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kuni-is-daddy · 11 months
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Thinking about toji
Tw: k!dnapping, K!LLING
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YANDERE? TOJI X GN JJK SORCERER READER SMUT.
MINORS DNI. MENTIONS BLOOD, CHOKING.
"Megumi.. baby?"toji said with a cracked voice "Yes papa?" "Get a nice job and make papa some money okAy.?"😃👁️👄👁️
Get this, your a jujutsu sorcerer. Your on his list and your so dam FINE. He kidnaps you instead of killing you.
Yeah sure toji loves him some money but how about he makes you his new househusband/wife?
Fucking you over the table while you make meals, his body is so FUCKING big compared to yours.
"cum all over my fukin' cock for me doll. F-fuck yeah just like that. Milk this cock"
You tried to escape a couple times or even attempted to kill him but that just ends up on you being his personal cock sleeve for the night. As he drills into you non stop no matter what you say until you pass out
"oh? Yah fucking sorry now huh? Want me to be gentle with you baby?" He would mock you, grab your throat and rub gently with his thumb on the bone with his big veiny hands. "Daddy's not gonna stop..mhmm shh shh stop crying. Stop fucking crying. Daddy's gonna fuck you well and your gonna stay with me mkay.." he'd slap your ass and tell you to stop moving your thighs so he could go balls deep inside of you. "Aww you can't breathe doll? Mmm but I bet you feel so FUCKING good on this cock right.. look at that bulge in ur belly baby. My cock fits you so well. Ah~ fuck me doll. Just like that.."
You even tried domain expansion but it was no use. As the sky turned pitched black when you turned around from running deep in the forest with him chasing after you and Shinto shrines began to form from it. He lunged at you, leaving your expansion incomplete as you went to dodge. Of course.. toji fucked you last night so your legs gave out and he knocked you out and picked you up bridal style. The faint smell of blood lingered from your nose.
You awoke to your hands and legs tied on a chair.
Toji was snickering under his breath. "I like you y/n. You keep me moving doll, this little fucking game of cat and mouse is getting tiring though. It's as if no matter how much i make you feel at home. And fuck you, you won't fucking stop. Annoying. Me-."
"mmm papa.. it's time for my m-medicine" poor little megumi had to come downstairs and see his "new momma/papa" all tied up and bleeding. He still gave a blank stare as if he was use to this. One day after prepping dinner toji came late and before that megumi mentioned how you we're the first one "Papa liked and hasn't got rid of" "yeah.. my real mommy. She died. But I heard papa saying earlier you we're really pwetty(pretty) and he is right! Your a great pawrent (parent) papa should be nice to you though.."
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Flash forward. Toji sighed. What the hell has his life come too. He uses you like a cocksleve and cant even afford his son's medication.
Maybe he should change. Or maybe, you should change him.
The next day toji didn't touch you. He made breakfast for the 3 of you. It was awkward considering how you we're always tied up for "family meals" and your cursed objects we're locked away. But after what megumi said about his mom. You stopped trying to fight back. Or at least that's what toji thought...
Part 2?
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mysticalsoot · 7 months
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tomorrow you can fly
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A/N; thanks to @poraphia 's post earlier tonight w photos of will in eyeshadow- we now have this fic I wrote in an hour- soooo- go check out their blog and maybe like take a read here- FYI this is so incredibly self indulgent, reader is just me. this is what its like with my dr s/o. he calls me bunny, I love it. let me be happy.
summary; reader does wil's makeup and helps him get ready for a show!! a bit of anxiety ensues but nothing a bit of soft wilbur can't help!!
tw// anxiety, seperation anxiety, wil is shirtless briefly, barely suggestive but slightly, will gets his makeup done?? very autistic coded reader and kinda will too!! reader is called bunny and bug, very cutesty petnames, fukin sue me
words; 3k
pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader
pronouns; none!
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"wilbee?" you call softly for your boyfriend, humming and swaying around the flat as you try to find where he's getting ready for his gig-- or rather where he's hiding.
"mm, yes baby?" he calls after you, and you peak into your bedroom, hurrying to stand behind him and wrap yourself around his body as he looks through his side of the closet. you place a kiss on his back, your fingers running over his stomach.
"whatcha doin, lovey?" you hum, resting your cheek against his back as he stops, looks down and chuckles. he turns in your grasp, smiling down at you and holding your face in his hands. you note how small your face feels compared to his grasp, it's nice.
"im trying to get ready, bunny."
a soft smile on his lips as he leans down, practically bent over to place a kiss on your lips before another lingering kiss is placed on your forehead. you grasp at his sides, hands grabbing hold of the fabric of his shirt as you stand tall on your toes to reach him better.
"can I help?" you tilt your head to the side, knowing the answer is yes.
"of course, lovebug," he smiles and turns back to pick out a few tops, you grab onto his free hand, wrapping yours around his finger as he walks over to the bed and places the shirts down, "which one, hun?" he looks over at you as you inspect each one, thinking deeply and searching your brain for each memory of him wearing the choices laid in front of you.
the one on the left is his favorite doomed sweater, everyone knows it. but it's August, and much too hot for a sweater, let alone when he'll be all sweaty. you hand it to him and shake your head.
"aww, but it's my favorite?" he whines playfully, a gentle smirk on his lips as he tosses it aside in the reading nook you both put together. he'll deal with it later.
"I'd rather you not get heatstroke," you hum as you glance between the two other options. one is a white button up, the other being a tighter fitting white tshirt. you point to the Tshirt and nod up at him, "that one, can I get you a jacket, baby?"
he nods, smiling as he takes the options you dismissed and puts them away. you follow him to the closet, almost like a lost puppy, which isn't uncommon for either of you. you're attached at the hip, even at home.
you look through his jackets for a moment or two, while he's deciding on jeans and shoes. he'll get you to pick socks out for him, you like to mismatch them and make sure they're nice and colorful for him. you glance between a green jacket and a black one, both of which are decently light and shouldn't make him sweat much more than he would on his own. you him as you try to grab the green one, pulling it off the hanger and bringing it to him, where he stands in front of the dresser.
"this one," you hum and put it on top of the dresser, the shirt and jeans picked out.
"socks, darling?"
you nod and quickly pick a pair of Minecraft socks.
"love--"
"stick to your roots, wilb."
you smile and look up at him as he shakes his head and kisses your cheek, holding you against him for a few moments before he breathes in and sighs.
"can I do your makeup?" you look up at him, chin rested on his chest as his hands find your hips and rub the bone with his thumbs.
"how do you plan on doing it?" he leans down, a few soft kisses being placed and drug along your neck. gentle, loving motions not meant for anything but to say 'i love you, I'll miss you'.
"eyeshadow, your waterline eyeliner aaaaannd maybe some highlight?" the list is light and would look decently natural, besides the eye makeup, but getting to make him all pretty before a show sounds beautiful. getting to sit on his lap and practically draw on his face with powders and eye pencils, his hands on your hips--it sounds like heaven to you.
"I think we can agree on that," a kiss to your cheek and a quick little peck to the lips and he's across the room and in the bathroom. the water starts and you take that as a cue to move, going over to your vanity and setting out what you'll need.
you decide to take out some of your lipstick too, just a small idea you feel like springing on him. you sit there for a few moments before you quickly jump into bed and look out the window for a bit. just watching the tide go in and out, he's a quick shower guy so doing anything that could take more than five minutes, wasn't the best deal. so looking out the window, from a distance might I add, was a good deal. you don't like being too close to the large windows by yourself, you prefer when wil is there behind you. then, if you fall through the big glass windows, he'll fall with you. morbid, but sweet in a way. or that's what your sister Grace, says. either way, you don't mind.
it isn't long until Wil is out of the shower and bathroom, a towel wrapped around his torso and another towel drying his hair.
you look at him for a moment, trying not to gawk as you notice his stomach, the small bit of fat he has there. soft and squeezable and wonderful for laying on, the v-line just below that makes you blush. then your eyes dance to his waist, where it comes in a curve, a small dip that drives you crazy. you glance away when you see him smirking and he shakes his head at your silence and rosy cheeks.
you look back at him a moment later after a loving little scoff leaves his lips and your eyes widen when you see him about to shake his hair out.
"wil! no! you're not a dog, babe!" you squeal out as he shakes his hair out, right in front of you as water droplets shake off everywhere. you're squealing and giggling until he stops and he laughs, lunging over you and attacking your face in sweet kisses, his damp curls tickling your face.
"how's that, hm? better now? you've forgiven me?" he smirks as he pulls back, finger running down your jaw and resting under your chin. he pulls you in for a quick kiss and you pout up at him.
"I've told you no dog shakes. it's mean."
he simply chuckles and shakes his head, letting the towel drop and quickly changing into his clothes. his hair dries quickly, so he doesn't bother with the hair drier. plus, he knows you hate the noise, and with how quiet you've been today, he doesn't want to agitate your nerves any further.
after he's dressed, he sits down in the chair at the vanity before patting his leg, "c'mere, baby," he smiles and you oblige quickly, easily slipping into his lap facing him.
you hold his face in your hands for a few moments before a kiss to his forehead, and then you twist back to grab the concealer you keep for him, he's much too pale for anyone else's.
this isn't your first time either.
you smile as you scoot forwards, his hands landing onto your hips, holding tightly and covering more space on you than you thought was possible. you dab a few dots of concealer in a few places where he gets more blemishes, and then a couple quick swipes under his eyes. you recap the concealer and put it back on the vanity, grabbing the sponge and dabbing it around. he shuts his eyes and sighs softly, fully content in the domesticity of the moment. you've both been awfully quiet today, he's been so pent up and stressed about the night's gig that he hasn't had much to say, and you on the other hand, aren't always the most talkative. at least on your bad or mediocre days. on good days you'd be smiling and talking wil's ear off, which he loved. it reminded him you trusted him, and felt safe to freely speak your mind.
today was a more anxious day for you, so silence was resorted to most often. nothing happened in particular, you just sort of woke up uneasy, sick to your stomach and messages you had gotten from some of wil's acquaintances didn't make you feel better. as always, he'd hum and kiss your nose, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs and muttering 'youre worthy, you're smart, you're beautiful. no one else's words dictate your self worth, mkay?' it's sweet, how much he loves you. how desperately he loves you and how far he is willing to go for that to be known. you've never felt so loved and appreciated as you have when you're in his lap, or his arms or simply in the same room as him.
when wilbur is there you are safe, loved and appreciated and those are things you haven't always felt, and for that, you're thankful to him.
after the concealer is blended, you move onto the eyeshadow, tapping the brush out after you dipped it in one of the green tones. you apply it to his eyelids as he tries not to giggle at the way it tickles, his lip being between his teeth to help keep it contained. his fingers tighten on your hip bones for a few minutes as you finish up with the other eyelid. then you add a bit of shimmer shadow to it, for some sparkle. you're quick with the eyeliner, dragging the pencil gently on his waterline, knowing it's his least favorite part.
as you add the highlight to his inner corners, nose and various other spots on his face, you hum with a smile, "I have an idea, could I tell you about it?"
he hums as a yes, smiling as he looks down at you, just slightly.
