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fallenneziah · 1 year

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Dating the Transformers Decepticon Boys.

Some little headcanons for some of the boys.

Shockwave:

Small hand in big hand, small hand in big hand!

Shockwave is reserved. Once in a relationship with you he has to come to terms with the emotions he thought he would never feel again. So he takes his time in coming to know both you and these new ideas and feelings that are surrounding him.

He's horny.

Despite being alone most of the time and focusing on his sciences, Shockwave will not pass up a single opportunity to get down in the berth. At first he would not interface at all, but now he likes to get in time at least once every couple of days, a week at most.

He's jealous. Easily too.

Another emotion he isn't used to it jealously, so when someone does something to turn that switch, whether it be talking, staring, or touching, he will lose it.

Everyone is already pretty scared of him, like Soundwave, he doesn't need to say or do much to make a point. But he will strain his stance above yours and shadow you with his structure. He'll burn his look into their soul until they get the hint and scurry.

His love language is gifts. He loves to present you with his projects and make different things for you. And he won't say it, but he will cherish every little trinket you bring him in return.

Behind closed doors when his work is put out of the way he is very affectionate. He wouldn't say it but he never thought you'd want him in a berth because of his lack of s left arm. But you two got around it and you make sure to nestle little compliments into your conversations.

Knockout:

One hundred percent the guy who will come around behind you as you use his tools and guide your hands while whispering the instructions in your ear.

A tease.

He loves to drop subtle hints around the Nemesis and will kiss you around the hallways.

Everytime you come back from a mission he urges you to the medbay and will look all over you for scratches or dents. Same before you leave, he wants to make sure those puny Autobots see his sparkmate at their best.

He is a tease, but he doesn't have as high a sex drive as someone like Predaking or Makeshift for example. He enjoys a good frag, but blow jobs under the operating table are his favorite kind of intimacy.

He is very jealous. Not in an insecure way, he is very sure in his image. However, he doesn't like when others make sly compliments about your frame. Sure, they can tell you how amazing your paint is or the curve of your hips, but if it's anything explicit he will be very upset. He'll threaten them with his blades, "If you want one so bad, why don't I give you a new look!" Or something along those lines.

If he's feeling more chill and sly, he'll walk over during the conversation and slip his servo against your hip plating. He'll caress your waist and watch with the smirk of the devil as the mech or femme slowly comes to realization.

He loves when you compliment him. His love language is words of affirmation and gifts, so you'll find a miniature version of his vehicle mode next to your bed or some other kind of trinket.

Predaking:

Very, very, very protective.

He makes sure to put any unworthy mech or femme in their place. The second anyone - even Megatron looks at you funny it is on.

He has a very high sex drive and will often leave you locked in your berth for hours just so he can love on you. He's mindful of your body however. He'll make sure to mark you his up and down your frame from your neck cables to your ankles.

He was eager to learn about you when he met you. He found an instant attraction and his long dormant mating protocols would roar to life every time you looked his way.

He will court you with shiny objects he finds. Often bringing back sharp scrap metal or rocks. He adores giving you gifts, but touch is his love language.

He could sit in his bed and hold you close until the world exploded. As long as you are with him he feels at peace and confident.

He was very shy around you at first. He wasn't a clumsy doufas, but he would show off his strength by straightening his stance and glaring down other mechs. He enjoyed showing off his beast form in front of you and would act so confident and put together. The second you opened a conversation with him. The poor boy couldn't put a sentance together he was so embarrassed and nervous.

Predaking is un-fucking-touchable. When the Vehicons or the commanders see the markings along your frame they steer clear. If any unlucky 'con is so dumb enough to get on Predaking's turf and even attempt to court his mate it's over. There is no point in running. Death in inevitable.

Either that or he will beat them to near death.

Once your back in his arms he'll hold you close the rest of the day and growl lowly at anyone who comes near.

The only person he trusts to be around you is Shockwave. As a predacon he is constantly in protect mode and anything that is his will be protected until he dies.

Megatron:

Megatron took a liking to you quickly. You caught his eye with how fluent you were with your tasks and how reputable you were on the battlefield.

Only the most powerful and fit can be his mate, and he thought you were perfect. So, he decided you were his. He wasn't exactly sure how to get your attention or how to work a relationship all that well. So he just started telling the vehicons you were his until you found out. When confronted with the facts he seemed only slightly embarrassed and more confused. "Yes..?"

You told him you'd think about it so Megatron let it be. Manz is impatient as fuck. He was so head over heels for you that if you couldn't make your mind then he would court you.

Poems. Poems. Poems. EVERYWHERE.

He would leave them on your desk, in your room, anywhere he knew you would see it. With respect of the vehicons because if they caught him being such a simp it would end his career.

He doesn't have the highest sex drive, but he enjoys fragging as much as the next 'con. Once he gets you in his room he will keep you there until he sees fit for you to leave. And whatever happens in that time happens.

He's also less of a jealous person and more protective. If someone makes s suggestive move or talks to you in a certain way he will act. Commanding and assured he will back them off and get you in his arms to protect you.

His love language is words of affirmation. He will praise you when you have done something good and you do so in return. He definitely enjoys it.

Starscream:

I can't decide between these two so I will leave them here... He is either super horny all the time, or, like Megatron he has a lower sex drive but once in the berthroom it can last quite a while. Round after round.

He gets flustered around you easily. He'll stammer and try to appear smaller and more innocent like he does when he is in trouble with Megatron.

Once he gets his hands on you however he is a tease to Cybertron and back. He will whisper words in your ears while you work or give your aft a pinch as you're walking by.

He doesn't hide your relationship either. Every seeker that exists knows of you two. He's not afraid to be open and deliberate about how you two are.

Therefore, most on the Nemesis are aware you are taken and busy themselves elsewhere. Those few who do might just get away with it.

Starscream is the most jealous out of everyone on the Nemesis. He is very insecure about himself and everything in general. All he is confident in are his dumb plans and his backstabbing ways.

Of a much larger mech attempted to court you he might just leave you to handle it. You're capable of saying no right? And if you don't then he'll be spark broken.

If it's a Vehicon or a seeker he will feel much more confident in himself. Often times using his rank to boss people away from you and back to work. But when he can't hide behind his rank he gets much more nervous. Overall, you're kind of on your own if things get physical.

"You scratch my back, I scratch yours," His love language is definitely acts of service/favors, and words of affirmation. He loathes getting praises and is a sucker for the treatment. But he also enjoys doing favors for something in return, and vice versa.

Soundwave:

An absolute cuddle bug in bed. When no one is looking he'll scoop you up in his large arms and hug you against his chest.

He never confessed his attraction, you came to him. He refused to confess, but he would leave you sweet notes and quotes from popular poems whenever he could.

He acts cold and distant but you know better. Soundwave isn't a mech who is known for his emotions. He does not speak and you are not an exception. The relationship can often feel one-sided and conversation is limited, but you find peace in it.

Your relationship is way underground and no one even suspects that the two of you are into each other. So when someone asks you out nervously on a date, you couldn't blame the guy.

Soundwave isn't jealous. He has learned to work around his emotions and has very good control over his outbursts. So before you respond he'll reply, "Negative." In a deep, almost threatening voice. Usually followed by you apologizing and explaining you are already taken and going about your business.

It's simple.

But if you are defied and they continue to push, he'll simply get Laserbeak to chase him away for a while.

You are very appreciative of Soundwave and all that he does for you. He love to kiss his faceplate and around his collar fins. And he enjoys it. He'll lean info you and purr happily as you kiss along his jaw.

