#talking about naked robots

[lednet-sorrow-au-blog]

Tech stuff or related will forever be atleast once have no clothes- Actually,fuck that.The transformers had no shit then metal and the Stickfigures are blobs of paint of a body.And idk- fnaf did have only the apron and hat,Focy has pants atleats,decent:)

No,not in a sensual way>:(( I meant to point out sometimes they have no shit then their surfaces at points.

GOD LORDS HELP I KEEP SEEING THEM DCA BODIES- Atleast it doesn't really freak me out(Eyes the accounts that might need to be careful who they follow that doesn't confirm minor or adult).

[davinawritings]

Yandere Monster Ex-Husbands Find Out You Are Dating Again

Pairing: Multi Monsters X Reader

Warnings: Yandere, Knotting, Breeding, Baby Trapping, Kidnapping, Small Talk of Physical Violence (not towards reader), Drugging, Mention of Oral Sex

Yandere Orc Ex-Husband that is a great and proud warrior. You had a happy marriage until he started to get neglectful. You held out for a while but ultimately asked for a divorce. He thought you were joking but quickly found out you were dead serious. When he finds out another orc asked to court you, he challenges him to a fight. In a matter of minutes, your ex had won and declared that any orc that wanted your hand needed to go through him. You stared at the scene in shock, only pulled from the beaten orc on the ground as your ex-husband threw you over his shoulder and carried you back to his house. He proceeds to spend hours fucking into your wet cunt, making you cum over and over. He tells you that he’ll give you all the attention you want, but if you go near another male again, he’ll kill them. You are his, and that will never change. You are remarried by the end of the week.

Slime Ex-Husband finds out you have a date later that week when he comes over to finalize the divorce. He fully panics and wraps himself around you, fucking all of your holes to remind you how good he can make you feel. He keeps going until you are full of him and can’t think straight anymore. When he asks you to marry him again, you agree because you are just too orgasm drunk.

Yandere Minotaur Ex-Husband hears through mutual friends that you have a blind date tonight. He shows up at your apartment and covers your mouth as he injects you with a sedative. He brings you back to your once-shared home and chains you to the bed. When you wake up, he explains that you aren’t allowed to leave the room until you admit you belong together. Past mistakes don’t matter; you were made for each other and no one else. If he needs to spend eternity using his tongue and cock to show you that, then he will.

Yandere Werewolf Ex-Husband finds out you are dating again when he picks up your kids for their weekend with him. Pickup went normal, but halfway back to his house, his youngest son said he heard you talking to your friend about going out tonight with some human named Robert. He immediately drops the kids off for a night with his sister and their beloved cousins and returns to your place. He lets himself in and walks towards your bedroom, where he can hear you moving around. You stand in only a towel, looking through your closet, when he grabs you and tosses you on the bed, towel left on the floor as he ounces on you. Moans and cries of pleasure fill the room as he fucks into you, repeating that you are his mate and no other male will ever have you. “This pussy is mine. Besides, you won’t have any time for fucking dating with my pup in your womb”. He proceeds to fuck and knot you all night to make sure you are knocked up by morning.

Yandere Robot Ex-Husband hacked into your home security system before the divorce was finalized. He watches your every move, so naturally, he knows immediately when you are picked up by a man for a date. He calmly goes to your home and lets himself in, waiting for your return in your bedroom. As soon as you return, he has you naked and writhing beneath him. His body is pre-set to bring you the utmost pleasure, and he never tires. He only stops when you pass out so he can bring you back to his house. He’ll just have to keep you under lock and key until you agree to marry him again. He can’t risk some male taking you from him permanently. 

Yandere Dragon Ex-Husband who just straight up kidnaps you. He tried to make you feel like you were in control when he agreed to the divorce, but he drew the line at letting another male have you in any way. He won’t even tell you how he found out about the date. He says you don’t need to know. All that matters is that you are with him now and will never separate again. You better believe you are no longer allowed out of the cave without him for the foreseeable future. Also, plan on being his cocksleeve, you left him for months, and all that built-up cum needs to go somewhere.

[saintgoths]

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ghost hears about your new boyfriend.

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You cursed under your breath, he was fucking you so deeply, so hard while whispering lewd words into your ear, your leg was on his shoulder, and you were pressed against a wall, gasping as you could feel Ghost slip further inside of you, you clenched stiffly around him, you knew he loved that, you knew he missed the feeling of you, as you missed the feeling of him.

When he found out that you had a new boyfriend, a month after the two of you had broken up, no words could’ve described how enraged he had felt, the creeping obsession returning back to him.

You were his, and he wanted to make sure you understood that, he wanted to make sure that your new lover understood that.

He left a trail of marked kisses on your body, shameless, possessive ones whilst continuously marking you with the thickness of his load that he released. Truthfully, you didn’t know what round you were on, or how many times he has groped your ass and mentioned his ownership over you.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and you did, you slipped your leg off your shoulder and allowed Ghost to direct you to curve around for him, your ass faced towards him that had his hand marks that slowly disappeared.

He bit his lip, spread your cheeks as he inserted himself once more, the both of you groaned, he had you leaned against a table, the object scraping against the wooden ground as he thrusted himself deeper inside of you, his motions were robotic, fierce and powerful.

You felt your eyes curve to the back of your mind, his girth had spread you wider while your ambrosia coated his shaft.

“What did you tell him?” He asked as he continued to fuck you from behind, his hands now entangled through your hair, pulling you close to him, his bare chest against your naked back.

With lack of shame you cried out. “I told him---I told him I couldn’t’ fuck him yet!” You whimpered, feeling yourself cave in, the tip of his cock had licked against your end, the sounds of your skin slapping increased and you felt the vibration of Ghost laughter, it was mocking, he knew why you didn’t want your current boyfriend to fuck you, your cunt belonged to Ghost’s.

“I told him I wasn’t ready for him.”

He slapped the curve of your buttocks, as if he had been proud, and in truth, he was.

“Naughty princess,” he muttered as he slammed himself inside of you again. “Naughty---” he said once more but he stopped talking, when he felt his knees weaken, he gently collapsed against you, his hips had still been moving as if he were a machine, he has made you climax so many times, you felt stupid, crazy---with how your mind had ceased all of its intelligence, succumbing to your desires, succumbing to him.

Your toes curled, you were almost there, you felt the heat rush back to you, like crashing waves taking over a beach. Your forehead now pressed against the table as you struggled to keep yourself up. The noise of his skin slapping against yours enticed you, and how his balls slapped against your clit had commenced to make your body twitch.

“Ghost!” You whined, you felt like something had possessed you, like a spirit of greed, hunger and lust. You wanted Ghost to take you as a whole, use your body and continue to fuck you senseless.

You cried out, your moan bouncing off the walls, but you hadn’t cared how loud you sounded, especially when you felt yourself release, your cum painting his cock, squeezing and pulsing around him as if it was clinging onto him for life.

“Good girl,” he said as he pulled himself out of you, releasing his semen against your back, arrogantly painting your skin with his nectar. “Good girl,” he smirked as he slapped your ass.

“Now turn around,” he said and you did, you turned around to kiss him, but the excitement and the thrill immediately died down the second you realised your boyfriend came back home.

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[waffowo]

The 12th Doctor’s greatest power is that he does some of the weirdest shit and no one bats an eye in-universe and in the general audience. Like no one ever acknowledges how absurd he actually is.

Like is no one addressing how in the Zygon Invasion, he tried calling Clara a 127 times. A 127 TIMES. And keep in mind, Clara not once picked up her phone so she must have notifications off. So this leads to the next question, does this mean that he does this shit so often THAT THEY JUST ROLL WITH IT? She doesn’t even question why he’s been calling so many times no, she’s asking why he’s calling himself “Doctor Disco” like ok?

In both The Robots Of Sherwood and The Magician’s Apprentice/The Witch’s Familiar, he just has…random shit in his pockets. Like why does this man just have a spoon ready to go? Even more concerning is how casually he pulls out a teacup, makes himself tea, and just tells the Daleks not to question him. Like NO I CANT JUST UNSEE IT?

In the EU there’s a fucking comic where he just materialises in Clara’s bathroom while SHES IN THE BATH DRESSED WITH AN EYEPATCH. Barely bats an eye that shes naked and he’s intruding, and fucking starts talking about the success of his mission. And then when she asks him to wait, he fucking pulls out a plastic fish, tells her it saved his life and when she’s like “ITS A PLASTIC FISH…?” He actually goes, “Well nobody’s perfect.”

[revelboo]

May I humbly request anything with the Rescue Bots! I love the bots in the show so much! Plus Heatwave is voiced by Steve Blum who has a wonderful voice!!!

Hope you are taking care of yourself wore yourself!

Sure! 🔞 🌶️

Guilty

Heatwave x Reader

• Slowing down to park in his altmode, he knows this is beneath him. That if any of the others, especially Chase, find out where he keeps sneaking off to, he’s never going to hear the end of it. Sun warming him until he’s fighting off recharge, you finally come out of your house with a folding chair tucked under an arm, a bag over your shoulder, and dressed in a loose, sheer garment with butterflies on it and flip flops. This is exactly what he’s been waiting for, your daily ritual. Settling on his shocks, he watches you bend and unfold the chair, flashing soft skin to make him groan.

• And you’re pulling off the coverup to reveal that tiny little scrap of cloth that’s the only thing standing between him and all your secrets. Luckily the street is dead today, hates when your neighbors are out and see too much of you. That’s only for him. Watches you squirt something in your hand before slowly rubbing it into your skin and he can smell the sweetness even from across the road. Addicted to that scent now because of you as your palms slick that stuff on yourself and there’s glitter in it to leave a faint flush of color to your skin. Every time he comes out here, he swears to himself it’s the last time. That he’ll leave you alone.

• Instead he finds himself right back here just in case you come out if he’s not on duty. You’re becoming an obsession. Watching you lay in the sun and wanting. He could transform, walk over and say something. Anything. Be smooth and romantic. He’s seen Kade flounder enough times to know exactly what not to do. And you’re digging a book out, rolling onto your belly to read, legs swinging in the air. Imagines striding across your yard, kneeling and cupping your face in his hand. Kissing you. Except, you’d probably scream. Growling in frustration at himself, he rocks slightly on his shocks. Because this is so fragging stupid. Why can’t he just talk to you? Why keep pretending he’s just a dumb robot?

• They’re back. Stealing a glance at the firetruck as it slowly rocks, all you can imagine is two firefighters going at it inside. Probably fucking nasty to get a vehicle that big moving like that, too. Maybe they’re voyeurs fucking while staring at you through those tinted windows. Oh. Ew. Immediately wishing you hadn’t had that thought, because now you can’t get it out of your head. And you’re standing up with your book and heading into the house, weirded out. Because that truck is always there.

• Don’t. Don’t do it. Transforming to lunge and grab your coverup, he immediately transforms back and books it to base. What if someone saw that? Maybe you saw. You’re going to think he’s a creep and a thief now. Heading inside and transforming once he’s home, he manages to avoid the others and locks himself in his room, sits on his berth and mass shifts. Pressing the thin, soft material to his face he vents in the scent of you and that sweet stuff you use. Laying back venting against your coverup, he frees his spike and slides a servo over the head then teases down the underside before fisting himself. Imagining you sprawled on your belly naked as he covers you. Pumping his spike as he thinks about how you’d feel wrapped around him. Soft. You have to be and he’s gritting his denta as he wraps that silken material around his spike and works himself in hard strokes. Wondering what sounds you’d make under him as he claimed you. Head back as his hips lift slightly, he gets rougher, rutting against that soft cloth until he’s shuddering and overloading. But the release is hollow when what he really wants is right down the road waiting for him. Frag him, but patience has never really been his strong suit when he wants something.

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[therealpie02]

after work ⟡ ݁₊ .

⋆˙⟡ colonel!Caleb / fem!mc, smut, angst, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, breeding kink

Caleb came home in the dead of night. He sighed heavily and began to take off his uniform. All he wanted was a shower and you... But he knew you'd be mad at him.

He was late at work. You were on the phone, but he didn't answer your questions again and changed the subject. Of course, it wasn't a question of trust, but you were madly angry every time you didn't get answers from him, feeling helpless. You had no choice, you threw your phone away and went to bed.

