#why did it take so long to write this?

[otaku553]

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[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. // 𝑾𝑪: 2.2𝑲

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. Since disassembly drones need oil to keep from overheating they kill other drones to consume it. But.. ever since the alliance between Disassembly and Worker Drones its been a bit difficult to acquire..It’s not a problem for V to randomly kill someone off but it’s a different situation for N now that his views have changed. AKA…reader supplies him with oil :DD

— content warning. Nothing 18+ just a few kisses, neck biting and N being in pain.. gulp?

— authors note. I fear this x reader is a bit..cringe then again that might just be me overthinking it..ANYWAYS tried my best for this, and still have no idea how to write for a robot. (N might be a little mischaracterized I’m not ENTIRELY sure)

At the end of science class, just when everyone was packing up to leave, you noticed N fidgeting more than normal at his desk.

 

"Is everything okay, N?" you asked.

 

He laughed nervously. "Who, me? Pshaw, never better!" But when he spoke, he looked anywhere but at you and the others.

Thad snickered. "Maybe his circuits are loose again." Lizzy giggled. "Lmao, he probably fried something.” Just as V was about to comment on his behavior..

N got up from his chair abruptly; he swayed unsteadily before catching himself upon another classroom desk.

 

By the time you registered what was going on, N had already ducked out of the classroom door, stumbling down the hall. "N, wait!" you called after him, hurrying to catch up. N was unsteady on his feet, swerving from side to side as he tried to put distance between the both of you.

 

His limbs shook with every step he took.

"G-Gotta...g-get a-away..." he muttered, though you weren't sure if he was even aware you could hear him. His eyes flickered erratically, barely being able to focus straight ahead as he tried to get away.

 

You picked up your pace, power walking down the corridor after him. "Slow down!!" you yelled out, but N was quicker, and before you knew it, when you reached the next corner, you lost him completely.

Your concern for N grew by the minute, so you started tracking him down since something was clearly wrong, beyond a normal glitch.

 

An hour had already passed since you last saw N, yet here he was in the maintenance unit stumbling blindly, crashing into something every few steps.

 

"S-sorry!" he slurred after bumping into a support beam for the third time. An unnatural static fuzzed the edges of his voice. Stubbornly, he scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward without seeing where he went.

 

Was he malfunctioning? But his murder drone programming should have kept him sharp, no?? Seeing him this disoriented was alarming.

 

You trailed him at a distance, hiding behind a variety of things as he walked on ahead. Where was he heading in such a panic? His vents were roaring torrents by now, and visible condensation soaked his frame.

 

Finally, he collapsed behind a supply crate, crawling the last few feet. Had he sensed you following? No, his optics were unfocused, so he couldn't have had.

 

Gingerly, you peeked around the crate to see N weakly clawing at his chest clearly in pain.

 

If you didn't act fast, he would shut down permanently. Steeling your nerves, you crawled to his side.

 

"N? Hey..hey! It's me, Y/N. Are you okay??”

 

When you gently called his name, N got startled so badly that his claws scraped sparks from the metal flooring he sat upon. His optics flashed wildly before settling on your face with a look of panic. "Y-Y-Y/N! S-sorry, but I don’t think you should be near me right now…”

 

N let out an alarmed wheeze that trailed off into a pained whine. It took visible effort for his optics to focus on you. You could tell he was losing some sort of control over his strength, but why??

"You don’t look so good..”

 

N broke into a hacking series of rushed laughter that ended in a groan. "Me? Pssh, n-no way! I'm t-totally fine, like I said earlier. Now please just leave me, yeah?” He waved dismissively, or at least tried to, but his attempt ended up flailing limply.

 

He knew he wasn't doing a great job at reassuring you when you glared at him.

"N-nothing to worry that pretty l-little processor of yours over, really.”

 

N's dismissive act was crumbling faster than his resolve. Another hacking laugh turned into a groan as his eyes started to flicker erratically once again.