Soundwave's love language can differ from time to time, but he most enjoys quality time with you. Even if he's working and drowned out in tasks he enjoys the presence you bring to the cold room. If your rambling on he'll do his best to listen.

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Apologies for any spelling mistakes :/

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kiwiana-writes · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

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Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! Having a very weird relationship with my words at the moment, so skipping ahead to a fun part to hopefully shake something loose, even if it is a bit clunky.

Alex wakes slowly, awareness coming back to him by degrees. He feels suspiciously well-rested, no sign of the twinge behind his temples that he’s grown used to over the last few years, an unavoidable consequence of late night emails and early morning phone calls. He’s almost unbearably warm, weighted down by the blankets tucked up under his nose and the arm— —there’s an arm wrapped around his waist. There should definitely not be an arm wrapped around his waist. Alex clearly remembers going to sleep last night, clad in sweatpants and an almost-threadbare Claremont 2020 t-shirt, the last of the adrenaline finally gone from his system, and very, very alone. He turns carefully, mentally running through the security protocols he went through when he was first elected to Congress and wondering if any of them covered ‘someone breaks into your house and cuddles you, for some fucking reason’, only to find himself staring at the last face he would ever have expected to see. He rears back, realising as he half-falls out of the bed that he’s very, very naked, and yanks the cover off the bed to wrap around his waist as he does his level best to stave off a panic attack. “You’re far too awake for a Sunday morning.” Prince fucking Henry, of all people, stretches slowly, as though it’s completely normal for him to be in—well, not Alex’s bed, actually, now he’s taking the chance to look around the room, his gaze landing everywhere except the nemesis-turned-distance-acquaintance who is, based on the glimpse Alex got as he was fucking around with the bedding, equally naked. “Come back to bed, love.”

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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flirty hero x flustered villain + spice pls i am a sucker for this dynamic and u write it so well

“Stop moving like that or this is gonna get more intimate than you want to,” the hero ordered, their chest pressed against the villain’s. Suddenly, they grinned and leaned in, their lips brushing the villain’s ear. “Or is that what you want?”

The villain said nothing which…was unaccountable. It was true that they didn’t talk much but most of the time, they had an answer on their lips.

In the darkness, the hero couldn’t really see their reaction, but they could hear the shaky breath.

“Maybe I want that,” the villain said after a few seconds of silence. Their voice was adorably quiet, their grip on the hero tighter than before.

“Careful what you wish for…” The hero’s hand followed a seam on the back of the villain’s uniform all the way down. All the way down.

The villain took in a sharp breath.

“Now tell me, my pretty villain. What are you doing in my agency?”

“I—” The hero’s hand squeezed softly. The villain’s voice was weak. “Woah—”

They threw their head back against the wall and the walls were so thin it even made the shelf full of cleaning supplies next to them shake.

“Baby,” the hero said gently. “Start using that pretty mouth of yours or I’ll find other ways to make use of it.”

God, the hero loved this. The villain was a total nerd. Broadly speaking. And the hero wanted to devour them.

It was “surprising” to see them here. The villain wasn’t made for field work, no, they were in their element behind the screen. They were a genius. They were good with their fingers.

When the hero had seen them in the fake uniform, they’d decided not to show up to their many meetings today. It looked too good. And even though the villain wasn’t good in the field, their physicality could’ve suggested otherwise.

“My love,” the hero said. Their hand came up to the villain’s throat. Of course they didn’t squeeze, they just held them, feeling soft skin on rough hands, being close, being connected in some strange way. “I love that you’re here, did you miss me?”

“Yes,” the villain whispered. Their voice was shaking again. That satisfied the hero and they couldn’t help but grin.

“Say it. Say that you missed me, sweetheart.”

“I missed you,” the villain said. Their breath was on the hero’s neck which was beyond delicate. It was pure heaven. “…please kiss me.”

They said it so fast, the hero almost missed it.

“Fuck, baby…you know I can’t…” the hero said. “They track everything I do.”

“I could reprogram the protocol,” the villain suggested. “I could…ahh—”

The hero had sunk their teeth into the villain’s neck carefully. Their tongue ran over the bite mark a few times until they started sucking.

They hadn’t thought this would happen. They hadn’t thought they’d see their nemesis today and pull them into a storeroom and give them a hickey. But god, they enjoyed it. They enjoyed the little moans and the soft skin and how the villain held them tighter.

Maybe they were already lost. But the hero had stopped caring about that a long time ago. This was what they needed.

They needed this. They needed the villain. But they also knew when to be reserved. They had to keep their own heartbeat down.

They’d have what they wanted soon enough.

When they were done, they pulled away, their lips hovering over the hickey.

“I know your friends are trying to rob us right now. They will find nothing, they won’t be hunted down. Not today. My orders.” They looked at the villain and could’ve sworn their eyes widened. “I know you’re here as a distraction. I just didn’t know when you’d come.”

They tilted their head, their index finger touching their enemy’s burning cheek.

“Show them the hickey, darling. At least one part of their plan worked.”

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anxiousandindenial · 1 month

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I hopped on a very very old train. I turned the Sanders Sides into SCPs. These are all made up by me. I will be releasing their 'files' one by one, each week, for the next few weeks. Understand that these are not nor will they likely ever be part of the official SCP database, as hey are based on characters from another source, and draw pretty heavily. If anyone makes art of this, I will love you forever, until the day that I die and go to Hell and beyond.

First up, we have the wonderful Logan Sanders, who is now:

Item #: SCP-18175 (L.O.G.A.N.)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-18175 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-████. The chamber is to be equipped with reinforced steel walls and an observation window. Security personnel are to monitor SCP-18175 at all times via closed-circuit cameras.

SCP-18175's containment procedures require Dr. ███████ to enter the containment chamber at least once per hour for routine checks and interaction. In the event of SCP-18175 becoming agitated, security personnel are to engage in de-escalation protocols until the anomaly returns to a calm state.

Under no circumstances is SCP-18175 to interact with █████ █████. All personnel must adhere to this protocol strictly.

Description: SCP-18175 is a robotic entity resembling ██████████ composed of unidentified metal-like plates. When calm, the gaps between these plates emit a dark blue glow, while its ocular sensors emit a similar hue. However, when agitated, the glow transitions to an intense orange, and SCP-18175 displays aggressive behavior towards any nearby individuals.

The significance of the designation "L.O.G.A.N." remains uncertain, though it appears to hold emotional significance for the anomaly. Further research is required to elucidate its meaning.

SCP-18175 exhibits technopathic abilities, allowing it to █████████ ████ ███ ██████████ ██████████ ███████ ██████ ███ ████████. The entity becomes increasingly agitated when left unattended for extended periods, with a threshold of approximately three days before agitation manifests.

The composition beneath SCP-18175's metal plates remains unknown, as attempts to investigate its internal structure have been unsuccessful.

SCP-18175 was recovered on ██/██/████ from ██████ City. Its origin and potential connections to other anomalies, including SCP ██ , warrant further investigation.

Update: Following continued interviews conducted by Dr. ███████, SCP-18175 disclosed the meaning behind its designation. "L.O.G.A.N." serves as an acronym for "Lethal Operations Guardian And Nemesis."

Update: Due to repeated attempts by SCP-18175 to access █████ ██ ███████, containment protocols have been revised to ensure spatial separation between the anomaly and the restricted files.

