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starsurface · 9 months ago

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Soooooo, it's going to sound a little strange lol, but could you make caregiver mk11 older johnny cage with regressor mk11 young johnny cage? It's been a while, but I had seen a comment on one of their videos and it said that Johnny was a father figure to himself lol, I thought it was really funny, but now it's stuck in my head

And also the order list is quite large, are you sure you want to keep the orders open? I don't want you to get too tired :/

It's not strange at all!! I actually really like the idea of Older Johnny being a father figure to his Younger self!! <3

And I promise you, I won't get too tired, 'Hun. I wanna keep my orders open, I'll just get to them when I get to them. But thank you for being concerned about me, Sugar. <3

Also, quick note, these are platonic hcs. Like, they weren't written with the intent of self shipping?? I dunno, I don't wanna confuse anyone by accident so I'm stating this now.

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CG Older Johnny w/ Regressor Younger Johnny Hcs

💫 Younger Johnny’s a bit of a big kid, about 4-5, maybe younger, maybe older, really depends on the situation or day

🎬 Older Johnny already has a small habit of making regressors feel small on accident

💫Whether it’s tieing anyone shoes he sees untied, or praising anyone for the bare minimum, he enjoys making others feel good about themselves and doesn’t mind going out of his way to help someone (Older Johnny’s a gentleman, fr)

🎬 Younger Johnny scoffs a bit at this, until he does something that isn’t really that impressive and his Older self tells him he did a good job

💫 Older Johnny feels kinda bad afterwards, because it’s clear how badly Younger Johnny tries to get more praise, now suddeningly following orders and mildly freaking out if he screws them up

🎬 It doesn’t help that the small praise is pushing Younger Johnny between headspaces, and the entire scenario itself was already making him feel tiny to begin with

💫 He likes the praise to begin with, but being praised by himself? And by someone who he could totally see as a father figure that’s there for him, even if he doesn’t necessarily like him?

🎬 What made Younger Johnny fully regress was when Older Johnny ruffled his hair and called him Squirt, a thing he does with the Kombat Kids to make them all groan and complain

💫 Younger Johnny ends up hiding in the bathrooms to regress and cry, because he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go and it was the only place he could think of getting any personal space

🎬 He feels a little scared, feeling small in such a military place

💫 He was use to regressing alone, but here? In a place he barely knows anyone in and made some really bad first impressions? Nuh-uh, not happening, he’d very much like to be big now

🎬 Older Johnny eventually finds him, mostly since he doesn’t want his Younger self running around and getting lost (and he had to make sure he was on his best behavior, especially because of Younger Johnny’s first past actions)

💫 But he wasn’t expecting Johnny to be crying in a locked stall, telling him to go away, and that he was a big boy and he definitely wasn’t crying like a baby

🎬 Older Johnny knew this was about the time he started using age regression, and slide his phone under the stall before sitting down, waiting

💫 While Johnny doesn’t use age regression as much, he still has a few of his old favorite little apps just in case

🎬 Which was exactly what his Younger self needed, because he heard him giggling quietly at one of the games

💫 Eventually Younger Johnny sheepishly came out of the stall,a nd his Older self helped him wash up a bit, drying his tears and fixing his apperance before letting Younger Johnny regress in his room for a bit

🎬 Younger Johnny asked if they could watch cartoons (and maybe cuddle a bit, he praises the attention) and Older Johnny was more than happy to oblige

💫 Big Younger Johnny was really embarressed about the whole situation afterwards, but Older Johnny just patted his shoulder and offered to watch him at anytime

🎬 And for the small while Younger and Older Johnny exist at the same time, Younger Johnny has a CG for the first time . . . even it if is technically himself still

💫 Tiny Younger Johnny follows Older Johnny EVERYWHERE (an indication he’s tiny)

🎬 It doesn’t matter if Older Johnny has work to be doing, Younger Johnny will waddle behind him and explain the entire lore of his favorite cartoon

💫 Luckily, everyone around the base really likes regressed Younger Johnny, mostly because he’s not as much of a menace, and because they can threaten to get Older Johnny if he does something naughty (which usually stops his naughty actions)

🎬 Younger Johnny is a brat!!!

💫 What does his Olderself mean that he can’t have more candy? Uh, yes he can, he’s Johny Cage, and he has money to buy more!!! He doens’t have these silly rules back at home >:\

🎬 Que to Older Johnny finding out that Younger Johnny doesn’t have and rules when he’s regressed, and giving some list of suggestions (mostly for his health, like making sure he brushes his teeth, gets some snacks in, and have a propper bedtime)

💫 Younger Johnny doesn’t know about that whole bedtime situation . . . but maybe he’ll take the rest of the list

🎬 But he still doesn’t understand why he was to sit in timeout whenever he breaks a silly rule, Older Johnny’s just being mean >:(

💫 Younger Johnny also likes kicking his feet or using any kind of spinny chair they have (another indication he’s small, also kinda demands for Older Johnny to spin him)

🎬 Or chewing on his glasses!! He gets very fussy when his Older self takes them away >:\

💫 Half their interactions go:

🎬 YJ - “I want that”

💫 OJ - “What do we say?”

🎬 YJ - “Gimme >:3“

💫 OJ - “. . .”

🎬 YJ - “Gimme!! >:(”

💫 OJ - *Dad arm cross*

🎬 YJ - “Please? :(“

💫 OJ - “Atta boy, thank you for using your words”

🎬 Older Johnny’s nicknames are mostly Dada and Old Man

💫 Younger Johnny only used Old Man to make fun of Older Johnny, but Older Johnny said that he was just making fun of himself and YOunger Johnny cried

🎬 ^ Younger Sonya, of all people, declared Older Johnny was at fault, and YOunger Johnny had the biggest smile and giggle when Older Johnny had to serve a time out >:) (She did scold him though . . . :\)

💫 Younger Johnny once called Older Johnny ‘Dad’, and Older Johnny had a very proud smile on his face, even when Younger Johnny whined and told him that he didn’t call him that!! He called him, um, bad, because Older Johnny was totally being naughty!! Yeah . . . super naughty

🎬 Younger Johnny gets many nicknames!! Squirt, Kiddo, Tough Guy, Princess, literally any nickname anyone could give him, and he’d giggle and nod his head

💫 He gets really happy when Older Johnny does any of the nicknames, since he sees so much of his actual Father in him

🎬 ^ That fact makes Older Johnny a bit sad, because he knows that Younger Johnny is probably still holding onto the small bit of hope that Dad loves him and didn’t mean anything he did to him as a kid, while Older Johnny has disowned that man years ago from his life

💫 But Younger Johnny also likes seeing Older Johnny as a father role himself, since Older Johnny’s really good at filling a cg role

🎬 When Younger Johnny has to leave, it’s really emotional becaue he doens’t want to loose his first cg

💫But guys, wouldn’t it be crazy if we just, ignored canon and there was a way to transport betwen time?? :O

🎬 ^ That’d be crazy . . . 👀

💫 Tiny Younger Johnny is also super clingy, especially to Older Johnny

🎬 Hugs!! Cuddles!! Swinging on Older Johnny’s arm!! Piggy back rides!! :D (Older Johnny is more than happy to provide any of these things . . . As long as Younger Johnny doesn’t jump him again)

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I actually really like the idea of Older Johnny being Younger Johnny's CG, or him or Cassie helping Younger Sonya understand what age regression is!!