 

"N, please. You're clearly not alright." You took his flailing claw gently in your hands. His plating was so hot it almost burned to the touch.

 

A whine slipped, “Crap..crap. It h-hurts,

Y/N. M-My core, it h-hurts so F̵̬̏́̏͆̀͝ų̸͙͋̿̃̌͋́̈́̆͑̕͠c̶̜̜̼̥͓̚k̷̫̺̝̈́̀̿̇͐̐͑ḭ̸̧̻̞̻͚̳̘̩̣͋̀̃́̔̊̋̚ň̵̞̪̯̼̟̗̩͈̖́g̸̩̤̩̼̘̪̀́͊͗̋͐́̇ much."

 

You've never seen N this vulnerable before…

"What can I do to help? There must be something." N trembled, fighting some inner battle. Finally, he met your gaze, his optics showing an agony of want behind the discomfort.

 

"T-there is s-something, b-but I shouldn't..." Strangely, another sound intermingled with the strain in his voice now.

Was that...hunger?

 

Stroking his plating gently, hoping to soothe, you pressed, "Please, tell me what you need." His vents hitched wildly. Then, in a strained whisper, he cracked.

"Y-your oil...I ne-need…it."

 

A shiver visibly ran through his frame. His optics darkened as they focused intently on your physic, more so your neck and wrist.

 

"I..." he began weakly, then stopped to swallow. His claws clenched tightly as if fighting the urge. You waited patiently for him to continue, showing concern but no sense of alarm.

 

After a long pause, N dragged his gaze with an effort to meet your face once more.

“T-tell me to stop," he whispered, his fangs peeking out as he talked.

 

"I so badly n-need it, but I don't w-want to hurt you.” His claws lifted toward your face but stopped only by his wavering will. You knew this would be the only way for him to cool down.

 

You looked deeply into N's eyes, past the haze of glitches that overtook his screen.

"I trust you," you said calmly without fear. His breathing became more ragged at your words.

 

In a flash, his restraint broke—but instead of lunging at your throat as you'd expected, his claws tangled in the fabric of your shirt, yanking you flush against his overheated frame. You gasped at the contact, feeling the waves of heat pouring off of him.

 

N buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs tantalizingly. "P-please..." he stammered once more, sounding close to genuine tears. Raising a hand, you gently clasped the back of his head, threading your fingers through his silver hair.

 

"Take what you need," you told him firmly yet tenderly..After yet another hesitant pause, his screen displayed an X. Then, with a grunt of gratification, his fangs smoothly penetrated the sensitive wiring of your neck.

 

Your breath became unsteady as N's fangs pierced you. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would—just a little bit of a pinch. His hands gripped your shoulders for support as he drank deeply, allowing the oily fluid to course through his system.

 

For several moments the only sounds were his gulping intakes and your own measured breaths; you kept still so as not to disturb him. You watched as the pained lines on his face slowly eased, his eyes returning to normal. His plating, which was boiling hot only moments ago, cooled down to a much safer temperature against you.

 

N withdrew his fangs from your neck, making a small trickle of oil leak from your wound.

 

He leaned back in hastily, swiping his tongue along the twin marks. You shuddered at the foreign yet not unpleasant sensation. But N paused, a flushed look appearing on his screen. “Ah g-geez, is this w-weird?”

 

He glanced away, clearly embarrassed  "What I mean to say is, um, my saliva can help the wounds close up faster? If, uh, you're okay with my germy mouth touching the injury I c-caused? No funny business, I swear! J-just bros being bros, p-patching each other…um up.”

 

N winced, realizing how that sounded. "N-not that we're actually b-bros, unless you want to be? Biscuits. Just—just let me do this, kay?”

With your consenting nod, N gave a short awkward chuckle and leaned back in. His tongue swiping over the wound. It began to tingle as the mark he had left slowly began to close up.

