#teach a bot to kiss

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to kiss: Rodimus

I rewrote this a couple times and I might just do so again. buuuuut for now.~

Rodimus taps against his desk, venting out a rush of hot air. His focus is far from the stack of data pads and he is trying to keep it even further away from the human sitting on said stack. Your focus is on your own human size data pad, trying to help him out. Optics lingering on your mouth, your lips. The shape, the color, the way they purse when you're thinking too hard. He wonders if they are as soft as your hair. Or more plush like your body when he carries you. Your lips move as you silently read to yourself, a flicker of your tongue behind teeth makes Rodimus give up any attempt to focus on work.

A few nights ago, Swerve hosted a human movie night. You had called it a rom com. Swerve and you loved it. Most were perplexed, but the snacks and drinks were worth a stay. Then there was the scene where two characters embraced each other and started smashing their intakes together. Being the only human aboard, and thus defacto human expert, the bots asked you questions about the strange act. The closest any of them came to understanding your flustered explanation was a data transfer without cables… and data. Just sensitive nerves of the lips.

Rodimus spent every night since tracing the lines of his derma, wondering what it would feel like to kiss. More specifically, what kissing YOU would feel like. Curiosity leading to more research of rom coms. More research leading to more curiosity. Curiosity leading to want. There was one teeny tiny problem. Actually there were multiple problems, including the fact he was the captain of the ship. No doubt in his mind that Ultra Magnus could pull at least ten codes on what that was not permitted from his memory. The biggest problem, is the smallest.

You. You are small.

Most organic species are diminutive compared to Cybertronians, humans especially so. Rodimus thinks it's adorable, who knew there was something smaller than a minibot? You are tiny and soft and fragile. One wrong swipe of his hand had already sent you to the med bay. If he picks you up and squeezes too hard, if a bot isn't paying attention to where they are stepping, if you fall off their shoulders. Just being around his kind is risky. When has Rodimus ever shied away from risk?

It wasn't like you two hadn't been dancing around some sort of mutual attraction. Snarky innuendos, compliments, any excuse to spend time together. There was something there. Rodimus may not be able to do a data transfer with you, but he had a mouth, and you had a mouth. could he kiss you? Would his size be an issue? what if he didn't like it? What if you didn't like it?

"Can you show me how to kiss?"

Looking up from the datapad, you give Rodimus a questioning look. Clearly doubting you heard correctly, "What?"

He carefully takes the datapad between his thumb and index, placing it to the side, his optics focused on you, "Show me how to kiss, like in the movie."

"Oh… Oh um…. wow." You take a moment and run your hand over your hair, "You want to… learn how to kiss?" He could practically hear you panicking internally. See your temp rise the same way it did when he would teas you.

"Yeah. Cultural exchange." Rodimus chuckles, tapping his digits against his face plate. The way he says that has you narrowing your eyes and catching onto his game.

"Cultural exchange?"

"Cultural exchange."

"Alright… pucker up."

After explaining why you said that, a little bit of snark, and a little bit of thinly veiled flirting; Rodimus had you in his hands, lifted up to reach him better. Your eyes flickering over his helm, his finials, the lines of his hands. Anywhere but his optics.

"Nervous?" he asks.

You pause, a hand on his chassis to steady yourself. Eyes finally meeting his gaze, "Yeah…"

His spark flutters at the soft tone you take. "Yeah… me too." Rodimus watches as you find a comfortable position, glancing up at him. He doesn't want to say too much and make you change your mind. "I'm gonna… just… you stay still, okay?"

Rodimus nods and keeps himself still as possible, feeling the rapid beat of your heart through your hands on either side of his face plates. Carefully lifting yourself close, his other hand comes to steady you. It reminds him how fragile you are. A kiss to his chin doesn't give much sensation, but Rodimus' spark still jumps and chases his thoughts away from those thoughts. A kiss to his helm and he dims his optics with a hum. Intakes hitch when your lips find the corner of his mouth, making him turn his head. Brushing against your mouth before he jerks back.

"Sorry." He mumbles, shifting slightly. Patience was a virtue he struggled with. One kiss in and Rodimus wants more, to kiss you back, like they did in the movie. You just offer him another smile and kiss again. The metal here has some give to it, smooth, warmer than the rest of him. Which was a lot to say for a bot that already ran hotter than most. From the corner, to the center; small pecks trace the seam of his mouth.

Rodimus dares to give in and kiss you back, his movements restricted and stiff. Hand flexes slightly against your body. He doesn't like being passive, and shifts, hand still cupped against you to avoid another trip to medical. Every peck from you is followed but a gentle nudge back from him, the puckering eludes him. Doesn't stop the bot from pressing against your cheek, trying to mimic what you did earlier. It takes a couple tries to properly judge how much pressure he needs. It's more nuzzling that your typical kiss. A good first try for a cybertronian. Soft. So soft. All of you, but your lips especially so. Rodimus gets bold, trailing kisses. With enough nuzzling to find the right spot, your neck. His engine revs in response to your gasp. That was a good sign, he was doing something right. Another and your muttering something, pushing him away.

"That's for another day Roddy." You press your forehead to his chin and ignore his pout.

Rodimus presses a kiss to your cheek again and you can feel him purse his lips, getting a little better, "So I'm the greatest kisser you ever had, right?" "Oh my god…"

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[feinyan]

DATING HEADCANONS ft. kinich, kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, childe and diluc.

kinich, who is blunt with his words and forward with his actions. who catches you off guard when he initiates without hesitation, or when he tells you what he wants in such a monotone voice as if his words didn’t make your heart skip a beat. kinich, who finds himself returning home from work exhausted, immediately collapsing within your arms, kisses gentle against your skin as he loses himself within your warmth. he isn’t necessarily too touchy, sliding his fingers where they find themself the most comfortable against the fabric of your shirt, his lips wet as he presses them against the nape of your neck, leading up to your chin. kinich, who is a listener. a boy who doesn’t speak much, but constantly has his attention on you. whether or not you think hes paying attention to you, he is. he remembers every detail you’ve spoken to him, important or not. kinich, who is the jealous type. despite not expressing it much — or at all, he can’t help but stare at people who talk to you too much, or get close for comfort. almost instinctively, he’ll reach for your waist, sliding himself almost perfectly in place beside you, hands grasped tightly against the fabric of your clothing whilst his eyes remain narrowed. kinich, who desperately craves your touch. would he express it? god no. hes quiet, rather keeping those feelings to himself, but hes such a sucker for the way you make him feel, all fuzzy and warm inside.

kazuha, who has the words to describe anything, who can turn anything into something romantic. but with you, for the first time, he’d struggled. struggled to come up with the proper words to describe the way he felt toward you. could words even explain these feelings? kazuha, who is a charmer. who writes love letters to you, a play of words coming from him that are so romantic, that put just the right feelings in your chest, that have you wanting more from him. nobody gets more sweeter than him, its sickening. kazuha, who is so reassuring and affectionate. soft kisses against your wrists and forehead which are his favorite places, affirmations and praise even for the littlest things. who wraps his hands around your waist or buries his head into the crook of your neck when you’re alone, losing himself in your warmth. kazuha, who is like a hero to you in a sense. it seems like this boy can do practically anything, an issue with something? fixed. help with homework? he knows it well enough to teach you. speaking of teaching, hes such a patient teacher! rewards you with sososo many kisses. kazuha, who has a daring imagination, hidden behind such a kind and innocent face. a bot who sure, comes off as someone who’d be good with words, but god the things he says are far much more than what you’d expect. hes a tease sometimes, romantic and coy both physically and with words, yet never forward with it. always dancing around being direct.

xiao, who always pays for you, no matter the cost. who surprises you with gifts that put you into his mind, who doesnt hesitate to spend if its for you. xiao, who struggles to express how he feels. who is overwhelmed with the feelings you put within him, yet its not necessarily a bad thing. who isnt good with words, yet expresses himself with actions. who holds your hand wherever you go, who opens doors for you and takes you to fun places some could only wish to venture to. xiao, who gets flustered over the smallest actions. you tying a scarf around his neck? hes avoiding eye contact, your smile might make him lose whatevers left of his head. even the hand holding hes oh so used to catches him off guard when the thought crosses his mind. xiao, who is sooo sweet. always dotes on you .. a little awkward, but thats okay. he adores you a ton, always catching himself zoning out in your direction or losing himself within your presence.

scaramouche, who is overprotective. not necessarily a new fact, but god nothing irritates him more than the way hungry freaks gaze at you. or the way people extend their hand with pathetic introductions in order to make attempts to seduce you. he doesn’t mind stepping in, nor does he mind putting people in their place. scaramouche, who couldn’t comprehend his feelings at first. should puppets even have the capability to feel this way? yet the way he felt around you, basking in your presence and warm touch, a kindness he wasn’t used to, these feelings felt so unusual yet unmistakable. scaramouche, who is direct. freakishly direct. when he wants something, he’ll tell you. he doesn’t avoid saying things, nor is he scared to speak whats on his mind. scaramouche, who finds himself concerned for you constantly. its not that he finds you incapable, but rather a fear on his own mind. a fear that something will cause him to lose you, something that affects him to think about more than he’d like to admit. he monitors your actions, lectures you for things he believes were irrational — some could call it possessive, but its in best interest. scaramouche, who flicks you on the forehead as a method of teasing or punishment. maybe its a little unusual, but it doesnt hurt that much! in a way, its a form of affection, special toward you.

childe, who is a big cuddler. hes such a lovebug, clinging to your side in bed, messy hair pressed against your cheek. his long limbs, sprawled out everywhere. night time talks are a big thing for him, sharing little stories and talks as you both find yourself slipping deeper into slumber. childe, who is a major kisser. who, if you forget to kiss him, whines and pouts like a child until hes given what he wants. who kisses you just about everywhere, who doesn’t have a favorite place to kiss because he loves everything about you! childe, who is suuuuch a act all nice guy. who finds himself jealous at the slightest interaction that isnt with him, giving such a cruel, threatening gave from behind, yet the minute they express a reaction or you turn to him, confused, he puts on such a sweet, endearing smile. childe, who adores your interactions with his family. he loves nothing more than his family members, and seeing you get along with them makes him feel something unexplainable. with you, he hopes to oneday have a family as endearing as his own.

diluc, who spoils you. who wouldn’t dare allow you to buy something cheap (unless it truly makes you happy) and doesn’t mind spending thousands for something little. he doesn’t typically irrationally throw money around, but maybe if its for you, he doesn’t mind. diluc, who calls you love, sweetheart, darling. words that leave your stomach feeling like its spinning diluc, who endearingly stares at you. who finds himself smiling by just being within your presence. who, when you smile in return, finds himself melting. diluc, who isnt a fan of pda yet will still give you small kisses in public. forehead kisses, lip kisses, hes not ashamed nor embarrassed, he’d rather just keep the deep parts of your relationship for your eyes only.

