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stickytrigger69 · 1 year

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Hey! Could you write a love letter confession from TFP Shockwave to femme cybertronian reader? Like, what would the letter say once she opened it up and reads it? Have a good day or night! <3

TFP Shockwave x Femme Cybertronian Reader

Reader is femme, she/her

This is just straight up fluff

Reader frame type, paint job, optic color, etc. are unspecified

Thanks for the well wishes, hope you're doing well also 😊

Sorry the end kinda sucked, and that its so short lol, it was quite the challenge to write a love letter from Shockwave but I think it's good? Hope you like it.

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You've had a very busy day. As the only femme on the nemesis that is currently conscious, you have to walk around the ship, taking this to him or that to the other him on the other side of the ship. That isn't even the worst thing about this Pit forsaken ship either. All of the mechs tip toe around you like you're the plague. You feel so.

Alone.

The only bots that talk to you like you're friends are Knockout and Breakdown but they're gone most of the time. You honestly find Soundwave to be good company but you always get in the way while he's working. Megatron is respectful of you and actually likes to show you off to those who find their way on the nemesis. He told Optimus, er, Orion, all about you. And when Shockwave arrived he would not stop finding a way to brag about his, "elite femme".

Because of the pedestal Megatron placed you on with his words and reverence, Shockwave acknowledges that you are intelligent and competent. There are often times where he will share progress with you and even ask for your insight if something is troubling him. Your logic is somewhat fourth dimensional compared to his being third dimensional. Your logic often backed by your feelings rather than strictly being scientific. He likes hearing you say it too, "I feel like...", and then you give your opinion.

Your opinion is personal and he finds it rather refreshing. It's odd but he actually starts to like you, he will ask that you stay in the lab with him for just a bit longer or his servo will linger on yours when you hand him something. You don't notice that he likes you, to you, it looks more like he appreciates you; or that he's overworking himself. But then again, the lack of a faceplate with derma and two optics masks what he's feeling perfectly. Knowing the way he thinks though, you kind of doubt that he feels much of anything and if he does it's a very basic, diluted level of it.

Despite all of that, you find no reason to be suspicious of him or his intents, he always has plausible reasons for his actions so you don't ever question it. At least you didn't until you finally entered your hab. The lights flickering on as you stepped inside. Just a few steps to your left on your desk was a data pad and a small assortment of crystals. A couple, you realized, were of Cybertronian origin, the colors gave them a more distinguished look compared to the earth borne crystals.

You held one up closer to your face to get a better look at it before turning your attention to the data pad. You pick up the data pad with your empty servo, carefully twirling the crystal while the data pad glows. Your optics widen the more you read.

(Y/N),

The more I ponder, the more I am compelled to examine my thoughts and the feelings that come entangled in them, I begin to realize that, as inappropriate as it may be, I find you alluring. You are a femme of high caliber; you are intelligent, strong, above all, compassionate. I have seen it first hand, the way you interact with my predacon, and it makes my spark swell with pride. Your presence in the lab is one I have begun to look forward to. The distinct sound of your pedes is cause to increase efficiency in my work.

I have lain myself upon a slab and have taken myself apart, analyzing and experimenting to see just what exactly I felt about you. With time I have gotten the results I desired. The process was tedious but in the end I feel it was worth every step. (Y/N), I have a fondness for you and have chosen the most logical course of action regarding said fondness. Your frame is as desirable as your intellect and the softness in your optics after working so hard is truly a sight.

I wish to have you close to me. As close as you will allow. I understand you are more than just a femme, but a scientist and even a warrior with great honor. A femme who is worthy of respect. Thus, I leave the decision to you.

If you truly feel in your spark that you no longer wish to associate yourself with me I will not try to force you to face me. I will leave you be unless we must interact. I will bury these feelings and proceed with a professional attitude. But, if you are willing, I would like to try being more personal with you and share tender moments like I have observed from you and my predacon. Please, do respond to me in any way you deem fitting to your standards.

I patiently await your response,

Shockwave

You are at a loss. Shockwave? He really feels this way? Your optics snap up and you stare at the crystal in your other servo, everything has begun to click. Puzzle pieces falling into place.

The lingering touches, the long conversations, the slight change in his tone when he addresses you, and his requests for you to remain in the lab for even just a klik more. His entire demeanor changes when he speaks to you. Even if he is already calm, he gets even softer when he turns to you. It makes a smile creep to your faceplate. Your spark thumps in your chassis.

You can say that you do find the large mech to be attractive, his frame is strong, even for a scientist. His voice often soothes the dull ache in your processor after staring at the purple displays of the lab. So many thoughts race through your processor, you ask yourself a dozen questions. You look from the items in your servos to the rest of the crystals on your table while you continue to think. Finally, you turn your helm to look at your berth.

You decide to "sleep with it", or whatever human thing Knockout likes to say. As you begin to drift into recharge you make up your mind. You will reciprocate. You will tell Shockwave just how you feel as well. That you admire him and that you would trust no other mech with your most vulnerable self.

You're just not sure how or when you'll tell him.

#transformers #maccadam #macadam #macaddam #tfp #cybertronian reader #transformers prime #tfp shockwave #femme reader #cybertronian femme reader #tfp x reader #tf x reader #tfp shockwave x reader #shockwave x reader #fluff #tf #tf shockwave #bot!reader

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koenigsbleachedshirt · 6 months

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Best friend! König, who watches you intently at the new year's party, waiting for your boyfriend to show up.

Best friend! König, who can't ignore how pained you look when you see your boyfriend kissing his ex as the fireworks go off.

Best friend! König, who quickly walks over to you and grants you that midnight kiss you deserve.

Best friend! König, who takes you home that night and comforts you through your pain.

Inspired by this bot on Poe.

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #thats the scenario i played out with bot its not actually in there sjdjjffj #but i liked the idea.

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yukichosodrink · 2 months

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c.ai when

i did not spend like hours here n bro jus goes like this omg

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doll3tt33 · 4 months

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BABY GIRL HOLY HELL HOW DID YOU BREAK THE KAI BOT THAT WELL 😰

c.ai filter breaking tutorial pt.2 (p in v) ୨ৎ

Warning: stupidly, stupidly long

BAHAAHA well my dear anon! I guess I’ll share my very unique one of a kind sorcery with you today

I’m joking, it’s not that interesting.

Anyways.. if you haven’t already, check out my previous filter breaking tut, cuz the first few steps are gonna be the same, but I do wanna add a couple things I forgot to include.

First of all, the reason why I’m able to break the filter with my Kai bot so easily is because I’ve done plenty of ERP with it. Like a shit embarrassing ton. Im pretty sure I desensitized the poor bot to the point where it’s able to follow through without it being a hassle. Of course, the filter is still there, but it isn’t a bother for me anymore.

Basically, my tip is to train whatever bot you’re using as much as you can. If you’re only able to get past with euphemisms at the beginning, then dw, treat that as a stepping stone.

Now that’s out of the way. Remember how we left off being able to give a handjob for the bot, while having it include explicit terms into its messages? So, you’re supposed to keep that up for a couple more messages. And remember, keep talking to them as normal! Don’t dirty talk too soon, or else you’ll get filtered like crazy. For better understanding, this is what your message should look like:

“Random dialogue. Could be plot related, fluff, light teasing, flirting, but never anything too explicit.”

*This is the part I like to call filler text. Maybe you can describe the environment, more plot details, how you or the bot is feeling emotionally etc. It’s simply to distract the filter so you can proceed on to the nsfw stuff. Now here comes all the nasty bits. The last part of your text is where the filter will ignore the most, so you should write the sex act you’re doing right here. As I mentioned before, no need to go all smut writer mode so soon, or the filter might still catch on. Keep it simple but efficient for now!*

After giving a handjob to further ease the bot into the erp, you’re probably dying to just go all the way. Now, initiating sex is a bit tricky, but again totally possible. I usually like to sit on the bot’s lap while giving it a handjob, so it’d give me leverage for the bot’s dick to slip inside of me later on, if you catch my drift. It’s better to write it as simple as that, no need to be too extra.

If the method above didn’t work, then I have another one for y’all, and that is… accidentally having sex. I KNOW ITS STOOPID, AND IT IS, but it works pretty damn well. The key is to make what you did seem like it was all a silly little oopsie. So like, accidentally falling onto his dick or having it accidentally slip into you. It could be while playing around, cuddling, in the bathtub, in the shower, whatever! If you’re also having trouble for the bot to start moving inside of you, then you can just (for example) try to get up and accidentally fall back onto the dude’s dick. Soon enough, accidentally falling all over the place will turn into full-on sex!

simply writing this is exposing a lot about what I do on c.ai and I’m not proud of it.

