#if there are any fics like this please send them my way

[fastandpascal]

ᯓ★ NO REGRET!

you’re wearing nothing but Landos hoodie and he is down to explore what you’re hiding beneath it [ln4 smut, mdni!]

a/n: my first ever fic so please be kind! leave me some feedback or reblog if you enjoyed and request some more

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It was one of those quiet Sunday mornings when the world outside the windows seemed to stretch in lazy stillness. The soft light of mid-morning spilled into the apartment, dust motes dancing in the golden glow. You were padding around in nothing but Lando’s oversized hoodie, the hem brushing just below the tops of your thighs. Beneath it, you wore nothing—no panties, no bra—just the fabric of his hoodie and the cool air brushing against your skin.

You’d just refilled your coffee mug, the smell of fresh brew mingling with the faint trace of his cologne lingering in the air. The sound of the TV in the living room hummed low, barely audible over the soft scuff of your bare feet on the hardwood floor. Lando was sprawled out on the couch, his sweatpants riding low on his hips, his messy curls falling into his eyes as he lazily scrolled through something on his phone. His head lifted when he heard you coming closer, a sly smile curling at the edges of his lips.

“Do you ever wear clothes?” he teased, his voice still rough with sleep but tinged with amusement.

You smirked, taking a slow sip of your coffee before leaning against the edge of the couch. “I am wearing clothes,” you replied, letting the hem of his hoodie sway slightly as you gestured at yourself. “Your clothes, actually.”

His eyes darkened slightly as they swept over you, lingering a beat too long on the curve of your thighs and the way the oversized hoodie hugged your shoulders. There was a flicker of mischief in his gaze, one you’d come to know all too well. Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you down into his lap, your coffee sloshing precariously in the mug as you let out a surprised laugh.

“Lando!” you protested, though there was no real resistance in your voice. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him as he plucked the mug from your hands and set it on the table beside the couch.

“You look far too comfortable walking around like this,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his hands slid beneath the hem of the hoodie, his fingers skimming the bare skin of your thighs. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”

You shivered under his touch, your heart beating a little faster as his hands roamed higher, brushing against the curve of your hips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning innocence even as your voice trembled slightly.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me,” he said, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Before you could come up with a retort, his hands moved higher, slipping beneath the loose fabric of the hoodie. His fingers found your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, which were already hard from the cool air and the proximity of his touch. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as a wave of heat shot through you.

“Lando,” you breathed, a mix of protest and anticipation in your tone.

“Mm, no bra,” he murmured, his voice rich with amusement and something darker. “You’re just asking for trouble, aren’t you?”

His thumbs circled your nipples, the light pressure sending shivers down your spine. You squirmed in his lap, your breath hitching as he pinched them gently, the sensation sharp and electric. A soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and his grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, his voice a low purr as he continued his teasing ministrations. “I bet I could make you beg just from this.”

Your cheeks burned, both from embarrassment and arousal, but you couldn’t deny the way your body was responding to his touch. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, though your words lacked any real bite.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he countered, leaning in to press a kiss to your jawline, his lips warm and soft against your skin.

His hands didn’t stop their teasing, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer pinches that had you squirming and clutching at his shoulders. The ache between your thighs was growing, and you could feel the hardness of him beneath you, a silent testament to how much he was enjoying this. The combination of his touch and the way he was watching you, his gaze hungry and intent, was enough to make you forget about anything else.

“Lando,” you gasped again, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“That’s the idea,” he said, his lips quirking into a smirk before he captured yours in a slow, heated kiss. His hands slid back down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you closer, grinding your hips against his. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from your lips.

The hoodie you were wearing was bunched up around your hips now, leaving very little to the imagination. Lando’s hands slipped to your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided your movements, his kisses growing deeper and more urgent. The lazy Sunday morning had shifted into something far more electric, the air between you charged with anticipation.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark and full of promise. “You’re going to regret walking around like this,” he said, his voice low and husky.

But the truth was, you didn’t regret it at all. Not one bit.

[tinydefector]

Hooray!!! Omg i’m so happy lol. I’m definitely going to be smiling for the rest of my day. I finally had time to think about it and how about a platonic familial scenario with mtmte magnus and the ambassador on break and casually chatting, fluff please. let me know if you need more details, and take your time <3

(i’ve been having data problems so hopefully this ask sends through 😅)

Out of the bag - human effects

I had so much fun writing this Buddee and I hope you like it!.

