#i didn't even do it justice plz look it up

[karlachismylife]

Soap for the character ask game plz :)

Do I really need a reason to yap about him? Nah, but I'll take it, thanks :)

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So. John "Soap" MacTavish.

favorite thing about them

Is "everything" a good enough answer? No? Damn. I guess I'll have to go with his passion. I can tie that to his ADHD, I can tie that to the fact that he's sunshine (and sun burns hot and flares), it doesn't matter - his emotions are bright, run hot, he's impulsive and he feels so strong. I relate to that, I also just like everything bright and flashy. His anger, his loyalty, his sense of justice, his love - they are so big and strong they cannot be contained inside his heart no matter how huge it is. This is what makes him dangerous, this is what makes him vulnerable, this is what makes him so fucking lovable to me.

least favorite thing about them

The fact that he prefers coffee over tea (source: his VA). I'm sorry, I can't stand coffee, my throat literally closes up and stops breathing if I enter some coffee-smelling space and it's not something I can control well (I tried, I swear). So the knowledge that living with Soap would involve the apartment reeking of the forbidden drink, and even worse, kissing him might taste like coffee... it's heartbreaking. I'm training that man to drink tea whether he likes it or not, coffee doesn't do anything for ADHDers anyway.

favorite line

I mean. I feel like using any of Ghoap batner here would be cheating cuz it is very much the best thing ever and also they're bouncing off each other. So I'll go with "Kids, guns and balloons. That's a new one."

It's at the start in Las Almas. I love listening to Soap in general, I love all the Scott-isms he has (even though it seems actual Scottish didn't appreciate those too much), I obviously love the funny lines he has or when he gets angry. But this one just stuck with me. Probably not because it's a Soap line, but because it's a sad line in general (and hits a little too close to home in the current situation).

But also I feel like it's kinda. The fact that I, a 22yo civilian am not actually surprised to see that "kids, guns and balloons" situation (although I am so fortunate to not be witnessing that directly), and Soap, a 26 (I think?) yo SAS Sergeant who ran off to enlist at 15-16 is. It says something about how he views the world, doesn't it? He lacks that cynicism. I've seen people say that veiwing him as a "happy go lucky" guy is incorrect, but I dunno, man. I think if someone who kills people for his job is surprised to see kids involved into crime+politics games, then he's a pretty damn optimistic lad that believes in the good in the world.

brOTP

Soap and Alejandro. There's just something so smooth, straightforward and inherently good about just two men coming to fight for what's right. Also nothing is funnier than Soap's constant cultural shock in Las Almas and Alejandro just chuckling at every silly question Johnny asks. Big brother Alejandro go go go!

OTP

Karlach x Soap for life, everything else is secondary.

nOTP

I reject the concept of nOTP, even the least likely/adhering to my tastes ships are at least interesting to explore. However, I am not a big fan of toxic relationships and such, so something like Soap x Makarov or Soap x Graves would be interesting to look at, but probably upsetting.

random headcanon

He likes the pink Orbit bubblegum, the one that comes in little stripes. His dad used to bring those at the end of the work week, sometimes unopened, sometimes with just a couple pieces left, and Soap stashed them away in his pillow case when he had the willpower not to eat them all at once. His old pillow in his childhood bedroom still smells like bubblegum.

absolutely based on my own life

unpopular opinion

I don't know what's popular to say what's unpopular. But maybe the fact that I think that Soap isn't like a total horndog 24/7? I still think he is pretty horny, more than an average person, but I also think that he's more tactile than anything and that even when he gets a random boner or just is hot and bothered, he can be satisfied with non-sexual touch. But he does not respond well to touch starvation, oh no.

song i associate with them

I am so bad at assosiating songs with characters/ships etc :( I'll be boring and repeat myself for the third time: Ren's "Loco"

favorite picture of them

That comission of him and Karlach I got, duh

But if we're talking ingame, nothing beats him being pretty and doing puppy eyes in that Milena interrogation scene. That hand reaching scene alone has me by the throat.

Thank you for asking about him!! Love youu <3

[renbyten]

I've watched The Thing probably a dozen times over the years, but somehow MacReady's hat catches me off-guard EVERY TIME

[katakosmos]

plz i NEED more genderfluid barty give me anything 🙁

Rosekiller microfic

title: reconciliation; word count: 978; tw: blond man

As Evan took his seat in front of Barty, squeezed between the wall and the table of the small, discreet restaurant they had chosen for the meeting, he didn't say a single word.

His face was red, hot from walking in the scorching city sun. He placed the bags on the floor carefully and took off his sunglasses with a sigh.

There was a plate of crepes in front of him.

He looked at Barty. “Did you order them?”

He gave a disinterested shrug. "Yes. Why, don't you want them?"

Evan frowned. Seeing Barty so annoyed was a sight and, obviously, like everything about Barty, it drove him crazy. If he didn't have a modicum of dignity, he would have thrown himself at his feet to kiss his hand, in a perfect Gomez Addams imitation. If there hadn't been the law, he would have slammed his head against the corner of the table.

He smiled. “No, I want them.”

“Good” Barty said dryly.

“Good” Evan repeated. Then, wickedly: “You know me so well, baby.”

And Barty blushed.

At least, Evan thought, he wasn't so angry anymore. After that scene a few days ago, he had seriously believed that Barty would never speak to him again. He glanced quickly at his hand: the engagement ring was still there.

He stuck his fork in his crepes, then slumped in his chair. “Look, we need to talk. Can you at least look at me?”

Barty did. Evan forgot what he was supposed to say.

"So?"

“Yeah, right. Talk. I'm sorry for yelling at you in front of everyone, and for saying that you embarrassed me. It wasn't true: my family embarrassed me, not you."

Barty waited. Evan snorted.

“But, I mean, we've been together for over five years, and you never thought about saying something that important to me? You showed up to dinner with my parents in a dress and makeup and expected… I don't know, that it wouldn't shock me? I was more upset than my family. What the hell, Barty, all this time–”

“I know,” Barty interrupted, “I… I'm sorry. I know I was stupid. And an asshole. I should have told you, but I was embarrassed.”

Evan knew it. He had noticed it, even if he had only understood the reason the day before. And he couldn't help but feel terribly guilty for all those times that, finding Barty looking at his sister's clothes, he had teased him. He couldn't forgive himself.

He pursed his lips. “Now what pronouns do you use?”

Barty looked away. “She/her is alright” she muttered.

Evan stifled the flare of anger that burned in his chest. “Then why are you dressed like that?”

Jacket and tie, without even a hint of makeup. He recognized that expression, and it was far from the blinding joy with which she had joined him at the dinner, finally being herself.

He gave her a little kick under the table. “Can I tell you something?”

Barty nodded.

“That dress you wore on Friday was horrible, it didn't do you justice at all. You're tall, and your hips are sensational, so something like that,” he handed her one of the bags, “It's so much better, don't you think?”

With uncertain hands, Barty opened the bag. She closed it immediately, shocked.

“You are crazy.”

Evan ignored her. “Then, I found other things that I think are nice. Look, look at that skirt.”

Barty took it out and admired it, amazed. And also a little incredulous.

“It's really short.”

Evan smirked. "Ops! I didn't notice!”

She giggled. Sitting there, with the sun in the face that made her blue eyes shine, she was beautiful, stunning.

“You can't buy my forgiveness with clothes, Rosier.”

He winked at her. “And yet, that's how we always do it. I'm your sugar daddy and you're beautiful, you wear what I buy you and I have an orgasm. Simple."

Barty raised an eyebrow.

“And, by the way…”

Evan reached into the pocket of his pants, his heart pounding. He knew that feeling, he had already felt it: yet, the uncontainable emotion was the same.

“Don't get mad, okay?” he told her.

Barty pursed her lips. “Evan, what did you do…”

“No, it's beautiful, I swear. But don't get angry."

He showed her, on the palm of his hand, what he had taken from his trousers. And he enjoyed all the emotions that appeared on her face: amazement, anger, disbelief, love.

She hid her face in her hands.

“You're crazy” she repeated.

Evan let out a smile. “Come on…”

“Crazy, insane, out of your mind.”

“It's nice, right? But tell me what I should do: get on my knees, again?”

“For goodness sake, no!”

“For goodness sake” he teased.

He took her hand. He removed the ring she was wearing on her finger and slowly replaced it with the new one he had just bought.

Evan felt incredibly proud: he had made a great choice. It was elegant, discreet but at the same time impossible to ignore. And also, it shone so much.

Barty trembled slightly. Evan met her gaze again.

“I can't believe you got another one.”

Evan smiled. “I couldn't afford to have you take the other one off and be left without a ring.”

Barty rolled her eyes. “I would have never done that, idiot.”

“Well, now you have two, what's the problem? Don't you want it?” he joked, using her same words.

Barty shook her head, clutching her hand jealously to her chest. "Yes, I want it."

“Good girl.”

They remained silent, looking at each other. The crepes still lay, untouched and probably cold, between them. Outside, in the street, they could hear the noises of tourists and cars.

Then, suddenly, Barty stood up. She picked up all the bags, hastily and angrily, and suddenly placed her credit card on the table.

She reached Evan, ruffled his hair, stole his sunglasses.

“I hate you,” she said, with a snort, “I can't wait to marry you.”

He grinned toothily, crossing his arms over his chest. "Me too. I love you."

Barty kissed him on the lips.

Holding his breath, Evan watched her go.

(i hope you liked it 😊)

[cat-loves-music]

Hi Cat! I was wondering if I could request Mattheo Riddle x fem reader who gets migraines? And it would be her skipping class over getting a really bad one which is unusual and so he goes to check on her and he cuddles her, gives her head massages (and she has curly hair or it’s just not described as like easy to comb through so more of a scalp massage ig lol) and whatever else you want to add. Also they call each other like mi amor and cute stuff like that. If you don’t want to write this it’s totally fine! I love your work and hope you have a great day or night <3

Migraines

Omg hi! So sorry this took so long. Finding motivation is a pain in the ass. 😅

I also am not really familiar with migraines, so I hope I do this justice. Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: migraines, fluff, House not specified, fem!reader, not proofread!, somewhat shitty writing, and if there are more plz let me know!

The sound of a switch and the sudden blinding light of my dorm room awakes me from my peaceful slumber.

"Come on, Y/n! You need to get up, you'll be late," my dormmate says before leaving.

I groan as I sit up in bed, my head throbbing with pain and the contents of my stomach swish around uncomfortably inside the organ. The lights reflecting off of the vibrant colors of the dorm room make my head spin so I begrudgingly stand up to turn the light back off.

"Not today," I whisper to myself as I chase my relief in the comfort of my own bed.

♡♡♡

Mattheo's POV

"Hey Malfoy, have you seen Y/n today?" I asked him as we sat down in the Great Hall for lunch.

"Nah, mate. I would have thought you would have since you're the one dating her," he answers, shrugging.

I sigh as more of my friends come to the table.

"Have any of you guys seen Y/n by any chance?" I asked them.

"I didn't see her in class," Enzo replied, "she's almost never even late much less not show up."

"Yeah she wasn't in Defense or Charms," Pansy said, worry lacing her voice.

I get up from the table, my heart feeling like it's being squeezed. Something is wrong, I know it.

"I'll see you all later, I'm gonna go find her," I stated.

We bid our goodbyes before I head to her dorm. I arrive there and I knock on the door.

"Go away!" I hear her groan.

Twisting open the door knob, the lights are completely off and the curtains are drawn closed. Darkness envelopes the room, but I can still see Y/n's form buried underneath the covers.

"Mi amor," I whisper, "what's wrong?"

"I have a migraine," she speaks, her words slightly slurred.

I frown, "It must be a bad one because you never miss class, my love."

"Please stop yelling," she whines, "it hurts."

I walk over to beside her bed, take my shoes off and climb in next to her. Snaking my arms around her, I hold her close and she snuggles into my chest.

"Can I get a head massage please?" She requests, looking up at me with her tear stained cheeks.

"Of course, princess," I said, my heart squeezing once more.

I hate that she's in pain, sometimes I wish I could take it away from her so she'll never have to feel it again. I'd bear the burden so she doesn't have to, but unfortunately I can't so the next best thing would be helping her with a massage. My hands find their way to her head as I work my fingers into her temples and scalp. Y/n sighs in contentment as I do so.

"Thank you, love," she says, "that feels so much better."

I provide a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm glad."

For the rest of the day, we stay in bed with our bodies entwined in each other's arms.

Hi! I hope you liked it, but it’s been a hot minute since I've written an imagine so I'm sorry if it sucks. I tried my best to make it decent since I don't personally get migraines, but if you want me to add something, let me know!

@ravenclawprincess33

[valentine-writes]

Hello!! I absolutely adore your spot HC!

