#digital art of him slowly coming along

[cheetahspy]

Class doodle I felt proud enough to post

I hate his pathetic ass so much *squishes his cheeks and pecks his forehead and sends him off with cookies and a glass of milk*

[mintacle]

I can't believe I've done this. Anyway, Jortson Todd.

[pedge-page]

Himbo joel is definitely into humping

Call this bitch humpty dumpty because all he DOES is hump anything reader has when she's not home.

Warnings: humping, pillow humping, dry humping, public humping, cumming in pants, cum eating, mommy kink, typed out on my phone at lunch and not proof read one bit

18 + ONLY

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He loves curling up in her bed, sniffing her bedsheets and pillow case. The remnants of your scent sending rivers of arousal right down to his cock until its stiffening. Can't help but hump the matress as he inhales your smell.

The need is so strong that he pushes your one pillow between his knees, the other right in his face. Lying down on his stomach and smashing his nose into it as he start experimentally grinding down on the soft plushness. He groans with a laugh. You'll be mad, no doubt, but so long aa he can enjoy it, he'll just be sure to put it right back.

He keeps rocking his hips into the pillow, suffucating his thick length. It encompassed it perfectly. Just the right amount of pressure to make him grunt with each roll. He props himself on his knees a little higher and angles the pillow to bend taller. The position nudges his balls effortlessly. He whimpers face down into your sheets, his teeth tearing into the fabric with damp Saliva forming while he Bounces along the pad. "M-mommy," he whines, wafting the scent of your sweat and shampoo. He fucked you right here just a couple hours ago but he'd give anything to plunge his length into your soft sweet wet tight pussy right now.

Fuck, it's cruel you leave him like this. Mommy is so cruel sometimes and he doesn't always understand it. Maybe he should be bad, make you spend time with him (punish him) and remind him why he needs to be kept close at all times.

His jaw drops as he stills and starts cumming in his pants. Creamy white slick pours through his sweats and begins to seep into the soft once dry pillow below him. It feels so fucking good, making a mess just for you that he pushes his crotch further in and slowly rubs his cum into your pillow. Sticky and wet, Joel smears it all over like a giddy Painter who's satisfied with his art.  He knows he should clean up before you come home, but he can't bring himself to care. Instead, he keeps his softened cock messy cum covered pants and pillow tightly wedged against him and falls alseep wrapped up in your distant presence.

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When they are together, and he's too horny just looking at her and begging Mommy to take him home and let him have you, he pulls you close in a crowd and humps your legs or ass. Just enough that it looks like swaying. But the immediate relief he gets from the burning ache in his jeans does wonders to calm yet agitate his brain further.

"Stop it," you whisper warningly. Not even looking his way as you try to brush him off. But joel just takes your hand below and presses it against his Jean clad errection, grinding himself into your palm with a slutty sigh.

He likes brushing his cock against your jeans. The curve of your butt providing the perfect cavern to put his tented cock, rolling up and down on his heels or back and forth with little pats in each Crash.

"Cum in your pants and you're getting punished tonight, you threaten. He has to hide his smirk as he pushes himself fully against you and starts shivering, undoubtedly spilling his load right into his trousers with a raspy groan only for you to hear.

Hes so bad sometimes. He does it on purpose. You know it. He knows it. And he knows you won't do anything right now in public in front of others.

You grin and drag your pointer along his bulge, now slowly dampened with cum. He jitters from your touch, watching with parted lips and hazy eyes as you push your digit into your mouth and hum.

His mouth twitches, ans he can already feel his dick pulsing again with excitement, just thinking of the million ways you're going to make him suffer tonight for directly disobeying Mommy in front of everyone.

Anyway what yeah himbo!Joel likes humping and stuff.

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[tteokdoroki]

meeting katsuki on hinge or something and you get to talking for a few days— staying up late and sending one another voice notes; updates about your day and the awful coffee shop you work at downtown until you feel comfy enough to give him your Instagram and ask for his.

you damn near shit yourself when you see how gorgeous katsuki looks outside of his hinge account. his feed is probably aesthetic, shots of him in art galleries and in museums— with his big fluffy dog on hikes and his rescue cat on the couch. there are photos of bakugou with his abs out during a work out in a gym highlight, sweat glistening along his forehead, sandy blonde locks pushed back with a headband. all of it is enough to make you drool.

you’re so shocked by his beauty that you’re too scared to send the first DM— ignoring bakugou for days on end as you try to gather your bearings ( which you never actually do ).

then one day, weeks later, you’re on drink duty at the barista’s station— calling names of customers for them to come and get their orders and in the next, you recognise the letters curled around your tongue in a familiar fashion. “katsuki!” leaves your lips before you can register and in an instant, the handsome blonde from that damn dating app is standing right in front of you. “h-here’s your coffee! have a great day.”

“what? y’don’t recognise me?” bakugou cocks his head to the side, amused by how shy you’ve gotten. “‘m i too ugly for a text back?”

“what are you doing here?” you blurt out, blinking slowly.

“wanted a text back from the girl i liked, obviously.” he smiles, grabbing your hand and scribbling his number on the inside of your arm as you open and close your mouth to speak. “don’t ask how i found’ya, there’s only one shitty coffee shop on this side of town. this shit tastes like dishwater by the way.”

you swallow awkwardly, memorising the digits of his number to put into your phone just in case it washes off before your break. “yeah…you probably shouldn’t order from here…”

“and you probably shouldn’t ignore guys like me who really like ya. what time d’ya get off?”

“at five.”

"then i'll pick you up for better coffee at five."

[anemptypuddingcup]

contains breast play and heavy fingering.

Y’all I felt so fucking devious when I wrote this shit- I gotta make art of this soon bc this turned me on that badly-

Anyways-

“Hmmm? Y’thought ya could get ‘way like that?” Luffy snickered, his arm stretched out far and wrapped tight around your waist. His little giggles grew louder as he pulled you back to him, his hand waffling with yours as he looked deep into your pretty eyes. He trails his tongue along his lips hungrily as he stared down at you with lust-filled eyes.

“What’re ya doin’ runnin’ from me? Ya wanted t’play hide-n-seek w’me?” He asked, pressing his nose deep into your skin, his tongue trailing and tasting the saltiness of your skin before he lets out a deep groan of both pleasure and hunger. You moan out shakily as he pulls your onto his lap and closer to him, his hands groping your breast underneath your shirt. “Let’s jus’…take this off right here-“ Tearing your shirt, his lips latches onto your breast and he slides his tongue along your softened buds.

“M-Mmgh~ L-Luffy~” You moan out shakily to him as you press your hand up against his head. You grip his raven strands and gasp out as you feel him bite your nipple, making you moan out from the sudden pain. He groans out as he felt you yank his hair, his body shuddering with excitement as he continues to suckle and bite on your sensitive bud.

His other hand pinches the other one before he tends to it, switching sides and suckling on it harder than the other. Your body trembled against his as he got rougher, groping your breast hard with his thick and rough hands as if he was really starving and hungry for you. “Mmh~ Taste s’good~ Ya nipples like m’tongue on em don’t they?~” He whispered, smirking up at you. “They l-love it Luffy~ They love your tongue s-so muchh!~” You gasp out and threw your head back.

“Shishishi~ Is this all I needed t’do to getcha ta act right? Didja want me t’catch ya that badly baby?~” His smile was eerily dark but fuck. Just his tongue and touch alone made you want to cum so badly. He groans out shakily before he begins to yank your jeans off impatiently, practically pulling the button off as he struggled to take them off of you.

“These- fucking- they won’t come off!” He huffed impatiently, nearly tearing the fabric of your jeans. You held on to his neck and stood up onto your knees, allowing him to finally yank your jeans down and off of your legs along with your panties. He pulled up up onto his shoulder and slides his fingers along your drenched slit. You trembled and let out a soft moan as he teased your entrace. His rough fingertip runs from your clit and across your slit to your entrance, making you moan out shakily and bite your bottom lip.

“Ooh~ Ya s’sticky an’ wet~ Ya feel s’warm too~” He moans out, slowly slipping two digits past your entrance. “Ahhhn~ Ya pussy feels s’good ‘round m’fingers~ Thank ya f’makin room f’me baby gal~” You groan out shakily as he begins to move his fingers at a pretty fast pace, making your moans spill out uncontrollably. “Mmgh!~ L-Luffy!~ Luffyyy!~” You moan out to him, gripping his shirt while he tended to your aching hole. Feeling your walls tighten around his digits made his cock twitch within his shorts, your sweet moans calling out his name only made him more feral and needy.

Shoving his digits deeper into your cunt causes you to gasp out, your faces scrunching up while your moans filled up his room. “Fuck, ya makin’ me act up baby…Keep squeezin’ m’fingers like that~” He demanded, his voice letting out a small moan as he finished his sentence. You breathe out heavily as tears began to prick at your eyes, the intensity of his fingers moving deep inside of you made you want squirt, to just gush out all over his fingers so suddenly.

