It’s not a main fandom, IE I don’t have much experience writing it like I do other fandoms listed, but I can certainly try depending on what’s asked! :D
Hello! If it's not too much trouble, do you have any headcanons for someone in a domestic relationship with Soap?
No trouble at all, anon! I’m just putting this all under a cut because these headcanons got away from me and there are A Lot.
Cling to him all you like, you’re not going to keep him in bed. The man runs on military timetables, and rises at some truly ridiculous hours. More than once, you’ve been pulled along with him, when you’re too stubborn to let go and he’s too awake to sink back into bed.
You sometimes have to take care of his appearance -- trimming his mohawk, trying to get him to shave, little things to keep him from looking like a wild man. When you can persuade him to sit and let you work, he proves to be quite a patient man, with you seated in his lap with a razor in hand, or leaning against you as you even out what little hair is on his head. The real problem is his wandering hands, regardless of the sharp object in your own hand...
He uses all the hot water in the mornings. If you don’t find a way to run him out or decide to join him, you will begin your day Suffering.
The man is a true Scotsman, and he can only fry food. Cooking is beyond his ken -- you’ve heard rumors from his teammates that MacMillan himself had to ban him from the kitchens on base. He once made you pancakes that tasted like feet. He says he wants to get better at cooking for you, even if it’s questionable whether you will survive his attempts to improve.
MacTavish is a cuddler, whenever you are within reach. He will wrap his arms around you if you are standing and doing something, resting his head on your shoulder. He will pull you closer on the couch and nose into your hair whenever he can. You will always be the little spoon.
Whenever you are particularly engrossed in something, especially a hobby, Soap always finds himself with a pencil in hand and a sketchbook open. You are his muse, and he never finds you more beautiful than when you are doing something you love.
He can’t cook, he never sleeps in like a normal person, and the man puts off grooming himself until he looks like a mountain man if you’re away.... But he gives you the best gifts. It’s as if he can read your mind, whenever you want something. He knows he can’t always be there due to his work with the Task Force, but he does try to show his appreciation every time he comes home.
Soap’s a wonderful kisser, of course, but his real strength is in the hugs he gives. You will never feel more safe and treasured than when this Scotsman has you in his big arms.
Listening is a particular forte of his -- if you ever need to get something off of your chest, complain about a coworker, or just talk about an idea you had, he is all ears. He gives the best feedback if you ever need it, even if he’s just agreeing that aforementioned coworker sounds like a real ass.
His love is a hundred little things -- kissing you on the neck, dancing with you in the living room, sharing parts of himself usually reserved for his journal. He might not give you any grand displays of romance, that’s never been who he is, but his love for you is steady, and it runs deep.
What will you be posting next? And what do you have still to write? I can't wait for you to post the next thing! :)
Right now, it will likely be either my Jyn Erso/Fem!Reader, or my Reaper/Reader. I’m hoping when I get home today I can update my request lists with current word counts.
What I have left to write can be found on my sidebar link Requests. I would link, but I’m currently on mobile an navigation is a bit iffy. Thank you very much for your excitement, though! It really motivates me to write more.
Do you know of anyone else who writes fics for Fire Emblem? I just restarted Awakening and I'm having all the feels.
You didn’t specify a game in particular, so I’m just going to list all those that I know of!
imaginefeawakening was the first I ever found, and have written for literally every cast member, even my spotpass husbands. The mods who run this page have always given amazing quality imagines, preferences, and reader inserts.
fe14fiction is my go to for an Izana fix, though Mod Lilith has also written some great Awakening imagines/headcanons/fics.
heartcafe is on indefinite hiatus, and in fact has not posted in half a year, but their headcanons and writings for Fates are spectacular. Even if they no longer update, I strongly recommend sifting through their archives.
I know I’m missing someone, but combing my favorites and history isn’t giving me any ideas of what their URL was. When I remember it, I’ll be sure to come back and edit them in.
As always, please like someone’s post if you enjoy their writing, and respect their rules and request status if you intend to ask for something!
