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whatudottu · 5 months

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I am endlessly entertained (perhaps that's the wrong word) by the concept that Knock Out was only ever doctor adjacent and just switched from a cosmetic surgeon to a full blown medic during the war, especially since apparently in human medicine you don't have to have a doctorate as a cosmetic surgeon, at minimum only needing their basic initial medical training.

But I've also been thinking of it shattered too, Shattered Glass specifically.

I mean, I could hypothetically keep SG Knock Out as a cosmetic surgeon, but why would a cosmetic surgeon not practice what they preach and at least look a little nice. Going with a literally shattered Knock Out, would you trust a bot that looks like he walked out fresh from a car crash to make your finish shine? Probably not, but he'll do it...

Though, not in the same way one might as a cosmetic surgeon do (beautician?)

If SG!KO is so hellbent on keeping every scar and only really fixing anything if it reduces the integrity of armour (Knock Out may scoff at scuffed paint but he isn't an idiot), what if frankly he's unused to working on anyone that was ever remotely alive, especially himself who would need to be alive to do anything in the first place. A scar here, a scrape there, battle hardened warriors on their deathbed might want to look grand and imposing even in death, no wayward medic is gonna make that body look pristine and perfect just to erase the story of what had happened.

So instead of being a cosmetic surgeon, Shattered Glass Knock Out may have been a mortician, perfectly adept at making a corpse shine without erasing the features the dearly departed so diligently requested, though gussying up a comatose body is a lot more living than he's particularly used to.

Part of what makes this funny (in perhaps a horrifying way) is that Knock Out uh has no history with being a doctor OR as a licensed medical professional; you don't need a to worry about the hippocratic oath if the patient you're working on hasn't been alive for a whole month. What counts as an open wound fresh from stabbing versus an old wound one wears proudly is if there's any live wires or leaking fuel actively compromising the integrity of a bot's frame. Buffing and waxing a living mecha's armour is different when there are still active nanites working their way on and throughout the body giving their vibrant armour colours. Stemming the flow of actual liquid energon versus the congealed clots of cold dead fuel is an entirely different experience than what Knock Out had been doing over and over again before he had to be a medic.

Trial and error, where the errors lead back into KO's expertise, dealing with the dead and following the wishes of the deceased; a new term to agree upon came about with the war, to harvest what can be salvaged and be stored (for as long as they will live) for spare parts.

If baseverse Knock Out was a charming, outgoing, and sociable mech, SG Knock Out isn't used to bodies (patients, mecha) walking around and talking. One of the first time he was fixing a finish, first time using the stuff for the living, he nearly clawed off his own work when the mech made conversation; the ensuing joke of 'having a BREAKDOWN' didn't stop the groan and eye roll from being his next response. He doesn't so much as flinch at a dead looking finish, the kinda grey you look at an immediately associate with a corpse, but he can certainly tell the difference from a hue of nanites and the absence of their activity. At the cordial 'Doctor Knock Out' sent his way, he has to shut himself up correcting them, for as true as he may say he isn't a doctor it isn't particularly assuring for the bot in charge of your medical care states blandly he doesn't have a license; not many do, but saying it aloud doesn't help anyone.

Working during the war KO has accrued a few scars of his own, never makes it the end of the solar cycle with a pristine finish... and not just because he doesn't really care to start the day with a fresh coat. Armour often left dented though repaired when split, face and portions of protoform littered with nicks and cuts and sometimes gaping wounds, sealed shut not with welding but a mesh net he had once used as a mortician for those very same scars, whatever bleeding there long since healed. The missing optic is inconvenient, though not quite as terrible as losing a few parts from his fingers, their delicate work hampered with some missing tips, another near fully gone.

Some of them have stories, others a quick flash. There was a bomb in a body, that took his fingers. There was a welding torch, the light burned his optic. A wound on his side, that was from a lucky shot.

He is his own walking autopsy.

#knock out #tfp knock out #shattered glass #tfp shattered glass #transformers #tfp #maccadam #i might've gotten carried away #and i might've also lost where i was and got stranded after getting said carried away #but i think that at least in the way i inform the choices of my idea of shattered knock out #is distinguishing the two from their previous profession- living beauty and deceased beauty #don't particularly know about how morticians are valued in cybertron lmao #might be unsightly in functionist views as so they're isolated- could be deemed a necessity and only really offputting to the average bot #intriguing a version of breakdown might say- who knows depends- might also be this breakdown that finds this ko intriguing too #i guess shattered glass might mean that kobd ain't as 'couple goals' as it may be in baseverse #okay- boop

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karinyosa · 4 months

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i found this like 3m video essay style thing i made in hs for class and it is. THEEEEE most gayboy with my taste in movies/media thing i’ve ever seen. nothing changes

#i find it so hard to conceptualize myself as a continuous being with a past that it was kind of healing to watch ejbdjshsjm #i remember exactly how nervous i was when they played it in class and exactly how shit i thought it was #i mean i remember loving it too but it was the other stuff that stayed with me clearly #anyway i watched it after working on my weird fucking amv and i was like ah. so i have just always had the same aesthetic sensibility #me.txt #also i was wearing EYELINER in it djshsjsb. my eyeliner era #and this shirt i had very badly modified. ouughhhh baby me thought anything i made that came out crude was terribly unsightly. </3 #i don’t know where that shirt is anymore so i probably threw it out. i did that with so many things! :(#also i did cite all my sources but i think i did NOT do it properly dfjdfjjsfh

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wrecking · 9 months

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i've officially ascended a couple tiers of maslow's hierarchy of needs and instead of simple resting on the laurels of being in a very stable, very healthy environment and working on things patiently, my mind has decided to take a curtain and blind out the bottom layers as much as possible, so that i can never know peace as i now chase harder to obtain bullshit i guess

