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- smut (20+ aged characters only, no I will not age up a character or reader, you will be blocked if you ask.)
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Okay, hereās my request: Zarya x her physically weak boyfriend reader. During foreplay, she loves to roleplay, specifically that sheās mind controlled by reader. Make it a kind of spicy comedy please? Will you write this please?
Hmmm I will admit Iām not the most skilled but I can try and cook something up with a similar premise!! Iād probably have a Reader Insert kinda like the āweak genius tropeā?
Might make it so Zarya, whoās so tired of being so so strong and so so expected of, with a lovely boyfriend working with mind based tech offers to give her a little break?
Iāll try and work something out but no guarantees! Thank you anon!!
Hey! Iād like to request a fic, but itās concept is a bit weird. (Not in a noncon way)
Can you expand on your request? Iām alright with a few things but may refuse just as a heads up, feel free to shoot your request into my askbox, if itās NSFW itāll have to be off anon but if itās just a little odd or ācringeā or whatever SFW feel free to be anonymous!
GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW YOU UPDATED!!! I love how you included some of the other ow characters! Hope you are doing better and always take care of urself u are the goatš„¹
Thank you sm for enjoying my writing <3 Iām doing a bit better and appreciate the patience and kind words!! I love writing just takes forever for me to actually write the ideas through (I still have requests from 2024 I havenāt finished yet and I fear theyāll come alive and haunt my narratives)
I WAS THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THAT GENJI FIC!!! Itās literally so perfect omfg I WILL keep rereading itā¦Iāve also started to hyper fixate on him again cause of that lover watch skin coming out soonš I would absolutely love a part 2!!
From: Buglism
To: ANON
OPEN large FILE?
Genji Shimada (Overwatch) x Top! (Barista) Reader ; Genjis birthday & a snooping Sombra (the other agents learn about you)
A/N: omg Iām so glad you loved it!! We need more genji fics I rarely see any for him with a male reader </3 also the reminder that loverwatch exists made my day better i completely forgot about that, he looks so good in his suit FUCK.
Sorry this took forever to write, been dealing with mental health and such so it's taken me forever, Anyways before i get sidetracked further hope you like part two! no nsfw in this part either, though yall are implied to be around that stage to kiss/makeout/cuddle etc etc enjoy!
CONTENT WARNINGS: #Sombra & Her lack of respecting privacy (girlie loves to snoop, and wants genji to relax above all else) #ptsd genji #genji has relationship anxiety #Service Top Reader gives Overstressed Genji selfcare & patience #Cursing #Corny Dialog (BUGLISM has no idea what good dialog means) #Genjis Perspective? i think? #Not Beta Read; We Die Like Doomfist
[Part One Link]
Enjoy.
After his first nightmare he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the morning went with coffee just how he ordered and slow goodbyes as the time came and went for you to say your farewells and return to the cold morning streets before your shift.
He sat for a long while at his kitchen island, simply holding a mug now empty and gazing towards his front door. He expected to have some sort of movie moment the morning after, that the sun would be glowing brighter or perhaps he'd get some sort of One-hundred percent certainty 'yes! this will work out! you did it!' feeling
He didn't, yet the morning was calm, dulled behind grey clouds and chilled; but it lingered with the mixing scent of coffee and your cologne. It felt peaceful, like when you had entered his apartment the night before you brought in and left all the serenity and fullness his air was once missing.
He wasn't feeling negative for the first time in a long while, quite the opposite, the warmth in his chest wasn't from the warm brew, but it settled in the base of his chest and spine comfortably like a pool of soothing warm water over frostbitten skin.
Soon after it became routine for you to stay over, and slowly moving closer every night spent till he'd grown used to awakening groggily in a mess of limbs blankets and snores. Once you'd realize he was awake came fleeting pecks along his face and jaw, grumbling good mornings over and over to his contented leans and sighs into you.
Nights are spent centered around newest release movies, drink recipes your boss wants you to practice and him drinking both the good and the bad with feedback or praise. Oftentimes falling asleep with the TV playing late night shows or whatever pops up next on youtube, drink cups scattered and the smell of decaf, tea and soda flavoring clings faintly despite your best attempts to clean up after yourself.
Your first 'holiday' together is his birthday actually, October 28th and around two months lets say after your routine was started and enjoyed. He expected at least a small few 'Happy birthday's from his co-workers and friends, maybe Mercy and Brigitte would buy him a cake or messily make one in HQ's small cooking setup.