“Oiiiii~ M’fingers makin’ ya go dumb baby?~” Luffy whispered to you, his fingers slowly pulling out of needy hole. A string of slick falling from his fingers as he stares in awe. You whine out and turn back to him, a bit upset that he technically just edged the hell out of you. “L-Luffy!” You yell out to him. You hear him snicker. “Hmmm? What’s wrong? Didja want somethin’ baby?” Luffy asked, teasing you. You whimper out and pout to him, wiggling your ass a bit as you yearned for more of his fingers.

You feel his other hand grope the fat of your ass before her snickers and turns to you. “Aww, we’re ya close to squirtin’? M’sorry babyyy, ya shoulda said so~ Shishishi~” He grins widely at you as he licks his lips once more in anticipation. “If ya wanna squirt on m’fingers, wanna hear ya beg for em. A bad lil’ slut like ya gotta beg f’me to make ya cum.” He says firmly, his smile disappearing. You tremble at his dark tone as you felt your lower tummy grow warmer.

His dark tone was so hot that that would end up making you cum before his fingers could. “P-Please…Please Luffy…” You whimper out to him. He tilts his head before smiling to you. “Hmm? Please what baby? Whaddya want me t’do?” He asked you. You whine out before sighing heavily. “I-I want to cummm, please let me cum Luffyyy…” You begged him, your legs trembling slightly.

“Wanna hear ya say it louder baby, I can’t hear ya~” He whispers to you. You whine out once again.

“Please Luffy, I-I wanna cum!” You say it louder to him.

“Say it like ya mean it.”

“LUFFY-“

“Wanna hear ya say it like ya meant it, ya really wanna squirt on m’fingers don’cha?”

“I wanna cum! I wanna squirt on your fingers please!~”

“I said say it like ya mean it.”

“Luffy please-“

“Do it or yain’t cummin’”

You let out an angry huff before glaring down at him, a little sick and tired of him playing around with you.

“I WANNA FUCKING CUM JUST LET ME CUM ALREADY! FUCK!” You yell out angrily, a bit frustrated at how he played at your feelings.

“Good fuckin’ gal, that wasn’t s’hard was it?”

He snickers at you before shoving his fingers back deep into your warm and sticky hole. “Mmmmh~ L-Luffy!~” You moan out to him, your body shuddering as you felt his fingers go at a quick pace deep inside of your cunt. You whimper and whine out, gasping for a bit of air as you wiggled your hips in uncontrollably. “Mmgh! Mmgh! L-Luffy! LUFFY!~” You gasp out his name angelically, nearly tearing his shirt from your tight grip. His fingers wiggles deep within your cunt, his fingertips kissing your g-spot tenderly as he chased after your high.

“Cmon cmon, ya wanna fuckin’ cum don’cha? Fuckin’ squirt on m’fingers then baby!” He demanded while your body just shuddered against his shoulder. “M-M’going to! I-I’m going to!~ O-Oh goddd!~” You whine out loudly and shut your eyes tightly, throwing your head back as you finally squirt out into his fingers and drenching his shirt.

“Oh m’godddd~ Oh goddd!~” You grip his shirt tightly and squirmed as you continue to release out onto his finger, his giggles growing loud as he removes his fingers and rubs your clit quickly to help ride out your high.

“S’fuckin’ cuteee~ Ya squirted s’hard there baby!~” He beams, giving you a soft kiss onto your ass. You breath out shakily while your before a whimper spills out of your lips. “L-L-Luffy~” You moan his name shakily as he lays you down on the mattress, allowing you to relaxed and recover from your orgasm.

Luffy stares down at you and smiles.

“Shishishi~ I hope ya ready for more, cuz I ain’t done yet.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

Okay, I was reading the Mr. Pax Teacher Au and this idea popped in my head. So basically Optimus is finishing up a work day and a staff member comes up saying someone is here claiming to be his ‘wife’. Optimus questions the staff for a bit and then they reveal they have “pink hair”. Optimus then goes outside to see someone patiently waiting for him with a smile. (I’m a sucker for OptimusxElita, sue me!) Also Elita going “Yeah, you would.” Cause she just knows him. Hope this idea is fun for you!

Well I can't NOT write a snippet for this thank you. I have exactly two ships that I will devour without hesitation and Optimus/Elita happens to be one of them.

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Optimus's digits tapped on the desk along to the beat of a simple tune he hummed to himself as he looked over the day's papers. There were quite a few interesting pieces from his young archivists- students. His dear students. They showed such interest in the history he taught them. It was a joy to watch them grow and thrive under his tutelage.

"Abigail, you impress me yet again." He smiled as he looked over the girl's artwork. The assignment for the week had been to compose a model of something Cybertronian. Abigail, one of his more artistic students, had created quite the work of art. Despite having never seen any actual images of Optimus's fallen world, she managed to capture an admittedly quite accurate, if a tad abstract, vision of Uraya. It prompted his spark to flare in joy within his true frame.

"Mr. Pax, apologies for intruding." A feminine voice broke him from his work, prompting Optimus to place down his pile of paperwork and look up. Mrs. Glass, the school nurse, stood in the doorway nervously. She patted down her knitted sweater in what Optimus could only assume was anxiety considering the lack of any noticeable contaminant.

"Can I help you Mrs. Glass?" The nurse shifted uncomfortably before she nodded. Optimus stood up slowly, concern growing in his processors as he ran through the possible issues that might have arisen while he was working. Was the headmaster trying to tamper with affairs again?

"There is a woman outside who is claiming to be your wife." Optimus froze, his expression shifting as he tried to parse out what was happening. Arcee had already taken on the role of "aunt" for Jack. Being Optimus's wife would break her cover. It couldn't be June either for similar reasons.

Was he being stalked?

"Does she have any distinguishing features?" His expression settled into something firm as he readied himself to have to politely tell a confused woman that she had the wrong individual.

"She has pink hair and bright blue eyes. I think she might be wearing colored contacts." Whatever worry was settling into his spark halted the moment he got out the door and heard the nurse's explanation. Instead, faint hope grew steadily as he increased his pace and Mrs. Glass continued.

"She stated that her name was Ariel of Iacon. Although I am not sure where that city is-" Optimus stopped listening and broke into a sprint as he forced his holoform to go faster than it should have been able to according to human biology.

She couldn't be here.

He sent her away after the Allspark was taken from its place.

There was no way his Conjunx was on Earth after so many millennia apart.

"Being a teacher suites you." It was not the voice he knew, not entirely. There was none of the underlying glyphs or tones of their homeworld, but he knew her voice anywhere. He could never mistake her.

"Elita." He stepped out, his holoform momentarily flickering as Elita-One waited for him patiently, her arms crossed over her chest and a font smile on her face. He could almost see the mighty warrior that was his Conjunx through the veil of her disguise. He could hardly wait to wrap her in his arms properly as soon as they were away from prying optics.

"I missed you." She was the first to wrap her arms around him, organic as they were. Their forms melded in places as their holoforms struggled to maintain the illusion alongside their raging emotional states. However, Optimus found he didn't care as he looked into oh so human eyes and saw the spark of a Cybertronian hidden behind them.

She was here. He didn't know how or why, but Elita was here with him once more.

"I stopped by your base before I came here. I wanted it to be a surprise." She laughed as she nuzzled against his neck, searching for sensory lines that where not there. Optimus wrapped his limited EM field around her as he processed her presence and relished in it.

"It has been a most pleasant surprise to see you here after so long." Distantly, he noted Mrs. Glass watching from the school entrance. Optimus didn't bother looking back as he pulled away and took Elita's hands in his. The paperwork could be dealt with later. For now, there were bonds to be reforged, memories to share, and many long cycles apart to make up for.

"To base then?" Elita smiled up at him. Optimus could almost imagine her antennae perking up as he grinned in response.

"If that is what you want love."

[tinydefector]

Hi can you write smut with Rodimus x gn bot reader but make reader come off as feminine (i know you said that you not good with writing female reader), thanks if you do

Painted Sunset

Rodimus x Cybertronian Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, paint play, blowjobs, sex, valveplug.

Rodimus masterlist

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they try not to twitch under the tickle of the airbrush. Rodimus had a rather steady hand when it came to painting, they had requested his help with a new paint and colour scheme. So here they stood letting him paint their armour. "Roddy, how's my face?” they ask, optics shut as the speedster continues painting.

Rodimus chuckled lightly at their squirming, deftly adjusting his grip upon plating to provide better access to the area's he's painting.

 His touch remained steady, "Nearly done, sweetspark," he soothed, tilting their helm just to better catch ambient light glancing off the fresh coat. An appreciative whistle broke from his vocoder. "Lookin' scorching hot already! Might have to call Drift in for a second opinion, thinking he'll stall seeing you all colourful?" Rodimus grinned, mischief twinkling  in his optics as his field intertwined with theirs. 