Do you know anyone else who does Call of DutyxReader? I love your stuff, but I need moar.
@pandapartyboat has done some Soap/fem!Reader, tagged here, and @theironslegacy has written several one-shots and series about various characters, masterlist here.
Other than that, I’m pretty stumped as far as Tumblr goes. You might find some stuff on AO3, but as far as I know, the blogs I listed and my own are the only ones here who have done reader insert things for the fandom. If anyone wants to prove me wrong, I would be delighted to promote other great writers!
this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion. i’ve divided it up into two categories ( light & dark ) based on the themes. some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions. please be cautious before continuing on!!
L I G H T
‘ at night i dream of you. ’
‘ don’t give up yet. you still have time to fix things. ’
‘ falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack. ’
‘ i am still so weak when it comes to you. ’
‘ i can’t believe i let myself let you down. ’
‘ i don’t care where we go when we die, as long as i’m with you. ’
‘ i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late. ’
‘ i feel so warm & safe when you talk to me. maybe i could love you if you’d let me. ’
‘ i finally let the right people in & i have never felt so loved. ’
‘ i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone. ’
‘ i lived in your permafrost for twenty years & then you looked at me & i felt the warmth of spring. ’
‘ i once wished you’d leave me alone, but i take it back. ’
‘ i want to be able to love someone else, but you stretch your arms & spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else. ’
‘ i want to believe that we got it right this time. ’
‘ i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely. ’
‘ i would travel across the world to be by your side, because as long as you are with me, anywhere is a perfect place to me. ’
‘ it took me awhile to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’
‘ it’s not that i really need you, but life would be pretty boring without you around. there’s no one i would rather be with. ’
‘ i’d like to stay like this for awhile. ’
‘ life & death don’t have to be so boring, let’s make both an adventure. ’
‘ life imitates art, they say. i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke. ’
‘ live your life so that when you die, souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales. ’
‘ make your exes jealous & your past self proud. ’
‘ maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on. ’
‘ never get caught falling harder. they’ll never let you back up. ’
‘ please don’t go. ’
‘ some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it & succumb. ’
‘ sometimes, you’ll find it hard to keep going, but you always will. ’
‘ the desire i feel for you is that same itching, insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction. ’
‘ the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad. ’
‘ there is absolutely nothing & no one who can stop me. ’
‘ there is no route of losing you that is without pain. ’
‘ there’s still room for adventure & there is no one i’d rather have by my side. ’
‘ things didn’t turn out the way i planned, but i’m alright with that. ’
‘ we could be really incredible together, you know? ’
‘ you are beautiful & vibrant & confident. you are light & laughter incarnate & every fiber of your being screams freedom & joy. when i am with you, i am truly happy. ’
‘ you are starlight incarnate, from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think. blessed are any to be loved by you. ’
‘ you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you. ’
‘ you call me yours & i have no idea what that even means to you. ’
‘ you remind me of bubblegum & sweets; soft & pink & warm. you are strong in the gentlest way. you are so stubbornly kind. i wish i could be like that. ’
‘ you still visit me while i sleep sometimes. your fingers trace my spine & i listen to you breathe. please stop haunting me. ’
‘ ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’
D A R K
‘ a thousand empty bottles & fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day. ’
‘ everyone else has moved on, but i am still here. ’
‘ everything about you screams danger. ’
‘ everything is worthless to you & you, in turn, became worthless. ’
‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’
‘ freedom is really hard to get used to. ’
‘ how could you do this to me? how fucking could you? ’
‘ i am becoming everything we always dreamed of & i am leaving you behind. ’
‘ i buried you so well that you might as well have died. ’
‘ i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead & not the monster you became. ’
‘ i can’t look at you. not now, not ever. ’
‘ i don’t ask how you’ve been. what’s the point? you’d lie anyways. ’
‘ i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest. ’
‘ i haunted this house first. there is no room for you here. ’
‘ i have a right to be upset. i loved them too, you know. ’