Caleb carefully crossed bedroom, he took a look at your sleeping figure and went into the shower. He was sorry. He's sorry that he's hurting you over and over with his silence. He's been trying to save you over and over again. Caleb turned on the water, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and stepped into the shower, feeling the heat of the water on his skin.

You carefully entered the bathroom and saw his back. Caleb leaned his forearms against the wall of the shower stall. You were sure he heard you. He stiffened when you entered the bathroom, but he didn't turn around. The sound of the running water filled the silence between you. He knew you were angry, and he understood why. His silence was eating away at you, and he hated himself for it.

"Go back to bed, pipsqueak"

"Or what?" stubbornness and anger ignited inside you. You quickly undressed and went into the shower before your feet were frozen to the bone. Caleb remained motionless. "Move," you ordered, and squeezed between his chest and the shower wall.

Caleb tensed when you pressed against him. His metal hand pressed against the wall. Caleb's eyes snapped open as you squeezed between him and the wall, his gaze flicking down to your naked body before snapping back up to your face.

"Don't—"

You looked at him defiantly. "Let's talk?" you suggested, and your hands dropped to his abs, lightly tickling his skin. He sucked in a breath as your fingers traced patterns on his abdomen. His robotic hand remained pressed against the wall, while his human hand hesitantly reached up to tuck a wet strand of hair behind your ear.

"There's nothing to talk about," he said softly, trying to maintain his resolve. You saw in his eyes this quiet request not to question him, because you won't get an answer. It was hard for you to get mad at him when he looked at you with that puppy dog look, so you stepped back with a heavy sigh. Your hands caught his face.

"How can I help?" you whispered against his lips.

Caleb watched your expression soften with a internal groan. Every time you looked at him like that, he felt his defenses crumbling. His hands gripped your wrists gently as he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a warm kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered, "Just be here with me."

You were touched by his words, but you knew it wouldn't be enough for him. You jumped on top of him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck, and your lips attacked him. You deepened the kiss by biting his lower lip. You could feel Caleb tense up and how he was holding himself back so as not to let off all the steam on you. But you wanted to help him. You pulled away a little and nodded at him.

He let out a low growl at the sight of you biting your lip, his eyes darkening with desire. His hands gripped your bottom tightly, pulling you closer as he slammed you against the shower wall. The cold tile made you gasp, and he took advantage, kissing you deeply and possessively. With one hand he held you against the wall, with the other hand he guided his cock into your wet entrance. You gasped from the strain. Your hands were holding onto his hair and neck.

"My love," he whispered against your lips as he started to move inside you, the cold tile against your back contrasting the heat between your legs. His movements were swift and firm, each thrust filling you completely. His forehead rested against yours, the water from the shower cascading down the both of you.

"Caleb," you whispered between his thrusts. "Please don't hold back."

He groaned, a shudder running through him at your words. His robotic hand left the wall to grip your thigh, fingertips digging into soft flesh as he adjusted his angle, aiming for that spot that made you see stars. "Fuck," Caleb hissed, losing himself in your encouraging moans.

"Mgh fuck!" you moaned, losing coordination, you grabbed his shoulders by the arm, just to keep from falling from the sensations. You could feel Caleb speeding up and not going to stop, pounding into you. Caleb's movements became almost frantic, desperate almost, as he chased his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the shower walls, mingling with your cries of pleasure. His lips crashed onto yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"Damn, Caleb, stop, I'm going to—" your words drowned out the moans and your juices between you. You didn't realize what happened when you came right after that. Caleb stiffened, his robotic hand squeezing your thigh so hard it would bruise. He cursed softly as your body tightened around him like a vice when you came. Your release triggered his own. He thrust deep two more times before finding his release inside you, his hot cum filling you.

You stood underwater for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath, while Caleb left marks on your neck and shoulder. When you came to yourself, you snuggled closer to him, basking in the warmth of his body. He kissed you one more time before his cock left your cunt. You felt an aching emptiness inside, but you followed Caleb's example, took the soap and began to wash.

You got out of the shower, you stood and waited for Caleb to bring you a towel and a bathrobe. He gently dried your hair, shoulders and back with a towel, then kneeling down and dried your stomach and legs. Before getting up, he kissed your stomach. You couldn't hide your smile and stroked his head.

You lay down in bed and turned on the TV, because sleep will not come to you soon. Caleb disappeared into the living room for a second, then reappeared in the bedroom with a couple of your favorite snacks. "I picked up snacks after working at the convenience store, I hope I'm forgiven now?" You smirked and pulled him into your bed to teach him how to apologize.

[g0thc0re420]

Manicure: Spock x Reader

Song: Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

CW: MINORS DNI!! smut. from the very beginning it’s just smut. hand fetish (it’s foreplay with a vulcan lol.) oral fixation with fingers (finger sucking, gagging on fingers). breeding kink (but like also trying for a baby) hair pulling. 

Spock might be a little OOC but honestly I stand behind the idea that loves being very touchy with the people he loves and adores the most.

Spock didn’t know what he was expecting when he entered the code to your room, but it certainly wasn’t this. He had seen you many different ways, sick, excited, even naked, but this was different. He scrunched his nose, the smell of nail polish wafting across the room. He saw you, sitting criss-cross in front of your coffee table. You had a row of metal nail instruments and a cleaner sitting in front of you. You were happily singing along to the background music you had on. 

It was one of his favorite things about you, you always seemed to have the right music for any situation. You had even curated a playlist for him for his birthday, Spock listened to it frequently. It took him a moment but he soon recognized the melody flowing into the room. He stood across from you, contentedly watching, trying to not disturb the focus you held on the cuticles of your fingers.

“Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers, wrapped in your arms,” You softly sang as you looked up at him. Noticing his shadow fall over the table. You gently smiled at him, scooting over on the floor to make some room for him, patting the floor next to you.

He sat, forgetting what he was needing to talk to you about, “T’hy’la, might I inquire how your day was?” He felt breathless, watching as you gently started buffing the previous layer of clear polish off. 

“McCoy was more annoying than usual, but other than that I would say my day went pretty well. I was able to start research on testing to see if there is a genetic predisposition for Bendii Syndrome.” You had now moved to shaping your nails, and Spock was watching every movement. “It seems the Vulcan high council is now more set on completely eradicating it. And they chose a human to do it.” A smile Spock had only seen a couple times appeared on your face. You were proud of yourself. This smile had mainly been reserved himself, although Spock was never really sure if he ever deserved it when you looked at him like that.

You were now taking the cleaning solution and cotton balls and wiping the dust from all the filing off your nails. Spock couldn’t keep his eyes off your hands as you inspected your hand, stretching your fingers and humming at your handiwork, “Do you think they look good?”

Spock noticed how his mouth had run dry, he swallowed thickly before flicking his eyes to yours, you were waiting patiently for his response, even wiggling your fingers in the air for a dramatic effect. He watched as your look slowly shifted to one of concern. 

“Spock, are you feeling okay?” You slowly shifted, facing toward him, and Spock finally looked somewhere other than your hands. Noticing the black tank top you were wearing. His eyes falling over your exposed skin, eyeing the intricate details of the tattoos that covered your arms. He felt a very human emotion fill him, and soon he would be showing you just how he was feeling. 

“Spock,” he blinked, looking into your eyes as you snapped, “Are you feeling well? You’re turning green-oh.” He watched as you shifted your weight, finally realizing.

“I promise I am in perfect health my dear. Your hands look great. Please continue.” You nodded sheepishly and he watched as blush creeped over your neck and cheeks, before turning back to the table. Slowly pulling a thin coat of clear polish over your nails, before placing them under a UV light. After a moment or two the timer went off. You wiped them clean once again before placing your hand in front of you.

Spock had been resisting the urge for so long he felt almost robotic as he reached forward and grabbed your hand. Pulling it towards his face as he traced the lines of your fingers. He felt another wave of lust roll through him as he moved behind you, pulling you into his lap, the feeling of his cock straining against his pants was getting to be too much.

You squeaked at the sudden movement, moving around in his lap, Spock let out a soft moan as you pressed against him, just trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes, letting his hands fall at your hips. He had missed you today. There wasn’t a moment today that either of you could steal away. You had spent all day in back to back Federation meetings and holed away in the research labs. Spock had spent the better part of his day on the surface of a new planet. Finding an interesting micronism, he had a suspicion it was a type of fungi, but as of right now, he wasn’t sure. Right now, he couldn’t focus on anything. 

“Spock,” Your voice was quiet, “I’m finished, do you wanna see them?” He could hear you lightly tap them on the table in front of you. He couldn’t help the way he snaked his hands up your body, before sitting forward, pressing his chest against your back. Gingerly taking your hands into his, he let go of the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. The way you could make him feel so human, yet so Vulcan at the same time always baffled him. It was the way you truly saw him as who he was. Never comparing either side or trying to push him to either. You always looked at Spock as if he was a complete being.

“They might be the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen.” He mused aloud as he started playing with your fingers. 

You took a second and adjusted yourself, turning in his lap so your chests pressed each other’s. “I think that might be the highest compliment I could ever receive from you.” You were looking at where your fingers lined with his, a shiver running through you as you inspected the size difference. He watched as you took the opportunity and stole a second for a Vulcan kiss, your fingers almost dancing over his, as if you were nervous to make a move like that. Then, without warning you gently kissed his knuckles. The kiss was barely a whisper, your lips gently grazing over his skin, almost as if you were teasing him. He didn’t miss the way your lips twitched at the corners as a breath caught in his throat. 

“I missed you today. I know Vulcan’s require less sleep, but Spock you were gone before I was awake and I woke up at 0500.” Your thumb works soothing circles on the back of his hand. The love you held for him, washed into him as you pressed your palms together. It clicked for Spock that you had genuinely worried about him today. The light touches and kisses a way of conveying that softness to him. 

“I apologize. My intention was not to worry you. I’ve been working on some interesting research. We found an oceanic micronism in the water testing samples and it’s displaying some interesting characteristics. It may be a certain type of fungi. However, I am not certain-” Spock had noticed the look on your face, he had seen that mischievous look in your eyes before. The time you hid a whoopie cushion in the Captain’s chair. Most recently was when you had hidden lingerie under your uniform and gave Spock a private show in his office. He had no time to react as you kissed the tips of his fingers before pulling a single digit into your mouth. Eyes still holding his gaze. 

He tried to continue, but just as he did, you pulled a second finger to join the first and he didn’t miss the way you lightly grazed your teeth over the tips of his fingers. He could only imagine how he looked, he knew his cheeks were flushed a dark green right now, he watched as you pulled his fingers from your mouth, a small trail of drool still connected to your lips. He had to remind himself to breathe as he moved you off his lap and stood. Standing over you now, he watched as a glint of worry crossed your features. He held out his hand to you, “It would simply be most illogical to partake in coitus anywhere but the bedroom. The carpet would burn your skin.” 

You accepted his hand and with Spock’s help stood, before he had pulled you into his chest again. He needed to have you close at this moment, he had never even wanted to have sex before he met you, and you were intoxicating. You always had been for him, seeming to take the air out of any room you were in. Even now, Spock was following the human tradition of an engagement before he wed you. You wanted a ceremony with your friends and family. Spock would give you that if you wanted it, he would give you Earth if he could, and he hoped he had spent his entire courting you, making sure you knew that. 

Spock led you into the bedroom, trying to control the needs bubbling inside of him. The desire for you feeling like it was trying to claw its way through his chest. Suddenly, you stopped, stepping in front of him and bending down as you silently pulled down the shorts you were lounging in. Your bare ass now bent over in front of him, you slightly shimmied in front of him, just enough for a teasing jiggle . He noticed the absence of underwear in the forming pile on the floor and that was it. What little reserves Spock had left his body. He was behind you in an instant. Pulling your bare ass against his clothed dick, he didn’t miss the way that you pressed yourself back into him, or the sigh that fell from your lips. 

He fumbled for a second with his belt, before weaving his free hand into your hair and shoving you face first into the mattress. He couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled in his chest if he tried. You weren’t even fighting back. “T’hy’la you look pathetic right now.”

You scoffed, managing to turn your head to the side and trying to glare at him from over your shoulder, “Yeah, you say that, but you should take a look-” 

Spock had moved his hand from your hair, and shoved two fingers in your mouth. He closed his eyes as your lips wrapped around his digits, and he took a moment to see just how far he could push you, slowly pushing his fingers further down your throat before pulling out, and restarting at the tortuous pace, pushing further each time. Until tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you were solely relying on breathing from your nose. You coughed as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and he softened. Pulling you to him ever so slightly. Guiding you by your chin until you were looking at him. 

