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cherrygirlfriend · 22 days ago

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─── FIRST TIME ♥︎

...or, well, their first time.

♥︎ pairing .ᐟ nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

♥︎ summary .ᐟ rafe texts reader to come over while he’s drunk, and the next day something special happens.

♥︎ warnings .ᐟ fluff, smut, MDNI! loss of virginity (m), protected piv, praise wc: 1.9k

♥︎ author's note .ᐟ the last post on my 3k celebration <3 i hope y’all like it!!

PERVERT MASTERLIST ♥︎ 3K MASTERLIST

he's all over the place. and for some reason, it's so adorable.

your brows furrowed the moment your phone was buzzing and you saw that the contact 'my love♡' was calling you when you're usually the one doing the calling. but the moment you answered and heard the slur in rafe's voice, it was like a lightbulb lit up over your head.

even though it was one in the morning, you made the trek to the men's dormitory because he was threatening to come to the women's if you didn't, and you knew that if he tried coming here, he'd probably end up sleeping in a ditch on the side of the road.

and the moment he opened the door, he was grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks flushed pink, and his pupils blown wide as if he was looking at the most precious thing in the world.

"honeyyy!"

the boy who so rarely initiated affection threw his arms around you, making your brows nearly rise to your hairline. for once, you were the one getting flustered.

"babe, what-"

"i missed you so much." rafe interrupted you by letting out an exasperated sigh, squeezing you in his arms. "why weren't you here with me?" he looked down at you, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, his eyebrows knitted together.

"c'mon. c'mere." you urged, tugging rafe towards his neatly made bed, the six-foot boy stumbling onto it, letting out the most adorable laugh. you sat down on the edge of his bed as your boyfriend laid there, looking up at you with the sweetest smile on his lips. you pushed a strand of loose hair behind his ear, stroking his warm cheek, "y'know, i don't think i've seen you drunk before. it's adorable."

he hid his face into his sheets, but you brought your finger to tickle the side of his throat, forcing rafe to turn around and look up at you, "i was just playing some drinking games." he mumbled and fixed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, a small imprint left by them on his tanned nose.

you gasp dramatically, "you have friends?"

"shut up." he laughed, hiding his face once again, but now it was in your bare thigh, not having had time to change out of your pajama shorts before you made your way over to his dorm. "it was online friends, technically. but it still counts." the boy mumbled.

"you're such a loser." you say with a fond smile, "it might be my favorite thing about you."

your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you felt rafe's teeth around your thigh; he didn't bite, simply pretended to. you broke into a fit of giggles, throwing your head back as you stroked his hair, "what was that about?"

"'m not a loser." the boy whined, kicking his feet against the mattress.

"well, what if i say that you're my loser? that any better?"

"a bit." rafe sighed, his hot breath fanning against your bare skin, his warm lips pressing a small kiss on your thigh before he turned his head to look up at you, his brows furrowed, the boy clearly deep in thought. "what are you thinking about, rafe?"

"does it ever bother you that... i'm not really experienced."

you scoffed, shaking your head, "where's this coming from?"

"you're... clearly more experienced than i am-"

"are you calling me a slut?" you ask, feigning offense as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. rafe's eyes widened, and the boy sat up in bed, stammering. "n-no, of course not, i'd never-"

you interrupted his upcoming rant by bringing your lips to rafe's, your hand around his throat, squeezing only slightly, but even that was enough to make him let out a gasp of a breath against your lips.

as you pulled away from the kiss, you left another quick peck on his lips, the boy looking at you in a half-lidded daze through his long lashes.

"the answer is no. i don't give a fuck about that." you pushed rafe down so he was laying on the bed, making him let out a surprised yelp. you took off his glasses and placed them neatly on the nightstand and made yourself comfortable next to him, nuzzling into his chest, drawing small patterns on his chest through his band t-shirt, "sleep. silly."

"mmpf… alright…" rafe mumbled, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head as he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. it wasn't long until your boyfriend started to drift off to sleep, but the last words the boy heard were whispered to him by a familiar voice…

"i'll just have to make sure to teach you."

you wake up to the feeling of slight stubble running down your neck, making you smile as your eyes flutter open, finding your boyfriend kissing down your neck, "what are you doing?" you ask, your voice slightly husky from having just woken up.

"i think i'm ready." rafe mumbled against your skin, his hand trailing down to the waistband of your shorts. you instantly knew what he meant; hand- and mouth stuff always felt nice but whenever you saw your boyfriend's dick, you couldn't help but wish that you could feel him stretch you out, to feel the pretty, pink head of his cock kissing your cervix...

"are you sure you're not still drunk?" you teased as you watched rafe tug your shorts down your soft legs, throwing them to the side.

"no." rafe mumbled against your skin in his rough morning voice, nipping at your neck, "but as a half-sober man, i definitely consent to this."

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head, before grabbing his shoulders and rolling him down to the mattress and straddling him, switching positions so he was underneath you. "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this..." you purr, running your manicured nails down his bare chest.

reaching for the nightstand, you pull the drawer open, holding up a purple square of foil and raising your brows suggestively. "you come prepared." rafe snorted, his cock starting to harden underneath you, his hands resting on your hips.

"i have a whole box of these in my own room. i hid one here just in case." you grinned suggestively, grabbing the hem of your shirt and taking it off, throwing it onto the ground. rafe's eyes went wide, and the boy could feel his throat get dry as you revealed your bare chest to him.

"i... i don't think i can ever get used to this." he mumbled quietly, his hand slowly trailing up your waist, his thumb pressing against your pebbled nipple.

"what, getting to see boobs in real life and not on your two computer screens?" you giggled, watching as your boyfriend's cheeks reddened underneath you, a pout on his lips, but giving rafe a small peck on his lips was enough to make it go away. "you need help putting this on?" you asked, ripping the condom wrapper open with your teeth and grinning at him.

it had been so long since you'd actually had something other than fingers or plastic inside of you that feeling his warm cock stretching you was almost... new. you couldn't help but gasp into his mouth, your lips pressed against his, barely even kissing, your breaths mingling together.

"fuck..." rafe mumbled, the noise drowned out by your lips on his. you smiled, moving your hips up, swallowing a breathy sigh the boy underneath you let out. you pulled your lips further from his, looking down at him as you moved your hips over him, the boy's blue eyes glassy and blissed out.

"you look so cute under me." you moan as you sink yourself down on him again, your hand tangling in his hair, tugging on the sand-colored strands as you move on top of him, rafe's grip on your hips tightening. you tugged his head back by his hair, the prettiest whine leaving rafe's lips, making you smile as you brought your lips to his once again. "clit." you whispered, placing a featherlight peck on his lips, the boy looking up at you with a dazed expression that was the most adorable thing in the world. "clit, baby."

rafe's eyes widened slightly, making you chuckle, before his hand moved closer to your pussy, your wet heat clenching around him as rafe brought his thumb to draw small circles onto your clit, small gasps escaping your lips.

"good boy..." one of your hands travelled down the nape of his neck, now trailing over the short strands, rafe shiverring under you in a way that made your entire body vibrate.

"feels so good..." rafe mumbled, bringing his lips to your chest, giving your hard nipple the tiniest of licks, "fuck..." you threw your head back in pleasure. at that moment, it didn't matter to you that you'd slept with people before him, or that he hadn't; because nothing in your life had felt as fulfilling as this.

"i-i'm getting close..." rafe moaned, the vibrations against your nipple causing shivers to run down your spine, rafes hips bucking up into you as you picked up the pace of your own hips, bringing your lips down on his, kissing the boy.

"'s okay..." you breathed out, continuing to move on top of him, pulling back slightly so your nose was pressed against his, looking at his closed eyes with such fondness, "let go for me, baby."

"f-fuck... oh, fuck..." rafe groaned underneath you as you continued moving your hips, bringing your hand to rest over his between your legs, guiding him to press more urgent circles on your clit as you looked down at the blissed out face of your boyfriend, his mouth open wide.

you couldn't help yourself, feeling the pressure in your stomach release as you started clenching around him, another round of gasps leaving rafe's lips, his eyelids twitching as his lips screwed into an adorable smile.

it wasn't long until the two of you were side by side in the small bed in rafe's dorm, your manicured nails drawing little hearts on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat, a small smile on your lips. you lifted your head up slightly, and your eyes flickered to his blue ones, glimmering due to the sunlight flooding in through the blinds, the boy looking down at you with a small smile. "what are you looking at?" he asked softly.

"you." you whispered, "hey, rafe?"

"what is it?" rafe stroked your hair, that adorable dimple showing up on his cheek, making you wanna poke it. and it all felt so perfect, all made you feel like you could go the rest of your life looking at that dimple, like you could go the rest of your life looking at no one but him.

"i love you."

rafe's eyes widened, his smile slightly fading before another one appeared, now one that didn't show his dimple, the boy clearing his throat before muttering out a response.

"that's... that's sweet. thank you."

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sillyuin · 20 days ago

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Vernon as boyfriend

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff.

Pairing: Vernon x reader.

Warnings: no proofread.

Yuin's note: Requested! It took me longer that expected as I've been really busy, but is finally here! Hope you like it and thanks for the request, hope you like it ♥

Bf! Vernon, who was excited when you agreed to go on a date with him, but was very quiet during it “I’m sorry, I’m just… It feels weird, doesn’t it? Going out… But not as friends… I like it”.

Bf! Vernon, who likes to be flirty and gets shy the moment you start laughing. It makes him cringe but you look so happy that he's willing to do it just for that.

Bf! Vernon, who likes to go out and try different places, but loves to stay at home: just the two of you, a delicious dinner, some snacks and that movie you both have been talking about the whole week.

Bf! Vernon, who isn’t a big fan of physical touch, but you are the only exception. He loves your touch! Call it a small peck on the cheeks or a long, warm hug, he never gets tired of feeling that close to you.

Bf! Vernon, who listens carefully when you’re worried or sad about something, and will give you good advice if needed. “It’s okay baby, you can do this. And whatever you choose, just don’t forget that I won’t let you fall”.

Bf! Vernon, who joins without hesitating to any of your antics. You bought a new shadow eye palette and wanna try it? He’s your model. Did you prepare for lunch a recipe you found on tiktok? He’s your personal taster. Vernon just finds it hard (for not saying impossible) to say no to his babe.

Bf! Vernon, who stares at you with those eyes that screams love and smiles fondly as if he’s dating the most precious person to ever exist, and somehow it’s true, because you’re his cherished diamond.

