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playroom-sekaii · 5 months

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Mikudemy agere au - Solid Heart Class headcanons!

-I don't know really know how else to word this, but grumpy babies. Pouty little fellas. Some of them have a hard time not feeling too embarrassed to let themselves slip, and a lot of them are the sorts of little ones to be very insistent about the fact they're big kids, thank you very much! Thankfully Kaito's up there as one of the best CGs out of the Virtual Singers, he's amazing at helping more nervous and hesitant tiny ones feel comfortable being as small as they need to be.

-Shiho doesn't regress as much as some of the others do, but her age range when she does is around 2-5. A relatively quiet little one, let her play one of her pet raising games or watch one of her comfort shows (any little kid shows with music make her feel small almost instantly, stuff like Jack's Big Music Show for example) with a paci and a plushie and she'll be content. Quite embarrassed about being small, but she's most comfortable with the rest of Leo/need and Shizuku, put her with one of them and she'll be very cuddly and clingy when compared to her usual self. While one may not expect her to be a good caregiver, she's actually really good at the job, once little ones warm up to her they absolutely adore her!

-Airi's a confident and somewhat hyper little one, normally regressing to around 4-7 years old. Super girly, absolutely loves coloring and playing dress-up, though she also loves running around and playing games with the others. Most comfortable being small around the other MORE MORE JUMP! members and Ena, though she feels oddly okay with being little with Akito as well. Her experience being an older sister makes her quite a good caregiver, alongside her experience on children's shows, she's amazing at taking care of regressors and making them smile!

-Akito has a somewhat large age range, about 2-7, though he's typically not much younger than four unless something bad's happened. Somewhat of a mischievous or pouty small one, but he feels especially happy when he's allowed to play or sing, and while he's a bit embarrassed by it, it he very much enjoys getting attention (he's a clingy little guy that will never admit he's anything but an independent big kid). If he's small he's practically bonded to Toya like glue, though he's okay with being with the other Vivid BAD SQUAD members or Ena if need be. He's a decent caregiver, while it may not seem like it little guys tend to think he's quite fun and cool, if a bit silly.

-Nene's probably the calmest of this class's kids, usually slipping to about 3-4. Very sleepy little thing, usually content to play simple video games or watch movies. Still can be a bit pouty at times, but all in all she's the most chill of the Solid Heart kiddos. Tries to act like she's okay with being alone, but let her be with Rui or the rest of WxS and she will be quite the happy little one. A bit nervous with being a caregiver, and she may not be the best at it sometimes, but she can be quite gentle and caring with smalls when it matters, they like her :)

-Ena also isn't the most frequent regressor, though she does do so every once in a while, normally to ~3-4. Probably the closest to a brat this class has, a grumpy small one who gets annoyed or frustrated easily. However, she can be cheered up somewhat easily as well, especially when she's allowed to draw or do other artistic things. Obviously most comfortable with Nightcord while little, though she also likes being with Airi and Akito, though she'd never admit the latter. Actually a very good caregiver, deep down she truly does care about others, especially little ones.

-WxS's Kaito is probably the best CG in the school (alongside VBS Meiko), so he's a perfect fit to help with this group of little ones. He's incredibly caring and gentle with them, helping them feel comfortable with feeling little and taking care of them incredibly well. He's always willing to put on shows for or play with them, and he's quite good at cheering them up or breaking up "arguments". Since he was made from Tsukasa's feelings, he tends to take care of him often as well, either by visiting the Cautious Heart Class or bringing him to them (N25 Miku does the same for Mafuyu).

-Their class is somewhat rowdy and chaotic, with the more fiery personalities of it's students leading to "fights" every now and then, though the other students and the Virtual Singers are usually able to break them up quickly. A lot of the time the Shinonomes and Airi end up sticking together and playing, while the quieter Shiho and Nene are either on their own or with each other. The five of them do play games and such outside together often, or talk about their shared passions. Kaito tends to put together little activities for the class he's "in charge" of to do together, and even if they say they're silly they truly do enjoy them.

-One of the main sources of tensions within this class are the Shinonomes, their squabbles happening near-daily. They end up bickering over somewhat silly things often, and Kaito or Airi and Toya have to be brought in to help them reconcile (and stop yelling at each other-). Despite these things, they do truly love each other, taking care of each other when one of them is big, and playing with or comforting each other whenever they need it.

-The other classes are also trying to help these kids feel more comfortable with being small, though they will admit that they're handfuls sometimes when they are. They love taking care of them and making them happy, but if they start causing trouble they're not afraid to try to break things up or very lightly scold them (nothing too bad, they don't want to make them upset!)

#project sekai agere #shiho hinomori #airi momoi #akito shinonome #nene kusanagi #ena shinonome #kaito vocaloid #mine ♡#mikudemy au ♡

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rendy-a · 2 years

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Hello, I'm back again! XD How about some headcanons for how Leona, Jamil and Idia act when their master insists on braiding their hair? They could use the gentle touches. No pressure to do this though!

Welcome back! Thanks for the ask :)

A pet with long hair is a special sort of temptation. The allure of running your fingers through the long silky strands as you style their hair is strong. But how does your prideful or shy pet feel about such a thing? This is a companion fic to Aurora’s Pet AU.

When the neighborhood kids came over asking if they could play with your kitty, you probably should have said no. Instead, you told Leona to be nice to the small children and pushed him outside. Now this is the result. It seems like some of the girls decided to dress up his hair with an assortment of ribbons, hair clips and glitter. If looks could kill…

Ok, you definitely owe Leona some pampering now. You draw him up a hot bath and give him plenty of fancy bath products to make it a deluxe experience. Let him soak as long as he wants; he needs it. When he gets out, offer to do his hair for him as he rests in your lap.

His damp hair is easy to handle and makes for fast braiding. Plus, Leona is experienced at laying still for long periods of time, making for a perfect hairstyling subject. When you are done, he doesn’t get off your lap. I guess you owe him some more cuddles after all he has been through. Better start scratching those ears!

When you ask Jamil if you can braid his hair today, he will instantly reject you. Its not that he minds, its just that is his instinctual reaction. He is suspicious by nature and questions the entire thing. Why do you want to do this? What’s in it for you? What do you expect from him out of this? His refusal gives him time to think about it some more.

The next time you ask, he still refuses but he is more prepared this time. He asks why you are so interested in him his hair. You tell him you just think it looks nice and want to touch it. He gives you another suspicious look and returns to his chores. About an hour later, he comes and sits beside you and says “Ok”. It takes a moment for you to connect the dots but when you do, you are ecstatic!

His hair is just as soft as it looks. You enjoy running your fingers over the smooth plaits as you braid it. He has also collected a wide range of ornaments to adorn his braids with. You may have went overboard adding them in, but you were having too much fun to care!

When you are finished you give it a final look and honestly…its not great. Sorry to say but Jamil does a much better job at braiding his own hair. You start to apologize but Jamil just waives you off. “Its fine,” he says. You feel a little bad about the whole thing but later you notice Jamil has started looking in the mirror as he passes by. Sometimes he even reaches up to touch one of the braids you put in. His face remains stoic as ever, but you can see a bit of flush appear on his ears. I guess he is satisfied with the results after all.

Idia often thinks about his dear brother that he is separated from. You can sometimes arrange for them to meet down at the hospital on Ortho’s breaks. In the summer, you worry less about Idia travelling there alone but in the winter? Sometimes he gets anxious about other people and tends to linger outside in isolated areas waiting for hallways to empty out. Its far too cold for him to be doing that without proper winter attire.

You’ve told Idia he can visit Ortho today but not until he lets you pull back his hair to fit under a warm stocking cap. Even though he has been your pet for a while, Idia is still nervous around you and insists that your concern is unnecessary. He has enough exp to accomplish this stealth mission without your gear.

You are insistent though, the cap or no visit. He will reluctantly agree to your winter makeover. As you work though his flaming hair, Idia doesn’t make a sound. Occasionally, you do notice the color on the tips of the hair turns slightly pink. Maybe he is shy about it? When you are finished, you instruct him to say hello to Ortho for you and send him off.

When Idia returns, he is stressed out from being among so many “normies.” You give him some space to be by himself, as usual. However, this time it appears that he doesn’t want to be alone. Idia quietly asks if you will take out the braid before going into one of his rambling rants about how it’s totally your fault he has it in anyway, which I guess is fair. Beckon him over and get started. You are shocked when he leans into you to rest his head on your stomach as you gently comb out the braid. As time goes on, he nuzzles in even closer and wraps an arm around you. This will become your new ritual to comfort Idia when he gets overwhelmed by other people. Just you and him, alternating between gentle head pats and soft strokes of the brush.

#pet au #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #idia shroud

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alfryco · 1 year

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I could get revenge and ask what headcanons you have for soapghost, but if you don’t do headcanons, give us some fic recs? (/pos bc I love writing headcanons and it’s made my day to get your asks.

Oh man how the turns have tabled!! I've only been into this ship/fandom for like a month or so now?? But I think I can pull off some headcanons :3 I've been reading too much to NOT have any (also you know I'm totally gonna ask you for some fic recs because your taste is 👌👌👌)

So I guess here's some soapghost headcanons that I've accumulated over the little time i've been here :D (put under read more because this is a bit on the long side)

Those two get matching tattoos after they retire from the service, like at least two sets of different tattoos (one on their hearts and another set on their ring fingers), and tbh I think they get one set while they're still on service. That particular one, I think, would be the tattoo idea where they have each other's names on the other's ring finger. Just something small and simple, nothing too big to draw other people's attention but enough to remind them of each other when they're not together (like being split up or on a separate mission).

Idk if this is canon in the reboot but Johnny loves drawing and loves to sketch out some sort of scene from the places they've been around the world. Whether it's just the sketch of a flower he saw or some moment he saw in one of the towns they've passed through. But his favorite thing.. that man's favorite thing to draw unfortunately just happens to be his lieutenant's eyes. And this is before they're an established thing or have even talked about their feelings with each other. So he’s sneaking glances, and honestly, can you blame him? It's the only way Soap's got any idea of what's going on in Ghost's head is by looking at his eyes. I mean he's s looking at them quite a bit when they're talking so can u blame him? (this is also because I think it would be really fun to draw Ghost's eyes and I just haven't had the chance too) I also think Ghost's eyes look like how umikochan on Twitter draws them. All dark but with the pretty white lashes :3

Simon's nervous when Johnny first invites him to meet his family. The two of them have been together for a few months, and it probably happens over Christmas. And Simon isn't really used to a traditional family setting? Lord knows he didn't have one when he was a kid, but being around the family dynamic of the 141 has helped him a bit with that. So when he does meet the Mactavish family, he's just this mass of well-concealed nerves and probably would unravel if it weren't for Johnny's hand in his. But meeting them goes so much better than Simon could hope, and by the end of the night when the pair are leaving, he's leaving as an honorary Mactavish. Johnny's mom explained it was the least she could do after seeing how much he cares for (and has cared for) Johnny. And they want him back for the next family gathering!