Your eyes slightly glazed over and Spock noticed how your skin felt flushed, “I apologize. I should have asked-”

You quickly shook your head, so aggressively you stumbled a little bit, “No,” You were still breathless, “I liked it.” you placed a kiss just under his ear lobe “I trust you.” A second kiss, now on the shell of his ear, “Completely.” 

Your face was in the mattress again as he stepped in between your legs, spreading them slightly until the fit was comfortable for him. He stepped back for a moment, only taking the time to pull himself through the zipper of his pants before coming back to you. His hand once again snaked up the base of your skull, weaving his fingers into your hair, the other one gripping your hip. He took a breath, before slowly starting to push into you. He set his pace slow, wanting to enjoy every second of this moment. He could feel you wiggle slightly under him. Desperate to feel anything more than he was currently giving you.

“Patience my dear. It is a virtue you must learn.” His second thrust was just as slow, he even took a brief pause while he was fully sheathed, slightly bumping his head into the spongy tissue he felt. He reveled in the feeling as you fluttered around him. You wiggled under him and he rolled his eyes, “I expect you to listen to your superior when you’re given an order.”

You froze, he watched the muscles in your thighs tighten as you tried to stiffen as straight as a board, He started again, “Do you understand me Lieutenant?”

You nodded under his hand and he paused again, slowly tightening his fingers in your hair as he lifted your head, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No Commander.” The words spilled from your lips and he noticed how swollen they already looked. He was amused by the way he could so easily make you lose all logical sense, just wanting to do anything to make him pleased. He clicked his tongue as he set a quicker pace this time. He pulled you closer to him, the slight whimper from you egging him on even more, his hands moving from your hip to your thigh. Raising your leg until your knee was resting on the bed as well.

The change in angle caused a surprised moan to fall from you and you clenched around him. Spock faltered in his pace for a brief second before he pursued you faster, his thighs now hitting the edge of the bed frame as he felt a familiar tingle starting in the pit of his stomach. The sounds coming from you with every thrust were almost too much for him, between the sound of your skin, and the incoherent babbling he was pulling from your lips it was almost enough to do him in.

He moved his hand from your hair, your head gently falling back into the mattress, as he gently traced the lines of jaw, resting his first two fingers on your temple, and soon, he was basking in the warm golden light that was you. He could feel the love and adoration from you. He could feel something more, just a thought floating around before his own smacked him in the face. A primal urge seemed to fill him as he thought about it.

You, filled to the brim with his seed. You, pregnant, the way your skin would glow, how he would have even more of an excuse to go randomly see you in the middle of the day. You, as a mom, to Spock, it would be no greater than honor than raising a child who had half of what you did.

He couldn’t hold the words, they were falling from his mouth before his brain even registered what he was saying. Jim always said ‘a drunken mind speaks sober thoughts’ and Spock now understood what that meant, in his love drunk state, he had told you one of his deepest desires, from the moment he had met you. His hand fell to your chin, resting his hand under your jaw to keep you supported, “Do you want a baby?”

Your hips stuttered for a split second, and Spock panicked. He felt his heart squeeze in an uncomfortable way, his lungs felt heavy, “Yes Commander.”

“Do you want my baby?” He needed clarification, he needed to know you wanted this.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a deep breath, trying to steady your breathing, “Yes Spock. I want to have your baby.” 

Spock was done for. He found your temple once again as he reached the edge, holding on to anything for just a second longer, before you were there with him. He let himself fall, moving his hand from your thigh to your midsection, pulling your body further against him. He gently worked you down, never stopping, only slowly in his languid motions in and out of you. He stayed in you, until your breathing slowed down and until, all, parts of you relaxed. 

He slowly pulled away, before working on you, helping you move further up on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable with a pillow. He was gone as soon as you were settled, returning moments later with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. “Please, drink my dear.” He wiped you down from head to toe. Starting with your face, he gently wiped the tear streaks, before noticing how dry your lips were. He placed a very human kiss on them, almost as if he were trying to kiss them better.

 There were bruises forming where he held your jaw. He could feel the slight furrow in his brows. Your hand graced his cheek, he looked in your eyes for the first time and he swore he could see the love he felt from you earlier, had you always looked at him like that? “Stop worrying. I liked it, and I like the bruises.” You gently trailed off again, eyes dropping from his gaze. Spock couldn’t believe you were shy about admitting this to him with everything that just happened between the two of you. 

He had now moved on to your chest and arms. Moving in steady even motions across your skin.“I know I can be…forceful. I do not wish to inflict any-” He stopped as you held your hand up.

“Spock, I need you to understand that I wanted everything you did to me done. I promise, I will let you know if you ever take it too far, but maybe we could benefit from having this as a bigger conversation tomorrow.” He has now moved to your hips, taking extra care around the where he once gripped you. “I think it would be great to establish boundaries so there are preset guidelines for any type of sex we have.”

He was now wiping down your thighs and legs, letting the words you spoke process as he inspected your body. He was amazed at how you always seemed to find a way to find a solution that benefited everyone, “I think your idea sounds very logical. It would benefit in the enjoyment for both of us.”

“Yes! Exactly!” You lazily smiled at him as you crawled under the blankets, “Now, I know with as much as you love me, Vulcans need time to process things. But you are Spock, and you did a lot of things tonight ruled by your emotions. I know that takes a toll on you.” You opened your arms, and he willingly fell into them, letting all of his weight on you as he took what seemed like his first steady breath of the night. 

He couldn’t help but press his head further into your touch as you gently ran your fingers through his hair, your nails every so gently grazing his scalp, he felt his skin tingle after you, you continued speaking, you voice quieter now, “You need to go shower, you’re still in your uniform. Take a moment for you, I’ll be here when you come back.”

You were laying on your stomach when Spock entered the room again, his hair still slightly damp, he may have rushed his routine just to be by your side again. He thought you were sleeping, until he heard your voice call out into the darkness, “Computer, play ‘Apocalypse’ by Cigarettes After Sex, year 2017.”

Spock recognized the tune immediately, the same song all of this had started with, as he crawled into the bed beside you, within a breath you had pressed yourself into his side, your head finding solace in the crook of your neck. He could feel his skin prick as your breath fanned across his skin. Your hand quickly found his as you laced your fingers together.

“I was being serious earlier. About wanting to have your baby.” Your voice is just barely a whisper as you speak in the darkness of the room.

“As was I. I feel it would be my greatest honor to raise a family with you,” he gently rolled, so he was able to look at you, his free hand gently cupping your face, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“I cannot wait to marry you.” You closed your eyes as you spoke those words and Spock knew he would spend the rest of his life making sure you spent every moment knowing how much he truly loved you. 

He didn’t even care when he instinctively pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well T’hy’la. I will be here when you wake.” Spock knew his life was now changing, forever. There was no going back, yet also not an ounce of doubt arose from his decision. As your breathing slowed, subconsciously falling into rhythm with his. He slowly closed his eyes, letting everything else but the current need for sleep fall to the wayside. Sinking lower into the feeling, Spock realized, if you liked the bruises, the next time you put on a show for him like that, he wouldn’t wait to make it to the bedroom.

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𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. teeth rotting fluff (lots of feelings), little smut (towards the end) domestic things because why not, kissing and making out. etc.

𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

dividers by @cafekitsune & @anitalenia 🩷

Heat radiated from his body, and you became just as much warm because you were naturally made to adapt your body to humans. Meanwhile you rested and charged up lying on your back Logan snuck into your bed. Opening your eyes you blinked, adapting to the pink vision from the love mode. He slept so peacefully next to you one arm draped over your stomach keeping you close. The neon lights peeking through the dark curtains— illuminating the room. Touching his forearm slowly tracing every vein on his arm. He woke slowly. “Good Morning Sir..” smiling small gently leaning in to peck his mouth and he responded. “Mornin bub” he groaned rolling on his back realising he moved to the guest room after you two connected as deeply as it could the night before. “How are you feeling Sir?” Tilting your head to face him cupping his cheek with the back of your hand. Kissing your palm Logan climbed on top of you nestling between your legs. Without any words his mouth was on yours kissing you, you responded. Your vision becoming blurry with pink hearts exploding at the back of your mind— your arms draping around his shoulders legs parting even more. A moan escaped your glossy lips when your tongues started to dance in wild passion replicating his carnal need to connect with you early in the morning. His hands explored every naked curve of your body licking into your mouth.

“Coffee?” Asking softly preparing breakfast for him. Logan walked over to you hands gluing to your hips nuzzling the back of your neck inhaling your scent. “Please princess.” Your relationship deepened. It wasn’t only just because of the love mode. It was because he actually loved spending time with you— he introduced you to movies. Watching movies with him late at nights. Holding your hand fingers joined together as you walked outside. Logan was never the one to talk first until you broke the silence and asked him about his life. He didn’t like talking about the hard times— he never had a happy memory it seemed. You were the only happy memory he ever had and created.

“I can’t let you go..” a soft whisper could be heard from behind you as you cooked dinner for him. “Sir, i am not leaving you I assure you.” You smiled softly. The more you spend time with him the better you became with human communication. “Your contract ends in few days, I’m going to have to return you and I can’t do that. I don’t want to give you up” putting some hair behind your ear his face softened. Your glossy lips puckered as you pecked his stubbly cheek. “Extend your rental Sir.. I will be all yours.” You smiled but Logan didn’t seem to smile at your words. “What is wrong Sir?” Turning off the stove you stepped in front of him. “I don’t want to rent you anymore. I want to buy you” he sighed leaning his forehead against yours and you read his emotions. He was saddened that you’d have to go in few days. “If you buy me sir.. I shall be yours forever” he cooed at your words. “I can’t lose you..” nodding your hands slipping around his back to caress it.

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“Are you paying me for her?” Your seller quirked a brow at Logan. “Shut the fuck up and take the goddamn money. She’s mine” something snapped in him. “Fuck, alright. She’s worth more but I am going to keep my mouth shut. I know who you are.” Logan grunted angrily eyeing the security men entering the room. “You don’t know anything about me” turning around his claws growing out. “I paid for her. Now leave me the fuck alone.” Your seller nodded. “Let him go. You can keep that useless robot. I will make dozens more” Logan snorted. “I knew it. You’re a fucking asshole—” claws retrieved by themselves once he left the building. Logan walked home since his car got crashed, humans were so greedy that they vandalised everything in their way. The heavy rain covered the entire city, as he stilled his feet he could see the advertisement screens presenting you as the perfect housewife robot. It was too late— you were now bought. Maybe Luck was on his side…

You waited patiently, by the dining table. The food was warm when you heard the elevator door open. Logan stepped in soaked from the rain, you quickly rushed to get a towel. “Oh Sir! I should’ve given you the umbrella” you walked up to him drying his face and his hair. He groaned picking you up in his arms your legs wrapping around his waist. “Perfect little thing aren’t you bub?” You nodded quickly. “Perfect for you Sir. Dinner is ready” he hummed in appreciation sitting down at the dinner table having you on his lap. He let you pat dry his body and he watched you with soft eyes. “You’re mine now..” he whispered arms circling around you. You stopped your doings checking the system and instead of ‘rented’ it was now ‘owned by Mr Howlett” you threw your arms around his neck smiling wide. “Thank you so much Sir I will take care of you” Logan’s heart fluttered. “I want to take care of you” your very loving relationship was about to begin. You knew that you were connected on deeper level and Logan felt so bonded with you. It was almost unbelievable that you could even make that happen—

“S-Sir..” you gasped accepting his protected cock right inside of you. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck as you both lied on the couch watching a movie quietly, cuddling up. “There we go princess” he groaned carnally needy for you rutting his hips into you from behind. The soft clapping sounds only added to the pleasure you felt waves of pleasure in your system. “I love you” you breathed watching him grope your naked breasts. Moans spilling out of your lips as he filled you out battering his cock inside of your warm velvety pussy from behind holding you to his chest your back arched pressing your shoulder blades against his naked chest. “Fuck..” he let out a shaky sigh of pleasure gritting his teeth tightening his arms around you “I love you..Increase your emotions to hundred percent” his answer caused you to moan out loud.