Update: Dr. ███████ has proposed the hypothesis that SCP-18175 may consist of two distinct anomalies, designated SCP-18175-1 and SCP-18175-2. SCP-18175-1, identified as L.O.G.A.N., exhibits docile behavior, whereas SCP-18175-2, which we have classified as The Warbot, manifests as an aggressive antagonist triggered by SCP-18175-1's emotional state. Notably, SCP-18175-1 appears to lack awareness of SCP-18175-2's actions.

Update: Following multiple incidents involving SCP-18175-2's hostile behavior, Dr. ███████ has recommended termination of SCP-18175.

Update: SCP-18175 has evaded containment, with Dr. ███████ present during its disappearance. Dr. ███████ has declined to provide further information regarding the incident. Investigations into the anomaly's whereabouts are ongoing.

@thatsthat24

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mychlapci · 20 days

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Your fans requested more and Synth-En Anon is here to answer.

Clearly they need bait to lure Ratchet in and who better than the newly amnesiac and reacquired Orion. Clearly the Council enforcers kidnapped Orion to lure their poor sire into their clutches and now Orion has to help them get him back. Orion who may have had a few fantasies about Ratchet and Megatron is more than willing to believe he would have gotten knocked up willingly. And Megatron being with him is only making it better.

Ratchet doesn't even hesitate when he gets lured into the Nemesis which is cleared of all soldiers by Soundwave luring him to Megatron’s trap (pussy trap to be specific).

If only Starscream hadn't chosen the absolute worst day to steal Energon and get in the way. Ratchet just full on bodies him and Starscream assumes the begging position which Ratchet running hot and not thinking clearly takes as submission so he just takes him once much too quickly and enough to stun him before dragging him with him to the room where all his carriers are gathered.

Megatron has smugly had them all arranged there.

Vehicon and Orion have been bonding as a distraction while Orion fusses over him and a distinctly more awkward Dreadwing. Orion has expectations about how a nest is run and is happily and gently bullying them into it while helping Soundwave with projects when he's bored. Pregnancy brain has made him a lot less suspicious and when Ratchet comes rushing in he sees all his carriers cuddling together and rubbing each others bellies sprawled out and Orion smiling at him pleases he's “home” and just throws Starscream in the pile–he scream as he lands on Dreadwing who quickly secures him while Ratchet fucks and cuddles Orion, dragging Vehicon the biggest and most neglected into it immediately. Starscream wants desperately to sneak away but Dreadwing has a grip on him and at this point Ratchet's pseudo-rut is affecting him.

He doesn't get long to wait anyway before Orion, smiling at the newest member and recognizing him from the news, happily welcomes him and drags him into a threesome. Dreadwing is the last huffing slightly but also immediately needy once he's got the chance instincts relaxing. Megatron comes in prepared to be smug but not prepared for the combination of languid post-sex Optimus plus all his other fellow carriers and Ratchet. His speech is almost immediately out of his mind as he's shoves down and into while Orion scolds Ratchet to be gentler while Ratchet says he can take it and Orion huffs moving down to hold Megatron’s hands and lay his head in his laugh to coo over him like he's been doing with everyone.

The room is not vacated for several days when Ratchet guarding the thoroughly exhausted pile in His Room from Soundwave points out they need to negotiate some kind of peace offering because with carrier protocols fully active Megatron and half of his high command isn't leaving and they need him more than he cares about them.

Meanwhile, Ultra Magnus gets called in early dragging in Wheeljack to plot a rescue.

-Ratchet Synth-En Anon

OHOho so Optimus still loses his memory, huh. With Ratchet’s siring coding pushing against his rational brain, that has to be a hellish situation. He just wants his carrier back. He wants all his carriers herded together in one nest where he will take care of them and his next generation.

He disappears from the base one day and everyone knows the siring coding won. It’s tricky like that.

Optimus - Orion is so clueless, he has no idea why everyone is squirming and nervous. Perhaps they’ve just gone too long without seeing Ratchet, the lack of a sire taking a great toll on their health. Once Ratchet is back, everyone is too fucked out and full of transfluid to worry about what Megatron’s plan is. Well, he has robbed the autobots of two soldiers, that’s good. That’s gotta be enough. That, and the new decepticon heirs on the way. He might have not really thought this out. Perhaps carrier coding is to blame.

mhmmm getting Magnus involved early for a rescue mission… Megatron probably keeps Ratchet out of it, so he doesn’t immediately recognize Magnus nor does he differentiate between autobots or decepticons, he’s just a plain intruder in his nest. They can’t drag Optimus off the ship and recover his memories because Ratchet won’t allow it and oh no… now Magnus has been dragged into the nest as well.

#valveplug #synth-en #dubcon #pregnancy mention #heat cycles #texty

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Yo! Special delivery! *kicks down door*

So it’s safe to assume that TFP Soundwave has lost Buzzsaw, Ratbat, Frenzy, and Rumble and only had Laserbeak left. One could only imagine how much pain and grief that brings Soundwave but his Carrier codes must be going insane at the sight of humans given that cassettes and humans are ruffle the same height and are chaotic in nature.

I also imagine that his codes go crazy at the sight of children, so~ add Jack, Raf, and Miko to a still grieving Soundwave, who’s protocols are SCREAMING at him that those three cassette sparklings need him.

I LOVE this idea. Thank you for throwing this request at me! Now I have an excuse to write about my fav spy master.

Organic Cassette Sparklings

To Soundwave, his cassettes were his everything. His mind and body belonged to the Decepticons and Megatron, but his spark was only for his little ones. As such the loss of his cassettes one by one in short succession very nearly drove him mad from grief. He was blessed to still have Laserbeak, but she was also suffering from the loss of her brothers.

Soundwave thought time would heal the wounds in his spark, but it didn't. It anything, the pain from the loss of so many of his cassettes grew worse as if time was an infection slowly festering within his shattered self. By the time he arrived on earth, he was so lost that he could hardly think beyond his orders, his sense of being so broken that he couldn't bring himself to care. The only reason he still marched onward was because of Laserbeak, his last remaining cassette. But sometimes even she wasn't enough, sometimes he just wanted everything to end- to return to silence.

On those days he left the nemesis behind and went to the ground to try and shake his thoughts. It didn't work all that often, but it was better than the sickening monotony of his room on the nemesis and the constant problems that always popped up. More often than not he just wandered around the area nearest to the nemesis's coordinates. But after being deployed on a mission on the ground for the first time in centuries, Soundwave found himself stunned as his instincts screamed at him.

Right in front of him were three small organics, human children he knew to be under the care of the Autobots. But as he looked upon their terrified faces and their small shaking forms, all he could see were three cassette sparklings that needed a carrier to protect and nurture them. He would have snatched them up right then and there if it weren't for orders coming straight from Megatron demanding he return. Even then he still hesitated, taking a photo of the children and burning every detail of their forms into his processors for later analysis. And when all was said and done and Soundwave was back on the nemesis, he actually felt alive for once. Laserbeak felt similarly after looking at the images taken of the children. Soundwave wanted to care for cassettes, his carrier instincts demanded it, and Laserbeak wanted siblings. They agreed and soon after threw aside anything not related to finding a way to get the human children in their possession, or at least find a way to gain interaction with them.

It was a difficult thing to figure out, mainly because organics require different care than cassettes, but Soundwave spent weeks dutifully reading parenting books, biology texts, phycology papers, education documents, and medical websites until he felt sure of himself. Then he slowly began accumulating things small organic cassettes would need. Laserbeak did most of the collecting (not that she minded), often bringing soft fabrics, the odd piece of furniture, and enough canned food to last a nuclear winter. Then once they got everything in order, Soundwave made his move, heading to every battle secretly to watch and see if the human children were present or not. And this he did for months until at last the opportunity came, one he did not miss.