#d #this is a really frilly way of saying that i'm emotionally and financially supported and i have a great support system BUT no boyfriend #and it's absolutely driving me insane because i feel both the most desirable i've ever been and yet completely hideous at the same time #like my dysphoria makes everything a gigantic issue nowadays and i feel so unsightly for things that realistically don't matter a damn bit #and i finally have let myself actually want to feel wanted and loved and other things i won't say here but you know exactly what i mean #and like now i am just. starving for the attention and affection of those things #i know in theory these things will come in time but like #it is hitting me so much harder than it ever did pre-E even in my teen years #such is the nature of second puberty i guess tho. i have all the increased trauma and emotional maturity and intelligence now to like #make it all a lot more meaningful and important and nuanced and complicated to me and i want it all so so much

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quillyfied · 10 months

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Blorbos wearing my favorite pajama pants because I CAN. I meant to include some of my favorite mugs with them but got a little too excited about the pants. Yes I was wearing the strawberry pants when I drew these.

#quillartist #I should tag the fandoms but tbh they might prefer I didn’t #GOmens and ofmd respectively anyway #my beloved teacup pj pants have an unsightly hole that I’ve been meaning to get fixed #bc they’re practically brand new dangit #and I love them so much #entering my cozy cute pajama pants era #inflicting it on my beloved blorbos

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eorzeashan · 10 months

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Theron Shan horsegirl confirmed?

Ashara I told you not to touch the tentacle hentome

#'don't tell me what to do' get's whoa easy'd. ardently eats oats out of his hand #that line was surprisingly gentle when he's usually standoffish that was. huh #also that force vision was WILD I was like WHAAAAT #what the hell did it mean #good lord that must've prompted a lot of . fics #i was kinda embarrassed watching it.......#swtor #ooc #eight: DON'T IMAGINE ME IN SUCH POSITIONS #ashara: IT WASNT LIKE THAT #both of them: (high pitched tea kettle whistle out the ears)#dw he just thinks it's unsightly.#i would never be owned by a tree...say it's not true ashara

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dex-starr · 1 year

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Man all the wrong places of my body really did lose their muscle mass. Like I think I had a decent lower half of my body before just could tone it more but now I definitely don’t see the muscle I had even though I was inactive for a bit from soccer.

Like I think my calves are recovering but my thighs are just the opposite now damn. But the beer belly remains

#shut up pls dex #I can see the gruff muscular shape I can be in from the weigh loss though. my body took a big hit skin wise more than before though #I was already self conscious about this because ppl are just brutal on any marks that they deem unsightly #but I had legit no control in rapidly losing over 60 lbs #I mean fuck I weighed in at 214 the last time I saw my ex in 2021 #that means I went down that weight all in 2020 and 2021 #legit 2019 I probably lost weight then too but the first year that I did see her in 2018 I was heavier for sure #and probably sick from what made me lose all this weight and made my body feel like ass but not as severely

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teslacoils-and-hubris · 8 months

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There's this show i only watched one episode of called ugliest house in America, and the premise is that the host goes around America looking at submitted ugly houses and the Most Ugly house gets remodeled at the end of the season.

All this only matters because the one episode I caught made me just.... really sad. They show three houses per episode and I don't really remember the other two houses because they were bland and not that interesting, but the one house, the one that won that round and was closer to being remodeled was obviously an artists house.

Everything in this house had been customized around the previous owners life Pasion: birds. And I do mean everything. They had literally printed out dozens of various drawings of birds and plastered them onto the basement wall. They had made tile mosseics of cranes right on the front entrance. Drawn egrets with what I'm pretty sure were crayons on the walls. And it was really obvious how many hours and how much love went into making this house something beautiful to that artist. And here it was, being toured around on television, touted as the ugliest house in America.

Every time they saw another bird the show played up the hosts surprise and eventually disgust. How WEEIRD that this unnamed, presumably dead artist was soooo into birds that they carefully crafted their whole life around them. The attic was an aviary for (the current owners assumed) pigeons. How silly and foolish and stupid that artist was for ruining the market value of their home by making it a shrine to something they loved. Do I blame the current owners? No. Of course not. I certainly wouldn't want to live in a house plastered wall to wall with birds with an attic that still smells like bird. But it's just..... the way they talked about it was upsetting.

There was no compassion for the person who put so much time and effort into lovingly crafting a house they really were happy in. The genuinely well done and skilled crayon drawings on the wall talked about the exact same way as you'd talk about a stain on the carpet. Unsightly. Strange. Unmarketable.

I look at my own room, lovingly crafted to be my oasis after a hard day. Halloween decoration sticker bats permanently on the wall. The ufo mural I spent a good month on that would probably be more at home in a minigolf course than a bedroom. Years of artwork both handmade and purchased tacked up to the walls. How much of it would the host mock. Teal walls sanded down and painted the off-white eggshell of marketability. It's going to happen regardless, I can't take the mural with me and even if I live in this house until I die someone will be here after me and they probably won't want it. But there's a certain kind of.... humiliating exposure of watching someone's heart and soul get torn apart on television. The ugliest house in America.

#doc rambles

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kquil · 2 months

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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PRT.6

06 : SELFISH DESIRES

SUM : it's your chance to make amends and push aside your selfish desires - your heart will ache but they're worth it

TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james potter ; piercer remus lupin ; angst ; idiots in love ; unexpected turn of events ; sirius is the main character here ; jk jk ; it's you~ hehe~ ; you'll see what i mean ; wolfstar have a heated argument ; i almost cried writing it ; i hate seeing them like that ; poor james ; james needs a hug ; regulus makes an appearance! ; dramatic sirius black ; regulus is a good brother ; sirius being an instigator ; we love him for it though ; you can't just leave them again! ; no fluff here kiddos ; but kiddos stay away! ; just cover your innocent eyes!