‘ i just want it to end. i want it to all go away. i want to go away. ’
‘ i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous. ’
‘ i saw your face today & didn’t feel anything. i am free. ’
‘ i tried to save you, but you didn’t want to be saved. you just wanted someone to suffer with you. ’
‘ it’s almost as if you were never here. ’
‘ it’s unhealthy to do these things, you tell me. you say it’s time to stop smoking, time to stop gambling, & dammit, i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you. i sure hope you’re right, darling. ’
‘ i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind ’
‘ i’m not really scared to die. i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone. ’
‘ i’m not the person you left behind anymore. there’s no one here to miss. ’
‘ i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive. ’
‘ i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals & ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you. ’
‘ i’ve never been completely satisfied. i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death. ’
‘ no motive other than pleasure, my dear. ’
‘ one day i’ll go or you will. either way, it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself. ’
‘ our dreams & promises decay along with you. ’
‘ the leaves change, but nothing else does. ’
‘ the only difference between avoiding & leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you. ’
‘ there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you. ’
‘ there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage. ’
‘ things aren’t going as i hoped. maybe if i die, i can start over again? better luck next time. ’
‘ this is not something to be proud of. this is a tragedy. ’
‘ trying to get rid of me? oh honey, you’ll have to try much harder than that. ’
‘ trying to get under my skin? you’re nothing more than a pesky itch. ’
‘ unlike you, i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger. ’
‘ weeping is for gods & martyrs, we cannot afford such luxuries. ’
‘ would you even miss me? ’
‘ you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart. ’
‘ you complain nonstop about being unloved & alone, i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true. ’
‘ you don’t know what it’s like. ’
‘ you made this so fucking easy for me. ’
‘ you should see me as a threat. i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you. i am a walking threat. ’
‘ you think i’m already gone, but i’m still fighting. ’
‘ you think i’m dead, but i’m just dying. ’
‘ you were never an addiction, you were a fucking disease. ’
‘ you wouldn’t dare cross me. i am god & you are the soil beneath my feet. ’
‘ your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity. ’
‘ your fingers are so cold & bruised, but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference. ’
‘ your hair is tied in a noose & your fingernails are razor blades, your lips are poison & i will gratefully kiss them. ’
‘ your hatred has a body count & we will not forget. ’
‘ your loss, not mine. ’
‘ you’re a sick fuck. you know that? ’
‘ you’re not gentle with me & i would never ask you to be. ’
‘ you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore, it’s a pit. ’
I was wondering if you could do some cute head cannons for dating Chrom?
He’s a surprisingly energetic guy, if that’s even the right word. Really, it might just be a mix of stir crazy and cabin fever between leading the Shepherds, and later Ylisse. You can expect, no matter your class, a fair amount of time on the training field. You two will be able to move as one entity in battle, if Chrom has anything to say about it.
Do you see that beautiful blue hair? You have express permission to play with it. Imagine a nice night spent reclining, unwinding from the day’s drama, and tracing your fingers through that messy mane. Chrom finds some kind of comfort in you toying with his hair, and invites you to do so whenever the fancy strikes you.
He has totally gone to Lissa for courtship and dating advice before. How well this goes totally depends on how well you and Lissa overlap in terms of romantic ideals. I’m not saying she has led her brother astray once or twice as part of her mischievous personality, but Chrom has always made it up to you when he’s been pretty fairly trolled by his younger sister.
Chrom’s a very noticeable guy. It’s not like you can actually go out somewhere without him being identified as royalty, so I can’t see a lot of wining and dining. It’s more likely you spend a night in, or go out stargazing or on some small adventure. Chrom’s always got some idea to make an outing memorable, even if his dates aren’t exactly conventional.
Frederick probably loves you for what you do for Chrom. It’s no secret he’s wholly devoted to his lord, and to see someone able to make Chrom so happy and give him affection is more than he could have hoped for. The real issue is Chrom, as ever, trying to sneak away from Frederick’s watchful eye to spend time with you, one on one. Trying to arrange a date without tipping off Frederick is a feat all its own.
