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How would Rung, Ultra Magnus, Cyclonus and Megatron react to hearing crying coming from the human's habsuite when they're passing by

Rung is unable to ignore the sounds of your soft crying once he recognizes them. He knocks politely on the door to your habsuite and only enters after you have given him permission. He asks you if you would like to talk but doesn’t press you if you aren’t in the mood. Rung offers you a shoulder to cry on and rubs gentle circles along your back until you fall asleep.

Ultra Magnus is immediately on alert. Why are you crying? Who did this? Which unruly mech is in need of a swift reprimand and a night in the brig? It’s out of the norm for Ultra Magnus to enter your room without knocking first but he charges in and demands the name of the one responsible. (It doesn’t even occur to him you could be crying for any other reason)

Cyclonus is not one to intrude on what he recognizes to be a private matter. He might linger by the door but not for long. He does, however, keep a closer eye on you. When you ask him why he’s hanging around so much the following day, he does not answer and he does not leave.

Megatron is also one to linger, but he does not enter your room. He does not feel that he has the right. He will leave, eventually, all the while attempting to banish away thoughts of you and the sad broken sounds coming from you. He is unsuccessful.

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Listen, he loves you and is willing to take as many baby steps towards progression as possible but this worry of yours is particularly ridiculous to him

Of course Aizawa is going to put you in a position you can escape, his unamused expression putting more of a demanding tone for you to talk to him about these concerns. Maybe it's the way he constantly yawns around you or just generally looks disinterested but nevertheless Aizawa will go out of his way to ensure you he doesn't dislike you

Quite the opposite actually, hed want you besides him at all times if he didn't already attract danger, to spend each second of the day with your voice to sooth him through the roughness of a single day. Kitten you are far from annoying, your his dearest and he doesn't want you thinking that way anymore, next time come to him when you have these thoughts to he can kiss them away

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hxh adult trio eating 🐱 headcanons ? this is my first time ever requesting something and i love ur work sm 😁🫶🏽

Adult Trio Eating Pussy Headcanons

Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo x AFAB!Reader

Illumi Zoldyck

He approaches oral like how he approaches an assassination.

Assess the area, find a weak point, attack.

Loves spreading you open and watching your tight cunt clench around nothing.

He knows exactly what's gonna make you writhe and moan and squeal for him. Illumi also knows what's gonna get you to beg him for more.

He loves to be a tease, mainly because it gives him more time to taste you and breathe in your scent.

Tug on his hair. Do it. He'll go insane and suck your clit until you're squirting in his mouth.

Hisoka Morow

Such a damn tease. He wants you to beg for his tongue.

Loves the smell of your cunt, and will tell you. He revels in the way you get all embarrassed when he says how good you smell.

Laps at you like kitten drinking milk. Edges you until your legs are trembling, then completely overstimulates you by sucking at your clit and shoving his tongue inside you.

Hisoka will give you orgasm after orgasm, devouring every drop of cum you give him.

He expects to be rewarded for his kindness and will either fuck your twitching cunt or make you take his cock down your throat.

Chrollo Lucilfer

Despite his put together demeanor, this man eats pussy like he's starving.

He's so messy, but manages to lick and suck at every sensitive spot.

Chrollo would happily spend hours with his head between your legs, mapping out every inch of your cunt with his tongue.

He wants to make sure you're thoroughly satisfied.

He'll crawl up from between your legs to kiss you, cum and spit smeared across his cheeks.

It's definitely a delicious sight, seeing a man that's always so pristine, covered in slick with a blush across his cheeks.

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Hi could you do more piccolo x reader Headcanons? Pls and ty

Dating Piccolo Headcanons

(Includes 18+)

• He doesn't like it when you go AWOL and don't respond to his texts for a long amount of time. Once, you fell asleep midday and he got so concerned you found him standing (rather stoicly) outside you front door.

• Piccolo LOVES it when you run your hands up his neck. That IS A Namekians reproduction organ, after all.

• Sometimes, he can be a little TOO serious. While you both played Mario Kart he began monolguing on how this was 'pointless and unrealistic' - but that's probably because he was losing.

• Piccolo is obsessed with your thighs. Digging his dark nails into them, rubbing his large palm in circles against your plush skin- your thighs are enough for his ear tips to flush lilac.

• His vline is utterly intoxicating when he's roaming around the house shirtless in the hot summer heat. When he moves, all the muscles in his lower stomach tense and move with his hips. The same muscles tense when you manage to coax an organ out of him.

• You're obsessed with rhe way he bares his fangs. When he's annoyed at a particularly tough thing he's doing, when he's training, when he's irritated, when he's.. spilling over your fist- *cough cough*

• Piccolo tries not to get soft around you- but some nights he cuddles up into your chest and speaks a little softer than usual.

• He LOVES having sex outdoors. He can ping your clothes into lingerie at any given moment and bend you over a boulder whenever her wants.

•His cape makes an AMAZING blanket.

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hey!! is it alright if i asked for like a fluffy 'nd angsty kinda songfic with the reader referring or viewing the bay!tmnt with the lyrics, "your beauty never, ever scared me." by Ghost's Mary On A Cross? (bc im pretty sure they all share an insecurity abt their specie and physical appearance yk but reader loves n reassures them ,, thank you!!! <3)

I absolutely agree, they definitely have a lot of insecurities about how they look.

I'm doing this as a Turtle of Choice thing, so you can imagine your favorite dude <3

This is heavily inspired by @turtle-babe83 post about insecurities but for the S/O not from the boys. (Please click the link her works are so good!)

Turtles x Gn!reader

Beauty

Word Count: 822

Warnings: insecure turtles, them being soft bois, established relationship, first "I love yous", spelling mistakes

Summary: after hearing a lyric from your favorite song, your boyfriend opens up.

Spring cleaning.

Worst time of the year because it comes right after seasonal depression and cabin fever which beat your ass. Every. Single. Year.

But now you had a boyfriend to help with all your chores and keep you...mostly...on track.

He offered a helping hand when needed, willing to do anything and everything you asked. Even if it was just sitting on your bed whole you folded laundry.

He knew you struggled a lot and if he could help you in any way he would.

Now it was late evening, the sun was setting, turning the sky pink, orange, and purple, and small stats were appearing in the sky.

You two were washing the dishes, listening to your favorite Playlist. You would scrub and rise the dishes then hand them to him, he would dry them and then put them away.

It was a perfect system, keeping you focused but making it a little fun. You'd tell him about your day, why this plastic cup was your favorite, or why you loved a certain song.

He found it so endearing listening to you talk about your interests and to do simple mundane things with you.

"Oh, I love this one!" You happily start humming and mouthing the words.

It was cute watching his face try to figure out if he knew the song and try to hear the words. His brows furrowed and he gently swayed to the music.

"It's from tiktok," You lean in, whispering as if it were some great secret.

He nodded, the gears finally clicking in his head.

"I would've gotten it," He mumbled, drying off a glass cup and putting it in the corner cabinet by your side.

"Eventually," You add, nudging his arm playfully. He laughed, taking the plate from your hands.

