#mm: answered

[missmonsters2]

Heya, i was wondering if i could ask a question about Under the light/you found me?

I'm assuming after under the light yn started her physio again and got better since it seemed she didn't have a limp. But I was wondering if it left any permanent scars? As I was wondering after their first time having sex after the break, wanda might have asked about it while they were in bed? Or when yn was undressed at some point had her back to wanda, she noticed the scars and delicately touched them?

I'd like to think she def had yns body memorised so seeing all the new marks made her want to etch them into her mind. But she also felt guilty, not being there in her time of need (even tho yn didn't want her to see anyway).

So yeah I was just curious whether wanda talked or focused her touch of them after she made love to yn?

Under the Light || You Found Me

Hiii!! This is a mix between explaning and partially written behind the scenes!!

Yes, Reader finished her weekly physio in california and keeps up with her regular stretches and exercises to prevent her legs from getting bad. She still goes to physio monthly.

As for scars, there are definitely some on her legs. Particularly, there's one that starts mid-calf and goes up her thigh to her hip. It's completely healed over but the the scar healed as whatever lighter skin-tonned raised bump.

Reader typically never feels self-conscious about it, but the way Wanda gazes upon her skin, her fingers tracing over the scar can make Reader feel slightly uncomfortable in an insecure way.

"I love you. You're beautiful. You're mine and I'm yours." Is all Wanda ever says when she notices you're uncomfortable.

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They've talked about it a few times late at night when the world is sleeping but they're just basking in each other's presence in bed. The sheets rest just below their shoulders.

"I don't know," you say quietly. "I don't hate the scars, per se. I don't love them either. They're a reminder that I survived." The implied words that your best friend didn't hung in the silence.

Wanda nods because she feels the same way. "I understand. I feel the same way. Not because I think they're gruesome or anything. I love them because they are a reminder you survived and I'm so, so thankful. But they're also a reminder that I was a bad girlfriend—that I was a coward and neglected to notice."

You brush a stray strand of hair behind Wanda's ear.

"I think the way you look and touch them every day has more than made up for it."

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There are times when you are in a mood, one that can't quite be explained.

It's your own fault really. Sometimes you neglect your daily streches and miss your monthly physio appointments.

Your legs hurt and you're cranky, and you just don't want Wanda to know.

"Why do you insist on hiding it from me?" Wanda scowls at you.

"Why are you always in my business?" you scowl at her back.

Wanda doesn't engage further, knowing that it'll only lead down to a horrid fight with you that ends up with the two of you feeling guilty.

"Lay down on the couch," Wanda jerks her head towards the couch and walks off to grab some icy-hot lotion.

"It's fin—"

"JUST LAY DOWN!" Wanda yells from the kitchen and you purse your lips before doing as she says.

"Just lay down," you mockingly whisper to yourself as you lay on your stomach.

Wanda comes with the lotion and hovers of you. She debates taking off your shorts but decides to leave it be since they're short enough.

Once Wanda's hands start working in slow motions, massaging your calf and slowly making her way up, and the lotion slowly warming up your muslces, you relax.

It's only about 10 minutes into the massage that you turn your head and watch Wanda's focused face but her eyes filled with concern and love that guilt wracks you.

"Sorry," you mumble. "Thank you."

Wanda eyes merely moves to look at you while she continues working. She looks back at your legs, her eyes trailing the long rasied scar. "I love you. You're beautiful. You're mine and I'm yours."

[whump-in-the-closet]

Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

[lucabyte]

Not all who wander are lost. Some who wander, however, are extremely, extremely lost.

[time-slink]

i miss etho vault hunters so bad

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Can I please request some headcanons for Matt & Frank with a genderneutral reader who makes really suggestive or outright outrageously sexual jokes once they get into a relationship, but it's soon very clear that they have never even kissed anyone, let alone had sex before? Imagine they just get really flustered when Matt/Frank shows any sexual interest back at them. They're always leaning in for more despite their anxiety and inexperience.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, my dear!

