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storyofmychoices · 1 year ago
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Can this be the lighthouse and cute house that Flynn moves into as light house keeper? Because how gorgeous would this be! ���🩷❤️🧡💛
More about my post Veil of Secrets HCs here
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emberfriday · 2 years ago
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so I saw a video of rabbits stomping when they’re mad
Vos does the same thing fr
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prettyacademia00 · 6 months ago
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the lack of specific ages for certain star wars characters makes some odd yet hilarious connections, especially with the shipping in fandom
some people say riyo chuchi isn't much older than ahsoka, which is why some people ship them
however, riyo is also shipped with commander fox if using his doubled age as ref, so 20 to 26 years old throughout the war, so riyo is around that age then
but then sometimes commander fox is shipped with quinlan who is late 30s to 40 ish during tcw so where do the ages work with each of them (aside from the obvious relationships between adults)
the same thing can be said for those that ship kit fisto and aayla because kit literally was the master of bant eerin, who is just a few years younger than quinlan, who is aayla's master... like that should be her great uncle I'm sorry y'all😭
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birbykirb · 1 year ago
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Absolutely love your doodle of the Old Order peepaws- 💙 I’m very curious if you have any headcanons regarding Vos or Jack! ^^
AAA so glad you do thank you <3
honestly I don’t have a ton about Jack and them all; I just don’t think about them all that much
I do head-canon Jack as trans though, and he liked to lie about what his chest scars are from to look more legendary
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+ bonus vos doodle
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divinemackerel · 11 months ago
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Also on the topic of the Player getting sucked into a game. Thats my favorite headcanon, because its so like, weird but fun and makes sense for the hand thing. I like the idea though that it specifically happened during the ambush.
There’s something viscerally horrifying about just playing a game, but then feeling an actual fist punch you in the dark. The lights go out and the Player, “Gordon,” reaches to remove their headset to see if it broke, but just as their fingers brush the edge of the space where it should be, a punch hits them.
Fucked up. 10/10 horror. Local man trapped in a videogame streaming for 30 hours or something. Make that dilf (temporarily) lose his hand.
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stagehunt · 1 year ago
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i'm still kind of figuring out a cohesive timeline for aven in my head and the hardest part is that ??? while i place him somewhere around 26, i really couldn't see him being any younger and this does mean that he either endured what he did before killing his master for a long time, or he became involved with the ipc at a really young age.
leaning more so towards the latter, and i haven't really settled on a specific age for when all of that takes place, but he's been there for many years now either way. and while topaz' character stories mention her being one of the youngest people to be given a title and become one of the stonehearts, i'd say that aven probably has been the youngest so far. i think people tend to overlook that fact that he was thrown straight into the deep end, with jade giving him the aventurine stone more or less straight away. that he ??? actually would have been so clueless about so many things for such a long time without any solid support, coming from a planet where the aeons weren't even recognised, where survival had to take priority over basic education, he encountered so many things that he simply had to piece together and teach himself, things that are kind of assumed common knowledge by everybody around him.
he powered through so much just by winging it and taking the time to look shit up for himself. and aven is so smart. he's a quick learner who catches on to trickier concepts very quickly, he's just been deprived of the opportunities to actually come to terms with some of the necessary basics in the first place and he has to do it by himself. it's just a side of him that nobody ever really got to see.
and while he does sometimes play into the role of the nonsensical dumb blond where it actually serves a purpose (i.e. in portraying himself as someone incompetent who underestimated sunday in 2.1), to make the assumption that he's an idiot? to treat him like one? intentionally undermining his intelligence is the worst way you could insult him.
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foretales · 2 years ago
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i know grogu was said , or it was implied by ahsoka from his own memories / feelings , that grogu was born at the jedi temple in coruscant , so that's fine. however , his parents are not yaddle or yoda , but another member of the order from the same species. probably by two members who were never padawans , or at least one of them a member of the agricorps.
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talesfromcordonia · 4 months ago
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Choices Background - Mansion Foyer
As seen in the books - ACT, AME, BB, HC, HSS:CA, RWB, TH:M, TRR, VOS
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storyofmychoices · 1 year ago
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Veil of Secrets: The Next Chapter
I wish my brain would cooperate so I could write this as a fic, but my writer's block is still being persistent so I'll just share what comes next as bullet points for now!
@choicesbookclub
Callista Rossi
stays in Birchport with Flynn
writes the story of what happened in Birchport
continues as a journalist, writing for the local paper
keeps connections at her old paper in New York and submits high interest pieces to them still
opens a detective / private investigation agency in Birchport (she gets tips from her cousin Lilah Rose and her boss, Mafalda Ginovesi)
kept Agent Kim's contact information, but has yet to take the Bureau up on their offer
Flynn O'Malley
does NOT join the force
takes over as lighthouse keeper after Nikolai leaves
takes over managing the port and helps revitalize the area
helps those working the docks to get the wages and credit they deserve (working with Grant to support the people and causes of the docks)
Birchport Light Investigations
Calli's detective agency
She teased about naming it Mystery Incorporated or the Scooby Doo gang, but Grant reminded her that she might run into some copyright issues. She shrugs and tells him at least she knows a good lawyer!
Flynn helps on cases when he can, especially at night when Calli is running through ideas and theories. He listens and offers his thoughts. He loves seeing how invested she is in the community and that she doesn't see any cause as "too little".
Kate wants to be a detective, but she hasn't quite mastered the art of subtlety yet plus with the baby Calli feels it's not the right time. However, Kate insisted she make the agency's official cupcake flavor: lemon (for light) - blueberry (for the sea) cupcake with vanilla frosting with gold dust and a white chocolate lighthouse
Naomi helps quite a bit when she is off duty and sometimes when she is on duty (🤫 ). She and Calli grow very close through the cases.