"Oh, this line reminds me of you," You gently touch his arm. He lowers his arms, still holding the towel and plate, listening to the song coming from your small speaker.

🎶"Your beauty never ever scared me," 🎶

You saw the moment the words registered in his mind. The way his mouth opened slightly, his eyes going slightly wide, the sharp inhale.

"That-that line?" He asked, cautiously. "Reminds you of me?"

You nod, as if it were something simple.

"But....But, I'm, well you know," Setting the plate down he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"What? Incredibly handsome? Yes I know,"

"No, I mean," You could tell from his tone he was being serious. You turned off the sink and set your dishcloth down.

"I'm not human, Y/n, I'm a...I'm a turtle and I can't ever give you things that normal people can,' He held up his hands, fingers splayed as if he didn't recognize them.

"You've given me more than I could ever want," You gently touch his forearm, meeting his eyes. "More then I've ever gotten from a "normal" relationship, you're my everything,"

"But I-" He tried to fight again, feeling his stomach and chest tighten with anxiety.

"You are the love of my life, my best friend and everything I could ever want from a partner. I don't care that you're a turtle, I don't care that you're green or have two fingers or a shell. You have a massive heart and one of the kindest souls I have ever met. You have an amazing family that loves you dearly and you make me so happy." Your hand came up, two fingers pushing his lips together to stop him. "I love you and I couldn't imagine my life without you,"

Your voice cracked, lowering your hand as he exhaled.

"I love you too," He was quick to respond, leaning in and pulling you in for a tight embrace. "You've given me everything too,"

Burying your face in his neck, you both stand there for a moment, just enjoying each other's warmth.

"How about we make a deal," You offer, pulling away from him slightly, still in his large arms. "I promise to work on my insecurities, and you promise to work on yours as well. Because we don't have to do this alone and we can rely on one another for whatever we need," looking up at him you press your chin on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"Deal," He leaned down, you pressed up on your tip toes and gave him a big kiss. Showing him how much you love and care for him.

"Hey," He pulled away, rubbing his nose against yours.

"'Hey' what?" You ask, pecking his lips then the tip of his nose.

"I love you," He murmured, giggling softly.

"I love you too," You laugh with him, kissing him again. And again. And again.

You kissed him enough times to wash away any and all negative thoughts he'd ever had. Reminding him how much he meant to you. How much you cared for him. How much you loved him.

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Hitoshi checks on you after a fight with a villain.

550 words

Amazing art by @bythevay

As much as your head pounded, you couldn’t stop the scene that replayed repeatedly in your mind. It happened so fast, but you swear you remembered every second.

You chased the villain into the warehouse where you two proceeded to brawl. The villain got the best of you for just a moment, but it was enough of an opening that he slammed your head against the wall.

Quick to strike back you turned and swung, but the villain was missing leaving you to crash onto the floor from your own momentum. Sitting on the floor, you looked up dumbstruck.

Hitoshi had come to the scene and subdued the villain. Pinning him to the floor he asked, "Are you done fighting back?"

Not understanding who he was dealing with the villain barked back, "Not even close!"

To which his pupils vanished, and eyes glazed over white, under the influence of Hitoshi's quirk. Villain captured and frozen in place, Hitoshi rushed over to you.

Kneeling in front of you his lavender gaze fell on you, as he fumbled with his mask. He was saying something to you, but it fell on deaf ears. It was like a scene from a dumb sitcom, all you saw was the light that danced around him, and the breeze that swayed his purple locks.

He continued to speak but you processed none of it, lost in his appearance. Maybe it was because you hit your head, but you swore you saw little sparkles around him.

“Does that plan sound good?” He asked to confirm with you.

“What?” You asked dumbly, finally snapping back into reality.

“Hm? Did you hit your head hard?” He asked running a thumb over the red mark appearing on your forehead.

Your skin heated up under his touch, “No I’m fine, sorry. Tell me again.”

Hitoshi told you his plan once more for corning and capturing the rest of the villains. The two of you effortlessly worked together to finish the job.

A day had passed, and you still couldn't get the events off your mind. You had known Hitoshi for years, what was so different now? Was it seeing him all dolled up in his hero costume in action? Or the fact that he came to your rescue?

No. Countless other heroes had aided you in combat before, so what was it?

Whatever it was you couldn't get the image of him perched over you out of your mind. The way his eyes flashed with concern when he inspected your injury, and the way his thumb trailing across your skin sent shivers through your body.

Hitoshi was at home wondering himself what that encounter had been about. You were always a professional and extremely talented hero. He knew it was rare to see you falter for a moment like he did yesterday.

More importantly, that look you gave him for those few seconds. He couldn’t stop wondering what it was about. If only he’d looked in the mirror, he’d realize it’s the same starstruck look he has when he looks at you.

Deciding not to fight it anymore he pulled out his phone to text you.

[Hitoshi]: How is your head?

[You]: Why don’t you come over and find out 😘?

[Hitoshi]: Address?

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FILL ME UP ! — BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. he thinks you look so pretty with his cum dripping from your pussy.

⟡ feat. aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, kirishima eijirou, dabi, takami keigo.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cum eating.

⟡ xoxo, juno: i’m sorry this is so short ): the past 72 hours have been horrible hahah

— MIDORIYA IZUKU.

unsurprisingly, he wants to get you pregnant someday; he cums the hardest whenever he thinks about filling you up with his cum and picturing your swollen belly.

“ah, baby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum— fuck! where do you want it?” izuku stutters, hips jerking wildly as pleasure zaps through him like lightning.

“inside, ‘zuku..”

“a-are you sure?” his voice rises in surprise and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you thrust your ass into his pelvis. your eyes are hooded when you turn, tossing him a look over your shoulder that has him spilling inside of you with a desperate whine.

izuku cums so much that it starts to run down the length of his cock, so he collects the excess on his fingers before rubbing his sticky fingers against your clit.

you moan lowly, “fuck it deep, izu.”

with a shaky nod and a tight grip on your hips, he complies, thrusting into you hard. despite having cum already, he feels his cock throb, eager to fill you up again.

“can i cum again, please? need to fill you up!”

— BAKUGŌ KATSUKI.

he fills you up because he has a possession kink.. in his mind, cumming inside you makes you his. he’ll take photos/videos of you dripping with his cum and jerk off to it later.

“s-shit, your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” katsuki grits out, pressing into the backs of your thighs to make the mating press a little closer. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet dangling, gold anklet with a ‘k’ he gave you catching the afternoon light through the window.

you grin up to him, before pleasure washes over your whole body and your face falls as you moan. “go ahead and fill it up, kat.. i need it so badly.”

“shit, you’re not on the pill.” crimson eyes are full of worry and thoughtfulness.

“i don’t fucking care,” you groan, your eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock presses deep inside you, in just the right place.

katsuki doesn’t doubt you, or object — after all, he wants to fill you up. but why are his balls clenching at your words, his cock spilling cum deep inside you so quickly?

you feel his cock tighten inside you before heat is gushing all over you, sending you right into your own orgasm. he pulls back to stare, watching wide eyed as his cum drips out of your fluttering hole.