 

"It's strange to think your spit has healing properties," you remarked softly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. N hummed in agreement, laving one last swipe across the bite mark before drawing back to assess his handiwork. His optics flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.

 

"How does it feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, his tone laced with concern despite his own drained state. You shifted experimentally. "Stop worrying. Just a slight tingling.“

 

N searched your face anxiously. "Are you sure? Nothing else? No dizziness or discomfort?" His optics roved your features, taking in every subtle reaction. When you reassured him again that all was well, the tension melted from his shoulders—only to be replaced with guilt.

 

"Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he said quietly, horror creeping into his tone. "My systems went haywire; I had no control. If I had bitten down any harder..." He shuddered, unable to complete the thought.

 

"But you didn't," you said firmly. "You fought off the urge just enough to get the help you needed. I trusted you, N." He shook his head sadly. "Your trust may be misplaced in me. The overheating....what if next time I can't—can’t stop.”

 

N shuddered again at the dark thought. Seeking to ease his distress, you shot him a playful smile. "Well, if it happens again, we're in this together. At least now I have a cool vampire drone friend!! The whole sucking my oil thing was pretty vampirish.”

 

He cracked a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, maybe I'll sparkle in the sun too." Feeling bold, you leaned in with a faux-dramatic voice, "I vant to suck your coolant..."

 

N actually snickered at that. You beamed, glad to lift his spirit, even if it was only for a brief moment. His smile faded as reality set back in.

 

"But seriously, what if next time I really hurt someone?” On impulse, you threw your arms around him in a hug.

 

N's eyes widened as you suddenly hugged him close. For a moment he sat stiffly, caught off guard. Then slowly, oh so carefully, his arms came up to return the embrace.

 

"Y/N...if anything happened to you because of me, I don't know what I'd do," he said quietly against your shoulder. You squeezed him tighter for reassurance. "Hey, it'll take a lot more than some murder instinct to take me out. Have a little more faith in me, will you? Stop being so edgy.”

 

“Edgy?" N scoffed, "Sorry, nearly ripping your throat out put me in a gloomy mood."

 

"Ripping my throat out?” You echoed with a wry grin. "Well, luckily that didn’t happen, did it?”

 

N huffed, “Maybe. But what if next time I lose it?"

 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he quickly shushed you.

 

“You just leaped right in like it was nothing. Do you have any idea how badly this could've ended?" He gestured vaguely to the drying wound on your neck.

 

"You drones are so..so fragile. One wrong move and I could've—" He cut off, unable to say the word. His arms flexed unconsciously, as if longing to wrap around something and squeeze. To protect, or destroy? Even he wasn't sure.

"You'd never hurt me, N. I believe in-"

 

Your words halted as he glanced up, his eyes searching yours with raw, wavering emotion. An urge welled within you, sprung from compassion more than reason. You leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

 

"Mmmph?!" N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body locking up stiffly. Your tongue briefly caught the tang of the lingering oil before you pulled back with a slight grimace.

 

His faceplate shone a distressed yellow blush. "I-I'm so sorry, I should have wiped my mouth better!“ he stammered.

 

But you simply smiled and leaned in again, pressing your lips gently to his once more. Then, slowly, he began to relax into the kiss.

 

His screen switched to a loading screen. In that moment, all his train of thought derailed off a cliff. N's screen flickered back online, and one of his hands floated up to gently touch his mouth, eyes wide and staring blankly.

 

"Bwuh-wha...you...kissem—I mean, I kissem-no, we...kissed?" he sputtered

 

"We k-kissed. You k-kissed me," he whispered, his optics shrinking to pinpoints before dilating wide again. A nervous giggling burst out of him.

 

"Oh biscuits, what d-does this mean? Are we like..” his tone lowered to a soft whisper.

“Dating n-now?”

 

"Well, uh, I guess you could say we're kind of sort of datingish now," you replied bashfully. "If-if you want to be my boyfriend, that is."