I was wondering if you could write something pre-collider accident? When he was working for alchemax ^^

I would adore more content about him and reader being coworkers, maybe this is way too self indulgent, but I crave some good enemies/rivals to lovers with this man. I think the dynamic would be so fun ^^

competitive

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, no tws, unedited, rivals to lovers (which i hope i do justice), pre-collider johnathan ohnn, reader and johnathan are petty,,, can u tell i like writing him mildly bitchy, plz forgive any conflicts w/ canon i researched but im like 99.9% sure there r still errors 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: ouughh i love this sooo much,,, thank u AUDHEWUFHEW o((>ω< ))o !!! im so excited to write more of pre-collider him,, ignore me as i feverishly research every bit of canon info i can get cuz i haven't been able 2 rewatch the movie yet i hope this is to ur liking! enemies to lovers is not my strong suit,, but OHOUWHUDHEWH RIVALS TO LOVERS!!! UNDERUTILIZED!!! might hafta make a part two tho,,, locked in on the rivals part,,, lovers part in progress. ok no more of my rambles

▸ ever since you had arrived at alchemax, you and johnathan just couldn't seem to get along. not a particularly useful thing, considering you both worked for the same research company where teamwork was vital though, you insisted you had no real spite for him, the second you had gotten the job, you just seemed to one-up him in every single way.

every. single. way.

▸ when given a deadline, you'd finish in half the time it took him. when completing research, you have the information compiled when he was just starting to organize his.

hell, you even succeeded in being more proficient socially. how had you made so many friends already?

▸ he had to admit you were terribly charming too– a trait he was particularly envious of– and from the few times he's seen you get coffee with one or two of the other scientists, he knew that everyone seemed to think the same

not like he was paying that much attention to you as he saw you laughing with another coworker through the cafe window. foam party? sounds boring anyways, whatever

▸ he wasn't mad because he was lonely, or saw himself as inferior to you. johnathan had friends and honestly didn't consider himself particularly bad at making them. johnathan knew he was intelligent and that with his work, he could accomplish something big.

no, this problem had nothing to do with him. it was you. besides you, all the things he worked hard for was just second nature.

how annoying.

▸ your sworn rivalry had been one-sided for the longest of time to any witnesses. grumbling under his breath while he passed you, making a great effort to speak curtly with you, and was certainly not beyond intentionally knocking his shoulder into yours when he passed the look you shot at him for doing this was enough to make him wither on the spot– unintentional joke. my bad.

but he knew you were just as competitive as he was. the way you acted just had to be intentional. some of your remarks towards him were too pointed to ignore– your smiles and your friendliness nothing more than keeping it as civil as possible in a workplace setting.

professionalism, masking a deeper intention: to outdo him.

▸ and once you had figured that your feigned innocence would no longer keep you afloat, that's when the true rivalry began. an ambition-fuelled climb to the top to be better than the other.

it manifested more childishly than you two cared to admit.

"you know, chewing on pens isn't great for your enamel." johnathan practically jumps out of his seat, your words effectively snapping him out of his completely focused state.

he grumbles, looking over at you while lowering the pen away from his mouth a habit that i have too... guys look away itz not projecting...

you only shrug your shoulders. "just saying, johnny."

"don't call me that." he retorts, trying not to roll his eyes. "are you here just to bother me with unsolicited comments about my habits and dental advice?"

you laugh and he feels his face heat up in annoyance. you and your stupid laugh. he's heard enough of it around the workplace while you chatted amongst the others. it was a sound he could live without.

"so hostile. we work together, y'know?" you grin. there's a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. you were getting on his nerves and you knew it.

"anyways, i just came to ask if you had a pen i could borrow. preferably not one with teeth marks." the last part is tacked on so briefly that johnathan didn't even have time to be offended about it before he replied.

he looks at you dead in the face. "sorry. i don't have an extra pen on me."

you glance at the completely untouched, unused, ballpoint pen on his desk and then back at him. he says nothing, staring at you silently, before you get the hint decide to go ask someone else.

▸ it gets pettier.

imagine johnathan eying up a coworker, getting all blushy and stumbling over his words around them.

and within a week, you've got their number– and he passes by the two of out in that STUPID FUCKING HIPSTER CAFE GODDAMMIT–

it's not that serious to him. he can move on from a workplace crush. he however, can't move on from the fact you swooped in before he even got a chance. you never care to bring up that on your little coffee date with that person ended up being a disaster– maybe it was for the better they stayed away from him

▸ of course, he was able to outdo you too. his biggest success?

"so," johnathan flinched away, about to walk out the glass doors of alchemax and head home for the day– only to find you with your back leaning against the frame, arms crossed. "heard you got put in charge over something pretty important."

he curses under his breath. "you can't just sneak up on people like that."

"i was literally standing here in plain sight the entire time."

"were you waiting for me or something?" he asks sarcastically. johnathan seems somewhat surprised when you don't respond, awkwardly averting your gaze from him for a moment hm. guess that's a "yes"...

"doesn't matter." you reply, shoving your hands in your pockets. "so... you're working on a portal thingy?"

"i'm one of the people overseeing it, yes." he huffs, trying to answer your questions quickly and just get the hell home. but as you figured, he had all the time in the world when it came to correcting you.

"and– the word portal is inaccurate."

you raise an eyebrow. "yeah?"

"it's a particle accelerator. you should know what that means. the goal of this project is to essentially create a passageway– a bridge, if you will– between two separate dimen–"

"so, a portal." you interrupt.

he glares at you and you swear his eye twitches.

"just wanted to know. congrats, ohnn." you say casually, before exiting out the door.

the next time he sees you, he discovers that head scientist, olivia octavius who just so happens to be fond enough of your work to hear you out when you asked her decided it would be a good idea to have you work on the project as well.

even though johnathan was still technically still ahead of you– he kicked himself for how quickly you were beginning to catch up. you flashed him a grin from your desk as you began to help out on the project– he forced one back through gritted teeth.

▸ after tirelessly working on the project together as a team still trying your very best to outdo one another he figures this feud of yours is getting nowhere.

you've both spent sleepless nights on this project you both equally cared for,, it was time to just give up and be normal coworkers. an odd conclusion for johnathan to reach as a notorious grudge holder. maybe the lack of rest was getting to him, too exhausted to even deal with you anymore. or maybe, he was satisfied where he was right now– on the verge of a huge breakthrough with him being one of the main contributors– he no longer needed the pleasure of being better than you.

"how did you even get this number?" you ask, recognizing his voice through the phone as he greeted you.

"well, funny thing actually. alchemax has all the employee information on files, so i just–"

the realization hits you. "snooped through mine to get my phone number?! you're insane!"

he's desperate to explain, just trying to get to his point without getting a headache from you. "no, no, no– wait, i didn't come to fight or anything–"

"then what do you want, johnathan? a little medal? a trophy or somethin? you're probably getting that anyways after this whole thing– so,, so– what? what is it?!" you snap.

this is the only blatant hostility you've ever shown him. both ends of the call fall silent.

"wow uh– that was a lot." he mumbles awkwardly.

"...'m sorry." the shame makes your ears burn up. it is getting childish. you can't deny it.

he blinks at his phone, before bringing it back up to his ear. "did you just apologize? have i got the right person?"

it's your turn to groan. "are you trying to get me to take it back?"

"no! no, no, no– sorry." he replies quickly, stuttering as he tries to get back on track. "i just wanted to talk...."

the words hang in the air for much longer than needed.

"just spit it out already." you inturrupt.

"we should truce." he blurts out. "you know... maybe we should calm down. start over."

johnathan pauses for a moment, waiting for a reaction from you. you give him absolutely nothing. he takes a deep breath before speaking up again.

"i just thought it'd be better this way. this is getting ridiculous. and i think we're both mature enough to move past it so–"

"no, thank you."

he falters momentarily, processing what you had just said. "i'm– i'm sorry, i think misheard you."

"no, you heard me," you repeat, your smile clear as day in your voice, "no. thank. you."

"i like what we've got going on. keeps me motivated." the sweetness in your tone makes him cringe.

"you can't be serious." he rubs the bridge of his nose, fighting off the urge to lose his mind.

"oh, but i am." you lean into your phone's mic, voice dropping to a whisper. "just give me time. i'll catch up with you eventually."

your stubborness was truly something else.

"nope. can't do this, not today, nope–"

you laugh to yourself, hearing him hang up. you secretly hoped he'd at least keep talking to you a little longer. probably just a result of being a tad sleep deprived too.

▸ the collider is almost finished. ever since the phone call, you and johnathan hadn't talked for days.

and now, there you were, at his desk.

"need a pen?" he asks, looking up at you, expecting you to bother him again.

you shake your head. "actually, i came to ask for something else. i've been thinking about what you said..."

the words catch in your throat. you stare at the ground, the humiliation of what you're about to say causing you to fidget with your hands. he's never seen you like this– timid and anxious in his presence rather than smug and confident. it's a sight that he thought would bring him joy– but he's far beyond that now. instead, he looks at you curiously, not unlike the way he observes specimens.

"go on..." he says, leaning in slightly.

you meet his gaze sheepishly. "yeah. maybe a truce doesn't sound so bad."

he smiles back, cautious but hopeful. "you mean it?"

"this isn't me surrendering." you're quick to say, though your defensiveness falls flat, only causing his smile to fade for a moment. "i'm growing bored of it. we can just move on." it's not what he had in mind– but he'll take it.

"okay. sounds... good?" he replies awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"mhm. so, you still have my phone number, right?"

he freezes. "yes... but– um– i can just delete it from my contacts now if– if you want. that was weird of me to do. really sorry 'bout that. just wanted to talk."

"nah. keep it." you say with a slight shrug of your shoulders. he tilts his head slightly at your reaction.

"i'll text you when work's done so we can grab a coffee or somethin." there's that smile he's grown so familiar with. this time it has no undertones of aggression– something which he finds more unnerving somehow. he can't tell what you're up to.

"i– uh– what–" he stammers.

you await the rejection.

"i mean– sure... but... you want that?" he asks, his tone careful, like he expects this to just be a scheme of yours. never in a million years would he think that you'd want to actually resolve whatever conflict you had going on. much less, spend time with him outside of work.

" i mean, i just offered, didn't i?"

"right– ...so uh– after work then. okay. it's a date."

he mentally kicks himself for the last part. "i– not like– a date, date, but–"

you don't give him time to stumble over his words and make a fool of himself.

"great." you turn to leave, but glance over your shoulder before walking away. "see you later, johnny."

▸ you failed to acknowledge this earlier, and maybe he had too– but over the course of your mutual rivalry, you found that you admired him. his brain, his work, his sheer tenacity– and he admired you too.

perhaps you didn't have to be better than one another.

"here's to new beginnings." you mutter to yourself, shooting him a text while waiting at the cafe.

[5am-mist]

Plz like Bella and reader driving around as friends late at night and having a really intense kiss

Late night drives

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you and bella go out for a late night drive as friends you guys come back as something more

°requested?°> yeppp!

~°A/N°~

hiyaa! this one took me a while so im super sorry but regardless i hope you enjoy! remember to take care of yourselves and thank you for the request! also i have no idea if i did your request justice im so sorry if i didn't:(

It was late. Like really late, you and Bella had spent the past few hours watching movies, laughing and overall messing around. Time always seemed to pass so much faster when you were with Bella, minutes felt like seconds and hours felt like minutes.

"we should go on a drive" you suggested you had no clue where the idea came from but it was late and you weren't about to question yourself. "yea ok, lets go" he said looking at you with possibly the biggest smile you've ever seen, you two sat there for a whole 2 minutes just staring at eachother before bursting back into giggles.

You had absolutely no idea where you were going, Bella on the other hand said that they 'knew a place'. The roads were empty the only things occupying them being the light from the street lights and Bella's car.

The windows were rolled all the way down and the spotify playlist you both made together was turned almost all the way up (Bella kept telling you that you'd wake up everyone in a 5 mile radius but still screamed along to all the lyrics with you).

Eventually the car came to a stop meaning that you were at this so called spot. You were at a loss for words when you saw the collage of different colored lights. You looked over at them to say thank you only to see him already staring at you.

" You're staring doofus," you comment following it with a light shove and a laugh. Your laugh. A sound that made Bella weak in the knees. "I know." You tried your very best not to get flustered by this but your face betrays you as you begin to feel your cheeks getting hotter.

You had pushed your feelings for Bella away along time ago. Of course they were still there but you chose to ignore them because you simply just couldn't risk losing Bella due to a silly crush. Bella had done the exact. same. thing. However they knew that they simply couldn't do it any longer. He loved you. They wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss you. She wanted to be able to call you her partner. They of course hoped things would go well but if they didn't they hoped you guys could atleast stay friends.

"hey i actually needed to say something," your heart begins to beat rapidly as you hear that sentence, your mind racing a mile a minute as to what he would say next. Bella on the other hand was trying to find the right words. They ultimately decided to just say everything on their mind and hope they don't make an absolute fool of himself.