They both have nightmares, but they usually deal with them in different ways. Ghost will wake up suddenly, but not loudly. He tends to tense up and just breathe through whatever nightmare he just had (because thats what hes traoned himself to do over the years). While Soap is more the one who sits up fully in bed and has his feet on the floor in an instant just to keep him grounded from whatever nightmare just hit him. Of course, when the two start sleeping in the same bed, they stop having to deal with it on their own. Like magic, even if he's dead asleep, if Ghost has a nightmare and does his whole tense bit, then Soap is right there rolling over and cocooning Ghost in arms and legs. It makes Ghost feel safe and confined, like how his mask makes him feel when he wears it. If Soaps awake though or is woken up by Ghost then he'll usually ask if Ghost wants to talk about it and if he does then they do and if he doesn't then they go back to bed, but Soap won't fall asleep before he knows Ghost has fallen back to sleep. And with Soap, even if Ghost has become a little more of a heavy sleeper now that he sleeps with someone he trusts, Ghost is usually soon to follow with a warm hand, the man's a fuckin space heater, on Soap's shoulder and is pulling the man back down after they've talked, if Soap wants to obvi, and just has Soap lay against his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat can usually lull Soap back into sleep. Unless it's a particularly bad one, then Ghost is up making tea for the both of them and talking about whatever they feel, like from soccer to even weird, not so scary dreams they've had in the past.

I feel like Ghost really likes reading. It's something he can do that's quiet, and it can take his mind off of things (if the book is good enough, which it usually is). Sometimes Johnny will try and read with him, but he's usually doing something with his hands, like drawing or tinkering with something mechanical or playing some kind of video game. I feel like Soap would be into action/adventure type games like Uncharted or Jak and Daxter. (soapghost treasure hunter au anyone 👀👀??)

This one is entirely self indulgent, but I would think that once Soap and Ghost are out of the service and living together they find a house with a big bathtub, big enough for the two of them. And on particularly cold days when their joints are aching from age and overuse or just when they feel like it, the two will take a long, hot bath together and just enjoy the comfort of being with each other in a basin of hot water. There's definitely back washing and hair washing and soft, intimate (aka very cute and lovey dovey) kisses. And they're just domestic and happy 🥺🥹

Another cute headcanon I have is that Soap is a master thief when it comes to nabbing Ghost clothes to wear as his own. A few hoodies and a pair of sweatpants never make it back to Ghost because Johnny has just adopted them as his own, but most of the time Soap hands them back to him because they've lost their "smell" and just takes whatever unfortunate article of clothing is laying around the house as his next victim until that one loses its Simon scent.

And because I'm a sucker for this, I feel like the two of them would realize their feelings for each other after a close call on a mission. One bullet hitting too close to be safe lands one of them in the hospital, and there's a bedside vigil for whoever wasn't as badly injured. And man if close calls don't make you realize just how close you came to losing the person you now deeply love then I don't know what does.

Also like to think that both Soap and Ghost can be a bit possessive over the other, but only in the hot "this one's mine" type way and not in the creepy "you can't hang out or talk to anyone but me" way, ya kno?

Same goes for protectiveness. Of course, they can't protect each other as much as they want, they're in the service for crying out loud, but that won't stop them from doing their best. Also, when it comes to new recruits that may want to try their luck against the infamous "Ghost" or not respect Soap like the damn man should be respected. Of course the whole 141 task force is there watching over the two of them through all of it because they're family and that's what family's DO. It's a two-way street for watching out for each other and the rest of the group.

#hey a question #empresscirque #soapghost #call of duty #thank you so much for the question!#i hope these headcanons make at least a little sense and not just sound like a bunch of rambling #i really loved doing this :3

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mannatea · 7 months

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The World Could Be Beautiful, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (Chapter 12)

Word Count: 62,282 Summary: After a chance encounter in Izoold, Raine and Regal both get a lot more than they bargained for. (A one-night stand 'fic with consequences.) Chapter Summary: Baby names. Pairing/Characters: Regal/Raine, Genis, George, Lloyd, Colette and assorted OCs as the story requires. Zelos shows up later. Warnings: Blanket warnings for the entire fic: pregnancy (and all that comes with it), discussion/mention of abortion, power imbalance, fantasy racism. Rating: Explicit. (Sex is in this chapter.) Genre: Romance/angst/friendship vibes.

The title is the link to Ao3 for Chapter 12!

Notes (to be read after the chapter) under a cut:

I don't have too much to say for this chapter. I liked the symbolism of Raine giving up her exsphere here, and how that sort of...seeks to support Lloyd and Colette's journey.

As far as baby names go, this is always a bit of a difficult thing to address in fanfic, I think. Everyone tends to have their own idea of what names feel "fitting" and which don't. That said, Raine and Regal are both fairly practical people, so it's not hard to imagine them coming up with several names with the intention of narrowing it down.

Raine's a bit awkward here because it's just one of those things where you really want to be on the same page as your partner, but it's not a guarantee, and she feels weird about being open (and therefore vulnerable in that way).

I also don't think Regal is a bad name, but I imagine if I was the person saddled with the name, I wouldn't much care for it. It could certainly be worse (his name could actually be Duke or Noble or something, after all) but it does have this...air of self-importance about it that he would NOT want to saddle a child with.

Raine has RLS. I said this earlier but here is a scene with it in action. Hers is mostly due to nerve damage thanks to an old injury that could not be better healed, and it's very frustrating to deal with (mostly in that the constant moving to keep the pain at bay keeps her awake and is likely to also keep her bedpartner awake). She tries to be courteous at least...

This is definitely NOT the life Raine would have chosen for herself; she would have preferred something quieter and easier.

I wanted to kind of show that she wishes things were a bit different/easier for her, while also acknowledging that she's not unhappy or anything. It's kind of...just the way life works in reality? You can't have everything you want always. In any relationship there's usually some kind of sacrifice to be made.

She is okay with things turning out this way, but with the baby almost there she's getting nervous about the societal pressure.

Yeah yeah, after George called her less than a dog and she's been called a dog/mutt/mongrel for being a "half breed"—I feel like there's some baggage with doggy-style sex that they really wouldn't want to bring up or talk about, but which would...definitely be on both their minds.

That said, she's 7 months pregnant and there aren't a lot of positions she'd find comfortable or sustainable, especially since she's dealing with back pain. Under normal circumstances I don't think Regal would care enough about trying it with her to even bring it up. (This is a special case, though.)

Speaking of Regal, he strikes me very much as the sort of person to want to be able to see his partner's face when he has sex with them, so this position isn't ideal for him. I typically write Raine where she can almost go either way early in a relationship, but at this point she draws some comfort in being seen/in her partner wanting to see her, so losing that feels...strange.

A bit of a shorter chapter but Genis will show up again next chapter I promise! <3

#regal bryant #raine sage #regal x raine #tales of symphonia #mannafics

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vbee-miya · 1 year

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Loved the matchups now can I have a normal one for haikyuu and demon slayer

A male one btw

I'm a straight short girl use she/her pronouns, im around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo also a infp,im also ace as for which one im not too sure atm as i just found out not ling ago. I'm 21. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. , unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. I accidentally snap at people and I find people's pain hilarious so if someone gets hurt there is a good chance I will laugh at them. I sound meaner than intended sometimes. I can have trouble showing that im thankful at times. I pick at scabs as a nervous habit. I love to add alot of lemon juice to my tea to where it's more lemon than tea. When I'm woken up early with low sleep I am very mean and grumpy. I cant tell when people are joking and take it seriously. I do have asphergers which is a form of autism. Becuase of it I am a very picky person with foods and such.

I am very kind but people take advantage of it and I don't usually fight back. I also have adhd and I can go on forever about something but I don't know when to stop and should be told to if it's getting annoying. I have self esteem issues at times as well.

I am a bit overweight it isn't shown well I have thick thighs and am just a but chubby around the stomach it isn't noticeable unless I wear somethign small I usually wear large t-shirts.I have a few weird talents. I can put my foot behind my head while standing and both while sitting down. I can burp for 14 seconds. I have been told I have resting bitch face. When someone stops talking to me my attention goes to something else so I won't be able to hear what they said if they say something again so I end up saying what alot cause I loose focus easily. I am incredibly stubborn if I want something done.

For dislikes I don't like people who don't understand that I'm different and ignore my sensitivities. I also don't like smoking it bothers me. For my love languages im not too sure probably gift giving or quality time as I love to just laze around in bed and play games.

༺❀༻ matchup ༺❀༻

haikyuu one

honestly i was going to match you with issei.

but daichi is definitely a better fit. he’s a sexy cop man that’s all I can say. but listen issei is also just as sexy and working in a funeral is sexy.

anyways daichi. he’d think your adoration for dragons and reptiles are pretty damn cool just like your drawings. because headcanon he can’t draw for shit and even if he did try it still wouldn’t look like what he’d want.

i also can’t keep thinking about how daichi low key looks like thomas crusader. if not by looks then definitely the vibes. idk that’s just my random take.

anyways your humor and his humor certainly don’t fit like puzzle pieces. but he’d try to understand dark humor which honestly he still wouldn’t find funny. though if it’s a funny meme then what the hell. he’ll give a good deep of a laughter. but he can’t resist a good dad joke and actually would be clever enough to come up with new ones when you guys are taking a stroke in some place.

he’d be weary of you about not fully putting yourself first than others, and he’ll remind you that. he’d make sure you’re taking care of yourself and even if it’s difficult he’ll be there to motivate you. after all you are talking to a former volleyball captain. it’s only natural he’s good with words and motivations of that sorts.

when you overthink he’ll hear you out but pull you back into reality. and tell you to take everything one step at a time. no matter how much you’re thinking about something, the moment you start getting ahead of yourself daichi would pull you out of the loop hole and take time to live in the moment and critically think about things one step at a time and make sure those steps aren’t just empty words but actions as well.

you’re bluntness might scare him, but honestly it’s more of the fact that he appreciates you for it. not many people who say they’re blunt are blunt. he’d also completely ignore you swearing. not that he’s got a problem he just wouldn’t care for it unless if it’s around his parents then he’ll have a word with you elsewhere. really playing that cop fantasy.

as mean as you may portray or perceive yourself daichi knows you’ve got a good heart. and even though it’ll take time for him to actually understand everything about you, just know in those times of being together he’s got insane patience and will never ignore you sensitivities. and like any decent human being will always accept you for who you are and will help you get better because you make them feel like they can also better themselves.

daichi even as great of a motivator as he is sucks at getting motivated. that’s only a joke though but if you give him something in exchange or even a simple talk in quality time he’ll forever be grateful to you. and also i will like to add quality time with you and daichi is watching action acclaimed shows and movies especially ones with cops and he’d play judge and see how well thought out and played the roles of the law are.