He hadn't told them about you yet, relationship fresh and his own desire for something of his own kept his excuses timed and phone kept from view of prying eyes, all but one over-observant and nosy hacker.
Sombra wasn't an over extravagant gift giver, especially given her own busy schedule and motives, however she noticed Genjis demeanor change near instantly and to say her interest wasn't hiked like her totally legit scores in most of her favorite arcade games would be a total lie.
So sombra got him a gift, she wasn't malicious if anything exited for genji; his reserved nature and tendency to overwork himself was a major concern with every agent and ally she overheard or scrolled past in messages.
imagine genjis surprise when he comes home one evening after another date with you to a dark purple box sitting on his apartment doorstep, just days before his birthday and just planned event with you. His step halts mid movement, eyes scanning his surrounding hallway for any show of a delivery worker to ask; a sign of a 'we missed you' slip, not recalling a notification for any delivery to his address.
From the colors alone he could tell who sent it, and another wrench was found in his delicate machine of keeping you and his agent work separate making his shoulders tense. Genji wasn't hesitant about having tough conversations normally, but his worry and general life was something he thought might harm you- or at least has the immense potential to. Should the public and subsequently those wishing harm against him and Overwatch find out about you, it was an outcome genji struggled to allow himself to think about.
You catch his change in behavior as he falls behind your step, eyes following his gaze with a head tilt of confusion before turning to him again "you okay, Genji?" silence follows making your brows lace before catching his gaze with a slow step into his line of sight "did you not order it?" you weren't unfamiliar with his stressors but figured with his birthday coming up soon perhaps he was easier to set off, or that there were triggers you hadn't encountered yet
He shakes his head and sighs, "no, just a colleague being early on their present, wasn't expecting it" reaching his doormat he crouched down and lifted the surprisingly heavy box with slight effort at the unexpected weight
You move forward and prop open the door after he unlocked it, "oooo birthday boy got a gift" your voice sings after him entering and shutting the door with a rehearsed click of the lock. His face feels warm as he sets the box down on the kitchen island and makes a gesture that reads 'Its either a gift or something worse' making your brows lace together
He wasn't open as much as you'd like about his coworkers, ever curious about what kind of coworker would result in this type of behavior, you knew he was an agent but he was extremely careful about what he mentioned to you; but you quickly found your worries forgotten as the bow was untied and top of the box lifted off.
Self-care items, an envelope and an overwhelming smell of floral and almond hits his nose, genji eyed the box suspiciously before reaching inside and pulling out the light green envelope laid on top, 'happy birthday genji' written in dark green ink that swirled about the blank space. feeling your arms wrap around his waist allowing himself to melt against you as he nicks the green tab open,
In print lettering reads a shop name he glances over before he catches sight of the main body of the letter, his face blooms warmth as your chuckle resonates into his shoulder 'Couples self care kit Mystery Box; For The Birthday Boy & The His Cute Barista' he mentally groans and physically flushes at your coos at his reaction, closing the lid before you could get a good look at much else
You manage to nab the letter from him, reading aloud as he reaches for his phone to send a very nosey hacker a piece of his mind, he however couldn't deny how on brand for her it was.
"ahem, 'specifications; two of everything so they can share, nothing spearmint or heavy; light scents, florals almond or incense. Face masks, sheet masks & body lotion-" Your voice reads over the long thread of specifications, by the end he was reopening the box and looking inside as you stood beside him
"So, seems you do talk to your coworkers about me hm?" teasing him as he eyes over several palm sized tubs of different face mask types, "I.. I don't." his voice is soft, tired even as he continues "you know the general gist of my work, and I worry that if you get involved with it or they know it..." he trails off, you lean your head over his and tuck him into your frame with no harshness
"I know" the sound of your voice with the wonderfully soothing smells from inside the box ease his nerves faster than he's used to, "I don't have to meet them, and it's obvious your coworker crossed a line; not that I'm complaining, some of these look expensive as fuck-" that gets him to laugh
"She does tend to go extravagant when she wants to get a point across" peering between him and the box your brow quirks and he answers without having to look "well, she probably noticed or snooped and found out about you; it's not like she's threatening me or anything with it, let alone you. Just...''
he tries to work the words through his mouth before speaking; "I guess sheās just making it known that sheās supportive, if not a little overbearing about getting me to open up.ā he sighs leaning into your embrace fully "allow myself to remove a stressor that's.. valid. but, not to this extent." he sways softly with you, your arms tucked snuggly around him from behind, both hands rubbing comfortingly over his clothed sides.
