as his alt, which factors into it

He also does seem to have been written with the idea of him being younger, at least that's how the toy description feels to me

He was also Spike's best Autobot friend, and as I'm pretty sure Spike was supposed to be the young teenage human for the kids to relate to more, that probably helps with his youth factor

Though he is still functionally an adult. But I don't think the problem is as bad here, since let's be real, people mostly remember g1 for the nostalgia, iconic moments, and being the origins of the franchise; people aren't really making g1 AUs outside of that one person with the Orion Pax and Megatron knowing each other AU

So from the start, he's always had this, but I don't think we can call it an issue at this point. But it does bring in some of the main factors in the babyfication of Bee, namely:

He's small, which can give the impression of younger

He generally is one of the younger bots, even if he's still an adult

He tends to be the main friend of a human protagonist, who generally tend to be kids or teenagers

These will show up again, so keep them in mind. Now, let's move onto our next show, 23 years later

Animated

So in Animated, Bumblebee is yet again, one of the youngest members of the main cast, though this is specifically told to us, like how Sentinel, one of Optimus' contemporaries (and TFA OP is meant to be on the younger side of his variations too), was Bee's drill sergeant, as well as just Bee's general behavior

He is also the smallest member of the main cast, which can contribute to the feeling of him being younger

He is also friends with the human protagonist Sari, who is an 8-year-old at the start of the show, and the two of them tend to go along with each other's crazy schemes, rather than Bee trying to be responsible with Sari; that's more Optimus' job.

What I didn't pick up until way later than I probably should have was that Bulkhead is around the same age as Bumblebee, thus making him also one of the youngest members of the cast. Which honestly in retrospect, makes a lot of sense with how he's written, and him also being one of Sari's closest friends. I think why I didn't pick up on it while watching however comes from two things: 1, he's like the biggest member of the main cast, which doesn't immediately make me think he's one of the younger members, even though younger people being big is something they can be (I mean my brother's like 6 feet tall and he's not even 15 yet), and then 2: Transformers Prime Bulkhead, aka the one from the show that might be more popular than TFA, is very much an adult, and that was the Bulkhead I knew. So I didn't know he was supposed to be younger

We'll swing back around to Prime later, I think it's one of the main contributors to the issue, but keep in mind that interpretations from popular series tend to stay in mind and bleed over into other shows and their versions, even if that's not how they are

But back to Bumblebee, things generally aren't super different between this and g1, other than the fact that he and Optimus don't have much of a parent-child dynamic, and that this Bee definitely is on the younger side in canon, though probably still an adult? I'm not sure, but he can't mentally be more than like, very early 20s. But it happening again does reinforce these ideas of Bumblebee as a younger bot

In fanon, I don't know if the TFA side has this much of an issue, at least nowadays? I see him get shipped with Blitzwing and Prowl plenty, and I don't see him as Optimus' kid, other than like one time with the "9 months in my womb" meme, and him being an oplita kid, which might have just been for the joke and also TFA Elita was yellow, so eh. But I'm also not too big on the TFA side of the fandom anyways, so I could be wrong

So before we get to Prime, I just want to sidestep into the movies that were also coming out at the time

Bayverse/live-action movies

Now I can't say much on the writing front with Bee, since I have not seen any of these movies in a hot minute, outside of the first hour and a half of the 2007 movie. I will say though, based on what I saw of Bee there (aka mostly his car shenanigans), that is not a child, that is a sassy little bastard man. Though that could be because Bay was trying to market more to like, teenage boys and trying to make him "cooler"

But anyways, what I wanted to talk about was his design, and how it contributes to the babyfication issue

The Bay movies gave Bumblebee a redesign, looking pretty different from his original design (though that goes for pretty much everyone except Optimus)

The thing I notice most with these movie designs is how round they make him, specifically with his eyes, being so big and round, especially later. While it was probably originally just a reference to bug eyes, it makes him cuter looking, more innocent. I think by Bumblebee, they were trying to capitalize on that in the movie, making him seem cute and non-threatening in certain scenes so Charlie knows he's not a danger. Which makes sense, but it does contribute to the problem here

And in general, he's a lot rounder I think in his design. And while I'm not expert on shape language, I think I can gather that more round shapes leads to him looking more friendly and less threatening and cuter in our minds, and "cuter" leads to "younger". That's why I keep bringing up "cute" by the way, forgot to say earlier. Cuteness tends to be associated with youthfulness and thus younger characters more

And in general with Bumblebee, him being yellow, a bright color more associated with joy and optimism, and thus youth, and generally having a more optimistic and extroverted personality (though not necessarily in the Bay movies, though I can't say for sure) again leads into him being younger. Now it probably came from the fact that bees are yellow, thus he's yellow (and also black), and his personality came from that bright color. Actually the name probably also comes from the yellow color scheme, but you get it. His color scheme and personality lends Bee to being a younger character

Back to Bayverse, it did change Bumblebee's alt mode from a Beetle to a Camaro (again probably to make him "cooler"), and I think since then, Bumblebee's basically always been a sports car, outside of explicitly g1 referencing things. So it does tend to take away the "smaller" aspect of what makes him seem so young, as he's more average sized now. But the youthful connotations don't necessarily go away

This is also (I think) what started the trend of Bumblebee losing his voice, being replaced with either radio/movie clips, or just beeps that the characters can understand. Now while I'm not too sure how this affects him in Bayverse, as I haven't seen much of Bee proper in the movies in a long time (the first half of the first movie is pretty much just car Bee), and since I know he can still talk in some way, it does mean you focus less on his dialogue and how that characterizes him, and more on his appearance and actions (at least in robot mode). Or he just doesn't talk, and you can have your own interpretations of what he's saying. And as mentioned prior, his design tends to make him look cuter, adding to the issue. I'll get more into this in Prime, since I am familiar with Prime, and he doesn't talk at all there

He's also again, I'm pretty sure one of the younger bots, despite probably being an adult. We'll go over that more in Prime

I don't think I have much else to say on these movies, so to go over the general points, this seemed to cause a bit of a shift in Bumblebee's portrayals. He got a bigger alt mode, so he's not tiny anymore, but he got big round eyes that make him seem cuter, rounder features, and he lost his voice, which means you can fill in the gaps in what he's saying in your head

Now, let's get to the real meat of this, and I think the biggest cause of this all:

Prime

I hope I didn't hype this section up too much. But I think this is where all the things conglomerate into the main factors of Bee's babyfication

Bumblebee is not the smallest bot, but the smallest is the female motorcycle bot, as opposed to his sports car, so. He is the youngest Autobot, and bot in general outside of I guess the Predacons, until Smokescreen comes in in Season 2, who is also considered young. He and Optimus have a close relationship, that given their age differences, could be read as paternal. He's got the big round eyes of Bayverse and a generally round design, which we've already discussed as to how it contributes to the problem. He also does not speak at all, only using beeps that we the audience cannot understand, until the finale. His designated human friend is the youngest human companion here, and the most child of them, being only 12. All these factors combine to create the most "baby" Bumblebee so far

(I just added a picture since I felt like I needed to. But there's not much to talk about design-wise that wasn't in the Bay section)

First up, the age thing. I keep saying that Bumblebee is one of the youngest bots in the casts, even though he's technically an adult. This is true, in part because as far as we can see in canon, Transformers don't really have "child" stages, they're just born adults. And they don't really age; or well, they do, it just takes millions and millions of years to do so, so they're functionally immortal. So, they don't really age like us humans, physically and probably mentally too, given they skip the young child years. So I mean like, technically speaking, Bee's an adult, it's not really clear where that translates into our perception, so maybe he's more mentally a child? I don't think I'm making sense here, maybe ignore this section

But he is younger, and particularly in Prime, he's in a team of bots all much older than him. If I were to put them in mental human years, I'd say he and Smokescreen are probably somewhere in their early 20s, while everyone else is probably like, 35+. Bee is notably younger than his peers, and we are made aware of this fact. And this makes him appear even younger than he is

If I were to make a comparison, and maybe this is a bit random, but take Mouthwashing for example. I may never have been super knowledgeable of the fandom, but I am aware that Daisuke is like, 22, while everyone else on the Tulpar is 35+, and that makes him feel so much younger by comparison. He's only just started his adult life, compared to the far more experienced adults around him. And while I didn't see it, I do think I remember seeing people talk about how people kept portraying Daisuke as younger and more innocent than he is when he's a 22-year-old man. I also remember someone comparing the portrayals of Daisuke in the fandom with another character from another series (I think it was Omori?), who was the same age as Daisuke, but because that character is the oldest of the protagonist group, everyone else being children or teenagers, he was portrayed super differently to Daisuke. The other character had to be responsible and make mature decisions, while Daisuke is allowed to be silly and reckless. The point I'm trying to make here is that age, and how a character is portrayed and interpreted, is relative to the characters surrounding them, with the characters on the extremes sometimes getting exacerbated because of it. This is true in real life too, but for the sake of analysis

Bumblebee is the youngest member of the Autobot team (at least until Smokescreen), and thus, he feels even younger as a result. This is probably also helped by the fact that there's no Decepticons around his age either, everyone around Bumblebee is a full-grown adult by comparison. And his close relationship with Optimus, who is meant to be one of the older bots in the group, feels very paternal, which serves to make Bee feel again younger, like he's Optimus' son. Which I like here, but it furthers the issue

And on the topic of him just feeling younger, let's bring up Raf. Bumblebee is again a friend of a human protagonist, but in Prime we have 3 main humans, ranging in ages but all in grade school, and each one has an Autobot they're paired with. And Bumblebee gets Raf, the youngest member at around 12. Due to Raf's youngest member status and technically not being a teenager, he is, as I said before, the most "child" of the group, even if they're all technically children still. I thought he was 10 until I double checked and saw he was 12, and honestly, I feel like he feels younger than Sari did, who was only 8 when we met her. Probably because unlike Sari who had no human friends, Raf does, both of whom are older than him and treat him as such. It's the relative age thing again

But back to Bee, unlike with the other humans and bots, Bee doesn't act as the responsible adult, but more of a friend for Raf, though not nearly as chaotic as TFA Bee and Sari. They aren't causing trouble; they're just having fun and cute moments. There's again, the cuteness factor that probably contributes to the young feeling he brings, but it also serves to make Bumblebee not feel as much as an adult. Arcee is definitely an adult with Jack, and Bulkhead particularly gives me responsible adult vibes with Miko, at least on some occasions where they aren't indulging in fun, reckless behavior and Bulkhead has to get serious with her. They're responsible with the kids, even if they slip up at times, and help them learn things. But Bee doesn't have that with Raf, probably because Bee can't talk and give him the lesson. Raf also doesn't cause much trouble on his own and has Ratchet for that

Which segues me nicely into Bumblebee's lack of voice in this show. This was a carryover from Bayverse, since Hasbro was still trying to have synergy with the movies at that point. But instead of radio clips, he just beeps, with the other bots and Raf just being able to understand him, even though we the audience don't. And because of this, we never know what he's saying, and he also just straight up doesn't have a voice for us to gauge his age with. Thus, it's up to us the audience to fill in the blanks in our imaginations. But with all of the discussed factors of him being cute and young, we can just end up interpreting him as younger because of it. It's also again, probably because he doesn't talk. It's like R2D2 and BB-8, who only speak in beeps, but because they're cute, we see them probably as much cuter than they would be if we knew what they were actually saying (R2 especially)

To maybe go off on a weird tangent, I think child characters tend to be seen more as objects than people, or I guess objectified more, since they don't have fully developed brains and personalities and are less likely to be able to hold their own in a fight. They're things to be protected and loved and angst over, while all they need to do is be there and be cute. I think the lack of voice ties into this in a way, I just don't know how to explain it, other than like, because they took away his voice, we can see him as even cuter and child-like instead of the grown adult he is. Infantalization, that's what I'm trying to say. I think that's term for all of this, but you get what I mean by "babyfication"

Especially because at least for me, when Bumblebee did get his voice back, I started seeing him more as an adult, because he could actually talk and had an adult voice. Yes, him learning to take more of a leadership role in Predacons Rising is also a factor, but him having a voice now is part of it too. But he only got it back in the finale and the movie, so you spend pretty much the entire show with voiceless Bumblebee, and what comes with that

I think that wraps up everything about Prime Bee's portrayal, but now let me get into why I think overall, it was what really caused this baby Bee thing to stick

Like I said prior in the Animated section, the more something's repeated, the more it sticks, and these traits of Bumblebee being the youngest have been consistent throughout the series we've covered. Not to mention, I just think personality wise, this Bee feels the youngest/child-like, though again, it probably has to do with his company and lack of voice. And also, the fact that he's well-behaved, like how people want children to be

