#out of cybernetics: ooc

[cyberpawn]

HAVE NO FEAR @prvtocol, SPIDER-HEART IS HERE!

featuring....

TINY VAAS @badtrigger AND TINY RAPTOR @worldsouls

[cyberpawn-arc]

❤️/🐲/💙 ❤️/🐲/💙 ❤️/🐲/💙

[shakes treat bag] Vale Entropy stimboard! Here's a Vale Entropy stimboard for all those interested!

[worldsouls]

Fun Fact! Raptor's Pack has their hideout in an abandoned furniture store/warehouse, and Raptor's bed absolutely has these kinds of vibes going on

King size bed, plenty of room for her Pack members to come in and cuddle if they want, lots of space, makes her feel like she's got a big nest there, shelves to keep her favorite books near her bed

[cyberpawn]

SHOUT OUT TO ONE OF MY FAVE POSTS I'VE DONE

and because the link doesn't work anymore, this is what I mean with the arm gradient designs!!

Okay random drop of titan/kaiju vale thoughts, and yes this is just What If Vale Was A Kaiju, just a full on big ol' beast!!

The primary influence in their design in the prehensile tailed skink, my favorite species of lizard!! A full body pic can be seen here of these lads!!

As a kaiju, Vale is Relatively Small Sort of!! They're shorter than Kong and definitely not as long as Goji. They're around 275ft/83.82m long, with about 137.5ft/41.91m of that being their tail! Just like the skink, their tail is about half of their body length!! But the thing is! Vale is primarily quadrupedal, so they're normally just walking on their hands/feet and standing at about 90ft/27.43m on all fours!

I said they're primarily on all fours, but they CAN get onto their hind legs. When they're in bipedal mode, they have a stance much like Toothless here!! That polite/awkward 'hi im not supposed to be on two legs what do what am doing' stance

Vale's hands and feet are great and grasping onto things thanks to their very thick, durable claws. They're an arboreal species and rely on those claws to sink into tree trunks and their prey (a departure from the skink's normally herbivore diet). Their tail is very muscular and useful when it comes to climbing things, other kaiju, and also a great weapon as they can use it either to strangle or restrain an enemy. Vale's claws have a bit of a rainbow shine, like bismuth, to them! They can't fully grasp things as they don't have opposable thumbs, but they can dream.

Vale's arms are muscular but stout, better for keeping their body close to whatever they're climbing. Long arms just mean Vale is further from whatever they're climbing and more of a risk of losing control and falling. On their arms, they have this gradient/design going on with their scales.

Once you get up to their shoulders, Vale has feathers that start at their shoulders and trail towards their spine and then down their tail. These feathers are short and coarse, much like guard hairs on a mammal's pelt. Underneath the rougher feathers are much softer, downy feathers that are useful when they're sleeping up in trees and they're vulnerable to frigid winds. The feathers going down their tail take on a sharper appearance the further down the tail you get, much like a bunch of porcupine quills that are GREAT as a weapon/defense.

Kaiju Vale is an omnivore, they will try to test bite things, even if it's a bad idea. Just to see if this thing is yummy or not.

Vale is a protector, they are social (just like the skinks!!). While they were not raised by a family group, they are very social and making their own lil found family groups!! They got their buddies!! As always, they are full of energy and very vocal too. They make a mix of reptilian hisses and rumbles, like a gator, and some more avian clicks/songs!

Their stomach is not as well protected as they're used to their body laying flush against tree trunks or the ground, so they're naturally protected by their environment.

Eyes are a bright, piercing green if you're in their woods at night. Vale is native to Skull Island because yeah maybe I think Vale and Kong could be friends.

[fstbmp-a]

If I see one more cool cybernetic mfer, I'm following through with taking Whisper's arm. I'll do it.

[ataleoftwodragons]

For Genji. Hands down.

[godstains]

it's the way that andres has very little combat skills but is constantly thrust out to fight otherworldly creatures that "disturb the [world's] balance" by the church. this is mainly because they dispatch exorcists for most of these jobs, but for the ones that cannot be resolved by those means, they send out andres and kind of. hope for the best, i guess.