" I love you, i mean really love you. i love how your hair falls, i love your smile could kill 1000 men in an instant, i love how absolutely perfect you look with out even trying, i love how we share the same stupid humor. I love everything about you and if Im being 100% honest there is nothing more i want to do right now than kiss you."

You're stunned, only for a second though because before you know it you you're reaching over to hold his face in your hands. You pull them into a kiss, it was short you were simply testing the waters. Pulling away you two looked in eachothers eyes, which wasn't very long lived as Bella pulled you right back in for another kiss.

This time it was different. It was passionate but hungry, you both wanted this for so long now and it was better than you both could've ever imagined. You're hands went up to their hair as you deepened the kiss. One of their hands traveled down to your waist while the other was being used to keep you two stable. This went on for a while with short breaks in between for much needed air.

Eventually you break the kiss, your hands still playing with her hair. It was quiet, with you two looking into each others eyes, you two really didn't need to say anything but eventually Bella breaks the comfortable silence. " So will you be my partner?"

"I'll have to think about it...yes of course!" you giggled which only sent them into a fit of laughter himself.

[geekedoutbunny]

How do they propose to the reader? For aizen, szayel and mayuri (seperately ) plz

Aizen\Szayel\Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

Ah, a proposal ask, let's see what we can do for you then.

Thank you for sending in this ask, we'll answer it with the highest of regards and with the utmost justice. Hopefully you enjoy it.

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Aizen

Aizen has been planning this for months now, he's been waiting to surprise you with this proposal for months now, and it was finally time for him to do so. He would wait for when your birthday would come along, he'll celebrate your birthday with you and your family, he'll be waiting patiently for your birthday to come to an end.

He'll happily smile at you and your family, happy to see you happy with your family on your special day. After your birthday party has settled down and quieted down, he'll walk up to you, and he'll give you a sweet smile and you'll return it. He'll then get down on his knee and you'll be overwhelmed with emotions. and tears will come to your eyes.

He'll give you a tender smile, and he'll ask you. "Will you marry me?" You'll nod, to overcome with emotions to speak, he'll place the ring on your finger gently, and then he'll embrace you. Love flooding your souls.

Szayel

He'll propose to you in a wacky way, you'll both be in the science lab together, working on separate projects, you weren't much of a scientist, but you did like testing things every now and then, helping him to understand whatever it was he wanted to discover. Szayel wasn't the most romantic or affectionate, he just couldn't bring himself to be that way.

Came the day of the proposal, he just asked out of the blue, it was so random and sudden, you almost missed it. You were both lost into your own work, deep in thought, when he suddenly spoke up. "We should get married today or tomorrow, what do you think, dear?" He asked suddenly, you just nodded absent mindedly, before you stopped what you were doing and you looked over at him.

"What?" You asked him, as you blinked a few times before you looked over at him. He was still deep into his work when he answered you. "Do you want to get married today or tomorrow?" He repeated himself as he paused his work and looked at you. You stared at him like a fish, and he simply shook his head and sighed. "Once you've overcame your shock, give me an answer will you please?" He asked before he simply walked away.

Mayuri

He'll propose in the most extravagant way possible, you'll nearly be embarrassed to even be his lover, yet feel extremely blessed to have a man like him in your life. Mayuri was an explosive and exciting man, he was loud, bold and proud. He was quick to boast but he was also rather humble. He'll propose at the least unexpected time in your lives.

You'll be in a small meeting, you didn't have to be here, but Mayuri insisted, that since you were his other half, you were to be there. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you'll admit, that it was rather cute. You, Mayuri, Byakuya, Ukitake and Hitsuagay, would be holding a small meeting, the topic at hand. Ichigo Kurosaki. They wanted to discuss on what they should do to assist in his issue at the moment.

However, in the middle of the meeting, Mayuri suddenly turned towards you, and he dug into his breast pocket, he was fishing for something until he found it and he pulled out a small remote. You all stared at him, trying to understand what it was that he was trying to do. He then held up the remote and he pressed the red button in the center. The ceiling opened and out came confetti and balloons. Nemu was on a string, that was slowly lowering her, she was holding a large sigh that said. "Will you be my co-captain, Y/N?" You blushed at the words and everyone rolled their eyes.

He turned towards you, an expectant look upon his face. You looked at him and you nodded. "Yes.... Yes.... I'll marry you." You said in a small but determined voice. He'll give you cocky smirk. "I knew you would." He said.

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[icy-watch]

^^^^ me with Geo

So so so so so sooooooooooo

You've met GEO

My reasoning for loving him so much stems from Season 2 Part 1 so I can't fully explain

BUT

I can tell you some things that they show doesn't tell (I think):

Geo says that he's a Munch with the color of a Geckle but it's not true; he's half and half

If you didn't notice but only his left ear was pierced; a sign in the Gay community to other gays that you are gay back when being public about it was frowned upon

The man who wrote the episode "Land of Lost Things" and created Geo (I think he made the character) is gay himself! So in a way, Geo is a self-insert character

I am Aromantic. I just don't feel the need or want to have a romantic relationship. And that seems to have stepped over into the media I watch. I don't ship. I'm slightly romantic repulsed. I don't actively hate it, I just don't like it. I'm fine with canon ships like Jaya or Lumity (from Owl House (plz watch it)).

But something about Geo and Cole. Something about how they interact in Season 2 that just.........AUGHAUGHGHHAHG!!!!!!! It awoken something in me. I feel warm inside!!!! I found myself grinning ear to ear.

It could just be the fantastic writing, but it's so much more. The ship for Geo and Cole is called LostShipping and/or Geode. The fanbase kind of goes back and forth. I don't mind either.

I'm still aro, and I still cringe inside at most romance. But Geode is the one exception and the whole #savemyboycole thing is really dumb

Oh look, I did explain it all without spoiling lol

And yeah......there are ppl who are NOT happy about Geo and Cole. They're not even actually together yet some ppl on Twitter are pissy. They HAAAAATE Geo! It's stupid. First off, it's a lego. Second, it's a kids show. Calm down. It's not that bad/important. Some ppl see Cole as Gay (me) and others see him as straight. Both are fine. Both are cool. He's still the same guy.

Oh, and there's no minifig for Geo. I think it's bc of his hair. They don't have like a set piece of it or something.....eh....just make a plushie of him (and of Cole plzzzzzzzzzz) I'd buy 500 if they did honestly

And now that you've met him.....I am safe to change my pfp to GEO!!!!!!!! (I also LOVE his outfit so much!!!! I want it)

(I almost put in a pic of him in Season 2 and was like "Oops....back it up! Can't use that!")

Geo! A blorbo! He's such a bean!

I noticed something right off the bat with him looking like a Munce and a Geckle, so when he mentioned it, it kind of confirmed what I'd thought.

I totally remember the gay ear piercing thing! My cousin and uncle were double and triple checking when they got their ears pierced that they didn't get the wrong ear. And that was in the early 2000s. It's amazing what's changed in 20 years. (Note: this is not the cousin who got married in Malaysia last year. This is his older brother, the extreme goth who hosts the Halloween Birthday Party every year. The 1 where my sister pumped me up to do this.)

Oh! I love that little bit of trivia!

*gives you a virtual hug* I will always love my aro friendlies.

It's extremely rare to see a queer couple that is Comfortable and just Exists. With Geo and Cole, it feels natural and unforced. And I'm very glad for that. It's probably why shipping them feels... nice.

Idk, I'm rambling.

I'm guessing the #savemyboycole thing is connected to chriscreator0 somehow?

A characters sexuality or gender doesn't change who they are as a person, and I wish people who criticize media for including queer characters were more willing to understand that. Just bc something about them is revealed doesn't mean they still aren't the character that they liked.

Justice for Geo! We deserve an official minifig or plush of our pretty guy! I will shake my fist at LEGO until something is done for him.

[futureplayboibunnie]

Okay, what about extreme hateful, angry, rough sex? Like they absolutely despise each other…..

Maybe at the end they maybe fuck all the anger out and give a relationship or whatever a try bc I love hate sex that leads to them liking each other 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

BUT STILL ROUGH ANGRY HATE SEX THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO REPENT BC ITS SO NASTY

… plz.

‘Good’

YESSS I LOVE WRITING THIS KIND OF HORNY SHIT <33

Screaming your lungs out would not do you justice. Your patience was ebbing away, nails forming crescents into your skin as your fists turned into a ball, aching to just punch something. Anything. Preferably Stephen Strange's face. Anger is dysfunctional- and you weren't party to playing happy family.

The Avengers came back to the compound after leaving you behind on a mission. You had waited for hours for them to come back; happy to give them all a verbal tongue lashing, but your machinations were only on Stephen. They had locked you in your room like you were some naughty child behaving badly but it was Stephen: he planted that little seed in their heads- that you were unfit to go on the battlefield.

You had all day to sit on it and you wanted to hear it from the horses mouth. You could no longer stomach his antics, his need to pull the rug from under you and make you believe that you weren't worthy of being a part of any of this. You knew he barely spent any time in his room at the Compound so when he was there you had to take your chance. It was late, he would be leaving anytime soon- so you barged through his door and it looked like he was gathering up some things to take back to the Sanctum.

‘’Hey sweetheart, hope you weren't twiddling your thumbs all day and made yourself useful for once while we weren't here.’’ His never ending condescending tone made fire course through your viens- hell hath no fury like you being scorned. Your face contorted into an unrelenting frown.

‘’Son of a bitch!’’ You slapped him. Hard. Intense. His jaw made of glass and brittle as bone. The type of slap he'd feel ringing in his cheek for days at a time. Stephen let out a sharp exhale- the prick was smiling down at you. Looking down at you as if you were worth nothing.

‘’Princess…What's got you all riled up like this?’’ He was mocking you as if he were talking to a child with no self control. That crooked half smile on his face only confirming the fact, he raised his hands to his chin to readjust his jaw.

‘’You know damn well why you bastard. Are you that scared of me? Scared that I'm stronger than you or scared that I'll make you look weak in front of the others?’’ You seethed, blood burning cold and curdled at the entire sentiment of jealousy.

‘’Weak or strong, you're still hot. Too bad your personality is as appealing to me as shit on my shoe.'' Stephen said huskily and you couldn't control the way your palm met his stupid face once more- even harder and even more brutal than the last time.

Stephen chuckled lowly, his hatred for you was as brutal as could be.

You were such a stick up his ass and always ready to pick a fight with him. Dear God everytime you walked into a room his head swirled like wildfire, his rage amplified tenfold and he didn't know how to control it.

You were a tick under his skin, crawling around causing havoc for thrill of it. He didn't trust you on missions and you didn't trust him; it was a constant game of chess and he got you in checkmate with just a few little whisperings of how unreliable you could be, always wandering off and never being where you needed to be.

Maybe it was because you were stronger than him. Maybe it's because of how immensely attractive you were. There were multiple narratives of you he had spun in his head like a muddy web, crossing and layering at every given chance. Stephen's hate for you and his desire for you. It was his cross to bare everytime he was near you.

And now you were here, short perfumed breath and an impossible fraying temper. He was hateful of his desire, he resented the fact he would want someone so different than him and it was driving him mad.

‘’To what end? Because I'm willing to go as many rounds with my hands as I need to, Stephen. Do not test me right now.’’ Your warning was the truest thing you've ever uttered and your skin tightened.

He was impossible. A dick. A pompous asshole that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and expects everyone to bow down at his feet. Your revenge was amped and ready to go but you noticed many fleeting moments where you just looked at him. It was objective a fact- he was nice to…observe.

And at all the parties women fawned over him, you weren't jealous…you were sure of it.

Stephen grapsed onto your upper arm and pulled you closer to him. Tight. Your death stare was anything but welcoming and it made his jaw tick.

‘’How many rounds?’’ He gazed down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes-something you deemed as suggestive.

The prick was looking at you as if you were a full course meal.

‘’Until I'm satisfied.’’ You gritted through clenched teeth, he could practically hear the bones crunching against each other. His grip was tighter on your skin and you were unsure as to why your heart was thundering at such a fast pace.

‘’Until you're satisfied?’’He repeated after you as if a deviant plan was forming in his head. You were warped back to reality as his other hand traced over your face slightly and lifted up your chin to connect intense gazes once more, your eyes darkened into the abyss of his powder blue.

You spat in his face as recompence and he recoiled. Taken aback by your brazen nature but ultimately not surprised. Stephen didn't know what to say, he just wanted to act. He needed to do not say. He watched you, unblinking and speechless as he wiped his face.

He spun you around by the arm that was holding onto you ever so tight, your rediculously defined ass pressing into his crotch as vour back was to his front. Stephen revelled in your surprised gasp that fell from your throat.