So, by this point, this interpretation of Bumblebee is stuck in our minds as how he is, younger than the rest of the team

But I think another big thing is that Transfomers Prime is probably the biggest series in the fandom, at least show-wise. G1 was influential and Animated is still popular, but no show comes close to the amount of popularity I see for Prime stuff, particularly their brand of megop or for their Decepticons in general. The only thing I've seen come close is Transformers One, which is also the newest one and what brought new people in during this wave, so who knows if it'll stick forever. I'm not sure where IDW stands though, because I know that was big too

If I had to attribute Prime's success in the fandom to things, I'd say it's because plenty of people around my age (20s-ish?), who are definitely online and on social media, grew up with Prime (though I will note that Transformers tends to have an older fandom than I'm used to), the fact that for a long time, Prime was easily accessible in its entirety on Netflix, long before the streaming wars (and this is how I watched the show), it generally has good writing and animation, it feels like it had a complete story, unlike Animated which had Season 4 cancelled, and Frank Welker and Peter Cullen were back as Megatron and Optimus, making them feel more "definitive". Among probably other things I'm missing

But the point is, Prime is big, and it'll take a lot to dethrone it, outside of possibly some TF One sequels sticking the landing after the first movie. But that's not certain at the moment

And like I said before, popular interpretations tend to bleed into other series and interpretations, even when they don't entirely fit. There's a reason when people want Knock Out in another show, they basically want more TFP Knock Out, design and character wise, or why Breakdown was in Earthspark without the other Stunticons. Or why people basically try to recreate the g1 backstory when making Skyfire and skystar for their stories, even when I'm not really sure versions of Starscreams would ever be scientists. Why Functionism will show up in fanfics despite something like TF One not really having a place for it outside of the cogless thing. Why people will instinctively ship megop across continuities despite it not working as well in some (*cough cough TFA cough*). Why Megatron and Optimus have largely had the same backstories for ~15 years, with One being probably the most different, but still the same general beats. It happens both in canon and fanon, but it definitely happens

So when Prime Bumblebee is portrayed as young, and probably intentionally, it sticks in our minds that Bumblebee is very young and usually will be. He's like Optimus' son here, especially since he explicitly is younger than him. He's cute and friendly, even if he can get into trouble sometimes. He's just a little guy

And by this point, the franchise was like, 30 years old. There's been a number of series, and a lot of the general staples of the series had been set and remain today. I'd argue Prime is the last of the "foundational" series in this franchise, at least where we are now with it; we could end up going in another direction in the future. So it's gonna be hard to just change how we see the characters here

The shows after

I won't go into each one in detail after this, because let's be real, this is long enough already. And again, I don't think at this stage, anything other than One has left as much of an impact on the fandom/series

We're skipping over RID 2015 since I haven't watched it, but I do think it's one of the shows with the least of this problem. Probably because he is at least initially surrounded by characters his age or younger, so the age relativity isn't a factor

Cyberverse actually has Bumblebee around the same age as Optimus here, not being notably younger, but that holds true for everyone in that series; basically everyone here is the same age, outside of like, Cheetor. I don't interact with the Cyberverse fandom enough to know how it fares with Bee there, but given he's a main character, probably more than Optimus, he's probably doing fine?

Though I have to admit I personally find it weird when Bee gets shipped, because surprise, I too have some amount of the babybee influence on me too. I mention it here because there's genuinely nothing wrong with shipping Bumblebee and Windblade here, if anything it makes so much sense; it's just that I can't get out of my head that Bee is supposed to be younger, and thus, shouldn't be shipped

I know nothing about the War for Cybertron trilogy

Earthspark Bumblebee is another case of being hit with the baby beam the least, which I think is attributed to his role as the Terrans' mentor. Once again, he is put as an older character instead of younger, and even more so than RID because he's the main adult teaching our young child protagonists. The age relativity is working in his favor this time. Most you're gonna get is him being called megop's child of divorce, but those two are old anyways

So far, canon wise, it doesn't seem that bad

But then we get to One, which is where I think the problem is really rearing its ugly head. See, B-127 is never said to be younger than the rest of the quartet, he's assumed to be the same age as them. Heck, you could maybe even see him as a bit older, given his odd knowledge and having been in Sublevel 50 so long. But B is constantly portrayed as younger than the rest, being the child of divorce, but actually more "child" this time, him basically being Optimus and/or Elita's son (Megatron is another parent too), despite no indication of such a bond in the movie outside of just being friends (even less so with Elita, whom he has the least screen time with of the group), or just straight up being made into a child or baby for the rest of the group to parent, despite it taking out a member of the group, especially when again, he is not said to be younger

But it keeps happening to him because it's the new popular series and some are coming in with prior expectations and knowledge of B and his relationships, that Bee must always be baby, and probably because he's very energetic and hyper and probably neurodivergent, which has a history of getting characters infantalized. Not saying everyone who sees him as younger is problematic or ableist for doing so, just that this probably contributes on some level to why it's so widespread

I think I've covered all my points at this rate. Are we finally done? Can I go do my schoolwork? Sorry, just random, I've been here for a while

So, to summarize, why does Bumblebee get babyfied so much?

Because Bee has a long history as being young, he's put around older characters who make him feel younger by comparison, he's got a design that lends him to be seen as cute and young, especially in the most well-known depictions (I mostly mean g1, Bayverse and Prime here), the fact that the show were all of these traits are at their biggest is also the most popular show, and thus influencing people's minds going forward that this is how he should be, even when it doesn't fit so well

And I don't think this mentality around Bee is going away anytime soon, and it isn't necessarily wrong to make Bee a young bot, but I think we should acknowledge that sometimes it's trying to fit a square in a round hole, it just doesn't fit as well, and we need to be mindful of that

[fallingdownhell]

May I request Zhongli, Itto, Kaveh and Cyno with an s/o who's got crazy good luck? They could win any challenge or game presented to them, never get hurt (to badly), and are always making loads of cash (somehow).

I can imagine at least one of those characters getting jealous over something like this.. Characters Included: Itto; Cyno; Zhongli; Kaveh Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; crack??; some fluff and comedy; nothing too serious here, just some funny headcanons Word count: 942 words Have fun with this<3

Itto

the man, the myth, the legend himself..

he gets SO incredibly jealous. When he challenges you jokingly at first, and you keep winning against him..