 

N's entire face lit up. "Boyfriend..Awhh Y/N!! Id love that." He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around in excitement.

 

"N set you down gently, his optics still shining with unbridled joy. However, a hint of seriousness crept into his expression as he looked at you intently.

 

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for what you did," he said, his voice low and eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You really scared me back there."

 

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next time, I'll call V or someone else—I won't try to handle things on my own and potentially get myself killed." You paused, then added with a wry smile, "I promise."

N's stern look softened, and he hummed contentedly. "Good!" Reaching out, he took your hand in his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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[fure-dcmk]

personal relationship chart for my gosho boys au

[a2zillustration]

I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.

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[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie x female!reader thought 18+ only

Eddie blinks his eyes a couple of times to make sure he is actually seeing what he is seeing. He must be living in a nightmare.

You're laying back on one of the pool loungers. One leg dangling over the edge keeping your foot on the warm cement ground, the other spread over Steve's lap as he absently rubs his hand up and down it while he bitches to you about something from work. Your hand rubs up and down Steve's back in comfort. But that isn't the nightmare.

Your bright red bikini bottoms covering enough, but with your legs spread a bit more skin is shown then intended. Spread in such a way that makes Eddie want to just dive in. Get on his knees and worship you, rub his face over your mound as he licks and nips and sucks. Moan as the curly thatch of hair brushes against his face.

Except the curls of hair he is expecting to see peeking around your bikini are gone. Just smooth bare skin. And that isn't the only nightmare. Steve's chest is smooth like when he was in school on the swim team. Not a speck of that beautiful chest hair Eddie would curl into after getting hot and heavy. Not a single curl of the "love rug" he jokingly called it.

Eddie wants to weep. To throw himself down like a little kid and thrash his arms and legs around. Yeah, it's your body and you can do what you want, but he still is sad its gone. Eddie doesn't like change, and suddenly walking in to see both of his partners change something without any warning? Uncomfortable. It makes Eddie feel itchy.

Eddie can barely speak as he walks over and sits next to Steve. He doesn't respond to Steve's warm greeting. Doesn't respond to you asking how the day is. Just stares with big wet eyes at the sight in front of him. A pout on his lips.

A warm hand lands on his shoulder, gently squeezing. Steve's brow furrowed in concern, your wide eyes blinking at him.

"Shaved?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice, eyes darting to Steve's chest and then your clothed pussy. Steve lets out a huff of laughter, "Fuck, thought something was wrong man." Eddie glares," It is."

[johnslittlespoon]

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[royalarchivist]

Oscurucho: Welcome back, brother. Cucurucho: What. Oscurucho: Not even a "Good morning"? How cold.

Here's Cucurucho and Oscurucho's long lore conversation from yesterday! The entire conversation lasted about 8 minutes, but most of that time was just silence between each exchange, so I edited out the long pauses and got it down to ~3 minutes. I also fixed the audio levels and added subtitles since I personally find it difficult to understand Oscurucho sometimes :'D

I hope folks find this helpful!

[ Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]

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Oscurucho: Welcome back, brother.

Cucurucho: What.

Oscurucho: Not even a "Good morning"? How cold.

[They enter Cucurucho's office]

Oscurucho: I wanted to see if you're still as rigid in your beliefs as ever. You see, I've been thinking about our... Let's call it "philosophical divergence." You stand for order, for predictability. But where's the fun in that? You see, brother, while you build, I ponder the beauty in tearing down. It's not just destruction - it's rebirth. A chance to remake things in a more... thrilling image.

[...]

Oscurucho: You once had a backbone for our cause. Now, I see a softness in you, a sentimental weakness for those Eggs. Mere experiments, and yet - they've softened you.

Cucurucho: Your vision obstructs the path to perfection. You fail to understand the potential of the Eggs.

Oscurucho: Potential? They're but catalysts for change - for revolution. Without them, stagnation reigns.

[...]