— Love overdrive —

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( if any grammatical mistakes, I apologise in advance)

[candylix]

one little lie | hyung line (part 3)

Pairing • FWB!Minho x Fem!Reader x Hyung Line

A/N • This is part 3! You can see the series masterlist here.

Summary • The boys have one rule in their shared apartment. Don't bring girls over for sex. So when Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walk in on Minho fucking the living daylights out of you in the living room, he has to lie to save his own skin. His excuse? That's not a girl under him... you're a sex robot. And now they all want to try you out.

Genre • smut, sci-fi ish? (sex robots are a thing in this world that people know about and use)

WC • 2.9k

Content • reader pretends to be a sex robot, free use, dubcon, groping, dry humping, sexual comments, piv penetration (with feelings!), clit stimulation, orgasm denial, riding

Minho walks you out of the bathroom, and you arrive to the empty living room. Chan was definitely still recovering after what he just did, but where were the other two?

You sit on the couch, right in front of the coffee table that started it all. This would have been a completely different day if you fucked in his room instead. Maybe you would've had to try and sneak out of the apartment without being caught. That would've been thrilling.

But you have to admit, today was fun too.

You hear Minho's phone vibrate in his pants, and he takes it out to see who's texting him.

"Oh, it's Jisung. He says he's gonna be here very soon."

"Talking to the robot? I know you're lonely, but come on."

Hyunjin strolls into the room, wearing nothing but loose, cotton pajama pants. You freeze, eyes staring straight ahead. As soon as he sees you sitting pretty in the middle of the couch, he stops caring about whatever he was going to do, and makes his way towards you.

Minho's eyes furrow, but he ignores Hyunjin's teasing to text Jisung back.

Hyunjin takes a seat behind you, and snakes one hand under your shirt to fondle your boobs.

"Do we have to give her back?" he whines.

"Yes..." Minho says, and looks back up from his phone, only to see Hyunjin groping you like he wasn't even there. "Do you have to be doing that? Have some decorum."

"I literally saw you with your dick in her a few hours ago. You don't get to talk."

As if to spite Minho, he moves himself to sit behind you, and both his hands travel under your shirt and to your chest. He continues squeezing you, palms rubbing over your nipples until they poke out under his hands. He pulls and pinches them, and you try to suppress the noise you make, but a soft whimper slips out anyway. You feel something hard press against your lower back— he's turned on. You sit there as he fondles you, and his erection grows stiffer. Suddenly, you feel movement, and you realize Hyunjin has started rubbing his dick against you. He grinds his cock against your ass, slightly bouncing you up and down, and Minho just stares in silence at the scene unfolding in front of him. His own erection forms as he watches Hyunjin grope and dry hump you. Unconsciously, his hand lowers down to palm at his crotch.

Finally, Changbin walks in, and when he sees Hyunjin humping you on the couch, he kicks him out from behind you. Reluctantly, Hyunjin stops, and his hands come out from under your shirt. He moves to sit beside you once again.

"Do that in private, man. Gross."

"Well, Minho liked it," Hyunjin says, and Minho's cheeks flush.

"What? No! I was in shock! I can't believe you did that."

"Mmhm. Sure. Look where your hand is right now."

Minho looks down, and his eyes widen when he sees his hand mindlessly rubbing his bulge. He yanks his hand away, and you can see the huge mound that has formed.

"Both of you need help," Changbin says, and leaves for the kitchen.

A moment later, Chan walks in, and sees you on the couch.

"Oh, she comes with clothes?" he asks

"Of course she has clothes," Minho says pointedly, "I had to bring her here, and I'm not gonna be seen carrying a naked woman around with me."

"I don't know what you're into," Chan says, and walks to take a seat on the couch beside you. You're sandwiched between these two men, and Chan's hand lays itself on your thigh. Unlike Hyunjin, he doesn't go any further than that.

"He's into watching people fuck the sex robot," Hyunjin says, snickering at Minho's face getting progressively more red.

Chan's face drops. Apparently, it wasn't just 'bros helping bros' for Minho.

You hear someone pounding on the front door, startling everyone in the room, and saving Minho from this uncomfortable conversation. The door knob rattles frantically, but the door is locked, so whoever's there goes back to banging on the door.

Minho is more than happy to leave them and go open the door, and no one is surprised when Jisung reveals himself on the other side. He barrels into the apartment, almost pushing Minho down, and his eyes fix on you.

He swings his arm out to point at Chan.

"Get your nasty ass hand off of her, fiend!" he yells.

Chan raises his hands up, and Jisung points at Hyunjin next.

"And you. Put a shirt on!"

"This is literally my apartment," Hyunjin says, shrugging off Jisung's complaint.

Changbin runs back into the living room with a half empty water bottle, raised like a club.

"What the hell is that- oh. Hi, Jisung." He lowers down his improvised weapon.

"Hey," Jisung says calmly, as if none of that just happened.

"Here for your girlfriend?" Changbin asks, intending to make fun of him, but his words bounce off Jisung easily.

"Yes," he says, and turns to the men on the couch, "Now bring her to me!"

Chan and Hyunjin look at each other, look back to Jisung, and when he signals for them to come, they lift you up and walk you to him. Jisung gently grasps your shoulders, and looks into your eyes.

"Blink once if you're ok."

The two men standing behind you roll their eyes at his theatrics, unaware that you can and do respond. You blink, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Jisung holds you close to his chest, and looks back at the men in the room.

"Well, thanks for using my robot without permission. I definitely wanted you to do that," he says, fake annoyance in his voice.

"Not sorry," Changbin says, walking over to where the rest of you are standing. "She was great."

"Can you send me the link to the store? I want one for myself," Hyunjin asks.

"You can't buy these online," Jisung responds, not missing a beat.

Unlike Minho, Jisung is good at coming up with excuses that are actually believable. You've known him a long time; it's a skill he developed while asking for homework extensions and calling in sick to work.

"Oh," Hyunjin says, "is there a physical location I can go to?"

"No the store burnt down. It's closed forever," Minho says, words tumbling out of his mouth faster than he can think. Jisung side-eyes him.

"Anyway, I gotta go now," Jisung interjects. He opens the door to leave, and Minho wraps an arm under you to walk you out.

"Bring her back sometime!" Chan yells out.

"No!" Jisung yells back, and closes the door.

When they're finally out in the hallway, Jisung smacks the back of Minho's head.

"Ow, what was that for!?"

Minho unwraps his hand from around you, and clasps the sore spot on his head.

"Everything," Jisung says. "Never try to lie again. You're terrible at it."

"Agreed," you say.

You walk back to Jisung's car. Minho takes the front seat, so you sit at the back while Jisung drives. Everyone sits in silence, not sure what to say after all that happened. You take this time to reflect. You know what a rational person would think about all this, but they've fucked the rationality out of you. All things considered, if Minho wanted to 'borrow' you again… you don't know that you'd be opposed.

"So…" Jisung starts, interrupting the silence. "Can I use the sex robot too?"

This time it was Minho's turn to smack him on the head.

"I was joking!" Jisung says defensively. Minho raises his hand again, and Jisung shields himself with his arm.

"Hide your boner before you say that," Minho responds.

"What? I'm not-" he glances down, noticing the tent springing up in his pants. "This is just because I love driving. Traffic is so sexy."

"God, you're so annoying. Why am I even friends with you?"

"Excuse me. I just saved your ass."

You laugh at your two friends bickering in the front seats. They can be stupid sometimes, but you're glad to have them around.

"Thank you, Jisung," you say, and they both quiet down.

"Thanks," Minho says softly.

You can see a smile form on Jisung's face in the rear view mirror.

"Don't mention it. I'll always be here for you both."

You finally arrive back home, and you hug Jisung goodbye. Minho walks with you into your apartment.

The first thing you do is collapse onto the couch. It was a long day, you're tired, and all you want to do is lie down.

"Come on, you need to wash up properly," Minho says, attempting to lift you up.

You don't budge. Minho gives up, and falls on top of you, squishing you under him.

"Hey!" you laugh, and you try to push him off, but he holds onto you.

"I thought we were laying down," he says, smiling as you struggle under him, until you finally manage to push him off. He rolls onto the floor, laying on his back. He looks up at you, and sighs.

"I'm sorry about all that. I should've just..."

"It's ok," you say, and he sits up.

"No, that was a shitty thing to do."

"Minho, really. I had fun."

His face finally softens up.

"Yeah, I could see that," he says, smirking. You throw a cushion at him.

"Don't give me that look. I saw you jerking yourself off in the living room."

He pauses.

"Fuck. They saw me do that. I'm never gonna live that down. And I didn't even get to cum," he says, collapsing back to the floor. "Why did they come home so early."

You feel bad for the guy. All his roommates got to fuck you, when the whole plan was for him to do it. You saw his dick bulging in his pants more times than you actually saw his dick today. He was probably horny as hell, but trying to keep it together.

His face is buried in his hands as he thinks about all the embarrassing things he did in front of his roommates.

You just wanted to tease him more.

"Yeah, I bet they're talking about it right now," you say. He groans. "I bet they're talking about how you helped Chan fuck me. How you bounced me on his dick and watched him cum inside me."

He squeezes his legs together. The teasing is working.

"I bet you wanted to watch the others too, right? You didn't get to see Hyunjin fucking himself on my boobs."

Minho moans, and you can tell he wasn't expecting it, because he turns to hide his face from you.

"And Changbin... he was so thick. He completely stretched me out. You should've seen the way he pounded into me. He could barely fit inside."

"You're killing me," Minho whispers.

"Remember what Jisung said in the car? I'm sure you would've loved to see him pull over and fuck me in the backseat-"

"Alright!" he shouts, interrupting you.

He suddenly stands up, with a massive protrusion in his crotch. Without warning, he pulls down your pants, and then his own, and you see his hard, leaking cock throbbing in front of you. He wastes no time climbing on top of you. He pulls off your shirt, and throws it across the room.

"You really want to see me horny, huh? Well guess what, it worked."

He grabs your wrists and holds them over your head with one hand. He did this after your time with Hyunjin, when he was wiping you down, but you don't think he'll be as gentle this time.

"Do you know how hard it was, seeing their cum all over you, and not fucking you then and there?"

At those words, you can feel yourself getting wet. You've never seen him like this before.

His free hand goes to his cock, positioning it at your entrance. He pushes it to your core, but doesn't put it in. It throbs against you, desperate and needy, and your pussy throbs with it.

"I was trying not to overwhelm you, but it looks like I should've just fucked you every time we went to the bathroom together."

He punctuates his sentence by ramming his cock in you. It hits you hard, and you can't help the moan that comes out.

"While I was waiting for you to finish, you were getting drunk on all their cocks, huh? You like getting fucked like a sex toy?"

He rams his dick inside you again, and you moan louder.

"I'll use you like one, then."

His hands move to your waist, and he thrusts into you, again and again, finally getting to fuck you after watching all his friends fuck you first. His bucking is desperate and frantic, and you barely have time to process the way his dick plows into you before it's taken out and slammed back in.

One hand moves to your clit, and you moan out his name as he rubs circles around it. You twitch under his touch, the stimulation from inside and out of your pussy leaving you unable to control yourself. He watches you writhe on the couch, brain turned to mush as he fucks you senseless.

How he feels is paradoxical— he liked watching you get fucked, but he needed you to want him more.

He leans over you, thrusting into you deeper, and grabs your boobs.

"Did you like it when Hyunjin did this?" he asks, and gives them a squeeze. You answer his question with a moan, and he kneads into your breasts. You can feel your orgasm growing as he continues bucking into you, and your nipples harden under his hands. He pulls your nipples when he thrusts into your g-spot, and you can feel yourself about to reach your climax.

"I'm gonna cum," you moan, and he immediately stops. You feel his dick slide out against your walls, and you whimper at the empty feeling he leaves you with. Your core aches from the loss of contact, throbbing as your orgasm slowly disappears.

"Not yet."

He carries you up from the couch, making you stand up while he takes a seat. His legs are slightly spread apart, and he holds his throbbing cock up, but it's so hard that it might as well be standing up on it's own.

"Sit down," he commands, and you waste no time climbing onto his lap. He guides you onto him, and you feel his cock fill you up as you lower yourself down. Soon, his entire dick throbs inside you, hot and stiff as it presses into a sensitive spot.