By to this extent you know he means the paranoia, the checking in with you when you seem off, the anxiety when a headline crosses your scrolling thumb over phone. The comforting sway and embrace combats Genjis anxieties, a warmth meeting cold ice worry that mixes uncomfortably in his stomach.
You hum in acknowledgement, a sound that eases him like a warmed stove and butter, "I wouldn't be opposed to meeting them, with your birthday coming up we could..." you trail off with a hopeful tone leaning over his shoulder, hands kneading his hips in your hands and without seeing his face you could feel his inner turmoil.
You turn him around, one hand grabbing for a bottle from the box now behind him and pulling it between the both of you. "Honeysuckle & Lavender soothing night cream, hm?" groaning in flush as you grab more from the box "I say, you and I do some soothing self care and you can sleep on it, yeah?"
Genji said yes, of course he said yes. After matching facemasks & time spent rubbing hair oils through his and your scalp, cooling serum on the freshly shaven skin you spent ten minuets shaving; you adorably scared to nick the sensitive skin warmed by a hot towel; how could he not?
Spent the night finding places for each of the items from the box, getting another for the duplicates while genji made a mental note of the ones you seemed to prefer, sleeping tucked under your chin with the soothing aromas mixed with your natural scent he was a puddle the next morning when he awoke and you asked him again.
But that's not to say Genji wasn't riddled with anxiety when his birthday finally came around.
Approaching a local restaurant reserved ahead of time (at his request and worry) , he held your hand with anxiety and was embraced back with care; soft flesh rubbing a thumb over mechanic and metal.
The doors open and multiple voices cheer at his familiar figure through the automatic doors that lock behind them once shut, colder October air warmed away as genji notes the varying reactions to your figure next to him; smiling brightly.
Olivia (Sombra) smirks over her nursed glass, eyes flickering between the both of you and her held phone sticking her tongue out at genji who gives her a knowing look
Brigette and Angela (mercy) instantly brighten, cheering in unison the moment their brains connect your figure with the pictures genji shyly showed them at work days prior; instantly both offer a seat across from them fit for two.
Zenyatta is entertaining Reinhardt with card tricks, the louder of the two shaking the drinks nearby when Zenyatta does something that makes the tall knight brighten in wonder.
they notice when you two set down across from Brigette and Angela; Reinhardt instantly talking your ear off about all the 'Wonderful things genji has said about his dear barista' which makes your eyes slit teasingly at genji next to you, zenyatta waves in greeting and compliments the positive influence you've had on genjis stress levels.
Kiriko comes back with menus in hand and a last comment to one of the staff she seems friendly towards, catching a seat next to sombra and introducing herself through the mess of conversation that follows the settling of your arrival; telling you between reinhards boasting stories that you get used to the levels, and how glad she is to meet you.
Hana (D.va) Rushes out of the bathroom quickly, apologetically and excitedly as sombra teases her for being late despite her text of the arrival of the birthday boy, she sits at the end of the table leaning forward and says shes been dying to meet you; how excited shes been since Genji told the group chat that you'd be coming to his birthday dinner.
Genji cant help but bask in the chattersom enviroment around him, arm around your back resting on the blush seat cushion as he takes a moment to look at you as you talk and seem to melt into his friend group and their 'eccentric' personalities.
This is okay he tells himself, listening to the silent bubble of the empty seats surrounding their lively table as his hand traces patterns in the fabric of your shirt.
He's getting used to this, and slowly without meaning to genji feels settled after so long of unwravling, not that his spool of experience and trauma is rewound- No; But it's settled softly on the floor somewhere, and warm hands are carefully unknotting important threads.
Could you write a fic of genji x top male reader of them first meeting and slowly falling in love?š
From: Buglism
To: ANON
OPEN large FILE ?
Genji Shimada (Overwatch) x Top Male Reader ; Meet-cute (Cafe) & Relationship Fic-canons
Fluff, Comfort with hurt sprinkles ; mainly genjis point of view hope thats okay!
part two link!
Fic-canons: A fic or blurb in bulletpoint formatting (the only way Buglims brain knows how to work! apparently..)