"what if I put some red lipstick on me and then kissed all over your face and neck and a bit on this white tshirt here?" your words are spoken slower than most times, partly because of the exhaustion of being anxious for a whole day and partly because it insinuates a bit of mischief to your words.
"yes, please, my love," he smirks, loving the idea of going on stage with kiss marks all over his face and neck. what a way to show who's he is, hm?
"wonderful," you're quick with finishing up the base, before you apply the lipstick marks. his cheeks and jaw are heavier in the kisses, and then some more are placed on his neck. you have to reapply the lipstick a few times and after youre done you pull back to look at your work, smiling in satisfaction at your job. Wil looks in the mirror, smirking before kissing your chin.
"it looks beautiful, baby. you did such a good job," he coos softly, a kiss to your cheek as you step off his lap and he stands. you press your hand to his chest as you shake your head.
"almost forgot, lip balm."
he nods and quickly dabs some on his lips, shaking his head and chuckling at how thorough you are.
you help pack his bags and carry them down to the van, and after his guitars and other things are up, he steps aside with you, holding your face and leaning down to meet your eyes.
"promise me you'll be okay? you won't be bored at all?" his eyebrows are all knitted together and you giggle at how worried he seems. you'll be fine after all.
"I'm gonna be fine, I promise. you need to have fun at your show, wilb," your smile is sweet and genuine, and you giggle at every kiss his lips leave on your face. his thumbs rubbing at your cheeks when he pulls back makes you smile even wider.
you didn't want to go to the show, but you didn't tell him that. you simply said you were much too tired and thought staying back and resting was a better option. in reality, his fans scared you a bit. and sometimes you felt judged. it was best to stay at home with your current state of mind anyways.
a few goodbye kisses and a long hug where he picks you up and spins you and then he's off and you're going up the stairs back to your flat.
you're putting away the makeup from earlier, and then head out to the kitchen to put together some leftovers for yourself, bouncing and swaying on your feet, a stim you enjoy most when you're alone. or with wil, but sometimes being with him is like being alone, in an oddly cathartic way. he makes you feel safe, like you can truly be yourself, in the same way you can when there's not a single prying eye. because his brown ones never pry.
you spend your time busying yourself, crocheting different projects you've had going, playing stardew and putting some of wils vods on the TV to help with background noise, and your separation anxiety.
sometime between then and now, you fell asleep on the couch, curled up in pillows and blankets, all nestled in and comfy.
long hours are spent asleep, until the very late hours of night, 2 or 3am and the door is creaking open, shutting and locking. you smile to yourself in your half sleepy daze. you try to pretend to be asleep, knowing that wil would cuddle you if you were awake or asleep, but hoping he'd carry you to bed with him too, if it was the latter.
"love?" he calls softly, dropping his things by the door and shoving his shoes off before hurrying over to you, kneeling down by the side of the couch and pushing hair out of your face. you look up at him through your lashes and he smiles, you broke.
"hi, bee," you hum, reaching out to him and hugging him close, "how was the show?" you speak against his neck, breath fanning over the skin and lifting goosebumps across it.
"very good, the crowd was wonderful. really wish you were there, they would've loved you," he sighs, nestling his face into your neck as he slowly crawls onto the couch with you, laying half on you and half off.
"you have good fans, I don't doubt it," you avoid the other comments, and Wil notes this for later as he rubs your hair and hums to you. you lift your head to look at his face, noticing how his makeup is gone and you frown. he notices and speaks up;
"took it off at the venue, means I can cuddle you immediately," he smiles and you giggle, nodding happily as you stuff your face into his chest and let him embrace you, "ready for bed, bug?"
you nod and he holds you close, before sitting you up. he stands and picks you up by your waist, wrapping you around him and carrying you off to bed. he lays you down, tucking in beside you and kissing your temple.
"were you feeling okay while I was gone?" he asks with a quick chirp. he nibbles at your ear, before a kiss is placed under it.
"yeah, i just crafted and napped," you tuck your head under his chin, hands grasping at his shirt and his covering the top of yours, "you've got big hands," the words are blurted out immediately, without thought. it makes you reel into yourself, hiding your face as it burns red when you realize what you've spoken aloud.
"yeah? well, all the better to hold you with, mm?" he chuckles, shaking his head with a smile and looking out the window for a few seconds. he notices your stillness and reaches down to pull your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, "your comment didn't make me uncomfortable, I liked it. do you need to breathe with me?"
you shrug and he takes that as a yes.
he holds up his hand, outstretched, and takes a deep breath, putting a finger down for each second he breathes in. you follow his lead. he then does the same for holding, 4 in, 4 hold, 4 out. he does this with you a few more times before he notices your body more relaxed and less tense than before. he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer into his chest as he cradles the back of your head with his hand. his fingers scratch and massage at your scalp as you sigh in contentment.
"i didnt mean to say it," you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"doesn't mean you didnt mean it,"
"i meant it," your response is quick and he smirks at how fast you respond, kissing the crown of your head before leaning back to look at your face.
he leans down, face in his hands as he kisses you ever so softly on the lips, love and care seeping into the touch and when you pull away, a slight tingle is left on the skin he touched. it's nice, like an echo of his love gets left behind with every graze of his fingers or lips or simply his touch. its addicting.
"sleep?" you whisper softly, a yawn seeping through your words.
he nods, and you curl up in his chest as you both shuffle and adjust in the bedsheets.
"goodnight, bunny," he smiles, eyes shut as he kisses your forehead.
"goodnight, bee," and with your words and his touch, slips away any worry that weighed on your chest, and now you feel light. maybe tomorrow you can fly, you hope its with him.
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jazz-miester · 1 year
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Nsfw One-shot with Bayverse!Optimus, please;)
BtwI’m OBSESSED with your works. I LOVE EM.
I Have Found My Peace In You
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Paring: Bayverse Optimus x Reader
Reader type: Gender Nuetral Bot
Song: Would that I- Hozier
Warnings: Smut lol
An: Oh hell yes. Fukin love bayverse Optimus my dude. And i'm glad you like my stuff so much! It means a lot that ya like it lol.
(Also I just did my nails and holy fuck is it hard to type in them. Rip.)
You felt more than saw Optimus come up behind you.His servos settling on your hips before sliding up and over your stomach plating. His helm fell in the crook of your shoulder and neck. His lips pressed to the cabling there. A warm huff of air had you shivering as a smile curved your lips.
"And what are you up to?" Optimus was in a meeting the last time you checked. Something about Autobot and Human alliances that would greatly improve upon the scarce supplies you all had.
You lent back against his chassis as your fingers hovered above the keyboard you were previously engaged with.
"Is it a crime for me to see my Conjunx?" Optimus spoke into your neck. You caught sight of his optics in the reflection of the holo screen. The look of them sent a shiver down your back struts. Often that look was accompanied with your thighs on either side of his helm.
"It is when you are giving me such a look." You could feel him smile. His helm dipping down before nipping at your neck. You yelped and jumped as he soothed it with another kiss. You laughed as smacked at one of his arms wrapped around your waist.
Optimus's response was a laugh of his own and to squeeze your briefly. The sound of it had your spark fluttering. So rare a sound it was anymore. It was pleasant when he did. You couldn't help but wonder what had him in such a light mood.
"Truly, it is your fault. How could I handle myself." He paused pressing yet another kiss to to your neck. "When you are looking the way your are." Optimus couldn't help but find you to be nothing short of divine. The suns low light highlighted all his favorite parts of you. Coupled with the fact that this meeting had actually went well for once. Optimus found himself craving you.
His helm rose digits capturing your chin to turn you towards him. Optimus pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He took a moment to take all of you in. Optics following the lines and curves of your faceplates. Then there was a tug at your bond. Full of want and desire. Warmth and love. Letting you know just how much he loved you in that moment. The here and the now in between the quiet lull of the war.
"Optimus. I do have reports to finish." They really were not important. You just wanted to tease. You were swiftly turned before your digits could touch the keyboard. The small of your back pressed against it as Optimus leaned forward towards you. You could hear the holo screen going wild until Optimus reached behind you and turned it off.
"The reports can wait." He pressed a kiss to your jaw. One servo traveling over your hip and up your waist.
"Do you really think Ratchet or Lennox would be ok with that?" Optimus huffed an pressed his helm against yours.
"I am the Prime. They can come to me if there is such an issue with it." With a laugh you pulled him in for another kiss. Arms moving to wrap around his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs before resting you on the keyboard.
Foolish decision really. But with him kissing along your neck like this? You were able to discard any real hard feelings about it.
"Oh for the love of Primus. Get a room you two!" Optimus turned to reveal and angry-ish Ratchet. The old war medic was shaking his helm and wagging a digit. Reminding you of one of the old ladies on the rom coms that Bumblebee liked to watch time to time.
"We are in a room old friend. Unless you intend to watch I suggest you leave." You barked out a laugh and smacked his chest with your servo.
"Optimus Prime don't you dare!" You could hear Ironhide laughing while he left just ask quickly as he came pulling a peeved looking Mudflap along with him.
"Absolutely not! I will not have you getting transfluids all over my equipment! Out! The both of you!" Laughing the entire time Optimus pulled you away from the keyboard and holo screen and down the hall. Leaving as you heard Ratchet mumbling about. "A Prime" And "To old to be acting like a couple of younglings freshly bonded."
The short trip down the hall and to the Autobots barracks seemed longer than usual. Then again you were very preoccupied with you lips against Optimus's neck cablings. You could feel his growing heat and hear the hushed growling in his throat.
There was a bond feedback as you felt just how much you were effecting him and honestly you didn't find yourself caring. Instead continuing on with what you were doing with and added roll of your hips against his,
He really did growl then as the door to your habsuit was thrown open. The door all but slammed closed behind the both of you.
You were laid down on the berth with a bit more care and a lot more gently. Optimus hovered above you. His optics cycling as the want went through him.
"Do you realize what you do to me My Spark?" His arms were braced on either side of you. His knees pressed to the berth on either side of your hips. "Truly, you drive me to insanity." His lips found yours. Drawing you close to him. His sweetened breath on yours as his servo came to cradle your face plates before he pulled away. His thumb brushing against your cheek.
"Oh? And you think i'm the unaffected party here?" You turned and pressed a kiss to the palm of his servo. "Really, you've been neglecting me. Being gone for so long." You looked up at him with lidded optics. "You come. Command your troops with that voice of yours and i'm supposed to pretend that i'm ok? It's torture really. I'd imagine it's in that geneva conventions that the humans have."