“fuck, you’re so good. i’ll never be able to pull out again, god.”

— KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

he loves to make you as messy as possible, and then he’ll lick it all up.

“mmmh, ‘m still sensitive eiji..” your words come out as a soft mewl as your boyfriend spreads your legs open eagerly.

“wanna taste,” eijirou mumbles, eyes hooded as he notices your hole clench on nothing as he licks smeared cum off your thigh. “i also wanna make you cum again, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” you stutter when he drags his tongue along the sides of your pussy, collecting your squirt and his own cum on his tongue. eijirou swallows, kissing your clit with a quiet moan before he’s licking a stripe between your folds.

when he hears you whimper at the light touch, he fights off a smile and dips his tongue inside you easily. he tastes the bitterness of his own cum and the sweetness of your slick, and lets out a groan as his cock throbs against the bed beneath him.

“god.. ‘s good.” he doesn’t hesitate to pull back, pressing his tongue flat against your clit. then he slides his fingers into you, looking up at you eagerly. eijirou’s eyes meet yours, and he grins at just how shy you look.

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you squirt again, yeah? focus on me.”

— DABI [TODOROKI TŌYA].

whenever tōya’s feeling jealous, he fills you up and makes you cry.. sometimes he likes to fuck you on top of a building or in an alleyway during pro-hero hawks’ patrols.

“you gotta scream for me, doll,” tōya hisses before biting into your shoulder while his grip on your neck gets tighter.

face burning with horniness and head spinning, you let out a long whine, and it echoes in the secluded alleyway. “fill me up and make me yours, tōya!”

he ignores the rustle of feathers from above, and only fucks into you harder. a thin sheen of sweat gleams on the darkened skin of his chest, the staples shining even more in the light.

tōya thinks you look beautiful like this, back against the wall and oh so pliant — letting him bounce you on his cock, or fuck your hole until all you can slur out is his name.

“louder. let the whole city know who’s fuckin’ you, doll.”

— TAKAMI KEIGO.

though he’s human, his bird-like quirk influences so much about him, such as his food choices, interests, and the way he likes to fuck.

vermillion wings rustle beneath you as you ride keigo’s cock into oblivion. his head is thrown back, golden tufts spread out on the car seat around it; above, your holding down both of his wrists tightly.

“lemme touch you, dove, come onnn.”

“no,” you gasp after a particularly deep stroke, “you’re just g-gonna bounce me up ‘nd down, and i want to ride you.”

your eyes close tightly as you languidly drag yourself up and down, pussy squeezing him so tight he feels like he’s about to burst. slowly, he feels himself thicken, approaching his high.

it’s as if a switch is flipped.

without even holding your hips and waist, keigo slams his hips upwards into you, stretching out your pussy almost mercilessly.

“keigo! that’s not— fuck!” your voice breaks off into a gasp, tits bouncing as he fucks you hard.

“g-gotta fill you up, dove.” his golden eyes are dark, swirling with some kind of breeding instinct. his wings are fluttering now, beating the air so strongly that goosebumps rise on your skin.

keigo’s entire body lurches beneath you as he chokes out a groan, “nghhh— i’m cumming, shit..”

his cock spills inside of you, effectively filling you up. however, he makes no move to pull out. when you start to sit up, he stops you.

“mm mm. let’s let it sit for a while, ‘nd i’ll stay inside, alright?”

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Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's

A/N: "The Yandere's", meaning as many yandere's i think I can characterize as yandere's as perfectly as possible without burning myself out. Also, are the pictures too much?????? Also, I couldn't find a good pic for Sugu without picking the one where he's literally going insane LMAOOO. Love how my semi-debut for my yandere characterization for him is shown w a not so pleasant picture of him(they're all perfect). Anyways, this is probably gonna be my most chaotic, yet organized, post about jjk ever. I have a solid plan and will go through with it. It's friday and this is me "letting loose" before the weekend. Also, the first love story will be pulled from my own experience. With multiple twists to it to make it sound as interesting as possible.

SCENARIO:

"Mmmm. I remember my first love." You hum in a pleasant tone as you start to reminisce events of who you first gave your heart to. "I loved him so much, it was insane. Because....we grew up with each other. We used to be like this." You twist your fingers together, smiling at him as you explain. "He was an embodiment of me, as I was of him. I don't remember a time we weren't friends. I think it helps to mention that our mom's were friends and they were neighbors. So....we've always known each other. He's a year older than me."

You two were out in the park on the grass. He suggested a little picnic together, hoping to bring you two closer so he could possibly make more moves to be more than a friend. But you were so oblivious to it, even going as far as talking of your first love as if you still missed this stupid asshole.

"I still miss him." You go silent for a few seconds and stare down at the checkered blanket, smiling. He gapes a little and resists the urge to scoff. "We both loved playing video games, we watched the same tv shows, went to the same elementary school....a lot of things happened between us. He didn't like me back, though. I confessed to him when I was 9 and he said no." You laugh. "But even then, I still loved him. I still feel it, too. For some reason, my love for others doesn't really go away. Just sits at the bottom of my heart to make more room for others."

You sigh and continue talking about the guy. "He just grew more and more....attractive as I grew up. I am pretty sure he's why I have my type that I have in men currently. He's very tall....a deep voice." You sigh, closing your eyes to remember. "Relaxed, closed off.....I heard him on the phone when our moms were talking a month ago. He sounds....so different. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if I saw him again." In real time, he watched you unravel slowly to show how.....inf*tuated you were with this guy. You were so focused on naming his qualities. As if you could picture him perfectly in your mind.

"I'm so glad we don't talk to each other anymore. I ruined our relationship. Said a few inappropriate things I shouldn't have said at the wrong time. I haven't spoken to him in....6 years. And I'd rather it stay that way, honestly. Because he's a rather boring person outside of his physical attributes. But I have attachment issues." You pick up one of the snacks laid out between the two of you. "Yeah. I'm done talking about him. I would rather not think of him anymore."

YANDERE REACTIONS:

Sukuna:

Sukuna was baffled. Anger, frustration, fear, and even jealousy kept his tongue from moving. He thought this moment wouldn't ever happen in his life. He thought this wasn't a possibility. Your extreme disloyalty to him was what made him clench his hands in anger. But if he rationally thought about this, you don't know. You don't know how much he loves you. How much the Ryomen Sukuna loves you. You were supposed to be his in all lifetimes. He felt like he absolutely knew you were pure. You smelled pure and your energy felt pure when he first met you. So why were you fixing your mouth to say such disgusting and unfaithful words to him as if he wasn't right there?

He wanted to ask you if you've been trying to give yourself to him like a whore, but he knew that was just him overreacting. He wouldn't ever say such things to you, anyways. He wanted to change for you and was trying, starting with these stupid little date settings he knew you loved. A fucking park. And here he was being stabbed in the chest multiple times without your knowledge of it. It was all your doing.

He might be human in this lifetime. He might be nothing but a mere human for you to toy with freely, and he would let you do it to him. But he would never allow a puny roach get in the way of getting what he deserves. He deserves you and he will have you, one way or another. And if that means cutting a small piece of your heart out just to keep the rest, then so be it. He can't have any piece of you in him. Just thinking about him makes another vessel pop in his body somewhere. He will kill this thing.