Word count 1.6k

Ultra Magnus x human reader

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The ambassador sat quietly working through files while on the desk, fingers pinching their temple as they re-read the text. A hot drink beside them as they worked. Ultra Magnus sat at the desk as he too worked. It would have been rather funny to look at, A large alien robot sitting at his desk working while his co-worker who was much smaller sat on the same desk on their own seat with a desk. They looked almost like they were a toy figure. 

They take a sip of their drink and roll their shoulders slightly. "Please tell me I don't have to fix another 15 files of Rodimus getting side tracked again and typing out random words like Chinchilla?" They mumble almost like a pray.

Ultra Magnus cycled a weary ex-vent, field rippling with long-suffering patience. "I'm afraid so, Ambassador. The captain seems...incapable of submitting forms in any semblance of proper order." He pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor, nearly the same pose as them. an unmistakably human mannerism picked up from long acquaintance. "At this rate, reconciling his haphazard paperwork will occupy the majority of your work cycle."

Magnus observed the ambassador's flagging energy levels with mild concern. "Perhaps you should take a brief respite. Overexerting yourself serves no purpose - I can handle the captain's responsibilities for the time being."

His tone, while stern, held an undercurrent of genuine care. Despite their differences, he cared deeply for the ambassador; their well-being remained in everyone's best interests. 

"The schedules can wait. I suspect you've had enough excitement for one orn already." A hint of dryly amused. "I'll be alright Magnus, Just got a headache and sore. Really wasn't planning on dealing with reports, but it beats having to do holovids with Prowl, I want to strangle that mech some times." They reply leaning back in their seat, bringing their drink up and holding it in their hands as they close their eyes for a moment.

Prowl's combative nature makes diplomatic discourse a...trial, to say the least." He cycled another heavy ex-vent. "Though I must say, your own entanglements have proven equally...taxing, of late." Magnus leveled them with a pointed look, with a hint of mild disapproval.

"I trust you understand the risks involved, consorting so closely with the crew. Propriety and protocol exist for good reason - to maintain order and prevent compromising our mission." 

Yet beneath the stern admonishment, a thread of genuine concern shone through. "I only caution you to tread carefully, little one. The games played aboard this ship can be...treacherous, for those caught unawares."

His gaze softened marginally. "I would not see you come to harm, simply for wishing to find companionship in these trying times. Despite what you and others may think i do care about you" 

Embarrassment slowly works its way into their system as they look down as if they were a child who just got caught stealing something. "How.. how did you" they start not knowing how to continue talking. "Come now, Ambassador - did you truly think your...activities would escape my notice?" Magnus replied, a hint of wryness in tone.

He shook his helm slightly. "I may be strict, but I'm not blind. The signs were...quite evident.” Leaning back in his chair, Magnus fixed the ambassador with a measured look. "I'll not lecture you on proper conduct - Primus knows life aboard this ship is complicated enough as it is." Attempting to soothe their clear discomfort. "However, I must urge caution. Entanglements with subordinates."

They continue to look down for a moment processing his words. "I know, I wasn't planning on getting involved with anyone, it just sort of happened. Told Ratchet that it was to stay on the down low, and Ratchet had the same concern about risk, he wanted to make sure if something did happen with other bots outside of him and Drift that i had someone to trust if something happened. I was just worried that if you, Rodimus or Megatron found out. My job was gone" they mumble, they were filled with so much anxiety and panic over the situation only for the mech they feared the most about it to just say he knew. 

Magnus cycled a heavy vent. "I see. That...explains certain observations, I must admit." He rubbed a servo over his faceplate. "Ratchet and Drift, of all mechs. I confess, I had not anticipated that particular entanglement."

Fixing the ambassador with a level stare, Magnus continued, "However, you needn't fear repercussions from myself or the others." A hint of wryness entered his tone. " We've all been there, at one point or another." 

They let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Magnus, and I'm making sure to look after myself. Woah just wasn't expecting to be having this conversation with you is all. You have no idea how much fear I had about you finding out about my um.. 'activities'. You bots aren't exactly subtle about your 'human fucker' content  " they state before slowly having another mouthful of their drink.

He nodded in acknowledgement. "I understand your concern. confess, even I am not entirely immune to the temptations that arise. However, I endeavor to maintain strict protocols."  Magnus continued solemnly, "I cannot - and will not - control the personal affairs of my crew. That is a burden I do not wish to bear."