Grant doesn't have a lot of time to help, but he offers legal services to Calli for anything she needs to help
Kate O'Malley
opens her bakery
asks Flynn and Calli to be Rachel's godparents
is insanely excited to have Calli as a sister (in law) but teases Calli about that time they made out in college and says they can't do that anymore
turns Sterling Manor into the Birchport Community Retreat, which includes a community garden, a library/reading room, a museum of Birchport wing with the full history of the town on display, a art wing with all the Sterling's pieces on display for the public.
When Miss Harlenay comes back, Kate offers a part of the manor as a bed and breakfast for anyone holding events on the property.
The government seizes a lot of the Sterling's finances, but with what's left over she keeps a modest amount for her daughter and donates the rest to the workers at the docks who's back the town was built on.
Naomi Silverhawk
becomes Chief of Police and cleans up the department
she creates community outreach programs
works closely with Calli at her investigation agency
works closely with DCFS (department children and family services) to make sure the welfare of all children is being monitored and addressed
Grant Emerson
makes Birchport a fair, safe, and enjoyable place to live
helps ensure the true history of Birchport is told + works with Kate to organize the museum piece of the Community Retreat
takes on any cases related to the fall out of the Sterlings and made sure anyone who was mistreated or held back by the Sterlings, got what they deserved
wins the State Senator seat
Flynn teases him that the White House is next but Grant isn't quite ready for that
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emberfriday · 2 years ago
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he steals all of Kaon’s things 'cause he thinks Kaon doesn’t notice (he always notices)
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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year ago
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JJK Men with a GF with a Fat Ass (NSFW-ISH)
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…I’m taking a small break from drawing and I missed doing HCs. Shaddap.
Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso
Black ! Fem Reader in Mind
CW: Twt Links!, mentions of sex, men are a bit OOC
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Gojo
Gojo definitely does this to you anytime you lay on his lap. And if he finds out you’re not wearing any panties under it…welp..all plans are now cancelled
He’s a pervert and it’s your fault.
He’s never really seen women of your stature often so when you both were younger he was so BLUNT with his thoughts about your body.
“You have a very voluptuous—“
“Imma stop you right there….VO-WHO?”
“You don’t know what the word vo—-“
“No, I know. I’m confused as to why you are using that word when talking about my ass.”
Gojo is 6’6-7” , he’s a big nigga, but can he handle a big behind?
No.
No he cannot.
He constantly uses his blindfolded eyes to shamelessly watch the way your walk across the room in public. His poker face is actually impressive, but if you couldn’t see how tight his fist were in his pockets it’d prove otherwise.
He’s so got damn childish he does this shit sometimes because he thinks your ass is perfect for playing on
“CAN YOU STOP.”
“Whhhyyyyuuuhhhhhh.”
When you wear moomoo’s or a big shirt it is his favorite
Yup.
Moomoo.
Your ass is free to move and shake to its desire and he just watches in awe. He loves you bad.
Another thing he loves doing is napping on your butt, he doesn’t sleep often, unfortunately, but he can attest that the best nap he has ever taken was in between your plush thighs and ass.
He blames his pretty little girlfriend as to why he is now an ass man when he initially was a boob guy.
Geto
He takes these kinda pictures with you which sometimes leads to him pulling down your underpants and massaging it with his bare hands to then licking or kissing it to then…eating…you…out…while you’re standing.
He loves watching you put on clothes.
Having to shake, jump, and wiggle yourself into some pants is actually so sexy to him.
If your butt is anything like mine and is HEAVY. He LOVES it even more , watching the way the movement in your butt and thighs to match is something Geto finds so so mesmerizing.
One thing about Geto he’s very sneaky, he’ll come up behind you to help pull up your bottoms you clearly need no help putting on, and everytime he does you can feel a slight pressure on your ass that is a verrrryyy familiar feel to a bulge.
He can’t help it, your ass is so pretty.
Sitting on his lap is a must, whether he is talking with someone in public or doing some work he needs to feel your weight on him.
The first time you sat on his lap you swore you heard a groan. When you turned to ask him if he was okay, his cheeks were very pink.
He denies it to this day, but even if he did it’s your fault because why does your ass feel so good against his pelvis?
Showers with Geto are so insufferable in the best way because once you finish cleaning yourself your long haired boyfriend can’t wait to practically grind and hump against you into the cool shower wall.
He definitely loves hugging you from behind, swaying you back and forth. To others it’s a cute gesture seeing such a big man hold you so close, practically dwarfing you , only you and him know the real intention behind it was just him whispering how good you look in that dress and how badly he wants you.
Geto is such a sensual person next to nanami. Even after sex and you’re laying with him in a bliss he finds his way to continue his love by kissing and licking you down and praises of how beautiful and sexy you are even after such activities. He calls it “Cleaning you up”…little perv.
“‘Was wrong?… Embarrassed?”
“YES.”
“Good, now c’mere.”
Toji
Ass eater.🫵🏾
That’s an ass eater he eat ass🫵🏾.
Toji “Ass Eater” Fushiguro
You thought gojo was shameless? Toji is WORSE
As an ass connoisseur he prides himself on always reminding you how fine you are to him.
“You like my dress?”
“Hell yes, mama. Turn around for me.”
SWAT to the ass just to see it recoil
He definitely slaps and GRABS. It’s kinda hot though because he’ll do it anytime anywhere
For example you went with him to some horse racing game for him to make bets and got hungry so you headed to grab a few drinks and snacks. Before walking past him, his legs were spread, tooth pick in his mouth and just like clock work you feel a firm hit to your Jean covered behind.
“OOWWUH!”
“Sssh, Baby im watchin the game….what? Your ass was all in my face what else could I do?”
Whether you are a chunky girl or a skinny girl with a larger butt he don’t care he quite actually is your biggest fan.
Toji is your new seat btw.
Not just his pretty face but his lap too.
He’s a big strong man so don’t EVER think or assume you’re too heavy for him. It ACTUALLY wounds his ego more than you think.
