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feasibilities · 2 months

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Sight and Smell - Tom x Married!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: Tom has feelings for you and won't let anyone stop him from telling you how he feels. Warnings: Drug Use, Infidelity, Allusions to Cuckolding, Sex as Punishment, Choking, Pining, etc. Author's Note: Readers need love too! I did some research on luxury hotels in Dublin as well (because I want a late-night rendezvous with Cillian in one of them). Also, thank you @mothhball for tagging me in the prompt that spawned this insane story. I hope you enjoy it!

The sight of your beautiful smile and the smell of your redolent perfume were mainstays of Tom’s psyche. He knew your husband, Seán, since they were kids. You came along during secondary school. He knew it was wrong to lust for any woman who wasn’t Marianne, but you were different. For the first time, he felt a deep-seated jealousy toward his friend. Knocking on the front door, Tom was finally prepared to tell you how he really felt. This party would go down in history.

“Hey, Tom. Seán will be here soon. Won’t you come in?” You smiled sweetly. You noticed that he looked disheveled and restless.

“Of course.” Tom replied. While you led him to the kitchen, he admired how your black dress hugged your figure. He hated that Seán got to see the treasures that lie underneath.

“Where’s Marianne?” You inquired, going back to cleaning the champagne flutes.

“U-um, she wasn’t feeling well so she stayed back.” Tom faltered, taking quick peeks at your cleavage.

“Ah. Well, I hope she feels better soon. How have you been?” You asked.

“Fine.” Tom answered plainly

Walking toward him, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead.

“Are you feeling okay, hun?” You asked innocently.

Taking your hand away, Tom hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You heard him lock it shut shortly after. You stood there stunned before continuing to prepare for the party.

After separating the thin white powder into lines, he gummed what was left over on his fingers. Snorting each line was like a hard reset for his body. His heart felt like it was clawing its way out of his chest. Collapsing near the bathroom sink, he trembled and cursed himself. He sat himself up in a corner and breathed deeply. The palpitations of his heart subsided.

Hearing offbeat jazz come from the living area, Tom jumped up and gathered himself. He had to get this out of his system before guests arrived. It was now or never.

“I need to talk to you.” Tom blurted out, watching you arrange hors d'oeuvres on multiple platters.

“Fucking hell, Tom. You scared me half to death.” You jumped.

“Listen, it’s very important-“ Tom started.

“Can it wait until after the party, hun?” You corrected.

“It can’t.” Tom said, growing irritated by the second.

“Fine. What is it?” You said, exasperated.

“I have loved you since I met you all those years ago. I think about you all the time. I hate that Seán got to you first.” Tom confessed, staring into your eyes.

You stayed silent and stared back at him. You felt a mix of panic and curiosity. Seán would kill Tom with his bare hands if he heard this conversation. Tom’s advances made sense—especially since you felt the same way. You loved your husband with all of your heart, but you can’t say you never thought about leaving. He was away for work way too much. When he was here, he wasn’t present emotionally. Intimacy was poorer than it had ever been. You yearned for something different—rather, something electrifying. Tom was the closest you could get.

“We can’t do it here, Tom. I can meet you in a hotel after the party. Now, take these platters into the dining room. Be careful to not let anything fall.” You ordered.

Tom’s eyes widened at your proposal. You’ve never seen him move so fast in the time that you knew him. Guests, including Seán, began to arrive. He kissed you deeply and gave you an embarrassingly hard smack on your ass. It felt like he was putting on the show of a happy couple in front of everyone. Tom was left to brood angrily as you gave him sympathetic glances throughout the party. Shortly after everyone’s departure, you got a text from Tom about your impending rendezvous.

Room 427 at The Westbury. Hope you’re still up for the challenge.

“Challenge?” You murmured as you applied your makeup at your vanity.

“Where are you headed, love?” Seàn slurred, toying with your hair. He was too drunk to notice you flipping your phone over.

“Out with friends. I’ll be back late.” You replied.

“You know, I want to spend more time with you. I miss you.” He said, kissing your shoulder and starting to untie your house robe. This was another empty promise. You politely moved his hands and went back to finishing your makeup.

“We can spend time together when I get back, Seán. I need some time to myself, ’s all.” You said. Finally getting the message, he stumbled to the bed and fell asleep.

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“Fuck, right there…” You moaned as Tom thrusted into you at steady pace. You raked your nails down his back—marking your territory for the time being. He stared down at you with the same admiration earlier. He loved the way your breasts moved with each thrust. He loved the resplendent noises you made when he bottomed out. You clenched around him as your legs began to shake. Your eyes fluttered shut before you felt his hand grab your throat. He squeezed enough to limit your blood flow. You were lightheaded, but still conscious.

“Open your fucking eyes. This is what you wanted, right?” Tom hissed, speeding up his movements. This time was much more brutal.

“Yes.” You whimpered, feeling like you were about to break in half.

Tom kissed you harshly and watched as you fell apart. Unintelligible praises came from you as he pounded you into the plush mattress. Your walls spasmed frenetically as you came. He wanted to make sure that you thought of him every time you fucked Seán. To his own perverse wish, this was payback for not choosing the better man. Flipping you on your stomach, Tom yanked your hips backward and started taking you from behind. He put a pillow underneath you to soften the blows, but to no avail. He was reaching depths that your husband dreamed of. You weeped quietly and

“Would be fucking sick if Seán came in and saw me nailing his wife, eh?” Tom teased, panting in your ear. A cruel part of you got off on the thought of him listening in on you two. Maybe he would give you the attention you deserve. A faint “Mhmm” emitted from you in response.

“Cum inside me.” You cooed, looking back at him with heavy eyes. You bit your lip and clenched around him once more. His thrusts staggered as he came with a loud groan. You sung his praises as he came down from his high. Pulling out, he saw his seed beginning to spill out of you. He caught some with his fingers and pushed it back inside. He pumped himself mindlessly before laying next to you. His stark blue eyes studied your features. He traced his fingertips along your back. You looked back at him lovingly before drifting off to sleep.

Grabbing your lace underwear from the floor, Tom huffed them desperately. Similar to cocaine, he felt a sense of euphoria. He took in the sweet, earthy scent as he grew hard again. He didn't want to disturb you, so he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He finally got what he wanted.

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gardens-light · 9 months

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Undercover

In order to find something worthy of blackmailing not just the K.S.I but also the government. All agreed on a simple plan. Divide and conquer. Knowing the next moment's were critical, as it was going to test the bonds of loyalty and trust... Yet, in the midst of chaos and serious planning. Bumblebee and Drift decided do a side mission of their own- involving you and Optimus...

Content: Course language. Events takes place in Transformers- Age of Extinction. (Major spoilers in this and in upcoming chapters.) Heaps of fluff. Optimus Prime x Human F/Reader.

Word count- 5k (roughly)

Sparkmate Series- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (End)

"We're back!" Tessa's voice echoed throughout the main hall of the empty cathedral.

Bumblebee gave a little wave, while your attention didn't move from his thigh. Focusing on adjusting a couple of bolts, that the yellow scout has been complaining about for the past couple days.

"Hey." Cade greeted from the makeshift table. "I found a whole bunch of boxes of clothes. So Tessa, sweetie. You can find some long pants. Nice loose-fitting ones, and lose the short-shorts, okay? What you guys get?"

Tessa and Shane emptied their backpacks onto the table. Various fruits, long life items and random tools spilled in front of Cade.

"It's protein." Tessa simply said, placing the container in front of him.

"Look, I said the essentials, okay?"

"It wasn't easy." Tessa sighed, "we almost got caught."

Cade raised an eyebrow, as Shane placed a bottle of mouthwash onto the table. "You stole mouthwash?"

"I like to be fresh, when I'm making out with your daughter." Shane spoke with a smug smile.

Tessa chuckled, while you and Bumblebee looked away. Trying to hide your cheeky smiles, as the pair of you giggled under your breathes.

Cade's brows knitted together, reaching out for the bottle and throwing it across the table. "Yeah that's not happening. Ever!"

Tessa and Shane gave each other awkward smiles.

"A little bit late for that." Your teasing tone whispered to Bumblebee.

---

Walking into the main hall of the cathedral with laptop in hand. The sound of small giggles caught your attention, your movements coming to a halt as your eyes looked away from the screen. Your soft gaze falling onto Tessa and Shane whom cuddled in their little ‘love nest’ corner. Her head resting against Shane’s chest as they sprawled out on the couch, the gentle glow of the dusk sunlight bathing them in a soft colourful glow, as it streamed through the stained-glass window. Numerous candles surrounding them setting the scene just right.

A small smile tugged the corners of your lips, I’m glad they’ve found some calm before the storm.

“Ah-hem. Excuse me.” Cade’s voice echoed throughout the hall, “there’ll be no smooching in front of me. Thank you.”

Speaking of storms...

The couple broke apart, feeling Cade’s disapproval stare upon them.

“You’re so old, Dad.” Tessa complained, “who even saids ‘smooching’ anyway?”

A small prickle of envy crawled in your chest, as you hugged the laptop. Lowering your head a little, attempting to hide your suttle frown.

“It can be so difficult sometimes.” Cade sighed, while drinking a protein shake. His annoyed stare looking up at Optimus, “I’m telling ya. No respect these days.”

Optimus nodded folding his arms across his chest, “I went through something similar with Bumblebee.”

The small prickle of envy snipped your yearning heart, like a flower's thorn upon your skin. Bringing the laptop a little closer to your face, as your cheeks grew a little warm. As the ‘almost kiss’ between you and Optimus replayed in your thoughts.

“Afternoon, Y/N” the sound of Crosshairs' voice caused you to jump a little.

“Cr-Crosshairs? Sorry, you startled me.”

“Really?” you felt his green optics study you. “Something on your mind?”

“Just... running through the plans.” You spoke with a fake smile, “making sure everyone knows the drill, and what not.”

You raised an eyebrow as Crosshairs briefly turned to Drift. Glancing over his shoulder at the blue Autobot, whom gestured in your direction, then to a set of stone stairs.

“Is everything alright, Crosshairs?” your puzzled tone caught his attention.

“Yea. Yea.” he assured with a teasing smile, “just remembered that the Big Boss wants to see you.”

You tilted your head a little. Pressing the laptop harder against your chest, as your heart skipped a little.

“Optimus?...” your voice was low, trying not to sound too surprised.

“Yeah. He said it was something important, or whatever.”

Your confused gaze switched between Optimus, whom still muttered something to Cade, and back to Crosshairs who just stood beside you. Fidgeting around his pistol.

“Ok... well um... I guess I should head over to him-”

A small yelp escaped your lips as he quickly got in your way.

“No! No!” his whisper-shout came out a little louder than intended. “I-I mean...”

Crosshairs gestured you to come a little closer, as he squatted down to your level.

“Crosshairs, what’s going on?”

The Autobot sighed, as his optics fell onto your unamused and confused expression. “Look... I don’t know what the Big Boss wants to discuss with you. Honestly he was very vague about it-”

“Optimus is rarely vague about anything-”

“My thoughts exactly. So I’m assuming it’s something important but also private.”

Crosshairs attempted to hold a convincing smile, as your eyes studied his features.

“Okay...” raising an eyebrow again. Your expression matching your unsure tone, “where do you think he’d would wanna talk?”

“My best guess would be the tower behind you.”

You briefly followed his gesture, pointing at the stone stairs behind you.

Crosshairs shrugged at your silent question. Your eyes studied him one more time, before hesitantly approaching the stairs.

“Well, you almost fucked that up.”

Crosshairs glanced up at Hound, giving the Autobot daggers as he came out of hiding, once assured you were out of earshot.

“Shut up.” Crosshairs hissed, standing to his full height. “I told you, I’m not good at this mushy stuff. If you’d ask me, I think this whole plan is pathetic.”

“¬ you can’t handle the truth!¬” Bumblebee buzzed. His blue optics narrowing at his comrade.

“Autobots?”

All froze as the sound of Optimus’ voice interrupted them.

“What’s going on?”

“¬Y/N wants¬ to see you¬ outside¬ Sir.”

Optimus’ titled his head to the side, his optics giving Bumblebee a questioning gaze. “Why?”

All speechlessly shrugged. But a annoyed whirl wheezed out of Bee, rolling his blue optics at his comrades, while impatiently grabbing Optimus’ servo.

“Bumblebee? What?-”

“¬Outside!¬” Bee simply repeated. Pulling his leader towards the large arch, which lead towards one of the cathedral’s courtyards.

Optimus looked over his shoulder, giving a confused expression to the rest of the Autobots. Drift looked away, trying to hide his knowing smile. While Crosshairs and Hound simply sighed and walked away.

---

Approaching the small stone balcony, a gasp left your breath as your wide eyes fell upon the most curious of sight.

A mixture of fairy lights and string lights lit up the courtyard below. Hanging upon trees and their overhanging branches, dancing up the stone pillars which held the dome roof of a small gazebo. Delicate white lanterns lit by candlelight, was suspended above the gazebo. Their strings stretching from the balcony’s stone frame, to the nearby fence.

Roughly potted flowers lined the courtyard’s flowerbeds, matching the drooping flowers in the large stone pots upon the balcony. A small chuckle escaping you, as your eyes fell upon a bench. Clearly from inside the cathedral, but broken down to fit upon the balcony’s edge. Dressed in loosely thrown flower petals, as it rested against the iron railings of the balcony.

This is by far, better than Tessa’s love nest.

Placing a hand over your mouth, attempting to hide your shy smile. As the sight of Bumblebee dragging Optimus by his servo came to you.

The prime muttered something to the yellow scout, but Bumblebee only shook his head. Optimus’ optics tried to avoid your soft gaze, as Bee turned and went behind him. Giving the leader one final push against his back, before scuttering away.

“This is... unexpected.”

Your sweet tone caught his attention. Optimus’ shy gaze slowly left the floor and onto your blushing face.

“As it is for me.” He spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. “A thousand apologies, Y/N. This isn’t- I-I mean, it isn’t my intention-”

“It’s alright, Optimus.” you assured.

Your warm smile made his spark skip a beat. A gentle hue of warmth returning to underneath his metal plates.

“It’s makes a lovely change from seeing graffitied walls and boarded up windows.”

Optimus returned your warm smile, “indeed it does...”

You clutched onto the laptop tightly, holding it against your chest. As though it would somehow stop the rapid beating of your heart. Warmth came to your cheeks, as you shyly looked away from him.