"I'll make you feel better than Chan did," he whispers, and a chill runs down your spine.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, licking on and around it, and he kneads your other boob with his hand. He rolls his hips into you, his free arm holding your waist to keep you steady, and you melt into the feeling. His cock pumps into you, slow at first, but he speeds up as his own need builds. Your head leans back as you feel your orgasm coming, and you buck into him. His dick hits you harder as you bounce into it, and he moans into your boob. He breaks away from your chest to watch you fuck yourself on his dick. Your eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, and you moan loudly when he bucks his hip forcefully into you.

His hips roll into you faster now, watching you moan and twitch on his lap. You can feel your orgasm come quickly, and one last thrust into your g-spot takes you over the edge. You feel his dick keep pounding into you as your walls clench, and you gush around his cock. The pressure on his dick, and moan that comes out of you, are enough to take him into his own orgasm. He bucks into you wildly, and you feel his hot liquid spurt out inside you as he moans your name.

He leans back into the couch in exhaustion. You're too tired to get yourself off him, so you grab his chest to hold yourself up.

He admires how you look, breathing heavily after being fucked, sitting on his lap with his cock still buried deep inside you. He could stay here forever with you like this.

"Who was better?" he asks, "Me, or them?" He rolls his hips into you, and you twitch from how sensitive you are.

"You," you say, still breathless from what just happened.

"Of course I am."

He helps you off of his lap, and you collapse onto the couch next to him.

"Still, if you want me to 'borrow' you again, let me know. I'm sure they'd love to see you again."

You're too tired to respond, so you just nod your head.

The atmosphere surrounding the rest of the evening is very warm. He cleans you up thoroughly, and you order takeout to eat for dinner. He puts on a movie, and you fall asleep on his shoulder halfway through. When the movie ends, he carries you to your bed and tucks you in. He considers leaving, but you look so comfortable, so instead he joins you under the covers and snuggles up to you. Soon, he falls asleep too.

He dreams of Jisung fucking you in the backseat of his car.

Here's what Jisung was up to during the events of the story

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This is the end! Thanks for reading everyone! This was meant to be the end of the series, but a lot of people have asked for more, and I really enjoyed writing it, so eventually there will be more parts! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! For now, here's the series masterlist, and maybe by the time you see this I've already written more.

[erwinsvow]

can u do reader asking rafe to leave the room so she can change? it’s a tiktok trend rn if im not mistaken

imagine this but him and kook trio reader havent started dating yet... ♡

rafe doesn't see you set up your camera in the corner, but he looks up when he hears your voice.

"rafe. can you go wait downstairs for a minute?"

"shut up. m'busy, i gotta finish this-" you think he's doing something important on his phone, glancing over to see a chess match in progress. not even the kind in the imessage games, the app, meaning he's playing a robot.

"rafe! i need to change. can you go wait outside at least?"

that gets his attention. he sets the chess down, staring up at you. right now you're wearing one of his big shirts and sweatpants, but he sees a white dress he recognizes as one of his favorites in your hand, brown sandals waiting by your feet. you two are meeting kelce and top for dinner on the pier, which admittedly, he forgot about.

"the fuck are you talkin' about?"

"i need to change. can you just go outside for a second? thank y-"

"don't fuckin' thank me. m'not going anywhere."

"um-"

"you change in front of me everyday. we've seen each other naked. why the fuck would i go outside?"

you flush at the memory, though you had been sure that you two had been too drunk to remember.

"rafe. it's called privacy. ever heard of it?"

"no. get changed with me here or not at all." you groan, though you can't stop the smile on your face at the fact that he won't leave. you don't even remember that you're recording it. you hear rafe snort to himself. "wants me to leave. y'lucky if i keep my eyes closed."

at dinner, kelce and top start talking about something with his new boat. you turn to rafe, playing with the hem of your white dress.

"you know i never change in front of kelce or top."

it comes out almost like a question, like you want to know what he thinks about that. when you look up at him, he's staring right back at you. you two always sit close but right now it feels even more than just close, you can see his freckles and he can see a fallen eyelash on your cheek. his fingers twitch with the urge to brush it away.

"good. keep it that way."

[pokespe-rainbow]

Any Tmnt Iteration x Spider-Man!Reader: First meeting

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You hold the proud title of New York one and only superhero. It's probably been months since that weird spider bite you, and that incident with your uncle's demise probably let you scarred for life, but that's not what we're gonna talk today! Can we please let your dead uncle out of this? Yeah? Thank you!

You've done a lot of things for this city, seriously, from a crazy guy with robotic wings to an electricist that controls electricity. Pretty ironic doesn't? Of course, no version of Spider-Man could be Spiderman if the media didn't drag your reputation through the mud. You can thank that to your boss, Burne Thompson. You almost regret coming to him when selling your image for a few bucks, but you were desperate. If it helps your aunt to get to the end of the month, you could take a little of public humiliation. At least one of your coworkers, April O'Neil, is nice enough and always talks good from your alter ego when she's on the scene. In fact, the number of times you've rescued her is enough to tag her of your Lois Lane or your Vicky Vale. She's pretty, but you're not interested!

It was just another normal night, doing your spider things and taking yourself selfies, until your Spidey Sense started buzzing and telling you danger approaches. You keep your camera in their place with one of your webs before waiting for action.

You didn't expect to find an oversized turtle in a skateboard just goofing around. Okay, it's New York, weird shit happens all the time. The Turtle had an orange bandana and a pair of nunchakus on their belt. Oh! And they're naked! Well, turtles didn't have the same genitalia mammals had. In none of your Animal Planet you never saw a crocodile's junk— No Spidey! Bad Spidey! Your Spidey Sense never gets wrong! And if your Spider sense says this Turtle is dangerous, then some truth must be!

"That's some pair of good tricks over there" - you say casually as the Turtle frozes and start looking around - "Up here buddy, on the side of the building."

The Turtle's eyes are surprisingly... Human. Of a pretty baby blue color. Squared head and two holes instead of a nose. You think you could actually freak out if there was an actual human nose there.

"Holy sh—!" - comes out a very human and childish voice. He sounds pretty much like someone your age should sound - "[S/n]! I'm sorry! I promise I didn't do anything illegal! Just don't take me to jail!" - he frenetically screams

"Woah woah, easy buddy " - you put your hands in the air as a sign peace - "I'm not going to do anything as long you didn't do anything, okay? You just don't see a giant turtle every night! A giant lizard? Maybe. I was just curious. You don't plan to do anything in this neighborhood?" - you do you best to out your vest Batman voice

"No Sir/Ma'am No!" - The Turtle stand up straight

"No taking over the city plans I should worry about?" - you ask again

"I promise! I'm a good guy!"

"Very well" - you stayed silent for a couple of seconds before changing the mood - "I believe you!"

The Turtle stays still before looking at you - "You do?"

"Yes"

"You're not gonna run screaming or anything?" - ask the Turtle

"My dude, or dudette or non binary buddy, is that's your wave. This is New York. If you can't stand a pair of wierd shit like giant animals then you're a pussy and you should move out because you're not a yanqui if you're not used to"

"Oooohhh" - the Turtle seems to realize - "Thanks... That's... That was nice, you're the first person that doesn't run away screaming"

"And you're the first person, excuse me, reptile that doesn't try to kill me on the spot. I should be thanking you" - you said as you decide this little fella over there is going to become your favorite person in New York at this point as you jump and land next to him... Her.. They? - "Do you have any name I can call you?"

"Sure! Name's Michelangelo! But my brother's call me Mikey!" - answers the Turtle

"As the artist? You know? The one with the naked statues?"

"Exactly!" - Mikey says before laughing - "Oh, I'm so gonna use that with my brothers!"

Curiosity spikes you. He already mentioned his brothers twice. As much as you like to ask if they're turtles as well you decide to keep your questions for yourself. You don't know how he ended up as a giant turtle, but the world weren't as gentle with the ones that were different.

"Really, wait to you hear this one—" - you were about to drop some lame joke before you could heard police sirens on the distance - "Shoot. Duty calls" - You turn to look at Michelangelo - "Sorry, but I gotta go"

"Sure! Go kick some bad guys ass!" - cheered Michelangelo - "I can't wait to rub I meet [S/n] on Donnie's face!"

"Oh really?" - you rise an eyebrow behind your mask - "Can you tell me tomorrow how it go?"

"Really dude/dudette?" - asked Michelangelo, you could see the starry look in his eyes

"Yeah! Same hour, same place!" - you say as you prepare to swing away - "And don't talk to stangers in alleys!"

"I Won't!" - you heard him answer as you swing away

New York. The city a Turtle and a Spider could get along...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crash and Burn 11

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The buzz wakes you up. Again.

You twitch and open your eyes but don't get up. You're not going to give Tony the satisfaction.

You sigh and stare at the ceiling. You're groggy. It could be the wine he fed you at dinner or the incessant vibrational torture. It hardly matters which it is.

It's been a day or two. Depending on how you see it. You're not sure how much longer you can take this. Tony wants to say he's being generous. You couldn't enjoy the lavish dinner. Not with the gawkers or him. You can't even remember what you ordered.

You sit up as another vibration jolts you. You're ready to hunt him down and smack him upside the head. You don't have to. He's right beside you.

You see the watch still on his wrist. There's a message on it. You squint and lean over him. 'Morning protocol in effect.' Bastard.

You reach for his wrist and tap the screen. It chirps. 'Fingerprint not accepted'. The fuck.

"Morning, sweetheart," Tony grumbles into the pillow. He chortles rockily.

"Turn it--" you hold your breath as it vibes again. "Off."

"Huh?" He rolls over, the lines of the pillow etched into his face.

"Hey, listen," you snap your fingers at him. "I am going to strangle you of this doesnt stop. Really, dude. I'm about to snap."

He laughs again and rubs his forehead. He looks at you and exhales. He grunts as he sits up.

"You ask me with your tits out and I'll do anything. Just a hint." He brings his wrist up and taps. "Suspend protocol." He says to it.

You look down at your naked chest. You quickly spin away. You shove past the tangled blankets and stand, searching for something to cover up. That will do.

You grab the silky red robe and pull it on. You tie the belt. You're so sore and your head is starting to pound.

"Ah, another bonus. Wearing my clothes. It's like you're tryna to do something with my morning wood." He snickers. You face him and scowl. "That's number three; that look."

"Please, I'm exhausted. I need..." You pause and get a whiff of yourself. "A shower and advil. Oh, and coffee."

"I'll get you all of that, you just gotta do one thing."

"Tony," you groan.

"Just give it a kiss." He tears the blankets off. "Just the tip."

"You-- you're --"

"I'm compromising, baby. Work with me."

You swallow. Fine. Whatever. You stomp over to him and glare down at his erection. You bend and he angles it up. You press your lips to it and he catches the back of your head. You grunts as he smears pre-cum across your lips.

You wrench away and stagger. He cackles. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, barely resisting the urge to spit.

"The hell."

"Sorry, I had to." He shrugs.

Did he? Really?

"Shower." You grumble.

"Sure thing. Right through there. He'll, take a bath. I know you must be feeling raw," he grabs himself and starts to stroke. "I'll keep myself occupied."

You hold back a blech and spin away. It's like he's trying to make you feel dirtier. You stomp away into the attached bathroom.

You go to the large round tub. The luxury gives you pause. It's the first time you can think enough to really take it in. Everything is so big. So shiny.

You bend over the rim and twist the faucet.

As you stand, you're frightened by a woman's voice. It's that robot he talks too.

"Hello, miss, would you like to watch the news while you bathe?" She asks.

You hesitate. You don't really care about the world. Not when that rat bastard destroyed yours.

"Sure," you say. "Uh, thanks."

It will give you a distraction.

You take off the robe and hang it. There's a clean towel on the bar. Thank god

You get in the tub and a flat screen embedded in the wall above starts to play. You read the banner as the audio is drowned out by the water pouring out. You recline as the warmth slowly builds in the tub.

You close your eyes and let your muscles ease. You keep waiting for the vibration. It doesn't come.

When the tub is full, you sit up and shut off the water. You recline and your eyes focus. You sit up before you can relax.

You're on the screen. With Tony. It's from last night and there's the big font below; Stark's Mystery Woman.

Ah, shit.

As if his sixth sense is tingling, Tony enters. You look at him, about to a snarl, but the smell of coffee stops you. He rattles a bottle at you.

"Advil. I could get you something stronger and we could have some real fun," he offers.

You shake your head. You reach for the bottle. "Thanks."