Of course Toji being the ass eater he is almost every other night is spent just like this or sitting on his face. He never seen himself as a pleasure dom kinda guy. With his one night stands he only had sex for himself, but with you of course being the first woman he finally got to love after MamaGuro he takes his time with you. It’s a slutty sight but he knows it’s exactly what can get you off before him
Nanami
This man here.
A KING.
Freaky king but a king none the less.
He loves every part of you.
Which is what he does say and prove everytime you both are together but he does have a small little quirk about him that you aren’t sure whether or not to point it out in fear he may stop out of embarrassment or awareness.
Most men guide their woman by putting their hand on their lower back
Nanami however does this
ESPECIALLY on date night.
Just like Geto he loves to watch you dress, but also dresses you himself
“Wear this, yes? It compliments your skin beautifully.”
“You sure it’s not, because it’s a bit tighter below the waist?”
And now hes blushing.
He’ll admit. Whenever you come and visit him during lunch to feed him a home cooked meal he hates to see you go but LOVES to watch you leave.
Especially with that sundress you wear during the spring.
Nanami definitely is another man that will practically BEG for you to sit on his face.
“It’s okay, baby, honest. Use my face.”
“Kentoooo—!??”
One of his favorite ways to eat you out is like this. It was actually so embarrassing for you at first only because of his SLUTTY MOANS. Which was something you wouldn’t expect from a man like him, but you wasn’t complaining!He whined and whimpered so shamelessly inside you, you couldn’t even make eyes contact after cumming on his tongue.
Choso
Lord bless him.
He is very….confused to say the least.
He never understood the attraction of women’s parts.
Of course he found YOU attractive, but that was all over until he seen your shape.
“Oh.”
“…oh?”
“You—“
You usually wore baggy clothing like him. You decided to change really quickly at his new apartment and he was watching you.
Who knew you had a BODY LIKE THAT under all of those clothes!
“You’re sex—cute…”
Choso isn’t necessarily a shy man, but more hesitant when it comes to touching and complimenting you…
You’ve told him time and time again he is free to touch you when he wants but you sometimes have to guide him.
Usually when he wants to grab your ass he walks DANGEROUSLY close behind you.
So a few times you take his hand and place it on your cheek. For a moment he just rubs his hand across the soft skin and then SQUEEZE.
Choso loves to kneed and rub on your ass while he licks you so usually it’s 69 or you laid to your side.
Another things he actually loves seeing you in are sweats with a small top. Your lower body being heavier than the top is so attractive and you look so squeezable he can’t help but to hug you from behind
Please. Please PUH LEASE wear thigh high socks around him the ones that go RIGHT UNDER the cup of your ass and shake it JUST A LIL in front of him.
Moans at the sight everytime
No like literally MOANS by just looking at your ass jiggle.
He doesn’t think he’s a pervert but from how he grinds and hump against your ass while you sleep says otherwise.
If yall are wondering why I didn’t really speak on backshots it js because ALL OF THEM GO FERAL DOING IT.
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☆ A Clueless Child & An Even More Clueless DJD 04
scenario: a group of psychopaths unwittingly become parents to an abandoned newly built found under mysterious circumstance
note: i will make specific chapters surrounding one member at a time because i think more underrated characters like Helex, Vos & Tesarus needs more to flush out their characters. there's very little content on Helex & Tesarus specifically so i'm gonna have to make shit up with hcs
prev: part 3 next: ----
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MEETING HELEX
summary: you get lost but then fall run into the smelter himself
You’re not sure where you are but you ran as soon as you saw the mech with a purple mask approach you. Tall and intimidating, he's bigger than most of the statues back… at that place. You were certain he was a threat from just how fearsome he looked; while you may have not known anything about this strange new world you are put into, your instincts never falter. In fact, surviving out alone only seemed to have made them more prominent. The long corridors you run through feel endless, cold and clean in a near pristine way that you've never really seen before. The floor is sparkling clean, the walls are kind of bland, regular metallic grey The ventilation system and air condition making the place so much colder than you're used to...
Now that you think about it, your frame looks pretty clean too. In a way it's never been. You can almost see your reflection with how shiny the plating on your arms and stabilizers are. You're afraid you might go blind from it.
But you have bigger things to worry about than your reflection. You've run around this place and every hallway seems nearly identical to every other, a giant maze you're trapped in with no way out in sight. You're lost, it hits you. And you're unsure on what to do, the feeling is almost overwhelming as it settles in. The doors to the room won't open, the funny keypads keep glowing red each time you try to open it by banging some random combination. It's frightening. The sounds, the lights, the mechs… Where were you? You try not to jump at every noise but your keen audio receptors catch up on something. But the heavy, thumping noise you've come to recognise as pede steps spurs fear within your tiny spark.
You look around, tense and poised. Survival protocols kicking in overdrive. There's some sort of funny hole within a wall, big enough for you to fit. A ventilation shaft, not like you really know what it is called but you attempt to climb up the wall. Pit. The walls are too smooth. Your talons scratch up the pristine metallic walls of the hallway. However, you persist and manage, barely. Crawling up the duct and peeking down below from it, if you were to fall from this height, you'll surely break something. Not like you really thought about that right now as you observe the mech walking into the hallway.
It's the one with four servos! You try not to gasp and succeed at it as you keenly watch the mech, now with a closer view and he looks all the more intimidating. Crimson optics like yours but with these lines going down them, it didn't look very friendly. You stay as quiet as you can.
Meanwhile, Helex is done with this slag. The search so far has been fruitless and he's tempted to sit down and fuel on some energon treats. The desolate halls of The Peaceful Tyranny are loud with silence, everyone has spread out in search of this little miscreant so it's not like Helex would get caught. Though if Tarn did catch him, it wouldn't look too pretty. But could anyone blame him? He gets bored searching for who knows how long now (it's not been that long). Helex stands around, debating on whether or not he should search anymore.