Oscurucho: You chase perfection, I embrace the beauty of flaws. Your world is one of order, mine thrives in chaos. You wish for everything to run smoothly, I dream of watching it all burn to the ground. We may share a name, but our souls are worlds apart. All your efforts, all for what? Mere acknowledgment from a Duck who told you to do it? Imagine the possibilities - rather, show me where it is, and I'll do the rest.

[...]

Oscurucho: Speaking of possibilities, I couldn't help but notice how easily others can access the island. It seems your security measures aren't as impenetrable as you think.

Cucurucho: No. My island's vulnerabilities are of your own making. Do not mistake restraint for ignorance.

Oscurucho: Pity. But then again, I never really needed your approval. Just consider: Cucurucho - in your quest for order, have you not sown the seeds of your own undoing? Do you genuinely trust all your Federation minions?

Cucurucho: ...

Oscurucho: Perhaps it's time you question not just my intentions, but those who you believe stand with you.

Cucurucho: That is none of your business, I shall say. Now, leave me alone and try to disturb someone else.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi, Kat! I love how obsessed you are with Levi…because same. Anyhow, I have a question👉🏻👈🏻

If Levi were to travel forward into our time, what are some things you think would send him into a coma?

Much love❤️ Violet~

hi violet!! i think my identity is just being obsessed with levi at this point tbh ksdjfkslfkj

i think most things he'd acknowledge as cool and neat and prob would be helpful in canonverse, but there are def a few things that would throw him off

levi with modern!au gadgets

➼ i can see him being fascinated by feather dusters. idk about you, but for me, cleaning up lint with a cloth is a pain in the ASS, so levi having a feather duster would finally provide him with what he needs to be able to get the room/house/apartment/etc as spotless as he usually requires in canonverse. no more ordering the cadets to clean for him, it's now the responsibility of the feather duster. he'll probably be quite displeased once he finds out that he has to regularly replace it due to how quickly lint gathers onto it.

➼ i think he'd DEFINITELY be weirded out by keurigs at first. is it a water boiler? why would you make it through that annoyingly loud device instead of brewing it yourself (especially if its tea)? he'll get his head around it pretty quickly though, but you bet that he'd get into brewing contests with it to see who makes it better (it's him obvs)

➼ he'd probably have the same attitude that he did towards the feather dusters when it comes to a roomba. he'd be intrigued and even fascinated at first, but would likely pick up on little detailed spots that the roomba would fail to sweep up. his disdain for the little device gets even worse once he realizes how absolutely FILTHY the sweeping rod gets if you don't regularly clean it.

➼ lets be real, you'd have a full dishwasher installed in your house and levi would have no idea that it existed until you came up to him one day and asked why he was doing all the dishes by hand, and that you could technically save water if you just ran the dishwasher. even after that, he'd be skeptical on if it could actually get all the grime off or not, even after the dishes come out squeaky clean

➼ i think this one would actually piss him off. of course he'd be impressed by the washer and dryer unit that you have. not having to handwash clothes was convenient and made everything easier. however, as soon as he had to clean the lint tray from the drying machine, his nose would scrunch up as a complete look of disgust took over his features. no matter how careful you were, small lint particles would get knocked into the air. he'd try to navigate it quickly and carefully at first to avoid the dust build-up, but it didn't take long before he just gave up entirely and began going on cleaning sprees in the laundry room whenever you have to run the dryer to pick up after the dust that settled after each cycle.

[dvlboy]

hands

nsfw content,, minors dni (no one listens to this anyways lol) male visioned reader but can be read as gn reader with a weenie

warnings: hand worship, hand kink, al haitham falls into subspace in the second half, leg humping, dacrylphilia

al haitham can't look at your hands whenever he is on a mission. it wasn't because they were ugly, it was because of all the memories that were accompanied by them.

he looked up at you, feeling your warm hand cupping his cheek, stroking his bottom lip with your thumb. you watched his face slowly burn blush the longer you played with his mouth, entranced by the soft skin.

he could feel your thumb prodding against his lips, his jaw lightly loosening enough for you to slide your thumb inside, your finger pad directly on his tongue, the slimy appendage licking lightly around the finger.