[frutigerfischl]

How about Sevika x Reader with Sevika being protective? Thank you :D

⌗ TITLE┆SHE REALLY LOVES ME┆song: drink ★ ₊ ˚⟡

⌗ TAGS┆gn reader, protective sevika, hcs, slightly ooc, based on s1 because I haven't watched s2 yet so idk how she acts there ★ ₊ ˚⟡

⌗ NOTE┆hey, I love this idea but didn't know if you wanted a oneshot or hcs since you didn't specify but I decided to do hcs since I don't usually do then and wanted to practice! If you wanted a oneshot you can inbox me and I'll write one, also if you're wondering my format has slightly changed ★ ₊ ˚⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆ TRUST

Sevika is suspicious of you at first. She doesn’t trust easily—not in Zaun, not with the life she’s lived. “People look out for themselves,” she tells you, a note of warning in her voice. “Don’t expect me to save your ass if you can’t hold your own.”

Except she does save you—over and over. The first time, it’s instinct: her blade catching a would-be attacker’s throat mid-swing. The second time, it’s with a grimace and a sharp, “Don’t make a habit of this.” But by the fifth? She doesn’t even bother pretending it’s a chore. She just growls, “Stay behind me,” as she steps into the fray, all muscle and menace.

⊹₊⟡⋆ PROTECTION

Sevika’s protection isn’t loud or showy. She’s not the type to shout declarations or pick you up over her shoulder in some grand display. No, her protection is quieter, more calculated—shadows moving on the periphery, her watchful gaze tracking the room while she leans back in her chair, exhaling smoke. You think she’s distracted, but you notice the subtle shift of her cybernetic arm whenever someone steps too close. One wrong move from them, and she’ll put them on the ground before you can blink.

You’re not sure when it starts, but Sevika always seems to know where you are. Whether you’re in the Last Drop nursing a drink or wandering the back alleys of Zaun, you’ll feel the weight of her gaze. At first, it’s unnerving—her sharp eyes tracking your every movement like you’re a potential threat. But over time, the edge softens. You catch her watching you with something warmer, something quieter. She’ll look away when you notice, muttering something about needing to “keep tabs on trouble.”

Despite her gruff demeanor, Sevika always insists on walking you home. “Zaun isn’t kind to people who walk alone,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. If you protest, she’ll just cross her arms and arch a brow. “What? You think I’ve got better things to do?”

⊹₊⟡⋆ AFFECTION

Sevika isn’t the kind of person who says what she feels, but her actions speak louder than words. She’ll shove a bowl of stew into your hands after a long day, grumbling something about “keeping your strength up.” If you don’t eat it fast enough, she’ll gruffly ask, “What, it’s not good enough for you?” even though you can tell she’s genuinely worried.

Her jacket? It’s yours now. You didn’t ask for it—she just draped it over your shoulders one night when the Zaun air turned cold. “Don’t read into it,” she snapped when you thanked her, but the warmth in her tone betrayed her.

There are nights when the weight of Zaun, of Silco’s war, of everything she’s done to survive, catches up to her. She won’t talk about it, but you can see it in the way her shoulders sag, in the way she stares at her drink like it holds all the answers. You don’t push her to open up—you just sit beside her, your presence quiet and steady. After a while, she’ll sigh and lean into you, her head resting against your shoulder. She won’t say anything, but the way her fingers brush against yours says enough.

Once, after a particularly close call, Sevika cups your face in her hand—her real hand, rough and calloused. “Don’t do that again,” she says, her voice low and raw. “I can’t…” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but the way her thumb traces over your cheek makes your heart ache.

[cyberpawn]

[cyberpawn-arc]

HEY EVERYONE! TODAY'S THE DAY! THE DAY WHERE CYBERPAWN BECOMES ITS OWN BLOG!!

Yes, you heard me right! From now on, I'm going to be coming at y'all live from @cyberpawn, the new and main blog for Vale! This way you'll get asks directly from me and not just an old rp blog of mine! We're moving to a main and here's some quick answers to some questions you may have!

I am going to continue threads and asks over at my new blog!

I will be following from the new cyberpawn blog!

This blog is staying open, just as an archive to look through old musings, old threads, old asks, and all the fun memories here!