 "Quite the masterpiece if I do say so myself!" He beamed, stepping back proudly. "Now go show off for Drift. betcha 20 shanix he'll blow a gasket out over the new chroma!" He teases, Rodimus himself has to back away so he doesn't ruin the new paint job. 

"Primus, and having the two of you drooling over the new paint, have enough trouble getting you to keep your servos to yourself normally" they laugh softly while looking over the new colours that shimmer off their arms, Having to stop themselves from touching It while it dries.

Rodimus grins, though pride swelled seeing their obvious delight in his craft. He sidled closer once more, field blossoming bright mischief as he trailed digit teasingly along gleaming metal. "Can you blame us for admiring fine art?" he purred, pede nudging playfully between theirs. His chuckle rumbled low and flirtatious, blue optics twinkling naughty promises sure to ruffle plating freshly painted. 

"Besides, with you all bright and flashy, how's a mech gonna keep his servos to himself?" Rodimus hums. "Fine art am I now Roddy, you better keep your servos to yourself or you'll be fixing my finish" they hum teasingly, not touching him but close enough that he can feel the venting breath from them. They are testing him to see if he would break so easily to touch them.

Rodimus' field flared in hungry heat at their coy challenge, He cycled an unsteady ventilation, optics darkening with smouldering intent tracking each shift as they lean back quickly. Rodimus holds back a noise knowing full well how thinned his self-control grew facing such sweet torment.

"Minx," Rodimus purred low in vocalizer roughened by pulsing want. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his servo as if to caress freshly-painted plating. only to splay broad palm mere inches shy of contact. His strutting smirk lost smugness, "Is this a game you're fit to win, sweetspark?" he rasped, charge pooling heavy between arrays drawn tight against swelling spike. 

If they pushed him further, he would shatter, and Primus help them both in the ravages sure to follow. "And I seem to be winning it already, why do you think I got you to paint me a test Hot rod" they hum while taking a step back waiting to see if he would try to follow, a smirk lingers on their lips, their hips sway slightly as they walk backwards. optics shimmer in mischief. 

Rodimus groaned pathetically as their teasing pedework drew them further from his desperate reach. His optics smouldered like twin supernovas, magnetic field crackling with ragged charge and wanton need. 

Cursed him for the idiot he was - playing into the seducer's hands like the hapless himbo fate made him. ”now thats just evil and you know it” he calls out. They had it out for him, So he did the only thing a fool in love could - thrust out his bottom lip in a playful pout, revving the engine to match the sway of those tempting hipplates calling his very name. 

"Awww, c'mon!" Rodimus whines putting on his best attempt at the sad cat face. "No fair leavin' a mech hangin' after workin' so hard on your paint! At least let me admire the masterpiece up close." He took a step forward, servos outstretched in plea for their frame to be in his servos. 

"And let you have a chance and mess up the stunning work, not a chance lover boy, doubt you could make it look this good if you mess it up" they tease, the light shimmering off the fresh paint. "Roddy don't..." they laugh getting ready to bolt from him if he tried to grab them. 

With a playful growl, he lunged, only to yelp in surprise as his thundering pedefalls met empty air. Whipping around, he spied them laughing form already dancing out of reach. 

"No fair outlier abilities!!" he wailed in protest, revving his engine eagerly despite the cruel tease now dangling just out of reach. 

With a cheeky grin, Rodimus gave chase"C'mere, you shiny rascal!" he hollered, field pulsing playful challenge. "Lemme love on that sexy paint...promise I'll be gentle...maybe...." Laughter follows as the two bots end up on the floor, paint smudging against both Rodimus and the floor as he pulls them into a kiss. Soft purred noises leave them as their servos run along his plating. "Roddy you're gonna ruin my paint if you haven't already" they whine loudly.

 Rodimus tumbled with them both end-over-end in a playful tumble as they kiss each other, hands caressing each other, tugging and pulling, plating clattering musically against the floor. 

"Mmm, worth it!" Rodimus crooned gleefully, His throbbing array stirred anew at the intimacy, swollen against their trembling panel. 

“your a nucence you know that” they shoot back, smeering paint across his chassis. It  only stoked Rodimus' raging desires higher. His field pulsed scorching heat, charge pooling heavy and thick between his grinding panels. 

"Sorry sweetspark - b-but you started it!" Rodimus’ servos caressed feverishly, mapping every sweet line bared only for his intimate study. Oh, how he craved making a proper mess of them. They eagerly kiss him, cupping the back of his helm, digits toying with his Audial fins. Smearing their colours across his Orange and yellow finish. "Worth having to re-paint me and probably yourself" they call out as they press against him, one leg hooking over his hip plating. 

Rodimus moaned helplessly into the ravishing kiss, fields entwining in dazzling feedback loops of molten sensory bliss. Their teasing touches along his audials sent a crackling charge racing down his spinal strut. 

"W-worth it, worth every second of it!" Rodimus coos face pressing into their neck cabling as he nips at it eagerly. His spike pressurised eagerly against his panels, a strangled gasp leaves him. thrust against their welcome form, grinding paint transferring. "J-just gotta touch you, sweetspark!" he gazed down at them eagerly.

"By Solus, make a mess o' me..." Rodimus caressed fresh smudges as if anointing sacred sacrament. "Your own fault pretty bot, making a mess of my paint" they call out leaning back onto the floor. Their optics shimmer and flicker up at him as they lay under him. "Better make it up to me Rodimus" they tease in a flirty tone, interface panel snapping open. 

"Ohh, I'll make it up to you sweetspark - promise!" Rodimus groans against their intake, grinding stained plating with delirious hunger. paint blend together so perfectly and across his own finish. Rodimus lapped ravishing kisses down their trembling frame, tracing each new colour transfer with loving glossa. His thumb teasingly rubbed circles over a still-damp seal, coaxing fresh transfluid to well eager tip.

"Gonna frag you so good," Rodimus crooned in a lovesick vow against the sensitive wires. “ then I'll paint you all over again..." whines leave them as his servos tease the seams of their interface panel. rocking into the touch as his digits tease them open, the their spike pressurises, valve leaking transfluid eagerly in response to his touches. 

His field pulsed adoring heat, optics tracking each delicious bead of fluid beading swollen node and aching valve-lips framed in smeared smears of your mingled hues. 

"Frag, lookit you..." Rodimus rasped, glossa flickering rapturously over straining spike head. His broad thumbs massaged deliciously at damp outer layer of their valve nodes, wringing muffled whimpers from their vocalizer. "Purrin' for me so sweet, so messy..." 

His own dripping spike twitched desperately, valve clenching emptily Rodimus seized swollen spikes in an eager fist, grinding his glossa desperate against their quivering node. They arch up as his mouth wraps around the spike, his Digits delving into their valve. 

desperate and sinful moans, liquid fire shot through Rodimus' circuits. His greedy mouth descended upon a straining spike like a man starved, engines roaring ravenous worship of divine steel filling his intake. His digits worked their slick valve with practised care, scissoring deliciously. 

"P-Primus, sweetspark - y-you taste incredible!" Rodimus praised raggedly around thick mouthful, He feasted like a glutton, valve fluids frothing his chin as his pacing picked up speed, Their valve eagerly clenches his digits, legs spreading wider, their paint was truly ruined at this point, smeared colours mingle on both of them and the floor. 

Rodimus moaned brokenly as their valve gripped his digits tight, the first ripples of overload shivering their eager frame. The sight of their spread thighs and ruined paint have him nearly losing control. Rodimus withdrew fingers from their quivering valve lips, surging upwards to seize swollen node between his lips. His straining spike throbbed desperately, tip already weeping transfluid. 

"Sweetspark-" Rodimus gasped in fervent prayer, optics wide and drinking Thierry ecstasy wracked face as if fuel. He moves quick gripping their hips, he aligned his pulsing spike, slowly sliding into their welcoming Valve. Once the two settle against the floor Rodimus set a punishing pace, 

Two became one beneath their riot of colours. Paint smeared frames in joining, Loud moans leave their lips as his hips meet theirs, the loud slamming of metal echoes in the room, paint smears on both of them. They pull Rodimus into another kiss. Meeting each of his thrust eagerly. "Fuck don't stop roddy don't stop" they moan, face pulling back before pressing into his shoulder plating. Legs wrapping around his hips. 

Rodimus lost himself in the madness gripping them both - their moans, tight embrace is his heaven, Rodimus pounded into them with passion, circuits alight at each slick plunge into their core, metal, silicone and carbon fibre parting in friction-scorched splendour to welcome him ever deeper. 

"Frag, your gorgeous," Rodimus praised raggedly, vents roaring out ecstasy. One final thrust, has Rodimus rutting desperately into them, their digits cling to his back struts keeping him as close as possible as overload takes them both. 