#matchup *.·:·.✧#haikyuu matchups #daichi hcs #daichi headcanon #daichi x you #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #haikyuu headcanons

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weenwrites · 1 year

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Hii, I'd like to request a matchup!

Tfp

Romantic

1 con and 1 autobot

Genderqueer(they/them), asexual

ISFP

Generally, I'm very quiet, nervous, fidgety and don't have much presence. Around people I like I'm basically the same, unless the conversation is about things I like/know about.

My hobbies are drawing, nail art, make-up, drawing, swimming and embroidering

I like: Autumn and Spring, old horror movies(specifically Texas Chain Saw Massacre), One Piece, pride parades, David Bowie

I don't like: Winter, messing up my nails, bad sensory days, seagulls

My love language is doing people's nails and cuddling up to them when I'm tired.

Thanks!😊

I match you with Knockout & Arcee!

Knockout

He's very talkative with his s/o, and he tends to talk about whatever comes to mind, or just talk about how both of your day went. But he of course wants the conversation to be enjoyable for you too, so if there's anything he knows you love talking about that, expect him to bring it up pretty frequently.

He's gotten pretty invested in Earth media, so feel free to show him any shows or movies you've watched because he's most likely sure to enjoy it too. However as he watches he does tend to make comments as the show/movie progresses, which might become annoying to you. During horror movies, you should definitely expect to hear a high-pitched scream out of him once or twice.

He's pretty physically affectionate, and he's really gentle when it comes to cuddling mostly for your sake, but also because he's being mindful of his paint job.

Without a doubt he'd join you at any pride parades. Although it'd probably be a bit difficult for a giant robot to join in and go unnoticed, he could use a holomatter generator to instead join you.

Oh if there was a cybertronian equivalent of doing someone's nails, that's one thing the two of you would definitely do together. But, I imagine that since he's a doctor, he has very steady hands and so despite being a whole lot bigger than you, if you passed him a magnifying glass and a paintbrush, he could do your nails for you.

To help with any sensory issues you may have (depending on what they are), he could steal— get you some sunglasses or some noise-cancelling headphones. While the Nemesis isn't exactly the brightest and shiniest ship in the galaxy, it's certainly pretty loud at times, so if you're sensitive to lots of noise it'd be best to bring some headphones with you.

Arcee

She doesn't mind if you're quiet, sometimes that's just what she needs. Someone quiet to be around, y'know. But that doesn't necessarily mean she wants it to be quiet 24/7, no. She does enjoy talking to you whenever she wants to hang out. Conversations between the two of you are usually just very chill and easy-going.

She's not too invested in earth media, though there are some shows or songs she enjoys watching... But she's pretty open to watching all sorts of media so long as it doesn't have any graphic gore or anything that might trigger her. So if you'd like to share any pieces of media you enjoy, she'll settle down and watch or read it beside you.

She'd find embroidery really pretty, so she'd like to see some stuff you've embroidered if you're willing to share. She'd be willing to give it a try, but she doesn't think there's any bot-sized embroidery needles for sale.

She'd totally join you at a pride parade and support you in any way you'd allow her to. But she probably won't be able to stay the entire duration of the parade, she's able to stay for a good while or so before she has to go.

If you experience any sensory issues, like if you get overwhelmed at times by all that's going on around you or if you suffer from sensory overloads, she'll try to help you the best she can by removing you from the area and bringing you to someplace much quieter if you'll let her.

If you enjoy going out on rides, she could take you to roads beside beautiful meadows of blooming flowers during the spring, or yellowing forests during the fall. She enjoys Earth's seasons too because there's nothing quite like it on Cybertron.

#match ups #[ you didn't tell me if you had any gender preference so I hope the match up I gave you is alright!! ]#weenwrites

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calamitysshatteredson · 2 years

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𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

1. What does your muse smell like?

Leather and metal, for the most part. At least anywhere near his Shinra days, but there may be an odd hint of something like licorice/anise here or there. Long after being away from all the leather and steel, there’s still a hint of it somehow. It comes and goes along with the licorice, something vaguely picked up on and then forgotten.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

The gloves keep them relatively smooth, mostly, callouses present from where he holds his sword but the skin isn’t rough. His grasp, even at its most careful, is particularly solid. Granted that does change when he’s “reborn”, and a very human body most certainly does get torn up a lot more easily. Time to take care of his skin is rarely found, so it’s often rough and a bit dry.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

The metabolism of a SOLDIER is a thing of mystery. He’s not partial to breakfast, but he’ll find something quick and “mostly edible” to go with the coffee. Depending on who’s making said coffee, even a SOLDIER needs something in their stomach first. He can go without lunch if he must, or dinner, but not both. Generally... his diet is atrocious and made of various kinds of take-out, but he does technically eat fruits and vegetables regularly, especially when they don’t need to be cooked. He is not to be trusted in a kitchen for more than toast or tea, and even then... He’s not particularly picky after his Shinra days, but he does need food more often. ...Which is a real shame since he does actually have to watch his diet since his stomach actually reacts to foods differently, and still can’t use a kitchen without potential fires. Just can’t quite get away from those.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

He would say no. Not that he’s practiced it much, so no matter what he sang it would be a little bit rough. At first, at least. With some practice he could be sure to draw crowds, but that’s... probably never going to happen.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

Boy that anger, am I right.

The paranoia comes later. He’d a bit too trusting at first, but he’s also quick to understand that there are reasons he shouldn’t be... only of the most obvious things. Suspecting betrayal to come from those close to him doesn’t cross his mind... for a while.

Dealing with emotions was difficult, but manageable to a point. Clearly betrayal and rage are sort of problems and the most difficult things to find ways to deal with. There’s an increasingly simmering resentment for the fact that he’s expected to be the perfect little poster boy, too.

It’s the stillness that’s actually a bad habit in itself. Training nervous ticks out of himself. Not necessarily being overt about what he’s feeling or thinking in any way that anyone would recognize, but that’s not complete. He is capable of relaxing it off-duty, of putting on the perfect SOLDIER routine when it’s needed and dropping it behind him when it’s not.

Later on, habits like tugging at his bangs and rubbing his shoulder where the wing was/still is but hidden somehow become big indicators of nervousness. When the wing is present, he might pluck at his own feathers thoughtlessly.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

"Tall and pale” kind of describes him no matter what, but even when he doesn’t particularly have to be in uniform, he tends to prefer dark colors, black and greys. Casual dress is very casual indeed, and mostly Shinra-issued for the sake of ease.

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

It depends very much on how comfortable he is with someone. And, well... trust. His version of affection is usually little jokes and honest smiles, but it can also be in bringing them things they need or taking over a task that needs to be done for another person. Casual touch is considered A Big Step. After everything happens, affection becomes a great deal more rare, more careful.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

On his side, more often than not, but that depends on the situation. If he’s on a mission then it can be easier to sleep on his back or stomach depending upon what will give him the most advantage if he has to suddenly spring out of bed.

Later on, it’s still often on his side, but with his back to a wall preferably. It’s sheer paranoia at first, then his... comfort. Comfort enough.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room

Back in his SOLDIER days, not if he wanted to remain silent. Sometimes he wants to announce himself, to let the cadence of his walk be recognized, but to remain completely quiet isn’t too difficult.

After being human, it’s a hell of a lot harder to move silently. He’s most likely to be heard making too much noise walking and then cursing quietly under his breath to himself.

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Noir Watch: Deep Valley (1997)

Watch: 07/04/2023

Format: TCM

Viewing: First

Director: Jean Negulesco

This one felt like it had pieces of noir mixed in with American Gothic melodrama more than what you think of when you start searching the shelves for a noir. And that's fine. It's not like people in 1947 were setting out to make "noir".

As a movie featuring Ida Lupino, I was pre-inclined to give it a shot. And she's great! Maybe not as good as in other things, but she and Fay Bainter - who plays her mother - are both terrific in this movie.

But I'm not sure the movie quite sticks the landing, and it's probably 15 minutes too long at an hour and 44 minutes. It also really does echo High Sierra, which Lupino had starred in back in 1941, and it almost feels like she should have played the young naive woman of this film in 1941 and the more mature woman of High Sierra in '47. But that's not how it worked out, and I don't have a time machine to tell them what to do.

Lupino plays a 22 year old (she's 28ish here) who has been the middle-man for her parents who have been at a stalemate for years since her father struck her mother. Now, the two don't talk as their once grand house falls apart around them. The mother hasn't left her room in *years* (don't ask me the logistics) having Lupino wait on her hand and foot, and the father lives downstairs and tends to the farm. Sort of. The entire house is falling apart and Lupino is a nervous mess, complete with a crippling stutter.

Meanwhile, a highway (the PCH, maybe?) is coming along the other side of the hill where she lives in a Deep Valley. The road is being built with prison labor*, and each day Lupino sneaks off to watch shirtless men labor in the sun. No, really. It's incredibly horny.

Anyway, she has a favorite in Dane Clark. One day the crew comes to the farmhouse to fill up some water buckets and while there, Clark gets in an altercation with a guard and gets sent to a shed awaiting a return to San Quentin. A landslide occurs, and Clark escapes in the chaos. Meanwhile, Lupino sees the walls closing in on her (relating to the prisoners) and makes good her own escape into the woods.

The pair come across each other and fall in love/ make it off camera.

Turns our Clark has a bit of a temper, and is known to basically go into rages and deck people, which is how he ended up in jail. But he's convinced the love of a good Lupino will fix all this.

Lupino runs home to grab some supplies so the two can make good their escape, but first realizes in her absence, her parents figured their shit out, and also she's somewhat trapped by the posse using her house and not wanting to draw suspicion.

The movie walks some fine lines. Clearly Lupino's naive virgin has never really known a man before and is throwing herself at the first guy to really take her fancy. Similarly, Clark is putting way too much on Lupino as an angel who will save him from himself. And the movie never really does anything to de-romanticize all of that. Or address that Clark "doesn't mean it", but he sure has homicidal impulses and if Lupino were to leave with him, sure seems like she'd be dead within a year.

I *do* think the movie wants to say something about this, but it's left to a brief bit of dialog from her mother to put the seed of doubt in the audience's mind. And I'm not sure the movie (and 1947) is aware of what it's setting up. But like many movies of young couples caught in an impossible situation (see: They Live By Night), it's all Romeo and Juliet star-crossed romance. People are gonna wind up dead before things are over.

According to show-notes presented by Eddie Muller, this could have been a John Garfield movie, and we might have had a marginally different picture if that had occurred. We have to buy a lot in a short amount of time, and the movie doesn't always sell it. I don't know how that looks with Garfield.

But, also, the movie wants us to believe Lupino doesn't look great in a blouse and jeans and that makes the movie a liar.

Still, it's an interesting movie if not a great one. Not all of these are grand slams.