Optimus laughed. His servo moving away from your jaw to play at the seems on your chassis. "Oh I've been neglecting you now?" His frame moved languidly downwards. Leaving a trail of kisses while he moved before settling between your spread thighs. "Please, allow me to rectify it."
"Mmm. No." Optimus's optics went wide.
"No?" He hummed. "Even if I do this?" His lips pressed against your thighs. To the spot just above your modesty plating. A free servo traveling to the edge of your chassis. Playing at the seems that would lead to your spark chamber.
A surge of pleasure ran through your energy field. The bastard.
Your hips rolled of their own record as he did it again and again. Switching between moving slowly. Smoothly. Like the waves on a calm ocean. Before switching it to a rapid movement. Sure and firm.
Optimus pressed a kiss to your now heated plating. "May I?" He asked. His voice low and hoarse. "Please?" He gave you that same look he had earlier. A soft want pulled at your spark.
You knew that you could end this here. Have everything come to a stop. But then there was the needing. The craving of your conjunx that you have spent to little time with him as of late. Cybertronians are long lived, not immortal.
You let your plating fall back. Both your spike and valve open to the cool air of your habsuit.
Optimus took his sweet time. Trailing kisses to every but the place you craved it most. One servo gently wrapped around your spike as he slowly moved his servo up and down. Taking his time to gather the fluid leaking from its tip before dragging it back down.
Finally. Finally he moved to your valve. Dragging his glossa between your folds before wrapping his lips around your node. He did this again and again as he slowly stroked your spike.
Your hips moved as he did this. Optimus humming as he looked up at you. Watching as you came undone before him. You babbled after a bit. Telling him how much you loved him. Just how good he was and "Oh right there. Please. Frag please don't stop." He hummed again his his digits curled within in you. His mouth now swallowing your spike instead as he pumped his digits in and out of you.
"Optimus.Im. Fraggit." You voice was breathless. Optimus's free servo grabbed one of yours. Settling your joined servos on your stomach as he moved his helm up and down. Optics not once leaving yours as you finally released. Helm thrown back as Optimus swallowed all you had to offer.
"Was that enough of an apology My Spark?" Optimus spoke as he moved upwards. You digits smeared at your own fluids on his face. Wet and shiny it was. The mech always made a mess despite all your complaints. Then again you ever really complained to much. You got to overload repeatedly after all.
"Maybe." You laughed and gave him a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips as you did so.
"Oh? And what else could you want?" His lips found yours against and again. Your digits dug at every exposed seem of his you could find. Tweaking and pulling at cables and wiring that sent shivers down the Primes frame.
"Your spike. In me." You spoke it near his audial. His mouth once again finding your neck cabling. You hoped that there wouldn't be any bruising. Not wanting to endure the teasing you would sure get from Ironhide and Sideswipe after wards. But after the stunt the two of you pulled in the command center of all places it was sure to happen anyways.
"As My Spark wishes." Optimus pulled himself upwards. Pulling your legs around his hips as he drew you in close. For a brief moment the two of you fumbled with pillows and blankets to place beneath your hips.
His own plating fell back after that. His spike springing out from its housing and bobbing briefly from the force of it.
Optimus moved his spike against your valve. The tip of it brushing against your node had your thighs shivering. Your valve gripping at nothing as you waited for him to finally push into you. You would have began cursing the Prime for not moving sooner until he finally did just that.
He moved slowly. Tourturessly into you. Inch by inch as your valve swallowed him greedily. Optimus paused for a moment when he was full into you. His frame bowed over you. His mouth slightly opened as he cycle cooled air into himself.
Optimus muttered a few curses as he rolled his hips. Dragging his spike against the nodes within you. He did it again and again before pulling out as sliding back within.
He picked up a steady rhythm then. A steady push and pull of his hips.
"Look at you." He muttered. "Taking my spike so well." His vocalizer spat static. His venting just as eratic as yours. "You are doing so good My Spark. Taking me just like that. You feel so good around me." His helm pressed against yours.
"Open your optics." You hadn't noticed that you ever closed this. Enveloped in the pleasure he was bringing out of you. "Open your optics. I want to see you overload. I want you to see what you are doing to your Prime."
He was absolutely undone before you. The crackling charge of your fields in the air. Optimus's optics were blown wide and utterly entranced with your own.
"That's it. That's my good spark. That's it." Optimus rumbled out. His frame shaking from the way he spoke it.
You could feel the growing pleasure coil within you. Winding tighter and tighter with the drag of his hips. Optimus uttered a curse. Then another as his digits found your node. Winding quick tight circles around it until that coil snapped. Broke. Your release followed by his.
He spoke your name. Uttered it like a prayer as your highs came down. Again and again as he kissed along your jaw. His hips pulling away from yours as he fell to your side.
Optimus drew you close to him. Curling his frame around yours.
The two of you laid on your sides facing each other. One of your arms was looped around his. Your other servo cradled his face as he did yours. His other arm was your pillow. Your leg were entwined together as you basked in each others presence.
The two of you said little. As it wasn't needed in the moment. You had almost fallen into recharge if it wasn't for Optimus speaking.
"I am sorry. For not being around more." You could hear the remorse in his voice. You optics opened. Your spark sank and you could feel him on the other side of the bond.
Guilt.
"You are around plenty. Optimus. There is no need to apologize." You pulled him close. Letting him rest his helm against your chassis.
"Still." You stopped him before he could finish.
"Speak on it no longer my Prime. You are here now. And I cherish the time I have with you. It is the effort that you make that brings me peace. Now quiet. Rest. And let me love you." With that Optimus sighed. Wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Basking in the glow of the one his spark was closest to.
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heelovver · 27 days
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Princess treatment
Authors note: omg I’ve been getting into riize so imma start writing for them too. I’m literally married to Eunseok and Wonbin. They are so fine it makes me giggle kick my feet and bite my finger. 😫
DomWonbin X subreader oneshot
It was a weekend and like all weekends Wonbin was gaming with the guys. You never minded as long as he only play 2-3 hours then spend time with you. You woke up alone in the morning to Wonbin screaming at Sungchan. “Omg I said he was left. Sungchan look at the map. I got UAV for a reason.” You got up used the bathroom and went to make breakfast. “Babe are you making breakfast?” Wonbin yelled from the room. “Yea, just eggs want some?” You replied cracking two eggs. “Yes please.” He replied then went back to gaming. You finished cooking and brought him his plate and ate yours in the living room. After finishing you washed both of your guys dishes. You grabbed an orange and thought Wonbin would want one too. You took one to him and placed it in the desk. He looked up at you with puppy eyes saying nothing. “What? You want me to peel it?” You asked him. Wonbin nodded and smiled at you. You peeled it and even fed him as his hands were busy on the keyboard. “More please” he looked at you with that stare. You rolled your eyes but did as he said.
It was already night and he still hasn’t gone off. You’ve been waiting patiently just wanting to cuddle him. “Babe. Babe. Wonnie. Wonbin!” He didn’t hear you or chose to ignore you. You threw a pillow at the back of his head making his headphones fall off. “Ow babe what the hell was that for!” He turned around scratching the back of his head. “I was calling you and you chose to ignore me. So I threw a pillow.” He looked at you flabbergasted. “You could’ve tapped me on the shoulders?” You rolled your eyes. “I was too lazy to get up but anyways when are you getting off?” He turned back around. “With that attitude I don’t think I’d ever will. My woman abusing me when I’m just trying to relax.” He fakes wiping his tears. This honestly pissed you off. You weren’t asking for anything big. You treated him like a princess, queen even, the whole day. You just wanted time with your boyfriend and now he’s making jokes. You threw another pillow this time harder. “Asshole” you said before getting under the covers. Wonbin turned around seeing you mad knowing he fucked up. He decided it was time to hop off. “Alright guys I have to go it’s late.” He said to the guys. “Hyung at least finish this round we’re going to lose if you leave!” Anton pleaded. “Sorry no can do you’ll understand when you grow out of your “I’m a virgin and have no girlfriend” faze.” Wonbin joked before leaving the game and cutting Anton off. “Hyu-.”
Wonbin got on the bed and noticed you were facing away from him. “Babe, baby wanna cuddle?” He asked nudging his face into your neck. You nudged him with your elbow. “No I feel kinda hot.” You ignored him and payed more attention on the random video playing on your phone. “Y/n I know I played longer than expected so I’m sorry.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed. “Sorry my ass.” Wonbin stuck his tongue to the inside of his cheek and rolling his eyes from your attitude. “You wanna be a brat so be it. Your not fuckin hot. I can clearly see your hard nipples from the cold air.” He pinned you down on the bed getting in between your legs. His cold hand slips under your shirt going up lifting one side of your shirt to your breast. You shiver and look up at him. “Look at you all hot and bothered when you didn’t even want me touching you in the first place.” He smirked at you making you cover your face with your arm. “Cute” he leans down and blows cold air on your nipple making you whimper. “So sensitive princess.” Wonbin licks your nipple waiting for your reaction. Then sucks on it while his right hand plays with your right breast. “I fukin love your boobs.” He says making you arch your back and letting out quit moans. “Won-nie” you moan rubbing your thighs together. “If you told me earlier that all you wanted was my attention I would’ve got off a lot sooner. Maybe I wouldn’t tease you as much.” He leaves wet kisses up your neck to your jaw. He leans into your ears and whispers, “Now let me hear you beg for my touch.” You cover his mouth. “As if, you should be the one begging after ignoring me the whole day.” Wonbin scoff’s grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms. “You’re real brave today princess. I did make a mistake but you’re so unforgiving. Did I get mad when you hung out with Yunjin all last weekend at the mall, no. I was pissed but I didn’t say anything. Was I ever unforgiving when Jungwon clearly flirted with you and you laughed it off. Was I ever unforgiving when you threw that pillow at me, no. So I don’t understand why you’re giving me this attitude.” He leans down and whispers again. “So beg.”
“Plea Please touch me.” Wonbin smirks happily. “Where do you want me to touch you princess.” He tilts his head. “Everywhere I want you to touch me and use me however you want.” You said turning red from embarrassment. “Good girl.” Wonbin kisses you and slides off your short shorts. The kiss was needy and sloppy. He throws your shorts somewhere in the room then sits up to take off his shirt. “Since I was being a little mean earlier I’ll give you everything you asked for and more.” He pulls your shirt and his sweats. Going back for a kiss. Your tongue’s fighting for dominance ultimately Wonbin wins and stops the kiss with a bite to your lips. He kisses down your jawline to your neck. He finds your sweet spot and leaves a hicky. Then he goes over your fading hickys. Unable to control yourself you moan out loud wrapping your hand on his hair pulling. You rub your thighs even closer now and Wonbin notices. “Aren’t you needy princess?” He continues to kiss down to your breast then your stomach then finally your inner thighs. “Remind me princess who do you belong to.” He marks hickys in your inner thighs. “You Wonbin, only you.” You whimper at each of his kisses and bites. “That’s right. You’re mine princess.” He starts leave pecks on your cunt. Then finally licks your pussy slowly. This causes you to pull hard on his hair making Wonbin groan satisfied. He enters two fingers into your pussy. He thrust them in slowly making you whimper. He pulls them out and sucks on his fingers. “So sweet.” He smirks staring up at your defeated face.