Kento:

Maybe he was overbearing. He really just couldn't help but feel insecure. There should be no real reason for you to bring up a man from the past. Someone that should clearly be out of your mind. Was he boring? What did that fool have that he didn't? And why did you mention it while you two were on this date??(It wasn't a date, but it felt like it to him) Maybe he was too plain. Men like him were just smokers and loners, of course you'd bring up someone else that can satiate your desire for real love. It's all because he couldn't. Not in the way you want to be loved.

But he knew, he knew that he was enough. He knew he was your type as well, so, what did you mean by he was the type you have in men?? What does that mean for him? Will you use him and throw him away? He doesn't want to be used and tossed out like trash. He wanted to be yours forever. He wanted to be your man. Your man. He wanted to be your lover, your obsesser and the one you obsess over, not that imbecile. He wanted to be skin to skin, he wanted to be under your skin, he wanted to make his mark on you and for you to do the same to him. He deserves your love. But here you are expressing it for another man you haven't even spoken to in over 6 years. He deserves that type of commitment, there's nothing he's done to deserve it this late.

"I love you." The words slip out like oil on water. And it makes his heart oh, so much lighter.

Suguru:

"Heavens. I'm glad you aren't talking with him now." Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, peeling off more strawberry leaves for you. "This is why." He points with the strawberry at the people walking past and then gives you the strawberry. "This is why I don't want you talking with them. They do this to hold you in their clutches, I've seen it." Suguru sighs as he recalls your story in his mind. Jesus, was it trying to hypnotize you? If so, it was working. No worries, it won't be around to mess with your mind much longer.

"They actively lie, they laze around, let their emotions control them, and then try to manipulate you to stay with them to be their stepping stool." He brushes your hair back neatly, and you scrunch your eyebrows at his words. "But I know you're better than him. Better than all of them." He calls out your name and stares into your eyes with a look that makes you flustered. What is his problem?

"You are the light. You are one of the most strongest and intelligent sorcerers I have seen of this time. You hold up your potential and continue to blow my mind with how beautiful your soul is. I am constantly drawn to you and your energy, I never get enough of it. I don't ever want to hinder you and I don't want anyone else to hinder your energy. That's why I will kill that filthy animal that tried to touch you." It's scary, the way he maintains eye contact with you and spits the nastiest insult about the man you once loved with your whole heart.

"I can't wait to get to know you better. You've been teaching me so much. Maybe you can tell me about your favorite nature spots and we can relax there whenever you're free. And sometime later, I could also take you to meet my family. You'll love my two daughters." He laughs lightly, knowing Nanako and Mimiko would adore finally having a real mother worth of raising them. Together, you and him would be unstoppable.

Choso:

Choso was finished with peeling the mandarin for you. You kind of were confused about how he went about doing this, though. Because all over his lap were the smallest bits of mandarin peels you've ever seen. But the mandarin looked perfect. He obviously took his time. He handed it to you softly, smiling. You accept it happily and begin peeling.

He was surprised he didn't rip the thing apart then and there. Maybe be should peel things more often. The way you so freely spoke about your love for another man when your soulmate was sitting right next to you, peeling fruit open for you was preposterous. He needed a hug. A lemonade, had to kill someone, something. But he stopped killing people for you(secretly), so he has to resort to acting like he's peeling off that devil's skin. Starting from where the shiny skin first shows. The first piece is always the hardest to pick off and it's hard to choose where to begin. But soon enough, the color underneath began to show. He slowly picked off every. Little. Piece. He heard a yelp of pain and cries of "sorry's" in his head for every piece.

Every single little piece made the air smell more and more sweet and tangy. The more you spoke, the faster he picked. The stronger the smell was. So citrus-y and delicious. It made him smile. He loved peeling this mandarin. Then picking off white strips connected to the mandarin itself, so that it was smoother and you had no access peel. Like veins, they came off one by one. He simply stared at it when he was done. Smooth, perfect. Scattered remains laying everywhere on his lap.

He's never felt this way before. What were you doing to him? What is this twisting feeling in his gut that makes him want to puke? Why can't he breathe? Why does he want to kill the kids and mothers at the playground not too far away? He needs you to calm him down.

He hates this park.

"Here you go, angel." He hands it to you, smiling. You looked a little confused at first, but then took it from him, opening it to take a slice. "Oh, this looks real nice, Cho. ......Why are you smiling like that?" He shrugs, picking up one of the strawberries you brought from your place. "Like what...?"

Toji:

Toji was silent. The awkward silence he was creating between the two of you made you nervous. He was sitting close to you, leaning over to you, his arm supporting his weight behind your back with your shoulder touching his chest. He was just staring down at the bowl of strawberries. ".....Toji?" Your soft voice made him sigh.

No, he couldn't do it. Killing you won't kill the pain and anger in his chest. This was probably the angriest he's ever been. He wanted to shout at you to apologize for how you were making him feel. But what he really wanted was to feel your lips on his and for you to shut the fuck up. For some reason, every time you open your mouth, it always ends with him degrading further and further off the side of sanity and just going completely ballistic.

You saw his hand on his hip. The hip that wasn't actually his hip, but was his gun he was resting his hand on. He would feel so much better if those shrieking rats would shut up. Fucking rodents running around you two freely like he wasn't about to ruin everyone's day.

He wouldn't say he was often traumatized, but he could've went his whole life without hearing that story. Now he has to find a random man and kill him for stealing your heart. I mean, the least the bastard could've done was reciprocate his feelings and not leave you feeling helpless. "I could treat you better than that dick." You flinch at his words before smiling, averting your gaze as well. "Oh....." He leans in closer to your face. "Where does he live, huh? Is it the prick with the glasses?" "No?" "The one you work with?" "I-I told you I haven't-" "Eh, whatever. I'll find him and kill him." He smiles at your bashfulness and grabs a few strawberries from the patch.

Sometimes he forgets you don't care much for how he says things. If the right message gets across, you usually don't mind how he says it. But he just blatantly threatened to kill him. You grab the leafless strawberries from his hands and begin eating. Nah. You were his, for sure. He sighs and lays down on the blanket, staring up at the blue sky.

Satoru:

Satoru nodded along with your words, his hands trembling. When you smiled, he did. When you sighed, he would, too. And when you finished your story, he had to swallow the thick bile in his throat. You were just....recalling old memories, that's all. Nothing else. He tried to focus on the grass blades he felt through the blanket. He tried to focus on the sounds of the kids running around squealing.

He watched you eat some of the cold grapes he brought you. They were big, and you praised him lightly for finding such a great batch. He nods quietly and stares down at his lap. Everything was fine. You were fine, and so was he. "Satoru...?" Honey dripping naturally in your voice makes his head turn automatically. The worry etched on your face made the strings holding his mind together break one by one. "Are you alright..? You're sweating."