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“You’re disgusting,” Sirius manages an indifferent glance over at his younger brother before resuming his miserable, unmoving position on the sofa — Regulus’ sofa. The obvious detachment Sirius has to the situation only stirs his younger brother’s bubbling anger, “It’s almost been a full month! And you’re letting yourself rot away on my sofa; get a hold of yourself!” No response. Regulus shakes his head with a drawn out sigh, “you usually don’t stay around this long whenever there’s an argument… I wonder what’s happened this time…”

Deeming his older brother completely hopeless, Regulus returns to his sparse but sleek kitchen just as the kettle whistles its readiness to be poured for tea.

Sirius breaths an audible sigh and grimaces at the stench of his breath. The mix of excessive alcohol, countless cigarettes and mountains of junk food didn’t make for a good concoction on his tongue, definitely not for fresh breath. When was the last time he had brushed his teeth? He brings a hand up to push straggling strands of hair away from his view but grumbles when the curls had knotted up too much for him to comb his hair back uninterrupted. Stone grey eyes look down at his figure, stagnant and pale, weighed heavy from low spirits.

What followed the night you left their flat was the worst fight they have ever had. It was mainly between him and Remus while James remained in the background, too downhearted to contribute anything to the verbal warfare happening before him. He was spoiled with love since birth. As an only child with loving parents, who never fought in front of him, whenever Sirius and Remus argued, James was left paralysed with despair. It was always shocking to him how nasty those fights became; his parents never fought like that. Sirius could see it in his sweet hazel eyes that James wanted desperately to have peace but didn’t know how to steer things in that direction. He had tried before, many times, to defuse the situation but both Sirius and Remus were too stubborn and hot-headed from the argument as well as their suddenly stark differences in opinion to back down.

As unfortunate as it is to think about, these fights happened often, recurring in the same exact way – originating from opposing opinions, primarily between him and Remus. They would try to keep it together but it would just keep piling up until someone snaps and then there’s no dispelling their disputes. James either takes a side or none at all (usually the later) and Sirius storms out of the flat to stay with Regulus.

He should feel guilty for being such a burden to his younger brother. He should have more pride in himself than to allow Regulus to ever see him in such a depressed and unpleasant state. Lack of hygiene, self care and self maintenance manifests into something so repulsive and unsightly, Sirius would usually be back and making amends within a week or two – encouraged by his own lack of cleanliness and his commitment to run from the disease of laziness.

But it’s been more than that now. Nearly a month, Regulus says. Time just passes by, slow and tolerant, so unlike him, and yet, Sirius still managed to lose complete track of it. This is the longest they’ve ever had a dispute without reconciling.

His own stubbornness is definitely a factor. He had been right all along. If only they, mostly Remus, had listened to him. James was fully on board but Remus was stubbornly defiant and managed to convince the former otherwise.

“Do you think she’s the type of person who would embrace such an unconventional relationship with open arms?!”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Moony,” Sirius grits his teeth, his inner thoughts and reasoning ached to be heard and let out coherently. In his mind, it all made sense to do things the way he suggests, so why couldn’t his boyfriend understand him?! It doesn’t even seem like he’s trying to listen to him at this point! “She won’t understand if we don’t say anything to her! We have to be forward and bold! Do it now before something happens!”

“Nothing. Is. Going. To. Happen!”

“How can you be so sure? We need to be honest with her, it’s not fair to her and it’s, frankly, deceitful to keep her in the dark about all this!”

“We can’t be too sure that she’ll accept us. If that happens then we’ll never see her again– I don’t want that, do you?!”

“We won’t know unless we say something, do something, anything!”

“Please just trust me, Siri,” Remus begs, his loud voice lowering to a soft plea, his beautiful brown eyes no longer fierce or piercing but kind and warm again, with a hint of fear. Sirius can sympathise with that creeping terror, an anxiety that wants to swallow you whole and keep you in a dark abyss for eternity, “I don’t want to frighten her…”

The first time, Sirius gave in, weak for his love and weak for the reasoning behind his proposal on the matter concerning you. The dark-haired tattooist couldn’t fault his lover for that but, in hindsight, he should have argued his side more, maybe then, you wouldn’t have disappeared like that…

“Hey, your phone won’t stop pinging,” Regulus alerts, appearing out of thin air and surprising Sirius enough to sit up and alert with wide eyes, “will you finally read their messages to you?” with some reluctance, Sirius reaches for his phone and proceeds to look through his messages while Regulus takes a seat opposite him, a steaming cup of tea in hand.

The younger Black brother was just about to begin reading another one of his classic novel favourites when a rush of air flew by him, ruffling the small strands of hair and whipping about the billowing steam from his mug of tea. Moments later, the sound of his shower turning on full blast echos through his flat and a smile graces his lips.

“It’s about time…”

Lingering guilt had plagued you all night long and you barely managed to get a wink of sleep. It, however, meant that you were able to better prepare lunch for the boys the following day. While cooking, you abandon all negative feelings to focus on only the good, not wanting any harmful emotions to diffuse into the food and saturate it with bad tastes. Your eyebags weren’t a pretty sight but it was easily fixable with a touch of makeup.

You tried to look your best for the day. Fortunately, the early summer sun inspired your motivations further. Yes, you’ve made the terrible mistake of selfishly pushing them away to nurse your own battered soul and unrequited feelings, but this was your time to make amends, to make things right… to see Sirius again.

You never felt right after you accused him of cheating on Remus and James with each other, only to find out that he was far more loving and loyal than that. You were embarrassed and ashamed to have ever thought so negatively about him, jumping to conclusions like an immature, thoughtless child. It was wonderful seeing James and Remus again, your heart was practically soaring in your chest as it disregarded all lingering feelings of misery and dejection. But now, your chest felt incredibly tight as your heart ached to catch a simple glimpse of Sirius.