Wonbin sits up and pulls off his boxers. He toys with his cock near your pussy. He rubs his tip to your cunt loving how you react to his teasing. “It’s so fun to tease you.” He barely enters you then pulls out. Giggling he finally gives in to your cry’s and enters you fully. He groans thrusting slowing back in and out of you. “Faster please.” You asked looking up at him with teary eyes. “Fuck, if only you can see yourself.” He starts to fasten his pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your moaning fills the room. You can feel him hitting just the right places every time he thrusts. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulders going even deeper. Feeling so full you start to clench. “Princess stop you’re gonna make me cum.” He groans and starts to thrust faster. “Fuck baby I think I’m gonna cum.” He closes his eyes and places his freehand on the side of your face. Wonbin leans down and kisses you intensely. You feel your stomach start to knot and you cum. Seconds later Wonbin fills you up with his cum. He thrusts his cum into you. “Fuck that was amazing.” He pulls out and flips you onto him. “You’re such a pillow princess making me do all the work.” He grins at you and you hit his side slightly. “Shut up jerk.” He kisses your shoulder with a giggle and you guys fall asleep.
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whatyadrawin · 6 days
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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 12-
Minors DNI!
Masterlist
Approximately 2,084 words
Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader
This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language, foul language, use of a slur, violence, IMAGES DEPICTING BLOOD (no gore). This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.
A/n: This short chapter straight up flew at my brain immediately following the last chapter. The end of this chapter had me feeling very cocky lol, its probably cringe but its free. LET ME KNOW IF YOU GIGGLED AND KICKED YOUR FEET AT THE LAST SENTENCE. I tried to rush out the art so please don't be too ruthless about it being sloppy, I just wanted to get this chapter out for you all to read ASAP. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.
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Chapter 12
                The night air filled your lungs, you were doubled over trying to regain consciousness after being choked by Dover. Your body was covered in dirt, nothing but a bra and underwear were protecting you from the elements; once you caught your breath you slowly got up, you heard screams followed by the sound of a chainsaw. You turned to look around and saw Dover crawling away from a large man wielding the source of the rattling engine.
You walked closer to the scene unfolding in front of you, only to realize that the one standing before Dover was none other than Tommy. You watch as Tommy stomps on one of Dover’s legs, you hear it snap from the bone breaking on impact, Dover screams in pain and pleads for his life,
“Please, PLEASE! I promise t’leave n’ never come back if y’let me go, Im beggin’ ya!”
Tommy didn’t respond, he just stood there revving the motor of the chainsaw, smoke billowed out of the exhaust swirling around him. You call out,
“Tommy! Wait!”
He turns around to look at you, his expression was unlike any you had ever seen him make, he looked possessed. Tommy wasn’t in there at that moment, it was something else, a demon. Dover took the opportunity of Tommy looking away to get up and limp off as fast as he could, he still had the large knife in his hand from when he was in the hole. Tommy turned around and slowly followed Dover as he tried to escape, you followed them both.
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Dover managed to hide among the trees, Tommy was searching for him as if it were a twisted game of hide-and-seek. Tommy circled around, thrusting the chainsaw into bushes and breathing heavily, he looked through the bush he just cut through. Dover popped up behind him and jammed the knife deep into Tommy’s back, he let out an otherworldly roar, not of pain but rather frustration at being bested. Tommy spun around but Dover was hiding again, you followed closely hoping to call Tommy off so you could both get to safety.
You felt an arm circle around your torso, it was Dover, he had captured you and held the knife to your throat as he held back your arm,
“Hey freak!” He called out to Tommy, “If y’don’t fuck off, then yer little whore gets sliced up!”
Tommy spun around, now he was raging and furious, Dover pulled you with him as he walked backwards, his movements stopped when you heard a click,
“Don’t fukin’ move shit heel” You heard Charlie’s voice,
“Let her go or I blow what little brains you got out your fuckin’ nose.” His voice was even tempered and stern.
Dover released you from his grip, you pushed off of him and ran behind Charlie who was holding a pistol against the back of Dover’s head. Dover put his hands up, Charlie lowered the gun and smirked,
“Now run, little piggy.”
Dover bolted, his broken leg was slowing him down but he pushed through the pain to get away, yelping with each step. Charlie looked at Tommy and smirked,
“Kill him.”
Tommy let out a low growl as he raised the chainsaw forward and sprinted after Dover; Charlie grabbed your arm and started walking you away from the direction Tommy went, he asked,
“You hurt girlie?”
You don’t answer the question and instead say,
“I don’t want to leave Tommy!”
Charlie continues to pull you away, ensuring you couldn’t turn to look,
“Don’t worry ‘bout him, you hurt?” He asks.
You reply, “I’m in pain but, I think I’m ok.”
The sound of a blood curdling scream is heard in the distance, it was met with the sound of the roaring chainsaw cutting through something, you knew what was happening but you couldn’t believe that it was real.
You finally made it to the house and the chainsaw sound had ceased so you knew whatever happened was over. When you get inside, Luda Mae runs to hold you, she looks over your body and brings you over to the parlor where she had a tub of warm water with a washcloth and some gauze,
“Oh god you poor thing, I’m so glad you’re ok. Come here n’ let me clean you up.”
You sit on the couch and she dumps the cloth in the warm water, she rinses the dirt off your skin and begins to look over your body for wounds. You just sat there unable to do anything, you were in a state of bewilderment at the string of events that took place. Luda Mae puts a blanket over you and give you a glass of water then goes to speak to Charlie; they both start speaking quietly. You drink the water and blankly stare at a spot on the rug, your mind began to quiet, you felt like shock was setting in.
Your trance is broken by the sound of the front door opening, Luda Mae calls out,
“Oh, my boy, my sweet, sweet boy, I’m so sorry you had to do that again. Are you hurt?” you could hear the worry in her voice.
You fling the blanket off you and run towards the door, the sight you were met with sent a shiver down your spine. Tommy was covered in blood and his eyes had a distant look to them, a zombie-like expression plastered on his face.
“Tommy?” you were unsure if it was really him, you had never seen him like that before.
You walk up to him and take his hand in yours; he doesn’t even look at you, he slowly walks past you and heads to the basement door, his breathing was heavy and he made a low, animalistic growl as he moved.
You ask, “What’s wrong with him?”
Charlie looks at you, then he looks at Luda Mae,
He says, “He gets like this after a kill, just leave him be.”
“What? So, he really has done it before…” you mumbled.
You went to your room to grab a first aid kit and made your way back to the basement door to go look after him,
Charlie tries to stop you, “Stay away from him girly, if you know what’s good.”
You ignore him and shut the door behind you, following the drops of blood down the stairs.
The trail leads to Tommy’s room, you take a deep breath and open the door. You see Tommy sitting on the bed staring off into nothing, he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence, the room is dark and he is illuminated only by the red of the light outside his door. You walk up to him slowly; he was now breathing steadily but the breaths were slow and full. You turn on the light that was sitting on his nightstand, he still doesn’t move, you get up on his bed to check the wound on his back, its deep and slowly oozing blood.
You leave his bedroom to grab a bucket and wash cloth from the laundry room, when you get back, Tommy was still unmoved and had a thousand-yard stare. You place the bucket next to him and sit on the bed, you begin to gently wash off the blood from the wound, you sigh as you see it needs a gauze bandage but Tommy is covered in blood and needs to be cleaned before you dress any wounds.
You slowly remove the shirt he had on, it was once white, but now was stained a dark red, you unbuckle his pants but are unable to pull them off since he was sitting. You decide to get his mask off so he could breathe better and wash his face. You slowly pull the mask off but before you could get a good look, Tommy grabs your wrists and throws you onto the bed. He gets up and crawls over top of you, pinning your wrists down, you try to struggle out of it but he has a firm grasp on you and his massive body engulfs yours, you look at his face and see the damage from his past. Tommy is missing skin on one side of his face so badly that his teeth are clearly visible, he lets out a deafening roar, his face inches away from yours and you scream in fear. It was like having a bear attacking you, he was not himself, he was barely acting human. You didn’t care, you knew he needed help,
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“Tommy stop! It’s me!” you pleaded with him hoping he could calm down a bit,
“I just want to help! You’re hurt!” you continued.
Tommy was breathing heavily, his eyes slowly started to focus and his pupils became visible again, he immediately let go of you and got off your body. You let out a sigh of relief and sat up,
“Let’s get you to the shower, come on.” You took his hand and pulled him to the bathroom near the laundry area.
He followed you willingly, holding onto your hand firmly. When you got to the bathroom, you turned on the tub faucet and plugged the drain so it would fill with hot water. You took off Tommys pants and stopped before you went to remove his undergarment,
“Tommy, can you take off your underwear and get into the tub for me?” you asked in a hushed tone.
Despite the circumstances, you still wanted to give him some respect and autonomy. You turned your head to look away as he removed his underwear, when you heard him get into the tub you turned back around. A bar of soap was on the wall ledge, the tub itself was a massive claw foot tub and had a lot of space around it, you sat yourself behind his head, wet the soap in the water, and started rubbing suds into his hair. Tommy let out a long sigh, he was starting to return to his normal behavior,
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You say, “Thank you for saving me back there.”
He shakes his head, “I didn’t keep you safe.”
You lean over to look at him, “How could you have?”
He sinks into the water slowly and replies,
“I should’ve been there to stop him from takin’ you.”
You furl your eyebrows and follow,
“If you didn’t come when you did, I wouldn’t be alive right now, you saved my life.”
He lets out a long breath and says,
“Nothin' bad’s gon’ happen to you ever again. I promise.”
“You can’t promise that, you won’t always be there when bad things happen. You're only human.” Your words were sincere.
He washed the rest of the blood off his body and face, then sat up and turned his head to you, he said,
“I ain’t human.”
You laugh, “What are you then?”
He looks away and thinks,
“I dunno, a monster I guess, least that’s what everyone calls me.”
You feel a wave of sadness wash over you, he continues,
“Everyone was always runnin’ n’ screamin’ when they saw me, yellin’ ‘Monster!’”
You put the soap down and get up to position yourself next to him, you gently pull his face to look at yours and say,
“Am I screaming and running?”
He shakes his head, “Why not? I ain’t no prince, n' that’s what you deserve.”
You move in and kiss his cheek, then say, “Because I love you.”
His eyes grew wide, “You serious?” he asks.