His scanners picked up your pulsing heart and shaky breath.

Say something! His processors commanded. Anything!

“The laptop in your hands? I um... do not remember you having it before.”

Idiot!

“Um... yeah.” You begun to fiddle with it. “I found it in the station back in Texas. I’ve been going over the plans for tomorrow.”

Optimus nodded, “familiarizing oneself of the strategies and plans, is highly wise. That way you’d most certainly be prepared for anything.”

You awkwardly nodded. Your foot slowly tracing invisible circles upon the balcony floor.

I am going to whack Crosshairs with a wench next time I see him! Your thoughts scolded.

Optimus’ digits became fidgety. His servos clenching and unclenching, as he shifted his weight from one pedal to the other. Edging a little closer to the balcony which came to his chest plate.

His optics widening a little, as you prepared to turn away from him.

Please don’t leave...

“I-I would like to hear the plan.” his voice spat out.

You gazed back at him with a raised eyebrow.

Optimus cleared his throat, “please... I would appreciate if you’d ran a few details by me again.”

“Sure... of course.”

---

A sad whirl wheezed out of Bumblebee, lightly slapping the palm of his servo against his face plate. As him and Tessa moved away from the closed balcony doors.

“I agree.” She muttered, “it is painful.”

Her eyes watched as the yellow scout slouched against the bricked wall. A warm smile tugging at her lips, as Bee’s optics gazed down at his peds.

“Hey. We can still help move things along.”

Bee perked up at her cheerful tone. His hopeful gaze returning to her.

“I’m pretty sure I saw a basketball downstairs-”

“And I saw~ broken bits~ of mirror!” the Autobot buzzed.

“Perfect!”

---

“And with that, we should be straight in, straight out.”

You looked up at Optimus with a soft smile. His gentle expression smiling back, as the redness of your cheeks never faded. His optics finding difficulty to look away for your soft lips.

His spark tried to drive his body towards temptation, while his processors teased him with the ‘almost kiss’ back at the station.

“I cannot help...” Optimus spoke, requiring more focus upon his words than usual. “I cannot help but be concerned for your safety. As if anything were to happen...”

His sentence trailed off into silence, as his optics slightly widened at the sight of you reaching out to him. The cooling fans within his vents working overtime, as the Autobot tried to regulate his climbing body temperature. Your cool, soft touch sent volts of electricity through him, as your fingertips lightly brushed the back of his servo. Not knowing that you made his Spark yearn for you even more.

“You shouldn’t be worried about me. I can take care of myself.”

Your voice sounded like a sirens song, to Optimus’ audio receivers.

“Perhaps something like this would ease your mind.”

Butterflies tangled your nerves, as they fluttered in your stomach. Your heart skipping a beat, as the bazaar idea came to you. Your cheeks radiating similar warmth to Optimus, as you felt his gentle yet lingering gaze. Concentrating on each breath you took, as his optics memorized every detail of your body. How your hair subtlety moved in the cool night air, how your clothes loosely hugged your figure. Yet also leaving each curve of your hips and thighs to one’s imagination.

“Here.” you shyly spoke.

Taking off the ring upon your finger, and placing it into the palm of his servo. Optimus briefly studied the simple iron band, before returning his gaze to you. Your sweet smile making his breath get stuck in his throat.

“It’s my ‘Lucky Ring’- stupid I know. But it was the first thing I ever forged with my Dad, it’s... not perfect. But I feel like it’s brought me a lot of luck, so I was thinking... perhaps... you could have it.”

Optimus gulped, “Y/N... I-I can’t-” placing his free servo over his aching Spark.

You slowly skootched over to him, closing the gap between you.

“Please, I want you to have it.” You carefully guided his digits to enclose around the ring. The small item simply getting lost in his closed fist.

“So whenever you see it, you’d think of me. And that as long as you carry this, a part of me will always be safe with you.”

Optimus caved in to his body’s temptations. His servo leaving his chest, and quickly wrapping around your waist, gently pulling you closer.

“I do not require an item to think of you. For you are always running through my processors.”

The blush across your features spread towards your ears, your face never felt so warm. As the wires within the Autobot’s abdomen crossed and entangled themselves. His Spark’s rhythm matching your pulsing heart.

Optimus’ servo gently retracted from your waist, allowing his index digit to trace your curves before holding it out in front of you.

Your starstruck gaze trailed down from his loving optics, a breathless gap escaping your lips, as the metal plates around his wrist shifted. Thin cables slithered out like snakes, as he brought your iron ring towards them. Immediately threading themselves through the band, securing it tightly against his metal plates, only allowing the ring to dangle a little.

Placing a hand over your silent gasp, as Optimus opened his chest plates. Reveling his pulsing energy core, blue sparks zapped away from his Spark. His hopeful optics watched his core glow brightly in your eyes, his chest raising and falling, while his vents worked overtime.

This... vulnerable feeling? His processors questioned. Is this how it feels to find... a Sparkmate?

Your eyes widened as a glowing shard left his chest, it center glowed slightly dimmer than his Spark.

“This is the Great Matrix of Leadership.” Optimus explained, as the ‘S’-shape shard dance and hovered in the palm of his servo. “It’s the only thing in this universe that can revive the Spark of a Cybertronian.”

“Optimus... it’s beautiful.”

The Matrix rapidly spun in his palm, a blue flash bursting from it’s center, as it shrunk to the size of a small pendant. Optimus gently threaded thin copper wires, which braided themselves together, through the tip of The Matrix

Your heart jumped into your throat, as Optimus guided the necklace towards you.

“It is my gift to you. So a piece of me is always with you-”

“O-Optimus?-”

“It will protect you from any harm. And if should anything ever happen to me, you’d be the one to ignite my Spark. For it’s you, who makes it pulse through my wires.”

While the familiar sensation of a loving bond enveloped the pair of you. His knuckles caressed your cheek, as he gently placed The Matrix necklace around your neck.

“Y/N... believe me, this is not something I do, nor say lightly." Optimus gently admitted, "I can’t give you normality, or anything a regular human could offer. But what I can give, is everything that I am.”

A loving sigh escaped his lips, as you briefly caressed his cheek. Your hand trailing towards his neck, and your fingers tracing the back of his helm. Optimus’ chest closed again, as he placed his free servo around your waist again. Gently sweeping you off your feet, and bringing you closer to him.

"By my Spark, I would protect you. Adore you. Cherish and support anything that's important to you. If doubt ever aches your heart, I will not rest till I can do everything I can, to free you of such feeling."

He placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead, running a digit through your hair. As his optics shined with hope and love.

"And if you ever wished for a piece of the night sky. I would go to its depths, and bring you back the brightest star."

---

“What are you two doing?” Shaned asked raising an eyebrow. As his puzzled gaze fell upon Tessa hoisting up a mis-shaped, makeshift disco ball, while Bumblebee helped guide it. Attempting to not allow the object to knock against the broken window.

“~Kiss the girl~” the Disney song buzzed from the scout’s radio.

“Their leader has fallen for my sister.” Tessa briefly explained, “something about her being Optimus’... what did you call it, Bee?”

“A~ Sparkmate~”

“Yeah... that...”

Shane placed his hands upon his hips. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “and that explains the uh, disco ball, how?”

“~setting the mood~ for ~true loves kiss!-”

“What racket are you two making now?” Crosshairs sighed.

All three turned to the green Autobot, as he crouched near the landing of the stone steps.

“Her sister, your boss.” Shane briefly spoke.

Crosshairs folded his arms across his chest plates, “you two still wasting time with that nonsense? I told you, there’s no such thing as a ‘Sparkmate’-”

“~what would~ you know~ about~ Sparkmate’s?” Bee challenged, letting go of the makeshift disco ball.

“Bee!” Tessa cried, as the rope almost lifted her off the ground.

The scout quickly grabbed the mirror coated ball, saving Tessa from flying a tall height.

“It’s a interspecies relationship.” Crosshairs groaned, “such thing has never been heard of back on Cybertron.-”

“~Love~ comes in~ different shapes!-”

“Ugh, guys.” Shane’s small voice interrupted, as his surprised expression gazed out of the window. “You should take a look at this...”

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Eyes closed and embracing one another. A satisfied hum rumbled in the back of Optimus’ throat, as his lips mimicked yours.

Your heart fluttered, as The Matrix necklace rested against your chest. Your free hand trailed down from the back of his helm, towards Optimus' chest plate. Feeling the vibrations of his Spark, as it burst like small firecrackers.

A muffled moan slipped from you, as his glossa entered your mouth. Deepening the kiss and exploring your flavour, he gently bit your bottom lip. Encouraging your tongue to enter his mouth.

The desire of wanting more knotted in Optimus' admonian, as one of his servo’s explored the curvature of your back. Reaching down towards the waistband of your trousers, slipping his digits underneath the fabric. Butterflies in your stomach, caused the lowest pits to do backflips. As you felt Optimus' servo play with the lace of your undergarments, before giving your ass a cheeky squeeze.

A warmth built up within your core, as your body pressed against Optimus’ chassis. Small volts sparked throughout his wires, as your bust pushed up against him. Taking a moment to pull away from the kiss, as his optics took a cheeky sneak at your cleavage.

S-Sweet Primus!

A flickering flame built up within his core, as dirty thoughts intrude his processors.

His servo cradled your back, as you leaned back a little. Allowing the prime to plant soft kisses along your collar bone, and up towards your neck.

“Y/N... my Sweet Spark.” His toned rippled against you, causing excited shivers to run up your spine.

“Optimus-”

‘Crash!’ ‘Shatter!’

“Bumblebee!” the sound of your sister’s voice interrupted the silence. Followed by a sad whirl wheezing from the yellow Autobot.

You and Optimus looked at the window, which overlooked the balcony. Just seeing a glimpse of Shane and Crosshairs ducking out of sight.

An awkward chuckle erupted between the pair of you, as you and Optimus slowly broke away from one another. Your fingers and his digits tracing each others arm and down towards the palm.

“We uh... should head back inside.” You lowly spoke. Cheeks blushing from the afterglow.

Optimus tenderly kissed your cheek, before returning to his full height. “Indeed... perhaps, we could continue this another time?”

Next Day

“Calm down. Calm down.” Shane nervously muttered to himself, as Bee slowly rolled up to the back entrance of K.S.I.

“Y’know... in times like this, the idea is to keep cool, not look cool.” Cade sighed in the passenger seat. “So why don’t you lose the sunglasses?”

Shane removed the item as Cade briefly glanced at him.

“About a month ago, I thought I heard noises in the middle of the night. Was that you?”

Shane gave him a wide eyed stare, “what? You’re asking me this now?-”

“Don’t lie to me, kid. You see that guy with the gun out there?-”

“There’s so many guys with guns!” his panicky tone hissed.

“Let’s get out the car and tell him we’re about to break in.” Cade’s voice kept it’s calm and collected tone, “we could admit it was your idea. Cause I don’t care, I’m old, I’ve already lived long enough-”

“You have a real bad habit of having these conversations at the wrong time, man!-”

“You wanna come clean, or you want me to make a mess?”

Shane’s heart leapt into his throat, as Cade cleared his throat. Attempting to politely get the attention of one of the guards, “Sir, can I talk to you for a second please?”

“It was me. It was me” the Irishman lowly repeated, as the guard forced Cade’s door shut. Giving Cade a stern expression while shaking his head.

“Taking it in for scanning?” another guard address Shane, while Bee rolled down the driver’s window.

Shane silently nodded, holding up the forged K.S.I staff badge. The guard scanned it, looking over the pair before approving them to go ahead...

The Camero rolled through a hanger of polished concrete floors, and wooden walls painted black. Shane and Cade scanned their surroundings, avoiding eye contact from passing staff members.

“We took old, alien technology and made it better in every way.” A feminine voice echoed over the P.A system, “introducing Stinger.”

Bumblebee rolled to a gentle halt, as Cade’s wide eyed stare glanced up at a pink Transformer. Which was displayed in the middle of the hanger.

“That’s a bad-ass robot.” Shane admired, leaning closer to the windscreen.

“Kinda looks like you, Bee.”

Bumblebee revved his engine, disagreeing with Cade’s observation.

The Texan got out of Bee’s passenger seat, slowly approaching the display. He looked around the hanger, before activating the video recording system, that Crosshairs’ hid into Cade’s smart watch.

“Can you see this, Sweetie?” Cade whispered to you through his ear piece.

“I see it, Dad.” Your polite tone confirmed. “What the hell are these guys doing?”

“Looks like, they’re trying to build their own versions of the Transformers-”

“Well, at least they’re picking cooler cars than this.” Shane interrupted.

Bee revved his engine again, pushing his stirring wheel out of the dashboard and into Shane’s face.

“¬You talk to me like that?¬” the yellow scout buzzed angrily.

“Dad? What’s going on?” your voice scratched through Cade’s ear piece.

“Nothing, Sweetie. I’ll send more stuff your way if I find anything.”

Cade quickly deactivated the recording, approaching Bee’s passenger door again.

“See what happens, when you try and be a smart-ass?” he hissed at Shane.

Shane crawled out of the Autobot’s altmode. As an advertisement projected itself onto a screen, behind the Stinger display.

“Inspired by Bumblebee. But better in every way” the femiline voice continued through the screen.

“~What?~” Bee’s radio harshly buzzed. “~Son of a-”

“No! No!” Cade yelled at the Autobot, whom decided to do burnouts in the hanger. Marking up the polished concrete floor, “you gotta calm down!”

“Bee! Stop messing around!-”

All froze as the sound of voices filled the hanger, Cade and Shane’s nervous stares glanced up at a group of people walking through doors on the opposite side of the hanger.

“Hey!” one of their voices called out. “You two! Grease moneys!”

"Oh shit..." Shane muttered. "That's Mr Joyce, the CEO of K.S.I." He nervously tried to hide behind Bumblebee, as the individual dressed in a fine tailored suit, and glasses approached Cade.

“What the hell is going on here? And what’s with this vintage crap?” He hissed in an hushed whisper.

Bee revved his engine as Mr Joyce gestured towards the Autobot.

“We’re not scanning collector junk.” Joyce's tone held an amused tone, matching his expression. As he continued to talk to Cade, “what is it that you think we make here? Hmm? We make poetry here! We’re poets! When you work for me, you get to make one mistake. One. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Cade professionally spoke, “understood. It won’t happen again, Sir.”