‘’See, we keept doing this little dance of death. Isn't that right?’’ Stephen's hands played with the hem of your shirt, teasing you with every feather light touch- pulling you in with touches you could barely register. You sighed and tensed up.

‘’Now you decide to get all tense on me? You were so relaxed slapping up my face.’’ He tutted, reprimanding you in a way you were so familiar with, but in this setting and in a compromising position like this it was crossing unknown territory. It felt so foreign but so good. ‘’How about I slap yours?’’ Stephen's hand darted up to your neck in a matter of seconds as he growled into your ear- holding onto your neck and tugging it back in a cupid's chokehold.

‘’Dare I sense hateful pining?’’ You muttered, a small yet salacious smile adorning your lips as your eyes were cast down.

‘’Hateful? Yes. Pining? Maybe.’’Stephen's coarse palms slowly travelled up your shirt and he felt your little heart beating and thrumming throughout your whole body. He felt goosebumps embalm your skin and he was pleased he was getting this bodily reaction from you.

‘’Have I wanted to fuck the attitude out of you? Yes. Very.’’ He whispered hotly into your neck and began teasing you by peppering kisses on your neck and like clockwork you melted into him.

You swiftly turned around to view the look on his face.

‘’I already regret this.’’ You exhaled and finally captured your lips on his and the sweet release of months of pent up agression made everything worth it. Your fingers tangled in his hair and it made his mouth open up.

Sweet Jesus, he tasted good.

He thought your kiss was impossibly toxic, so good yet so bad- he felt naughty for wanting you like this but his egomaniacal self thought he deserved it. Stephen waited a long time for you and now it was his time to savour every moment of you. Stephen's hands gripped onto your delectable waist and pulled off your shirt and his too.

Dear God, his chest. You wanted to lick sugar off of his ridiculously defined torso.

Stephen let a chuckle escape his throat as you toppled onto him and onto his bed, straddling him with your kisses binding you together again like a moth to a flame. He was bad to the bone, sick as a dog- manhandling you with a delicious vigour you'd never experienced before. He pushed you into him and you could feel a prominent bulge underneath you, smiling at the fact.

‘’Someone's excited.’’

In response, he pushed you back down onto the bed and nestled between the sweet nectar of your thighs. You felt yourself going lightheaded as your head hit the pillow, it was all happening so fast and you were craving the intoxicating neverending rush of it all. This felt like too natural an outcome- of course you'd find common ground by finding each other mutually attractive.

‘’You don't get to be all snippy with me baby. Not when I'm the only one capable of making you feel good.’’ He whispered menacingly as he kissed your jaw and peeled your remaining clothes off- leaving you in your bra and underwear. The way he called you baby made your heart dip.

‘’Good? Really? That's such a weak word.’’

'Don't be smart.' Stephen sounded intensely annoyed with you but wasn't that what you wanted? You had the insight to undo your bra to be rid of it - so he could feel you quicker.

‘’I'm just impatient.’’ You scowled and that just pushed him further the way he pinned your arms onto the bed by your wrists, the pinch was unnerving as it was attractive.

‘’So am I.’’ Stephen's voice was tight and thick, so matter of factly in such a husky manner. And with that he flipped you over and adjusted you to his preferred position- the position in which he could pull on your hair the easiest. You perched yourself up and leaned on your hands.

He slapped your ass and he smiled at the way your skin turned pink under his palm. Holy fuck, you were so malleable and bendy under him and the arch of your back told him all he needed to know. Your moan was incandescent, so held back and restricted as if you didn't want to embarrass yourself at how good he was making you feel; how tightly he had you under his thumb.

‘’Don't keep it in- don't be embarrassed about it. Give in to me, will you do that for me?’’ Stephen reeled his aggression back in to ask you, but you could still detect his mocking charm- you bit your lip, a little admament at first until you nodded your head.

Stephen slapped you again and then you let those noises that you were holding in escape your throat and he thought it was beautiful. He didn't spent too much time shimmying off your underwear- he practically ripped it off your body and the friction of the elastic burned your skin. He was revelling in the fact he had you in this position- that he had the opportunity of taking you and you were willing to give yourself to him so willingly after all the arguments you shared. This was a very pleasant outcome from all the animosity.

He bent down and fawned over your body to breathe hotly into your ear and neck, you melded perfectly into him. He peppered kisses from your shoulder to your shoulder blade before ultimately biting it. You whined as you felt the indents on your skin. He pulled your hair with just one hand and pushed you to the edge and he wasn't even inside you yet, how was he even able to do that?

‘’You're so pretty when you actually listen to me, huh?’’ Stephen's voice was bringing you back to his sacred space.

‘’Mhm...’’You whimpered pathetically, your lip quivering.

With his other free hand, he let his cock spring free and it was painfully hard- almost sore with his ache for you. Stephen pulled harder on your hair and it was the type of manhandling your cunt couldn't handle- you were clenching around nothing, so when he entered you...all you could sense were fireworks alighting inside of your body. You coated him in your wetness and of course he perked up at that, you were soaked.

‘’Isn't this what you wanted?’’He gritted as he set a ruthless pace and your body felt limp under him, so overwhelmed at how good it was feeling.

‘’Fine! Yes! Dear God, I want it- feel so...good.’’ You almost screamed, your throat feeling hoarse and raw- you could barely keep your balance at his brute force.

You knew he would be aggressive- it was in his nature, but this was the type of fucking you could only dream of.

Stephen was eating at you from the palm of his hand- you were so sweet and so wet. You were clenching around him relentlessly- so close to the precipice, the summit, the climax he was dragging out of you. When he spanked your ass again, you felt yourself begin to spiral. His hands still roping at your hair was only amplifying the raw truth.

‘’So tight. Pretty girl.’’His grunts were drowning out his actual words but you heard it still and even though your cheeks were heat seeped with sex, you blushed.

That alone made you let go and into free fall, you came with a scream and began leaking onto him. The sheer silhouette, the sheer feeling of you made him follow you in your undoing. You didn't realize how intoxicating you were, a mystery and now he had a puzzle piece, a missing key. He couldn't deny that he felt really special to having bedding you.

You don't think you've ever came that fast or that you were actually even capable of coming. Your lungs were filled and you felt like they were going to explode due to the pressure of how deeply you were breathing. As he rolled off of you your body went limp and the side of your face was buried into the pillow as you lay yourself down.

Stephen's slow intakes of air made you feel like you did a number on him the way he did to you. You both stared into the ceiling contemplating what to say.

‘’Good enough for you?’’ He asked deadpan.

‘’A lot better actually.’’ You finally found yourself admitting defeat. ‘’I wouldn’t shy away from letting this happen again.’’

Stephen’s eyes held a glint of wonder and surprise. He thought he should risk embarrassment and press his luck, which was probably not the smartest thing to do but you got him all…dizzy.

‘’Maybe I could… take you out.’’ He said quietly with his gaze cast down- kind of hoping you couldn’t hear. You obviously did and turned your head to face him.

‘’Like a date?’’ Your voice couldn’t hide your shock.

He gazed into your beguiling eyes.

‘’Yes.’’ He stated simply.

‘’I may just take you up on that.’’

—-

[dracotheocracy]

Bond. James Bond.

Plz give me all the info you've got on hand!

i am so glad you asked. fair warning: i will have nothing good to say about james bond.

now this wouldn't be a mars ask if i didn't set up dubiously necessary context before getting into it: i have a relatively well-documented history of being hooked into medias that are like watching car crashes (e.g., the irregular at magic high school, white collar). as it tends to happen in trash fire fiction i have seen some really problematic shit- irregular's main ship, for example, is an incest ship that's pushed by the narrative to the point where i think it isn't inaccurate to call its narrative somewhat pro-incest, and white collar is a police drama produced in 2010 which i think tells you most of what you need to know about the narrative it pushes about justice. all this, especially when compounded by some legitimately terrible writing, scratches a certain itch in the part of my brain that likes to tear shit apart.

the james bond novels will quickly become my latest victim, as i have to read From Russia, with Love for a course on spy fiction i'm taking this semester. i will likely have this tumblr post pulled up during the discussion we have about it in about 9 hours as what's under the cut is essentially a close-ish reading of the first 10 chapters of the novel.

tw misogyny, queerphobia, racism, sexual violence, demonization of mental illness

i have watched my fair share of james bond movies. they do not fucking prepare you for how bad the novels are. i am 10 out of 38 chapters into this novel (one of 14 novels!) and i have developed something of a hatred for ian fleming.

in 10 chapters the plot is only just beginning to get rolling, so in terms of actual writing quality i can give no judgements beyond "well i can sort of tell that by the end i am going to think 'hm this was not that good.'" now the bond franchise was never meant to be a literary masterpiece so it doesn't actually have to be all that good, it just has to be entertaining, and because my idea of entertainment is looking on in horror as some aspect of the writing finds a way to get worse somehow, by god has it been delivering thus far

what i CAN tell you is that ian fleming is teaching a masterclass on how to write with the male gaze. three female characters have been introduced in these first 10 chapters- a nameless masseuse who's really just there to make sure the opening of the novel is suitably erotic, rosa klebb, and tatiana romanov.

he has made a point of mentioning all of their breasts within give or take 3 paragraphs of their introductions, dear lord i might even be giving him too much credit. the nameless masseuse took her shirt off and was just tits out for most of the scene she was in actually, but that didn't really matter as much relative to the other glaring issue with that scene that i will be getting to later. he's also referred to his female characters as women as opposed to calling them girls maybe, once per character, so far. maybe that's a quirk of british english in the 1950s that nobody would think anything of, but it's something that adds up to the point that it's very much worth noticing to me- all of these women are grown adults and while i find myself unable to articulate exactly why it feels wrong to me that they're repeatedly called girls. it could be because i find it infantilizing, maybe, i feel like the word usage here diminishes their agency

the nameless masseuse doesn't really get a lot dedicated to her appearance relative to the named women, and the opening scene happens mostly in her point of view. there is also a man in this scene who i will be getting to in full later, but for now i will point your attention towards two quotes:

"[S]he wondered why she loathed this splendid body, and once again she vaguely tried to analyse her revulsion. Perhaps this time she would get rid of feelings which she felt guiltily certain were much more unprofessional than the sexual desire some of her patients awoke in her." "Now was the time when many of her patients, particularly the young ones on the football team, would start joking with her. Then, if she was not very careful, the suggestions would come. Sometimes she could silence these by digging sharply down towards the sciatic nerve. At other times, and particularly if she found the man attractive, there would be giggling arguments, a brief wrestling-match and a quick, delicious surrender."

this scene is written from her perspective and it's here to introduce the male character in it. but who cares about that, what is it telling us about the masseuse? well. she thinks her patients are hot and has sex with them sometimes. that's really about it, i think her portrayal in the scene as a whole would indicate that she's plain or a little dumb but there isn't much character to discern because ian is far more concerned with talking about the man in this scene in a way that's pretty sexually charged while also establishing the first bits of information you get about him as the reader. the only purpose of a female POV in this scene is to make it more erotic, i think it's pretty clear he doesn't really care about this character's anything beyond the inherent sex appeal she gets by being female and the ability to write a somewhat erotic description of a male character without it coming off as weird and homosexual.

our next female character is rosa klebb. i will be getting back to something more important about her later, for now i'd like to focus on how fleming, from a male character's perspective, describes her.

"She was short, about five foot four, and squat, and her dumpy arms and short neck, and the calves of the thick legs in the drab khaki stockings, were very strong for a woman. The devil knows, thought Kronsteen, what her breasts were like, but the bulge of uniform that rested on the table-top looked like a badly packed sandbag, and in general her figure, with its big pear-shaped hips, could only be likened to a 'cello."

i'll be honest this is an excuse to show off one of the titty quotes and rosa klebb is a pretty big offender. a lot of the impression we get of her in the beginning is done less to give us an impression of her and more to establish the kind of character our current POV man, kronsteen, has. kronsteen is an emotionally detached, manipulative, and insightful (in the dnd insight skill way) chess master who works for the MGB. he's the criminal mastermind smart guy who makes all the plans. now i suspect the purpose of rosa's physical description doesn't have much to do with showing anything particularly notable about kronsteen's character, there's a paragraph dedicated to the rules he uses to read/judge people that tells you far more about him than this does even if you try to analyze it, mostly because this is also how ian talks about women in the absence of a POV character

which brings us to tatiana romanov! who has her physical appearance described in a scene that is set in her POV:

"One of her early boy-friends had said she looked like the young Greta Garbo. What nonsense! And yet tonight she did look rather well. ... She smiled at herself in the mirror. Yes, it was wide; but then so had Garbo's been. At least the lips were full and finely etched. There was the hint of a smile at the corners. No one could say it was a cold mouth! And the oval of her face. Was that too long? Was her chin a shade too sharp? She swung her head sideways to see it in profile. The heavy curtain of hair swung forward and across her right eye so that she had to brush it back. Well, the chin was pointed, but at least it wasn't sharp."