Honest to Megatron, Helex usually takes what his leader says with utmost seriousness— executing Tarn's words with precision and grace. As graceful as an overgrown smelter can be, at least. He is sincere in everything he does for the Decepticon Cause but this has to be the first time in... well, ever where the smelter has drawn the line. They were torturers, executioners, enforcers of the Decepticon Code. Not… sparkling-sitters! They were not caretakers. Neither were they mentor material. And they don't need a psychological analysis to tell them otherwise, the title of ‘DJD’ was enough to convey the sheer depravity they were capable of.
Helex wonders if Tarn even knows what he's actually doing and that's a first. Does he know? Didn't feel like it. But again, everyone in the team is uncertain regarding is decision to keep the thing, he knows that because he can read the room rather well but doubt is unbecoming of a Decepticon. Helex pushes the thought away as it came. The sparkling was a Decepticon, manufactured Decepticon and it's not committed hearsay, blasphemy or broken the code in any way and how is one to expect a newly built to fend for itself after being abandoned on Clemency of all places? He almost feels bad for the thing. Helex wants to punch the irresponsible fragger who's dumped a sparkling there so badly, not for dumping a defenceless, innocent tiny thing like yourself out in a Decepticon graveyard but for putting him and his team in this mess.
Even then… Why do they have to force unwilling participants into Tarn's ‘group parenting’ passion project? Putting aside the fact that Tarn would probably eviscerate him if he asks this to Tarn's faceplates, why in Megatron's name couldn't he just take care of the thing himself if he wanted it that badly!? Why involve Helex? He can't believe it but for the first time, he finds himself agreeing with Vos about dumping the little one into a recycling conveyor. No hard feelings but they aren't cut off for parenting; no matter what fancy label Tarn puts on it, at the end of the solarcycle, it was parenting. Plain and simple.
Kaon__::Helex, come in. Any findings?::
Helex holds back a long sigh as a message from Kaon pings on the mainline DJD comm-link. Thankfully, not his personal line.
Helex__::No.::
Kaon__::Okay.::
Helex didn't like to talk a lot. Simple and short answers were his thing, even if they were a little dry. He was not very sociable, preferred the quiet if anything. It's not that he hated company, he just had his own thing. Though a newly-built was anything but quiet and that did upset him. This whole thing upsets him.
Vos__::Wat iff da spahrkling in wents?::
“Primus…”
Helex sighs out as he looks at the message. Trying to read a message from Vos was like trying to decode ancient Cybertronian. Futile and painful. They don't have a Primal Vernacular language setting update yet for him so he has to message in Neocybex. Not like any of them could really read Primal Vernacular but the translator option helped. In Vos’ usual arrogance, he refused to use the translator when trying to comm them. Not because he wanted to improve his skills at Neocybex but because he said he wanted to be a pain, as usual— Helex suspects that this is just a farce to keep them from assuming that Vos just doesn't know how to spell words in the Neocybex script. But Helex will not be fooled.
He scrunched faceplates as he made sense of what Vos said, spectating the conversation flashing on his HUD.
Tesarus__::I feel as if it's highly unlikely the newly built could climb up into a vent. Given it is injured and needs recovery.::
Kaon__::He's got a point. But who knows what it's capable of? Vos, you should go check the vents for the sparkling.::
Meanwhile, Vos from the eastern hallways of The Peaceful Tyranny looks at the message in utter disgust. Like Pit he would! He loves crawling in the vents when they tell him not to crawl in the vents! He's not doing it for some newly built.
Vos__::Nuh uh! Yuo go! Sned yoru vile, fugly pette!::
Oh. He really went there. Helex snorts, at least Vos seems to understand punctuation.
Kaon__::Ahem. I'll let you know that The Pet is still far more civilized than you will ever be.
Tesarus__::To be fair Vos, you can't even spell pet::
Vos is typing…
Helex knows well from where he's standing that Vos wouldn't comply with that or tolerate Kaon and Tesarus jumping him like this, a small semblance of a smile on his stone cold faceplates as he reads the ensuing argument with glee at Vos’ predicament.
Frag it.
He's got to sit down to read this. This was too good not to miss out on. Comm arguments usually get broken up by a very annoyed Tarn after getting his communicator pinged to oblivion— usually by sending a voice message with his wonderful outlier ability surprising them into quiet submission so this means Helex rarely gets to watch the others bicker, a shame. It makes for good entertainment.
Helex gives in to what he frame desires and takes a seat down in the hall, broad backstruts leaning against the wall. He mindlessly takes a seat right beneath the vent from which you're watching him, unaware of your presence. You're not in range of his motion sensors, even if you were, you're staying deathly still. A skill you've picked up on during your stay on Clemency. Your curious optics observing him from above with intrigue, you can tell he's amused by something with the way he has this smile on his face. You lean in a little closer to study him better.
Oh scrap.
Your tiny servos have damned you, they can't grip much or support your weight as you lean too much to the front while gripping onto the edge of the vent opening, only to fall right on top of Helex's helm and the bigger bot panics with a yelp. Not realizing that it's the very sparkling they've been searching for as he quickly gets up, his weapons systems online as he aims for where he sat. His armed servo dropping down as he realizes there's nothing there.
Oh Primus.
It's on him.
He tries to shake you off. Muttering curses you can't understand, he's still not realized that it's tbe exact same little miscreant he's been searching for this whole time. You yelp and hold onto the top of his helm, your tiny clawing digging in. Helex is… tall. Horrifically so. You feel like you've been chained on top of a rampaging streetlight with no way to get down. And you're not sure what to do.
Meanwhile, Helex stops his erratic movements as he realizes what… no, who's on his helm as tiny servos indent themselves to the metal of his helm. And…
He isn't sure what to do.
He just stands there for a moment. Contemplating his options. Should he message Tarn? Yes. He should. But it's not easy to lean his helm down to see the keypad of his communication with you literally on top of his helm. What if you fall? Nickel did say you're still injured. Not to mention, he is not going to have Tarn going off on him for hours, rambling about Helex being careless if you get hurt.
He's going to have to get you down first.
What a drag.
