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~*Grimmjow Smut*~

“One bed trope” & Rutting/breeding

The Quincy war had ended. Soul society had began rebuilding from the ruins, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Buildings had been rebuilt, the 13 divisions coming together in unity after the destruction and loss you all endured. The new head captain, previous captain of the 8th, Shunsui Kyoraku, had led the shinigami into the new world created. Along with the new found peace, soul society had gained some new recruits. One of them being the former Espada, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

A brutally gruff man with a lethally short temper and a thirst for battle that rivalled that of Captain Kenpachi. After his efforts in support of the war and the glowing recommendations given by war hero Kisuke Urahara, he had been granted a place in the goeti 13 court guards.

Unfortunately, due to your inability to say no and your constant need to appease your superiors, you had been landed with the gruelling task of "teaching Grimmjow the ropes" so to speak. The arrancar had seemed just as disappointed by this match up as you were. Arms permanently crossed over his muscular chest, he had spent the majority of the past three days of your journey glaring at you. Which was preferable to the snide comments and rumbling growls he otherwise offered you.

You couldn't wait to make it back to the Seireitei, the last leg of your journey should have you arriving back by late morning tomorrow. You would suggest walking through the night to end the painful silence sooner, if not for the angry black clouds rolling closer at a rapid pace. The temperature had lowered considerably, your brisk walking thankfully warming you sufficiently. You pulled the map from your sash, eye brows furrowed as you came to a stop and tried to figure out how far away you were from the inn you had reserved for the night.

"how much longer?" your unwilling companion grumbled from behind you. Fighting the urge to throw the map at his head, you concentrated on the markings.. it's going to be at least another three hours of Mr. Sunshine's radiant personality.

"Are you deaf, woman?! " Grimmjow growled, testing your patience "How much longer? It's going to rain soon"

Folding the map back up, you took your time placing it securely in your sash as the winds picked up around you. The fact that you were waiting until you were finished before addressing the crude brute, was less about the efficiency of securing your map and more because you enjoyed making him wait. "About three hours Grimmjow. Four if you keep wasting time bitching"

"I ain't bitching! It's gunna rain! " he roared at your retreating back, you started back on your journey, not waiting to see if he would follow

"aww, is the kitty scared of a little rain?" You unkindly teased over your shoulder. You heard the rumble deep in his chest, clearly about ready to snap

"I ain't scared of nothing!" such eloquent grammar the Espada exhibited. "Damn bitch, can't you feel the storm coming? Fucking weak shiningami"

"Listen, Grimmjow, the longer you stand there arguing with me, the longer we'll be stuck in the storm you're so desperately trying to avoid " you turn to face him, started a little by how he looked. He looked frenzied. Blue hair sticking out as though he had been running his fingers through it. His skin looked clammy and flushed, face had a dull pink tinge, unlike the brilliant red you had witnessed during a screaming rampage. His arms tensed at his sides, bulging biceps trembling minutely as his fists opened and closed in tight fists.

His eyes looked wild. The brilliant blue seemed faded with an animalistic sheen. Blown pupils darted around erratically, avoiding looking straight at you. He must really hate getting wet. The fight left you at the sight of him. Sighing, you offer an alternative, as much as he was getting on your last neves, it really wasn't in you to be intentionally cruel, "there's a trapper shack about fifteen minutes up the side road. It won't be as nice as the inn, but providing there's no one there we should be able to survive one night"

He clenched his jaw, offering you a tight nod. Taking the hint, you resumed your leading, teetering off the main road to follow the dusty beaten path.

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"you've got to be kidding me"

You weren't some materialistic princess, you could slum it with the best of them. Getting your hands dirty had never phased you. The state of the shack, however, was pushing it. The howling wind ripped through the barely held together shack, forcing its way through the rotting wooden slats. Every inch of the place was covered in a sheet of dust, the muddy floor held long forgotten footprints of past hunters. A sooty fire pit sat in the middle of the room, jagged rocks forming a wobbly circle, small hole in ten roof above to allow ventilation for the smoke.

There was a helpful pile of dried logs near the beaten door, clawing onto its hinges desperately. The one saving grace, as it had been pelting down with heavy rain the past ten minutes, the chance of you finding any dry wood outside was slim to absolutely fucking impossible. What made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach, however, was the single bed pushed into the corner of the room. Thin blanket messily thrown over the questionably stained mattress, two pillows long since lost their plump plush. Two Tatami mats pushed against the opposite wall, probably stoping the wall from tumbling over.

"move" Grimmjow pushed his way into the shack, nudging your shoulder harshly. Shaking him self, not dissimilar to the way a dog would rid its fur of water. Grimmjow looked around the room, Unphased by the grimy appearance. He scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes. "Not up to your standards princess? " he sneered in your direction, foot kicking the rocks around the fire pit. "Afraid you'll break a nail?"

You roll your eyes, refusing to engage in his snappy remarks. Closing the door behind you, silently pleading with it to stay standing at least til morning, you reached down to grab a couple of different sized logs. Stacking them near the fire pit, you pulled off your backpack, digging through your preserves to find your flint and steel and a pouch of dry kindling.

Kneeling onto the cold ground, you arranged the kindling into a loose pile, striking the flint and steel sending sparks into the bundle. When glowing embers caught, you lifted the pile to your mouth, blowing steadily until a small flame licked to life. Satisfied you began placing twigs into a teepee, watching as they caught light. Silently to built up the pile until a controlled fire crackled in the middle of the room, giving off its roaring heat.

Grimmjow had leaned himself against the wall, arms folded over his chest. Legs crossed at the ankles, he had been staring at you, watching as you created fire.

"No thanks Grimmjow, I don't need any help. Thanks for asking" You sarcastically remark. The answering scoff you received at least let you know sarcasm was something even hollows understood. Too tired to cook yourself a meal, you pulled out some jerky and a pre-made rice ball for your dinner. Grimmjow didn't need anything to eat. While, you discovered, he could eat human food, he could also be satisfied by chomping down on smaller hollows.

That was a sight you wouldn't forget in a hurry. The animalistic way he leaped at the hollows you had encountered earlier in the day. Sharp teeth ripping into the flesh of the howling beasts with a sadistic grin on his face. Grimmjow swallowing those mouthful's of hollow flesh was something else entirely.

Banning the memory from your mind so not to completely ruin your appetite, you moved to sit on the bed, trying not to think about what that stain was. Grimmjow hadn't moved from his space as far away from you as the cabin allowed. Mindlessly chewing at your food, your eyes started to wander. His fingers had gripped into his biceps, the indents pushed into the flesh looked painful. He kept shifting his weight between his feet, crossing and uncrossing his ankles.

Your chewing slowed as you regarded him. You were in from the rain, drying nicely from the heat provided by the fire. So why did he look just about ready to claw his own skin off? Perhaps he was dreading the sleeping arrangements as much as you were

"so" you started the awkward conversation after swallowing the last of your light meal. He tilted his chin into your general direction at your conversation starter "how are we doing this?"

He jerked his head fully to you then, eyes widened "we ain't doing anything" his husky voice rumbled. It was your turn to tilt you head, this time in confusion

"sleeping arrangements? There's only one bed" you emphasised the point by tapping the bed below you. You see the realisation dawn on his face before pushing it away with a sneer. You couldn't fathom what he could've been so worried about

"pfft, you take it, don't wanna hear your bitching all night if you had to sleep on the floor." Grimmjow moved to the tatami mats leaning against the wall, throwing them unceremoniously to the ground with a thud. You were pleased to see they weren't hiding a gaping hole in the wall. Grimmjow fell backwards onto the mat, crossing his arms under his head and stared at the wooden roof.

Not letting the comment slide, you picked up one sorry excuse for a pillow, throwing it harder than necessary to flop anticlimactically on Grimmjow's stomach. You received a growl for your efforts. Throwing a couple more robust logs on the fire to ensue heat for hopefully the whole night, you felt confident to change into your sleeping gown and not freeze to death. While it showed more skin than your regulation issued shinigami uniform and as much as you didn't relish in the thought of rolling about on that dirty mattress all night with more on show, you hated the confines of clothing while you slept. You would just have to scrub extra hard in your bath the next day.

Locating your gown in your backpack, you climbed under the covers to change, folding up your uniform neatly and laying it atop your bag. Though it would've been easier staying dry in a shower, you snuggled under the blanket trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. The raging storm outside helped ease you into blissful unconsciousness, hoping that by morning the storm would've passed along with Grimmjows pissy mood

You wouldn't hold your breath though

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When your eyes snapped open way too soon for it yet to be morning, you had first assumed it was the storm still raging outside that had woken you up. You remained staring at the wall, not wanting to risk waking Grimmjow, less you wanted to deal with his moody ass at being woken. The fire was still breathing, judging by the heat at your back. You listened to the usual sounds of the storm, rumbling thunder in the distance, they ruthlessly pelting rain hitting the roof, howling wind whipping through the trees. Yet sleep avoided you.

That's when you heard the shuffle of clothes rubbing together and a throaty grunt. You roll your eyes, of course the bastard moved around in his sleep. You tried to force yourself back to sleep, but the noises never stopped. You could hear his knuckles crack as they gripped the side of the tatami mat, puff of air escaping the spongy padding.

He squirmed around noisily, small grunts and husky grumbles accompanying his heavy breathing. You sigh loudly, the room stilling. A pregnant pause followed. Pleased with the silence you closed your eyes again, trying to drift off.

A chesty rumble and a thump that sounded suspiciously like a fist hitting the mat had you flipping over, leaning up on your elbow to glare at the Espada "Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing". He tightly snapped at you, lacking the usual hostility. He stared at the roof, refusing to look at you "go back to fucking sleep"

"I can't, with all your moving around and grunting." You try not to sound condescending, but really, who could sleep through all that racket. "What's the problem? Are you cold or something? I could put another log on the fire..?"

"Its rutting season" he growled out deeply, voice so thick and sticky he almost choked on the words... Rutting season? Oh. Oh That'll explain the frenzied look he sported earlier. You were at a loss of what to say, what could you say? Shinigami didn't go through anything so animalistic

"can't you just..? Ignore it?" You ask, ignorance showing

"The fuck do you think I'm doing?" He snapped at you, patience clearly wearing thin

"making a fucking racket" you grumble back "can't you.. step outside.. take care of it?"

He snorted at your suggestion, legs moving around on the mat "damn shinigami, don't know nothing."

"we don't have rutting seasons" you reminded him softly

"It don't fucking work like that. Hands don't work. I gotta knot in a pussy" the crass wording had you sucking in a sharp breath. Not quite the civilised conversation you were anticipating, yet the next words sent a rush of heat rushing through you hotter than the fire itself "so unless your offering, shut the fuck up an go back to sleep"

Offering? To have sex with him? What an absurd notion. And yet... Grimmjow was good looking.. in a demented "I'll murder you and everyone you love" kinda way. Tall and with enough rippling muscles for three men. A cocky grin with surprisingly intriguingly sharp canines. While usually spitting insults, his voice was deep and sultry. And his hair, such an unusual colour, yet it fit him so perfectly.

It had been a while since you had indulged in that cardinal desire, your throbbing cunt attested to that. You could help him out.. if only to finally get some peace and quiet enough to go back to sleep.

"Alright, I'll help you" your voice sounded strained to your own ears. Grimmjow sat up suddenly at your words, staring at you as though you sprouted another head

"the fuck you just say?" Utter bewilderment filled his voice, lilt of eagerness filtering through

"I said, alright"it pained you to admit it, twice. "I won't be able to get any damn sleep until you stop moving around"

Grimmjow pounced across the room, literally leaping through the air and landing easily on your bed. Feverish hands ripped off your blanket, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you at his eager haste. Rough large hands ripped your gown from your body, jagged line separating the cloth covering your body. You glared at him, for ruining your favourite sleeping gown. He payed not attention, throwing the scraps of ruined material over the side of the bed.

He had a crazed look in his eyes, taken over with the animalistic urge to mate. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as he removed his own top, you noticed how he didn't rip his clothing. Surging forward Grimmjow buried his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent filled his nostrils, eliciting a rumbling deep from his chest. You cry out as he bit down brutally, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh where neck joins shoulder.

His hips bucked against your covered core at the tang of blood seeping through to his tongue, deep rumbling escaping around the mouthful of neck he had in his mouth, reminding you of the purr of a cat. A big fucking cat. Mercifully releasing you, he swiped a strong, hot lick against the wound, cleaning up the drops of blood pulled out. Seemingly finished marking you, Grimmjow pushed away his pants, large cock bobbing heavily between you. Your eyes went wide at the sight, throat drying painfully.