"In fact Corporal Tatiana Romanova was a very beautiful girl indeed. Apart from her face, the tall, firm body moved particularly well. ... Her arms and breasts were faultless. A purist would have disapproved of her behind. Its muscles were so hardened with exercise that it had lost the smooth downward feminine sweep, and now, round at the back and flat and hard at the sides, it jutted like a man's."

wild guess. shot in the dark. she's this novel's bond girl. ian gives a glowing description of her features during which he establishes that she thinks a lot about her appearance and is perhaps somewhat insecure about it, but still believes herself to be beautiful. the stuff i took out and replaced with the ellipsis is really much of the same as what follows the ellipsis. the second quote is switching briefly from romanova's POV to that of the narrator, and of course it ends on a description of her tits and ass because, well, why not. now i will give some amount of grace in that romanova does have, like, a personality, but much like the masseuse she's, bland might not be the correct way to describe it, but she has this very gentle, [in a sarcastic tone of voice] divine feminine quality to her. to quote the next chapter, "This was a beautiful, guileless, innocent girl." i admit reluctantly that ian did a decent job of showing us this before telling us- her demeanor when she gets a call from a superior officer in the MGB betrays as much with her immediate panic over what she might've done to get a call at unusual hours from her superiors and pretty meek acceptance of what she probably sees as certain death, and her concern with her appearance in the parts i quote might come across as a bit superficial but the insecurity, the way she appraises herself, paints her less as vain and more as a shy beauty (to be conquered by bond later of course)

we return back to the scene with the masseuse, this time to talk about donovan grant, or granitsky. he is a major villain.

"Donovan Grant was the result of a midnight union between a German professional weight-lifter and a Southern Irish waitress. The union lasted for a quarter of an hour on the damp grass behind a circus tent outside Belfast."

i am genuinely curious why ian thought it necessary to mention that his parents fucked for 15 minutes in the sex that conceived him. we must note the nationalities of his parents because with the prior james bond knowledge that dr. no, a major villain from earlier in the bond timeline, has a german father and a chinese mother, makes me suspect there might be a pattern in what heritages ian likes to give his antagonists. (READ: GERMAN AND [INSERT OPPRESSED NATIONALITY HERE]). it should be noted that granitsky's father immediately fucks right off and he's raised in southern ireland. dr. no, i'm fairly certain, was also raised in china as his father was a german missionary if memory serves. ian throughout the first couple chapters establishes that communist spies are pretty culturally and racially diverse, which would be cool i guess if the communists weren't evil in this setting. later in his exposition about granitsky's backstory he describes the spy school he attended in leningrad, specifically its makeup: "Germans, Czechs, Poles, Balts, Chinese and Negroes..." (about the use of the word Negro, the bond novels were written in the 50s. for clarity). there's a mention in a later chapter of a particularly accomplished black soviet agent. i will update this post if there's any racial diversity on the MI6 side of things but... somehow i doubt it...... anyway, i point this out just to make a note that the side we're rooting for here is the side of the white englishman where his villains tend to come from less privileged cultural backgrounds

i'm not done with donovan. he gets worse. his character says a lot about society and particularly how little ian fleming thinks about like, anything. donovan grant is a high ranking assassin in the MGB. he's a boxer that defected from british armed forces oh also he's a serial killer

"It was about this time that his body began to feel strange and violent compulsions around the time of the full moon. When, in October of his sixteenth year, he first got 'The Feelings' as he called them to himself, he went out and strangled a cat. This made him 'feel better' for a whole month. ... Often he had to go very far to find what he wanted and, after two months of having to satisfy himself with geese and chickens, he took a chance and cut the throat of a sleeping tramp."

grant is diagnosed 2 chapters later with manic depression that flares up once a month. he has to go out and kill people or drink his urges away once a month because he has manic depression that is explicitly stated. it's almost 1am so i'm not going to dignify this with an especially winded explanation of what's wrong with this scene. that's a wildly inaccurate portrayal of what we now understand as bipolar depressive disorder and a demonizing one at that, because, you know, evidently manic episodes make you go out and kill people right that's definitely accurate and based in verifiable fact right. he was diagnosed as a narcissist also while we're on the topic of demonizing portrayals of already very stigmatized mental illnesses

"When he killed the occasional girl he did not 'interfere' with her in any way. That side of things, which he had heard talked about, was quite incomprehensible to him. It was only the wonderful act of killing that made him 'feel better'. Nothing else."

so as an aro/ace myself i dig into this one particularly hard. there is one hell of an implication here about an asexual's capacity for love, compassion, you know, emotions, the things many people argue make us human. it's just incredible to me, really, that ian decides to introduce this character's asexuality by saying "he doesn't rape the women he kills because he does not experience sexual desire." it's very, very clearly not something that's supposed to reflect positively on donovan, which is just insane because you'd figure this would be a "well at least he doesn't rape women he only kills them :|" but instead it's "he doesn't rape the women he kills how awful and weird!"

the train of logic there is relatively easy for me to piece together i think. if someone is okay with murder, that is, on the sliding scale of evil actions, generally placed above being ok with sexual violence. at least i suspect this is reliably true in the 50s when this novel was written. the intended takeaway from this as a result is probably something along the lines of, "well, this person already has something deeply wrong with him. someone who would commit such a grave sin as killing another human being shouldn't have any qualms with crimes that are of a lesser magnitude, ergo if he's killing the woman why does he not rape her as well? it must be because he has no sexuality!" which is going to be treated as a bad thing. this is james bond. this is a series that deals heavily with sexuality, the bond girl is a known staple of the series for a reason, right, and the stance ian takes is that sexual desire is part of what makes us in some respects human, and that something is wrong with you if you don't experience it.

grant is not the only queer character in From Russia, with Love, check this out:

"It was said that Rosa Klebb would let no torturing take place without her." "For, or so they whispered, she would take the camp-stool and draw it up close below the face of the man or woman that hung down over the edge of the interrogation table. Then she would squat down on the stool and look into the face and quietly say 'No1' or 'No10' or 'No25' and the inquisitors would know what she meant and they would begin. And she would watch the eyes in the face a few inches away from hers and breathe in the screams as if they were perfume."

"Rosa Klebb undoubtedly belonged to the rarest of all sexual types. She was a neuter. ... The stories of men and, yes, of women, were too circumstantial to be doubted. She might enjoy the act physically, but the instrument was of no importance. For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this psychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires... She was a lone operator, but never a lonely one, because the warmth of company was unnecessary to her."

there is so much wrong with this. she's rumored to be a neuter i.e having non-functional sex organs in this context, i think. i do believe ian is trying to indicate that she might be intersex here. she fucks both men and women, maybe she's bisexual, and she does not get any emotional fulfillment out of relationships and sex to her is "nothing more than an itch." sex is often described as the ultimate form of intimacy and i do think there's an argument to be made for an aro/ace reading of this if what we're being told here is, essentially, that she gets no emotional fulfillment from sex and it's merely a pleasurable act. regardless there's something to be said about the only two characters thus far with unusual sexual identities being a serial killer and a torturer. they're both portrayed as incredibly cruel and incapable of forming meaningful relationships with other people and the fact it happens twice in the same book i think is indicative of a pattern in how ian (and his time period more broadly) views queer identities.

um yeah so that's my review of the first 10 chapters of From Russia, with Love by ian fleming like and subscribe for more

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stay at home dad/ house husband mingyu who gets up early to make to make his wife and daughter cute lunch bentos, dress up as the prettiest princess to play tea party with her, makes the best dinners for his family but would also rail you into the sheets almost every night in the most filthy way possible. is an absolute sweetheart afterwards and the next morning and gives his girls kisses after dropping them off to work and school

Stay At Home Dad/Husband! Mingyu Part 1...

Warnings: Fem!reader btw, not much other than mingyu fucking you hard, use of the term "mommy" but not during the sex part really, cum eating, oral (f) , most of this is fluffy

A/N: Dare I say this is one off the most perfect things I've ever received in my inbox 😭 plz send more. I hope I did this justice:(( oh and sorry not sorry for using these iconic photos...they've just always screamed "husband" material to me rather than boyfriend material. Feedback is always appreciated!

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• Mingyu loved being a husband just as much as he loved being a dad.

• He was living his dream life. Beautiful wife, beautiful daughter, nice house. He wouldn't have it any other way.

• He wouldn't pay mind to those who judged him for choosing to stay home and take care of the house while you went to work. He still supported you two with some side investment money, but he wanted to be the most supportive husband and dad he could.

• All the other mothers would be jealous of you. How on earth did you find that sexy of a man who was willing to do house chores AND take care of the kids AND was just as in love with you before you got married.

• But they just didn't understand that Mingyu was a giver at heart and thrived over taking care of his family. It brought him more happiness than anything else could.

• And how could he not be in love with you? You brought him the most amazing daughter in the entire world and he would always feel the need to repay you for bringing him that happiness (even if you told him over and over that he didn't need to thank you for having a kid with him).

• Mingyu was the cutest husband, greeting you with a warm hug and kiss every time you came home, grabbing your bag for you and telling you to unwind while he finishes up the dinner that him and your daughter were preparing (she wasn't actually helping but she thought she was and that's all that mattered).

• He'd glare at you if you even dared to help him do the dishes, telling you that you didn't have to clean up after a long day at work since it was his self proclaimed job.

• But he'd pout and eventually give in to your push back because he did enjoy your company.

• You two would be washing dishes side by side, him doing the washing and you drying the plates as he passed them off to you while your daughter sat on the counter giggling and playing with the dish soap bubbles.

• Mingyu would be very attentive to your needs as well as your daughter's needs. Anything you needed or were running low on would "magically" appear the next day. Any holes in clothes would be patched up before you could even complain about having to buy a new pair. Anything broken (he probably broke it with his tall ass smh) would be fixed without you having to remind him.

• You never needed to waste money for lunch at work because your loving husband would always prepare a meal for you and his daughter to take before the two of you woke up.

• His alarm...would probably wake you up but he'd press a kiss to your forehead and shush you back to sleep before checking on your daughter

• Because your daughter spent so much time with him, she'd probably pick up a few of his habits which always warmed your heart.

• She had his smile, his laugh, his adorable pout that was hard to say no to (you have to be the strongest soldier fr to say no to not only your puppy of a husband but your adorable daughter)

• Mingyu loved spending quality time with his daughter. He knew she would grow up eventually but he'd always have these memories to cherish and look back on.

• It was quite the sight to see coming home from work sometimes to see your 6 foot 2 buff husband dressed up in one of your maternity dresses (probably the only ones that would fit his big ass body) with... questionable makeup on his face while he played princess with your daughter who was clearly having fun with her dad all dressed up.

• Once he noticed you watching, he wouldn't be embarrassed. Instead, he'd have the sweetest smile on his face as he picked up your daughter to carry her to you, the both of them pressing glossed kisses to both of your cheeks.

• But as much as your husband was this tall teddy bear of a man, you never forgot about his duality although it did always amaze you.

• Mingyu liked to keep in shape, not for aesthetic reasons, but he wanted to make sure that his growing age didn't hinder anything he needed to do for you and your daughter. Maybe there were a few shallow reasons for him staying so buff, but he still loved looking good for you after all these years and he knew you appreciated how sexy he was. He loved how proud you got when introducing him to others. He loved how turned on you'd look over the most basic tasks he'd do just because his muscles would flex in his shirt.

• Mingyu was the sweetest husband and father but he also was just just a man at times and couldn't help himself as he snuck in a few "innocent" touches while your daughter was distracted.

• Luckily your daughter couldn't hear all the filthy things he'd whisper in your ear as he gave you back hugs.

• But your daughter would be concerned when you'd let out yelps whenever your touchy husband playfully smacked your ass while your daughter was playing.

• "Princess, what's wrong with mommy? She's been acting weird lately." Your husband smirked at you before feigning concern for you in front of your daughter.

• You weren't complaining though, you loved how Mingyu still found you sexy after all these years and how he had no problem showing it and voicing it.

• Especially when he was balls deep inside you after the two of you read your daughter to sleep.

• "God damn, you're so fucking sexy, baby. Fuck—your pussy's so fucking good," he moaned out, his hips slamming his cock deep into you as he took you from behind, his strong hand pushing you down on your stomach while the other pressed against your head to muffle your moans in the pillow.

• "We can't be loud, Y/N. You wouldn't want to wake up our little princess, right? Fuck, shit—I've fucked you hundreds of times, how are you still this fucking tight."

• He'd quicken his pace, fucking into you so hard it was pretty much guaranteed that you'd be walking funny the next day.

• After making you cum around his cock and burying his face into your neck as he emptied himself inside of you. He offered to clean up the cum inside of you with his mouth (again how could you say no) and giggled as he watched how your eyes could barely stay open after multiple orgasms.