Nothing was fine. He can't believe you just said that to him. Why would you..? Why did...? Why?.....wait, why?? Why??? Why why why why why why WHY would you do that? Why would you say that to him? He sacrificed so much for you. He killed all of the assassins that went after you when the higher ups found out about you and him getting closer. He paid off your parent's debt secretly. He paid your rent. He woke up early in the mornings to talk to you because he knows you like to wake up to see the sunset. He memorized all of your schedules when you have special weeks, special breaks, he memorized all days that you memorized, he knows what mattress you like to sleep on, he knows how you like certain foods to be seasoned, he knows your favorite weather and season, he didn't fucking learn all of this about you for nothing!! WHY don't you ever appreciate everything he's ever done for you? Why don't you notice him? Why don't you love him? He stalks you every day to understand the type of man you would want to live under your roof and be under your covers and that wasn't enough.

He's been so alone all of his fucking life. No one understood him like you do. He couldn't help but open his ribcage, breaking them off of his body to one by one to let you touch his hot beating heart with your cold fingers. He wants you inside of his heart forever and never let you go, can't you understand that? He hasn't slept in three days, predetermining what he was going to say to you during this picnic, and you tell him that?? Just fucking kill him. Kill him, kick his face, spit on him, ruin him like you're doing now. He clearly doesn't matter.

"Satoru??"

He's supposed to be the one you compare playing video games with, he is supposed to be the one you watch the same tv shows with, he was supposed to go to the same school as you!! His skin is on fire, he can't breathe, his mind hurts, the grass blades are irritating his skin and the children are making his migraine worse. Are you saying something? He can't hear you. His ears are ringing.

He wants to be him. He wants to rip open the skin and spine of the man who lived in your soul since the dawn of time and crawl into his body to experience what he experienced. He wants to do all of those things with you as kids and live with you, grow with you, let him be your infatuation. He wants to rewind time. He wants to die. He wants both of you to die and be reborn to be given a second chance he can never ever have.

"Satoru!"

Your face is twisted into heavy concern and slight fear. Satoru sat in front of you, staring at you. He hasn't moved in three entire minutes. His face was covered in bucket loads of sweat, his lips twisted into a tight smile that threatened to break into a million pieces. The corners of his lips wobbled as if he was going to cry, but his eyes were wide open and dry. His legs, arms, and back stiff as he sits in such an uncomfortable position, it had to hurt. You were scared for him.

Can he hear you? You slowly raise on of your hands to touch his cheek and he flinches under your touch, finally blinking. "Yes?" You purse your lips and bring out a cold water bottle from your basket. "Here, maybe you should drink some water." He takes the water bottle you dropped into his hand. "Thank you." He whispers and sighs, twisting open the cap. You watch him guzzle the whole thing in 5 seconds. "......maybe we should go indoors." He nods, closing the now empty water bottle. "Yeah. The sun is hurting my eyes."

No part 2's. Because I don't like continuing old plot and I love seeing people go crazy for me not continuing good content.

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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 8

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Next Chapter: Part 9

Author’s Note: I know this chapter is a lot shorter than my previous one's but, I figured it was better than nothing. I might end up rewriting this to make it longer or something.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account, which I update more frequently.

Warnings: Swearing. Some threats of violence. (1,276 words)

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“I love you, (Y/N).”

He said it so genuinely, like there was nothing wrong with the situation. Like he hadn’t taken you from your home, stalked you, tormented you, fucking bashed your head in with a baton. He said the words as if he was just a regular school boy confessing to his crush.

It made you sick to your stomach.

“Well? Are you guh-going to say something?”

He sounded impatient, as if you were the one in the wrong somehow. You looked up from the ground, his dark eyes and expression turning colder each second that passed.

“You’re insane.”

Wrong answer.

Toby’s face dropped, and with a heavy tension in the air, he raised his arm, his hand closing into a fist.

You prepared for the worst.

Then, Toby took a sharp breath, holding it for a moment, and exhaled. Slowly lowering his hand again. Trying to muster up the strength to not lash out, most likely.

“I’ll give you some time to warm up to me. I wuh-won’t hurt you.” He paused, thinking. “I’ll tuh-try not to.”

He didn’t sound very convincing.

You decided to hold your tongue for the time being. At least until you came up with a game plan to get out of this fucking place.

Toby sat down on the couch next to you, still pissed off. The sudden shift in weight causing you to look over at him. It was hard not to notice just how big he was. Tall and lanky, but at this distance it was obvious he did some kind of exercise. He’d be hard to take down on your own, and you’d need some kind of weapon that could immediately incapacitate him. He couldn’t feel pain. You knew that now.

“See suh-somethin’ you luh-like?”

Your thoughts were interrupted, noticing the wide grin stretched across Toby’s face as he looked you over. You had been staring.

Albeit, you were trying to figure out how to kick his ass, but you had been staring nonetheless.

Frowning, you decided it was best to stay silent, choosing to just shake your head ‘no’.

Toby sighed. The noise making you jump a little. “There’s nothing you can do now.” He put his arm around you, your body tensing as you were pulled into him. “And that’s okay.”

The ends of fingers started playing with your hair.

“It isn’t.”

Your voice came out quieter than you’d had hoped. But soon rose from desperation, sadness, anger or a combination of the three.

“It isn’t okay. I have a life, I have fucking friends who care about me, you can’t just tell me it’s okay. God! How could a person be so selfish?!”

“Because I can.” Toby hissed. “Fuh-for once I can be selfish. I finally found suh-something that I want. So I’m going to get it. Even if I have to drag you back here kicking and screaming over and over again.”

His words sunk in, like a rock falling into a bottomless pit.

“You’ll have to.”

Toby laughed cruelly at your response, not phased at all by your determination. He leaned forward in his seat, playing and picking with the skin on his hands. His nose scrunched in a smile, and he turned his head to you, putting a hand on your knee. “That’s fine. I duh-don’t mind a cat and muh-mouse chase every once in a while.”

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You felt numb. Your brain buzzing, probably the after effects from the head injury Toby gave you. All the energy you had was focused on the fireplace on the other side of the room. You could hear your captor behind you in the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards. After a couple of failed attempts to get you to speak, he resorted to pacing the cabin, occasionally glaring at you. Muttering phrases and curses under his breath. He finally stopped when your stomach started growling, quickly making his way to the fridge to find you something to eat. Of course, you didn’t ask him to. You decided you weren’t going to ask him for anything.

But there was one thing that had started to bug you, well, other than the whole kidnapping thing.

Scanning the room more intently, you noticed two hatchets that hung by the front door. One with a bright orange handle, and the other dull and wooden. They looked well used, and if it wasn’t your paranoia just seeing things, there were definitely specks of red on the handles and on the holster they hanged from.

It made you wonder what Toby did in his free time.

Sure, you had asked him before if he was going to kill you. And he had alluded to murdering people in his fits of rage. And although you never saw any evidence of it, bloody fucking axes on the wall seemed like pretty solid proof.

You moved closer to get a better look at them.

“Hey. Yuh-your food.”

A bowl of cold soup was shoved in front of your face.

Toby stood next to you frowning, trying to figure out what you were looking so intensely at.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I was - um….. Nothing?” You stammer back.