@ feinyan

[mwahgo]

DATING A HOT DILF

— DI!Leon Kennedy x Nerd! Fem!Reader (Resident Evil)

: ̗̀➛ Summary: The whole school was shocked that the nerd was dating a hot DILF.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 1.8k words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Student!reader, older man! Leon, domestic, fluff, shameless flirting, younger gf x older bf trope

Mwahgo's Notes: Made this bcuz of a C.AI bot and i really couldn’t get my thoughts off it. Also, posting this fic for now and I will disappear again. Finals is coming up and I will probably have little to no time to post a fic, so enjoy this for now and thank you for being patient!✨💗

“C-Coming!” You called out while approaching the door. You turned the knob and swung it open, only to be meet by Leon across the door, flowers in hand.

You gasped in surprise as Leon smiles at you, “Hey, baby,” He greeted.

“L-Leon! What are you doing here?” You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Well, I get to have the week off work and y’know, first thing I thought of is visiting you,” He answered.

You blushed at his thoughtfulness. You and Leon have been busy and distant these days. Leon as a DSO officer and working for the White House and you’re busy with college. It’s been a hell week for the both of you—well only you for now, since Leon was able to free himself from the workload.

“O-Oh, come in then,” You encouraged.

As Leon enters, he gave you the flowers as you blushed profusely, “You can sit in the living room, I’ll just put this in a vase,” You said as he nodded in reply.

As you arrange the flowers in the kitchen, Leon went in the living room and almost laughed at the chaotic sight. Books and pens all over the small coffee table, your laptop perched on the side—an essay in progress. Your pens and sticky notes scattered everywhere as the TV is playing some LoFi music. Seeing this sight gave Leon some nostalgia—remembering how he was like this in college and as well as where he is right now. Working as a DSO agent, this routine is either warrant arrests or filling up papers in this office.

He turned when he heard your incoming footsteps as you blushed when Leon was looking at your academic mess, “Sorry, it’s finals week and I need study,” You explained.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “It’s okay, baby. Besides, you know you’ll do good without studying anyways,” He teased as you pouted.

You sat back down on the floor again and continued writing your essay as the soft music played in the background. Leon sat next to you as he just watches you work, knowing that he can’t disturb you while you’re lock in the essay. Keys clicking rapidly filled the atmosphere as Leon grabbed your waist and simply raised you to sit on his lap, “Leon, as much as I want to cuddle—” He cuts you off.

“Just continue working, baby. I just wanna cuddle you,” He said as he nuzzled his nose on your hair.

You sighed, eyes still focused on the bright screen, “Yeah, sorry for working while you’re on your day off. I wish I have some time for you,” You frowned.

He kisses the crown of your head, “It’s fine, just some quality time with you is alright with me,” He assured as he wrapped his biceps around your waist.

Time had passed and with a few clicks, you submitted your essay and sighed in relief as you plopped your back on Leon’s chest, “Finally, done,” You said.

He chuckled deeply before kissing your cheek, “Good job, baby. Knew you could finish it,” He said.

You blushed at his praises as you turned around to proper face him—while still sitting on his lap. His blue eyes stared into yours as your hands ran on his growing stubble, “You planning to grow a beard or what?”

He laughed, “No, just didn’t have the time to shave it,” He answered, “Maybe you can shave it for me?” He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, you might end up with cuts,” He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Maybe some day, if we move in together, you can shave my stubble everyday,” He winked as you blushed profusely.

The next day, you woke up from the smell of breakfast and an empty space beside you. As you sat up, you realized Leon must’ve woke up early to make breakfast for the two of you. Smiling to yourself, you got out of bed, slipping in your soft slippers and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After that, you went downstairs to see Leon cooking in the kitchen—shirtless as he flips another waffle. You blushed at the godly sight, his toned back accompanied with old wounds and bruises never failed to amaze you. His muscles ripped and detailed, almost as if he was sculpted by the gods.

“Are you just gonna ogle there or you wanna eat breakfast?” He teased.

You snapped back to reality when he called you out as you blushed in embarrassment, “Sorry, didn’t mean to spy on you like that..” You apologized.

He chuckled while shaking his head, “No worries, at least I know I have this effect on you,” He smirked.

Oh, that stupid, handsome smirk. You wanted to smack it off his face so bad, but you know for sure that he is right and your hand will be caught immediately from how trained he is. You sat the table as Leon served breakfast, your mouth almost watering at the sight. You both ate in silence, often chattering about either his work or some school gossip on your side. Either way, you both enjoyed the silence of being together.

After breakfast, you got up to go shower and get ready for school. The shower was quick as you noticed you’re going to be late for first class as you threw on some casual clothes before grabbing your bag and books. Leon waited for you at the door as you came down the stairs, he looked away from his phone and smiled.

“Good luck on your exams,” He said, “.. Well, you’ll ace that either way,” He grinned.

You shook your head at his antics before kissing his lips. Leon kissed back with love as he wrapped his arms around your waist. After a few more kisses, you pulled away and bid him goodbye before walking out your apartment and made your way to school.

The final bell rang and it was a call that the school day ended. Student started packing their bags as their professors tries to announce that “for those who has failing grades, come see me after class!” but no one really listens as the sea of students piled outside of their classrooms. You were in the middle of putting your notebooks inside when your phone glows open.

Leon <3: I’m here outside, by the parking lot. Brought the bike with me

Your eyes widened in shock, what is he doing in your school and what was he thinking bringing his cool ass motorbike with him? You quickly packed all of your things before rushing out the classroom. You never thought the day could happen, your hot, older boyfriend—who also works for the government and has a cool job with handling guns would go to your school and pick up his young girlfriend, a quiet nerd who keeps everything to herself. Your thoughts ran, this will be everyone’s topic in the coming days if they saw you interacting with a hot man like Leon.

While you were having your crisis, Leon waited patiently outside, leaning on his motorbike. He is checking on his emails as the students pass by and whisper to their friends, “Who is that man?” Those were the words mumbled as they admire him. Leon looks like the cool dad picking up his daughter, a white shirt that fits around his chest and wearing his favorite black leather jacket. He was an eye candy for these students.

As he waited more, he heard some giggles on the side. His eyes trailed over to the noise and it was a group of girls by the stairs, giggling among themselves and pointing towards his direction. Leon can’t lie, he loves the attention but his own attention is only for you as he checks his phone if you ever sent him a message.

He heard some footsteps approaching as he looked up from his phone and saw it was one of those girls giggling on the steps. She has a flirty expression on, twirling her hair and acting shy, “Hi, my friends wanted to know if you’re looking for.. a wife?” She said.

Leon almost furrowed his eyebrows, Am I that old? He thought to himself, “A-Ah no, well, not really in that way…” God, he was awkward when getting flirted on, “Look, I’m not really interested,” He said.

The girl didn’t really listen and now, she’s caressing his motorbike as Leon eyed her suspiciously. He doesn’t really let strangers touch his bike, other than people from work and you only, “This is a really cool motorcycle, must be amazing to be riding it,” She commented, “But.. I would ride something else,” She winked.

Leon almost cringed at the poor attempt of a sexual flirtation, “Y-Yeah, but again. I’m not really interested. I’m dating someone,” He attempted, now confronting the truth.

The girl looked around, as if searching for someone, “Well, your wife doesn’t need to know,” She trailed her finger on his forearm.

He subtly tries to pull away without being rude but before he gets to tell her off, you arrived at the parking lot and you saw Leon talking to this girl. Your eyes widened at the sight and a small pang hits your chest. Leon smiles as he pulls away from the girl and walked up the stairs, meeting you at your spot.

“Ready to go home, baby?” He questioned.

“Wh-What you doing here, Leon?” You asked back.

He chuckled at your obvious question, “Well, I’m here to pick my girlfriend up,” He simply said.

You see the girl’s eyes widened in shock, along with her little group—their mouth agape at the information. Students who were also admiring Leon was wondering, why is this hot man talking to the nerd of the school, “You know everyone is gonna talk about this?” You warned him.

He smirked, “Yeah, what’s wrong about that?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe they’ll be like ‘weird nerd is actually dating a sexy, older man’” You retorted.

He only laughs before leaning down and kissing your lips. You heard a couple of gasps and murmurs erupted as you kissed back. He pulled away from your lips as you blushed, “Then let them talk, baby. Let them know that you’re the luckiest girl in campus,” He smirked before grabbing your bag and leading you to the motorbike.

You averted your eyes away from the girl flirting with Leon as he slips the helmet on your head before you climbed behind him, “You could’ve listened when I said I wasn’t interested,” He scolded the girl before starting the bike, the loud roar of the engine echoed as he drove off the school with your arms wrapped around his waist.

[wendichester]

anything with teen!dean, thank uu ❤️❤️

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ practice makes perfect,

summary. dean finds out you never really had your first kiss. he's determined to change that for you. platonically so, of course.

pairing. teen!dean winchester x reader genre. giggling

wordcount. 569

notes / warnings. teen awkwardness and butterflies, both dean and reader are 16yo, first kiss sos !!! mutual pining, hallway loitering, staring, locker flirting. i absolutely love teen dean. i'd commit crimes for this concept.

ᯓ★ heavily inspired by this c.ai bot!

You don’t mean to say it.

It just kind of... slips out, right between bites of gummy worms and an overdramatic story about gym class.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

You instantly regret it.

Dean pauses mid-chew, turns to you slowly with those ridiculous green eyes. “Wait. Seriously?”

You groan and pull your hoodie over your face. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, no—hang on,” he says, grinning now, teasing. “You, Y/N, have never kissed anyone?”

“Stop making it a federal offense!”

“I’m not! I’m just—damn. That’s wild.”