In the aftermath's bliss, Rodimus kissed them softly, both panting out deep ventilations.   Paint-smeared hands caressed away tremors, fields cradling together. They laugh as they lay on the floor under him. Pressing soft kisses to his face. "You messed my paint up" they chuckle while smearing more of it across Rodimus' face. Rodimus' faceplates scrunched adorably beneath their playful servos, nuzzling into them with soft kisses and a rumbling purr. His optics shone brighter as he gazes down at thier radiant smile, spark swelling fit to burst.  

"Worth it," Rodimus sighed blissfully, tracing gentle digits over newly combined hues dappling their gleaming plating. Lowering his helm to theirs, Rodimus vented a contented sigh, field pulsing waves of warmth and affection. "Love seein' wear your colours, sweetspark."  His thumb stroked their smiling cheek, drinking deep the intimacy and aftermath's lingering glow suffusing very wiring. Rodimus stole one final, lingering kiss. "Love you," he whispered, spark overflowing. "Till all paint fades and stars go dark." He hums against their lips. “getting sappy on me Rodimus?” They chuckle softly, cradling his faceplate. “hmm, guess I am” he purrs out softly. 

They lay there together, not caring that their paint was drying on him. “be my conjunx Endura?” he whispers softly running his servos against their face plating. “ your the only one I want, only you” he rumbles out. 

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Hi I LOVE luis and I LOVE Serennedy and I’m SO HAPPY you have asks on!!

Anyways I was laughing to myself this morning about Luis’s first words to Leon being in English. Ik it’s just for the benefit of the players of re4r BUT I like to think that he only had to take one look at blonde, thicc, gun-clad Leon and go “yeah that’s an American, better speak English” like logically that’s a Spanish man in his isolated Spanish village, so he had no other reason to NOT speak Spanish there!!! He clocked Leon so fast lolol.

That’s not really question but wanted to share my brainrot. So uhhh, read any good Serennedy fics lately?

TUMBLR DELETED MY EXTREMELY LOMG ANSWER TO THIS AND I AM S O MAD BUT YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG MASSIVE BRAIN I JUST H A D TO DRAW YOUR CONCEPT

((Also not to plug my own art or anything but my main is @wisecrackingeric-2 if you wanna see more stuff like that!!!!))

BUT OH MY GOD?? Y E S ?????????? HOW HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE HOLY CRAP Leon’s big bodacious behind and jokes aside I REALLY WISH we got to see more of Luis using Spanish in casual conversation!!!!!! Like clearly he’s both VERY fluent in English and Spanish and uses them both interchangeably but GOD I WISH WE GOT TO HEAR LIKE A FULL CONVERSATION BETWEEN HIM AND MENDEZ OR SOMETHING. Like that opening scene in seperate ways???? MUWAH. IT WAS SO COOL. ANYWAYS YOUR ACTUAL QUESTION YES I HAVE S O MANY FIC RECS I CAN GIVE YOU!!!!!

‘Nothing Fades Like The Light’ by @greasedcowboy is genuinely possibly my favourite fanfiction of all time. I’ve never had to go lay down on my bathroom floor because of a fic until this one HXNEHENDIX

‘Another Time’ by @hamartia-grander is S U C H AN INCREDIBLY WELL PACED time travel fic with the most GUT WRENCHING plot twists EVER’

‘I Carry All My Sins’ by @mooseonahunt I don’t. I don’t even wanna spoil this one. Just. Just read it totally blind

‘Loves For Show’ by @theprestigegirly Is S U C H a good fake-dating slowburn fic which is H I G H PRAISE coming from someone who usually isn’t a fan of the genre!!!!!!!! Seriously if you like beautiful wording and gorgeous depictions of raw human emotion this one’s for you!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘We’ll Be Alright’ by @ugetelynx IS SO GOOD. GOD ITS SO GOOD MAN. It’s a S U P E R unique AU and the way Lynx weaves the story and takes you along the path of these two slowly learning how to live a life with one another- MWUAH. LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS. Prepare to have your soul ripped out of your ribcage

‘Redemption Of The Guilty’ by Sylanna!!!!! Again another one where I’m like just!!!! Go read it!!!!!!!! I don’t wanna spoil it!!

‘Digital Man’ by @geddy-leesbian CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU (<- going insane pounding my fists on a wooden table)

‘Renovations’ by Gayhorrorboy IS SO CHARMING AND FULL OF GENUINE LOVE FOR THE SUBJECT AT HAND!!!!! I’ve been watching my friend work on this fic for MONTHS now and I can say with confidence it was made with so much love and care I can’t reccomend it enough!!!!

I W O U L D be tacky and add my own fics to this list but I haven’t stooped that low yet HANDHDNSJX if you’re curious though my AO3 handle is just WisecrackingEric!!!

[sereinpetrichor]

weaving on our ends | Mature | 37.6K

Author: @sara-smiling | @sereinpetrichor | serein95 on Twitter/X

Artists: @strawberrysh0rk & @hawkinsleather | hawkinsleather on Twitter/X

Beta/Sensitivity Reader: @upallnightogetloki

Summary

In the era after Vecna and (hopefully) the end of Upside Down-related chaos, Steve Harrington picks up a hobby passed to him with love and care, honoring a found family tradition.

He finds peace in the art of crocheting: making things with his hands and sharing them with those he loves. From the adults who became the parental figures he never really had, to the kids who thrust themselves into his life and will likely never leave, along with the gang of misfits he calls his friends. Especially the one who is unexpectedly stealing his heart.

With each new crocheting project, Steve shows his love for them in all the ways he knows how and slowly learns how to receive it in return.

Or, the 5 crochet projects Steve gives to everyone + the 1 project he makes just for Eddie.

Project 287 | Fic on AO3

Digital Art & Photography/Crochet:

🖼 Prologue Comic: Learning to Crochet by @strawberrysh0rk

📷🧶 Steve's First Crochet, Eddie & Sue's Dishcloths, and Erica's Scarf by @hawkinsleather

📷🧶 Eddie's Dragonscale Gauntlets and Eddie's DM Dice Bag by @hawkinsleather

🖼 The Duality of Crochet by @hawkinsleather

📷🧶 Eddie's Sweater and Eddie's Bat & Blanket-in-progress by @hawkinsleather

🖼 The Steddie Blanket by @hawkinsleather

Bonus 🖼: Buckingham in Crochet by @hawkinsleather

Fic Information

Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Side Pairings: Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Wayne Munson/Claudia Henderson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Sue Sinclair, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Erica Sinclair, Jane "El" Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, The Party, Hellfire Club, Barbara Holland

Trigger Warnings: none

Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Canon Fix-It, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Crochet, Steve Harrington Crochets, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Chronic Pain, Idiots in Love, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Are Best Friends, Steve Harrington Has Absent Parents, so the Sinclairs unofficially adopt him, Steve Harrington Deserves Love, Steve Harrington's Love Language is Gift Giving, and Gift Making, 5+1 Things, Eddie Munson Lives, Unintentional Hand Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Hand Kink, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Single Nancy Wheeler, Moving In Together, Sharing a Room, Sharing a Bed, Coming Out

[mytangledmind]

that’s the way we get by

Summary:

A good day, a good week, even several good months don’t mean shit when there is one single, tiny, random thing that catches you off guard and throws you for a loop. Doesn’t matter how good you did or how far you have come. It sneaks up on you and fucks you over.

“Don’t want ya to do this shit on your own, Ian.” Mickey says sincerely. And Ian exhales a shaky breath, gives him a small smile and scoots closer. He takes Mickey’s left hand and brings it to his chapped lips and kisses each digit slowly, caressing the rough skin with his mouth, loving the feel of cool metal when he reaches Mickey’s ring finger.

Or

A story about Ian and Mickey and how they tackle their life together on Chicago’s West Side.

Notes:

Hello everyone! :)

Sorry for the late update again. I had hoped to update sooner but life got in the way. I also had planned to put a lot more into this chapter but the scenes got longer and longer, that’s why I decided to split it up.

There is some mention of self harm throughout the chapter. Nothing too serious but I wanted to give a little heads up just to be sure.

And again, this is completely un-betaed. So please be gentle. lol

I hope you enjoy reading even though it’s a bit of a tough time for our boys. ❤️‍🩹

Also there is some new art for it already posted along with the chapter on Ao3. I will post it on here by the end of the week I guess. :3

Continue reading chapter six on Ao3 or start at the beginning with chapter one. 🫶🏻

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

Bnuuy doll (jax x ragatha)

AAAHHHHH I WILL GLADLY DO THIS ONE... LOTS OF TEXT BELOW THE CUT

"Theyre actively making eachother worse" "They can fix eachother" NO BUT THEY DEFINITELY FIX EACHOTHER. Ragatha teaches Jax to be nicer and more sympathetic while Jax teaches Ragatha how to stand up for herself more. Not to mention Jax has definitely taught her how to draw (i could talk abt this headcanon for years) and how to prank people affectively, along with Ragatha teaching him how to sew/stitch... hrggggrgghg... THEM...