He was huge. While similar to that of humans, it was bigger than any you had previously seen, by quite a few generous inches. And thick, you wouldn't be able to close your hand around the veiny girth to touch your fingertips. You couldn't tell if the weight appearing in your lower stomach was from dread or lustful excitement at the knowledge it would soon be inside you.

Ignoring your inner turmoil, Grimmjow ripped your panties off you next, throwing the scrap of material to join the rest. Angry retort died on your lips as he surged forward, attempting to thrust into you

"wait!" You nearly scream, holding him back by planting your hands firmly on his chest, twisting your leg to cover your opening. He gave you a warning growl, hand gripping your thigh roughly to move it back from denying him access, crazed instincts telling him to mount. The punch to the jaw you delivered brought him back to his senses some what

"what?" He asked through clenched teeth, finally making eye contact

"you can't just force it in" you said pointedly, glancing down at the angry purpling head of his dick. He gave you a questioning look, head tilted to the side in a feline manor. "You got to get me wet first"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, crawling down your body he crouched down to be eye level with your core, before spitting loudly straight onto your cunt. You felt the hot liquid hit you, and recoiled at the grotesque action. Your mind almost short circuited when he tried again to mount you. You planted a foot on his chest this time, pushing him back.

"fucking now what?!" he almost roared at you, getting frustrated at being denied what had already been offered.

"not like that ,you brute!"

"fucking woman! You said wet, that's wet!" He let out his frustration by pushing against your leg planted on his chest

"We aren't naturally wet inside, Grimmjow. We need to be stimulated by foreplay,". You spoke to him slowly, like teaching a child "you need to use your fingers or tongue to stretch me, your dick will rip me otherwise " you begrudgingly add, he definitely didn't need the ego boost of knowing he was very well endowed. He caught the meaning anyway, cocky smirk making a reappearance on his face. "Try and make me actually want to fuck you, for fucks sake" you add exasperated, flopping back onto the pillow.

This time you allowed him to remove your foot from his chest, letting it fall to the side, opening up your thighs. His wet, warm tongue suddenly tasted you in a steady lick up the slit of your cunt. You sigh, letting your eyes close to savour the feelings, letting yourself relax enough to enjoy it. He repeated the action, delving in between your folds a little more with every lick.

Grimmjow let his mouth salivate at the new taste, his animalistic side relishing in the musky taste of a mate. Letting his spit slide down onto his tongue to leave on your silky hot folds. A breathy moan escapes you, shooting straight to Grimmjows throbbing, neglected cock. He gave an answering growl, plunging his tongue deep into your depths, patience slowly but surly hitting their limits.

He needed to start rutting, and soon. Your own natural lubricant began coating his tongue, setting his tastebuds alight with the heady taste. Pushing his face in deeper, chasing the slightly salty tang, his nose brushed against something that made you jerk below him with a loud moan. He pulled out of you, lower face dampened by his sloppy work, in search for what made you call out.

At the top of your dusky pink cunt was a small protruding bump, inquisitively, he brushed his finger against it. Another moan ripped from you, back arching from the bed, thrusting your hips up encouragingly. Grimmjow rubbed against it again, getting the same reaction.

Not letting up on his thumb pressing against the little button that had you bucking like a bitch in heat, Grimmjow shoved two fingers inside you roughly. He could feel your tight inner walls sucking around his fingers, clenching them tightly. Thrusting them in and out quickly, gaining hardly any give in your vice like grip, Grimmjow sped up his movements, practically punching his knuckles either side of his submerged digits into the soft flesh on your pussy.

You writhed beneath him, pleasure outshining the pain he inflicted on your sensitive mound. A steady stream of appreciative moans left your lips, turning into keening groans as he added another finger, stretching you out in preparation for his even larger phallic. Lost in a sea of contradictory feelings, you didn't feel your orgasm approaching until it crashed over you, pulling you deeper into a spiral of blind bliss.

Grimmjow felt the sudden gush of liquid on his fingers, getting pushed out messily by his thrusting fingers. First he sneered, assuming you had disgustingly wet yourself, pissing all over his hand. Until his sensitive nose picked up the scent, the same heady musk he had tasted from within you. Mouth watering, wanting to taste the tangy substance once more, Grimmjow removed his soaked fingers, going straight to the source to drink down the glistening wetness.

Lust filled fog lifted slowly from your mind, feeling Grimmjow greedily lap at your spasming Cunt, you tried to push his head away. Grimmjow possessively growled into you, gripping your thighs to stop you denying him his reward.

"Grimmjow" you called to him to no prevail, he ignored your voice, lapping at you hungrily. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply. Like a cornered beast he pinned you to the bed by your wrists, staring challengingly into your eyes with a predatory look. His mouth was wet with your arousal, you could smell your scent on his chin as he tumbled above you in warning.

"Grimmjow," you tried again, submissively lowering your tone, whispering meekly. "You need to leave it wet, so you don't hurt me with your cock"

The mention of his cock seemed to remind him of the aching member hanging heavily between you. Releasing you with a huff, Grimmjow fisted himself, groaning at the full tug he gave himself. Lining up with your centre, he pushed in swiftly, burying himself as deep as he could go, stopping only when the engorged head of his dick bumped against your cervix. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, painfully stretching you beyond your limits. Your inner walls protested at the too big invasion, squeezing painfully around it.

Tears stung your eyes, mouth gasping to pull air into your lungs. It was too big, too much to handle. Grimmjow didn't allow you any time to adjust to the size, rutting his hips into you feverishly, cardinal desire to breed consuming his mind. You felt the burn as his rigid cock dragged against your walls, pushing against them unbending. Small sparks of pleasure tried to push through the overwhelming stretch, Grimmjow hitting every sweet spot mercilessly with each frenzied thrust. You concluded he was too big, too thick to miss, accuracy wouldn't be needed.

Grimmjows chest rumbled with a constant primal gravel. Pupils blown wide, the Panthera focused his gaze on the vivid bite mark on your neck. Powerful hips thrusted into you cruelly, chasing after his cardinal need to procreate. Dipping his head, Grimmjows lips found the swell of your breast, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth to clamp his teeth into. The cry you gave only spurred him on to leave his mark. The jagged tenth of his broken hollow mask scraped against your nipple, spike of pleasure burst through the pain.

At your whimper Grimmjow released you, deranged look in his eyes. You flinched when he lowered himself to your face, tilting your head to the side as a strained moan ripped from your throat. Half expecting another bite, your eyes closed, bracing for the new flash of pain. Instead of the sharp bite, you felt his tongue drag slowly up your cheek. The saltiness from your sweat flavoured your skin, Grimmjow hungrily sought out the delicacy, licking at your face protectively.

Rutting instincts being satisfied, the demented haze lessened enough for Grimmjow to filter through is own thoughts and wants. Seeing you panting beneath him, squirming in pleasure, face screwed up in painful bliss was a beautiful sight. But it wasn't what he wanted, what the alpha demanded of his willing mate.

The rough withdrawal of his dick had you gasping at the reprieve, legs fell flat to the bed heavily,muscles twitching in protest. The gap in the brutal penetration was short lived, however, when Grimmjow used his superior strength to throw you to your stomach. Equilibrium fighting to right itself, two large hands gripped painfully into your hips, forcibly dragging you to your knees. Round ass held in the air, glistening cunt on full display for his viewing pleasure.

The Espada slid his hand up the length of your back, cupping the back of your neck to push your face into the mattress. Pushing your hair away from the most delicate part of your neck, portraying the Vulnerable submission the alpha so desperately seeked. He thrusted his dick back into your dripping heat, claiming his mate.

Your back arched at the reappearance of his cock stretching you sinfully. Groaning with the wet slapping of skin meeting skin. Fingers dug into the fleshy part of your ass, kneeling the swell in his palms. Grimmjow had his eyes fixated on the way your ass rippled with every thrust, his cock disappearing into your hot, tight hole. Your wetness spraying out with every plunge, wetting his lower stomach and thighs.

The smell was intoxicating, addicting. Breathing deep he could almost taste the musky aroma, eliciting a feline hiss. His hands spread your ass cheeks revealing your puckered hole. Spitting loudly he watched as his saliva trickled down the valley between your cheeks, sliding over that hidden hole. Using a finger to gather the moisture, not wanting you to bitch at him again, the arrancar pushed his way through the tight ring of muscles.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, spent body easily accepting the new addition as you laid heavily into the mattress. His brutal thrusts hadn't let up through his curious exploration, steadily pushing you further towards the most natural of highs. Grimmjows chest swelled with pride of having calmed both of your holes, muscles squeezing devilishly tight.

The heat encasing his cock was driving him wild, with feral intensity, the instincts to breed filled him. Slipping from your ass, he gripped your hips bruisingly, snapping you back onto his rutting cock brutally. The pleasure filled scream you have had his balls tightening. He could feel the knot forming in the middle of his dick, getting caressed by the tight velvety walls with each drag of his impressive length

"m'gunna fill you full of pups" he growled out, panting harshly "gunna fill your cunt with my seed"

You scream out in pleasure, the knot forming inside you pushing against your already straining walls, rubbing roughly against your pleasure spot hidden away in your depths. "Your mine" the growled word's emphasised with increasingly powerful thrusts. A hand left your hip, wrapping it around your throat to pull you back into a painful bend. "My mate"

Sharp teeth sunk into the back of your neck, latching on viciously. Hot pants forced through his teeth, heating up the bruising skin trapped in their hold. A bright light burst from behind your eyes as you descended into euphoric darkness. Violent tremors raked through your body as you convulsed around the dick forcing you into the most powerful orgasm you had ever endured. The strong hold on your neck the only thing keeping you from spiralling into the darkness threatening to pull you under.

The impossibly tight, the cunt surrounding his cock clamped down. Grimmjow erratically rutted into you in short bursts, knot no longer allowing him to pull out from your sopping channel. The knot snapped in a painful burst, seed rushing from him in blinding pleasure. The Panthera released the hold his teeth had on your neck to yowl loudly into the room. Hips stilling as his seed erupted inside you, filling you with his hot cum.

The lustful instinct to mate melted away at his release. Control over his mind filtered back slowly, allowing him to see the state he had left you in. Angry teethmarks sat proudly at the back of your neck. Slumped forward in his hold, your sweat soaked body hung limply, raggedly sucking in desperate breaths.

Laying himself across your back, Grimmjow Manoeuvered you both to lay down on the small bed on your sides. Knotted cock still buried deep inside you, Grimmjow moulded himself to your back, wrapping his arm around you protectively. On the brink of sleep you squirm, wincing at the pinch in your abused pussy caused by the pull of the knot keeping him in.

"stay still" his gruff voice held a semblance care, large hand soothing over the bruises left by his fingers on your hips "y'gotta let it go down or it'll rip ya apart"

Your body pushed to the brink of what it could take started to shiver, muscles periodically twitching as they relaxed. Thinking you were cold, Grimmjow grabbed the sorry excuse for a blanket, draping it over you. Head buried in your neck, Grimmjow soothed the marks left there with his tongue, methodically licking over the wounds, soothing the dull throbbing.

Arm wrapped protectively around you, slowly deflating cock nestled deeply within you, you fell into unconsciousness with Grimmjows cool tongue lapping at your skin. Satisfied you were cleaned up enough, Grimmjow tightened the hold he had on you, savouring the feel of his cock being warmed by your hole, full to the brim with his seed. Burying his head in your hair, letting your smell fill his senses as he joined you in sleep he so desperately needed, whispering a single word as he succumbed to the pull

"mine"

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loupetlapinn · 4 days

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𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆-𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆.

t/w: noncon, dacryphilia, gun play, fear play, unprotected sex. a/n: MDNI. he has come. unbetad. synopsis: mingyu has always been such a dear friend. that is until you learn otherwise. feel free to block me.

“You just had to stick your nose in where it doesn't belong, didn't you?”

Caught red handed, you had so earnestly tried to cover your sloppy tracks. Shaky hands fumbling to put away evidence before you could be found out— before he knew he had been found out. Feigning smiles under the pretense of a sudden migraine coming on, apologies quickly following suit as you try to weasel your way out of dinner.