You peek out of the hoodie. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Dean shrugs, flopping back against your bedroom wall like this is the most casual sleepover in the world. (He’s not supposed to be here past curfew, but the guy has zero respect for adult-imposed time limits.)

“You’re, like... cute. I figured someone would’ve made a move by now.”

Your heart stutters. Dean says things like that sometimes—little compliments, offhand comments that leave your stomach in knots for the rest of the week—but he never means anything by them. Probably.

“Well, no one did,” you say, shrugging like you’re not haunted by school dances. “And now it’s this big thing and I’m gonna die alone with zero experience.”

Dean chuckles. “You’re sixteen. Chill.”

“Says the guy who’s probably kissed, like, twenty girls.”

“I wouldn’t say twenty…” he drawls, smirking.

You throw a gummy worm at him. “Ugh. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You don’t. Not even a little.

There’s a long pause. He’s fiddling with one of your bracelets that slipped off your wrist. Then he says it:

“I could teach you.”

You blink. “What?”

He clears his throat, suddenly looking a little pink around the ears. “I mean—if you wanna. Like, just so it’s not this scary mystery thing anymore.”

Your stomach free-falls. “You’d do that?”

Dean shrugs again, trying way too hard to look cool. “Sure. As friends.”

Friends. Right.

“Okay,” you whisper, because you’re a disaster. “Yeah. Sure.”

He shifts to face you, sitting cross-legged now, knees barely touching yours. His expression sobers a little.

“You good?”

“Terrified,” you admit, laughing nervously.

Dean smiles—soft, not cocky this time. “Just follow my lead, alright?”

You nod.

He leans in slow, like he’s afraid to spook you. And then... your lips meet.

It’s gentle. A little unsure. But it’s warm and careful and sweet, and nothing like you expected—because it doesn’t feel like practice at all.

When he pulls back, there’s a beat of silence.

Then:

“…Was that okay?” he asks, voice low.

You open your eyes. “Yeah,” you breathe. “That was…”

Dean’s staring at you like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him.

“Damn,” he says.

“What?”

He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly bashful. “Nothing, I just—wasn’t expecting you to be that good.”

You snort. “You literally are my first kiss.”

“Yeah, but still. Like. Beginner’s luck or something.” He fidgets. Doesn’t meet your eyes. “Or maybe I just... really liked it.”

Your heart skips several essential beats.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He scratches his cheek, cheeks red. “That felt kinda real. For practice, I mean.”

You’re quiet for a second. Then you smile.

“Maybe we should practice again. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”

Dean laughs, eyes lighting up. “Yeah. Totally. For science.”

You both lean in again, and this time you’re not nervous.

Because you think—you know—he might have a big fat crush too.

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[mitchesmoon]

country!riri williams headcanons

a/n : stop bc idk how i feel about these hcs just yet but they’re growing on me. I’m tryna release one set of riri!hcs per day btw! I’m so down bad for her it’s sickening and I just saw a PND edit to her. If youd like to get tagged in future RW works pls lmk.

suggestive! so 18+ pls and thank you

👢~ @pvnks0ul @lyfeofbilly @shuririsecretl0v3r

𖤓 cusses out all her animals and chases them with a tractor NONE OF THEM ARE SAFE.

“Get yo ass in the damn coop, Bella.”

“I ain’t playing wit’ yall today.”

𖤓 her skin is warm like unbelievably warm and she’s got a tan that she’s not embarassed about.

𖤓 she smells like the sunscreen you force her to wear mixed with something floral.

𖤓 HAPPY TRAIL CITYYYYYYYYYY, she usually shaves clean but ever since you asked her to stop, she doesnt mind keeping the hair.

𖤓 see now she’s already toned in Ironheart, HOWEVER, she’s more toned here. With all the animals she takes care of and the farm work she does, she’s leaner. Her quads, triceps and lower back got more definition to them.

𖤓 Her voice is smooth, she has a nice drawl to it especially when she’s half asleep or irritating.

𖤓 You absolutely laugh in her face when the two of are talking because you have no idea what she’s saying.

“You laughin’?”

You gon hop in the car?” She says it like straight -kah instead of car and you can’t take her serious.

𖤓 idc she’s submissive like 60 percent of the time. She does all that work during the day. She just wants to be taken care of.

𖤓 has a choking kink I fear. She’ll absolutely let you straddle her while she begs. She’ll dead ass let you kiss her ear while you have a hand wrapped around her throat.

𖤓 Just because you’re her girl doesn’t mean you’re exempt from chores.

“You gon wash the horses today.”

“Go’head n feed the pigs for me, mama.”

𖤓 Sometimes in overalls especially when she’s in the barn. You think it’s the most attractive thing ever.

𖤓 She has a smoking habit, not often but sometimes you’ll find her on her worn leather couch, manspread with low eyes and a blunt between her lips.

𖤓 She 5 feet tall but she’s more strong than she looks. She’ll pick up animals with ease and wrangle sheep to shave em.

𖤓 She’s used to southern cuisine so when you try to cook other shit she feels like you’ve poisoned her.

“Hey baby, I made [insert dish she’s never had before]

The fuck- I mean…that’s nice, baby….you ain’t got no greens or nun?”

𖤓 She’s making you ride her horse.

“Up ya go, cmon now get on the saddle.”

𖤓 always flirts with you even though yall been together for years.

𖤓 def takes her cowgirl hat off n puts it on you when you’re straddling her.

𖤓 She chops wood and you watch, ugh you have to do it 40 percent of time cause she gets tired of swinging and shit.

𖤓 She has so much oversized flannel.

𖤓 sometimes she walks around the house in oversized linen and nothing else OR a tight white Henley and Lacey panties to match.

𖤓 She has locs thank you cause ain’t no braiding shops near her.

𖤓 in the morning, she tends to have her face tucked into your neck and she’s mumbling about farm chores and shit to do for the day.

𖤓 At night she’s in a loose sweater and plaid pants, sitting outside on the porch and drinking some loose leaf tea.

𖤓 you’ve absolutely 110 percent fucked in that barn don’t ask questions.

𖤓 most days on the farm, all she’s got is sunscreen; some lip gloss on and hickeys all over her neck and sternum.

𖤓 gets second hand embarrassment when she’s caught of guard and one of the farm animals makes her trip or slip.

“I saw that,”

“You ain’t seen shit.”

𖤓 Always comes back in the house w mud on her boots and her toned forearms showing cause she pulled her sleeves up.

𖤓 you genuinely always give her the best head of her life and it puts her straight to sleep.

𖤓 she’s so cute, sometimes she just makes you flower crowns.

𖤓 spends NIGHTS teaching you line dances. You only go because you know both men and women THROW themselves at her.

you’re convinced it’s because of the flared jeans + crop top combo she wears

“imma have to ask y’to lock in, now. I signed us up for the competition on July.”

“You did what now????”

𖤓 she’s fallen asleep while working more times than you can count. Sometimes you’ll walk outside and find her in a stack of hay, hat covering her face, white tight shirt riding up and legs crossed.

𖤓 she’s fallen off her horse more time than you can count.

𖤓 scolds you if you rip out her crops from the ground any way

𖤓 Sometimes you think she’s talking a sweet to you then you realize she’s talking to one of her animals.

𖤓 has a pair of timbs that she can’t and won’t let go of.

𖤓 when you talk she’s always says “uh huh,” not because she’s not paying attention but because she always doing something while you talking.

𖤓 when she’s thinking while she’s standing, she’s got both her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

𖤓 in between chores she walks into the house and lays her head on your ass.

𖤓 she has callouses and you always take care of them and she always ends up kissing you as a thank you.

𖤓 every time you want new sex toys you gotta order that shit cause you live in the countryside and she lets you do all that shit.

“girl, where the harness f’this?”

“Riri, it’s double ended.”

“Huh?….oh….oh shit.”

𖤓 when she’s half asleep, she always finds herself with her back to your chest, your hands are travellin beneath her flannel and rubbing up on her chest. She’s all squirmy

𖤓 she participates in the contests in town.

“I bet’chu this pumpkin gon the contest win t’morrow night.”

𖤓 mind you the pumpkin is DEF not naturally grown and she added shit to it.

𖤓 she hollers your name from outside the damn house.

𖤓 Idc how capable she is she gets into bed after a good shower in a simple short and boy shorts and throws a leg over you and 100 percent expects you to cup her ass while she sleep.

𖤓 she can cook, ofc she can but she likes the way you make specific things.

“Baby, you think you could make that lemonade?”

and yes you make it. Every time.

okay I’m done now 😌

[cutecatlov3r]

kinktober: virginity~ gojo satoru

synopsis: your sweet talking sensei wants to teach you what it's like to be fucked by him and his huge cock !

warnings/tw: age gap!, teacher x student, blowjob, raw sex, piv, begging, unprotected sex, praise, breeding, manipulation, toxic gojo, porn without a plot(?), and virginity loss.

character ai bot that I made in honor of this: didn't make one for this ;(

not proofread // two posts for day 7?!?!

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you sat on his desk. kicking your feet in a sort of childish sense as you looked up at him. your clothes all off for him. you smiled at him like the innocent girl you were. he stared down at you, caressing your chin. he had a smile on as well, he wasn't smiling at you per say. he was smiling at the idea that he was gonna use your little body like a fuck toy soon. his dick was already hard, out, and ready to fuck you.

little twitches going through his cock as he stared down at you and your perfect tits. he was pulsing, eager to stick it deep inside of your hot and warm pussy. he knew you were wet, you were basically like a curious puppy that wanted his long dick to teach you how to be obedient to him. he loved virgins. the idea of you being soul tied to him forever had his dick drooling of precum.

poor, poor y/n.

before this, you two had a simple conversation on whether or not, you, his sweet little student was a virgin, when you said yes he couldn't help but want to take your virginity. you agreed! well sort of, at first it was an immediate no... but then he started to sweet talk to you. he talked about how cute your young body was, how easily wet virgins get and how it would make you, specifically you, his favorite student.

"gojo-sensei, what now?" you hummed, looking into his blue eyes. a small pout on your lips as you started to get impatient.

he took his hand off your chin. "hmmmm, why don't ya give it a kiss, sweetheart?~" he teased, grabbing his dick and tapping his fleshy pink tip against your soft lips.

you looked at his cock curiously as you gave it a small kiss. it twitched as you did, causing gojo to chuckle slightly. you can taste him on your lips, licking your lips so that your taste buds can get familiar with his precum. the small bit of cum tasted bitter, hint of sweetness, nothing too bad.