Taking care to ensure none saw him, Soundwave snatched up the human children and hurriedly put them into his carrying chamber which he had fixed up beforehand to not be harmful to the children. Then before anyone could react, (Autobot or Decepticon) Soundwave took to the air and returned to the nemesis as if he had never left. Not even Megatron suspected a thing as Soundwave stalked back to his chambers, locked the door, let Laserbeak get settled, and finally pulled the children out.

They were decidedly unhappy if their screams were anything to go by. But Soundwave expected such a response, Rumble and Frenzy behaved similarly when he first took them in as well. Soundwave was accustomed to having to take things slow and let his little cassettes warm up to him. Besides, he had spent plenty of time learning what humans needed. He was feeling fairly confident in his ability to have the children relax around him eventually. And for six whole months, Soundwave had the children in his care, unknown to anyone and kept safely hidden away where only he and laserbeak knew.

Rafael was the first to warm up to Soundwave, caving in around two weeks into being under Soundwave's supervision. Soundwave paid special attention to him due to his need for glasses and his young age. The spy master was very dutiful in collecting food that met all of the nutritional requirements of human adolescents, and he took extra care to ensure Rafael was always able to get to his glasses. He would regularly pat Rafael on the head, ruffling his hair with gentleness reserved for his cassettes. He would teach Rafael bits and pieces of Cybertronian while also ensuring that the boy was taught things the human documents said were normal for his age group. This task was not at all hard considering the relative simplicity of human education, so Soundwave may or may not have thrown a few more advanced subjects into the boy's education as well.

Rafael for his part adapted well to being in Soundwave's care. He learned quickly that no harm would come to him and came to even enjoy being with Soundwave even if he longed to return to the ground and the Autobots. He was fond of Soundwave and took pride in doing things Cybertronian young performed, which always earned him a loving nuzzle from his originally unwanted Cybertronian caretaker. Laserbeak for her part loved to sit with Rafael during his studies and play games with him, mainly some form of ball or a version of chess not too dissimilar from the human version. All in all, Rafael was content, if a little cooped up.

Miko was the second child to crack as she came to find herself enjoying listening to music with Soundwave and being caught before she could escape. While at first it was a desperate bid for freedom, it turned into a game and even a learning experience as Soundwave taught her how to better hide and use her size to her advantage in combat. By the time month three rolled around, she was invested in her studies with Soundwave and regularly sat on his shoulder to listen to music with him, often singing along happily and play fighting with Laserbeak. She hated being cooped up, but she liked being able to watch what happened on the nemesis, even going so far as to suggest funny pranks to Soundwave (who on occasion actually implemented the pranks because it was what his little cassette wanted).

Soundwave always took great care to foster Miko's musical capabilities, teaching her songs from Cybertron and showing her how to play sized down versions of their instruments. And while he did school her in other things, music was her passion and he did not take that from her, instead encouraging it and helping her to channel it into something practical. She was a small organic cassette, she needed a defense, so Soundwave gave her a set of blasters which would hook up to her instrument. Of course he kept it offline or at a low setting, but Miko loved the gift nonetheless. She especially came to love using it in mock battles with Laserbeak who would play dead to give Miko the gratification of victory.

Jack was the last to crack, taking nearly four months before he fully accepted Soundwave's affection. Soundwave took extra care of Jack's emotional state, mainly because it reminded him greatly of Frenzy, his emotionally scarred and battered cassette. He went to great lengths to make Jack comfortable and to help the boy work through his panic attacks and other mental issues. And surprisingly, Soundwave's attempts began to work, even helping Jack gain confidence as he tutored him in all sorts of subjects. Before long Jack was flourishing academically and showing an interest in combat after seeing Miko do so well. Soundwave offered his little organic cassette a set of energon blades in response, ones which he quickly began showing him how to use. And after only a month or so, Jack was proficient in their usage without having anything aside from the school work Soundwave assigned him to do.

Jack came to love simply sitting with Soundwave quietly, watching the security feed with him and sometimes discussing old stories and his problems. Soundwave of course always listened, never speaking up and instead letting Jack vent all his frustrations patiently. In his mind, Jack really was just like Frenzy, a tough exterior with a soft interior personality wise. And just like with Frenzy, Soundwave was patient and offered all the companionship and comfort in the world when Jack felt comfortable enough to speak with him. Laserbeak also came to love having Jack lay against her side as they watched a film or something of the sort, even purring to him when he had nightmares when he fell asleep by accident.

To Soundwave everything was going perfectly. He finally had cassettes to look after and they were opening up to him far faster than anticipated. He was ecstatic. But as will all good things, it came to an end too quickly for his liking when an attack on the nemesis forced Soundwave to put the children in his carrying chamber and hurry out of his quarters. By some means, the Autobots had confirmed that the human children were on the nemesis and they were angry. Soundwave ran for his life as he sprinted down the halls, heading for the upper decks to escape capture and to get his human cassettes to safety. But that was not to be. Before long the Autobots found him, having locked onto the human children's life signal stemming from him.

He tried to fight, but with the children in his carrying chamber, he eventually accepted capture and was dragged back to the Autobot base. When there he was strapped down and interrogated immediately, the Autobots not being nearly as kind as they were known for.

Optimus: Where are the children?

Arcee: What did you do to them!?

Ratchet: If they are dead I can promise you will re-join the Allspark before Primus can hear your prayers.

Soundwave: ...

Soundwave: Cassettes: Secured. Safe.

Sensing his defeat and only wanting his little cassettes to be safe, Soundwave opening his carrying chamber and allowed the children to clamber out in wonder. There were tears, hugs, and tender embraces, but Soundwave watched it all in apathy. He was going to lose his cassettes again... and he wasn't sure he could handle it.

At least that was what he thought until the children explained and fought in Soundwave's defense. The spymaster could only watch in awe of his cassettes as they spoke for him, pointing out that he merely wanted to care for them and that he never so much as touched a hair on their heads with harmful intent. In response to this, Optimus made an offer.

Optimus: Soundwave... you wish to care for the children more than you wish to serve Megatron, yes?

Soundwave: ...

Optimus: If that is true, why not join us? You can care for them without fear here.

Soundwave: ...

Soundwave: Offer: Will be considered.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #soundwave #tfp kids #laserbeak #soundwave just wants to raise some kiddos alright #let the poor mech be a dad #he deserves happiness for primus's sake #team prime

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dwellordream · 1 month

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current ongoing writing projects

Stolen Thunder: ASOIAF Self Insert into Argella Durrandon. Crack treated seriously. Character explorations of Aegon, Rhaenys, Visenya, and Orys. Currently written on SB, will be posted on ao3 when finished.

The Jade Protocol: Star Wars sequel-era-ish fic revolving around Jedi master Mara Jade’s quest to save or destroy her nephew Ben Organa-Solo, who has fallen to the dark side after the death of his sister Jaina. Jade is aided by her new padawan, a half-feral scavenger named Rey with a disturbing talent for the Force.

recently completed writing projects

Giantslayer: Original science fiction about a former teen superhero’s attempts to lead a normal life, which are somewhat hampered by the fact that his girlfriend is the daughter of his old arch-nemesis.

Cruel Intentions: ASOIAF Self Insert into Ceryse Hightower during the time of Maegor the Cruel. Dark comedy/drama/crack treated seriously.