“Hey, kid.” He says gruffly, there isn't a hint of softness in his tone. His voice is like that of a furnace, deep but somewhat raspy. Maybe it's an effect of his vocalizer constantly heating up when he's in his smelter mode? Helex slowly raises his upper pair of servos up to bring you down but his large servos scare you, you cower down. Using your claws to anchor yourself, you gently crawl down to his back— it annoys and catches him off-guard. You're leaving tiny dents and scratches all over his frame! He's already hearing a mouthful from Nickel about frame maintenance!
“Hey!” There's a scolding tone to his voice, a warning. But it's not like he's allowed to hurt you here and you don't really know that. You can't even understand what he's saying! His voice scares you and you cower further down. Helex’s lower pair of servos have no hope of grabbing you.
The broadness his pauldrons fail him, Helex can't grab you from where you cling on his back like a Koala, his upper pair of larger servos blocked by the bulk of his own frame. Helex will admit, you know how to climb. He turns around and makes note of the wall, covered in small scratch marks— most likely from your tiny servos. You must've clawed your way up the wall to get up there… Helex looks up. That vent is rather high up too.
It's actually… impressive.
But right now he's got bigger things to worry about.
Now, he could just call Tarn. Message him and the others would be sure to follow. But with the way you're holding onto him, Helex is damn sure he looks ridiculous. Besides he could just… Message them through the comms while having you off of him. Perhaps this was some sort of punishment for laughing at Vos because he definitely would've laughed his aft off at this. Speaking of which, Vos and Kaon were still going at it in the group comms— already at 102 unread messages. Tarn must've had his notifications turned off because usually, by now, Tarn would interfere. Or Helex would have enough and beg them to shut up.
Helex sighs heavily. He takes his seat back on the floor, making sure not to lean against the wall lest your stabilizing servos get crushed under his weight. The smelter wouldn't want that and he wouldn't want Tarn breathing down his neck, again..
He thinks, wondering how in the name of Megatron's fusion cannon will he be able to get you off of him. Meanwhile, you curiously climb upwards, peering over his broad shoulders to look at his thoughtful expression.
“Kid, get off.” Helex commands, attempting to be softer but not really succeeding. He's not stupid— He knows you're afraid. He just has to make you… Not afraid of him which isn't proving to be easy given his position required for him to be as intimidating as a Decepticon can be. But intimidation doesn't seem to work with you, it was almost like you couldn't get what he was saying. At all.
Helex grumbles as you don't budge, crimson optics narrowing at you as his dermas purse into a thin line. He looks annoyed. His unfriendly face does nothing to help. Maybe he needed to be even softer.
“Please. Get off.” He swallows his pride quickly but the bitter after taste strikes him as he realizes it was in vain. You hadn't moved an inch. Helex's face hardens in annoyance, he's usually patient but for once, it's wearing thin. Again, its not everyday he has a kid clinging onto him like this...
“Aren't you just stubborn?”
The fact that you can't seem to understand a word leaving his vocalizer doesn't strike the giant smelter as you look at him clueless.
Looks like he's going to have to try a better way. He tries to grab you quickly with his upper pair of servos but Primus, you're fast. You crawl back to that spot on his back he can't reach and Helex grimaces.
He tried verbally, he tried physically... Violence is off the table…
What now?
Helex tries to think of a way. His HUD still flashing with unread messages by Kaon & Vos about the vents and The Pet… wait… The Pet.
A thought strikes him. Whenever The Pet doesn't do something Kaon wants it to do, he gives it an energon mini-cube. This was almost a daily occurrence during the first few solar cycle of his its domestication. While you're certainly not a pet and are capable of sentient thought, certainly you wouldn't turn down an opportunity to have a good energon treat? While he doesn't want to sacrifice them, he also doesn't want to show up with you latching on his back like a baby Koala with its mother.
As he sits down, Helex reaches for his subspace— reserved to keep his quick break snacks and store his trophies from hunts. He takes out a box and he takes note of how the rattling of the box has piqued your curiosity, looking over his shoulder plating to see what he's up to. Helex knows that you've been on Clemency for who knows how long isolated, a planet devoid of any civilisation. And the pinnacle of any civilization is good fuel.
He opens the box and takes out a green coloured cube— refined energon coated in beryllium paste and iron fillings. Helex makes sure that your curious optics are fixated on what he's doing, putting the cube in his intake. The action seemed to confuse you, you tilt your helm and continue to look at him curiously but he can also see the distrust. Helex gently puts one cube right by his shoulder, pretending to not watch as you keep looking at his face. Holding onto his pauldron with one servo and grabbing the other, your pedes lodged into his frame making more dents on his frame.
Your optics dart back to Helex, who's happily refuelling on more. You look back at the cube. The cube looks so much smaller in his giant servos in contrast to your much smaller ones, he can just toss one into his intake and swallow it as such but you'd probably need two bites. Your olfactory sensors can tell this is energon but it's… solid. Not solid in the same way it is on those statues back on Clemency. This isn't sticky or flakes.
And so, you trust your tanks.
And you're not left disappointed.
Helex suppresses a laugh when he sees how your optics widen at the taste of energon treats, quickly gobbling it up like there's no tomorrow. But alas, you're left in disappointment as there no longer any of that sweet metallic tang and crunch on your glossa, looking at your servo where the energon treat once was mere astro-seconds ago with a frown. Helex can't help but chuckle at that. So you liked energon treats, at least the two of you have something in common.
You look at him as you hear the sound of his chuckling, the fear no longer in your optics as you study him almost curiously up close. You can see another one of those delicious cubes in his servos and you try to reach out and grab it before he could stop you but—
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He clicks his glossa as he shakes his helm, pulling his servo away as your frown gets deeper. A look of pleading in your optics and dare he say, it was… cute. In a way which warmed his spark in a fuzzy sort of way, something he hadn't felt (or was even sure he could feel) in such a long time.