"again," he ordered in his sweet voice.

as you leaned in for another kiss, he shoved his dick past your plump lips, smirking. he knew exactly what he was doing. you looked up at him as you suckled on his tip, seeing in porn videos that guys usually liked that, too scared to fit it whole in your mouth, you knew you'd start gagging.

gojo was looked down upon at you as you suckled on his tip, feeling a tickling sensation, he liked it, but it'd feel better if it was fully in your mouth. he wanted to feel the insides of your cheeks, the back of your throat, he didn't want your attention to just be on his tip. you didn't know that, wanting to suck on his tip like a little hamster.

"baby, open wider f'me okay?" he asked, gently, knowing that his next actions weren't gonna be too gentle.

you nod, opening your mouth slightly wider. he gladly took this opportunity to shove his cock halfway into your mouth. you choked slightly, not used to having anything this big in your mouth. one of your eyes was shut as you looked at him, trying to get more familiar with his taste and length. your tongue ran underneath his shaft, trying to push it down as far as you could.

he grinned, jolting his hips forward more to shove it down, one hand caressing the back of your head. his hand was slowly pushing his fat cock down your throat more. fingers gripping your hair slightly at the scalp.

you focused on your breathing, trying to breathe through your nostrils. he enjoyed how well you were taking his cock.

"sucha good girl," he hummed, looking down at you. watching as your nose finally touched his white hairs that rested above his dick. you had it fully down your throat, the gagging wouldn't stop. tears brimming your eyes, feeling overwhelmed. but he didn't care, watching your struggle, keeping your head there for a bit, wanting to feel the inside of your throat.

after seeing that you were struggling to breathe, he pulled it out of your mouth fully, smirking at the spit that ran down your chin.

"so cute," he praised, wiping your chin. you whimpered to his touch, your thighs clenching together on instinct, needing friction. after those sweet words he spoke, you knew you were starting to feel heat in your core, you wanted him to get rid of it. "turn around for me," he smiled, giving you some space to bend over his desk.

"yes sir..." you reply, bending over his desk, giving him a full view of your wet cunt and ass. you looked over your shoulder to look at his face, seeing that he stroked the head of his cock gently. he looked at you, taking a step forward. he gave you a smile when he tapped his fat mushroom tip against your folds.

"g'na make me feel good, huh?~" he teased, rubbing the tip slowly at your entrance. it could slip right in if he tried but he held back those urges, teasing your needy hole. "suckin' me right in y/n, so dirty, sucha dirty girl," he continued.

you whimpered at his actions, feeling impatient. "stop teasing," you whined, trying to push back against him, he didn't let that happen, backing away as well. pushing your back down slightly to arch it more.

"don't be impatient," he chuckled. "hmmm, beg for it," he shrugged to himself, looking down at your cunt and his cock. "beg for your sensei to fill this pussy up with his cum," his voice going slightly lower.

your knees felt weak, thinking of the idea of begging your older sensei to fuck you. you wanted him so bad, you wanted his dick to stretch your tight walls that have never been filled by any man before.

"please gojo-sensei... please put it inside," you plead.

"hmmm, beg some more and I'll think about it," his voice trailing, hands grabbing the fat of your ass, lifting it to see your cunt and ass better.

"please!... please sensei! i'll be a good girl for you," you frowned, hands gripping the edge of his desk.

"this is my pussy right? only mine?" he asked, a curious tone in his voice. he sounded so innocent, yet here he was, tip pressed against your pussy, not in.

"only yours gojo-senei! i'll never let anyone fuck me, only yo-"

he shoved his thickness inside of you. those words... those words made his stomach turn, made him feel even more horny than he already was. you choked on your own spit, mind fogging. his cock was squeezed down inside of your tight velvety walls. he looked down at the scene, waiting slightly for you to get adjusted.

it hurt, it hurt so bad... but the warmth of his dick made it feel slightly better.

"s-sensei," you squeaked.

"holy shit! you're so tight, sweetheart," he let out a shaky breath, a furrow of his eyebrows on his face. his cock rutted once in your pussy to get you used to it. you squeaked again, feeling yourself clench around him. your legs were shaking a bit, cheat heaving up and down, trying to focus. "ready?" he asked, his tone low.

"y-yes sensei," you whimper, placing your head on his desk, it felt too heavy to hold up at this point.

he exited slowly before pounding back into you, your gummy walls contracting against his hungry cock. you swore you could feel it in your stomach. but that wasn't even on your mind. what was on your mind was the fact that he kept repeating those movements, hitting a spot deep inside of you that made you see stars.

"g'na stretch you out, so- so ngh..." he babbled, speeding up his pace slightly. he didn't take his time pounding deep inside of you, instead he sped up, hitting your good spots over and over. it wasn't even intentional, he was honestly just trying to use your body like his personal fleshlight. "gonna look so good with my cum spilling out of ya," he groaned, abusing your cunt by slamming deep inside of it. he wanted to feel all of you, he wasn't going to give you a break anytime soon.

you were being fucked so good that your mind was going blank. your moans being mixes of whines and even slight cries. it was way too much for your little virgin self to handle.

"fuck! so pretty baby...! you'd look so good full of my cum- so so good!" he rambled, slamming your hips down harder against him. it was at a constant pace, he loved feeling your walls twitch around him, he could get used to this. "mine, you're my girl," he thrusted into you, pounding your hips down with his hands. it was crazy, the way he was doing that was perfect, he was pulling your hips away before pounding into you at an amazing synchronization. he's definitely done this before, at this point you don't even care.

his cock brushed against the spongy part of your insides, causing you to cry out in pleasure. your cries making gojo go faster, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his face.

"moan my name!"

"gojo-sensei!" you cried, fingernails digging into the wood of his desk. you were clenched around him tightly, he loved it.

"g'na breed this tigh- tight agh~" he moaned, pushing himself to his limits. "tight pussy!" he continued, pistoning his hips faster. he was feeling his balls tighten.

your eyes rolled back as his balls slapped against your clit.

he kept pumping you with his cock until he started to feel his orgasm build up, he could feel that the tip of his dick was ready to erupt his cum inside of you. so he went at a fast pace for you. "cumming! fuck baby!" he moaned. "i'm- yeah!"

splurts of his cum shot into your pussy, the warmness of his cum making you feel so full. ropes after rope flooded your womb, he couldn't stop cumming. he needed to fill you up. he continued to move, to ride out his high.

you were crying out his name, exhausted and drained of your energy.

after riding out his high, he pulled out, smiling when he saw his cum leaking down your thighs.

"such a good girl," he praised, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

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[livelaughleclerc]

Checkmate - AL50

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: Arthur decides to teach you chess, little did he know his brother would get involved… cheating and dramatics ensue because we love a dramatic Leclerc 😉

Warnings: language

A/N: this is my first full fic I’m posting on here. I kinda love it and my mate told me it has everything I adore about Arthur in it, so apparently this is my love letter to him. I hope it has all your favourite things too and makes you smile 🩵 the “little booty ham sandwich” nickname is from a book called Honestly I’m Totally Faking It, which is amazing and you should definitely read. Comments give me life, even if it’s just an emoji. Thanks for reading! 😘

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“Ok so the castle can move up and down and sideways…” said Arthur, fingers playing gently with the wooden piece in his hand.

“Castle? Original.”

“Well it’s called “tour” in French,” said Arthur, his accent becoming more pronounced, “but I don’t know how it is in English…”

“Castle it is,” you said grinning at him as he put the piece back on the board and picked up the next one.

A few weeks ago you had mentioned that you wished you knew how to play chess and Arthur had excitedly told you he would teach you. “Do not go to my brother, I am better. I will teach you,” he had said proudly. Today you didn’t have any plans, except your daily walk to your favourite coffee shop where Arthur insisted on buying your coffee and walking back holding your hand the whole way. When you got back, settled comfortably on the sofa, coffee in hand taking small sips with a sigh, Arthur had pulled out his chess board and announced it was time. For someone who was ridiculously competitive, he was very patient in his explanations, answering all your questions and telling you they weren’t stupid. He even set up little scenarios and walked you through them - how to checkmate his king, how to move your king out of checkmate and reminding you that pawns can only take pieces diagonally. He set up a final scenario on the board, placing the pieces carefully before looking up at you expectantly. “Ok so if I move my queen here, what would you do?” he asked, pointing at the dark wooden piece.

You looked at the board, frowning in concentration, as you tried to work out all the plays in your head. “What would I do? Um, this…” you said smiling as you leaned across the board to place a kiss on his soft lips. You pulled away, noting the blush spreading across his face. You had been together for a year now but you loved that you still had this effect on him. Sometimes you felt awkwardly subconscious in his world, filled with rich, beautiful people whilst you were more comfortable in jeans and hoodies but moments like this reminded you that what you and Arthur had was special.

“Yeah, that works,” Arthur mumbled, running his hand through his hair as he tried to regain his composure. He cleared his throat. “So you want to try a game, no pressure?”

Arthur began setting up the board ready as your phone lit up beside you. It was Charles.

“How is the chess going? Has he thrown the board yet?” You smiled to yourself, well aware of the brothers’ competitiveness, especially after Charles had proudly shown you his box of broken controllers from where Arthur or Pierre had beaten him (“the games never got finished because of the controllers so technically I didn’t lose…”).

“Your brother is being extremely sweet and patient. We are just about to play our first game!”

“Want some help? ;) take photos of the board and I’ll tell you where to move, and if I don’t know I’ll ask a bot. You will win and he will lose his mind haha.”

You looked up from your phone as Arthur was putting the last piece in place, trying to hide the shit-eating grin lighting up your face.

“Sure, why not?!” you messaged back before placing your phone back down and giving your boyfriend your full attention.

“Ok, white goes first,” he said, smiling encouragingly as he gestured to the board. You moved one of your central pawns two squares forward. He quickly moved one of his pawns forward too as you surreptitiously took a photo to send to Charles. The game continued like this, you moving your pieces and then taking a photo of the board just after Arthur made his move. You were sure he was going to question you being on your phone so much but he must have assumed you were checking the notes you had made on how the pieces move.