Bigger Fish to Fry: ASOIAF Self Insert into Lysa Tully, written in the style of detective fiction. Dark comedy/drama/crack treated seriously.

future/on hiatus writing projects:

With Their Bones: ASOIAF AU where Rhaenys (daughter of Rhaegar) survives and seeks the Iron Throne. Currently on hiatus, will update again in a few months.

The Fox & the Mulberry: Original fantasy fiction about a former mercenary embroiled in a plot against the king, while he struggles to raise half-human children with his monster wife.

This Neck of the Woods: Original horror fiction about a pack of werewolves preying on a summer resort town in 1970s upstate New York.

#writing #original fiction #word to the wise

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janasrdhr · 11 days

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Salvation - Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Warning(s): Slight NSFW, Explicit Language

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The rain hammered against the roof of the safe house like an incessant drum, a reminder of the storm both outside and within its walls. The room was stark, illuminated only by the intermittent flicker of an old lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. You sat opposite Simon Riley, the man who was as much your nemesis as he was your ally in this precarious mission. The Ghost.

You had been on opposite sides more often than not, each encounter a chess game where moves were calculated and every gesture could be a feint; two operatives with a common goal but divergent methods.

Maps and documents were strewn across the table, but they were momentarily forgotten as the tension between you and Ghost reached a boiling point.

“For fuck's sake, Ghost, can you not see you're compromising the whole operation with your damn recklessness?” you hissed, your voice low and fierce.

He slammed his hand down on the table, leaning closer, his expression hard. “I get the job done, dove. I always do. Maybe if ya' weren't so bloody rigid, you’d see that.”

The space between you was electric, the air thick with every harsh word and challenging stare you had ever exchanged. It was as if all the years of rivalry and grudging respect had built up to this singular, explosive moment.

“You're being reckless, Ghost!” you snapped, your voice sharp as a whip. “This isn't some solo mission where you can play the hero. We have protocols for a reason.”

Ghost's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, his hands flat on the table. “And ya' think playin' it safe is goin' to get us out'a this? We're not in some bloody trainin' exercise, dove. This is real, and it's dirty, and sometimes ya' have to adapt!”

“Adapt? Is that what you call compromising the entire operation?” Your voice rose, each word laced with accusation. “You think you're the only one who wants to get the job done? I'm not here to clean up your messes, Ghost.”

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping back violently. “Maybe if ya' stepped out from behind yer' manuals and protocols, you'd see that. Ya' think you're always right, but you're blind, dove. Blind to the fact that this world doesn't play by yer' rules.”

The room seemed to shrink, the air charged with your mutual frustration and anger. You stood as well, meeting him eye to eye, neither willing to back down. “And you're blind to the consequences of your actions! It's not just about us, Ghost. There are lives at stake—”

“Lives are always at stake!” he cut you off, his voice booming over the sound of the rain. “'nd I do what I have to, to protect them. Ya' think I don't know the cost? Ya' think I don't carry it w'me, every damn day?”

His words hung heavy, laden with an emotion you hadn't expected to see. It was a glimpse into the burden he bore, a side of him he rarely showed. But the moment of vulnerability was fleeting, quickly masked by his frustration.

“You're not the only one with scars, Ghost,” you said quietly, your anger giving way to a pained understanding. “We all have them. But that doesn't give you the right to be a martyr. Not at the expense of the mission, not at the expense of our team.”

Ghost's expression hardened, the brief flicker of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. He stepped closer, his posture rigid, the intensity in his eyes almost palpable. “Martyr?” he scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. “Ya' think this is about martyrdom? You're so wrapped up in yer' rules and yer' protocols that you've lost sight of what's at stake here.”

He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his words punctuated by the fierceness of his conviction. “I make the hard calls, dove, the ones you're too scared to make. Ya' hide behind yer' guidelines, thinkin' they'll save ya', but out here, in the real world, it's adapt or die. And I'm not ready to die, 'specially not for yer' idealism.”

You felt a surge of anger at his accusation, your hands balling into fists at your sides. “Idealism? Is that what you call valuing human lives? Because I call it humanity, Ghost. Something you might have forgotten in your 'my way or die' philosophy.”

Ghost's smirk was cold, unyielding. “Humanity? In our line'a work? You're delusional if ya' think that's what keeps us alive. It's about making the tough decisions, doin' the dirty work so others don't have to. If that makes me reckless in yer' eyes, so be it.”

The tension between you was explosive, a live wire sparking in the damp air of the safe house. Neither of you moved, the space between you charged with a volatile mix of anger and unresolved tension.

Finally, Ghost straightened, his expression set into a mask of determination. “We're wastin' time here, dove. Ya' can either get on board or get out of my way. But I'm finishin' this mission, with or without yer' approval.”

Your frustration boiled over as you watched Ghost dismissively turn his attention back to the maps. His words echoed in your mind, each one a spark igniting your temper further. He was so certain, so infuriatingly resolute in his methods, and his dismissal felt like a direct challenge to your convictions.

Stepping forward, you snatched a map from the table, crumpling it slightly in your grip. “Just because you're ready to die for this mission doesn't mean you have to drag the rest of us down with your god complex,” you spat out, your voice sharp and biting.

Ghost paused, his back still turned to you. The muscles in his shoulders tensed, and for a moment, you thought he might continue ignoring you, but then he slowly turned around. His eyes were a storm themselves, dark and intense.

“Ya' think y'know better? You think yer' way is the only way?” His voice was low, a dangerous calm that contrasted with the fury in his eyes. He stepped towards you, closing the space with a few determined strides.

“Yes, because my way doesn’t get people killed!” you retorted, your voice rising to match the intensity of the storm outside.

Ghost stopped just inches away, his gaze fixed on you. “You're so damn stubborn,” he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration and something else you couldn't quite place.

“And you're so damn reckless,” you shot back, unwilling to back down, your breaths mingling in the charged air between you.

Suddenly, Ghost's demeanor shifted, the anger in his eyes giving way to a different kind of fire. Before you could react, he closed the gap, his hands gripping your arms as he pulled you into him.

Ghost's grip on your arms wasn't just firm; it was electrifying, sending a jolt of unexpected energy through your body. His eyes, dark and intense, searched yours for a moment that stretched endlessly. Then, without a word, he pulled you harshly against him, erasing the space and the lingering traces of your argument with one swift motion.

His lips met yours with a force that spoke volumes, silencing your protests and melting your resolve. The kiss was not gentle; it was a clash, fierce and demanding, as if he was determined to prove a point. Ghost's mouth moved against yours with a desperate urgency, his frustration and pent-up energy translating into a passion that caught you off guard.

You gasped into the kiss, and he took advantage, his tongue sliding against yours, exploring and asserting dominance. The world around you—the maps, the storm, the mission—faded into a blur of sensations. All that mattered was the overwhelming feel of his lips on yours, the stubble of his jaw scratching at your skin, heightening the raw intensity of the moment.

Your hands, initially caught in the moment of surprise, now roved over his body, tracing the hard lines of his back through his shirt, pulling him even closer. Ghost responded with equal fervor, his hands moving from your back to your waist, gripping you tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as if he couldn't get close enough.

The intensity escalated as his hands roamed further, exploring the contours of your body with a boldness that fueled the heat between you. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other traced down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. Every touch was electric, sparking a fire that threatened to consume you both.

You responded to his urgency, your own hands exploring his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense under your touch. Your fingers dug into his hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a low groan from him that vibrated through your lips. The sound only added to the intensity, driving you to explore further, your hands slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin against your palms.