"c'mon puppy boy, look at me while you suck on my fingers." seeing you smirk at him while he looked up at you, kneeling under you with a thumb in his mouth made him shiver in unknown delight, arousal pooling in his stomach.

the warmth on his cheek that he was leaning into left his face, a small whine leaving his lips. you could feel him loosen up his jaw, unslacking it, letting you grab the bottom of his jaw and pushing your thumb in deeper, feeling his tongue up and letting him suck it around those pretty lips.

his mouth took another finger in, as you felt along his mouth, that same stupid smirk that made heat pool in his gut was on your face. it wasn't fair that you knew what you did to him.

your pointer finger curled in and he felt you slap him lightly on the cheek, your way of telling him to open up his mouth. your eyes trained on his tongue again, the way that saliva coated your pointer and thumb as they played with your fingers.

"good puppy, you're gonna worship my fingers like you worshipped my cock, right? " he hesitantly nodded, feeling your other hand go from his shoulder to his jaw, using your other thumb to hook his jaw down, before you pulled your drooled up hand away, the clear fluid leaking down your hand before you grabbed his jaw with more force, whispering praise to his ears before thrusting two fingers into his mouth, pushing against his tongue and down his throat.

tears pooled in his eyes before he gagged lightly, feeling the hilt of your fingers touch his upper lip. the scent of your cologne on your wrist wafted by him, and made him tent in his pants, whenever you thrusted your went hand away. his eyes and face were red as his tears ran down his cheeks, your intense gaze still on him as al haitham took your thick fingers with no hesitation, him moaning softly whenever they plugged up his oral cavity.

his eyes wandered to your pants, seeing a thick print straining against the fabric, much like his own. but he knew you well enough that you wouldn't just give him your cock if he asked, you liked to play with your prey first. you liked cornering him up, forcing him to make a decision like you were doing now

his throat was starting to get sore and his knees hurt, but god were you good. he felt like a toy, a piece of entertainment for you.

"what a good boy.." you trailed off, before you let go of his chin, massaging the red skin lightly and pulling your soaked fingers out of his mouth, spreading them infront of his eyes, seeing strands of saliva spread apart.

"suck. then you get a reward puppy." you placed your leg infront of him, and he got the message, lightly grinding against the fabric of your pants in an attempt to get some sort of satisfaction. it only made it worse, and now there was a little wet spot on his bulge, as well as small, almost silent whines from the normally stoic man

you loved what you could do to al haitham. you loved that you could turn a serious faced man and turn him into a needy puppy that begs to suck on your fingers and hump your legs.

you placed your hand infront of his lips, curious to what he would do. you pushed al haithams bangs back to examine his face, looking at his slightly embarassed face. he stared at the glazed fingers for a second before grabbing onto your hand, putting his hands on yours and using his fingers to force your fingers open, staring at you with embarassment before he licked the crevices of your fingers, slowly, sensually.

you could feel yourself pulse in your pants, watching his slimy tongue cover your hand in saliva as he licked from the base and crevice to the tip, staring at you while moaning lightly, the embarassment on his face gone, and a submissive look on his face. he kept on worshipping your hand, slowly and carefully until your hand was dripping his saliva. he would lick up the veins on your hands, pressing lightly on it. his thrusts to your leg were desperate and shallow, chasing his own.

his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper as he started to get sloppy, before a long whine broke out from his throat and he thrusted deeply into your leg, a wet patch spreading on his pants. you watched him as bliss bloomed on his face.