“Let go of me— I said let go, Mingyu!” You’re thrashing over his shoulder, it was infuriating just how unfazed he was as you claw and spit at him like some wild animal.

“After all that effort I put into making dinner and you want to leave? I haven’t even served the appetizers yet,” he continues conversation like he wasn’t manhandling you with the worst intentions.

“What a shame,” utters he as you’re plopped to the floor like a discarded carcass. With that he’s most familiar, the thrill of the hunt, the weight of a body, hands trailing over a defined expanse as he utters his thanks.

You’re just another doe in his hands.

Though, you have no intention to go out like one. You make this apparent with every trash upon the floor of his cabin— a prized possession of his. Mingyu loves to recount his tales, the hunts and the cleanings. He does everything himself, he’s said as much offhandedly on random nights out drinking. Everyone knew of his prowess during hunting season, he’d even offer dinner parties to sample the meat he’s harvested himself.

All under the guise of generosity, Mingyu loves showing off.

If only they knew the extent of his flamboyancy. From the skill of the kill, to the deft workmanship of gutting and cleaning his prey. Mingyu loved it all. Loved getting his hands dirty.

Much like now as you claw at mahogany stained floors. It gives him the same rush, as if he were lying in wait in the underbrush for an unsuspecting doe to stumble upon him.

Isn’t that all you were?

“I won’t say anything, I swear... I s-swear, Mingyu,” you’re already breathless, having been chased through the expanse of his estate.

He’s crowding over you, hungry, fangs bared. A wolf closing in on its meal.

“Go ahead,” he rumbles, you could feel the way his voice shocks your system, running through your veins. It’s like an electric shock as the reverberations radiate through you.

“Scream,” he taunts, calloused hands tearing at your clothes.

“No one’s coming, Y/N,” says he, sharpened canines dragging over your rose colored flesh, lapping at the mist of perspiration that blankets you from your the exertion. He loves toys like you, the ones that scream, the ones that fight... the ones that run. A certain sense of accomplishment following as he pins you to the ground in spite of your countless efforts.

Cool metal presses against your cheek and you can’t help the tremors that overtake your body.

There was a glint in his eye you had never seen before, chilling you to the bone.

“Scream,” he echoes once more, this time there was an adamance. Freezing muzzle tracing your jaw as you tremble beneath him.

And you do, as he finishes tearing off your clothes— as he savagely shoves himself inside you. The presence of the barrel of his gun ever insistent on making itself known as he trails it over the slope of your lips, smearing your spit, across your jaw, down your throat and over your collar bones all while he basks in the grip of your quivering cunt upon his throbbing cock.

“How does it taste?” he sneers, muzzle pushing past your lips, stretching your mouth much like his length stretches you elsewhere. He's barbaric, brute strength and baser instincts. “C’mon, answer me,” he’s brutal with his attentions, lethal smirk as he tears you apart. Only growing even more frenzied as tears begin to downpour, staining your now ruddy cheeks.

“Or will I just have to fuck you harder to hear you?”

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Hello there! Just read the wrestling ask! Wooo 🥵 Buttt it made me think.. what if in the heat of the moment (not particularly wrestling but any heat of the moment) and Andy is too rough on accident? Maybe he fingers her too hard, or grabs her too hard and it genuinely hurts. How would he react and make it better? We all know he would go full stop then make her feel better, but how?!

Thanks love!

The Rub Down

Summary: Andy takes care of you when things get a little rough in bed.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Bratty Reader, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Light Spitting, Daddy Kink, Ass Slapping, Aromatherapy, Worried Andy, Possessive/Doting Andy, Fitness Regimens, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes place in my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Like, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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The last time things got out of hand occurred right after you pushed yourself too hard at the gym. You'd recently purchased a trial package on Groupon that offered you a chance to work with a personal trainer.

Now it's not like you're expecting immediate results overnight or anything. You were just looking for a few tips to help you tone up.

Of course your husband thinks you look beautiful just the way you are, which is sweet. But you've also come to the conclusion that your arms happen to jiggle a little too much for your liking.

The package you bought includes several sessions, complete with an individualized diet and meal plan that is tailored to your body type. Each session proves to be amazing, but you're often left feeling sore and exhausted at the end of the day.

Every single part of you seemed to ache, but in a good way. And you're certainly not going to let your tight, overworked muscles get in the way of you enjoying an evening alone with your man after having shipped the kids off to grandma's for the night.

At first everything seems fine when Andy tosses you on the bed. Giggles bubble up as you drag his big body closer to your own, the two of you frantically helping each other strip.

Once you're naked, your man is on you like an animal. Grunts and growls fill the room, spilling out into the hall. After welcoming four children, leaving the door ajar during a bout of frenzied lovemaking sometimes feels more than a little exhilarating.

It's always a beautifully added bonus when you don't have to worry about traumatizing several sets of precious virgin ears.

The two of you are a mess. Each hot, wet kiss growing more bold than the one before it. One of Andy's hands winds its way into your thick, glossy curls - wrenching your head back so that he can trail his wicked tongue along the exposed curve of your throat.

You let out a wild cry when his sharp teeth bite down over your pulse. He draws the tender flesh into his mouth, sucking hard.

It's no surprise that Andrew Barber seems intent on marking you tonight. And you revel in every second of it, loving the way the pleasure mixes with the pain. He nibbles his way down your body - each caress of his lips slow and deliberate.

Your hips buck of their own accord when Andy's mouth finds your pouting nipple, lightly toying with it. His teeth graze over the sensitive, pebbled flesh as you continue to writhe underneath him.

"Ooh yeah, Daddy...fuck! R-right there...oh please!"

Andy grinds his hips against your drenched core, your now ruined panties resembling little more than a useless scrap as it's ripped away. You can barely think, let alone speak as his name falls from your lips, whispered again and again like a desperate prayer.

Your husband pushes you down against the mattress, his normally gentle hands possessively squeezing and kneading your breasts before skimming their way down your body. He pauses when he finally reaches your quivering pussy. His lips curve into a smirk as his eyes hone in on your swollen clit peeking out from between your lips.

"Oh, Baby Girl." Comes the rumbled purr, the deep timbre of his voice making you shiver. Andy's intoxicating blue eyes shift to meet your own. "Looks like someone is excited to play with Daddy." Your hips jerk when two long, nimble fingers stroke their way across the sensitive nub.

You bite back a moan when the filthy bastard spits directly on your cunt, his hooded gaze never once leaving yours. Your core spasms as the makings of an impending orgasm begins to coil in your belly. And then he goes to do it again. This time gripping your thighs and roughly jerking your legs apart before forcing your knees towards your chest.

It's a move that you normally would've loved. But not today. Today it hurts like a bitch. You bite your lip to keep from crying out in pain as Andy lines up his straining member with your wet pussy.

"It feels like it's been so long, sweetness." Andy growls before entering you with one hard thrust. "Missed you so much."

It couldn't have been more than five days since you'd last made love. But to your adorably dramatic husband, it might as well have been a lifetime.

"Need you so fuckin' bad." He grunts, his accent growing more and more pronounced with each movement of his hips. "Missed you. Missed you. Missed you." Every time he utters that phrase it somehow manages to sound more reverent than the last.

A broken sob escapes you as the pain you're experiencing finally ebbs. Your velvet walls grip his thick cock, eagerly milking him for all he's worth. Waves of pleasure course through you as you feel his heavy sac smack against your damp flesh with each rhythmic thrust.

And then suddenly he bears down, making you take all of his weight. A sharp cry forces its way from your throat before you can catch it as you feel the muscle in your thigh threatening to snap.

"Shit!" Comes Andy's startled hiss, quickly stilling his movements. "Oh fuck!

Just like that everything stops. Well, everything except the pain that is. A lone tear spills its way down your cheek as you grit your teeth, silently begging your husband to let go of your leg.

Andy whispers your name, willing you to open your eyes and look at him. Gentle hands roam their way across your body as he tries to locate the source of the pain.

"Fuck, I - open up those pretty eyes for me, baby." He murmurs with a hint of panic in his tone. "Need you to tell me what's wrong. Did I hurt you?"

"Nooo!" You whine when he goes to move your leg in an attempt to lower it back onto the bed. "Ju-just gimme a sec. Please."

The muscle was now so fucking tight you were afraid to even move it.

"Okay, you can have a couple seconds. But then I'm gonna need you to use your words and tell me what hurts and where." Andy pleads as he places his hands on either side of your slightly trembling thigh. "Is it here?"

"Yeah!" You wail as another tear cascades down your cheek to join the first. "I'm sorry."

You try to pull away from him when he begins to lightly massage the sore muscle, not that you manage to get very far. As it is, you're in too much pain. And even if you weren't, your much larger husband was faster than you - even on a good day.

"Okay, okay. No need to be sorry, little love. Can you tell me if it's the muscle?"

You nod, throwing an arm over your eyes as your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Alright, Baby Girl. I'm gonna shift things a little. Hold on." Andy slowly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling cold and empty. It was definitely one of your least favorite feelings. You can tell that he's trying not to jostle you too much, even as he works to flip you onto your front.

"I'm sorry." You tell him again, grateful that your words are now at least somewhat muffled by a pillow.

"Hush." He grunts before straddling your legs, his knees resting on either side of yours. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the muscle in your right thigh feels incredibely tight."

"Yep." You whimper through clenched teeth. "Right there in the center. Feels like there's a knot or something."

Andy blows out a concerned breath as he goes to work massaging the area. "Like I just said, it's fucking tight. Almost as if you've strained it." Eventually, the stiffness begins to ease.

As the pain dulls, you notice your husband has gone suspiciously quiet. So quiet and thoughtful that you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Andy..."

"We're gonna need to ice this, Princess." He hums, pressing a kiss to sweet kiss to the rounded globes of your ass. "And maybe get you in to see a doctor or something. I know I was being rough, but nothing on you should be this tight."

Another beat of silence passes before he finally speaks again. "Did I...did I hurt you anywhere else, sweet girl?" His tone comes out low and gruff.

You feel your heart seize in your chest. "Not you." Groaning, you attempt to flip yourself over. It takes a couple of tries - mostly because your husband refuses to move.

"Take it easy for me, sweetheart." Andy implores, his expressive blue eyes openly examining every inch of you as he worriedly hovers above your tense form. "Now, where else does it hurt?"

"You didn't, Big Man. It's my fault - I don't think I stretched right after my last workout or something." You reach up to cup his face, the pad of your thumb tenderly caressing his chiseled jaw.

"I - I shouldn't have handled you like that, Baby Girl. I was too rough." He drops a loving kiss on the soft skin of your palm. "Got caught up in the moment and ended up twisting you like a goddamned pretzel."

"Shh, Andy Bear. You know I love it when you twist me up. I get so fucking wet when you go deep like that, I always cum hard as fuck when I feel you in my belly, Daddy."

You offer him a playful smile when you feel his half-hard cock twitch against your leg.

"Stop trying to distract me, little girl." Relief fills you when you notice a hint of a grin flit across his handsome features.

"I am not." You pout, pulling his head down to yours.

"Yes, you are." He snarls softly before catching your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly. "I'm onto your games, brat. But I'm afraid nobody's getting twisted up into anything until we take care of that sore muscle. Now turn over."

"But why?" You ask with a whine even as you move to comply.

"Because Daddy's going to give you a full body rub down, Baby Girl." Andy slowly rises from the bed and pads towards the bathroom, but not before delivering a swift blow to your upturned ass. "And when I'm convinced I've got feeling good and loose to my satisfaction, I'll consider giving you my cock."

Fuck. You hated when your sweet ogre was right.

"When you're finished with me, can I at least tie you up and rub you down too?" Your question elicits a chuckle from your husband as he rummages through one of your draws to retrieve your oils.

"We'll see, Princess." Comes his indulgent reply as he makes his way back over to you clutching two vials, mostly likely Ylang Ylang and Jasmine since those two scents often paired well together. "Although, I think you should know that I'm not very happy with you right now."

Andy pours a small amount of oil into his palm as he climbs onto the bed. He rubs his hands together, doing his best to warm it before gingerly taking hold of your left ankle so that he can begin by massaging the ball of your foot.

It feels so fucking good that you don't even care that you're about to be on the receiving end of a lecture.

"Okay, Andy." You murmur lazily, resting your head on your arms.

"If you insist on overdoing it at the gym, then you're going to need to make sure you stretch properly before and after." His clever hands move to your heel before eventually switching to the other foot.