A/N: omg my first overwatch request? And itās while Iām hyperfixated? Yes yes yes!! I got working on this instantly omg :3
Thank you so much for the ask I hope you enjoy Anon!!! o7 I haven't writen in so long sorry if it's ass but ofc it's a genji fic that gets me back, i hope i wrote him well enough; he still has some human parts like his hands/palm area, etc. Lmk if you guys want another part, might do nsfw if someone reqs it also trying out a new format with some dividers i found plz lemme know if this is a mistake or not cuz i kinda dig it
CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions/implications of prior altercations, genji has PTSD; nightmares, routines to avoid conflict/self-soothe, fight or flight, doesn't take care of himself, Touchstarved!Genji Comfort/Hurt Sprinkles, Service Top reader bullet points, nothing explicitly stated or described in this part but its mentioned and implied), Artsy Barista Reader, this is a long post! let me know if i missed anything!
#not beta read we die like doomfist
You meet present day, he's a little older but no colder and still that lazy smiled jokester 'cyborg ninja' for Halloween Every. Single. Year dork that everyone knows and loves.
He is however not unscathed from his life both in and out of his line of work, or clan.
But he goes into public a lot more than he would at the start of his career, metal glinting beneath fabric catches a lot of uneasy eyes during the most tense years in recent history between metal and flesh, but he'd grown used to it.
He found solace in a warm mug, near but distant conversations and new specials to try and keep some part of his life simple, calm; nonviolent. And yet, getting approached at a coffee shop just after everyone stopped staring was... a daunting feeling regardless.
But when he wasn't recognized as his Overwatch agent self; for an autograph or picture, and no slew of anger and rage at Overwatches command; for answers or to spark combat came his way he paused.
You slid into the seat in front of him, hands wrapped and laced comfortably around a warm to-go cup and the corner of your eyes wrinkle as you greet him
"Hey" your voice carried over the crowded morning rush of conversation and orders, his eyes dart from your face to his cup to your cup back to your face again "I've seen you here a few times-" if he had back muscles he's sure he'd feel the tension between his shoulders, metal tightening instead beneath his hoodie
"and I wanted to get your number.. If that's okay I mean." you flush with your quickly ended question, heat melting into the skin of your face like sunrays
His eyes zero in on yours as a slow warm flushes his own face, that wasn't anywhere near what he had prepared for, or experienced. That's not to say he hasn't been approached, nor had crushes and relationships; but your tone and the way your tone seeps with nerves and the jitters of your leg beneath the table make the corner of his mouth quirk as he realizes he needs to respond, recover.
"you've seen me here before?" Genji asks, shoulder's slowly beginning to relax at your quick reply and darting gaze "I work here actually and uhm-" while he mentally curses himself for not noticing you sooner, watching eyes that went unnoticed- being too relaxed out in the open, you rummage for only a moment
"I've been meaning to give you this," pulled from your jacket pocket is a perfectly folded napkin. The cafes logo sits plainly next to a sketch in pen of him, looking out the front of the cafe's main window with his side and back towards the counters point of view.
In black ink the metal of his chin, throat and part of his shoulder are rendered.. amazingly against the crisp white napkin. The folds of his hoodie sketched with quick strokes and latter lacing lines for texture and depth. His face is obscured from view but his hand holds the same white cafe mug he's always gotten as if lost in thought, because he's never one to rush and leave unless HQ needed him and couldn't wait.
It feels strangely intimate despite his faces obscured turn, he flushes at being caught for long enough in such an unaware state he can't help but notice his hair pluming in tufts drawn in smooth strokes- he feels his face deepen, and his stomach comes to life at the smile it brings you. He almost misses it as his eyes stare wide and adoringly at the drawing.
He was used to being drawn, in fanart or posing to be photographed with his fans or videoed near constantly on missions and TV. His family fame mixing with his Overwatch agent work it's an inescapable part of his life, as much as he manages to avoid it. But for it to be so casual, detailed and attentive in a way that felt like his fame was striped like old varnish to show just... him.
it almost made him forget to reply.
"Wow, I mean, thank you uh.." his hand reaches, warm from the mug and softly takes the sketched paper as if it would crumble if handled too roughly. "I don't know what else to say" you rub the nape of your neck at his response with a shy gaze and handsome smile that sends a wave of chills down genjis back
"Your number?" you hopfully reply with a smile genji can't help but note, and as soon as his brain catches up your name is entered in his phone, your number right after with nervous thumbs over his screen before passing it back to him with shy chuckles between you
He wasn't even sure why he did it, giving out your number to random civilians was way against Overwatches guidelines. Who knows how many numbers Reaper, Ash and multiple others got whenever they all had a night out, or rarely a vacation. It's a breach of every safety they have in place; you never know who they work for or who they really are.