. . . Cassie would so make fun of her Dad for Younger Johnny's tantrums though. Really goes '. . . That you?', biggest smirk on her face. <3

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deathwhoregutfucker · 4 months ago

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Kirk Hammett SFW Alphabet

these hc's are pretty old, but i thought i'd post them here for you guys to read!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) - kirk would be soooooo affectionate. like, pda *everywhere*. always kissing you, touching you, always had at least one hand on you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) - he would be a killer best friend. the friendship would start at a record store, he would notice that you were looking at some bands that he likes and he’d suggest only their best albums.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) - kirk would be the biggest cuddler ever. usually, you’d lay on his chest, but sometimes he would want to lay on yours so you could play with his hair, especially when he’s was in a bad mood.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) - i feel like kirk would want to settle down with you after a few years of dating, and i feel like he would loveeee cleaning and lighting some candles after he’s finished with everything.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) - UGH i don’t even wanna think about breaking up with him, but i feel like he would have a sit down talk with you and see if you can hash everything out before resorting to breaking up. i feel like he would value communication a lot, i don’t think he would want to break up unless he absolutely *had* to.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) - i feel like he would want to get married after about 4-5 years of dating, but i feel like he would also talk about marrying you about a month or two into your relationship. he would always fantasize about a beautiful but intimate wedding with only a few of your close friends and family members.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) - kirk is arguably the softest guy in metallica. i feel like he would be very emotionally vulnerable and he would always make sure to share his feelings with you whether they’re good or bad. and physically? literally so gentle. he would always rub your hand with his thumb or rub your thighs when you guys lay down together to watch a movie or something.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) - oh he would love hugs. whenever you guys would spend any amount of time apart, he would always run up and give you a big hug and tell you how much he loves you <3

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) - i feel like he would say it a few months into your guys’ relationship, and he would also be very nervous to say it to you. he would probably say it while you guys watch tv or listen to music or something like that.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) - i don’t think he would be too jealous unless, but if someone else hit on you he would say something for sure.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) - he would love kisses, especially kissing you goodnight. before you guys go to sleep, he would always kiss your forehead and both of your cheeks before you lay down on his chest and drift off to sleep.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) - i feel like kirk would be awkward around kids, but still ultimately good.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) - mornings would be so sweet with kirk, just imagine waking up with him with the sun coming in from the window, slowly starting a nice relaxing day of lounging around and just spending time with each other. he would wake you up by kissing your forehead and your cheeks (like he does when you guys go to sleep) and saying ‘wake up baby’ and stuff like that.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) - nights would be good too. i feel like he would be a night owl too. whether its just staying up and watching tv or having a night out on the town, kirk would love staying up to spend ore time with you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) - honestly, i don’t know. i feel like he would be open with his feelings, but some things i think he would be pretty hesitant to talk about (like his past relationships).

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) - he would have the patience of an angel. it would take a lot to get him pissed off, i really don’t think that he’s that hot headed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) - oh 100%. kirk would be soooo attentive with you. remembering you and your family's birth days and always making sure to get them a little something for it, he would remember all of the details about your first few dates, absolutely everything.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) - his favorite moment would probably be your guys’ first date. a few days after you guys met, he would call you and ask you to go to a little coffee shop down town with him. you guys would just sit and talk to each other before the manager kicks you guys out so they can close at the end of the day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) - he would be very protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone bother you as long as you were with him, and if you were alone in a dangerous part of town, he would make sure you had mace or a knife or something to protect yourself with.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) - he would always go above and beyond with dates and everything. on your one year, he would buy you a bunch of gifts and spell out ‘i love you’ on your guys’ bed with rose petals and run you a nice steamy bath and put some candles and light some incense in the bathroom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) - i feel like a bad habit of his would be drinking too much when he’s with his buddies. i’m sure you’d get plenty of drunken calls asking you to pick him and the rest of the band up from the bar after a night of partying with them. i also feel like he’d be super clingy when he’s drunk too.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) - i don’t think he would be *too* concerned about his looks, but i do think that he would take a lot of pride in his hair. he would have a whole schedule for the days he washes his hair, and he would have a daily routine for styling it as well. even when it’s short, he would still take extra care of it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) - oh 100%. he doesn’t even like spending more than a day without seeing or talking to you. it would kill him when he would go on tour when you wouldn’t be there, but he would always make sure to call you whenever he was free.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) - i feel like he would love watching cat videos. he would always send you videos of cats throughout the day and he would always ask you ‘babe when can we get a cat?’. i don’t know, i just think he would be such a cat person.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) - probably someone who was bad at communication. he would be very open about his feelings, so he would expect the same from his partner.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) - like i said before, complete night owl. i mean, you would have to fight him to go to sleep before 12:30, and it would be even worse on the weekends and when he had nothing to do.

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whoblewboobear · 3 months ago

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Quinn is soooooo baby boy coded actually

HE IS!!! Ughhh I wanna cuddle him so bad. He looks so cozy all the time. Also?? He looks like he gives really good big hugs :,c what a sweetie I love him so bad.

#bb26 #Quinn simp tag

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chiyuumiii · 1 year ago

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NIGHTFALL || PART 6

Earth-42 Miles Morales/F!Reader

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Miles G. Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

Note: TW: Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

SO SORRY THE PART 6 CAME OUT LONGER, i had a lot of things to do </3

IMPORTANT: Read the tags above and read parts 1-5 first before reading this part! Thank you so much for your never-ending support, more fluff parts will be added to this fic on future parts!

“That’s a relief…” He sighed, placing the dishes to dry and sat next to you.

“You mind if I hung out here for a while?” He spoke with his usual coldness, but there was an understanding undertone lying beneath that cold.

“No, not at all.” You gave him a little smile, stepping upstairs to your room.

“Well, if you say so.” He shrugs, following you up.

You were cleaning up your room, placing dirty clothes in a hamper, carrying it over to the laundry room, Miles decided to help too.

You were silently dusting off your study desk and organizing it to your liking. “Your study desk looks cute.” Miles compliments, “Wanna go out for coffee again?” He continues with a sly smirk on his face. “I'm kinda lazy today, let's just stay here together.” You sighed. Your shoulders relaxing and relieved from all your body aches, you made your bed and placed Miles’ Prowler gear on a storage closet. “I placed your gear here, get it in there when you wanna leave.” You spoke, he responded with a quick nod and went over to you. “Where do you want me to place these, muñequita?” He questioned as he held your plushies in his arms. “Just on the bed.” You pointed to your bed, he placed them in an organized manner.

“Your room is adorable.” He smiled, “como tú, mi amor.” You heard him mumble in español, yet you didn't understand. “What did you say?” You asked confusedly. “Nothing, muñequita.” He chuckled silently, deciding to lay down on your bed, making sure he doesn't add any wrinkles on your smooth, fluffy bed.

“Wanna cuddle up?” He extended his arms out, a gesture for a cuddly hug.

You couldn't deny, of course, you didn't have a reason to deny such a request.

You snuggled up with him, sighing in relief. “Soooooo warmmm….” You giggled a bit, staying warm in his arms.

The sun slowly set on the horizon, Miles was scrolling on his phone, whilst you watched him. Laughing together underneath the sunset as a few hilarious videos appeared, moments like these were to cherish.

To you, it didn't matter if Miles was a criminal, he still had a sense of sympathy and a heart.

And after all, he did save you. Who knows what could've happened to you that night?

The bubble of your thoughts popped after Miles gave you a small forehead kiss, showing his affection and appreciation for your existence itself. “Hey, I know this sounds cheesy, but I like being near you, muñequita.” He flashed you a smile, the smile you've grown to love.

“Aww, that's not cheesy at all. I appreciate it.” You reciprocated his smile, he held you closely to him. “What if I asked you out?” He muttered, only you could hear. “I would accept with all my heart.” You replied, a soft smile plastered on to your face. “Then will you go out with me?” He chuckled, your gaze focused on him. “Of course, Miles. I'm more than willing to.”