*no, this is never addressed

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and so another day ends, comes to a close, concludes, finishes up, goes to the wild pale 'yonder, passes on, it is no more, ceases to be, it runs down the curtain & joins the choir invisible... & other, similar, equally colorful sayings. well, what was today like? a mix...as recent days tend to be. it certainly was... calm. normal. unusually normal, even. my morning was conspicuously bereft of the usual bizarre that tends to permeate my thought patterns in any given day. whether this is simply a luck-of-the-draw, or a concrete sign of my getting better, is... up to interpretation, i suppose. though i think throughout my life, there were many times where i was too quick, too willing to immediately consign my own concrete betterment to some nebulous, unexplainable, almost-stochastic "i guess i simply feel better for no reason" - consequently aborting that concrete betterment in its tracks, unthinkingly resigning my ability to get better & just kind of tacitly reinforcing my own incapability to be anything but tossed around by unseen forces. & i also think there were a fair number of personal realizations that didn't really meaningfully... hit me until last night. it's the difference between knowing something, & understanding it, maybe. though, it sounds a bit pretentious & totally meaningless when uttered like that... think of it this way: you know how there are simply certain things that you can't really be... 'taught'? some things that you simply can't fully comprehend without you first having come to it on your own terms, through your own suffering. and how, even if someone introduced that concept to you on a logical level & attempted to reverse-engineer it & break it down in an attempt to make you understand, it would... in a very real concrete sense, lose its actual meaning when relayed in that way? how it would simply be reduced to meaninglessness? uhm. nervously rubs back of hand. well, it's a bit like that. do excuse the meandering, since i'm a bit tired... what else, what else, what else... oh, right, what else! i reached out to someone who i haven't been in contact with for... quite a while. it's strange to attempt & describe that sort of nervous feeling, it's one that seems to almost boil... an anticipation that seems to burrow deep within you - before releasing all at once, expanding out from your chest, it's edges curling around you until you are completely encased in it. it's knowing that a certain barrier has been crossed, & that you can't really go back from it. clasps hands. well, that wording is completely & totally vague, sorry about that. but i really don't think i can find it in myself to go into any more detail... hey, here's an idea: come up with fun interpretations in your head. am i actually talking about an old, disconnected friend - or, perhaps this is all some sort of, uhh.... contrived metaphor for, like, i don't know, reconnecting with my inner child? maybe! or even the idea that i'm just making all this up as an artistic flourish, which then goes on to unintentionally reveal something deeper about myself than the actual anecdote would have in the first place. it's certainly possible! and no one can take that away from you. and uhhh. takes a slow look to my left, then a slow look to my right. let me think. i guess another notable thing would be that... the store i went to didn't have the usual paprika-flavored peanut snacks that i really like, & thus i had to, instead, settle for a barbeque flavored one. and uhm. sniffs. it was okay, i guess. .................................................. ................................... .................. ...... ... .. okay okay okay okay okay. goodnight. gestures vaguely but pointedly & turns off my bedside lamp by pulling on the bead cord with a slight hand flourish.

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I’m here to use your interests against you mwahahaha! Could you write something about a reader who like Cass, Dani, and Bela more than their mother, except Lady D. Likes the reader and wants them to herself.

You have me intrigued, anon, and I hope this is what you were looking forward to

Finally Throwing out the polyamorous relationship where the sisters pass you around 😍

Well This is Awkward

You awake easily this morning, and maybe it was because you had slept uninterrupted. The blackout curtains tucked away any sunlight that dared to peer through the windowpane. The natural chill of the castle had you burrowed into the blanket, falling and clinging to sleep. The screams that would haunt the hallways had even paused for the night.

You also supposed it made it easier to wake up when reality seemed better than your dreams. You glanced down at the arm thrown over you and the leg hooked around your own. Your eyes trailed up the body until your gaze connected with a wide grin framed by blazing red hair. You couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Good morning, Daniela,” you said, your voice thick with sleep.

“Finally,” jested Daniela, propping her head up on her hand. “It only took you eight hours to get up.”

Your smile turned lazy as you closed your eyes again. You felt two fingers tap your cheek sharply, and you couldn’t help but to find her clinginess endearing. She looked almost impatient when you opened them, but all you could focus on was the pout she was throwing your way.

“No more sleeping!” She exclaimed, shaking you by the shoulder. “It’s almost Cassandra’s turn!”

You shake your head at the absurdity of her statement. Daniela sounded damn near jealous of her sister, and you couldn’t have that... especially when you knew Daniela’s intense emotions tend to have drastic actions.

You tried to roll her over onto her back, but she resisted, instead choosing to push you down and straddling your hips while pinning your arms down by your side. She was wearing a smirk the whole time her face came closer to yours, her hair falling to curtain your faces from the outside world.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.” whispered Daniela before she licked the shell of your ear.

“Then why did you let me sleep in?” You countered absently, your mind already occupied.

“Bela told me I had to.” pouted Daniela, sitting upright on your hips and crossing her arms. “She said something about “bags” under your eyes, but I like them!”

You smiled in amusement at both sisters. It made your heart swell that Bela was thoughtful about your sleeping routine and the effect it had on your body. It made you feel kinda special that Daniela enjoyed your company enough to want to disrupt your sleep, not giving a damn about your appearance if denied rest.

“Well, thank you, sweetie, I’m glad I look attractive when I look beat to hell.” you chuckled, grabbing ahold of her hips and drawing small circles there.

“You might be a mess, but you’re a hot mess at least.” she said cheekily, obviously enjoying the banter.

“I was thinking the same about you.” you teased back, unable to hold back a laugh. “What a couple we must make, huh?”

“We make the best couple.” growled Daniela, surging back down to grab either side of your face and pull you towards her mouth.

A sharp knock interrupted the kiss, and Daniela really growled this time, irritation written all over her face when she pulled back in the sitting position again.

“What?!” snapped Daniela, neck craned so she was facing the door, yet already knowing who it was.

“Don’t yell at me, Dani, it’s your fault you picked your turn during bedtime.” came Cassandra’s deadpan, almost sounding bored despite the venom spat right at her through the door.

“I’m sorry,” you couldn’t help but to say sheepishly, averting your eyes.

Daniela’s frustration was no longer evident as she begrudgingly peeled herself from your body. You could lie there all morning with how comfortable the bed was, but you were aware that Cassandra had took it upon herself to come and collect you, so you couldn’t keep her waiting. You sat up with every intention of hurrying, but you also couldn’t leave with Daniela feeling neglected in any sort of way.

“Sometimes having you for the night is my favorite.” said Daniela, giving you a wink to ease the nerves. “Come here and tell me ‘bye’ like you mean it.”

“There are no ‘goodbyes’, but I’ll give you a ‘see you later’.” you chuckled at her eye roll, but that didn’t stop her from leaning forward to meet you halfway.

When you felt her breath on your lips, your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, and with that you didn’t see Daniela duck her head at the last moment. Your eyes flew open when you felt the sting of her teeth tearing through the top layer of skin on your throat. You hissed, but cradled the back of her neck, holding her still.

Daniela was always leaving you on your toes, unsure of what was to come with how rapid her thoughts skipped to the next. But that was what you loved about her: her spontaneity. She never allowed you to grow bored with her.

“Fuck, Daniela,” you stammered out when you began to feel lightheaded. “Too much, too much,”

Daniela pulled back with her signature crazed giggle, and it had you momentarily forgetting what you were supposed to be doing. Until the knocking on the door increased in volume.

“Hurry up, or it comes out of your next turn!” called Cassandra, and you knew she also was a sister that you couldn’t afford to piss off too much.

“I’d like to see her try,” said Daniela, still giggling at your dazed expression, but finally pulling away from you so you could get up, blood trickling down her lip. “She couldn’t keep me away from you.”

“I wouldn’t let her.” you assured, sending her an earnest smile while getting dressed quickly, and you were thoroughly surprised when you didn’t get a clipped response through the door.

“You’re just too sweet,” she drawled, wiping the corner of her lip with her finger and popping it into her mouth, slowly licking it clean. “You should be going now before Cassandra becomes angry.”

“I love you,”

After one last kiss, you ripped open the door, eyes searching for the brunette who you hoped wasn’t too impatient. The door clicked shut behind you as you observed Cassandra leaning back against the wall across from Daniela’s room. Her scowl morphed smoothly into a smirk that easily had you nervous in a good way.

“Good morning, babe,” you greeted brightly, reaching out for her hand.

“It is now,” Cassandra flirted easily, looking at you through narrowed eyes when she examined the already bruising flesh where Daniela had bit you. “Let’s go, I have plans for today.”

You let her guide you with no hesitation like you always did. Cassandra always had plans, different ones every day, never really asking you if you had any plans for your time together. She took full control but that was what you loved about her. Sometimes you liked to be submissive, and that was what Cassandra liked to prey on.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked as she took the many twists and turns that led you to the kitchens, and the reminder of food had your stomach growling.

“First, I knew Daniela wouldn’t think of breakfast, so I had one of the maids awoken early to prepare something beforehand so it wouldn’t waste our time.”

She spoke it so nonchalantly, as if it meant nothing at all really, but Cassandra showed her affection through ways of her own, and while it took some time to become familiar with her subtle love language, you knew she appreciated quality time together with no one else around to disrupt the two of you.

“Thank you, Cassandra,” You smiled, your eyes catching sight of the platter decorated quite nicely with fruits and cheeses and biscuits and different meats and you couldn’t help but to be touched by the extensiveness of it, to both Cassandra and to the maid who prepared it.

“I can’t have you falling out on us.” chuckled Cassandra, leading you to the table set up just for you.

“So what comes after this?” You questioned, sitting down and smiling when she pushed you in.

“Impatient are we?” Cassandra mused, looking proud with herself.

“Can’t have you wasting time, can we?” you quipped, smiling smugly at her snort.

“Shut it, your smart tongue is only keeping us here longer.”

“I thought you liked my smart tongue.” You countered, arching a brow as you stuck it out teasingly.

“There are many uses to it,” she agreed, shrugging. “But it also grates at my nerves, so I suggest you eat it up now, babe.”

You smirked, knowing you were keeping up quip for quip with Cassandra, and you also knew she couldn’t stand not having the last word in, even with you, so you took your victory before you lost it. You dug into your food quick as Cassandra watched you, nose wrinkling slightly. Did the smell of food disgust her as much as the smell of death disgusted you?

“Where to now?” You asked earnestly, once you were finished and pushed the platter away.

Cassandra giggled and reached over to pat your head, almost like a puppy, before cupping your cheek, her thumb stroking in small circles. You shuddered from the tingle that danced down your spine in response. Her lips were moving, but you had to blink away the haze to focus in.

“... into town,”

“What on earth for?” You questioned, brow furrowed. “The three of you only really go at night, and I don’t think-”

“Calm down,” Cassandra interrupted, standing up and holding a hand out to you. “All you need is a hood and let me do the talking... I can be quite alluring.”

You narrowed your eyes at her suspiciously. You knew she had her hooks in you, but what did she mean by that? She patted your cheek as she smiled at your expression.