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devdozes · 2 months ago

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♥ Love you Love you Love you Love you

AND 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YUO SO MUCCH AAAA FLAMEREAVER PHAINON AAAA!! Phainon header art is mine!! Flamereaver phainon fanart below at the end of the post

The first time you met Phainon, he was leaning against the marketplace wall, bathed in the amber glow of Amphoreus' setting sun. His fluffy white hair ruffled in the breeze, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he greeted you with a grin, the picture of an ordinary young man with a penchant for teasing.

But you were never one to trust easily. Especially not when his swordsmanship—so graceful, so precise—felt oddly reminiscent of a ghost story whispered through the alleys at night. But in the end you fell for him, you fell into an inescapable rabbit hole for him.

The Flamereaver.

A nameless swordmaster who carved a path of ruin, driven by a thirst for the Titans’ Coreflame. A shadow in the black tide, their identity unknown.

You brushed the thoughts away at first. Phainon was charming, sometimes irritatingly so. He paid attention to the smallest details, catching things even you overlooked. His laughter was easy, his movements controlled, but there was something about him—something lurking beneath the surface. A momentary flicker in his gaze when he spoke of fire, of war, of lost things.

And then the Grove of Epiphany burned.

You stood at the edge of the ruin, the scent of ash thick in the air, staring at the lone figure amidst the wreckage. His back was to you, but you knew that stance. That impossible, immaculate swordplay.

A gust of wind carried the embers, and he turned.

Phainon’s blue eyes met yours, and for the first time, they were cold.

Madness and obsession entwined within them like an inferno restrained by sheer will. His sword—slick with molten red—gleamed under the fractured moonlight.

“Ah,” he murmured, voice still as light as before, but tinged with something… older. “I suppose you’ve figured it out now.”

Your heart pounded. “You’re the Flamereaver.”

Phainon sighed, running a hand through his ashen locks, expression almost sheepish. “I preferred when you just thought I was a little too perceptive.”

“Why?” The word came out raw, barely above a whisper.

He tilted his head, considering. “Because I must. Because the Coreflame calls.”

His sword rose, an invitation, a warning.

“Will you stand in my way?”

You didn’t know how to answer.

Because the Phainon you knew—the one who smiled, who made a game of guessing your thoughts, who felt so achingly human—was standing before you, wreathed in the flames of a legend that should never have been real.

And yet, he was still Phainon.

Still the man who watched the stars with you.

Still the man who now waited for your answer, his gaze unreadable, his grip on his sword loose—but ready.

The flames crackled around you both, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

And his quiet, unwavering breath.

Then, he spoke again, his voice softer, almost pleading beneath the weight of something neither of you could control. "I didn’t choose this. The Coreflames… they are my burden. I must take them all, or—" He clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening them again, burning with desperate resolve. "Or everything will be undone."

His fingers tightened around his sword, knuckles pale. "It’s madness, I know. But I have no choice. Every Coreflame I claim brings me closer to an end I cannot escape." A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, but there was no mirth in it. "So tell me, will you hate me for it? Will you turn away now, knowing what I am?"

His gaze softened—achingly so. Even with those cold, inhuman eyes, he looked at you as if you were something precious. Something he wished he could hold onto, even as the fire consumed him.

"If you stay…" Phainon exhaled, his grip trembling for the first time. "You will see what I truly am. And I fear—" He hesitated, his voice dropping into something barely above a whisper. "I fear that I will not have the strength to let you go."

The fire roared behind him, licking at the ruins of a past he could never return to.

And yet, in this moment, with his sword lowered and his heart laid bare, Phainon stood before you—not as the Flamereaver, not as a legend, but as a man on the edge of despair, clinging to the last remnants of something real.

You.

And then, as if realizing his own weakness, Phainon took a step back, forcing steel into his voice. "You should leave." The words were clipped, calculated—like the swing of a blade meant to sever something before it could grow too deep. "Go before I change my mind."

But his eyes betrayed him.

Even as he turned away, as he tried to retreat into the cold, his gaze lingered, filled with something twisted and aching. A love so consuming it bordered on obsession. A longing so desperate it threatened to unravel him.

Phainon had always been good at deception. But not with you.

Not when his very soul was screaming for you to stay, even as his lips told you to run.

And in that moment, you understood.

Phainon did not fear the Coreflames. He did not fear battle or ruin or even his own demise.

He feared losing you.

And the worst part? He already had.

Your breath hitched as you took a hesitant step forward. The embers danced around his silhouette, painting him in a light both divine and damning.

"Phainon…" You whispered his name, but he did not turn. His grip on his sword tightened instead, knuckles bloodless.

Another step.

The blade was at your throat before you could react, its edge gleaming with the reflected flames of everything he'd destroyed.

"Don’t."

The word was hoarse, raw, barely above a breath, but it carried the weight of something lethal. Phainon's expression was composed, carved from cold steel—but his eyes.

His eyes betrayed him.

They held the torment of a man drowning, even as his hands pushed you away.

"You don’t know what you're doing," he continued, voice sharper than the blade itself. "I warned you. You should have listened."

But you did know. You knew exactly what you were doing.

And you knew what he was doing, too.

You could see it in the way his fingers trembled, the way his chest rose and fell with breathes too uneven for someone as disciplined as him. You could feel it in the space between you—so close yet impossibly far.

"Then tell me to leave," you said, voice steady despite the sting of metal against your skin. "Tell me you don’t care. Tell me you wouldn’t regret it if I walked away right now."

A flicker.

Just for a second, his lips parted—silent, breathless, as if the words had caught in his throat before they could escape.

Then, his jaw clenched.

He pressed the blade a fraction closer, the bite of it sharp but not enough to draw blood. It was a warning. One that you knew, deep down, he would never follow through with.

"Go," he forced out. "While you still can."

And yet, despite his words, his gaze remained locked onto you, burning with something far more dangerous than fire.

Something desperate.

Something that screamed that if you took another step, if you reached for him—he would break.

And he would take you down with him.

But maybe… maybe you were already falling.

"One more step," he murmured, his voice flat, almost bored, "and I’ll carve you open like the rest."

A lie.

You knew it was.

You could see it in the tension coiling through his muscles, in the way his grip on his weapon was almost too tight, as if it were the only thing tethering him to this wretched act of self-denial.

But his eyes—

Those blue, frostbitten eyes were void of the warmth that once greeted you at dusk. They didn’t waver, didn’t soften. They remained locked onto you with the lethal calculation of a man who had convinced himself of his own monstrosity.

And still, you moved closer.

Another step.

Another drop of blood slipping from his blade.

Something inside him snapped.

With a sharp inhale, Phainon moved faster than breath, his weapon slashing outward—stopping just short of your throat. Close enough for you to feel the whisper of its edge, for the heat of freshly spilled blood to radiate between you.

You didn’t flinch.

He noticed.

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite a snarl. "You don’t get it, do you?" His voice was quiet, laced with something dark. "I am not playing with you."

His weapon remained poised, steady, the weight of it absolute.

And yet, in the flickering light, you saw it—the minuscule tremor in his fingers, the unspoken war behind his stare.

He wanted you to fear him.

He wanted you to run.

But even now, with his face splattered in blood and his hands heavy with ruin—he could not bring himself to push you away.

"Why aren’t you afraid?"

You didn’t answer. Because you knew fear had never been the problem.

He let out a sharp breath, his control slipping. "Damn you," he whispered, his grip tightening. "You should be running. You should hate me."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He took another step forward, backing you into the ruins. Not to corner you—no, it wasn’t that. He just wanted to be closer. To see you clearer.

To feel your warmth in the cold abyss he had thrown himself into.

His free hand, the one not gripping his sword, twitched at his side. He wanted to touch you. To brush the soot from your skin, to trace the shape of you with reverence, to make sure you were still real. That you hadn’t left him behind like the rest.

Phainon inhaled sharply through his nose, his expression twisting. He was losing this battle.

"You don’t understand," he growled, his voice raw now, slipping past the walls he had built. "I would burn this world for you. I would tear the Coreflames from the Titans themselves if it meant keeping you safe."

His blade lowered an inch. His control cracked another fracture.

"But you… you are the one thing I cannot have." His voice was hoarse, his breathing uneven. "Because I would ruin you. I would drag you into my flames, and I would never let you go."

You could see it now, the full weight of his obsession. The way it clawed at his ribs, at his very being. He could not afford to love you, and yet he did—so completely, so utterly, that it hurt.

And still, despite it all, you took another step. Closing the space between you.

Phainon shuddered. His sword fell from your throat. He let it drop, let it clang uselessly to the ground between you. His hands, empty now, hovered—hesitant, desperate, aching.

His breath was unsteady, his entire body wound too tight, as if one more second of restraint would shatter him entirely.

"You should run," he whispered one last time.

But his hands had already found your face. His sharp golden claws went over your skin, the cold metallic claws made you shiver, touch featherlight, as if he was afraid he would break you.

Or maybe… as if he was afraid you would break him.

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm, shaky. His heart thundered against his ribs, wild, unrestrained.

"I should let you go," he murmured, but his grip only tightened. But Then— Phainon trembled.

For all his power, for all the flames that had swallowed cities at his command, he was fragile beneath your touch.

His breaths came shallow, uneven. His body was wound tight, every muscle locked in a battle he had already lost. And when your fingers—warm, steady, unbearably gentle—cupped his face, he broke.

A sharp, wounded inhale. A shudder.

Then, the first whimper left his lips.

It was soft, barely there, but it shattered something inside him. He tried to hold it in, to swallow the weakness, but it was too late. His knees buckled slightly, his weight pressing into you, seeking something—anything—solid to hold onto. His forehead still rested against yours, but now he was trembling, his breath hitching as the first tear slipped down his cheek.

"I…" His voice cracked. His hands, rough with callouses and stained with blood, clutched at you like you were his last tether to sanity. "I can’t—"

Another whimper, this one quieter, almost strangled.

Phainon, the Flamereaver, the man who had stood alone against armies, who had burned everything in his path, was crying.

Not for the world he had lost.

Not for the lives he had taken.

But for you.

Because he knew he could never have you the way he wanted—not without dragging you into his fire, not without dooming you to the same madness that consumed him.

And yet, he couldn’t let go.

His fingers dug into your waist, clinging as if you might disappear. His body shook against yours, and when you ran your thumb over the tear-stained skin of his cheek, another broken sound escaped him—something between a sob and a sigh of surrender.

"You shouldn’t be here," he whispered, but it was an empty protest. One he didn’t believe himself.

Because when you held him, when your fingers combed through his bloodstained hair, he leaned into you like a man starved.

Like you were the only thing that had ever been real in his world of fire and ruin.

"I love you," he choked out, the words raw, torn straight from the depths of his soul. A confession and a curse all at once. "I love you so much it’s killing me."

His grip tightened, desperate.