Exalt of Ylisse and the king of sweet nothings. You are going to get so many compliments. That charisma works in every facet of his life, but especially when around you.
Hi guys, I just wanted to give a big apology for the radio silence over here recently! My laptop charger totally gave out, and it took a bit for the replacement to arrive. I’m back now, and about to clear out my askbox and get back to work on what I owe for longer works!
Thanks to you all for being patient during that unexpected hiatus!
Hey! I'm not rushing you or anything, but I was just wondering what your turn around time for stuff is. I know some blogs that crank things out within a day or so, and some that take longer. Just curious! Thanks!
It took me about two days to write a 3000+ word reader insert, while another is at 850 words after a day, so it’s really looking like I’ll take longer as a writer of reader inserts. Mostly, I might vary in terms of length and times to post, but I’m willing to bank here at the starting gate that I’ll take longer!
Fandom: Infinite Warfare
Requested by: Someone who will not be shamed publicly
Words: 3000+
Warnings: NSFW, robophilia, robot sin, the shame of a writer.
Somewhere in the past, you could feel every mentor you had ever had judging you for this single moment, as if they could see your scholarship was leading up to this nonsense in particular. Such judgment from your fellow humans did little to staunch your study of the apparatus laid upon your desk, shame shrugged off perhaps too readily, your entire focus concentrated on the various wires before you. Crossing one, you felt your tongue meet the warm air of the apartment, electricity heavy in the air.
"Feel anything stirring?" you chirped, though you keep your eyes downcast.
"Am I supposed to?"
Sighing, you set aside your work, turning to face your partner. The robot stood there, looking too comfortable in your room with his cycloptic visual transmitter locked onto you, and you could almost feel his amusement in answer to your frustration. "Ethan," came out more a warning than anything. His only answer was the low static hum that passed for laughter from his systems, a drumming of fingers against your dresser.
"It's alright, really. I understand many humans have performance issues when it comes to servicing their partner--"
"We're not going there," slid through your teeth, staring down at the offending wires that led back into your companion. There was a way to make sense of this, you knew that. No matter how advanced his systems, there would be a way in. Dulled as sensations were for the war machine, he was still capable of registering them, a natural consequence of whatever passed for a 'brain' within his hull.
The roadway was present. The problem was that the dingy, dirt pathway that passed for that road hadn't been built upon since the day he was 'born.'
So there you were, slaving over his wiring, trying to find some way to make the robot come alive. Your mentors in R&D must be so proud of your leaps and bounds under their tutelage. They would surely put you in the history books for this one.
Woman Paves Road To Robot Orgasm: SexBots A Reality. It certainly read better than the headline where you ended up in jail for deviancy.
It was the least you could do, once you had realized that sensations were not wholly alien to Ethan. Whatever he was made of left many opportunities open, both in terms of his autonomy and his capabilities. He had certainly proven willful enough in his pursuit of you, if a bit varied in his courtship styles.
(He would never admit to it, of course, but you could not help but think you had the crew of the Retribution to help for that. There was no way just one man had been advising Ethan in his romantic choices. If nothing else, Todd Kashima would be made to answer for several of your companion's raunchier stunts.
Just as soon as both Ethan and you were able to admit you were together.)
Regardless of influences, the intent had been Ethan's alone, and in time, you had even fallen for the robot's glowing personality. His wit and good-natured ribbing always left you on your toes whenever he came around, ready to match him snark for snark. Questionable as the whole affair might be, Ethan had made his choice, and he chose you.
You might consider yourself lucky, if not for all the ethical questions that would hound you for the foreseeable future. Ethan enjoyed pleasing you as he could, in word and deed, though, and it would be enough for now.
What deeds they were, you mused, turning your attention back to the task at hand. It had been his own question, about how you handled the downside of a relationship with a machine made more for warfare than a relationship. Sex. It had been about how you handled a partner lacking both genitalia and mouth.