"Uh huh." Now he's working on your left calf, kneading and rubbing any residual soreness out of the languid muscles.

"And I've gotta tell you, baby...I don't really have a lot of faith in your shit-for-brains trainer. He should've stretched you out more and -" Your husband abruptly cuts himself off as his train of thought derails all on its own. "Actually, come to think of it, I don't like the thought of his grimy hands even touching you."

Oops. Looks like your Big Man was going down the rabbit hole. Better put a stop to it.

"Alright." Is all you can muster through your bliss-filled haze.

"Does he touch you?" There's a hard edge to Andy's tone, letting you know he's getting closer and closer to going off the deep end. "Is he inappropriate? Has he ever gotten a little too handsy?"

"No. No. And also no." You quickly reassure him as he skillfully manipulates your body in the most delicious of ways.

"Good. But I still don't like the fucker." He grouses, all the while completely ignoring the fact that he'd never even met the man. "How many more sessions do you have with him, Baby Girl?"

"One." The word floats out on the heels of a dreamy sigh.

"Fine. I'll allow it." Andy returns his attention back to the source of your original problem - your possibly strained thigh.

Oh thank you, my most gracious and benevolent husband. You think to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"But after that I'm training you from now on, Baby Girl. And you have my word that I'll make sure to stretch you right both before and after we work up a sweat."

"Kay." You feel your body stir through the midst of your relaxation as a familiar warmth pools in your belly.

"I think you'll find my fee to be pretty reasonable as well." Andy continues as his hands come to rest on your ass. The sound of a wet slap cracks through the air before being quickly followed by another. "In return for worshiping this body and all of it's luscious curves, all I require from you is your obedience and...your orgasms."

Woah! Sometimes your man could drive quite the hard bargain.

"Oh, is that all?" You muse, throwing him a teasing grin over your shoulder.

"Yes." He responds with a solemn nod. "That would be correct. I'm going to need all of your orgasms. Every single one."

Giggling softly, you take a moment to consider his proposal. "Looks like you've got yourself a new client, Andy Bear. Hope you'll be able to fit me into your busy schedule, otherwise I'll have to keep Derek on standby."

"What the fuck have I told you about mentioning another man's name in our bed, Baby Girl?" He raises one imperious looking brow.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Forgiven. Now, how about we seal this deal with a kiss?" Andy doesn't bother waiting for your response before flipping you over to your back and settling himself on his knees in front of you once more.

You nod eagerly, offering up your mouth for the taking. Only to be surprised when your husband's head begins to slowly lower in the direction of the sweet spot between your parted thighs, his eyes darkening at the sight of your throbbing pussy.

And then the realization finally dawns. Your man wanted a kiss.

"Mmhm. And I'm afraid I'm gonna have to be very, very thorough." Andy affirms with a playful grin. "Now open wide for Daddy, baby. I think it's about time for your first warm up."

END

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archie-sunshine · 2 months

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man I just found your blog and it is such a joy, got a question for ya.

How do you think Rumble and Frenzy would react to having a human partner?

After that old post you made of them being sick of being tiny in bed i think they might go a bit wild not being the smallest and weakest in the bedroom

gO READ @pinkanonwrites FANFIC RIGHT

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if you want to know what i think rumby and frendy would be like with a human partner. I LOVE pink's take on rumble here, hes excellent, go read the fic or i kill you with my mind <3

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crying-fantasies · 17 days

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Killing me softly with his song (1)

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Part 1: Bleed it out | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Since his time on Dead End almost everything was crude, harsh and hateful, there were moments of happiness along the way, some of betrayal and undying loyalty which he professed with pride, showing the badge on his chassis and the revolution of it's own meaning to save his home, his planet as a whole with all it's inhabitants.

Those times are long gone, he remembers with a heavy thought on his shoulder armor, not even capable of returning to his planet due to the unnumbered atrocious acts of the past and hateful glances attracted to his very name, he understands, he really does.

His acceptance of it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Earth isn't any better, humans look at him in the same way if not worse, but Soundwave is needed here, at least.

It's almost laughable how humans return to their self-destructive behavior quicker than anybot expected, Soundwave was thinking of a secretly return to Cybertron with his cassettes, saying goodbye to the very few things he liked of the black water planet with total intentions of never coming back, that was his plan, before noticing a little elephant calf, almost in the verge of starvation, collapsed next to the rotting corpse of what he supposed was it's carrier, it's mother, wounds of bullets on the head, ivory nowhere to be seen.

Sadness, sickness, rage and vengeance is what blooms in his spark at the very second, it's mostly his first reaction and feeling what makes him take the calf and secure it in his arms before starting his way to the nearest animal clinic that his friend once mentioned, one that helped the young calf, he finds it and hope the humans that come running to the calf get to save it, as their drive to heal is bigger than the obvious fear on their organic optics after seeing him and the badge on his deck.

Soundwave returns to where the body is, scanning the whole area with his sensors, and notes that there are other bodies around.

That's enough to stay in Earth for a little longer, for how long? He doesn't know.

Humans don't say much, letting him do what he does best while finding hunters, decimating their campsite and letting them be found by human authority, it's their luck if that happens in a few days or a whole month when he let's them trapped in a tiny cage with no food around and it the middle of the wilderness, for once to be at the mercy of others.

Ironic life is, now they need him, Soundwave has always been good cleaning his trace and many organizations are interested in his work so far and want him and his cassettes not only in Africa but almost worldwide, moving around, it's a tentative offer when they bring energon to the table, reminding him of the low energon levels that Laserbeak and Buzzsaw had to endure to be with him in this mess for his softness, again, if Ravage was here he would've called him soft before helping him anyway and say that it was fine, makes him remind of Rumble and Frenzy, worried for them, but knowing better than contact them, both weren't pleased after he was an autobot ally.

There's no real place to go, but wandering around isn't bad either.

So off he goes, and among all of it, he finds you, as a scared passerby, a drop in an ocean of hundreds, thousands, that evade him at contact like a rock in the middle of the river before reuniting with the wildness of massive water bodies, but you change from a drop to a leech, attaching near, not leaving his side even when he did call you leech in the face.

You stay, and it's hard to accept it, to make it part of his life, maybe it's the feeling of the many losses along the way, something missing, Ravage isn't at his side, the twins are thriving on their own in this planet, and he needs something to fill at least a space, you make a great replacement to some point before you are your own person for him, "it's okay", you tell him, little hand holding his servo when, once again, he let's everything be too much, "it's fine", for a moment he wants to call you a liar before you point to your head, Soundwave has never told you, but alas, you are observant, an organic mind is strange, but in that strange place where he has to try hard to discern something, electric pulses wild and way too fast, pumping life around, answers that almost escape his grasp.

In the end, he does find something among all of it, and makes him take distance from you, the "I like you" is supposed to be in an amicable way, but he is sure it's long been something more, and your strange attachment to him isn't strange anymore, but it doesn't mean it is welcomed, at first.

Ditching you when he returns to his own matters is simpler, because what you want from him is impossible, makes his armor tremor with disgust, after coming back he is weak when you are still there, letting you get near, again.

It's only when you aren't there anymore that he keeps moving, thinking about you from time to time, and finds you once again without even trying, Soundwave Is good on his own job to trail after what he wants, even if he doesn't want to do it, even if he does it without noticing, feigning ignorance and disinterested when you approach, once again, to call out his designation with hardly covered adoration, it's only a matter of time before it isn't you who takes his servo on your hand, but the other way around, and it doesn't take much for him to let go of the tremors on his frame when your skin makes contact with him.

That's how it started, and that's how he came all this way to his own present, with one of the most delicate and little living being he has ever had in his servo every night, lulling the new spark to recharge with the combination of human music and the soft and warm extension of his EM field, mimicking the beat of your heartbeat until he gets creative enough to make a song that uses your BPM as guide, his progeny answers, making little pulses now and then, moving as he can, for a while it makes him settle down in a single place, waiting for the moment he is ready to go on again.

For a moment the name Mainframe crossed his processor, thinking otherwise due to respect for his old friend's family that would be less than thrilled to know his name was put on a cybertronian sparkling, even if it was only a code name, then he is open for options when you make a funny face when he wants to call them Emporium, even Buzzsaw looked near to burst out in laugh, the twins have no reservations once they come back and are ready to laugh at him.

It's when the little one starts crying that the name Mayhem was ideal, Soundwave can still feel the pain in his audial receptors from the time his sparkling was a few jorns old, so high that you couldn't hear what was happening while every cybertronian collapsed on the floor, spark almost giving up by the sheer power of the sonic attack, and while you were worried for them he was so, so proud before an almost inexplicable terror was casted over him as he put Mayhem inside his cassette dock.

Everyone needed a moment to be seen as nonthreatening before getting near Mayhem, but Soundwave just couldn't let you by yourself with the sparkling so he returned quickly even when he was the most busy, maybe he was being overprotective as you said, it was most likely you were correct but he didn't really care when he stayed more time near, Soundwave would never care if he had what he thought would be impossible right in the palm of his servo and got to keep it, protecting you both to the point of others not really knowing the whole situation.

He is still worried if he made the right choice, in the cybertronian record you don't exist or don't have enough importance above your kind, by the same standard Mayhem doesn't exist, and since Orion Pax doesn't remember him there is no way to stop an enforcer from coming to your door and seizing him down, as if he will ever let that happen in the first place, it'll be a pain to create an identification for the time his sparkling shows the desire to go back to Cybertron in the future, it's natural and Soundwave would never stop Mayhem from the desire to know his roots, but it'll take time if his information is reliable enough, Soundwave is still worried about you.

The council is better, to some degree, of that he is sure, Windblade and Bumblebee are part of it just like many other mech that has an already formed idea of the badge on his armor.

Soundwave will never stop being a decepticon, since the cause is a part of his function and always will be, but it'll never be yours or Mayhem's, the burden is great as it is, and he can carry on with that alone while you two stay away from his past and away from what he did while fighting a war without winners.

Above all, he wishes you two never put a single feet or ped on the planet, way too worried of what would happen, what they could do to both of you, the image of the calf next to the decaying body of it's mother is twisted and he sees his sparkling clinging to your lifeless body, and it's an image that keeps him online even in the most silent night, making sure your heart is still pumping primordial fluid and Mayhem's spark pulses in similar time.

If, by some very mistake of his, someone were to put even a single digit on you, if they even dared to use you to get back at him or to make him pay for the many errors of his past, he soon realizes, he couldn't take it, he wouldn't be able to resist if your life was extinguished, and the idea of solitude after living surrounded by your love is insufferable, the idea of not even been able to meet you in the all spark is even worse, because not even death could bring him back to you in any way.

Every second is important, he doesn't have to remember it because he has it very present every day, and every one of the things you do or say are registered on his data banks for the moment you really are no longer.

He dreads the mere idea of it, but denying it on his processor will not stop it, so he can only live in the moment and appreciate every second to the fullest.

"Wave wave wave" you come running, as fast as you can with your little struts, catching his attention instantly, searching if there is any danger to make you act like this, but no, he has been sending electric pulses just to be sure and nothing has changed in the last 3 days, but you come anyway, a smile on your little face, Mayhem is with you and that peculiar sharp dentae of his in his full display as he imitates you in your gibberish, exclaiming a "Da da da da da" that catches his attention.

He has noticed that sound from a while ago, he didn't know it was from Mayhem, Soundwave recalls the word, how little humans say it while going to their sires' sides in barely stable legs, seeing it so often while his co-workers are around him and showing with that little details how they have come to trust him, the very same trust he puts on them and in you as he let's you put Mayhem on his servo to get a better look as his sparkling taps with his little and stubby servo above his decepticon insignia.

Soundwave noticed, once again, that your time together would never be enough.

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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Chapter Nine (Part 2)

Town is wild and full tonight, and immediately I find myself among a battlefield of bottles and cans and fast food takeaway boxes. A man runs past me with his top off and swinging it over his head as though it’s not three degrees and drizzling, and on the steps of some Georgian townhouse there are three girls singing a tuneless rendition of Auld Lang Syne. One of them drops an unopened bottle of Mickey Finns down the steps and I instinctively reach out and rescue it before it bounces hard enough to smash.

“Here.” I say as I hand it back to her. “That would have been a waste of a tenner.”

“Aw, thank you hun.” She says, one fake eyelash hanging off her lid. “Happy new year. You’re stunning.”

“Thanks.” I laugh. “So are you.”