You nod your head and smile,
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he sits up and pulls you into the water, you squeal and laugh. Your back is rested on his chest and he gives you a tight bear hug from behind. You spin around to look at him, you pour water on his head to rinse the suds off, his hair hangs over his face like a wet dog and it makes you laugh. He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, you reciprocate and he holds you in place with both arms around you. You pull back and laugh as you push his hair away from his face. You both kiss passionately in the bathtub, water swirling with Dover’s blood, the suds bubbling and floating around you both, making quiet little pops as they dry out in the air.
You were so fried from the events that just took place, the pain in your face from being punched and slapped didn’t affect you yet. Tommy may have a monstrous past, and the face many would flee from, but his arms were a castle, and he, your prince.
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the-one-who-lambs · 3 months
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Putting my friends and mutuals in my cult went about as well as expected...
First to be indoctrinated tonight was Ru @xmajordumps. Not really sure how they got here, they were available to indoctrinate when I booted up the game and, uh, sorry, you'd been stuck in limbo for like 2 months. Don't worry tho I rescued you. Ru's the little brown rat praying by the statue. Cosmi @cosmica-candy is (because what else could she be?) a cute little yellow starfish I rescued from Helob and Wart @cultoftheswag is my little pogchamp snake from Silk Cradle (both praying), and Sara @bamsara is being fucking useless in this screenshot because they arrived elderly so I immediately sacrificed them and revived them lmao.
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Why were you mad about this tho.
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Once again, Sara, I have no idea what the hell you are but you're fukin purple.
We were off to a pretty great and uneventful start until Cosmi, still a fucking infant, asked to go on a mission. I gave her the one with the highest chance of survival.
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Wart is a seafood lover. Here's a closeup of your little silly.
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GIRL PLEASE. You haven't even been here a week.
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Since that was a depressing loss, I decided to kiss my catboy wife to make myself feel better. He doesn't really seem to know how to kiss. I love him so much he's so fucking useless.
Damien @lordiedams has been here for a while, but he decided to become invisible and haunt the crops, just.. standing there ominously.
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Next day rolled around, and Sara asked me to recruit some dissenting asshole that became Deli @delirisse. Look at him. Look at how much of a piece of shit he is. Fuck Sara for gifting me this three-negative-trait follower and fuck Deli for sucking absolute donkey dick /lh.
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In conclusion, y'all should cultify your friends/mutuals it'll be a dumpster fire.
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ronearoundblindly · 1 year
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Hello darling! No pressure (I fukin tried to write this anon and YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN), but I keep thinking about a workaholic reader who needs cared for! It’s the beginning of a new year but she’s already worn out from last year.
You write such a real Steve, can he be stern about it? Tough, rewarding love? And you can request (that I stfu) anything from me, I wish you the whole world 💚💚💚💚
Drag me kicking and screaming :P
Dear bestie,
You bish. Fine. I see what you did there. Be warned, I'mma tap you back for this. Oh, it'll happen...
Not Today
Warnings for...Steve is a bit of a hypocrite? and that might be it? Oh, and Steve uses completely canonical profanity. It's literally the exact same line. You're welcome. WC 3.1k
The tech support department is a team. There are about a dozen people who are tasked with directly answering any Avenger's call at any time, day or night or holiday. You know your own team but not socially since you all rotate and shift hours. It's a fairly lonely job, and that's fine.
The world's superheroes don't know your names, can't distinguish your voices, and don't really care which of you picks up as long as they get the information they need. Steve Rogers is guilty of this, too. It's not on purpose, but he still struggles to remember more than just a 2-D connection can come from technology. Old habits are hard to break.
Then came Thanksgiving, and Steve took several for the team by coordinating casual progress on a few upcoming missions while the rest of the Avengers scattered to celebrate with family. He still saw people; he still enjoyed the festivities. He just also worked.
That's when Steve noticed.
He called your department at 1900h after the big dinner because a document scan was cut off oddly and he needed to see the original. You answered. 
He called again after the house was quiet and everyone slept. At 2300h, you answered. 
With barely-bridled irritation, Steve called instead of a morning run because he needed clarification on a recon analysis. You answered at the ripe 0500h, but he was too distracted to notice it was the same voice until that afternoon.
When it occurred to him that the same person answered four calls in a row, Steve asks for your name, but you politely remind him you aren’t supposed to say it over the line.
“Plus, it’s not important, Captain Rogers. Answering your questions is.”
He doesn’t like that one bit.
After the holiday though, it’s you picking up less often. The others are back in rotation more, and perhaps it was just a fluke, he thinks. If you can’t say your name, you certainly can’t tell him that you filled in for coworkers hoping to spend just a few extra hours with their families.
Your team works out of one central computer lab which Steve knows, but since it’s all by phone and online, remote shifts are common. Steve wouldn’t have time to stalk around the facility anyway.
He lets it go.
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On his way out to the landing pad one night, Sam Wilson joins him in the elevator, suited up, ready, and on the phone.
“Thanks, Genie, I’ll call if there’s anything else,” Sam says before hanging up and nodding at Steve. “Ready?”
“Always,” he grunts back. “Who’s Jeannie?”
“One of the techs.”
“She told you her name?” Steve looks stunned. One of your coworkers doesn’t seem to follow the rules.
“Didn’t. She’s just particularly magical…and effectively trapped in a bottle since she’s always on the phone, I guess.”
Oh—Steve gets it now—Genie is like a nickname. That doesn’t explain why it is still you (because he just knows it’s you) answering calls so frequently.
“Are they short-staffed or something? People out on leave?”
Sam shrugs. “I don’t know, Cap. She just tells me what I need to know.”
They head off on their mission.
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Steve Rogers doesn’t have much of a social life. Ok, fine, he doesn’t have any social life, but he’s a curious sort of man. It bugs him to not understand what’s going on around him, and in theory, this isn’t a huge mystery. He pulls up the time logs for the on-call analysis team and glances over it.
Whether he expected a simple coincidence or a mostly-female staff now that could sound similar, Steve’s not sure, but what he finds infuriates him by proxy. He stops himself from looking up the personnel file for your employee number though. He’s not so mad as to break that protocol.
For another week or so, he fights the urge to hang up on you and call again since he knows there are likely at least three other people available. It probably wouldn’t make his point clear because Steve doesn’t know what his point is yet. Instead, he grits his teeth and does his work, oblivious to his annoyance growing.
Until Christmas Eve when he walks by the lobby coffee bar just as he’s dialing your team’s hotline.
He doesn’t notice at first but the woman next in a long line to order scurries out to hold the phone to her ear, pinning it to her shoulder and opening her laptop right there as she stands. He hears your response echo in both his ears and looks up.
“You gotta be shitting me,” he huffs, stomping over.
It’s only when he snatches your phone away that you realize he’s there. “Oh, gosh, sir—I mean, hello, Captain.”
“What are you doing?!”
He’s downright terrifying when angry, and his fury coupled with your alarm makes you shrink in your own skin.
“I—I just—“
“What is this? Day nine? In a row?!” His voice cracks slightly as he barks out questions he already knows the answer to. He sees people staring around you, so he points down the far hall. “Conference room, now.”
He keeps your phone in hand and ignores it ringing three times before you even make it to the giant table. You look tired. He complains it’s unhealthy but when you try to say something he cuts you off and asks when you last ate. That’s simple, right? You have to feed yourself.
“I was in line, sir. That’s what I was doing.”
“Then you shouldn’t have answered the phone. Sit there, no, right there.” He points and presses one finger against the wood for emphasis. “You don’t move. You don’t leave this room. I’m taking this—“ he pockets your phone “—and you sit there.”
As he’s about to let the door close behind him, he turns. “And if you so much as touch that laptop…”
It’s explicitly clear that you are still terrified, but you nod.
He comes back with food from their private lounge, a variety since he doesn’t know if you have restrictions or allergies. There’s water and coffee already in the room. He sits and eats something with you, staring until you munch on a few things.
When he’s satisfied, he stands and hands back your silenced phone. “I don’t want to catch you overworking like this again, you hear?”
Your very wide eyes blink twice.
He takes that as yes, wraps his knuckles on the table, and goes back to his own work.
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Steve gets exactly what he wants. You log long—but no extra—shifts all the way through to New Year. He never hears your voice when he’s not supposed to.
Except…he celebrated the clock striking midnight with Wilson, Torres, and some other employees on the roof, and after the crowd dissipated, Steve couldn’t get to sleep. He walks (wanders) the halls when this happens. The building is empty.
Of course, the building is not empty, so Steve smacks the glass door open in frustration.
“Nobody works in this lab for third shift.”
You’re startled, ripping your headset off and half-rising from a rolling chair. “This is my shift, and…I’m not nobody.”
“Agreed,” he spits before realizing how that sounds. “Gah—“ he runs his hand through his hair, pulling harder than necessary “—this is insufferable.”
“Agreed,” you mumble, sitting back down with a questioning gaze.
Thinking of nothing else to say, Steve then bursts, “have you at least eaten?”
“Uh…it’s two in the morning. It’s not a meal time.” You flinch at his powerful huff. “Have you? Do you need to eat, Captain Rogers?”
You point him toward a tiny table.
Of course, the phone rings, but he stares you down. “Are there other people working remotely?”
“Yeah but—“
“But what,” he says in a very specific way to indicate there is no correct response except—
“Nothing. I am actually supposed to work though.”
“Seventy-plus hours this week and you still think it’s required?” Steve kicks himself internally. He just showed his hand.
“No…?”
“Just stop—“ He doesn’t get to finish.
His phone rings, and he suddenly can’t say squat. Steve simply answers it, wearing the most sternly disappointed face he can muster, and leaves.
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He gets bold. Something about the anger boiling up inside him at the whole situation makes him far more aggressive at trying to change your habits, more so now that he’s seen your face. You’re not a 2-D sound anymore. You’re real, and you really work too much.
He keeps a closer track of the time logs and sees you’ve, in fact, reduced your hours. Then he hears Torres say something about ‘you rock, Genie’ on the phone…nine hours after he spoke to you that morning. So he checks and you’re not on-call. That’s when he realizes you’ve been working after and before clocking in so it looks like you have no overtime.
That’s nonsensical to Steve. He’s livid.
He picks out one of the burner phones constantly available to his Team and does something he’s not super proud of but feels justified in: he looks up your address in your file. It ends up not being a huge deal because you live in an apartment complex almost entirely rented out by compound employees. Still. Steve folds in his own self-condemnation with his fury at your deceit.
And you lied. You lied to him.
He drives over and stands by the door, flips open the phone, and calls the hotline.
“Ready,” a female voice chirps. It’s customary. No chit-chat just immediately prepared to listen to and research the caller’s question, but he can’t be sure it’s you from one word. Then Steve realizes he can’t say anything because he’ll give away that he also knows you have screened his calls from his normal number during times you are supposed to be off.
“Unclear. Weak audio connection. Boosting in three, two—“
Steve pounds on your door because goddamnit, stop working, woman. There’s a very sharp squeak from the phone (and through the entry) before the line cuts out. His heart rate and breathing spike in anger when he hears a muffled, “what do you want?”