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cyborg-franky · 1 year ago

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Thank you @fire-fist-ann I hope you like <3<3<3<3

Ace x OC SFW WC: 4K

–Sickness–

Marco jumped when the door swung open, hitting the wall and rattling an assortment of items off his shelves, he gave Ace a tired look as he closed his book and set it on the table, taking off his glasses as Ace looked around with a frantic look etched across his face.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” Ace asked, almost tripping over his foot when he stepped into Marco’s office. The phoenix quirked a brow when he realized who Ace was ranting about.

“Alyona?” “Yeah! Thatch said she was in here, is she okay?” He asked again and ran to the section of the office with a modesty curtain, snatching it back and glaring at the empty examination table, he glanced over his shoulder when Marco let out a chuckle.

“She’s fine, she’s in the infirmary relaxing, you can go check on her yoi.”

Marco had barely finished giving Ace permission before he swung that door open loudly, knocking books off a growingly exasperated Marco’s shelves as he burst into the room and saw his girlfriend propped up in bed, a bowl of food in her lap as she stared wide-eyed at him.

“What happened, babe?” Ace asked, walking over, sitting on the bed with her, and eyeing up the ice cream she was eating with slight jealousy mixing with his concern for her. “Oh, I had a mild allergic reaction to something I ate,” Alyona said simply, shrugging her shoulders as she dug her spoon into the ice cream, stuffing it in her mouth with a happy groan.

Ace sighed, he was glad she was alright, glad it was only mild and she was sitting here without a scratch on her. He flopped down on the bed, head resting against her crossed legs as he let out another puff of air, relieved. “What was it?” He asked, turning, propping his head up so he could meet Alyona’s eyes, though she seemed to be avoiding it, looking away as she played with the food in the bowl.

“Alyona…” He pried and she turned her body, trying to get completely away from his narrowing gaze. “It wasn’t something you already knew was bad for you right?” He asked, sitting up so he could focus his glare on her.

“Maybe,” She said, trying to seem nonchalant about the entire thing and failing. “Maaaybe?” He repeated in the same tone and leaned over, poking her cheek, she turned and snapped at the finger, missing.

“I couldn’t help it, Ace! It smelt soooooo good and Thatch is such an amazing cook!” She blurted and set down the bowl on the bedside table as she grabbed Ace’s freckled shoulders and shook him. “You would have done the same thing!” She whined and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She felt him deflate in her embrace, give up when she cuddled him. He leaned into her touch, expression softened as he rolled his eyes, kissing her cheek, then her lips, enjoying how cold they were compared to his warm ones.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, just don’t do it again? It might be worse next time and Marco might not be right there, yeah?” He said, stroking a strand of hair behind her ear, looking into those shimmering eyes of hers, seeing her lips pout.

“Yeaaaaah,” she mumbled, going slack in his arms as Ace pulled her onto his lap. “That’s my girl,” Ace hummed and started to plant kiss after kiss all over the zoans face, hearing her grumble and start to squeal when his hands ran over her exposed skin.

Causing loud giggles to erupt in the room.

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–Bet–

“Who do you think is faster? Marco in phoenix form or me in dragon?” Alyona asked as she sipped her drink, kicking her feet as she looked at Ace, waiting for his reply. He chewed his lip, contemplating.

“Marco,” “Shut up!” She huffed, slamming down her cup, splashing them both with beer as she did. “What? Come on Babe, he’s Marco I’ve seen how fast that birdbrain can do! He’s so much faster than you.” Aly glared at him as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Wanna make a bet?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as she shuffled closer to Ace, nudging him with her elbow a few times. “A bet huh? What kinda bet?” Ace was intrigued, his energy matching hers.

The crew often dreaded when their chaotic natures would sync up. It often meant alot of cleanup, shouting, and stress. Not to mention Thatch missing half his pantry and Marco having to patch someone up.

“I bet that I’m faster than Marco, I’ll ask him to race me. If I win you have to wear one of the nurse's outfits!” She proclaimed, poking him dead center on his chest. Ace blinked a few times before he threw his head back and laughed loudly.

“Easy! I’ll take you up on that bet! If Marco wins that means you have to wear the uniform, right?” She nodded, her chest puffed up in confidence, she was excited to prove her boyfriend wrong. She just needed to talk to Marco, beg and plead with the doctor to indulge their childish bet.

“Sure, sounds fun yoi.” Marco nodded and looked over at the two standing there, both doing their own little dance of victory. Alyona had pushed past Ace, knocking them both to the floor as they both desperately battled to get the first word out.

Both jabbering at him as he stared at the mess of limbs on the floor, he got the gist of the bet and was keen to be part of it. It wasn’t often he got to fly, let alone make it a race with someone else. “No zapping me though yoi, I’ve seen you shock things out of the sky.” Marco heard Alyona click her tongue, irritated she’d been called out.

“Fine, fine, no elemental powers…” She scuffed her shoe against the floor, hands stuffed into her pockets as she avoided Marco’s gaze. Ace snickered beside her, amused one of her tricks had already been sniffed out and put down by Marco.

–

Alyona and Marco stood at the edge of the deck while Ace perched on the side, watching as some of the crew started to gather around, looking confused and curious. Thatch stood there, Marco had asked him to be an impartial judge of the situation.

“I don't know when we ever got to see you in full form girl,” Thatch hummed in thought before Alyona changed in a flash, standing there as a dragon, looking proud of herself while others stared on in wonder. Marco smirked, lazy and lopsided, he wasn’t one to be outdone.

Bright blue flames engulfed him before fading and showing the large elegant bird, Marco groomed under his wing, getting ready for the race. Thatch cleared his throat watching as the two zoans got into position.

“I’m going to count down from three then you're off...”

“Three, two, one, GO!”

A low rumbling roar and a high-pitched screech split through the air as the two mighty beasts took off, shooting through the sunset. Marco was faster, he took a peek back, seeing the dragon form of Alyona struggling. He knew he was going to win, he knew his strengths and he knew Alyona was too young to see her own weaknesses like he could.

He was the phoenix, built for endless grace, stamina, and speed. But that didn’t mean he had an ego, it didn’t mean his pride in his ability was enough to get in the way of his next thought. The phoenix smirked and turned around, heading back to the ship, Alyona growling behind, trying to snap at his tail feathers.

That was when Marco slowed down, always keeping just behind Alyona as she beat her wings for all she was worth. She blinked when she realized Marco had fallen back, she was in the lead, she was winning.

She transformed in the air, landing with a spring in her step. Ace gawked at her, leaning back with a tight grip on the rails, almost falling off before he jumped on the deck in time for Thatch to declare her as the winner. The crew cheered, already in on the joke Marco was playing on Ace.

Marco landed softly, changing into a human, he slapped a hand on her shoulder, smiling brightly. “You did so well yoi!” He praised, seeing her beaming face before her bright smile shifted, changing into a gleeful and devious smirk.

“I told you Portgas!” She waved her finger in his direction and his shoulders slumped as he groaned. “That’s not fair, someone cheated!” He huffed and shot a look over to Marco who mock gasped, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“Too bad, that wasn’t part of the bet! Go on, suit up, get those legs out.” Alyona waggled her eyebrows at him.

Ace wished it would have been kept between himself, Marco, and Alyona but no. A bunch of the crew all sat around as they waited for him to change and step out. He zipped the dress up, it struggled to go much higher though, his muscles were a little too big which made it look even trashier than it ever had on the nurses. The skirt seemed even shorter too, though he had as Alyona would always tell him a flat as an ironing board ass.