When the need for air finally forced you apart, you were both panting, foreheads pressed together, the storm outside echoing the tumultuous rush of your heartbeats. Ghost's eyes were still closed, his breaths heavy and uneven against your face. His hands still rested on your waist, not ready to let go, as if breaking the contact would shatter the connection you had just forged.

The room thick with the heat of your encounter, the earlier chill replaced by an undeniable warmth.

“We really shouldn’t keep doin' this,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire, but his grip on you contradicted his words.

“No, we shouldn’t,” you agreed, your voice breathy, but like him, you made no move to step back, to break the spell that the intense, touch-filled encounter had cast.

The silence that hung between you and Ghost was thick, charged with the aftermath of the intense connection you'd just shared. The storm outside had dwindled to a soft drizzle, mirroring the quieting of the tumultuous energy inside the safe house.

Suddenly, Ghost broke the silence with a muttered, “Fuckin' hell,” his voice a blend of wonder and frustration as he ran a hand through his hair, looking at you with a complex expression.

You simply nodded, understanding the multitude of emotions behind his words. The air was still heavy with the unsaid, the future uncertain.

Ghost looked at you, his eyes searching. “The hell we do now?” he asked, the raw honesty in his voice stripping away any remnants of his usual composure.

“We'll figure it out,” you responded, your voice calm and sure despite the chaos that seemed to always be at the edge of your lives. “Whatever this is, we'll figure it out together.”

Ghost stepped closer, his presence enveloping you in a sense of security that contrasted sharply with the uncertainty of his words. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace that felt like a safe harbor in the midst of the storm. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, a tender gesture that felt like a promise. With a heavy sigh, he murmured,

“We always do.”

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skeletonsgeorg · 30 days

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Yeah Optimus was living with Megatron when he was carrying Sam/ Rodimus so of course there was some tension amongst the higher ranking Cons on the Nemesis at the time, though they knew better than to attack Optimus other Airarchnid and Starscream trying to take Optimus out to keep their positions secure but the Prime really surprises the Cons with how he just mangles the two cons due to his carrier protocols by ripping Starscream’s wings off and Megatron coming to his aid at the last minute

sldfjskdfjslfksdjslkfjs GET REKT STARSCREAM, and I see why Airachnid fled to go on the universe's worst solo road trip of war crimes now

Do NOT mess with a carrying Optimus holy shit

Megatron showing up to the sound of Starscream's and Airachnid's screams as they lay in a bloody heap at Optimus's pedes like

#megop #optimus prime #mechpreg #sam witwicky megop fankid au #transformers #skeletons answer

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callmearcturus · 10 months

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Fan Commentary Double Feature: MI3 and MI: Ghost Protocol

We did it. @interropunct and I have recorded 2 of the 6 threatened commentaries, in which we watch the Mission Impossible movies and talk over them in a way that will provide you all with a simulacrum of how insufferable we are to be in a voice chat with.

We have started with Fan Commentary: Haterade Edition and paired it with Fan Commentary: Stan Mode Edition by doing MI3 and Ghost Protocol as a double feature.

You'll want to hit play on your legal copy of MI3 at 2:58 into the commentary. This commentary includes:

Effusive love of Ethan Hunt, Autistic SuperSpy

Arc definitely not being in a kismesissitude with JJ Abrams

Punct trying to determine when the Maggie Q and Jonathan Rhys Myers' characters actually get named in dialogue in the movie

Thorough discussion of the underutilized kink potential of this movie

"Humpty dumpty sat on the wall" "(SCREAMS OF DISMAY AND AGONY)"

The gloriousness of Ethan Hunt doing physics equations on a window with chalk

The five stages of grief in audio form

The vibes are MST3k and jokes galore and fawning over Ethan Hunt, our babygirl.

However, if you don't need no holleration, hateration in this dancery, proceed directly to the Ghost Protocol commentary and hit play on your legal copy of Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol at 2:47. This commentary includes:

Punct accidentally admitting they find Tom Cruise hot on a live mic

"That's my theory, I think prison turned Ethan from a cat into a dog."

SO MANY BEHIND THE SCENES FACTS ABOUT THE MAKING OF THIS MASTERPIECE

"You know when you think about it, Cascade was the turning point in Homestuck in the same way the Burj Khalifa sequence was--"

Fawning over how small and cute Jeremy Renner is

Discussion of MILF Mode Ethan Hunt

McQuarrie's Actually Very Reasonable Explanation Of Why Hendricks Was Disguised As Wistrom At The Burj, And Goddammit He's Right

"You know what this means?" "You have to watch Teen Wolf now." "No. Fuck you. We have to watch more Tom Cruise movies and compare." "That's true, we do." "No, wait, we just have to go ask @malewifebillcage for a comparative history of Tom Cruise's chest hair."

The vibes are jubilant. We love this fucking movie.

NEXT UP: The double feature of MI2 (the worst movie on a technical level) and MI: Fallout (the best movie on a technical level)

Also I am currently putting copies of this commentary on youtube, check the reblogs later for that.

#mission impossible #mission impossible fun facts #ethan hunt #my fic #(well not really but for organizational purposes)#we worked really hard on this okay pls clap etc

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kingmaker-a · 10 months

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Under The Radar | Kazuha

Superhero AU

Universe: Knightfall

Vigilante Reader x Sorcerer Kazuha

Warnings: Mentions of blood and the thought of death.

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Comfort

Premise: You had always been under the radar even before you joined the Knightfall Protocol. A simple footnote in someone else's story.

But a failed mission and a rare conversation with Kazuha questions your insignificance.

"Don't you worry?"

Her words saunter like dulcet whispers dancing on the eves by stolen lovers. The wisps of tea lingers wistfully in the air, as she turns a page, her eyes never faltering in the pursuit of knowledge.

It'd get to your head if you'd take up even a modicum of her attention.

Still it's hard to wonder if the question is truly pointed at you as she lingers at her nestled corner within the Enclave. Perhaps a question for Helios and Nemesis?

A message through her earpiece maybe? It was rare to share a moment together no matter how fleeting.

You’d always been under the radar… at least compared to the others.

You're giving it too much thought. You bustle past her to the showers, your mind aches against your sweat and blood soaked costume, your bow weighs heavy on your shoulder.

Still you push through, shower then unwind maybe the evidence board will reveal something to you after you relax?

Hot water and pulsing steam almost feels like an afterthought, a mirage like luxury when her words saunter through the air again.

Still seated focused on her book, her porcelain mug cresting her lips even as water drips from your hair.

You couldn't rest now, not when everyone was worki-

"Moonshot?" there's a thrum, a pluck of focus that was really brought out of her.

Your towel brushes against your hair, in a violent yet fruitless attempt to dry your hair instantly.

Perhaps they should've got Everglow to join the team inste- "Hm? What's up?"

Your eyes are too focused on the board, trying to peel back the layers. What did the Carano crime family have to do with all of this? With the Balance Group?

You weren't Nemesis, you couldn't see the links and connections no matter how minute.

Perhaps, if you weren't so focused on being something you weren't, you would've noticed the small crease in her lips.

The only crack in her otherwise focused exterior.

"...I uh," there's an almost concerning pause that lingers thick in the air, choking and suffocating at you.

You had that effect on people, creating awkward tension like she could muster magic out of thin air.

You should be used to it, you really should. But it's Kazuha of all people that you've managed to barrage into silence.

A rare feat.

Your eyes flicker over her, a better use of your time really.

