Cayde-6 Practice Doodles

FLORENCE CASTLE’S HEROES OF CYBERTRON - EP. 07: OPTIMUS PRIME (1)

Poiché il soggetto in questione è una vera e propria leggenda nella Hall of Fame dei Transformer, la puntata di oggi è particolarmente molto lunga, per cui la suddividerò in più parti.

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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PUNTATA 7: OPTIMUS PRIME, prima parte.

L’inizio: Commander e i suoi Autorobot

Ormai senza di lui non esisterebbero gli Autobot, come non esisterebbero gli Avengers senza Capitan America, la Justice League senza Superman... o Mass Effect senza il comandante Shepard. E poi, siamo onesti: come si fa a non resistere alla vista di quel bel camion rosso e blu col rimorchio bianco al seguito, che si trasforma in un colosso di dieci metri spesso armato di fucile a ioni e ascia energetica (o lame gemelle retrattili, fate voi), e col volto perennemente coperto da una maschera? In quante occasioni almeno una volta lo avete sentito pronunciare frasi memorabili quali l’immortale «La libertà è un diritto di ogni essere senziente» o la più moderna «Uno resterà in piedi, l’altro cadrà»? E c’è stata forse una volta in cui, prima di entrare in azione, non abbia mai ordinato ai suoi compagni: «Autobot, trasformatevi e in marcia!» con l’inconfondibile vocione americano di Peter Cullen o del nostro rispettabilissimo Diego Reggente? Ovviamente no! Sarebbe un sacrilegio per noi fan che in trentacinque anni abbiamo seguito le sue avventure sulla Terra (e non solo) in ogni media esistente!

Che abbiate esultato per ogni piano dei Decepticon che ha fermato insieme ai suoi Autobot, fatto il tifo per lui nei millemila scontri all’ultimo sangue contro Megatron, o addirittura versato fiumi di lacrime quando avete assistito alla sua morte nel film animato del 1986, il nome di OPTIMUS PRIME è e sarà sempre associato al coraggio, autosacrificio, e un indomabile spirito combattivo; un guerriero sempre pronto a dare la propria vita nel proteggere gli esseri senzienti, organici o sintetici che siano.

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Adesso qualche ex bimbo italiano degli anni ‘80 starà sicuramente strabuzzando gli occhi e facendo spallucce mentre si chiede: «Optimus... chi?!?». Logico, visto che all’epoca in Italia era conosciuto come Commander e oggi quella fetta di fan lo ricorda ancora con quel nome. Curiosamente, però, quella parola all’apparenza scelta a caso dalla GIG potrebbe probabilmente derivare da uno dei tre moduli di cui è composto il personaggio: “Commander” è, infatti, il modulo centrale rappresentato dal robot stesso per cui, tutto sommato, non ha torto. E così, superata la barriera del nome, conosciamo meglio questo Bot a partire dalle sue origini narrative e non da quelle animate, perché ci sono pervenute la bellezza di ben dodici versioni diverse di Optimus nel corso della sua chilometrica carriera multimediale.

La mia origin story preferita – nonché quella che personalmente reputo la più coerente – è la versione della Continuità Allineata, raccontata persino da Ratchet nella serie TRANSFORMERS: Prime del 2010. Esattamente come ci viene narrato nell’episodio L’Alba della Guerra della Stagione 2 G1, Optimus Prime da ragazzo si chiamava Orion Pax, un timidissimo e umile Bot che lavorava non come un operaio navale come nella G1 ma come archivista e allievo di Alpha Trion. Lo stesso robot decano che, nella puntata di cui sopra, ripara i feriti Orion Pax e la sua fidanzatina Ariel (vittime di un’imboscata di Megatron) riconvertendoli nelle rispettive versioni “adulte” che conosciamo. Tutto ciò accadde nei – per così dire – “secoli bui” di Cybertron, una sorta di Medioevo in cui politiche inefficaci e una corruzione sempre più soffocante avevano creato enormi diseguaglianze sociali. Un giorno, ispirato dalle parole di un ex gladiatore di nome Megatron, Orion Pax pose un freno all’oppressivo sistema a caste che schiacciava la libertà di ogni essere senziente. I due erano fratelli come gli dei Zeus e Ade, così uguali ma così diversi – al punto di dividersi tragicamente una volta che Megatron rivelò le sue vere intenzioni all’Alto Consiglio, cioè usare la forza per rovesciare i leader del pianeta. Questo, in soldoni, è il germe della leggendaria Guerra per Cybertron, immortalata nei videogiochi del dinamico duo Activision/High Moon Studios e nella recente serie animata Netflix omonima.