Matt

Matt would not only understand this but I think he would also find this SO endearing

Because this is so matt-coded. Matt is overwhelmingly flirty and charming and the minute someone he has feelings for flirts back he is such an utter dork about it. i love him

so I think he would absolutely catch you off guard. He'd be flirting and making comments CONSTANTLY until he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out

As your very new relationship begins to progress, he'd notice that you always get antsy if he gets too forward with you. You have no problem dishing it out, but you can't quite take it.

I think he'd get a bit self-conscious, thinking it was him who was making you uncomfortable, until you finally came clean.

"I've never...Matt, I've never done anything before. I've never even kissed someone, let alone..."

His behavior would definitely change. He'd be much more focused on your comfort and taking things slowly. He'd start with kissing, letting you tell him what you liked and didn't like, absolutely encouraging you to lead the way.

And your first night together would be romantic and thoroughly planned out. He would make you feel like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Frank

Frank, on the other hand, would be sitting you down IMMEDIATELY

Sure, he'd allow the banter and throw a few jokes back, but if you two hit it off and you suddenly closed up? Alarms would be going off in his head.

His primary concern, as always, is your safety. He's letting you know that there are no hard feeling if you aren't interested and that he doesn't expect anything from you.

You're quick to reassure him, telling him that it's not that he scares you, it's that he's the first person you've ever been with.

He's momentarily stunned. Not only did someone as wonderful as you have feelings for him, but you trusted him enough to make him your first ever relationship? He can't fathom it.

After he comes to terms with the explanation (which wouldn't take long), he is setting STRICT ground rules. You are in charge of everything. He is open to whatever you're comfortable with, but you have to let him know what you want/need.

Much like Matt, he'd take things slow and make sure you felt loved. As if you could feel anything but cherished with him.

[amphibizzy]

at soup.

[pumpkinpenguin]

i'll post these while i wait for my mc launcher to update

also to that one person with a sideswipe pfp who got rlly excited the first time i did my tmnt x transformers doodles that first one is for u specifically

also had to sneak in a sketch for tdtwb by @saladmix bc i never miss an opportunity to promote that fic

[copyexe]

Sorry I just think he deserves a burger. I am very emotional about this.

Don’t apologize ! Here you go, my friend.

I had an old drawing of him eating a burger from a month or so ago, but lost access to it. So! A new one!

Edit: I found it !

[realwildernessbaby]

... can i request some nsfw for melissa hat. with shauna or reader i don't even care just use this as your free pass to write literally anything with melissa i can not think of anything specific. thank you

��─¸.☆ PERV

a/n: not proofread so...

warnings: swearing, masturbation smut, oral (m!receiving), fingering m!receiving)

pairings: melissa hat x reader

It started with little things. she noticed the way your hands gripped the fresh red meat as you cut it. or the way you kneeled down to start a fire, your fingers wrapped around the sticks in a practiced manor as you struck them together. she saw it all. that quiet blonde girl who seemed as if she had nothing but innocent thoughts behind her glassy cerulean eyes was actually struggling to breathe every single time you walked by.

it became obvious to her few close wilderness friends. immediately after every small interaction the two of you had, she was racing back to her hut, a wave of fiery heat washed over her face. another one of those interactions occurred today.

“oh my god”

gen snickered as she leaned into akilah’s side, watching melissa scurry away to the comfort of her wood hut.

“jeez… is she okay?”

akilah whispers, sounding genuinely concerned to which gen laughs and shakes her head. gen’s demeanor is completely opposite to melissa’s, who at this point in time is pacing back and forth in her hut, tugging at the loose stitches on the hem of her muscle tank. it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the heat building between her thighs, which you are completely oblivious to as you carry out your daily chores.

after a long internal battle, melissa closes the drapes to her hut door, and sits awkwardly on her makeshift bed. she shoves her hands quickly down her boyshorts, applying pressure to her clit over the fabric of her panties the way she believes you would. ‘i’m not weird, i’m not weird, i’m not weird’ she repeats to herself like a motto as she imagines your fingers between her thighs.

once you finish up your daily chores you skip over to nat.

“anything else?”

nat looks up from her lap, twiddling her thumbs. she awkwardly meets your gaze, her voice coming about a bit raspy. you assume it’s from stress.