Before I can walk away she takes my hand in hers, stares into my eyes and says “You have the best 2012, you deserve to be happy.” And I sort of feel like I’ve just been blessed by this girl, bewitched by the magical powers that only drunk girls have after midnight.

“You too.” I say to her as I slide my hand away. She gives me a queasy smile that makes me wonder how much mine resembles it when I’m drunk like that. I ask her if she knows where the best pizza is.

“Primo.” All three of them say, and one of them points me towards Dame Street. “The absolute best.” She says, and does that little chefs kiss motion with her hand, so I believe her without question.

“Oh I’ve heard of Primo.” I say.

“Hearing about it is nothing, hun. You have to try it.”

“Well I can’t wait!” I say to them, and I continue my journey down the street.

“Get the Piccante!” One of them roars after me, and I can’t help but laugh as I spin around to wave at them as I continue backwards.

“Will do!” I call out. “Thank you, angels.”

The queue at Primo is already out the door and snaking several metres down the street but there isn’t any part of me that cares about that. I join it, thinking only of my rumbling stomach and how satisfying it will be when I get to take my first bite of authentic, stone baked Italian pizza. Besides, I’d rather be in this queue than still be in that awful club pretending that I think Ulysses is a normal man.

When I get inside of the place it’s like a cattle mart, and it’s so rowdy that they have three bouncers standing watch over the crowd. The boy in front of me, one of the short-back-and-sides brigade, starts squirting water from his plastic bottle onto a group of girls sitting in one of the booths and they’re turning around and shouting at him repeatedly, causing the volume of the entire place to rise to a cacophonous level. A bouncer has to come over and confiscate the bottle.

“Sorry,” says the boy. “I was messing.”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re sorry.” snaps the bouncer, getting up into his face. “Just stop doing it.” I think that it must be quite cathartic to be a bouncer sometimes, you can just say whatever you want and nobody will do anything about it, even if you punch them in the head they’ll be too drunk to stop you. What it must be like to hold ultimate power over the creatures of the midnight streets.

When I get closer to the front of the queue I get a full view of the staff behind the till working at a frenzied pace whipping pizzas out onto the counter like croupiers at a blackjack table. I watch them, mesmerised. They’re the pinnacle of efficiency, three of them behind the counter buzzing around each other at an incredible pace, nobody getting in anyone’s way, all of them sharp and so quick and so alert that it seems superhuman to me. Through the beads that cover the door to the kitchen I can see the cooks shovelling dough into the hot ovens in a way that reminds me of old footage of men loading coal into steam trains in England. I marvel at this industrial hub they have going for them.

One guy crosses over the doorway so quickly that all I see is a flash of platinum hair, but it’s all I need to be hit with a jolt of recognition. All at once I remember why the name Primo was so familiar to me. This is where Dean Cullen works. That was him. In the kitchen. Dean Cullen is a cook at Primo. I want to smack myself in the forehead because I knew this already, Marnie found out about it and told me a while ago, I guess it just didn’t strike me as important enough to truly commit it to my memory bank. Not until now, at least.

I peer anxiously back there trying to get another look at him, but there’s so much movement that I can’t. Once I start thinking about our final message exchange I can’t stop, and it just swirls around and around in my head as I keep my eyes on those swinging beads on the door. How strange and stilted and awkward it was, how he blocked me just like that, as though I’m the kind of person who’s easily blocked and deleted from one’s life. It bothers me more than I would ever like to admit to somebody out loud. We were getting along alright, finally, and then… he rids me from his contact list just like that? How can he do something so callous?

“Can I take your order please?” Says the guy behind the till, and I blink, unaware that I had even reached the front.

“Um. The Piccante, please.” I say.

“Twelve euro.” I hand him the cash and he tries to move me along but I stay where I am. “Um. Does Dean Cullen work here?”

He stares at me like I’ve sprouted horns. “Yeah.”

“Do you know what time he’s finished?”

The guy sighs loudly so that I know I’m the one who’s clogging up the gears of this well oiled machine with my stupid question, but he whips some clipboard from a shelf underneath him and flips up the front page. “Half one.”

“Oh, okay.” I say. “So not long.”

“Next.” he says, and starts taking the order of the girl behind me. I go over and stand waiting for my pizza.

Half an hour later I find myself sitting on a bench outside Primo, biting into my absolutely divine Piccante pizza while staring very intently at the side door that leads into the restaurant. By the time Dean finally comes out my hands and feet are so cold that I’ve lost all feeling in them, and by the startled look on his face as I come clomping up to him in my chunky heeled sandals I’m sure I must resemble some kind of horrible ghoul.

“Dean!” I say. “Hang on a sec.” I start shoving my greasy pizza box into the little letterboxed sized gap in the nearest bin, and he waits around to watch me struggle gracelessly with it, which I take as a positive sign.

“I want to talk to you.” I say once I’ve abandoned my mission and left it hanging halfway out to come stomping towards him.

“What are you doing here?” He says, obviously confused. “Were you waiting for me?”

“No, I was getting a pizza.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah, I got the piccante.”

“Good choice.”

“Yeah it came highly recommended.”

He stands there staring at me with one eyebrow arched. “So… You wanted to talk to me, yeah?”

“Yeah I did… I…” I feel the burst of confidence that overtook my body moments ago make a prompt exit from my body and I feel unbelievably awkward. I should have gone home. What did I even think I was going to say to him anyway? I think I just wanted to channel my outrage and now that I’m face to face with him and he’s not acting like a villain I don’t know what to do with it. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” I decide. “For the whole thing with, you know, Marnie and all. Before Christmas. I hope that whatever she said didn’t give you the wrong impression of me, I mean, I didn’t say anything bad about you. At least I don’t think that I did.”

“Oh.” He says. “That. Yeah, it’s alright.”

“I really wasn’t spreading rumours about you, I don’t know what she said to you.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Honestly, I don’t remember doing any… hand touching stuff. I was out of it. The next day I just didn’t want to deal with any drama about it.” He shrugs and starts looking around like he wants to leave. “Is that what you came here to say?”

“You blocked me.” I state, and he looks at me, his pupils very black in the dark.

“So what?”

“That’s an extreme thing to do.”

“Okay well I’ll unblock you then.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and taps around on it before flipping it around to show me that he actually has, even though I’m sure he understands that the point wasn’t the fact he blocked me. It was the why. He interrupts any potential expansion I might have on the topic by asking me where my friends are.

“We were in Lost Society.” I explain. “I left, Marnie is still there.”

“Lost society?” Dean says with exasperation as if going to Lost Society is a really weird thing to want to do. “Isn’t that just full of eighteen year olds the whole time?”

“Yes, and I am eighteen.” I remind him. “But I hated it there. I left straight after midnight.”

“You shouldn’t have left on your own.” He scolds me. “Do you not know the kind of creatures that stalk this town at night time?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head and mutters something under his breath.

“I will!” I insist. “I haven’t far to go home, sure I live in town.”

“You should get the bus.” He makes a pointed look at my shoes, the straps of which have turned lines of my skin white, and my bare toes poking out of them blue, and I start shifting around on them uncomfortably.

“The night bus is like five euro.”

“Yeah so?”

“Walking is free.”

“You’re a very weird girl.”

“You’re a weird boy.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, who just blocks somebody for like, nearly no reason. That’s weird.”

“Oh, we’re back to that again, are we? I never knew you’d be so affected by it. A block is only a block.”

“I’m not affected.”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever.” I say in my best Elle Woods voice and then I turn on my heel and start heading south.

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Hey, Ozzie!! Big congrats on your 10k and happy early bd!!! 🥳 Thank you for your writing!! Your stories always make my heart bit faster❤️‍🔥👏 Well I saw her name on the list and ran here FAST🏃🏼‍♀️ If you please📝 Boss!Rebecca Welton x PA!reader and numbers 146) and 10) 💗💗💗

warnings: Boss!Rebecca Welton x PA Fem!Reader. mention of masturbation. illusions to smut.

word count: 799

author's note: first time writing Rebecca. go easy on me. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THE QUEEN!💙

10K Birthday Celebration

You stalk up the steps of your boss’s lavish house and let yourself in. The house is quiet as you hang your purse on the coat rack and slip your heels off. You dip your head into the kitchen and the sitting room looking for the gorgeous woman.

You’d secretly been harboring a crush on your boss since the first day you started working for Richmond. Rebecca was a tough but gracious boss. It made your tedious job even more difficult with the fact that you had to hide your feelings. Rebecca made the dingy world around you shine.

Many times you could’ve sworn you caught her looking at you but you chalked it up to late, stressful nights and poor eating. You wanted so badly to be with her but it would be unethical and she could have anyone she wants. Why would she chose you?

You tap your fingers on the door frame and bite your lip when you come up empty. She said she’d be here. Rebecca wanted to go over the itinerary for an upcoming away game this weekend, leaving you barely enough time to get things scheduled.

You double check your watch with a sigh when a sound from the floor above catches your attention.

“Rebecca?” You call you curiously as you ascend the marble stairs. You pray it’s your imagination toying with you and that Rebecca will waltz through the front door any second.

A soft cry halts your movements just as you reach the bedroom door. You press your ear against the ajar door as breathy, muted moans rumble from the other side. From the slight view the open door gives you, you can see the foot of her Rebecca bed and her feet shifting under the sheets.

Your brain short circuits when you hear her cry out your name. Maybe she’s thinking of someone else with the exact same name? She moans again and your cunt clenches at the sinful sound.

You wish you could know what she looks like while she touches herself. You want to know what drives her mad and gets her off.

You’re so deep in the fantasy of picturing your boss sprawled out on her bed with her fingers buried in her cunt that you lean too far forward and fall through the door and into the room. You hit the carpeted floor with a bang making your boss scream and jump under the covers.

“It’s only me! It’s only me!” You shout and raise your hands in a fury.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” The blonde huffs. Her naked chest heaves under the sheets as she holds them against her bosom.

“You said you wanted to go over the schedule for this weekend and I let myself in with the key and then I heard something and ran upstairs and tripped into your room.” You anxiously blabber and tug on the seam of your shirt.

“You heard what exactly?” Rebecca shakes her head going white as a ghost.

“Uhh, I mean, not much…but were you just masturbating?” A smirk tugs your lips.

“U-uh..no, I was just..” Rebecca stammers as she smooths out the silk bedsheets in a frenzied hurry. Her cheeks are flushed and her usually quaffed hair is a mess, falling perfectly and framing her face.

She looks stunning. So stunning you can’t help but take the chance you’ve been wishing and hoping for all these years even if means you could get sacked.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” You confess while dragging a finger up the curve of her silk covered calf.

The older woman freezes on the spot. Her wild blue eyes lock onto yours and for once she doesn’t know what to say.

“Want some help?” You offer with a quirked brow.

“I’m your boss. I should not be thinking about you this way.” Rebecca says, trying to reason with herself as you pull the duvet cover back and slide in beside her.

“What if I’ve been thinking the same way about you?” You say, demurely as you press your breasts into her arm and spoon your body into her naked side.

She holds your stare as your confession lingers in the thick haze of arousal that’s filling the room.

Rebecca tips your chin with a manicured finger and presses her soft lips to yours. The kiss is delicate and subtle with tinges of yearning as she swipes her tongue along your bottom lip. A moan tumbles from your throat as sticky warmth settles deep in your belly.

Rebecca’s hand cups the side of your face as she breaks the kiss. “Then I’d say we’re fucked.” She thumbs the apple of your cheek and you lean into her touch. “In a good way.”

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teaberrii · 2 years

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Chapter 10: Vulnerable (Love Blues)

You're both running from a traumatic past. In a fated mix-up, you end up hosting this man for two weeks at your family-owned villa where sparks start to fly.

Alhaitham/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3.

The chapter index is at the end of chapter one.

Warnings: Smut

Nothing could've prepared you for what's to come. Not even your dirty, little imaginations because he's a little too good at this.

Somewhere between your request and Alhaitham's naughty hand finding his way into your sex, clothes come off. Now, your bare body is flush against his; your hands are on his broad shoulders for support as the pad of his thumb over-stimulates your clit. Your hips buck into his touch as his fingers play your body like a fine-tuned instrument. One finger suddenly curls so hard after another that it almost makes you come on the spot.

Just as your legs are about to give, Alhaitham lifts you onto the kitchen counter. You’re still recovering from the shock when he leans down and replaces his fingers with a swift, smooth entrance of his tongue.

“Oh, fu—ah!”