I will be revamping my multimuse as a sideblog to the new cyberpawn blog! This will come at a later time because holidays are approaching this week!

[worldsouls]

genuinely raptor/mavis

[whohasfourthumbsand]

+ HELLO OMNINET ?

+ HELLO! It's IPS-N's youngest biomedical engineer, prosthetist, and lancer-in-training; I convinced my Tutor to connect my personal PDA to the Omninet despite the potential security risks. So, so, for legal reasons, this account is for educational purposes only.

+ Arthur Caldwell, nicknamed GRAY, in attendance. I design and maintain IPS-N-approved cybernetics, armor, and alterations to existing frames; My own mech, G.R.A.E. is a VLAD that I've modified myself! We've only attended two missions together, but here's to the lucky third. + Reach out any time with questions on cybernetic, subaltern, or prosthetic care!

(OOC; My main blog is @tigersharko! I already posted Gray's design there, but I figured having a blog for him to match would be nice. The character uses he/they pronouns and is the 19 year old member of my ongoing campaign's supporting cast/ship-side crew.)

[moodymisty]

Hi absolutely love your primarch fics

Could i request a corvus corax x reader. The poor bird boy needs more love. Maybe something fluffy i do adore the fics where the primarchs are more human and they get a break.

Author's Note: Ok so I decided to kind of combine these two also, since they both seemed to work together. This isn't fully NSFW, but there is some lewd elements. I hope that is acceptable to you both.

This is also my first time writing Corvus, and I haven't delved into his lore like I have with some of the other legions. So I apologize in any deviations from his canon and any inconsistencies in this fic apart from the obvious 'primarchs in love' ooc-ness.

Summary: Diplomacy has always been dreadfully boring.

Relationships: Corvus Corax/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW but it's pretty vague, I dunno what to call this I guess fingering? But it's not? hand grinding/rubbing I guess It'll make sense I promise, Voyeurism kink, General 40k mentions so war death all the usual

Word Count: 1714

"You shouldn't have brought that thing here."

The rattly, nearly wheezing voice comes from somewhere out of your sight, and you don't pay any mind to it from how mumbled and furious it seems. You assume it's directed at another, and not yourself. No one has any possible reason to speak with such anger at you, after all; At least as far as you're aware. The fabric of your clothing is wrinkled at the front, and you brush it to flatten it. Perhaps you shouldn't have walked ahead.

"Are you deaf, girl?"

Suddenly you look up, and see someone standing to your side. The source of the voice earlier, you presume, judging by it's similar rasping tone.

Head to toe they are adorned in various cybernetic enhancements, even more so than what is visible to you, judging by the odd, inhuman bulging beneath his ornately decorated copper robes. The metal, hooked fingers of his left hand gesture to the raven perched comfortably atop your left shoulder.

"That, shouldn't be here."

The small metal tubings coming from his neck seem to muffle his speech in some way, and there is a distinct tremor to both his motions and his speech. You don't know if it's the sheer volume of his anger like an engine overheating about to explode, or simply something his extensive cybernetic work has yet to or is unable to fix.

The raven, still unnamed by you, snaps it's beak in the direction of the man's metal finger getting too close to itself and it's keeper, letting out a squawk when the man instantly retracts his hand back close to his peculiarly shaped torso. The raven only then returns to preening your hair, or at least attempting to.

"I think I can bring it where ever I want, thank you."

With no surprise he seems completely shocked by your adamant refusal to listen, no doubt not expecting it in the slightest. You don't know if he hasn't noticed the Aquilla and the symbol of the XIXth on your clothing, or if he just simply doesn't care.

"Unbelievable; You embarrass yourself acting such a way- And where did that, thing, even come f-"

"It was a gift."

The sharp corners of this fortress's halls effectively hid Corvus for a good while until he was quite close, the pitch black of his armor seemingly almost eating the light that shined onto it instead of reflecting it. His hair does the same, flowing down past his jaw and laying against the collar of his armor. He is followed by a retinue of seven, Nykona included among them. Despite all the other Astartes leaving their jetpacks behind because of such tight quarters, Nykona elected to still wear his. The advantage of his skill with it is too great for him not to have for any possible scenario.