Arthur’s brows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip disappearing as he sucked it subconsciously whilst trying to work out his next move. Somehow you were coming up with great plays and he was more than a little proud. He knew you were intelligent and your visual memory would help you in chess but you were doing far better in your first game than he had imagined. He hoped it was beginner's luck because he couldn’t lose every game to you, he would never live it down with his brothers if so.

He moved his knight into position, “check. Remember that means that your king is under attack, so you have to move him or take out the danger,” he explained again. You quickly looked at your phone to see Charles’ reply. He had realised that telling you chess board lingo like ‘knight to C5,’ wasn’t going to work with a beginner so was instead sending you images of a chess board with the pieces exactly like yours and arrows indicating your move. It meant you didn’t have to spend ages looking at your phone to make your next move either. Arthur didn’t seem suspicious but it was getting harder to hide your smile and giggles from him.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he asked, meeting your gaze, blue eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the window.

“I was just wondering if they have kiss or cuddle breaks in chess,” you said with a shrug.

“They do in Leclerc chess…”

“Oh yeah, how’s that different from normal chess then, Thur?”

He stood up and held his hands out to pull you up from the sofa, careful not to disturb the board resting on the middle cushion. “Like this…” he said, gently cupping your cheek before meeting your lips with his, his other hand carding through your hair gently.

The game continued, your boyfriend making his moves and you countering them with the positions Charles was sending you. Arthur stared miserably at your collection of his pieces. He knew losing pieces didn’t necessarily mean he was losing the game, but it didn’t bode well for him. “I am the best at chess,” he boasted confidently, “I cannot believe I am losing this badly. Something is very wrong.” He glared at the board as if it was somehow the fault of an inanimate object and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at his forlorn face.

“Sorry baby, maybe I am just a natural,” you replied, sticking your tongue out before laughing again. You glanced quickly at your phone where Charles had sent another message, “do this and then say check.” You moved your bishop as requested, “check.” You giggled, “that means your king is under attack…”

Arthur crossed his arms with a sigh, biceps bulging and momentarily stealing your attention as he muttered “thank you for that” under his breath. He took a while thinking before finally moving his king, hand running through his hair as he did so.

“Make this move, then say checkmate sucker. You lose,” you giggled at your phone. It was very clear where Arthur’s competitive nature came from.

“Stop laughing at me. This was supposed to be a nice relaxing game of chess and you ruined it!” he lamented.

“I’m sorry, have you met you? There is no such thing as relaxing game with you or any of your brothers, Leclerc! And actually on that note,” you paused to move your bishop again, “checkmate sucker, you lose.”

“Noooooooooooo!” Arthur yelled, face frozen in shock as he stared at you. You let him process his loss for a few minutes before speaking.

“Arthur, little Leclerc, mon cœur, little booty ham sandwich…”

He raised his eyebrows, “I am allowed to hate losing,” he stated matter of factly, ignoring the nicknames he usually loved.

“I know, it’s just…uh…I have a confession…”

“YOU CHEATED?!” he yelled, voice high pitched, hand flat against the side of his head, eyes wide in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this,” he said sadly, shaking his head, “you cheated. With help from my BROTHER.” Arthur’s theatrics were on full display, pretending he was utterly heartbroken at recent events.

“The betrayal - by two of the people I love THE MOST!” he exclaimed, clutching his heart and pulling a sad face as he fell dramatically backwards on the sofa. “I may never recover from this. I am traumatised FOR LIFE baby, FOR LIFE.” His hand was now tugging at his hair, his face a picture of anguish except for the crinkles round his eyes as he fought a giggle. “I thought my teaching was so good I had created a chess master but no. I created a cheater!”

“Wow, really? Acting like I haven’t seen you and Charles cheat in all those team challenges they have made you do over the years. Or that time you told me you cheated at poker because Charles was wearing his glasses and you could see his cards reflected in them…” You folded your arms with the grin of someone who was currently winning whatever the hell this was.

“That was a secret!” he yelled, launching himself at you, laughter escaping as he flew through the air. Seconds later he had you pinned under him, hands tickling your sides, eyes full of mischief. “Say you’re sorry for cheating!”

You were laughing so hard you could barely get the words out. “I’m…sorry…but it…was worth it” Arthur only tickled you more until you begged him to stop. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you shrieked, stomach hurting from laughing so hard. His hands came to a stop on your waist, eyes gazing fondly as he beamed at you.

“You’ll just have to teach me again,” you said with a grin, “but Leclerc chess, not regular chess.”

“Did I mention that in Leclerc chess, if your last name isn’t Leclerc, you have to take off an item of clothing every time you lose a piece.”

“You absolutely do not, stop making shit up Thur!”

“Ah you’re right, sorry, it’s every time you make a move…”

“You are such a little shit, I swear!”

“But you love me for it,” he said, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching as he smiled, your favourite smile in the world.

“I do, I really really do.”

“Also, if you really hate that rule, I can always give you my last name,” he added with a wink.

[sunrisecaminus]

After reading the holoform posts, I would like to request an AutobotsxReader. Let's have Y/N discover that the bots ability to shift in this way and panic bc they were once surrounded by pretty bots, and they can easily hide their blushes now and then, but now? They cant- their screaming, "OH NO THEIR STILL HOT" in their head. Poor soul would not survive, and I would love the autobots to tease the reader about how flustered they are.

Message - Unfortunately I am not as interested in holoforms as a want to be. This is probably one of the only ones I would make that has to do with the human versions of the characters. It is still interesting to think of what they would do as humans.

Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Ratchet, Wheeljack x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Optimus, Magnus, Arcee, Ratchet, and Wheeljack reacting to you flirting with them. Either you accidentally call them hot or just flat out flirt with them.

Warnings - none

Optimus You have been with him for so long…and now you can finally see what he looks like in holoform! Knowing this was very important for not only you, but to their important disguise missions, you were there for Optimus every step of the way to teach him human cultures and how everything works in society. Finally when he showed you his body, it was shocking to say the least. He chose a womanly body with the average height and weight, average boob size and a small lower half. He wanted to not really catch any attention and didn't go too pretty…what he didn't know was now you were bleeding out your nose and having hearts come out your eyes. The beauty he possessed was extortionary which made you say some stuff you would regret in your grave. "Woah…you look so hot." When it slipped, not only you, but Optimus was also a blushing mess and neither of you spoke to each other out of embarrassment. At night he would tell you how much he appreciated your complimented. Kissing you on the cheek would have killed you and made your heart stop. Snuggles and cuddles, all of it.

Magnus He has literal notes of everything he has to know about human culture. Magnus even learned to be trilingual with human languages, which is English, Spanish, and German. His holoform looked so nice and sleek, with a lovely average man muscle bod with a bit of tan in his skin. What made it even cuter, was that he had tiny little freckles covering his entire face and had a lovely square like structure to the chin. Everything about him was so hot, that you had to compliment him…what you didn't know was that you were going to say it in such a weird way. "Y-you look so good Magnus! I really love your face." When the last word slipped your mouth, you knew you fucked up. It sounded so awkward, but you just wanted to tell him how well he made the human form looked! Magnus was a bit flustered about it, but thanked you and moved on to working. At night he complimented about how beautiful you looked to him and gave you a lovely kiss on the hand. Now you get to show him the suit store and give him a nice collection of lovely outfits. He would tell you it was unnecessary…but it all honestly he loves every single suit you get him.

Arcee She is still short, but goodness is she clutched as all hell. Girly looks like she would still beat the ever loving crap out of you. Her lovely leather jacket look with the nice spiky gloves and thin lips. Her eyes were still sharp enough to gut you. Arcee loved it though, as now you were able to take her to skate parks and move theaters without anybody thinking she was an alien. Since Jasper was a small town, most of the time the movies were empty, so you got to explain somethings that happens in the things you watch because she doesn't understand why somethings are important to humans. She is one of the most riskier ones though, as she likes to go off by herself and could get in serious trouble if it wasn't for you being able to save her aft once in a while. "You are sexy as always." She giggled at your little comment which made you want to slurp the sentence back in your mouth. She loved every second of you and wanted to remember everything you did together. Later on before you went to bed, you catch her swaying her butt a little when she was walking away and even winked at you. Arcee was going to be the death of you one of these days, and you weren't even upset about it.

Ratchet The doctor chose a nice white haired middle age man. What he didn't know, was that he looked so handsome in your eyes even though he had soft bags under his eyes. His eyes pierced through your soul and it made your hair stand up a bit. Ratchet still did a lot of work and it made you upset from how much he still didn't want to learn about Human culture. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pout. "Are you not going to lunch with me, hot stuff?" Thankfully the blush was hidden from your face because he wasn't looking at you, but boy howdy was his face fully red. The smile grew on your face as he tried to brush you off. You loved teasing him as much as he does with you on a regular basis. At night he takes you into his office and lets you sit on his lap while he does the rest of his paperwork, wanting nothing more but to just give you as many kisses as you deserve. Ratchet will blush a lot, which makes him hate his human body even more because now he can't even hide when he is flustered. The moment you joke about his bashfulness is making him want to throw you.

Wheeljack Man is the most scarred man on the planet when he is a human. Either he did it to look more like the scars on his body OR he just wanted to look more badass. Jack loves seeing you without looking down and spins you around whenever you see each other. He throws you onto his back and runs around like he has no care in the world. Whenever Jack can, he tries to learn cooking to make sure he got some of the human culture down and loves to swear as much as he can. Hearing you say "Hi sexy" got him blushing like a mad man and gets back at you for causing him to be so distracted. Just a simple cat call or two and Wheeljack is tackle you on the ground to get you to shup up. He smiles a lot more than he use to and it looks good on him. Wheeljack loves how small he is and how everything around him looks so much bigger, being able to adventure with you into tiny caves when he couldn't back when he was a bot. Camping with you in the middle of no where while sitting next to a camp fire is his favorite thing by far, Watching as you stare at his hot ass body.