You carefully pack away the lovingly prepared food and desserts into your largest, most durable shopping bag before getting dressed. It was only natural that you managed to make more than you usually made for the boys, seeing as you wanted to spoil them rotten after being so childish the last few weeks. Since the weather was pleasant, you opted for a cute mini dress with a light, flowy material that was comfortable and soft. Over top, you wore a cropped cardigan that had long sleeves, enough to reach past your fingertips. For jewellery, you wore a simple necklace and slipped into a strappy pair of mid-heeled platforms that weren’t too tall. Casual but cute.

Approaching the studio doors, your grip on the strap of your bag tightens and your breath hitches. They hadn’t taken the notice down and the bold, red letters of their ‘CLOSED’ sign glared at you angrily.

Were they inside? Should you knock? Neither Remus or James actually agreed to your sudden choice to meet for lunch the night before. Did this mean that they didn’t want you to be in their lives anymore?... But… but you wanted to make things right! You wanted to apologise! You want to be friends with them again! You’ll tell them right away – tell them how you would do anything just to remain by their side, even if it’s just as a friend, you’ll be happy for them! You won’t be selfish anymore, you won’t covet anything more than friendship with them, that’s all you want! Not that they’ve ever heard of your true desires—

“Well?” A familiar voice speaks up behind you, putting an abrupt end to your panicked inner monologue, “Aren’t you going to knock?”

Swiftly spinning in place, you smile brightly at the biker and tattooist standing before you, dressed in all black, with heavy, lace-up boots and his signature leather jacket, “Sirius!”

He doesn’t breathe a word to you, eyeing your hefty bag before briefly meeting your eyes and making his way over. His long strides made it so that he reached you in no time but he didn’t stop. With a light gasp, he had backed you up into the left of their studio’s double-door front entrance. You held your breath and kept your eyes shut tight, not knowing what to do as your heart pounded deafeningly against your eardrums.

A moment passes and you feel his hand brush against yours before your portly bag of packed food is taken from you. A wave of relief washed over your aching shoulder as the weight disappeared but such a diminutive alleviation of discomfort couldn’t swamp the trepidation in your heart. Sirius was different.

“Siri–”

“Let’s head inside,” he had opened the right hand door and easily slipped through with your bag. Alone and in the quiet, you felt like crying. You wanted to cry, desperately but you knew that it would offer little to no reassurance. So, with a heavy heart, you followed Sirius inside and closed the studio door behind you.

The air was stale but, in it, lingered a familiar scent that you had come to love, it was a clean, almost clinical smell from the regular use of disinfectant and bleach. You love this parlour so much, it was filled with so many good memories, ones of soft affection through tender words and gentle caresses. Despite the earlier interaction, you couldn’t help but smile just from the wave of romantic sentiment washing over you.

“You’re here,” Remus greets with a tired smile as James sits on the opposite end of the sofa with a shy grin directed towards you, his hazel eyes looking elsewhere.

“Sorry if I’m late,” you managed a weak smile, “I didn’t know if the door was open or not. Thankfully, Sirius was there to help me in,” Sirius didn’t sit down despite the many available seating spaces and chose to lean his back against a far wall, instead. James couldn’t meet your eyes and Remus was sneakily massaging his temple as he leaned his face against his large hand, “let’s eat, shall we? I hope you guys are hungry,”

It was never this awkward. Or quiet. Especially when sharing your homemade lunch together. James would usually be giving you endless praise through large, mid-chewed mouthfuls while Sirius laughed at the ridiculous sounds and faces he’d pull trying to speak coherently through the mouthful of food, and Remus would shake his head, his amusement by the display evident in the warm glimmer of his eyes. However, James doesn’t have as big of an appetite today and Sirius stands alone with his tupperware, barely touching his food. Remus is the only one eating a substantial amount besides you. Although, you’ve gradually slowed your own chewing.

What have you done?...

What happened to all of you?

Your shame brought your gaze down, making your head weigh heavier than usual as you give up on communicating anything with the boys. This wasn’t how it was meant to go…what should you do now? The pain in your heart was unbearable.

Shoulders slumped and confidence dried up, you struggled to think of what to do. You should have prepared a speech or something. It was naive of you to think that simply coming over with a homemade lunch would fix anything. Things are never going to be the same, no matter how much you hope and pray for them to be.

You’re hopeless… completely and utterly hopeless…

This was your worst fear come to life. You had feared rejection but seeing them unloving towards each other, barely communicating and broken apart, your stomach collapsed in on itself as your heart fell to a million pieces. You didn’t utter a single word of loving them romantically aloud and yet, you still managed to get in between their relationship. This was a sentiment of how selfish of a person you are.

How could you do this to them?! They were your friends, who saved you from the worst night of your life, and you repay them like this?! Shameful. Disgusting. You don’t think you could ever look at yourself in the mirror again.

The skirt of your mini dress blurs on your lap and you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing out loud. The tears, however, you couldn’t stop them. Hopefully, they’re all too distracted to see you silently weeping and you can gather yourself before turning tail and running out of there.

Today is a complete disaster—

“Don’t cry, angel, please!” James jumps up and rushes to your side, kneeling down at your feet as he takes your hands in his and tries to meet your gaze through the puddle of tears in your eyes. His words immediately catch Remus and Sirius’ attention and they both begin to make their way over, evident worry swimming in their eyes but you refuse to acknowledge any of that as your mind drowns in all manner of negative thought.

You shake your head, hearing the flurry of footfalls around you and wishing them away silently, “I shouldn’t have come here today…” you whisper.