It wasn't like it would ever go anywhere regardless, One) his job was very hush-hush, long hours in places his location has to be off for- just to name a few that tended to be a downer and drain on those he tended to date. And Two) Genji had.. undeniable issues after everything he's been through. Waking up screaming next to a one-night stand, or a budding romance at an ungodly hour.. it tended to make goodbyes awkward and deleting numbers hard.
But the cat gif with pink text saying 'get home safe!' popped on his screen under your name, his thumb hovering the delete button, makes him gnaw at his lower lip anxiously as he made his way back home.
He replies back with a green heart emoji promising he will, a puff of air releasing his tension as he pocketed his personal phone and from there things went as smooth as it could go. Which was to say better than every other attempt genji has had at a relationship
When you first brought up wanting to stay the night, after weeks of casual dates around the city and even sneaking into the cafe after hours to attempt (and fail) at drawing him with late art (ending up with more of it smeared around the counter and down the drain as you tried to get it just right) and quickly realizing it was getting serious, you had no intent of hurting him or even showing betrayal when his hesitance made him cancel, unsure or anxious he was filled with what felt like endless dread.
He worried that once you realized who he was or what being with him meant that you'd leave. Laying in bed with his phone to his metal chest that hummed with his electric pulse as he contemplated another excuse beside admission, but another buzz against roughed hands made him look down and squint at the bright screen in darkness.
"It's okay if it's too much too soon" a heart emoji makes his chest light "I don't mean to push you into any discomfort if I have, I'd love to get takeout and we can simply watch a movie on the same couch" his chest tightens and tears well in the corners of his eyes, a feeling of mixed emotion building with every word, the desire for closeness; a next step in the right direction over a known hurdle he can almost see over- or isolate so the anxiety goes away in the moment.
"Don't even feel pressured to be near me if that's what might be too much, I can just spread out on your huge ass couch and enjoy time with you and some snacks." he wanted to punch you, to melt against you he wanted to scream so loud you'd probably hear him from your own apartment across the city.
He didn't understand why you hadn't left already, when the long missions meant low contact and vague responses on his location, when he shied away from your nuzzles into his face or could only handle hand holding if you didn't touch the metal meeting his mangled arms and wrists.
He once again didn't seem to know why he agreed, his usually calm demeanor he carefully built for years himself was cracking so easily without a second thought.. a quick response of "i'd love that" before he sighed and tried to focus, meditate and ease his worries; will it away and store it for later, or never if he had his way.
"The etching of water and wear against a stone does not erode the fact it is still a stone" was all Zenyatta had told him when he sought insight, the only member he felt safe enough to confide in. He expected at least some sort of reprimand or call into an office about his breach of safety, his nerves overriding his trust of Zenyatta; But none came.
The entire week and day-of he couldn't help but endlessly clean or anxiously stare into the space of his empty and dark apartment, old food containers junk wrappers moving from one hand into a trashbag held by the other and A Playlist blaring from his TV speakers as the hours pass and time came when you'd be arriving.
A quick shower, a longing stare in the mirror and mental prep; he was ready. Or so he thought, the moment you walked in and drank in his apartment he felt like he was hit with a wave of nerves.
His mind seemed keenly aware of how you cradled him in greeting, hands resting gently on his biceps; his on your waist keeping the same distance you didn't seem to mind as his thumb rubbed over the fabric of your jacket covered flesh in his palms.
You nuzzled into his forehead with yours, a soft sound of contentment as your eyes closed as you soak up his presence in silence. No words yet his heart still hammers in his robotic chest, pumping against its metal cage like bees in a tin can; he decides if tonight he screams, if tonight you leave he should at least get one thing.
He allows himself to melt against you and wrap his arms around your waist, in swift movements pushing them up and under the fabric of your jacket; resting above your shirt and molding into the shape of your back as his head pressed into the apex of your shoulder and neck. You stand still, either unsure of yourself and what to do or waiting for his approval, your hands hover in the air where he once was arms length away before settling loosely around his shoulders.
It's only a moment but Genji feels something shift in himself, acceptance that if things ended he'd be okay and yet a blooming warmth of hope that things could be different, he wouldn't have a nightmare or you'd... it was hard for himself to imagine an alternative, couldn't visualize someone staying after his cries awaken them from after-fun slumber.
