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ragingbookdragon · 4 months

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I Do My Hair Toss, Paint My Nails

Bayverse Transformers x Reader Blurbs

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I fucking wrote TF fanfiction omg. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ironhide:

It’s only the fourth glance she takes out the window that has her nail tech snorting. “Are you worried someone is going to steal your boyfriend’s truck?”

She startles at his words, barely missing the drill bit going into her skin around her nail as she replies, “Huh?”

“You keep looking at the truck,” he says. “It’s your boyfriend’s, isn’t it?”

Her cheeks begin to warm as she swipes a fifth glance at the black GMC. “What makes you say it’s my boyfriend’s? It could be mine.”

“Please. You work in private security. And I know you drive a pink Porsche.” He takes his own look at the truck. “It’s a nice one. It is your boyfriend’s, right?”

“Something like that,” she replies as he dips the brush into the acrylic and begins to lay it over her nails.

He snorts again. “Okay, Miss Mysterious, keep it secret.”

She gives a smile as he continues to work on her nails and she admires them when they’re done, a sleek black stiletto. “Thank you, Ray.”

Giving a mock bow, he replies, “I do my best. Now off with you.”

Waving, she steps outside and nears the driver’s side of the truck, only to be caught off by a sports car slowing to a stop beside her.

“Hey baby,” the man greets, practically hanging outside of the window. “Where you headed?”

She blinks, offering a deadened stare and grips the door handle. “Nowhere you are. Have a nice day.”

“Now don’t be like that, sweetheart,” he replies with a smirk and starts to get out, but he stops when the truck rumbles with a violent noise. “What the fuck?”

“Easy, Ironhide,” she murmurs, and opens the driver’s door. “Have a lovely day.” Shutting and locking the door, she’s thankful that Ironhide’s windows are tinted and watches as the car pulls away in a hurry.

“You okay?” Ironhide asks. “I can always blast their tailpipe in.”

She laughs. “Thank you, but I think they got the message.”

“Hmm, I disagree, but I’ll take your word for it,” his voice hums through his speakers as he pulls off onto the street. “What did you do in there? You were gone for an hour and a half.”

“Oh, I got my nails painted!” she chirps and flashes her hands down. “See, I painted them black like your paint.”

This time, Ironhide rumbles but it’s with a subtle pride as he compliments, “As beautiful as my weapons, love.”

“Thank you,” she smiles and leans forward, pressing her lips to the center of the steering wheel. “How about we take a drive out of the city?”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” he replies and turns off to the main highway pointing out of the city.

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Rachet:

“I do not understand the process of painting your nails,” Rachet comments as he watches her gently apply a mustard yellow to her nails.

“Which part don’t you understand, big guy?” she replies, not looking up, focusing intently.

“Perhaps it is more so I don’t understand why.”

“Why?”

He nods and gets closer, staring at her hands. “Why are you painting them?”

She looks up at him. “Why me specifically or why do humans paint nails?”

Rachet takes a moment to ponder her question. “Both.”

Sticking her hand under the small gel light, she answers, “Most people paint their nails as a form of self-expression. Others do so as it’s fashionable. Some just do manicures and pedicures to stay groomed. Think of it like you and the others maintaining your own bodies and staying in good condition.” She starts on the other hand when the first is cured. “Some cultures have historic context with painting nails or the length of nails and it’s symbolic to their people.”

“And what of you?” he asks.

“I guess mine is more so expression and maintenance. I work a lot so I can’t always have my nails maintained the way I want, y’know painted and with length. But I always try to keep them clean and nice looking.” She smiles as she paints a red line through them. “Sometimes I’m lucky enough that I get to paint them pretty.”

At that, Rachet tips his head a bit to see. “I’m no human but I do not think red and yellow are technically considered ‘pretty.’”

She gives him a fond look and pokes his nose with her cured pointer. “Really? Because I painted them to look like a similar Autobot I know. Or did you forget you’re red and yellow?”

He coughs slightly and looks away. “Well, now that you mention such a thing.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re flustered, Rachet.”

“Nonsense,” he retorts as he stands up straight, and she has to crane her neck to see him. “Autobots don’t get flustered.”

“I think you’re leaking oil, big guy,” she teases, and he turns hurriedly, patting himself down.

“What! Where!”

“I’m joking,” she says with a grin. “Still set on not being embarrassed?”

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Bumblebee:

She sits at the station next to Bumblebee as he fumbles with the metal Rubik’s cube she had made for him. “What color should I paint my nails, Bee?” she asks, opening the case, and she really shouldn’t be painting her nails at work, but considering most of the higher ups are in meetings and the facility is a ghost town, she doesn’t have much to do.

Bumblebee looks down, optics zooming in on each color she lifts up for him to see.

“I’ve got blue…red…black…ooo, what about green?” she offers a deep evergreen up and he scowls and shakes his head. “No?”

He sticks a finger into the case and carefully digs around until he pulls out a tiny tube and hands it to her.

“This one?” she asks and looks at the bottle. “Sunrise Yellow,” she says and looks at him. “It matches you.”

This time he gives her a smile of pride and hands her the black bottle as well, gesturing to her middle and ring fingers.

“You want these ones painted black and the others yellow?”

“Yeah baby!” the line from a comedy movie comes over his voice and she snorts.

“Okay, Bee,” she answers and opens the bottles. “Nails that look like you coming up.” she watches as he grins to himself and dances slightly. “You keep it up, Bee, and everyone is going to know you like me.” She pauses and looks at her hands with a deadpan stare. “Actually, they’re going to think I like you.”

He bends down and gets face to face with her. “You do like me.” The words are easy enough to decipher in his rumbles and she looks away.

“Get outta heeya,” she mocks with warm cheeks, and he laughs at her. “Hey, you better stop laughing at me, or do you not remember how you practically tripped over yourself when I wore a dress the other day and you weren’t paying attention. Ran right into the high-beam and maintenance is still working on fixing it.”

At that, his battle visors come down and he hides his face as embarrassed rumbles escape him; she takes the opportunity to slide up onto his leg and sit with a smile as she paints her nails.

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Optimus:

She greets the soldiers around her with a smile as she enters the facility and wanders back to her desk to set her things down. It’s only a few moments before Lennox finds his way to her desk and simply stands in front of it until she looks up. “Good morning, Will.”

“You’re late,” he retorts and crosses his arms over his chest. “We had training this morning. And you missed it.”

“And I think you forget I was transferred to private security.” She smiles amusedly. “I don’t work for the military anymore.”

He rolls his eyes. “Jesus, you get out and you turn into a completely different person.”

“I am not. Excuse me for enjoying not waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to go running.” She turns on her computer and sorts some paperwork on her desk. “I had an appointment if it appeases your annoyance, your royal eminence.”

“Oh, it’s not me that needs to be appeased. It’s a certain Autobot that was worried about your lateness,” he teases as she feels her cheeks heat up.

She gives him a surprised but pleasant look. “Optimus was worried about me?”

She knows she’s said too much when Lennox’s face splits into a smirk and he gloats, “I fuckin’ knew it was Optimus. Epps thought it was Sideswipe.” His grins grows as she throws her pen at him and he saunters off with, “Guys owe me fifty.”

A few minutes pass as the embarrassment begins to fade when a noise startles her and she lets out a groan and gripes, “William, go awa—Optimus!” she hides her files on her desk as if it will take away the fluster she feels. “I—I didn’t know you were there.”

The Autobot leader bends down to get level with her. “You weren’t at training this morning,” he notes, and she can’t help how her neck disappears into her shoulders.

“I was busy…I had an appointment.”

“Oh?” He blinks, blue optics watching her carefully. “Was it a medical appointment? Are you well?”

“I’m fine,” she replies. “I went to go get my nails done.”

He blinks again, this time almost confused as he asks, “Your…nails?”

She shows her hands, and he lowers his, gently taking both of hers in one; they only rest on one finger as he examines them. “In human culture, men and women paint their finger and toenails different colors. It’s called manicure and pedicure. I have acrylic nails. Made from acrylic glass and hardened with a liquid monomer. It creates a hardened surface that can be drilled and painted. Like mine.”

Optimus looks them over before he murmurs almost uncharacteristically quiet, “They are painted like my paint.”

Her cheeks warm and she looks away. “I…know we can’t exactly be open…people wouldn’t understand but…I just thought it would be a romantic gesture I guess.”

“I am honored,” he says with a smile. “They are painted beautifully…like you.”

“Optimus,” she replies with a warm smile. “Thank you.”