You've never had oral that felt this good. Ever. Sure, you only had one other comparison. But the way Alhaitham works his tongue inside your velvet folds already has you choking on moans that you don't even know who you are anymore. It feels so damn good. Your hands grip the edge of the counter as you roll your hips into him. He lifts your legs slightly off the counter, and his tongue plunges even deeper, hitting a new spot that makes your walls come even tighter around him.

It's getting harder and harder for Alhaitham to control himself. He fumbles with the belt on his pants, and both eventually drop to a pool at his feet. That somewhat relieves the pressure. He wants nothing more than to feel your walls sucking him in. He wants you to remember this night. The first time. Alhaitham grabs your hips and lifts them even higher. He can imagine how red your face is now in this position. But, it's the only way he can—

“Ah!”

There it is. Your body shudders violently, and you're milking his tongue deep inside you. Alhaitham feels the throbbing of his sex; he's already crumbling.

Alhaitham pulls out so suddenly that it surprises you. He leans up and licks the result of his efforts off his lips, an action that sends an unexpected adrenaline rush throughout your body. You instantly see how hard he is, and you swallow in anticipation. Good Lord. You can only imagine how much he’ll stretch you.

His lips brush against yours. “...Should we take the rest upstairs?”

You’re about to ask why when you remember that he would be taking you raw. And, well, no other explanation is needed. But, instead, you move off the counter and reach into the opening of his boxers. Your hand slides down his sex as Alhaitham puts his hands behind him on the back of the couch. His hips buck into your touch, and you see his eyes shine in desire and anticipation.

The last of Alhaitham's clothing comes off as you get on your knees. Your mouth on his sex sends wild tremors throughout his body, and your tongue drives him into a frenzy. Alhaitham's grunts of pleasure get louder as you take him deeper. You are only halfway when you gag, making Alhaitham stutter in his breath. Your hands are firm around his shaft, determined to make him feel as good as he did you. Unable to hold back, Alhaitham rolls his hips forward, making you gag again. The low rumble of your throat against him makes him moan softly.

"Love, I'm going to...." He tries to warn you, but you boldly take him just a little more in one last valiant effort, causing a pleasureful grunt instead. His hand is in your hair, and with one last stroke of your tongue, Alhaitham comes undone. But you still don't let go. His release fills the back of your throat, and you have tears in your eyes as you try not to gag…again.

Finally, you release him, panting and out of breath. Alhaitham gets on a knee and asks, “Are you okay?” as he wipes away the tears.

"Never better," you say with a slightly sly grin.

He leans in and kisses your lips, but the soft-lipped exchange doesn’t continue for long. With a hand on your cheek, he says, “There’s still more I want to give you.”

Your body is already feeling hot at the anticipation. Then, with your lips centimetres apart, you say, "I want all of you."

Despite you and Alhaitham being the only two in the villa, he still closes the door to his room. You watch as Alhaitham tears the small package open and rolls the condom over himself. And, soon, you’re on top of him on his bed. Your hands are on his arms, holding him down. But both of you know that he’s playing along with what you want. As you slowly lower yourself onto him, you bite your lip from the incredible stretch. The tears are coming back, but Alhaitham leans up, putting his weight on one of his elbows as his other hand gently finds your cheek. He kisses you softly as if reassuring you.

Your breathing quickens when you find that he reaches deep inside you in all the right ways that no one has before. Alhaitham's back is against the headboard; his hands are on your hips. And, when you give him the sign, he slowly starts moving his hips. Your hands grip his shoulders for leverage as you start to match his pace. Finally, Alhaitham's lips capture yours in a breathtaking kiss.

A soft gasp when his hand finds your breast. His kisses get deeper, harder, and hungrier as he fondles you. By now, you're rocking your hips faster and faster, and he easily keeps up with the pace. Alhaitham pushes himself off the headboard and effortlessly sweeps you onto your back without pulling out. His hands find yours, and your fingers are entwined with his.

“Haitham,” you finally manage to say breathlessly. A grunt comes in response. The only word you manage to get in is “more” before he literally takes your breath away once again. One of his hands leaves yours and is now beside your head. You say you want more, but you are not expecting him to go this fast and this hard. “Hai—ah—fuck!”

Your thighs are squeezing his hips so tightly to pull him deeper. He raises one of your legs and hikes it on his shoulder as he plows you into oblivion. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you hear every grunt and moan as you roll your own hips in an attempt to match his animalistic pace.

You never experienced so much pleasure in one night. Everything Alhaitham gave you has taken you to a high you never thought possible. When you and Alhaitham come for the second time that night, you physically cannot speak. Alhaitham kisses your jaw and smiles.

“...I hope my lady is pleased with what she got.”

You definitely had no complaints, but there’s one last thing you want. “...Sleep with me,” you finally manage to say between soft pants.

Alhaitham’s forehead is pressed against yours. “Your wish is my command.”

◆◆◆

You never thought that you would be sore from sex. Well, it happened. The next morning, your thighs are incredibly sore, and you don’t want to walk. Period.

You feel a light kiss on your back and know that Alhaitham is awake. You turn around and say, "Morning, handsome."

“Already awake, I see.”

“...But I don’t want to get up.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “Breakfast in bed?”

Oh, that sounds lovely. “Mm…but it wouldn’t be fair for you to do all the work.”

He pulls you closer to him, so your bodies flush against each other again. "...You can always pay me back."

You roll on top of him. “With what, I wonder.”

Alhaitham sits up, and your legs naturally move to either side of his waist. “Anything you want.”

You scoff with a slight grin. “I’m sure we’re thinking of the same thing.”

Alhaitham teases your lips with a quick kiss. “Are we?”

He lets you push him down. Then, as you fondle yourself, you feel him harden against your thigh. Finally, your free hand runs down his torso as you say, "Should I give it to you now?"

Alhaitham is suddenly on top of you, pinning your hands beside your head. “You’re full of surprises, did you know?”

You chuckle. “Good ones, I hope.”

He leans towards you and says in a low voice, “The ones I’ll never get enough of.”

And then he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back.

Your fingers are in his hair as his lips leave yours in favour of your neck. His feather-light kisses travel to your collarbone and then a breast. His hand finds the other, and soon you're lost in a sea of moans. You gasp loudly when you feel his fingers stimulating your clit, and you slowly roll your hips.

But then, you stop his hand. Alhaitham looks at you and has all the answers that he needs.

Your face is red from this position. You're on your knees, legs spread wide, and your elbows against the wall. Alhaitham is also on his knees behind you, fully erect as his hands knead your butt cheeks. He gently pries your legs wider with his knees, and you slowly turn back to look at him.

The pink in your cheeks, the slight quiver of your bottom lip, and the desire and anticipation in your eyes are a sight that drove him mad. He knows you're a little embarrassed. But you won't be soon. It doesn't matter what position you're in; you'll always look beautiful to him. Alhaitham only wants you to remember how good he makes you feel.

He tears the small package with his teeth, and you find it sort of hot. He slides the condom over his hardened sex before his gaze flickers to you. Then, he leans forward, and now he is flush against your back.

You kiss him, and your tongues meet in a heated exchange as Alhaitham slowly pushes himself into you from behind. His hand is on your thigh, and he suddenly lifts your leg a little higher, and you gasp once again at all the places he reaches.

You've learned that Alhaitham's thrusts are powerfully controlled when he wants them to be. They hit you just enough in all the right places that never overwhelm you but send fierce tremors of pleasure throughout your body. His kisses get deeper, where your tongues never leave each other. Your hips start moving faster, and you grab the wall for support, your cries of pleasure and Alhaitham's soft grunts mixing together in the room.

Alhaitham loves the way your walls hug his sex. With every slam into your body, it's as if you refuse to let him go. It's pure ecstasy. His hands guide your hips to move a little faster, and he tightens his grip around them, not knowing that it'll leave a small bruise later.

“Hah…yes—ah!”

It's something he's noticed. How vocal you are when he hits the spot inside you, and the expression you make when you're in nirvana. He always wants more.

Alhaitham suddenly pulls out and spins you around. Your legs immediately find them around his waist; his hands are in yours beside your head. When he pushes into you again, he's the one supporting your weight. The bed starts to shift with every rock of his hips. You want to look down, a little embarrassed at how he draws such expressions on your face with how deep he penetrates. But then his mouth captures yours in a hot kiss.

A scream rips from your throat as he picks up the animalistic pace. The rock of your hips sends Alhaitham into a frenzy. His tongue stimulates your breast, and you desperately want to touch him. It’s as if he knows but purposely keeps his hands over yours. Your thighs continue to squeeze him until Alhaitham tears a final, loud cry of pleasure from your lips and your body trembles in delight.

Alhaitham inhales and breathes out sharply, serene and satisfied. Your legs go limp, and you're panting in the aftermath. Then, like yesterday night, he places a light kiss on your jaw, and you smile at each other.

To his surprise, you stop him from pulling out. “...Not yet,” you say quietly.

“My…” he says lowly. “You’re going to drive me insane, love.”

You aren't expecting to spend most of your morning in bed with Alhaitham. But, by the time the two of you get out of the bedroom, you're thinking of what to have for lunch instead. You're playfully messing around in the kitchen when you hear someone's phone buzzing. You walk over to the counter and see that it's yours.

“Hello?”

“Girl, I thought you died or something!” your friend says. “Why haven’t you texted me?”

You turn around and lean against the counter. Alhaitham looks at you curiously, and you mouth, "my friend," and he gives a slight nod and a smile.

“I did,” you say. “I just got a bit busy with some things.” Alhaitham points to himself, and you give him a deadpan look.

Your friend sighs. “Okay, well, I really don’t want to ruin your vacation, but…just wanted to give you a heads-up that, uh, your ex is—”

“In the same town as I am? Yeah, I’m aware.”

“What? How?”

“Bumped into his brother yesterday night,” you mutter.

“...Damn. Don’t know what’s worse.”

You sigh. “Well, thanks for the heads-up.” Then, it hits you. “Hang on. How do you know that he’s here?”

Alhaitham looks in your direction just as your friend says, “...He called me yesterday night.”

“...Why? For what?”

“He told me he wanted to apologize to you.” Apologize? You almost laugh. Where is his sudden humanity coming from? You probably would've forgiven him three years ago. But now it's three years too late, and the gesture just makes you roll your eyes. At your silence, your friend continues, "I know you don't want to see him. But, I thought I should let you know."

"I don't want anything to do with him anymore." You never made this clear to her before. But shouldn't it be obvious, considering she knows everything that's happened between you and him? "I have to go."

You don’t wait for her reply.

When you put your phone on the counter, Alhaitham walks over, clearly concerned. “...Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Then, you tell him about the brief conversation with your friend.

Alhaitham’s eyes never leave you, not even after you finish. Then, he hugs you from behind, and you put your hands over his that are on your midriff. “I may be thinking too much, but is something else bothering you?” You turn to him, and Alhaitham kisses your forehead.

“You two went out without me?” you asked.

You weren't sure what to feel. Was it strange that your husband and your best friend went out for lunch alone together without letting you know? The three of you were childhood friends and spent most of your time together, even after you and your husband started dating. She and he were close, and you never thought much about it when you were younger. At least you didn't mind that they hung out. They were people you trusted. But, wasn't it courtesy that they should let you know?

"Ah, I thought I should make it clear to you," your friend said. "But…I think it's a little strange that he's been spending a lot of time with me."

“I don’t want to assume anything ever happened between them,” you continue. “I have no proof, anyways, and there’s no point trying to find out now. But, I guess I find this situation funny.” If your ex really wanted to apologize, why not approach you directly? “I keep her at a distance now.”

Alhaitham finds it interesting that he has a similar experience.

Alhaitham knew Kaveh was interested in his colleague; Alhaitham also made it clear to Kaveh that he was not interested in her. At first, she had asked Alhaitham to lunch a couple of times, and he didn't think anything of it. But when he realized she was asking more frequently, he started to politely decline. Alhaitham didn't want to jump to the conclusion that she was interested in him. But he believed no one would get the wrong idea this way if she was.

Alhaitham was in his study reading when Kaveh opened the door. The men looked at each other, and Alhaitham immediately knew something was wrong. Kaveh could never hide his emotions.

“She told me you rejected her,” Kaveh said. Alhaitham closed his book as Kaveh continued, “You kept rejecting her lunch dates?” So, she did have hidden intentions. Kaveh sighed loudly. “She likes ‘em quiet, I guess.”