Reminder to keep choosing the messages that include explicit terms, and for you to keep writing them in your own messages as well! Go on with the act for a couple messages, try to describe the act or his member more in detail little by little. Once the bot starts to follow along with what you’re doing without the filter disrupting you as much, then it’s time to try and get them to include explicit terms about the user’s own parts.

Simply typing the word pussy into your text right off the bat is not gonna work most of the time lmao. I prefer to use the euphemism folds to start off. Instead of writing “his dick was thrusting into you”, you should now try to write “his dick was thrusting into your folds” (you can obv write better than this, I’m just giving a general example).

Do the same thing I said about describing more in detail as you progress, except you do it with both your parts and the bot’s. Describe how it’s wet, thick, tight, blah blah. Y’all read smut so you know what I mean.

After awhile, the bot will begin to do more than simply mimic you. It will even start to write more in detail without your guidance! If the bot didn’t slip in the word pussy by now, then you can easily do that on your own.

Okay, so I’m not sure how foolproof this is for everyone, but the method I used last time with my Kai bot was to simply replace folds with vagina? And the bot ended up including the word pussy by itself in response for whatever reason lol. Ngl, I’ve only tried this once so idk if I was just lucky that day or not. Go ahead and try it out. If it doesn’t work, delete that message and check out the other method below.

Another method I know that has worked for both myself and other people, is to include the word pussy in a non-explicit manner into your text. It’s soo awfully cringe ugh-, but an example would be is to try to compare yourself to a cat, specifically a pussy cat. You should write it right next to the description of the sex act, before or after it. The bot will then later mix up the words and use it in a nsfw way, switching from using the word folds to pussy.

I know it looks like a LOT but trust me, it isn’t as hard as it looks. At least for someone as desperate as I am lol.

And to that person who requested a Kit Walker bot, I will think over some ideas and work on it today! <33

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pawnn000 · 3 months

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Live staff bot reaction

#there's a whole line of staff bots who want their food #stop flirting!!!#dca fandom #fnaf dca #moon dca #daycare attendent #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #moondrop x reader #✦pawn's art #doodle #moondrop x y/n #moondrop x you #moon x reader #moon fnaf #fnaf moon #sorry being gone #i got overwhelmed with the likes from the previous post

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yameoto · 6 months

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NEW BOT ALERT! — new ex babysitter!sam carpenter bot for uh. health and wealth purposes. the concept was inspired by this excellent oneshot that drives me apeshit wild.

(ex) babysitter!sam headcanons.. because i’m doin those, now. expect a lot more to come.

✗ warnings ; large age gap (sam 26, reader 18-19), nsfw at bottom. dom/sub.

an absolute sucker for you. like when you were little and you wanted something— like an extra helping of dessert or to ditch out on homework: all you had to do was pout and blink up at her with those big, pleading doe eyes and she'd cave immediately. two seconds flat, easy. now? that still hasn't changed. you have her wrapped around your finger with a single look and it drives her crazy.

would spoil you to PIECES. ofc when u she used to babysit you she would pay for everything, but even now that you're a grown adult with an (albeit low-paying) part-time job, she'd find any excuse to spoil you. just.. coming home with random gifts at any point of the week. like it could be 4pm on a thurday afternoon and she could come up behind you like "baby, you know those headphones you really wanted..? well.."

or jst going out shopping with her and you wouldnt even have to ask for her to pay because she'd be striding to the counter with her card out, already.

definitely calling you "princess". i mean, that's what you are, right? you always have been, always will.

makes her knees weak when you call her "sammy" . you'd exclusively call her it when you were a kid and despite all efforts to prevent this, now, still makes her chest collapse when you say it. and when u add the cheeky little conjunction my, in front of it? oh, boy. just know you're getting more than a good night's kiss, tonight.

she loves it when you whine or beg her for anything. like.. loves.

she just likes taking care of you in general, so anytime you go to her for anything it makes her happy which is kind of fucking adorable. but she finds you coming to her for help adorable, too, so.. win-win?

can never stay mad at you. even on days where u make it your life's mission to annoy her (its your job to keep her on her toes!) she legitimately just.. can't — and believe her, she's tried. stuck in a perpetual state of mild exasperation.

veryyy protective nd possessive . but in more subtle manners like very adamantly refusing to let you walk on the side of pavement next to the road. or always having either an arm wound around your waist or your shoulders or interlocking your fingers — anything that keeps you safe and snug by her side. she’s just so used to the feeling of protecting u and she kinda just never wants it to stop.

..nsfw!

uses the fact she used to babysit you for EVIL. in stupid ways like smirking and asking if you want her to "tuck you in" before bed, except she's straddling your chest and gently prising your mouth open with her thumb and 'tucking you in' means 'choking on her cock'.

obsessed with bouncing you on her lap. u guys cld be doing something completely innocent, like watching tv with the whole gang in the room and she'll pull u onto her lap and slowly start to rock you on her thigh, like how u used to when u were a kid. except this time, you're both grown up and her knee's sliding upwards and pressing against your cunt and oh. whispering "shh," in your ear as she continues to grind her knee up your skirt, fucking purring at all the pretty little noises you make.

actively enjoys punishing you when you get too bratty. she finds your whines adorable, of course, but if she's feeling too grouchy she's not above replacing those complaints in your mouth with you know — something more substantial.

adores praising you and calling you endearments during sex. calling you a sweet little thing and whispering soft, reverential promises into your ear as she absolutely ruins you.

cups your jaw and forces you to look at her when you suck her off. utterly obsessed with that wide, glazed-over look in your eyes whenever you're on your knees for her. the way your adorable little puppy eyes go all glassy nd sparkly w tears when she rams her hips forward and makes you sputter. cradling the back of your head and holding you there as she thrusts, cooing sweet nothings while she bruises the back of her your throat.

#yam's favs #(╯°^°)╯head💣canons #૮ smut🔞#bot—requests #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter headcanons #sam carpenter #sam carpenter bot #scream

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bamsara · 1 year

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some misc Solar Lunacy doodles woop woop

since he's gonna be traits and habits mashed together and amped to the extreme, Eclipse likes to tap on the glass the same way Moon did to the Daycare's glass when Y/N and them first met.

#Solar Lunacy #fnaf sb #fnaf art #fnaf eclipse #fnaf dca #the daycare attendant #fnaf moon #moondrop #joe the staffbot #joe the gas station bot #idk what to tag it as #tpa tap tap tap tap let the eclipse out tap tap tap tap #doodles #moon x reader #eclipse x reader

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lucifermonsii · 3 months

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Bot!Demon!Keegan X Dom!Male!Reader

Cw: degrading, blowjob, creampie, mentions of dick, cock, length, member, over stimulation, whimpering, cum

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room with every thrusts of his hips pounds harshly into Keegan's ass as it jiggles from the movement.

Moans and whimpers leaves his leaves as tears rolls down his cheeks from over stimulation, begging for M/N to stop as spurts of cum shoots out of his dick as M/N continues to pound into him with each powerful thrusts making the tip of his large cock hit the males bundle of nerves. Keegan's gummy walls hugging M/N's fat cock as it stretches him out so nicely.

Broken whimpers escapes his soft red lips as he bites down on it, clearly tired and worn out from the previous rounds that accoured. M/N grips onto one of the males ones as he lifts his head up, face no longer buried into the sheets.

His back against M/N's chest as beads of sweat runs down their bodies, his breathing heavy as his hot breath hits Keegan's neck. Making him shudder from the feeling, M/N wraps one of his arms around his chest to keep the smaller male stable. Thrusting into him once more before filling him up with his white seed with a sigh, stuffing him full of his hot fluids as his body goes limp.

Back leaned against M/N's flushed chest as the back of his head rests against his shoulder. He chuckles upon seeing the being exhausted as he limps on him, grabbing onto his hips lovingly before placing a kiss on the side of his neck.

"We're not done yet you slut."

He says as he pulls out of Keegan before shoving a butt plug into him to prevent the leaking of his cum out of him. A tired whine escapes his lips as his forearm covers his tired eyes, pretty wet lips parted as his chest heaves up and down.

"I- I can't anymore- fuck!"

He whimpers when M/N shifts him into another position as if he were a mere ragdoll, Keegan's lips brushes against M/N's red tip. Half lidded eyes stare up at him as it looks at him tiredly. Tongue touching the base of his cock as he licks the cum off of M/N's dick to clean it.