“My sisters and I have many tricks up our sleeves.” she winked, explaining no more. “Come,”

You smirk to yourself and your dirty mind, and grabbed her hand, standing with her. As the two of you walk hand-in-hand through the castle towards her bedroom to collect a spare hood for you, you ran into Bela, and you couldn’t help the large smile that took over your face, your arm already up in a wave.

“Bela!” You called happily, also squeezing Cassandra’s hand to let her know her presence was still appreciated too.

Bela’s eyes were alight when she turned to look at you, smirking when she saw the two of you together.

“Hello, my love,” she said, her eyes crinkled by her widened smile when you reached out to grab her hand. “What are you two off doing today?”

“We’re going into town.” answered Cassandra calmly, and Bela’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline.

“Under an illusion, I presume?” started Bela cautiously, sighing when Cassandra rolled her eyes, bitch fit at the ready. “Of course, why did I even ask?”

“Why did you?” mocked Cassandra, reeling herself in when you squeezed her hand again, reminding her that you were here.

“Don’t be so quick to get defensive.” You scolded so gently that it came across as more of a plea. “We’re gonna have a good day, okay?”

Cassandra frowned deeply, but she refrained herself from spewing out another biting comment. The thumb of her hand that you were holding brushed along your fingers.

“Before you go running off, I think mother wanted to speak with you,” informed Bela, her eyes directed at you.

With me?

The concern was written so plainly all over your face, and you knew it from the two reassuring hands on your body. Cassandra had a hand rubbing soothingly up your back, and Bela was running her fingers through your hair.

“Would you like us to walk with you, my love?” pressed Bela, eyes boring into yours, and you couldn’t look away as you nodded.

“There’s no need to be scared, babe, we’re right here, and she wouldn’t hurt us by taking you away.” assured Cassandra, moving to hold your hand again.

“I know she wouldn’t hurt me.” You insisted... were you trying to assure yourself or them?

You felt the Lady’s eyes on you when she was in the room. She watched the dynamic you had formed with her daughters in interest, and you always wondered what her thoughts on the matter were. You had yet to be completely alone with their mother, but surely nothing too drastic would befall you without the safety of Bela, Cassandra, or Daniela’s presence.

All you could think about on the way to Lady Dimitrescu’s office was how intimidating she was, and how much of a coward you were acting in front of your girlfriends at the mere prospect of talking with their mother. You put on your brave face when you blinked and you were suddenly outside of the door.

“Let’s get this over with, and this doesn’t cut into my time, Bela!” said Cassandra, her voice suddenly taking on an edge.

“Whatever,” Bela rolled her eyes, moving to open the door.

“Wait,” you stopped them, grabbing each by the arm. “I think she wanted to talk alone.”

What are you doing? Of course you want them there!

Bela pursed her lips, but didn’t argue with you, instead leaning towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek. Cassandra was stoic, but the way she crossed her arms over her chest had you believing that she didn’t want to agree with you. They both took a step back to give you an open entrance.

“I’ll be right here, and we’ll go right after.” promised Cassandra, already leaning against the wall to make herself comfortable.

“It’s gonna be a good day, remember?” Bela reminded, giggling as she walked away down the hall.

You sighed, before straightening your shoulders, pumping yourself up. The door was heavy so you had to put some effort into swinging it open to grant yourself access. The loud creak had you cringing but you still pressed on into the room, your eyes falling onto the Lady.

She was seated at the rather large desk, her neck turned down to examine the paperwork before her... a lady never hunches of course. Her hat concealed her eyes from yours, but when she heard the door open, her neck snapped up, zeroing in on you.

You gulped as you were rooted to the spot beneath the heat of her gaze. Her nostrils flared enough for you to catch it, and the smirk that formed on her mouth crept slowly as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes raking over your body.

“Hello, my dear,” her voice was smooth and easy to listen to, and you wondered why you were so afraid.

“Hello, my Lady,” you greeted politely, hands held behind your back, almost as if you were striving to put on the manners.

“Please, call me Alcina,” the Lady insisted, reaching into one of the drawers of her desk.

She withdrew her tobacco smoking pipe and reached for the book of matches on the desktop. She set the tobacco ablaze, the flames dancing in her golden eyes as she stared into your soul it felt. Her cheeks sunk in a bit as she took a drag, blowing it out in your direction, thickening the room.

“Alcina,” you tried, feeling the way it rolled off your tongue. “You wished to speak with me?”

“Straight to the point, I admire that,” Alcina remarked, signaling with her hand for you to take a seat in one of the chairs before the desk.

“I could hardly keep your daughters waiting.” You joked, attempting to take a crack at humor, and deflated when her smile disappeared.

“You’ve found your way into each of my daughters’ hearts, I see.” she commented thoughtfully.

“I don’t know how I did it but... I’d like to think they care for me as much as I care for them, yes.” You supplied, fidgeting in place.

“You are something special, are you not?” Alcina whispered, eyes trailing over your form yet again, and it left you unsure.

“I hardly believe so,” you dismissed, shaking your head, and why were you arguing with this woman who could kill you with no thought whatsoever?

“I see it,” said Alcina, leaning forward, and what you could see was the way her breasts seemed to push forward almost invitingly, and you had to curse yourself for looking at the mother of your girlfriends in such a lewd manner.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” You said, dazed and confused by the way the conversation was going.

“I can smell something different about you, and it has left me intrigued.” Alcina asserted, the smoke swirling and almost obscuring her face from your vision, but those eyes always bore into you.

“What does that mean?” You whispered, almost afraid that too many questions would send her over the edge.

Lady Dimitrescu snuffed out the tobacco so she could tuck away the pipe once more. She then rested her elbows on the desk, her fingers hooking together before she rested her chin atop them. Her eyes glanced from you to the door behind you as she spoke her next words, almost as if she were speaking to Cassandra who was waiting for you in the hall.

“I regret to inform you that some changes are taking place, my dear, and it starts with the relationship you have with my daughters.”

Your face fell and there was no hiding it. You wished you had brought Bela and Cassandra along, and then you thought of Daniela, and how you awoke with her wrapped around your body.

“W-what about it?” You stammered, your chest tightening, and Alcina sighed ruefully, almost as if to show her regret.

“I’m going to have to take you away from them.” she explained, raising a hand to silence you when your mouth dropped open. “This is not a form of punishment and you are not to be harmed... but I must take you for myself.”

You couldn’t move. Here was this woman who left you feeling nervous and intimidated and so very small telling you that she was stealing you away from her own daughters for her own interests.

“What?” You weren’t sure if it was loud enough to even make a sound in your throat, but the clicking of her tongue confirmed it.

“Pay attention from now on, darling, I do not appreciate having to repeat myself.” Alcina warned, though it wasn’t as harsh as it could be.

“But-” were you really still arguing with her?

“Enough,” clipped Alcina, her frustration starting to rear its head. “I am already aware that I will have to fight with all three of my daughters, do not push me anymore.”

You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening and you felt like you couldn’t keep up, and this wasn’t the place to get left behind in. You weren’t even sure if you were fully aware of what becoming Alcina’s lover entailed. You were happy where you were.

“Please,” you couldn’t help but to choke out, tears blurring your vision.

“I will be the one to inform my daughters of the new arrangements, you need not worry yourself with that.” assured Alcina, pushing up from the chair, and rounding the desk.

She paused at your side, and you looked up, your neck craning at her height. She chuckled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, taking the time to sniff the scent of your shampoo. Your tears spilled over.

“You remain here, my dear, I will come back to collect you myself, and we will have a discussion of what is to come later.” she said easily, as if she wasn’t switching up your entire life without even a thought.

Your mouth opened and closed, leaving you resembling a goldfish as she opened the door and ducked beneath the doorway. You felt frozen, unable to react to the sudden shouting outside of the door. You couldn’t even hear Cassandra going into her full blown tantrum, throwing things and all.

You stared down at your hands, your forehead still tingling from the cool lips that were just pressed there. What the hell was it that had an entire family of vampires juggling you around? Even the matriarch needed her taste.

You wanted the warmth of Bela, the alluring aura of Cassandra, the intensity of Daniela... Surely they would come for you... right? Surely they could go against their mother...

Right?

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu's daughters #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu’s daughters x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader

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ink-on-the-brink · 3 years

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How do you feel about ns*w prompts?

If you want, how about how medic, sniper and engie are acting during sexy times ? Or foreplay if you prefer !

I've been kinda thinking about doing stuff like that for a while so I decided why not now? It's not gonna be my first time writing it but it is my first time posting this stuff so fair warning.

NO CHILDREN BEYOND THIS POINT I SWEAR TO GOD DON'T YOU DARE-

Medic

Okay so like, I don't know if it's just me but like I kinda see Medic as a bit ace? Like he doesn't usually think about that type of stuff and it's very rare that he feels this sort of pull, but he won't reject doing it if you want to either.

You'd need to be very blunt with the man. It's not that he's dumb, he just doesn't pick up well on social cues in the first place so he doesn't want to assume anything.

He's never one to initiate. Like ever. You want some? You best come get it.

Kinks? Literally whatever the fuck you're into. Man does not give a fuck. He'll indulge in the most insane shit if you're up for it. He had no line that can't be crossed. He loves experimenting. (I mean that's what he does 98% of the time anyway)

Mega switch. He can be the absolute whiniest sub and the most controlling dom. It's almost scary how good he is at both.

Foreplay can be common or not happen at all. Again it depends entirely on what his partner wants and if you want him to spend an hour just touching you then that's exactly what he'll do.

He holds no shame if caught. Everyone knows better than to say shit to the person that's literally in charge of their bodily functions. No one dares to say a word if they catch the two of you.

He will often slip into German in the heat of the moment so whatever he saids is completely lost on you. (He's honestly just saying random shit but you don't need to know that)

His favorite position is downward dog. Something about hearing your muffled moans just kinda does it for him.

For him, it's more of a casual thing. Like a 'sure, why not'.

Overall whoever he's with gets to decide what smexy time will be like.

Sniper

This man has one hell of a sex drive. It's honestly surprising he hasn't exploded from the number of times he's found himself in a situation where he just really needed that release but couldn't get it that moment.

One small comment, purposeful or not, has him wanting you. There have been more than a few times he's heard the wrong meaning in your words, flustering and really pushing him.

He doesn't initiate it so much as you can see that he really really needs it. He'll deny himself no matter how worked up he gets and it's up to you to shove some reality in his face and give him what he wants.

Man is a full dom when he's in the mood though. I'm talking you won't even know what's happening before he has you against a wall, whispering the dirtiest things you've ever heard in your ear. Which is frankly surprising since he was usually so easily flustered. It's almost shocking how quickly he changes from flustered mess to confident and absolutely fucking H O T.

He doesn't venture into the world of kinks much. He likes it rough and messy, not complicated. He'd rather be the one to hold you down than have some rope do it for him. That doesn't mean he won't try if you ask though.

He draws a hard line with extreme stuff. He will never harm you and would never like to be harmed by you.