His pride is on the line here, okay?

you win a match of TCG against his amazing deck? That's fine, he can always challenge you for another round

but when you keep on winning and winning, he gets more and more desperate with each passing round

okay, screw TCG. How about a beetle fight? He's sure to win this, no doubt about it!

...what do you mean he lost again?

he's heartbroken. Will fall to the ground in disbelief. Have the gods truly forsaken him now?

a little drama queen about it, but it wouldn't be the Itto you know and love if he wouldn't act like this

still, you do feel a bit bad about it. To the point where you decide to only do the bare minimum and let him win against you, so he'll cheer up again

when he does win, his spirit is back up again immediately, bloating about his superior victory for the rest of the day. Like, seriously, he won't shut up about it anymore

unless someone were to mention all his previous losses, then he's back to sulking again

however, the next day, all is forgiven and forgotten again

Cyno

one night, after dinner, he was talking about his new deck in TCG when you decided to ask him if he could teach you how to play

immediate sparkles in his eyes as he gets all excited and pulls out a new set of cards for you. He's been waiting for this day to come!

takes his time to explain the rules to you and helps you build your deck. If you ask him questions, he answeres them paitently

then comes the time for your first duel. Even though you are his partner and it's your first ever match, he doesn't plan to go easy on you. Well, maybe a bit, but he still will take this match very seriously

But when you end up winning against him, he's dumbfounded. How did you manage to do that?

He'd quietly mumble something about beginners luck, then challenges you to a rematch. This time, he plans to go all out

...and he looses again

now thourougly confused, he's looking at his cards like he might find the answer in them, while you are laughing your ass off. Your stomach hurts from all the laughing, but you can't calm down. Cyno's just so cute when he looks so shaken up

it's a mystery to him, how you could win against him, despite him having the better cards, the better deck and obviously having more expierence playing the game

in the end, he does swallow down his pride and congratulates you to your win, though he will work his deck over and challenge you again at a later point in time

Zhongli

as an adventurer, it is unavoidable that people get injured every now and then. It's just a risk that comes with the profession

and yet, Zhongli has never seen an injury on you more severe than a cut and maybe some darker bruises

don't get him wrong, he's glad that you're not getting hurt all the time. It's just that your stories and the results don't match up most of the time

"And get this. Then, a huge rockfall comes falling down in our direction! Can you imagine that?" "Darling, that's very serious. How did you manage to avoid that?" "I don't know. Guess I just got lucky. I only got hit my a small one on the head, but it wasn't even big enoug to give me a concussion, so all's good!"

"I almost fell down a cliff today!", "A group of Ruin hunters attacked us today!", "We got locked in a cave, but luckily, they were connected to other caves, so we got out no problem."

almost every other day, you come home with a similar story and every time, Zhongli questions just how much luck one single human can possess to come out mostly unharmed every single time

still, every time you set out for work, he can't help but worry about you. What if one day, your luck runs out on you? You reassure him that you're careful, but it does little to appease his mind when you come home with yet another tale to tell...

Kaveh

Kaveh isn't one for gambling, never has been and never will be. Though, he knows that you like to induldge from time to time, so when you invite him to come along with you, he agrees

and then he witnesses you winning each and every game you partake in. Doesn't matter how rigged the games might be, you make it look so simple

with a huge grin on your lips, your arms raise into the air as you declare your victory one again, and he's left dumbfounded

when he catches a quiet moment, he can't help but ask you about it

"I don't know. I just always had really good luck when it comes to those type of games.", would be your nonchalant explanaition

now he gets why you don't go out to play more often. You'd get banned from every single location if you were to do this regularely

Going home from a place like this with such a massive win.. he's too stunned to speak, but nonetheless very impressed and proud of you for it

will accompany you more often when you want to go out to gamble again, just to see your excited and joyful expression again

[multifariousqueer]

Felix Catton Headcannons 💛🪩

a/n: AHHHHH ITS SO GOOD TO BE BACK!! i revamped the blog so hopefully its more authentic and grown up. however, still respect my policy of black reader(no messy buns and crimson red cheeks sorry{not sorry}) being the main reader and smut still happening on this page. I’ll lyk when requests are open again(hopefully soon) and yeah! To all of my new friends, hi!!!! I’m multifarious and hopefully I can provide as much brainrot as possible. i have no intention changing my name rn but still be respectful and kind always 🫶🏽🫶🏽

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, cute scenarios, kissing, suggestive language, that’s all(for now 😏)

summary: just some good ol’ Felix brain rot and headcanons(ik yall missed them)

Felix Catton headcanons

You two first met at Oxford and he was immediately intrigued. You shocked him when you asked what one of his wristbands meant and he answered with a pleasant smile and you retorted that you had been there before. He smiled and asked for your name which you happily obliged in giving him.

You went to a pub and saw him again and he asked where you were headed and when you answered, he huffed and insisted that you stay with him instead.

He spent the entire night holding you by the small of your back and being very touchy and you were giggly(whether from the alcohol or his intoxicating energy still leaves something to be desired).

Felix walked you back to your dorm where you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He was spotted by you in the library and he struck up a conversation about where you are from and your hobbies:

“A pretty girl like you must be from somewhere special”-he said

“Oh! No, I’m just from(enter state or city here)”- your ears fell hot and you felt yourself melt into his gaze.

“Ahhhh I think I’ve heard of that place before” even when he hasn’t

“Oh haha yeah. So what about you?” You chuckled, picking up on his white lie.

“Oh my family just owns a house in Saltburn, have you heard of it? It’s kind of small” he said modestly

“No sorry. I don’t know much about the UK besides the Beetles” you laughed

Felix chuckled at this and he found your naivety cute and endearing

He introduced you to most of the things in the UK and over time, you started getting closer

Actual headcanons:

-Spoils you relentlessly and doesn’t understand the concept of not doing so. To him, you’re a princess and you deserve to be treated so.

-His friends don’t like you because you aren’t wealthy(unless you are, slay queen or king) but Felix doesn’t care.

-Asks you if you want to smoke and accepts when you say no

-Has fluffy hair and mewls when you run your hands through it

-Kisses you when you wake up and when you try to push him off of you, he just grabs your hands and kisses them too.