Un background decisamente più elaborato, crudo e oscuro e meno tagliato con l’accetta del triplice episodio pilota della G1 Molto più di quel che appare, in cui comunque apprendiamo che è stato lo stesso Optimus Prime a deviare la traiettoria dell’Arca mentre precipita sulla Terra e si schianta sul monte St. Hilary. E, prima di questo, è stata sua la dolorosa scelta di accettare il fardello della Matrice del Comando (diventando così “l’ultimo dei Prime”) e di abbandonare l’ormai inabitabile Cybertron: «La guerra è perduta. – dice Optimus a Bumblebee all’inizio di La Caduta di Cybertron – Lasciare la nostra casa è stata la decisione più sofferta che io abbia mai preso». E del “come” il nostro Commander abbia impedito a Megatron di vincere la guerra civile sulla Terra e di sprofondare l’universo nel caos esistono diverse versioni, dalla più pragmatica a quella più macabra... ma andiamo con ordine.

Essendo amante delle trame più votate a esplorare la psicologia dei personaggi, ho deciso di selezionare alcune puntate G1 in cui Optimus Prime è il fulcro della storia: ricordo ad esempio La Città d’Acciaio, in cui il poveretto viene catturato e letteralmente smembrato dai Constructicon e i pezzi vengono riciclati come armi per difendere la nuova torre Decepticon a New York. In seguito diventa la preda ambita da un losco signorotto in Bersaglio: Optimus Prime ed è persino costretto a confrontarsi con un suo clone in Un Problema per Optimus Prime. A parte queste prove fisiche, ci sono state puntate in cui il nostro ha dimostrato una sensibilità e un amore umani verso i suoi cari che mi ha davvero commosso... e non c’è da stupirsi che i fan lo osannino spesso come la figura paterna perfetta!

In La pazzia degli Autobot Optimus e altri suoi compagni vengono alterati da un dispositivo “distorci-personalità” di Megatron, e quando Bumblebee riesce con successo a rinsavire il comandante, questi lo ringrazia con un caloroso abbraccio. Alla ricerca di Alpha Trion invece segna l’esordio delle Fembot e la loro capitana Elita One rischia la Scintilla dopo aver salvato Optimus Prime da un tragico destino; proprio lui si dispera per le condizioni della collega, lasciando intendere un implicito interesse amoroso per lei.

Il suo canto del cigno avviene nel film del 1986, in cui assistiamo all’ultimo duello tra i capi delle rispettive fazioni, alla fine del quale escono entrambi distrutti... in tutti i sensi. Mentre un gravemente danneggiato Megatron sarà riconvertito in Galvatron per mano di Unicron, Optimus Prime (come ho detto all’inizio) spira davanti agli occhi degli sconvolti amici Autobot e degli altrettanto sconvolti spettatori: il suo corpo si ingrigisce, gli occhi si spengono, e la sua Scintilla si estingue un attimo dopo aver sussurrato una frase che in futuro diverrà un celebre marchio di fabbrica soprattutto degli Autobot: «Finché tutti sono uno». Per quanto all’epoca per gli addetti ai lavori fosse stata solo una mera scelta di marketing per promuovere la nuova linea di giocattoli in imminente uscita, per noi fan la morte di Optimus fu come se una parte di noi fosse morta con lui. E fu un vero shock rivederlo come zombi in quella che considero la puntata più struggente e inquietante di tutta la Stagione 3 G1, la cui trama avrebbe dato i natali a un certo personaggio del Bayverso: Risveglio Oscuro, nel quale il cadavere dell’ex Comandante Autobot viene addirittura corrotto dai Quintesson per farne una pedina in un piano per attirare gli Autobot di Rodimus Prime in una trappola mortale.

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Continua...

Could I get some Cayde 6 with a loud fem hunter reader? Maybe her being self concious bc shes loud?