#transformers bayverse #bayverse transformers #ironhide #rachet #bumblebee #optimus prime #optimus #ironhide x reader #rachet x reader #bumblebee x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #transformers

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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hi lovely ! 💗

first of all ur writing has me giggling at my screen n shit midday it’s so cutesie ily

second of all i was wondering if you would ever write jason hcs w a daughter of aphrodite reader? (like obv we got him and piper in the books but i’m talking girl mathing, lip gloss wearing, passenger princessing, puts the ‘lover’ in lovergirling type daughter of aphrodite)

all this to say that i love everything u put out sm and if this request doesn’t inspire u no pressure to do it !!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x daughter of aphrodite! reader hcs

content: jason grace x daughter of aphrodite! reader warning: sexual references near the bottom and probs some cursing author's note: as much as i love piper and i understand why you wouldn't make her the stereotypical daughter of aphrodite and i have no problems with that, we were robbed. at least we had selena but still bro give me a lover girl who is forced out of being softed bc truama. can i have that??? is that too much to ask for??? just a girl who lost all her girlhood the moment the person she loved died?? bc the one thing she was supposed to stand for still didn't stop death?? if she loved and still lost, what is the point of loving at all?? give me this complex character pls and thx ALSO if you are the same anon i think you are, please love me bc you clearly have a bigger brain than me and youre so sweet like girl honey bunny you have so many good ideas and you keep trusting me to make them happen??? like thank you???

soft boy meets soft girl and they fall in love?????

ummmm yes pls!!

when i tell you these two are literally the definition of soft

look it up if you doubt me

there's literally a picture of them together in the websters dictionary under soft pls

trust me bro i was the printer that printed that page

anyways, when i tell you cute meet cute, i mean it

like, you left jason love letters taped to his cabin door, pretending to be a secret admirer

jason was a blushing flustered mess every time he found one

and then, one evening, he was spending it inside his cabin reading when he heard footsteps approach the door.

it piqued his interest causing him to walk towards the door and wait for a moment.

then a slip of paper slid under the door of his cabin, the now familiar pink glitter gel pen handwriting being a welcome sight

without a second to lose, he whipped the door open to reveal you, crouching down near the door of his cabin

it took you a second to register what happened before you swallowed thickly, raising your hand slightly and waving it

"...hi."

"i think you dropped this," jason replied, coughing away his nerves as he held up the paper, the pink pen glittering in the sunlight

"oh...uh, no, i...i did that on purpose, yeah," you mutter back, hanging your head and beginning to chip at your pink nail polish

"oh."

"yeah."

cue the very awkward silence for a few moments while you two looked at everything but each other.

"do you wann-" jason started only for you to speak up at the same time

"it's alright if you don't-"

now nervous giggles before you motioned for jason to go first, the boy blushing at the sweet smile you gave him.

"you wanna, i dunno, hang out some times?? with me, of course...unless you don't want-"

"jason, i've been sliding notes into your cabin for weeks. yes, i'd very much like to hang out."

"cool. very cool."

DONT WORRY HE GETS LESS AWKWARD WITH TIME I PROMISE

he always carries lip gloss in his jeans from the second you start dating

he quickly figured out your favorite and bought a few to keep on deck after you forgot to put it on one day and were pouty for the rest of the day

he was determined to never have you feel bad again and if lip gloss was the solution, so be it

also, hate hate hates that you do 'girl math'

makes no sense to him and he loves you, but cannot stand it

"no, no, jase baby, if i return the shirt, then the jeans are basically free because i'm returning the shirt, which is money that would have been gone anyways so it doesn't even matter."

"love of my life, the jeans are three times the price of the shirt."

"yeah, but i didn't get coffee the other day, so that's another five off and-"

it doesn't even matter tho bc he pays for everything so like??? why you worrying your pretty little mind about it??? you can't even remember the last time you paid for something

jason bought those jeans for you, if anyone was curious, so you didn't even have to return the shirt. which then gave you liberties to buy another shirt, since you already had the money put aside for the jeans-

i could talk circles around myself all day

i could convince myself to buy a fucking island if i girl math hard enough fr

it is a dangerous thing

also, do not think for one second those love letters stopped when you guys started dating

jason figured they would until one evening he came back from hanging out with leo in bunker nine, finding a letter gently laid on his pillow

he kept all of them in an old nike shoe box, showing your son and daughter once they were old enough to appreciate them always saying,

"this is what love is supposed to look like. if someone doesn't treat you like this, you leave them, ya hear me?"

soft boy and soft girl raise soft children, making them a soft family

OH OH OH THE MOST IMPORTANT HC THAT I NEARLY FORGOT

bows

bro

fucking bows

(if you can't tell from my blog, i am an avid bow enthusiast and not to be that person, but i was putting them in my hair BEFORE they blew up on tiktok, just saying.)

i just know for a fact jason loves when you put them in your hair, liking the feeling of the ribbon when he twirls your ponytail

and he def makes you put them on for sexy time, hair tugging more fun with a little pink bow for some contrast

love love loves when you use the baby blue ribbon that you say always reminds you of his eyes

gets him all blushy and shit

also, you def asked if you could put a ribbon around his dick once and he def said no

jk he can't say no to you

bro looked kawaii as fuck

but you were all giggles and laughs

and he got a rewards out of it, if you know what i mean

chocolates, duh

GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER-

like those sex chocolates with the hormones in them or whatever-

tell me im funny or die

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #jason grace #jason grace x reader

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misseviehyde · 6 months

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FINDING THE MEAN

Laura had never found the social aspects of school easy, but she at least always had the protection of her favourite teacher Ms Bloom.

Ms Bloom taught Math and she was everything Laura aspired to be. Clever, kind and friendly - the inspirational teacher had taken Laura under her wing and helped her survive against the bullies and mean girls that seemed to thrive in the school.

She had taken to giving Laura additional Math lessons in advanced concepts and the two of them would spend many hours after school solving equations, discussing problems and hanging out together.

Laura had realised that Ms Bloom was mentoring her and she felt her confidence and her ambitions begin to grow and swell. One day she would get out of this small town and go on to be successful - she would owe much of that success to her mentor.

One night after school Laura and Ms Bloom were pouring over a very strange equation that no one had ever solved.

Hyde's Divergent Mean was a curiosity that went back nearly a hundred years. No one had ever been able to balance the equation which appeared to be an attempt to work out the average amount of evil and toxicity in any given population.

"How about we apply it to the school?" asked Laura excitedly and the two of them began to work on balancing the numbers.

Ms Bloom sighed, "See - there's a missing component and no one has ever been able to work it out. The value of X remains unknown."

Laura frowned as she examined the equation. It was central to everything, it was almost as if the entire formula was more than math - like it was some sort of arcane formula. Perhaps it wasn't designed to work out the amount of evil in a population, but instead to harness and drain that toxicity and do something with it.

"Miss - have you ever thought X is meant to represent a person, not a number?"

Ms Bloom's eyes widened in amazement, "Why yes - that's incredible. I wonder what would happen if I put my name down as X and complete the formula."

"Wait!" gasped Laura, but she was too slow to stop her enthusiastic teacher who had written down 'Ms Isabella Bloom' next to X.

The formula suddenly blazed with pink light and Laura gasped and stepped back. Ms Bloom gasped and tried to stand back too, but she was yanked forward by an invisible force then lifted screaming into the air.

The teacher now levitated in the air surrounded by a sinister pink light. Laura gasped and tried to rush forward to help, but she was repelled by an invisible force.

On the board, the formula began to change. The name in the middle began to alter. "Ms Isablla Bloom" began to warp and alter to become "Bella Bloom."

The teachers eyes burned with pink fire and she gasped in amazement.

"Ohhhh fuck yes! I can see it all now, I can see how all the popular girls are connected - how they and their victims fit into this school. It's all so fucking OBVIOUS!"

She giggled, a strange sound coming from her usually sensible mouth. Her kind lips twisted into an uncharacteristically malicious smile as she stretched her floating body luxuriously and wiggled her fingers.

"Mmmmmh, I see how to get everything I always wanted. I can be reborn thanks to the equation, I can take the toxic femininity from those fucking losers and make myself queen bitch. No more being some sad-sac teacher, instead I can be a fucking princess!"

"Noooooo," gasped Laura. "Ms Bloom, you have to stop this, the formula is corrupting you. The equation is making you mean."

"Hahah shut up you pathetic loser, you have no idea how GOOD this feels. Ms Bloom is dead - I am BELLA BLOOM."

Throwing back her head, Ms Bloom moaned in ecstasy and splayed her fingers out. Long sharp gel nails shot from each finger as her bones cracked and her body shrunk in on itself.

Her skin became younger looking and her warm brown hair began to turn bright bitchy blonde. Ms Bloom's kind eyes turned a cold blue and her face became more beautiful, but mean and spoiled.

Her clothing shrunk to fit her now tiny frame, a tight red crop top and daisy dukes leaving little to the imagination as she floated down and landed on the ground with a clop of expensive high heels.

"Like, this is sooooo much better," giggled Bella as she arranged her hair and admired her nails. "Being a fucking thirty six year old teacher was sooooo boring. What a loser. I'd rather be an eighteen year old bitch any day."

Laura was shaking her head in horror as Bella strutted over to the whiteboard and laughed at the formula. It had taken the two of them hours to complete the formula and Laura wasn't sure she could even do it on her own.