He wobbled in the heels, so used to his nice big clunky, and very flat boots. He shimmed across the room, hands flat against the wall as he made tiny steps in the unfamiliar shoes, all the way to the door. A little nurse hat perched in his ebony waves, he knew he’d get pulled up and made to turn right back around if he'd forgotten it.

Taking a breath, his freckled cheeks were already tinged with blush as opened the door a crack, peeking out and mumbling to himself under his breath, nose wrinkled as he saw just how many people were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

He stepped out on shaky legs, almost falling flat on his face when those who had accumulated started to cheer, shout and holler. Some even went as far as catcalling and wolf-whistling. Alyona was grinning ear to ear as she waggled her brows, it was both funny and kinda sexy to see this much of her partner.

Marco chuckled looking Ace over. “Maybe come work for me, you look the part for sure Ace!” He called and Ace could feel irritated and embarrassed flames licking across his shoulders as he was trying to tug the hem of the dress down enough to ensure no one could see any more of him than they bargained.

“Haha, fuck off.” Ace huffed, giving them all the finger as his ankles felt weak and his legs wobbled, feeling like he’d topple over. Alyona strutted over to where he was standing, or trying to, and gave him a slow once over.

“Looking good Portgas,” She said with a wink. “Yeah, yeah, can I change back now?” He asked, shooting Thatch a look at another cheesy flirty comment aimed at him.

“Fiiiiiine.” She replied, a whine in her tone as she linked arms with him and walked back to the room where he’d left his clothes. “Maybe now you’ll know not to bet against me!” Alyona proclaimed loudly and nudged him, almost knocking him over.

“I still think Marco cheated..” “Maybe but I didn’t.”

Ace opened his mouth to protest, but she had a point, Aly had been the one to behave. She wasn’t the one who cheated. He closed his mouth and just grunted in response as she linked arms with him, helping him back towards the med bay where he could change back into his normal clothes.

“Your legs look good in dresses though, like, seriously,” Aly said with a sly grin and watched Ace roll his eyes as he wriggled from her grasp, opening the door, and pausing before going in. “If you liked that you saw so much we could…” He trailed off, raising an eyebrow, his lips curled into a smirk and she blushed when she got the hint.

“Only if you keep the dress on,” She teased him, another snort in response as he pulled her through the doorway, slamming it shut. The sound of a lock being clicked into place and giggles erupted from the empty room.

—--

–Roommates–

Ace slumped on the sofa, a beer in his hand as he glanced over at Deuce who was busy reading a book as the sunset shifted and changed outside their apartment window. The door opened with a loud thump and a cry of “I’M OKAY!” rang out.

Deuce and Ace exchanged a look when Alyona rounded the corner, one of the shoulders on her dress had slipped down, exposing more skin, Her long white hair had fallen out of the loose bun she'd attempted to tame the locks with. She seemed to drop a few inches as Ace stared at her, his eyes flicked down to her feet where she was pulling off the platform shoes.

She sighed and wiggled her toes, straightening up before crossing the threshold of the room, heading to the kitchen area, opening the fridge to rummage around in, loudly conversing to herself about what she was going to eat, if Deuce and Ace wanted to order anything in.

Ace could feel eyes on him as he stared at her legs, watching her strength to dig around in the fridge. He turned slowly, catching the look his friend was giving him, Deuce’s mouth set in a disapproving firm line as he picked up his phone, shaking his head.

Seconds later Ace felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, sitting his can of beer down on the coffee table he retrieved it.

Deuce: Why don’t you just tell her you like her already? One day she’ll catch you staring at her like she’s the last meal on earth.

Ace: Oh I am not that bad!

Deuce: Your wrong but okay, live in denial over there while thinking about her every night.

Ace: It’s not every night.

Deuce: …..

Ace: Fuck off.

Deuce: ….

“Guys?” Alyona called as she came back over, letting all of her weight fall onto the sofa next to Ace as she opened her soda, taking a sip and letting out a content aaaah as the flavors of her favorite drink hit her.

“Yeah?” Both said at once, earning a chuckle from Alyona before she leaned back against the soft sofa cushions, her dress sliding up her thighs. Ace put all of his willpower into not checking her out, half from not wanting Deuce to send any more snarky comments and half from being too scared of her seeing and questioning his reasons.

“What?” Ace prompted her and decided to stare at the can in his hand, feeling the metal crinkle as his grip tightened, his resolve was immaculate at this moment, right when her thighs were there to admire. “What you wanna get for dinner? I’m feeling pizza..” Alyona answered as she adjusted on the sofa, showing off more leg, a real challenge in Ace’s self-control.

“Pizza sounds really good actually,” Deuce admitted, sitting forward and looking at the mess of takeaway menus that littered their coffee table, pulling the one for pizza out. “There's some good deal for a Friday,”

Alyona was nodding along, sitting up and talking with Deuce but Ace was in his own world, unable to stop himself from staring at her pretty face, her plush lips, long eyelashes, and beautiful eyes He loved her smile the most, how it always held this air of mischief that summed her up so perfectly.

He sighed, lost in his own thoughts, staring off across the room, out the window. He focused on the sunset, consumed with thoughts of her and how he was pretty sure he was in love. Alyona slapped his knee and he shook his head, brows furrowed and narrowing his eyes at her. “What?”

“We’ve been asking you what you wanna order for five minutes, where did you go?” She asked, hand still on his knee, feeling the heat of her palm he could feel himself sweating harder, she tried to be cool about it, tried to shrug, act casual, not like she’d just caught him lost, thinking about her. Deuce knew, he could tell Deuce knew from the unamused look on his face as he drummed his fingers on the armrest, waiting.

“Oh fuck. Sorry, was miles away.” he tried to brush it off as he ran a hand through messy hair, watching the two roll their eyes. “Alright, well I want…”

–

With all the food eaten, the three had sat around rubbing full stomachs and making jokes. More beers had been brought to the living room, the night became a gaming session, the three of them taking it in turns to go against one another, some party games.

Alyona and Ace were far better at most of the games than Deuce who soon conceded his defeat in his lack of skills, it wasn’t he hadn’t tried his best. But he was happy to sit and drink as he watched the others play The two sat together and kept bumping into one another on purpose. Deuce wasn’t sure if it was just to put the other off their game or any excuse to be close to one another.

Either way, it was clear to him that Ace wasn’t the only one with a massive crush. The way Alyona would look at Ace from the corner of her eye, how she’d playfully tease him, all her little childish ways of flirting. He smiled when Alyona won the race between them, rubbing it in Ace’s face, hearing Ace huff, a sore loser.

It was all playful, between friends that clearly wanted to be more. Deuce rolled his eyes, maybe one day they’d stop being cowards and confess to themselves and one another. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs and stood up. “Want another beer?” He asked the two.

“Yeah!” Alyona cheered and went to start another level, one that was just her and Ace again to prove she was better than him. “You are already tipsy Aly…” Ace chided like the pink hue across his cheeks didn’t indicate he was in the same state as her.

–

Ace watched as Aly stood up after the last game, saying she needed air, opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape, sitting on the steps, and looking out at the night, he guessed she was hoping to see cats or a fox in the ally below but as he watched her stare into the sky, seeing how forlorn she seemed, he didn't think that was the case anymore.

“You alright?” He asked as he stepped out, almost banging his head on the window, he hissed a curse as he caught his foot and stumbled, trying to look natural before she gave him her full attention.

“Yeah, just thinking about things,” She said simply with a shrug of her shoulders, watching him as he came to lean on the rails in front of her, his head fell back so he could stare at the dark sky above. “Like me earlier huh?” she hummed in response.