-Your boisterous personality is refreshing to him. Cayde is used to very serious Warlocks and Nightstalkers so you hear your loud laughter brings a small smile to his face everytime he hears it.-You will always be unique to him. There are not very many genuinely happy guardians left and very few hunters who possessed such rowdiness. Most importantly you will always be special to him and he’s found himself falling in love with your joy.-However, seeing you change yourself in order to make others happy displeases him. Cayde finds you so amazing that he can not see why any other being wouldn’t be able to see that as well! He’ll tell you that you should never stop being you and seeing the smile that you gave him made his heart flutter. -If you are ever self-conscious about who you are he will always notice it and pull you aside. Cayde’s words never fail to cheer you up and so you’ve started to do the same for him despite not knowing that your mere presence makes him happy.-Your close relationship eventually blossoms into a wonderful romance that lasts an eternity until death finally wedges it’s way between the two of you and tears your relationship apart. 

Hazard SFW Alphabet!

I did the Nsfw one so its only fitting that I do the SFW one.. My mind has been swimming with Hazard all day I have been grinding and locking in like crazy. Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hazard is genuinely so affectionate. He is a huge lover and is so mushy and cheesy. His heart eyes are painfully obvious whenever he sees you. He's very physically affectionate. He loves to just touch and hold you. So so so many kisses and hugs and hand holding. He's always subconsciously touching you and gravitating towards you. So many cheesy awful pickup lines just because he wants to hear you laugh and groan. He's so smitten.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hazard is the best friend just like he's the best partner. Do y'all know that image where a girl asks her boyfriend if she can talk to him as a friend and not a partner for a second and the guy goes "yes girlfriend teehee" like that's literally Hazard. He definitely wanted to be good friends with you before he asked you out. He values any kind of relationship, friendly, romantic, and familial. He is just so full of love.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As mentioned before, he is very physically affectionate. Hazard loves cuddling. I imagine either you're laying on top of him or he's laying on top of you, he loves laying his head on your lap. Or you're sitting in his lap doing something and he has his head resting on your shoulder watching. He's obviously the big spoon. He loves to just engulf you with his big arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, I feel like that's a difficult topic for Hazard. His current life is very wild. He's on missions with the Phreaks, he's leading rebellions, it's not very stable. He still has things he wants to fight for and he doesn't know how long he's going to be doing that. It would take a lot of thinking and conversations. It could honestly be relationship ending.

I also feel like he has some insecurities about having kids. His home life as a child was unstable and neglectful, and his current life isn't sturdy enough to have kids. I do feel like he would be an amazing dad, it would just take a lot of reassurance.

Only when he's content with his work as a Phreak and he's confident in his parenting would he settle down and start a family.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It was absolutely be because of settling down or starting a family. Hazard doesn't know he'll be ready. It would cause the two of you to go your separate ways, if you yourself want to settle down.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hazard is the kinda guy where he feels he doesn't need to marry to be committed to you and spend the rest of his life with you. But if you want to get married? Hell yeah let's get married!!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hes obviously a rowdy, loud, energetic guy. But deep down, he is gentle. Hazard treats you with so much care and genuine feeling. Physically, I think he likes to mess with you. Ties into his physical affection. The two of you probably get into little playful fights or wrestles. He obviously wins everytime. As goofy as he is, he knows when he has to be serious. He's smarter than people give him credit for!

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is THE hugger of the Phreaks. Have y'all seen that comic panel of him lifting Touch-up and hugging her? Yeah so much bear hugs. He loves loves hugs. Likes feeling close to you and holding you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Quite a while I think. Hazard wants to be good friends with you before entering a romantic relationship. It takes a lot of trust and comfort for him to say I love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Omg he can get so jealous. When he gets jealous he gets touchy and tries to get you away from whoever is making him incredibly jealous. You tease him endlessly for it and he gets so red in the face. He even grumbles and pouts a bit. "I'm nae jealous.." but he absolutely is.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh he loves loves kisses. He loves giving kisses and he loves getting kissed. He will hold you down and kiss kiss kiss your face until you're red from laughter. His serious kisses can be very passionate. He cups the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you into him. His other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his body.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