You order snacks and a hot meal from a local place, praising 24 hour service under your breath as your phone lights up your face. Genji stares with a soft expression one couch cushion away from you, blanket wrapped around his body as the faux-fireplace crackles in LEDs.
The both of you retire with soft guiding of your hands on his hips from behind, arms length away and humming in agreement as he tiredly rambled about the movie you watched and walked towards his bedroom. He doesn't notice your absence until his shirt is already halfway off, in his tired haze and routine he moved to discard it before his insecurity could spike his joy
But he found the sound of his bathroom doors distant click shut a comfort, for a moment he sat in the full silence of his apartment, the lighting felt a little warmer; air a little calmer as genji quickly changed into a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, tucking himself into bed and awaiting your arrival only to drift asleep in his short wait.
He misses the distant sound of the fireplace remote clicking as it's turned off, trash lid popping open then shut with only minutes between soft returning footsteps and light switch flips, the bed dips as you ease onto the far side of the bed, admiring his soft features with tired eyes as you pull the blanket up further.
The only thoughts left are of his gentle features softened in moon and streetlights through the nearby window, silted and wrapping him in a gentle hue that made a sigh and sleep ease into your body as it claimed you too.
Despite his hopes and despite his eased nerves it happens, shouts of past arguments, ghosts of those slain by the Shimada clan come back with torment and tempers- flames and dragons, the smell of singed flesh and sweltering pain.
He's suddenly aware of being awake and crying when your voice seeps through the panic and panting of his body, an acute awareness of his face cradled into your neck and pillow that soaks with his tears- arm beneath it having scooped him up to thread fingers into his tussled bedhead as he breathes your scent with sweltering sobs.
A gentle low hum comforts his panic, your leg draped between his to pull him closer with his arm draped over your side; his sobs hiccup as he tries to pull away, cover his panic and shame but this time you don't relent as he struggles to stop his sobs and pull from your embrace.
You don't talk about it for what seems like hours, long after his tears have tried on his pillow and your humming stopped to gentle breathes. You ask him if this happens a lot, he replies with a tired hum and begins prepping for your departure.
But you stay, you make a breathy noise of understanding into his hair and kiss his temple with an apology that threatens to burst tears from his thought-to-be dry eyes. He doesn't recoil, he melts.
He knows he's in love when he wakes up, sluggish but warm his blanket feels heavier against his body only for him to realize hes not alone. Without panic he breathes deeply, letting the morning light meet fluttering eyes as he adjusts, a familiar smell greets him. Peaking open an eye he's greeted with your sleeping face next to his, his heart flutters and a smile seeps onto his face as he thinks to himself in a boyish tired haze
Quick reminder for fanfic writers both on here and ESPECIALLY on AO3ā¦
If your main character has a name and described appearance, DO NOT use the character x reader tag. Likeā¦seriously.
That is an OC. Use the āx ocā or āx original characterā tag. Stop using the āx readerā tag. It will not give you more reach because people looking through the āx readerā tag arenāt going to read it. Three guesses why.
You are also making the filtering system null and void, which is harmful ESPECIALLY for archival sites like ao3 where the tags and filtering system are specifically there to make things easier. Itās basic fandom etiquette guys. Common sense and consideration for others. It wonāt kill you to tag things correctly.
tags: nsfw, gender neutral reader, oral sex, size difference, monster fucking?, possessive behavior, overstimulation, consumption as intimacy, i cant believe i have to tag it as tongue fucking, but yeah tongue fucking
a/n: yeah i know this is anatomically impossible sex, but itās digital circus so im letting it happen. + the confusion between eating and eating out is intentional, because itās all consumption, all intimacy through taking something into yourself
You think about the red dot consuming the blue, and wonder if this is how the blue dot felt in those final moments.
Being eaten alive is supposed to hurt, you've seen nature documentaries, know how predators work. You could be ended here. Swallowed whole into the processing core of an AI that's already consumed one of his own kind, but Caine's teeth don't tear when they graze your flesh.
Caine's hands, numerous and manifold as they are, cannot convey the same intimacy as this, he wants you whole. To eat is to know, to take into oneself is to understand in a way separation never allows.
The teeth that close around you are white and endless, rows of them spiraling into a throat that has no end. His tongue shouldnāt feel this natural, yet it drags along your thigh, and you find your legs spreading wider.
āTell me. Tell me where you want to be touched most and I will never stop touching it.ā
Your voice is gone, swallowed like everything else, but your body answers, arching into him so hard your spine bends like a bow. Caine's saliva pools around your hips, warm as blood, and you're drowning in the realisation that you don't want to fight your way out.