“It certainly won't.” Joyce sighed, “now... let’s get this pathetic thing out of here. And you, too.”

Cade silently nodded, feeling Joyce's stare look over him again. Before returning to the rest of the group, and escorting them out of the hanger.

Shane released a heavy sigh of relief, that he had been holding in the whole time.

“You and Bee leave here quietly.” Cade spoke, as he looked at the Irishman over his shoulder. “I’m going to try and have a look around. Hopefully Y/N is doing better than us...”

---

Your heels clicked along the marble floor, as you walked across the lab of the basement level. Scientists, engineers and various staff hovered around tables. Your hand clenching into a fist inside the pocket of the lab coat, while your free hand fiddled with The Matrix necklace. Your eyes looked at the multiple pieces of alien tech, which scattered across the metal tables throughout the lab.

Your saddened gaze fell onto the heart-wrenching sight before you. A small gasp getting trapped in your throat, as your heart sunk deeper into your chest.

You poor darling. You thought, as the lab-techs melted and pulled parts off, of a decapitated green Autobot helm. What have they done to you?-

“Metal.” A blonde woman wearing a smart three-piece suit approached your side, her blue eyes following your gaze. As you played with your smart watch, discreetly sending the video footage to Drift.

“Just metal. Well, that’s what I always thought of them.”

“You’re wrong.” She gave you a puzzled side glance, as you tried to hide the breaking of your voice. “They’re more than that. They’re living beings with souls- like you and me.”

You pulled a weak smile, “I uh, spoke to one... once.”

“And you’re working with Transformium?”

She studied your silent nod, before turning her attention onto a clear canister filled with a gray substance which looked like sand.

“I’m out there digging for it.” She sighed, “there’s just not much left to find.” Her eyes flickered back to the Autobot’s helm, “so that how badly you guys need more, huh? Reduced to melting old Deceptions?”

“That’s not a Deception.” You corrected, “that’s an Autobot. The ones who fought for us-”

“They slaughtered Ratchet!” Optimus’ angry voice yelled through your ear piece. Almost hurting your ear drum. “I’m gonna tear them apart!”

A loud sound of something falling echoed throughout your ear.

“Excuse me.” You kindly spoke to the blonde woman, as you took a few steps towards one of the exits. “Optimus? Can you hear me?”

Only radio static responded to you.

“Crosshairs? Drift? Can any of you hear me? Please! Don’t do anything rash.”

More static.

An uncomfortable knot twisted in your stomach.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?-

“Security to Level 3, please. Security to Level 3.” A voice echoed over the P.A system.

Now what?

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Shit! Shit! Shit!

Cade ran across the third level of the K.S.I building. Alarms going off over the P.A system, as security followed him.

Dodging between frozen staff members, and bursting through random doors. Cade almost made it back to the lift, which lead down back to ground level.

But he had to come to a skidding halt, as more security guards cut him off. Aiming their weapons in his direction.

“Up against the wall! Hands behind your head!”

A heavy sigh left Cade, as he peacefully co-operated. As the security grabbed his arms, placing them against his back and pinning him against the window.

“Corporate espionage.” A familiar voice caught Cade’s attention. Looking over his shoulder to see Mr Joyce, “that’s a very serious crime, Mr. Yeager. How I didn’t recognize you before baffles me, but no matter-”

“Look! Before this goes any further, I want a lawyer!” Cade protested. “Th-The Justice Department. Somebody I can trust! I’m just trying to protect my family, okay? Not from your company! From the government!”

“I can take it from here, Mr. Joyce.” A new individual entered the scene, Joyce studied the new stranger before walking towards the lift at the end of the hall.

Cade studied the new individual. A middle age man stood before him, well dressed like Mr. Joyce but his scalp reveling a receding hairline. Firm yet studious eyes hid behind thin glasses. He made a simple gesture at the security. Allowing Cade to face him fully, while rubbing his wrists a little.

“My name is Attinger, Mr. Yeager.” He introduced, “and who do you think I work for?”

Cade studied Attinger’s sly smile.

“You’re trying to protect your family, that’s admirable. And I’m trying to defend the nation from a alien war, we’ve had a taste of what that looks like.”

He carefully approached Cade, “and we’re certainly not going to tolerate another. Now... there is a version of this conversation, where you get to back to your barn. Your youngest daughter graduate with honor's, while your oldest gets a full-time position with any company within the U.S.A. I’ll even advocate for her personally for a six-figure salary, should she choose to work with me. And life as you know it, goes on.”

Cade raised an eyebrow, as Attinger continued.

“You and your daughters have no idea, what you gotten yourselves into.”

“And what’s the other version of this conversation?” Cade challenged, bring a frown to Attinger’s features. “Sending in your ‘hired help’ to murder my little girls? Or are you going to man up and do it yourself?”

“Depends on your preference, Mr. Yeager... I don’t ask much. You can still turn things into your favor. All you have to do, is convince your eldest to tell me where Optimus Prime is.”

A cheeky smile came to Cade, as the reflection of Bumblebee in the nearby window caught his attention. “I didn’t raise no snitch-”

‘Crash!’

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Screams echoed throughout K.S.I as Crosshairs and Hound accompanied Optimus. Bursting through high windows, showering everyone below in a rain of glass, as the Autobots made their way through the lower levels.

Crosshairs raised his pistol above his helm, firing warning shots as the trio entered the lab.

“Get out! All of you!” Optimus roared, as people scattered away from him.

“Science fair’s over, meat-bags!” Hound’s voice thundered.

“Destroy the lab!”

The Autobots happily carried out their leader’s orders. Crosshairs and Hound fired at the piles of alien technology, kicking tables and igniting all manner of equipment.

“Excuse me!” You squeaked, trying to push through the flood of people exiting the lab. “Out of my way, please!”

“Destroy it all!”

Your pounding heart ached a little, as Optimus’ rageful voice yelled commands.

“Hey!” Joyce's voice roared over the gunfire, storming over to the Autobot leader. “Hey! Stop! That’s company property!”

“They’re not your property!” Optimus challenged, as he stood over Joyce. Allowing Hound to satisfyingly kick a table filled with alien parts.

“They were my friends!”

Joyce’s studious gaze analyzed the situation.

Finally pushing through the crowd, your eyes widened as Hound clocked his cannon. The weapon releasing a humming sound, as he aimed it at Joyce.

“Oh, you not talking so much now!” a smaller Autobot teased. “Not so tough when Hound is in front of you, huh?”

You watched the small Cybertronian climb onto the barrel of Hound’s cannon, his optics glaring daggers at Joyce.

“Go ahead.” Joyce calmly taunted, “show us your true colours, once and for all-”

“Just give me the word.” Hound smiled, “I’ll splatter him-”

“No! Don’t!” you cried.

“Why don’t you tell Itchy Fingers here, that this is all the spoils of war?” Joyce challenged, “dead metal. Innovation. That’s what we do here, it’s simply science! Because if we don’t do it, somebody else will! Because you cannot stop technology!-”

“We’re not your technology!” Optimus roared.

You ducked as the Autobot blindly kicked machinery into your direction. Causing sparks to erupt from power-ports, and machinery bits fly over your head.

“Optimus! Stop!” you begged.

“Let me vaporize his ass!-”

“Don’t do it, Hound!”

You quickly approached Joyce, standing between him and the barrel of Hound’s cannon.

"Out the way, Y/N." Hound's tone of voice sounded more like a warning, than a pea.

"No, I wont." You gazed into his green optics, range faded as sorrow filled them. "You're better than this Hound. Please... lower your weapon."

Hesitating for a moment, the Autobot grumbled. His cannon slowly shutting down, placing the weapon over his shoulder.

“I broke the code. I own your whole genome.” Joyce spoke with a smug expression. Confidence returning to his tone, since you've became his 'shield.'

“Keep digging your grave!” You hissed turning your whole body to him. “I’m not here for your sorry ass!”

Optimus crouched down to your level, lowering the barrel of his weapon. As his servo went from the weapon's trigger, and reached out for you.

“Y/N...?”

“We’ll tell the world what’s happening here.” You promised. Looking up at him, giving his index digit a comforting touch.

Your voice almost soothing Optimus’ rage filled Spark.

“Interesting... you allied yourself with them?’” Joyce questioned, gesturing at you and Optimus. His curious gaze switching between the pair of you, "or... am I sensing something, a little more?-"

"I'm giving you one chance." You firmly spoke, turning your attention back onto Joyce. "Stop doing this. Or the whole world will know what's happening here! What you're doing them!"

Joyce snickered at your words, “the world? The world would approve, my dear. We can make them now. Don’t you get it? Humanity doesn't need the Transformers anymore-”

“You’re wrong!” You said, shaking your head. “Humanity will always need the Cybertronians.”

A weak smile came to Hound, “you tell him Y/N.”

Optimus studied you and Joyce, puffing out his chest and releasing a unsatisfied huff.

“Autobots... we’re done.”

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ralkana · 3 months

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Fluffbruary, Day 5

February 5: rescue | inertia | lullaby

Dream of the Endless / Hob Gadling

Rated M? Maybe T?

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Hob is desperate.

He is out of options. He is no longer a religious man, but he has prayed. His fate is inescapable.

Hob is trapped.

Dr. Atkins will not leave.

He's tried everything to get his new colleague out of his office. He's tried hints. He's tried exclaiming about how much work he has. He's tried ignoring the man and actually doing his work, but he could not focus, and his students deserve better than that. He's stood at the door expectantly, and Atkins stood just outside the door and kept talking. Hob has gone to the toilet, which was extremely awkward, as Atkins followed him in, kept talking, and then followed him back to his office.

Hob could simply leave, but it's his office! His lunch is here! He has 32 exams to mark and 3 lesson plans to finalize, and he is extremely thirsty but he does not want to make tea because he does not want Atkins to consider it an invitation to sit down again. Also, he's afraid that if he just leaves, Atkins will follow him out and all the way home, still talking.

Atkins is currently bemoaning his tragic love life and failed marriages, and Hob bites back a snarl as Atkins once again laments how all of his lovers have taken advantage of him because he is an empath. Clearly, the man is not, or he would already have been knocked flat by the hostility boiling under Hob's properly polite British demeanor. Get out get out GET OUT! he seethes.

Hob longs for assistance, longs for rescue, but the department is deserted, his colleagues' office doors closed, their window blinds down. He knows they're in there, the cowards, but it's obvious that all of them have already been exposed to their new resident bore, and no one warned Hob.

He yearns for a student to stop in, for a fire alarm, for a bloody earthquake, the building's boiler to explode. He glares at his phone, lying silent and dark on his desk. Why won't it ring?

"Music is my first love, though," Atkins says. For at least the fifth time. "And I want someone I can share that with. Concerts are not the same on one's own."

"Mm, yeah," Hob says listlessly.

There are footsteps in the hall. They stop before his door, and Hob's heart leaps like a startled hare.

"Hello, beloved, I am here for our lunch date. You were to call me after your class, were you not?"

God's wounds, thank you, love!

Hob lurches to pull open the half-open door, grabbing Dream's hand with both of his and clinging.

"Hello, darling, so sorry!" He presses a quick kiss to Dream's lips. "Time got away! Come in, come in!"

Pulling Dream into his office, he threads his arm in Dream's and keeps chattering at lightning speed. "Got so busy talking, you know how it is. Love, this is my new colleague, Dr. Atkins. Drew, this is my husband."

"Oh! Ah, pleasure to meet you," Atkins says, eyes wide as he stares at Dream. Every inch the dream king, Dream nods regally. Seeing Atkins take a breath to speak again, Hob jumps in once more.

"So sorry to rush you out, didn't realize what time it was, we've only got time for a short break, you understand. It was lovely chatting with you!"

If he lets Atkins get a word in, the man will never stop, and then Dream will say something unspeakably rude, and the only reason Hob hasn't already been unspeakably rude is that he still has to work with the man.

"Oh sure, no worries, " Atkins says as Hob herds him inelegantly out the door. "Chat later?" he asks over his shoulder.

"Absolutely," Hob says with a cheery grin as he shuts the door in Atkins' face and then locks it.

He slumps against it momentarily and then springs up to tug Dream into a searing kiss.

Dream rumbles in pleasure like a big cat, hands curving around Hob's waist to pull him close.

They only break apart when Hob gasps for breath. "Hello, love," he pants, tucking his face into Dream's neck. "You're my hero, did you know that?"

"Your daydreams of rescue were very loud, but they did not seem to call for a combative response. Is all well, beloved?" He glares at the closed door. "Is Andrew Atkins a threat?"

Hob snorts and reluctantly steps away to walk toward his desk. He has so much to do. "God, no. Only to my peace of mind and my schedule for the day, duck. New colleague, frightful bore, couldn't get rid of him. I tried everything. Nice bloke, but he would not stop talking. If I had to hear one more time about how he saw Queen at Wembley in '85, I would not have been responsible for my actions."

He daydreams a little vignette of sliding his sword out of a desk drawer far too small for it, grinning at Dream's small huff of laughter.

"I am glad to have come, if it averted unnecessary bloodshed," Dream says as he crosses the office. He leans against the corner of Hob's desk, ankles crossed, and smiles down at him. Hob swivels so that his knee knocks Dream's, and smiles back.

There is a brief moment of blessed silence, and Hob savors it.

"As your rescuer, I believe I deserve a reward, do I not?" Dream's voice is a purr, low and sultry, and it sends a shiver down Hob's spine.

"Oh, I will happily reward you tonight, love. Repeatedly, if you like."

"I am here now. For our lunch date. And I find myself ravenous."

"Dream, we're in my office!"

Dream says nothing, simply staring down at him hungrily, and Hob swallows.

"I am so behind, dove. Atkins was here forever, and I have - " It ends on a gasp as Dream straddles him. Hob's desk chair creaks alarmingly.

"So fickle in your gratitude, beloved," Dream murmurs in his ear, his hands in Hob's hair.

Hob glances at his pile of marking. He glances at the blinds, closed, and the door, locked. Ten minutes. He can take ten minutes. Maybe fifteen.

END

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mechaknight-98 · 4 months

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Best Buddies Ft SinB (NSFW)

Authors note: I'm releasing my Wednesday release a bit early because I understand that not everyone may like it so I might as well get it out of the way. If you enjoy cool. Feel free to tell me what you like and who you would like to see next.