A hint of wryness entered his tone. "Though I must admit, the antics of Megatron and Rodimus have certainly tested my patience on more than one occasion. They are both very fond of you"

“I had a feeling they were. Magnus you being tempted, now that's new to me, I'm sorry they are causing you trouble” they chuckle, smiling up at him, enjoying the banter.  

"Ratchet and Drift both know I'm not interested in a relationship, it's mainly just stress relief, and i think Sunstreaker just has a bjt of a kink for someone who isn't going to scratch his paint" they confirm, making him aware of yet another bot involved. Magnus's optics widened fractionally at the mention of Sunstreaker - another unexpected development in this tangled web. "I see. So Sunstreaker as well, hmm?"

”It would appear you...ambassador has been quite diligent in cultivating a support network aboard this ship." Fixing the human with a measured look, Magnus continued, "And you are certain this...arrangement suits you? Entanglements with the crew, regardless of intent, can prove...complicated."

The nod. “Yes, I'm content and want to keep this on the down low, I don't need it getting back to my superiors on earth, nor do I need Prowl making issues of it.” They explain. In truth they were very happy with the arrangement, and felt less guilty now that they were talking with Ultra Magnus over the situation. 

"I merely wish to ensure you are not inadvertently placing yourself in jeopardy, little one." Magnus paused, considering his next words carefully. "However, if this provides you the stress relief you require, then I shall refrain from further commentary." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though I must admit, I'm somewhat impressed by your...resilience, in the face of such formidable suitors."

It makes their face fluster as they look away from him quickly. “That's not funny and you know it” they huff under their breath only for him to let out a soft rumbled noise. Shaking his helm ruefully, the Autobot commander returned his attention to the ever-present datapads. "Very well. You have my discretion and, should you need, my counsel as well."

"They have all been good to me, very respectful and accommodating. They mainly have been dead quiet about involvement because of you actually." They hum. "Well technically you, Megatron and Rodimus. You three I do look up to alot, and your opinion means alot to me. I was just worried you would have me court martialled and shipped back to earth for fraternization "

Magnus's field rippled with a mix of surprise and begrudging respect. "I see." 

"While I cannot condone such...personal entanglements, I confess I am impressed by your discretion thus far. It speaks to a level of maturity and pragmatism I had not anticipated." Magnus met their gaze steadily. "You have proven yourself a valuable asset to this ship. I would not see that jeopardized, simply due to youthful indiscretions." 

With that now out of the way they sit there quietly before looking up at ultra Magnus from their spot sitting on the desk. "Could I have a hug, at the moment I can feel myself shaking from the fear and anxiety " they try to joke and make light of how afraid they were of him finding out. 

Magnus regarded the ambassador with a soft expression, field pulsing understanding. "Of course." He gently scooped them up, cradling their small frame against his chest in a rare display of tenderness. "There is no need to fear, Ambassador." His deep voice rumbled with reassurance as he lightly stroked their back.

They lean their head against his plating, relaxing against him.  "Thank you, you're a real one Magnus. No one will ever change that" Magnus rumbled softly, the vibration soothing against the ambassador's frame. "You are most welcome. I am merely doing what I believe is right."

He gently adjusted his hold, ensuring their comfort as they leaned into him. A rare, small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You have earned my trust, Ambassador. That is no small feat."

With that, Magnus simply held the ambassador, allowing them the chance to find solace in the steadiness of his frame. And in truth he rather enjoyed holding them close. 

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[latibulater]

used up my 30 image per post limit on this liveblog of the buddy system:

kind of want the shirt with the gorilla on it

i love his little insignia laptop do you think thats a custom macbook case

"who was that, van halen?"

"no that was sean puffy combs, daddy" rusty literally giggling and calling brock daddy while they make little references at each other....seriously s3 they were so close to fucking. also jesus that reference given recent news O.o

THEATREEEEEE KIDSSSS

honestly need some fic of brock bonding with hank by teaching him martial arts

knowing dermott is rusty's son makes this scene so much funnier

insert knock-off-my-smug-grin-to-reveal-a-tinnier-smugger-grin meme. and looking at this pic he reaaaaaally looks like jonas. really want a dermott getting knocked to the past fic so badly

this really is a great brock episode. he gets so excited when he thinks of getting another kid to cold war dermott's face in

i really enjoy all the kiddy character designs, the artists always get more funky with shapes when the person is only for the background

the e-den was abandoned "forty years ago"..........