[shayewrites]

☆ 22 wishes, 22 bots! ☆

today’s the day! 22 years old! to celebrate, i have complied 22 bots of all of your requests. i know i’ve slowed down on making them since starting my career, but i still love making these bots for you all! come celebrate with me today by chatting with a fictional character for just a moment :)

☆ Attack on Titan ☆

Levi Ackerman

✘| levi thinks he’s ruined your birthday

✘| “i need you” - levi yearns for you

✘| levi’s little civvie - a civilian cafe owner catches levi’s attention

✘| mind and heart at war - marleyan levi struggles between his duty and his desire to keep you safe

✘| the governor’s heir visits the underground - old money x underground levi

✘| the first “i love you” - levi accidentally says he loves you

✘| “ma chèrie, there’s much to learn” - in which you have a lot to learn about your husband

✘| sometimes sorry isn’t enough - levi notifies you of a sibling’s death in battle

✘| he’s your trainer for dauntless initiation - divergent au

Erwin Smith

✘| the king and his newly betrothed - royalty au where erwin and the user become betrothed to save their kingdoms

☆ Love and Deepspace ☆

Sylus and Zayne

✘| date mistake -you forgot you invited both sylus and zayne over on the same day…

☆ Fourth Wing ☆

Xaden Riorson

✘| your squad leader teaches you to fight - second-year xaden x first year user

✘| xaden has to leave for the front lines

Dain Aetos

✘| “i thought i’d lost you.”

✘| deceptive kisses - dain has been reading your mind everyday

☆ A Court of Thorns and Roses ☆

Azriel

✘| a not-so silent night at the House of Wind

note: i know i’m a few shy of 22. i’m still working on them! i’ll make a separate post for the last few. i think i caught a bit of a burnout as i was making them. thank you for your patience! (the last 6 are nsfw which makes it harder on me to write and keep them from being flagged by c.ai). love you all!! 🩵🫶🏻🤍

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to Kiss: Metroplex

Shout out to my friend TBean for sending me a Hal900 fic that clearly inspired me. I also made a little reference to a First aid x Metroplex fic that I read awhile ago. If anyone knows of it, Please link me ToT

Metroplex loves when you read aloud to him. It could be a lonely experience as a living city, often forgotten by its residents. It had been no surprise when the news of first contact reached Metroplex, and he requested to meet one of these humans. Being brought into a city, only to be told the city is who wanted to meet you had been an eye opener to just how big Cybertronians could be.

Introducing yourself to a nearly empty room had felt odd and Scamper, an extension of Metroplex, had been offered as a way to adjust. The autonomous troops had made the transition easy once you understood they were simultaneously separate and connected to the Titan. The giant of few words surprised his fellow Autobots with how chatty he was with you. Requests from both of you for visits were frequent, leading to your placement as Ambassador to him and the bots that resided within. Now you lived inside him, and reminded yourself not to word it like that cause it sounded wrong on so many levels.

Friendship blossomed into a crush on what was essentially a faceless living city. Sure, other bots told you he could transform and indeed had a face, but it was very unlikely you would ever see it. The Titan typically remaining dormant. How could you explain to other humans how long conversations about history and reading aloud led to such feelings. Perhaps Cybertronians would better understand. Or not. You keep this crush to yourself, content in being an ambassador. Between you and the Titan, Ambassador was just a fancy way to say friend.

The command center-like space was empty save for you and some observation drones. His brain took up the middle of the room, surrounded by different panels and screens. Some for communication, some for... you weren't going to try and guess. It was a place you were commonly found, performing "ambassador duties". Sitting on one of these empty panels and speaking or like today, reading to him. Metroplex would sometimes interrupt, asking you to explain a concept or word that did not translate well.

"My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." You pause to take a breath and Metroplex interrupts.

"What is a kiss?" The voice has no origin, but you can feel it around you. that had taken more time than the rest to get used to. Voices from nowhere.

Explaining things very rarely gave you reason to pause, but this time you hold the open book to your mouth, thinking, feeling cheeks warm as you stall.

"A kiss is a form of affection. Pressing lips together. Like a hug of the mouths." Hugging had been something you explained somewhat recently after he witnessed you and another human hug in greeting. The fact these being, so similar in the value of relationships and connections, had such different ways of expressing it. His auto-troop, Scramble, stood in as a body to demonstrate a hug, and was promptly put to use hugging other autobots. The troops often hugged you when bumping into each other around the Titan's internal routes. You were never sure if it was their own actions or his. Not that you minded. They were always careful with you.

Metroplex often asked for demonstrations, so it was no surprise when the voice, almost timidly, asks for a demonstration of a kiss. Six-gun was nearby, seemingly on standby. Waiting for your answer. Calling out to the bot, he steps closer and kneels to your level. Six-Gun had a permanent battle mask, so you think for a moment.

"Well… Something acceptable between friends is a cheek kiss. In some cultures it is even a common greeting." A small peck to the side of his battle mask. Taking a few steps, you kiss the other side. It felt like kissing a friend.

The visor of Six-Gun lights up, "Well hello to you too!" The extension of Metroplex bumps his battle mask into you gently. A mimicry of your own greeting kiss. You give a smile, and a pat to his face before he moves off again. A quick simple lesson.

"You know Metroplex, I don't feel like I gave you a kiss." You comment as you sit back down, grabbing the book. It was a thought that slipped out.

"Please elaborate."

"It didn't feel like I gave you a kiss. It felt like I kissed Six-gun," Tapping your fingers on the book, rereading the line that made him ask. "I'm not sure where I could even give you a kiss unless you transform." You tried to picture how big he would be. First aid had once told you he was able to stand on the glass over the Titans optics. You would be ant sized!

"The main panel beside you." He speaks after a moment of thought.

You glance over and see a panel that differs from the others. It had never stood out to you before, full of the same buttons and lights everywhere, save for the large one in the center.

"it is a direct interface." He explains, sensing your questioning, "Typically used by my Autonomous troops and drones. Sometimes city speakers."

You slip down from your perch and onto the one indicated. Metroplex speaks again, the lights blinking in time with his words, "I am unsure how to better explain it, but similar to how I see and feel your movements inside of me, but with direct touch with the center."

"I see." Stepping carefully around the smaller lights and buttons, you make way to that center light and kneel in front of it. It pulsates steadily. Placing your hand on it causes the light to ripple. A warmth spreads upwards, the hairs on your arm sticking up.

"I feel you." His voice sounds closer, yet there is still no specific source. "Can you feel me?"

A pulse of light, a pulse of sensation up your arm. Barely there, like a spider crawling up. He was reaching back.

"I think so. Yes, yes I can feel you Metroplex." A sense of giddiness takes over you. You had interreacted with him through various proxies, but this was direct. As face to face as you thought you could be. "I feel you Metroplex."

The pulsing quickens. "I feel you."

The smile can't be helped. Neither can the giggling. "Hello friend."

"Hello friend."

You deduce that it is a sort of feedback loop, or connection. You can feel the edges of his mind. The pleasant curiosity he feels getting to observe you a new way, the glimmer of comfort he feels with you near. Would it be stronger if you were Cybertronian?

Could he feel how you felt about him?

"You are distressed." He states, as if reading your mind, "If it distresses you to kiss me, do not feel obligated."

The way Metroplex says it makes you laugh, "I don't feel obligated. I worry cause-" You run your palm across the glass, watching light follow the motion, "- I shouldn't kiss you. Not without telling you some things." He is silent, waiting for you to continue. "I like you MP."

"I enjoy your presence as well."

"More than friends Metro," You knew that Cybertronians had relationships and love in their own way, "I shouldn't kiss you when I feel this way. Not unless you want to."

"I do want to."

"I mean, feel the same way as me."

"I enjoy your presence greatly, y/n."

The light pulses quickly, and you look up at his brain. It's light, not a solid grasp but you feel it through the connection. A great affection, like a blossom. A reflection of your own heart.

"Oh. Oh!" It's followed by more giddiness as you lean closer. The pulsing quickens, like your own heart beat. Lips against the warm glass. Like the cheek kiss you gave Six-shot. A single chaste peck that leaves a slight smudge. You rub it away with your thumb, watching the light ripple from your touch. His own pulse is slower now.

"May I have another?"

Smiling, hands sliding over the glass, your kiss him again. Slower press of your lips. Followed by a burst of joy, your own and his. Tremors make you pull away, thinking your own excitement was the cause.

It was Metroplex.

His frame shaking, nothing violent, but very notable. Comms started going off, asking the Titan what was going on and if he was okay. You feel his embarrassment, replying to each one and sending out the all clear. You can't resist pressing another kiss to the panel.

[f1goat]

more than friends + lando norris x part three

In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.

masterlist - playlist

warnings: smut with a plot or a plot with smut? :) minors dni! i never proofread so probably grammar or spelling errors

requested: yes, based on: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things (ofc pretending for it to bot mean anything), while he’s actually in love with her

part one / part two

When you wake up you feel something unfamiliar pressing onto your ass. Lando is pressed up closely against you. It takes you a few seconds, but you’re quick to realize that you’re feeling. Lando his boner. Carefully you move yourself a bit to grab your phone from the nightstand, only to move back again to your earlier position. Lando his boner is still pressing on your body. Is it weird that you kinda like that? Maybe it is.

Lando grunts softly. You realize that he’s also waking up. Do you need to say something about his boner? Lando puts his head on your back. Softly he presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. You shiver from his sudden touch. Is this the new normal? Lando kissing you? You have always been a bit touchy with even, a bit too much for normal friends, but kisses can’t be normal between friends. Right? But on the other hand, the sexual things you’re exploring with Lando aren’t normal for friends as well…

You turn yourself around to face Lando. He puts his arm around your body and pulls you closely onto himself.

“Good morning babygirl,” he greets you with a raspy morning voice. 

“Hi,” you mumble back. You feel Lando his boner pressing against your stomach. It’s not making you uncomfortable, but it makes your mind wander off to all kind of things. Should you ask him about it? You never noticed it on any other mornings that you slept with Lando. But normally you aren’t this close in the bed with him. 

“Want to get some breakfast?” Lando asks you. 

“Uh yeah,” you reply softly, “That’s okay.”

Lando sees right through you. “What are you thinking about?” He asks you with his same morning voice. You can’t help yourself, his morning voice is kinda hot.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” You mutter.

“What?” He asks you confused.

“Your uh, your,” you stutter a bit before getting the words out, “your boner.”

Lando chuckles. “A cold shower will help,” he tells you eventually.

You don’t think about your next words. “Maybe I can help?” You ask him. Lando stays silent for a couple seconds. It causes you to overthink your words and continue to ramble. “I mean uh, I think I also need to learn that right?” You mutter.

“Do you want to?” Lando asks you.

“Yes,” you quickly reply. 