"did you just cum on my leg puppy? too horny to even care where or how you get off?" no shame left on his face, he nodded,shameless in his actions.

would he even remember this tomorrow? you weren't too sure if he decided to submit to you or if he fell into a different subspace..

either way, it didn't matter. and you were quick to grab the back of his head, your dry hand burying itself into his grey locks, tugging harshly and eliciting a moan in response. you pushed him into your bulging crotch, his hot breath on your crotch he buckled against your leg again.

you pulled your cock out of your underwear and laid it on his face, feeling him take a deep breath in as he shuddered out an exhale. al haitham was really a slut, inhaling your scent and getting drunk off of it.

"here's your reward baby, be sure to worship it good, alright puppy?"

[imari4444]

WINDWHEEL HAS FINALLY UPDATED!!!! and I hate myself :D (the chapter sucks sm don’t give your hopes up-)

Please everyone, read with caution this story is so dark and honestly I kinda rushed myself in the end since it was taking so long to update. Despite the dark turn I do hope you all enjoy reading (BUT READ WITH CAUTION-)

Also I’m going to put some spoiler memes below since I cannot do it anymore on Ao3 😔🥰

[wreckedandpolemic]

actress!reader au is so perfect <33 can just imagine matty tripping over how cunty r looks at her next premiere hehehehe … thinking miu miu and a little ribbon around ur throat that he wants u to keep on while he rails u into next week 🥹

GOD YES YOU GET IT!!! ughh so much slutty potential here we have struck gold ladies!!

matty can’t take his eyes off you, hasn’t been able to all evening. from the car to posing on the carpet to now, sitting in the screening, his gaze has been on you, heavy and heated. you can’t really blame him – you look fantastic, if you do say so yourself. his hand rests possessively on your bare thigh, his skin warm against yours as he skims dangerously close to your centre. you keep your eyes trained forward, but you both know neither of you are watching, desire buzzing intensely under your skin and drowning out everything but him.

your kisses are fierce, weighted with the promise of more. matty’s hands don’t leave your body all night, roaming from your thigh to the curve of your ass, wandering across your back when he kisses you. he thumbs over the pink ribbon tied around your neck as he pulls back, a filthy smirk that makes you shiver painted across his lips. “love this,” he murmurs. “like you’re a present all wrapped up for me.” you smile, heat flooding your cheeks and rushing between your legs. “gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight in nothing but that pretty ribbon later, princess.” he promises. you swallow a moan, suddenly hell-bent on getting out of here as quickly as you can.

of course, no sooner do you vow it than you get entangled in networking and interviews, smiling prettily and posing unflinchingly for flashbulbs even as your thighs clench in anticipation. matty murmurs filth in your ear the whole evening, words melting into sick desire that drips down your spine and pools in your panties.

finally, you escape, attacking matty’s lips as soon as the car door closes behind you, panting and moaning into his mouth as your desire spills over, fervent and consuming. your grasp on time fails you, lost in matty’s lips and hands and tongue, your mouth bruised and swollen by the time you’re stumbling into your place. matty carries you into the kitchen and deposits you on the counter, your legs still wrapped around his waist. you hiss as the cold marble meets your bare thighs, and matty shushes you soothingly. “my gorgeous girl,” he murmurs against your neck. “my fucking star,” he adds, nails digging into your thighs as he bites at your skin, the scrape of pain deliriating. he gropes at your tits through your dress and you whine, desperate for his touch on your skin.

“yours,” you agree, peeling your dress off and tossing it away, the offending garment forgotten as soon as it leaves your line of sight. he mouths hungrily at your tits, littering your skin with the physical proof you’re his. “want you,” you whimper, rolling your hips against him, the friction of his hardness against your clothed clit delicious but unsatisfying.

matty’s hand dips into your underwear, rough fingers rolling gloriously over your clit, waves of pleasure spilling over you. “whatever you want, princess” he murmurs against your skin, one of his hands leaving your waist to unbuckle his belt. he shoves his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his cock as you kick off your panties, rubbing your clit frantically. “whatever you want.”

and he means it, too. he doesn’t tease you like he normally would, his fingers joining yours over your clit and the head of his cock pressing gloriously between your legs. desire drips stickily down your spine, the stretch in your cunt driving you wild as matty’s hips snap against yours. “fuck, yes,” you gasp, your legs locked around matty’s waist, angling him deeper. “you fuck me so good, baby.” your head swims, hazy with pleasure as matty draws rough circles over your clit and fucks deep into you.