"And if you don’t leave now…" He exhaled shakily, pressing his damp face into your shoulder, his body curling inward, caging you against him. "I’ll never let you go." . . . . . You had always loved Phainon. Not just the man who teased you beneath the golden glow of Amphoreus’ sun, not just the warrior with an unreadable gaze and a blade that moved like lightning, but all of him—the bloodstained, broken, and burning parts too.

Your heart ached, raw and desperate. He had tried to push you away, to scare you with the sharp edge of his blade, but he had underestimated you.

You were just as lost in him as he was in you.

With trembling hands, you cupped his face, your thumbs gliding over his cheekbones, wiping away the smears of blood that marred his skin. The red smeared under your touch, streaking his pale skin with warmth that did not belong to him.

His breath stuttered, his lips parting slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

He never could, not from you.

Your thumbs brushed down, grazing the corner of his mouth, lingering there. His lips were slightly chapped, parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, his breath hitched—a shuddering, fragile thing—and you could see the war raging inside him.

The desperation. The love so overwhelming it made him weak.

Phainon’s hands twitched against your waist, torn between pulling you closer and keeping you away. But you made the choice for him.

You surged forward, claiming his lips in a kiss that burned.

It was not gentle. It was not soft. It was everything you had both held back for too long.

Phainon inhaled sharply against your mouth, a strangled gasp lost between your lips as his hands finally—finally—snapped up to grasp you, no longer holding back. One hand tangled into your hair, the other clutching your waist so tightly it almost hurt, pressing you against him as if you might disappear if he let go.

You deepened the kiss, tilting your head, and he whimpered against your mouth. The sound made your stomach twist, heat pooling in your chest as your fingers slid into his silver-white locks, pulling slightly. He groaned, the sound low and needy, and then he kissed you back with a fervor that nearly stole your breath away.

Phainon kissed like a man who had never known softness, like he was trying to carve the memory of you into his soul. His lips moved against yours feverishly, desperately, like he was terrified this moment would be ripped away from him.

His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, hesitant, seeking, and you granted him entry without hesitation. The kiss deepened, turned messier, hotter. He swallowed your gasp as his arms caged you in, his body pressing you closer, like he was trying to mold you into him, to make you his in every way possible.

Your hands slid down, over the hard lines of his shoulders, his chest, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. His heart pounded beneath your palm, beating wildly, erratically, and you realized—he was scared.

Not of you. Never of you.

But of what he might do to keep you. Of how far he was willing to go.

Phainon broke the kiss with a ragged gasp, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm and uneven. His hands trembled where they gripped you, his body taut with restraint, as if he was fighting himself even now. "Please.. Stay.. By you, I am forever incomplete."

THIS WAS RUSHED IM SORYRYR IM USING MY MOBILE DATA

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miscellaneous-misty · 2 months ago

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You're Mine, Not His!

♥︎ summary: in which gojo gets jealous of your collection of cinnamoroll plushies and demands you break up with that stupid bunny or dog or whatever it is!

♥︎ tags: SFW, wc: 1k, fluff, crack, silly, established relationship, cohabitation, teasing, fem reader, jealous and grumpy/pouty gojo, amused reader, an abundance of cinnamoroll plushies, light manhandling by toru to reader, little spoon satoru

♥︎ notes: inspired by this smau made by @sailorkamino! this was spontaneous so i'm sorry about the poor quality. i just wanted to get this idea out of my brain. all the dividers and the edit for this post were made by me from scratch, except for the "empty/ageless block dni" divider (i customized a template by @/cafekitsune for that one). please do not use or re-upload the dividers or edit for your own posts. thank you <3 i hope you enjoy reading ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

♥︎ link to masterlist

You knew the minute Satoru stepped into the bedroom that he was not happy.

Even with the blindfold on, the frown on his half-exposed face made his displeasure obvious from the doorway. He pulls down the blindfold with one hand, brilliant blue eyes piercing straight into your soul. If you were anyone else, you'd be afraid of his deathly cold stare. But because you two have been dating for a while now, you knew him well. Right now, your boyfriend is just being dramatic.

"What the hell is this?" Satoru says, glaring at the smiling plushie in your arms. "You're cheating on me in our own home?"

You smile, hugging the plushie tightly to your chest. "It's Cinnamoroll!"

Satoru eyes the Cinnamoroll plushie in your arms with disdain, as if he's contemplating which cursed technique would be best for eliminating him. The entire shared bedroom has been filled to the brim with Cinnamoroll plushies of varying sizes. "Did you really have to bring your whole collection when you moved in?"

"Of course!" you exclaim, offended at the very notion of abandoning your precious collection. You tilt your head, resting your cheek against the top of Cinnamoroll's head. The plushie sinks at the pressure, squishing against your face cutely. "I could never abandon my first love."

Satoru frowns. "So you're not even trying to deny it?"

The Cinnamoroll in your arms has a smug expression on its face, with its eyes closed, its w-shaped mouth, and the little blush on each cheek. You can tell it's bothering Satoru. You decide you want to tease him. You squeeze it gently, bringing your knees up to your chest, curling closer to Cinnamoroll as if he's your lover. You bat your eyelashes at Satoru in a faux show of innocence. "What? Are you jealous?"

"Yes!" Satoru replies, admitting his irritation readily. He snatches one of the Cinnamoroll off the dresser with one hand, choking it by the neck. The Cinnamoroll plush is unaffected of course, smiling blissfully at Satoru with blue eyes similar to his. He waves the plushie around. "What does he have that I don't?"

"Hm," you hum, pretending to think for a short moment. "He's cute, energetic, cheerful—"

"Oi oi oi." Satoru clicks his tongue, tossing the plushie aside onto the floor. He strides over to you, resting one knee on the mattress and one hand on the headboard of the bed. He leans closer, towering over you, tall and gangly and all-encompassing. "I have all of those traits and more! I have blue eyes and white hair. I'm rich, handsome, tall—"

"Annoying," you interrupt, poking Satoru in the cheek for every item you add to his list. "Jealous, workaholic, yapper, bully, mean—"

"These are lies," Satoru says, kicking off the other Cinnamorolls from the bed as he moves even closer, fully caging you against the headboard. "Slander, even. I demand a lawyer."

"Hey! Don't hurt him!"

A little growl escapes from Satoru's throat, dark and foreboding. "Don't show affection for him!"

He tries to grab the Cinnamoroll plushie out of your arms. You wiggle to the left and to the right, curling up protectively around the plushie like an armadillo. "No! He's mine!"

"Ugh, break up with him already! It's just a stupid bunny," Satoru whines.

You gasp. "He's a dog! Get it right."

"That's clearly a bunny—Wait, I don't care what he is!" His chest bumps into your knees, the loose fabric of his shirt brushing against your legs. "You're mine, not his!"

You giggle. "You're so dramatic, Toru, getting all pouty and worked up over 'a stupid bunny' like you said."

"I am not pouting."

"You are definitely pouting."

Satoru stays silent for a moment, eyeing you like a stubborn, angry cat who has yet to be fed a good meal. Suddenly, he grabs your calves and drags your legs outwards, sliding you down the bed. You squeal at the sudden motion, powerless as Satoru grabs the plushie from your arms and carelessly throws it behind him. He lays on top of you with his full weight, his head resting on your chest and his arms snaking their way around your waist. "You're only allowed to cuddle with me like that."

You laugh, petting his soft white hair. You drag your fingertips across his undercut, the sensation pleasant against your skin. "You're so petty."

He tilts his head up, looking up at you all cute and needy and clingy. "It's not petty to want my girlfriend for myself. Stop cheating on me."

You roll your eyes. "It's not cheating."

"Yes it is! I'm gonna burn all of them tomorrow—"

You grab his cheeks, pinching him. "Don't you dare! I'll kill you."

"Owieeeee," Satoru whines. "You're so mean to me."

You let go, gently caressing the area you pinched. He leans into your hand, your touch. You sigh and shake your head with a smile, wondering how you landed yourself such a pathetic man. "I only keep Cinnamoroll for when you're not around, alright? He's my side piece."

"Well, I'm here now," Satoru huffs, burying his face in your chest. "So I don't want to see him anywhere near you. You should only look at me."

"Okay, you big baby, I'll keep all my attention on you," you reply, hugging him. You take a second to notice his warmth, his weight. You close your eyes, appreciating the way he sinks into your body like he wants to be one with you, like he never wants to be away from you. Then, you open your eyes and smirk. "...For now."

Satoru glares at you. "I will burn those stupid plushies. Don't test me."

You laugh, loud and obnoxious. Satoru gaze softens. He squeezes you tightly, committing the sound of your laughter to memory. Silently, he makes a promise to make sure he's always around so you never have to rely on those damn plushies again. He'll never allow anyone to steal you away from him, even if he has to fight a dumb cartoon bunny to keep you to himself.

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fruvittea · 5 months ago

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how they kiss you

💌﹒→﹒hyung line drabbles ﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: romance

— warnings? none

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⠀# . jake 𓂃 ♥︎

there’s something electric about the way jake kisses you, as if he’s trying to pour every ounce of his feelings into each moment. his lips press against yours with a fiery intensity, and his hands cradle your face like you’re something fragile and precious. his kisses are slightly hurried at first, eager and passionate, but when he slows down, there’s a soft rhythm to the way he moves, like he’s savoring every second. his voice is barely a whisper between kisses, murmuring your name like it’s his favorite word. and when he pulls away, his eyes search yours, a crooked smile tugging at his lips as if he’s already planning the next kiss.

⠀# . sunghoon 𓂃 ♥︎

sunghoon’s hands are cold when they reach for your jaw, the chill sending a shiver down your spine before it’s melted away by the warmth of his kiss. his lips are soft, plump, and intoxicating as they press against yours, moving with a controlled gentleness that still exudes dominance. he holds you firmly, his fingertips pressing lightly into your skin as if grounding himself in the moment. there’s a quiet intensity in the way he kisses, unhurried yet full of purpose, his lips tugging yours in a way that leaves you breathless. when he finally pulls back, his dark eyes linger on your lips, a faint smirk playing on his mouth as his thumb brushes your cheek.

⠀# . jay 𓂃 ♥︎

jay’s kisses start hesitant, as though he’s carefully testing the waters, his lips brushing against yours softly at first. but it doesn’t take long for the kisses to grow deeper and more fervent, each one pulling you further into him. his hands hover awkwardly at first before sliding to your waist, holding you firmly as his confidence builds. he lets out a soft sigh against your lips when he gets lost in the moment, the sound fueling the way his kisses become more consuming. by the time he presses you closer, his lips move against yours with a desperate intensity, like he doesn’t want to stop. and when you finally break apart, his forehead rests against yours, his lips parted as if he’s trying to catch his breath.