“yeah, um… would you mind checking on melissa? gen said something about her not feeling well?”

she says, in a skeptical tone.

“it’s getting dark, almost time for dinner and uh… she needs to set the table.”

she continues, to which you nod and agree. the trip to melissa and gen’s shared hut is a familiar one. you typically wake melissa up to start chores for the day as she sleeps in later than anyone else. she’s probably staying up late, but why?... whatever. you hear the sound of fabric rustling as you step up to the hut, awkwardly knocking on the wood. a surprised gasp is faintly heard from the inside of her hut.

“hey… you feelin’ okay? nat wanted me to check on you, so…”

you yell awkwardly through the barrier between the two of you. you infer that melissa quickly gets up due to the racket you hear, a strange thing for someone who’s “sick” to do.

“um. i’m fine.”

melissa blurts out quickly. that doesn’t sound like the truth.

“are you sure? i’m coming in.”

you push the drapes to the side and step into her hut, watching as melissa quickly sits up against the wall, almost instinctively shoving her right hand into her pocket. she appears a bit messy. her wavy blonde hair is disheveled, her shirt slightly riding up to reveal her toned abdomen which your eyes trail over for a little too long. you inadvertently take your lower lip between your teeth at the sight. it’s subtle, but just obvious enough for melissa to notice and quickly divert her gaze, her heart thrumming in her chest.

in this moment, it became obvious to you what you did to her. the way she pushed her legs together, subconsciously held her breath, and fidgeted with her hands. she was whipped for you. so, what do you do? oh, you’re gonna play along.

“you don’t seem too good. here… lemme check if you have a fever.”

melissa visibly tensed up at this idea, her eyes wide and glued to your body as you lowered yourself to your knees and crawled over to her. you sat with your legs folded beneath you next to her, leaning over her body and placing the back of your hand on her forehead. she shivered under your touch, seemingly unused to this kind of contact.

“mm… you’re hot.”

a complete lie. you were unable to feel a fever. but the words got such a sweet reaction out of her, it made a chuckle slip past your lips. that got to her. 

“wow… your face is so red, too. you must be really sick, huh?”

a nervous whine escaped melissa. you lean in closer.

“what are you?...”

she breathed out, her voice quivering.

“taking care of you.”

you whisper through a smirk, before smashing your lips against hers. melissa freezes like a deer in headlights, before easing into the sensation as you add movement. your lips move against each others in a natural rhythm as if it wasn’t the first time. you position yourself over her in a quick movement, your hips straddling hers, and your arms caging her under your body. she was completely trapped, yet relishing in the sensation of it. you add your tongue into the mix, flicking it out and tracing along her bottom lip, as if begging for an entrance, to which she eagerly gives you. the second melissa parts her lips, a moan leaves your throat and enters hers. in return, she gives you her tongue, which you greedily take. it’s slick with spit as it dances with yours, lewd wet noises filling the air.

you break apart for a second to look down at her, the two of you panting together.

“fuck…”

the curse leaves her mouth, almost whispered. you move your hands up under her shirt, tantalizingly trailing your short nails up the bare skin of her stomach. this sends an intense shiver down her spine like a lightning bolt, so strong you can feel the girl shake beneath you.

you push the shirt up over her head in a swift motion, leaving her in her sports bra and shorts. your lips press into her neck, leaving subtle nibbles every few kisses. 

“i know how you feel about me… what you’ve been doing.”

melissa’s breath hitches in her throat at your claims, the sudden interrogation making her nervous, yet intrigued.

“how do you do it? desperately rub yourself in circles? push your fingers into you imagining they’re mine?… maybe you’ve been stealing my clothes to grind onto.”

melissa whines nervously, stammering.

“i…”

she trails off, to which you chuckle, your sloppy open mouthed kisses moving from her neck to her chest.

“all of the above, perhaps?”

and without a warning, you feel up her chest, eliciting a moan from the nervous blonde. you rule out the possibility taking your time, quickly pulling her sports bra up over her head and discarding it somewhere in the hut.