A hand shot out and grabbed her hair and she screamed as Bella cruelly pulled her over and smashed her up against the board. Laughing, the new bully used Laura's hair to wipe the board - destroying the delicate formula and making sure that no one could ever copy the work and reverse the transformation, or ascend themselves.

"Like, that's better. Now I can't change back. You're the only one who remembers the old me anyway, the equation has altered reality and everyone else's memories of me. As far as the school is concerned, there never was an Isabella Bloom - only the Head Cheerleader and richest brat in town, Bella Bloom existed."

Releasing Laura's hair, Bella threw her to the floor and looked down with contempt.

"Fucking pathetic. You're so fucking pathetic and weak. You better stay out of my way loser, you don't form part of my equations at the moment - but that could change."

Laura sobbed as she watched her once favourite teacher striding off to start her new life as a bully and a mean girl. Bella would soon have all the big cock, money and riches she could ever want.

As for Laura, without her mentor and her inspiration - she would lapse into despair and any chance for a bright future she had would decay to nothing.

Ms Bloom had found the mean and there was no going back for either of them.

THE END

#evie #evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #equation

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 2 years

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I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yandere class 1A react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

~#~#~#~ Just a happy reminder that everyone is allowed to wear whatever they want, whenever they want! You can wear t-shirts, sweatpants, miniskirts, high heels, platforms, formal dresses, boxers, thongs; you can even walk around naked! I wouldn't recommend being fully nude outside, but you do you. Anyways, clothes don't determine who you are or what you identify as! ~#~#~#~

Also, I know you wrote Reader in your ask as female identifying (she/her), but I am going to continue writing them as gender neutral! Let me know if you have a problem with that.

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So, for starters, let's talk about the school days. Since the uniforms are pretty standard, it's a little hard to spruce them up to be "skimpier". If you choose to wear the women's uniform, you could pull up the skirt further up your hips so the hem brushes the tops of your thighs. Could even doll yourself up with a few accessories in your hair, on the clothes, or even some jewelry. If you choose to wear the men's uniform, you could pull a Bakugo by not wearing the tie or unbutton the top few buttons of your uniform. Show a little cleavage (both pecs and boobs can have cleavage. I don't discriminate between cleavage; all types are delicious 🤤). Paint your nails, wear some makeup; anything you can really!

Now, since most of the class keeps a close eye on you 24/7, they're gonna notice every little thing you do to yourself. From the way you wear your hair, to the shoes you skip down the halls in, to the exact scents you use for your shampoo and body sprays; nothing is secret to them. So, when they notice for the first time that your skirt's riding a little higher than normal, or they're getting a face full of your pec cleavage, their minds are flying all over the place. Everyone is going to have their eyes unconsciously drift to you every so often, or they're on you all the time.

Izuku and Uraraka are just blushing up a storm. Deku cannot stop looking at you—or, rather, your exposed skin. He swears he doesn't mean to be a pervert! You just look...so soft. It's killing him. He just wants to nuzzle up to you and forget the school day all together. When you try to talk to him throughout the day, he's just a ball of stutters, nervous giggles, and never-ending mumbles. But as soon as you turn your back, he is writing in his notebook, scribbling outfits that show the same amount (or even more) skin you're showing now that he believes you would look ethereal in. He also cannot stop writing things along the lines of 'They look so cute.', 'I can't look at them again! It's too much!', and 'How can I tell them how I feel when seeing them like this makes me forget my words?'

Ochaco's no better. She can't stop thinking about how sweet your thighs look. And how when you sit down, your skirt rides even higher up. You're such a little tease, can you even fathom what you're doing to her?! She's losing her mind; she's practically two seconds away from getting down on one knee and proposing to you right now. She's sighing in a puppy love manor, writing her name and your name together in the last page of her notebook. She's drawing little stick figures that are supposed to be you and her kissing, holding hands, hugging, basically doing everything together. Hearts and sparkles drawn in a pink glittery gel pen are everywhere on the page of art she has dedicated to you.

Some people are a little more uptight than others COUGH COUGH Iida COUGH COUGH and are gonna hound you throughout the day. The second you walk into the class, he is all over you. Iida's stuttering something about fixing your attire, something about how you are in a professional academy and you can't walk around looking like that and blah blah blah. Everything that is coming out of his mouth is just a flimsy coverup to try and hide the rapidly spreading blush seeping across his cheeks. How can you do this to him?!?! As the class president, he is ashamed of how he can't stop his eyes from drifting all across your body, but he can't stop. He desperately tries to focus on your adorable face, but he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up the façade of being a proper gentleman.

His commotion to your attire draws the attention of the rest of your friends. The room is then split between a mixture of squeals and yelling, and dead silence.

Across the class, Todoroki is falls quieter than usual. It's unnerving, he's acting like how he was the first few weeks of class, aloof and unapproachable. On the outside, he doesn't show much (what's new), but on the inside it's simultaneously a raging typhoon and a fervent volcanic eruption all at once. He feels his body heat up to a scorchingly dangerous level, and drop to a frost-biting chill in a matter of seconds. Shoto's poor brain can't wrap around what he's seeing. His darling, his everything, is fully on display (you are nowhere near that level, you're just showing a tiny amount more of skin LOL) for his eyes to see. It's like he's reached nirvana. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, though his outside is still a staggering contrast of temperatures.

Bakugo cannot decide whether to be angry at you or angry at his idiot classmates. As he finally breaks his gaze from you, he watches the class's faces shift into hunger and desire and he decides. Yep. He's angrier at them than he is at you. But he understands where their desire is coming from. He's in the same sinking boat. He wants to look at your forever; say 'fuck it' to the lessons that day, scoop you into his arms, and run back to the dorms to hide you away for only him to see. He feels his palms heat up and leak sweat like a faucet from both the anxiety of how gorgeous you look and from the aggression of wanting to beat everyone around him into pulps for daring to peek at what’s his. He yells at everyone to stop their clamoring, shoving his face down to stare at the desk instead of your fucking cute nervous expression.

Kirishima is slack-jawed, heart-eyed. The real life combination of these two emojis: 😳😍. He's literally dying to feel how soft your skin is as he scans your body over and over again. It's like a song on repeat in his mind, encouraging his eyes to soak up as much of you as he can, forcing him to do it all over again multiple times. He feels like a cringy and awkward middle schooler seeing the contents of a pervy magazine, or a semi-naked person, for the first time. Then, it hits him. Kirishima isn't alone in seeing this newfound expanse of your body. As soon as that registers in his mind, he flips on a 180° and wants nothing more than to pull your skirt down or button your shirt himself. He wants to protect you from the disgusting eyes gaping at you. Kirishima snaps his jaw closed and bites his lip to keep in the growl forming at the back of his throat. His mind calculates all the people witnessing your beauty. He thinks he wants this image all to himself.

Denki, Sero, and Mina are panting like freaking dogs. They are eating up how you dressed today. Denki is privately thanking whatever god influenced you to dress yourself in this way today. Mina is squealing inside and out, thinking about how she feels like she's the main character in one of those romance manga she reads and how you're dressing like that to catch her attention alone (you’re not, but her theory is what she chooses to believe). Sero can't stop grinning all day because of how sweet you are, dressing in that manor to steal his attention (again, you’re not, but oh well). The two boys might even try to sneak a picture of you, but Mina quickly shuts that behavior down and makes them delete the photos thank goodness for our girlboss.

Tsu, Momo, Jiro, and Hagakure all cannot work up the courage to say how absolutely alluring you look today. Maybe they'll say it in flippant passing, but they cannot put into words how you truly make them feel. They’re antsy and nervously giggling all day whenever you get close, so much so that you think they have a fever. They’re just flustered because you’re stunning. Please don’t take their lack of words negatively! They’re obsessed with you, and that possessiveness clouds their better judgement at times. Secretly, they’re all planning how to successfully sneak into your dorm room and steal an item of your clothes to keep. Tsu and Hagakure are not known as the leading stealth heroes of Class 1-A for nothing~.

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At first, they all thought it was an accident. Maybe you were just a little clumsy dressing yourself this morning! Maybe you're overly stressed and didn't even notice that you're showing more of yourself than you ever have! Yeah, that has to be it.

They only get concerned when you start to dress like this outside of school as well. Don't get them wrong, you look incredible (all of them are constantly drooling at the sight of the amount of skin you are showing off. They want to stroke, caress, pinch, and even bite every bit of it.), but they are worried. Ever since they first met you, you'd been so shy and reserved, so, why are you dressing so provocatively now?

Short skirts, crop tops, low cut shirts, everything under the sun that showed a little more and more was what you suddenly exclusively wore. Again, they know you can wear whatever you want to wear, but what happened to their shy (Y/N)?

A few of the girls sit down with you one day and have a chat about your shift in attire. You explain your dilemma to them, and they resonate with your change in demeanor. It's hard being labeled as one thing, and when you try to branch out to try something different, you’re looked at strangely. The change you choose to make my not be acknowledged in a positive light. They reassure you that they all love the style you're trying out, and how you look to die for, but you do not have to completely change who you are for anyone else.