⠀# . heesung 𓂃 ♥︎

heeseung kisses you with a blend of tenderness and subtle control, as if he’s been waiting for this moment and doesn’t want to rush it. his hands cup your face with a featherlight touch, his thumbs brushing softly along your jaw as his lips meet yours. the way he kisses is slow and deliberate, each movement calculated yet filled with genuine emotion. he hums faintly against your lips, a low sound of contentment that makes your stomach flutter. as the kiss deepens, his grip on you tightens ever so slightly, his lips moving in perfect sync with yours. there’s a lingering sweetness to the way he kisses, like he’s promising you everything without saying a word. when he finally pulls back, he gives you a breathless, lopsided smile, his eyes sparkling with a quiet affection that makes you feel like the center of his world.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

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2-dsimp · 2 months ago

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I'm going feral for Kirai BY GODS you don't even know

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Yandere Anticupid x obsessed reader

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Tw: Fluff, shotgun wedding, honeymoon with Kirai, btw he’s goth, love at first sight, obsessive reader

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To think you were so close to giving up on love. Until your Anticupid came into your life. He only asked if you were okay when you were at your lowest. But hey, he got you hooked off of his sexy gothic style alone and that was enough to make you fall for him.

You were currently hugging around your newly acquired hubby. You both were cooped up in a honey suite after the shotgun wedding. Y’all had prior to when your previous date had died due to unforeseen circumstances.

The Anticupid was a blushing mess, not liking the fact you so casually clung to his form. You were going to fuck up his mascara from how you got him nervously sweating bullets.

Kirai was never one for physical affection, the mere mention of it made him utterly repulsed. But now he wasn’t so sure, you made him question everything. It felt so magical to have you wrapped around him almost like a scarf. He never wanted to take off

Shaking his head, he remembered the plan he needed to set in motion. The goth still had a chance of redemption for his earlier moment of weakness. He turned to face your direction with his signature resting bitch face. “Listen, let me just make things clear with you for a second—”

“Yes? I’m all ears my sweet beloved husband~”You chimed happily cupping his face perked at attention as your eyes sparkled filled with mirth from him just looking back at you.

That expression of pure adoration was a painful jab to his ribs. He was suppose to be making you give up on love. Not… having you look at him like that. It made him wanna barf rainbows and kittens n puppies n allat that shit. It went against his whole doom and gloom aesthetic damn it!

“I… am a heartless man.” Fuck, he just couldn’t go through with this it was best to nip it in the bud. You were too much of a formidable opponent, as the wise man once said. In the face of defeat run away till you’re strong enough to try again!

“And uh No heart means no romance… Get what I’m tryna say?” Kirai spoke rather robotically, too stiff like an awkward teenager. Struggling to instill some sort of rift between you two.

“You’re Heartless? if that’s the case then…” You trailed off tinkering a bit in thought before you pulled down your blouse. Your hands making a heart sign right over your chest as you beamed at him.

“You can just have my heart as your own darling~! ♥︎” Your Anticupid tensed, his expression faltering upon this sudden act. Why on earth were you acting so sweet? And why is he bout to fold like a damn wheelchair in response?!

Kirai felt faint, you really were the worst matchup for him. Mauling over how damned diabolically cute you were to just say that without shame. He couldn’t understand how you were this open, this willing to give the most precious of all you have to him? The heart he was so set to destroy.

Not to mention, he just officially met you today for goodness sake!

He gulped, you were too dangerous he had to abort the mission he felt like he was gonna lose himself entirely. Taking a deep breath, regaining his composure. ‘Alright… I can do this. I’m an experienced anticupid, The no1 heartbreaker, This can’t phase me!’ He psyched himself up mentally.

“You really… are a fool. That is such a reckless decision.” So he says but can’t help but stare, his heart skipping a beat. That cheeky smile and adorable expression on your face was so… so..

Fuck it.

Kirai pulled you into an embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Hiding the faintest of pink on his cheeks that grew worse the longer he stayed in that position.

“You’re impossible, just as they described you in the portfolio. I can’t deal with this shit. They need to pay me for overtime.” He was mentally punching the air. Cursing the higher ups who even gave him the order to be your Anticupid. They were clearly setting him up for failure!

But he can’t help but to feel grateful for it all the same. He petulantly grumbled under his breath, his leathery wings wrapping around you both in response to you trying to comfort him out of his funk.

He could worry about getting a hazing from his fellow Anti-love corporate coworkers later. For now he’d just settle for listening to your obnoxious but soothing heartbeat of love. He’d begrudgingly cherish it.

Your Anticupid is an ambitious man, his plan wasn’t over yet! He’s just going back to the drawing board… eventually

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im-mentally-00-stable69 · 3 months ago

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Birthday boy!Suguru who came home tired from his mission. The thought of celebrating his birthday slipped out of his mind, too tired to think straight— wants nothing more than to cuddle with you to sleep. Imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his room to see you, his precious pretty girlfriend. All the fatigue in his body vanished instantly at the sight of you smiling brightly holding a cake.

Birthday boy!Suguru who huffed out a chuckle, eyes squinting at how hard he's smiling, his strong beefy arms immediately wrapped around you, careful to not spill the cake that you were holding. Kissing your forehead before blowing out the candle. He felt his hearth throbbed at the sight of your pretty face singing him a happy birthday and at that moment he thought that, this was the best thing that happened in his life. (You, and your whole existence is the best thing that came to him)

Birthday boy!suguru who had a loving gentle eyes full of adoration, looking at you like you hung the stars, shaking his head to tell you that it's okay to just cuddle and watch tv on the couch while eating the cake with you, no need to go down on your knees to please him. He's already contented in just being at your presence. But you refused and insisted that he deserves it, and he can pretty much do anything he wants to you because it's his special day.

Birthday boy!suguru who can't deny you any longer and gave in with a soft sigh, how can he refuse his pretty girl if she looks at him like that? And besides, now that he thought about it, it's also been weeks since he has felt your warm heavenly pussy in his dick and especially in his tongue. Haven't had a taste of it due to his missions keeping him bussy. And right now, as you keep looking at him with those eyes, he wants nothing more than to rip out that cute panties of yours, stuff it in his pockets for future use and have you sat on his face, guiding your beautiful hips to grind harder on his awaiting tongue. Oh, that would be lovely, the best gift!

Birthday boy!suguru who wasted no time kissing you, backing you down in his bed to trail hot wet kisses on your body. He gave one last peck at your soft warm thighs before pressing his face on your clothed pussy. Rubbing his nose in your throbbing sensitive clit, Mumbling words that made you wet your panties even more as you felt his thumb peeled the thin layer of undergarment off your body. Those hot wet tongue dive in and devoured your twitching pussy, leaving no room untouched. Sucking, kissing and licking your cunt till you're making a mess in his bed sheets. Screaming in overstimulation as you tried to move away from his mouth, but he only tightened the grip in your thighs as he push them together in your chest, folding you in half to fuck his tongue in your creaming hole.

Birthday boy!suguru who check the time on his phone and it's already way pass 3:00 am. He throws it at the side before rolling you in your stomach to straddle the back of your thighs. You let out a whine, too worn out from all the Cumming and screaming as well as those positions that had you seeing stars as suguru hit all your spots and made you squirt for the umpteenth time. You're too tired to protest yet, your cunt twitches when you felt your boyfriend's fat dick slipped inside of your sensitive walls. Your eyes widened as your mouth opened to let out breathy silent screams. Feeling suguru's arm wrap around your throat, putting you in a headlock as he fucks you in a prone Bone. Eyes rolling at the back of your skull as his fat tip abused your bruised cervix.

Birthday boy!suguru who pushed in the cum seeping from your warm hole, he smiled lovingly at the sight of his pretty girl who's been knock out from all the fucking and Cumming she had done. You look so peaceful and adorable as your breathing calmed down. He covered your naked bodies in his soft warm blanket. Sighing as he felt the exhaustion catching up to him Wrapping his arms around your body to feel your warmth he move his lips to kiss your cheeks, whispering praises in your ears before he kissed your lips to thank you for just existing and being there for him. He peck your forehead one last time and with that, he closed his eyes and finally, let himself rest with you in his arms.

The best gift ever.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGURU GETO♥︎

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dollcher · 1 month ago

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shiu absolutely looovvveees to spoil you. after all, you're his precious little doll – he just can't help himself ♥︎ !

whatever you pick, touch, even look at, he's already getting it for you. no matter what it is, no matter how expensive it is, no matter how much he thinks it's an unnecessary purchase, he's buying it for you no questions asked. even with your protests, he pretends not to hear you and has already bought it for you. you may pout and scold him for indulging you so but the sweet smile on your face tells him otherwise and that flickers a fondness in his heart he didn't know he could ever feel before.

after a day of shopping, he always asks you to try them all on even though he has seen each of them already – he was helping you pick them out in the first place. but what can he say – he loves seeing you dolled up. you are a woman who likes the dainty, pastel clothes and my, does he love them too. the frills, the lace, the feminine touch to them all – heart eyes practically shoot from his eyes when he looks at you in your new wardrobe. he showers you in compliments, telling you how beautiful you look and how there isn't anyone who could ever compare to you.

his favourite day of the month is nail day! he loves to see your freshly manicured nails painted with the prettiest colours and designs. recently, you had been adding charms to your sets and that only made him love nail day even more. while that means he is spending more money, he does not care. your happiness is the only thing that matters to him. one time, without his knowledge, you had gotten his name drawn on one of his names and he swore he fell for you more in that moment.

your shiu's little princess and he adores spoiling you. as long as you're happy, he is happy.

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yandere-sins · 17 days ago

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The Cure

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a/n: Another commission for a lovely anon ♥

Characters: Dr. Ratio (HSR) x Male!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non-Con/Dub-Con, Rimming, Anal, Hand job), Domination, Obsessiveness, Insults, Long Post Words: 6684

"I told you to be punctual."

Sighing inwardly, you put on an apologetic smile as you hurried into the exhibition space housing all the statues the museum had collected over the years. The hefty footsteps of the moving sculpture and the squeaky ones from your shoes were the only sounds echoing through the halls this late, and you scurried over to the bench closest to Ratio before letting the pile of books fall down on top of it, relieved once the weight was gone.

"I know and I was, but it's getting harder to fool that old guard that I am really so forgetful I need to be let in every night after closing."

"Excuses."

Dr. Veritas Ratio made no secret of his approach, not wasting any time before snatching the first book of the arm-full you brought and flipping it open. Better than anyone, he knew how precious time was when he had to return to being a silent and still piece of art again, the moment the museum opened its doors to the public. You could have been mad about his constant chiding, but in a strange way, you've gotten used to it, pitying him too much to do the self-respecting thing and leave him to fend for himself.