No sooner has Ethan spoken than you had begun to wonder who had even put such ideas in his head.
Probably Kashima.
As badly as you had been caught off guard, pulling your sweater tighter around yourself and settling uncomfortably against your couch, you let him continue. Perhaps you had hoped he would, or hoped your uncomfortable silence would see him quieted as well. For a time, it was only the sound of the movie you rented, the hammy acting and poorly written script just the sort of cringey carnage that your partner so enjoyed poking holes in like some old review show. When he spoke again, it was not about the obvious zipper on the monster's suit.
How did you handle a lover who couldn't -- in the most basic, physical way one could apply the word -- love you?
It had taken some time to reply. You would not have been with Ethan if he wasn't capable of being in complete control of his own thoughts and actions, but in the moment you wished his programming had some kind of limitations.
You finally broke. You talked about little toys, but that sometimes a hand would suffice. It was a fine answer, covered all that Ethan had asked about your 'coping' mechanisms, but your mouth kept running. Soon, you were speaking of technique, of how you handled a long lonely night, a myriad of little answers that went above and beyond the call of duty. By the end of it all, you were left red-faced, more than a little winded. You told yourself it was shame, or its kinder cousin embarrassment.
You told yourself you were not one of those perverts who got off on the thought of a robot.
You could even accept it, just as Ethan apparently had. His curiosity sated, he seemed to drift away from the subject, as if he too had some understanding of just how mortified a person could be. Even as the movie rolled on, even as you tried to envelope yourself in the laughable plot and infantile creature design, you could feel his optics centered on you.
It had been a day before he pressed further -- maybe he had to run more recon to learn how to do what it was that had so captivated him. Who had he even turned to, you would sometimes wonder. The details became hazy, dream-like, after you got home that day. There had been some talk, you knew, time for you to let down your defenses just enough, to trust Ethan when he said he wanted to help you how he could with your more human 'problems.'
"I want to be the best I can be for you."
He had been quite gentle, at first, coaxing you into critiquing him throughout the act. Whatever concept of fear he had, it applied there, as he stroked your opening with his rubber-coated digits. Gentle did not even begin to describe how he handled your slit, lightly tracing it, head turned to it with what you might have called reverence. Even as you spread yourself further for him, something like curiosity hummed out of his vocals.
When he dared to probe at your inner folds, you brought your hands to your reddening face, gasping around his movements.
"Look at me."
Soft as his words were, you found some force in them, peering at him from between your fingers. As expected, his lens had drifted from your wet slit to your fiery face.
"Is this alright?"
You could only just moan out a yes, your encouragement bringing some adjustment to his posture. Without a face to read, you had learned to pay special attention to his movements, the rise and fall of his shoulders, the placement of hands--
Confidence. He exuded confidence in that moment.
With his confidence came one curious finger pressing deeper--
Your reverie was interrupted by some outburst from the robot in question, your grip on his wires tightening as you heard the thump of him against the wood, a low static hum that might have been pain alerting you to his status. Turning your head, you cold just see him over your shoulder, too tense, and then alarmingly still. His posture had shifted so suddenly that for a moment, you could not even respond, still peering owlishly at him. Finally, you turned your work chair, something softer than panic starting to move through you.
"Ethan?"
He gave no answer. Whatever was diffusing through you a second before became nothing but alarm surging in your veins. You had been trying to overload his 'nerves,' and it hit you all too late what a mistake this might have been. Had he even made with surge protectors for such an onslaught? You had assumed as much, but the seemingly dormant bot before you told a different story.
Had he stroked out? Could a robot even, in fact, stroke out?
You never should have played with government utilities, no matter if they had played with you first. With a growing sense of fear, you tried to figure out what procedure even was. It wasn't as if you could simply call an ambulance to take him around to a hospital, or use CPR to keep your boyfriend running until someone could take him off of your hands.
What if he died? What if you killed him?