Even if this world seems intent on coming peacefully, someone like Corvus is going to take no chance on the matter. You would be of no surprise to find out that there with Raven Guard scattered across this fortress, and along the rocky faces surrounding it.

The man looses color like a draining sink, what little blood left in his body leaving his face and worsening his pallid complexion. He instantly moves to bow, before rising, pointing towards you and instantly breaking any previous respect he might have gained.

"Lord Primarch?! What is your r-"

"That raven was my first courting gift to her."

As if his face couldn't get any paler, it somehow seems to upon the realization that he'd just insulted the new lover of the Primarch who holds this world's neck in a noose trap. The Shadow of the Emperor sits moored just in the planet's outer atmosphere, ready at any moment. Corvus need only give the word.

Had Corvus the desire, he could simply level this rock until it was nothing but ash beneath the treads of his boots. But he was perhaps a bit more human than some of his brothers, and given the planet had relatively vast infrastructure and plentiful resources, he had elected diplomacy. To make use of said infrastructure, rather than simply leveling it and starting over.

You hear a soft sound; The crackling of a vox channel being used between the Astartes helmets. It's a subtle sound you've gotten keen to. They're talking to each other on their private channel, but about what you have no idea.

The one left of Corvus, not Nykona, is who speaks up.

"What are our orders, My Lord?"

Corvus gestures down the hall at the end of which lies the grand meeting room you had been moving towards, before getting interrupted. The counciler that once had the intent to scold you now stands frozen, fearful of the Primarch's lack of interest in his existence.

"Two post at the door. The rest with me."

The Primarch begins walking forwards and nearly through the man, had he not stumbled out of the way.

Corvus need only take one look at him, to send the man scuttering back towards his peers. You follow beside Corvus, and one of the Astartes slows his gait ever so slightly to allow you to do so.

The four Astartes spread across the meeting room once you enter, all placing themselves near points of entry like windows. It's nowhere near as large as something you would see on Terra, but it's more than sizable to need a few Astartes to cover it's corners.

However, you had entered the room with five- you notice a group of candles almost blow out from an invisible wind, but you elect to look away from it.

A myriad of profuse apologies on behalf of and from their compatriot fill the air, mixed between bowing and spouting of enough titles to fill a stew pot; Only once it concludes do you finally sit. They must've heard the altercation from moments ago, and you struggle not to show amusement at the theatrics. But after that moment, only a feeling of boredom remains.

In the deep recesses of your mind, perhaps one sicker than you might wish it, you lament Corvus's choice of diplomacy.

It's longer, far more tedious, and has you spending all of your energy speaking with stuffy priests and diplomats that has your mind aching in either boredom or annoyance. Or at worst, anger. Like moments ago in the hall. With something such as war, the goal is at least on first impression, simple and obtainable. Diplomacy requires a firm hand, yet gentle, and results in having a legion of Astartes figuratively chomping at the bit.

Thankfully, Corvus has Imperium agents and his own diplomats to do most of the gentle talking. Corvus is far too blunt and tight lipped for these sorts of things, and you aren't on your best behavior after the incident in the hall. You swear that man might actually just collapse dead if Corvus spares him one more glance.

But the Primarch seems disinterested, though not much to your surprise. What is a surprise however, is when he seems to decide to find a way to occupy his mind elsewhere. On matters perhaps a bit more interesting to him.

His hand lays on your thigh. It's heavy; The ceramite of his armor adds a considerable heft. You look up at him curious and receive nothing back in return. He has always been impeccable at hiding his emotions behind an mask of complete indifference, and only sometimes does it fall off. You only catch his dark eyes for a moment before he looks elsewhere, the sunlight colored through the stained glass and shining on his pale skin.

His hand trails further up your thigh, though it doesn't much have to given the sheer size of his hand in comparison to your body. He might perhaps not be the largest of all the Primarchs, but that doesn't mean his body is any less gargantuan compared to your own.

The raven, which has been largely silent since sitting, shifts from your shoulder to his, content with it's higher perch. Your clothing bunches and wrinkles underneath his armored fingers, before the outside of his armored palm presses against your cunt. You feel a jolt of lighting go up your spine, and it's a struggle not shift your shoulders forward as he applies a non-stop pressure to your most sensitive areas.