Because it was partly your fault, he was in such a bad position in the first place.

His statue had been your big find. Your breakthrough. The thing that paid all your bills now. When you found him in that abandoned crypt, left alone and ready to be discovered after being buried there, you thought he was exactly what he looked like: A statue. A very beautiful statue, but a piece of art regardless. Never in a million years would you have thought that the statue you brought to your home museum, working on it for multiple nights to clean and restore it, would at some point come to life, step off its pedestal, and demand unrestricted access to books on all kinds of medical conditions, spirituality, and biology to find out how he had been turned to stone… hundreds of years ago.

"Thirsty?" you asked, twisting the cap off your water bottle before holding it towards him. Ratio turned his head, scowling down at you with his picture-perfect features, and you lowered your hand, taking a quick sip of your drink before hiding it behind the bench, reminding yourself that your kindness wasn't appreciated. In the beginning, you still told yourself he was just under a lot of pressure and the stress of solving his predicament, but in time, you came to realize it was just his personality. The man was so focused on himself that he hardly tried to understand others—well, you since you were the only one interacting with him.

It was a conclusion you both reached. If it came out he was an immortal man, petrified by something or someone (Veritas swore he couldn't recall his last moments being flesh and blood), people would probably go nuts over the discovery. Not only would it raise questions about his rights and how to treat him, but he'd be the center of a freak show that he loathed even thinking about. Besides, maybe whatever made him this way would come to retaliate now that he had surfaced again, so he swore you to secrecy, and you, who put him into this museum in the first place, agreed. There were times you wished someone could assist the two of you in finding "the cure", but you respected Dr. Ratio's wishes not to involve more people than necessary.

For someone grimacing just because you offered him water, he was unusually convinced you two were enough to figure out all the mysteries around him.

Giving yourself a quick encouragement, you grabbed the second book from the pile, taking a seat before starting to browse. You two had gone through most of the common books found in the nearby library already, so you had begun scouting for more literature of interest around the bookshops and online. Still, neither of you were any closer to curing Veritas from his condition, and although he spent years able to ponder about it, the impatience was palpable as his heavy body walked up and down the exhibition.

You didn't mind his pacing, the even rhythm of his steps even a bit relaxing as you read through yet another biology book, trying to find hints of petrification between descriptions of mushrooms, but it also made you worry. Even though he was stoic and self-centered on his better days, Ratio usually liked to talk about his findings, even when he wasn't solving his own mystery. He called himself a scholar before, so the new and groundbreaking knowledge of the last century really captured his attention like nothing else. He'd sit by your side, the coldness of his skin slowly warming as your knees touched, Ratio not even flinching when he felt your breath on his cheeks from how close he was leaning towards you to show you the paragraph in the book he was reading. It made you feel like you two were more than just caught in this weird situation. Like you were actually becoming friends. But as of late, he turned back to being colder and distant.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was getting desperate.

You couldn't blame him, really. The way he described the misery of being encased in stone made your heart ache for him, even if Ratio wasn't the easiest to get along with. "It's like time stands still, nothing moves forward, and yet, you are entirely and completely aware it does—just not with you," he once said. It wasn't painful to have his body turned rigid and heavy, but the feeling of constant cold and lifeless organs moving within made him feel like something was constantly wrong. As if he was in a state of mind and body he couldn't escape from but wanted nothing more.

Considering this, centuries of being buried in the darkness must have felt like hell. And if that wasn't enough, you were the first face he saw in a long time, and he couldn't be sure if you were there to harm him. Instead, he was shipped off, and no one anticipated a living person as he was stuffed in a box and brought to an unfamiliar place at an unfamiliar time. The thought alone made your anxiety spike, and Ratio did it all without moving an inch and giving away what he was.

So, of course, the prospect of solving his condition would leave him restless and eager to find out about it, even if it made you a little sad. You quite enjoyed the talks you two had, night after night, at the museum. The few but precious laughs you shared and what little similarities you had. You wished there had been more time to learn firsthand what it was like centuries ago and, in return, teach him about modern technology and how to browse the internet to satisfy all of Veritas's curiosities. Who knew, you two might have actually become real friends? His criticism could be harsh, but he was just as interested in going back and forth with ideas and finding solutions to even the most challenging questions as you were. If not friends, you two would have made great work partners.

Your eyes tore away from the page to look at him across the room, standing still like the statue he was, in a thoughtful position. Although it was bad to objectify him, he was beautiful, his skin glistening in the moonlight, almost like marble, cold and mysterious as it stretched over fine details like the lines of his muscles and his firm expression. A sight to behold, even though his chest didn't lift like a real person's, and he could stand completely frozen in one position for hours if he wanted. It was somewhere between uncanny valley and marvelous.

Catching yourself staring at him for far too long, you shook your head, finally realizing that he seemed way too interested in the same page of the book he was holding. Knowing him just a little by now, you were well aware that the Dr. Veritas Ratio would not ponder just a single page in a book if it wasn't of any interest. Curiosity got the better of you, and you set your own book aside, standing up to walk over to Ratio and look over the edge of his book, standing on your tiptoes to see the contents.

Unexpectedly, Ratio jerked away, his whole body moving like a pillar being rocked by an earthquake, and yet, you jumped, too, expecting some kind of danger. Looking around, the exhibition was still the same, quiet place. Still, when you turned back to Veritas, his eyes were wide open, staring at you as if he had just caught you committing murder or something just as atrocious.

"Are you alright? I just wanted to check if you found something."

"I'm quite fine!" Ratio replied, emphasizing his words a little too much to sound believable. Narrowing your eyes, you took another step forward, and he let the book snap close loudly before clearing his throat. "It's fine. Just an interesting segment."

"Really?" you followed up, your eyes landing on the title of the book. "Ancient Spells and Curses," you read it out loud, raising an eyebrow and looking up at him. Ratio refused to look at you, his chin raised high like a prideful peacock. "Did you find a cure?"

"What? In this? Don't be ridiculous."

While he was speaking, you reached out towards the book, using his moment of vehement denial to snatch it from his grasp. If there was one positive for you about his petrification, he couldn't react or act as quickly as your soft, blood and skin body could, and you were almost across the room already as he put his feet into motion. With a grin on your face, you couldn't wait to see what the doctor had been looking at so intently, be it a cure or just another interest of his, and you skimmed through the book, looking for keywords that would reveal the pages he had read.

Naturally, when you saw the word "stone", you paused, flipping back two pages to find the following:

Cure against Petrification

The turned individual can resolve the misery of being petrified by being with their one true love. A body resting warm against their skin of stone, mouth soft to free their hardened lips, sounds loud to rush the still blood in their veins, and accepting the person no longer living as such—a human. Then, the spell may be lifted, and the body can return to flesh and bone.

Occasionally, the petrified will need multiple encounters with their one true love to sift out any remains of the spell.

You weren't sure if you should be laughing or rejoicing as you read the words. They sounded as fake and corny as only spiritualism could, and yet, it was the first thing you two ever found that would resolve the problem you were facing. Turning around, you stared at the hulking figure marching over to you with a sense of dread on his face, Ratio's expression turning from irritated to skeptical to surprised at seeing your wide grin and excitement.

But then you felt your own mood shift as you suddenly realized why he stared at the solution for so long. If there was anyone that loved Veritas or he loved them, they were long gone, centuries-long. Now that you two had found them, there wasn't anyone who could fulfill the requirements. It was heartbreaking to realize that the only thing that helped could never be tried and tested. Even if you two went public with Ratio's condition, there was no guarantee he'd find the one. His one and only love. And if you two didn't, then…

"I'm sure we can find something else," you mumbled, closing the book slowly. "I mean, this probably won't work anyway, right? It's just humbug."

You felt awful discouraging him after finally finding a solution, but you also didn't want him to feel your own disappointment. The nights spent with him had also taken their toll on you and your life. You didn't want Ratio to think you were going to drop him and leave him to deal with his predicament just because you were slowly giving up hope. He couldn't need that in his situation. He needed you by his side, helping and supporting him, even if Ratio made it hard to get along. With his personality, finding another pushover to rope into his plans would probably be even harder. Besides, he was your responsibility now.

"It'll be impossible to get anyone else here and we can't really drag someone into this either, right?"

You did your best to make it sound like you were joking to cheer Ratio up, turning towards him and shrugging your shoulders dramatically. It was your best try to cover up this awkwardness surrounding you two after finding the spell removal, especially considering that Veritas would not try to keep you both focused on the mission, so it was up to you to stay positive.

"Where would we even find anyone else?" you laughed as if it was the funniest idea you had in a long time when your body suddenly fell forward, the book being ripped from your hand while you face-planted directly into a stone-hard chest.

"Why would we need anyone else?"

The question sounded too certain for it to be a joke, yet you chuckled awkwardly, pushing your hands into his chest to create some distance again. Surely, he must be jesting, however weirdly phrased it was. So when you looked up, meeting his gaze head-on, his eyes clear and unwavering, with determination shining in them that made them look like jewels pushed into a bust, you gulped, wondering what else he could have meant.

"Exactly…?" you agreed hesitantly, wondering if you had upset him. It was frustrating how hard he was to read, but you couldn't dwell on it. You yelped when he suddenly took a step towards you, your bodies colliding further into each other as you stumbled backward. But one of his defined arms caught you before you could topple over. Step by step, Ratio led you back, and you looked left and right at a way out.

"Exactly," he repeated your words, his voice suddenly low, rumbling like a purr in his chest. It was a reminder that he was still human and could make your head flush with heat, goosebumps rising up your arms. He sounded almost sultry, but you would never admit that. Ratio wasn't the type to make your heart jump, he was barely even a friend!

"I'm glad you understand. Now, I don't need to explain myself."

Your hands pushing against his chest were snatched from their place on top of his pecs. You let out an involuntary gasp as he raised them so high over your head that you had to raise your heels off the ground to avoid the sting in your muscles. "Wait, what? What do you mean?! I don't understand it at all! What's gotten into you suddenly?!"

Ratio clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed that he would have to explain himself after all. You looked up at him in confusion until your back hit the wall, and your body was sandwiched between two unmoving objects, your arms pinned above you. "Let's not waste time talking, when we could be conducting our research in the meantime already."

"Research? What are we–"

Ratio pinched your chin between his fingers, his stiff lips falling to yours with the full force of determination. The rock bounced against your soft flesh, and yet, you couldn't taste any stone at all, not even as his tongue pushed inside your mouth. It was a strange, hardened, foreign object that slipped against yours, brushing the tips together and coating it in your spit. Yet, the longer the kiss lasted, the warmer it grew, its flexibility returning as it explored more of your mouth than anyone had ever done before.