“What was that?” James patiently asks, voice soft and sweet and kind, it makes you want to fall into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you speak clearer and stand abruptly, “enjoy the lunch,” the haste and sorrow in your shaking voice makes their heart drop and they’re brought back to that fateful night once more. You don’t meet their eyes as you turn and push past them to leave, almost running through the hallway of their studio just to reach the door and make a quick escape.

“THIS!” Sirius’ roaring voice suddenly cuts through the studio like a knife, making you stop in your tracks and turn around slowly. The door to the lounge room was still open, before it Sirius and Remus stood in an aggressive confrontation, both taking on a defensive stance as they faced each other, all while James remained in the background, clutching at his head as he slumped forward on the sofa, “THIS IS WHAT I MEANT! IF YOU HAD JUST LISTENED TO ME–”

“I DIDN’T SAY WHAT I SAID WITHOUT REASON SIRIUS! YOU KNOW MY EXACT THOUGHTS ABOUT ALL THIS!” Remus shouts back, the veins in his neck bulging out from his fierce anger, the blood rushing in his cheeks making him look just about ready to violently explode.

“BUT–”

“—YOU CAN’T FAULT ME FOR THAT!” Remus continues, not allowing Sirius to speak.

“WELL YOU CAN’T FAULT ME FOR MY REASONING EITHER!”

You’re horrified at the scene. Sirius and Remus look ready to tear each other apart as James looks on hopelessly, not knowing what to do or how to diffuse the situation, completely torn between supporting one or the other. Without thinking, you rush back and skid to a stop between the two hot-blooded men. Their fuming rage was like a turbulent inferno whose flames licked viciously at your skin, ready to burn you and spread the hostility.

“The both of you need to calm down!” you shout, pushing them away from each other and creating a safe distance between. Your tears had already run dry, replaced by the trembling terror shaking your limbs.

“Don’t worry about us Dove,” Remus manages to voice through gritted teeth, his glowering eyes never leaving Sirius’, “you can leave and we’ll sort this out,”

“Sort this out like usual huh?—”

“—Don’t taunt me, Sirius,”

“That won’t solve anything, you idiot!” Sirius flings his arms up and James just barely manages to pull you away from being accidentally hit. Neither of the two seem to notice and James expresses his apology in lovingly nuzzling your temple, his lips puckering to kiss your skin but refraining and stepping away abruptly. You try not to feel the heartache his actions elicit in you.

“SHUT UP!” you’ve never heard Remus sound so angry and venomous before, it makes your heart stutter in fear and worry. You can’t leave now; this disagreement can’t end well without some form of intervention and James isn’t fairing too well with that – he needs someone there for him too, just to feel, somewhat, grounded through all of this, “She doesn’t have to hear all of this!”

“We wouldn’t have to be saying ‘all of this’ if you had. Just. LISTENED. TO. ME!”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“Ridiculous?!” Sirius growls lowly, his countenance scrunching up into a foul expression —an antithesis to his elegant features, “I’ll show you!” it was then that Sirius turns to face you and approaches with purpose in his long strides, unstopping like he did earlier when outside the studio.

“SIRIUS—!”

Sirius backs you up into the wall behind you, “—Everything Could Have Been As Easy As Doing This!” you didn’t know what to prepare yourself for but Sirius firmly gripping your chin and pulling you into a deep kiss was not one of them. In your shock, you let out a surprised but muffled moan, slowly falling into the blissful embrace and reciprocating eagerly.

Did you faint earlier? Was this all a dream?...

…Dream or not, you like this very much!

James and Remus watch at the bold display, disbelief shining clear in their eyes as Sirius has his way with you. But you don’t see them, you don’t see anyone or anything, all you know is that Sirius kisses like an experienced lover from fantasy and he wasn’t shy about loving you up. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you let Sirius guide them over your head to cuff your wrists together with his large hand, his other snaking around your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.

He tastes like spearmint gum and smokey cigarette smoke, his lips tinted in cherry lip balm for sweetness. What an addictive taste. You can’t get enough.

But air is a necessity and just as you were beginning to run out of breath, Sirius pulls away, panting heavily. He doesn’t wait for a single second to pass before diving his head into your neck, where he peppers feathery but fervid kisses along your sensitive skin and smiles to himself when you slip out a moan. You sound beautiful. He needs to hear more. Sirius doesn’t stop, he sucks and licks and kisses and nuzzles along your neck like the tease he is, drawing out every quivering whimper and pretty moan you were desperately trying to contain.

You keep your eyes tightly shut, too embarrassed to meet the eyes of Remus or James. Their gaze on you left behind a searing, phantom mark that developed into a displeasing itch. An itch that could only be satisfied if they kissed you too.

…So selfish. God! When will you stop?!

Ashamed of your gradually increasing volume, you seal your mouth shut in a stubborn attempt to suppress your pleasure. How did his lips and tongue feel so good on your skin? His touch made your knees weak and your legs shake, without his support, you don’t think you would stay standing for long.

Just as you were able to swallow every embarrassing sound that tried to escape, James was beside you, his warm breath on your cheek as he silently urged Sirius to give way, “you need help staying quiet, angel?” he whispers and doesn’t wait for an answer, briefly meeting your eyes before he’s closing them to kiss you sweetly. It started off sweet. Sweet and loving like James before suddenly becoming very dominating and overwhelming. You were being devoured and the thought was undeniably arousing. They were both on you, Sirius kissing away at your neck as James savoured the taste of your lips before bullying his way into your awaiting mouth. He swallowed your moans for you as Sirius defiantly persisted, urging you with seductive lips to make more.

Overwhelmed but so content.

You were drowning in bliss and you never wanted to break away from it.