Being comfortable in your own skin correlates with the clothes you wear that make you feel the most, well, you! If dressing in thinner, smaller fabric is what you enjoy now, then go right ahead! If you find that the former isn't working for you anymore, and you wish to dress in baggier, less attention-catching clothes, rock on. Whatever you wear, they will support you the best they can.

Though, that doesn't stop them from lashing out at creeps who stare at you for a bit too long~

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WHEEW. DAMN! I hope you guys like it. To the asker, I hope I fulfilled what you were looking for! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

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Pink | Joel Miller

Pairing: Dbf! Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel let’s you paint his nails and you pick the color that matches yours.

Word Count: 1k

All of my dbf! Joel is pre-outbreak, but he’s not a father (I’m sorry!)

ꨄ Let me know what you think, feedback and comments are always welcomed as are requests/ ideas! ꨄ

“Baby it amazes me how well you do your nails. They always look so pretty.” Joel whispers as he kisses your hand and pulls you closer in your bed. “You should let me paint them, you can have pretty nails too” you mutter and look at him with a huge grin plastered on your face. His eyes quickly meet yours, his eyebrows raised and he lets out a breathy laugh. “You mean like right now? Won’t it take forever to dry though? How am I gonna piss or eat or anything?” Your face dropped as he finished his sentence and you grabbed his face, shaking him gently. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so cute” you coo sarcastically, “I’ll use my gel polish so you don’t have to wait for it to dry. Plus, I know your ass wouldn’t sit still long enough without fucking it up.”

He gave you a chaste kiss and tossed the comforter back, getting out of your bed. His toned back faced you as he rummaged around the clothes trail you had left from your previous X-rated escapades. Getting up and tugging on a pair of sweats and a shirt, you hear Joel's footsteps get closer to you and soon enough his arm wraps around your neck, your chin resting in the crook of his elbow. His lips press against the crown of your head repeatedly, “You’re so beautiful, lil lady.”

Your eyes closed in happiness and tapped his arm to get him to quiet down. “Flattery won’t get you out of this.” You wiggled out of his arm and squatted down in front of your shelf full of knickknacks and random shit you’ve collected over the years. Digging through your container of gel polish, you hold up one to Joel’s eyesight, “Do you like this one?”

“Mmmm no, pick anything but that one.” he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants as he watched you rummage through the bottles until you settled on one and grabbed the rest of what you needed. “I’m so excited to do this with you baby!” your voice carried down the hall as you sprinted to the kitchen, immediately setting all your stuff out on the table. You pull the chair out for Joel to sit in as you pat the back of it eagerly, practically dragging him to the seat. “Oh I’m sorry Ma’am, was I not movin fast enough for ya?” He jokes as you take the seat across from him and start filing his nails, shaping them before you push his cuticles back and buff the tops of his nails. Your tongue poked out between your lips in complete focus. Trying not to hit his skin with the rough grit. “Ouch!” He hollered as he yanked his hand back quickly and you dropped the file, apologizing profusely. Joel quickly busts out laughing and holding his stomach as his eyes are squeezed shut, his laugh echoing off the walls. “Baby, Baby I’m sorry I won’t do it again, promise. I’m done” he begs and puts his hand back in yours after kissing your knuckles softly. “You’re an ass, I thought I cut you! Don’t do that, jerk face.” You tried hiding a grin but it was no use and soon your laugh was escaping your lips.

You brushed his nails off with the soft bristle nail brush before wiping them down with alcohol, and painted the base gel on one hand at a time and set them under the UV lamp for 120 seconds.

“I hope you don’t mind this color, but I thought it’d be cute if we matched”

“Yeah Sugar, I don’t mind black. It’s sexy, I think it’ll look good on me.” He seemed all for it until you glanced up at him with your lips pressed together holding back a giggle. “Black? Who said black? Are you forgetting I have two colors on my nails?” His smile dropped instantly when he realized he was not getting black nails.

“Hunny...really?”

“What? I think it’s cute!”

He watched as the sparkly pink gel polish quickly coated his thumb nail, contrasting against his beautiful tan skin. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he rhetorically asked and just shook his head, chuckling. “Oh shut up, you love me” you muttered as you put his hand under the lamp once again but for sixty seconds this time. He just stared at you in awe, a small glimmer in his eye. “You’re amazin, sweet girl. You’re my world.” The lamp turned off and the blue glow disappeared from his face but his smile was still there. “Oh, stop you don’t mean that” you stated and started on his other hand. He took the nail polish brush from your hand and put it back in the bottle, getting your attention. You looked back up at him and his face was serious this time. “Darlin’ I mean every word I tell you. You’re so special to me, you truly are my world. If I didn’t mean that do you think you’d be paintin’ my nails this sparkly ass pink color?” His head tilted to the side as he could see it clicking in your head he was being truthful.

“Well it’s about time you started catchin up to me. I’ve liked you longer than you have me, but it’s okay I’ll let it slide since you’ve come to your senses it seems.” You joked and grabbed the brush again, finishing his hand before setting it under the lamp again for sixty seconds. “Alright now, smart ass. Don’t get bratty on me now”

The last step was putting the top coat on which was fast, and Joel watched closely at the lights on the lamp as the timer counted down. He pulled his hand out when it shut off and he held them up in front of his face to admire your work. “Fuckin’ amazing baby doll, how much do I owe ya?” You stood up gathering your trash and he tugged you onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist. Joel's hands slithered around to your ass and gave you a pat as he kissed you.

“How much do I owe you, baby? Cmon, I wanna pay you for your hard work. Fifty dollars? A Hundred?” Your hand covered his mouth and you shook your head no. “Nothing baby. I don’t want your money. Just put those pretty fingers to use again and we’ll be even, how's that sound?” You questioned and that damn smirk grew on his lips, agreeing that’s fair.

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who’s excited for marius to have a terrible, terrible time! you are, surely! thank you to @moosefries for beta reading the fic, and @transbot-brian for the original idea! I hope you enjoy what I’ve done with it! as always, this marius angst fic can be read here on ao3, or below the cut of his very post! if you enjoy it, I would love to hear your thoughts!

“So, how are you feeling?” Marius asked, pulling out his notebook and pen. He liked having the notebook, it made him feel professional and important.

The man fidgeted uncomfortably, digging his nails into his leg.

“Bad. Really bad,”

Marius put on his Sympathetic Face, and started scribbling something in his notebook.

“And why do you think you feel this way?”

“It hurts, it hurts, and it makes me do things I don’t want to do,”

Marius looked up from his careful drawing of a flower. The man was rocking himself gently, and beginning to cry.

“What is ‘it’?” Marius asked with interest.

“Who are you, anyway? And why are you asking these questions? Go away,” The man’s voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.

“What is ‘it’?” Marius asked again.

“Go away, go away, go away,” he repeated like a mantra to ward off Marius, clutching his head with both hands.

Marius stood from his plastic chair and reached out to touch his hand comfortingly, but the man stood with a sudden surge of energy and with a scream of animalistic fury he pounced on Marius, shoving him prone on the dirt. Marius yelped in surprise and instinctively held up his arms to protect himself as the man raked his fingernails across Marius’ arm and sank his teeth deep into the flesh of Marius’ left shoulder, drawing dark blood almost immediately as Marius cried out in pain. Marius punched him with his metal arm and he reeled back, preparing to strike again, when his head abruptly exploded, showering Marius with gore.

Wiping his eyes blearily, he looked up to see Jonny casually holstering his gun.

“It was just getting interesting!” Marius whined. Jonny rolled his eyes.

“What were you even doing, anyway?”

“Getting friendly with the locals!”

Jonny surveyed the mutilated corpse, and Marius, soaked in blood.

“…Right. Well, we’re done here, time to leave,”

“What, already? Can’t I talk to someone else?”

Jonny glanced over his shoulder.

“Good luck with that.”

Marius followed his gaze, and saw the village ablaze.

“I see,”

Jonny offered him his hand, which Marius took, pulling himself up. Marius tucked his notebook into a coat pocket and dejectedly trudged after Jonny.

“You know, no-one’s going to take you seriously if you use that pen.”

Marius uncurled his metal fingers and looked down at his pink unicorn gel pen. At some point it had smashed, and he let the shattered fragments of plastic fall through his fingers and into the dirt.

“Oh,” Marius said quietly.

***

Back on the Aurora, Marius rolled up his sleeve and gingerly poked the bite mark. It had stopped bleeding and seemed to be healing alright, if a little slowly. Marius sighed, running a hand through his blood-soaked hair. He needed a shower, but his shoulder throbbed slightly with pain, and his eyelids were heavy. Maybe just a quick nap first. He removed his monoggle, kicked off his boots and undid his belts, then crawled under the covers of his bed, drifting quickly into unconsciousness.

***

When Marius wakes up, it is dark, and it is quiet, and something feels… off. The silence is not calm or comforting, it is tense, and apprehensive.