As mentioned before, Hazard is unsure about actually having kids. But he is absolutely great with them. He's always making them laugh and hes very good at keeping them safe. Cause we all know how little kids try to put themselves in harms way constantly. He's like a fun uncle.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I feel like he's really bad at waking up. He's just so groggy and comfortable and he just doesn't want to get up. Its pretty hard to get out of bed if you're lying with him. He's warm and wrapped his arms around you. Doesn't let you go and holds you tight sometimes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I think he's a night owl. He stays up quite a bit. Probably goes to bed at like 11pm-12am. If you go to bed earlier, he'll do whatever he's doing quieter. Once he's ready to sleep he just gets ready and slips into bed beside you and wraps his arms around you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Because I feel like he doesn't enter a romantic relationship before a strong friendship, once the two of you do actually enter a relationship he'll start to open up very quickly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hazard is so so very patient. He has experienced so much unnecessary fighting and violence in his life, never in a million years would he be passing that on to someone who doesn't deserve it. He is willing to sit down and talk with you for hours. The two of you never fight, you just disagree.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh he absolutely remembers everything you tell him. You tell him you want this thing for your birthday and your birthday is in 6 months? You best believe he's remembering you want it. Hazard is such a dedicated and passionate lover.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Hazard's favorite moment is the first kiss. Something he had been anticipating for weeks. He's imagined kissing you so many times. Once you finally do he's just melting into you. He leans into the hand cupping his face and pulls you into him. He has the biggest, silliest, smile after.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hazard knows damn well you can handle yourself. In fact, he is extremely attracted to you when you put someone in their place. Hazard loves someone who is strong and knows what they're doing. He's still protective of you because he cares. He just wants you to be safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Uggghhhhh I think Physical affection and gift giving are his most prominent love languages. He's that type guy that gets you a gift for Christmas two months before and goes "hey do you wanna open it early" he loves seeing your face. Every time he's shopping or browsing there's a section of his mind that's just "oh they would like that" gift giving brain.

He goes all out on anniversaries. His heart is so painfully big.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hazard is very loud, and I feel like that is a bad habit especially when you're trying to sleep.

I also think he has trouble reading the room sometimes. He can get excited and loud and not realize some things.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hazard knows he's fine. He knows he's fit and huge and he can feel your eyes on him. I said this before but he does not wear a shirt for. a. reason. He's going to tease the ever loving crap out of you. He's not afraid to flaunt his looks! A fine man knows when he's fine.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Because Hazard is such a lover, he needs companionship. Friendly, familial, or romantic. He has the Phreaks, but his connection with you is a different kind of feeling. If you were to ever break up, he would want to remain friends and he'd make an effort to keep that. But I feel he genuinely would feel lost for a while if the two of you were to fully go your separate ways.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Face in boobs. Or thighs. Or stomach. As much as he can. Face down.

"Are you comfortable?"

"yes." came a muffled reply

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hazard likes PDA to an extent. He'll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but he feels a little uncomfortable getting too passionate with you in public. He feels more sturdy in the comfort of your own home.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Snores. Loud. And he sleeps starfish. Limbs splayed out. Oh and he moves a lot. Tosses and turns, flops an arm over you before turning back over. (He sleep mumbles too)

Yay!!! I finished it!! I did this one all today and the NSFW yesterday and today. I'm proud of it, but honestly, please let me know if you disagree with any of these headcannons. I do not take offense and love a good discussion.

Felt obliged to make some Sonic ones.

Artwork used is from the Sonic Channel's 2023 wallpaper art

Run - Genji X Reader

In which Genji gives into his dark desires.

tags: NSFW, fem reader? (Genji calls them good girl, pretty girl, etc. but I don't think any pronouns are used idk), knife play, rough! sex, a thing for tears, unprotected sex, filthy, dark, and dirty, "Run, and if I catch you, I fuck you"

A/N: i'm surprised I wrote this as fast as I did, but it combines some of my favorite tropes. It is also a bit darker than some of my previous works, but I do still hope you all enjoy this <3

Genji shouldn’t like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but some dark, depraved part of him adores the way your tears stain your cheeks. You sob so pretty. He’s sure it’d be even prettier if you were sobbing for him. 

“I hate you!” You scream out, the words slicing through the air. You don’t mean them, not even close. Genji doesn’t even flinch at your cruelness. In fact, his mask shifts in a way that almost looks like he smiled. He doesn’t move out of the chair in his room that the two of you are in, but you keep pacing through the room. 

“I know you do,” he says softly. You two had been on a mission together, and you ended up taking the fall for something that was both of your faults. You did it without hesitation, knowing Genji would be kicked out if he fucked up again. And yet, the vicious reprimands from Reyes still stung at your heart. You have always been good, almost perfect, at your job, and it’s something that you take pride in. 

“I told you not to take the fall,” Genji says. You bite out a chuckle, a humorless sound suffocated by tears.

“And what? Let you get kicked out?” You sigh, letting your tears fall again. It shouldn’t sting your pride this much to be yelled at, but it does. 