• "Let's go to bed, baby."

• It always amazed you how your husband could easily slip back into the loving, clumsy, puppy husband and father role as if he didn't fuck you into the mattress the night before.

• He'd have the brightest smile on his face as he listened fondly as your daughter raved about her new drawing while Mingyu was cooking up breakfast for the family.

• But he'd have his moments in between where he'd let that innocent imagine down, whispering into your ear as your daughter started a new drawing at the table.

• "Baby, you might wanna fix how you're walking, our little princess was asking why Mommy was walking so funny and I can't exactly explain that I fucked her sexy mommy until she came six times." He sent you a wink before turning to your daughter with another bright smile as he brought the plated breakfast to the table.

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To Keep You Safe

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: After being physically bullied, Eddie finds you hiding. He decides to take care of you before taking care of your abusers, but his methods of care, you notice, tend to be rather sweet.

Warnings: Spoilers for season 4 but not really, physical assault, bullying, mentions of vomit, blood, homophobic behavior, mention of homophobic slurs, Chrissy bullies you and Eddie so she doesn't get bullied, Eddie gets physically aggressive, this wasn't proofread so plz don't expect perfect grammar, if I missed a warning please comment it below politely

This was written at 4:30 in the morning while I was half asleep, please don't be mean about my writing-

You could feel it in your chest, that ache that only grew until it swallowed every breath you took. You could taste bile and blood in the back of your throat and you couldn't tell if it was blood or tears covering your face.

Hiding in the janitor's closet was not the most ideal way to spend your science period, but Mr. Willow took one look at you and decided to dismiss your absence.

This wasn't the first time you've been discriminated against, and it almost certainly wouldn't be the last.

Sniffling and wiping your face, you only succeeded in smearing whatever was on your face and not wiping it off.

You couldn't help but flinch when you heard the crack of the doorknob turning, your gaze snapping up only to meet the concerned gaze of the one and only Eddie Munson. Immediately, he was at your side, his hands hovering over your body before speaking gently. "Where does it hurt?" As if it was second nature, your fingers drifted up to prod at the side of your nose, a small hiss escaping you and tears brimming in your eyes at the pain that blossomed there. He nodded and with his index finger to your jaw, he turns your head and looks over your nose. "Yup. You're definitely going to die. Such a shame."

Your brows furrowed, confusion blooming all throughout your being. He sighs and shakes his head, taking your hand and with a dramatic wail, he throws his head back.

"OH, how I'll miss you! I'll avenge you, I swear of it! Justice will come to your name-" "Eddie.." Your voice broke as you uttered his name, slowly drawing his attention before he flashes you that signature smile of his. You continued. "W-What are you doing?" He shrugs, ghosting his knuckles over your cheek in a fond way before resting his hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, y'know. I have to declare your condition, since of course I'm legally a doctor." His sarcasm was so obvious that it almost made him look silly, but you could tell what he was doing. "Yep, that's a grade A boo-boo. I declare a kiss to make it better." A small smile escapes you, his voice managing to calm your nerves. He was always able to manage that, calming you down.

"Yeah, but seriously, I need to get you to the nurse. Do you want it straight up or do you want to wait to go to the nurse?" His tone was a bit more serious now, but it was still lighthearted. A small whine escaped you; you didn't want to even think about the damage that Jason had done.

"L-Later," you mumbled. Eddie nodded, gently winding his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. One of his hands drifted to your head, his fingers threading through your hair as the other hand rested on the small of your back.

You tensed up a bit at the action, your nerves still on edge from the encounter you'd had.

But you knew Eddie would never hurt you. That was something you knew for certain.

He was a rather intense person for people who didn't know him, but it's almost surprising how much he settles down for people he cares about. Especially you, his boyfriend for a running three years now, going on four. He cared very deeply for you, and you could see the genuine love he had for you every time he simply looked at you.

Your presence brought a smile to his face, the genuine and authentic one that could light up a room. He would often get bullied for his smile, called creepy, but nobody quite understood the authenticity like you did.

His gentle voice brought you out of your thoughts, lips coming to press a kiss to your temple before he pulled away from the hug but keeping his arms around you. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, the strands sticking to the blood dried there. His presence comforted you enough to loosen up; he was somebody you trusted with your being.

"I-It was Jason. He just..." You paused, making Eddie tilt his head and brush his thumb across your cheek. "Come back to me, sweetheart," he softly spoke. You nodded and held one of his hands with both of your own, a way to ground yourself.

"Jason started calling me sick. Saying I had a disease and laughing about it. I... I hated it, but I stayed quiet. Then he started calling me a..." You shook your head, not even wanting to utter the word. You could see the understanding on Eddie's face. You knew he wouldn't force you to say it, or even be upset if you did. You noticed rather quickly that Eddie didn't care what you said, as long as you were genuine about your phrases.

"It bothered me, but again, I could ignore it. I was just waiting for you. Then Jason brought you up..." Eddie's brows furrowed and he scooched forward a bit, his knees touching yours. "Chrissy even said that she agreed, that you were a freak and that it was obvious you had to be a 'flamer.'" A sigh escaped you and you found yourself leaning into Eddie's space, your head subconsciously resting on your boyfriend's shoulder. He brings his hand up to run it up and down your back, once again kissing your temple.

"I told him to stop... That he could talk about me all day but to leave you out of it..."

"Sweetheart, you know I can handle myself."

"But I hate hearing it. You don't deserve it at all. All I told Jason was to leave you alone, and he decided to shove me into a locker." You whined, your grip tightening on him. "He grabbed my hair and... Bashed my face into the locker." You could feel Eddie tense up at the mention, leaning back and running his thumb over your cheek as he looked over your face again. A deep sigh left his chest and you could almost feel the anger radiate off of him. Eddie had always been laid back and overall a very chill person, but he was also protective too. It took a lot to piss him off, but touching you was something that would do it instantly.

He decided to push his anger down. That could wait, what was more important to him was you sitting there hurt and traumatized.

He sighs softly, pulling you into another hug and you didn't hesitate to cling to him as tight as you could.

"I love you, but please don't do that again. If he's a dick, ignore him. And if he tries to piss you off, find a teacher or me, or somebody."

"Eddie..." Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as your fingers fisted into the leather of his jacket.

"I'll handle it, sweetheart. Don't try to worry yourself, let's just get you patched up."

He pulled away and took your hand, helping you stand before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and gently steering you to the nurse's office. He was cracking small jokes the entire way there, stopping and pulling away from you for a moment so he could dramatically trip over a gym bag that was thrown in the hallway next to an empty desk. When you reached the nurse's office, you held his hand and kept your attention on him as he tried his best to be helpful. Unfortunately the nurse found him annoying and sent him back to his class period. He refused at first, but the nurse had the gall to threaten to suspend you for 'provoking a fight.' Aggravated and feeling defeated, Eddie gave you his leather and denim jacket for comfort before obliging to her commands.

Or that's what he said he would do.

"Hey, Clydesdale!" Eddie's voice rang out throughout the cafeteria as he made quick strides to the athlete's table. Jason looked up, obviously offended at the name before he scoffed. "Got something to say, dip?" He shook his head, as if Eddie wouldn't do anything.

"I'll do more than fucking say something, you damn mung." Jason was quick to stand up when he heard the aggression in Eddie's voice, deciding to harshly shove Eddie backwards. "Yeah? The fuck are you gonna do, freak?" Eddie didn't even give a response before his fist clashed with Jason's face, sending the athlete to the ground and causing a collective gasp from the crowd that began to gather. Eddie shook his hand a bit, the force of the punch causing a small cramp in his hand. An added bonus to those beautiful rings you loved so much, they gave punches that added kick.

Leaning down and grabbing a fist full of blonde hair, Eddie leaned down and his voice hissed through his teeth with the click of his tongue. "That was just my warning. You lay a hand on him again, and you know what you did, I'll do more than give you a little kitten lick. Y'know, since all I'm known as is being a monstrosity." He shoved Jason's face to the floor, wiping his hands off on his dark jeans.

"Eddie!" Your sweet voice immediately brought a smile to his face as he wrapped you in a hug. You were now in your last period, which you don't share with him, but Eddie wouldn't let that stop him.

"Hey, how are you feeling sweetheart? You're not dead yet, I see." You smiled softly at his words and buried your face into his chest. He gently poked at the bandage on your nose, tilting his head with furrowed brows.

"She had to relocate my noss, and that hurt like a bitch, but it stopped bleeding and I'm all cleaned up now. Jason won't even look at me now so that's a good thing." Eddie smirked and stepped back so that he could give you a dramatic bow.

"Thanks to yours truly." His voice had that lilt to it that it normally did when he was pleased with himself and you could only give a small laugh. You were almost shocked that he had done something bad enough to scare Jason away, but Eddie was Eddie. He left Jason alone until he had to step in.

"You're ridiculous, Eds."

"But you love me~"

"Indeed I do." At your words, Eddie smirks and leans down to steal a kiss. You could tell that he was wound up with the way he chased your lips when you pulled away, but the bell rang and Ms. Barkley had threatened to hit him with an English textbook.

The beginning of last period was something that left you feeling better about the day, getting your affection in with Eddie before watching him yelp while he attempted to dodge Ms. Barkley and the wrath of her English book.

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The Lord of Demons

Drabble part 2 (part 1)

Pairing: demon!san×reader.

Genre: fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)

Summary: when the demon appears out of nowhere.

Warnings: BDSM, unprotected sex (cover your little willies or imma fry them), name-calling, hair pulling, choking, manhandling, nasty, nudity (not that it was needed in the tags), oral (fem rec), sex toys, pussy sniffing, spanking, ice-play, nipple clamps. (Lemme know if there is something more). I hope minors are away from this nasty drabble.

Word count: 3.4k+

Note: for @nanibecute because it was the best idea ever. 💓 hope it justices part 1.

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The bright rays of the sun flashed in your sleeping eyes stirring you up from the sweet sweet sleep. You groaned and tossed around before stretching aggressively. Blinking, you opened your eyes and looked around with your still blurry vision. 

You felt some soreness in between your legs, reminding you of the events from the previous night. A silly smile kissed your face but it soon vanished. 

"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said. 

You messily got out of bed with a heavy heart. The regret was seeping in. His drunken daze felt like hypnotized you last night. He didn't though, it's just how you could put it in theory. 

You picked up your clothes that were now on the single sofa next to the bed. They smelled clean and fresh. 'He must have washed them,' you thought. Putting them on, you quickly opened the door and silently paddled downstairs. 

Keeping the noise to a minimum, you reached the main door. The plan was to leave the house as fast as you could. Even though you had no idea where you were or even if you were on Earth, it won't hurt to try… right?

 You were about to open the door—

"Leaving already?" The Demon's soft voice sent shivers down your spine. 

You brought your hand back from the doorknob and turned around slowly to face him. And oh was he standing! He was wearing an apron on his naked torso. His hair was slightly messy, bangs falling on his smooth forehead. His feline smile was so killing. 

"At least have breakfast with me, hm? I made waffles with fruits on the side," he gestured for you to follow behind. When he turned around, you choked on the air and coughed. His perfect ass was out for you to admire and you could see his gigantic cock and balls hanging. His ass looked so smooth and soft that you felt like biting them.

"You can bite them later," he chuckled after hearing your embarrassed gasp. "Don't worry, I love the attention from the beauty herself."

The kitchen was magnificent. It gave a very antique look and yet modern. You weren't the one for cooking but if you could cook here, you would do it every day. 

"You can cook here if you want. No one is stopping you," oh his ability to listen to your thoughts. 

"I-I want to go home," you said. 

"Sure, princess. But let's have some breakfast. And I know you have questions and you can ask them too!" He smiled, oh that killing smile with cute dimples. His demeanor was totally different from last night. 

You hesitantly sat on the counter stool and awkwardly waited for the food. "So… demon, huh?" You swear you just couldn't look away from his perfect ass while he was cooking on the stove, back facing you.

"The Lord of Demons, my love. I rule over them," he said. 

"...now what's gonna happen to me," you sounded like you have accepted fate. 

San turned off the stove and filled the plates and brought them to the table. He offered you some butter and a few varieties of syrups. The freshly chopped fruits were sitting in the middle with two forks in them. 

"I'm gonna make you happy and take good care of you if you let me," he chopped a piece of waffle and plopped it into his mouth. 

You harshly placed your fork and knife on the table, "why would a de—"

"Demon do that? They are bad. They ruin people," he completed your sentence. "It's what you were gonna say my love? Wasn't it?" He gently rested his cutlery and looked at you, "you see, there is a bad side and a good side. Similarly, that's how people see us; angels are good and demons are bad. But in reality, the real demon lives inside the human. They become their own demons and blame us who are just trying to maintain the balance between good and bad… You know, angels are made out of pure souls. When a saint-like person dies, they become an angel. But do you know how demons are made?" 