Something shifts in the blackness. He stifles a whine of fear and tries to stay very still, hoping whatever it is, it hasn’t noticed him yet. In the far corner of his room, a long, thin shape detaches from the darkness and slithers towards him, a hundred legs moving and skittering across the ceiling. As it approaches, it becomes more distinct. It is segmented and chitinous, nearly twice as long as he is tall, and as thick as his head.

Marius tries to keep his breathing even as it curls its head off the ceiling and lowers towards him, mouthparts clicking ominously. He whines in fear as a feeler brushes lightly against his face, and as though he has grazed a tripwire, it lunges for him with terrifying speed, its jaws clamping around his shoulder with vicious force.

***

Marius cried out as he awoke, his legs shaking as he climbed out of bed. He could see the room clearly; he hadn’t thought to turn off the light when he went to bed. No monsters, insectoid or otherwise. He sat down heavily on the end of his bed. There had been a stabbing pain in his shoulder since he woke up, and he pulled his sweat-soaked sleeve up. There was no new injury, of course, only the bite of the man from earlier, but it had swollen and was tinged slightly with green. He probably should have disinfected it. He rummaged through the loose pills in his coat pockets and pulled one out. He squinted at it. It was probably a painkiller. He put it in his mouth for safekeeping and wandered to the kitchen. His hands shook as he poured out a glass of water, and downed the drink and pill in one go.

“I thought I heard someone sneaking around,” Ashes said from behind him and he flinched, nearly dropping the glass. He set it down by the sink and turned to see Ashes, who was leaning in the doorframe with an inquisitive smile.

“Marius, you’re covered in blood. You can’t go to bed like that. Have a shower,”

Marius shrugged vaguely, avoiding eye contact. Ashes waited for a few moments, then, apparently realising Marius didn’t have any intention to move, gently took him by the arm and tugged him behind them as they led him to the bathroom in their room. Marius walked resignedly to the shower.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off first?”

That had not occurred to Marius.

“I won’t look,” they reassured him quickly, turning their back on him to prove their point.

Marius sighed slightly and took off his bloodstained clothes and stepped into the shower, turning it on. He stood under the spray for several long minutes, zoned out and watching the red-tinged water swirling down the drain. The water was warm and comforting, and though the bright bathroom light hurt his eyes, he felt safer.

Though he felt too exhausted to do anything, eventually he picked up the soap. He knew he would feel better if he was clean. Slowly, lethargically, he worked the shampoo into his hair, carefully untangling his bloody, matted hair, and gently scraping the dried gore from his skin.

He turned off the water and stepped out, immediately feeling the chill on his skin. He dried himself off and the towel came away tinged red. He noticed Ashes had taken his dirty clothes and left him a pair of his own pyjama trousers and a t-shirt that was presumably theirs. He dressed quickly. The t-shirt was huge on him, nearly reaching his knees, and the text on the front read ARSON IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER. He breathed a small laugh and walked through the door connecting the bathroom onto Ashes’ bedroom. They were sitting in their bed, looking at him, presumably having been waiting for him. Marius felt slightly guilty for taking so long.

“It’s late, you should sleep,” Ashes said.

Marius shook his head.

“Why not?”

Marius shrugged, staring at his hands and biting his lip.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Marius nodded slowly.

“Do you… do you want to sleep in my bed?”

Marius looked up, briefly making eye contact with Ashes. Their look was one of concern, and the offer seemed genuine. Marius nodded, and Ashes patted the bed next to them. Marius slipped under he covers with them and allowed Ashes to pull him towards them, hugging him from behind. They fell asleep quickly, but despite how much safer Marius felt with Ashes, he couldn’t stop staring into the foreboding darkness, unable to shake the feeling that something was looking back.

***

When Marius woke up, something felt out of place. The world was slightly fuzzy around the edges, and it had taken on a sort of dreamlike quality. Was he dreaming? He didn’t think so. Though he had washed, he still felt distinctly unclean.

Ashes had him in a tight, suffocating grip, and he squirmed out of their hold. They were still asleep. Marius wandered back to his own room, and it occurred to him that his shoulder wasn’t hurting. The painkiller should have worn off by now. Probably it had healed, like usual. Maybe… maybe he’d check though, just in case. He pulled up his sleeve.

He thought it might have faded a little more, but it was still there, and still slightly green. The swelling and gone down, though, and when he gently poked it, he felt… nothing. He frowned, and prodded it harder. Nothing. He pinched the skin next to the wound so hard it bled slightly, but he still couldn’t feel anything. It, and the skin around, was completely numb.

He took deep breaths to choke down the rising panic. The wound was infected, and it had been well over twelve hours but it hadn’t improved, when it should have healed in a matter of minutes. Okay. So the logical solution here was to cut out the infected part his mechanism was struggling to deal with, and let his mechanism handle regrowing his flesh. Easy.

He walked to his doctor’s surgery. It was covered in a thin layer of dust - when was the last time he had used it? No matter. He lay on the table, pulled up his sleeve, and picked up a heavy meat cleaver. He ran the tip along his skin gently, feeling for the numb sections. He choked down a whimper as he realised he would have to cut off his entire left arm to remove the infected region.

He lined up the blade carefully.

-he screamed as he lay in the dirt, alone-

He breathed a deep, steadying breath.

-Byron cried out in horror at his missing arm, gone forever-

Marius raised the blade.

-he was alone, and afraid, and without his mecha, in a war-zone-

He let the blade fall, swinging it down.

-Byron crawled desperately, one armed and bleeding out, maybe if he could just reach KISMET it would be alright-

The blade clanged uselessly against the metal of the table, leaving him unharmed, and Marius dropped the blade and rolled off the table and onto his feet. He curled up on the floor and quietly cried. He couldn’t do it, he- he wouldn’t do it.

He breathed shakily. That was fine. His mechanism would handle it. It was fine. He stood up and rinsed the blood off the shallow cuts the sharp blade had left. They had healed almost instantly, and there was no trace they had ever been there. He noticed with a stab of guilt that a few spots of blood had got on Ashes’ t-shirt. He should probably give it back.

He wandered vaguely back towards Ashes’ room.

Something large flicked past him in the corner of his vision, and Marius thought he caught a glimpse of iridescent insect shell. He grabbed it in his metal hand and crushed it, with a squelching crunch. Just a normal octokitten. Dead. No shell, just a bloody mass of bone fragments and oozing flesh.

He dropped it in horror. Why… why did he do that? He hurried away.

“Marius! Good morning! I was wondering where you went,” Ashes said.

“Hey,” Marius said awkwardly, trying to muster up some of his usual cheerful energy, and failing. “I, uh- I came to give your shirt back.”

“Nah, keep it. It looks cute on you,”

Marius didn’t know what they meant - it didn’t fit at all, and he thought it wasn’t particularly flattering, but, well. He wasn’t going to argue.

“Are you alright?” Ashes asked.

Marius shrugged noncommittally and mumbled something unintelligible. His skin prickled with discomfort slightly. He didn’t think he wanted to be here anymore. His head ached and he couldn’t think straight, he didn’t want to talk, or answer difficult questions.

He walked out and wandered down the corridors of the Aurora, not sure where he was going, taking random turns and not paying attention to where his steps were taking him. He was probably going to get lost. Maybe he wanted to get lost.

Rounding a corner, he came face to face with Jonny.

“You’re so stupid,” Jonny said, but the words didn’t quite line up with his lips. “You’re so stupid and useless. What is the point of you?”

Marius backed away, trying not to show his fear, and failing. Jonny looked at him with what might’ve been concern, as he came closer.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” he said, voice full of disgust. His lips were out of sync with the words, and Marius didn’t know what this was but he knew something was very, very wrong, and he bolted. Jonny didn’t try to follow.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,

It felt like it was coming from everywhere, echoes getting louder and louder with each repetition. Marius ran faster,

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID,

Marius stumbled to a stop and clamped his hands over his ears, curling up in a ball on the ground.

Jonny touched his shoulder lightly.

“Marius?” he said, voice concerned and confused. The chanting stopped as abruptly as it had started. Marius lowered his hands cautiously.

“Marius, are you okay?”

“‘m fine,” he said unconvincingly, standing up and forcing a smile.

“Marius, what’s going on?”

Hurt him, a voice in the back of his head said. Hurt him so he won’t bother you anymore. Marius wasn’t sure he wanted to do that, and he backed away.

“Why are you acting so weird?” Jonny asked, backing Marius into the wall.

“Leave me alone,” Marius half-whispered.

“Marius-“

Marius punched him with his metal arm, and Jonny let out a shout of surprise. Marius wanted to stop there, wanted to run, but as though driven forward by some unseen force, he walked to where Jonny had been knocked to the ground, and punched him. Again and again his fist rained down on him, bones audibly breaking beneath every blow. When he finally pulled back, Jonny was a bloodied mess, and dead. He hadn’t meant to do that. Marius ran.