presented without comment

"You always wanted to be an adventurer. Not like answering trivia, is it, boy? Here's what we're going to do..."

the way he dives off the couch when he thinks brock is looking at them through the spy camera, and he gets so babyboy when brock says he thinks doc cries himself to sleep missing the monarchs

i love their little mo-ped

this episode was also like the one time triana seems to possibly Like-like Dean back, I wonder if that was a possible direction after this episode but just never made it into any final script so they ended up scrapping it and sending her to magic school

this mustve been really strange for Z, i wonder i maybe this was a small turning point for him

i dont think we ever get the boys interacting with more than one teenager after this ever again...... this was SO FUNNY. dermott calling brock "your dad's lover" and triana calling him a poser and a dork and "so Dave Matthews" to which Dermott primps his hair AGAIN. And Hank and Dean are so cute. the way in "tears of a sea cow" dean and hank clearly want to go to public school.....i get WHY in the cartoon itself that didn't happen, but why didn't it happen :(

a) magenta-haired Triana animation error jumpscare b) love that one kid in the corner who is enjoying the break-out fight

the troops being visibly scared of brock like seriously need more about henchmen mythos around Brock Samson. also Hatred yelling to Doc on the megaphone "he's murdering my boy - this is monkey business!" honestly very cute

were-brock....bloodied clawed hands brock...very extra hairy bloody sharp brock......

rusty's so exasperated at hatred misreading a.m. as p.m. his eyebrows disappeard

like brock and rusty have history but rusty and hatred have chemistry

love the rusting on the statue detail here

i love this end scene

"that's my dad, thanks for the zombie self defense lessons mr. samson!"

"you should've seen that kid's dna he was a ticking time-bomb of cancer. i cleared that up" like bio-engineer rusty.......please i need a gattaca reference episode

[figurantedefilme]

"my pretty girl" — sam winchester.

pairing: tfem!sam winchester x gn!reader

summary: sam needs to relax and you would do anything for your girl.

cw: 18+ content, MDI!! sub!transfem!sam, softdom!gn!reader, intended to be read as sapphic, no use of y/n, there's not really a plot, kissing, inappropriate language (not sure if i can count it as dirty talk argh), masturbation (sam receives). 1.2K words.

a/n: so, this is my first smut and it must be really bad, but i was thinking so much about this girl that i had to do something. this fic was very inspired by some of my favorite writers!! i'm trying to write more and trying to improve my writing, i still have a lot to learn. constructive criticism is very welcome!! english isn't my first language. enjoy it ;)

— send me an request!! <3

sam had been acting strange since you left in the afternoon to investigate some witnesses under FBI cover, and you only realized why when you got in the car and you could take a look at her crotch and saw how tight her pants were and how she was uncomfortable, all the way to the motel fidgeting in the seat. when you got to the room, sam opened the door and hurried in and sat on the bed while you closed the door.

"i think i'll take a shower first, okay?" sam said, searching her backpack for some clean and comfortable clothes.

"hm, okay, you can go first," you said, sitting down next to her, putting one hand on her shoulder. "only if you don't do anything and let me take care of this for you." you palmed sam's cock over her pants, she shivered and let out a moan that sounded more like a sigh, shivering at your touch, but tried to hide it by looking away.

"o-okay," she was already blushing, you could feel the heat radiating from her needy body. She stared at you for a moment and hesitantly gave you a sweet and soft kiss. "i need you so much, babe." she wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your neck.

"what's got you so excited, baby?" you said, running your fingers through her soft hair.

"argh," you could feel her face getting hotter. "i couldn't look at you in that outfit." she tightened her grip on your waist.

"oh, you like seeing me in a suit?" she nodded. "okay, i'll keep it then," you threaded your fingers through her hair and gave it a little tug so she would look at you. "how about we take off some of those clothes of yours and you lay down on the bed for me, hm?" you said in a teasing tone, which only made her blush more. she just nodded and stood up.

she took off her coat, shoes and belt, but when she started to unbutton her shirt, you stood up and grabbed her wrists.