Also literally. Ragatha NEVER uses her prank knowledge on anyone but jax. but now she knows how to expect his pranks and he expects hers so they have silent rivalries where they slowly build up their pranks and do worse and worse stuff to one another until it eventually ends in rather hurt/comfort cuz they took it too far and the other comforts them and apologizes profusely, or they make out. No inbetween.

"Hey check out how hard I can cry" "An actual tragedy just unfolded before me" "Kissing won't fix them but it might be funny" DO YALL REALIZE THE ANGST POTENTIAL. Some of it comes in the Digital Circus Free Welcome PackageTM like abstraction and the cellar and existential crisis and immortality and shit (for some reason it took me like 14 times to spell immortality right. i know how its spelled btw) but also. Yk. Jax is an asshole and ragathas very sweet. A bit sensitive even. And jax DEFO has shit behind those layers of rude yk??? FOR SURE hes a softie. I know it

Raggs tries to make everyone think shes okay just like Jax omfg theyre so alike i am going to smack them together like dolls -Me, watching TADC pilot for the first time

"OTP" "gently holds" "weeping" "hitting floor affectionately" "growls and bites and eats this ship" self explanatory I LOVE THIS SHIP I LOVET HIS SHIP I LOEV THIS SEHTIOSPSP

Also.

For the anon who suggested this.

I have 6 bunnydoll fics on ao3, have posted and reblogged bunnydoll art, and talk about it almost everyday

Did u just want to hear me rant kekekekeke~~

[seventeenlovesthree]

@izumikoushiroweek: Day 2 - What are your Koushirou headcanons?

I probably have way too many headcanons for him to count, so I thought I'd be talking about 12, relating to each of the other Chosen Children and his Digimon partner.

Tentomon: As implied in this art, Tentomon has to remind Koushirou to not only use his PC set-up for work at times, but to get in touch with the outside world as well, including calling his parents. They maintain having a very loving bond and Koushirou actually enjoys talking to his family, even if he has that tendency to get lost in Chosen Children duty, thus pulling way too many allnighters in his office. Tentomon helps practicing to "talk about feelings" and such and since he was always integrated in almost all of Koushirou's activities as emotional support or "personal assistant" (aside from occasionally getting back into the server realm or Digital World to "recharge"), their bond has never vanished. (Practicing also includes hugs. Tentomon loves them dearly. Koushirou does too.)

Taichi: I probably have a million different headcanons when it comes to their bond, but I think one of the things I am particularly fond of is the idea that Taichi easily picked up on Koushirou's quirks and habits over the years - and that's why he notices stuff others don't realize that quickly. He is very particular about what exact brands of oolong tea Koushirou likes, that he cannot stand coffee or doesn't take alcohol very well. They also have tons of insiders and catchphrases other people just give them weird looks over. They're basically on each other's speed dial, especially considering they're working together as adults. And, last but not least, I think Taichi would be the very first human friend who learns about Koushirou's adoption history, being incredibly supportive about it. (One time, Yuuko probably said something along the lines of "If I could, I would already have adopted Koushirou-kun into our family" and Taichi almost flipped because of the wording, but Koushirou told him it was fine, since he knew she meant it well. They both get along with each other's moms very well by the way.)

Yamato: After they returned from the Digital World for the first time, Yamato actually fulfilled his (PSP game only) promise and showed Koushirou how to cook a few easy recipes (besides how to boil the perfect egg). While Koushirou will probably never be a master cook and prefers stuff that is easy to make/get and eat - and while working -, food is actually something they occasionally bond over. They may not be as passionate about it as Mimi and Daisuke, but they'd absolutely surprise the others with their very own curry creations.

Sora: I've probably mentioned this a million times already, but in my mind, they're destined to become "fashion (and texting) buddies". Takeru - as well as Mimi or Miyako - may be a hundred times more comfortable in being experimental, but these two definitely have to figure themselves out first and foremost, breaking some gender stereotypes in the meantime and would 100% be there for each other (while moping and bonding over Taichi's and Yamato's antics). Let Sora help Koushirou to find his own personal wardrobe while he would support her in getting her designs going digitally - once the time is right.

Mimi: Since Mimi slowly but steadily becomes more acquainted with technology through the years, it shouldn't be surprising that they're becoming "calling buddies". Mimi always preferred calling over typing and since Koushirou is helping her to set up her online business, they also end up chatting for hours without end about literally everything - and they absolutely suck at ending their calls. Mimi keeps telling Koushirou to rest, but she's terrible at just saying "Bye then!". Time zone differences make this even more of an issue and it often happens that one of them just falls asleep while the other rambles.

Jyou: Gomamon and Tentomon forced them to become "coffee shop buddies". I'm not kidding. They were so fed up with them burying themselves in uni/regular work that they ended up making them have "Go outside for a change, let's grab something to eat!!!" meetings once a month (at minimum, since Gomamon was done with cooking and wanted to get treats too and Tentomon loved the idea; occasionally they pull Sora and/or Taichi with them too). Since Jyou never felt intimidated by Koushirou's intellect but knows his struggles with "keeping his mental health together", they have an easy time blowing off some steam.

Takeru: Koushirou and Takeru actually grew closer with each other during "transition years" between middle and high school. With Taichi, Yamato and Sora facing high school entrance exams and eventually leaving middle school, Koushirou was more likely to spend time after school with "the 02 squad" for a while (and the two of them and Hikari would definitely have study sessions together at this point in time). Takeru is also among those who's more skilled with computers, which is why he's easily third admin of the Chosen Children network (with Miyako being second), but also likes to ask Koushirou for advice - who happily rambles along (and they're also "meme buddies", sending each other random stuff in the middle of the night they came across and thought the other would find interesting). Takeru will also be among the first who gets to hear about his adoption history in more detail and he'll absolutely feel more attached to Koushirou because of it.

Hikari: Aside from me being convinced that he is archiving all the photos she's been taking in the Digital World for years (while also helping her to set up her own digital photobooks), one of my favourite headcanons is that Hikari's the main reason why Koushirou turned out to be "a cat person"; he has been around the Yagami residence way too many times in his life and probably thought he couldn't really "get along" with cats in general. But Miko, after having been reluctant at first, warmed up to him rather quickly after Hikari kept her around in the same room as them. So the cat would just end up resting next to him while he was typing away on his laptop. (Sometimes he watches Tentomon curling into a ball when falling asleep next to him and Koushirou cannot help but feel reminded of a cat as well and he finds it adorable.)

Daisuke: Despite Ken being the closest person to him overall, Daisuke has had a hard time talking to Koushirou for YEARS, still having a tendency of wanting to appear extra smart in front of him. It was a lot easier when Taichi, Ken or Mimi were around, he could talk normally then, but even worse when Takeru was there too, because he felt double-intimidated. Koushirou noted that behaviour, didn't get it though, so Taichi had to explain it to him in a sense of "Imagine being the new kid in football club that thinks he can't kick a ball if the ace striker is watching him", to which Koushirou just nodded. They absolutely met for a football match a few days later - and that's how Koushirou ended up in goal, Daisuke, who scored numerous goals against him, started to act a lot less tense afterwards.

Ken: Imagining a scenario in which Menoa gets redeemed (and maybe after they find a way to get their partners back), I could see Koushirou and Ken being very keen to make her realize that she should also rather invest her intellect in improving the infrastructure between the worlds instead of harbouring feelings of vengeance and bitterness... They're all smart muffins with bug babies after all. (And Koushirou would definitely be interested in figuring out why both Ken and Menoa were so prone to "getting corrupted" while he himself was mostly spared... They're not exactly prone to trauma dumping, Ken in particular struggles with it a lot, but that's another case of "once he knows Koushirou's back story, it gets easier to open up.")

Miyako: Miyako pretends that she's bothered by Chosen Children Network duty a lot, and it maaaay be a bit bothersome at times, but the truth is that she felt intimidated by all the effort Koushirou put into it. Aside from Iori, she always looked up to him as senpai the most and didn't want to appear incapable in comparison. If Koushirou didn't know he could entrust it to her, he would have given it to Takeru first, but despite her spunky, sometimes unpredictable nature, he trusted in her judgement and communicative skills from the start without a doubt.

Iori: By the start of his uni life, Iori really values the privacy of Koushirou's office to use it as study space - especially because he's getting resources there for law school he wouldn't easily get access to without spending horrendous amounts of money. And because they just enjoy each other's company, being a lot more grounded than the rest of their friends. Just like in middle school, they end up having study sessions, often joined by Takeru, but also occasionally by Ken, going through several of their study subjects - sometimes they even go for outside activities (because Koushirou is most likely not used to those anymore and needs to keep up on physical training too - when they get the opportunity, they take Jyou with them too).

