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interesting thing: roxy isnt the only animatronic to experience an error. moon, when shone with the bright lights, also says “error! error!” (as opposed to roxys “i.. error.” later in the game, after cassie yells for her to let go)
both of them become nice after the error, …sort of. moons error allows us to reboot the attendant to eclipse, who is nice. roxys we dont know what exactly happens, because we leave, but shes nice when we run into her again.
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kawareo · 8 months
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Pep talk
my headcanon is that Soundwave ships them too
based on this post by @cyber-streak-2 !
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elatedfool · 1 month
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thinking of merman!aventurine who got tangled in nets when some crooks tried to kidnap him, but then you show up to fend them off and cut the nets off, letting him swim back into the sea.
to thank you, he sometimes will place rocks of all colors and shapes into your ship when you weren't looking. they're the rare kinds too, ones that would make bidders go nuts the moment the curtain is lifted.
what you didn't know was that aside from expressing his gratitude, those offerings were a way for the merfolk to propose/court their beloveds.😼😼😼
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dadsbongos · 6 months
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it is CANON yuji is a DOM.
tw author has comically surface level knowledge of bdsm terms and dynamics and uses it against the public. also nsfw immediately after the cut
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Yuuji is a dom. Specifically, a pleasure dom.
I think he could have sub potential, but he just can’t get comfortable outside of the power position. He likes receiving the attention, sure - but what he prefers? He easily prefers giving. Using his unnatural stamina and big heart to just run you into orgasm after orgasm. To watch you go from his well put-together partner to a babbling, drooly mess all because of him is nearly addicting.
He doesn’t like giving orders, he likes giving suggestions - making blanket statements and just hoping you latch onto them ‘cuz he knows they’ll feel so good. He studies and tasks every little twitch and gasp and moan you grace him with, storing the information just to use it against you later.
“Y’should sit on my face.”
“Want you to ride my cock. Use me to cum.”
“Wanna feel me deep, hm? Right there, yeah?”
And he loves, loves, loves praising. He’s all breathless and red staring at you - eager to worship your body and tire you out like he’s been chosen for it by some omnipotent power.
“So pretty when ya cry for me. So, so pretty.”
“Yeah, baby, like that. Just like that. You’re so good.”
“You can take it; always do. Such a perfect hole for me, huh?”
The best thing, though? The best thing about Yuuji is that he can get downright as feral as you about your ecstasy. Living for the sensation of your nails in his skin and your teeth on his shoulder when you get overstimulated and whiny.
“Keep going - one - one more. You can give me one more, right?”
“Need it- need to feel ya cum all over me, angel.”
“You’re soaking, angel… How much wetter can I make you?”
i’m going insane
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Itoshi Rin makes a valentines day card for you but he looks like this while making it.
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boothill thinks it’s fun to play around with his synesthesia beacon. turn it to a million different pitches or inflects just to see what irritates you most. sometimes, he’ll even do his best to recreate the voices of your boss and coworkers to watch you jolt out of your skin. to him, it’s hilarious and a worthwhile endeavour.
but your favourite is when he keeps it closest to his voice. when he tunes it just right to sound like himself after he’s done messing around. you like it when he’s himself as he hums and sings along to different songs, his favourites to sing being ‘Tiffany Blews’ mindlessly, ‘Before He Cheats’ when he feels like being annoying, and ‘Something About You’ while he’s playing with your hair (you introduced him to bedroom pop one night to break his whole only country and rock mindset and it surprisingly grew on him).
he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and perch his head on your shoulder as he twirls a couple strands, “she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen,” with his sweet southern accent and smile. it’s almost enough for you to forget that he’s a wanted man and stole the last piece of bread that morning… maybe next time, boothill.
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stave-writes · 19 days
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Scruffy! (Various Dungeon Meshi Men x GN!Reader)
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Summary: Your boyfriend really needs a trim of his stubble, and he's asked for your help :)
Word Count: 1711
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Laios Touden
We all know Laios does NOT like being scruffy, especially when Falin tells him he looks like their father. So, it's a lovely thing when he asks you to look after him and help him shave.