By the time he finally released you from the kiss, Ratio was dipping his softened lips lower, down your jawline, and hovering above your throat, your pulse hitting them over and over. His tongue lapped at you, tasting your nervously shivering skin all the way down to your collarbones.

"W-What are you doing?!" you asked, flabbergasted and incredulous. Your relationship was undoubtedly special, but that didn't permit him to attack you suddenly! "That's not–Ah!”

Without warning, Ratio dug his teeth into the flesh between your shoulder and your neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to cause your muscles to jerk, your hips jumping forward and against him. You two had never been so close, never felt as much from each other as you did at that moment, and you felt all the blood leave your body as you met something prodding from his hips, brushing against your own crotch in an unmistakable feeling.

He had an erection.

Veritas let out something akin to a moan, but he caught himself and quickly cleared his throat, finally stopping the assault on your tender shoulder. "I had my doubts," he admitted, drawing away from you to look you in the eyes. His gaze was calculated and focused. It was the same with which he chided you for not understanding, minus the sneer usually plastered on his face. A face still stuck in a spell but with lips that had regained color after just a few seconds of being entangled with yours.

"But it seems to work, let's continue testing."

Pushing his leg forward, you hissed sharply as he ground it against your crotch, parting your legs and sitting you down on his thigh, the tips of your feet struggling to reach the ground. "I-Impossible!" you panted, trying hard not to moan as Ratio lifted his thigh even higher, gravity pulling your weight down like you were sitting on a wooden horse. "We're not… we're not like that! It said you need your one true love, and we've been tolerating and working together at best all this time! No way you like me like that!!"

Ratio didn't humor you with an answer, merely leaning forward, more of his cold rubbing against the warmth seeping through your clothes. He was all hard muscles and breathtaking pressure as he pinned you between himself and the wall. A slight shudder went through his body as his cock perked up from beneath the sculptured waistcloth around his waist, brushing up against your thigh. His one free hand slipped along your arm to relieve his other hand from pinning duty. Instead, both of them crept across your palms until he could slip his fingers between yours. But when Ratio interlaced his fingers with yours, you were surprised to find them already fleshy and warm, and you glanced up to watch the stone subside, turning his skin back into flesh.

"Your stupidity knows no bounds, but luckily, I am here to teach you," he mumbled, face back against your throat as Ratio let out a long sigh. "I waited so long for this. To feel that warmth, taste your skin. I'd done it at some point anyway, but if it returns my humanity, I won't waste time waiting for you to understand my desire."

Finally, Ratio rose to face you again, a slight flush in his expression, his cheeks not yet rosy. "I've never met someone even close to understanding me—until you pulled me out of that crypt. Yet, you think my feelings for you are so abysmal? If I'd care, it would hurt hearing you say that."

"S-Sorry," you whispered, his face so close that every sound louder than your breathing felt as if you were attacking him. Why were you apologizing? His brilliant eyes had their shimmer returned, the amber showing your reflection in them, making you shine in the golden light. You appeared even warmer than you felt with his cold body pressed against you, but it highlighted every one of your features, the beautiful glow of your tanned skin, the puzzled yet adorable look on your face, and the way your body contorted in front of Veritas in an almost sexy way, making you wonder if this was how Ratio saw you, too.

But just as quickly, the illusion shattered as you came back down to earth with Ratio pressing his leg even higher, grinding you against it. He was beautiful, apparently interested in you, and frankly, a catch if he didn't open his mouth, but that didn't mean you wanted him that way. He was reaching for straws with his research into the occult, and you had been an enabler and pushover so far, but not to this degree! You had to do something, or it wouldn't end how you thought it was right!

"Wait!" you cried out, but you were immediately shut up by Ratio's lips. This time, the kiss was passionate, yet soft, lips engulfing yours as he robbed the breath right out of your lungs, breathing it in as if he had drowned and was desperate for air. You slammed your torso forward, grinding your cock over his defined muscles on his thigh, but it only pushed more air out of your body as you were met with the same cold stone that used to cover Ratio whole.

When he finally released you, you were too busy gasping for air to continue your reasoning, and then suddenly, your soles hit the ground again as you were twisted around, your hot cheeks meeting the cold wall with a small thud. Your arms were released, immediately slacking to the side, and you listened to the sliding sound of fabric as Ratio pulled down your pants before you could react.

Gasping, you pushed yourself away from the wall, trying to cover your ass and crotch as Ratio dropped down behind you. He was down on one knee, and still had his head way above your waist, making you wonder just how good his genetics had been for this kind of growth in his century. But that wasn't the point at that moment!

"Stop it, Doctor! We're not that close, we can't just have sex! In the museum nonetheless!"

"Disagree. You and I are both men of science. If not us, who else can prove this method works? Look."

Parting his lips, his tongue dipped out, the pink flesh twisting and moving in perfectly human motions, no amount of stone left in it. You watched it, entranced by its flexibility, when Ratio suddenly parted your buttcheeks and lowered his head while keeping eye contact with you.

"Besides, I still seem to have failed in conveying my desire for you. I shall rectify it now."

You felt the slippery, wet drag of his tongue on your ass before you could attempt to move away. With a shudder and a jerk from your cock, your bud accepted the prodding muscle, allowing it to stimulate and pleasure you. With a face burning with embarrassment and arousal, you looked down to see your twitching cock bopping up and down as Ratio was undeterred, rimming you with more awkwardness than expected, yet his determination prevailed.

Half stone, half flesh hand reached between your legs, a palm dragging over your balls before his fingers split and reached around your cock, moving slowly back and forth. It was a harsh feeling, followed by softness, constantly interchanging, and your precum soon wet the palm stroking you, making it even stranger. That didn't stop you from gasping as Ratio's tongue finally breached the rim of your hole, caving out the entrance until it could fit inside. You let out an involuntary moan as you felt it wiggle inside of you, making space for itself and what was yet to come, while Veritas's hand moved faster, the back and forth soon falling into a rhythm with his tongue, making it very hard to think clearly as your legs began to shudder from the pleasure.

But just as you were edging closer to your orgasm, suddenly, his tongue slipped out, dragging over your bud one more time before his face retreated from your ass, and Ratio's hand came to a standstill. Your heart was beating so fast, it was tricky holding back and not fucking your cock into his palm for the sweet, sweet release. You bit your lips in an effort to keep them close and not reveal a pitiful mewl or moan.

You felt Ratio shift behind you, effortlessly standing up again, your cock still in his hand as he slowly tugged you forward with it, your hips shamelessly following where his hand went. Soon, your chest was pressed against the wall again, your body hot even when his stone hips molded against your ass cheeks. You felt the outline of his cock rub between your flesh, realizing it was far too big to take inside despite Ratio's preparation.

Looking back over your shoulder, you gave him a pleading look. "W-We can still stop this," you begged, but his grip on your cock only grew more rigid in return.

"We've come so far, and you just want to stop? I thought I taught you better than this."

Drawing his hips back, Ratio positioned the tip of his cock in front of your ass, releasing your dick so he could grip your hips instead. You mewled, trying to move forward and away, but his hold was firm, keeping you in place. Ratio's hands were big enough to part your ass cheeks for easy access whilst settled on your hips, and you watched in horror and awe as he was able to produce enough spit in his mouth to drip on his cock for lubrication. The fabric around his hips had magically moved aside to bare his still gray cock, but it was as lively as a real one, the tip glistening as the spit ran off and down the shaft.

"We've come too far to stop now."

And with that, his hips jerked forward, tip pressing inside you forcefully. You cried out in surprise and the first hints of pain as your bud parted to accommodate the cock prying it open. Another jerk, and this time, you felt him enter you for a few inches, the cold burning against your abused hole and being wet from your juices. "Shh," Ratio muttered, leaning over you and pressing you further against the wall. You hadn't even noticed the whines that had escaped you, too focused on the feeling of his cock forcing his way inside you.

"I know you can take me. Just relax."

One hand released your hips, his cock lodged between your cheeks now, stuck to your entrance, and Veritas reached around to the front, massaging his palm over your previously abandoned cock again. Slow, deliberate movements that made your hips move in sync with him while he pressed up from behind, your body both fleeing and welcoming him outside of your control. You took a sharp breath in…

And Ratio pushed it out of your lungs at the exact moment, snapping his hips forward and lodging his length completely inside.

You didn't know what hurt more, your body or the violating feeling you couldn't shake. Ratio could speak about research and desires as much as he wanted, but all this time, it hadn't felt real until you felt your insides clench around his cock, the cold sensation the only thing that didn't make you scream from pain—yet. Your own dick twitched in his hold, spewing ropes of cum over his fingers and onto the wall, and you barely noticed them, lost in a pitiful orgasm that made your muscles tighten and your legs shudder, your body unable to move even an inch.

But you didn't need to.

Slipping his feet beneath your soles, Ratio made up for the height difference by letting you stand on top of his toes, even though your heels still didn't manage to come down. It was all so he could keep you in place as he slowly dragged his cock out and plunged it right back in as if to preserve the space he had created. Your body tingled as he stroked your dick half-heartedly, resting his forehead against your shoulder before letting out a deeply held breath. He slowly, painfully retracted his body, dragging his cock out of you up to the tip before ramming his hips upwards and all the way back into you. And from then on, nothing was holding him back.

In a mix of screams, gasps, and moans, you two felt the desire burn through his stoney body, his cock pulsating inside you as it changed back with every plow Ratio conducted. Mercilessly, he forced your ass to take all of his length over and over while gripping your cock in his palm, fucking your hips into his grip. You could barely find any hold, falling and rising at the same time as gravity played the third wheel in the debauchery, and the once silent museum was filled with your sounds—both the pained and the aroused.

You couldn't be sure if he was still aware of the scientific research he claimed this was or if Ratio had been taken over by desire and pleasure, much like you. He didn't speak, only grunting his emotions into your ear. But with his free arm, he kept you tightly secured, wrapping it around your body while sandwiching you between the wall and him, never letting you fall or even escape as he fucked you senseless. The foreign object moving in and out of your ass pressed up against the wall, too, as it bulged your stomach to accommodate its size, your skin scrapping the cement and leaving it bruised, but it didn't seem to deter Veritas.

Soon enough, you both were gasping, breathless messes, feeling blazingly hot against each other. It was nothing compared to the cold firmness of his cursed body from before. All that was left was soft, fleshy, and comfortingly warm, his touches unrestricted, his cock wet and moving sloppily as Ratio was nearing his orgasm as well. And yours? You had spilled your jizz twice more while he had yet to finish once, sullying the wall with the pitiful painting of your violation.