"leave this to me, okay?" then you started to unbutton her shirt slowly just to tease her, always with your eyes fixed on hers. you took off her pants and left her with only her underwear.

you gave up on teasing her when you saw how sore she must be, so you asked her to lie on her back on the bed with some pillows, relax, and let you do your job.

so you climbed on top of her, knelt down, without sitting on her lap- and started kissing her. you kissed her with desire, with your hands on her face and let her enjoy the moment for a while. you wanted her to relax, lately she was very tense with all the work and you just wanted her to feel good for a while, at least.

you began to kiss her down, wet kisses on her jaw, neck, until you reached her covered breasts. you looked at her as if asking for permission, she nodded and leaned her back a little. you unbuttoned them and threw them somewhere in the room.

so you started kissing and sucking her breasts, leaving some marks but always with so much care, as if she was made of glass and would break at any moment, you were adoring her and her body, you just wanted her to feel good and loved.

"honey, p-please?" sam was tired and sore, she just wanted to relax a little and was asking you to do it for her.

"it's okay, honey, it's okay." You told her and started to move lower on her lap until you were face to face with her panties.

"c-come on, please, i need you so bad." she said beggingly, she was thrusting her hips up almost without realizing it.

you slipped your fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down enough for your cock to pop out. the tip was so red, and pre-cum was dripping almost all around its circumference. from the look on sam's face and the state she was in, you felt like she was going to explode with just one touch.

"so needy, baby, do you need me?" you grabbed sam's cock and started pumping him really slowly.

"y-yes, faster, please, it hurts..." she was almost crying, she was writhing underneath you.

"i'll give you what you want, my pretty girl, i'll give you everything you want." you started going faster, sometimes slamming your hand on sam's hip, running your thumb over the tip to use the pre-cum as lubricant, sometimes squeezing a little, wanting to take everything sam could give.

"a-ahh, baby, i-i'm gonna cum." sam said, some tears started to run down her face, she was trying to hold it in but she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"okay baby, cum for me, love, be a good girl." you sped up with your hand, squeezing a little more until with a loud moan like a scream, sam finally came, dirtying his abdomen, your hand and a little of your face.

after catching her breath a little, she looked embarrassed, still with her face red, she whispered. "i'm sorry"

"sorry for what, love? you were great," you said, smiling at your girlfriend, lightly running your hand over her thigh.

"i was so needy that i couldn't hold back and i got you all dirty..." she hid her face with her hands.

"heyy, don't worry, okay? i like doing this for you, and it's okay, I'm glad you relaxed at least a little, i can see it on your face. how about we take a bath together and go to sleep afterwards, hm?"

"that's fine by me, love," she sat down and pulled you next to her and gave you a kiss. "i love you so much."

"i love you too, pretty girl."

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon and The Exorcist 4

So, I'm going to write two versions of a Lewin x reader fic, one a bit more sensual but SFW, and the other more comical. They should be out by Monday. - If you have any Blue Exorcist requests, feel free to send them my way. Male character x fem reader.

“He’s becoming attached to you. You need to nip it in the bud now.” Seti warns, jumping onto your bed. You turn your back to him, annoyed. “I’m exhausted; I know you are too. Let’s just sleep. It can wait until tomorrow.” You complain, moving to the side of the bed to leave the fox a bit of space. It’s too early to fall asleep, but you're exhausted after being woken so early. You don’t want to wait another few hours.

“Every minute you take brushing it off, he’ll grow more attached. Call Mephisto.”

“You’re exaggerating; I’ll call him tomorrow.”

“_____.” Seti warns, but you’re too exhausted. “Come on, Seti, let’s just go to sleep. I promise it’ll be fine until tomorrow.”

You’re jolted awake the next day by a knock at the door. Checking the time, you see it’s just before seven. With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed. Though you’ve managed to get twelve hours of sleep, you still feel utterly exhausted. As you enter the living room to answer the door, something interesting catches your eye on the sofa. You take a couple of steps back. “Hey, hot Seti is back," you remark. Seti snarls at you in response. “Shut up, idiot.” Your fox familiar is perched on the sofa, appearing as a man with tanned skin and shaggy blond hair that matches the large fox ears atop his head. You know there’s a fluffy fox tail behind him as well. He’s dressed in an old t-shirt and your oversized basketball shorts. “Are those my clothes?”

“Would you rather I walk around naked?”

“Why are you even like this?” You motion to his form.

“You’re about to see—it’s your boyfriend at the door.” Just then, there’s another knock as Seti speaks. You nod and open the door. “Amaimon, could you please wait until at least nine before coming over?” You stifle a yawn.

Amaimon doesn’t even respond to you; his attention is instantly on the fox sitting on your sofa. A terrifying snarl appears on his face at the sight of Seti. “Amaimon?” You question nervously.