[dragon-chica]

Thing relationship headcanons SFW & NSF W

Fandom: Wednesday

Entirely dedicated you. You know who you are. Eddie Munson's girl. Sorry it's short. This was not my idea 😌

Thing is very good at heartfelt and romantic gestures, you have no idea how he gets it all done but you'll come home to your room candlelit with scattered rose petals and an old poetry book on your pillow.

He gets very sappy when you trace his stitches, and will tell you the story of how he got each wound if you like.

A big conversationalist and very patient with you trying to understand him, doesn't mind repeating for you. But he does get really excited at times and goes far too fast to catch much of anything.

He likes leaving you lots of sweet letters and reminders, Thing has beautiful penmanship but often uses Wednesday's typewriter so he doesn't get ink stains.

It's no secret that Thing is extremely vain, he's utterly weak to you complimenting his healthy cuticles and soft skin. (a feat with the callouses the tips of his fingers can get.)

He only uses highly recommended skin care products and is rather stingy about them...but he's happy to share with you, his love.

Thing enjoys the intimacy of slowly working the lotion into your palms, and joining your hand with his when he's finished.

Thing is very good at massages and is always ready to help you relax after a rough day.

Manicures and gossip weekly at least, Thing always has the latest scandals going around.

He gets you both matching rings for your anniversary, they're actually family heirlooms that had been passed to him while he still had more pieces.

In the occasions where he is sliced, or stabbed, or broken, he loves you fretting over him. Will oversell his injuries for more attention.

He likes watching movies with you, especially his favorite romance flicks and period dramas, and holding hands with you.

He's extremely good at painting nails (besides all hand care), and even dabbles in nail art after spending time with Enid, he preens when you tell him no nail salon will ever compare to his work.

Thing is very good at comforting you, even if he is just a hand on your shoulder. He will wipe away your tears and do his best to remedy your problems once you're fallen asleep.

Very early on Thing knows that you're the one and wants you to meet the rest of his family, is a comforting presence sat on your shoulder the whole visit and Gomez and Morticia love you, they think you're perfect for him.

Unsurprisingly, Thing is very good at fingering as he is impressively fast and dexterous for a severed hand.

He also keeps his nails trimmed and well cared for.

Not at all to forget how well he is at handjobs, he knows exactly when and where to squeeze to make sure you're pleased with his work.

With unknown age, Thing has dabbled quite a bit over the years and is very well versed in making the most of his abilities. Much of his experience did come after the loss of his body after all.

Thing also likes putting his fingers in your mouth, or better yet, when you lick and suck on his digits.

You also have full permission to use him how you like, bending his fingers how you like, a service hand and very pliable.

Also likes holding your hand while you get off if he's not assisting, will rub his thumb across yours tenderly.

To really get Thing worked up, teasingly trace your finger along his knuckles then thread your fingers with his and flip him over roughly.

Though a bullet vibrator works too, quickly scritching the center of Thing's palm until he's writhing, he will give one full-hand spasm and go limp with a little shudder.

He's very good with aftercare, will bring you anything you need and help you clean up while you just lay back and catch your breath.

[theshimadaslovers]

IBA - INSPIRED BY ART

(HANZO X FEM!YOU)

I Care About Him

(IBA from: @azu21 - Thank you darling for the idea, I hope you like it! ~)

Summary:You're a new agent of overwatch, it has been good five months since you arrived, picked by finger by the only ones Jack Morrison and Vivian Soujourn. With the time, you notice a man that is always walking with Genji, but far away from him... He was lonely and quite. It bothers you, you knew something.

(artist: couldn't find it, sorry :-:)

*Ana Amari is sitting in her desk in her room, reading some old papers about the null sector and Talon, she heard a knock, without taking her attention, she said... *

Ana- Come in...

You *slowly open* Ana...? Are you busy?

Ana- *Look at you and smile* Hi, darling, how are you? Come! Tak a sit, I'm just reading some old files.

You - Okay... *go to her desk sitting in front of her* I want to ask you about this man... The one who always walk with Genji.

Ana- Hanzo? *chuckles* Why you don't talk to him?

You- I want to, you know that I want to know everyone better in overwatch...

Ana- But?

You- He seems... Not really social...?

Ana- *sighs* He pass through hard times. He's a gentle man, smart and talented, but... Is very hard for him to get together with the rest.

You - Is that because of something?

Ana- You know why Genji is half robot?

You- No...

Ana- Hanzo was forced to do that with him, manipulated. They're brothers, y/n.

You- Wha...?! *suprised* He...! He did that with his own brother?!

Ana- Forced to. Genji forgive him, but Hanzo still needs to forgive himself. Imagine, have to grown up only obeying, no mother and no childhood, only to be the next Shimada's leader, have your own father murdered and later, be forced to kill your own brother. Genji told us his story, we embrace Hanzo here to he understand that he can be forgive.

You- Oh... That's why he is always with Genji.

Ana- He is a broken man, y/n, we can't imagine his pain and still lives on the past. You should try to talk to him.

You- Something about him makes me care about... I... Feel something so sad about him.

Ana- *chuckles* You really have the gift, don't you?

*Later in the corridor, you were walking to find Jack about the new mission that would be in a few weeks. You spot Hanzo coming in your direction in small steps while reading something in a digital tablet, he pass by you and you turn around*

You- Hi, Hanzo!

Hanzo- Hm? *He turned surprised* Oh, hello... Can I help you?

You- Just want to ask how are you doing *smirk*

Hanzo- I'm good... Thank you *he seems a little confused* You... Are the new agent, right?

You- Yeah, it's me. By the way, have you seen Jack somewhere? I can't find him, i need to ask something about the mission.

Hanzo- I can try to help you...

You- He didn't told me with who I'm going to be with, my duo.

Hanzo- Ah... It's actually me.

You- What? Really? *chuckles* Lucky me! ~ thanks! See you later! *you turn around walking away*

Hanzo- Lucky...? *smirk*

Genji- Brother! *appears at the corridor walking in his direction* Do you know you're duo?

Hanzo- Yes, I just talk to her, actually.

Genji- Heeer... ~ Hmmm hehehe! *Give him a slap on his arm* I know who is it!

Hanzo- *smile* You check the files again, don't you?

Genji- No, Ana told me earlier. Didn't need to. So! Y/n, right?

Hanzo- Yes.

Genji- You lucky bastard! *laughs* She's the nicest.

Hanzo- She looks to young...

Genji- What?

Hanzo- I don't know if I can get along with such a young girl.

Genji- Young... How young you think she's?

Hanzo- Like... 17?

Genji- *laughs* She have my age!

Hanzo- What?! She looks so... 16 or 17.

Genji- Don't be nervous in stay around her, she's nice, smart, mature... Pretty and sexy...

Hanzo- *sighs*... Genji, I'm not going to date anyone. Or fall in love.

Genji- You suck.

*At the reunion room*

Jack- *walking in front of a huge screen* Everybody read the file, I believe. We detect a signal not far away, from Null Sector, is coming from the north, we believe that they may having a hidden base somewhere, we'll let 5 duos in the territory to find where this signal is coming from. The rest of us will be in touch far and near...

Soujourn - Is not the first time that we detect this signal from the north... We need to act now and figure it out.

Cass- Captain, today I have a mission with the Shimada's bros here in five hours, is there any update?

Soujourn- It will be sent it to your system's in a few minutes.

Hanzo- It has being sent it... *reading the file on the tablet*

Soujourn- Well... I would like to send y/n together for her abilities to this mission, but we need you for this one Cassidy.

Cass- No problem, ma'am *smirk* So the Hashimotos are making a mess in Kanezaka again.

Genji- Kiriko and tracer is there has being two weeks, we need to act.

Hanzo- The updates are not good... Captain, by any chance, can we go earlier?

Soujourn- Yes, any time. The ship is ready.

*outside the room, after the reunion, you walk to Hanzo talking to Cassidy about the mission. Cassidy notice you coming and finish his conversation with Hanzo walking away*

You- Hey, partner.

Hanzo- *he turns and smirk* Hello.

You- I came to wish you lucky *Give him little taps on his arm* I'll be waiting for you! Hope we can get along easily ~

Hanzo- Yes, me too *smiles and hear someone calling* Oh, I have to go! It was great to meet you! *he walk fast going to the ship*

You- *take deep breath* Why I'm so worry?

Ana- You two make a great duo~

You- *little jumpscare* Jesus, Ana...great duo? Really? *smile*

Ana- Yes, I mean in many ways... Romantically...

You- *blush* Ana! I barely know this man!

Ana- I know what I'm saying *chuckles* I know you both very well~ *walk away laughing*

*in the ship*

Hanzo- *looking at the updates again*...

Cass- Hey, partner... *Look at him reading* You're a really systematic with missions, aren't ya?

Hanzo- I'm worry about Kiriko and her mother... I hope both are safe.

Cass- Doesn't she hates you?