It’s sad, not quizzical or alarmed. You’ve looked through the peephole at him.
“Open the door,” Steve says in his Captain voice, and you do, right away, unable to not comply. He wiggles the phone. “I know for a fact three other people are on-call. Explain yourself.”
You’ve also straightened in anger, but the posture is defensive and fragile. “It’s not like my work suffers, and I can keep going—“
“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should,” he barks back, stepping over the threshold and blocking the entire doorway. “And you suffer even if the work doesn’t.”
You have no rebuttal for a long moment, frowning at his intrusion until you try again.
“Well, you…you’ve been up since at least five—“
“I have a physical advantage to handle more than you on less sleep.”
Your face sours further. “And that makes you better than me?!”
He’s defeated by that, having first scared the daylights out of you by yelling in the atrium, then interrupting you at the lab, and now showing up at your home to yell some more. Steve isn’t at all sure what’s gotten into him.
His shoulders sink. He finally takes a second to look around.
“You’re done. You are off work for the night. Do not pick up that phone.” He snatches it away again. “Just do something else.”
Without moving your feet, your whole body swivels to look around your apartment. You fill the silence with a short sniffle before confessing, “I…I don’t have anything else to do.”
Neither does he. Steve has not a single clue what he’d do if he were told the exact same thing.
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“It won’t fit,” you gasp in frustration.
Steve sighs. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” He continues to watch you struggle, leaning forward just enough so his breath fans over your face. “Go on. You can do it. It’s meant to be.”
“Shut up,” you whimper before dropping the slippery piece in defeat.
“You know in real life—“ he clucks his tongue “—they make cars big enough for your brood there.”
“Steve, this is the game of LIFE. I don’t know that anyone is supposed to end up with five children and a spouse. I’ll just have to strap him to the top of the van.”
As you delicately lay the little man to the side, Steve frowns.
“That’s no way to treat your beloved second son!”
“Who said it was my son I kicked outta the car?”
He barely stifles a laugh and goes to spin for his turn, but not Steve’s turn.
In order to make the game last longer, and because you both have somewhat alter egos, you are playing with Steve, Captain America, Genie, and yourself.
Genie has apparently been super busy having five children. It’s ridiculous.
So Captain America scores one for his perfect little life: a mansion.
“Look at you, Mister Two-Kids-and-A-White-Picket-Fence,” you chide.
One boy and one girl, of course. It’s now the running joke of the game that everyone’s life is terrible compared to Cap’s, even Steve’s.
Steve has three sons, and he keeps grumbling that he wants a daughter. You have offered him one of yours. He feigned offense. He openly hopes to avoid ending up like Genie though.
“I guess I’m just very dedicated to servicing my customers,” you joke in your best phone voice.
Steve sputters and blushes, putting down his to-go container in favor of sipping more water.
He withheld your phone to order, too, and insisted on paying for the obscene amount of food (because he eats like a horse, it seems). In addition, you are required to have half a glass of water every time your phone goes off. Self-care, he says. Hydration is good.
His phone has vibrated a few times as well, and because he’s him, Steve always answers to make absolutely sure it’s not urgent. He talks in his Captain voice, which gave you the idea to make him play the board game like that. He’s actually quite funny trying to get it together and ‘act the part’ while he spins a tiny rainbow dial that he’s already broken twice.
The air of irritation he arrived with has dissipated, and he smiles more. It makes you smile to see him relax. He’s more animated than you would have guessed. He holds himself very straight and still as Cap; Steve is a lot more approachable and a lot easier to make fun of.
He almost left in a completely flabbergasted huff when his original suggestion was for you to have a hot bath or something. Your quick “what are you gonna do? Watch me?” made Steve nearly crawl out of his skin in apology, but you decided to put him out of his misery and suggested eating instead.
“Right. Food,” he muttered under his breath, “that’s a good, basic life requirement…”
And that’s when you also had the idea for this game.
Best decision ever.
He’s never played, so you only made it through a few turns before the delivery arrived. Steve is practically a natural…a natural loser, that is, and it somehow makes him even more perfect. As Cap, he fights for justice, but he doesn’t fight over game rules or what’s fair about random cards and moving in an arbitrary pattern on the board. He doesn’t care if he wins, and oddly, you feel like the gleam in his eyes says “I’m winning by just being here.”
You feel the same. This is the most fun you’ve had in a long time, and it’s just a stupid foldout piece of cardboard. He’s just that magical.
So you both hide away in your own little bottle all night.
More jabs, more setbacks, more triumphant returns from behind later, and you barely care who wins. You chat absently between every spin. You have too much fun going wild with your alter ego’s stories. Then it’s past the three-hour mark of no-calls and quite late.
The food isn’t all gone, so you hop up to make Steve a doggy bag to take home. He shifts from relaxed to wildly awkward in the space of your walk back over.
“So,” he drawls, staring at your two phones on the coffee table, side by side and silent.
“So,” you mimic with a smirk, “I promise to not work until tomorrow, logged in or not. You have my word. Scouts’ honor.”
“I’d say I trust you—“ he bobs his head around, thinking “—but I don’t, so I might have to check up on you.”
“Oh dear,” you gasp. “A home visit? Expected or unexpected?”
He clearly feels bad about how he ended up here for the night, but Steve steps forward to take the wrapped offering of leftovers.
“Maybe expected. Next week? Same time?”
“Sure. I can survive on eating once a week.” It’s cheeky and a little forward of you, implying you might only eat with him and so he should see you that much more, but Steve beams.
He squints a little. “Or maybe sooner?”
“I’d like that. This…this was fun.” You step closer to gently kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Captai—Steve. Thanks.”
“Next time, I want a daughter,” he laughs, tilting to kiss your cheek, too, and then he jumps back and slaps his forehead. “No. Not like. I’m so sorry. That came out all wrong.”
You cackle while he still tries to correct himself.
“We can play the game. And in the game, it would be nice if—would you stop? I didn’t mean it like that.”
A few big breaths has you settling but just barely.
“I know, but hey, maybe next time you’ll be the one tied up?”
Steve swallows hard with huge eyes.
“To the top of the van, that is, because you would give up your seat for the children, right?”
Yeah, he would, he agrees and sees himself out, adding one more good night as he plucks his phone back, pushing it into his pocket next to the burner.
On his ride home, he already has the urge to check.
“Hey,” you answer immediately. “What’s up?”
“You aren’t supposed to pick up. You promised,” he snorts, smiling.
“But I knew it was you.”
He’ll be mad at that eventually. He should be mad at that. He could give another Captain speech about overworking and caring for yourself and yadda yadda, but not today.
No. Not today.
Today, you cared for each other, even though you didn’t know how, even though you didn’t want to, even though it was hard. Tomorrow, you can both care even more.
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Immediately started bawling. Whoops.
Reminder to self: it isn't even the big things that make you feel cared for. Sometimes it's just a very simple joy.
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xiaoluclair · 9 months
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Lestappen for ship ask meme?
dawg u did NOT. okay okay, how Thought are we talking here bc. Yeah .
but… thing Is i've done a million quadrabajilion rambles on this site already.... how much more can i do i hear exactly 0.012 people ask. answer:
A Lot.
firstly, the tropes. the dynamics. the Classics u know the ones. ROLL CALL, we got: enemies to tentative acquaintances to friends to lovers, idiots in hate to idiots in love we got red and blue we got 2 sides of the same coin, he fell first i fell harder, slow burn slug burn sloth burn, the opposite of love is not hate it is indifference, he is more myself than i am, whatever our soles are made of his and mine are the same, we have fucking GOT.
secondly, the fukin. the pure Development??? of their relationship like im screaming into my hands rn no lie i fucking Love their development. the amount of Respect that exists between them, breathes like a living thing bc are you surprised by the pace of charles today? uh.. not really (internally: bitch??? why tf wd i be- ) he's a naturally skilled driver. that's always something you can admire. who do you think will win the wdc this year? i think max. i know how strong he is. (😃🔫)
thirdly, the History. they could fill libraries with their shared past, thoughts about each other (prbly more sharl about max, that boy deffo knows a Hate Boner), races, inchidents (WHICH btw max and charles both saying 'we've had moments' - as in plural???? hello????? HELLO-- ) and they talk about it to, they say in the end, we have been doing this for so long and i want to beat him as much as he wants to beat me. that's the way it is and the way it has always been. which also btW fits nicely into pt2 of Respect and that's on part four-
FOURTHLY, yknow when u try to hold convo with some1 n they just. Lack. like, ur tryna have a Good Time but its like chucking micropipettes of water at the goddamn sahara. yeah that = Sucks. Then we have maxnsharl: This Post. 'we were once in the round of free practice. the drivers were rolling the engines. but charles and max found themselves close together, began to push and almost focused, risking throwing each other out-' . and my tags: #the thought of them always pushing each other#always meeting one another move for move mind for mind#they Wanted competition they Found it in each other#and here it’s that Fire that Spark that Flame that PeePoo Racer Brain#they fanned that in each other…
fifthly, the Spec. the goddamn Spec. spectrum, if you will. how they go from ruthless on track, not an inch given bc they don't Do that, they're not Like that. and then they go from That to licheral heart eyes soft looks tender touch. softwiltedcabbage dot img as i Love to say bc it's True.
and sixthly, finally, climactically before eye fill an entire library: the SEX. dawg.. have you Seen. have u Ascended. bc i have . illegal.
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seventhly i hate them theyre actually the worst ship on the grid. gross disgusting misaligned. votes for taken out back and shot: 1 (tumblr user xiaoluclair).
[yeets myself before i live the rest of my life answering this ask]
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awkward-clone · 8 months
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TW: Gross stuff again
To the ppl making excuses for helluva boss that’s
“They’re demons from hell, what do u expect?”
Ok yeah but they still have morals. Theres a fukin jail in hell along with a rehab center. Some of these characters are supposed to be sympathetic, such as moxie who grew up next to a asshole father. He also didnt want to ruin a family by killing the mother in ep 1 without good reason despite being a demon. He’s supposedly a sympathetic character. So can u still call him a sympathetic character when he starts banging with millie in front of minors? Can u still feel bad for him knowing that? Especially when he tells millie to cut off the “fucking bitches” part of her disguise because “these kids are a bit younger than I expected” and yet does that later on?
And to anyone saying its fiction, guess what? Doesnt matter it still affects reality as it normalises this stuff when no other character calls out the gross shit. Honestly are you the same ppl who look at cp of characters and think its fine cuz its fiction? U rlly disgust me.
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I’m sorry but I’m just a really huge Yves stan. Like listen, Yves would freak me out so bad that I would probably be sweating profusely every time he is within a 6 feet radius, but like as someone who went through parentification and was essentially a glass child with unmet needs when I was younger , the motherly vibes that Yves exudes,,, I’m sorry but I would be hooked, addicted even. Hell I might become the yandere too who knows LMAO.