“If you want more, you're going to have to get off.” He says, pointing in front of him to put emphasis and it somehow registers in your processor. Without another word, you climb off of him. You tiny pedes reach the ground and leave Helex’s back in a trail of tiny dents and scratches which he's less than pleased about. Shyly approaching him, you're cautious. Must be your survival protocols, Helex figures.
“Good.” He uses his smaller pair of servos to hand over the cube to your even smaller extended servos, you're standing there like a homeless bot asking for charity during the Rust Age— Helex finds some humour in it and smiles, one of his larger servos gently pats your helm. Holy scrap, it envelops your entire helm! He's instantly reminded of how much smaller and fragile you are, Helex hasn't really been around any sparklings, ever. He's quick to draw away as a strange sense of… something stirs in his spark.
By then, you're done with that cube, extending your servo out for more. He raises an optical ridge at your action, getting what you want and Helex really didn't like sharing but he supposes he could begrudgingly make an exception for you.
“You got an appetite too, huh?”
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xaythefreak · 2 months ago
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YANDERE DJD? SIGN ME TF IN!!!
Oh, to be adored by a merry band of psychopaths *dreamy sigh*. They would all be sooo protective, too. No other mech would be able to speak to reader, ever. Because, otherwise, they will end up as a first position on "the List". And, rest assured, this mech won't live long after this. Same goes for anyone, who even dares to say something against reader's presence - said mech is instantly mauled, electrocuted, with faceplate full of Vos' needles, talking to Tarn about their bad behavior.
Anything making reader sad will seize to exist within next few days. Also, there may be a sugar daddy (or daddies?) possibility here. DJD definetly makes some shanix on their adventures. All above effectively makes reader a pampered pet of theirs
mmmm reader helping djd release their tension after a long hunt... this can be an interesting scenario to explore... ...must have been the wind
(Anyway, will be interested to hear more about this! Definetly looking forward for your brilliant hcs!)
With much adoration
-☕️
DJD ORGY???? OH YES PLEASE!!!!!!!
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gah,,, these stupid idiots,,,,,,,,,,,, /aff
my moot @/jinuaei's yandere! Tarn is like, the default yandere Tarn I see, an absolute worshipper, views you as a god/deity of some sort, would burn entire planet's for you if you so much as think about it,,,
Kaon viewing you as an adorable little pet, out of all the DJD, he loves spoiling you the most <33, the Pet also would be pretty fond of you, Kaon likes taking photos of the two of you snuggling <3
Vos is a fucking WEIRDO (/hj), he likes poking your squishy human flesh as he talks the dirtiest, most filthy things to you, though you don't know that bc of him speaking only in the ancient vernacular
Helex finds you absolutely adorable, like Vos, likes touching you too, though his touches are WAY less intrusive. he likes squishing your cute little face <3 you make the cutest noises when he does <33
Tesarus finds you entertaining, he's never bored when he's with you. you, and your cute lil human quirks, he just likes watching you do stuff, sometimes he just,, stares. it's weird for sure but he's rather sweet otherwise.
and while Nickel doesn't particularly care for organics,,, you aren't that bad. (she actually loves you so so so so much <33) she's actually most most normal out of them all (and the sky is blue. /j).
these guys love you so much, they prolly have a small little corner of their base dedicated as your "room", stacked of cutesy pillows and "human food" (foods like fruit they collected off different planets for you, they made sure it was safe to eat dw <3) and other things they think you might like, they just love spoiling you <3
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archivewriter1ont · 5 months ago
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Thoughts on The Bad Batch's "Superiority Complex"
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(Bear with me -- I wrote this on my phone)
Someone brought up that the Bad Batch were the aggressors in their first fight with Kix and Jesse, and I've seen that take elsewhere too. These are just my thoughts on that...
I think that an important piece of this "the Batchers and the regs" puzzle (other than Crosshair, the snark, just naturally being more caustic than the others) is how being defective is addressed earlier in the Clone Wars and in the series as a whole. 
Krell basically uses "Are you defective?" as a threat at Umbara. Bric (trainer for Domino Squad) is openly ridiculing and abusive, going so far as to punch a cadet he thought wasn't good enough and saying things like "Even this bad batcher would be better than you" as a very demeaning thing. Even 99 realized how demeaning it was because he protested that the Dominoes were better than that. We also see with the Fives-chip arc, etc, that the Kaminoans are not the nicest beings to their “creations.” The trainers weren't either (see Dred Priest and again, Bric and Company).
Their "special project" status makes it very likely that the Kaminoans did experiment on or test the batchers in different ways than they would have done with the regs. The Batch very probably was confronted with their differences, what were seen as faults and flaws even as they were made into a commando squad, every moment of their lives. That not only has the potential to hurt the four of them and make them more likely to have a chip on their shoulders, but it also may have gotten around as rumors on Kamino. Also, Rex and the other 501st members we see with the Batchers haven't been on Kamino for a while, so the treatment from regs might have gotten worse as the Batchers had to interact with other units in training.
All that to say, the Bad Batch very likely experienced far worse than what we hear or see on screen, from trainers and their creators as well as other clones. They have (in all likelihood) existed on the edge of decommissioning for their entire lives, always having to prove that they were good enough to excuse their genetic faults. All four of them display a sort of hard confidence that indicates they know they’re the best because they had to be. While others passed the tests, they had to break records. They were pushed to excel the average just to prove their worth, to confirm that they deserved to live. 
This is another reason I prefer reading the Star Wars books and comics to watching the animated shows, in all honesty. The two versions of Quinlan Vos – animated and written – is a great example of the disconnect between (obviously, the best that could be expected from) an animated “kids” show and what I think is a better representation of what the war was actually like.
P.S. This is also why I HC that 99 was deeply involved with the Batch, because I honestly feel they would have a worse complex if they hadn’t had him to guide them how he could.