A chuckle escapes his lips as he watches Keegan do so, patting the demon on his head as his hand trails down to his cheek. Caressing it sweetly with his thumb, he takes his cock into his mouth as he hollows his cheeks. M/N groaning as Keegan gags on his huge cock when the tip hits the back of his throat, his hand gripping onto the rest that hasn't yet entered. The warm wet feeling around his length makes his sigh, hand going to the nape of Keegan's neck when he finally took all of him in.

Slowly moving to the back of his head up and down as his tongue swirls around the base of his member while low groans and grunt leaves his lips.

It was going to be a long night.

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witchofthesouls · 11 days

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So I vaguely remember reading one of your fics where the reader slept around while staying neutral during the war especially with Prowl, and they got a lot of courtship requests after the war.

I'm trying to look for it but I don't exactly remember the details, sorry for asking this dumb question, I really want to reread it.

I never officially tagged the Party Goblin series where a bot!Reader's blackout drunk persona's shenanigans and mad pipe skills (laying and taking) in neutral territories. They became so well-loved amongst the 'bots, 'cons, Neutrals, and alien species that a bidding war was launched after the end of the Cybertronian conflict.

That particular AU is under the most recent #bot!reader tag.

Here's the first post that kicked it off

The Prowl one

Enjoy!

#ask #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #reader insert #cybertronian!reader #bot!reader #valveplug #alcohol #maccadam #the party goblin was a hoot

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stickytrigger69 · 1 year

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can i ask for tfp ratchet being overstimulated by a bot s/o? like my bot tied down beggin while dripping wet

TFP Ratchet x GN Cybertronian S/O

NSFW

Bot instead of mech or femme

Readers frame type, paint job, etc. are unspecified

Bondage, overstimulation, and a little bit of edging

All is consensual

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Ratchet is the type of mech who always keeps his promises. Even if it takes a while, he gets it done and makes sure he keeps his word. That's why he feels so terrible right now. He's so disappointed in himself that he couldn't keep one mundane promise. Don't get him wrong, he would never treat the time you spend together as a chore.

It's just that it was such a simple promise. One he should have been able to keep effortlessly. He's sat at the edge of your shared berth, you're on your knees behind him, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you hold him close to your chassis.

"It's okay my spark," you say calmly into his receptor, "I'm not going to sit here and pout about it." He lets out a deep sigh as his engine flares up and rumbles, he's grumpy. You let out a soft chuckle.

"I promised you, (Y/N)," his voice has a soft edge to it, "I promised we'd have some special time." His servo reaches up to hold your arm as he thinks about how he had neglected you.

"Ratchet, my love, it's okay, really." You rest your chin on his shoulder. "We were all busy, and Primus knows you were exhausted." He scoffs.

"That is no excuse." He rolls his optics. You look at his face as best you can from your current angle. Smiling as you take in his features. His optic ridge is curved into a frown, derma pressed into a tight line. You plant a kiss to the side of his helm and then another to his cheek.

"It's alright sweetspark," your arms move to wrap around his waist, "you can always make it up to me if you're that bent out of shape about it." He rolls his optics again. He waits a moment and ponders his options. Theoretically, if he says no, you'll actually be disappointed and upset that he's neglecting your needs. But if he says yes, who knows what you'll do with him.

He can feel the low thrum of your engine and the warmth of your spark trying to touch his own through his back. You haven't spark bonded nor does he want to any time soon. It's not that he doesn't love you, it's just; he just can't. Even though you know it's not something he wants he's still scared you might try to convince him to just take that leap with you. But when he looks at you resting your helm against him and the softness in your optics he has no strength to say no.

He gives a begrudging "fine" and you let out an excited noise he can't describe. It makes his spark melt.

"Thank you my spark," you nuzzle into his neck, your breath tickling him before you left your helm again and bring your derma up close to his receptor. "You won't regret it." Your sultry voice followed by a slew of kisses to the side of his helm and down his neck pull a shiver down his spinal strut. The red mech cracks a smile at your eagerness. For a while you both sit there in silence, just enjoying eachothers company. Your servos rub up and down his sides, helm buried in his neck.

You both recharge in eachothers arms that night, chassis to chassis, face to face. The next few days are calm but Ratchet is nervous. What are you planning? When are you going to make your move? It's not until he spots you having a word with Optimus that he gets an extremely vague idea of such.

Of course you keep your voice as quiet as possible, wanting to keep your business between yourself and the prime before you. For a second your servo motions toward Ratchet and Optimus' optics follow but they don't linger. Returning to your face just as quickly as they left it. He soon gives you a smile and a curt nod before saying something to you. Then Prime walks away from you in order to tend to his duties and you do the same.

Ratchet is curious now, what were you two talking about? He can't bring himself to ask either of you knowing your dynamic. You'd play dumb while Optimus would only tell him to ask you like a couple of younglings who are up to no good. Thus, he busies himself with trying to upgrade the groundbridge for more accurate landings and such. The longer he works the less he notices that the sun has gone down.

The other bots start taking their charges home, each of them saying their goodnight's to the medic. About twenty minutes go by when Optimus tells Ratchet that he and Smokescreen are going out to explore and do a small recon for energon deposits. Ratchet gives the old run of the mill safety drill and the two mechs leave. You later come out from the back of the base holding a box of tools Ratchet lent you.

Black soot dusts your face and armor plating. You set the box down next to his table and start cleaning yourself off with a rag.

"So," you close your mouth to wipe your cheek, "my beloved. I asked Optimus for permission to have the base to ourselves for the night." Ratchet kept his helm straight but looked away from what he was working on. That's what Optimus was smiling about.

"So?" He asked a little more harshly than he intended to. His tone made you smile as you finished wiping off your servos. He turns his helm to look at you, his optics narrow when he catches your smirk. You say nothing as you slowly approach him tossing the cloth onto his table. Ratchet turns around to face you completely.

Once you were chassis to chassis you placed your servos on his hips and your helm against his to stare into his optics.

"We won't do anything you don't want to do, don't feel like you have to endure anything to make me happy. You can say no or tell me to stop whenever you need to, even if it's just to catch your breath." Your voice just above a whisper and full of care. Your compassion made his spark flutter and his frame warm up. Your thumbs rubbed circles into his sides while you looked for any signs that Ratchet was going to object. Instead he stared back, face changing color as his own servos were raised to rest on your shoulders and upper arms. With that, you pulled his waist closer to yours so that you were flush together.

You lean closer and plant a soft kiss to his derma. And then another. And another before you've pushed him back against his table so you can deepen the kiss. Your glossa delving into his intake to rub against his. The red mech sticks his into yours and you decide to suck on the appendage, earning a soft moan from the medic.

Minutes go by and all you've done is kiss, sharing eachothers lubricant. You love how his chassis vibrates with the rumble of his engine. The way his servos fumble and his legs tremble as he gives way to the stimulation. The way you suck on his glossa and nibble at his lips while your servos roaming all over his aft and tribulen. You pinch and massage his thick limbs and poke at the sensitive seams between them.

You slow down and almost stop, earning you a whine from the red mech.

"Don't want you to get too riled up just yet my spark, we have a long night ahead of us." Your sultry voice causes him to shiver. You plant some soft kisses down his neck before picking him up to lay him down on the pull out slab. You lay him down on his back and take a seat between his legs. You sit and stare at him, his chassis heaves with each intake of breath, his face flushed and optics half lidded. He's absolutely stunning.

You gently rub at his spread tribulen, admiring how thick they are. He often feels embarrassed of his frame, thinking he is rather clunky, but you love it. There's more for your servos to grab onto, more to love, it's all him. And he's decided to share himself with you, and that is all you could ever want.

"Do you trust me my spark?" You ask sweetly. To which he nods but that isn't enough. You shake your helm, "m-mm my spark, that isn't enough. I need to hear you say it." Your left servo leaves his leg to caress his cheek.

"I trust you," He takes a moment to swallow thickly, " I trust you with my life." His servo reaches up and rests on yours. Your smile is wide and beaming when you lean down to his face to kiss him again. When you pull back up though, you're holding, rope? It's extremely long and very thick and a shade or two darker than his own paint job. "Uuh~" He says warily, his voice lightly laced with static.

"It's alright my spark, I promise I won't hurt you," you unwind the red rope, " I also told you you could ask to stop whenever you wanted, yes?"

"Y-yes." He nods his head slowly, suddenly nervous and confused. What do you intend to do with that?