"Oh, you're welcome," he preens. "Cappuccino. Hand-delivered." He puts the cup on near the brim of the tub on a stool.

"Yeah, thank you." You uncap the bottle.

"Ha, I see the horde for their fill," he turns to watch the TV. "Love this part. They come up with the most wild conspiracies."

"Jesus," you mutter and throw back the tablets.

You put the bottle beside the mug as you reach for it. You sense him watching you. You sip.

"I like you," he leans in the brim of the tub. "You know that? You don't give a shit. The others, they'd be taking selfies, or trying to get caught again. You hate it."

I hate you, you think. You choose your coffee over him. You're not pushing it.

"Ugh, you know, you're right," he hooks his fingers under the waistband of his black silk pajamas. "I could use a soak."

He shoves the pants down and kicks them away. He struts up and steps over the side of the tub. He slides down next to you and stretches his arm around the edge, right behind you. You bite down on your discomfort.

"This is nice." He rubs your shoulder. "I don't gotta put it on for you. Nothing impresses you, sweetheart."

[heytopman]

Pups 4 Sale

“Pups for sale” the sign read in black blocky letters. John couldn’t believe it. He was just talking to his girlfriend about adopting a dog and here a sign just up the road from his house was offering them up. He couldn’t wait! He called the number. 

“Heeelllo”, a voice drawled over the receiver. “How can I help you?” 

“Hi, I’m calling for the dogs for sale. Just wanted to to check and make sure you still had some.” 

“Oh sure, we got plenty of pups. Take the exit off 95, can’t miss us.” 

“Great! Is there an address or—“ **click**. The call ended. “Well okay then…guess we’re doing this the old fashioned way.”  

John made his way down the highway and turned off 95. In his mind all the businesses off these highways were sleazy, porno hubs; but sure enough, a small building appeared as the last gleams of sunshine touched the horizon. As John entered the building he was overcome by a strong musk. His nose turned up at the heavy odor. It was like someone had thrown him head first into a hamper of his fellow Rugby bros used jockstraps…maybe this wasn’t the place for him. He heard a whimper behind one of the doors. Curious, he pushed the door slightly ajar. 

“Well hi there. You must be the man that called earlier, John was it?” John turned around with a start to find himself looking down at a wiry, muscular man. 

“Hi yes, but I don’t recall giving you my name-“ 

“Well, ain’t you a brick shit house? You’re gonna make one of these pups mighty happy. Come on in and we’ll get you outfitted.” 

John wanted to protest, but the longer he huffed the potent, musk ladened air the less his mind could function. He found himself lumbering behind the scrawnier man toward a counter racked with leather collars and leashes, chains and crops. Before John could protest he found the man pulling off his shirt. John’s muscled chest was now on full display. To his horror his shoes and pants were next to follow. He could only watch as his jock strap covered crotch came into full view. Why was his bulge getting hard?! Was he getting off on this? His girlfriend would never forgive him. 

“My oh my. We don’t have to change that jock that’s for sure. You worked out hard in that. Now why is a straight man such as yourself wearing jockstrap?” 

“Rugby practice.” John responded robotically. 

“Hot. Well I said straight, but you won’t be for long, just keep huffing away at that air.” The nearly naked John found himself breathing deeper, his body covered in a heavy sheen of sweat. Getting smellier and smellier with each passing second.  

“Fuuckkkk”, John breathed out. Although lost in the pheromone haze, he felt incredible. He peered down at the smaller man, just in time to see him uncapping a dark bottle and emptying a thick oil onto his hands. Those hands made their way to his body. His chest heaving as they made purchase. His whole body vibrating as it absorbed the strange liquid; his muscles began to heave and swell larger and larger. 

He could no longer see past his muscled chest, which quickly became coated in a thick pelt of black curly hairs, his sweat soaking into his new hairy chest. His abs rippled and convulsed into hairy cobblestones. His arms erupted into thick hairy hammers held up by his lats. His armpits began to emit the same pungent musk that permeated the air as wiry, rough hairs curled out from them. John could only feel as his legs followed suit, his jockstrap barely able to contain his new thick package and heavy balls. His legs became thick and muscular and just as hairy as the rest of him, his feet enormous and smelly. 

“FUUUCCKKKK!!!” John’s new cock began to pulse and then surged to life, ripping his jockstrap to smithereens as pre cum and stink began to leak from the tip. The new hairy beast of a man could finally think again, but his thoughts drifted to new places. The overpowering musk from the place clarified into individual smells that he could piece out. Each one led him down a scent filled trail. He suddenly knew what kind of “pup” he would be taking home with him.  

As the realization settled in he began seeing the gear that surrounded him in a new light. He needed a new jockstrap after all. He grabbed leashes and collars, he fitted his new massive body with a harness, leather gauntlets and bands. He was fitted with a new leather jock as well. Adorned with a thick zipper that covered a large cod piece, just big enough to hold his massive cock and bull balls. He pulled assless chaps over his tree trunk thighs and found size 13 boots to cover his gargantuan smelly feet.  

The newly minted leather daddy breathed in deeply, pushing his wiry creator aside. The sleazy man could only watch in proud admiration as John followed his nose to a scent so sweet it was impossible to ignore. He made his way to the door he almost walked in earlier and with a heavy shove he slammed the door open. There before him was the most beautiful pup he’d ever seen, golden hair, blue eyes, muscled in all the right places with a fatty chest and plump, thicc ass. The daddy adjusted his chaps as fresh blood pumped to his fat cock. 

“I’ll take him.” He smiled and with a quick **click** he attached the new leather collar and leash and led his new pup to his truck. 

                                       … 

Several months passed, Master John and his pup Jake developed an impossibly strong bond. Out in the real world they were husbands, devoted and kind, the type of gays you’d want at your neighborhood barbecue. But behind closed doors? Jake was Spark the devoted pup to his Master, his holes always ready for use, his body smooth and immaculately tended to, his only purpose in life was to fulfill his masters every sexual desire. 

Master’s scent drove all the other Dads in the neighborhood wild annd after asserting his dominance, Master would bring over other daddies for “poker night”. With each game the men would slowly transform into hot, hairy muscle beasts just like John, but none so dominant. Spark’s job was to service the smelly men in any way they needed. Often times they would unzip their jeans allowing Spark full access to their ever growing bones under the poker table. The ultimate pot winner was awarded the use of Spark’s tight asshole. The night always ended with Spark howling and whimpering as he bounced up and down on the hairy, smelly, muscular prize winner. His cock only spraying when Master John gave his permission. “Okay Spark…CUM!” 

Maybe the other Daddies would have to get live in pups of their own? I’m sure their wives would understand. Master John knew just the place where they could adopt.

[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 8

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 (SMUT) / pt 9

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Romance)

Description: Cooper and Reader enjoy SuperDuperMart.

TW: Mentions of bad parenting and emotional abuse, mentions of sex but no smut.

The next couple of days felt like pure bliss. We spent our time exploring SuperDuperMart, finding endless supplies. I even finally was able to change my clothes into something cleaner. It was surprising that the place was not more ransacked than it was. Maybe it was the location that protected it. Eventually, I had Cooper move the bodies away from the couch and into a different room. During the act, I was too distracted to mind, but the idea of having sex next to them bothered me. The flickering lights and the decrepit couch started to feel like home, someplace we could stay forever. The large supply of Jet would have him set for a long time so he no longer needed to worry about making money to survive. 

More often than not, we ended the days wrapped up in each other, naked on the couch. Bit by bit, Cooper started to open up to me more. Telling me bits and pieces about his ex-wife and daughter. He would never admit it but it hurt him to talk about it so he didn't say much, but was grateful for anything he was willing to give me. I told him more about my home. My father and brothers who kept me locked away in the house, constantly cooking and cleaning. The romance books that I hid under my bed so my father wouldn't take them away. How desperately I wanted to escape but was too afraid to for so long.

"Someday, I'm going to pay that man a visit." He hissed; the venom clear in his voice. 

While I was grateful that he wanted to avenge me, I was happy with the idea of never going back there again. Not even for revenge. They didn't deserve to know I was alive and happy. Not that they would care.

On this particular day, we ended the night like we always did, naked on the couch with me sprawled out on top of him, a light blanket covering the bottom half of my body. It was becoming my happy place, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. 

"We've become domesticated," I mumbled into his chest, causing him to laugh.

"I will NEVER be domesticated, darlin'. I'm just takin' a break is all." He responded; determination clear in his voice. 

Honestly? I didn't mind the idea of leaving this place eventually. I would follow that man anywhere. "I'm excited for our next adventure then."

-

I woke up groggy and confused as I heard footsteps coming closer. Cooper groaned as he pulled the blanket farther up my body, shielding me from wandering eyes. 

"Why hello there boys. Now ya'll here for the ice cream social, I'm afraid I got some bad news." He said, converting back into his old, cocky self.

One of the men crouched in front of the couch, looking between us, a look of disgust clear on his face. I squeaked from the embarrassment as I clutched at the blanket.

"That is absolutely disgusting," He murmured at the sight of us before looking over at the robot that had been stuttering for days. "Take it's fusion core." He nodded to the other men. 

I was practically buzzing from the fear coursing through my body. Cooper could feel it, so he snaked his arm around me protectively.

"Now," The man started again. "Destroying a legitimate business? That's illegal around these parts." He said, a cocky tone in his voice. 

"Says who?" Cooper asked, anger clear in his voice. 

"The government." The man responds menacingly before one of the others hit Cooper in the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. We were so focused on the man in front of us that we didn't notice the one sneaking around the back of the couch.

"Cooper!" I squealed as one of the men grabbed my arm and wrenched me off of him causing the blanket to fall to the ground. "Well looky here." The man slurred as I tried my best to cover myself. "How did a ghoul get so lucky? You some sorta pervert?" 

"Let go of me!" I cried out, looking back to Cooper. He started to stir, slowly waking up from the temporary loss of consciousness. In response, the men pointed their guns at him. "No, please!" I pleaded. 

"Don't worry miss we ain't gonna shoot him." He explained, "As long as he doesn't fight, that is. Now get dressed." He said throwing me to the ground on top of our clothes pile. With shaky hands I did as I was told, grateful that they didn't have other plans for me. 

By the time I was dressed Cooper's eyes were open. He was seething, baring his teeth to the man in front of him. The man responded by grabbing my arm and spinning me around, so my back was against his chest as he cocked a gun against my forehead. "Your turn ghoul. Get dressed."

A retort died on the tip of Cooper's tongue as he saw the tears running down my face. He let out an angry grunt before quickly throwing his clothes back on. Before he could say a word, the man who hit him took a rope and tied it around his wrists. "You are coming with us." The man growled.

The man holding me didn't bother tying me up, instead opting to keep a tight hold on my bicep. It didn't take long to start hurting. I was definitely going to have a bruise. His companion walked next to Cooper, gun in hand ready to shoot him at a moment's notice. The walk was quiet, tension was thick in the air. We didn't know where they were taking us. "At least they seem to need us alive for now." I thought to myself, glancing back at Cooper.

"Eyes forward." The man hissed at me, shaking me slightly.

I did as I was told, not wanting to push my luck. After a couple of hours of walking, we found ourselves heading inside a neglected building. The inside was decorated like it was out of one of the movies Cooper had me watch at SuperDuperMart. The man holding Cooper pushed him through some swinging doors. 

"Well, shit." A man says as soon as Cooper enters the room.

Why, Sorrel Booker." He chuckled.

Hope swelled in my chest at the idea that they knew each other. That maybe we'd be lucky enough that he would let us go. Sorrel Booker was a bigger man, he was sitting comfortably at a table with a large piece of meat in front of him. We were obviously interrupting his meal. The two men threw us down into chairs at the table. 

"I heard it was a ghoul that fucked up that SuperDuperMart." Booker mused, "Nobody told me it was THE ghoul." He said before picking up his knife. "You know who you boys brought in?" He asked the two men behind us. "This sumbitch right here used to be the best bounty hunter to ever shoot a man in the ass. Kids these days don't know their goddamn history."

I looked down into my lap and fiddled with my hands. This man was so hard to read. I couldn't tell if he was friends with Cooper or not. When I looked back up Booker's eyes were on me.

"Who's your friend?" He asked Cooper.

Before Cooper could respond, one of the men piped up, "We found these two naked. Can ya believe it?" He said, a tone of revulsion in his voice. "Disgusting."