"No."

"They are made out of angels. When an angel gets filled with rage and humiliation, they become a demon. When an angel faces the real world and how cruel it is, that's when a demon is born, to hurt the people who hurt innocent people. To hurt a person who tried or did get their hands on that innocent little girl who was playing in the park or the grown woman who was returning home while thinking about what she was going to do later but ends up with some inhumane person, unwillingly. That's when a demon takes birth, to give justice to anybody who is helpless. It might take time to act upon it or might slowly make their life hell, but we do make them suffer. Angels can't do that so we get our hands dirty," you have never thought about it. And now when you do, it feels honorable to be even sitting in front of him.

"Y/n I am a demon, I do sins. The lust, the greed, the jealousy, all of those but to a limit. I wouldn't do a thing that you don't agree with. But if you regret being with me last night, you are most welcome to leave and I will never even look in your way. But if you stay, I won't ever leave you," he looked straight into your eyes. 

You realized that your life has been a huge lie. Nobody taught the reality of demons and only said that you needed to be afraid of them. They were just another form of an angel but fierce and punished the wrongdoers. 

"I- I think I don't have anything to do now. The time for university has probably passed… Maybe I can look around?" You tried to act innocent. 

San's face turned from serious to fun in a snap of the finger. "Yeah? So you wanna stay? You want me to love you? Hm? Show you your true worth. Lemme tell you one thing, those little boys were too egoistic to see the true you. I don't know if you will be happy with me or not because it is up to you but I do know that you will know that you are worth more than what you think."

"How are you gonna show me?" You bit your lip, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to appear knowing that you were playing with fire. 

San smirked and his eyes shined golden. The lust. It showed the lust that rushed through his body. He got up from his seat and stood behind you. He whispered in your ear, "back to the room, my love?" And licked your whole ear.

Without any other thought, you stood up and laced your fingers with his, and went towards the room you left in the morning. He clicked open the door and ushered you inside. 

"So, what do we want today?" He asked while removing his apron. And, oh, that big cock on display was already getting hard. 

"I did enjoy spanks," you bit your lip. 

"Such a pain slut we have here. You have been different for the best… I live for it," he moved closer and held your waist. His hands moved under your shirt and were caressing your warm skin. "Is your butt okay?"

"Sore but ready for more," you whispered. 

"Wanna try something new, my love?" He smirked.

"What?" He just nodded and pointed in one direction, to the bed. 

"Be a good girl and strip for me," he whispered and sexily stepped in the direction of his sex equipment closet. 

You obediently listened and stripped out of your clothes and sat in the middle of the bed. The cold silk purple sheets were soft against your body. 

He came out with a few things in his hands. You watched him as he organized everything on the side table next to the big bed. "My love, would you mind if I blindfold you?" He asked as he picked a black silk cloth. You shook your head. "Words, my love."

"No."

San smiled and covered your eyes with it. He then pushed you back so that your back was flat on the bed and your head was on the black silk-covered pillow. "So perfect for me."

You flinched when a feathery thing touched your shoulder. It slowly caressed your neck and moved down. He brought the black feather tickler down to your sternum and encircled your right boob and then your left, teasing you just enough to make you feel greedy for his touch. 

Your nipples perked up, asking for attention. It felt so good. "Please," you whined. 

"Why do you want my love?" He teased you.

"Please, touch me more!" 

San caressed your nipples with the tickler and moved to your stomach. It felt way too sensitive there. You moaned when it touched your belly button. But then he stopped and you cried out of neediness.

"Why did you stop!?" You asked.

"Shuuu," he shushed you.

You heard something clunking and then felt San's hands on your right wrist. He pulled it above your head to the side and cuffed it. He did the same with your other wrist. Just when you thought that he was done cuffing you, you felt his hand around your ankle as he lifted your leg and cuffed it there, and so was your other leg. You were totally exposed in front of him. Your pussy was pulsing and leaking too much, clenching around nothing. 

"Only if you could see how beautiful you look like this," he spoke as he clicked open a bottle of arousal gel and poured it onto his fingers. 

You flinched at the strange cold sensation on your nipples, and your breath hitched when he massages that substance on your clit. It started to tingle pleasantly, adding more fun to the already funky feeling. 

"Feels good," you remarked breathily. 

"Yeah? Wanna feel better?" He asked. 

"Mhm," you moaned. "Fuck!" You screamed when you felt a cold and wet hard thing on your clit. Ice. "Fuck, it's so cold."

"Babe, say red if you wanna stop and green if you want to continue." 

"Green!" You whined. 

The ice was back on your tingly clit. He moved it around your pussy, making it even wetter. The cold against your hot pussy felt breathtakingly pleasurable. And then he shoved it in your leaking hole. 

"Saaannn," your voice trembled. "Please, stop teasing me!"

"My love, let me take my sweet time with you. Let me make you feel good," he shoved another ice cube in your pussy. "Your pussy looks so delicious with ice leaking out of her. Just oh, look at her."

You moaned out loud when you felt him lick your hole. He kissed around and sucked your clit harshly. Before he could lose his mind, he removed himself and picked a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. 

Your nipples were already sensitive when he adjusted just right enough to make your mind go blank. You were desperate to see what was going on. Your hands were fighting against the cuffs. "Oh, God!" You moaned. "Ah!" You cried when he harshly smacked your ass. 

"Baby, I'm still not on the same team as God," he smacked again. 

Your pussy was aching for attention so tried to rub it against his hand that was on your ass. You whined when he removed his hand completely. 

"You are just asking for punishment, aren't you? Brainless slut. Just want to rub that little pussy of yours all over me, hm," you don't know how it was possible but you felt yourself leaking even more. "Oh, look at you dirty, dirty girl. Just want to get humiliated. Right?" 

"Yes! Only you," your words came out broken. 

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Only for me," he took your lips in his. His warm tongue licked every inch of your mouth, spit running down the chin and teeth biting each other's lips. He tasted like strawberries. His hot hands ran all over your body. 

San pulled away from the kiss and came down to your hot pussy. He could feel the heat coming from your pussy. His pointer finger poked your angry and throbbing clit and flicked it left and right. His mouth salivated when your sweet scent reached his nose. He did the next thing that came into his mind: burying his nose in your wet pussy. You moaned with a giggle and tried to shut your thighs around his face. He giggled and sniffed it deeply. 

"So in love with your scent, my love," he kissed your pussy lips and shoved his long tongue into your hole. You whined and clenched around his tongue. His hands grabbed your thighs to keep them in place. Je lapped onto you like the hungry demon that he was. 

San was on cloud nine. His cock was painfully hard. Usually, he never felt this way. But with you, all he wanted to do was shove his twelve inches straight into you and make you moan like a broken cassette. 

"San, uuh haaa," you were a mess only from his tongue. It went nice and deep; nose rubbing against your clit. Legs were trembling and your hips were in the air. Your head fell behind and your hands pulled on the cuffs as if your life depended on them. 

"Yeah, baby. That's right, say my name, louder," he sucked harshly on your clit and spat on your hole. Your cunt sucked it all in while clenched. That was enough of a tease for San himself, thinking about this is how your cunt will suck his cock in, and he got even harder.

Hastily, he unlocked the cuffs from your wrists and ankles. Ripping away the blindfold, he attacked your neck. Sucking deep blue and purple hickeys everywhere on your neck and chest.

Your eyes adjusted to the light and immediately fell on San who was sucking your tit while looking up at you through his lashes. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your pussy and entered his head. Just like yesterday, you already felt full. He slowly pushed himself into you as your mouth opened in a silent scream. He felt bigger than yesterday. 

"Y-you got bigger?" You asked.

San rested his forehead against yours, "my size changes depending upon how aroused I am. But fuck baby, I thought my limit was twelve from the usual ten but this looks like a solid fourteen inches. You make me so, fuck! Hard," he moaned as your cunt clenched around his length. 

"Fuck me, please!" You fisted his hair with one hand and the other dug into his back. 

San slowly started moving, "fuck baby, you take my cock so well."

"Faster!" 

He sat on his knees and hosted your legs over his shoulder and started slamming into you at an animalistic speed. His heavy balls were hitting your ass, leaving a red don't on them. He rubbed your clit in a circular motion that sent shivers down your spine and your back arched up high, only leaving your head on the bed. 

He swiftly picked you from the bed, legs around his waist as he pushed you against the window. His beyond human powerful hands held you up and paced harder. 

You started squirting with a loud scream, nails scratched his back. Your mind was empty and only filled with his cock. You loved how it filled you so well.  

"Fucking cockslut, look how you are wetting me. Love this so much," San kissed your open mouth. The spit was drooling over your chest. 

You were just where he wanted you to be: fucked up messy on his cock. 

He took a minute to admire how you looked. Your cheeks were red and tear-stained. Drooling. The hair was messy. Neck and chest filled with his love bites. Better than how he imagined. 

San's cock drooled a heavy load of pre-cum in your pussy and twitched violently at how beautiful you looked like this. "I'm never gonna leave you, darling. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine," he chanted as if it was a mantra. 

"Yesyesyesaaaahhhh," oh the pleasure was so sweet. 

"Can you go a second time?" He asked and you dumbly nodded. 

He took you to the bed again and threw your face first. Ass high up in the air. You had no energy to hold yourself up. He got behind you and entered your gaping hole without any warning. He grabbed your hair and pulled them and snakes his other hand around your throat and squeezed it just enough.

Your eyes rolled back and now you were just going with the flow, too tired to even say a word. 

"Come on, baby, squirt one more time for me. Squirt all over my cock," his breath came out harsh along with grunts. 

"Sanie!" You came harder than before and just as he asked, squirted all over his dick. 

The tightness of cunt pulled San to the edge. He finally released his seeds into you. His head fell behind and moaned your name so loud that you were sure that people around the house must have heard. 

San came so much that your tummy bulged out. You felt so weak and tired and fell onto the bed, without another thought, you slipped into your sweet sleep with a dumb smile on your face. 

His cockhead was still you, keeping all the cum inside. He chuckled dumbly. Oh, he was so in love. 

…

The next morning, you were woken up to feeling soft lips against your shoulders. You giggled and turned around to face San who was smiling ear to ear. You cuddled against his chest and he kissed your forehead, his lips lingered for a moment. 

"Good morning, my love."

"Best morning," you said in your morning voice. 

"How did you sleep?" He asked. 

"Better than ever," you hummed. 

"Good thing," he kissed your lips. 

You thought you were going to feel all sticky and messy with dried juices all over you but you felt all clean. 

Reading your mind, San said, "don't worry, I took care of you last night."

Your heart filled with pinks and purples, "you are the best! I doubt that you are a demon," you said. 

He chuckled, "hmm, trust me, I'm only like this with my little demon lady. I'm surprised myself, honestly, I have never been so caring about anyone ever. I love this feeling. I love how it is exclusively for you," he kissed you again. 

You smiled widely, "I love how you express yourself so well. I can't do that."

"Just tell me you love me, rest I already know," you both giggled and cuddled closer. 

"What if I say it's too soon for that word?" You asked while looking at him with your irresistibly beautiful eyes. 

"Then I will wait for as long as you want," he whispered against your lips, "love is about surety and not lust. I don't want you to say anything for as long as you don't feel them," he kissed your lips a little longer.

"Hmm," you were satisfied. "How can you be this good and romantic?" 

"That's who I am for the only person who is in my arms right now," he said. 

"Ou, I'm honored," you laughed when he tickled you, "no, honestly! I mean it!" 

He stopped and rested his head over yours. 

"Can I ask something?" You raised a question. 

"Anything, my love."

"Is this your real bedroom?" You asked. 

"No, but I think I want it to be. You know, easy access," you snickered. 

"Are you always this horny?" 

"I can't resist you, my love," San grabbed your chin and gently tilted it towards him, "I just can't."

"Hmm, you fucked me dumb last night," he laughed at your statement.

"That's what I wanted," he teased. 

You looked around the room. It was really exotic. You name anything related to sex, it was there. "Maybe we can put your Master Series Dicktator Sex Bench in work," you innocently said. 

He looked over his shoulder and back at you, "already planning the next playtime?"

"I can't resist you, my love, I just can't," you tried to imitate his voice. 

San squinted and attacked you with tickles, "such a naughty girl!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Stop!!" He cuddled you again and pampered you with kisses. 

San hummed while kissing you, "I have a feeling of an eternal future with you…" 

.....

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[coffeeimagines]

bill cipher x a reader that is cheerful kind and energtic with a strong sense of justice plz :3

im going to throw tumblr out my window it erased everything I had I FORGOT TO SAVE IT AS A DRAFT....... but saw it earlier even when you requested more than 7 days ago im so sorry lmk if you'd want anything changed!

note: the reader is siblings with the twins if you won't mind? I'll def change if you don't like it. ( n/n is nickname )

another note: so sorry if this stops making sense towards the end I had major writers block & lost a bit of motivation to write I'm so sorry anon. - 9/23/22

Bill Cipher with a Reader that is so full of life

It was this very summer that you've finally made it to gravity falls, after being told it was a fun yet mysterious place. You came here with both your siblings Dipper and Mabel to meet your grunkles face-to-face for the first time.