"That's it," Ratio breathed into your ear. "We did it! We did–"

Interrupted by his own breathless groan, you felt his cum spill inside you, swapping around like molten lava, hot and sticky, a testament to his transformation. You cried out as he filled you up with years of restraint, almost feeling as if he was shooting another load right after the first one. You, too, let out one last pitiful, watery string of cum; his hand, now completely human and sticky, was dripping with your seed as if it was lotion for his newly acquired skin.

Your breath was ragged as you forced some focus on your hands, pressing them to the wall as your body shivered and moved. Ratio was still pumping you full of cum, but even he seemed to grow tired, staggering on his spot. And the mean, mean gravity did what it did best: pull you down the second Ratio took just one step back.

His cock slid out of your buttered hole, releasing all the cum to seep and bubble out of you as you sank to the ground. You didn't even register the pain of your knees hitting the floor as your mind focused solely on the feeling of cum spewing from your abused ass. But reality hit you hard as you leaned your face against the wall, only to be met by your own sticky semen now drawing ropes between you and the cement.

"Amazing," you heard the doctor mutter behind you, and although your ass and hips felt like they were mangled, you twisted around to look over your shoulder at him. Before you stood a man with the same statuesque looks as the statue you had spent so many nights sitting over books with. Yet, you couldn't see him with the same eyes again. At best, he was mad, completely out of his mind. And at worst, you had truly never registered what kind of monster he was all along, although the signs were clear and right in front of you.

Neither perception looked as good as he did now.

With hair as blue as the night sky through the ceiling window above you, eyes that of liquid gold, and the build of an Adonis, Dr. Veritas Ratio was still a breathtaking sight. And you hated how it made your body flush with arousal when his gaze lowered back to you, gracing you with that unreadable, haughty expression on his face you knew too well, his cock still standing majestically, even after fucking you. To think you wanted to be friends with someone who had no regard for your feelings and rights if it proved useful to him. There would be no such thing now. You two would never be able to recover and form a relationship after what he did to you.

Absentmindedly, you watched as Ratio picked up the book that had caused all of this. At some point, he had discarded it to force himself on you, but he seemed to immediately find the page again, reading it over when something else caught his attention. A short, unamused laugh echoed through the room, and he lifted one hand, twisting and turning it in front of his face. Squinting your eyes to see better through your teary vision, you could see the rigidness taking hold of his fingertips, stone spreading like ice crystals over his skin. His lips parted as if to comment on the circumstance, but he quickly closed them again, knowing it made no difference whether he spoke about it or not. It was happening again, and he could only watch. You saw his euphoria disappear into the depth of disappointment. However, you couldn't feel bad for him this time like before.

Ratio's expression turned stern, his thoughts unmistakingly twisting around what went wrong and how to fix it. His gaze fell back to the page, then to his hand, the book, and finally, to you. Tapping his petrified pointer finger onto the paper, he took a deep breath before reading aloud, "Occasionally, the petrified will need multiple encounters with their one true love to sift out any remains of the spell, it says. Let us do it again to be sure."

Do… it? Again? Did he mean sex? Forcing himself on you as if you were nothing more than a means to an end? Perhaps you were—at least to Ratio. It had never been about camaraderie or pursuing the same goals, but now you had to suffer for his selfishness. Were you nothing more than an accepted sacrifice to solve his problem?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a tender kiss, much different than the ones before. His lips were almost playful as they coaxed you to return the affection that you refused to do. "Tell me what's bothering you," he mumbled against your lips. "I can see your brows crinkling from all the thinking when, really, you should only look at me."

His words only made you more upset, as if to say you weren't smart enough to think. Your contribution was no longer appreciated unless it was your body he needed to reverse the spell. You should have said something, making him understand how awful he was. But your anger settled above everything; your need to be validated after being used and abused greater than anything.

"I brought you here. You should be thankful I took you out of that crypt and helped you come this far. How dare you think you can treat me like this."

Ratio grew silent as he listened to your words, his eyes falling down to your lips ever so often before returning your angry gaze with one of belittling mockery. "I must admit, you're cute when you're angry. Is this what you are thinking? That I am using you, ready to discard you once I'm done? You are wrong, which isn't new, but you should know I am not planning on letting you go, especially not now."

Pushing your legs apart, Veritas positioned himself between them, his hands falling to your body, roaming until you attempted to stop them with your own. However, he merely interlaced your fingers again. This time, they had already returned to their stone-cold version. Yet, he forced them to comply, however uncomfortable it must have been. Back in this compromising position, you had no choice but to let him pin your hands to the ground, hovering above you with eyes so brilliant, they were beginning to fill you with dread.

They showed yourself in them, vulnerable and resigned, knowing you couldn't fight him. That despite what he was doing, you couldn't just leave him and this place behind. That his discovery would always come to haunt you, one way or another. But far behind that reflection of yourself lay something much more sinister. It hadn't been there when he was still petrified from hair to toe, but you saw it now. Ambition and desire, feelings that only you could awake in him after all this time and in this new day and age.

"You could have left so many nights ago, but we both know you need me," he whispered, lowering his face again and bumping his forehead to you. "All these times I gave you a chance to never return, but you did. Perhaps, I know why. I am your magnum opus—and you are mine. I will make sure those idiots mocking your finds and achievements witness the greatness of the one and only person I desire to be with. Once I have my body back, you'll bask in the glory of excellence with me by your side. Together we will be unstoppable, darling."

His hand slipped off yours, and you remained still as you let his words repeat in your mind, like a proposal of sorts. But when his touch found its way to your ass, you jolted awake, trying to scurry away as he probed at your violated bud with his cold, stiff fingers.

"But first, you need to do this for me. For us. A small price to pay for recognition, don't you think?"

Panic set in, tears shooting into your eyes as you shook your head vehemently. You wanted to say something, but the sounds coming from your hoarse throat didn't form words.

"Don't pretend to be shy now," Ratio scolded you gently, and for the first time since meeting him, you saw a genuine smile play on his lips. Lips that parted to lick his fingers as he raised them before they twisted into a wolfish grin. "We still have a lot to study and find out. What's your favorite position? What makes you cum the fastest? Things like that. And we need to be thorough."

He looked almost boyish as his smile softened again, eyes scanning your body with a never-before-seen interest before he found your gaze with his. You flinched as you felt his wet fingers back at your entrance, and you couldn't help but struggle, mewling and trying to get away from what seemed inevitable. Ratio shook his head and sighed. "Still resisting? Thankfully, we have all night to answer the questions."

Ratio looked up. Gone was all the softness, only ambition and lust remaining in its stead. Desire that needed to be quelled and strive that demanded absolut dedication from him. And then there were you, caught in the bullseye, the only thing he was focusing on at this and surely many other moments.

"I am sure you'll be a valuable asset to my research. Now relax, darling."

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 1 month ago

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Hello! This is my first ask on your blog (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

I've been binging all of your works and I love your Megatron one's (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

But is it okay if I ask a fluffy scenario about Optimus from TFP and his Cybertronian s/o introducing their little sparkling to everyone? I just think it's so cute (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Kisses (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Omg That would be so cuteee! ~\(≧▽≦)/~ Also, Bestie I'm loving to see kaomojis in your request yes yes, thank you so much for those kind words!! ♪(´▽｀)

(TFP) Optimus Prime & Cybertronian!Reader w/ their sparkling meeting the team - "Our little Hope"

WARNING: None! Pure fluff! There is a sparkling!! Optimus and Reader are conjuxes. Reader is cybertronian, is the carrier and gender neutral.

To say the least, Optimus had been quite on the edge ever since Ratchet had shared him the news that you were carrying. Of course he was happy! Primus had finally heard his silent cries of help his spark would wail, his shoulders heavy with carrying the leadership of his team, the war, the consequences of it and the fact their planet has been killed because of the war's fault. Because of their fault. Because of his fault.

Sweetest you, precious you - his beloved conjux, who stood by his side since the very beginning and fought by his side, protecting him and others, striving to end the war so everyone could go back home and try to fix the damage done.

And now, who had gifted him a sparkling. "Our little hope" you once said while laying on your shared berth, the Prime keeping his helm over your chestplate to feel the frequency of your spark... and the small yet lively frequency of your sparkling's spark.

The whole team knew about your carrying, everyone wished you nothing but the best, eager to meet the sparkling once the time arrived, and of course, acting as your personal group of guards.

And Optimus Prime would forever be grateful for his team - more than he was already. Bumblebee and Smokescreen were so excited to fulfill the role of older brothers, Ratchet had a glint of hope on his optics, Wheeljack had started to keep himself at line about not causing too many problems for the sake of your carrying (which made Ratchet and Ultra Magnus sigh in relief), and so on...

The day finally arrived. Resting on the medical berth, you looked so tired yet radiating, holding in your arms the most precious sparkling that has ever been seen for the past years (many, many sad years).

"Optimus..." You call for your conjux, unable to look away at the small sparkling that had your optics, a similar helm shape as their sire and a balanced combination of your and Optimus' frame.

"They are perfect." Optimus whispers, optics already producing tears (oh, when was the last time he had cried and not out of sorrow? Right, when you had told him about your carrying, the happiest day of his life). Optimus gently snuzzles his helm against yours, looking down at your sparkling.

The sparkling is already clumsily moving a little its limbs, cooing and chirping at both of you, snuggling closely to your chestplate and welcoming Optimus' digit to softly caressing its cheekplate. Optimus then looks at Ratchet, the medic held a soft smile on his faceplate, staring at the sight of a pair holding the smallest miracle he has ever seen for a long, long while.

"I'll eternally be grateful for your help, old friend." Optimus said with a small smile.

"Puh-lease, I was just doing my job as a medic, Optimus." Ratchet said, rolling his optics while you let out a chuckle by his usual reaction to try and shoo away any type of praise. "I'll keep the others from already barging in, so you two can rest and let the little one get used to everything."

With that, Ratchet exited the medical bay and the door slided closed.

Optimus shakes his helm softly to then go back to snuzzle it against yours, and you answer back with snuggling too. "They are finally here... I've been waiting for you for a long while, you little troublemaker" You coo at your sparkling, gaining back a couple of happy chirps. "We are finally parents, Optimus - I..." you wish to continue your sentence, your optics soon filling with tears from everything.

Days and nights wishing for everything to go right, to be able to hold your sparkling, battling with the anxiety and doubt from the war, being held closely by your beloved Conjux who would promise you the stars, a bright future and a better world for you and your sparkling.

Optimus is quick to kiss your forehelm, wishing to comfort you. He then kisses your lips, a chaste kiss full of love that calms your spark full of feelings. Both of you rest your forehelms against the other, basking in the love of the other, to then look down at the sparkling who held wonder and innocence in their optics.