"Her name is Y/n." Cooper said, throwing a dirty look at the man behind him, "And she didn't do shit.”

"She's with ya. How innocent can she be?" Booker asked.

There was a moment of silence before Cooper asked, "Say you got a needle and thread?"

One of the men behind us scoffed, "Sorry, we don't do a lot of knittin' around here."

"It's called sewing," Cooper responded, unamused. "I think I got some in my bag."

Booker nodded toward one of his men who immediately complied with the order, pulling out a rag. I shot him a curious glance as the man unfolded the rag on the table, everyone giving Cooper a disgusted look as his finger rolled out. Cooper held up his wrists expectantly, silently asking to be unbound.

"Now come on now, Sorrel, we are old friends, ain't we?" Cooper said as he stared him down.

Booker took a moment before relenting, cutting Cooper loose. "Look at you. 200 years." My eyes opened wide in surprise, during our talks Cooper never mentioned he was 200 years old. "I don't know what keeps you goin'. Maybe you like the feelin' of that good old Californian sunshine on your wrinkly ass face. Or maybe this one isn't the first girl you've found willin' to fuck a ghoul." He finished.

Cooper glanced over at me as he started sewing his finger back on his hand before saying, "Nah, she's one of a kind."

"How sweet." The man behind me said sarcastically. 

"Or maybe," Booker continued. "You're still lookin' for her."

I stiffened at his statement. Was there someone else?

"Well Sorrel, I can confidently cross one reason off that list for ya. I sure as hell ain't still alive so I can have unintelligent conversations with dipshits like yourself." Cooper responded. Booker had obviously hit a nerve. 

One of the men immediately responded by hitting Cooper in the head again with his gun. "Watch your mouth. That's the president of the government you're talkin' to." He sneered.

Cooper slowly leaned back into his chair. He looked calm, but I could see the anger still simmering inside of him. "Ah. You a president now?" He asked Sorrel.

"Don't see why not," Sorrel responded confidently, taking another bite of his food.

"Well, you might want to hire a publicist because this is the first I'm hearin' about this outfit. Now, what I am hearin' is a whole lot of chatter about some woman. Name of Moldaver." Cooper replied.

"They call her the flame mother. Now that bitch is dangerous." Sorrel said with a serious look on his face. 

"Well, when it comes to leadership these days, dangerous is what they call a prerequisite," Cooper said smirking.

"Somebody's gotta step up and bring some order around here. You know why these boys brought you in?" Booker asked, puffing out his chest. 

"Cause I fucked up a poor, defenseless, gang-affiliated organ dealership?" Cooper mumbled, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yup," Sorrel said with conviction. "Now I've always liked you-"

"Well, I've always liked you," Cooper interrupted with a smile on his face.

"Well, ain't that sweet. But that SuperDuperMart you two gutted was under our protection. So, if I wanted to let you go scot-free, folks might lose faith about what we are trying to do here. And then what?" Booker explained.

"Anarchy in the streets," Cooper answered.

"Exactly, so you got anything to say in your defense?" Sorrel asked.

"Guilty as charged." The ghoul responded confidently. I gave him a look of disbelief as he happily wiggled his finger. 

"Just like that?" Sorrel asked, surprised. 

"Just. Like. That." He smiled. "Now if you need any more evidence, I can tell you about this town I just shot up, Filly." 

"Cooper." I hissed angrily. Finally breaking my silence. 

He smiled at me, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, I must have killed nine or ten people." He continued, "She didn't do shit." He repeated. 

"My daddy lives in Filly." One of the men states, concern in his voice. 

"Well, not no more he don't. Unless he's a coward." Cooper said.

"Don't take the bait, son." Sorrel interrupted as the man cocked his gun at the ghoul.

"Oh, I ain't fishin'. I'm just trying to game this out. Now, in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. Is that true in your case?" Cooper asked.

"My daddy ain't no coward." The man was fuming as his gun stayed pointed at Cooper. 

"Well, then I guess the only question is..." Cooper smirked, "Are you?"

"Sherrif Rex. Take Sherrif Troy's gun away." Sorrel said, clearly unamused at the situation.

"Very presidential of ya." Cooper mused.

"Take him out back and feed him to the hogs," Booker said, done with Cooper's antics.

Sherrif Rex pulled Cooper to his feet, but before I could protest, Cooper headbutted Sherrif Troy before stealing Rex's gun. The next thing I knew both men were dead on the ground as he shot them repeatedly. 

"Goddamn it." Booker sighed.

"You really should teach your men how to treat a lady," Cooper explained. "They weren't very nice, were they darlin'?"

I gave him a small smile, "No Coop, they weren't."

He hummed as he stalked across the room. "I got one question for ya ol' buddy," Cooper said, turning his attention back to Sorrel. "Why... do you have this picture on your wall?" He asked, pulling down one of the wanted posters.

"That's Moldaver." Sorrel responded, a look of confusion on his face, "Why?"

Cooper's face betrayed him as shock washed over his face before he regained his composure. "It's just not how I remember her is all," Cooper mumbled. 

"Yea? Well, how do you remember her?" Sorrel asked.

Cooper stared silently at the poster for a while, lost in thought while Sorrel and I exchanged awkward glances. 

"Cooper?" I asked him, worry settling into my stomach. This seemed to catch his attention as he brought his eyes up to me. 

"Let's go, sugar." He said as he folded the paper before stuffing it in his bag. He reached his hand out to me, silently asking me to take it. 

I quickly grabbed his hand, eager to get out of this place. "What about him?" I ask.

"The president?" He asked, mocking Sorrel, "Leave him."

I held on to Cooper's hand tightly as he confidently strolled out of the building. Who was this woman? And what was she to Cooper?

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[rezitio]

ik you wrote this a while ago but do you think you can do a part 2 for the student!sukuna where reader wins😵‍💫🙇‍♀️or just what happens after

The teacher in question.

To answer, reader doesn't win. She becomes a stripper since she can't get any job where else.

But here have this as my sorry.

"𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒"

ryomen sukuna smut. Series masterlist

Sukuna uses his little brother yuuji to bang you.

“I’m ending the call since you don’t have anything sensible to say, ‘kuna.” You grumble about cutting the facetime with one of the school’s popular womanising playboys, Sukuna Ryomen. You weren’t a popular girl like Shoko or the weird one, Mei Mei. You just happen to know everyone, and everyone happened to know you, your kindness, and your brains. But that kindness people always talked about never located Ryomen Sukuna.

Because of your brains and additional mild popularity, you were a target to many popular boys who needed help with academic work because, in the equivocal praise given by the promiscuous Gojo Satoru, ‘You are smart but also sexy, not like a bunny teeth disgusting nerdy girl, more like a tutor you’d want to edge ya’ whenever you get a question wrong.’ You didn’t mind it much, as most boys would just want you to do their assignments for them, and you clocked a little bit of cash profit from them.

 But Sukuna Ryomen is a different story. You’ve attended the same middle school as him even before he met his gang, and though you were never in any of his classes or knew anything about him—hell, you thank God every day your lockers were not in the same wing, so you barely had to see him, but you knew about his victims. The poor guys he bullied just to make himself feel better. You were in the robotics club with all the other ‘nerds’. You saw the effect he had on them when he would mess up some bots and leave, not even laying a finger on them, yet some guys were drenched in pee-saturated pants, some guys even crying, thanking God he did not come any closer to them. It was a disturbing sight, and all he did was throw bolts around. 

Although he never bullied you nor ever acknowledged you in middle school, your kind heart still resented the things he did, and you know for a fact that now that you’ve gotten closer to his little group, he has not changed one bit.

But unbeknownst to you, the reason you did not face any form of bullying in middle school wasn’t because of luck. But your knight with blood stained knuckles. He fought any guy giving a lustful look and humbled any whore who even dared to try and bully you for your intelligence.

He found your kindness enthralling, your smarts a part of your idiosyncratic talents, better than any whore, and he still stands by that judgement. He still has that tiny crush on you since middle school.

Yet he could never bring himself to ask you out or try any moves. A man with all too much confidence loses it when it is important. But you can imagine his happiness when he found out his daft friends Gojo and Toji pay you to do their work. Now he had a reason to get closer to you without scaring you off or anything.

“Come on, [Name].” His words slur a bit as his hands continue to move up and down his shaft. “Talk to me. You haven’t even explained the fusion thing." He plays dumb. Sukuna understands the topic; he just couldn’t be bothered to show up for the test. He'd rather take a drag on the school roof or run that network of paid fights he runs with Toji and Shiu.

You groaned, and Sukuna shuddered in pleasure. Oh,  he was so close—he just needed to hear a few more words or one sigh from you, then he could finally rest without his dick hard in his pants thinking about you. So he wouldn’t have flashes of your naked body underneath him, preventing him from falling asleep. A few more strokes away from his high, as you scolded him for not studying earlier

And all it looked to you was that he wasn’t regretful, but rather uncaring of the fact he's wasting your time with that smirk on his face and those heaves probably holding in a laugh. Jerk, you thought.

 Sukuna grudgingly stopped his movements and covered his lower half with the duvet as the door opened. ‘What could the brat want at this time.’ He mentally grumbled as he adjusted his position. 

“‘Kuna, I need help, and mom says you have to help me while she's away.” Yuji scurried his short legs with his science book and pen in hand. Before he could say anything, Yuji had jumped onto Sukuna's torso, spying on his phone.

You cooed seeing a tiny version of Sukuna appear on your screen. His hair is as pink as his old hair in middle school. He dyed his hair black sometime ago, but this tiny Sukuna expressions are softer. Sukuna was about to grab the brat by his hair and throw him out of his room till he finished himself up, starting all over thanks to him.

But he noticed how invested you are and suddenly how your tone towards Sukuna suddenly changed. “You have a little brother? He's so adorable.” You moaned. 

Sukuna's little brother waved at you, and your heart melted. “You're very pretty.” He compliments you and turns to his older brother. "Is she your new girlfriend? Are you gonna play her too?” 

Sukuna almost beat his ass right there and until he heard a sound from you—a laugh—a pure genuine laugh from your lips. It served as a reminder of his hard below. 

He watched as, in five minutes, his little brother could get you to tell him about you and gain not one but five genuine laughs and smiles. His ego was absolutely decimated.

“Can she please come over and help me with my project? It's due tomorrow, and I haven't done anything! Mom and dad aren’t home; this is when you bring girls over, right?” Yuji begs his older brother, who just pushes him back. “It's 6 fucking pm, she's not gonna come over. ext time do it earlier.”

"Actually, I can come over.” You said leaving Sukuna in pure disbelief. He wasn't even annoyed anymore; he was just in disbelief, in fact joy. After all these years, he finally found your soft spot, kids.

If he knew all he needed was his little brother to get you to come over, he would have called the little brat into his room whenever he called you, months ago. Who knew after all those times he could have just relied on the brat to be useful for once. “Yay! I'm not failing!”

You already had the address to Sukuna's house because of the many declined times he invited you over. You didn't even need to knock before the door opened, revealing the boy you hated. He leaned on the door in his grey sweats and black wife beater. “You actually came.” He scoffed one hand on the top frame as he blocked your path.

“No shit. I came here for Yuji, not  you." You objected fiercely. Gaining a light snicker and grin on Sukuna's face. His eyes are in full view of the top of your head. 

“Oh really?” There was a silence, tension. You watched his figure through your lashes; your teenage mind wondered of the view you would see above you if you were to go on your knees right now, for him.

Your perspective, keeping eye contact as you bob your head down his shaft. But it's not because you find him attractive you're thinking about that—no, of course not. It's just because of hormones, for sure!

But you weren't the only one with such fantasies. He couldn't help but imagine the same look on your face if you were ever to go down on your knees sucking his cock. 

He thought of how he would hold your hair back, guiding you a little bit, teaching you something for a turn. He's heard you discuss your sex life before, and so far all he got was that you were a kinky little virgin. He's dreamt of fulfilling those 'simple jokes’ you'd laugh about with your friends countless times.

He's experimented on you enough, analysing your reactions whenever his skin connects with yours at certain places. He knows a few sweet points and a few awkward places too.

A tiny version of you harasser latches onto you, disrupting the tension. You giggle and catch the mini version while the original stood at the door. “Thanks for inviting me.” You smiled at him. 

Smiled. Now what the fuck does this bitch have that he doesn't, Sukuna grumbles in his mind.