-Makes you look like a ragdoll(and throws you around like one too ;)

-Loves picking you up and spinning you around while kissing you

-Doesn’t understand the concept of personal space when it comes to you but fully expects you to give him space when he needs it

-Loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers while making comments about how small you are compared to him

-Plays with your feet when you’re sleeping next to each other

-Helps you with your homework when needed

-He loves tanning and even though you’re already tan, he will ask you to come and read to you during it

-Reassures you whenever he gets hit on and playfully blows girls off

-If you’re getting flirted with, he will go out of his way to make the other guy feel like a third wheel by kissing you, spinning you, and calling you pet names while nuzzling your nose

-Begs you to go to Saltburn; when you do, his entire family loves you.

-His mom cups your face in her hands and remarks about how pretty you are.

-You two gossip while Felix rolls his eyes and makes comments

-Felix calls your parents and flys out to meet them

-They love him(he took his piercing out so they wouldn’t think he was a freak)

-He is horrible at Just Dance and when he messes up, he pushes you slightly so that you mess up too

-This leads to him flopping on the floor while holding you and laughing

-TOTAL GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

-Felix is super protective and he tracks your location 24/7 and asks you about it when you come home

-If he is lying anywhere, he will pull you into him and kiss you into a full makeout session

-Anyways FELIX SOLOS YOUR FAVS

[knottyforlegoshi]

legoshi fluff alphabet;

a ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?

legoshi’s favorite activity is really just to be around his s/o. it doesn’t matter what they’re doing. some would find that boring, but he’s entranced just by watching you go about your day, as creepy as that may sound. if he had to pick a favorite thing you two do together, it’s having cute little meals together. legoshi can’t explain it, but part of him really enjoys seeing you full and satiated. it makes him feel like he’s taking good care of you. he also enjoys listening to you ramble about things that excite you. 

b eauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

god, like everything about you? legoshi is a sweet soul. when he falls for someone, he finds everything about them undeniably, unbearably attractive. if he had to pick his favorite thing about you though, it would be your smile, as cheesy as that sounds. 

c omfort - how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

legoshi is no stranger to feeling down, but his strategy is to shove it down. whether or not he makes a convincing case for being fine is... debatable. he’s a little too well known for brooding. the upside to his tendency to ruminate is that he is hyper attuned to your moods. the type to wrap you up in his arms and let you cry into his chest, never letting go. he knows he can’t always say the right thing, but this is how he intends to comfort you, to let you know he’s always going to be there for you. if he finds out that you enjoy distractions more, he’ll start listing off random facts about beetles and animal biology to get you to brighten up. it’s cute.

d reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

married, preferably. legoshi’s big on commitment. he sees it as the natural progression from dating, and it surprises him that not everyone views relationships the same way. he wants a cute little apartment with you, a small backyard for the two of you to lounge together in, and your hand firmly in his, a simple ring glistening on your finger.

e qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

ooh, i’d say he chooses to be passive. legoshi doesn’t trust his own strength, or desires. he’d much rather have you take the lead. but when it comes to some things (i.e. him being jealous), he gets quite assertive. he also has a pretty strong sense of justice, so if relationships decisions need to be made where someone gets hurt as a result, he wants to do the opposite. with simple things such as where to eat or who does the chores, he’s amenable to almost anything. 

f ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

he will almost always forgive them. unless they did something that completely went against his belief systems, like eat a herbivore if they’re a carnivore. i think that legoshi would even find a way to forgive his s/o if they cheated, though it would certainly still nag at him every time they were together.

you’re his lover, and he prefers to not fight. if he thinks there’s even a chance he may be wrong, he’s quick to apologize. BUT if he thinks he’s in the right and you’re putting yourself in danger, he can he can be incredibly stubborn. 

g ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he’s very grateful. he’s not used to people doing anything for him, so he treasures any extra bit of attention or gifts that you give him. he’ll literally keep a bracelet you make him the first month of dating, in a box full of other paraphernalia that reminds him of you. 

h onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

depends. for the most part, he is an honest, earnest guy. he doesn’t like to keep secrets, but he does so because he doesn’t want to worry his s/o. for example, his training, or even where he got that new, gnarly scar on his arm. he thinks that the key to protecting his s/o is keeping them on a need-to-know basis. his secrets are never related to infidelity. 

i nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

his s/o definitely inspires him! legoshi is the type of guy who draws strength from those close to him. his s/o encourages him to open up, to be more true to himself, and to be confident in his skin as a carnivore. 

j ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

incredibly so. jealousy is legoshi’s one greatest sin. he has faith in you, yes, but not in anyone else. after all, if he is utterly entranced with you, other people might be as well. he doesn’t think you’ll cheat on him, no, but if he sees someone getting handsy with you, a bit too friendly, he can’t resist the urge to bare his fangs. 

k iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

he’s not the most experienced kisser. he has to cover his teeth with his tongue in order to not bite you. he is very careful with you though, because the last thing he wants to do is nick you. he definitely tries to put his all into the kiss, making sure to nuzzle his snout against the nape of your neck after. your first kiss is probably a brief, chaste one, as legoshi gets used to any possible differences in anatomy.

l ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he’ll kind of just say it aloud without thinking about it. maybe to jack or one of his friends. and then he has to stop and ruminate. is what he feels for you really love? it’s not too hard for him to realize, yes. yes, it is. he’s very eager to tell you and get the timing right, but unfortunately it doesn’t always work out that way. 

he just blurts it out. he knows what he feels. he’s the first one to say it. if it’s his choice, he confesses to you in some place that is special to you both--maybe the site of your first date, the first time you met, a memorable night, etc. 

m arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

oh definitely. for him, it’s the natural progression of a relationship. he loves you and has no plans of being with anyone else, so why wouldn’t he want to set your relationship in stone? if his partner has cold feet about getting marriage, legoshi gets a bit nervous. do they not want to be with him? is he not the love of their life? if not... how can he become that kind of person to them?

for proposals, it’s much like the first date where he wants it to be a special moment, but something gets in the way, and he ends up just having to blurt it out. he does bring a ring though; he’s saved up months’ worth of his salary for a simple but pretty ring. 

the marriage is gonna be lowkey and private unless his s/o is fond of an audience. even so, legoshi gets nervous around crowds, so he’s going to want to keep it as small as possible. your good friends and close family will be there, but that’s about it. legoshi might be persuaded into inviting his drama club friends from cherryton, but it’s more likely that they have a high school reunion and he randomly mentions he’s been married for several years.

n icknames - What do they call their s/o?