“Wanna share?”

“I don’t… maybe?” She said and played with her hair nervously, her mouth suddenly dry as her tipsy mind debated if this was a good idea or not. Maybe she needed to rip the bandaid off, wanting to know his feelings so desperately. Would it ruin their friendship? Would it make things awkward for Deuce if things got strange and different between Ace and her?

“I have a crush.” She started, not looking up at him, missing the quirk of his brows, the nervous gulp he took.

“Yeah?” He asked, shifting in place. His heart was beating fast, and the hands that gripped the metal rails held harder, tighter, grounding him and preparing him for the news that might shatter him, breaking his heart into a thousand pieces.

“It’s not Deuce right?”

Alyona couldn’t help but laugh at that and shake her head. She was surprised he would even suggest their roommate but the suggestion had made her laugh, had softened her tense expression. “Oh gods, no, never. He’s like an annoying older brother… you can’t be serious with that guess..” She said, still giggling and Ace was smiling back, tickled at her reaction.

“It’s not, obviously.” “I guessed…. But who?” He asked again, adjusting on the rails, bracing himself.

She started to twirl her hair around her finger, biting her lip as she tried to collect her racing thoughts, trying to arrange them neatly before she tripped over her words and made things even worse. She closed her eyes, she could feel every beat of her heart in her throat as she forced herself to remember how to talk. “You, I’m sorry and understand if you don’t like me back, it’s okay!” Alyona blurted, it all came out in such a rush that it had taken Ace aback for a moment before he let it sink in.

Ace let out a breath, he didn’t reply, he just stared at her. She blinked in confusion at the silence that stretched between them. She looked up at him with a pout on her face. “Well?” She asked, impatient, nervous, so scared that she had put herself on the line and he was just going to gawk at her, ignore her. Maybe even pretend that he hadn’t heard. What would kill her first? What would hurt more?

She watched as he pushed himself off the rails, staring at him as he get on his knees in front of her. He reached up, warm hands cupping blushing cheeks as he tilted her face, wanting to look into her eyes. “Do you really mean that? It’s me? And your sure it’s not Deuce?”

Alyona didn’t pull away, her blush getting hotter, reaching the tips of her ears at the close contact and staring into his dark beautiful eyes. She heard his question and couldn’t help but snort and giggle. “Ace, it’s not Deuce! I promise.” She said and was overjoyed to hear the sound of his chuckle, a rumbling sound that filled her with joy.

“Yes Ace, you, it’s always been you.. I just worried about telling you… messing up our friendship… but I think it’s more than a crush.. I think… I think I love you..” She said a whisper that barely reached his ears but he heard it, he felt it. Something he had longed to hear for as long as he could remember.

“I love you too Aly, since the day you moved in with me and Deuce I’ve had feelings… at first I just thought you were cool and super fuckin’ hot. Me and Deuce had even tried to make a pact not to go after you.” He said as he moved closer, his thumbs stroking her blushing cheeks as he spoke. “Then he lost interest, could see I was into you.. Said we’d make a perfect couple..a..and I guess we both agree.” Another chuckle of disbelief.

“I’m so happy to hear that.. I don't know what I would have done if you didn’t love me back.” Alyona replied, feeling emotional as her hands met his, holding them close, nuzzling into his palms as she stared into his eyes, even in the dim light the apartment provided he could see the glimmer of unshed tears.

“I love you,” Ace said, closing his eyes. “I love you too,” Once those words slipped from her beautiful lips he pressed his against them. A soft and tender kiss in the warm summer evening.

Ace felt complete for the first time in his life. Like his missing piece had finally been found. The only downside was he could hear Deuce givng them both the I told you talk. But hell, she was worth it.

#sfw #one piece own character #one piece oc #ace x oc #ace x own char #one piece oc x #op oc #female oc

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avocadoguru · 2 years ago

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I think she'll say no to moving in together but be happy to stay over for longer bits of time.

I know that this will be soooooo hard for Harry to accept BECAUSE it just makes sense to him, he wants her there. And if he has to hear she doesn't want to move in with him (,yet) my boy is gonna be HEARTBROKEN

Like we've seen him being so surprised in how caring she is and how he can be soft with her. I think this might hit him really hard 💔

She would hug him and cuddle him and comfort him as much as she can to calm him down and make him understand why it might be a bit early. Get a glimpse into the human brain and understanding that it is not a bad sign but just a bit of a passionate and hurried decision from him and he can't expect her to jump at it immediately

(@fkinavocado here) 🥺🥺🥺🥺ah maaaaaaaaaaan why you wanna see my baby boy hurting 🥺🥺 all he wants is to hold her and never let her go is that too much to ask y/n??? 🥺🥺🥺

#loved this anon!!#wolfrry asks

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moonchildstyles · 2 years ago

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i'm reading citrine for the first time because i thought i read it but turns out I DIDN'T ! the other day i was like ok i'm gonna reread citrine cause i haven't read the blurbs yet and i don't remember the story so well and while reading i kept thinking how is it possible that i can't remember a thing happening in this story???? i'm so dumb i probably confused it with a story similar to yours ...

btw i'm loving it . h is so sweet i wanna cuddle him so bad :( and your writing is always soooooo good i can't wait to read the blurbs <3 <3

omg bestie owmsksmksmsksfk buy I’m really happy ur enjoying it!!!!! Thank u sm for reading it even tho u thought u already did Queen😭

#anon #ask

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toomanytookas · 2 months ago

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Wheeeeeee! Erika, this was so much fun!!! I always love the voice you give Dieter, that sort of eager puppy dog energy that he has, and putting it into dragon form made it EVEN CUTER?

I laughed out loud reading this: “Can I have some of whatever you cooked yesterday cause it smelled fucking amazing.” Just imagining him staring at her cabin with sad eyes the whole night waiting for her to emerge so first thing he could try and get a yummy snack feels soooooo Dieter to me, it's adorable. His dismay about the possum too! Heheh.

I love how cuddly and gentle he is. Those descriptions of him nuzzling her and resting his big head against her were so sweet and soft. <3 And this, too? You’ve never held him like this. His warmth in your embrace reminds you of a burning heartbeat, the thump of a flame too powerful to extinguish. I just wanna cuddle with him all dayyyyyy.

AND THEN THE SPICE? 🥵 Everything was so delicious. Dieter talking about his dragon brain instincts was... *melts*. Also I absolutely CACKLED at the Bad Dragon reference at the end... *giggles* I can imagine him going to them with a little doodle of what he looked like and being like 'hi, can you make a replica of this exactly?' for a present sometime in the future.

fire starter

Dragon!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

summary: there’s a creature lurking behind your family’s lake cabin, but what will you do when it decides to start following you around?

written for @quinnnfabrgay-writes & @hauntedhowlett-writes #MONSTERSMASH24 challenge

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, human/monster relationship, magic transformation & magic elements, mention of drug consumption, one brief scare of possible animal attack, smutty thoughts, monster!smut, voyeurism/consensual voyeurism , masturbation (f), scent kink, oral (f receiving), mentions of mating, light size kink, monster!dick humping, no use of y/n, sweet & chaotic!Dieter

word count: 4.5k

a/n: so yeah I can’t believe I wrote this & I’M SO SORRY for posting it on the very last day of the challenge (pls forgive me) but here are are lol omg biggest thank you to @hauntedhowlett & @ahauntedcowboy for letting me scream about this, and to you, if you decide to read this, thank you so much ♡

The cozy cabin would be your home for the next few weeks during your break away from school before the new semester starts. You needed to get away, clear your head. It’s why your mom suggested taking a nice trip away to the family cabin your grandparents owned. Now the solitude, the comfort of the lake and the forest, all of it sounds healing.