Laios had been a little finicky lately, ever since leaving the dungeon he was a lot more conscious about himself. Mainly, his appearance. Rubbing at his new stubble and brushing his blonde hair that had grown out in places. Irritation was plainly visible each time he felt the slight scratch of stubble against his fingers, even a slight huff to his tone afterwards. "Hey, could I ask a favour?" was his innocuous question, head tilting back over the edge of your sofa. After an inquisitive sound of acknowledgement from you, a slight smile rose on Laios's face. "Mind helping me shave? I also want to cut my hair but can't see the back."
This is how you ended up sitting on the edge of your tub, scissors working away at the tufts of hair against the nape of his neck. Each little brush of your fingers against his skin caused a small giggle or shuffle from Laios, if he were a dog, his tail would be smacking against your leg so hard it'd hurt a little. A smile was visible on his lips every time you'd lean over to peek at him, and he'd look up at you eyes full of love.
"Did you know that tons of monster species use grooming as a form of intimacy?" Of course, you did, you're dating Laios Touden, if you didn't you'd have amnesia. Instead of an eye roll, you gave a little smile and nod.
Reaching his hand up, a pat against your leg was a signal he hadn't just passed out between your knees while you worked at giving him the cut he liked. A quick kiss pressed to your lips was a thankful gesture, nuzzling into your face before moving to work on shaving his stubble to save you from the beard scratches.
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Chilchuck Tims
I see Chilchuck as the type of guy to have some time dedicated to a little self-care, although shaving isn't a big problem considering the half-footer's ageing span. But! His hair does still grow, so some help may be needed there.
It'd been a week since Chilchuck asked you to remind him to go get a haircut, and he still hadn't gone despite your near-constant reminders. Post-its on the counter, on his lockpicking tools, hell you once stuck one on his face for him to see in the mirror. At this point, it was getting ridiculous that he hadn't even gone to try and get it done.
"You're going to cut my hair...? I can just go get it done in town-" He huffed a little at you, rubbing at the back of his neck with a small frown. Your adamance had his stubbornness outweighed almost tenfold, so you rolled up a stool behind his chair and began to figure out how to trim his hair.
Hair was scattered everywhere by the time you were done, and Chilchuck's ego was only a little bruised by the number of grey hairs you saw while trimming it. He didn't seem to mind it too much though, the presence of a wagging tail that was usually hidden away under his clothing batting at your leg. At least his hair was finally trimmed, and a thankful kiss was pressed to your knuckles as you got up to sweep away the leftover hair.
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Senshi of Izganda
Senshi doesn't particularly care for shaving or even washing his beard but knowing the kind of bacteria facial hair can carry (and after a lecture from Marcille) he's willing to have you help him with that beard the size of Cousin It from the Addams Family.
"Ah, I suppose Marcille's nagging finally got to me, that's all. I hope you don't mind helping me wash my beard, it'll take a while." Senshi muttered slightly, looking aside as he asked you for just a little favour. It was hard to ask such a thing from you, especially with how much you'd done already for him by just being with him. He felt absurdly lucky when you agreed, setting his helmet and upper armour aside to clean off his beard and hair.
It was a nicer experience than usual having a loving touch working at his hair first to wet it, then lather it and working slowly to get all the dirt out. It took a long long time to finish the first round of washing the hair and beard, alongside the several other scrubbing and washing rounds. It was an intensive process, but being able to smell clearly the soap in his hair was a good bonus, alongside the lack of a helmet.