If he trusts you enough, and you play your cards right, he can become a melted mess. Sometimes he just really likes to give up all control to you and honestly, it just makes him hotter.

He's definitely the type to use semi-demeaning words but not in a way to put you down. Something like 'you're such a good lil' slut for me'

Voyeurism is something he's turned on about but deathly afraid to do. He's had many a fantasy of fucking where he might get caught but actually getting caught would probably embarrass him to unimaginable lengths. So to indulge in these fantasies he'll do so when you both go camping. No one's around yet the thrill is still there.

He most often likes to fuck you into a wall of some kind. He likes how the position makes it a bit harder to look at anything but him. Your expressions are what he practically lives for.

Foreplay is rare. He's often too worked up to think about it. He mostly likes to get straight to the good part. So when he gives you the reins he can often be even more of a mess if you prefer soft touches and a slower session.

How casual it is depends on how long he's been with you. For the first year they tend to be more rare and often very intense sessions. Once he's more comfortable with you though it can become extremely common and more casual with those intense sessions sprinkled in now and then.

Overall he's a bit hard to predict. You'll start off thinking he's going to be a nervous mess under your fingers before he turns around and fucks you until you can't stand anymore. Then after a while you get to take control and do the same to him.

It's a win/win

Engie

A decent sex drive. Usually he's very good at controlling his urges and keeping them in check but when he wants it damn does he want it bad.

He's a man of words. Nothing, and I mean nothing will get him going faster than a suggestive comment. Keep talking and you'll have him hooked in moments.

Despite what one might think, Engie is a dom. Look, you listen to him when his voice gets deep and tell me he doesn't use that tone to turn on whoever he's with. Man's knows every way to turn someone on without even touching them.

Is most likely the one to initiate. He likes to start it off with a little bit of light touching so it's very often that he turns what was supposed to be a cuddle session or a short kiss into something a lot more.

HUGE praise kink. He's going to compliment each part of your body in the sexiest way he can. Stuff like 'ya sound beautiful when you're beggin sweetheart' and 'ain't you just the most perfect thing ah've ever seen'. He is going to make even the most stone-cold mercenary flush with how good he is at talking dirty.

Foreplay is this man's forte. He's good with his hands and his tongue and you can be damn sure he's using both to his advantage. Kisses all around your body, whispered words that send shocks through your skin, soft touches that send shivers down your spine, he's good at it all.

To him it has to be intimate. He's not one for casual. If he's going to do anything with you it's going to be slow and romatic. He doesn't like anything quick, it just doesn't do it for him. He wants to hold your body, to feel every bit of skin revealed to him.

He doesn't want anyone disturbing his moment with you and it will annoy him to no end if someone does. He'll quickly cover you before throwing whatever's closest to him at whoever disturbed the session. Despite this, he has a huge thing for spontaneous sessions rather than planned ones. This means that you two have done it more than a few times in his workshop. Luckily at this point everyone's learned to just not come in if the doors are closed, no matter how important it is. He's not going to talk or help anyone until he's finished.

He has a different set of nicknames that are saved especially for smexy time. These include 'cute lil' thing, sugar, angle' and a few others. Upon hearing any of those nicknames you'll know exactly what he's planning to do.

He likes it when you ride him. He very much enjoys the hold he has on your hips as you bounce on top of him, not to mention your face contorted in pleasure that he gets a front-row seat to.

Overall he's a man of foreplay and long passionate sessions.

#tf2 #reader x tf2 #tf2 x reader #engie #medic #sniper #tf2 engie #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper

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redorich · 3 years

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For the canyon au, what would happen if one of the hermits got hurt during a scout? Like, if etho is out scouting, something happens, and he’s unable to message the hermits or get help. Would he be willing to be seen? Would any smpers besides Puffy help him?

Zedaph didn't mean to leave the canyon, honest! He was just looking for a sheep of his own for a completely ethical experiment involving pistons and a perfectly reasonable quantity of peanut butter, thank you very much. He wasn’t about to steal a sheep from someone else’s farm, and for some reason sheep don’t tend to spawn at bedrock level. So really, he had no choice!

Zedaph is rethinking a lot of his decisions. He’s also wondering if he left the jump-powered stove on. Then he remembers that it’s jump-powered, and as he is not currently jumping on it, it is most likely unpowered. Unfortunately, it seems as though Zedaph is going to be eating a lot of cold food for a while if he makes it out of this alive, because he’s not going to be jumping on anything with a broken leg.

Despite his punishment for trying to take a cross-section of something that he now knows is probably sentient (oops), he can’t help but want to go back, to learn more. What is the rate of growth of those red vines? Are they all from the same plant? Are they actually sentient, or is the crimson kudzu in possession of an automatic response to attempted harm? Did the vine know it was hitting him off a ledge which would break his leg, or did it just know “whack human away from vine”? Would the vines taste good in soup? Are they flammable? Could Zedaph theoretically knit a fashionable sweater out of them, and if so would the sweater be capable of independent movement?

He is torn from his musings of a wriggly evil sweater by another thrum of pain. He hisses. There’s... more blood than is advisable. Outside of his leg, that is. Inside his leg is likely less than the advisable amount of blood, and come to think of it, his head’s probably a bit empty as well, seeing as how he’s having so much trouble thinking straight-- well, straight for him. His jumps in logic are incomprehensible to most on a good day, but right now even he can’t follow his own thought process. What was he thinking about again?

Ah yes. The overwhelming pain from being yeeted off a ledge. Come to think of it, the ledge he fell off-- the one he’s sitting leaned against-- is shaped awfully unusually. It must be manmade. Whoever made this is not a good terraformer. Zedaph should bake Scar some cookies. Is Scar allergic to peanuts? Ow. Ow. Ow. Zedaph will need to borrow Impulse’s oven-- or he could set up his own oven with an armor stand that jumps for him?

“Hey there, who are you?” says a female voice. Zedaph looks up. He doesn’t have to look very far up.

Standing in front of him is a woman with a cool pirate-looking coat (red, of course; all self-respecting pirates wear red), with long fluffy hair like white wool and rainbow fringe! Oh, and she’s, like, half sheep or something. That’s cool too.

Wait. There’s something about sheep he’s forgetting... How could he have been so stupid?! He came to the surface in the first place in search of a sheep, and now he’s (kind of) found one!

The cool pirate lady says something, but Zedaph-- well, he does hear it, but it doesn’t process. Words are just mouth-sounds. He is in pain.

“Found a sheep,” he mumbles, “Come back to the canyon?”

“You’re hurt, man,” the sheep-pirate-lady says. She has pretty rainbow hair, and the white parts look like clouds.

She laughs. “Thanks.”

Clearly, this woman is a mind-reader! As well as a sheep. Really, two for the price of one. Zedaph isn’t quite sure what to do with a mind-reader, but his head will be much clearer and therefore able to dream up wacky hypotheses once he respawns--

He gasps, jerking forward and choking on his own breath when he remembers the cold truth. Xisuma won’t be able to respawn him, not for several days. Zedaph doesn’t want to spend that long in the void.

“Woah!” the woman exclaims, rushing to steady him. “You look pretty bad, dude. Let’s get you home or something. Where do you live?”

“Canyon,” Zedaph rasps. “I’m not supposed to tell you that, I don’t think. Can’t remember why.”

The nice woman goes very still. “Hey. My name’s Puffy. I’m gonna take you to the canyon. Do you think you can stand if I help you?”

“Puffy..?” Zedaph squints off into the middle distance, trying to remember something. “She’s the person who keeps coming back to that barrel, isn’t she?”

Puffy pulls Zedaph’s arm over her shoulder and gently pulls him up to his feet. “She is,” Puffy says softly.

“I hope she liked the enchanted diamond shears,” he mumbles.

“She did,” Puffy says softly. “She didn’t even know diamond shears were a thing.”

“I was going to make an emerald flint and steel,” Zedaph rambles, “but it turns out that items made of flint and steel aren’t conducive to being made of not-flint and not-steel."

"Who would have thought?" Puffy laughs, then trips over a vine. Zedaph makes a pained noise at the jostle to his leg, which is dragging a bit on the ground because Puffy is so much shorter than him. She notices this, and rethinks her strategy.

"At this rate, we'll never get back to the canyon," she gripes. "Climb on my back instead, I'll carry you."

Zedaph obliges, but warns, "Tango says I'm heavy.”

“I’m stronger than Tango, I’ll bet.”

The Hermit is actually a bit heavy, but this is a matter of pride now. And also, quite possibly a matter of urgency. The Hermit isn’t responding anymore. He’s still holding on, so he isn’t dead or completely unconscious; still, he’s not in a good state.

As soon as the elevator down to the bottom of the canyon comes into view, Puffy books it. Surely, in the canyon base, the Hermit will have healing potions? He (They? Multiple Hermits?) gave her a whole beacon, so obviously he/they are late-game enough to have plenty of potions.

Stepping into the elevator, Puffy presses the button, then puts her hand on the Hermit’s neck. It’s a bit of an awkward position, since his chin is hanging over her shoulder, but it makes her feel better to have a hand on his pulse. He makes a pitiful noise as the elevator descends.

“Easy there,” Puffy says, “you’re almost home.”

The moment the doors open, she ventures out into the village. The only safe place she knows is the barrel where she leaves her items for the Hermit(s), so she takes him there. Now that she’s looking, she spots shadows, eyes, movements, throughout the supposedly empty village. One such person comes out of the woodwork, sprinting.

“Zedaph!” exclaims a tall, musclebound man. His face is twisted in naked worry as he meets Puffy at the barrel, which she sets Zedaph down on.

The large man, who wears a black shirt with a creeper face on it (does that mean something, Puffy wonders?) scrutinizes the blond man on the barrel for a moment before springing into action, splashing potions and bits of lapis and-- holy shit, is that a Totem of Undying?! When the blond man, Zedaph, seems to come back to himself enough that he could reasonably eat a golden carrot with minimal choking hazard, the new man hands him one. Finally, he turns to Puffy.

“Thank you,” he says. The relief in his voice is tangible.

Puffy shifts awkwardly. “I was just doing the right thing. I noticed, uh, his bracelet.”

They both look to Zedaph’s wrist. It’s got a woven bracelet on it. The textile isn’t astounding, but the pattern on it is intricate. Puffy would know, she made it herself as a gift for the Hermit. As Puffy and the other Hermit look at each other, she realizes that he is also wearing something she made: a pair of fingerless gloves which are now stained with redstone dust.

He catches her staring. “We all have one-- oh, uh, my name’s Impulse, and this is Zedaph--”

“Impulse,” a new blond man hisses from behind the two. Puffy jumps. She didn’t hear him coming.

“Tango!” Impulse greets, suddenly nervous. Why a man as big as Impulse would be nervous when facing anyone, let alone a normal-looking guy like Tango, is beyond Puffy. Maybe Tango’s red eyes have some sort of significance?

“Impulse,” Tango repeats, looking around for anyone that isn’t a Hermit. “You’re not invisible.”