You put a hand on his fingers and attempt to peel them away, but they stay firm. It's like trying to pry away the fingers of a marble statue. There is absolutely no chance in doing so and now you sit at the mercy of whatever he wishes to do to you. A question that will get no answer, as you glance upward again his watch his stoic face glance from person to person. As if completely unaware or uncaring of what he is doing.

He is intent to try your patience, it seems. You lean slightly forward as your nerves make you fear of anyone being able to see what's happening beneath the table; As you know there is at least one cloaked Raven Guard somewhere in the room. If he was behind you, he would be easily able to see. Especially as The Primarch's hand begins to move, unsatisfied with simply forcing his way into the front of your mind with just his still pressure. Each movement he makes makes your body feel hotter, like you're going to boil alive despite the cool air

"And mandatory requisitions..."

Negotiations seem to be doing well, from what murmurs you pick up. But you're too busy tensing your thighs as Corvus rubs the side of his hand against your clothed cunt to notice. His armor is unyielding, pressing against you firm and forcing your thighs apart slightly no matter how hard you fight it. You'd be hard pressed to have anything come to mind at this point. Slowly and with every muscle in your body tensed, you attempt to let out a deep, heavy sigh without casting any interest your way.

You cross your ankles, and put your chin in the nook of your index finger and thumb, placing fingers over your lips in an attempt to simply look bored. Your other hand grasps onto the first two fingers of his hand for dear life, desperately trying not to even make a single movement out of place let alone make a noticeable sound. You can feel the way your undergarments slide against your cunt, soaked and crying for it to stop, and for it to continue until you finally come.

"We can construct a new harbor..."

You've completely lost the path of what's happening around you, thighs quivering from how tight you have them pressed together around Corvus' hand. But his hand still moves between them up and down against your clothed cunt, unimpeded.

A harsh breath is all you let out of your nose as you feel your stomach tense as you come against him through the layers of fabric, feeling like you're being watched by a million eyes. But none are, except for him.

Through that flawless, neutral expression, he glances downward at you before he pulls his gauntlet from between your thighs and rests it back against the massive wooden tabletop. You could tell the look in his eyes. He lets you settle down from the high in silence, in a room that feels like a stage. You have no possible idea of how long you'll be stuck here, as your clit throbs in aftershocks.

You look away from his dark eyes before they trap you for good, and lament the wet, sticky feeling against your undergarments as you shift in your seat.

[imagines-by-cleo]

I’m not sure if you are taking requests at the moment, but if you are can you please write Raiden (MGRR) going down on his s/o for the first time? 🛐

Of course friend! Once again I am sorry if Raiden is ooc, I'm doing my best lol. Sorry it took so long for this to come out, I hope it's worth the wait!

CW: oral sex (fem receiving), semi public, more wireplay cause I had 3 good Raiden headcannons and that was 2 of them,

Every part of Raiden's body was a weapon, from the sharp claws to the titanium jaw you had your lips pressed against now. You were nervous enough to touch him in his regular body but now even just lightly resting your hands on his chest made your heart race like you were holding a loaded gun, anticipating something to trigger if your hands wandered to freely over the ridged metal plates. It didn't help that he had just gotten back from a mission, you could hear his machine heart whirring while pumping coolant through his overheated body, you could even still smell the metalic traces of blood and cybernetic viscera that hadn't been completely cleaned from his body.

Breaking the kiss he exhaled, letting out hot steam in the other direction and increasing the temperature of the confined space the two of you had stolen away in. He checked one more time that the closet door was locked then made sure his radio was off while you did the same.

"No one can hear us in here right?" You asked, keeping your voice down to a low whisper.

"That depends on how loud you're gonna be" He purred, his hands running us your sides threatening to make you gasp.

You answered with a quiet laugh, his carefree attitude putting you at ease though there was still the matter of his body. Again you felt tense at the foreign pieces of metal digging into your skin as he pressed against you, not only wondering about the safety but the possibility of what he was doing to you. Thoughts of danger and pleasure stirred in your mind when you felt his mouth touch your neck, you sighed at soft feeling of his lips while shuddering at the hard feeling of his metal lower jaw paired with the touch of his sharp claws sneaking under your shirt and threatening your skin with the light touch of sharp edges.