Alhaitham knew better than to try and console his friend. “You do know it’s our drink night, right?”

“And I’m making you pay for everything.”

“Did your wallet end up crying that night?” you ask jokingly.

“You have no idea.” Alhaitham is sitting on the couch with you on his lap. “He bounces back quickly, though, from things like this.”

You tilt your head slightly. “...Are you envious of that?”

“A little."

You kiss his jaw. Then, he kisses your head. “But, I bet the two of you got closer after that.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” Alhaitham said jokingly.

You laugh. “I don’t know. Should I be? Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes as you laugh uncontrollably after he told you about the rumours of him and Kaveh being in a relationship when they were younger.

“I mean…I see the appeal.” Alhaitham gives you a deadpan look. You smile. “But”—you kiss the corner of his mouth—“you belong to me.”

Alhaitham tilts your head toward him and kisses you full on the mouth.

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You and Alhaitham spend most of your day indoors as it’s raining. You start talking about random things, moving from one topic to the next, and you learn some new things about him:

He doesn’t like horror movies.

He reads for thirty minutes at least every day. In addition, he gave you some novel recommendations at your request.

He was captain of the kendo team when he was younger. But now, he enjoys playing racquetball alone or with Kaveh every weekend.

He’s learning how to play the guitar.

At some point, you move from playing board games to giving Alhaitham the singing lessons you promised. But, while it goes smoothly at first, it ends with him and his hips making you sing the most pleasing sounds on the couch.

With you lying on your stomach and Alhaitam on top of you, he brushes your hair aside and whispers, “How did I do, teacher?”

You’re still catching your breath, physically unable to speak as your mind recovers from the post-orgasmic haze. So, if that’s any indication, then so be it.

Later that day, Alhaitham is making dinner in the kitchen when you step out to grab some things. You enter the nearest convenience store and grab some feminine products off the shelf. You're about to leave when you hear something drop to the floor. You turn around and see a pregnant woman struggling to get what she dropped, so you lean down to help her.

“Thanks,” she says as she takes the item from your hand.

“How many weeks?” you ask, glancing at her pregnant belly.

She smiles. “Eight months.”

You smile back. “Congratulations.”

“Hey, everything okay? What’s taking so long?”

You recognize that voice. It's a voice that makes your blood run cold; your heart feels like it dropped to the pit of your stomach. The woman looks back as you look past her and see your ex.

Chapter Eleven

End Notes:

Writing this made me love Alhaitham even more, and I didn't think that was possible.

Happy Halloween, everyone. Stay safe.

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deliriousbug · 26 days

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Going wayyyy back to the first caption gladiator s/o, can I request that same s/o being forced to resort to their gladiatorial combat and absolutely demolishing the opponent (maybe someone if the DJD?) and megatron being in awe and then finally having it CLICK that his s/o is not just the FIRST champion, but THE champion? The horror of the pits, the scourge of kaon, the lord of gladiators?

The DJD had found them again. Megatron had feared as much. Even with the combined force of every bot aboard the Lost Light, their chances of victory were slim. But there was nothing left to do except fight. Megatron had practically begged his lover to stay behind, to protect the ship and those who could not defend themselves, but they had refused. Vehemently. Although neither of them desired battle or bloodshed, they would force themselves into action, knowing damn well that they were the most powerful duo among the crew. The two fought side by side, managing to down Tesarus.

Megatron’s old war frame buzzed with adrenaline and his engine turned over loudly as he lifted a battered servo to rest it on his lover’s heaving shoulders. They gave him a weary smile and opened their mouth to speak, but a gunshot drowned them out. Megatron lurched from the force of the blast, optics blown wide in pain. He looked down to find a gaping hole through his waist. As he collapsed, he caught sight of Tarn stalking towards them, blaster smoking.

Megatron’s lover let out a strangled, anguished cry and charged at Tarn. They attacked with a frenzied fury, and Megatron had never seen them move so fast and light. As Ratchet rushed over to tend to him, he watched in both awe and concern as his lover let loose. They fought like legends of old were said to have fought; wild yet precise, quick yet powerful. Megatron thought he knew his lover. They were one of the first champion gladiators of the Pits. But the more he watched them, the clearer it became that even Tarn was no match for their completely unleashed skill and power, and the more Megatron came to realize that his lover wasn’t just one of the first champions. They were THE Champion Gladiator. The one legends were written about. The horror of the Pits. The scourge of Kaon. The lord of the gladiators. And that knowledge made his spark ache for them even more.

In what felt like mere moments, Megatron’s lover was standing over Tarn’s warm, twitching corpse, his spark in their servo. They’re covered in his energon, and the look in their optics was absolutely feral. They crushed Tarn’s spark and dropped it atop his cooling frame.

Megatron called out to them, and when they spotted him and ran over, they shoved Ratchet aside despite the old medic’s protests. Their frame clicked and whirred loudly and their bloodied servos trembled when they touched Megatron’s undamaged side.

He saw the darkness and the panic battling in their expression and lifted a servo to gently cup their face. They turned wild optics on him and it broke his spark to see this version of them —this version that they constantly told him they were terrified of— like a thick film covering their usually kind and warm optics.

“Come back to me, my love,” Megatron rumbled, voice rougher than usual from pain.

They shuttered their optics and leaned into his touch as they struggled to smother their old gladiator mindset. When they opened them again, there were tears beading on the rims.

Megatron pulled them against his chassis even though it hurt. “You did good, love,” he murmured. “But the fight’s over and I need you to focus back on us, on the present.” He kissed the crest of their helm adoringly. “You’re safe now,” he added. He didn’t mean from the current fight, nor from the tumultuous universe that surrounds them day and night. He meant only that they were safe from the Pits, safe from starvation and bloodsport. Safe from the past, but never the future.

#transformers #maccadam #megatron #transformers idw #transformers mtmte

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decepti-thots · 2 years

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an absolutely shocking number of people wanted me to talk about my thoughts on this post after i made it, lmao, so HERE WE GO, i'm gonna ramble in a very unstructured way about my dumbass theories regarding the development of… well actually a couple separate-but-linked subplots in MTMTE/LL. not about how they ended up, but about my theories as to what changed in the course of writing the comic and why.

specifically, what i have guessed might have changed in the development of rewind's subplot regarding finding agent 113 (dominus ambus in the final comic- we'll get to that below) and its overlap with the chromedome-prowl and DJD subplots.

big disclaimer: nothing i say here unless explicitly stated has been confirmed in any way by roberts, it's almost ALL wild theorising. i could easily be wrong about literally everything here, lmao, in fact i probably am! but ever since my second readthrough of the comic where my brain went 'wait, what was the motivation behind making rewind's dead husband minimus' brother when that connection never pays off??? roberts what???', combined with finding out that the cd-rw-prowl plot is one of the only ones confirmed to have dramatically changed from roberts' original plans, i have been. bizarrely obsessed with the whole mess of it. apologies in advance. but here we go.

first of all, the things that are confirmed, from jro directly:

the original plan for the chromedome-rewind-prowl stuff was that chromedome and prowl had been working together when chromedome met rewind; in this concept, prowl sent agent 113 to infiltrate the DJD and used chromedome as a plant at the relinquishment clinic to first shadowplay rewind into forgetting anything that could lead him to the truth, and then later to be a kind of 'minder' who followed rewind around and stop him finding out the truth. this is what prowl is referring to in the flashback scene prior to Overlord escaping where chromedome shadowplays him. the blackmail he was intended to be threatening to tell rewind there is that chromedome became his friend under prowl's orders, and false pretenses. the other major hint to this plan is the mention chromedome makes in issue #12 of rewind's supposed UV light allergy- this was originally chromedome making sure none of the marks were seen by medics. this plot is by word of god and the text of the comic itself a hundred percent gone in the final product. but it was not something roberts had committed to changing until AFTER the overlord arc, hence that infamous dangling thread that now has no clear explanation re: prowl's blackmail material.

relatedly, the original plan was for chromedome and rewind to just be friends for quite some time into roberts planning out the series' trajectory. even when actually writing the early issues, roberts was not sure if they would be romantic for a while, so he hedged his bets. (in the event hasbro said 'no' to his request to confirm cd/rw as married, he had a whole backup plan for tailgate and cyclonus.) in turn, it's generally assumed, though technically not confirmed, that e.g. this is also true of prowl and chromedome as partners, rewind and 113 as married, etc. it just logically follows. but yeah. all these original relationships were platonic or possibly, in one case, familial.

prior to writing the series, the first plan for agent 113/the person rewind was looking for was for him to be eject. it's not confirmed this was going to be eject as rewind's spark brother, but contextually, it seems pretty likely, since a) roberts has revisited the concept a few times, including with 113 once he's dominus, and b) the whole rewind/eject being near identitcal thing makes it an obvious approach- they're referred to in fan circles as 'twins' a lot the same as rumble and frenzy. at some point, late enough the notebooks covering "pre-production" outlines for MTMTE's first season do not mention him, Dominus Ambus becomes 113 instead.

so my big takeaway from thinking about this whole thing, to start off, is that the original plan probably involved agent 113 being vos. not the previous vos as we ended up with, but the vos we were introduced to as part of the DJD, the guy who turns into a sniper rifle and speaks in old cybertronian. there's some stuff early on when he's introduced that points to the idea that at the very least, the audience is supposed to consider this idea as plausible, namely:

agent 113 isn't first brought up in mtmte. he's first brought up as a mole the autobots have in the DJD in 'bullets', the prose story accompanying Last Stand of the Wreckers. first aid keeps an eye out for autobot badges on patients that have been shot because springer has told him that due to increasing paranoia about being caught as a spy, agent 113 insists on sending messages hidden in bullets shot at autobot soldiers, identifiable as his because they go very specifically through the right "eye" of his targets' autobrands. so 113 is a sniper/sharpshooter. and vos turns into a sniper rifle. one of the first times we see him is in a large spread where megatron is wielding him, in fact. this is then a significant plot point in mtmte later. (swerve and all that.)

vos has the quirk of only speaking "old cybertronian" that is unintelligble to many characters and the audience. the comic goes out of its way to make rewind knowing old cybertronian in mtmte a running gag early on (with the joke part being that he always gets the translation slightly wrong). not only is that a really specific link, but it feels totally plausible that the expected payoff is that only rewind recognises 113 when he speaks in old cybertronian, because he's heard it spoken before. (if 113 is originally eject, this makes a lot of sense; it relates to both of them being older than most of the cast, perhaps.)

dominus ambus is just. clearly not meant to be the pet as of when the pet and him are first designed in mtmte. lmao. and for that matter, minimus is clearly not designed to turn into a turbofox in his irreducible form. when we get the teeny tiny minimus reveal in RiL, it's really clear the idea is he looks very similar in both "forms"- same face, same colours, etc, but his irreducible form doesn't turn into anything. he has exposed ball joints like the internal 'skeletons' of TFs/toys and no kibble. the idea of 'he can't turn into anything, but he can wear armour to become whatever' is a pretty clear inference, right? (and was the dominant interpretation prior to the reveal dominus becomes a turbofox, ftr!) but to make dominus the pet, they have to design his internal form to look nothing like either his own armour OR minimus' internal form. that's… a pretty blatant retcon, imo! why is he a weird green colour when his armour is yellow? why does he have a fuckton of kibble and minimus is Nothing when in his irreducible form? retcon, baby.

so i really think that an early concept was that 113 was still an active spy in the DJD, and that this changed at some point, probably fairly early on but late enough the original seeds had been sown, with roberts doing a neat patch job to take the concept in another direction that still worked with his set up… but the question becomes WHY it changed. after all, none of the confirmed changes actually require altering that concept, so if i'm right, then why the hell would you change it?

my theory about why you'd have to change it relates to something else that has always confused me, which is where the really fun but kind of objectively batshit concept of 'rewind is making his new husband look for his dead husband he's still in love with, apparently has no idea why chromedome would be insecure about this' comes from. (it's great, i love it, but it doesn't strike me as an obvious storytelling beat to go for! it creates great storytelling opportunities because it's very… unintuitive for a love story, imo.)

which is that… they weren't originally married, which is kind of obvious in retrospect and ESPECIALLY now we know that 113 was originally eject! 'rewind doesn't realise chromedome might be insecure about his best friend looking for a guy from before they met he also cares for' is a way more obvious emotional beat when you think on it, imo! (plus it turning out to ACTUALLY be about chromedome's guilt because he knows where 113 is, ofc- there's the twist for the audience.) like. rewind thinking that is an ok thing to do with a friend is clearly the more intuitive plotline beat, versus 'rewind does this to his current husband who he is letting think he will replace'.