he prefers to just call you by your name. he loves the way it sounds on his tongue. he finds nicknames a bit juvenile? he doesn’t mind if you refer to him by one though. 

o n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

we have all seen legoshi in love. he’s a total simp. it’s so obvious to everyone that he’s in love. and while legoshi may show physical manifestations of his adoration around you--wagging his tail, ears perking up, etc.--in terms of his face... he tends to look even more melancholy. he has resting worried face. he’s especially pensive when he has a crush. he’s in his head too much, thinking about when to make his move, how you feel about him, what is the proper next step for your relationship, etc. 

p DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

i think legoshi likes to keep a certain deal of privacy in his relationships, but it’s pretty obvious to anyone around that he likes someone because he doesn’t try to hide it. he’s not the type to brag, but he will mention that he’s been hanging out with someone quite frequently, which is why he can’t do x... he’s quite shy with PDA, but he does like being able to rest his paw on your back, hold an umbrella over you, etc. small, cute ways to show you’re his.

q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he is so dedicated to making things work out. it doesn’t matter what problem you two have, or even if its solely your own hesitations or baggage. he will always do his best to figure out the best solution and will love you regardless. 

r omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

he is so romantic, but perhaps not in an outlandish way. he has certain ideas of how he should act in a relationship and what would make you happy, but he gets a bit too embarrassed to do all of it. he is definitely the kind of guy who focuses on actions--he cooks for you, does your laundry, helps brush your fur out if it gets tangled, makes sure to list the makeup you’re running out of if you need it, etc. he can do some genuinely romantic things such as pick flowers he sees that he thinks you’d like, save up to take you out to your favorite restaurant (you were wondering why he was only eating instant ramen for several meals straight), pick you up and carry you home if you’re drunk, etc. but legoshi doesn’t really see these things as romantic, per se. he thinks it’s normal to want to care for and treat one’s partner. he’s definitely not going to be the best at verbal displays of affection, since he gets too caught up in his doubts about expressing himself, but he will tell you “I love you” at least once a day.

s upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

he thinks it’s only natural that he should be his S/O’s biggest supporter. and he hopes they do the same for him. no matter what it is, legoshi is always going to be cheering you on from the sidelines. 

t hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

i think legoshi enjoys routine because sometimes his life can be wildly unpredictable. he finds himself at peace in the mundane. he doesn’t get bored easily. if anything, it’s his partner who often suggests trying new things.

u nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

oh he knows them so well. he keeps a mental checklist of things you like, favorite foods, favorite movies, etc. if he forgets, he really beats himself up over it. when he’s out and about, he adds things to his checklist of things you’d like. i.e. if you like ramen, there’s a new ramen place in town with good reviews, so he take you there next date night... if you like lilacs, there’s a bush of them near his work, so he should pick some for you when you’re having a bad day... he’s very empathetic, but he may have trouble showing it!

v alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

it’s so important to legoshi. he’s very much an all-or-nothing guy when it comes to romance. his relationship and concern for others takes the utmost priority in his life--even to the point of ignoring his own needs. 

w ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

he likes to use blankets that your scent has rubbed off on. sometimes instead of throwing them in the wash, he keeps one for himself in his closet. he just mostly loves your smell, and being able to pull it out and smell you on it when he misses you.  

x OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

he’s very affectionate in private! odds are he’s bigger and lankier than you, so he enjoys being the big spoon. he loves being able to hold you fully in his arms, protect you from the world, whether that’s through cuddling or curling himself up around you as you read or game or scroll on your phone. he kind of just always likes to be hugging you in private. he loves to nuzzle his snout against the top of your head or behind your ear in this position. 

y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he just mopes. so hard. if they’re away on a trip, he acts especially gloomy. it takes jack or someone else pressing him to do other things to take his mind off of it. but he literally counts down to the time when you’ll return. and he’s the first one to offer to pick you up or give you a ride when you’re back. 

z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

oh definitely. this man would trek through hell for you. he’s an incredibly loyal canine. some of the things he would do include: sacrifice his own happiness for you (sad), learn to be around herbivores to be with you, rescue you from yakuza, etc.

[fanged-fanfics]

Is it possible that I, a member of the short community, can request hcs for the 8:11 with a short s/o? Thankssss ✨✨💥💥

☆ Love In All Sizes — 8:11 x GN Short!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Ryker Dublin

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ryker's never much thought of height when it comes to partners, and they always assumed they were about average height anyway. It wasn't exactly hard to be taller than them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But when it comes to you, they've got a good few inches on your height. They'd tease about it here or there, but they always wanted to make sure you were at least comfortable with their little jabs

ᯓᡣ𐭩 They always offered to get things for you, anywhere you couldn't reach they'd gladly either hold you up to it or bring it down for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sometimes compared you to small animals when making petnames, very fondly attributing you to things like mice, rabbits, and all manner of cute creatures

Accardi Florentino

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Being around 6'3", Accardi had a rather obvious height difference to you. He took note of it rather quickly, and once you became partners together, he decided to use this to charm you whenever he could

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd lean against doorways to tower over you, hold you close to his frame to feel the difference in size, and rest his chin atop your head to show affection

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His absolute favorite thing to do would be tilting your chin up so your eyes could meet, gently guiding your gaze with his hands to make sure your gazes held while he relayed information

ᯓᡣ𐭩 However, if you tug him down to be closer to your height, his usual composure goes out the window, and he becomes the flustered one for once, too nervous to hold conversation

Juliek Octavia

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely a shameless flirt about the height difference. He's not exactly 6ft range himself, but he's close enough to tease you whenever he can

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Are you sure you can manage, darling? I can always lend you a hand. Don't pout, dear, we both know you can't reach"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Anytime you cuddle, he makes sure your head is tucked into his chest. He finds it immensely comfortable and loves to feel your breath ghosting his collar

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely tries to coddle you over it. It's all in good fun, mostly just him joking around with you, but he finds your frustrated looks so cute and endearing

Vittorino

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Leans towards the taller side, and doesn't really mind your height compared to him. He's not one to tease about it much, unless to deliberately rile you up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Really loves when you play into the difference, though. Seeing the difference in your size to his feels like holding the most precious little dove in his hands

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Acts annoyed if he ever has to do something for you, but never denies the request. Yeah he'll roll his eyes and gripe, but whatever you need is getting handed to you immediately