Finding the opportunity to blurt out while he explored you. "Are you sure you don't want to wait until you're back in your civilian body?"

"Why? You don't want to?" He asked, teasing with fake puppy dog eyes knowing that wasn't the truth.

"I do but... I don't know how you can make it work, you don't even have the right equipment right now." You answered, honestly.

"Don't worry about that. Just let me touch you." He reassured, continuing his conquest of your body.

You tilted your neck up, allowing him to return tasting you once again. He lifted your shirt exposing your skin to the air and making your nipples harden as he made a decending path with his lips between your breasts. His breath was hot and his metal parts were foreign, you wondered if he could feel how your heart was pounding while he kissed your heaving chest. As he moved even lower you could feel one of his hands gripping your thighs, lifting gently while you were firmly pressed against the wall until he was the only thing supporting your entire weight.

When he set your legs on his broad shoulders you knew exactly what he wanted to do, you carelessly moaned out loud when his lips touched your waistband while he lifted your skirt above your hips. The only thing between you and him being a thin layer of fabric that in spite of your doubts about the situation was growing a small yet noticeable wet spot, his proximity to your most intimate parts made a blush rise to your cheeks and the position of your legs on his shoulders made it impossible for you to follow your urge to turn away.

With one swipe of the titanium nails the fabric was torn and there was nothing at all to stop him, your legs shook as his hot breath warmed your already burning skin. Afraid of making any noise you put a hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds you would have made when his lips gently touched your folds into a shaking exhale through your nose.

That first long lick running from top to bottom of your slit had you gripping your mouth tighter, trying and failing to catch the whine that shot out.

"You taste sweeter than I thought you would." He commented, only pausing for a moment to pant out before hungrily diving back in. "So much sweeter."

As warm as his body was, the touch of his metal jaw still felt cold and took some getting used to. You had never imagined he could eat you out like this but the moving of his tongue and the feeling of his steel hands on your thighs was starting to feel more and more natural as time went on.

Raiden growled low as his tongue plunged even deeper, sending vibrations straight through your core. The bridge of his nose rubbed on your clit making you want to roll your hips forward just to get a little more friction on it.

The grunts and groans he made while devouring you were almost as loud as your own, you wondered how he hadn't drowned yet without stopping to breathe for even a second. It was possible he was enjoying this even more than you were, you wanted to look down and see but instead kept a hand over your mouth hoping to hide the embarrassing faces you might make in the heat of pleasure.

The second his thumb touched your clit you jumped, it moved slow at first while finding the right rhythm that wouldn't scratch you but before long he rubbed fast enough to have your legs jerking in every direction. You could feel it creeping up faster than you could handle, every rapid circle his thumb drew over your clit and every firm pump of his tongue forced you to the edge.

"Raiden slow down, I'm gonna..." you gasped out though you could hardly breathe.

Without responding or complying he kept going at his electric pace, making your body go stiff as you twitched around him. Your mind went blank, your vision blurred while you lost what little control of your body that you had left. Putting your hands on both sides of the closet walls, trying to ground yourself while washed over and took you completely.

Even after you came that wasn't enough to stop him, your exhausted body still spasmed while he drank up every drop that dribbled out of your overstimulated pussy. When you found that you could breathe again all that would come out of your mouth was shameless moans, as you tried to suck in the hot stuffy air in that confined space.

Running a hand through his already tossed blond hair as he cleaned the mess he made out of you, finding the boldness to look down you found his unfocused eyes glowing with just a hint of that feral red while he shamelessly slurped you up. He could be such a little monster sometimes, but he was all yours right now.

For a good long while you were convinced Raiden was never even going to stop for air, almost sparking up a second orgasm before you had to interrupt him.

"Raiden... Raiden, breathe." You called, almost laughing.

Eventually having to pull him back by his hair to get his attention, even then he continued to lick the traces of you of his lips while flashing his wicked smile.

"You're gonna drown." You teased.