Genji watches your movements, entranced at your puffy cheeks and red face. You’re a tight ball of sadness and frustration, but your tears look so beautiful. A part of him wants to go to Reyes and break his nose for making you cry, but another part of him wants to bend you over and make you cry for him, the only thing you should cry for. The image in his head is enough to have him hardening in his pants, still in his Blackwatch uniform. He wonders if other parts of your body look this pretty when they’re red. 

A tinge of guilt radiates through his body. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but you seem to take over him. Since the accident, he has had hardly any desire for anybody, but you’re different. Sick thoughts, ones of making you breathless and begging, take over his mind. He wonders if you’d like it rough or if you’d like it soft and gentle, like a lover. He could do both, be both, if that’s what you wanted. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter when you notice his dark eyes tracing your body. It’s a look you can’t quite decode, and that drives you insane.

“Why not?” Genji’s voice is soft and breathy, and it sends chills along your skin. His eyes slowly drag back to your face, and the look in his eyes makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. It’s dark, twisted, hungry. 

“I don’t know what it means,” you breathe out softly. Genji takes in a sharp breath as your eyes meet his. Yours are still glossy from tears and the sight goes straight to his cock. Maybe it’s best that you don’t know what it means. Maybe it’s best you don’t know he’s thinking about how pretty you would look crying while you come around his cock. He should be more ashamed that he’s getting hard by your sobs, but he isn’t.

“You don’t want to know what it means,” he says. He’s teetering on the edge of pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. You face him and square your shoulders, eyes narrowing. 

“I think I do,” you say. He’s always been alluring to you, but nothing that you would act on. He seems tortured, like he needs to be the one to make the first move. You spent countless nights hoping he would do just that, but never had your wishes fulfilled. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of him wanting you. Is that what that look is? “I’m having…twisted thoughts about you,” he says his words carefully, his dark eyes scanning your entire face for your reaction. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. Twisted?

“Twisted how?” You ask, taking a step forward.

Genji’s resolve snaps when he sees you step toward him instead of away when he says he’s having thoughts. He stands quickly and closes the distance between the two of you. You don’t back away, and that has his skin burning. He needs to touch you. 

“I want to fuck more tears out of you,” Genji says as he stands over you. He’s not incredibly tall, but his presence fills the entire room, leaving it thick with tension and desire. You look at him, feeling heat spread across your body under his gaze.

You smile. 

You fucking smile. The motion has Genji hardening even more. His pretty little thing likes it rough, hm? Oh, he’ll show you rough.

“Tell me to stop, and it ends,” he says, before he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your neck. You shake your head. You’re not stopping him.

“Ten seconds, pretty girl. You get ten seconds. Run, and if I catch you, I’ll fuck you so hard that all those tears will be mine,” he says against your skin. 

“You-” You start, but your words get caught in your throat. Genji gives you just enough time to say no, and you couldn’t even dream of that. You want this, him, badly. 

“Ten.”

He’s serious. Any questions you had in the back of your mind are lost and you turn to the door. You sprint out of it, leaving it swinging behind you. You hear him chuckle softly as he continues counting down. Your heart beats hard as you run through the base’s hallways, but the heat spreading to your core makes it hard to focus. It’s late enough that the hallways are completely empty. You distantly hear his countdown get closer to zero, and you scramble for ideas. You can’t outrun him. He’s faster and stronger, but maybe you could hide. You dart past a few more doors before you reach your room and sneak in, forgetting to close the door behind you. He reached zero a few seconds ago and you can hear his footsteps approaching. He usually moves in silence, so you know he wants you to hear each step he makes. You duck into your closet, closing the door behind you. Surely he won’t find you, right? Though, do you really want him to not find you? The footsteps get closer, and you take a sharp intake and watch through the barely there crack in your closet doors. Genji stands in your bedroom doorway, shaking his head. 

“Oh, pretty little thing, don’t you know to cover your tracks?” He says softly, stepping into the room and pulling the door shut behind himself. He clicks the lock on it, and you hold your breath as he starts to pace the room. He checks the bathroom first, then around the room, until he looks at the closet. Your heart stops as you swear the two of you make eye contact through the crack in the door. He steps towards you, yanking the closet door open. His head tilts as he sees you, and you take your lip in between your teeth. 

“Gotcha,” he says, and you have a feeling he’s smiling under the mask. He reaches out to you, taking a handful of your hair and pulling you out of the closet. His grip is tight, and the slight pain only builds the heat in you. You whimper in his hold, letting him stare down at you. 