Once he felt far enough away he could pretend it wasn’t his problem, Marius slowed to a walk. What was going on? He looked at the black and silver metal of his hand, still soaked with quivering blood and gore. He supposed hurting people was what they did.

As he walked, the shadows seemed to become starker. From every crack and crevice, black, shifting liquid dripped, and the dark edges where wall met floor gently oozed their darkness across the floor.

Marius tried to go back, but all along the corridor in both directions, the blackness streaked down the walls and pooled on the floor.

That was… definitely bad. Marius tried to walk faster but his feet skidded out from under him and suddenly he was lying on the floor, at eye level with the shifting darkness, that he saw now was not liquid, had never been liquid, and he desperately stumbled to his feet to get away from the slithering, skittering horde of thousands upon thousands of tiny black insects, crawling over every surface. They swarmed towards him and began to crawl up his legs and Marius ran, but there were more and more until he was wading through the thick carpet of insects that were up to his calves, his waist, his torso, and then they were swarming onto his face and his scream was muffled through the insects that filled his mouth as soon as he opened it, and as he choked his vision slowly went dark.

***

Marius woke up lying on the floor in the middle of the corridor, which was as clean and empty as it had ever been. Had he passed out? He touched the back of his fingers to his forehead. Warm, but not enough to conclusively say whether he had a fever.

A murmuring approached and Marius scrambled backwards as something that wore Tim’s coat and carried Tim’s gun rounded the corner. It was not Tim. It looked, in many aspects, like Tim, but its face was like it had been carefully wiped clean, with only the slightest dark indents where its eyes should have been, no nose, and no mouth. The murmuring of soft, indistinct, overlapping voices seemed to come from the air around it, the sound increasing in volume as it approached.

Marius’ breathing was laboured as he stumbled to his feet. There was a slight shift in the tone of the whispers and suddenly dozens of voices whispered Marius over and over, blurring together into a wall of sound, and then Marius was running again and the thing that was not Tim reached out a hand that seemed far too large and heavy for the body that housed it as it staggered after him, as though drunk.

“Marius, you’re sick,” a distorted voice said, as though they were speaking through several feet of water. Ashes reached for him, their skin melting from their bones. The hand that gripped his shoulder was skeletal and dripped a thick, fleshy liquid and Marius flinched back and tried to run again, but then he screamed in agony as bullets began to slam into his body, the thing that was not Tim aiming its rifle carefully, and then a bullet tore through his brain and then there was nothing.

***

Marius drifted through the void, his body no more corporeal than smoke. He floated apathetically as his mind seemed to unspool and reform, elaborate, intricate shapes collapsing into a knotted mess. The blackness shifted around him, as though the pitch was something alive, the fabric of space stretching and twisting as it breathed, a pulsing heartbeat releasing gentle shockwaves from his chest.

There was something wrong here. Gossamer strands tangled with the fabric of his being, and spores drifted on the breeze. As he began to awake, the fragile space folded up within him, the abyss as much a part of him as his own body.

***

Marius awoke on the floor. It was dark, and he was alone. The metal floor was cold beneath him, and he could feel the dried blood pulling on his skin as he moved. His joints ached; how long had he been lying there? He stood with a grunt of effort to investigate his surroundings. He was in a smallish rectangular room, a few metres in each direction, or he thought so, anyway. The lines seemed to twist and blur as he looked at them, and his head throbbed painfully.

There was a soft click and a door he could’ve sworn wasn’t there before opened. Marius cringed away but there was nowhere to run as a creature with too many teeth and and mouths in places they shouldn’t be clicked its many jaws together menacingly, as though expectant. Marius tried to punch it but it dodged easily. It grabbed him and dragged him through the doorway.

There were so many colours and lights twisting and shifting and Marius’ head spun as he tried to remember which way was down and which way was away from the thing that still gripped his flesh arm in a vice-like hold, then it was lifting him off the ground and his back slammed onto a metal examination table.

Marius screamed and thrashed as he was pinned down, his wrists and ankles strapped in place, and ripped his metal hand free as though tearing tissue paper. It was no use though, as a shadowy, many-limbed creature that smiled hungrily at him and stared with a wide-eyed unblinking gaze clambered on top of him and held down his hand with an iron grip, and wrapped its hand around his jaw so Marius couldn’t move his head at all. His cries of fear were muffled by its long, powerful fingers, and Marius squeezed his eyes tightly shut, whimpering into the creature’s hand. It held him there for a very long time.

Eventually, he was allowed to move again, and the creature dragged him back to the room, and Marius whined in fear as a lock clicked shut and he was left alone in the dark once more.

***

“Did you get what you wanted from the scan?” Brian asked. He was slumped against the wall, exhausted.

“Oh, yes!” Raphaella chirped. “It’s so interesting! I think I’ll probably need a blood sample to be sure of what we’re working with though.”

Brian groaned in frustration burying his face in his hands.

“I don’t want to help you restrain him again,” Brian said. “I won’t do it. I won’t.” Brian dropped his hands and glared at her. “Did you see the way he looked at me? He was terrified, Raphaella, he looked at me like he thought I was going to hurt him. No. I won’t help you.”

“Aww, did someone flip your switch?” she asked condescendingly, as though talking to a child.

Brian shoved her away harshly when she tried to check, but not before she noticed with some surprise that he was still assuredly in ends-justify-means.

“Stop bickering, what does the scan show?” Ashes said, tapping their foot impatiently.

“The results look consistent with a fungal parasite affecting the brain, though I cannot identify the species,” Ivy said thoughtfully.

“Yes! It’s fascinating! We should study its effects on him!” Raphaella’s wings fluttered slightly in excitement.

“How do we make him better?” Ashes asked.

“I’ll make him better eventually, we might as well have some fun first though!”

“How. Do we make him. Better?” Ashes growled, shoving her against the wall by the throat.

“I- will tell you- if you let me go-“ she rasped, struggling to breathe.

Ashes let her go and her knees buckled slightly, leaving her leaning against the wall.

“I don’t know.” she admitted quietly.

“What the hell do you mean, you don’t know?”

“We don’t get sick! Our mechanisms are supposed to handle it, this isn’t supposed to happen, this is never supposed to happen! We don’t know what this is, or how it’s powerful enough to resist destruction! There’s a lot we can try, but I have no idea what will work. Our advantage is our immortality - so we can just cut away or even incinerate the areas of highest concentration without worrying about damage to Marius, but that won’t get all of it. Maybe his mechanism will deal with the remaining lower concentration areas, but maybe it won’t! It didn’t the first time, why should it now? What else are are we supposed to do? Inject him with huge volumes of anti-fungal medicine and hope his mechanism doesn’t destroy that before it even reaches the fungus? Burn his entire body until all that’s left of him is his arm, and pray he grows back correctly? I don’t know, Ashes! I don’t know what to do!”

Raphaella stopped shouting and breathed shakily.

“What if we go too far? What if he dies for real?” She let herself slide down the wall until she was sitting on the floor at Ashes’ feet.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said again, a damp sheen forming on her eyes.

“I heard you could treat fungal infections with a course of anti-fungal medication,” Brian said reasonably.

“With this level of fungus? Good fucking luck,”

“Then we cut away the most infected regions first, then give him anti-fungal medicine. And if that doesn’t work, we can try more… aggressive methods.”

Raphaella exhaled heavily.

“Okay,” she said, pushing herself up to standing. “Okay. Are you going to help?”

“Yes, I will assist in whatever will directly result in Marius getting better.” Brian replied.

“Good.”

***

Again came the click that heralded the return of the creatures. Marius scrambled back into a corner, trying to get as far away as he could, but there was nowhere to run as they entered. Dozens of disembodied hands pinned him against the wall and he screamed as a being made of spikes inserted a long, thin finger into his flesh arm. He felt a spreading coldness as it drew back. He struggled weakly as the coldness spread through him and his vision gradually grew dark.

***

Ashes cradled Marius’ limp body gently as they carried him to Raphaella’s vivisection table.

“Could we not have sedated him the first time?” Brian asked irritably.

“I uh, didn’t think of that,” Raphaella admitted. “His mechanism will probably destroy the sedative soon anyway, it won’t last long.”

Ashes laid him down on the table carefully.

“How are you going to do this?”

“Well, I’m no professional, so like this!” Raphaella said cheerily.

“What?” Brian said. “Hey, wait, WHAT THE-“

Thud.

Raphaella’s axe neatly severed the top of Marius’ head from his body with a wet crunch, and she threw it in the bin. Blood spurted everywhere like a bad horror film, and she was quickly soaked up to the elbows.

She looked up to see Ashes and Brian clutching each other’s shirts in shock. They let go quickly when she noticed. She smiled encouragingly at them and scooped out the rest of his brain with her hand, cutting it away from the base of his skull with a butcher’s knife.

“Hold his sleeve out of the way,” she told Ashes.

With some trepidation, they did so, revealing the green, festering wound. Raphaella carefully lined up the axe, then swung.

Thud.