"Don't worry, I could do this all day." He reassured, placing kissed on your thighs before setting your legs back on the floor.

He placed firm feverish kisses all the way back up your torso to your face, letting his hands roam wildly like touching you was going to charge his batteries somehow. Not even caring about the little scratches he'd leave when you roughly grabbed at your body, just perfectly content in letting him use you to sate his appetite.

He guided your hand to a small gap in the armor on his back where you felt around until you found a single exposed wire. When your fingertips met it and his hips twitched forward there was no more explanation needed, immediately you started to play with it while savoring the various reactions you would get from Raiden. His body would twist and writhe while his eyes crossed and his hips snapped forward in a distorted muscle memory.

It was scary in a way to have him acting so unpredictably, when you had no idea what happened if you played with the mystery wire too much. A horrifying thought crept into your head that it could make him malfunction and you would have to explain to everyone how you broke Raiden.

"Don't stop, don't stop." He begged over and over, gritting his teeth and whining through them.

His arms caged your body, claws digging into the wall behind you while his chest heaved. Again he firmly pressed his lips against yours, this time sharing the lingering taste of your own sticky sweetness. With a series of wet breathy open mouthed kisses you felt his panting even out and his overheated body begin to cool while he came down from his peak.

What should have been an intimate moment of basking in your collective afterglow was rudely interrupted by your phone ringing from down on the floor where you must have dropped it earlier. Naturally you hung up, thinking that would be the end of it until Raiden also got a buzz from his radio.

"Shit, how long have we been gone?" He asked.

Taking a look at your phone and seeing the long list of notifications from everyone at Maverick asking where you were, you groaned not even having the right to be annoyed at them.

"A little too long." You answered. "Everyone thinks we just went home."

"If they already think that, we could just..." Raiden suggested.

"No way." You replied.

"Why not? We're already in trouble." He pressed.

"Because we'd get caught on the way out." You answered.

"You're talking to someone who sneaks around for a living." That was a good point, one you couldn't exactly argue with.

"Okay fine." Rolling your eyes as you finally agreed. "But I bet you twenty bucks we get caught before we even get to the lobby."

"What do I get if we don't get caught?" He asked his voice taking a comically suggestive tone.

You teasingly answered while trying not to snicker. "Wouldn't you like to know, Mr lightning bolt."

[oranberryorion]

It's okay to look away. I get it, I come off as weird to people...

hhaaaii..!!!..!.! im new on rotumblr but all my friends in bba were using it and kept asking if i had it. now i do!!..!.!!! ^_^

you can send me asks or whatever and ill respond for sure..!!.!!!!.!!! not like i have much better things to do HEHEAG

up for sparring wwhenecer you wnana >:)

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─ⵌ penned by @adons-pokehub (he/him, minor)

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note: if i dont get around to an ask, never take it personally! i will always read any asks i get, but won't always respond

boundaries/notices

─the mod is a minor, and the character is 16! light suggestive asks are fine, but never anything nsfw

─to contact me for events/connections, dm me on tumblr itself and show me your ideas

─there are a handful of content warnings to this blog. to roughly list, emotional abuse/manipulation, drug mentions, scientific experimentation/human bioengineering, and mild suggestive jokes. these are subject to change. triggering topics are tagged with associated tags (tw 'topic')

extra notes

orion was born a single child, and grimsley often visited him and took him out to trips. he was passionate about making him a strong dark type specialists, like the rest of his family.

one day, they were approached by colress with a bet between an abundance of money or orion. grimsley took the gamble, but lost

colress took orion with him to alola while he studied with the aether foundation and ultra recon squad. it drove him to study more about pokemon, but was also interested in the workings of the human body.

colress stole research, blueprints, and parts of technology to craft a cybernetic body for orion as they returned to unova.

feel free to ask about how his body works and all! i have fun writing about it ^_^

take every canon prior to 10/25 with a grain of salt; hes been reset． its unsure what could be considered canon or not．

xurkitree: chesto

[ataleoftwodragons]

Well Genji suddenly got really loud and why??? for what??? I haven't the foggiest.

So, anyway, if you would like a Genji in your notifications or inbox:

Like this for a random starter and/or inbox stuff, I guess?