When you finally arrived to the mystery shack, grunkle stan gave your siblings a warm hug and your grunkle ford gave you a hand shake.

"Ah, you must be my (niece/nephew) i've heard about! What is your name?"

"I'm (y/n)! You can call me (n/n) if you want though" you replied with a smile. You waved to grunkle stan and he gave you a soft fist bump.

"Great to finally meet ya kiddo."

"Yeah! I've been trying to tell you about them when mom said we were allowed to call you! They're absolutely the best sibling i've ever had, alongside dipper!" Mabel says as she hugged you.

"Why don't you two show them around? If they'll be staying here for this summer might aswell get used to the place, ay?" grunkle ford says and your siblings nod in agreement.

Dipper and Mabel both introduced you to their friends. When you met Pacifica she didn't really seem like the one to be interested one bit in you but you were so confident to becoming her friend.

After going around town for a bit, you've noticed a forest that seemed like a good place to look around the outside until you were called to go eat.

"Since you're just getting to gravity falls, you should know something very important, (y/n)." Grunkle stan told you with a serious expression.

"There's this triangle that goes by the name Bill Cipher. Whatever you do under all circumstances do not approach him if you ever see him. He tends to make deals with people he comes across just to backstab them in the end."

"Hey, we don't have to worry about him anymore though! Me and Dipper beat him multiple times and he's gone now! Don't you remember?" Mabel replies. "Well yeah Mabel but just what if he somehow comes back? We can't be so quick to assume that he's just gone for good." "I guess you do have a point but we're in safe hands now! And if he ever does come back who says we can't beat him again?"

"I understand, can I take a walk around though? I want to explore some more and I think this will be a great opportunity." You ask. "Of course you can. We'll call you back for dinner." Grunkle ford tells you."

You give him a hug before running out the house and into the forest.

"Evil triangle? What makes a triangle evil? eh." You shrug. You sit down breathing in the fresh air that surrounds you but a statue catches your eye.

"Wait, isn't that the triangle I was told about..? It seems harmless though." You say to yourself as you walk up to the triangle. You softly shake its hand until you hear yourself being called by Soos.

"Coming!" You say as you rush back to the shack.

"There you are dude, mr pines and his brother were calling for you its sort of getting late, I saved your meal though you're allowed to eat in your room" "Alright, thank you for letting me know soos- wait where do I sleep?" "I think you should ask mr pines"

You head over to grunkle stan to ask where your sleeping. He explains that you'll be sleeping in the extra room they have and guides you to it.

You immediately hop into your bed and eat your meal. Once grunkle stan leaves with your empty plate and closes the door behind him you get your rest.

When You woke up in the mind scape, this is when you met Bill Cypher himself.

He didn't seem harmful so you were confused on why everyone hated and feared him.

During the few weeks of you both knowing eachother, he started to gain quite a liking to someone like you, someone who's so full of life.

"Hey kid, how come you're... like this?"

"Like what?"

"So ongoing & full of life. It irritates me in a.. good way."

You giggle softly to yourself. "I don't really know myself, I just really enjoy seeing another day in life you know? Sometimes I just feel like everyday is a gift for us."

You both realize that you're fading away from the mindscape.

"Oh, looks like you're waking up kiddo."

"Well, yeah." You sigh. You leans towards bill a bit.

"Hm? Something you need kid?"

You give bill a kiss on his (supposed to be?) cheek as you fade away completely.

You wake up breathing heavily with a blush on your face.

[rawmeknockout]

can i have breeding kink w deathsaurus plz 😳

//this is long but i had many ideas in terms of this fic... i just thought... some background building would be fun//

You don't particularly like the way Tarn's new goal has changed him. Being in the Decepticon Justice Division has never been smiles and rainbows, but the ferocity with which Tarn focuses on Megatron's betrayal leaves a cold pit in your tanks. You try to understand him, he speaks for all the Decepticons left behind when he expresses his deepest wish for Megatron to suffer. Your leader has always been intense, but you feel like something unspeakable is about to come to a head.

Which is why it must have slipped your attention the way Deathsaurus' optics lingered on you. Of course, you were always aware of him when he was around, it was hard not to be, but you didn't feel the need to be on guard. You can hold your own against even the strongest Decepticons. You knew, no matter the circumstances, that you would be fine.

But his uncanny ability to find you when you were singled out, vulnerable, didn't escape your notice. He shouldn't want to kill you, but your sensors prickle with anticipation when he lingers about. Deathsaurus is cruel and cunning, two things you see Decepticons far too often try to pull off and fail. But Deathsaurus is the exception in that he's very good at both.

"Tarn is in his office," You keep your tone flat, optics on your datapad, but your sensors are tuned in to the bigger con in the room. You repeat to your processor that you can handle yourself.

"I'm not looking for him, but thank you," There's no gratefulness in his tone, and he dismisses your leader with little more than a flick of the wrist. It irritates you.

You tilt your helm to look over your shoulder, giving him a scrutinizing glare. Deathsaurus keeps his face neutral, open, but he starts advancing upon you in a way that reminds you of a cyber panther. And you hate the inscrutable look in his optics. You can't tell what he's thinking.

"What do you want?" Your voice is low as you subspace your datapad to free up your servos. He hasn't made any threatening moves, so neither do you, but your gaze is fixed on his face and you stand with your shoulders squared. He won't intimidate you.

"Relax," He rolls the word off his glossa like it's honey, the tone too smooth to be soothing, "I know what you've been thinking, little mech."

He moves quicker than you expected of a frame so hulking, servos upon you and lifting before you can think to draw a weapon. You drag your claws across his cheek; it does not faze him. But there is no crushing or tearing or maiming. Deathsaurus does slam you back down onto the ship's control console. Your legs instinctively curl back to your chassis, ready to kick him off, but Deathsaurus is between your thighs and pressing you down with his weight. His body is unusually warm.

"I see the way you look at me. So hungry for such a little thing," You almost don't catch what he's saying, too busy letting your optics dart around for an escape plan. You have to take a moment to let your processor digest the words. They leave your mouth hanging open, glossa useless, "You shouldn't hide such animal want from me."

You must have heard wrong.

"So typical of someone so small, your greedy optics have outpaced your fuel tank," His heated interface panel grinds uncomfortably upon your own, startling a gasp from your intake. You're confused and irritated and now reaching a sick arousal. Deathsaurus tightens his grasp on your sides, "I have been looking for one worthy of bearing my brood."

"Deathsaurus," His name is a warning on your glossa, but his large body between your legs makes it seem... Less threatening. As large as he is, as terrifying as the stories about him are, you won't be intimidated. You still glare up at him as he admires you with a self-satisfied smile.

Was that what his optics were saying? He wanted you? It looked like he was going to snap your helm off between his teeth.

Deathsaurus wastes no time transforming his interface panel away, allowing his spike to press down heavily upon your own array. Offending you a considerable amount, because are you not worthy of foreplay? You cannot deny, however, that it's been exceptionally lonely lately. Where Tarn used to lavish you in praise, provide his soldiers with ample reward, now he shuts himself away to obsess over every little detail of his revenge. Your comrades are fine at providing for your sexual needs, it's what you must do for team morale, but they do not have the leadership qualities that you crave.

Deathsaurus' spike throbs against your warming interface array, his hips giving an involuntary jerk to gain some kind of friction against your smooth, polished armor. Despite yourself, you reach down tentatively to grasp him. He groans with relief at a simple touch.

"Do not tease, little warrior," A shiver races down your spinal strut at his words, that dark tone that so few could provide. Commanding without needing to insist. You get his meaning when his clawed digits trace around the seams of your interface array. Tarn would usually provide you at least some light petting before getting right down to fucking, trace your sensitive armor, let you kiss and lick upon him, but Deathsaurus is more animalistic in his approach.

You continue to stroke him, enjoying the weight of his spike in your servo and the way it twitches and dribbles transfluid down your digits, before allowing your own array panel to shift away. Deathsaurus' optics are even more intense when he catches site of your wet valve, the biolights fading and blinking slowly with the hum of your spark. He unconciously drags his long glossa over his sharp teeth and you desperately want that clever mouth upon you, however he would deign to give it. You would let him lead, so long as he promised that glossa as a reward.

Deathsaurus does little waiting, letting his spike slide between your plush valve folds drawing a gasping whine from your vents. He takes only a few concentrated seconds of rutting back and forth over you, collecting your own transfluid on his spike, before pressing the tip into your eager valve. Your legs, still pulled close to your body, clench with every sweet tingle along your sensors, pedes digging into the metal of the console. There's just the sound of soft moaning and whirring fans between you as he almost tenderly allows you to adjust to the sheer size of him, but when your legs unfurl to wrap around his hips Deathsaurus takes that as all the encouragement he needs.

It's not right for Tarn to have left you needing for so long, searching out his guiding hand only to find Deathsaurus instead. You just know the paint transfers are going to be hell with the way he fucks you like he's trying to spark you. And, you suppose, that would partly be his goal. Although you prefer dismiss it as dirty talk. The Decepticon medics have long since provided the necessary sterilization to even be a soldier. You let out a whine you've never heard come from your vocalizer before, crying like a wounded animal as Deathsaurus leans over you. Putting his weight into every thrust. Your servos claw and scrape at the metal beneath you, grasping for something. Your own overload, maybe, or Tarn's hands if he were the one above you. As it is, you call for Deathsaurus with a voice full of longing.

His many eyes over you are disturbing, staring down at you with undisguised hunger. His lips are upon yours, hiding your wailing voice with his glossa, letting the vibrations of your moans roll through his very metal. You almost miss the moment his clawed hand ever so delicately strokes over your anterior node, but it sends you crashing into an overload that has your back arching of it's own accord. Deathsaurus, ever sympathetic, grunts at your clenching, quivering valve walls that pull him into his own overload. It hardly seems to matter to him, even as his transfluid drips out of your valve and down to the console below, because he's still moving and venting hard above you. Spurred on by the thought of sparking such a small, fearsome mech.

[true-autistic-tales]

[base]

click 4 higher quality plz <3

so um ive seen some beings do the whole "my mane 6" and i wanted to do that but make it polyamorous/queerplatonic instead of friendship hehe 🤭 anyway here's are the poni from left to right under the cut

also ive been thinking of naming this "my little pony: polyamory is fuckin epic!!!" cuz it funny

axl (redesigned by my friwend @/kitt_punk144 on instagram)

obvious self insert cuz i couldn't help myself even with my own ocs

element of loyalty <3

pegasus :V

dyes mane a lot

KANDI!!!!

sapphire

element of honesty

krin

cis mare (she/they)

lesbian

works with rose in their florist shop

very very close with rose <3

screams/kismet

element of laughter

earth pony

cxlt (bxy but pony get it?), scenecoric + hyperpopgender (he/it/thing/uwu/cringe/XD/rawr)

gay oriented aroace

in a lil band with melody (vocalist)

prob the most chaotic one in the group along with parcelious (so they usually hang out at cause a lot of damage to things)

if anypony hurts melody, rawr will kill

calls melody "babe", "babygirl" semi jokingly

2nd oldest

voice claim is ofc zach hadel

crystal rose

element of magic

unicorn but uses her magic to create wings for herself (and later becomes an actual alicorn :0)

cis mare (she/her)

pansexual :D

grows flowers with her magic (which is supposed to be symbolism for blooming relationships ;);))

prob the chillist

very very close with sapphire <3

parcelious (reformed)

ventsona that somehow became an oc??

element of justice

batpony

genderqueer (it/she)

trixic + lithromantic

desperately wants a healthy romantic relationship but it never goes anywhere

never got its cutiemark so... *points at burn scars*

kicked out of her home for being queer

the chaotic firend who is so chaotic it's actually self destructive

gets arrested/charged for petty shit a lot (speeding, stealing, getting into fights, etc)

only comfortable venting to screams since they're extremely close

the oldest out of the group

socks

element of generosity

batpony

agender (it/its)

aroace

toymaker :D

loves pastel goth, early internet and cartooms <3<3

didn't get its cutiemark so it decided it didn't need one anyway so drew an X on its flank (basically the good ending that parcelious didn't get)

it looks up to both kismet and parcelious a lot so usually hangs with them but doesn't go as far chaotically

the youngest

melody

element of kindness

everypony thinks they're an earth pony but actually she's a changeling :V

transmare (aahh i did the funny again) (she/it/they)

it's only comfortable showing her true form with kismet <3

in a lil band with screams (backing track and actual music)

non-verbal

almost always with screams <3<3<3