Letting him dry for a few hours was the best idea you'd had this entire time, able to bury your face against the wall of fluff you called Senshi for a long while. The smell was great and the warmth was greater, you could've honestly slept there if you wanted. But, you had a plan! Readying a comb, boar bristle brush and your sanity, you began braiding Senshi's hair into long thick plaits and tying them off once you were done. It was tenuous but an enjoyable closeness, as you pressed your face into his back slightly. You couldn't help but marvel at your work when you were all done. The happy expression on your face made it hard for Senshi to resist placing a kiss on the crown of your head, a soft look in his eyes.
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Toshiro Nakamoto
A large part of the teachings Toshiro lives by is to exist as a convenience to others, not asking much and not putting his needs in the forefront. So, when Toshiro comes to you asking for help looking after himself? It's a sign of trust. He knows you.
"You...would you help me?" Toshiro's voice is quiet and soft as he addresses you, a slight crease in his brow as he looks towards you. It's hard to be vulnerable around you even if you're adamant in your love for him. Even as you assure him it's not a bother to help him and that you're here for him, it's still... nerve-wracking. It's hard for him to settle himself as he eventually moves first to sit down on your bed, having you brush out his hair and praise the length and colour of his locks, he's still worried.
He's guided towards your bath and urged to get into the warm water, leaning his head back so you can scrub away any remaining dirt and eventually, he peeks an eye open to see your face as you work at making sure he's sparkling clean. The slight furrow in your brow, your intense posture and a huff finally as you finish cleaning his hair. He can't help but smile at your effort to look after him especially as Toshiro can feel the exhaustion melt away at your careful consideration of him.
Before he knew it, he was basically asleep in your tub, head leant back with your fingers working at his hair and scalp. The feeling of safety was all he needed from you. When it was done, he dried off and changed into some comfortable clothes he'd left with you before curling up beneath your duvet, head resting into the crook of your neck.
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Mithrun of the House of Kerensil
Mithrun struggles with self-care due to his lack of desires and is used to being looked after by others. With you, though, it was different. Your touch was imbued with love, and you didn't choose to look after him because someone ordered you to, just...because you wanted to see him cared for.
Looking after Mithrun sometimes could be a lot, making sure he ate and bathed and slept all while making sure he kept his mana up enough for his work with the canaries. So, it'd been easier to devise a schedule for all the things that would need to be done by day and then by week. Three baths a week, each one day apart. Three meals a day, four hours apart except for dinner which was at 6pm on the dot. A good schedule helped you and Mithrun look after yourselves, but you hadn't quite yet accounted for trimming his hair.
It had gotten longer than you had thought before you remembered to check the length of his hair, playing with the silver locks that framed his face and moved to cover his false eye a little. With a slight curl at the ends and parted just along the side, it was an easy style to maintain, especially for someone so consistently fatigued. So, when it came time to trim it down, an afternoon was allocated and Mithrun was given a book to entertain him while you worked.
On the floor, resting on a pillow was the middle-aged elf who you were looking after. Tilting his head forward a little, you brushed through those light-coloured locks and parted them into smaller sections before taking them between your middle and pointer finger, working to even it out and take a little length off. This process was repeated for each section of hair, fingers lightly brushing his face at one point which caused a little startled jump to come from Mithrun, looking at you with his good eye almost inquisitively. In the end, though, you finished off trimming it all quite quickly, evening it all out and even taking some longer strands from the front and braiding them like he'd done when he was much younger...before the dungeon.
Even if it was hard to see, a little smile played on his lips as he embraced your touches, leaning back after you proudly announced you were done. His face squished into your thigh, a little bump of his against you like a cat trying to get their owner's attention. Taking advantage of your curiosity at this action, your hand was brought to his face and he snuggled into it slightly, enjoying the reaction it spurred from you. He may not desire much, but he knows how to love you.
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cupids-chamber · 6 months
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— “ MAKE-UP “  Content tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Suggestive, Un-edited. Prompt: Vil does your Halloween make-up (or) Vil does your make-up. (In case you don't celebrate Halloween)
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Vil hummed, his hand traveled from your thigh to around your waist, his soft fingers touched your sensitive skin bringing you both closer than you both were before—your chest practically touching his own as his other hand fiddled with his makeup box. You could feel his hot breath linger on your neck as he searched for some sort of lipstick shade or whatever; your mind blanked on the minor details, a part of you was still confused as to how you got here, sitting on his lap as he does your makeup.  