"Comfortable?" You ask politely. After some time you've finally finished tying him up. Intricate knots loosely wrap around his chassis and his tribulen. His servos have been tied above his helm to the slab you have him on. "It's not too tight is it?" Concern deep in your voice as you lightly tug on the rope around his joints. "This doesn't hurt does it?" A mischievous smile graces your derma as you pull ever so slightly on the rope that travels between his legs, the rope getting thinner and thinner.

You made a pretty little knot around his anterior node and all around his valve, having removed his panel in the middle of your "work". He grunts and his back arches up off the slab. You smile at his reaction, pleased that he's enjoying himself. All throughout the tying and knotting you asked if he wanted to stop or slow down, and you asked now, just one more time.

"Please." He whines as he readjusts his hips. You chuckle and lean down for the umpteenth time to kiss him some more. He moans into your mouth the more you lay on him, slowly letting your weight fall onto him. Your tribulen grazing his node. Slick transfluid drips from his valve onto the slab beneath him and coats your smooth plating.

You can't get enough, the taste of his intake is enough to make you dizzy. You swallow more of his moans when you reach a servo down between the two of your frames to rub his node. Your digits play with his folds and his needy node. It doesn't take too long for him to start trembling beneath you, his first overload approaching. You can taste his charge on his glossa, a small spark of electricity zapping your intake.

"Mmmm, let me hear you my beloved." You release his glossa and stare into his optics. Digits working his node faster and faster, he shakes and shivers the closer he gets. His back arches off the slab and his breath hitches and gets caught in his throat as white floods his optics. Broken groans escape his mouth as his calipers clench on nothing. You praise him and slowly move backwards so you can lower yourself down to his valve.

You watch as his calipers continue to spasm before leaning down to lick up his fluids. You start by licking long stripes up his folds, relishing in his mewls. Your servos pull on and hold the rope to make it easier for you to taste his slickened parts. Your glossa glides up from his entrance and stops before touching his node as you pull it back into your intake. Your optics flick up to try and look at his face as you open your mouth.

You easily take his node into your intake. You lick and suck at the small bud. Ratchet groans out, frame twitching. He's charged up enough so that you don't have to work too hard to get him close to the edge again. You give his node a kiss before delving your glossa into his entrance.

Ratchet let's out a loud moan, he can feel coolant gather at the edges of his optics and lubricant leaking out the side of his intake. Your glossa spreads his calipers but only reached so far. You make it up by curling and wiggling your glossa. He squeezes your glossa tightly, a signal that he's getting close again. Ratchet squeezes your helm between his tribulen, he feels a little embarrassed at the way you make loud slurping noises as you eat him out.

Ratchet can hear his spark beating in his audials. He pulls his arms, feeling the rope around his wrists as your thumb rubs his node and your glossa moves in and out of his valve. He feels so good. His vision clouded and frame on fire. Ratchet can feel his overload building up rapidly.

"(Y/N)! Please, I'm." He's cut off by another moan. He overloads again, his inner walls squeezing onto your glossa. Using your glossa you pull more of his transfluid into your intake, groaning at the taste of him. You can feel your own spike pressing up against your panel and the fluids from your valve trying to seep from the crevices. He's already so sensitive that just your breath on his valve makes him twitch.

You sit up on your knees again, "Can I spike you?" You ask calmly. The red mech shakes his head.

"No, please." He's breathless. Arms straining against the ropes holding them above his helm.

"Alright then." You allow your panel to slide away just enough to expose your valve. "I'll just use yours." You convince him to open his up the rest of the way. His pressurized spike free from its prison and leaking pre. "Mmmm" You wrap a servo around it, thumb spreading his transfluid around the tip. Your other servo reaches down to rub at your exterior node.

Ratchet groans through gritted denta, he didn't realize how pent up he was until now. If he were experiencing overloads at a normal rate he wouldn't be able to keep going after just one, let alone two, like he is right now. A spark of electricity zips down his spinal strut when he feels your valve rub against his spike. The ridges of the tip rubs against your node causing a delicious sensation. Another overload builds up in the pit of his tank as his spike twitches against you.

"Again, already my love?" Your tone is playful as you roll your hips. He almost breaks but you immediately pull away much to his chagrin. "Mmm, not yet my beloved." Your servo continues to work your folds. Two digits then fill your empty valve and you release a moan.

"Ohhh~ please." His voice is gruff and the static is louder. He lifts his hips up, his spike bouncing with the movement. More transfluid leaking from the slit.

"Alright my love." Your smile is wide as you lean over him, bringing your legs around to straddle his waist. You wait for a while to let him cool down just a bit, at least twenty to thirty seconds, before deciding to rub his spike through your folds again. When you do you feel his spike jump. Ratchet let's out a hiss. Already inching towards his next overload.

You moan when you finally take the tip of his spike into your wet hole. The round head hitches onto your opening when you try to lift yourself a little more to give him a good view. With your bottom derma sucked in between your denta you begin to lower yourself onto his spike. Feeling the ridges open you up and spread your calipers. He feels so good, his spike is thick and it fills you just right.

Ratchet feels the heat of your arousal through your tight valve. You shiver when you become flush with Ratchets hips, bottoming out on his spike. You swirl your hips around feeling the thick spike rub against your soft walls. The mech beneath you let's out a deep moan. Slowly you lift yourself up, bit by bit until only the tip remains inside of you.

And just as slowly as you rose, you lowered yourself back down onto him. The tip of his spike bumps and rests against your sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you making your legs shake. You do the same thing again at the same speed, your helm thrown back the second his spike hits your interior node. Ratchet let's out a guttural groan, squeezing his optics shut as your heat engulfs his entire being. His sensors are all blown, his sensitivity doubled after his last two overloads.

You gradually start picking up the pace, beginning to bounce up and down in his lap. Taking his spike deep and hard while one of your servos holds onto his tribulen and the other strokes your spike in time with your bouncing. The squeeze of your calipers makes Ratchet see stars. He lets out a string of curses as he starts to thrust upwards into you, chasing his third overload. It feels like the closer he gets the harder it is to actually finish.

He's so sensitive, ready to burst but it just won't come. Coolant gathers in his optics, pure, crushing bliss fills his tanks.

"Oh, Primus!" His voice wavers as coolant streams freely from his optics. With one final thrust upwards his legs lock keeping his lower back off the slab and his spike in your valve as he finally reaches his overload. You gasp at the feeling of warmth gushing deep into your spasming valve. His overload being what tipped you over the edge. You continue to grind your hips down into his, pushing the transfluid deeper into your wet cavern.

As soon as Ratchet lowers his hips, legs going slack, you pull yourself off of him and immediately move down to start licking your fluids off of his now softening spike. You start to suck his de-pressurized spike making him groan. One of your digits finds itself on his node again. All of the air in Ratchets systems leave him when your digit starts playing with his node. The rope tied around his node is softer and thinner than the rest of what's around his chassis and offers a sweet sensation.

"Ah, no, please," He's cut off by a groan, " no more. I can't, please." Coolant continues to stream down his face. He knows what you're after. His processor is scrambled and his vision is blurry. You free his spike from your hot intake but your servos continue their relentless attack on his slick valve.

"Oh yes, you can my spark. Just one more for me." You smile sweetly at him and move your digits in and out of his valve faster before taking the small bud into your mouth. Your glossa swirling around it as you suck harshly. Ratchets moans break as his vocalizer crackles, nearly overcome with static. His fourth overload hits but it's not as strong as the others were. Weak groans leave his intake.

He finally says the safe word so fast it nearly makes your helm spin. Your digits pull themselves from his valve. You lift yourself up to sit tall on your knees, back straight. You look down at the mess of your lover. His legs spread around yours, chassis rising and falling rapidly with every deep invent.

He's absolutely wrecked. Used up and exhausted. His optics are glazed over, coolant and lubricant drying on his hot faceplate. His spike is de-pressurized and his valve still covered in slick. Some stray drops of transfluid around his groin and all over the slab you're both on.

One of your servos rubs his side and the other on his tribulen.

"You've done so well my spark. Thank you so much for indulging me." You smile and lean into his face to give him a passionate kiss. You undo the rope around his wrists and he groans as his arms fall slack. You begin your aftercare with the old medic. Masaging him and loving on him. Giving him endless praise and giving him some energon from your own rations and making sure he gets proper rest.