Impulse’s eyebrows draw together in a frown. “I had to see Zedaph.”

“Yeahhh,” Zedaph slurs.

“Besides, if we can trust any of the natives, it’s Puffy,” Impulse insists. He crosses his arms in what should be an intimidating display, but truthfully looks more like a pout.

“You know what Xisuma said,” Tango says. “I’m grateful to have Zedaph back, but...”

“Xisuma would agree with me,” Impulse says stubbornly.

Tango sighs explosively, full of nerves. “Alright, fine, can we at least get out of sight? Anyone could come wandering across the surface and spot us.”

“How many of you are there?” Puffy breathes. Everyone’s eyes snap to her.

“Twenty-four,” Zedaph says happily.

“Zedaph!” Tango admonishes.

Rolling his eyes, Impulse scoops Zedaph up off the barrel like he weighs nothing. He carries the dazed blond man down the path and into a cottage-style house. As Tango goes to follow, he catches Puffy’s eye.

“Sorry,” he says, “nothing personal. Just trying to avoid being explodificated, which means not being seen by the people who live on this server. You get it, yeah?”

He jogs off to catch up with Impulse, and Puffy hurriedly follows. Tango’s got a bracelet like Zedaph’s, but it’s one of the ones Puffy made out of different shades of red. She wonders if all the Hermits wear something she made.

The inside of the house is a bit cramped, but it’ll do. It’s got a bed, at least, so Zedaph’s got somewhere to keep his leg off the ground. This all feels surreal.

“So, uh...” Puffy says into the stuffy silence of the room. “How about that, uh, bedrock?”

Nobody has anything to say to that. Fuck.

Out of nowhere, yet another Hermit shows up. There’s a trapdoor in the wall that, now that she looks at it, Puffy realizes that Tango was hiding intentionally. That’s all gone to shit, though, because a man with white hair and a mask over his face peeks his head out from the hole in the wall.

“Hey guys, what--” The man takes a look around, spots Puffy, and freezes. “...On second thought, I’ll come back later.”

“Wait!” Impulse says to the man. “Get Xisuma, or at least tell him Puffy’s here if he can’t make the trip right now.”

“Karl thinks you’re Mothman,” Puffy blurts out to the white-haired man.

The man looks very self-satisfied for someone who’s only showing a quarter of his face. “Oh? Where does he live? For absolutely no reason, of course.”

“Etho...” Tango groans.

“Oh, alright, I’ll go get X.”

The man leaves. Oh boy, thinks Puffy, this is going to be interesting.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #captain puffy #zedaph #zedaphplays #impulsesv #tango tek #xisuma #xisumavoid #ethoslab #me.cpp #me.txt

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hopelesshawks · 2 years

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Okay.... I actually wasn't going to give you any requested but I am very insecure and your opinion kinda matters to me so I thought about an actual decent request 😅

Could you please make a headcanon of hawks getting a haircut after the war arc, since I'm pretty sure fire is not a very healthy way to cut it

And reader as the top hairstylist is just surprised to have to tend to such an important person but he wasn't smiling or using his Hawks persona

You don’t have to be scared to send in requests Love! I’m still more than happy to complete one for you just one I can actually do 😅 like this one!

Headcanons for Hawks x hairstylist!reader + a little Drabble at the end

It probably starts out as a necessity thing

Like you said fire can’t be a healthy way to cut your hair 💀 so he tries to go to some random cheap place at first but then when he sees the results he’s HORRIFIED

So by the time he gets to your chair it’s a mess and he’s apologizing but also absolutely praying you can fix it

Ends up having to wear it even shorter for a little bit and while he knows it’s not the most dramatic change ever it still feels weird

Is so proud when it starts to grow long again but decides to redo the sort of undercut thing he has going on during war arc just with an actual stylist doing an actually good job

He’s so appreciative of you for both recovering his hair and helping him find a middle ground he actually likes now that it’s out

Starts pubbing your business literally at any and every opportunity

Like you were already doing well before but now business is exploding it’s insane

But you always have a slot for him

Takes him a full year to realize it’s not normal for hairstylists to be willing to work at 10pm to match a pro hero schedule bc he’s oblivious as fuck

Starts leaving you flowers and little notes, takes another full year to finally confess to you

The sound of the bell chiming above the door draws your attention as you look up to see your favorite customer coming through your doorway. You smile at him and it turns into something particularly soft when you notice the bouquet in his hands.

“I told you it’s my pleasure doing your hair Hawks and you pay me. You don’t have to bring in flowers to thank me too,” you chuckle fondly, gratefully accepting them anyway before putting them in the vase you now keep at your station just for the flowers he brings you.

“I gotta confess these aren’t thank you flowers,” he chuckles scratching at the back of his head sheepishly.

His hair’s starting to get long back there again, you’ll have to trim it soon.

“Then what are they?” you ask.

“Ulterior motive flowers.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yep!”

“And what’s your ulterior motive?”

Keigo’s cheeks go a little pink when you ask and he gives another nervous chuckle. It’s adorable but you can’t help but wonder why he’s on edge. Does he have a big favor to ask? Is he switching to a barber?

“Do you want to go on a date? With me?” he asks instead and it makes your eyes widen almost comically.

“Uh, yea, yea! I’d actually really like that,” you tell him beaming and the smile you get in return is almost blinding.

“Great. How does tonight sound?”

“Tonight sounds perfect.”

#hawks headcanons #keigo takami headcanons

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a-n-conrad · 3 years

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Painting (Steve Rogers x Reader)

[Summary: You decide to paint your friend, Steve Rogers, realizing that no one had ever painted him without his uniform. However, things start to get heated after you start to daydream during your painting session. (She/Her pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT (18+, but with emotions), Not Canon Compliant (Because fuck you, Marvel.), Swearing, unprotected vaginal sex

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]

You and Steve Rogers were widely considered to be an unlikely pair. There were a lot of things that you didn’t exactly agree on. Steve was a lot more social, being bold and outgoing. You were a bit quieter, preferring to avoid the company of a crowd. Steve was prone to waking up early to exercise. You stayed up into the quiet hours of the night, choosing instead to get a majority of your sleep in the morning. You weren’t exactly fond of Steve’s workout routines either, though you would join him on a short jog on occasion.

While you were technically considered an Avenger, you were really only brought out to fight for emergency circumstances. You had some incredibly powerful, incredibly volatile powers, but you really had no interest in using them unless it was completely needed. So you ended up making a few deals. You’d be treated like an Avenger, but you were basically benched unless some drastic, world-ending issue came up. So until then, you were kept on hold in Avengers Tower, spending most of your time painting in the studio that Tony had gotten set up for you.

Despite this power, and despite your title as an official Avenger, you were still a bit of an outsider among the team. You tended not to talk to them a lot, becoming a bit easily overwhelmed by the chaos that the team seemed to radiate. But surprisingly, you and Steve got along incredibly well.

You had originally bonded over your love of art. You loved Steve’s drawings. You admired the linework and shading in his drawings. He could do so much with just a pen, let alone if you gave him a few colors. He admired the amount of emotion you managed to instill into every single painting that you made. No matter what you painted, whether it was a portrait, a landscape, or something entirely different, it was always filled to the brim with the emotion that you had felt while painting it. It was like looking through a window into your soul. It was so honest and refreshing.

Eventually the two of you started to talk a bit more while you worked. It started pretty tame, just discussions of how your day was or general questions about each other like “What’s your favorite color”. But eventually you moved on to the harsher topics of your lives. Steve would talk about how exhausting it was to be the face of America, to be held on such a pedestal while also being expected to sacrifice everything at the drop of a hat. You talked about how cold and dehumanizing it felt to be seen by the American government as nothing more than a weapon, a walking nuclear bomb.

Your struggles overlapped at certain points. You both spent a lot of your time being used by the government. You were both seen as tools more than you were seen as people by a lot of the general public. You were a weapon and he was an idol, some sort of trophy. So you bonded a lot over your shared struggles as you talked to each other and worked on art side by side. And when the hard stuff got a bit too heavy, you’d sit and talk about art. About subjects that you just loved to add to all of your work. About what each shade of every color meant to you, about the emotions that you saw in every tiny color shift.

It was so nice, for both of you, to have something like that. The studio that you spent time in was so safe and peaceful for both of you, since the other Avengers tended to avoid it. And the two of you had started to see through each other’s masks enough to truly get to know each other. Steve couldn’t remember the last time someone had known him as Steve Rogers more than they had known him as Captain America. He had Bucky, but Bucky was far too busy with his own issues for Steve to even consider burdening him with anything else. But with you he could truly be himself, even if that meant getting angry, sad, or frustrated.

So the two of you had become incredibly close, despite your differences. And every day that you had some free time without any big meeting or mission, you would be in the studio helping each other with art. It was a good way for you to relieve stress, just relaxing with each other. It was one of those days that you came to a realization.

- - - - -

“Has anyone ever painted you?” You asked suddenly one day as the two of you sat side by side in the art studio. He looked a bit surprised, and then he looked confused.

“Of course. There are murals of me up all over the place, (Y/n).”

“No, there are murals of Captain America,” you responded, shaking your head, “They don’t really look that much like you. You really only look like that when you’re working as Captain America. So has anyone ever painted you? As Steve Rogers?”

He looked surprised again. And you could tell as the emotions cycled through his face that he didn’t really know how to respond. You supposed it was a bit of an odd question. And you knew that it was a bit odd to think of someone and their superhero persona as two different people, but Steve couldn’t disagree. He wasn’t Captain America all the time, and he loved that you understood that, “I suppose I’ve never really thought about it, but I guess not.”

You hummed a bit, “That’s a shame. It feels like a waste that everyone paints a costume. You should let me paint you sometime.”

You said it in a way that he wasn’t sure if you were serious. Your face was entirely serious when you said it, but you said it so casually, not even really looking at him, “Really?”

You finally looked up at him, noticing the pure confusion on his face, “Of course. I mean, you’d have to sit still for a while, but honestly, you could probably just sit and sketch for a while. You just seem too good of a subject to not be painted without the costume.”

Steve wasn’t really one to blush, but it was quite the compliment coming from you. He had women trying to hit on him all the time now, being Captain America, but that never really felt heartfelt. It had been a fairly long time since he had actually felt a real connection with someone. But to hear you compliment him, thinking of him as Steve Rogers instead of Captain America, made his heart flutter a bit. And the fact that he knew that you were rather picky about the subject you painted only made it more effective.

“I, uh, think that’d be cool,” He responded as soon as he was sure that he could trust his voice not to crack, though he couldn’t hide the slight stutter. It was honestly endearing how much his personality changed when he wasn’t working. While he was still headstrong and stubborn, he was a bit less confident. He knew he could win a fight. He knew that he looked good on television. But he didn’t really know how to interact with people in the new modern age. He was lucky to have the friends that he did. At least, that’s how he felt about it.