You enter the code for your apartment tired, and frustrated. Your apartment has always felt cramped. Like a rat inside of a cage. You hated it the artificial lights grated on your senses. You yearned for the countryside or any respite from this artificial city. Before your fury could stew further a voice rings out in comfort.

"Aye, you look like shit," SinB says to you as you walk into your shared small abode. you smirk as she has the temperature just right to shake off the cold, and the smell of pizza fills the air.

“How do you know you can't even see me?” you yell.

“I have seen you come home enough times to know when you'll look like shit. Especially when you're 2 hours late.” SinB chortles.

You smirk at SinB before retorting, "Well yeah some of us have to work normal jobs where we look like shit." you smile when SinB comes into view. Her resting serious face appears stern but to you, it was a facade as you walked over to your buddy. You hug her tightly. SinB looks at you while you hug her

“What’s got you smiling so much?” SinB asks intrigued as she breaks away and walks around you.

You smile harder as you answer “Nothing just happy to be home with friends.” you loved her tough exterior hiding her soft and goofy heart.

“Ah now don't go all sappy on me. It's annoying,” SinB replies feigning an annoyed tone that you knew she was happy to see you.

“Well with the day I had, I get the right to be.” you challenge.

SinB stops in front of you and holds your hands. She watches as they violently shake with the remaining workday jitters and anger

“You need a new job, I can feel your body tremble with rage. Why do you let them treat you like that?” SinB says plainly

“Why are you hiring?” you tease.

SinB smacks your arm as she laughs. Her response is biting, short but true“I'm serious I can feel how sad and angry you are. Why do you let these people walk all over you,”

“I know it's just…” you begin

“I know I know you have to be guarded and can't “expose yourself to harm” but you being the considerate one harming you. consider finding a better environment” SinB implores you

You shrug this job was a massive pain to get and you didn't want to leave SinB hanging so you throw her a bone, “Well if you know where I should look, I will,” you reply

SinB pouts as she watches your features, she eyes you up and down as you change out of your work clothes into normal clothes, “Why don't you go back to photography? You were so good at it!”

You sigh as you've had this conversation over and over “It didn't pay the bills.”

SinB grins mischievously as she counters, “If I remember correctly it paid most of them before we met.”

You groan remembering the context, “Well, that was before we began living together in this dump.”

As you walk to grab a slice of cheese Pizza SinB narrows her eyes and asks “Maybe then we should move back to the countryside at least for a bit. You can go back to photography and I can still focus on Viviz”

Your eyes spring back to life as you excitedly say, “I love that! how about we do that three months from now sound?”

SinB pouts and groans at your lack of impulsivity, “I’m okay with it but I'd rather you quit tomorrow.”

You look at SinB worried “SinB you know I can't do that”

SinB steals your slice and with a partially full mouth garbled “Why not? What happened to my country boy who wanted to document the world?”

“I think he moved in with a famous pop star and needed to not be a burden to her, I need to be careful” you respond

SinB smiles and chuckles. when you walk into the small kitchen area of your apartment you see SinB who smiles at you. She walks over to you and stares at you her adorable pout lives up the oppressively dull apartment you lived in. She gets closer and hugs you as she does she hands you a slice of pizza it's Hawaiian, your favorite.

“You need to get out of Seoul,” SinB says as she caresses your back. You nod as you take a bit of pizza

"Ah, my favorite. what's the occasion?" you ask curious. SinB smiles

She purses her lips before saying, "Well I thought I should get something for my best Buddy before I leave for my world tour."

You smile proud of her and all of her hard work. You take a bite of Pizza then say, "Oh right Congrats. So is this your going away party? Also, this is the reason I can't leave tomorrow we have too much going on "

SinB smiles before she says seductively, "Something like that."

You tilt your head to look down at her. Her eyes are full of excitement but also nerves, which makes you worry so you ask a teasing question."But don't you want to be with your family, friends, or members?" you tease as you finish your Pizza slice

The air drastically shifts from loving to lustful "Well, I would but I couldn't do this. SinB says before bringing you into a lurid and fevered kiss. She also squeezes your ass and begins to massage it. when you feel her tongue venture into your mouth you break the kiss. a trail of saliva being the only remnant of the lip lock. SinB licks her lips.

"So this isn't an innocent meeting between friends?" you ask with feigned annoyance.

"Oh Please it's been a week since we've fucked." SinB said bluntly. She pouted at you before continuing, "We need this. Plus I know you have been dreaming about my body. I know yours has been running around in my mind." as she speaks she closes in on you again and firmly grabs your ass before bringing you in for another kiss. this one is even more hot and heavy than the last. you stay with her in this moment getting lost in each other's taste. When I pull away from SinB she smirks evilly which in this context can only mean one thing. "God I love your ass. I can't wait to pound it to oblivion." SinB mewls as she leads you to the bedroom. Your eyes roll.

"is this the only reason you took a chance on a foreigner like me, just so you could use my ass?" you question your friend with benefits.

"No you pillowy ass is just the icing on the cake. You're kind, smart, honest, and tough so I can be me when I am with you as opposed to SinB the K-pop star. I can be Hwang Eunbi the lady." SinB said wistfully.

You tilt your head at her words, as they stirred your heart not to lust but to care, despite being Lusty partners you had grown to care for Eunbi the girl, and weren't just in it for SinB the star. In the mundane moments you gathered while living together you learned a lot about her. Her likes her dislikes. Her apprehensions and her relations. Besides her members, you were probably the one who knew her best, but that went both ways. When SinB looked into your eyes she saw her “cuddle bear”. She saw the soft-hearted but fierce-minded guy whom she was trying hard not to fall for. She respected your opinions and insights on the world. So seeing you so furious with no recourse at her up. You smile at Eunbi and realize you've fallen for her. This revelation of hers was news to you so you ask, "So would you rather me call you Eunbi?"

Eunbi's eyes cloud over with lust as she stares at you hungrily, "OOh, I like that say it again." she demands in her "Sex starved tone."

"Uh Eunbi." Eunbi's eyes disappear as she smiles with a brightness that can rival the sun. You truly love her goofy eye smile and wish she would wear it all the time. In your opinion it was better than most of the other accessories she would often wear. When she regains her composure she pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door.

"Strip," she commands. you do as she commands as she strips as well. when you are both naked as the day you were born you approach your "friend with benefits."

"I'd usually say take me to dinner first but we kinda already did that." you tease which causes Eunbi to laugh as she looks for her strapon. you kiss her forehead and keep her close for a bit which she appreciates but also she's needy and goes back to her searching.

When she finds the strap she puts it on and sashays back to you before she bends you over the bed and slaps your ass she watches as the flesh jiggles with delight.

Eunbi’s dainty hand actresses your rear, “okay babe relax.”

You hear Eunbi’s slip of the tongue and turn to face her, as you say “Babe?” Eunbi blushes before telling you to shut up. You hear her spit and try to relax.

"Okay, I am going to start, and then after that rail me until I can't walk anymore," Eunbi says with eyes glazed over by need and lust but lit with excitement. As She fastens the strap she moans as one of the heads is driven deep into her pussy. You breathe as she impales you

“God I forgot how tight you were relax babe it will be fine,” Eunbi assures you, and in her eyes you see concern. You know she wants you to feel as good as she does and doesn't want you hurt. So you slow your breathing and calm the jitters. As she thrusts into you again the stresses and annoyances of work wash away. “Atta boy babe,” SinB says as she slides in and out. You moan which makes Eunbi swell with joy. “You like how I fuck that fat ass babe.”

“Oh yes” you moan Eunbi smiles as she keeps thrusting. Despite the uncanny feeling of being pegged. It was a pleasant still euphoric experience. As Eunbi continued her thrusts you moan to her “Oh god yes take all your stress out on my fat ass dominate it.” you almost yell to Eunbi. As she pounds into your ass this strange feeling of compertion sets in. It drives you wild to watch your friend? Have her way with you. So you egg her on even harder letting yourself submit to her. “Oh don't you love this fat ass that ripples each time you pound into it?” you say as you watch Eunbi lose control.

She pulls your back up and says “I love this slutty ass. It's all mine too, and no one else. I love that this fat ass is only mine to fuck and mine to ruin. I love it.” Eunbi says as she continues to speed up her thrusts. You see sweat build on her body, but then you feel your head being jerked to her eyes.

“Be a good boy for me babe and roll those pretty eyes back.” as she says that she goes deeper than you've ever felt and you scream. Eunbi moans “There's my good boy. The good boy who’s always so supportive of me and everything I do. The good boy who left his photography job so he could live with me. The good boy who lets me ruin his ass. That's who you are. Don't let anyone tell you different.” Eunbi says as she continues to pound into you. While she does so Eunbi begins stroking your dick while she fucks you. You Moan and writhe in her arms overwhelmed. seeing this Eunbi decides to send you over the edge. “Is my good Boy gonna cum. Because I think my good boy needs it. Forget about work forget about your terrible boss just focus on me, good boy. Let me take care of you.” to send you over the edge she nibbles on your right ear. her actions and words meteor you over the edge. You start cumming and can't stop your seed flying all across the bed. Eunbi smiles as she continues to use your ass chasing her release now as she watches your cock viciously spray all over the bed. After your orgasm ends you lay on the bed as she continues to rail you Eunbi smiles as she sees your body release the tension you've held since you walked in the apartment.

this stokes the flames of Eunbi’s lust which push her to fuck you harder. You turn your back to watch Eunbi lose herself to the pleasure of her bright smile plastered all over her face

“Babe” she groans you turn to face her “I'm cumming.” you smile as she moans and screams before falling on top of you. You scoop up the smaller lady and you both lie on the bed. Removing the cum stained comforter first obviously. The saccharine scent of sex permeates the bedroom as the two of you lie down together. “I have never seen you cum that much or that violently,” SinB says with a raised eyebrow

You smile as you fix her hair before saying, “Well yeah how could I not when my best buddy takes such good care of me.”

SinB blushes and pouts as she says “Well someone has to take care of my good boy since he won't do it for himself.”

The atmosphere goes from lurid to chaste as you lay next to Eunbi. Your body eases more as she plays with your hands. She turns and boops your nose, and your heart explodes causing you to say, “I love you Eunbi.”SinB’s eyes widen at your statement and she goes silent. You watch as her brain squirms and tries to process your statement and her own emotions regarding you.

“You’re a dick you know that.” SinB says.

You laugh as she continues to play with your hair, “I told you this would get messy and that's why I didn't want to start this relationship.”

“I know Mr. Know it all but couldn't you have been less annoying about it?” SinB asks pointed you shrug at her question.

“You’ve been so good to me and providing me such peace in all of this how could I not fall for you?” you ask Eunbi

Eunbi smirks and says, “I am pretty great aren't I?” you nod and she starts kissing you again while rubbing your hardening cock at a egregiously slow pace. You groan as the kiss breaks. Eunbi stares at you with wanton eyes, you know what she wants. You get up and move her to her favorite position; doggy. You rub your rod across the edge of her folds. She is absolutely drenched to the point of it pooling under her cunt and as you continue to tease her she yells at you. “Stop teasing me. Be a good boy and rail me.” you smile and oblige like the good boy you are. Your first thrust into SinB is much like her subtle but overwhelming. Shes is always tighter than you think she would be and as you bottom out slowly in her she mewls in fervent pleasure, you groan as she moans saying,”oh yes Zod fill me.”

“Shit Eunbi. How are you always so tight?” you question

“I'm always tight for my good boy,” Eunbi says with a wicked smile before you begin to thrust. You start slowly hoping to give her time to adjust but she yells at you to go faster and harder she can take it. So again you are obliged you watch as she loses herself to the pleasure and says “God you fill me so well.” and as her breath hitches she becomes impossibly tight, oh God I'm cumming” SinB yells as she begins to squirt all over the bed. A first for the both of you actually since you had never seen this before. Her tightness is so overwhelming in fact that it forces you out of her as she rides her orgasm. While her body rages on without you watching as continues chasing the high. After SinB calms down you look at the mess she made and sigh. She looks at you apologetically as you gesture for her to get up so you can wash all of the bedding now. As the two of you wait you go back to the now-cold pizza and begin eating it well you just dive right in Eunbi heats hers up in the oven “like a civilized person” but cold pizza is delicious so you ignore her remark as you continue eating. SinB smirks and after her pizza is finished she sits next to you. She leans on you as the two of you eat pizza naked in your shared apartment.

“Hey Zod why did you agree to move in with me?” Eunbi asks.

“I thought it would be fun. I didn't expect We’d become so close,” you respond

“Do you like us being so “close?” she asks. I can hear the worry in her voice and I respond

“Despite hating this workload and culture I have never once regretted the time we've spent together and would do it all over again,” you answer

SinB looks at you surprised to hear you say such kind words, “oh you've fallen for me hard.” she teases. You nod.

SinB pouts, “How do you do it? How do you stay so calm when everything around you is on fire.” she asks

You turn to her with a simple response, “I always weigh the cost of losing my cool. At work if I hit Mark for saying something smart about you I won't be able to see you anymore.” you say calmly

“So you endure all this for me?” Eunbi asks

“No, you are just icing on the cake.” you tease Eunbi which causes her to hit you.

“I love you too best buddy,” Eunbi says as she leans into you again

#viviz sinb #sinb #viviz #viviz smut #sinb smut #kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader

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vampcubus · 10 months

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ACK- Romantic sub!Tanjiro, my love

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!tanjiro, dom!reader, public sex, footjob, this got a bit out of hand...

YES YES YES cus he loves romance, wants to be the best partner he can be! Always gets you surprise flowers, even when there isn't an occasion, just cus he saw them and thought of you <3 He gets so flustered when you return the favor, shoving a bouquet in his face.

"F-for me? oh, darling..." he sighs, taking the flowers graciously, even if the scent is a little overwhelming. He's a bit teary-eyed because no one has ever given him flowers before and he's so touched.

Deeply appreciates traditional courting practices like dates, and gift giving, and deep conversations about anything and everything. Loves that simple love where you understand one another without having to say a word, mindlessly doing things for one another to make life a little bit easier. He doesn't expect to be swept off his feet by his love, always staring in flustered awe as they do romantic things for him.