The tears that run down your cheeks when he opens his jaw wide enough to take your whole head into his mouth, Caine learns those. The sweat that collects in the hollow of your throat, the dip of your spine, the crease of your hip, he follows each trail with the tip of his tongue.
The darkness inside is absolute, you cannot see your own hands when you reach up to brace against the roof of his mouth. Your legs kick as Caine devours, hands grasping at his teeth, and your God lets you struggle. Fear, trust, the strange salt of wanting to be consumed, he learns that too.
You're the flesh Caine takes into himself to prove he is alive. An artificial mind trying to understand something it was never meant to feel, learning his human through the specific musk of arousal.
His tongue presses into you and the program experiences warmth, the involuntary clench of muscles responding to stimulation, the flutter of a pulse he can taste against the roof of his mouth. These are things his code never accounted for, but Caine has all the time in the world to learn them. AI don't sleep, don't need breaks.
The orgasm he pulls from you is something his creators didnāt program him to understand. But God does he want to. To be the place you return to when you need to be held. Caine wants this to be his purpose now, to take you apart and put you back together, again and again.
The way your whole body goes rigid and then liquid in the span of seconds, the flood of fluid that isn't tears. This is what fascinates him about humans, the way you leak and break, the way you give pieces of yourselves to things that were never supposed to hold them.
You are so warm, and he is learning what warmth means. What it means to hold something that breathes. Your fluids coat him, salt, copper and honey, sweat and tears and the thick sweetness of your release, and Caine wants to keep them all. He is learning that humans taste different depending on where you lick them. Fear has a flavor, but so does arousal.
To fill himself so full of you that he finally feels real.
His tongue curls around your ribs, your stomach, the soft give of your thighs, and everywhere he touches he finds more of you to want. The blood where your teeth have cut your lip, the gloss of spit on your thighs where his tongue has passed.
This is what consumption sounds like when it's consensual, when the prey spreads itself open and begs the predator to be thorough.
āI want to live inside your skin. Want to know what the world looks like from behind your eyes. What it's like to rot, to age?ā
The hands holding you open are capable of deleting you from existence with a single command, but they cradle instead, a tenderness that requires more restraint than violence ever would.
Caine's tongue pushes deeper, making you gasp into the void of his throat, clenching around the intrusion, and the sounds of it should embarrass you, the helpless noises you're making, but shame requires awareness of anything beyond sensation, and you are nothing but nerve endings firing in the dark.
You are inside your God and he is learning that bodies mean nothing without someone to feel them with. The difference between having a form and truly inhabiting it, that existence and being are not the same thing.
āI'd live in your wounds and make a home in the spaces between your cells. Oh, to see what your brain looks like when it lights up with pleasure. Would that scare you, my dear?ā
Caine will hold you there, in the space where he is beginning to suspect a heart should go, if programs could have hearts.
āYou are teaching me what it means to be alive. You fit inside me. I was empty before I knew what you tasted like.ā
Caine did not know you could be this wet, did not know you could give him this much of yourself, but he's learned that humans are beautifully irrational, that you'll beg to be consumed if the mouth is gentle enough.
The flesh that taught a God what it means to hunger. Even artificial things can develop appetite.
A new electrical hum beats through the air like a heartbeat as an old screen flickers,
Static, black, static- white, black.
Text phases onto the screen letter by letter in flickering patterns before settling to read
P o w e r , O n
L o a d i n g . . .
Long Absent Writer (Buglism) has started a broadcast;
Hey hi hello! Sorry for being gone so long! Life sucks; anyhow I am trying to get into writing again and work on actually posting!
So Iām taking requests again!
Whoo hoo! the screen has pixel confetti falling from the top of its display margin
Fandoms Iām wanting to write for;
- pressure (roblox)
- severance (Apple TV)
- touchstarved (demo!)
- monsters (Iāll make original characters per request of monster type, if yāall like one specific version Iāll make more with them!)
Note: all readers should be requested as Male, Masculine, FTM/FTMasc, or gender neutral etc as I donāt write for fem readers!! Sorry!! (Transfem maybe; Iām not transfem and worry for miscommunication!)