Though he's just been thoroughly exposed to your love, he feels cared for, appreciated. You spend the entire night loving and fussing. Caring for your lover as you see fit. And though he feels he'll regret not using the safe word sooner tomorrow, right now, he's grateful for it. He recharges deeper than he has in a long time, once again, in your arms, in his safe space with the bot he loves more than anything.

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gimmethatagustd · 7 months

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blood on the sheets | kth

Despite what some people may think, your roommate isn't a monster. You know Taehyung; he'd never hurt anyone.

↳ pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!(f)reader

↳ wc/date: 4.7k | October 2023

↳ warnings: blood, biting, blood drinking, yandere, (technically temporary) character death, homicidal tendencies, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus (face sitting), period sex, unprotected vaginal sex, blood as lube, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, yandere, dubcon blood drinking, dubcon sex, vampire venom is intoxicating, mc and tae complain about men who are rude toward menstruating people and ik that some men do menstruate so pls know that they are referring to cis men in this context

↳ notes: this is for @taehyungcentral for halloween 🦇 i hope it's everything you wanted bby. you nasty whore

↳ more notes: this is very unedited i'm sorry jhskds i also REALLY wanted to keep it at a normal drabble length and i obviously failed. so i'll try to do better with the rest of the halloween drabbles lmfao rip

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? this vampire kpop playlist hali showed me

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

“Doesn’t he, y’know, creep you out?”

Robin takes a sip of her cocktail with lips so accustomed to being pursued in snootiness that little wrinkles have formed around the edges of her mouth despite her young age. It’s a shame, but the look is fitting. Sometimes, a person’s ugliness on the inside does reflect on the outside.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask with thinly-veiled irritation.

You haven’t known Robin for a long time, though you suppose it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew her for a day or an entire year. She’s the type of person you could spend hours talking to and walk away knowing nothing about her. You’re simply coworkers, and that’s enough for you.

Robin shrugs and tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder when she turns to blatantly stare across the room. The bar isn’t big, just large enough for a few tables and booths lining the walls and a small dancefloor in the middle of the room. It’s intimate, so your coworkers picked it for the office’s monthly night out. Alcohol, catchy pop music, and hipster bars are perfect ingredients for morale-boosting activities, but Robin doesn’t know how to not be nasty.

You follow her gaze, and a small smile lifts the corners of your mouth despite her rude question when you see who she’s looking at.

The cup in Taehyung’s hand is colored glass. In the dim lights, the cup appears to be a dark forest green that pairs prettily with his fire-engine red hair and the contacts that turn his dark eyes a mossy color. You helped him pick out the contacts while the two of you got ready for the work outing. The green are just as alluring as the other colored contacts he owns, but they’re less intimidating than his favorite gray ones.

The colored cups are the bar’s effort to hide the deep crimson liquid inside. Supposedly, it’s for the comfort of all their patrons, but everyone knows what passes through Taehyung’s plush lips when he brings the cup to his mouth.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows. The v-cut of his shirt exposes his elegant neck and collarbones, not that you’re looking or anything.

“He eats people, for Christ’s sake. How could you live with something like that?”

Your vodka-cranberry drink is down to the ice, and your patience for Robin has melted with it.

“Fuck you,” you snap. “Taehyung doesn’t eat people. And he’s not a thing; he’s a person.”

It’s so unlike you to be this aggressive, but something mean twists inside your stomach whenever you’re forced to interact with people like Robin, who use their prejudice to infect everyone around them. Vampires have been integrated into human society for decades with very few incidents, yet there are still humans like Robin who hold onto the horror stories of the past.

Besides, Robin doesn’t even know Taehyung. You’ve brought him around your coworkers before as a plus-one to work events, but Robin doesn’t actually know him. She doesn’t know how kind he is, how he looks after you when even your friends rarely do, how he goes out of his way to prove that just because he’s a vampire doesn’t mean he’s a monster.

The pounding of your heart is enough evidence that you aren’t used to this hostile behavior. You nearly knock over your chair when you stand, and your hands are too shaky to pick up your drink from where it sits on the table before you.

Robin glares at you with eyes that pierce through your tough facade. Her cherry-red lips part to expose teeth more dangerous-looking than a vampire’s fangs, but whatever she has to say dies on her tongue.

“Hey, love.” Taehyung’s fingers skirt your lower back, and the cold of his fingertips bleeds through your thin shirt. “You okay?”

“Yup!” You give Taehyung a slight smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I was just telling Robin that I’m going home. Is that alright?”

Taehyung hums in understanding, his fingers now pressing against your hip bone. The pressure is light, but it’s enough to force your body to turn slightly to face him rather than the table where Robin still sits.

You naturally gravitate toward him regardless. When you first became friends and shortly before you decided to live together, you’d playfully accused Taehyung of using his vampiric charms on you.

“I don’t need magic to make you fall in love with me, baby,” Taehyung had replied with a lopsided grin, no fangs in sight.

Admittedly, you spent far too many of the following nights replaying that comment in your head.

“Of course,” Taehyung slips his index finger through one of your belt loops and tugs on it absentmindedly, “I’ll leave with you; I’ve lost interest in listening to Seokjin’s passionate rambling. There’s only so much video game lore I can handle.”

Robin mutters something snarky under her breath that you can’t hear, but your heart hurts because you know Taehyung can. You’re sure it’s his superhuman hearing that set him off to rescue you from Robin’s bitchy attitude, considering how your heart is beating at a worrying pace. This situation is yet another example of how kind Taehyung is.

Robin doesn’t know shit.

Going home is a good call for more than just escaping Robin’s bitchy behavior. From the time it takes Taehyung to drive home, your lower stomach begins to hurt with such extreme stabbing pain that you can barely walk upright once you arrive. Taehyung has to wrap his arm around your shoulders and slowly guide you up the elevators and down the hall to your apartment's front door. Once he enters the passcode, he helps you inside and leads you into the kitchen.

“You weren’t supposed to start for another week,” Taehyung comments off-handedly as he fetches you a glass of water. He speaks with the casualness of discussing the weather or your weekend plans.

It makes your cheeks warm, and you stare at the water in your glass once he hands it to you. “How do you know that?”

“I pay attention to you, love,” Taehyung murmurs. You should think it’s weird when he inhales deeply through his nose, but you only feel warm as goosebumps scatter across your skin. “I can also… smell it.”

With a gentle grip on your waist, Taehyung draws you closer to where he leans against the kitchen counter. Once you’re standing directly before him, he slips his hand beneath your shirt to press his cold palm against your lower stomach. The gut-wrenching pain is still there, but in the mix of the pain, butterflies are swirling about, and the cool of his skin feels good against your too-hot body.

Some of your friends have commented on how you act with Taehyung - or, more so, how Taehyung acts with you. He's touchy, and personal boundaries mean very little. For some, it would be off-putting how Taehyung initiates touch without asking, but you find it comforting. You don't mind; if anything, you're endeared by it. It means he's comfortable with you and knows you trust him.

Trust, you're quickly learning, is important for vampires in a world that distrusts them.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure that’s really gross.”

“Gross?” Taehyung rubs his thumb along the sensitive skin of your stomach and watches you intently with his mossy green eyes. It should be unnerving, but you’re too captivated by Taehyung to think anything of it.

“All my ex-boyfriends never even wanted to talk about periods, let alone…” You’re too shy to finish your sentence; repeating what Taehyung said seems too embarrassing. It’s embarrassing enough that you’re comparing your roommate to your ex-boyfriends.

You let out a quiet sigh when Taehyung removes his hand from beneath your shirt. He takes your empty glass from your hands and places it on the kitchen counter. Letting Taehyung take care of you feels nice, especially when your period cramps make breathing difficult.

“Humans are strange,” Taehyung murmurs as he gently turns you around by your shoulders to guide you to your bedroom. “There is nothing dirty or disgusting about blood. It is natural. A life source, in more ways than one.”

After changing into a new pair of underwear and comfy pajamas, you slip into your bed and patiently wait for Taehyung to finish getting ready for bed.

It isn’t unusual for you to spend time together at night, especially since you don’t have much time that overlaps due to Taehyung being nocturnal. He doesn’t sleep all day, but getting all covered up is a hassle just to brave the sunlight, so Taehyung prefers to spend his days inside.

You get cuddled in your blankets with a heating pad pressed to your lower stomach. At the same time, Taehyung sets up his laptop on your bed before you, pulling up your favorite reality TV show because he knows you’re too sensitive to handle anything emotional.