Her focus crumbles as your eyes linger, her tome clamps shut as her gaze shifts to you.

Knotted eyebrows, the only thing you can pick up.

There's an inexplicable pull, as you find yourself nestled across from her in her arcane alcove, the smell of old parchment hangs in the air.

Her eyes pointed and focused solely on you.

It doesn't get to your head like you thought it would. Instead, you feel small, almost inconsequential under her gaze.

Yet somehow equally important.

A hand brushes through her, pressing each strand into its preferred place.

"I asked if you worried?" Again her words are soft, kind bristling winds on a snowy mountain.

An eyebrow raises, "about what?"

Her lips purse, thumbing through her no doubt near limitless vocabulary. "Well… As one of thee more…"

"Useles-"

"-Specialized," a sharp frown leveled like a knife is your just reward. "members of the group, tha-"

If this was a comic book you were the comic relief.

"Why?" You scoff, it was simple really. "Everyone has their niche."

You tug your arms together, crossing them as you lean back into your chair.

"Street Rat gets us where we need to be. You deal with whatever magic bullshit that comes up, Seer deals with any tech bullshit that comes up."

Your fingers tick away at your forearms, a blustering sigh breaks its way through your lips. Your dart and weave avoiding her gaze as you peer over ancient scrolls and tomes. An attempt to steel your courage.

Still you can't help but be pulled into her orbit.

"I make sure, the important people live."

You catch the slightest flare of anger in her eyes, another otherwise uncharacteristic crack in her professional veneer.

Still she manages to pull it back before you gain the confidence to scoff in her face.

It had… Certainly been a wake up call to be pulled into the Knightfall Protocol.

A once special part of your life reduced to rubble, as you realized you were basically hawkeye and the others were the avengers.

Well at least you hadn't been mind controlled yet…

Small victories.

Even while her veneer remains, her nails claw, dig and scratch their way into the table. A deep breath is the only accomplice.

Words sting and simmer at the edge of her lips, a roiling storm of thoughts and feelings rumbles across her features.

Her fingers tense into every groove she's made. Eyes clamped shut in focus.

Her words to the surface, like the boil of a jug. There's a barely veiled animosity whether towards you or your words you can't tell.

"... Don't throw your life away."

A suggestion or maybe a warning. Her eyelids peel open with newfound focus, that could almost be mistaken for a dewy softness.

But she wasn't the type, at least not in your eyes.

She was nothing except the exceptionally focused arcane prodigy, commanding a wealth of experience even while being one of the younger members of the team.

She'd never scrapped by.

Still you poke and prod with a playfulness, an attempt to ease the tension. A roll of your eyes and a smirk. "What's the worst that can happen? I die?"

There's another deep breath that flares at her nostrils. Flickers of angered flame lick at the edge of her pupils.

"What if you actually die Moonshot, what if your power stops working?"

You shrug, swiping at one of her biscuits. "Then you guys can recruit Monster or another arrow person. Kinda not my problem at that point."

It didn’t do well to linger on those thoughts, your fate would find you eventually. What mattered was what you got done before the inevitable end.

Hell you were luckier than most, you knew the conditions that would kill you, anything else simply wouldn't cut it.

Her palm shrouds her features as her fingers massage at her brow. Her fingers pace with an almost violent frustration.

"You don't get it, the team would-"

Perhaps it's because it had been a thought that you'd toiled with early into your hero career, maybe it's because you'd read so many comics books but-

"They'd get over it even-"

Her fist slams against the table, the sound of porcelain clattering against each other. A rare show of force for the otherwise reserved member of the squad.

Yet it's the first step in a whirlwind of a mess.

Your brain sputters as it's assailed.

"I wouldn't." Somehow the words strangle at your heart and mean more to you than they have any right to.

She was in a different league to you. She was blockbuster movie territory and you were someone's crappy student film.

Yet everything else follows up in a twisted one two combo.

An almost wheezing sob as her fist clenches, her eyes avoiding your own even as a stray tear or two trickles down her flawless skin.

It doesn't take you any courage to latch onto her hand, running a soothing thumb against her knuckle.

Still your words crumble and die in your throat. This was neither the time or the moment for jokes.

You move almost on instinct as your mouth clamps shut, pulling yourself into a crouch beside her chair.

Her head tucks and pulls away from your gaze, almost crumpling in herself, like hiding away an ashamed exposed wound.

The closest thing you'd to a confession.

This certainly wasn't on your radar.

You hadn't really hung out except for group missions. Only now did it cling to you after the fact, that there was an odd comfort to be held in her presence.

Though you were sure everyone on the team felt that… Well except for maybe Street Rat.

It's almost effortless the way you peel her palm open, her skin soft like cotton or silk.

Even you're surprised when you press a kiss into her palm before pressing it into your cheek.

It wasn't the first time you felt the brush of her hand against yours, a chuckle rumbles and dies in your throat.

You'd found it odd when a Society bodyguard had approached you with a suit and everything. Doubly so when she offered to read your palm and wouldn't take no for an answer.

An excuse to trace a protective spell on to your skin you'd later learn.

Her thumb traces and caresses your cheek, a smile bubbles against your lips. Still you can make the slightest hints of sobs racking through her chest.

"Is now a bad time to ask if my love line looks good?" You tease. "Asking for a friend… Or a work colleague I guess?"

You hear the ripple of a chuckle followed by an uneven wheeze… She'd never laughed in your presence before.

Her sleeve wipes at her eyes and whatever snot, her ugly crying had managed to drum up.

You almost preferred her that way instead of the practiced shell that everyone else saw. There was something decidedly intimate about the whole affair.

There was beauty to be found, tears, snot and all.

Still you offered your own sleeve, to help.

"You probably think I look stupid right now." Her hands find a nearby napkin as she blows her nose.

"See I'm not smart like you, Seer or Nemesis but I'm pretty sure that's not how you say beautiful. There's something about seeing you like that."

You can't help but feel the bubble of happiness as she rolls her eyes, her hand finds yours in those little moments.

A soft squeeze of appreciation.

"Gotta say that wasn't on my radar at all."

There's a soft delicate pause before a smile creeps along her lips like a wistful memory that trickles before her eyes.

"It wasn't on mine either."

"Tell you what," you say, pulling yourself closer, the tickle of her breath crinkling at your nose, a splash of surprise paints across her face at your sudden proximity. Yet slowly it fades away to curiosity, her eyes flickering across your lips.

Hopefulness.

"I promise I'll do my best to stay alive if you kis-"

Your words die in your throat as her soft hands grip at your hair. A deadly uncommon smirk is the mere icing on the cake.

Your lips are thrown into a sudden violent turbulent storm of needy passion. Each swell of her lips more deadly than the last, it rips the air straight out of your lungs with a desperate clashing hunger.

Magic wasn't your thing but it certainly felt like it.

You cling to air as you part, trying your best to have an air of nonchalance.

Even if you were an archer on a team of actual superheroes.

Still you can't help grin as she holds you deep in her orbit, her forehead pressed against yours without a hint of regret. Her own beaming smile plastered on her lips.

Your words still continue, following and tumbling between the two of you as if you didn’t share a kiss.

"Because you're a really ugly crier and I'd be doing the team a huge favor." You tease. "Only I get to see that."

She rolls her eyes, oddly childish behavior for someone so refined.

Yet still she smiles, before pulling you into another kiss.