Your luggage still sits inside and the place needs to be cleaned up a bit… but you happily stand on the patio looking out to glimmering water. The lake’s reflective dance and the stretching forest off to the side cloaking the cabin in a rustic dream make you exhale comforted.

Until sudden rustling comes off to the side among the bushes. Your eyes flicker, rapidly scanning the area.

“Beware of bears!” Your grandpa had joked on the phone, but he’s right. The wilderness held dangerous creatures.

You just never assumed a mythical beast would be one of them.

A dragon slowly lifts its head up from behind a shrub, and you wonder if you’re imagining things. A piece of you even thinks this is maybe a bad internet trend or prank video you’re caught in.

The dragon is beautiful with sleek horns. The scales shimmer a unique rustic ash color. But now with the hints of sunlight leaking through the trees the color on the scales become almost reflective of a duo chrome peacock green. The unflinching sharp eyes blinking at you are a deep tiger's eye gem brown.

“Don’t scream.” A voice suddenly says and you realize -

It’s the dragon talking.

“Is this a prank?” You blurt out worried about possibly being on a bad TikTok.

“If it is, it would be a really fucking good prank now that I think about it.” The dragon’s mouth barely moves, but you know it’s him speaking.

His voice is clearly human, smooth and aware.

“That’s a good animatronic then.” You nervously comment.

“I’m not an animatronic!” The dragon huffs even flaring his eyes upset. “I’m a real man! Or… dragon fuck. This is confusing.”

Slowly, you walk cautiously and backwards back to the cabin door.

“No wait!” The dragon rushes out of the bushes and the rest of his body follows revealing an intimidating creature, including a tail flickering nervously.

It seems real, doesn’t seem like a puppet, and you think something that moves this fluid can’t possibly be some robot left in the woods.

“I’m Dieter fucking Bravo. You gotta help me!” His voice becomes panicked, louder, scaring you.

You scramble back into the cabin, slam the door and try settling down. Because there possibly might be a real dragon outside your door.

After that you stay locked inside the cabin, almost afraid to move.

You swear soft whines come from outside the window, but you refuse to check and possibly find monster eyes gleaming out from the woods.

Once you’re calmed, you remember what the creature said.

The dragon yelled that he was Dieter Bravo. And the name sounds vaguely familiar.

So grabbing your phone, you start googling.

The news rushes in, bombarding you.

Oscar Winner Dieter Bravo Still Missing

You click the first article.

“Dieter Bravo is an eccentric man to say the least. But after two months with no communication to even his agents, people are now starting to get worried…”

No fucking way.

The more you deep dive, the more you become entangled in this web of the missing actor.

There’s even conspiracy theories arguing he was abducted by aliens.

“No guys he’s just filming that new marvel movie remember” someone comments on the YouTube video you watch.

That creature said he was Dieter Bravo. You can’t wrap your mind around the possibility the beast is the same man.

So the next morning, when the sun barely peeks through the clouds, you step outside. You glance around finding no sign of the dragon.

Even getting braver you walk off the patio and check around the cabin.

“Can I have some of whatever you cooked yesterday cause it smelled fucking amazing.”

You almost scream hearing the sudden inquisitive and smooth voice. The dragon’s snout peeks out from behind a thicket of trees, and sharp inquisitive eyes intently stare you down.

“You said you’re Dieter Bravo.” You demand surprisingly firm.

“It’s ‘cause I am!” He urges franticly, now whipping his full head up to stare at you. It’s a mind melt having a full on discussion with a dragon.

“What if you just ate him?” You narrow your eyes, still not convinced.

The dragon shrieks insulted and raises its head up more.

“I didn’t! Unless you count the times I bite my lip and swallow the dead skin or whatever!”

Soon the dragon starts listing off facts like Dieter’s birthday, the secret tattoo he has on his ass, he even says who his agent’s name is. It’s all rather convincing.

“Look,” he sighs, annoyed and lowers his head. “I was staying at one of the luxury cabins way the fuck past the hiking trails and wandered away… then I found some magic looking mushrooms by a tree and-”

“You ate unknown mushrooms from the forest?!” You interject sharp.

“They looked really good!” He whines. “And how was I to know they were actually real fucking magic mushrooms that would turn me into this?!” The dragon whips its scaled tail around to emphasize his point.

You almost get knocked off your feet.

So this dragon really is actor Dieter Bravo.

“How have you stayed hidden this long?” You ask stunned.

“Cause I’m a pro champion winner of hide and seek, duh.” He scoffs proud. “Plus there’s an abandoned bear cave I’ve started renting, and nobody has been out here for weeks.”

“That is until you showed up.” The dragon nudges towards you.

“So can you help me!? Please?” He quickly whimpers, staring up at you like a cat trying to plead for treats.

“How am I supposed to help you?!” You fire back confused.

“I don’t fucking know! But you’re the first person I’ve actually talked to in two months, and I just can’t think straight anymore!” He sobs dramatically, flinging his body onto the dirt forest floor now almost mimicking a toddler throwing a small tantrum.

“Listen, I almost had to eat a fucking possum you gotta help me!” Dieter continues to wail, and you shush him from drawing attention.

“Fine! I’ll try to help!” You agree hastily.

Before you can say anything, the dragon, no - Dieter, rushes forward and you almost scream.

He’s around the size of a large truck. Seeing such a large creature, a deadly one at that, rushing towards you activates a primordial fear.

Until his large face presses against your stomach.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He cries excessively.

“I’ll give you whatever you want! Take you to Oscar parties! Do you wanna meet like, fucking Hugh Jackman or someone else I think I can make that happen?!” His joy and relief are tangible in his rambling.

You laugh nervously, but feel more at ease.

And so a dragon follows you home.

He waits outside the cabin because he is too big to fully fit inside. But Dieter stays surprisingly close, even presses his nose against the window as if he’s a sad stray wanting to be let in.

Now you enjoy meals outside with him most days.

“So what brings a hottie like yourself to a creepy cabin in the woods?” He asks when you sit outside with him and almost choke on an inhale.

However, you do explain how this place is your grandparents and you’re simply staying here on a small break.

“Ah, a mini mental health retreat,” he says sagely, nodding his dragon head. “I dig it.”

That makes you grin.

A sort of ridiculousness bubbles in you whenever you google and search up websites about breaking spells or curses. But you have to believe a remedy, or something like it, exists especially when tangible magic now sits curled right beside you. Dieter’s head rests against your thigh while he breathes in and out with a steady rumble. The soft sunlight allows the delicate shimmer of his scales to dance beautifully.

You glance down to the dragon sleeping peacefully.

Dieter grew close to you instantly. You also hate to admit how fast you’ve bonded to him. He’s wildly easy to talk to and pretty funny. When you take walks by the lake he trots right besides you, not even bothered about being seen.

“If I wasn’t so worried about the government or aliens shooting me down or carrying me off to some sketchy ass lab, I’d take us flying.” Dieter comments one evening when you decide to simply enjoy the cool evening and shimmering stars above.

To prove a point, the dragon spreads open his wings to stretch them. They’re glorious, bat-like in their structure and towering over you in a mythical shade. You feel so small compared to him, but in a way that comforts you, almost like standing against the grandeur of many redwood trees.

“Honestly I don’t think you’d be that good a pilot anyway even as a dragon.” You tease.

He scoffs horrified. “Excuse me! I played a pilot in a Grey’s Anatomy episode. So I know how flying fucking works!”

You burst out laughing, buoyant.