The thought had you almost lunging for your phone, until you heard the familiar whir of Ethan's optical sensors narrowing in on you. Frozen in place, you studied him, just as he studied you. Once again, your immovable tin and wire soldier had gone rigid, unreadable as he flicked his 'iris' from you to the wires you had abandoned. All too suddenly, he began to clear the distance, not a word said until you could feel heat radiating off of him from his apparent reset.
"What was that?"
It was amazing, just how bewildered this war machine could sound when out of his league. It was just another sign, to the both of you, that he was far more humanized than his handlers had intended when they set him loose. Clearing your throat hard, you ran an appraising eye down his hull, looking for any obvious damage from your ill-advised misadventure. Finding no signs of smoke or scorch, you licked at your lips, feeling Ethan's finger come to rest under your chin and lift your face. There was something oddly intimate in the gesture, against all the panic that beat at your heart.
"I don't-- I don't know. I think I must have crossed a wire. Do you feel ok?"
Your hands came to rest against his shoulders, concern painting your voice. Ethan still stood far too still, where usually the robot was a hundred little fidgets and quips. Now, his only movements were to trace your lips with his thumb, sticking your feet to the floor better than any glue. His chuckle carried far too much amusement for your liking, considering the bot had left you almost inconsolable for far too long a stretch. Before you could chastise him, he was already speaking again, hopefully easing back into his usual manner.
"Better than ever," he offered, tracing his fingers from your face down to your chest, smiling as you sighed under his touch. He wasn't doing this. This jackass boyfriend of yours was not going to scare the hell out of you and then try to get into your pants. Even as you thought such warnings, he was already tracing down your belly, pausing just below your navel, flicking his 'eye' back up t your face, awaiting permission.
"In fact, I'd like for you to do it again."
Realization began to color your cheeks as the full brunt of your actions hit you, all at once. Ethan had never been in any danger in that moment. No, the truth was a touch more human than that.
You had, in ways he could understand, given him some mind-blowing orgasm. Mouth hanging open, you tried to make sense of how quickly progress had been made in your little pet project, even as Ethan's fingers curled against your sweatpants. He made no move to expose you otherwise, instead offering another humming little laugh.
"That shade of red looks good on you," he offered, voice low.
You had been raised better than this, even as your fingers curled against him, even as you pressed closer to his frame. You tried to guide his hand, but he held fast, lording his power over the situation. If he had any sort of proper face, you were sure there would be a smirk etched on his false lips.
"Say it," he said. Releasing him, you found his grip on the fabric of your pants tightening. It was as if he had never been eager before, having no understanding of what such touch could do to a human. You had taught him better, now, and he was eager to show you that he had learned.
"I want you."
All too suddenly, Ethan pulled his hand away, leaving you needy, mewling for the heat building at your base. As quickly as he pulled away, the robot pulled closer to you, lifting you and setting you upon the sturdy frame of your work desk, pausing only for a moment to tear your pants and underwear down in one deft movement. His movements were always so fluid, so natural, that sometimes you could forget he wasn't made of muscle. Face reddening, you began to spread yourself for him, revealing your wetness, something that drew his interest even as he raised his fingers to your mouth.
You did not hesitate to take them into your mouth, tongue gliding over the offered digits. He wiggled them delicately, making sure you properly coated your 'toys.' "Good girl," the robot murmured, just as softly a he could. When he finally removed his digits, slick with saliva, he began to lower them slowly, as if he was leading up to some trick. He only stopped with the dramatics once he came to your warm, waiting slit, lightly pressing his palm to it as he began to toy with you.
The robot always had more patience than you, a point proven as you whined and bucked against his steady hand. Even as he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles against the nub, it wasn't enough. The steady thrum of pleasure coursing through you made a poor appetizer, something you made all too apparent to your partner.
Your little whines and whimpers did little to sway his tin heart. "You want more?"he teased, and you managed to give him a desperate yes as he pressed lightly on your clit. "Then I want something, too."
Oh.