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endofthelinegang · 4 months ago
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Matt Murdock dating hcs maybe where reader is a witch, like a actual spell casting broom flying witch (still in my Agatha all along era) (and maybe, if you’ve seen WandaVision and or Agatha, maybe reader is Agatha’s sister, and yes, that would mean reader is 100 or so years old)
i live in my in my triple a era and in my wanda era
Matt knew something was different about you the moment he met you. Your heartbeat was steady—too steady—but  there was an undercurrent beneath it, something that hummed, something that pulled at his senses in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
It wasn’t until you casually floated a book off his shelf and into your hands that he finally asked. 
"You’re not serious."  He had tilted his head, li ps twitching in amusement.
"I am serious," you had said, flipping through the pages. "You’re dating a hundred-year-old witch, Matthew. Congratulations."
He had taken it remarkably well, all things considered. Just adjusted his glasses, took a slow sip of his coffee, and said, "Guess I should cancel my plans to introduce you to my priest, then."
Dating Matt meant patience. It meant balancing your very old-school magic with his very modern world. It meant late-night debates over morality, over power, over responsibility.
"You don’t think it’s wrong?" he had asked once, fi ngers skimming the edge of a spellbook you’d left open on his desk. "Having that kind of power?"
"I think it’s dangerous," you had admitted, leaning against the doorframe. "But so are you, Matthew."
It meant listening as he described how you felt to him—how  the air around you shifted, how your very presence tingled against his senses like static before a storm.
"You buzz," he had murmured one night, fi ngers ghosting over your wrist. "Like a live wire."
"And what do you taste like?" you had teased, arching a brow.
His lips had curled into that lazy smirk. "Something dangerous."
He liked to pretend he was unfazed by your abilities, but you had felt the way his pulse jumped the first time you actually took flight in front of him.
"It’s unnatural," he had muttered, adjusting his tie, looking anywhere but at you hovering three feet off the ground.
"Says the man who fights crime in a devil suit. "
He wouldn’t admit it, but there were moments he leaned into your magic—subtle  things. The way his shoulders relaxed when you ran your fingers through his hair, tiny charms woven into the touch. The way his grip tightened when you whispered ancient words against his skin, filling the spaces where his scars ached.
And oh, how he ached.
Matt would never admit it, but he loved your magic. Loved  how it felt when you traced lazy sigils across his skin, little tingles of warmth sinking deep into his bones.
He had a particular fondness for the way you could heal his injuries—not instantly, not like some mystical miracle, but enough to take the edge off, to soothe the worst of the pain.
"I don’t want you relying on it," he had warned one night, vo ice gruff as you smoothed your hands over his bruised ribs. "I need to feel it."
"You feel enough, Matt," you had whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Let me take some of it away."
And then there were the nights when neither of you spoke at all. When you hovered inches above his bed, teasing him with slow, deliberate kisses, the taste of ancient spells laced between your lips. When his hands gripped your waist like he was trying to keep you grounded, tethered to something real.
His breath would hitch when you let your magic seep into your touch, teasing, featherlight, just enough to make his muscles tighten, to make him feel the pull of you like gravity.
"You’re playing with fire," he’d murmur against your lips, vo ice hoarse, ha nds mapping the curve of your waist.
"Good thing I know how to control it," you’d whisper back, dragging your fingers down his chest, nails barely grazing his skin, sending sparks of warmth through his body.
His hands would tighten, gr ip bruising as he pulled you closer, li ps ghosting over your jaw, your pulse. "Do you?" he’d challenge, and you’d see the flicker of something darker in his smirk, something daring.
And oh, how he burned for you.
"Stay with me," he had murmured once, half-asleep, fi ngers tangled in the hem of your dress. "For the night."
"You afraid I’ll vanish?"
He had smiled then, a rare, tired thing. "I think I’d still feel you."
Being Agatha’s sister meant you had seen centuries of horrors, and had known power beyond comprehension. But Matt? He was something else entirely.
Mortal—and yet, wholly, undeniably something more.
And for the first time in a century, you thought that maybe—just maybe—you had met someone who could make eternity feel a little less lonely.
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sevikasangel · 11 months ago
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𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 + 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ๑⁠˙⁠❥. general nsfw hcs
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— contains: f!reader, smut, degrading kink, praising kink, pet play, bondage, mild bdsm, spanking.
— a/n: she is mine
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Favorite part of herself and you
Renata adores her toned, muscular body. Years of training and hard work have sculpted her into the woman she is now. She sees her strong build as a reflex of her cunning, sharp mind that has earned her one of the most important seats in the hierarchy of Zaun.
Her favorite part of you would be watching you think and plan, your facial expressions as you focus, is a turn-on for her. It's this intensity that draws her in...Of course, in the same way the curve of your hips does ;).
Most sensitive part of her body
Renata's most sensitive body part is her nipples. Ever since she was young, she's always found them to be very sensitive to touch. Whenever she's aroused, they get hard and painfully crave for attention. It's a small quirk she's kept to herself.
"I see you've got your fingers hovering around my chest... Don't be shy, you know you want to see how my nipples react to your touch. Give them a little pinch, my pet. Don't act all innocent now, I've seen your degenerated gaze..."
first time/how long you waited
The first time with you was a clear demonstration of Renata's dominance. She led you through the encounter, her intense gaze commanding your obedience. She stripped you bare and tied you up, her hands firm yet gentle as she did so.
As she began to devour and taste your body with her mouth, she'd demand you to tell her what you liked most about her. Her voice, the way she commanded, or perhaps the taste of her lips. Renata savored your submission, your submissive eagerness to please her an aphrodisiac in itself.
"You've been a good little toy, haven't you? I can tell you're eager to please. I'm going to reward you, my pet. Just a little taste of what I can do." She'd spit on her fingers, then rub them around your nipples. "Fuck, you're a sight, bound and waiting for me. Do you like the way I control you? You're mine to use however I please, just like a good little slave should be."