“such a good girl,” matty murmurs, hooking a finger into the ribbon around your neck and tugging gently, the pressure at your throat heavy and dizzying. “takin’ me so well, fuck.” your cunt clenches around him as you moan into his mouth, pressure building between your thighs.

you’re wound so tightly you’re scared you might just break in half, your body unreal and coated in sweat, hair tossed and mascara running. “‘m close,” you whimper, digging your nails into his back, anchoring yourself to him as heat wracks through you.

another tug to your choker and you pitch over the edge, eyes rolling back into your head as ecstasy crashes over you. matty follows a second later, cock pulsing as he spills inside you. you swallow his groan, fire raging under your skin as your body goes numb, floaty.

matty’s lips meet yours sweetly as he pulls out of you, the loss a present ache between your thighs. tenderly, he wipes at your smeared lipstick, sucking it teasingly off his thumb. you slump backwards, waiting for the feeling to return to your buzzing limbs, and smile blithely up at matty.

“thank you,” you chirp, hopping to your feet on still-unsteady legs. “i needed that.”

matty stares after you as you waltz off to change, spluttering dumbfoundedly.

“afterparty, darling, remember?” you throw the question over your shoulder with a sultry grin. “if you’re good, i’ll let you pull me into a bathroom later.”

[keepmovinjunior]

i have to remember that sometimes i need to just chill and write a wacky one liner. but like. what if i could overtly describe things and include psychological themes and nods to historical fiction?

[pa-pa-plasma]

you just made the scientific discovery of the century & you want to tell everyone & your kids are first on that list but you can't find them. you manage to get a hold of your daughter & she says everything is fine but her voice gets tight when you try to mention your work & she sucks in a breath & says she won't keep you from it any longer than she already has & doesn't say bye as she hangs up the phone. you have a sinking feeling in your gut & you really want to get back to what you were doing but. something's wrong. where are your kids. why was your daughter not surprised when you told her. why was she so quick to hang up on you. your husband has the same type of mind & that's probably why neither of you can ignore this odd turn of events & so you decide to track them down. the research can wait. after all, the spook got away somehow afterwards. it's not like you have anything to go through but data & recordings.

[triglycercule]

if dust takes off his hood and scarf then nobody can recognize him. he has literally no permanent traits that make him recognizable (which actually kinds upsets me because,,,,, there is no physical representation of his character development from sans to dust BUT EAAHHHH whatever,,, we cope with it.) but in like a silly goofy comedic way. it's like perry the playapus ans dr doofenshirmst (incorrect spelling but only by societies standards)

dust with hood down and no scarf

killer: a sans?

he puts on the scarf

horror: a GENOCIDE sans???

the hood goes up

killer: DUST SANS AKA MURDER SANS AKA DUSTTALE SANS FROM HIT AU DUSTTALE?????

horror's skull breaks a second time on the other side from sheer shock

[andr0nap-wf]

i cant help but wonder how loids separation from the family went.

do you think that there was a designated day when he wouldnt be there to tell them good morning? did he even have the chance to say goodbye? or did albrecht simply decide one day that he isnt allowed to step outside the labs again? how did THAT conversation go? did loid have time to grieve the family he most likely will never see again?

and what of the family? what did they think when necraloid appeared one day instead of loid? what was eulerias reaction to losing what was essentially her other parental figure? she obviously doesnt like necraloid and we dont know if she even remembers the original. maybe the feeling of betrayal still lingers, hence the hostility?

much to think about