Marius’ left arm fell to the ground, twitching slightly. Setting the axe aside, she drew some powerful anti-fungal medicine from a vial into a syringe, then carefully injected it into his remaining arm.

“And now, you wait,” she said. “It’ll probably be a while before he’s healed enough to wake up. I’m going to play with chemicals.” With that, she walked out, taking the arm with her.

Ashes and Brian watched her leave.

“You should get some rest,” Ashes said. “I’ll stay here.”

Brian considered disagreeing, but Ashes’ tone brooked no argument.

“Thank you,” he said, and left.

Ashes settled into a chair, and waited.

***

Marius woke up in Ashes’ bed. He knew it by smell, he hadn’t dared open his eyes yet. He curled up slightly, burying himself under the covers even more, and exhaled slowly. His head felt clearer than it had in a while.

He dared to experimentally crack an eye open. As he had thought, he was in Ashes’ bedroom. The world around him seemed sharp and defined, far from the swirling colours he had been growing accustomed to.

“Marius!” Ashes said, entering the room. “You’re awake! How do you feel? Better? Are you okay now? Is it over?”

Marius swallowed uncomfortably. He felt better, yes. He did not feel okay, not at all. Was it over? He hoped so. He really, really hoped so. He looked at Ashes, hoping his eyes would convey what his words could not.

They reached for him, and he flinched away. Their hand froze mid-air, and after a moment they withdrew, a look of hurt on their face. Marius felt a pang of guilt and grabbed their hand, gently tugging it. Ashes looked at him questioningly, then, seeming to understand, slid under the covers with him.

He rested his head on their chest, and Ashes wrapped their arms around him. For now, they were together, and they were safe.

#the mechanisms #my fanfiction #marius von raum #doors.txt

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Cam Girl Y/N

so i’ve fallen for it… i like the idea of Y/N being a cam girl….

im gonna be using Beidou, Miko, Yoimiya, Yanfei, Hu Tao and Ganyu all with a fem reader

so there’s…… well smut, cursing, temperature play, drinking, vision usage, pet play/roleplaying, anal play, spanking, blinding and blindfolds, bondage, voyeurism, recording… yeah that should be all. by clicking ‘keep reading’ you know the triggers and contents of this, therefore… it’s kinda not my problem anymore lol, unless i forgot to put a trigger ⭐️

🔴 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

“aya! doesn’t she look beautiful? the red ropes are very pretty against her skin!”

Hu Tao ran her manicured nails over the thick red rope that confined you. you yelped from the sudden smack she gave to your ass, making her giggle. she lowered you so the camera could see all of your parts, she pulled back at your cunny’s lips, showing everyone your swollen clit and dribbling hole. you whimpered from the newfound vulnerability you were in, not being able to see or touch anything. the only one in control was Hu Tao

“ ‘pour wax on her’, ‘make her cry’, ‘push a vibrator over her clit’…” Hu Tao read the comments as they pushed past one another. “oh! here’s a good one! ‘do number seventeen on the red list’!”

you could hear her stand up and walk somewhere, a rustling sound could be heard and you chewed your bottom lip, trying to think of what number seventeen could be. then you heard her come back.

“alrighty! now, lovely audience. pick which dildo we should use.” she held up them up for the camera to see. “the pink one with all these ridges, spikes and studs that changes thickness from the base to tip…. or the shiny, iridescent one, that can twist around at the tip…”

you gasped and tried to protest in favor of whichever one you wanted, but they were all caught in your mouth due to the gag. you gave up and anxiously anticipated the results for which one going to be used.

you didn’t hear anything after a few seconds and you had assumed that Hu Tao had just went to grab a lubricant. without any warning, you felt a shove inside your cunny, the gag and blindfold on you becoming undone, letting the camera record your reaction to Hu Tao putting herself snug inside your gummy walls. you whined and tried to look back at her but she smacked your ass, forcing you to keep staring into the camera’s lenses.

“eyes at the camera, now! we want as many people seeing this as we can!”

Hu Tao pumped herself inside you, a devilish grin on her face, her nails digging into your hips and she pulled the strapped dildo all over your insides. you groaned, shaking and making the noises of boar in heat. you heard a giggle from above you, Hu Tao’s hands trailed over your legs and made their way to your clit, dancing over it just to make you squeal more.

“what do you say, everyone? is it time?” Hu Tao turned your face to the camera, letting it’s contenders drink in your ruined look. the comments began flooding with approval for Hu Tao; hearts, dollar signs and roses began floating around the screen from people sending money and tips.

she giggled and raised her hand, it held a small remote with five buttons and a little fidget looking thing. Hu Tao pressed the first and fourth button, then rolled her thumb against the fidget in an upwards motion.

you suddenly felt a circular motion at the end of the dildo; it swirled around your gushy inners, as it it was alive, like a tongue or tentacle. “Oh, Archons!”

you screamed and shook violently as you reached your best orgasm yet, Hu tao turned you so the camera could see your ass, pulled herself out just before your high peaked, and you gushed everywhere, splatters landing right on the lens.

“She’s such a good girl, right everyone?”

🔴𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

“my, my… you certainly love to squirm,” Guuji Yae brushed her gel tips over your quivering body. she looked up at the audience view she had set up, able to see what they could. the upper half of her face was cut off, the only thing the audience could see was her sly grin and you on her lap.

“please, Mistress, pretty please, touch my slutty cunt….” you uttered in between your desperate sobs. she giggled sweetly at your pitiful squeaks, your hands mindlessly reaching out for her.

“so needy, but you know your rules. what does the audience say…?” she tilted her head up to look at the camera. “well, audience members, what do you think, should i touch her?”

people began sending in their opinions and Miko raised her right index finger, “and remember… the higher donation, the more persuasive you are.”

and with that, thousands of donations and tips began flooding the screen, as small as 50$, but the highest was eight hundred thousand mora. Miko gasped and grinned widely. their request was a special one and she was more than happy to comply with.

“oh, Y/N… we have a very special request from a quite generous member.” she lifted you up and turned you so your front was directly in front of the camera, holding you by an arm and using her knees to hold your legs open. you suddenly felt self conscious and you tried to close your legs but Miko plunged her fingers knuckles deep within your pussy. you gasped and cried out abruptly, trying your best to prevent any guttural noises to spill out for the livestream to hear. you suddenly choked on your suppression, a new, foreign feel inside you, prodding at your velvety insides. you screamed and cried, trying to push yourself from Miko’s grasp, but she had you locked in.

all the camera was getting were lavender sparks at your entrance, the comments exploding with positive feedback to their new show. this wasn’t you featuring a special mystery guest; it was Miko inviting herself on the show, into your cunny and using you like you were a regular street whore…. and she was enjoying every minute of it.

“Mik- Mistress! Ah- please!” you squeaked out and oversized droplets began streaming down your face. pun intended

Miko simply giggled and pushed her fingers deeper, making a bicycle motion with them, pushing more electro into your body. a screech ripped itself from your core, your entire body shaking from it; Miko held you down from the sudden vibrating you were emitting, all with a sweet laugh.

she dropped your active limbs, letting you slump over. as you caught your breath from the experience, you saw Miko summon an electro kitsune and send it to retrieve the camera. it pulled it up to her whole face, a devious smirk on her face.

“I had so much fun being on Y/N’s show! i think i’ll come back… maybe become a recurring guest.”

as the comments and live chat imploded with exclaimation of the secret guest revealing herself, she held up her fingers coated in your juices, placing them in her mouth and suckling on them. she took them out with a pop and waved goodbye before turning off the camera.

ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘❤️

“so… how’s this supposed to work?”

you smiled at the camera, introducing yourself like always and then Yoimiya; she waved and scooted closer to the camera.

“first, we’re just gonna relax and talk for about five minutes or so, then we can ease into what my subscribers pay for!” you said and she nodded. the two of you immediately began chatting, talking about your camming, Naganohara Fireworks and so much more. soon the topic of masturbation came up and you began to slowly inch your way to Yoimiya.

“hey, Y/N~! i know you’re getting closer to meeee!” she grinned, trying not to blush, “if you wanted to kiss me, you just had to ask-! mf!”

you pressed your lips on Yoimiya’s, pushing her down to the bed with ease. she squeaked in surprise, trying her best to not look like a rookie on camera, so she grabbed hold your neck with a gentle grasp. you paused from your kiss and grinned at her newfound boldness to the situation. you sat up, keeping a good portion of your weight on her lower half, turning yourself around to face her legs.

“i’m sure we know my favorite part of this line of work…” you grinned at the camera, leaning down toward Yoimiya’s bottom half. you flipped her gown up and pushed her panties to the side. “lemme know if i’m too much, k’?”

Yoimiya giggled and nodded, giving you the go ahead to suction cup onto her clit. you swirled your tongue over her entrance, trying to make her secrete as much of her essence as possible. she immediately began singing for you and your camera; broken moans and cries pulled out from her chest as you continued to suckled on her nub of sensitive nerves.