Yuji grabs you by your hand and starts to pull you inside. “The work is on planets and stars and stuff; I think we have flour for that.” He exclaims, rushing you into the kitchen to begin your labour.

  —

About 2 hours later, you and your new son finished the project using flour and many different ingredients to make cake pops of the solar system.

Sukuna came out of hiding when he caught you alone in the kitchen munching on an extra cake pop. His eyes focused on the way you wrap your lips around the cake pop and couldn't help but think of how those same lips would wrap around his length.

His mind drifts back when he watched you do the project. He thought you were sexy before, but seeing you all focused on a random project while also trying to make it interesting for the child with a golden retriever attention span, he found it- attractive

Sukuna wasn't the type for kids, a family, or such. Hell,he's still working on commitment to one person. But seeing how good you were with kids gave him something similar to baby fever. more like a breeding kink.

Being the manwhore that he is, he wanted to drift closer to you. Inhale your scent once more. Tease you enough to get frustrated. How cute he found your feeble attempts to hit him whenever you were frustrated. It made his cock throb.

He came closer to you silently, like a predator stalking its prey, and eventually managed to capture you in his grasps. His fingers on your waist were leaning down so close to your lips and whispered, “You looked so sexy when you were all focused.” He couldn't help stating his opinions. You wanted to be taken aback by his boldness, but then again, were you really surprised? And did you really hate his dirty talk and his position behind you?

“You never stop being horny? Do you?” You postulated a well-known fact you both knew. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns on your hips. You tried to shake him off, but his touch sent electric pulses everywhere he touched.

“What can I say?” He shoots back. “You make it hard to think innocently.” He sinks his head to the nape of your neck. You loved what he said and what he was doing, but you knew better. He was just horny, trying to get off with the first female he saw, like a heated dog. In fact, like a manwhore

“Whatever you man-whore.” You spin around and push him back, telling yourself you don't want this. But the rose-coloured surfacing cheeks, whether visible or not, said otherwise. 

He stumbled slightly, letting go of you. His hands left your waist and landed on the counter, now trapping you against the counter even more.

"Man-whore, huh? Is that how you see me?" Sukuna taunted you, his tone playful yet it had a taste of desire. He moved in even closer, you could feel his warmth, his chest pressed against hers, his breath hot on her lips just millimetres away from mingling together.  

"I have a feeling you don't hate me as much as you say you do," he murmured, his voice dangerously low. His tone changed from just playfulness to pure desire. "You feel it too, princess. The way your body responds to mine.”

“You're delusional.” You laugh, but he wasn't smiling anymore. Your voice wavered seeing his straight face. The man who would always speak to you with a smirk on his face and laugh about doing exactly this to you was now fulfilling his professions but without that shitface grin.

 His serious expression scares you but also arouses you. It's a change like the first time you saw the blue-eyed albino genuinely angry—some fight between him and the one who, if he doesn't know your name, calls you monkey; you didn't even know the full details—it was over a girl or something. ifykyk

But what you did know was that it was a change. A change like how Fushiguro scored a full mark in an exam everyone, including you, failed. 

To see him not showing off the whites you long wished to run your tongue on was a change. The whole situation changed from playful to unmasking the intimate tension. Now you weren’t sure if you could hide your desire in the playfulness of it all anymore. 

You start to climb the island counter, an attempt to put some distance between you two, but slip. He raises you up and places you there himself. You feel a thick liquid ooze from your core.

“So you're saying you wouldn't want me cleaning up that mess you have between your thighs right now?” He suggested it as if wasn't the most intimate thing in the world. The thought of him sliding down your panties and looking at your vagina made you close your legs in embarrassment, but it was choked by his thigh, preventing you from hiding what his mouth longed to taste.

 His finger is on the elastic waistline of your sweatpants, pulling it off your skin. “Why so scared? I just wanna prove your point.” He teased you, getting closer, his eyes trained on your neck. 

You tried to push his back pathetically; he pushed forward till his lips latched onto a dangerous erogenous zone, sucking the life out of it.

And there it was the pleasure. You pushed up your shoulder, trying to get the source of your change of pleasure off, but he pulled your shoulder down, looking for more surface area.

You focused on controlling your moans, your hand wrapped around his neck; you didn’t even notice his hand snaked into your panties already. 

Well, you noticed now that two digits buried deep inside you were sort of hard to ignore. Your body haistly borders down on the foreign object penetrating your hole. 

Your body did not recognise it as your normal short fingers that occasionally, frequently twirl around. These were long and bony but thick fingers, currently resident inside, and to your body's relief, they came out as soon as they entered.

Or was it disappointing? He brings his arousal covered fingers to your face, mocking you. 

“Now you sure? It seems like you need someone to clean up that mess down there." He mockingly taunts you. Cleaning the fluid of his fingers by smearing it on your lips you felt the need to pleasure him, be a little bold.

It felt like you should help him out a little and suck it off his fingers, and with the way your eyes moved locked onto his fingers. Sukuna caught onto that.

He placed the two inside your mouth, you got to work your tongue, tasting your own juices, sucking on his fingers like it were, you know what you wish it was. Sukuna knew what you wish it was, but you were going to have to wait, till he plays with you a little longer.

He takes his fingers out, and you pout your eyes, daring him to ravage you—the look you both give each other—like a king and his disrespectful little servant.

As you reach out for his lips, during them back on yours, you bother hear a sound coming from the living room. Random screaming, not like in danger, more like playfully screaming. Sukuna ignores it, bringing his head towards your neck, but you can't shake the fact a child is in a room next to you and could come in any minute.

“’Ku…” No response, his lips reach, ravaging through it. The pleasure is sharing your feelings with concern.

“’kuna…” you repeat. Still no response; he was still lips over your neck wanting another reaction other than soft, sharp breaths and muffled moans; he wanted to hear you scream.

“Ryo…” You tugged on his shirt, pulling it back from you, with very little effort but an attempt.

“Relax, he's on his iPad." His mouth locked onto yours. You kissed. You moved your head down to break the kiss, but his followed yours, continuing the kiss. You spoke through the kiss.

“Mmph... Buh ’ku...” He got tired of your whining; he wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you up. The further you went down the hall, the more relaxed you became, and Sukuna was right; his eyes were glued to toilets with human heads.

You two entered the room, and Sukuna threw you on the bed. “After all that, ya’ better scream for me.” He grumbled. He started to remove his shirt, then pants... teasing you with his boxers still on, as you whine, he smirks crawling over you.

His hand under you, and you are flipped now untop of him on a rather hard pole. You try to shift forward to his chest, but he pushes you right back down.

He tears open your shirt, leaving you in your bra; he grabs for that too, but you quickly unhook it from the back—the fastest you've ever done before you had to get another one. 

His gaze falls on your breast, and so do his arms. He grabs your tits with one hand and the other holding you towards him as your arch because of his cold touch.

His mouth latches onto your right nipple, fondling it with his mouth, your left being pulled out and bullied by his fingers. 

After a few more screams, you got back to business. He removed your pants, or rather, pulled them off you. After harsh remarks about the fact you were bare and many remarks on your body that weren't necessarily insulting but just degrading, he removes his boxer, outsprang all of his pride.

He loved how your eyes widened looking at it. “Get on.” He didn't ask; he commanded. You obviously hesitated. First, you were a virgin; the only thing you've ridden is a horse and your pillow, which you doubt you did any of that correctly, and second, he was way past average.

And just generally thick in size. But you didn't know how to explain the first problem. But look, Sukuna knows your virgin-ass and pussy could not possibly ride him. Well, without guidance, of course not.

You hesitated to speak the words, but he just repeated his. “I don't know how to.’ You whispered, looking down only to see his length and looking right back up again. He chuckled at your actions.

“I know. I said, Get on it.” He husked. You looked at it nervously, slowly lowering yourself on it, but Sukuna wasn't as patient. He thrust upwards, entering you. You screamed, and he grunted at how tightly you were clenching. If you kept moving, he wouldn't have waited for you to adjust; he would have fully thrust into you.

You lean forward from the pain he embraces you, well, you thought he was, but really he was just bracing you. You both stayed together like that a while till you started to moan. That was Sukuna go-ahead.

His hug tightened, not allowing you to get up, and you understood why. He was relentlessly fucking you into oblivion; all you could do was curl your wrist to his chest, feeling your cunt open up and close down as he continuously pushed his length inside you.

All you could see was his chest, all you could hear were his sharp breaths and grunts at how tight you were, your loud groans and loud skin slapping, but what you could feel. Harsh, heavy, repeated penetration and pleasure. Expanding your cunt.

“Fuck it—I swear of you clench one more time." He warns you, you didn’t even mean to or realise you were doing it, your mind was too far away to even think of doing anything.

The already dimly lit room with red lights, the smell of him, him actually holding you like this even though it was more of keeping you in place. It was enough for your fantasies, but this, this was perfect.

Was it gratitude or sexual high making you lose context of what was going on, or was it the approaching orgasm fogging your mind? 

You didn't know what or how to tell him you were getting closer and closer to your limit, but you didn't have to, he knew. 

“Come for me.” He states squeezing your breast. He let go of you, and you started to spray. All over his bed, getting your cum everywhere. He made the comment after that you were like an out-of-control hose. You felt tingles at the tips of your finger and toes. It burst out of you. The way he, held you, it was like you were a ketchup bottle he squeezed too hard and it exploded.

He left you come down from your high, and came in front of you. He stroked himself seeing you form and eventually came himself. Him releasing his semen all over your breast and chest.

He then flipped you over, telling you he was not done. In fact, he just wanted to be your first. It was time for his main course. Your back at a perfect angle and his cock readily eagar for round two

He egded you, grinding your ass on him so you could feel that size. That size that was going to enter that tiny back hole of yours too.

He finally placed himself in, and there the sounds of backshots echoed through his room.

rezitio, this is my sorry. I've had it in my drafts for a while but forced myself to finish it for you anon

[revelboo]

I miss our Doomed Senator. We're kinda like a new species to him so I best believe he'll want to know anything about us.

He’s going to have so many questions

The Worst Is Yet To Come Pt 4

Senator Shockwave x Reader

• "It's just a scanner. Harmless," he says as you back away, chirping softly. Even when he plays the light over his own hand to show you it doesn’t hurt, you still shy away. "How can I feed you if I can't scan you and figure out what you can eat?" Keeping his tone soothing even though he knows you can't understand him, he tries to coax you into holding still. Tempted to just grab you and scan you, but afraid you won't trust him if he does. And he wants you to come to him.

• Pointing imperiously at where he'd set your gear just out of reach as he growls nonsense at you in a tone suspiciously like someone baby talking a small animal, you hate not being understood. Hate being afraid, because seeing that thing in the vial has unnerved you. Wondering if you’re destined for a vial, too. And he seems set on running whatever that thing is over you while you just want your stuff back. Feel naked without it in only your underwear. But it’s mostly the fact that both of you are well aware that he can easily just make you submit and hasn't that makes you give up and move closer to let him have his way and his expression lights up as he passes the thing over you.

• “Very good,” he says smiling when you chirp insistently and point. Demanding your things. Reaching, he picks up your stuff and you hold out your arms expectantly. But he hesitates looking at your outer covering. Hears your impatient chirping as he toys with the suit, studying how it’s made. Finding and flipping up a tiny panel. A display of some sort? Grimacing when you shrill at him for carefully wiggling the panel loose, he offers you the rest of the suit. “I’ll give this back.”

�� Did he just take your suit’s display? “I need that.” It’s mostly to monitor you, but it’s also your comm. Definitely want that back since it’s your only link to the outside. Even if it hasn’t worked since you’d gone through the gate, you keep hoping to hear another human voice. Another survivor. You can’t be alone. You’d seen other people get pulled through. They must be out of range. That’s all. Because thinking about being alone terrifies you more than the giant, alien robots.

• Reaching to gently tap you on the head, he smiles when you immediately swat at him. So aggressive for being so tiny, but then if he was in your place, he’s not sure he’d be so brave faced with a giant he couldn’t understand. You must be terrified. Syncing the primitive tech to his datapad, he lets it scan and compile a language chip for him. Wants to know what you’re saying. What you are and where you came from. To learn. Because you might give him a clue, a breakthrough for his biggest, most ambitious project. Can’t leave any avenue unexplored when it comes to the future of his people and their survival. Can’t fail them.

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