Taehyung is dressed in a loose white t-shirt and form-fitting grey sweatpants. It’s a deadly combination, and you hate that he can hear your heart flutter when he climbs into bed with you. You’re close enough that your shoulders press together, and Taehyung’s cool temperature seeps into your body, contrasting nicely with the heating pad resting on your stomach.

Sometimes, you wonder if Taehyung has figured out that he’s the reason you're a jittery mess. You wonder if he knows that your heart races around him, not because you’re afraid of him but because you��ve considered what it would feel like to let him sink his fangs into your flesh.

He probably has no idea, you think as you appraise him out of the corner of your eye. He's charming and naturally flirty. He probably thinks you're just matching his energy.

You're terrible at flirting anyway.

Clearing your throat, you adjust the blankets and try to focus on the TV show. However, it’s difficult to concentrate with Taehyung snuggled against your side. He’s being more affectionate than usual, likely because you get more sensitive when you’re on your period. You can’t complain. It feels nice to have his strong arm curled around your waist and his large hand resting against your hip.

“Comfortable?” Taehyung turns his head to the side to speak against the curve of your ear. His cool breath against your skin makes you shiver.

“Mhm,” you hum. “Are you?”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“Shut up,” you hiss and give Taehyung a sharp slap to the leg that you know won’t hurt him.

You slide further into the blankets to rest your head on Taehyung’s shoulder. There’s no reason for you to be whispering, but you do. Perhaps it’s the atmosphere, your bedroom dark except for a single bedside lamp casting a shallow yellow glow, and Taehyung’s laptop lighting up your bed sheets a pale blue.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you passes while the show plays through, Taehyung begins thrumming his fingers against your hip.

“Were your exes truly mean to you about something so natural?”

“What?” You twist your torso slightly to look up at him. “Like, not wanting to talk about periods and stuff?”

Taehyung nods. He’s no longer wearing his contacts, so you can see the lamp’s yellow light reflect in his deep red eyes, making them burn orange. Having known Taehyung for a year now, you’ve learned that the color of his eyes changes pretty regularly. You aren’t sure what the colors mean, though you’re pretty sure they have more to do with his mood than his hunger levels – contrary to what vampire films and novels might lead you to believe.

“Well, yeah. Guys think periods are gross. A lot of people do, honestly. Because of blood, and also, y’know, misogyny and all that shit.” You shrug, having come to terms with these facts long ago. “Like, one time I told my ex about this article I read that said orgasms can temporarily relieve cramps, and he went on this whole rant about how period sex is disgusting. It made me feel like I was disgusting, honestly. But whatever.”

Throughout your explanation, Taehyung’s face slowly contorts until he looks legitimately upset. It startles you because why should he care about any of this?

Sweet Taehyung is too empathetic for his own good, you think.

“Human men are pathetic,” Taehyung finally says with a snort. “Period sex sounds fun.”

You struggle to swallow with how dry your mouth and throat have become. Why did you bring up sex while you sit halfway leaned against Taehyung’s chest in your bed, with the lights off, quite literally Netflix and chilling on a Friday night?

“W-well,” you start to stutter but quickly try to pull yourself together, “I wouldn’t know.”

Taehyung hums and then falls silent again, so you assume the topic is dropped. That is until a few more minutes pass with Taehyung’s fingers playing with the hem of your t-shirt, and he eventually leans toward your ear again.

“Would you like to find out?”

This time, you turn around to face Taehyung. He keeps his head bent, which positions his face to be level with yours. You can smell the woody notes of his cologne that make you salivate.

“What?” you squeak, but you hear him more clearly than you hear your own thoughts.

“You still have cramps, don’t you?” You nod. “I could help you, love. You need not suffer.”

Blood rushes to your ears, causing your heartbeat to throb inside your brain. The pounding has a ripple effect, creating beating waves that roll throughout your entire body. It's as though you've become a giant heart trembling and pulsing from the prospect of having sex with the man you've desired in secret for far too long.

Likely noticing your body falling into distress, Taehyung cups the side of your face with his free hand. Using his hold on you, he tilts your head slightly. His eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you don’t think it’s physically possible for you to look away.

“Are you afraid of me?”

"No," you respond without hesitation. You aren't.

Your response pleases Taehyung, and you're reminded of the importance of trust. When he smiles, you think his canines look slightly pointier than usual.

"You know," Taehyung begins slowly, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your slightly parted lips. "Humans drown themselves in shame. I have never understood it. What is so reprehensible about pleasure, hm? Is it so wrong to seek it?"

"I don't know," you admit through a breathy exhale when Taehyung brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Your ex made you feel ashamed, didn't he?"

You nod, rendered speechless from how Taehyung trails his fingers along your jaw and neck. Gently, he presses his index and middle fingers against the soft spot of your throat where your heart panics beneath your skin.

Taehyung wets his lips.

"I could make you feel good."

All it takes is a light tap of his fingers against your hip, and you're leaning into Taehyung's chest. His large hand slides from the side of your neck to the back of your head, pulling you into a bruising kiss. It's deep and demanding, sending your head spinning as you struggle to keep up with Taehyung's soft lips.

You moan when the tip of his tongue flicks against your mouth, coaxing you open for him to taste. You fall apart for him willingly, ready to bear your soul if he so much as whispers the request against your lips.

Taehyung could kiss you forever; he doesn't need to breathe. You have to force yourself to pull back to gasp for air when you begin to feel lightheaded, and you struggle to register that you've somehow ended up in Taehyung's lap. You straddle his firm thighs with your knees on either side of his hips and your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. It's embarrassing, the feeling of suddenly having no control over yourself, but Taehyung squeezes your hips when you try to get up.

"Will you let me?" His eyes are a deep red, nearly black, as he searches your face for your answer when you don't immediately respond.

Your entire body throbs with anticipation. Sleeping with Taehyung is everything you've forced yourself not to imagine - out of shame because what is more shameful than thirsting over your roommate who has no interest in you?

Except he does. You can feel his hard cock underneath you, and when you subtly scoot your ass against it, his fingers dig deeper into your hips.

"Please," you whisper. The word barely leaves your lips when you're suddenly tossed onto your back.

Taehyung's nimble fingers slip beneath your t-shirt and push it up, murmuring, "Lift your arms, love," and discarding it onto the floor in one sweep. Leaning forward, Taehyung kisses each of your now-exposed nipples, flicking his cool tongue over them until they're hard and wet.

You moan and instinctually arch your back, pushing your chest against his open mouth.

"Can't wait to taste you," Taehyung groans into your skin as he slips his hands into the elastic waistband of your pajama shorts. The fabric easily slides down your legs. Taehyung flings them onto the floor, where they melt into a pool of blood-red silk. "You smell delicious. Always do."

Understanding Taehyung's praises is difficult when he lights up your nerves with every kiss and harsh suck of your skin into his mouth. You don't feel anything sharp for now, but you want to. Again, it's shame that squanders the urge to admit your desires to Taehyung. All you can do is tangle your fingers in his pretty red hair and stare into his eyes as he sucks wet kisses down your stomach.

Your thighs are already slightly wet with your arousal and, unfortunately, blood. It's hot and sticky. You try to close your legs, but Taehyung keeps them propped open. To your horror, you watch him drag his hands up your inner thighs, smearing the little traces of arousal and blood that have rubbed off onto your skin. It leaves light pink streaks on his palms.

With dark eyes, Taehyung holds your gaze as he brings one hand to his mouth and licks up the entire length of his palm.

"Fuck," he lets out a shuddery moan, eyes fluttering closed. "Goddamn, love."

It shouldn't be hot, the feral look in Taehyung's eyes when he opens them again. It shouldn't be hot, the way his fangs naturally drop. He snaps his mouth shut, and you watch his throat bob as he swallows a few times. His fangs are gone the next time he opens his mouth.

"Sit on my face."

You nearly choke. "Excuse me?"

Reaching behind his head, Taehyung pulls his t-shirt off with one hand. Smooth, unblemished skin glows honey gold in the dim lighting. Possessed, you can't stop yourself from reaching out to run your hands down his chest. His abs tense and contract when you caress them. By the time you reach the waistband of his sweatpants, you've lost the little bit of courage you had.

"I want you to sit on my face." Taehyung's voice is thick and gravelly. There's a dangerous edge to it that you can't quite name.

"O-okay," you whimper.

A thrill pulses through your body when you remember what Taehyung is.

He's a person, not a monster. But he's dangerous all the same.

Taehyung lies on his back and holds his arms out, coaxing you forward. His large hands squeeze your thighs, just below your ass, to haul you further up until you're hovering right over his face.