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'll outright pick you up and just carry you to safety if he thinks you're in a dangerous situation. Bridal style, over the shoulder, whatever he can manage. Besides, he likes how flustered you get when he does

Beetle

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Seeing as the angel is around 8'0" in height, basically everyone comes across as shorter than him, and he notifies you of this if you ever express insecurity over your size

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One time when you mentioned size, he deliberately shifted himself to make his height shorter than yours. He inquires if this made you feel better while looking up at you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you mention not being able to see something, he'll lift you under the arms so you can get a better view, or simply just let you sit on his shoulders to observe

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He reminds you that, to him, all humans are very small regardless, and if it makes you feel better, you're a very lovely no matter the size or shape of your being

Dante Basilio

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Compares you to any nickname he can think of that has an ending to it that implies smallness. Tesoruccio, amorino, couricino. And his absolute favorite, mostriciattolo

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He loves to use his height advantage to spook you from time to time, like hiding and jumping out or eerily standing next to something equaling his size. He's just a little strange all around, but you've come to adore that about him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Loves to lean overhead, especially when you reward him with a little kiss from his eyes meeting yours. He always grins widely behind his mask and wraps you against his chest in return

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Offers to carry you basically everywhere, especially if he can balance you on his back while doing so. He also doesn't mind being a makeshift leg-up if you need a boost

Leon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Finds you absolutely adorable. He loves to bring attention to it, but is also careful to not come across as patronizing. The second you ask him to stop, he will, he just can't resist thinking of you as precious

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gently dissuades any worries you have regarding your size. Why should it matter, whether tall or short? Are trees judged by their growth? No, you see them for the sturdiness of their bark, and the beauty of their greenery. You're much too lovely to worry about one facet of yourself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He does tend to wrap his arms around you quite often, loving to press his cheek to yours no matter how far down he has to bend his back to do it, just to get a sense of your warmth

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Due to his talk with you about the meaning behind trees and such to comfort you, he comes to call you "Une pousse"

[bibiwrld]

i'm definitely gonna need a part 2 to the nerdy loser anakin fic, it was too good. maybe about sydnee taking his virginity?

Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!— His virginity!

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content: 18+ (Minors DNI!)

Author’s Note: Okay, watch this!💗

It's been maybe a month since that happened at Anakin's apartment. After that, nothing really happened between them again, it was just that one thing. But that didn't mean Sydnee and Anakin didn't think about it almost everyday.

They would hang out every other day, and see each other around campus more often. Like today, Sydnee finished her last lecture for the day and was headed back to her dorm, but then she saw Anakin working out through the glass of their college gym, making her stop dead in her tracks to gawk at him.

She thought he looked so fucking hot doing pull ups and he was shirtless too? Oh she could melt into a puddle right now.

He did his last pull up and was now on solid ground, and then he noticed her, waving profusely at her, his cute smile brightening up her day.

She felt like she had been caught. She gave a small wave back to him.

He then gestured for her to come in and they talked and talked until Anakin decided to go home, to which he invited Sydnee.

After taking a shower, he joined Sydnee in his room and put on a beetle documentary for them to watch.

“Darkling beetles, the leggiest of all.”

Multiple beetles crawled along the screen.

“Is this too weird?” He suddenly turned to her. “Do you want to watch something else?” He was nervous.

“No, Anakin, I want to watch whatever you’re watching.” She answered honestly, slowly batting her lashes. “I think it’s cool you watch this stuff.”

He twisted his lips, trying to fight a smile. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah.” She licked her lips.

“Syd.” His voice trembled.

“Yes Ani?”

“I really want to kiss you.” He confessed. “I-I wanted to kiss you this whole time.”

She shifted closer to him. “Then kiss me, Anakin.”

He wasted no time in pressing his lips on hers, making her topple over onto the bed. One hand pressed beside her head, while the other cradled her face gently.

“You smell so good.” She mumbled between the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, her fingers raking through his damp hair.

He moaned at the feeling, her tongue slowly easing its way into his mouth. This was new, Anakin liked this. French kissing is his new favorite thing now.

The tips of their tongues teasing each other, making lewd sounds, but the narrator’s voice from the beetle documentary drowned out their sounds.

Anakin pulled away, a string of saliva keeping them attached. He hovered over her, breathing heavily, staring into her brown dazed eyes. “That was okay?”

She nodded, biting her finger softly.

“C-can we keep going? Like all the way?” He couldn’t believe his own words, but he knew what he wanted.

“Are you sure?” She knew he was a virgin, well everyone did.

“I’m so sure, I want this so bad.” He planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

She smiled. “I do too, just don’t push yourself.”

“I won’t.” He took off his glasses, placing them on his side table, then removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor to reveal his toned torso.

Sydnee was practically drooling at this point. Eating him up, devouring him with her hungry eyes.

She touched his hand that was beside her head to get his attention. “Can you see without your glasses?”

“Sort of. I have mild nearsightedness, my optometrist says to wear them even when I read.” He replied, kissing her neck. “I can see your face, just fine, I just don’t want them to break.”

“O-okay.” She breathed out, as his kisses began trailing down her neck.

His large hands kneaded her clothed breasts. He leaned up to look at her, making sure he wasn’t hurting her.

“Can I take it off?” His hands found the hem of her shirt.

She nodded shyly.

He pulled the t-shirt above her head, tossing it on his stack of books. She wore a dark green lace bra, and his hands found a way under it, pushing it up onto her upper chest so he could have a better view of her bare chest.

He gulped, feeling his dick throb in his shorts.

“You’re staring.” She muttered.

“They’re beautiful, Syd.” He told her softly, before latching his mouth onto her left breast and pinched the right nipple.

She whined and writhed underneath him. “Ani.”

The way she cried his name made his dick twitch, no one’s ever called his name like that— oozing with such pleasure.

He then switched to the right boob, trying to fit the entire thing into his mouth, he wanted it all, he was greedy.

“Yes.” Her hips bucked. Her pussy was a wet throbbing mess underneath those shorts of hers.

Leaving her right boob, he peppered kiss down to her navel, licking along the waistband of her shorts.

‘Where did he learn to be such a tease?’

Anakin wasn’t an idiot, he may have been inexperienced, but he knew what sex was. He’s watched porn, very very intimate porn, not those actors, the real thing.

“Anakin, please.” She begged with half lidded eyes.

“It’s okay.” He came back up to kiss her forehead, before unbuttoning and removing her shorts, discarding them somewhere on the bed.