“Wonderful,” You hummed, starting to put away all of your supplies, “Why don’t we pack it up for the day and I can start painting you tomorrow if we aren’t too busy?”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

- - - - -

The next day was surprisingly slow. You had to say that you were thankful. You had been looking forward to getting to paint Steve, even though you knew it was making him a little nervous. You were honestly excited to have a new project, and part of you was excited for the opportunity to stare at Steve for a bit without it being considered weird. He was easy to admire, both physically and on a personal level, so you found yourself staring more often than you’d like to admit. You were pretty sure that you had been lucky enough to avoid being caught though.

He was physically gorgeous. Obviously. But something about the way that he looked when he was drawing was nearly angelic. The way he furrowed his brows just a little and turned his paper at odd angles to make sure that the proportions of his sketches were right was adorable. The look in his eyes when his work started to come together made your heart melt. When he got a bit frustrated and would run a hand through his hair you could feel your heart skip a beat. You felt a bit dumb to be drooling over your friend, but you had to admit you were falling pretty hard for him. So you’d use this painting as an excuse to admire him without any questions.

He was already blushing a bit when he came into the studio, and you had a feeling that part of it was from Tony teasing him. He had a habit of giving the two of you a bit of a hard time about how much time you spent together. But the blush was still adorable. Something about Steve when he was nervous stole your heart. He was surprisingly soft when he had the space to be.

“So, uh, what’s the plan?” He asked as he strode over to your work station that you had already gotten set up.

“Just pull a chair up in front of me. You can get comfortable, start sketching, and I’ll get a base outline and block out as much as I can. Just let me know if you need a break and try not to change your pose too much. At least until I can get all of the base shapes right,” You instructed, trying to keep your voice even. You were surprised at how well you managed to hide the fact that you were completely lovesick.

“Alright, sounds good,” He responded, pulling up a chair and getting himself situated. He crossed one of his legs over the other, resting his ankle on his other thigh to give himself a place to set his sketchbook. You tossed him his pencil once he got himself settled, and then you got to work.

You had to admit you had started to get a bit frustrated with how easily you managed to get distracted by him while you were trying to paint. You had hoped that maybe painting him would help. You had no reason to get distracted from your painting when you were painting him. At least, that’s what you had thought before you started sketching out the form.

You felt yourself losing focus as your brush moved smoothly, the incredibly thin, light paint building a form that you found yourself wanting to know a bit more intimately. You tried your best to stay focused on the canvas in front of you, but you couldn’t stop your mind from drifting. You imagined what his body looked like under his clothes as you blocked out the lights and shadows of the fabric that rested over his abs. And the vivid image in your brain, the detailed picture of his body that you had conjured up in front of you, followed your brush as you worked.

The brush slid smoothly across the canvas, outlining his muscles, almost all of which showed through his thin t-shirt. Your brain almost instantly conjured up a matching image, the fantasy becoming more and more dynamic as you went on. It shifted from regular images of what his abs looked like when he was shirtless to more detailed images. Thoughts of his biceps flexing a bit as he held himself over you, his arms covered in sweat. Thoughts of his hands sliding across your skin. It only got worse as you moved down, eventually reaching the point between his legs.

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?” Steve’s voice finally broke you from your thoughts, his eyes which had been focused intently on his drawing when you had last looked were now trained on your face, scanning for any sign as to what was causing you to space out, “You don’t normally get distracted when you’re painting, is everything alright?”

“Oh,” You tried your best to pull yourself back to reality, though the fantasies seemed to be burned into your brain, “Yeah, sorry. I was, uh, spacing out a bit.”

“Do you want to take a break for a bit? Maybe we should get up and stretch,” He suggested. You nodded in response, hoping it would help you refocus on your painting.

It didn’t help much, though, as Steve stood, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt lifted up just enough to show some skin, and his pants were riding fairly low. Your eyes almost involuntarily moved to look at him, landing right about the button to the jeans that he was wearing. The muscles in his hips and stomach formed an almost perfect V shape leading into his pants.

“(Y/N)?” You had been caught staring. You tried your best to look casual, relaxing your posture. Your mistake was to try to lean on the table, setting your hand directing on your palette, which was covered in paints.

You froze, and Steve’s eyes landed on your hand, the red and blue paint gushing out from the sides. You felt like an awkward teenager, doing stupid ridiculous shit in front of your crush. You watched intently for a reaction from Steve, not really knowing what to do and hoping that the way that he reacted would give you something easy to respond to.

He raised one of his eyebrows at you, a look of confusion, with a small hint of amusement under the surface painted across his face, “You seem to have set your hand in your paint.”

“Uh, yes, it would seem so,” You responded awkwardly, finally lifting your hand out of the paint. You still really weren’t sure what to say, and not knowing where to put your hand so that you wouldn’t smear any paint anywhere wasn’t really making you feel any better. You cleared your throat a bit, trying to think of something smart to say, something that wouldn’t signal exactly how far gone you were into your fantasies, but instead you just signaled to Steve how flustered you were.

You knew that Steve had never been the biggest ladies’ man. From what he had told you, he was actually pretty awkward growing up, but the confidence that washed over him as he finally figured out what was getting you so flustered was visible. He walked closer to you, standing close enough to emphasize how tall he was, “Got something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Oh, uh,” You stuttered, not sure what to say. You could tell that he knew from the smirk on his face, but you could feel your face heating up as you thought about explaining your fantasizing to Steve. He smirked even more as you got visibly flustered.

“It’s okay, honey, I don’t mind if you stare a little,” He said, standing a bit closer, his hand moving to hold your chin. You swallowed deeply as his fingers brushed against your skin softly. Your eyes locked with his as his hand tilted your chin up just a little.

As much as he was keeping up his confident, masculine persona, you could see the complete warmth in his eyes. He softened completely when you looked at him, pure admiration in your eyes. He had to admit it warmed his heart to see you looking at him like that, like he was your whole world. And maybe it was because he felt the same way. He had been falling in love with you slowly, and as he looked at you, he wanted to find every way possible to express it.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his voice soft.

“Please.”

His lips were much softer than you thought they’d be, but you didn’t think about it too much as his lips moved against your own. It was soft at first, but it began to escalate quickly, getting rough and more passionate. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your body into his own, and your hands moved to his face, too focused on the kiss to notice the fact that you were smearing paint across his cheek.

He pulled back, allowing you to get a breath of air. That was when you noticed the red and blue streaks across his cheek, “Shit, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about,” He brushed it off, before pulling you into another kiss. He truly didn’t seem to care at all about the paint, choosing instead to focus on you.

This kiss started off much more passionate, building even further. Before long he pulled away again, pulling a groan from your mouth as you instinctively wanted more. Your complaints were silenced, though, as he began to kiss down your neck, nipping slighting at a few select spots, leaving marks for you to see later.

“If you want me to stop, just say it,” He said, as his hands started to move towards the hem of your shirt. He was moving slowly, giving you the chance to stop him at any point. You didn’t.

Before long, your clothes were entirely discarded, scattered haphazardly across the floor. Steve’s followed shortly. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourself, feeling the curves of each other's bodies as you continued to kiss. Both of you were desperate, the tension that neither of you even realized had been building finally crashing to the ground around you, any sort of restraint being thrown out the window.

However, you had to take a few moments to admire his body. You knew that it was perfect, he was a super soldier, of course it’s perfect, but you didn’t really know how perfect until it was right in front of you. There was no way you could’ve imagined it in a way that did it true justice. The warmth under his skin, the pace of his breathing, the firm feeling of his grip on your waist. Those were things that you could never have imagined fully.

He lifted you up without any issue, placing his hands under your thighs, carrying you to the work table and setting you on a clear section of the table without breaking the kiss. His hands slid across the tops of your thighs before grabbing your hips. Yours moved from his cheeks to rest on his bare chest, smearing a bit more paint across his scalped chest. You could feel his erection brush against your leg as he leaned over you, the two of you trying to get as close to each other as possible.

You were breathing heavily, your brain clouded with need, both new and left over from your earlier fantasies. Fantasies that were coming true, “Please, Steve.”

“What is it, Sweetheart?” Steve asked, looking down at you, his pupils blown wide with desire, “What do you want?”

You began to grind against his thigh without really thinking about it. He had to admit that something about you needing him this much turned him on, but he wanted to wait until you said it before he did anything, “Please fuck me.”

He would’ve liked to have a bit more foreplay, but both of you were so needy, having built up to this for so long with so little release until now. So he complied with your request. He pulled you quickly to the edge of the table. You were forced to lay your upper body down completely so that he could pull your hips to hang over the edge a bit. He took a few moments to rub himself against the entrance to your pussy, coating the head of his cock with liquid that was practically dripping from your pussy. Finally, he pushed himself into you slowly, making sure to monitor your reaction for any sort of discomfort. You were indulging in the feeling of him slowly stretching you out, completely enjoying the feeling of having him as close to you as possible.

He started moving after he was sure that you were comfortable, his hands beginning to wander your body, squeezing at your hips and breasts, basically any part of you that had a bit of squish, something for him to grab. His mouth latched on to the base of your neck, leaving a deep, dark hickey. You could feel every movement of his hips, his cock brushing against your internal walls again with each thrust.

You couldn’t hold back your moans as he found the perfect spot to hit, one of his hands gripping one of your hips tightly to hold you in place as his thrusts gained momentum. He started picking up speed a bit, taking care to continue to hit the spot that made you moan the loudest. His other hand slid down further, his fingers making their way between your folds. He was surprisingly quick to find your clit, not that you were complaining. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head as he started to rub small circles over it, keeping pace with his thrusts.

You were practically putty in his hands, falling apart as he found every way to make you moan. Touch, squeezing, kissing, and biting exactly where you needed him to. You had no idea how he knew exactly what you wanted, but you didn’t really care as a knot began to build in the pit of your stomach.

You practically screamed his name as the knot finally snapped, Steve continuing his motions, continuing to rub your clit, as you rode out your climax, your whole body feeling as though fireworks were shooting through your veins. Your walls tightened with the waves of your orgasms, the fluttering feeling clear to Steve as he continued to bury himself inside of you. Soon after your climax finished, you could feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy, focus clear on his face as he tried his best to hold on longer.

He couldn’t hold on that long, though, soon giving in to the building pleasure. He came hard, his hips snapping into your own and his head being buried in your neck to hide his curses as he came completely undone. You could feel the thick hot ropes of his cum coating your insides as he finished. You both stayed like that for a few moments in order to catch your breath.

As you started to come back to reality, you finally noticed the mess you had made. Steve’s hair was a mess, blue paint sticking some of the tips together. You couldn’t even remember when you had grabbed his hair, but the paint smears left a clear map of where your hand had wandered. The blue and red stripes across his face and chest were clear, too. In fact, you had gotten paint all over his sculpted body, the blue smears outlining his muscles.

“We should probably clean up and get back to work, huh?” He eventually sighed, his eyes never leaving your body.

“I suppose.”

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