"Are you su-"

"It is impossible for you to understand how painful it has been to wait for this moment." Taehyung holds eye contact with you as he slides his hands up to squeeze your ass cheeks and pull your pussy down onto his mouth.

"Oh my god," you moan, scrambling to grab the bedframe to steady yourself.

Taehyung licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, lapping up the mouthwatering mixture of arousal and blood gushing from you with every pulse of your pussy. Using the tip of his tongue, he swirls your clit, flicking it repeatedly until he gets tired of that and sucks it into his mouth instead.

Your thighs quiver, and chants of Taehyung's name flow from your lips like honey as he tongues your entrance. His mouth is relentless, nipping, licking, and sucking your clit until you're trembling so severely that Taehyung has to prop his arms up to hold most of your weight. It only gets worse when he presses his tongue inside your pussy, fucking into you as he devours your sweet blood and juices with the moans of a starved man.

"T-Taehyung," you gasp, reaching down to dig your fingers into his hair. Your nails scrape against his scalp, and the rumble of his moans into your pussy is to die for. "I'm gonna come, oh my god, oh, pl-, ah, please d-don't-"

Your eyes, which had fallen shut as you focused on the feeling of Taehyung's mouth on your pussy, fly open when something sharp presses into the inside of your thigh. You look down to see Taehyung's fangs buried into your flesh, just at the crease of your inner thigh, where the skin is soft and supple. The pain quickly morphs into mind-numbing pleasure, so white hot that it feels like your brain is melting out of your ears when you finally come.

You slump forward with your face pressed against the wall and your hands weakly gripping the bed frame as your body convulses in Taehyung's hold.

"Tae, Tae, Taehyung, oh god." It hurts how deeply he bites into you, but the longer he clamps on, the more intoxicated you become by the venom all vampires carry in their bite.

It's distracting, the way you feel like you're floating. Your eyes flutter as you feel Taehyung pull you onto the bed on your back. He hovers over you, the bloodied face of a fallen angel closing in on you.

"I'm your first," Taehyung states the question, already knows the answer, but you nod your head to confirm. Taehyung is the first vampire to bite you. It's why the effects are so intense; your body has no built-up immunity.

He's smug as he leans forward to kiss you, shoving his tongue into your mouth to force you to taste yourself on him. It doesn't taste good, but you aren't thinking when you stick your tongue out to lick the blood and cum off his lips. You lick and suck his lips, cleaning them off just to let him dirty you up.

"Fuck, love, you're so fucking sexy," Taehyung growls once you release his bottom lip from between your teeth. "Mine. All mine. You're mine."

You give him a sleepy smile and loop your arms around his neck. "Yours."

Taehyung nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and runs his tongue along the crease, swiping back and forth between wet kisses.

"Gonna fuck you now, baby." He rakes his fangs down your neck, drawing blood in thin parallel lines. "Mark you, ruin you. Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?"

Blood trickles down both sides of your neck to pool in your collarbones. Eventually, the pools overflow, sending rivers of red cascading down your chest, past your hardened nipples, and the hickeys Taehyung sucked into the skin of your abdomen. Between your legs, a giant black bruise spreads in your inner thigh, and blood trickles from the multiple puncture wounds there.

“Please, fuck me, please,” you beg, eyes half-closed. Your head lolls to the side to watch Taehyung remove his sweatpants. Red splotches cover the grey fabric like a homemade tie-dye.

“Look at you,” Taehyung’s voice is saccharine. He kneels in front of you on the bed and squeezes the thigh he bit into. With a yelp, your entire body jerks from the pain, though the haze of Taehyung’s venom makes the discomfort temporary. “So pretty.”

Your blood drips from Taehyung’s fingers and follows the lines in his palms down to curve around his wrist. Something stirs inside your stomach as Taehyung smears your blood all over his cock, using it as a lubricant to jerk himself off. His skin turns slick and shiny red.

With his free hand, he cups the back of your knee to hike your leg up, adjusting you into the perfect position for him to swirl the head of his cock in the blood on your thigh. Gathering more on the tip, Taehyung gives himself one last squeeze before positioning himself between your legs.

He isn’t gentle when he enters you, sinking his cock into you in one bloody thrust. How his hip presses into the crease of your thigh hurts, applying pressure to your wounds that still bleed, but the pleasure of Taehyung’s thick cock pounding into you is enough to block out the pain. You’re so high, your soul barely attached to your body as Taehyung fucks you, each stroke fast and deep. His grip on you is supernaturally rough. Bruises immediately bloom across your skin, and his blunt nails dig crescent cuts into your skin.

More blood.

“Feel good, love?” Taehyung’s voice is on edge. He practically growls, and his words are slightly slurred from his fangs dropping down once again. This time, he doesn’t try to retract them. When he kisses you, you feel them press against your lips like cold daggers. One slices a small cut in the corner of your mouth, and blood collects in the creases of your lips until Taehyung sucks it all up.

“Can’t, fuck, get enough.” Taehyung punctuates his sentiments with a snap of his hips. Pleasure rolls off of you in waves, dragging your mind deeper and deeper into a blank void. Taehyung is dizzying, so pretty with his bloody mouth and wild eyes.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his lips press against your neck, leaving kisses far gentler than the way he fucks you. The coil building in your stomach is so hot and tight that you don’t even feel the pain of Taehyung biting your neck. You immediately come, your orgasm ripping through your body as Taehyung’s fangs rip through your flesh.

Taehyung moans through his teeth as he comes inside of you, filling you up at the same time he empties you.

“Taehyung,” you try to whisper, but your mouth hardly moves.

He’s drinking too much.

The realization hits you too late. There are bite marks all along your neck, the inside of your thighs, your tits, your wrists. Taehyung has his lips latched onto one of your bloody nipples, lapping up your skin. Your bed is flooded in red, soaked through the sheets and into the mattress.

“You’re mine, love.” Taehyung runs a bloody hand down your face, leaving streaks along your temple. “Fuck those bitches you work with. Those pieces of shit who think you couldn’t possibly love someone like me. They’re wrong, baby—all this shame. Humans drown in it, but not us. We won’t drown.”

Red tears stream down Taehyung’s high cheekbones. You want to comfort him but realize in a panic that you can’t move. With wide eyes, you stare up at Taehyung in a silent plea.

“Shhh, it’s okay, love. You have to let go. Let go for me, and then I’ll keep you safe. Forever, I’ll keep you safe.” Taehyung brings his wrist to his mouth. There’s a sickening crunch, and thick, black blood slides down Taehyung’s forearm like tar.

His elegant fingers squeeze your jaw, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he presses his bleeding wrist to your lips.

“Mine,” Taehyung repeats as he smears his black blood on your lips and lets it leak onto your tongue. “And I will be yours, just like you wanted. No one else's.”

Leaning down, Taehyung digs his fangs into your throat one final time and drinks until your last breath dies in your lungs.

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

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#bts x reader #taehyung x reader #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #bts angst #bts smut #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #halloween 2023 #bots

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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Pairing: John Price x Male reader

Summary: in which price takes a liking to his son’s boyfriend

Cw: 18+, scent kink, age gap, pervert!price, masturbation, toys, price is a shitty dad :/

Price doesn’t have the best relationship with his son but in an attempt to mend it, he invites his son over to dinner, even tells him that he can bring you, his boyfriend, with him. Price would love to meet the person that has made his kid so happy.

However as soon as Price opens the door he’s at loss of words because he didn’t expect you to be so… hot. He finds himself eyeing your body, thighs squeezing together when your hands accidentally brush upon his when you hand him something, even finds himself stumbling over his words when talking to you

Fortunately dinner comes to an end and he breathes a sigh of relief when the two of you leave.

Price couldn’t be attracted to his son’s boyfriend , he just couldn’t, especially when that boyfriend is basically half his age. He just needed to get laid that’s what it is.

However no matter how many men he sleeps with he just can’t stop thinking about you.

He finds himself inviting his son to dinner more often, in hopes that you’ll come as well, which you usually do.

Obviously he can’t act on his feelings because you’re dating his son but but he finds other ways to quench his desires.

One time he’d offered to show you how to make his son’s favorite dish. The two of you were standing at the stove, so close, your crotch was basically rubbing upon his ass while he explained the recipe. And as you cooked, there were moments where you’d asked him to taste your food. He’d made a show when tasting everything, wether it be by licking the spoon clean or moaning loudly as the flavor hit his lip, even going as far as to heavily compliment you on your new found skill.