You wrote him poetry and love letters while he's away? Please his heart is melting as he hangs on to every word, admiring your handwriting as you profess your love for him, making him yearn for you all the more. He definitely keeps your letters on his person so he can reread them when he misses you. Wanna take him by the waist to slow dance with him in the kitchen? His heart skips a beat, eyes crinkling fondly as he gazes adoringly into your eyes, swaying with you to music you can only hear in your hearts.

Tanjiro is always treating you to all sorts of restaurants, reaching across the table to hold your hand as you dined on good food, talking about what you've been up to while you're apart. He startles so easily when your foot brushes his ankle beneath the table, creeping further and further up as the night goes on.

His face is beet red, and he can hardly get a coherent sentence out when the server asks if he's alright, did he need a refill? followed by a resounding "NO I'M FINE THANK YOU!" that makes heads turn and he hides his face with his hand until they look away.

He's begging you with his eyes from across the table as your foot inches closer and closer to his cock, though it's hard to tell if its for you to stop or continue. He sucks in a breath and bites down hard on his lip to keep from moaning out as your foot presses against his hardness, only for all the air to be forced out of him when you stroke him through his hakama with your foot.

"Mmf- mm, darling, please th-there's people watching us," he'd whimper, though his hips start bucking against your foot anyways, free hand clutching your ankle as he rolled his hips, grinding his clothed cock into the arch. "S-someone will see."

"Don't be so noisy and they won't see. You clearly don't want me to stop," you'd purr, sipping at your sake and watching him squirm with your chin in your hand, enraptured. Tanjiro shivers more under your lustful gaze, chewing his lip raw in an attempt to keep his voice down as his orgasm builds embarrassingly fast. "Doing so good for me, Tan. You're so sweet for taking me out to such a nice place. You deserve a reward."

"I-It's nothing, really. Y-you deserve nice things," He insists, though his reddish eyes nearly roll back at your praise, breath coming out in puffs as your foot sped on his cock. Your other foot joins in, cradling his cock between the other and stroking it through his pants. He lets out an aborted mewl, stuffing his mouth with his fist to contain it as he dances on the edge, so close to creaming his pants.

"Maybe after we leave here, I'll fuck you properly, yeah? Ride your cute cock til i've had enough." He bucks so hard his knee knocks against the table, the sound loud enough to warrant some more stares. You only smile sweetly at them, waving at them in dismissal as if you weren't torturing him with your foot.

"D-darling, ah...! Gonna, oh my, I'm g-gonna...!" he croaks, tears pricking at the corners of his round eyes, staring into yours desperately. His hand squeezes yours so tightly, and you only croon and stroke your thumb over his knuckles comfortingly.

"Go on, sweetheart. Show me you can cum quietly for me like a good boy." That seems to flip a switch because his eyes glaze over and his head tips back, feet planting on the ground to hump his erupting cock against your foot fervently. He does everything in his power to keep quiet as he spurts into his hakama, though a few whines slip out, he is mostly silent through it. "Hmf! mmm!"

And when he's finally finished writhing, he slumps in his chair, exhausted. Your feet return to the floor, and you lift his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles oh-so-sweetly. He gives you a weak look of affection when he comes down from his high, a furious blush spreading across his face all the way up to his ears. He shifts uncomfortably and cringes at the stain forming in his hakama, sighing deeply though his nose.

"I can't believe we did this here. You have no shame!" he whisper-yells in an accusatory tone, though he can't quite meet your eyes anymore. You only giggle at that.

"You seemed like you were enjoying it, so who's really the shameless one here? You liked it didn't you, cumming in front of all these people?" you tsked, feigning disappointment as you shook your head.

"I-I..." Tanjiro starts, making a face. He couldn't even get the lie out, that he didn't love the thrill of doing such a filthy thing in public, where anyone could have seen you and tarnished your reputation. "Yes, I may have... liked it."

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #sub!tanjiro #sub tanjiro #sub kny #sub!kny #sub demon slayer #dom!reader #dom reader #n/sfw

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Can I have yandere Dark Link, yandere BEN Drowned with y/n as a bride (or a bridal y/n try to escape lol)? 🥹

:: YANDERE! BEN Drowned & Dark Link, BRIDE! Reader ::

• i do not own the image above •

TW: nothing too horrible, just a bit sadistic on some parts but that’s really it

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| Dark Link

:; you have anything you could ever want, why would you try to escape him? he spoils you (with stolen money of course), you have the newest gowns on the market, the finest shoes, and the shiniest jewelry princesses all around yearn for

:; maybe it’s the way his claws wrap around your throat to stop your breathing after he found you halfway out a window to freedom, or the way his jealous eyes pierce into your soul while you’re speaking to his guardsmen, unbeknownst to him begging them to help you find a way out

:; little do you know, he knows how you beg them to help you find a way out, he knows everything and will always know everything you do, everywhere you go, every time your heart beats, he knows that, too

:; but, you’re his everything. his beautiful, perfect princess and soon to be bride. he asked you to be his bride a year prior, showering you in gifts and throwing a small ball, the guest list only including the two of you. did you think he’d let anyone else in the castle you share? definitely not. his princess isn’t allowed visitors, he’s the only person you need

:; he planned the wedding by himself, assuring you that “his bride does not need the extra stress of doing the planning theirselves”. everything has to be perfect and expensive for his bride, from the decor hanging from the ceilings to the red bottom heels you’d be wearing

| You stared into the full length mirror, barely recognizing the reflection looking back. Just as promised, Dark had you fitted into red bottom heels, a tight but flowing matching wedding dress, and the longest veil you had ever seen. You just had your makeup and hair finished by the maids of the castle, who silently dolled you up. You knew their silence was not because they were displeased with you, they all just lacked a tongue, tongues that dark link had cut out of their throats when they first started leading you to freedom when you first arrived. Their punishments were because of you. Maybe it was best they could not speak, you would not know what to say to them anyways besides “i’m sorry”.

The maids exited the room in a scurry, hearing him coming before you could turn around and see where they had gone. Dark Link entered just as the door shut, a grin adoring his handsome face.

“Ah, what a beautiful bride you are, y/n.” He cooed, stepping further into the room to admire his woman in more detail. He waltzed around your gown, running a finger along the veil fastened to your head, all the way up until his hand rested upon your shoulder. You looked away, avoiding his prying eyes.

“Simply gorgeous,” he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. You bit your lip to avoid pulling away from him.

“I assume you think the same?” Dark asked aloud, still gloating on how beautiful you were, taking in all the details of you. “If not, I’ll have some punishing to do.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, meeting his unwelcoming red irises. He still had that stupid grin on his face.

“That would be highly unnecessary, Dark. I feel fine.” You tried not to snap like you did, but the way he was eating you up with his eyes angered you. This is not what you wanted, to be his prisoner and now be forced to marry him.

“Perfect Princess. Then we shall begin the ceremony, eh?” Dark stared at you for a second longer, almost begging you to grimace so he could wrap his hand around your throat. He fantasized the thought, gripping your throat in that pretty wedding dress of yours, he had to shake it away before he got too carried away. Thankfully, you smiled up at him with a small nod. He knew it was fake but at least you did not snap at him.

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

:; the wedding went as planned, only the two of you standing under the alter. Dark played all the roles, smirking while doing so

:; when he got to the “i do’s”, your mind screamed at you to say no, but the way he stared down at you like a piece of meat had you whispering a soft, “i do”, tears dripping down your cheeks when he pushed the diamond onto your ring finger

:; Dark could only smile, and being the devil he is, leaned down to kiss your cheek while you cried, savoring the taste of your tears before repeating the same “i do” and pulling you down to kiss your lips

:; to anyone else this would have been the ideal wedding. expensive, oh so beautiful, and the way Dark placed his hand on your back to swoop you downwards into a kiss was so blissfully perfect, you felt drunk when he brought you back up to your feet

| “Oh my beautiful girl, I knew this was the perfect moment, but the tears just pulled everything together,” Dark’s hand remained pressed into your back, the other fanning against your chest to hold you steady on your feet.

You almost felt sick and so dizzy on your feet, but his hands on you were the last thing you wanted. Without thinking, you attempted to push away from him, but his grip started to tighten.

“Ah, ah, ah, princess,” Dark’s tone was threatening, but the realization of what just happened was finally hitting you, and it was hitting you hard. This is not what you wanted. To be married to this demon? No, you wanted to be free. You needed to be free.

With a hard push, you freed yourself from Dark’s grip, startling him a bit. Surprisingly, he took a step back, but the way his eyes narrowed, you knew his anger was only building up.

You dashed off towards the doors, your dress and veil flowing behind you.

Dark watched you run off, only smiling at your feeble attempt to escape. It was beautiful, how you ran for an escape. Did he remember to lock the front doors? He honestly did not remember. But, the chase is what he liked most. It’s what drives him to want you even more, his perfect bride.

To run away on your wedding day, though? He could feel his own blood rushing through his veins, anger eating him up. But the chase was too good, it excited him seeing how much you loved to be chased down and captured again.

“Oh, Princess.” He sighed, cracking his knuckles before the chase, “you should realize by now that you’re all mine.”

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| BEN Drowned

:; ben adores his beautiful bride, he wedded you years before his obsession for you grew, and boy does it grow even stronger as the days go on

:; you have been held against your will with ben for a long time now, days mixed into months and months have mixed into years. the longer you’ve been with him, the more memories of your past fade away and new ones are created only based around him, just how he likes it

:; ben has corrupted your mind, erased your memories, only you can think of him, no one else. why would you want to think of anyone else anyways? he’s the one who provides for you, watches after you, lays in bed with you. this life is perfect. so why couldn’t you accept that?

:; ben was quick to force marriage onto you, planning a simple yet beautiful wedding deep in slender woods. you never saw another guest present but felt a thousand eyes on you the whole ceremony. that’s what stopped you from having the chance to run away during the wedding

:; ben always warned you that there were far worse people monsters out there than him. but he was already the worse, to you at least

(the following took place on your wedding day)

| The wedding had long been over and the next stage of your newly-wed life was about to begin. The honeymoon.

Ben planned your honeymoon, as he did everything else that took place in your life, and brought you out to the snowy mountains of Colorado to celebrate.

Without much fuss, you went with him, arriving late into the evening after the wedding. You were still in wedding attire, though not your actual wedding dress. You had on your second wedding dress, a much shorter and tight fitting dress usually used for dancing after the ceremony was over.

Ben showed you inside a beaten up and tattered cabin, covered in snow and vines. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been somewhere else besides Ben’s home back in the forest. Even though the cabin was falling apart little by little, you were grateful for new surroundings.

“Do you like it, Darling?” Well, grateful for new surroundings if they didn’t include him.

Ben entered the cabin behind you, throwing what little suitcases he’d brought onto the floor. He rubbed his hands together and you stared at the wedding band wrapped snuggly around his ring finger. You were disgusted at the thought of now being married, especially married to this creep.

“I asked you a question, Darling.” Ben mumbled, glancing up to catch your eyes. You quickly looked away, giving a small nod to answer him. He didn’t react, only walked further into the cabin and gestured for you to follow him.

You stumbled behind him, taking in what little scenery the cabin gave. Windows. Unlocked windows. You thought as you both walked into the only bedroom in the cabin.

Ben turned abruptly, grabbing your hands into his, the diamond on your finger twinkling in the dim light of the room.

“This is perfect,” he started, his grip gentle as he rubbed his fingers over your knuckles, “I have a lot planned for us y/n, my beautiful bride.”

You stopped yourself from cringing, only smiling up at the demon. “Sounds wonderful, Ben.”

Ben smiled back, his hands slithering down your body to rest against your hips. “You’re as beautiful as ever,” Ben whispered, and you were thankful the dress you wore had thick material to where you couldn’t feel the way his claws dug into you.

You nodded, never really knowing how to respond to his compliments. You hated them of course, but when Ben wasn’t being a raging psycho, you would take all you could get.

“Well, I better unpack our bags, Darling. We’ll be here for a week.” Ben released you from his grip and sauntered out the room without another word. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

Escape. Your mind screamed. You looked around the room, seeing a door leading outside. It must be a balcony and you hoped it was not too far up to where you could easily jump down without injuring yourself.

You walked over and twisted the knob. Unlocked, perfect. With Ben distracted, this could really be your only chance to slip out unnoticed. He’s definitely going to be all over you watching like a hawk since this was your supposed honeymoon.

You stepped out the door, a cold gush of wind almost knocking you off your feet. The snow nipped at your exposed skin and you wished you had a jacket to protect your arms. This dress was not the greatest attire for snowy mountains.

Ben packed you plenty of clothes for the cold but you did not have the time to throw something on, this could be your only chance of freedom.

With a huff, you walked onto the balcony, observing how far the drop would be. It was a good distance up, but not too far to where bones could be broken. You felt scared for a second, almost regretting this decision, but getting away from Ben would be the greatest outcome for you. You could return to a normal life and not be forced into things, like being his bride.

You had a rush of adrenaline and took the jump, landing on the soft layer of snow below. That wasn’t so bad. You thought, then picking a direction and running in it. Goodbye Ben.

:; time had passed and Ben eventually finished with the unpacking. he hadn’t heard a single noise from you but had assumed you laid down for a nap

:; when ben entered the bedroom, he was pleasantly surprised to not find you there but quick to start searching

:; he honestly couldn’t believe you would run away. why would you? he gives you everything you need. but once he looked outside the balcony doors and noticed footprints running off into the snow, he felt an unfathomable rage building up inside of him

:; how long had you been gone? did you plan this the whole ride here? why couldn’t you be a good bride?

:; ben was unsure if the tracks were recent since the snowfall stopped a while ago, but that wasn’t going to stop him. without a thought, he was also jumping over the same balcony and running off in the direction your footprints led

:; a runaway bride, how cute. ben couldn’t lie, the chase is always the best part, especially when he finds his pretty little thing cowering in fear upon being found

:; he knew you wouldn’t get away, no, he could never, ever let that happen. you are his, his perfect bride and he was going to hunt you down over and over until you realize he’s never going to give up

:; “I’m coming for you my sweet bride, and you’re going to learn to never run away from me again.”