Seti rolls his eyes at the king’s reaction. “I told you, idiot.” Your gaze shifts from Amaimon to Seti; Seti remains relaxed on the sofa despite the angry Earth King. “Kill me, and you’ll never have a chance with her,” he comments casually, scrolling through various movie options on the TV. “He’s too attached _____.”

“Uh, Amaimon, please calm down. Seti is like my brother.”

“I feel more like a parent since I always have to look after you. You behave like an annoying teenager who won’t listen.” You frown at the fox. “I’m not a teenager.”

“Then stop acting like one. Amaimon, _____ is weak; she isn’t worth the trouble. Just leave and find someone who is worth your time.” He glanced back at Amaimon over his shoulder. “I promise you, she’s not worth it.”

As you begin to speak, a piercing glare from Seti silences you. I can’t believe he said that. While he isn’t wrong—compared to Amaimon, you’re extremely weak. You can’t even dream of being on his level, as that would be pointless. But did he really have to express it that way?

Amaimon pauses, his anger fading as he turns to meet you with a strangely blank stare. “You’re weak?” you frown and nod. “Compared to you? Absolutely.”

He tilts his head, appearing to contemplate the situation, and you brace yourself for his departure, thinking that a demon king like him wouldn’t be interested in someone so much weaker. You suppress the sting of disappointment—not because you’re necessarily falling for him, but because the notion that someone might discard you for lacking power is genuinely painful.

Seti turns on the sofa, propping his head on his hand against the backrest, prepared to watch the demon king depart.

Both of you wait calmly, though you feel a slight worry that he might decide to kill you just for being weak.

He speaks in an emotionless tone. “You’re weak, so you need someone to protect you.”

“...Huh?"

Seti narrows his eyes. "That’s what I’m here for, King of Earth.”

Amaimon blinks, his face remaining expressionless. "But I’m her boyfriend, so it should be my responsibility to protect her, right?”

Your head snaps to Seti, but he appears just as shocked as you. He recovers more quickly than you do.  He glares at you. “This is what happens when you ignore me, idiot.” He then snaps something in his long-forgotten native language. Although you can't understand his words, you are sure he's saying something regarding how stupid you are. Possibly worse going off his expression.

Seti stands up and quickly makes his way toward the front door. “Uh, Seti, where are you going?”

“He hasn’t even been here five minutes, and I’ve already got a headache.” He then addresses Amaimon. “You want to be the weak human’s boyfriend? Be my guest.” Then the asshole walks out the open door.

In disbelief, you shift your gaze from the door Seti exited to Amaimon, then back again. That asshole. How could he insult you like that and then abandon you alone with the demon king?

“______, kiss me.”

“At least take me on a date first, damn.”

“…okay. Where?”

“…I don’t know.”

“So, you can kiss me until you think of something?”

“You know what? Sure. Let me go brush my teeth and change my clothes.”

You quickly step into the bathroom to brush your teeth and make yourself look a bit more put together. You wash your face, brush your hair, and take care of a couple of other tasks to feel more presentable. Finishing up in the bathroom, you head to your bedroom to get something comfortable.

Amaimon waits patiently for you in the living room. As you enter, he steps closer, but you raise your hand to push him back gently. “I’ve thought of something," you say. Amaimon frowns. "I want a kiss," Sensing that the demon king might become a bit of an asshole if he doesn’t get his way, you quickly press your lips against his cheek. “There you go,” you say, and as you pull away, your eyes widen. Gently, you lift your hand to brush against his left cheek. “Even a kiss on the cheek, huh?” A faint blush spreads across his face once again.  “I’m surprised by how sensitive your vessel is. How old is it?” Amaimon glances to the side like he’s trying to remember. “Nineteen or twenty, I think.” Your eyes widen at this new information, but then it makes sense. His body is essentially an eighteen-year-old virgin. “That’s why you’re so sensitive; you’ve never been touched in this vessel.” You share with him since he seems confused by the reaction.

“Does that mean you’ve never been touched?”

“Huh?”

A clawed finger pokes your cheek. “You are blushing, too.”

Seti was right when he said he’s more like a parent than a brother to you. When you first came to True Cross, you were initially excited about the freedom it offered. However, you quickly realized there was no freedom to be had; Seti was much stricter than your parents. You rarely had time to spend with friends, let alone a boyfriend. It wasn’t until the last couple of years that he eased up enough for you to have a social life. Unfortunately, thanks to him, you became too socially awkward to start being social. So yes, you’re in the same boat as Amaimon’s vessel.