He uses his other hand to pull the mask down, then uses his tight grip in your hair to push you closer to him. There’s a moment of hesitation, where he loosens his grip enough to let you push him away. You don’t, instead closing the distance and pressing your lips against his. His kiss is hungry, desperate, feral, and you devour it. He pulls on your hair enough to cause you to let out a soft gasp, which he uses to his advantage to gain access to your mouth. His tongue takes over yours, like a man starved. You whimper against the kiss, his roughness only making you wetter. 

Genji pulls away, his grip gone from your hair. You whine at the lack of any sort of contact, but your eyes widen when he unsheathes one of his blades. It’s a shorter one, nowhere near as long as his sword, but it’s still a blade. There’s a wicked glimmer in his eyes and he looks into yours, an eyebrow raised, as he throws the knife. The blade plants deeply into the hardwood, the handle out. You watch in confusion as Genji sits in your armchair, just a few inches from where he planted the blade. It sticks out in between his feet, and you frown. What is he doing?

“Ride it,” he says, leaning back in the chair. Your mouth hangs open. He wants you to… “Ride my blade,  pretty girl.”

There’s a challenge in his tone, his dark eyes watching you. Heat rises through your body at the thought of him watching you ride one of his knives, and your sex riddled brain makes the decision. You pull your pants down slowly, your wet underwear sticking to your core for a brief second. Genji’s eyes narrow in on that, and you can’t help the smile as he watches you. If he’s going to tease you, you’re going to do it right back. You drop to your knees by the blade, leaning down and taking as much of the handle in your mouth as you can. Genji groans at the sight, but doesn’t intervene. You continue to wet the handle with your saliva, running your tongue up and down the base. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and he has to shift in his chair. He could touch himself now, but he’s holding back. 

Once the handle is wet enough, you rise and position your hips over it. You sink down onto it slowly, whining as the hard material stretches you. It’s only a few inches, but it’s thick and sturdy, and you need any sort of touch right now. Genji watches you with intent, his eyes on where you and his blade are connected. You take all of it in and sigh, letting yourself adjust to the size. 

Your shirt hangs low on you, and as you start to move up and down the blade, it falls in front of you. Genji growls, upset that his view is being blocked, and another one of his blades is quickly unsheathed. He moves with expert grace and precision, slicing through the material. The shreds of your shirt drop to the ground around you, your bra also in shambles. You shudder as he presses the blade against your throat, using it to tilt your head up. You swallow, feeling the blade against your skin. You’re not in any true danger with him. He’s an expert with blades, and you know you won’t be cut unless it’s intentional. 

“Look at me while you read my blade, baby,” he says. You nod, not trusting yourself to form words, and he lets the blade fall away. You’re close enough to touch him, so you brace yourself on his thighs as you start to move up and down on the handle of his knife. You whimper softly as you take it all over and over again, your nails digging into his thighs. It stretches you so nicely, and the fact that it’s a knife, his knife, makes you even wetter. This is a blade he has taken on more missions than you can count, and here you are riding it while he watches. 

“Does it feel good?” Genji asks above you. 

“So…good,” you say. He reaches to your chest, grabbing your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. A sharp whine sounds from your throat when he pinches both of them, and you clench around the blade. 

“Genji, please,” you mutter. You need more. 

“Please what?” Genji says, pinching so hard that it starts to hurt. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a delicious building heat. You’re so close, but you need more. 

“More…” you shudder out, your orgasm building as you continue to ride the blade. “Please. More. I need-”

Your voice catches in your throat when he leans forward and reaches in between you. His metal fingers graze your clit softly, and you buck your hips toward his hand. A light burns in his dark eyes. He pushes into your clit harder, rubbing circles into it. The motion, the blade, all of it has you falling apart. Your head falls into his lap, but his other hand balls your hair into his fist and pulls you back up. 

“You’re going to look at me while you come on my blade,” he commands. His dark eyes are full of hunger and it sends chills down your spine. You start to snap something back, but he pushes down on your clit. The sensations overcome you and you scream out his name as your orgasm rocks through you. Your head starts to sway from the strength of it, your eyes seeing stars, and Genji lets you rest your head in his lap to regain yourself for a few seconds. 

“Can’t wait to kill somebody with that blade knowing what you did to it,” he says, softly petting your hair. You clench around it. Perhaps it’s sick, dark, twisted, to be so attracted to the thought of him using the blade that’s currently several inches deep into you to kill somebody. If it is, then you are sick as well. 