He stared in awe at the wet spot on her grey panties. “I got you like this?”

“Yes, Ani.” She purred. “D-do something about it, please.”

He bit down on his lip, slowly removing her underwear and quickly pushing them in the pocket of his shorts, hoping she didn’t realize.

“So pretty, baby.” His tongue swiped over his bottom lips as he spread her legs open, revealing the slimy mess between her legs. “You’re so pretty.”

His middle finger teased her, rubbing her folds with such an easy because of her wetness. He then eased his finger into her hole, causing her to mouth gape and hips to stutter.

“It’s so warm.” He leaned down and whispered into her ear, kissing and licking it , as his finger pumped in and out of her at a slow pace, trying to find her sweet spot. “And so wet, it gets everywhere.” He pulled away and looked at her, then pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in circles.

“Oh my God!” Sydnee moaned into a nearby pillow.

He slowly removed his fingers, sucking his finger clean from her juices. “I want to taste more.” His voice trailed off, as his head dipped between her legs. His strong hands holding her legs open over his muscular shoulders. He gave kitten licks to her clit, sending her into a frenzy.

“Anakin!” Her hands found his hair, tugging at it hair, causing him to lowly groan into her.

The vibration only made her squirm and cry out more. Her moans and cries were encouraging him to keep going.

His eyes lazily peeked up from between her legs to stare at the mess of a woman before him. She looked so hot like this, eyes squeezed shut with quivering lips. His tongue lapped at her hole, slurping up her sweet nectar, making such nasty noises.

Her legs quivered, daring to close.

“No..o-open.” He muttered, prying them back open.

She became a babbling mess, from calling his name, to calling him baby, and begging him not to stop. The knot formed in her stomach, letting her know she was almost there.

“Hah! Fuck!” Her hips raised, beginning to grind into Anakin’s face. “I– cumming! Ani!” She threw head back and released a clear liquid.

Anakin was taken back by the sudden action, but that didn’t stop him from lapping everything up with his tongue.

Her hips stuttered shamelessly as the pressure of her squirt got weaker, finally laying her hips back on the bed.

“Fuck.” He licked his lips, looking at Sydnee’s limp body. “You— you uh.. squirted.” His tone was a surprised one.

She gave a weak smile as she looked at him. He was wet because of her. His face down to his to chest was soaked. She couldn’t tell when last she felt that good or even squirted.

“Sorry about your bed.” She weakly apologized, trying to catch her breath.

He planted kisses along her belly, then laid beside her. “It’s okay, I-I thought that was–uh..pretty hot.”

“You’re a pervert, Anakin Skywalker.” She teased.

He looked away shyly. “I guess I am. Do you want to stop here?”

“Stop? Can’t a girl catch her breath first?” She brought her body off the bed, straddling Anakin with a smirk on her face.

His eyes grew wide. “O-oh.”

She bit her lower lip and took off her bra, leaving her completely naked. “You should take those pants off.”

‘This is actually happening.’ Never in his 20 years of life did he think he’d be losing his virginity, especially to such a gorgeous woman.

Quickly coming out of his thoughts, he pulled off his pants and underwear in one quick motion. His dick twitched, pre cum beading at the tip.

“Aww.” She cooed, smearing the pre cum all over his tip. “You got all messy too?”

He inhaled sharply at the feeling. “Y-yeah..I did too.”

She looked at him, feeling her flutter at his words. Stroking him slowly, she asked. “You sure you want to do this?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, I want to do this.”

She smiled, grabbing his dick and aligned with her hole. “Okay, tell me if you want me to stop.”

He mumbled an ‘Okay’, his eyes glued to where his dick was going to enter.

She teasingly rocked her hips back and forth along his shaft, coating it with her wetness before finally taking him in inch by inch.

Anakin’s right eye twitched and mouth hung open at this new feeling wrapped around him, as Sydnee groaned, being stretched to new limits.

“Fuck Ani, y–you’re so big.” She groaned, placing her hands on his chest for balance while her hips slowly rocked.

He squeezed her thighs, letting out incoherent sounds just as he looked up at with such intensity. His hands traveled, cupping under her breasts and giving them a light squeeze, he was so mesmerized by them.

She pouted so sexily at the feeling, picking up her pace.

“So g–good—oh! Sydnee!”

“Mhmm!” She closed her eyes and hummed, scratching Anakin’s chest.

Her pussy was softer and wetter than he had imagined, this was much more intense than in his pretty little head.

Sydnee now bounced on him, raising her hips and slamming it down harshly. That made Anakin jolt up, propping himself up with his elbows.

“So good, so good, oh my God.” He whimpered with quivering lips.

Sydnee leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him as she went even faster. “Such a good boy, you’re gonna make me cum.” She whispered into his ear, before tracing the outside of it with her tongue.

“Shit.” He groaned lowly, his breath fanned her neck. “I want you to cum, pl-please!” His hands found the round plumpness of her ass, controlling her movements and snapping his hips into her throbbing core.

The sounds of their skin slapping drowned out the documentary, sounding like nothing but white noise to the pair.

Her mouth was agape, barely able to form words as he was fucking her dumb with his cock. Oh how the roles were reversed now.

She was right there, she could taste it. Her legs began trembling, pussy clenching around Anakin’s thickness as the surge of electricity ran throughout her body. It’s been such a long time since she felt this, and it felt so much more fervid than ever. Anakin didn’t slow down for a minute, feeling himself nearing his pleasurable high as his dick was being painted in a creamy white color.

“Anakin.” Tears rolled down her cheeks from her new as she cried into his neck. “Please!”

“It’s okay, baby.” He hissed, holding the back of her head.

“I-I can’t take no more.” She sobbed from overstimulation, clenching even harder around him.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so—fuck, fuck, fuck!” He moaned into her shoulder, suddenly spurting out his seed and filling her to the brim. “I like y-you, so p-perfect–God, you’re s-so pretty.” He babbled breathlessly into her shoulder, kissing it softly she not loosening his hold on her.

She breathed into his neck, trying to get herself together. “I–I like you too.”

His heart felt warm at her words. Finally regaining some strength, he pulled out of her, his warm seed running out of her and onto his thigh.

She nuzzled even closer to him, their sweaty naked bodies laying atop each other. They both didn’t move, both too drained to even turn the TV off as the documentary was still going.

“We should rewatch that.”

💋