chromedome/rewind then winds up being romantic, and to match this, 113/rewind ALSO has to become romantic. right? otherwise, the then-still-a-misdirect of chromedome's jealousy makes no sense. why would chromedome be worried about a platonic friend replacing him as rewind's husband? so now, 113 is rewind's dead husband all of a sudden. (sidenote: this also makes the very bizarre backstory re: the wild power imbalance between dominus and rewind a lot more… understandable? if it was not envisioned as them getting married on the part of the author.)

maybe eject has already been replaced when this idea slots into place, or maybe dominus is conceived in part to allow for this element in a way that makes sense. you can't really tell in this theory. (in a similar way, puzzling out whether he's related to minimus because the idea was there for minimus to be a loadbearer and it created a way to make him 113 came first, or if it was the reverse, is hard to tell. ftr, when the magnus armour is referenced in the notebooks, it does NOT contain reference to minimus; magnus is just a small person who has been given augmented armour in those drafts.) (this has also always bugged me. WHY is rewind's dead husband also minimus' brother when the narrative doesn't do anything with that connection!!! wellll. that's one possibility. lmao.)

the original plan for chromedome to be in on it with prowl and 113- to have manipulated and lied to rewind, and for all of them to, essentially, have screwed him around- was changed by roberts because chromedome/rewind became romantic. he decided, imo completely rightly, that the subtext there with a romantic pairing was just wrong tonally and way too uncomfortable. you're getting into straight up gaslighting abuse, and for the first romantic couple of the series, and one of the first ever m/m pairings in TF, i mean… yeeeeah.

but this creates kind of a discrepency. because 113 is still fucking rewind over in this scenario. suddenly it goes from 'multiple friends of rewind turn out to have collectively been deceiving him' to 'both rewind's husbands have been deceiving him' to 'well rewind's NEW husband is completely innocent, he had nothing to worry about all along cause if they ever find dominus, he's the one who is a dick now' which like. that is not a satisfying conclusion to the conflicts set up wherein rewind proves that he is not so stuck in the past he won't choose chromedome over dominus if he has to, or where chromedome has to learn rewind really does unconditionally love him and he's not replaceable. right? it's a cheap get out of jail free card there.

and THAT'S why i would guess that if 113 was gonna be vos, it got changed. people have noted that dominus is easy to read as implicitly a bit of dick in mtmte when you think about it- he ran off without telling rewind, after all. but only when you think about it. this makes sense in the original concept. it doesn't really have a good option of payoff once chromedome is not nearly as bad himself. and in this theory, dominus doesn't so much get changed so he wasn't at all a dick about it, he just… gets moved out of focus with the "domestication" explanation. suddenly, instead of a potential confrontation between rewind, chromedome and 113 in dying of the light, to name one possible example, you have the revelation that dominus has been out of action this whole time, and now he can instead be a catalyst for a conclusion between chromedome and rewind. it's a little bit of sleight of hand. it means the audience isn't thinking about that in DotL. they're thinking about cd/rw, not dominus, even when he's right there. (a macguffin of a character til the end…)

and now you know the insane and completely unverifiable theory that has percolated in my brain to explain some of that whole plot's weirdness the past, oooh, 3 years or so. very good chance none of it's true but it's the best i have and it just drove me INSANE because i've reread everything relating to cdrw and minimus in mtmte SO much that the weird gaps nagged me constantly. this is what it's like being me. yes, it's annoying for me too. but for those who were wondering: here you go. 2200 words of this:

#meta #well. wild mass guessing bullshit anyway.#what else am i gonna tag it.#idw #rewind #dominus ambus #chromedome #cdrw

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I imagine some of the servants like Cu, Robin and Mori (idk why I just think Mori can hunt and he does hunt bears often) would bring back their catches to A. To show off and B. To share food with master and ya know the way to master's heart is through her stomach. Got any hcs based on this??

Hello anon, thank you very much for the request. Usually I don't allow requests with four characters, but as this is my final batch (possibly forever), I will make an exception for this!!!!

Also sorry, but I am going to have to change your request a little bit to 'eating together with master' just because I think it would be even more fun to take various possible approaches to this. Like what if one guy does it as part of a date, the other one does it whilst you're farming together, and another just hands you the food to show off his killing prowess?

Note: Fem! master, hunting/ killing wild animals, cooking wild animals, the outdoors.

Lancer Cu, Robin Hood and Mori Nagayoshi Eating Together with Master (Fem! Master)

Lancer Cu

✩ From hunting ferocious animals such as wild boar, to being a seasoned fisherman; Cu takes great pride in his hunting abilities.

✩ Enjoying a lengthy forest hike under an endless canopy of verdant trees, the two of you bask within the natural scenery; as you make headway through vast lengths of grass, passing many interesting and wonderful creatures along the way. The two of you liked to go on outings such as these at times, enjoying spending time with one another.

✩ The conversation eventually takes a natural turn towards the topic of food and hunger- your stomach rumbling as you talk passionately about the foods you enjoy. Your haul of shared snacks was starting to run extremely thin, and you were hungry as hell! Finding that to be pretty cute, he laughs.

✩ Chipping in with a few legendary tales of his own, the two of you engage within some lighthearted banter on what you could possibly eat today (especially within a forest as isolated and remote as the one you were currently traipsing through). For Lancer though, this made for the perfect timing to pull out yet another special 'trick' of his...

✩ "Heh, you really seem to appreciate some good food, huh? How about I treat you to a good catch as thanks for today! Ever tried boar before?" As you shake your head to signal a 'no', Lancer's eyes twinkle with joy. If that was the case, then you'd be in for a real treat tonight.

✩ Whether it's a stroke of bad or good luck is anybody's guess, but the two of you had the misfortune of encountering one of the deadliest Demonic Boars known to man, miasma pooling from its tusks as it angrily barrels towards you. Though you feel scared, to Cu; such a challenge is exactly within his element!

✩ Swiftly scooping you out of harm's way, he delves head-first into his battle frenzy, as him and the boar have a rather heated showdown.

✩ However, one thing is certain. Though he could've likely ended the battle pretty quickly if he tried, thanks to him wishing to show off to you the sheer extent of his skills as a spearman; be prepared for bouts of spear-twirling, elegant leaps and dashing attacks that transform the battle almost into a beautiful dance.

✩ Feeling your eyes watching every moment of this exchange, Lancer's heart sings with joy. He hopes that you're enjoying this just as much as he is (and if it gets you excited, then all the better).

✩ Eventually, he FINALLY kills the boar; his tightly-fitted spandex figure overshadowed by the humongous creature that he hauls over his shoulders; clearly proud of his catch. When you praise him for the exciting show, he beams from ear-to-ear with bliss.

✩ Once you finally find a safe clearing for the day, as the two of you kindle a warm fire; the stars shimmer brightly within the night sky as you roast massive chunks of boar meat together under the fire.

✩ Was the meat delicious? Well...that may be up for debate. But one thing is for certain- it was made with a lot of care.

Robin Hood

🍃 Nature is like a second home to Robin Hood. It's where he made a living, met many great allies and had a good time. So when you asked for his help with farming materials for ascension as well as collecting supplies for the canteen, Robin was pleased that you'd look to him for assistance!

🍃 What starts off as a rather casual bout of farming becomes a guide to foraging, as Robin Hood guides you through what plants have medicinal qualities, as well as the herbs he'd recommend for you to stock the kitchen with.

🍃 Though he initially planned to only fulfil his duties and leave, your curiosity and rampant interest in nature inadvertently brought out his more talkative side. (Though he's not quite chuffed by this at first, he's secretly having a very good time!)

🍃 Time passes as if it's a blur, your stomach signaling that it's finally time to eat. As you blush slightly at the powerful gurgling of your ravenous belly, Robin smirks slightly as he cracks a small joke. "Haha, I almost mistook that rumbling as a sign of an enemy threat! Say, master. I'll get some grub for us. That's one of my duties as a Servant, after all!"

🍃 Well the two are you are in luck, for the abominable chicken foes that have become a staple of many FGO events are populating this area (though it shouldn't be geographically possible). As soon as he sees them far away in the distance- he certainly has a keen sense of sight- Robin shoots you the peace sign as he conceals his physical form.

It's time for the hunt!

🍃 And with that, he's off! Like a master of natural terrain, Robin Hood glides throughout the trees, an invisible shadow swiftly creeping behind unsuspecting chicken foes, and striking them solidly in the vitals with his nifty crossbow . Rather than taking them head-on, Robin tackles his foes from the sidelines. Instead of making a spectacle of his skills, Robin Hood is slightly more low-key focusing more on how he can be of use instead.

🍃 By the time he's back, he has a massive haul of chicken carcasses. As you compliment him for his impressive skills, Robin hood awkwardly scratches his face, blushing slightly from your praise. It certainly did feel good for him to have such value in your eyes, even if it would be somewhat of a struggle for him to admit that aloud.

🍃 But there was one glaring issue... Robin's arrows contained poison. Which meant that poison would be in the chicken carcasses as well, right? As you brought that up to a bemused Robin, his own eyes widened a little at how much you remembered about how his weaponry works. However, he reassures you that things will be okay, he has a few strategies up his sleeve to drain the poison out so that neither of you would be affected- only then for him to also recall your anti-poison stat as well.

🍃 Finding this to be rather funny, his grin widens. It seemed like the two of you had grown to know each other pretty well... a warm feeling seeps through his chest at that. He's so glad that he could meet a master as loyal as you, who had a genuine interest in people like him.

🍃 As you help him with the preparations and feast over some chicken over a fire grill together, the two of you continue talking about everything and nothing all at once, conversation flowing freely through the cerulean skies.

Mori Nagayoshi

☼ Mori Nagayoshi loves the thrill of the kill. Whether it's a strong opponent or a ferocious beast, he finds great pleasure in taking down his foes; relishing in the bloodshed and glory. However, now that he's working in your service, Mori has discovered something else...he also loves it when you praise him for such efforts.

☼ Wondering how he can repay you for your continued support of him as a vassal, he decides to showcase his very best to you, by going on his lonesome to catch a tremendous beast- one like no other...

☼ "Oi, Master! This is good timing, I've finally found ya. Check this out!!!" Beaming from ear to ear like a cheerful angel of death; blood marring his entire body, as his dangerously sharp teeth glint with glee; Mori Nagayoshi knocks upon your door one evening. "I hope you'll be excited, 'cause I've got the greatest offering for you yet! Hehe."

☼ As you greet him, unsurprised by his heavily soiled form; your eyes widen to saucers as you regard the absolutely enormous... bear? Beast? Monster(?) that was sprawled out against the once clinically clean metallic flooring of the Chaldea Halls. Looking back and forth between the floor and Mori's bloodied form, he rocks on his feet with anticipation at how you were going to thank him for his kill.

☼ You compliment him on his strength on destroying such a gigantic creature (which fills him with such an exquisite sense of joy), however you question him as to what is meant to happen next. "Eh...I ain't sure myself...didn't quite think that far. But trust me, bear meat is fucking great!"

☼ And just like that, an "aha!" moment of inspiration strikes between you both. Seeing as you were hungry and hadn't eaten dinner yet, how about making some bear? Mori finds the prospect exciting, glad to share his tips on skinning and cooking the meat. "Thanks, master. I'm looking forward to cooking with you."

☼ Despite the stench and terrifying figure of blood- encrusted form, you are so overcome with happiness that you leap right into a hug, which he returns tenfold; twirling you in the air. The cheer is palpable between you both, as he finally lets you go to clean himself up a bit.

☼ Thus, for the remainder of the night, both of you prepare a bloody feast, the warm bear stew soothing both your insides. Though it's been a chaotic interlude, you were glad to be spending such a great time by Mori's side.

☼ As for Mori himself, an unspeakably mellow feeling reigns within his heart, sentimentality gripping his chest. To not flee in fear at the sight of such an unusual gift, and to accept his unique form of affection so wholeheartedly... Mori was unsure on how to express such gratitude.

#cu chulainn #lancer cu chulainn #robin hood #mori nagayoshi #fate series #fgo #fgo headcanons #mastersona #gilgawriting #awooga awooga #yes i used powerpoint to help slot all the bois into one image

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