“You’re going to use this blade after this?” You find yourself asking. 

“Of course. It’s my favorite blade now,” Genji says. He lifts your head up softly, cupping your cheeks. “Can you go for another one?”

It’s a stark contrast to the depraved roughness, but you nod. You want more, need more. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, his thumb running along your cheek. He helps you off the knife and stand up, even if it’s only briefly, before he pushes you down onto your bed. You land softly, and he’s on top of you quickly. He brings his lips to yours, peppering a soft kiss on them. He pulls back and you whimper at the loss of contact. 

“That desperate, hm?” He smiles as he stands. He pulls his sheathes off, letting all of his gear drop to the floor around him. 

“Don’t tease me,” you beg. Genji just smirks at you. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His lithe frame is intoxicating, his lean muscles flexing as he moves. You could watch it for hours, but you know Genji has other plans for you. 

He hooks his fingers into his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s certainly bigger than the handle of the blade, and flesh. Your core clenches at the sight, and he lets you look your fill.

“Nobody has looked at me like that since the accident,” Genji says softly, a laugh sounding through the air.

“You’re beautiful,” you say, and you hope it sounds as genuine as it is. “Truly.”

“Ah, don’t stroke my ego,” Genji says as he leans back over you. You start to say something back, but his lips connect with one of your nipples and it has you gasping. He chuckles against your skin, pressing his tongue against your nipple. You moan out his name, but it’s more of a  plea than anything else. You need him. 

“You sound so pretty,” he says. 

“Please, Genji, don’t tease me,” you whisper out in between soft breaths. He shakes his head, his dark hair tickling your chest. 

“I’ll do as I please, baby,” he looks up at you, keeping his eyes on yours as he takes your other nipple into his mouth. He takes it in between his teeth and the ragged feeling has your back arching into him. He reaches down in between the two of you, and you gasp as he drags his fingers along your core. The touch is gone as soon as it was there, and you squirm under him at the loss of contact. He brings his fingers up to his mouth,  dipping them behind his lips and sucking you off of them. 

“Fucking incredible,” he says. You hold his dark gaze, and you know you look pathetic.

“I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper out. Genji snarls, actually snarls, and pulls away from you. He’s back on you almost immediately, lining himself up at your entrance. He sinks into you slowly, the room filling with soft moans from both of you. His hands grip your hips tightly, tight enough that it hurts, but your brain is too focused on the feelings he’s giving you now. Hell, you like the pain. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he pushes further in. He stretches you so perfectly, the sting melding with the pleasure. He barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s pulling back and thrusting back in. You scream out, your hand balling up the blanket under you. 

“You look so good like this. At my fucking mercy, pretty girl.” His vulgar words mixed with the praise has you clenching around him, which makes a sick smile appear on his features. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it. His metal hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles in it, rougher as he thrusts in. Your back arches into him at the combined sensations, and he uses the opportunity to press a soft kiss against your throat. You fall back, heat starting to build in your stomach. 

“Genji,” you say softly.

“I know, baby,” is all he replies. He keeps working you with both his cock and his hand, until you’re whimpering and falling apart under his touch. Your orgasm rattles over with you a force unmatched by anything you’ve experienced before. Your vision dots with black as you scream out his name. He continues thrusting into you, continues rubbing on your clit, continues his harsh grip on your hip. The overstimulation makes your body shake, and tears start to prick your eyes. One of them falls down your cheek and you go to wipe it away, but Genji’s hand catches your wrist.

“Let me see those tears, pretty girl,” he says. You nod, and he releases your wrist. Your hands somehow find their way to his back, and you dig your nails in hard as he continues to overstimulate you. You know your nails are probably hurting him, but he doesn’t say anything. Tears pour out of your eyes now, tracing the lines they made earlier. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Genji mutters, his voice raspy. You look past your teary eyes to see him, his dark hair falling over his face. You reach to him, cupping his face and running your finger along one of the bigger scars. The gesture is tender, and it catches him off guard, but he loves the way you look at him. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and you can tell he’s getting close. Another tear falls out of your eye as your body reaches another climax. It rocks through you and has you clenching down on his cock, which is enough to send him over the edge. You keep clenching around him as he goes through his orgasm, his head falling to the crook of your neck. 