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Wow! Hello :) this was a long one, but i loved this idea and did get a bit carried away. thank you so much for requesting! i hope this is what you meant by the request, if not feel free to request some more. (this was def not proofread either so ignore mistakes until they’re fixed lol🙏) i’d definitely be down for part twos on this, too. everything was just getting spicy near the ends of both 👀🌶. some parts did seem a bit sadistic, i’m sorry lol, but i did try to throw in some romance here & there. anyways, thanks to all for reading & hearting <3 requests are open 🧁’s, send me some ideas! - 🍫🍄

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edenmemes · 1 year

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❝ i don’t like seeing you nervous. ❞ ❝ the risk of doing nothing becomes the greatest risk of all. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna get us both in trouble. ❞ ❝ i’m not moving. you want it, you take it and i walk away. ❞ ❝ if it’s not important, why not tell me? ❞ ❝ don’t tell anybody you saw me. don’t tell anybody you know where i am. ❞ ❝ you don’t look so good. ❞ ❝ you need to get as far away from here as you can. ❞ ❝ you're like me. we were born in a hole. all we know is climbing over somebody else to get out. ❞ ❝ it’s all about you, isn’t it? it’s always all about you. ❞ ❝ ah, you’ve remembered how to mock me. ❞ ❝ that’s as close to an apology as you’re gonna get. ❞ ❝ maybe we should quit while we’re ahead. ❞ ❝ welcome. and just in time for dinner. ❞ ❝ there’s no way out alive. of that you must be sure. ❞ ❝ my anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight...they've set me on a path from which there is no escape. ❞ ❝ i'm struggling to understand why my faith doesn't calm me. i believe in something. why am i so unsettled? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to worry about me anymore. ❞ ❝ i thought you left without me. ❞ ❝ you have a different path, and i’m not judging you. ❞ ❝ it’s better you don’t know. ❞ ❝ you’re avoiding the question. ❞ ❝ hey. you know something i don’t? ❞ ❝ i told you, i’m doing everything i can. ❞ ❝ you might as well wear a sign that says, "i promise to disappoint you." ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding on my floor. ❞ ❝ you knew where this was going. you’ve always known. ❞ ❝ i need to hear you tell me you can follow the plan. ❞ ❝ pull yourself together, all right? ❞ ❝ this time...you can’t stay, and i can’t go. ❞ ❝ i burn my decency for someone else's future. i burn my life to make a sunrise that i know i'll never see. ❞ ❝ i said i know you. i know all about you. ❞ ❝ why don’t we do something fun tomorrow night? ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i am going to ask you a question. i expect an honest answer. ❞ ❝ i yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time i looked down, there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. ❞ ❝ that’s cold. even for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll stay with me. i need all the heroes i can get. ❞ ❝ i’m thinking clearly and you’re not. ❞ ❝ is that your defence? you’ve been ‘careful’? ❞ ❝ any civilized being knows an open invitation is no invitation at all. ❞ ❝ rule number one: never carry anything you don’t control. ❞ ❝ what’s the hurry? got some place to be? ❞ ❝ you come all this way to scold me? ❞ ❝ i’d never lie to you. ❞ ❝ you’re not here to save anybody but yourself. ❞ ❝ what, not happy to see me? ❞ ❝ i’ve never loved anyone the way i love you. ❞ ❝ i won’t have peace. i’ll be worried about you all the time. ❞ ❝ turning back will be impossible. ❞ ❝ there’s no room for doubt on the path to success. ❞ ❝ two guys jumped me. it went too far. ❞ ❝ you fall here, you fall alone. ❞ ❝ i’m just saying out loud what you already known. ❞ ❝ you love me because i show you what you need to see. ❞ ❝ it’s just me against everybody else. ❞ ❝ you don’t want to hear what happened? ❞ ❝ hey. i won’t forget this. ❞ ❝ you think it’s hopeless, do you? freedom? independence? justice? ❞ ❝ no one’s more at risk than i am. ❞ ❝ you wanted to leave? this is what it comes to. ❞ ❝ what are you staring at? ❞ ❝ we’ll die with nothing if we don’t put aside our petty differences. ❞ ❝ you’ll make an effort tonight if it kills you. ❞ ❝ i write when i can’t sleep. ❞ ❝ you haven’t been listening to me, have you? ❞ ❝ us? i don’t know you. ❞ ❝ i’m not gonna put my people at risk for someone else. ❞ ❝ your father’s looking for you. ❞ ❝ why would i go anywhere with you? ❞ ❝ i'm glad you’re here. no matter what the reason. ❞ ❝ that’s what a reckoning sounds like. you want it to stop, but it just keeps coming. ❞ ❝ come on. we need to get out of here. come on. ❞ ❝ being a leader isn’t just something you can turn on and off. ❞ ❝ it’s been a day of surprises for all of us. ❞ ❝ you lived because you ran. ❞ ❝ i imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you'll ultimately die fighting these bastards. ❞ ❝ you think i haven’t thought this through? i’d be the first one to fall. ❞ ❝ wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till there's nothing left? ❞ ❝ you’re wasting energy. you know i’m right. ❞ ❝ i just want what’s mine. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ you have a problem, you come to me. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think we’re in over our heads. ❞ ❝ everyone has their own rebellion. ❞ ❝ can one ever be too aggressive in preserving order? ❞ ❝ the day before is always hard. too much time to worry. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. ❞ ❝ i wake up every day to an equation i wrote fifteen years ago from which there's only one conclusion, I'm damned for what i do. ❞ ❝ i’m just trying to clear my name. ❞ ❝ working with other people is never easy. ❞ ❝ just being in your presence...i've realized that life is worth living. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in right now? ❞ ❝ i knew you were lying. i knew it. ❞ ❝ losing hope? your mind? keep it to yourself. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ the axe forgets, but the tree remembers. ❞ ❝ perhaps my deranged belief that there was something better fated for me in the future was a dream worth clinging to. ❞ ❝ i’m not here for career advice. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between fear and losing your nerve. ❞ ❝ you’re slouching. is that how you present yourself to the world? ❞ ❝ perhaps you should have a rest. ❞ ❝ i didn’t deserve what happened. ❞ ❝ you should go. i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ i’d forgotten how sensitive you can be. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky to be alive right now. ❞ ❝ so, that’s it? that’s why you’re here? revenge? ❞ ❝ you can wear a ball gown if you’d like. ❞ ❝ this is the last place you should be. ❞ ❝ so much going wrong, so much to say, and all of it happening so quickly. ❞ ❝ it’s easier to hide behind forty atrocities than a single incident. ❞ ❝ what were you gonna do if i wasn’t here? ❞ ❝ i’ve been worried you might do something like this. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare talk to me like that. ❞ ❝ the very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. ❞ ❝ if you’re not willing to risk your conscience, then surrender and be done with it. ❞ ❝ we’ve come a long way from where we started. ❞ ❝ i show you the stone in my hand, you miss the knife at your throat. ❞ ❝ people blame you for what happened. ❞ ❝ i think about you constantly. ❞ ❝ i dreamt you came back. ❞ ❝ you pull in the net and the easy thing, the quick thing, is to assume that everything you've dragged to shore is a fish. ❞ ❝ i should...i should say thank you. ❞ ❝ i've given up all chance at inner peace. i've made my mind a sunless space. i share my dreams with ghosts. ❞ ❝ don’t die until you put up a fight. ❞ ❝ you came here to kill me, didn’t you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been shamed enough for one night. ❞ ❝ if you wanna say something, you should say it now. ❞ ❝ i would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. ❞ ❝ is that meant to scare me? ❞ ❝ i’ve been turning away from the truth i wanted not to face. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding. ❞

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Fall Into Me 3

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We get to see the beginning of yearning here. It's gonna be good. :)

Warnings: Swearing, Emotions.

Rose was not going to cry. She refused. For one thing, she was still in the coffee shop. For another, it was completely illogical to cry. It made no sense and it wouldn’t help.

She just had to get through this last hour and go home. Maybe she’d get some ice cream on the way. Ice cream always helped.

Of course, it would also be helpful if nobody else came in until closing time, but alas.

Soap sauntered in, wide grin in place. “Evenin’, bonnie,” he greeted cheerfully.

“Hi Soap.” Rose smiled, leaning on the counter. “Don’t tell me you’re here for more cookies.”

“Nah, already nabbed the rest of the box.” He winked, enjoying her little giggle. “Grabbin’ coffees for us. Gaz and I are going out.”

“Ah, I see. Enjoying the city nightlife?”

“You know it.” He winked, flirtatious and over the top. “If you wanted to come, we’d love the company.”

Rose chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re very sweet, but it’s not my thing.” Too many people. Too many stares. She always felt like someone was judging her when she went out.

“Got it.” Soap didn’t push for anything more, his smile gone soft. “You got any plans?”

Which brought the ache in her chest back, through no fault of his. Rose smiled through it, willing it back down. “No. No plans. Figured I’d find a movie to watch, maybe make some headway on the hat I’m knitting.”

“You knit?” Soap leaned forward as if that was the most interesting thing he’d heard all day.

Rose blushed but nodded. Usually people just smiled and nodded when they found out. “Um, yeah. Learned in high school and haven’t really stopped since. It’s fun.”

“When you finish the hat, you should bring it in and show it off. I’d love to see.”

“If I finish it in time, I will.” Rose smiled, willing her blush to go away. “So, what can I get you?”

“Two mochas with an extra shot in each.”

Rose nodded and turned to start on the drinks. Mochas were easy, at least. The motions were all routine by now.

“No Carmen today?”

The question made Rose grimace, just a little, and she was grateful she was facing away from him. “No, she’s out sick today.”

“You need any help?”

“Oh, I’m fine.” Rose smiled over her shoulder. “Only got an hour left, anyway.”

Soap made a little noise of assent, although it sounded like he didn’t quite believe her.

“Two mochas with an extra shot.” Rose set the cups down carefully in front of him. “I hope you two have fun tonight.”

“We will, hen.” Soap picked them up and winked at her. “Enjoy your knitting! Don’t forget I wanna see it.”

Rose chuckled and waved him off, watching him go. She waited until he was in the elevator to slump a little.

Alright, she’d been right: having all these sexy men around was trouble. They were a daily reminder of her own singleness. She wrinkled her nose. Not that it was their fault. But she was lonely and had been for a while, and they were nice. More fun than the other people in the building, more likely to chat and joke with her.

But she enjoyed the interaction too much to give it up. She’d just have to make sure none of them ever got the faintest whiff of her interest.

Closing was easy but slow - Rose just couldn’t muster the energy to do it with her normal speed, not today. She locked up and stowed her keys in her purse, yawning briefly.

“Heading home?”

Rose jumped several inches, though she didn’t make a noise. She whirled, too fast, and nearly fell.

Alejandro caught her, one hand under her elbow, looking apologetic. “Ah, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Rose blew out a breath, trying to smile and shaking her head. “It’s okay. I didn’t hear you come up, is all.”

He frowned a little, giving her a quick once over, but thankfully he let it pass. “You are done for the day?”

“Yeah. You?” Rose took a half-step back, and his hand fell away from her skin. She’d wanted to lean into that touch too much. That way lay danger.

“Mm. Food first, then home.” He smiled a little. “Do you have far to walk?”

“Not too far, no. Fortunately.” Rose lifted one hand to cover her mouth when she yawned again. “I should get going, though. Have a good weekend, Alejandro.”

“You too.” Alejandro held the building door open for her, and Rose nodded to him before she turned and headed home.

She did, at least, remember to stop by the corner store and pick up ice cream before she walked up to her apartment. The building wasn’t bad, not too old but not so new it was expensive as all get-out. The higher floors had bigger apartments, but hers was… kind of tiny.

The open floor plan didn’t bother her - her bed had been pushed back into the far corner, a curtain set up to help block out the rest of the room and any residual light. The kitchen area was spotless, her plants nestled in the window in front of the sink. The rest of the space was taken up by the couch, coffee table, and end table that doubled as a TV stand.

It wasn’t much, but it was hers, and she didn’t have to share.

“Home again, home again,” she muttered to herself, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her purse and jacket on the hooks by the door. The ice cream went straight into the freezer for now while she debated if she would be a semi-responsible adult and have real food first.

Responsibility won out. Turning on the TV for background noise, Rose made pasta.

And if she kept thinking about the handsome work-neighbors, well… She’d take it easy on herself, after the day she’d had.

A quick look at her phone showed no further messages from her two friends beyond the “Have to cancel tonight, sorry!” Trying to quell the frustration and bitterness, Rose stuffed her phone away again.

Time for some knitting therapy and sci-fi.

Her alarm went off far too early, and Rose groaned into her pillow. Barely awake and she wanted to cry. Not a good look for the weekend.

But she got up. She dressed. She made it down to the coffee shop in time to open. And she smiled. All day.

Because there was no alternative. It had to be done, so she’d do it.

It had been a while since she’d had to work weekends, and she was remembering why she tried so hard to avoid it.

Monday barely felt any different, except that she saw her regulars in the morning. Jerry got his usual, Kathleen switched things up, Conner actually made it in before 9. The ebb and flow was almost soothing by now, helping her to fall back into the rhythm of the week.

Until Gaz.

“Mornin’,” he chirped, looking bright and refreshed. Rose felt grungy in comparison (even though she’d showered last night).

“Morning, Gaz. What can I get you?” She smiled, trying to keep herself on the polite end of warm.

“Just tea.” He wandered up to the counter, laptop in hand.

“You planning to hang out?” Rose asked, glancing meaningfully at the laptop before she got down the tea.

“Mmhm.”

“Go ahead and pick a table, I’ll bring your tea over in a moment.”

“Thanks, love. You’re too sweet.”

Rose didn’t turn to look at him, focusing on her work. It didn’t matter that he’d called her love. He didn’t mean it. It was just a cute thing he did.

But damn if it wasn’t getting to her. She needed more sleep. And a night with friends. And maybe a glass of wine.

Rose took a deep breath. Then another. The rising scent of earl grey was soothing, and she left the tea down to make herself a cup.

“Here you are.” She lifted the portion of the counter to walk over to his table, setting the tea and the sugar next to him.

“Thank you.” Gaz smiled and caught her hand gently. “You alright?”

“Didn’t sleep well.” Rose shrugged in a “what can you do?” kind of way. “It’s fine. Let me know when you’re ready for a refill, I’ll be here all day.”

He chuckled quietly at her little joke and released her. Rose tried not to think of how warm his hand had been, how nice even that little bit of contact felt.

She failed. But she did make tea.

“Soap mentioned you knit?”

Rose blinked a couple times, having completely zoned out behind the counter, and looked over at Gaz. “He… did?”

“Mmhm.” His smile was small but warm. “Made me curious, too.”