Like Monty would be cool because I wouldn’t be as intimidated by him, well aside from his sheer size but he’s just a bit sleezy to me I dunno but Yves has this sort of lithe, vampiric, serpent like essence to him that would make me nervous but excited. Hell having someone pour into me in THAT fashion would have me excited.
Also and like correct me if I’m wrong (this is my interpretation) but I feel like Monty is the type of guy that would’ve folded for any person that gave him attention during that time. Like reader was just caught up at the right (wrong) time and now has him following them everywhere, when this literally could’ve been someone else (I think this was already addressed in the story, either this one or the first Monty story I can’t remember) but like YVES, I feel like he has a specific reason why he chose the reader, we would never know but there’s probably something really unique about his darling that makes him so enamored, maybe it a combination of things, who knows. But I feel like his love is more unique and special, to me.
I dunno man I just want someone to check up on me like Yves, I’m down bad.
tw: implication of suicide
YES I BE FUKIN DOWN BAD 4 YVES TOO CAUS HE IS SO MOTHERLY
okay so like the reason why Yves is so into you has been a hot topic on this account, originally i planned to be like some sort of reincarnation shit but that wouldn't hold much water and it would be a little too creepy to imply that he was watching even before ur birth, kinda like preordering a partner and that's already grooming
so i left it vague and up for interpretation and just said he's the allegory of a perfect parent (one link within the link) like i promise i do not condone grooming n incest shit but like, something about having someone knows you deeply and wholly like a fucking parent is really hot, not hot in the "i want to fuck my mom and dad" kinda way, but more like "OH GOD PLEASE I FUCKING WISH YVES IS REAL I WANT TO BE TAKEN CARE OF SO BAD AND I WANT SOMEONE TO SEE IM SUFFERING AND TAKWE IT AWAY FROM MEEEEE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEAASSSEEEEEEE"
these themes literally show up in almost all my works esp Yandere older brother, Yandere best friend and heavily in my Language Barrier series
Whereas for monty, that was my attempt of like trying something new, stuff that I' don't necessarily fancy but it's a nice change of pace, the exact opposite of Yves; the stereotype of the man of the house: dirty, manchild (cant cook), fixes shit his own, doesn't even own a house to handle its affairs, uses dishsoap to wash himself, sex fiend, financially irresponsible, inattentive but trying his best beer is my best friend
Whereas Yves is a stereotype of the woman, cooks, clean, has a 20 step skincare routine, takes care of his looks, hygiene, dress up well, proper etiquette, makeup, handles the finance, saving himself after marriage, more research than the FBI, loves fashion, fitness, live laugh love
and like i get it im not surprised , there will be those who prefer monty over Yves and Yves over monty. just like there's this anon who said something along the lines of Monty are for those who want to fix him, while Yves is for those who wants to BE fixed.
i did have a lot of anons disliking both sides of the yin n yang which was expected n shit
and yes ur right, Monty would have fallen for anyone who saved him not necessarily you, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time- but his saving grace is that once he latched on , he's never letting go there is no one that could replace you. Mans is going to off himself if you're gone
in conclusion, im also downbad for yves
sauryy montyy
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bamsara · 2 years
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Damn bam, I forgot you were like. BlondeBlonde
Jsjdkwkxnwld my hair used to be that light when I was little but it darkened enough to be in a limbo of "not brown but not Blonde"
Also your Smün cosplay is dope as hell, it's so good and your vanny packpack is fukin adorable 💛💛💛
I had white-blonde hair as a baby, and it darkened to a more medium blonde in cold months and lightens brighter in summer months because of the sun. It can also look darker blond almost brown if I don't wash it and it get's gross. It's like having a four-in-one lmao
I get often asked if I dye my hair that way and no, I don't. I do, uh, have to dye my eyebrows at least once in the summer though aslkhgslkghds I normally have dark/med blonde bushy eyebrows so it's not too much of a problem, but if they get 'cleaned up' for some reason I gotta make sure they don't look non-existant
Thank you! You also just reminded me I need to unpack the masks that I've squished into the suitcases lol. The Vanny backpack is bascially suctioned into a air-free bag rn so it's a little funny to look at
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theothermorganh · 1 month
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This is the special interest I am adding to the Worb Au fic!
For everyone who wanted it to be a surprise, It's under the cut.
I will be linking this post (Or a similar one) (If I remember) When the fic comes out so you can come back and reference it.
Now, too the robots.
I fukin' LOVE ROV's. More specifically underwater ROV's.
ROV stands for: Remotely Operated Vehicles.
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A company testing day. (It's an excuse to have fun with the ROV's and the ship [I can talk about the ship in a later post or in an ask if you want to ask some questions (See the bottom of the post)] for a day. And for Maxwell to flaunt his money to Wilson.)
The one in the drawing above is an observational class ROV that is built to survey depths of around 100ft. (I am estimating with the stats on the ones I had worked with/on) (They look similar)
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Text: Wilson: Wow! Engineer: This is one of the many observational class ROV's you ordered. Maxwell: Very good Engineer: May I ask ab- Maxwell: No.
This one in the drawing is one that is more up Maxwell's alley with the sleek style of more expensive ROV's that he would use for his oil rigs.
ROV's can be used to survey the ocean floor and rigs for damage. They can also be used to repair damages in piping and wiring. -I am going to be slightly extubating the abilities of ROV's to a small extent for the purpose of the fic.-
If you want, please ask me questions about them. I will try to be able to answer questions. (I am NOT and expert on this topic. This is an interest of mine and I don't know everything.)
Closeups cause I love u all <3:
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The Izzy Hands Is Autistic PowerPoint Essay
(this is the essay i submitted to the above all else zine (@izzyhandszines ), the exclusivity period of which just ended. enjoy!!)
Hello!!
I would like to start off by saying I’m absolutely fucking terrified to write this essay for a variety of reasons. But I want to express my love of Izzy Hands and how important he is to me, and the best way I’ve found to do so is to express the weird ways I relate to him as an autistic person. I’ve joked in a couple friend circles that I was going to make a PowerPoint presentation about why Izzy’s autistic (hence the title) but I decided to write an essay instead.
Disclaimer: I’m not diagnosing anyone, nor do I want this essay to be used as a diagnostic paper. This is by no means an academic paper, it cites exactly one (1) study, it’s based on my own experiences, light research, and the experiences of my fellow autistic friends. I’m just a dumbass who likes imprinting themselves onto the characters they hyperfixate on.
Reason one why I think Izzy is autistic: because I’m autistic and I said so. *cue end credits*
I’m kidding.
The real first reason comes from Izzy’s interactions with Stede FUKIN’ Bonnet. For one, Stede hates Izzy almost the second he meets him. Now, you could argue that it was because Izzy “stole” his hostages but we’ll set that aside for a sec. It’s been proven that people inherently don’t like autistic people if they don’t realize they’re autistic (Neurotypical Peers are Less Willing to Interact with Those with Autism Based on Thin Slice Judgements by Noah J. Sasson (2017)). Traits that are often put towards “untrustworthy” or “creepy” people tend to describe autistics too. It’s entirely possible Stede caught a vibe and hated Izzy because of it. Stede is kind of an asshole after all (and we still love him for it). Another reason is Stede’s entire existence throws a wrench in Izzy’s routines as a First Mate. He whisks Edward away to do pirate-y things while Izzy is left to deal with a crew who frankly want nothing to do with him because he’s introducing structure on a ship that didn’t have any to begin with. Sure Izzy came off as an asshole (emotional regulation is a bitch) but he’s just a lil guy trying to follow his routines so nobody dies. He has the worst case of sense of justice. He’ll complain that an ambush is “unprofessional”, he’ll play fair in a duel even if it’s to his detriment, he’ll chase Edward around asking for a plan because Bad Things happen without a plan, the list goes on.
I’d like to dedicate this section to his stimming/eye contact/other little habits that make me think he’s autistic. Izzy has a tendency to touch his face when he’s stressed. Not just that, he’ll wrap an arm around himself and rest his hand on his chin so he can fidget with his beard, as if to self soothe. When he’s talking to people, unless he’s threatening them or yelling at them, he doesn’t look them in the eye. Often he’s not even facing them. When he is facing them, he often looks down at their lips, as if he’s struggling with eye contact. He walks around with his hand resting on his sword either because he’s short and the sword will touch the ground if he doesn’t or because it’s more comfortable for him to have his arm up near his chest. This is often referred to as T-rex arms and a lot of us find it more comfortable than letting our arms rest at our sides. He’s a little pyromaniac, he seems to use candle fire to soothe himself. He’s done it at least twice, once while he was lying to Edward about Stede’s response to meeting Blackbeard and once while talking to Spanish Jackie about Stede in her bar. He sleeps in his underwear like a WHORE (affectionate) which could be argued is temperature regulation because a lot of autistics (myself included) H A T E being overheated. Then there’s the ooh daddy scene. From my little list I made prior to this essay, “ooh daddy scene (thank u conbert), yes i have an explainiation for this. a weird ass intimidation tactic? sure. however what if he can’t read social queues and doesn’t fully realize how fucking weird it was to do that”.
Then there’s his glove. I could dedicate an entire essay on speculation on that fucking glove. Is it hiding something? Is it just to look cool? Is it a sensory thing where he doesn’t like the texture of his sword so he wears the glove to make sword fighting easier? We may never know. Or we might in s2 who knows. Speaking of sword fighting it could be argued by me that because Izzy is supposed to be the best swordsman in the world, sword fighting could be his special interest. He probably spent hours perfecting every move until he got to the level of carving his name into a man’s shirt without leaving a single scratch on him.
We’ve seen Izzy have at least one meltdown re: the duel. He’s losing the duel, the crew are jeering at him, Stede isn’t helping, he finally screams at him before his sword breaks. We’ve also seen him have a shutdown where after Edward goes below deck after realizing his plan against the Spanish isn’t going to work because it’s a leap year, Izzy is in the foreground of Frenchie and Lucius staring off into space. It’s possible that after everything he went through that day and the realization that he’s going to die made him completely shut down.
I have no proof of this since we never really see izzy by himself but I don’t believe in the entire time Izzy has been subjected to the constant torture of being alive and autistic in the late 1600 early 1700s he has unmasked even once. When living in such close quarters with other people and being First Mate to the physical embodiment of ADHD he probably doesn’t get a lot of time to himself. Therefore he has to cope with his existence in other ways, as mentioned above. And the crew of The Revenge have ruined almost every way he uses to cope and manage his autism. We’ll have to wait and see what other horrors unfold for this poor little autistic man, but for now all we can do is pick him apart and see what’s under the hood.
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vioisgoinginsane · 6 months
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I love vivia. The way he executes his... Narrative purpose is f hilarious.
He's a detective but he says "how about we don't solve this mystery, huh?"