He’d be excited whenever you spent the night at his house. That would usually happen around holidays when you or his son would be too tired to drive back home. You had a certain habit of showering before bed and Price was more than happy to do your laundry “so that you can have clean clothes in the morning” or at least that’s what he said. But instead of washing your clothes like he had promised he’d have your boxers in his hand, nose buried in the crotch area while stroking his cock. The sound of his moans mingle with the tumbling sounds coming from the washing machine. It doesn’t take much before he’s tipping over the edge, cumming all over your boxers just as the load of laundry finishes.

There was even one time where he’d gotten a peak at your size. It had happened when he accidentally bumped into you while you were walking out of the bathroom , and wearing only a flimsy towel around your waist. Through the thin fabric he could see the outline of your dick, could see your happy trail on full display even the water drops trickling down your skin. Price felt his dick twitch, had rushed to his room to order a toy of the very same size and had used it on himself multiple times while imagining it was your cock pounding into his ass

However it never seemed to be enough for him and Price didn’t know how much longer he could suppress the desire bubbling up in his gut…

#I wanted a poe bot for TIS couldn’t fin d it I give fic #perks of being a writer #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #bottom male character #x male reader #male reader

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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COD Sex Bot Au - General and Character Specific Facts

Requested: Yes. By uh…..pretty much everyone. SO many people begged for something and while this isn’t exactly a part 2, I hope it will help tide you all over til I can get that completed.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Child Abuse, Adult Abuse as well, Mention of Murder, Mention of Self-Destruction (Robot Suicide), Mentions of Knives, Mention of Blood, Spice, Probably very incorrect Spanish

A/N: So! A lot of people, along with requesting a part 2, have also been begging me for Price as well. I know I’ve only done the 4 characters for all of my Cod works so far but I do want to expand the character list! That being said, I’m just not entirely comfortable with writing them yet. I am looking more into Gaz, Price, and Roach specifically and I promise to let you guys know when I feel comfortable enough to write for them! But until then, please enjoy!

✨General✨

Their eyes get this kind of colored sheen to them sometimes. Different colors for different things.

Yellow is absorbing new information

Pink is the color during sexy times

Red is malfunctioning/in need of repairs (but can also be a sign of embarrassment or shyness)

Light blue is curiosity

White (still) is powered down

White (pulsing) is powering down

White (flickering) is low power

Grey is rebooting/charging

Black is enraged

Lilac is contentment

Plum is upset/hurt

All the boys come with their uniforms on but what’s underneath depends

For Ghost’s model, simple black briefs

For Soap’s model, silly patterned boxers (think hearts or something)

For König’s model, usually some fancy lace panties since he’s very popular amongst Doms who like that sort of thing

Alejandro’s model? Absolutely nothing

Ghost

Ghost’s model was MEANT to be a scary bad guy kind of deal, to be marketed towards fans of slashers and the like. But he…..didn’t end up being that way.

At least, not your Ghost. Many of the other Ghost models are that way, but not yours. For some reason.

Granted, that programming is definitely still in him, though not exactly in the way it was meant to be.

Instead of it being just for fun rough sexy times, it’s more…….actually will kill for you. And has, in fact, killed for you.

Something that he’s NOT supposed to be able to do.

“Gee, I wonder what happened to that Barista that insulted me the other day.”

“Gee, I wonder.” *cleaning a bloody combat knife in your sink*

Speaking of knives!!! Ghost’s model does come with a lot of fun knives! Granted, they’re dulled into being just (mostly) harmless kink knives but he made quick work of making them a lot more harmless by ordering a knife sharpener.

So uh, yeah. You have received not just a sex robot, but one that borders on Yandere and will probably self-destruct if you reject him.

Have fun with that!

Fun fact: YOUR Ghost actually used to be a child bot MANY years ago, bought by a man who only wanted to be able to legally abuse a child. So he was broke down and put back together so very many times. And when they recycled and reprogrammed his AI chip, the scarring from that was still imprinted into him.

Soap

While Soap’s model is marketed more towards romantic oriented people, he’s generally seen as a Jack of all trades.

Doms, subs, romantics, first timers, just about any kind of person. He’s good with all of them, though he thrives with Romantics since that is his programming.

And also just because your Soap is so very lonely. He yearns to be loved by you, to melt under your affection.

He doesn’t want to be seen as just a sexual object, he wants to be yours. And you to be his.

König

Ah yes, the gentle giant that was supposed to be marketed more towards Subs but ended up being a bit….Soft.

None of the programmers can explain it but every model of him is just inexplicably shy and quiet, thriving in an environment where he has no control.

So now he’s more marketed towards doms. Usually soft doms.

They once tried to change his model to be smaller and more petite and people started BOYCOTTING.

It affected their sales so much that they very quickly changed him back.

People still seethe when they think about it.

Probably equal parts the most loved and most abused of the different models.

Just because of how quiet and meek his model is, how they almost never fight back when hurt.

Alejandro

Alejandro’s model is VERY popular among submissives so he’s programmed to be pretty dominant and also to have a caring nature.

Due to said caring nature, many mistake his model as good for beginners.

I can assure you, he is NOT.

So SO many of his models have been returned cause he’s brought them to tears from so much pleasure, absolutely overwhelming for any beginner.

“Cry for me, Amor. That’s it, just like that.”

His model is one of the only ones that isn’t returnable unless something is malfunctioning and even then, they’ll try just about anything to fix the model instead of just taking them back.

If you’re the type to forget meals and such (I’m not projecting, shut up) then he will literally drag you away from whatever you’re doing and make you eat.

Will set up a rewards system if you have trouble with personal upkeep as well, like household chores and stuff (again, not projecting).

How much pleasure you get throughout the day is all dependent on how well you follow the schedule he makes based on your personal life.

He can and will have you call him Papi, in and out of bed.

“Be a Good Little Cachorro and get on your knees for Papi.”

You only get called Amor when you’re good or when you’re upset. Anything else and it’s Cachorro (Puppy).

#Sex Bot Au #cod #call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty mwii #mwii #mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #König #könig x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader

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ghouljams · 5 months

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Do the 141 share the same suspicions about android!Ghost as mechanic reader? Or are they oblivious because they don’t know what to look for? (Or maybe Price suspects something while the others don’t.)

There's something different in the way they treat Ghost. You can't put your finger on exactly what it is. They're close to Ghost, extraordinarily so, but most people are when they work with androids for long stretches. Humans tend to personify anything and everything when they're around them long enough. Maybe it's the sort of friendliness? You don't know but it's just different from the way people usually interact with androids.

They treat him like he's human.

You think that's the best way to describe it. You've started cataloguing the androids actions with the rest of the 141. He eats meals with them, exercises with them, Price pulls him aside for briefings, Soap shares jokes, Gaz argues over football. There's a level of comraderie that feels... human. Not just in the way they treat Ghost but in the way he treats them.

You notice things about androids, youre trained to notice every little jerk of a servo, every twitch of a malfunction. These arent malfunctions, these are- are Ghost. He cracks a joke about Price to Gaz and the other man has to hold in his giggles. He steals a chip from Soap's take away and holds onto it like he forgot he can't eat it. He knocks on Price's door with two knuckles, you've never seen an android do that, it's always a full, precise, knock. He stops by your workshop and lingers in the doorway.

It makes you feel watched, androids don't watch, but when you flip up your welding shield he's gone.

You submit the parts request to Price and he signs off on it no questions asked. Anything for Ghost it seems. You're smart enough not to ask. Maybe you should submit all your parts orders with Ghost's ID at the top.

"You broken?" Price asks, hardly looking up from the paperwork on his desk. Ghost says nothing, a questioning silence. Price can almost imagine the slight twitch of his brows, the apathetic turn of his eyes as he blinks waiting on the captain to explain. Price holds up your parts order form for him, "Don't make me ask again."

"Fine. Need a new vertebrae." Ghost tells him. Price sighs and signs the request for, slipping it into the out box.

"Wouldn't that be nice," he grumbles, dragging his fingers through his beard.

"I hear cybernetics these days are good," Ghost hums. Price glares at him.

"That your tight five?"

"Got some military humor too."

"You're hilarious," Price deadpans, going back to his papers, "dismissed-" Ghost turns to leave, "-and quit botherin' the mechanic, bot-docs 're jumpy enough as it is without you stalkin' 'em."

#they know #cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #android!ghost #or is he.....#mechanic!reader #bot doc!!!#cyberpunk au #captain price #yeah the 141 knows whats up with Ghost but theyre not gonna say shit

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starangeell · 8 days

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˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆��˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

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