He placed the bowl into your hand and walked over to the wall, lifting the leather holster off the hooks. The blades of the hatchets swung as he carried them over, before sitting down on a musty chair across from you.

“You like em’?” Toby asked, a hint of tease in his voice, like he was trying to be playful.

“Not really” You shot back.

“Aw, yuh-you’re hurting my feelings.”

Toby took the orange one out of the holster, tossing it back and forth in his hands with ease. He looked up at you for a moment and smirked, before l lifting the handle behind his head, and throwing it forward. It missed your head by a few inches, but you still ducked instinctively. The blade connected on the other side of the wall with a loud ‘THUNK’, the force knocking some empty bottles off the window sill and shattering on the floor.

“What the fuck!”

He cackled at your reaction, throwing his head back in the chair. After a few moments he collected himself.

“Duh-don’t worry, I have good aim.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. "Why do you have those?”

He glanced over at the hatchet embedded in the wall and then back to you. “Firewood.” Was his curt response.

You didn’t believe him.

A small buzzing sound came from Toby’s pocket, startling you both for a moment. He furrowed his brows, before taking out his phone, and glanced down at the screen. He grimaced, reading through something.

“F-fuck.”

If you were wanting an explanation, you weren’t going to get one. Because he got up from his chair and angrily stormed through his home, saying nothing, and grabbing items to get ready for something. He stopped in front of you with a small plastic bag.

Zip ties.

Of course he would tie you up.

“Get up.”

You rose to your feet hesitantly, not liking his tone at all. Something in those texts must have set him off. His hand quickly grabbed your wrist, practically dragging you back to his bedroom where you had first woken up in this hell hole. He threw you onto the bed, and placed your wrist against a metal pole on his bed frame, securing the zip tie to your hands so you couldn’t move. Toby grinned once he was done.

“There. Suh-so you don’t get any ideas while I’m guh-gone.”

Before he left the house, you heard him call out.

“I’ll be back soon!”

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Not the thought of yandere!Boyfriend that would tie up some random guy that was flirting with you and then fuck you in front of them.Them squirming against the ropes watching your tear filled eyes. Loud moans and your boyfriends fat fucking cock pushing into you at a brutal pace. Their cock straining against their jeans. “Look baby he’s hard.” You couldn’t process your boyfriends words until his hand wrapped around your throat Pulling you flushed against his front. “I said look slut.” your eyes glancing back at the man tied to the chair. “Good girl.. Now cum for me baby. Show him what he’ll never get.”

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Hello, sinpai~! How about IDW! bots and heat/rut cycle? Thru wacky means on the misadventures of LL or Tarantulus/weird artifact on Cybertron, you are now a Cybertronian! A relatively tiny, 10-foot tall femme. You still do your work, go with co-workers and friends, still trying to get the hang things, stay away from shady and/or science bots... One day, Bam! Heat cycle kicks off, you call in sick, hide and run, others search/hunt you down for treatment. Scenarios of different bots catching you?

Hey cutie, I started writing this and it ended up being longer than I expected so I hope you’re okay with just Tailgate and Whirl.

You’re the type of person who rolls with the punches, so when odd circumstances and experiments gone wrong result in you suddenly finding yourself in a ten foot tall robotic frame, you don’t let it keep you down for long. All things considered, this is far from the worst thing that has happened to you since boarding the Lost Light. It takes a lot of getting used to, especially adjusting to the heaviness of your frame and the lack of lungs and transforming, wow, but eventually you feel like your new body has no more surprises for you.

Until you feel an unbearable heat burning between your legs.

It’s hot and wet and familiar yet simultaneously so foreign. You think you’re dying at first and are on your way to the medbay when another wave of heat shakes your frame and sends warning signs along your HUB and a white hot pulse of pleasure between your legs. You know what this is now. You can’t believe it because you’re a fucking robot; why the hell would a robotic race of people have a need for a heat cycle?! Yet there’s no denying the animal-like need that has your frame overheating and your legs wobbling beneath you.

You can’t work like this. You can’t be seen like this. You send a quick com to Ultra Magnus, alerting him that you’re feeling unwell and will return to your work the next cycle, then make your way to your habsuite before you think better of it. Knowing Magnus, he’ll be knocking on your door to escort you to Ratchet and, as much as you would normally appreciate his concern, right now the last thing you want is for one of the mechs you respect the most to see you like this.

So you hide, frame shaking and overheated and so very needy, hoping you can stay hidden long enough for this unbearable heat to pass you over. But luck is not on your side (or, perhaps it is, depending on your point of view) and who would stumble upon you none other than…

Tailgate freezes when he first stumbles upon you. When Ultra Magnus called the search for you, he had made it sound like you were hurt. You don’t look hurt. You don’t exactly look well either, your frame heated and shaking and your cooling fans blasting. Tailgate might be worried you’d caught a virus if not for your scent, so warm and pretty and just begging for a spike to fill your pretty valve and Tailgate might not be the biggest ‘bot around but he’s pretty sure he’s got just what you need and- Oh gosh, he doesn’t know where that thought came from but now his spike is pressurizing and you’re so cute he wants to wrap your legs around his waist and pound your valve and oh no did he just say that out loud? Primus, this is soooooo embarrassing!

There’s something endearing about Tailgate’s awkwardness. It’s enough to save you from your own embarrassment, at least, and the sight of his pressurized spike sends another wave of unbearable heat between your thighs that has your interface panel sliding open and revealing a wet valve dripping with bright pink transfluid. Part of you is nervous but mostly you just want to get fucked and Tailgate is probably one of the better mechs to be in this situation with. You look into his optical visor as you open your legs, fingers moving to spread open your valve, and he’s scrambling for you.

He thanks you as he fingers you, thick digits pumping and scissoring in and out of your valve to prepare you for his spike. You grind down on his fingers, eager and begging for more, and you can feel Tailgate’s chubby spike twitching along the plating of your thigh with every urgent twist of your hips. You’re close, Tailgate can tell from the charge of your body and the way your valve flutters around his fingers, and he’s torn between letting you clench on his fingers and removing them so he can replace them with his spike.

Thankfully, you make the choice for him, lifting your hips off his fingers to grind against the slick chubby spike that has been grinding a slippery trail along your thigh. You seat yourself on his spike with a high-pitched spark of static and Tailgate grabs hold of your hips to gently guide the erratic thrusts of your hip to a steady rhythm that has a charge building fast until something white hot pulses behind your optics and your insides clench tight around him. There’s a moment of stillness as hot air blasts from your vents, then another urgent grind of your hips against his that has Tailgate thanking you and Primus before thrusting back up into you in earnest.

Whirl finds you on complete accident but, frag, what a happy accident this is! Whirl knows a ‘bot in heat when he sees one, and while some mechs might have the common decency to leave you in peace, Whirl has never been decent a day in his life. He hasn’t been in the room with you ten seconds before his interface panel is flipping open and his spike is pressurizing as he kneels down to lean over you.