Blindly, you grasped for the wires that had so consumed you in the minutes before this tryst, edging them closer to you as Ethan continued to rub you slowly. You had no time to ponder how soaked his palm must be as his other hand slid across your bare thigh. If he hadn't already made his demands, you might think he was trying to distract you. Hazy, you struggled to remember which wires had caused the robot to seize up with manufactured pleasure, which would motivate him to go deeper.
Feverish, you traced the wires, looping them around one another in a needful move for release. Just as you began to believe that you wouldn't be able to manage your prior stroke of luck, Ethan's grip on your thigh tightened, a smll burst of static drawn from his voice. That was it, you mused, smiling as his fingers dug into your soft flesh.
"Good girl."
You continued playing with him in this way, methodical, trying to stave off complete overload. Ethan must have finally received the message, prodding at your slit with one wet finger, slowly easing his way in as you hissed with pleasure. The sensation of being filled even a he continued playing with your oversensitive clit left you tilting your head back, eyes shut tight. You should have known better.
"Look at me," the robot urged, always hungry for the sight of you coming undone. Slowly, you met him eye to eye, staring long and hard at his streamlined head. Ethan leaned in closer, almost resting that head on your shoulder, before you gave him a shock with your rougher handling of his circuits. Something like a gasp filled the air as you reminded him that you, too, had control. Refocusing on you, Ethan wasted no time retaliating, shoving another finger into you, stretching you further. Now down to the knuckle, he seemed eager to speed things along, stroking your walls, exerting more force on your nub. There was a growing heaviness in you, the promise of impending orgasm, and it was all you could do to remember Ethan's wiring at all.
It faded into a speeding rhythm then, Ethan deep inside of you, thumb a constant pressure against your clit, your hands dancing across his circuits. It was a time without ethics, without any questions, just two lovers playing each other to whatever might come. As you felt your own release building, white-hot in the pit of your belly, you could not help but send Ethan into his own overload. Barely a moment passed between your keening orgasm and Ethan's own form of climax, the robot apparently freezing in place with another burst of static-laden hums. For a moment, you were both blissfully unaware of anything, the whole of the world narrowing to a pleasurable void.
As your perception expanded again, to something more than the weight of Ethan's drenched hand against you, his bearing slowly easing down from its high. Withdrawing his fingers, leaving you all too empty, he rested his hands on either side of the desk, delicately blocking you in. His head rested against your shoulder, and you drew your own arms round him. Soft kisses peppered the side of his face, a laugh filling the room.
"I take it back," Ethan offered. You crooned against him, not trusting your tongue to lift from the bottom of your mouth just yet. Nuzzling against you, he continued, a smirk etched in his voice.
"You've got some problems, babe, but performance issues--"
Silent, you pushed his face away, denying him affection as he began to laugh again.
Rollerblading lessons, assuming you do not already know how to blade. Lucio would no doubt be a great teacher, always patient and ready to help you as you start out. There’s probably more than a few jokes about his hands on your waist as he tries to keep you steady. He’s also prepared with the first aid kit should you need it, and an offer to kiss your scrapes better.
Most people might wonder how they got so lucky, dating a celebrity, hero, and all around great guy. With you, somehow, Lucio always turns it around. that he’s the lucky one to have found you. You will always be treasured when you are with him, reminded that you mean so much to him. You’re his muse, his better half, and one of his inspirations for fighting. He truly believes he hit the jackpot finding you.
Songs dedicated to you, without question.
Late nights sitting up with him, watching him compose and pore over his work, running on take out and Lucio asking you for feedback. Sometimes you might have to be the voice of reason, in a ‘honey you’ve been at it for hours please eat something you’ll work better on a full stomach’ kind of way.
You, of course, join Lucio whenever he has a concert. All that travel is ridiculously fun for the two of you as you wander various cities and take so many pictures, both of the locale and each other. Every day on the road with Lucio is a new adventure, made better with each other’s company.
Are you ready to be spoiled on Brazilian cuisine oh boy I hope you are. Lucio loves his culture, and is always eager to share with you. Feijoada is especially fantastic for lazy weekends together when you both have some downtime.
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