“such a pretty girl…”

she whined at your comment as you smirk down at her body, taking in her features. her soft breasts, hardened nipples, nervous goosebumps visible all over her glistening pale skin. you ate up every inch of her body with your eyes. 

“don’t say that…”

she breathed out, her voice taking on a sheepish tone.

“why not? is it making you too wet?”

you whisper teasingly, trailing your right hand down and quickly dipping it below the waistband of her shorts. your fingers drag through her folds over her underwear, feeling the heat through the fabric.

“mhm. i think it is.”

you pull your fingers away, melissa groaning at the absence of your touch and bucking her hips up into the heel of your palm. you move yourself up off of her, crawling down between her legs. melissa looks down at you with an anxious (or maybe eager???) look in her eyes. the index finger of each of your hands hooked around her waistband, pulling her gray boyshorts down to reveal an unexpected pair of black panties with a little bow.

“these are cute.”

you tease, smirking down at them. you desperately want to get them off though, quickly pulling the black lace down her legs. once those god forsaken fabric barriers are finally off her, you spread her soft legs open, hands wrapping around her thighs from underneath to keep them in place.

you’re met with her pretty pink core directly in front of your face. your mouth waters at the sight of her stiffened clit, the pink flesh glistening with arousal.

“such a pretty pussy.”

you moan out, the vibrations sending shock waves up her body. 

“fuck- please… please.”

melissa whines out, seemingly mindlessly begging for pleasure. in response, you lean in and attach your lips to her throbbing clit, a lengthy moan clawing it’s way out of her throat. after a few flicks of your tongue, you start sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you aren’t even aware when the blonde throws her head back, leaning onto her elbows for support from the overwhelming pleasure.

she already feels on the edge. as you suck, you flick your tongue out, teasing her quivering entrance. she feels too empty, and you know it. 

“please… need you-“

that’s all the convincing you need to slowly trail your fingers toward her hole, tracing around the opening. a string of whispered curses and quick moans leave melissa’s mouth as she eagerly waits for your next move.

you begin to push your index finger into her entrance at an agonizingly slow pace, waiting for her reactions to make sure she feels good. melissa groans as she adjusts to the difficult squeeze, her tight walls clenching onto your single finger. you begin to suck on her clit again as you push your middle finger into her, slowly curling them together towards her sweet spot.

“fuck~ oh god…”

melissa moans out, not even trying to quiet her moans from the outside world, too wrapped up in the pleasure. you find the perfect rhythm, curling your fingers as you suck on her clit, slowly thrusting in and out of her. a very particular thrust makes her cry out, your fingers lingering on the sponge like flesh within her.

“are you close, baby? you getting close for me?”

at the sound of your voice, her walls begin fluttering around your fingers. you suck extra hard on her bud, curling your fingers at a practiced rhythm as she climaxes with a loud cry.

you don’t pull out, though… you fuck her through it, making her legs shake intensely and wrap around your head. she’s trying to get away from your touch, yet push herself into it at the same time. the feeling of overstimulation runs through her entire body, her hole continuing to pulse even after the extended orgasm. melissa’s strangled moans turn into shaky cries of pleasure, and finally, you stop.

a sigh of relief leaves melissa’s lips, her tired eyelids opening to look down at you. she relishes in the sight of your messy appearance, glistening arousal dripping down your chin. melissa laughs.

“you fucking pervert.”

[funsizedcrow]

experimenting.. (ft fierce deity link)

[missmonsters2]

HI SO I hope you know you’re driving me craZY idk how much longer I can wait 😀😵‍💫

i must commit to finish writing it all so i don't post and ghost again 🥺

[temeyes]

last batch of Gaz/Price dood twt requests for now!! [prev post here!]

[rongzhi]

help ! i vaguely remember a clip of people on vr voice chat and this like blue blob going "you're an idiot" (or a bucket?) and the whole clip being the two of them going "no u >:[" but like giggling while it happens. it was one of my favorites but i've completely blanked on how to find it! tysm <3

This one, probably!