You begin wondering if maybe Dieter imprinted on you, but realization creeps in that you’ve maybe done the same to him.

On warmer days when you want to enjoy the lake, you wait until the dragon wakes so you both can enjoy the water.

You jokingly tell him he looks like the lochness monster as he swims.

“Nessie’s got nothing on me.” Dieter huffs.

Then, he playfully swishes his tail in the water, creating a large wave that hits you with a cold splash. Immediately you childishly kick splash back at him.

The dragon snickers so human, and your heart jumps.

It’s getting harder to ignore the blooming affection growing more for him.

Dieter sleeps besides the cabin now, specifically your bedroom window. Because of that you try keeping sounds low due to his incredible hearing.

Mainly because you’ve been looking up videos of him, anything from his interviews, to compilations of his movie roles.

One scene of him in a ‘so bad it’s good’ 2000’s rom com has been replaying in your head for days. The way Dieter greedily grasps his love interest's cheeks, how he kisses deeply possessive and consuming like a raging storm -

You wonder if he always kisses like that.

He’s ridiculously handsome. Both as a human and… even as a dragon.

But you stomp those thoughts away. Dragon or not, he’s a celebrity, an actual actor who has been linked to other famous people.

He possibly wouldn’t even look your way.

“Hey,” Dieter perks up and moves to rest his large head across your tummy while you lounge in the hammock by the lake.

You halfway lie saying you’re just tired. Then a sudden fanged sense of curiosity possesses your fingers, and they move before you can stop. You trace along his sharp bone like horns then down to the scales of his face. They’re cool and sturdy to the touch.

Dieter closes his eyes, relaxing more against you.

He’s settled down more, mellowing out into a zen peaceful version of himself that isn’t pestering you about ideas on how to break the magic placed on him. You even feel more relaxed, especially with him here.

When you first decided on this small break, you were slightly worried about being alone for this long. Instead, like something out of a strange fairy tale, you now can't imagine being here without this strange creature.

Slowly, then all at once, Dieter becomes clingy.

Rapid in his curious questions, he’s annoying and ridiculous at times but still incredibly endearing to talk to. As twilight approaches in soft glory, the dragon shifts to curl around you, a scaled mythical barricade that refuses to let you leave.

“No…don’t go back in. Stay here with me.” He purrs. “It’ll be like a fun camping trip.”

You snicker, even though your heart races at his plea.

“Maybe next time.” You suggest, and Dieter pouts huffing out a puff of smoke in protest.

In the shower your mind wanders to some cheesy romance books your best friend once showed you.

One was about a witch who fell in love with an enemy dragon cursed to destroy her. That story had you in a chokehold. Especially the scene where the witch got affected by a spell that backfired. It made her aroused and the only way to dispel the effects was through sex. And of course her dragon enemy was the only one present who could help the witch.

An image flickers in your mind repeatedly of Dieter with his shimmering gemstone eyes and you clutching onto his horns as he -

Soon enough your back hits the shower wall and your fingers drift down as your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself to sink into that fantasy.

You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but a part of you… wants Dieter hear.

Your fingers curl and move, drawing out your arousal.

But then you hear it - a rumbled groan.

An embarrassed heat knocks into you.

That’s when you remember you left the window to the bathroom open. You’re about to apologize until Dieter speaks first.

He growls out your name, a whimper over the rush of the shower water.

“Oh, I can smell you.” His words slice through you and unleash a damn.

Your heart races, and your mind shuts down.

“More, gimme more please.” Dieter urges and your fingers pick up a frantic pace.

“Dieter.” You croak out his name.

“Fuck yeah.” The dragon pants, and you swear the walls shake a bit as if he’s trying to press past them, maybe even burst through to you.

“Shit baby, wanna eat you up so fucking bad.” Dieter slurs and knocks your climax out of your chest. You come fast.

“Fuck.” He now whines impatiently. “Want you more. Wish I could do more.”

You exhale trying to steady your breathing and also feel a tug of sympathy for him. You stay quiet, don’t know what else to do.

But after slipping into your pajamas, you notice Dieter has gone dangerously quiet.

So gathering up a bunch of blankets and pillows, you head outside deciding maybe to actually camp out with him.

Yet, in the stretching darkness, Dieter is nowhere to be found. Your heart breaks a bit.

The next morning Dieter is still missing.

You head to the small grocery supply store to grab a few items. The television talks about a storm approaching and you wonder if that’s why he left.

You spot a reasonably priced extra large tent, almost a canopy, that you maybe could use to keep Dieter safe and dry besides the cabin.

You hope he returns soon. As you struggle to try putting the tent together, the thunder rumbles in the distance.

Twigs snap and footsteps approach the path around the cabin. Slightly panicked, you start glancing out into the woods.

A part of you now hopes it's a dragon.

Unfortunately a mountain lion instead stares at you from among the tree line.

Your heart drops.

The large hunter stays still and so do you.

With your heart racing you slowly back away hoping to head back into the cabin.

But the large cat prowls forward out of the trees, a slow stalk.

Terror crawls all over your body.

A sinister rumble floats out into the air, and you think it’s the thunder getting worse.

That rumbling you mistook as thunder instead clearly floats into a terrifying growl.

You have to think it’s the mountain lion about to pounce any second.

Suddenly Dieter flies out of the trees. His maw is open wide, filled with shark sized sharp teeth. The beast lands before the prowler, a monster from a hellish nightmare.

The mountain lion bares its fangs, hissing loud and tries to swat its paw at Dieter. But the dragon remains unbothered and instead snapping his jaw shut towards the cougar almost trying to chomp at it.

It’s enough to frighten the large mountain cat, and it retreats away fast.

Dieter continues growling. His eyes are dangerous slits, a crystalized predator. You can’t move, too stunned to even think. But then your dragon blinks, coming back to his senses and rushes towards you.

He says your name worried as his face rubs all over you.

“Tell me you’re alright?! That stupid cat almost tried to attack you! I was so fucking close to biting his head off or shit charbroiling it-”

You reassure Dieter you’re alright, even wrap your arms around him best as you can.

You’ve never held him like this. His warmth in your embrace reminds you of a burning heartbeat, the thump of a flame too powerful to extinguish.

“Where were you? Where have you been?” You ask weakly.

“Didn’t wanna hurt you last night.” Dieter admits. “My mind…this dang freaky monster mind of mine kept telling me to do… things.”

You cautiously ask what.

He buries his large snout against you.

“Like fucking mate you.” He mutters, and your legs almost give out.

“Oh.” Dieter says and inhales deep. “Oh, damn… you like that huh?”

He can smell you, caught your wave of arousal already making you wet.

Soon enough he moves down, and you try to shoo him away until he presses his nostrils straight between your legs and inhales. You slap your hand over your mouth to stop the whimper that almost leaves you.

“I’m drooling.” Dieter slurs and even allows his mouth to stay open panting, a monster in heat. “God, you smell even better than last night.”

“Dieter.” You whisper.

“Please baby, please.” He pleads now gently nipping at your clothes with his sharp teeth.

“Don’t… I don’t want you doing this just because of your dragon brain taking over.” You fidget hearing your true feelings bubble out.

“No, I’m not! Promise.” Dieter says truthfully.

He even shifts his draconian face to place kisses against your thighs. “Would want you even as a man. Fuck it even got me messed up thinking how frustrated I was I couldn’t do shit with you as a man…”

“But now...” he drags his scaled nose up your legs, and your eyes close. “Kinda wanna enjoy being a dragon with you.”

“Wait…With me?” You asks a bit hesitant.

“Uh yeah.” He snorts. “Only you…Cause I trust you baby.”