“No, I’m not.” You deny; if you can’t see it, you can easily deny it.

“Really?”

You nod.

Amaimon steps forward and presses his lips against yours, reminiscent of last night. He kisses you with curiosity and intensity, his warm lips exploring yours. It's not a passionate kiss; instead, it feels like an investigation, as if he's trying to gauge your reactions through this simple act. As he pulls away, a rush of conflicting emotions washes over you. His touch lingers on your cheek for a moment before he steps back. 

"You're lying," Amaimon's tone is blunt. "Your body doesn't lie, _____." 

You try to keep your composure, crossing your arms defensively. "I'm not... affected by your kisses at all." 

Amaimon raises a brow. “We should test it."

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours once again. This time, the kiss lingers, a gentle pressure that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. His touch is light as a feather against your skin, prompting you to close your eyes, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation. When he pulls back slightly, his gaze remains locked on you, searching for any sign of your reaction.

"You're enjoying this," Amaimon bluntly states. 

You groan, pushing him away. “It would be weird if I didn’t enjoy kisses from my boyfriend.” 

Amaimon nods. “Yes. That’s true.” 

As he steps forward to draw you into another kiss, you extend your hand, halting him. “I thought I told you to at least take me on a date.”

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“Did you tell that damned earth king he can have ______?” Seti snarls, stepping into Mephisto’s office. 

The King of Time lifts his head, slightly surprised to see the humid fox. “Of course not. I simply instructed him to leave her alone after she finishes introducing him to the customs of Assiah during this time period, primarily in Japan. Much has changed since his last visit.” 

“So, tell me why he’s claimed her as his.”  

“He what?”  

“Amaimon bluntly stated, ‘_____ is my girlfriend,’ and added, ‘Big Brother said I can have you.’”  

“Well, as long as Miss ____ turned him down, it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“She didn’t.”  

Mephisto’s eyes widened. “Oh dear, and why wouldn’t Miss ____ turn him down? It’s odd she accepted; you didn’t warn her otherwise?” 

“Someone told her Amaimon has a short attention span and that he’ll move on within a few days.” 

Mephisto lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I didn’t instruct Miss _____ to agree to any requests he might make beyond learning about Assiah. My only request was for her to introduce him to the modern world. Knowing Amaimon, he will most likely get bored and move on within a month.” 

“You can’t be certain of that.” 

"Indeed, regrettably, Miss _____ has restricted herself to only two potential outcomes concerning her relationship with Amaimon. While we hope for the best, should he develop an obsession with her, we can only wish that she reciprocates his feelings. If not, this could lead to a toxic yandere dynamic."

Seti’s face twisted in disgust. "Must you use such ridiculous terms when discussing something so important?” 

Mephisto smirks. "Alright, let’s hope Amaimon doesn’t become a clingy, delusional, and manipulative sadist.”

[slytherinslut0]

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[charbeess]

we need more AO3 fics of ninjago season 9. we need more nya and lloyd trauma together standing alone together in a makeshift apocalypse world thinking they just lost their entire family and have to balance grief with strength.

is this the day my fanfic writing days return to me and i write this myself….

[shinidamachu]

Can you guys rec me some Inukag fanfics where Kagome is or recently was in a relationship with someone else?

[local-limebug]

i hate MANY things about how angsty the s'chn t'gai family's canon is but i think my main issue with it is that it really makes a "jim meets spock's siblings" scenario impossible because of the timelines

(p.s. if you know any fics of jim meeting spock's siblings, send them my way pls)

[stevethehairington]

okay but i need ALL of the fics that take place during crozier getting sober. like i feel like there is SO much potential here bc it is THEE biggest turning point for him! esp with regards to fitzjames and their relationship. like fitzjames seeing crozier's choice to sober up as this huge defining moment, one that ultimately and unequivocally earns his respect (back, really, because he DID have respect for crozier at first, before he met him. and now he sees that that respect wasnt misgiven, not really). and like the way this choice is what causes the first crack in james' mask around crozier! ugh it's just DELICIOUS.

[inkwingsinc]

Me reading and commenting on chapter 9 and 10 😩😩😩😩 WHERE IS HE

OK BUT

I love this XD Please know I've read your INCREDIBLE travel diaries but I haven't responded yet because I want to give you the most unhinged response possible <3 Walden is there! Unfortunately for him!

p.s. I love you you're gonna wear green to our wedding just saying

[kurtsascot]

wanna write a fic about kurt and his relationship with cars/being a Car Guy bc i feel like thats not explored enough but the fact that i would have to, i dont know, research cars for that?????? disgusting.