[mopillow]

This is how I remember this scene, if you’re wondering what I’m doing the answer is measuring He Cheng’s body parts, prime example is those nipples, I want to thank the US government for the stress that’s making me find new ways to distract myself from reality, I keep my promises pervy anon your answer is here

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Can I request Matt and Frank with a neurodivergent reader who rocks to self-soothe when they’re overstimulated/anxious

Hello darling! Absolutely you can. I’m sorry it took me so long to respond, it’s been a WEEK. Wayyyy too many thoughts below the cut.

Let me just say, I think both Matt and Frank would be fantastic partners to someone who is neurodivergent. They both understand the constant frustration and sense of injustice and all that.

Matt

It would take a few weeks for Matt to even realize what you were doing, I think. He can hear the movement, but it wouldn’t really seem off to him, given how much time he spends with Foggy–who never STOPS moving.

Because he doesn’t have much experience with people who are neurotypical and not stressed beyond belief, he’s sort of used to people fidgeting and doing what they can to calm themselves.

I don’t think he would bring it up without someone else prompting. Maybe Foggy or Karen says something offhandedly, catching you by surprise. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it at the time, swaying your weight to your heels and back to the balls of your feet, your body rocking with the movement.

“Don’t worry, sport! We’re coming.” Foggy laughed, shoving his arms into the sleeves of his coat as the four of you prepared to grab lunch.

You froze, suddenly regaining your self-awareness and immediately choking on a wave of embarrassment.

“Ready to go?” Matt’s voice startled you out of your stupor, making you jump

“Uh yes. Sorry.” The apology was instinctive, habitual. A symptom of perpetually feeling like your innocuous stims were troublesome for others.

“Why are you sorry?” Head tilting in the signature way it always did when he was concerned, Matt’s hand came to rest on your arm as he scanned you for evidence of harm.

“Nothing. We should catch up.” You murmured, hurrying out of Matt’s office to follow his business partners out of the building.

He’d let you deflect, but he’d set the thought in a special corner of his mind, privately vowing to bring it up at a later time.

After Foggy and Karen had escaped the pile of paperwork in the conference room, hesitantly allowing you and Matt to sort through it without them, he’d leap on the opportunity.

“Out with it,” The command is tender but stern, very classic Matt.

“Out with what?” Playing dumb worked sometimes, easier than an outright lie in front of a breathing polygraph machine.

“You’ve been biting your tongue since before lunch.” Apparently your go-to strategy wasn’t going to work this time. “What happened? Did I say something?”

The fear simmering below his concern caught your attention immediately. You had to answer now. “No nothing like that, Matty. I just..got in my head.”

“About what?” His wandering gaze is so earnest, you cave immediately. You tell him everything. The way you always felt different from those around you. The confusion and constant frustration when you inevitably misunderstood people. The pile of issues you had with various sounds and textures. The need to rock back and forth in place when you were nervous or overwhelmed, and the shame that forced you to stop when someone laughed or criticized you.

As always, Matt listens. Asks a question here or there, to help himself understand, but he seems to get it. There’s no judgement in his eyes, only total acceptance and a blaze of protective fury.

Once he knows about the stim, he would fiercely defend you in public. Scold people for staring and encourage you to do whatever you needed to do to feel comfortable.

Frank on the other hand would notice it VERY quickly.

This man is capital O Observant so he spots the rocking before you’re even together.

He has weird fidgety things he does too so he’s not judging whatsoever. He’s not interested in dissecting the root cause if it’s not hurting you or anyone else. So he jots it down in his mental notes about you and moves on past.

I think he’d also pick up on the soothing nature of it, notice that you seem calmer when you allow yourself to stim. So when he catches you in a bad mood or in a stressful moment, he’d pull you flush against his chest, one hand cradling your back while the other cups your head, and he’d rock the two of you together. (If you need to rock alone, he’d absolutely let you. But this personally would be nice for me so I’m including it lol)

If anyone ever commented on it, they’d find themselves on the other side of a MURDEROUS stare, urging them to quickly apologize and move on with their day

[peachyy-da-panda]

I really love your ass, it looks so soft it just makes me want to bite and lick it