Opening your eyes, your gaze meets Dieter’s peering up at you. A monster of devastating destruction and terror you just saw now at your knees so large, powerful, and beautiful.

Your hand caresses his face, and he closes his gem eyes.

You lie down within the half made tent. However, it creates a wonderful cave-like cover for you to slide into.

“What the crap is this?” Dieter nudges into the tarp as he wiggles as much as he can into the covering.

“Rain is coming, wanted to get something to keep you dry, you dick.” You playfully reply.

Dieter’s dragon eyes soften, pupils expanding like a cat’s, and he moves to nuzzle your neck. You lean back against him and exhale against his cool scales.

Then he descends, a beast ready to consume.

You think of the monster books your best friend lent you.

Now you can say it doesn’t do the truth justice.

After you slide off your shorts and underwear Dieter’s tongue, thin and slippery, long and precise with its movements, licks across your bare thighs. It traces against your skin leaving you wiggling wanting more.

Then he dives into you. His tongue slithers around your clit then wiggles into you, and your body snaps up galvanized by this unbelievable pleasure.

“Damn baby, this is incredible.” Dieter slurs drunk. “You’re incredible.”

You get it. It feels like your body is going to melt off your bones. Then his sharp dragon teeth very gently nip at your thigh, and your mind blanks.

When your climax hits he greedily slurps it up. You whine a bit overstimulate when he continues lapping at you.

“Mate,” he mutters. “Wanna mate you so bad.”

You softly coo at him, running your hand against his horn.

This idea has been infesting your mind for weeks. Now it’s here.

“Turn on your back for me.” You softly tell Dieter who effortlessly moves, doing as he’s told. Now he’s the one lying down covered by the half canopy.

On his back you’re smitten by the sight of his soft colored underbelly.

Then his monstrous large cock makes your mouth water and body shiver. You knew it would. But now you realize there’s no way his very rigged and large cock could fit inside you.

“Don’t even know if I can fit.” Dieter whimpers. Pre-cum starts pebbling, leaking, at the head of his cock and you already ache to taste.

“Shh…” you comfort him again, kissing the scales along his belly.

“I have an idea.” You whisper low.

Even with your weak and slightly shaky legs you manage to climb on top of him.

Then you settle down, resting on him. Both you and Dieter instantly moan.

“Fuck, already feel you. You’re so warm.” he sobs.

“You too.” You hiccup. His cock is heated, throbbing against you.

Then you grind your hips, dragging your pussy down against him, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Dieter’s growls shatters the air, and you try to soothe him, settle his noises. But it’s hard, even for you. The more you grind and hump against him, you can’t even silence yourself. His rigged cock feels divine rubbing against you. Soon enough it’s simply you and him melting into each other.

You grind and grin, speeding up your hips. You’re lost in the pleasure, lost in the molten fire scorching your skin that before you know it, you come and pleasure crashes into you a consuming wave. Dieter moans, a half mixed noise so human yet monstrous.

“I’m… I’m gonna-” He growls, unable to even speak.

“Give it to me, please.” You beg.

When he comes it’s hot, sticky and there’s so much. But you feel beautifully dizzy and drunk, especially as his cum pools against your thighs sticking to your skin. It’s dirty, raw, but incredible.

Especially as Dieter shifts to now have you lying below him and his wings open up to create their own canopy against you, shielding you from the world.

After cleaning him and yourself up with your discarded shorts, your dragon curls against you

“Holy shit balls,” Dieter exhales with his warm breath that tickles. “That was the hottest kinkiest sex I’ve ever had. Didn’t think you’d have it in you. When can we do it again?”

You playfully swat at him.

“Hey, it’s all a compliment! I’m saying it was hot as fuck!” He argues and you snicker, but now in Dieter’s warmth exhaustion creeps in cozy and effortless.

The thunder rumbling becomes a soft lullaby mixing in with the content purr thundering from your dragon.

You turn and rest your face against the side of Dieter’s massive muzzle. Placing a soft kiss against his scales, you let your eyes close.

You rest safe with your dragon’s keep.

Soft raindrops falling against your legs waking you up wearily. You’re thankful at least half the tent keeps you covered as the rain pours down.

But you now notice you’re missing one dragon.

Instead the most handsome man you’ve ever seen sleeps besides you, curled against your shoulder while he snores.

Dieter’s utterly gorgeous. Peacefully resting, mouth slightly open, you ache to trace his sharp nose. His fluffy hair looks like an adorable bird's nest. You’re so in awe of this unreal man it takes you a moment to realize he’s a dragon no more.

You yelp surprised and bolt up from him.

“Wha? Whazzit?” Dieter wearily asks waking up.

“Dieter, Dieter wake up.” You urge, and he yawns as he stretches.

“Ready to go for another round huh, honey cakes?” He smirks sleepy but coy at you.

Then his eyes go wide as he realizes it too.

He shrieks, scrambling to sit up.

His hands press against his body and even glances down between his legs.

“Phew! Had to check my dick just to make sure, but we’re good.”

You roll your eyes until his wide beautiful earthen ones turn to you.

“I’m a real boy again!” He cries then gathers you into his arms squeezing you tight.

“Sex broke the spell!” Dieter declares, and you excitedly laugh rubbing his gorgeous back.

“You broke my spell.” He softer says, rubbing his nose into the top of your head.

“I don't know if it was me…but glad I could help.” You hug him back.

“Okay, as fuckin’ cool as it was being a dragon, and yes I’m already messing my dragon dick, I didn’t realize how much I missed being human. Like… I’ve just been wanting to hold you.”

His words are ridiculous, perfectly Dieter all while being endearing. You snort, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Rain pours down harder, slipping into the collapsing tent. Laughing and getting soaked in the downpour, you finally let Dieter inside the cabin. He of course happily follows you eagerly.

A knock at the door wakes you the next morning, breaking your soft spell among the blanket’s warmth and Dieter arms.

A park ranger and police officer stand on the other side of the door.

“Sorry to bother you this morning,” the park ranger sounds sincere and apologetic. Then he gives a look to the officer.

“But uh… have you… seen any weird suspicious activity around these parts?”

You’re a bit confused, and the officers must see that in your face.

The cop sighs. “A man came in yesterday screaming that he saw a dragon fly over while he was on the hiking trail nearby.”

A bark of a laugh escapes you, and you apologize for the outburst.

“No, it’s alright. It is kinda ridiculous to think about.” The park ranger warmly reassures you.

“No officers I’m sorry I haven’t seen anything of the sorts.” You relay to them.

“The only bad dragon around these parts is me.”

You sigh already tempted to shove Dieter away. In your soft robe he slinks his arms across your shoulder with a sleepy yawn.

The police officer and park ranger now stare like gaping open mouth fishes seeing the missing actor.

“You’re…you’re…-”

“Yeah, yeah I know who I am.” Dieter interjects, waving his hand casually. “And I’m not missing. Nor did the aliens take me as much as I hoped they would.”

He moves to curl against you more. “Just been here with my hot new girlfriend that’s all.”

The title sets your heart on fire. The officers wish you a good day. The park ranger even asks for an autograph from Dieter, which he of course gives.

“Now, if you excuse me, I gotta show my baby the real dragon here in the woods.” Dieter says without shame even winks and you shriek embarrassed, apologizing profusely.

You chide Dieter smacking his chest as he snickers proud.

“Come on,” he urges, nibbling at your cheeks. “Let me show my mate how badly I need her.”

You can’t argue with that.

Later that night falling asleep again in his arms you notice the same dragon rumble still deep in Dieter’s chest, a blissful rumbling purr.

#the bubble #oneshot #read #author: kedsandtubesocks

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