It takes the both of you a bit to calm down enough to move. He moves first, pulling away enough to kiss the tears along your skin. You smile softly at him. He’s the perfect mix of dark, twisted desires and soft, gentle love. He eventually helps you get cleaned up and gets you some water to drink before pulling you into bed with him. He cradles you so gently, his hand running along your hair as you rest your head against his chest. Your hand traces connection between metal and skin, sleep starting to take over. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say softly. Your voice sounds groggy with sleep.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he replies. You nod, moving just enough to press your lips to the place where metal and flesh melds on his chest. He tenses, but when your soft lips press a part of him that he’s hated, he finds himself wishing your lips would touch it more often. Perhaps you’re healing him, healing his wounds.

requests are open, ask box!

genji kneeling in front of you so you can remove his mask and see him. he’s so vulnerable with you and is literally putting everything he has in ur hands <33

after the accident genji had shut everyone and everything out. he didn’t want to be seen, ashamed. he didn’t want friend, let alone a lover. but then you waltzed into his life. and suddenly he was more careful on missions. he actually feared dying, feared being taken away from you. who would be there to save you if you couldn’t hold your own ground?

he loves you with everything he has left of him. he never thought someone could love him for what he had become. never imagined someone as sweet, soft as you. would love and cherish someone like him. someone with blood on their hands.

he’d kill for you, he’d die for you. anything, for you.

omg he’s so <333. i <3 genji w everything i have.

‘But what is grief, if not love persevering?’

WandaVision, 2021

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Originally created for @ss-shitstorm’s Fortuna Primigenia

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Find the Word/Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by @morganlefaye79! Thanks so much! :)

I've done one of these before with a different set of words, but got a fresh batch and it's a fun easy way to showcase writing.

My words were: refuse, deep, kiss and beach.

Refuse

V hesitated. “And if I refuse?” Jenkins tilted his head at the hint of insubordination. “This isn’t a request V. And take this.” He pulled a stack of paper eddies out of another case and set it on the table. “Use this money only, find the right people for the job - no corporate affiliation. And for the core task use someone you know. Inside and out. Are we clear?” “Crystal.” She reached down and pocketed the stack of eddies.“In that case, I’ll await your report. My AV is waiting outside, it’s yours to use. Don’t disappoint me.” V turned and quickly left the office. Jenkins started another holo call as she passed through the doors. She almost ran down the hallway. Fingers shaking, her heart was going to explode out of her chest, and everything around her was moving too slow. She wrenched her desk drawer open and relief washed over her as she took a hit of the neuro stim. She eased herself down into her chair and leaned her head back at the ceiling, with the neuro stim she could finally think clearly.

Deep

She turned around. The man was taller than Jackie by a few inches. His shaved scalp and last-gen military grade cybernetic eye cut an intimidating figure. V guessed he was probably a detective but, with the faux fur lined coat and the one earring, she couldn’t make up her mind if he resembled a pimp or a pirate more. He was tan and broad shouldered, muscles hidden underneath his coat. V noticed the cybernetic hand and decided on pirate. Toss in a hat and a hook. She might consider him decent looking if he didn’t have such a deep scowl marring his features. V blinked, that hit to the head was talking awfully loud.

Kiss

Warm lips caught River by the corner of his mouth, spanning the scant space in between them. He angled his head toward her to correct course and meet her fully. Tentative. Questioning. V leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to cup his jaw, asking for more. Slender fingers traced heavy down his neck, stumbling over the sleeves of his coat on their journey. Cool glossy fingertips tempered his heated skin, running over his chest and along the muscles of his arms. Breath mingled as River bent forward and kissed V back, sharp edges yielding to softness. Too close, too far. It wasn’t enough. River looped one of his massive arms around V’s waist, coat and all, to draw her closer.

Beach

River unlocked the door to his apartment and leaned heavily against the doorframe once inside. He stared blankly out the tiny sliver of a window he had, a small glimpse of the ocean in the distance. River wouldn’t call it beach front property, but it was a damn sight nicer than some of the other places he’d lived. He heaved a sigh. There were no cockroaches waiting for him at the door. Shucking off his boots, he hung up his coat and secured his revolver, before making his way to the shower. The hot water did okay at washing away his afternoon but did little to erase the events of the past week. He ran his hands over his face, deciding the stubble was a problem for tomorrow. Toweling off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he fell face first into his mattress like a sack of bricks.

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Your words should you choose to accept your mission: soft, neon, blood, & haze.