“DIDN’T I SAY!” Remus shouts, stopping all activity and leaving you strung up high as the boys slowly pull away, not too far but enough for all of you to meet Remus’ unreadable stare. The boys look over their shoulder to observe their commanding lover, their large frames tense before moving their eyes down and slowly smirking, the tension evaporating off their figures as you’re left to rebuild another tower of anxiety from your lower stomach, “Didn’t. I. Say. We. Were. Going. To. Savour. Her?”

What?

Your shocked, wide-eyed stare meets Remus’ cool and, almost, unfeeling gaze. Once again, your knees buckled under you and you were caught by Sirius and James. Held in place by their hot, firm hands and the press of their toned physiques.

What did he just say?

Unable to keep his stare, your eyes slowly fall down the tall brunette’s figure. Capturing his beautiful, full lips; taking in the delicious column on his neck; observing the wide expanse of his shoulders and chest; drifting down to gulp at his veiny arms and hands before landing on...

Oh~

A/N : no fluff, but something better right? a little sneak peak on how i write spicy things but it's readable hehe~

NEXT. | 07 : APOLOGISE AND COMFORT →

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Can I request Genshin men reaction when they get nose bleed because they are so into the act?

No specification because I honestly dunno who would have that maybe childe 😹 ok I lied I wanna see Alhaitham and zhongli

This actually could happen & it did happened to me w my partner lmao

That's really funny when it happens in anime but I think I'd be very worried if I saw it happen to someone irl lmao.

Pairing: Childe, Al-Haitham, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, nose bleeds, teasing, kissing, rough sex

A/N: Gonna be honest, I think this would be a turn-off for me cause I'm not that good with blood in general. But that doesn't mean it wouldn't be funny.

Childe would lick the blood up and keep going. He's fucked you while he was blood and bruised from a fight before so a little nosebleed won't stop him. Don't look at him like he's crazy, it's just a little blood, what is that when compared to your cunt pulsing and shivering around his cock while he shoots his cum inside it? If you think it's that unsightly you could lick it off him and then kiss him after, let him taste his cum, his blood of course you on his tongue while he fucks you.

Al-Haitham pulled out much to your regret but you're worried when you see his nose bleeding. Your pussy can wait until he wipes it off, a little embaressed that he got so hot and bothered that it caused him to get a nose bleed. He's still hard but if you were to touch him now he might start to bleed again, and that probably wouldn't be the only fluid coming out of him. Something as small as kissing his cock makes him grunt and press his hand against his nose again. Fuck it, he'll risk blood loss for a mind-blowing orgasm.

Zhongli slowed down but he didn't stop entirely, just enough to see what the hell is happening to him. He hasn't bleed in a long time, much less from something like this? Huh, who knew you had pussy so good it could make an ex-god lose his mind with lust. If the blood bothers you he can take a break until it stops. It shouldn't take long but he would much rather keep his cock inside you while it stops. If your pussy can make him bleed then maybe it can make him feel better too.

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not me asking for it https://www.tumblr.com/avis-writeshq/744966259884556288/if-someone-asks-for-it-ill-write-a-fic-based-on?source=share

pairing: s9!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship, SMUT warnings: 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! oral fem receiving, spencer reid is a munch, hair pulling, fingering a/n: a promise is a promise !! based off of this post <3 i hope this lived up to expectations !! first time writing fem oral ha h a ha wc: 1.1k

Honestly, if there’s one person Spencer can blame for the situation he is currently in, he blames himself. After all, he should have known that a ‘gathering’ at Rossi’s house that was planned by Penelope would only call for a lot of teasing, a lot of ‘get to know each other!’ games (despite the fact that he has worked with this same team for more than seven years. What else is there to know?), and a lot of alcohol. He didn’t quite realise that these games would be of the drinking variety. Alas, here he is, sitting on one of Rossi’s incredibly expensive leather couches and cringing at the horrid taste of whiskey.

The game they’re currently playing is an alcoholic’s rendition of ‘who is most likely to?’, involving a thick stack of cards with different topics while each member of the team took turns reading out. Whoever ended up with the most amount fingers pointed in their direction was forced to drink.

Spencer hates this game. He has drank from his cup a grand total of six times, and he is not getting any more used to the spicy-poison-equivalent in his hand.

“Alright, this is a good one,” Derek announces with a manic snigger. “Who here is most likely to be a munch?”

There is no hesitation in anyone’s answers, and all six fingers point into Spencer’s direction. His jaw drops at the betrayal, his head spinning from the sheer amount of shots he had to take but also what the hell is a munch?

“I don’t even know what that means!” He insists.

“Oh–” Penelope wears a half delighted half pitying expression at his words. “We really need to get you onto the internet more. Reddit is probably up your alley.”

“Even Rossi knows what it means,” Emily cackles, gesturing to Rossi who looks all too pleased. “Hotch was my second option though.”

Aaron shrugs, sipping at his drink. “Guilty.”

A chorus of laughs and shrieks erupt from the group, leaving Spencer even more confused. “What?”

“Don’t Google it,” JJ chimes in. “Seriously.”

Spencer nods, and although he knows that he should have taken the warning seriously, the curiosity was getting to him and he had no choice but to search it up as soon as he got home. He gets the usual answers– the etymology of the word, what it means in the Oxford Dictionary, the popularity of the word since the early 1800s, and he really doesn’t understand what the fuss is. Does the team think that he eats loudly? Or that he chews with his mouth open? His brows furrow at the unsightly thought.

His interest soon shifts to a different a different link, namely The Urban Dictionary. He blinks, clicking on the link without much thought and– oh. He does not get much sleep that night.

***

Your relationship with Spencer isn’t a secret. At least, it was never supposed to be classified as such. He is simply an incredibly private person that even his closest friends don’t know that you exist. It simply never popped up in conversation– or so he says.