Hanzo- *Look at him* Who? Kiriko? *sighs* Yes, but... I don't hate her, she's my sister.

Cass- He got some big family issues... *whispers* Well! I've heard from a sparrow that you're in a duo with my sweet pumpkin y/n.

Hanzo- Sweet... Pumpkin? You're dating her?

Cass- Nope, but I wish! *laughs* You're lucky.

Hanzo- *laughs* Is she that amazing?

Cass- The sparrow said that you'll not fall in love, never. She'll make you change your mind. She's cute, sexy, funny, everything good in one woman. Do you have any type of woman, archer?

Hanzo- *chuckles feeling shy* N-no, I do not... I... I'm focusing on the mission, actually.

Cass- No type of woman? *chuckles* Come on, big man! You're handsome and smart! Women loooves that! You should try to live again this type of things.

Genji- PS; He's a virgin.

Jack- *holding laugh* Oh fuck...!

Hanzo- *take a deep breath closing his eyes* So... This is the sparrow.

Cass- *Still looking at him* How the fuck is this man virgin?! *Look at Genji* I though he had a lot of women!

Hanzo- *hide his face behind the tablet*...!! No! I did not had a single woman...! And it's ok! *take a deep breath blushing* There's nothing wrong in be virgen.

Cass-... *go back to Hanzo* So you... Play?

Hanzo- What?

Genji - HAHAA!

Jack- Leave the man alone, Cassidy! *laughing*

Cass- I have to know! He's weird! So... Hanzo... Do you like...? *make movements of masturbation*

Hanzo- *blushing* Ca...! Can you stop?!!

Cass- Yes or no!

Hanzo- I won't answer! This is absur...!

Cass- YES OR NO 3 2 1!

Hanzo- YES OF COURSE!

Genji- HAHAA HAHAHA...!!! *Inhales* I'm dying!!

Hanzo- Shut up, Genji!

Cass- Everybody does, Hanzo, you dumb *slap his head laughing* This is ain't a tabu anymore or a dirty secret. Y/n will be your first.

Hanzo- Can't you stop?! *super shy~ super shy~*

*a week later, they came back*

You- *find Reinhardt* Rein!

Rein- *hold a mug of coffee and smile* Oh! Haha! Hello, my friend!

You- They came back from the mission, right? Hanzo, Cassidy...

Rein- Yes! I only saw Hanzo going to the infirmary, all hurt! The doctors are not here today, but he said that he knows what to do.

You- He's hurt? I'll check him! Thanks!

*Getting into the infirmary, you saw Hanzo bandaging himself in the middle of the room, his top body of full naked and you could notice his wounds o his back, arms and face. He notices you and look over his shoulder*

Hanzo- Oh, hello *he turns to you finishing to bandage his arm* Something happened?

You- *look at him up and down worried* I should be asking you that...

Hanzo- Ah this? *he chuckles looking at his bruises* I had to fight with the gang, Kiriko was... *he realizes you ere worried with him, making him confused* I...I had to beat up some bad guys, that's all.

You- I guess they beat you up back *you walk to him holding the bandage on his hands* Let me help you.

Hanzo- But I win...! *you turn him back to look at the bruises on his back, but he felt a awful pain in the ribs, but didn't let you notice* I...won, i'm ok.

You- Yeah, but still got bruises and did you break something? It seems like you can't keep your back straight *starts to touch his torso trying to find something, but when you press both side of the ribs...*

Hanzo- ARGH...! *he hold your hands* Sorry...! *he let it go*

You- How many ribs?

Hanzo- Maybe...three? *laugh nervously* You don't need to worry, I'm...! *you go find something like a pain ointment* I...what are you doing?

You- Got it *you go back to him with a cream* You should lie down.

Hanzo- Actually, I prefer like that... *you start to carefully put the cream in the hematomes and ribs area* ... you got soft hands for that.

You- I don't want you to feel more pain. *sighs still worried*

Hanzo- You barely know me, why helping?

you- First, you're my partner now, second, you're hurt. Aren't we friends?

Hanzo- Friends...? *he smirk* I guess we are.

*you bandage all his torso and stand in front of him looking at his face bruises*

You- They are mean in hurt such a pretty face... *you hold it getting in your tip toes*

Hanzo- *blush noticing how close you were* It's not hurting anymore...

You- Can you try to sit down? *you make a puppy face*

Hanzo- Why she wants to take care of me so bad...?

*he sigh and pick up a chair having difficult to sit under the ribs pain, but he do it for you. You stand pretty close, between his legs, what makes him completly nervous and shy, you make him look up to you while you also pass some pain cream on the hematomas*

Hanzo- *swallow dry looking away*

You- Is something hurting in your face? Nose? apple cheek? Something?

Hanzo- Just the cut in mu lips... *he said shyly*

You- Oh, didn't notice that... let me see. *you gently hold his face looking at the cut* Is not that bad.

Hanzo- So awkward... but I can't lie, is good to be taken care of by someone like her.

You- Maybe... *she step away getting a clean cloth and going to the sink soaking a little bit* Just a cleaning... *you go back to him, holding his face with one hand and the other cleaning the wound*

Hanzo- *his eyes get stucked in you for a while* Are you a nurse?

You- *laughs* No, I'm not...why?

Hanzo- *smile* Wanna be my nurse?

You- *look at him in surprise and laugh shyly* What? Why's that?

Hanzo- I don't really trust someone to take care of my wounds... but, you're good.

You- You like my profissionalism?

Hanzo- Yes, I do *chuckles* Should've know her before...

You- What is he doing? *you hold a smile* He keep looking at me...

Hanzo- Ah... I've heard that Cassidy calls you "pumpkin"...do you have something with him?

You- *chuckles* No, we don't... he may feel something, but he's like a big brother to me.

Hanzo- Right...*smirk* Aaah...As a partner, wanna drink something later?

You- Not before you heal *gave him little taps on his cheek and wawlking away*

Hanzo- Not alcohol...maybe a coffee.

You- *smirk and looking at him* Well...but you have to lie down.

Hanzo- Whatever my nurse says, I'll do it *smile*

You- Stop~ *you laugh shyly putting the cloth in the sink* Wanna help to stand up?

Hanzo- Yes, please.

*You go to him letting him put his arm under your shoulders, you wrap one arm around his torso trying not to touch the ribs area and he gets up in pain*

Hanzo- Aw...! *he growls feeling a strong twinge lefting all his weight on you*

You- Oh shit...! Wait! *You felt your legs failing* You're heavy! *Start to push him with you to the infirmary stretcher* Ok! Try to support yourself here!

Hanzo- I'm so sorry…! Oh…! *He lose his balance and tries not to make you fall to the ground, so he pull you aside let you fell in the stretcher while he was on top with his hands supported on the stretcher looking straight to your face in shook* So sorry! *he blush*

You- *suprised* Well...I didn't fell to the ground, thanks... *blush*

Soujourn- Hanzo, are you go...*she enters the infermary seeing the awkward scene* Ok...what the hell is happening? *she hold her smile*

Hanzo- Vivian! I...! *tries to get up but feels the pain* Dammit!

You- Captain! Can you help me with him, please? He got some broken ribs.

Soujourn- Ok *chuckles picking up Hanzo and he sat on the stretcher* You don't need to make a excuse for the situation, y/n.

You- Wha..? No! No no no! *laughs nervously* It was a accident!

Soujourn- Haha! Accident? Pretty soap opera scene to be a accident! *chuckles* No need to hide...everyone knows already.

Hanzo and you- What?

Soujourn- What what? *smirk* You two have a...connection. Specially Hanzo! Genji told everyone that you always looked at y/n.

You- He wha...? *blush and look at him*

Hanzo- I...! I-I! No! *lauhging nervously* Is not like that! I ju-just...!

Soujourn- And he said that you're a awful liar. *cross her arms and smile, he shut up looking to the ground completly blush* I'm just saying this to let you guys know that we let those thingd happen between co-workers. Love is never a fault, there's no need to hide from us.

You- Bu-but...*swallow dry* Yeah...ok. *look away*

Soujourn- Hanzo, I need you to rest and heal your ribs, I'll let y/n supervise you *wink and smile stepping out of the room*

*A awkward silence*

You-... *take a deep breath* So...

Hanzo- I'm sorry.

You- For what?

Hanzo- Look at you like a damn stalker... *hide his face on his hands*

You- Oh no... no no, there's no need to apologize...*smirk* Is kind cute.

Hanzo- What? *look at you*

You- Depends in wich way you're looking at me. How do you see me?

Hanzo- *swallowed dry, he could not lie or pretend this time* Well...Always sees you as a beautiful attractive woman, smart, independent, strong... *take a deep breath* I promised to myself to never felt attracted by someone. But...you appeared! *laugh nervously* Is...kind funny.

You- *smirk and blush* ...coffee later?