As for the waiting, Renata doesn't believe in games. She knew from the moment she saw you, you were the one she wanted. There was no time to waste. The moment she had you alone, she made her move.
top or bottom
Renata is a top through and through. She's always been the one in control, the one leading the charge. In bed, she's just as assertive. Her hunger to dominate, to be the one in command, is unquenchable. She takes pleasure from bending others to her will, from making them submit to her every whim.
favorite positions
Renata's favorite position is doggy style. She loves to see you bent over, completely exposed, vulnerable, and at her mercy. She can grab your hips, pull you back, and drive into complete madness all while maintaining her dominance over you.
From behind, she can also spank your ass, leaving red marks to serve as a reminder of your role. Your moans and whimpers, the way you squirm under her touch, these are the sweetest sounds to her ears.
"Look at you, all bent over and waiting for me. You're mine, and you'll take everything I dish out. You're going to beg for more, aren't you?" She'd smack your ass, hard, her hand leaving a stinging impact. "You love it rough, don't you?
how good is she with her hands
Renata's hands are just as skilled as her mind. Years of training and discipline have honed her abilities, making her touch delicious and intense. Whether it's a gentle caress, a firm grip, or even a sharp slap, her hands know exactly how to evoke a response.
She's adept at using her fingers to tease and taunt, to stroke and stimulate. Her grip, when she takes your wrists or hips, is firm and unyielding. Whether it's pleasuring you, or punishing you, Renata's hands are an instrument of her desire, and she wields them with the precision of a true master.
loud or quiet in bed
Renata is loud in bed. Her voice carries a commanding tone, as she instructs, encourages, or demands from you. Her moans and growls are deep, guttural, and intense.
specific kinks
Renata's kinks are mostly centered around dominance and submission. She loves tying up her partners, taking control of their movements, and forcing them to live within her whims. Humiliation and degradation also turn her on, as she finds pleasure in breaking down her partners' sense of self-worth, only to build it back up under her control.
Spanking and light-mid BDSM play are also within her wheelhouse. The sound of her hand connecting with your flesh, the sight of your skin reddening, and your reactions to her actions all fuel her desires. She's also into roleplay scenarios, particularly loves secretary x boss.
after sex/aftercare
After fucking you senseless, Renata's dominant demeanor softens, and she becomes nurturing and caring. She checks on your well-being, making sure you're not too sore or in discomfort. She'll gently untie you, lifting you in her arms, and leading you to a place where you can both rest.
"You've been a good toy tonight, my pet," she'd purr, stroking your hair. "I am so proud of you. Do you want me to get you some water? Something to eat?"
how to tell she’s horny
When Renata's horny, her eyes darken, and her voice deepens, hinting at the desire simmering within her. She'll subtly touch herself while looking at you, or she might lean in close, her breath hot against your skin, as she shares her fantasies or demands your obedience.
"I think it's time we explore your body a little more, don't you agree?" she'd ask, her voice thick with lust. "I can see you're eager, and I want to see how far you'll go for me."
would she rather spend the night at her place or yours
Her place. This is her territory, her lair, where she's in complete control. At her place, she has all the toys and tools to indulge in her kinks, to explore and fulfill her desires. It's a space where she's comfortable and can truly be herself.
activity to do with her to get her relaxed and in the mood
Renata likes feeling worshipped. A bath or a massage would go a long way in relaxing Renata and getting her in the mood. You can start by drawing her a hot bath, filling it with her favorite scented oils or bubbles. Once she's settled in, you can bring her a glass of her favorite drink.
sexual desire she is too embarrassed about to tell anyone
In her wildest fantasies, she imagines being completely submissive herself, stripped of her power and will. She'd allow herself to be dominated, to be used and pleasured by someone who takes control of her completely. Sometimes, she gets off imagining someone tormenting and using her.
She's terrified of revealing this desire to anyone. It goes against her very nature, and she fears it would undermine her authority and reputation. Still, the thought of succumbing to someone else's will and desires haunts her, leaving her aching and needy.
how experienced is she
Ok, Mrs. Glasc is highly experienced in the bedroom. Her dominance in bed comes from years of practice, honing her skills to perfection. She's well-versed in various kinks, from light bondage to more intense BDSM play. Her understanding of the human body and how to pleasure it is vast, backed by her knowledge of anatomy and her determination to learn more.
favorite places to do the do
Her office has an air of danger and illicitness, as she's breaking her own rules by indulging in such activities there. The thrill of getting caught makes her shiver in excitement.
Her bedroom, on the other hand, is where she feels most comfortable. It's her sanctuary, where she's in complete control, and she has all her toys and tools at hand.
Hotel rooms offer a sense of curiosity and escape. It's a temporary space, away from her usual environment, which allows her to let go even more. The thought of strangers potentially hearing her also adds some thrill to her perverted mind. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, not even gonna lie here.
what non sexual things turn her on
She's turned on by those who show loyalty to her, those who are willing to follow her lead without question. This kind of devotion a dog would show to its master, which fills her with a sense of pride and desire. She thrives in feeling powerful. Renata is also attracted to those who have a strong sense of purpose, a drive to succeed and achieve greatness. She finds it exhilarating to be around people who share her ambitions, and she's drawn to the energy they exude.
how to know she’s close
how much she likes to tease
Renata loves to tease, and she's a master at it. She finds pleasure in making you desperate for her touch, in denying your desires, and then, at the height of your frustration, granting your wishes.
"You're so close to begging, aren't you? You want me to touch you, to take you to the edge. But I'm going to make you wait, my pet. I'll have you squirming, begging for my touch, before I let you have it. I'll tease you until you're mine, completely and utterly."
The way she toys with you, her fingers roaming over your body without ever quite touching where you crave, her lips brushing against yours before pulling back, leaving you aching for more is what drives you mad with desire for her. But don't worry...She likes taking her time.
Her breathing will grow heavier, her chest heaving, and her eyes will glaze over, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans will become louder, more urgent, and her grip on you will tighten, her nails digging into your skin. Her hips will start to buck, her movements becoming more erratic and unrestrained.
"Fuck, I'm so close. Don't you dare stop, or I'll fucking punish you. I need this, need to cum all over your fingers/strap!"
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