The relationship isn’t necessarily new either. It’s nearing the one year mark and you have gotten to the point where the two of you have been more ‘experimental’ when it comes to sex. He finds it embarrassing. You find it unsurprising that he would. You find it even more surprising when he breaks a kiss halfway to lower you onto his bed, your head falling to one of his very expensive memory foam pillows.

“I want to try something,” he announces softly into your ear, squeezing gently at your waist and looping his fingers into his shorts. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, body hot with anticipation as he pulls down your shorts. It’s only when he brings his face between your thighs do you realise what he intends to do. “Spence, you don’t have to–”

“I want to,” he repeats softly, his fingers running up and down the lacy fabric at your slit. “If you want me to stop, you can tell me.”

You shake your head immediately at that, your hands moving to his grip his shoulders. “No, I don’t want you to stop but– but Spence, this is the first time you’ve done this. It’s okay–”

“Let me do this for you,” he says, his breath ghosting against the sensitive skin of your thighs. “I’ve done my research.”

“What–”

You’re silenced as soon as he presses his lips to your cunt, only separated by your pretty lacy underwear. He groans quietly at the taste of your slick seeping through the fabric, and his hands hold onto your thighs to keep them parted. It’s so good, so good, but it just isn’t enough. He pushes the fabric to the side, watching the way it clings and sticks to your skin.

All it takes is one swipe of his tongue on your pretty clit for his brain to grow blank. The grip he has on your thighs grow firmer and his fingers dig in hard enough to leave little marks. His nose bumps against your clit while his tongue travels against your folds.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes against you, lapping at your dripping cunt. “Fuck, angel, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, he’s on you all over again. His lips wrap around your clit and he whines into you as he sucks at the bundle of nerves. Each one of his actions has your back lifting from the bed and your hands tugging at his curls, to which he responds with a quiet moan. Amidst the pleasure, your mind nags you to be gentle, and you loosen your grip despite it taking all of your self control.

“Do that again.” He says it as a demand, guiding your hands back into his hair. “Do it again, angel.”

His head is spinning and he craves for more of you, his tongue flattening against your clit over and over again. He brings his own fingers to brush against your entrance, coating them with your slick before slipping his middle finger inside. It’s only the first knuckle but it’s enough to have you squirming beneath him. He pushes further until it reaches all the way, and Spencer groans at the feeling of you tightening around him. He kisses your clit again at the same time he curls his finger inside you and it’s all too much.

“Spence–”

You gush around his finger and he licks and laps at your pussy like he needs it to breathe. His finger curls open and closed inside you while you rock your hips against his face, your grip on his hair tightening as each second of your high passes.

“So good,” Spencer moans, kissing your clit. “Taste so good. You can do one more, right, angel? Just one more, I promise.”

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Dummy II

Hardersson x Baby!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You've still got your dummy

"No," Magda says, mouth dropping open in shock.

Pernille groans. "Don't."

"Pernille."

"Don't!"

"You said you were weaning her off it!"

Pernille huffs. "Do you know how hard that is?!"

Magda's just flown in from London. It's the early hours of the morning and it's nice that Pernille has stayed up to wait for her but they both know that Magda wants to see you most.

At eleven months, you've managed to learn how to crawl and Magda hates that she's missed it. You're forming little half-words now too, not quite proper ones but you're very nearly there.

So, after greeting Pernille, the first thing Magda does before bed is to look in on you. You've starfished yourself out on the bed, spreading your little limbs out as far as you can get them.

You look adorably sleepy with your eyes scrunched up tight and in a little onesie that got puppies and kittens on it.

Everything looks great except for the rhythmic bobbing of the dummy in your mouth.

Pernille looks apologetic, a nervous smile on her face. "It helps!" She defends when Magda fixes her with a pointed look," And she only really uses it for sleeping!"

"You said that you were getting rid of it!"

"Be quiet!" Pernille hisses," You'll wake her!"

Magda sighs, rubbing her temples. "Let's...Let's just go to bed. I...We'll deal with this tomorrow."

The idea of you and your dummy runs through Magda's mind that morning when she wakes up to an empty bed and music filtering through the closed door.

It's not that she's trying to be mean but she doesn't want you to become too reliant on it. Self-soothing is all well and good but using your dummy as a crutch can only end badly in the long run.

She hauls herself out of bed, padding out to the kitchen where Pernille is sitting at the table, spoon feeding you your breakfast.

"Morning," Magda greets, pressing a firm kiss to Pernille's temple before moving to greet you too.

You turn your face away from her when you see her, little nose wrinkled up like you've just seen something unsightly.

Magda laughs a little bit, still moving towards you and you slap at her when she tries to touch you. At first, she thinks you're being stubborn but you screech at her and spit out your food on her hand when she still gets closer.

Pernille has to smother her laugh as you keep rejecting Magda. "Maybe she knows that you're planning to take away her dummy."

You must recognise that last word because your little eyebrows lift up and you pick it up from where it's clipped onto your onesie, popping it into your mouth.

It bobs in your mouth.

Magda pulls on the little chord connected to your shirt.

You clench around. You've got a few teeth now so it's harder to force it out of your mouth. Your face scrunches up in annoyance and you bat at Magda's hands again, turning so you're facing away from her.

"I don't think you're her favourite today," Pernille says breezily as she lifts you out of your highchair and wipes your face.

Magda's getting that feeling too. It's rare that you've got such obvious distaste for her. Whenever she comes to visit, you seem so happy to see her, content to have her sit next to you or hold you nice and tight.

She knows that she's missed a few things (when you first crawled, your first tooth, that time when you decided you wanted to roll everywhere) but she's never had you this annoyed at her so early on in the visit.

You're a very happy baby apart from the usual things like getting your nappy changed or being made to eat things you don't like. It hurts a little that you have no problem rejecting her like this.