Lando chuckles again. He takes your hand into his. Slowly he guides it towards his sweatpants. Eventually he puts your hand onto his boner. You move your hand around it to explore for a bit. Suddenly you feel it hardening under your touch. You continue your movements. With soft touches you explore his boner. 

“Can you uh, tell me what to do?” You ask Lando nervously.

“Continue like this, but with a bit more pressure,” Lando instructs you.

You do exactly what he says. Lando doesn’t say something for a couple minutes. Sometimes you hear a soft moan coming from his lips. That must mean that you’re doing it good, right? 

“Can you grab it?” Lando asks you.

Without saying anything you do what he asks you. You softly grab his boner into your hands. His sweatpants and briefs are still on, but you can properly feel it now. Without even seeing it you are quick to realize that he’s thick. You imagine him fucking you. 

“Stroke a bit baby,” Lando continues to instruct you.

Slowly you start to stroke his boner. You make sure that your hand is wrapped around it properly. Lando lets out a groan when you grab his boner firmer then before. In the mean time you stroke him faster. 

“You’re a natural,” Lando tells you. He presses multiple kisses against your cheek. You move your head a bit so you can kiss Lando. He is quick to respond. While making out with Lando you’re still stroking his dick. You feel a vibration on your lips, it makes you realize that Lando is moaning a lot more then before. You continue your movements.

Lando removes his lips from yours. You miss the feeling on instance. “Fuck,” Lando moans. 

You feel how his dick is only getting harder. You increase your movements and firm you grip a bit more. His dick is pulsing in your hand. 

“Fuck Y/N,” Lando moans again. 

Then you feel a bit of wetness through his sweatpants. Does that mean that you have made him cum? You slow down your movements and make your grip a bit looser. Lando chuckles, he softly grabs your hand and moves it away from his dick. 

“You’re sure you never did that before?” Lando asks you a bit surprised. You shake your head at his answer to tell him that you never did something like that before. “You’re a real natural,” Lando praises you.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“I’ve never come into my pants,” Lando tells you with a small smile, “So yeah, you’re really good at this babygirl.”

+++

You just called your boss. Lando is pacing around in the living room when you walk closer to him. He hasn’t heard the good news yet. You wonder if he’s this stressed because of not knowing yet. Does he care that much about you joining him to his races? Before you can think about it any longer, Lando is already standing in front of you. 

“And?” He asks referring to your phone call.

You show Lando a small smile. “I’ll join you Lan,” you tell him excited.

Lando doesn’t think about his reaction. He lifts you up and twirls you around. Without even thinking about it he presses a kiss against your cheek. That’s new you realize. Of course you’ve always been touchy, but not like this. You don’t say anything about it. You just enjoy Lando his happiness right now.

“All three of them?” Lando asks you after a bit, he wants to be sure.

“All three,” you confirm. 

“Thank god,” Lando sighs relieved. You grin. 

+++

“Y/N is joining you for the whole triple header?” Max asks confused. Lando is gaming with his friend and telling him a few updates in the mean time. He asked before if Max isn’t live-streaming, before sharing personal stuff. 

“Yes, isn’t that great?” Lando replies happily to his friend.

“You’re going to share hotel rooms with her for three weeks?” Max continues to ask. Lando tells him a simply yes. “Lando you can’t tell me nothing is happening between you two,” Max sighs annoyed, “You’re all touchy with each other and now sharing a bed from three weeks straight! You’re lying to me.”

“We’re friends,” Lando shrugs, “just like we’ve always been.”

“But you want more, right?” Max continues to ask, “and now she’s joining you for three weeks and with you every minute you’re not in the car. Why don’t you tell her about your feelings? I bet she feels the same.”

“Don’t,” Lando sighs, “I’m doing something that’s way more stupid, but maybe that’s my only chance.”

“What are you doing?” Max asks confused, “Is this the thing you can’t tell me?”

“Yes,” Lando answers, “Sorry mate.”

“You’re the worst,” Max sighs, “but if you already think it’s stupid, I’m pretty sure it’s really stupid.”

“It is.”

“Can’t you say something about it?” Max asks.

Lando doubts. He’s having an inner dilemma with himself. He feels the need to tell someone about what’s going on between you and him, but you asked him to keep it a secret. Fuck. This is hard. He really needs to talk about this with someone else then you. Max knows all about his crush on you, so he’s the best option. 

“I promised not to,” Lando eventually says, “but I really want to tell you. Fuck.”

“Just tell me, I’ll keep it a secret,” Max tries to persuades his friend, “and she will probably understand that you need to talk about it with someone.”

That’s all Lando needs. He is blurting out the words in milliseconds after that.

“We’re having sex,” he blurts out.

“Fuck, not really,” he rambles, “but she was drunk and told me that she was still a virgin and had no experience and uh that she was afraid boys wouldn’t like that. She started saying that she needed to find someone to lose her virginity to, I told her she shouldn’t do that with a random guy. And then I offered to help her?”

“To help her?” Max asks confused.

“Fuck this sounds so weird,” Lando sighs, “I’m helping her to be more confident about sex by giving her the experience. We haven’t fucked yet, but we’re exploring things together.” 

“That’s so fucking stupid,” Max states. 

“I know!” Lando exclaims, “but I couldn’t think about her doing that with someone else.”

Max stops his game and turns all his attention to Lando. “How do you think this will end?” He asks Lando, “This will only make you fall harder. You have a crush on her for forever and now you’re going to fuck with her. Which will make your crush even worse. But you’re still too stubborn to tell her about that. So now you’re making her more confident and she will find another boy.”

“Do you think she is going to find some other boy?” Lando asks nervously.

“Lando, there are plenty boys who are interested in her,” Max sighs, “It can’t take long before she starts to date someone.”

“But she never dated,” Lando states.

“Because she was insecure about her sexual experience,” Max sighs annoyed, “but now you’re giving her confidence about it. So you’re giving yourself more problems in the end.”

“Fuck,” Lando grunts. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Max sighs, “but we can think of something maybe. Like telling her about your feelings?”

“No,” Lando is quick to reply, “What if I lose her for good? I rather have her in my life with another boy then not at all.”

+++

Y/N: how was gaming with Max?

Lando: i told him

Lando: fuck sorry y/n

Lando sighs when he sees your caller ID showing up on his phone screen. This is probably the moment you’re going to be mad at him. How turned today into such a bad day after starting so nicely? This morning your hand was wrapped around his clothed dick and later you told him that you’d join his triple header. And now you’re probably mad at him. Fuck. He answers your call. 

“Sorry babygirl,” Lando quickly says, “It just got out and I really needed to share it with someone.”

“Relax Lando,” you reply to him with an understanding tone, “I also told one of my girlfriends. I get it.”

Lando lets out a relieved sigh. “Then why did you call after my message? I was afraid you’d be mad.”

“Oh I just wanted to ask you if I can come over? Since we’re leaving tomorrow morning, it seemed easier,” you tell Lando. 

“Of course!” Lando happily replies, “I can pick you up. Maybe we can finish watching that movie?”

“We might have to start again,” you confess, “I really don’t know what we were watching.”

Lando chuckles. “Am I that distracting?” He asks you. 

“You’re becoming more distracting every day,” you sigh. 

“In a good way?” Lando asks.

“The best way.”

part four

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[megtrns]

thinking of the little moments between you and the bots experiencing intimacy together for the first time, how foreign yet exciting it must be to explore one another — the rush, the thrill, the quiet, almost hesitant interactions, where every touch and look feels electrifying. (sfw!) (slightly suggestive)

rodimus urgently running his servos down your body: metal fingers grabbing your thighs and squeezing your hips. too impatient to wait and too eager to slow down, he starts fumbling with the hem of your shirt. unsure of how to undress you, the captain glared at the material as if it had personally insulted him, almost tearing the cotton to shreds. and for a brief second, it was just the two of you standing under the half-light, laughing together as you teach him how to pull it over your neck. he tries to be careful, going as slow as he can even when his hands shake in anticipation — cooling fans growing louder with every inch of skin you reveal underneath.

minimus brushing your hair to the side to reveal your nape, the cold air of the room acting as a delicious counterpoint to the sudden press of his warm mouth against the back of your neck, causing you to shiver. the first kiss had been tentative, shy, and barely ghosting over your skin. you understand that the last thing your lover wants to do is to hurt you, but judging from the noises you're making : breathless and begging, minimus has nothing to worry about. and so the point-one-percenter carefully tilts you forward to continue a path down your bare spine, making you sing into the pillows.

skids staring at you from across the table, servos drumming against the chair. even when your eyes were cast down to read the papers in your hand, you could sense him watching—the gears in his processor turning. you knew it was because you had your glasses on, and for some reason, the mech had taken quite the fascination with them. with a call of your name, you looked up, fully expecting him to distract you with one of his usual hypotheticals. instead, he used a single servo to push your glasses up the bridge of your nose. tilting your face upwards, skids continued to shamelessly stare, flashing you a lopsided grin before swooping down to press his mouth against yours.

first aid trying his best to undo the buttons of your shirt, big, blocky servos struggling against the fabric. you didn’t want to intervene, urging him to continue and using this opportunity to steady your breathing. the medbay was void of any sound, save for the incessant whirring of the monitor systems and machinery faintly beeping in the background. once the last button came undone, it was as if every single noise suddenly ceased to exist. all you could focus on was the medic sinking to his knees, resting the side of his helm against your chest—audials trying to pick up the faint beating of your heart. he said this was for research, but even with his visor, you didn’t miss how his optics followed the flush blooming from your face down your neck.

[dearjoons]

⚔️ KNIGHT!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: yearning and pining. knight!jimin x princess!reader. if ur heartstrings aren’t tugging, i haven’t done my job.

lulu speaks: request by @rosequartzz77 !! i actually had a namjoon ver. of this in my drafts as well as a cai bot on my page soooo !! check that out if you’d like.

☾ knight!jimin who drops to one knee and bows his head every time he addresses you, even when you beg him not to be so formal.

☾ knight!jimin who always stands just a little too close, hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes scanning the crowd like he’d fight off an army for you.

☾ knight!jimin who calls you “your highness,” but it burns on his tongue—because he wants to say your name like a lover would.

☾ knight!jimin who bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched your slipper the day he was appointed your guard. you gently told him to rise—and when his eyes met yours, it was the first time he ever forgot to breathe in full armor. he swore loyalty to the crown, but it was you he meant in his heart.