Frag, your frame is burning and your optics are hazy and you’re so worked up you can hardly even think straight, huh? Not that much of a surprise. The first heat is always the hardest. Whirl emphasizes this point by rubbing his spike against your burning hot panel, laughing at his joke and the resulting moan that squeaks out from your vocalizer. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, short stuff. Your ol’ buddy Whirl is here to help you get through your first heat cycle. Aren’t you lucky?

Even through the haze of heat, you’re wary of Whirl and you eye his dangerous-looking claws with dread as one reaches to pin your arms over your head while the other lightly scrapes along your interface panel. Still, terrifying claw hands aside, Whirl knows how to use them, because within moments your panel slides up and he quickly replaces his claw with his spike as he drags it up and down the wet length of your valve. You’re soaking; a fact that Whirl feels is worth reiterating as he leers down at you with that single golden optic.

Whirl ruts against your slick valve a few more times, reveling in the wet sounds of his spike against your valve lips before he pulls back, angles his hips, and looks down at you with the smarmiest look a ‘bot with no mouth can manage before sheathing himself inside of you. You keen, high-pitched and desperate, and Whirl hisses static as he ruts into you with wild abandon. You’re so warm, so wet, so tight, and holy pit, this is probably your first time fragging as a ‘bot, isn’t it? This is virgin valve he’s fragging, sealed tight and fresh from the factory, and that realization might make a decent mech slow down but Whirl already established he isn’t a decent mech so he just fucks you faster. His hips keep pounding you as he brings you to your first overload and he doesn’t have plans of stopping any time soon.

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What if Whirl puts liaison and Rung together because he knows they like each other a lot, but now he has to sit on the sidelines and realize that he's in love with both of them, too. (and the liaison and rung also fall for him, too)

“Soooooo…” Whirl stretches out the cabling that makes up his neck as he draws out the word. “What do you think of Eyebrows?”

“You mean Rung?” The question catches you off guard. Usually conversations with Whirl consist of intrusive questions about human biology, violent statements, and self-depreciating comments thinly-disguised as jokes. He’s never asked your opinion on another ‘bot before. “I like him. He’s personable and pleasant to work with.”

Whirl makes a sound like the whine of heavy machinery, shoulder plates drooping. “Ugh, why you gotta be so professional? I mean, what do you think about smooching Eyebrows? Holding his hand? Giving his tight aft an appreciative slap?”

For a split second, you nearly choke on your own spit. But the shock wears off soon enough and you manage to collect yourself and school your expression back to a careful neutral. “Can’t say I’ve ever thought about it,” you answer honestly.

“But you wouldn’t be opposed to it, right?”

Your eyes narrow. “What are you scheming?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Whirl says with a careless wave of his claw, nearly swiping your face. “I’ve got everything under control.”

“That is exactly the opposite of what you should say if you don’t want me to be worried.”

Whirl makes no further attempts to relieve your worry; just flicks his claws at you and makes his optic shutter and blink at you in what you can only assume is meant to be double pistols and a wink before shuffling away. After several minutes of internal debate, you concede that whatever he’s up to is probably not serious enough to report to Ultra Magnus and resign yourself to try and forget the exchange as you bury yourself back in your work.

In hindsight, you probably should have reported him. If not for your sake then for poor Rung who is putting the finishing touches on his latest ship model before Whirl bursts through his door, shouts, “TIME FOR ROMANCE, JACKASS!” then proceeds to pick Rung up and fireman carry him all the way to your hab suite.

You jump in your seat as you hear the loud clang of metal against metal against your door like a semi-truck just slammed into it at high speeds. The door panel slides open immediately after and Whirl deposits Rung on the floor, looking deep into your eyes and says, “Now K I S S.”

He refuses to leave until you do. Rung sputters and mutters something about Whirl being completely inappropriate and how wrong it is for him to try and pressure people into physical intimacy while you stare into Whirl’s single unblinking optic with your best No Bullshit expression. But your No Bullshit is no match for Whirl’s No Face, so you relent with a kiss to the back of Rung’s hand that has the ship’s resident psychiatrist’s face plates bright with color while the former Wrecker gives the impression that he’s grinning ear-to-ear despite having neither ears nor a mouth to grin with.

“I’ll leave you two crazy kids alone,” Whirl says with his bastardized version of a wink and finger guns before leaving your hab suite, making sure that the door slides shut and locks behind him.

You turn to Rung, fully prepared to apologize for both Whirl’s behavior as well as any discomfort your kiss might have caused, only to be met with a shy but heartfelt confession of feelings that has you warm in the face and butterflies fluttering in your stomach and chest. Huh.

Looks like you’re dating now.

Things are going well. You’ve been dating Rung for probably a couple weeks now and everything has been smooth sailing. He’s sweet and considerate and very well-spoken and he respects that you like to keep your work life separate from your private life. His personality and interests mesh well with your own and you’re surprised by how perfectly everything is going.

There’s no drama, no surprises, no Whirl kicking down your door and shouting, no Whirl—

Huh. No Whirl. Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him since you and Rung got together. Neither has Rung, you find out after bringing it up to him. Considering how regularly the both of you used to see him, this sudden lack of his presence feels unnatural. Intentional. He’s avoiding you.

You’re surprised by how much that realization hurts.

You and Rung talk things out for a long time. There’s a lot of questioning of feelings and the nature of your relationship and what both of you want.

Finally, you come to a decision.

Whirl jolts up from his berth as Rung bursts through the door into his hab suite.

You look deeply into Whirl’s single optic with an intense unblinking stare from where you’re perched on Rung’s shoulder. “Time for romance, asshole!”

Despite the lack of lips, you and Rung both get the impression that Whirl is grinning.

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Izuku would be as bold as he possible could with you, learning all about your body and how to pleasure you

Coils wrapping around you with any obstacle in the way removed including your clothes, even if you struggle the possibility of escaping his lustful want for you is slim to none

Admiring you lovingly his hands tracing along your face as he pulls you agaisnt his chest with his tail, holding you still to reposition himself for you, to have you slowly but steadily sink ontop of both his cocks

Your thighs warms against his scales, Izuku smothering his head along your chest as you moan his name towards him stretching you out

The perfection of this exact moment, the feeling of your tight grip on his arms struggling to adapt to his length, each movement strikes pleasure along every sense you have

“You’re doing so well baby, just relax, let me take care of you.” Feeling the mussels in his coils shift pushing himself even deeper inside you, feeling you suddenly squirm agaisnt him as Izuku holds you close and steadily,

You’ll love it he already knows it, the pure pleasure he can create inside your body, the emotions he can drive forth within a few movement baby you just have to let him indulge you

Pushing your hips up and down his cocks while his coils follow the rhythm

feeling your cum progressively pool around the hot lengths inside you sticking and stringing from Izukus scales to the source

He couldn’t love you more, couldn’t love the weak moans you make or the attempts you make to stop him from going too deep, your sweaty skin agaisnt his rather cold body is pure bliss

Cumming inside left you squirting and twitching agaisnt him tensely holding onto his chest for the life of you, moans starting shallow getting louder within each continuous movement, feeling izukus nails embedding into your flesh keeping you down agaisnt his scales while his coils cest to stop moving

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If he had to be honest Deku loves how much you care for him, even if it is in lecturing tones. Upset that he comes home only to give you more work to do, kissing over each mark and smacking him playfully when you see hes been smiling this whole time

Deku expresses his appreciation in each and everyway; affection, snacks, and sweet comments galore for the light for his life that heals him in more than one way than physically

Any concerns or overwhelming thoughts ar eased just within the grasp of your hand, though he knows youll always be upset at him for not being as safe as possible but even that nervousness will be healed by your smile

You never have to worry about not being able to save him, Deku would never be that reckless, afterall lossing you would destroy him from the inside out so he understands how much you might be worrying about him

No matter how passive agressive you may seem when he walks home with multiple injuries Deku will always be happy to hear your lecturing tone, excited to dote on you and finally have you in his sight after a long day of hero work

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Just Whirl, Rung, and Liaison chilling out for the night and ends with whirl and the liaison play fighting while rung laughs. i just love these two so much let them have good things (i love your blog and your writing btw thank you so much)

“Whirl, stop touching my feet.”