As Pernille changes you, Magda broods on the sofa.

There's a chance that you're going to absolutely hate her by the end of this long weekend because she's adamant that you're going to be weaned off your dummy.

Magda scrolls through online advice as Pernille returns with you.

You're placed happily on the floor where you begin to crawl over to where your toys are already laid out.

"The dummy's been put away," Pernille reports," I told you. She only has it when she's sleeping."

"And I told you that we need to wean her off it. She's nearly a year old, Pernille. If we don't do it now then we're never going to get round to doing it."

Pernille sighs, turning her attention to where you're banging some of your big bricks together and waving your Frido-swan around. "You'll have to lead the charge on this," She says.

Magda rolls her eyes and teases," You're so soft."

"Can you blame me? Look at her!"

You've abandoned your blocks now in favour of laying down on the floor with your Frido-swan covering your face. You're not doing much but laying there, occasionally kicking out your legs and giggling like something's very funny.

"Yeah," Magda agrees, her own soft smile appearing on her face. She gets up from her seat to sit on the floor next to you.

She pulls the swan from your face. You're still smiling until you catch sight of her and then your face goes a little stormy as you stare. You shift on your back for a bit before managing to roll over onto your knees, crawling away quickly towards Pernille.

Magda huffs.

You didn't even spare her a backwards look as you made yourself comfy with Pernille on the sofa.

Your estranged behaviour continues all day, culminating in a screeching match at bath time when Magda attempts to do it with Pernille out of the room.

By the time bedtime rolls around, you're fairly settled. You accept a kiss from Pernille happily and then more begrudgingly accept one from Magda before you're put down in your crib.

Your mouth opens automatically for your dummy.

But it doesn't come.

Your mouth closes again as you scrunch up your face.

Pernille's already left the room, unwilling to really see this through, so Magda's the only other person there.

You open your mouth again like the first time was just a fluke.

You close it, glaring up at Magda with as much venom as your little body can manage.

Your mouth opens again, only this time not for your dummy but to let out a loud wail.

Magda flinches and backs out the room quickly. Pernille's waiting by the door.

"Are you sure this is what they said we should do?" She asks, staring at the closed door that they can still hear you crying through.

Magda nods. "They said to see if she self soothes. If she cries for two minutes then to go back in and settle her and repeat until she goes to sleep."

"It's cruel, Magda," Pernille says," We can't cut her off like this."

"Go to bed," Magda says softly," I'll deal with her."

Pernille makes a face. "Magda-"

"Go," She insists," Seriously, you look exhausted. She's mine too, I can deal with her tonight."

Pernille nods, leaving a soft kiss on Magda's lips before retreating to the bedroom.

Magda watches her go and, when the door shuts, she opens yours.

You're still wailing, though your tears peter off when you notice someone's come to see you. It switches back to annoyance though, when you notice it is Magda.

She picks you up and, while you don't cry, you screech your discontent in her ear.

Your mouth opens and closes as you search for your dummy, only to come up empty.

"Okay," Magda says, pacing around the room and rhythmically patting your bottom," Let's try this again, princesse. You're going to have a nice sleep with no more tears."

Admittedly, you do sleep for a while and Magda dupes herself into thinking that it was this easy.

Of course, nothing's easy when you're in a mood with her because you wake up at two in the morning screeching like you've just been attacked.

Magda's awoken by your screaming and Pernille's hand wacking at her shoulder.

"The dummy's in the drawer," Pernille mumbles, voice still thick with sleep.

"She's doesn't need the dummy," Magda complains as she gets out of bed," She's a big girl."

Pernille barely gives her a response, grunting and rolling over again as she pulls a pillow over her ears.

You're sitting up in your crib when Magda gets there, clutching at the bars as tears stream down your face. Your mouth opens and closes like a goldfish and your little tongue pokes out occasionally as if in search of your dummy.

You scream even louder when you notice Magda's the one that's come for you and not Pernille. You scream and you cry and Magda's tempted to just go in and get your dummy but she refuses to admit defeat.

Instead, she grabs your baby blanket and swaddles you. You struggle a little bit against her but ultimately go limp.

You've outgrown being swaddled months ago but it's Magda's only hope. You stop screaming but you're still crying and she starts pacing the length of the room, migrating to the lounge when there's not enough space.

Your crying peters off after a while and Magda doesn't really want to put you back in your crib in case you cry again.

So, she lies back on the sofa and places you on her chest.

You're not screaming anymore but you've still got a little frown on your face. At this point, Magda will take what she can get.

Your mouth opens for your dummy again.

It never comes.

Your face scrunches up in rage.

Magda knows that a fresh wave of tears will definitely wake up Pernille again (it's a miracle she managed to get back to sleep with all the noise) and she absolutely doesn't want to grab the dummy either.

So, she does the next best thing.

She shoves her finger into your mouth.

You start sucking instantly and Magda has to fight herself to not pull her fingers out. She was fine with you doing this when you were younger but now you've got teeth and she isn't really a fan of how they're scraping against her skin.

You look at her as she stares down at you.

Magda swears that you're doing this on purpose.

"This is a temporary solution," She says," Okay? You're not getting that dummy back."

You seem to understand what she's saying because you bite down on her finger before spitting it out of your mouth.

"Ow!"

You pay her no mind because you've realised that you've got fingers of your own. You manage to wrench an arm out of your swaddle and shove two fingers into your mouth.

You suck on them like you suck on your dummy.

You seem content now and happily close your eyes as you lay on Magda's chest.

"You look cosy," Pernille says.

She's standing in the doorway, still half-asleep, as she stares at the two of you on the sofa.

"She bit me!"

Pernille laughs. "That little angel? No way."

"She did! She bit me!"

"Then, maybe, you shouldn't have taken her dummy."

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