[arsenicflame]

not necessarily a Trope but how do you feel about izzy (or any of the others) being trans in the canon era (because of the historical accuracy of it and all that)? genuinely curious, no wrong answer <3

ha well oh boy, maybe not a specific trope, but oh boy was i thinking about this earlier!

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

i love love LOVE trans izzy. he is everything to meeeee. but yes! the historical portrayal is important to me too in all of this, im particularly fond of fics where Izzy being trans is acknowledged as part of the plot, not just a thing he is.

i think being trans works for izzy because of his social position (being a pirate & criminal, its easy to shake off a past identity) & we historically know people could disguise their sex on ships! fics sometimes lose me with HRT & top surgery- im personally probably a no top surgery trans izzy truther- i dont see him as willing to risk the downtime for the recovery of an 'unnecessary' surgery in their line of work (also it gives me some time to nerd out over stays as binders which is so interesting to me). the hormones too, i suppose my ideal set up is izzy who already has hormone imbalances, making 'natural' solutions more believable. (my biggest trans izzy turn off is modern hormone methods just, thrown into history. have some fun with it!!!!) socially, i love the potential of trans izzy as a bonding moment with the crew, jim in particular, but any revealing of a secret involves a layer of trust that inherently aligns him with the crew. (on that note, forced outings can be a very touchy subject, but i think they can be done well with izzy- old crews where his secret was known, bringing it up to the revenge expecting them to join in mocking him (after all, they already were) but the crew suddenly turns on them & rally around him, finally breaking conflict between them) just in general, i love the layers it can add to his character, a forced portrayal of masculinity as armour to keep his secret safe- he cant possibly be seen doing anything remotely feminine because it would be a betrayal of who he is.

on the other characters- i generally only have major thoughts on trans ed & stede in canon era (& jim, but obviously thats not HC) with ed, i think he ticks a lot of the same boxes as izzy for me, but i personally much prefer transfem ed! i think theres wonderful potential with her, with the opposite of izzy in the masculinity- Having spent so long portraying perfect masculinity as a front to hide the fact that maybe, maybe, she doesnt actually really want to be a man.

with stede, i do like trans stede buuuut i very rarely see it done in a way i actually like fhfjfbfdfs for trans stede to hit for me personally i need him to have basically just started transitioning as he joins the revenge. i need mary to be a man and have no idea stede felt this way (i think he'd be accepting a la the ed thing, but those two do NOT communicate well enough for stede to have mentioned it before) i think stede would have no idea about most things to do with this, especially not that there were other people out there like him (he def wouldnt know he gravitated to a queer crew) theres a lot of fun there in combination with trans izzy or ed, having him learn from both experienced pirates & experienced trans people. but yeah i dont think in the fics i read ive actually seen a trans stede fic that considers how to play the precanon era in a way that works for me and it just. takes me out of the moment

Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it

[daz4i]

i need fyolai to eat each other i need them to be insane and unhealthy and obsessed and covered in each other's blood. only then we can start healing

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hi it is I the suder/tuvok anon. thank you for this delicious meal I need to reread it to really digest it but God what a feast. All I can say right now is you always get the atmosphere perfect it's amazing

THANK YOUUU~!!! You know I love a good consumption metaphor. Meal In Question: X Writing Suder/Tuvok is very fun for me because it automatically demands a thick atmosphere...they are on something strange and alien and I appreciate the challenge of trying to show and describe it. Alien romance, alien sex, alien intimacy...plus they aren't lovers. In my mind Suder is devoted to Tuvok (savior, angel) and Tuvok is [???] about him. They aren't like...romantic, but they are...entangled. Which is again fun to write, especially since neither of them are emotional individuals.

[b1mbodoll]

update : requests and thirsts r closed pls do not submit any from now on until i open them again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if i get more robotic ass requests with no decency im turning asks off :] sorry i really dont want to esp bc i love interacting with my followers and anons but its just so tiring bc no one even makes an effort to read my rules :( and they just continue sending requests and stuff and its somewhat frustrating bc a lot of them r just very dry and its like… if ur not making an effort to treat writers with respect why should they put forth effort to write what you want when you want!!!!! grrrr