You didn't quite expect this—not once did it occur to you, that you'd end up in this compromising situation. Vil's hands gripped your waist tighter, his nails slightly digging just a bit deeper on your sensitive skin knocking you back to reality, he muttered a harsh, "Stay still" and you paused in place.
His soft fingers gently grazed the red nail marks, as if to apologize for his previous harshness. You closed your eyes tightly as you felt something outlining your lips—'Lip liner?', you opened your eyes, only to find him staring intently back at you, his violet eyes gazing at your lips, going over the outline, you could feel his warm breath, you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath, his lips mere inches away from your own—And then he backed away, and the next thing you felt was a cold wet tissue, wiping away some mistake he made and you could see the way his brows furrowed in slight annoyance. 
Somewhere along the lines everything blurred and the next thing you heard was; "Close your eyes", and you did, but for some odd reason it felt harder than before, your eyelids twitch as you try your best to keep them closed, you felt Vil's hands hold your face up high, his soft fingers grazing your chin pulling you upwards, and after a few moments you hear chuckling, "Why do you look so scared, like a rabbit" 
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makyurini · 3 months
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yes, i do think a giant austrian military man splitting me open on his cock and telling me what a good little slut i am for taking him so well would help ease the burden of existing in this hellish time. why do you ask?
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n. not to sound like a conspiracy theorist. but do we have like.. undeniable confirmation that ruin is a sequel. like.. ANY? at all? any dates? any references directly to sb?
anything?
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elatedfool · 1 month
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i think aventurine prefers to be the little spoon instead of the big spoon—he's touchstarved and lonely, so having your arms curled around him and your nose buried in his hair just. melts him into puddles, and if he's feeling particularly insecure and tired, the gesture might even broke him into tears.
edit: ++ he loves it when you let him lay his head on your chest too. it makes him feel safe knowing that you're right there, beside him, keeping him company, and showering him with love—knowing that someone actually loves him wholeheartedly without expectations.
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nightskylonging · 2 months
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nomizombie · 4 months
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hmm clingy bodyguard könig x reader?
Clingy Bodyguard!König x GN!Reader
[SFW/Fluff...ish?] ; gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n, some swearing
[A/N] ; omg!!! sorry it took a little long i was conflicted about what i should write for this prompt... :,)
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"I said, you don't have to come with me this time."
"I'm not allowed to let you out of my sight, as per my contract."
You let out a sharp huff and cross your arms. No matter what situation, where you're going, or who you're with, König is constantly insisting he comes with.
"Holy shit! I'm just going to the store a few blocks away! You don't have to tail me for that." You hiss at him. This always happens when you try to go out.
"You could get hurt on the way there! Scheiße- what if some delinquent decides to rob and stab you!?" He shoots back, eyebrows knit in concern.
"Oh. My. God! It's literally a ten-minute walk!"
"I don't care how far it is. I'm coming or else you don't go. I'll lock all the doors in this house if I have to." He narrows his eyes at you and the jingling keys strapped to his waist tell you he isn't bluffing.
A heavy sigh leaves your mouth and you give in, despite your protests.
"Alright, fine. Let's go." you comply.
Still, once you two have reached the store, he continues to trail close behind like a lost puppy, or more accurately, a wild animal chained to you who glares at anyone who gets just a bit too close.
König continues to insist that his contract forces him to cling when really, he just can't leave your side.