#kpop imagines #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop x reader #girl group #le sserafim #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #kazuha imagines #kazuha x reader #nakamura kazuha #kpop scenarios

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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sub!villain smutty plss

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“Open your mouth,” the hero commanded. Before the villain could blush because of the implications of this sentence, the hero already pushed two of their fingers into their mouth. The villain would’ve retched if they still had their gag reflex. But they didn’t.

They used to throw up at the sight of blood and basically any slight pressure on their neck. They’d slowly trained themselves to lose this reflex. They figured they’d be better in combat that way.

“How does it taste?” the hero asked, their fingers still in the villain’s mouth.

“Gweat!” the villain managed, giving their nemesis a thumbs up.

Yes, great. The hero’s cooking always tasted great. Sometimes the villain hated them for that, too. They loathed the hero for everything.

How they behaved, how they fought. Their stupid comments and their dumb outfit. Their ridiculous hair and their foolish smile and their incredibly irritating voice.

The villain hated how they were nice to everyone around them. How they laughed and how they cooked. How their eyes sparkled in the moonlight and how they always tilted their head when they were confused.

The villain hated, hated, hated it.

“I was thinking of more salt, no?” The hero pulled out their fingers and tilted their head. Feeling the heat rise in their cheeks, the villain nodded.

“Yeah, sure—” They turned around but before they could even think of leaving the kitchen the hero breathed a sharp “stay.”

“Oh, come on. This isn’t part of the protocol,” the villain answered. They hated the hero in civilian clothes. It looked so effortless. Effortlessly beautiful. The villain was losing their mind. Being close to their enemy twenty-four hours a day made them furious.

“You’re not allowed to move without surveillance. The government put me here so there wouldn’t be any cameras needed,” the hero answered calmly. They put more salt into their masterpiece of cookery.

“Ugh, fine. Whatever.” The villain sat down in the kitchen, taking a bit too much time to observe the hero’s back. Fuck.

“Pardon?” The villain didn’t even realised they’d said it aloud. In one move, the hero turned towards the villain and turned down the heat on the stove. They were definitely too attractive.

Was the agency that dumb? Putting the hero together with any human being would end — just like now — in the hero being bored to death and the other thirsting over them for forever.

“I didn’t say anything—”

“You know I don’t like swearing.” Suddenly, the hero was in front of them, their finger following the villain’s jawline. “Wasn’t that clear enough?”

“I—”

“But fuck, it’s so difficult.” The villain’s eyes widened. They’d never heard the hero curse.

“What…?” Their eyes dropped to the hero’s lips. Shit.

“Eyes are up here, darling.” Their eyes jumped back up.

“Sorry—” Something changed in the hero’s gaze. As if someone had pulled a trigger in their brain. They looked angrier. More determined. Desperate. Everything happened in the split of a second and the villain almost thought they were imagining it.

“You’re so pretty, you know?”

“Uhm, I—”

“And so adorable when you think I don’t notice. You’ve been watching me just like I’ve been watching you, hm?” The villain felt the blush on their neck. This was going terribly.

“I—no, I ehm—”

“I need you. Now,” the hero said suddenly. The villain’s throat dried out completely.

“What?” they croaked.

“I’ve been wanting to bend you over for the past two weeks. My job held me back. But I can’t do this anymore.” They grabbed the villain’s wrist. “We don’t have to. Tell me you don’t want to and I’ll find some control.”

“Do it,” the villain whispered. “You know I’ve been good these past weeks.”

The hero stared at them. Just stared. They swallowed.

“Yeah, you’ve been so fucking good.” They grabbed the villain’s sensitive thighs and pushed them apart gently, making the villain yelp. “Such a good villain.”

The hero started to suck on their inner thigh but the villain knew this was only the beginning.

#damnnn yall are dirty minded.#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #suggestive

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Am I (32M) the asshole for declaring a hero of our village (16M) my new nemesis?

This all started around 4 years ago. I live in a small secluded village on the coast, I'm talking about less than 100 people living here. We all do our part to keep our little town running and at this stage in my life I had just become our Village Fruit Carrier (a very important job to have). The job wasn't the most fulfilling, but it got food on the table and it was how I met my wife, so I have a bit of a soft spot for it. Anyway, the 'hero of the village' (let's call him Red) and he got me FIRED from my job. why? Because he just couldn't stop himself from stealing my baskets, dumping out my fresh clean fruit all over the ground, using my baskets as stilts, and then disappearing right before my boss came out to check on me. In the kids defense, he's a little... Slow, so I really didn't hold it against him too much. Especially because after getting fired from that job I managed to land my absolute dream job around 6 months later. I really felt like it was fate or something. I was happy, my wife was happy, everything was good.

This brings us up to speed basically.

Recently, Red got me fired AGAIN years later from my wonderful job. I worked as an archeologist/excavator and made good money doing it, especially since our little town is built on top of ancient ruins and tech nobody's really seen before. Apparently Red wasn't trying to get me fired, he was genuinely trying to make up for making me lose my job the first time. At first he seemed a little dimwitted, but well meaning so I didn't have much of a problem letting him stick around, but I also didn't have much of a backbone at the time either.

Then things got worse, between him picking up important artifact markers, breaking multiple artifacts, breaking one of my toes, and even throwing my lunch away, I just couldn't handle it. One night, he even showed up at my house before I got home and made friends with my wife, and despite telling her I was uncomfortable she let him stay. So I'm sure you guys can tell, by this point I'm boiling with rage. This kid just cannot take a hint and I have had it up to here with him.

Then all hell breaks loose. He somehow manages to brush an artifact just right, causing a laser to fire and destroy an entire dig site filled to the brim with things we haven't even begun to study. Then he has the audacity to yell at my boss for yelling at me and gets me FIRED!!! AGAIN!!! THEN HE CALLS MY WIFE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!! AND SHE THROWS ME OUT!!!

At this point he can't just be dumb right? This has to be malicious. So I freak out at him, and do you know what he says? "Don't worry. I'll make it up to you, just as soon as I'm done making it up to you for the other thing I did." Wtf.

So I start to torment the guy. Can you really blame me? I go back to my old job and dig around for the old mech suits the ancients had lying around, like huge rocky things that shoot fire and laser and all types of things. I only use it to do things like steal his lunch money and knock him around at first, nothing super out there just protocol villain stuff.

So Red starts acting like I'M the crazy one after this. He acts like HE'S been the bigger person when he's the one who made me this way. He even made me a pie (which I shoved in his face of course), and I proclaimed myself a supervillain, and by proxy his nemesis. The whole village even gathered around to watch our fight, I felt like I was a cool kid in a school yard, and it was objectively the best feeling I've ever had.

Unfortunately I lost, not without a fight but still. Now the entire village is weird towards me (except my wife who took me back because she was proud of me for getting a new job and also a backbone) and they all act like I'm some lunatic just because I tried to destroy ONE GUY!!! so aita?

EDIT 1: Yes not even Dr.Eggman knows how this tech works I live like a couple miles away from the guy. Trust me I've asked

EDIT 2: Why does everyone know this guy and his friends? Are they famous or something?

EDIT 3: I found out that Sonic the Hedgehog, my nemesis, and their friends, are actually the heroes of Mobius and not just the heroes of my village. Small world I guess.

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #i have the mic #knuckles the echidna #sonic shitpost #unreality #sonic boom #sonic fandom #sonic fanfiction #sonic #this episode is ridiculously funny to me i hope you enjoy reading this lol #am i the asshole #aita #sonic social media #sonic posting #this is based off of Sonic Boom EP: Counter Productive #idk if this is niche but i think it's hilarious lol

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