“oh, fuck- Y/N! that’s a- AH!” Yoimiya let out a glass shattering scream, an orgasm being ripped, or sucked rather, right out of her. her legs began to shake from the immensely overstimulating pleasure.

“hey, hey, you’re warming me up!” you sat up, looked back at the post-orgasmic blondie, patting her on her thighs. she blinked and apologized, taking her warmed hands off your midsection. “it’s alright, just watch your vision”

she nodded and you turned to the camera, “y’know i think she’s more than ready to- oh!”

yoimiya pulled your own underwear down, pushing your pussy right onto her face. she immediately got to work on making you squirm, locking you in place with her hands on your ass.

you whimpered and pulled to lift yourself away from her head but to no avail, she had you completely locked on her head as she sucked, nipped and licked at your sopping wet entrance.

“ooooh, archonssss… i had no idea- Oh shit..!” you gasped and lowered yourself onto her stomach as she continued to eat your pretty pussy out

🔴𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖

you giggled as Yanfei played with her artificial tail. she rolled over and curled up, smiling at the camera sweetly.

“y’know, having a tail ain’t half bad, Y/N!” she said and sat up in a W-position. “i can see why you like brushing yours.”

you nodded and turned to the live stream, “i hope you like my anniversary gift, everyone. remember that special members that pay extra monthly get special photos of me and Yanfei like this. and new subscribers get one special photo of us!”

the chat began blowing up with approval, Yanfei giggled but then her face went red. “user ‘DiamondDick637’, what a… detailed request…”

you saw their comment, along with a pending tip of 75,000 mora if you fulfilled their request making your eyes widened. you pounced on Yanfei, pinned her down like a mere mouse and gave the camera your signature sultry look.

“with a tip like that~meow~ i just have to do that quest… mora is mora, yanfei.” you grinned devillishly and began to nip and peck at Yanfei’s skin, twirling her faux tail around. you managed to get a few mewls and whines from her as you slowly pulled the tail out of her. then you grew an idea….

“wait!”

you flipped Yanfei so her ass would face the camera, pulling on the tail, soon anal beads began popping out of Yanfei; the more beads that came from her, more whines she made. until you decided to shove them right back in there, making her scream in what sounded like unexpected pleasure. you giggled at the girl’s reaction, giving her a few slaps on her right cheek.

“she’s a good kitty, right?” you grinned sweetly at the camera, watching the tips rack up, soon, a bell went off, cheering to congratulating you and your fans.

“oh my, oh my! you’ve all donated five hundred thousand mora for this stream! that means an incentive is in order…” you peeked at Yanfei, recovering from her recent anal prodding. “how about…”

you reached down and lifted up a silk sack, opened it and pulled out a squishy, translucent double ended dildo, one side a deep pink with green veins going down, the other a bright, glittery yellow with deep blue veins. you plugged the yellow side into yourself with the ease of professionalism, then turned yanfei over so her front was toward the ceiling. you pulled out the tail and popped the pink side into her anus, making her cry out from the switch you made without a warning. you giggled at her reaction and sat on her, wiggling your hips to make her side of the toy grind into her.

“there we go! a nice lil’ grind sesh… it’ll be so much fun, Yanfei…”

you pushed yourself into Yanfei and began to shake you hips to gain a sort of friction; soon you started having a normal conversation with you fans, like it was a normal episode of your show, looking down at Yanfei’s fucked out and desperate face. she could barely feel the toy moved as you had orgasm after orgasm, it merely inched in and out of her so her build up was far slower than yours. you enjoyed yourself on Yanfei, having your dominant fun with her, but she had soon grown tired of the teasing and flipped the both of you over.

“it’s my turn to talk to the people now, Y/N.”

and then Yanfei began going at an alarmingly fast pace, faster that you were with her. you could only feel a sixth of what she was feeling, grabbing one of your thighs as leverage to grind on your lower half.

you tried to keep a calm aura but it all fell out the window once Yanfei reached down and began playing with your ears. you grabbed at her wrists, trying to keep her from exploiting your weakness but it was too late. you already began mewling and keening from the way Yanfei’s fingers swiped over the tips of your flickering ears. you pulled the girl a bit closer to her and began tweaking her nipple; her wails began growing in pitch, a desperate look developing over her face.

soon the both of you began crying out in pure pleasure, letting yourselves get lost in each other’s teasing, but it soon turned into a mutual masturbation of sorts

🔴𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

you whimpered and mewled as the toy sloshed against your walls. you looked toward the camera, giggling sweetly as more and more bids and bets flooded the screen. ganyu lifted her ass up and pulled her left lip away for the lens to focus in on her. a little mouse shaped toy buzzed around in her pussy, the tail of it flipping around. you grinned at her idea and lifted your own ass, showing everyone that you had a handheld vibrator right on your entrance, it’s end kissing your clit with every shake.

you and Ganyu decided to have a bet, which was just as surprising you as it was to your viewers since Ganyu had only been on the show twice before. the bet was to see who had the most explosive orgasm out of the two of you. people could make bids and bets on who would win, and if they had bet on the winner, they would get special exclusive pictures of said winner. the people who had bid on the losing girl would get 60% of their money back, a guarantee from you.

Ganyu’s moans began growing in pitch, becoming more languid and drawn out, her face scrunched up in anticipation and soon the catcall of her high pitched whine rippling from her mouth let you know she had orgasmed. her legs began to shake, soon falling to her side to try and regain some of herself. just watching her little performance made your high peak, you splashed all over the toy, making a mess all over your inner thighs, the bed and the floor. you groaned from the intense relapse and sat up, looking at the camera and then Ganyu.

the adeptus had a rather disappointed and pouty look on her face and you decided you didn’t even care about the bet anymore, you just wanted to entertain your fans.

you flipped her and spread Ganyu’s legs wide enough to see her puffy pussy. then you placed the shaking vibrator down on her clit, then you sat on that, making a sex toy sandwich. Ganyu cried out in the unprecedented move you’d just made, her thighs and hips immediately starting to rattle. you moaned and threw your head back to the ceiling with a satisfied smile, grinding yourself on that toy; you never felt a stimulation like this, it was so much different than your usual tribbing and you definitely weren’t complaining.

“Y-Y/N!! ugh- ahhh!” Ganyu squealed like an injured boar, another orgasm ripping its way out of her. you giggled but soon reached another high of you own; you began bouncing on the toy as you drenched it with your fluids.

🔴𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

you sighed with a grin on your face as you got off your chair and bent down in front of Beidou’s legs.

you were hosting a little livestream with the captain of the Crux Fleet herself, playing a drinking game. someone in the chat sends in money and gives a dare. you have the option to do the dare and accept the money or don’t do the dare and give back 75% or give back 50% and take a shot… with the audiences choice of liquor. of course the fans can send in some donations for their questions to be answered, but if the question is too personal, they get their money back in full.

you were just given the dare to either eat out Beidou to completion or drink Fire Water from Snezhnaya and there was no way you were gonna take a liquid punch to the gut whilst loosing 500,000 mora.

you swirled your tongue around Beidou’s clit, wetting it enough to take in your mouth and suckle on. Beidou continued having her conversation with one the fans, telling a story on how you two once ended up cornered by treasure hoarders when you were children. she was recounting the amount of hoarders and began describing how you two pulled your way outta that situation.

“yeah, yeah! there was like fifteen of ‘em and we only had poorly made weapons. that’s when- ah!” she paused in her story, a few moans cutting her off. you began to tongue fuck the captain, flicking the end of your pink appendage against her spongy sensitive spot. she choked on a gasp and then cleared her throat, trying to suppress her reactions to your tongue exploring her cunt like she had treasure.

she tried to continue her story, but it kept getting cut off by gasps and cries of pleasure. you giggled at the faltering woman, she looked down at you and smirked.

“fuck it.” she gritted and took hold of your head, pressing it into her pussy, grinding herself on you for a release. you gave a mumbled scream of surprise but that only seemed to egg her on since she developed a tighter grip on your hair… so you decided to help her out. you moaned and licked languid stripes over her hole and clit, lusting over her lavish pussy juices.

Beidou cried out and squeezed her legs around you so tight you could barely breathe. once she let go, you began to choke on the flood of fluids she’d given you while she desperately sucked down oxygen.

“fuck… i need a shot just from that.” you reached toward a small cup of sake and just before you dropped it into your mouth, you caught a glimpse of the screen. you grinned and quickly relayed the request to Beidou. she sat up and happily obliged, taking the shot from you and replaced it with the whole bottle; she lifted the bottle high and poured, the alcohol dribbling into your mouth.

you cupped your tongue and let the liquor pour from your mouth and out over your chin, neck and chest. you tried not to laugh and choke on the drink, taking as many little gulps as you could.

“anddddd there!” beidou poured the last of the bottle and dropped on her knees to your level; she leaned forward and began licking and lapping at the stream of sake, sucking it all off your neck and chest.

“i think we should move to the bed, Y/N..”

you nodded and the two of you began getting up to change the scenery

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