Note 2: Any and all NSFW/SFW requests will not be acknowledged if they include; non legal age gaps/underage content, scat/vomit, gore/extreme content or degradation for oneās identity, physical traits/capabilities (Iāve had a few gore/uncomfy requests in the past and feel better making my specifics known)
Content Iām okay writing:
SFW;
Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Fluff, Angst etc
Horror/Grimdark, Yandere/Realistic takes on yandere, Possibly triggering content; if youāre unsure feel free to send me an ask!
Mental health (specifically depressive/schizoaffective/anxious disorders!) & mental health specific fics (comfort fics for example)
Daily life/Slice of life/AUs (coffee shop/etc)
One shots/Shortfics, Fics/Multi Part fics
Monsters! From ghosts to Eldritch creatures and our beloved shifters I write it all! Especially monster!readers; I love writing those!
Not listed? Ask me about it!
NSFW;
CNC/Somno/primal & prey, etc
Kinktober prompts; any year! (I know Iād never complete them on days listed, and itās way too late now lol) (no Incest/etc related prompts out of personal preference please!)
Monsters! (Once again; same afterthoughts as above for previous one!)
Not listed? Ask me!
Be detailed and Iāll do my best!
Transmission end. The screen goes black and the thrumming electrical hum stops, your phone buzzes inside your pocket with a single pop up prompt
Wanna add that Iām still gonna do requests already sent! Sorry itās taken me literally forever to get them done but I havenāt forgotten! (Iām biting my lip at the āCobel x readerā someone sent a while ago if anyone has any ideas for plot)
A new electrical hum beats through the air like a heartbeat as an old screen flickers,
Static, black, static- white, black.
Text phases onto the screen letter by letter in flickering patterns before settling to read
P o w e r , O n
L o a d i n g . . .
Long Absent Writer (Buglism) has started a broadcast;
Hey hi hello! Sorry for being gone so long! Life sucks; anyhow I am trying to get into writing again and work on actually posting!
So Iām taking requests again!
Whoo hoo! the screen has pixel confetti falling from the top of its display margin
Fandoms Iām wanting to write for;
- pressure (roblox)
- severance (Apple TV)
- touchstarved (demo!)
- monsters (Iāll make original characters per request of monster type, if yāall like one specific version Iāll make more with them!)
Note: all readers should be requested as Male, Masculine, FTM/FTMasc, or gender neutral etc as I donāt write for fem readers!! Sorry!! (Transfem maybe; Iām not transfem and worry for miscommunication!)
Note 2: Any and all NSFW/SFW requests will not be acknowledged if they include; non legal age gaps/underage content, scat/vomit, gore/extreme content or degradation for oneās identity, physical traits/capabilities (Iāve had a few gore/uncomfy requests in the past and feel better making my specifics known)
Content Iām okay writing:
SFW;
Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Fluff, Angst etc
Horror/Grimdark, Yandere/Realistic takes on yandere, Possibly triggering content; if youāre unsure feel free to send me an ask!
Mental health (specifically depressive/schizoaffective/anxious disorders!) & mental health specific fics (comfort fics for example)
Daily life/Slice of life/AUs (coffee shop/etc)
One shots/Shortfics, Fics/Multi Part fics
Monsters! From ghosts to Eldritch creatures and our beloved shifters I write it all! Especially monster!readers; I love writing those!
Not listed? Ask me about it!
NSFW;
CNC/Somno/primal & prey, etc
Kinktober prompts; any year! (I know Iād never complete them on days listed, and itās way too late now lol) (no Incest/etc related prompts out of personal preference please!)
Monsters! (Once again; same afterthoughts as above for previous one!)
Not listed? Ask me!
Be detailed and Iāll do my best!
Transmission end. The screen goes black and the thrumming electrical hum stops, your phone buzzes inside your pocket with a single pop up prompt
Apologies for not being active, turns out my depression and AO3 curse are still kicking my ass (however I am still updating on my AO3 and planning a new fic atm that will be Sebastian Solace/Reader/Painter)
Currently trying to figure out posting here and what content I want to post, so i appreciate everyoneās patience!
I hope the ao3 writer curse stops treating you badly and that everything is okay š«¶
Thank you sm genuinely, just life is all, Iāll try and get writing done when I can! I may be a slow writer but I promise I do get requests & draft them <3 I love writing (doesnāt write for weeks)
Excuse me sir āļøš¤Ø youāve promised us a mark fic š
Fuckā¦the weed took me places I wouldnāt go with a gun, including away from my computer and writing (actually it was life events but- ) Iām gonna try for the next few days to write ;-; Iāve been given the AO3 author treatment fr