“Hmm?” Whirl hums, faking innocence as he flexes the claw-like appendage that makes up his hand. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, flesh-bag. I ain’t touching nothin’.”

“That’s a double negative, you bitch. That means you are touching me aND YOU’RE TOUCHING ME RIGHT NOW, STOOOOOP!!!!!!”

Rung watches fondly while you squirm and kick, Whirl’s claw continuing to poke and prod at whatever exposed bit of flesh provokes the most violent reaction from you. Even as the two of you squawk and shout and release all manner of chaos, Rung has never felt more at peace.

“Rung!” you cry out, foot shoving against the metal plating that makes up Whirl’s chin with all your strength. “Save me!”

“Save you from what? I’m not touching you,” Whirl lies, touching you some more.

Rung vents out another soft sigh of contentment as you screech and bash your heel against Whirl’s optic.

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Yandere TFP Megatron continuation sometime after the Autobots tried to rescue the Reader where Megatron talks to reader alone. Maybe he confesses his feelings to them?

You hadn’t left lord Megatron’s side ever since the autobots hade made it unto the Nemesis. No, it was more accurate to say that lord Megatron hadn’t left yours. While you were still ordered to remain by his side at all times, Megatron was physically closer to you now, standing so close that your arms were touching. He was touching you more in general as well, hid hands always finding their way to your shoulders or waist, caressing your face whenever he felt like it. While at first his attention had made you happy, now it felt weird. Uncomfortable. You didn’t voice these thoughts.

Walking down the hallways of the Nemesis, you were accompanying lord Megatron back to his room. You had done it before, walking him there and then bidding each other good night at the door. But this time was different. When you reached the door, lord Megatron suddenly grabbed your wrist.

“There’s something I want to talk about with you in private. Join me in my habsuite.” Again, there was this uncomfortable feeling in your spark but you simply nodded and followed him in. When the door closed behind you, you couldn’t help but tense up.

“What is that you wanted to discuss, Lord Megatron?” you asked, hands behind your back so you could hide how they were trembling. For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, instead regarding you with a calculating gaze. Then, a smile appeared on his face.

“I know of you talked to an autobot” he said. Fear bloomed in your spark and you were about to plead for forgiveness for not telling him when he raised his hand and continued to speak. “You are not in trouble. In fact, I am proud of you. The autobot tried to lead you astray, to take you away, but you refused. You listened to my command and stayed loyal to me.” Lord Megatron’s smile grew and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. So this was the reason for his recent closeness. You must have proven yourself to him and now he felt he could trust you.

Now feeling more relaxed you allowed yourself to speak. “Thank you Lord Megatron. I would never disobey a direct order from you!” Again, lord Megatron’s smile grows but this time something flickers behind his optics. Something that makes you pause in uncertainty.

“Good, good. This makes me even more confident in what I am going to tell you next.” Before you even have a chance to ask him what he’s talking about you let out a yelp of surprise as Lord Megatron takes a step forward until you’re pressed against each other and grabs your arms. You stare into his optics in confusion but his smile remains. “For so long I’ve been watching you, waiting for you to look at me the same way I look at you. I want you. Spark, frame and mind, I want you.”

“Lord Megatron, I-” You are interrupted by him suddenly leaning down to kiss you, sharp denta nipping at your lips. But you don’t respond to it. Instead you stand there, frozen as you’re hit with an uncomfortable sensation that this is not the first time he’s kissed you. You have no memory of it happening before but somewhere, deep inside your spark, you know it’s true. Suddenly filled with dread, you put both your hands on his chest and push him away. Lord Megatron stares at you with a mix of confusion and frustration. You feel your head starting to spin as you stare back at him. “I am- No this is not-” You pause, remembering what the autobot said to you back then. “What did you do to me?”

Instantly, Megatron’s face morphs into one of anger and with his hands still on your arms, he slams you into the door behind you. “Exactly what I had to do” he snarls. “Though evidently it was not enough. Seems like I have to do it better this time.”

Filled with fear and dread you can only stare at the mech as you realize you should have left with the autobot back then.

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How the adult trio sleep’s

guys i threw this together at the last minute pls it’s probs not my best writing but i think its funny tysn

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Hisoka

Hisoka mainly stays to himself in bed, preferring to lay on his back, head turned to the side with an arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest. Once he is in the position, the most he will do is turn his head to the otherside — you’re stuck in his iron grip until morning.

Something tells me that Hisoka doesn’t necessarily keep a tight hold on you during the night, instead he keeps his grip loose until you move, which triggers him to hold you close. 

Snoring is a rarity with the magician. Only when he is deep sleeping will you hear those soft snores of his. 

He would definitely sleep in the nude, you’d be lucky to get him under a sheet enough to at least try and keep it decent yk. Hisoka also prefers you sleep in the nude too, though. 

oh, i think hisoka would be the kind of guy to randomly hum at night - not like full on song, just like hm when switching what side he is facing yk.

Illumi

Illumi is probably the worst person ever to sleep with, hence the different rooms — you won’t sleep together, he won’t allow it.

He has a special pair of pajamas, weapons hidden in little crevices no one would ever think to check. Socks are a must, as well as long sleeves and pants. 

I’m not confident enough to say he closes his eyes, there is a good chance they stay open. HOWEVER, I will say that he is a quiet sleeper. Not a single peep comes out of this man, but he hears the quietest of noises — one time, Illumi told you that he could hear you breathing two rooms down. 

Chrollo

The most normal sleeper out of the three, minus the excessive snoring and moving.

Chrollo sleeps in a pair of clean boxers with no shirt, hair up, and a thin blanket to keep warm – not that he gets cold at night anyway. 

He flip flops between positions, but usually you will find Chrollo on his stomach, stretched out with his legs taking up all the space; you have to crawl between his arm and leg, hook your arm around his waist, and pray to god he doesn’t snore right in your face. 

Chrollo is the type of guy to snore all night, toss and turn, kick you, sleep talk, and have the audacity to ask if you slept okay in the morning. 

number one blanket hog, I don’t make the rules. For a man that doesn’t like blankets, he sure hogs the hell out of them.