Hanzo- *surprised and smile shyly looking away* Aaah...yeah, sure.

(artist: couldn't find it eaither, pinterest dosent help me :-:)

If anyone wants a part 2, comment down belooow~

[threepandas]

ANOTHER~: YANDERE!AFO

(But first! Art link! I found the edited version. The ORIGINAL is better VVV)

OKAY, SO...

As I mentioned on my LAST Yandere!Afo? The person Afo most wants to fuck? Is HIMSELF. But NOT as his own equal. God, No. He'd kill that treacherous, no doubt attempting to usurp him, snake in the grass IMMEDIATELY. He's an awful and untrustworthy WRETCH. He would know.

No, no, the man AfO MOST wants to fuck?

Is a slightly to moderately YOUNGER version of himself.

Someone WEAKER. Someone he can OVERPOWER. Watch as they struggle helplessly in his grip. He wants a GAME. To watch them LOSE. See the realization in their eyes, that they've been outmatched all along. Played. That their stubborn pride means NOTHING before him.

He loves himself. Is OBSESSED with himself. But at the same time? Wants to break that other self down and make him? Helpless, pathetic, and dirty.

Submit to him.

Refuse him.

Show him your RAGE.

And? We can argue all day, about whether he is heterosexual, homosexuality, bi or pansexual. A raging narcissist (he is). If he's Ace as FUCK. But? For the purpose of THIS post and prompt? I am commenting upon his boner for himself. His Selfcest aspect. So we're all going to go with it.

He? Wants to Fuck This Man:

This one right here. Biiiiiit older of course, as this is baby faced Teen AfO. But? Twink AfO. Early-mid-late Twenties lookin, "I think I'm an adult but am wildly unprepared to handle the manipulations of a Seasoned Adult" baby faced, arrogant lil shit. Proud and sneering. Disdainful.

THATS the one he wants to slam full force, with super strength, not just down ONTO a flat surface, but THROUGH and right into the ground until it CRATERS. Hold him down by the NECK and choke him slowly as he takes his time. Make him watch as he destroys his precious little suit, his put together appearance, do as he pleases.

See the FURY in his eyes. The hatred. The kindling, obsessive, need for REVENGE.

You have NO idea how many times he's gotten off on that fantasy. Idly kept an eye out for Time and Reality Hopping Quirks. There is, after all, only so much relief quirks and his own touch can provide, in the end. He IS but a man. Even he gets... frustrated.

But? As they say? Every human on earth supposedly has 7 doppelgangers. Especially when you don't FUCKIN DIE. It was bound to happen EVENTUALLY. The right combination of genetics and Quirks. Lightning striking once again.

Perhaps they are distantly related through his mother's unknown family. Perhaps his father's. Impossible to tell. The traits were obviously VERY recessive. But? White hair, familiar eyes. A... "copy" quirk.

The young man is LYING.

Unlike himself, the younger man requires all five fingers touching. A variation of his own. Dressed sharply, he is a vicious lawyer. One with a preference for the poor, discriminated, underclasses. Those with DANGEROUS Quirks. Useful ones.

He greets everyone with a firm, American style, handshake.

AfO is ENTRACED. How many HUNDREDS must he have by now? A net, thrown to collect indiscriminately, until something useful appears? Does he piece them together? The weaker quirks? CAN he? Like AfO? Can only take or can he give as well? But, ah, why SHOULD he?

A little demon prince, pretending to be the benevolent hero. The white knight on shining steed. Here to save the day. How GREATFUL they all are! Afo laughs and laughs. Oh, how it takes him back.

And? They never see him coming. How could they? He is a ghost of a shadow, hidden in the dark. They think they are unique! Their own special brand of predator. Unaware there is something bigger, meaner, hunting THEM.

I imagine AfO has ALOT of fun.

But! That's for part two!

[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 15

Words: Just over 1k Warning: Spoilers for Bad Batch Season 1, a bit of suspense. Pairing: Echo/Medic Reader Pronouns: She/Her A/N: Sorry for the long wait, got a little sidetracked with other projects outside of writing (digital art & cross stitching)

The war was coming to a close, no one could deny it. The senators who fought in the senate knew the end was drawing nearer, although none could say for sure what if it was they could sense coming to an end. All they could say for sure was the unexplainable feeling of dread and impending doom, lingering in the air. The Jedi too had felt it, along with the harsh judgment cast upon them by the very people they had fought to protect. The judgment that now branded them as much of enemies as the Separatists they fought against. The judgment that called them bloodthirsty warmongers. 

In the months since Echo had been rescued by the daring Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker, his loyal Captain Rex, and the Enhanced Commando unit collectively known as The Bad Batch. A fair bit had changed. Echo had made the decision to join the Bad Batch, going on missions and adventures with them across the galaxy, slowly accepting the truth he'd tried so hard to deny, he wasn't the same Arc Trooper he once was, although still an asset, he was more machine than clone now. 

But his decision to join the Bad Batch had come at a price. He had to leave (Y/N) behind. She was assigned to the 501st and would remain with them until she was either reassigned or the war ended. With Kix going MIA, Snap was the only medic the boys in blue had, the only one they trusted enough to attend to their wounds and open up to about the brutality of the war. She was a trusted and loyal friend to every clone she met, in return, they treated her as if she was one of their own, as Cody put it, she had an army of protective brothers. 

At first, Echo had been reluctant to leave (Y/N) behind, during his quiet moments aboard the Marauder, her thoughts would drift to her and the concern she would feel abandoned by him grew in power. He'd forget about the conversations he had with her while recovering from his traumatic experience as a prisoner of war, he'd forgotten the advice Snap had given him while offering encouragement. Telling him to find his place and himself, encouraging him to put himself first instead of everyone else. 

"Still thinking about her?" asked Hunter, noticing Echo had been staring off into hyperspace for quite some time now. The blue and white swirls reflected in his pale eyes. The assignment to Kaller was minor compared to the majority of troopers reassigned to Coruscant, General Grevious' attack there seemingly shook everyone, even more so when the droid commander had managed to gain access to one of the more secure buildings on the planet and kidnap the Chancellor. 

"She has that effect" replied Echo, suspecting Snap would have been reassigned to Coruscant along with the rest of the 501st. He had little doubt she would have been sent back to the military base, prepared to do her duty as a well-trained and tested medic. "I feel guilty for leaving her behind again. The last time I promised her I would be back, I ended up a prisoner and weapon for years" admitted the Arc Trooper, although he refused to word his other concerns, that it would be her taken from him if something was to go arie this time. After all in recent weeks, the civvi medics and other personnel had been targets of attacks, medics more than others. 

"(Y/N) is a fighter, I do not envy those who believe it wise to target her" voiced Tech, not lifting his eyes from the datapad he tapped away at. "My research suggests her last known location was on Coruscant, give me a few more minutes and I should have an exact location" he added, only receiving a hum from Crosshair, he and Hunter were the only ones to really notice Tech like many had become fond of Snap, often keeping an eye on her whereabouts over the time since building a friendship.  

"The 104th, 212th, and 501st's are with her. What could go wrong?" questioned Wrecker, all knew Octavius was a constant thorn but had thrust far been easily deterred, as had Isolde, who spent the majority of her time trying to regain Octavius' attention, especially when she realized he had put it back on to her younger sister. If Isolde wasn't trying to get Octavius back, then she was making a poor attempt at her job, which normally ensured the Jedi were updated on any changes, should anything have changed during the short and normally uneventful trip from the temple to the military base. More often than not it appeared Isolde was sabotaging the Jedi she was supposed to keep informed, a few times her stupidity had been mistaken for terrorist acts. 

The moment the elite unit landed on Kaller, the focus became the mission at hand. Echo forced the thoughts of (Y/N) to the back of his mind, promising himself he would return to them later. For now, he had to keep his mind on the here and now and ensure Jedi Master Depa Billada and her Padawan Caleb Dume had the support they needed, even if they didn't have the backup requested. 

The job was simple enough, provide aid to allow the occupation to continue with as little as possible. If need be settle the hostile residents of the planet, who had plainly stated they didn't see a difference between the Separatist Occupation and that of the Republic, both had caused destruction and brought war with them. At the top of a snowy peak, the five soldiers were met by Caleb Dume, who seemed surprised by there only being five, it being clear he and likely his master had expected an attack battalion rather than the enhanced squad. 

The battle had been easy enough, a standard mission. Hunter and Crosshair had assessed the enemy forces, with the sergeant deciding on the plan to use. By the time the skirmish was over, Wrecker had another battle droid over his shoulders and Crosshair was nudging some scattered across the battlefield if only to ensure they were deactivated. Hunter had gone over to General and those hiding with her, Tech and Echo following behind, with the former still trying to access seemingly locked files. 

Everything had been as it should be, a regular assignment with an easy solution to it. Everything was normal until it wasn't. When one order came through and continued to repeat. 

Execute Order 66. 

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