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dividers by @mmadeinheavenn ^_^
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rusmii · 4 months
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runi what if the when racer!chuuya racer!dazai but they fuck you in the car and the we 😳 (i was literally thinking abt this last night)
-🍮 anon! ^_^
AND THEN??😳😳 (link to racer hcs)
"can you ride it baby?" he asks you, gripping your waist as you sit on his lap inside his car. "can i?" you ask, a teasing smile resting on your lips — grinding your hooter against his strained, leaking, wet patch. "fuck - just - need.. more of you," he whines, throwing his head back. clearly, his dingleding needed a cave to find warmth in; to relieve the pent up stress you were beginning to give him. you pout, a fake one he managed to conjure. "you'll get plenty more of me if you sit there and let me tie you up," your smirk widens when he gave you an exhausted eye roll. "just - ugh! fine.. - tie it," he gave you his wrists reluctantly, "now that you've tied me, strip and fuck yourself silly on my dick."
no specific name for "he" bc it can either be dazai or chuuya 😉
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stave-writes · 5 days
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Omg plz write the nsfw Laios blurb
Laios Touden x Overstimulated!GN!Reader (NSFW ver.)
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A/N: Oh my god I was so nervous writing this I'm literally So Shy about writing smut. Sorry this took like 2 days I had to listen to video essays while writing this to survive lololol
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Summary: First time with Laios goes a bit haywire, in a good way.
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Laios wasn't exactly some pure, virginal man despite what a lot of people seemed to think. Sure, he hadn't directly had sex, but he knew a lot about it. Things like shibari, or even teratophilia were always interesting to him, the science behind why people enjoyed such kinks.
So when he finally mustered up the courage to ask if you'd be willing to sleep with him, you had to lay down the ground rules. Just for the first time, you'd be vanilla. No kinks, no roughness, just getting used to eachothers bodies. The date was set, and Laios couldn't lie...he was excited.
You'd had a nice dinner before the kisses began, peppered across your face, trailing down your throat where your heart raced. Laios's strong hands gripped your hips, thumbs circling the flesh as his mouth moved down along your collarbones, leaving red little hickeys along the sensitive skin. The feeling of mouth upon skin, the needy kisses against flesh, there was a desire more pronounced than you could resist him for.
A careful sway led you towards the bed, pushed carefully down into the sheets as Laios smiled down at you,
"Are you okay with this?" His voice was soft, despite the heated lust visible in his eyes. At your consent, those hands that embraced you began to work your clothes away from you, ending up discarded on the floor alongside his. More kisses dotted your skin as he worked his way down, bites and hickeys dotted like stars on your sensitive flesh, reaching the border of your underwear and looking to you for consent once again to slide them away.
It was a lewd feeling as he slipped them down your legs, discarding them aside with an almost shy smile. Kissing the insides of your thighs, feeling a twitch as your sensitive flesh was sent shuddering with his affection, Laios let a deep chuckle radiate against your skin. His face despite being aflame with blush, found its way against your crotch. A long stripe was licked along your sensitive area, sending a shiver up your spine, a noise unable to be restrained as he continued lapping at you. You had to give it to him, he was good with his tongue. Long, provocative licks against your needy flesh kept riling you up, one of his hands aiding his mouth in pleasuring you. He kept going, and chuckling at your reactions until you were rising to your limit, pawing at him to slow down. As he'd been lapping at you, Laios had a hand on himself working away, now lost in the pleasure as he sent you to the brink of orgasm.
You came, hard. Even as you came down, Laios didn't stop, pushing you further than you could handle. A cry racked you as you pushed at his head to get him to back off, Laios pulling off with a confused expression until he saw your face.
It was a second before you could speak, still catching your breath before carefully telling Laios he'd pushed you too far, causing a frown to settle on his face.
"Oh- I'm...sorry. I didn't realise. Are you okay?" Laios moved carefully to your side, hugging you to his side while you wound down, feeling the embrace of his warm flesh.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-" He began again, being shushed by you, cuddling into his arms. Instead of another response, Laios held you tenderly, closing his eyes with a smile as he kissed your head carefully.
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chipistrate · 3 months
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Okay who did it
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