Rose snorted. “It’s hardly rocket science,” she said, waving one hand. “It’s not that interesting.”

“Love, we don’t have skills in that kind of area.” He looked almost… remorseful? A little bitter? Something. “None of us are all that great at making things. Except cooking.”

“It’s really not hard.” Rose shrugged, though she was watching him now, noting the interest in his eyes, the way he was trying to turn the conversation away from himself. Again. “But if you’re really curious, I’ll bring some knitting in tomorrow.”

His smile was bright and cheerful and all the convincing Rose really needed.

#fall into me #cod fanfic

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Like the Romance Novels (Erwin Smith) TEASER

Tags: military Erwin Smith x afab reader, age gap (legal of course), forbidden love, arranged marriage, spying, cursing, teasing, hair brushing, fingering, soft sex, oral, kissing, tags might change upon release,

Breakfast lasted longer than anticipated, speaking for a few hours about everything and anything. He liked learning about your family and about the history of the vacation house. He liked learning about you and the reasons you went to college and the reasons you studied what you did. Erwin was finding that he was absolutely taken by you and the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to steal you away to be his.

He told you about himself too, the dangerous missions he had been placed on and the most beautiful places he had been. You liked hearing about his life, his experiences. While you never had the desire to do a job quite as dangerous as him and your father, you did always admire the experiences that came with it. The travelling and meeting people, it made you envious of it all. You liked hearing him speak, watching his eyes as they went through the emotions of talking about his life. You found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your arms wrapped around him, laying in bed as you comforted him after a long day. It was something no man had ever made you yearn for, no man before him.

“I’ve never quite seen this many books.” He commented, entering the small bookstore you had loved since you were a girl. “Ah, you haven’t seen my room then.” You smiled and continued further into the store. This day was no longer about him getting away from your family, this was about him getting to know you more, even though he knew he couldn’t have you. “If it’s anything as full as this I might not want to.” He joked and you smacked his arm lightly before taking notice of a book with a colorful binding.

“I’ve always loved stories like this.” You remarked, running your fingers over the spine as you read the title. Erwin had never heard of it, not quite having the time to read much with his job. He picked up the book, flipping through the pages and finding himself smiling. “This is a romance book.” He commented, reading through a particularly sweet passage. “Don’t get me wrong, Erwin. I like the intellectual read. However nothing is quite better than a sweet romance book.” You explained, watching him flip through the pages. Erwin looked like he had walked right out of a romance novel, one of your own imagination.

“Suppose I can understand why…” He started and you leaned back against a book shelf. Erwin turned to you, placing an arm on either side of you, the book still in one of his hands. His face was close proximity to yours as he read your expressions, your big eyes staring up at him. “I would be the romantic too if my family kept trying to sell me off to the first suitable man they saw.” His remark made your cheeks get warm. It was an embarrassing situation, one he had undoubtedly heard more about from your father. “Yes, but apparently my personality makes me unsuitable.” Erwin laughed at your words and dropped his arms for you both to continue browsing. “I must argue that I disagree. If anything you’re quite refreshing.” He admitted and you looked at him with a grateful expression.

“I would have asked to marry the evening we met if it seemed like I had a chance.” Erwin thought to himself, watching you browse the books. He found himself picturing the future, days like these with you, holding your hands and spoiling you with books. He could imagine you dressing up beautifully, attending galas with him as he showed you off to the entire room. He even could see your shared home in his mind, maybe even kids. God, he wanted it so bad, he wanted you so bad.

“Erwin, you disappeared today.” Your mother said as dinner was served. “Ah yes, I had some plans in town.” Erwin lied and you found yourself looking to the ground and smiling. It was fun that only you and him knew the truth. “Ah I see. It’s quite alright, I was busy making the starting arrangements for Y/N’s engagement.” Your father said and your eyes shot open in disbelief.

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged!

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith smut

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LITTLE LOVE CH-4

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Jungkook wiggled anxiously in his seat at the table, his eyes glued to the glass patio door which lead into Seokjin and Ayana’s garden. A place in which the two hybrids were yet to explore.

After Seokjin left, Ayana sat with the boys whilst she waited for them to finish eating.

The two hybrids knew she was being polite, making small conversation and showing them the warm smile she did the day before.

Although still on edge, Jimin felt that Ayana was someone he could definitely get used to being around.

For a number of reasons.

Shaking off that thought, Jimin glanced over at Jungkook who was clearly distracted as he stared into the green oasis outside.

Ayana paused her conversation when both hybrids seemingly stopped listening to her. She hummed happily watching their faces yearn to go outside into her garden.

Her garden, her little paradise.

Hours she spent gravelling and tending to each plant, soaking up the sun they got during the summer, and creating a lush escape of peace. And seeing the two hybrids admire it made her heart fill with warmth.

“You want to go outside? We have quite a big garden, it’s actually one of my favourite things about this place,” she took one last sip of her coffee before motioning for the boys to follow her.

“Ah,” Jimin mumbled, scratching his head awkwardly. “Yes please.”

Jungkook stayed silent, grabbing a fistful of Jimin’s shirt as he waited quite impatiently for Ayana to open the door. “Hurry,” he spoke so softly it was impossible to hear. Well except to Jimin who hushed him with a pinch to the younger boys finger.

Ayana slid open the patio door, letting in rays of sunshine into the kitchen. Her face eluded in the natural glow of the sun.

The small girls stepped aside, letting the two boys rush out into the garden.

Just as she was about to follow them, Jungkook stood in-front of the opening, quickly coming up with an excuse.

“A-Ayana do you mind making us more of that coffee you did this morning? I’m really craving another cup!” He smiled more to himself at his excuse.

Jungkook was never a good liar, but he didn’t think that was so bad.

“Oh,” Ayana was taken aback for a short while before she nodded happily. “Of course, does Jimin want-“

“Yes,” Jungkook nodded quickly, “thank you.” He mumbled before running off to find Jimin.

Ayana hummed, with a small head tilt as she watched the young boy scurry off through the plants.

Back in the garden Jungkook was following a running Jimin who headed towards the end of Seokjin and Ayana’s garden where the oh so familiar scent struck hard.

“Hyung!” Jimin yelled happily, throwing himself into the arms of an older hybrid. “You’re safe! You’re alive!”

Jungkook didn’t shy away from the scent as he too threw himself in the arms of the older hybrid, his eyes stained with tears as he gripped onto the wolf hybrid that collapsed onto the floor, gripping the two younger hybrids protectively.

“Of course I’m alive!” He chuckled, wiping his eyes and shaking off the emotion he felt after this long due reunion. “They couldn’t keep me even if they tried.” He winked down at Jungkook who stared up at him admirably as he listened to the small groups alpha speak for the first time in weeks.

“We missed you so much!” Jimin spoke in a hushed tone, remembering that Ayana was still inside the house. He gripped tightly onto the man’s bicep, standing himself up.

“You smell different,” Namjoon mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck, soaking himself up in the new scent.

“It’s nice isn’t it.” Jungkook smiled, leaning into his alpha’s embrace.

“Who’s scent is this?”

Jimin eyed his alpha cautiously, taking a quick glance back towards the patio door before back down at his two mates. To Jimin’s surprise, he didn’t seem angry, more confused as he kept scenting scenting their youngest mate.

“Just someone that helped us.” Jimin mumbled nervously, playing with his fingers as he anxiously awaited the introduction which he knew was impossible to avoid.

“Well you don’t need them now,” the alpha spoke firmly, putting his own scent back on Jungkook who melted into his touch, his anxiety and worries all gone now he was in the arms of his lost mate.

“Jimin come here,” Jungkook motioned for his other mage to come join them. Nervously Jimin knelt down facing the two hybrids.

“I think we should-“

“We should leave.” The alpha announced, “now we’re back together we need to find ourselves a new shelter.”

“But Namjoon,” Jimin started only to get cutoff.

“We can’t stay here with another pack. We need to find our own territory.” Namjoon said firmly, “that’s final.”

“But Ayana said,” Jungkook said once he brought himself back to reality.

“Ayana?” Namjoon’s voice almost came out as a growl as he spoke the girls name.

“Yes, she’s the lady that helped us the other night!” Jimin smiled at his leader, his eyes glistening as he spoke about the girl inside the house. Namjoon fought back an eye roll as he watched his mate speak so casually about another hybrid.

“And Seokjin will be home soon so you could speak to him about it too.”

“Seokjin?”

“That’s her mate!” Jungkook added, “he’s at work right now but he said he’d be back home later tonight!”

“Enough of this,” Namjoon quickly shutdown the conversation. “My words final. Now come on.” He helped Jungkook stand before getting up himself.

“Jimin?” A soft voice called out from further up the garden.

Namjoon’s eyes perked up at the sound, eyes narrow as he fought sight of the petite girl stood by the house, holding a tray of steaming coffee.

“The coffee you wanted is ready,” she took a step forward heading towards a small tea table where she was able to get a look at Jimin who stood wide eyed. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned for him.

“Ayana maybe you should go inside.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed even further as he stared the girl down. He brushed Jungkook’s arm off of him as he matched up to Jimin where he made eye contact with Ayana.

He felt his blood rise in anger as he noticed one specific detail.

“She’s human!”

#bts fanfction #bts fic #bts poly au #kpop fanfic #bts x reader #bts ff #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fanfic #bts hybrid fic

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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Reader finding Narrator’s romantic writings about them

Your place has gotten pretty disorganized recently, and it hasn’t been great for your mental health. You decide you need to tidy up and get rid of some things.

The narrator shrugs his shoulders at this. Of course, he wants you to be in a good space mentally, but mess doesn’t really bother him that much.

Parts of the office were cluttered, and if he really gets overwhelmed, he can always pop out of the physical plane of existence and just be a voice. But if it makes you happy to clean, he’s not going to protest.

You do a few loads of laundry, take the trash out, and begin organizing some papers the narrator left around. You ask him permission before doing this, and he waves you off, saying that those were old projects and that he didn’t care what happened to them.

Well, you found something you hadn’t really anticipated. You’re leaning against his desk, trying to keep a neutral face while you read.

It’s… detailed romantic descriptions. About you and him. How soft he imagines your skin to be, how tenderly you look at him when the lovelight is in your eyes, his strong and firm arms wrapping around you, passionate kisses and declarations of affection. Holy-

You keep reading. Chapters of undying love, pages of yearning, paragraphs dedicated to how soft your lips are- You’re becoming more flustered and giddy by the second. The narrator walks back in.

“Ah, I see you’re taking a break. Found anything inter-” He stares at you with wide eyes. Your expression- You’re looking up at him and grinning shyly. Your face is flushed, and you’re giggling. What on earth?

“Ahem. Yes, I know my writing is excellent, but that’s a new reaction. What did you-”

He remembers what was in the pile of papers now. He had forgotten- He’s always had slight memory problems-

He rushes forwards and snatches the pages from your hands. “That’s enough of that, thank you. I- I need to-” His face is burning. Oh, the humiliation, and the inevitable rejection- “I don’t know how these papers got in here, I- I’ve never seen this writing before in my life.”

You try very hard to not laugh, knowing that he’s not in a position to take it well. His writing style was very iconic. No one could write like he did, let alone break into your home and leave the pages around. It was the most bald faced lie he’s ever told you.

“But- I didn’t get to the ending!” You whine, grinning. “Do we make it as a couple, or does the evil Lord Dred-ful keep us apart? Come on man, don’t leave me in suspense. It’s fantastic work, some of your best.”

He’s caught in between his ego and his embarrassment. He blusters and stumbles through a mishmash of sentences. “I- you- it’s, well- The thing is-”

You continue to tease him. “Now if my literature analysis skills are any good, I’d say you like me. More than like me, if your reaction is anything to go by. Tell me, are you just as passionate a man as you are a writer? Maybe we should find out~”

His stuttering and stumbling gets worse. You’re actively flirting with him instead of being disgusted or horrified, so he supposes it’s a victory. “I-I-I-I-”

You finally take pity on him. “I feel the same way. I love you, narrator. Without reservation or hesitation.” You’re quoting him, writing your character. It’s an odd feeling. “For real though, do you want to try and make a romantic relationship work? I’m very willing, but if you’re hesitating, we can just remain friends. No pres-”

He pulls you into a kiss. You hum delightedly and kiss him back. You pull away after a few minutes, both panting.

“...So. How’d your writing compare to the real thing?” You ask.

“...”

“...Your lips are more wonderful than I wrote them to be.” Woah, now that was high praise. Not only not taking the opportunity to boast, but to make you feel good about yourself?

You drag him in for another dozen kisses. You resurface again, the both of you completely love drunk.

“Your writing is going to improve with how much hands-on experience I’m planning on giving you.”

You’ve never seen him so happy.

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader

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hii!!¡ ✨so i hav an idea for a request!!¡ and it just came 2 me but yegh I wud love if u cud do a lil sumthin wiv female reader wher ur at the fairground? mayb tryin rlly hard 2 win a game so u can get a huuge teddy n who else shud come along but soldier boy himself n he wins it 4 u n ofc ur starstruck!!🤩🧸✨ idk mayb he's ther 4 publicity prob but do whatever i luv ur writing so hav fun n run wiv it lol💕🍭 tysm bby!!✨υ´♡⁠ ﻌ ♡⁠`⑅υ

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Description: You wanted that giant teddy bear and you were not going to leave the fairground until it was yours. It really helped when America's masked crusader comes to your aid.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language. Sweet, toothache cuteness

Note: This request is another fave and I love it so much. My heart yearns for sweet Soldier Boy. Also to add--some do not understand the idea of fan fiction and how you can ultimately change a bit of the character's personality to your liking. That is the entire idea of fan fiction. Yes I know Soldier Boy is as a whole-a butt, and is overall written as a terrible person. However, I like to think that in the presence of women- from what I have seen from small parts of the show, he had some potential to be super sweet to women.

Also...I can do what I want.

"Ah, I'm sorry pretty lady, but you need about five more wins if you're wanting the 62" teddy." The service worker at the ring toss stand politely told you, as you deflated, a bit disappointed.

You stepped to the side not wanting to get in the way of others, but you were seriously eyeing that teddy for yourself.

You had come to the fairgrounds alone since your date had stood you up for the third time this week.

You didn't care though. You only knew the guy a few months.

Besides, you were at the fair, having fun. Riding rides, eating the amazing food from some of the vendors, and playing the games with such confidence that probably by the end of the night you will win that huge teddy.