☾ knight!jimin who sharpens his sword when suitors arrive. you’ll hear the angry thrashing of steel against stone echoing through the ballroom form a nearby armory.

☾ knight!jimin who secretly teaches you how to wield a dagger just in case he isn’t there to protect you someday.

☾ knight!jimin who refuses to leave your side when you’re ill. not for food, not for sleep, not for orders. when you wake, pale and weak, he kisses your hand softly while you pretend to still be asleep.

☾ knight!jimin who turns away when you undress for a royal fitting, face red and jaw tight, even though your lady-in-waiting assures him it’s routine. he simply says, voice low and strained, “i dare not look upon her in such state. ’tis not mine right.”

☾ knight!jimin who would carry you through mud, over rivers, into fire—without hesitation. when your carriage breaks, and you jokingly say “well, someone must carry me,” he doesn’t laugh. he simply lifts you in his arms, voice low: “as thou commandest, my princess.”

☾ knight!jimin who steps in front of a lord’s outstretched hand when the man tries to touch your waist. the man scoffs, “i meant no offense.” and jimin bows, cold and sharp, eyes hard: “and yet, offense was taken. her highness is not to be touched without leave.”

☾ knight!jimin who sees you in a gown stitched in gold. that night, he dreams of unlacing it—only to wake before his lips ever reach your skin.

☾ knight!jimin who walks a step behind you in the gardens, carrying your cloak, your books, a flower he picked just in case you liked the color.

☾ knight!jimin who falls asleep seated at your bedside when you’re unwell, fingers curled loosely around yours on top of the covers, armor long since abandoned.

☾ knight!jimin who trains beside the royal pond, shirt discarded, hoping you’ll pass by and notice—but never bold enough to call you over.

☾ knight!jimin who when you’re away for a week, his bed remains untouched. he trains until his knees give out, collapses in armor, dreams of the way your fingertips grazed his cheek months ago.

☾ knight!jimin who would give you everything. his sword. his life. his soul. but the one thing he won’t take—unless you command him to—is your heart. because he still believes a princess deserves a prince, not a guard’s love.

lulu speaks pt2: um HI I LOVE HIM. REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND WELCOMED 😌

cai bot. masterlist. navigation.

[ladylunasblurbs]

smut ahead mdni

warnings: threesome, bondage, overstimulation, mommy kink, pet names (baby, darling, pet).

Hera and Zeus x reader

Imagine...

being sat in hera's lap with your legs spread being held apart with her own as she pumps her fingers in and out of your hole so fast you can barely catch your breath, becoming nothing more then a moaning mess in her lap, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as you near your fourth orgasm of the night. hera laughs almost wickedly as she tilts your head to the side and kisses away your tears, using her free hand to stroke your face. "shhh my pet, you are doing such a good job in helping me teach our horny king a lesson in patience" she smirks, turning her gaze over to zeus, who sat naked in a chair being held in place by hera's powers which were preventing him from releiving his aching cock. "arent they beautiful when theyre like this?" she smirks, pressing her fingers in that one spot that makes your toes curl in an act to draw more moans from you. bot hera and zeus had a mutual agreement that they would only sleep with you while the other one was there, atleast until zeus decided to break that rule after he felt the need to releive his stress after an argument with poseidon. needless to say once hera found out she was less then thrilled with her husband which is what landed you to where you were now. "hera please..." zeus groans, trying to squirm his way free from his wifes powers "you had your fun earlier, now it is my turn." she glares, rolling one of your nipples between her fingers" "m'close! hera- mommy-" you manage to gasp out before you came, clenching around hera's fingers and squirming in your lap as she helped you through your orgasm, stroking your sweaty hair as you fell back against her tiredly.. "thats a good pet" she praises, kissing your head before looking over to zeus, smirking down at his rock hard cock, watching another bead of precum leak from it. "i think that he has suffered enough, why dont you help him with his problem?" she says sweetly in your ear, you nod and crawl on shaky legs from the bed to zeus, kneeling between his legs with a tired look. hera walked behind you, resting her hand in your hair as she guided your mouth onto zeus's cock, helping you suck him off. zeus shamlessly moans, groaning and trying to buck his hips but being held down by heras powers. you make small gagging noises and whines as hera guides you up and down zeus's cock, smirking as she sees zeus's face heat up and his moans grow louder. she lets out a small laugh as she pulls you off of him by your hair, ruining his orgasm, he groans loudly as he cums, the white ropes spraying from his cock but him feeling no pleasure from it at all. hera smirks proudly at this, finally releasing him and leaving him to tired to even try for another orgasm. she uses her powers to carry you to the bed, laying down and pulling you to rest your head on her chest, stroking your hair and whispering soft praises while watching over your head as zeus grumbles while walking over to his side of the bed, trying to wrap his arm around you and hera but having it slapped away. "affection is only for good boys" she teases making him glare and flop back down. "it was truly what you did" he mumbles. "you wanted to finish and your did" she reminds him. "it is not my fault that you failed to enjoy it" she says, giving a subtle smirk before laying her head back against the pillows, resting one of her hands in your hair before falling asleep herself, leaving zeus to deal with his own problem.

[th3overthink3r]

I am really angry suddenly bc I just got an idea for a longfic that would mean disaster for me bc I literally don't have time for this, but I have a rule that if an idea sticks with me for more than a week I have to write it.

Okay, so, hear me out, mandalorian Bruce Wayne. I recently rewatched Rebels, and from there, it was a downwards spiral of: Oh, the mandalori also has found family! Oh, there is a complex, actually decently detailed culture there! OH, THAT'S A EHOLE ASS LANGUAGE.

So here I am.

Anyways what the AU is about.

Martha and Thomas Wayne are political figures during the Republic, and they hire a mandalori to protect them bc Martha is pregnant.

Que Alfred. I think he would have green armor at first (mandalorian armor colours actually have meaning how fucking cool is that), and I imagine that Alfred would be one of em "never misses" type of character.

Anyways, the waynes and Alfred fall in love, and Alfred takes off his helmet for them and leaves the religion. It's super romantic and involves a lot of kissing and tears. By that point, bruce is like, two.

When Bruce is eight, his parents are killed by a droid. Bc this is still pre-clone wars, it was probably a modyfied protocol droid. (I'd imagine Palpatine ordered it bc the waynes got a bit too close to him, since he isn't that established yet.) Alfred guns down the droid, and he tries to do it sooner, but Martha pushes Bruce into his arms, which distracts him. Que angst.

When bounty hunters come after Bruce, Alfred has no choice but to vacate the family manor and flee in a YT-1300 that Martha tinkered with occasionally.

After Bruce's request, Alfred starts teaching him the way of mandalore, and Bruce decides he wants to follow it. Alfred agrees and starts training him.

When Bruce was around 15, they met Leslie, an old, self exiled mandalorian armourer who got disillusioned with the way long ago. She made Bruce his first armour, which was black. It was made out of a beskar alloy, but Leslie told him if he ever finds more beskar, she can make him better stuff. She also reforges Alfred's armour. It's grey now.

When Bruce is eighteen, the clone wars begin, and the two retreat to Lothal, to a smaller settlement away from the capitol.

There in a bar, Bruce meets Talia. Their romance is super flamable, and Talia convinces him to come along to her dads space ninja cult where Bruce spends three years training.

And then order 66 happens, and Bruce leaves the cult and asks Talia to come with him, but she refuses, so Bruce leaves alone, and goes back to Alfred.

The two are forced to move on as Lothal's economy plummetts bc of bad harvests and a diesase among the livestock.

Bruce is 22 when they land on a moon populated by greenery to refuel and circle the oxygen, when he finds a feral ten year old boy.

Cue creed, adopt all children on sight. This one part inspired this whole thing btw.

So little Richard Grayson is brought into the fold. The kid opens up about how he was a padawan and shows off his lightsaber. I think it would be blue. He's also super flippy bc his master (his bio dad but shhh) taught him a lot of acrobatics.

One of the cargo bays on the YT-1300 is converted into a bedroom, but Dick gets frequent nightmahres about his master getting gunned down in front of him when order 66 happened, so he sleeps with Bruce.

Dick believes that the jedi way is stupid. He likes attachments and his emotions, so he demands an armour of his own. Bruce finds some beskar and takes Dick to Leslie. His first arour is Red, Yellow, and Green. (All of these colours have meaning, and they fit so beautifully. Can you believe it???)

Anyways, they kill some kind of bat alien, and that's their clan insignia. Idk.

When dick is around 18, they meet a HRD (Human Replica Droid) in a really bad shape. He tried to steal something off the ship idk, and initially bot Duck and Bruce are a bit distrustful but Jason looks way too pathetic so... Well, he's sentient enough.

Dick meanwhile grew out his old armour, and so they headed back to Leslie, who became Jason's secind fave person the first time she bonks Bruce on the top of the helmet the first time with a hammer.

Dick gets a nice blue armour, and since Beskar is getting rare to come across, they agree on modyfying Dick's old arnour to fit Jason.

It also turns out that Jason is strong in the force, which should be impossible, but somehow it isn't. Dick decides to teach him.

Two more years pass and something happens that causes Jay to shut down and nobody can figure out why since project HRD was discontinued.

Meanwhile somewhere else one child genius Timothy Drake escapes his parents palace, because they are devoted to the empire and he is strong in the force, with two inquisitors on his tail.

Tim gets shot down, and sends out a distress signal which the bat- Lovingly named by Dick- responds and let's Tim dock.

Obviously nobody on the ship is happy about the imperial brat, and treat him coldly while still mourning Jason when Tim finds him in the closet which was transformed into his charging station. Since he's alone on the ship he decides to take a look, finds the problem, but can't even start to fix it before Dick throws him backwards with the force, causing Tim to lash out in the Force and mentally attack Dick on accident.

Luckily nothing permanent happens.

Anyways Dick can feel that Tim feels really guilty and scared so he decides to let it go and ask Tim what he was doing near Jason.

Tim explains that he can fix the boy and after persuading Batdad and getting some parts Tim needs Jason is good as new. Since Tim knows a lot about HRDs Jason asks for some body modifications, and they all visit Leslie.

Jason gets an orange armour, and Tim gets the old one.

There is so much more to this au, and the fic will take a long time, but patience is a virtue or whatnot.