"... Hope." Optimus said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on the sparklings helm.

You hum, feeling your spark warm at the sigh and how Hope babbled a little, extending their right servo to try and reach of their sire. "I like it."

"Nooo! How is this even possibleee!" Smokescreen sobbed, his optics already full of tears as he watched just how small Hope was in your arms. "They are so littleee! It's so cuteee!"

Bee beeped alongside, already crying too - and cried harder when Hope chirped back at him. The sparkling was having the time of their life at meeting so many new faces, safe and sound in your arms and having their sire so close, too.

"It has your optics." Arcee said, a gentle smile on her faceplate.

"And Optimus' helm." You add with a giggle.

"Awww, a mini-Optimus" Bulkhead said as Hope cooed back, to then let a little fit of giggles when Bulkhead made another 'awww'. "Miko is going to be so excited to meet Hope soon." Bulkhead said, Bee chirping alongside, happy at the idea of having both Raf and Jack meet Hope, too.

"We are joyful at seeing the birth of your sparkling, Optimus." Ultra Magnus said, his servo resting on Optimus' shoulder. "And we all vow to protect not only your conjux, but Hope's life with our own."

The Prime smiles and nods at the other mech. "Thank you, Ultra Magnus."

Optimus turns his attention again down at you and Hope, his servo wrapped behind your back and resting over your hip, keeping you close to him.

"Can't wait to teach Hope how to kick aft!" Smokescreen said, smirking with excitement

"And how to pilot a ship. I'll become their mentor on the art of it." Wheeljack followed him.

"You two, out with your ideas!" Ratchet barked, gaining a laugh from the rest of the team (with a whine from Smokescreen and a smirk from Wheeljack.)

Hope is quick to burst into another fit of giggles and happy chirps at the scenario. You coo and lift the sparkling closer to your helm, able now to gently snuggle your cheeplate against theirs. While Hope giggles and snuggles back as much as they can, Optimus' spark buzzes at the sight, a new found will to keep fighting for the war to end burning deep inside of him.

You look up at your conjux and both of you share a small kiss.

"Our little Hope, Optimus." You say, love painted in your optics.

"Our little Hope, my dear." Optimus parrots back, holding you and Hope close.

My days off from work are soon ending o(￣┰￣*)ゞ I hope you liked it! And I think I can officially say that the name of Reader and Optimus' sparkling is Hope.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Vhaos out!

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #tfp optimus x reader #tfp autobots #transformers prime x reader #tfp x reader

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myraniellejkelly · 3 months ago

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AIB boys with s/o who’s petite and busty

Author’s note: Had this idea in mind and used to read those slasher x reader fics many moons ago, and Happy Valentine’s Day.

This work includes: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, head canons, female reader, and this is entirely fluff until smut all the way (nsfw 18+).

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♥︎☆[⿻Arisu⿻]★♡

On that side note, Arisu would adore you being his girlfriend, that’s thing about you.

He would be very clingy and kissing you multiple times on the cheek, literally him being a golden retriever boyfriend. Because really he can’t stop looking at you on how adorable you are, he just wanna hug you that’s all he cares.

If he were playing his games, honestly you would be sitting on his lap, while he could rest his head on your boobs. Even when it comes to him sleeping on your boobs in bed, while you were caressing his fluffy hair just as much as he wants to relax.

Arisu was just too sweet to even do anything, but wanting you on your arms so much.

♥︎☆[⿻Karube⿻]★♡

A matter fact this man, is clearly a gentleman who would gave you the princess treatment 24/7. Of course, this man would be doing everything just for you, and even Karube would tease you for being so small.

He just really wanna see you struggle, but would adore you just as he helps you afterwards. Until we’ll be talking about him with your boobs, so this man can’t stop staring at your boobs for a minute, while you were talking but looked back at you awkwardly after when you realized he wasn’t listening.

Kisses you on the lips, cheeks, or forehead. Wouldn’t mind asking for 30 seconds, if he were to touch your boobs a bit. I mean he couldn’t stop squeezing your boobs, he just took a promise for 30 seconds then he’ll stop.

During sex, he would be gentle around you while you were trying to handle his length inside of you, Karube would feel bad but he can’t control himself because of how adorable you are.

You moaning just as you squirm or whimpering from your breath. He would just keep saying, “I love you,” over and over again.

Karube really loves you so much.

♥︎☆[⿻Chishiya⿻]★♡

Surprisingly, Chishiya didn’t expected someone so much shorter than him. He would chuckle as he looked at you, seeing you there just makes him happy.

You and Chishiya would high-five and hands together, you two would be laughing at each other. He would just start kissing you.

He would be laying his head on your boobs for a while or rest on to your lap, because he’s tired anyways after work as Chishiya wants to cuddle you. Even he would start nibbling your neck because you’re just too sweet.

♥︎☆[⿻Hatter⿻]★♡

As you know, I would be thinking that you would be one of Hatter’s girls, who always sitting down on his side all the time, while newcomers came to the beach.

He is protective but casually a manic from his state of mine in the borderlands. Considering this, that if some guys kept staring at your boobs for too long, he would be dragging you away from them, just to give them a headstart.

You would be sitting down on his lap while he kissed your hand and then he grin, the most lovely precious thing he had. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and that you were his queen, soon forever as he would kissed you and admire your whole self.

♥︎☆[⿻Aguni⿻]★♡

I mean, Aguni is too soft for you and even when you’re that small, he would protect you from everywhere when it gets too dangerous around.

Simply, he would easily pick you up all the time, as if that makes you happy because you were acting so childish and all.

He wasn’t very open to you about his feelings, but Aguni really adore you on that note. He doesn’t care about your boobs or whatever, he just sees you as this nice and lovely woman that he loves the most.

Just him kissing you there, and there, and then to your lips as he smiles at you.

♥︎☆[⿻Last Boss⿻]★♡

He may not been talkative that much to you, just him staring at you weirdly on that aspect.

Clearly, the only thing he could do was stare at you silently, while your eyes stare back at him. The silence is just making things awkward, on that note he just proceeds to pat your head and walk away.

Just you feeling confused by that weird man with a katana, and when he came back after eight minutes he just whispers to you.

Which he thinks you’re quite adorable, and doesn’t look at your boobs, but your face is what makes him want to come back.

He just wanna hug you that’s all as a way of saying, “I love you.”

♥︎☆[⿻Niragi⿻]★♡

Yep, this guy is an asshole, a huge massive dickhead. Niragi would make fun of your height, and even when you’re struggling to do anything but watches you.

Yet that’s what this man even likes about you, is that you’re small and weak while he is tall but a dick and strong. From your boobs, yeah this guy already looks at your boobs straight away.

Just wanted to squeeze or pinch them, and if you tried to run away. Oh, he is fast as fuck and would pick you up like a potato sack, and even slapped your ass as you struggle to get yourself down because of him.

And when that happened, dropping you down on the bed as he would straight up, aggressively kissing you as his tongue start to dug down on your mouth. You just struggle to get out but he just keeps going down, and that you give up and proceed to tenderly kiss him back.

In sex, he would be sliding his hand underneath your skirt, just to take his fingers into you as he grin at you, while his other hand would squeeze your boobs.

He just couldn’t control himself, just as he kept fingering until you would be overstimulating, even when he kept tearing your clothes off.

Niragi just keeps on feeling your weak spots, until you would just squirm under him. So far, he would be taking his dick right inside of you, just as you were gasping in pleasure, and you hardly tried to take it. Him watching your boobs bouncing and would suck on it, yeah this motherfucker likes that shit.

The best thing he had from you is the doggy style type shit, he just likes slapping your ass, pulling your hair, and even choke your neck just to pin you down and ruin you.

Hearing you crying for more, just makes it more better for him, unless he was just sweetly shushing you. You were just too adorable, that he wanna hear you screaming or whimpering, and even that face you’re making.

Biggest turn-on for his type of shit in sex with you, and that your whole body was covered in hickeys and bruises. What he really wants from you afterwards, is cuddle as he rest his head on your boobs.

♥︎☆[⿻Yaba⿻]★♡

Yaba would totally adore you, despite not so much to show himself from you.

I mean you would be clinging his arm around, just as he turn to you while he was smoking, and that you were smiling at him.

He sighs and completely grabs a bit of affection to you, by head patting you and kissed you on the forehead as he walked away.

Yaba doesn’t mind about your boobs, he just never seem to grab an interest on that, rather he is just interested in you.

As a matter of fact, he did love you to the point he can’t express it as a meaningful way of saying it. During sex, he would go rough and easy on you, just so he could focus on getting to the point but not hurting you.

He just lift your legs while he kept slamming his dick into you, then he would be kissing you just for you to try and relax a bit. Then he would continue slamming your insides, as you were straddling on his lap and you start riding on his dick.

You would be exhausted as he quickly hug you, as he kissed you by the neck then to your lips. After sex, he gently move you comfortably in bed, and wanted you to stay rested while he was beside you, caressing your hair while he smokes.

♥︎☆[⿻Banda⿻]★♡

Banda would tilt his head just to look down at you, he slowly smiles as he touches your face. He would think of you as a puppy just by your eyes and how small you are.

His complete adoration turn into an obsession, Banda would just happily laugh and look at you. He really wants you to look at him, not other people.

You were just too sweet for him, the fact you would just be cooking food while he would just hug you from the behind. In fact, the part where he would look down at your boobs for a moment, he slowly chuckle maniacally as he would squeeze your boobs for a second.

Then he went back wrapping around your waist, just to lay his chin of the back of your shoulder.

In sex, then that would be another story after all of that sweet things going on.

After all being so gentle and sweet with you, he would aggressively kissed you and that your clothes would be gone for a second, that he begin bitting your skin.

You would be sucking his cock because he wanted to look at you, and even your naked ass is sticking out just as he caressed your hair and smile.

Then he would pull your hair just to push your mouth down as you gag, dark grin on his face while your eyes went glossy. Banda loves your innocent look, seeing you struggle while sucking his cock.

Even when he put his cock in between your boobs, just as you were stroking it with your boobs, while licking the tip of his cock.

He’s being entertained on someone so small, could be a fuckable slut. He isn’t going easy on you, when he would straight up fucks you immediately and that you tried to handle it, Banda couldn’t wait and he is now fucking you instantly.

Gripping your waist and your legs wrapping around his waist, then you would know that sensitive spot is about to make you react.

You scream and cried as your body shakes, but he keeps going and going that you would be whimpering. He would kiss your tears and caressed your hair, then he continue as you were crying so much.

Afterwards, just straight up hugging you as you guys fall asleep in bed.

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