He's part of the main cast but for the first 3 chapters there are sidequest NPCs with more lines than him. When he does talk, the fourth wall shakes in its boots.
When his own chapter starts its like his middle name is waldo cuz where the fuk is he??? Is he stalking me from where I can't see him? (What i thought before I knew that's actually probable)
Dude casually breaks every established convention.
"Only Yuma can see shinigami" vivia: 🧍‍♂️
"Oh the investigation started! Vivia! Let's go investigate!" Vivia: nuh uh "dafuk you mean nuh uh"
"Everyone forgets their memories about the case when they enter the labyrinth and about the labyrinth when they go back to reality" vivia: 🧍‍♂️
Every other partner: I may not have my forte but I'll do everything i can to help you, Yuma! Vivia: oh thank god. I don't have to do anything. (He proceeds to help anyways)
He sTARTS HELPING THE PHANTOM
"You can bring books in, the mystery labyrinth?" "He's just special"
Phantom: there's nothing to find here! Leave! Vivia, deadass: Okay.
YOU FUKIN FIGHT HIM IN THE LABYRINTH
And it's not like he just betrays your expectations, he comes around and helps even tho he says he won't cuz dude got a habit of saying one thing doing another and he's just a contrarian like that and he cares even tho it doesn't look like it to people.
Dude takes over the narrative purpose of the dove from that book he read- the dove. A symbol of PEACE but you're FIGHTING HIM as a BOSS BATTLE. TURNS THAT INTO AN ANTAGONIST. THIS SHOT MADE ME GO FERAL CUZ THOSE WINGS ARE WHITE LIKE A DOVE'S
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What a guy.
(Very flavourful kodaka, very flavourful)
Chap says "I'll interrogate Yomi when we're back" *gets hit with realism* like he was barely hanging on by 1 HP after that fight and yomi dealt the final blow. Ultimate "boss when you fight him vs boss when he joins your party" moment.
He say both "apologizing is too much trouble" and "sorry i threatened you with a knife" oh yeah. I forgot to even mention. He threatens Yuma with a box cutter.
Vivia's DLC could be playing as vivia but all he does is stay in the office a whole day while everyone else comes in and out with shenanigans like one of those low budget one location comedy sitcomes. Someone asks vivia if he wants to come investigate, he says no and I say "yea. This feels on brand." Dude could not even solve a mystery and I'd still just be satisfied with the screentime. It would work cuz vivia says "i prefer being alone" but he loves this silly lil found family of silly weirdos.
I hope they leave Fubuki and Vivia alone in the same room cuz (if Fubuki remembers he's there) imagine directing Vivia's convoluted metaphors towards FUBUKI. so many ways this can go wrong... If it were me I'd send them on an assignment together just to see... *evil giggle*
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badlydrawn-brostrider · 4 months
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BGD: ...
BGD: Hey man. Are you alright? You look like little man over there when he sees a picture of his ex. Well, worse than that, but you know what I'm trying to say.
BGD: Do you need a hug? Or someone to just talk to?
BGD: Jake always told me I was good at both of those things. Sometimes and when I can actually be touched.
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BRO: ...
BRO: M'fine, you can stop lookin' at me with those sad eyes. Jesus, ya look as if you were the one havin' nightmares.
BRO: I don't need anything. Well, besides maybe Mini Me takin' a fucking hint and leave me be. 'N I don't want to test just how corporeal you are by stabbin' ya in a blind panic, so I'd suggest backin' off.
BRO: It's late, both of y'all should be sleepin' or whatever brain ghosts do at night. Pretend nothin' happened.
BRO: Shit, where'd my fukin' shades go... must'a dropped em when I woke up.
@badlydrawn-brainghostdirk
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Holding the universe in his arms/////Fuck it we ball jonatello fusion fic real
literally so fucking exausted i might not even continue idfk but i needed to get it off my google docs so i can continue or smthn idfk but here yall go enjoy
The crystal glowed with an eerie light, illuminating the room and reflecting off Donnie’s goggles. They carefully chipped a piece off and held it under a microscope, watching the colors swirl and change. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before, and it certainly wasn’t recorded in human history. ‘Makes sense’ they thought, huffing to themself lightly. ‘I found it on a crashed Kraang ship, so it’s probably some sort of alien material.’ 
The object glowed and almost pulsed. It was mesmerizing, one could fall asleep if they stared at it for too long. But Donnie wasn’t going to sleep. Not just yet. 
Now, Donnie should have expected what happened next. It’s rare they get a moment of peace with their family. But, surprisingly, the person that tumbled into their lab with a laugh and a shout was not an orange and green blur. Donnie looked over at the absence of orange for a split second, but immediately turned back when they saw the intruder. Of course he would bother them at this exact moment. 
“Heeeyyy, Stickmaster!! What’s that shiny rock ya got there?” 
Arnold Casey Bernid Jones Junior. The way Donatello got his full legal name is not important. What is important is the fact that he is their greatest rival. In love, in snarky remarks, in machinery, you name it. Except intelligence. They trump him on that topic. But either way, he has no reason to be here, and Donatello had no reason to put up with him. 
“Nothing you need to know about Puckhead, now get out of my lab before I lose a foot up your ass.” Donatello doesn’t move from their spot examining the crystal, not even when they hear a chuckle and a soft “Hot.” come out of Casey. He’s been doing that lately. He’s been.. Flirting. More so than normal. Which in and of itself is a feat, considering the walking pansexual disaster flirts with almost everyone he meets. No, the flirting is not strange. It’s that he’s been flirting with Donatello. An insane thing to hear, Don was shocked the first time they heard any words of romantic affection come from his mouth. But, alas, this is true. It started out small, just little “damn!”s and wolf whistle coming from the human. But it’s been escalating more as of late. Patting their shoulder and giving them a sly smirk, random offhand comments about their attractiveness, a couple sexual innuendos thrown in with their regular banter. Donatello hated it. They hated it so much, they hated the way their face flushed when he got close, hated the way their stomach flipped when he smirked. It was ridiculous, unnecessary, horrible, but somehow the best feeling they’ve ever had. 
“Come on, I just wanna look! Just a little peek?” Casey whines, slumping over Donatello’s shoulder. He was close. Too close. They could feel the warmth emanating from his body, feel the unnaturally loud thrum of his heart, could feel his hot breath on their neck. He was too close. Far too close. They shrug him off the best they can, which resulted in him groaning and spinning their chair, and by proxy, them, to face him. He steps back and crosses his arms, a slight pout on his tan, freckled face. It shouldn’t have been endearing. “Listen, Shit-for-brains, I have work to do. I need to study this.” They turn back, hearing another loud groan come from their ally. 
“Doonniieeeeeee, you’ve been in here for days! That's the whole fukin’ reason I'm in here, Leo told me to come and get ya before she came in to whoop your sorry ass into bed.” Donnie scoffed, of course that was why he was here. Their sister. He would never come in here on his own terms. 
[a small part of Donnie deflated at that last thought. They smack that part of themself upside the head, and focus on ignoring his presence.]
“Well, you can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am. I have been keeping up with my hygiene, and have been eating and drinking properly. There is no reason I should need to leave.” Casey barks out a laugh, pushing Donnie’s tools across the table to lean in front of them. “‘You can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am’” Casey mocks them with a high, nasally voice, adopting a smug, reserved look as he does so. “Bull! When was the last time you went out and ate?” He then yells, reverting back to his regular, loud voice. Donnie shrinks back just a titch at the volume, before scoffing and crossing their arms. “This morning.” They say, pushing the goggles up on their forehead. 
Casey raises an eyebrow. “And what was the date of this, ‘this morning’?” he says, eyeing them suspiciously. Donnie pauses. 
“April 3rd.” 
There's a moment of silence before Casey bursts out laughing again. “April 3rd?!? Dude, it’s the fifth today!” Donnie jumps back at that, rushing to their laptop to check the human’s facts. He was right. HE WAS RIGHT?! Donnie had been cooped up in their lab for two whole days?! They swear it hadn’t been that long! But the universe was against them in this. And apparently was hellbent on making it worse, because Casey then grabbed the crystal. “So, on account of this new realization you have just had,” He said, holding the glowing thing above his head in a ceremonial way, “I am going to confiscate this until further notice.” 
Donnie stood up and shouted, lunging for the crystal. He somehow managed to swerve away from them, laughing and jumping around. “Casey! I don’t know if it’s safe to touch! It could be unstable!” They moved to grab it again, but he was too quick. How was he too quick?! “I dunno don, seems pretty safe to me.” He runs the crystal from the middle of his thigh to the side of his collarbone, smirking the whole time. It pushes up the side of his hoodie for just a moment, putting his hip and lower waist on full display. Casey wasn’t likely to be seen without layers of black clothing, and Donnie was surprised to catch a glimpse of freckled skin before the hoodie fell back down. Apparently Donnie was Immensely tired, because not only was Casey faster than them, that last little trick he pulled was effective in slowing them down even further. They curse themself for being so easily flustered. 
Casey laughed at Donnie’s state, hopping back and forth around them. Crystal in hand, he was literally running circles around them. Donnie continued to try and fail to grab the crystal from him, resulting in the pair entering a sort of dance. Casey came close, Donnie lunged, Casey dodged and barked out a laugh. The crystal seemed to grow brighter in Casey’s grip everytime the two made some sort of contact, illuminating his face in an ethereal way. This was not helping Donnie’s case at all. At some point Casey started dancing around the mutant, his laugh filling the room with joy. Donnie hated it. He came close, grabbed their hand. The crystal grew impossibly bright. He let go, spinning around and around, dragging Donnie with him. Donnie was dizzy and annoyed. This was so ridiculous! He was messing with a potentially dangerous force, with no regard for his safety! And while this was no different than normal, it was endlessly infuriating. To top it off, Casey ended the spin with a dip, holding donnie in one arm and the crystal in the other. He held the crystal far away from Donnie, but the light still managed to reach his eyes. 
There was a moment, a still moment, where everything was calm. Where, for a moment, the light filtered through Casey’s fingers with an unearthly glow. Where, for a moment, Casey’s normally dark eyes seemed to hold an entire galaxy. Where his smile was as big as could be, missing teeth and all. Where his dimples indented his cheeks in a way that perfectly matched the splattering of freckles on his face. Where all the acne scars seemed like stars, light spots scattered across his face. Donnie saw themself in his eyes, along with the galaxy they held. Logically, they know it was just the reflection of light off their goggles. But, for a moment, it seemed as though they were peering into puddles of space. And, for a moment, Casey was just so impossibly beautiful that they could not stand to look at him anymore. 
Thankfully, the moment was ended by the pair being enveloped in white light, forcing them both to close their eyes. 
[With how observant they were, Donnie seemed to miss Casey’s flush as he dodged and weaved, seeming to miss how loud his heart was. They seemed to miss that Casey did not have a galaxy in his eyes, because he was looking at Donnie like they were his whole universe.]
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