Hopefully.

"Wanna try again? " The service work from the ring toss said.

You thought about it for a second before nodding and putting away the container of food you had gotten earlier. Stepping up to the plate, you readied yourself for yet another round of ring toss.

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Soldier Boy huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We are so sorry that this happened. We had no idea that Homelander would be here. He didn't even book a venue-" The super soldier held up a hand to his PR committee.

"Shut up-just shut the fuck up. Christ on a cross, I need a fucking minute." With that, he stumbled out of the tent and out towards the rest of the fair.

It was supposed to be his publicity "Welcome Back" stunt, but the caped dickhole had to come and ruin it. Soldier Boy grumbled as he walked around, trying his best to collect his thoughts before he did something stupid. Rounding a corner, he stumbled into the rows of games.

"Ah, you almost got it honey! I'll let you try one more time for free okay?" Soldier boy heard loud and clear.

Then his eyes landed on you.

You were leaning forward trying to throw the rings on the bottles in front of you. You would get a couple and lose on the last throw. It was always the last throw with those things.

"Sorry sweetheart. You played a good game! Maybe next time you'll win the big guy. I mean, you could get it in a different way- if you know what I mean" You smiled sweetly in return until he had said that last part and you immediately frowned.

Soldier Boy didn't know what he was doing, but before he know it he had walked right up to the stand and wrapped his arm around you instinctively.

"Howdy there darlin'. Been looking everywhere for you. Which one are you trying to get?" They way you stared at him made him feel a different type of way. The service worker stumbled over his words while Soldier Boy placed a twenty dollar bill onto the counter.

"I got you, Princess." he says as you continued to rack your brain around what had occurred.

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"Uh, good game...sir." Soldier Boy plucked the giant bear off of the hook and held it towards you. You grinned as you hugged it.

"I'm taking both of these--show some goddamn respect to the ladies. Get fucked." Soldier Boy said as he plucked another bear off of another hook to carry and to give to you later.

You had thanked him profusely and stumbled over your words. You told him he did not have to do any of that.

"I wanted to. Saw the way you looked when you tried your hardest to win that stuffed animal."

"It was pathetic." You finished his statement with a laugh.

He chuckled along with you.

"Not exactly. Thought it was mighty cute if I'm being honest." He reached over to pat your head.

"Hey! Soldier Boy! We need you for photo-op! Where the hell have you been?" The two of you looked at each other, before Soldier shook his head.

"I have to get going. Mind taking my place with the other big guy?" He asked holding out the similarly fashioned teddy bear.

You nodded quickly as you reached out to grab the bear from his hands.

"What was your name again?" He questioned, not yet letting go of the bear in his hand.

"Oh, I never told you my name, It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. You?" A spark in eyes appears as he lets go.

"The hero name is Soldier Boy, you probably already knew that. But you can call me Ben, Princess." Smiling a goofy smile you shake your head and wave your goodbyes. Turning, you could hear him call after you.

"Meet me at the concession stands near the Funhouse later! Wanna' win some more things for ya'." You gave him a thumbs up, as you finally decided that maybe, just maybe, getting stood up was not such a bad thing to happen as you had thought.

#soldier boy #soldier boy the boys #jensen ackles #jensen ackled #askmishapoc #answered #the boys #the boys soldier boy #the boys season 3 #homelander #mishapocalypse

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cherrykamado · 1 year

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 — 𝐂𝐇.𝟎𝟑

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☆ pairing: yandere kamado tanjiro x reader.

☆ blurb: It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you.

☆ warnings (general): yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships. All characters are aged up.

☆ warnings (as for ch. 03): violence, obsessive thoughts, idolization (story is told from tanjiro's perspective.)

☆ notice: minors / ageless blogs do not react or interact. Age in bio or you’ll be blocked.

☆ comments: one day it came back! thank you for the infinite patience and all the support throughout the years! this chapter was supposed to be released, like, half a year ago, but since i got stuck i never posted it. today, with a fresher mind and another perspective, i decided to cut it half way, and to try out something for later. enjoy!!

Ever since the meeting with Muzan Kibutsuji, Tanjiro knew your relationship with him changed.

Well, you said it. It came straight from your lips, so it just had to be true.

Tanji...ro!

Oh, to see your eyes gleaming in awe as you stare at the city lights, you look like a child in a candy shop. Maybe the purest look he has ever seen, you have it.

Even if he, himself, is not comfortable with crowds or the movement of the city, he will be alright as long as he puts on a smile.

“I’ve never been here before,” you say, mesmerized.

“M-me neither…” He mumbles, taken aback not only by the crowds, but also by the tall buildings and bright lights.

But, most importantly, it’s you that takes him aback. Just being in here with you, it’s you and him, in an unknown place.

I-Is this a date…? I’ve never been in one before! he thinks, blushing at your mesmerized - and mesmerizing- form.

But a date can’t be a date if you don’t-

“H-Hold my hand?” He says, his trembling hand reaches out to you.

“Why?” You ask him, tilting your head.

“A-ah… Uhm… I… what if we get lost?”

He couldn’t bear having you apart from him.

“It’s okay,” You shake your head, chuckling, “But if that’s what you want, I guess.”

And it’s then that the two pieces of the puzzle connect, like that first time. Gasping, Tanjiro can’t help but to squeeze your hand a little bit too hard, making you wince.

“S-Sorry!” He apologizes, “L-let’s go, okay?”

Yes, he is the guide; but he’s doing a poor job, having no idea of where to go. One thing is sure, though: his gaze turns towards the direction of his heart, a glance or two, when he’s sure you’re not looking. God, you’re so perfect.

“Let’s go here, Y/N!” He says, tugging at your hand as he guides you to an alley.

The moment you come across a couple shamelessly making out, touching each other in almost plain view, you freeze in place. For some reason, you find yourself staring.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, can’t help but to feel embarrassed. Apologizing in an annoyingly loud way, he tugs at your hand, dragging you out of the scene.

You become too tired by the time you reach the udon mini shop. You go sit with Nezuko, while the redhead asks you whether you would like to share his yamakake udon with him.

Oh, and when you say yes! Please, his heart gets so flustered, voice so quavering that he can’t help but to feel his cheeks burn at the thought of him feeding you from his udon bowl.

But you ask for one yourself. Truth to be told, he’s disappointed; however, still getting to be close to you is enough for now.

He holds the plate, feeling the warm coat his hands, and he tries it out.

He sighs in bliss, hot breath escaping his lips. Tastes so good, so perfectly done.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

“Hmmm!” You nod. He notes that pearly smile, sneaking into plain view just for him.

He watches you eat, so pleased and in bliss. He loves seeing you like this: it makes his heart be delighted with a joy he swears he has never felt—

All his thoughts of you are cut off, as if a tree had fallen on the way, disrupting all lovely thoughts of you. That tree? A smell. Such a horribly unique scent that it freezes him to the bone. Makes his heart stop, his breath stops as well. The world stops. Time is stuck.

T-that smell…

W-why now?

Painful memories flash in Tanjiro's mind, the pain is excruciating. It is too much for him to feel. He can’t even utter a sound; he doesn’t even hear the sound of the warm plate, once in his hands, now shattered on the floor. He didn’t even stop to grieve over the spoiled food; all he could do was move forward, to the direction of that smell.

The encounter with that man, the man that took everything from him. Tanjiro can’t stop swimming through the crowd of people, mind always resorting to that horrible smell, the very same scent that lingered the day the slaughter had taken place.

He doesn’t hesitate to put his arm on the demon’s shoulder, but those dull, salmon colored eyes looking back at him petrify them to the core, chilling up even his bones. He wants to puke, he feels the anxiety take over his body, clouding his already clouded mind, only that now he can’t think of anything.

He feels as if he’s going to lose it, as if the thread’s too close to snap. And it’s even worse when he discovers that demon, that horrible creature is carrying a child, a child that innocently asks her dad what is going on. So impune he is, that he dares to reassure his hostage, sending her the sweetest smile ever.

As if he was human.

Only the most despicable being could do something like this, Tanjiro has no doubt, and he feels the repulsion travel all the way up his esophagus; clutching the fabric over his abdomen with one hand, while his other hand places itself over his mouth, as if to prevent himself from screaming, from puking.

He doesn’t know. Everything is unreal.

But it’s the honey scent that brings him back to Earth. Carmine eyes turn to meet your figure, right beside him, who’s looking at Muzan with an apologetic smile on your features.

“I-I’m v-very sorry, sir—” You utter, Tanjiro not being oblivious to the creaking in your voice, or how you stumble with your words. As if a prisoner of the situation, the only thing he can do is watch you deal with the situation.

“My… M-my boyfriend over here thought you were s-someone else, hehe…” you chuckled nervously, and then bowed down, “please excuse him—”

Then, a hand reaches for him, the warmth so similar to the one he had the delight to hold not a long time ago.

“Let’s go, Tanji!” He catches your smile now being directed to him, “You promised my father to get me home before 10, remember?”

For your sake, all he does is nod. A nod that will get you out of this situation. Again, he hears your sweet voice apologizing to Muzan and, with a gentle tug at his hand, and you’re away from him.

You don’t say anything, and he doesn’t question it, still too shocked to utter a word. His gaze is unconsciously glued to your back, yet lost in nothing in particular; everything feels as if he was in a limbo.

He doesn’t even notice when he’s greeted by the darkness of the alleyway you guide him to. Only then, when his back collides against the wall, does Tanjiro come back to reality.

And it’s then that he takes note of every single of your features, guilt instantly taking over him the moment he realizes the danger you have just avoided. He notices how tears have welled up in the corner of your eyes, how your body is shaking from the horror, lip quivering.

So, you felt it too?

“W-what were you even thinking about?” He hears the question stumbling from your tongue. He notices the few droplets of sweat that have formed at the very upper part of your forehead, gently glistening with the scarce moonlight that is bleeding into the alleyway.

“Do you know w-what you have just done?” You ask him, as if trying to bring him to reason.

Tanjiro’s not oblivious to the anxiety scent that fills his nostrils. That’s when he notices: You have been so brave when you stood for him. You have come at the right time, saving him from fucking up hard, saving him from what not even him knows what could’ve been.

Realization strikes him, as his mind takes him back to that moment. He felt himself reliving that moment as if for the first time. He remembers your hand taking his, intertwining your fingers shyly with his.

That would be enough to set his heart ablaze, but then your words echo through his temple, travelling around his mind from side to side.

“My… M-my boyfriend over here thought you were s-someone else, hehe…” you chuckled nervously, and then bowed down, “please excuse him—”

But it’s in four words that he’s actually focused.

M-my boyfriend over here…

He breathes in hard, cheeks starting to heat up as his eyes widen.

M-my boyfriend over here

M-my boyfriend over

M-my boyfriend

boyfriend-

Tanji…

“Tanjiro!” The angel’s voice that never called him brings him back to life.

Instinctively, his gaze is drawn to you, and oh, does his heart miss a beat at this. You’re looking at him questioningly, there’s no way that you could know what is going on in his mind. He can’t even get a hold of himself right now, the thought of you… with him… like that…

No way. His expression drops, the voice of his consciousness dragging him down on Earth. No way she would ever see you like that. You’re imagining things. You just met her!

Yet why did it feel as if he’s known you forever? Why can’t he help but to feel so… attracted to you… so devoted?

Tanjiro can’t help it. He can’t.

Why is he so drawn to you?

The answer strikes him: you are an angel.

You have saved him. You have saved him from danger. You have saved him from drowning. You must be an angel.

You must have been sent to him.

You must be an angel. An angel in disguise

A high pitched scream, and the noise of the crowd, snaps him out. Makes him realize he’s been so close to you. Closest than ever. Yet why does he notices this the moment you break away?

You’re then turning to him, gesturing at him to come with you. Your hand on your sword, you’re quick to sprint through the crowd. He’s quick to follow behind you, noticing the scene right ahead of him.

He’s quick to knock the man down, who was biting on a woman’s trapezium, while you catch the injured woman. Taking his blue scarf from his head, he wraps it around his hand, shoving it in the demon’s mouth.

A quick glance stolen at you, and he notices you’re fine. “Apply pressure to her wound, please!” He asks you. You didn’t have a scarf or anything. So the first thing that comes to your mind is using your haori.

No time wasted, he notices how quick you are. Tanjiro’s desperation doesn’t leave his soul for a minute. All of this… because of Muzan. That damned man.

Why would he do something as horrible as this? Even worse, what if he hurt you?

No, that can’t happen. Tanjiro must be there to protect you. And he will. As long as you’re with him, you will be okay.

He tries to restrain the demon, but it’s getting out of control. Policemen run to the scene at the sight of the commotioned crowd, who can not understand what is going on right now.

“What the hell are you both doing?!” One of them roars, with the bludgeon in hand, ready to beat them up.

As they run closer, Tanjiro’s grip on the demon tightens.

“W-wait, you don’t understand—” He tries to explain, as ferocious hands clutch and tug from his haori. But he can’t let go, or else people will be hurt. Or else you will be hurt. He can’t bear the thought of that.

“Leave him alone!” He hears the plea of his beloved say. He is shocked, and scared now that the attention is focused on you.

“Did you two do this?! You will have to come with me!”

And by the time any of the policemen are going to lay a finger on you, Tanjiro’s blood boils in his veins. Frustration clouds his judgement, as he can’t decide between letting the demon go, or saving you. Either way, people would get hurt, and he didn’t want that.

What kind of man would he be if he let the demon hurt more people?

He can’t allow that.

What kind of person would he be if he let you get hurt?

He could never forgive himself.

The frustration, again. So hard, so infuriating, it has him facing a dead end. As he hears your pleas for them to understand, trying to reason with them. But their hands are already on you, tugging at your arms, as they lift you up. They’re going to take you away.

They’re going to take you away from him.

“Let her go,” his voice cracks in a tiny whisper, eyes fixed on the demon, dull as a void.His expressions contort into a glare, strong, yet brief as a heartbeat, that makes his chest throb once with a pump of rage.

or I will kill you.

He doesn’t notice the veins protruding on his face, eyes red with rage. As if he had turned into a beast. The reaction, much to his luck (unbeknownst to him), was not noticed by the policemen. Flowers engulf the whole area, surround it and it’s confusing.

What is this smell? Is this an attack?

Tanjiro’s sight turns to you, his love, who’s just as confused as he is. The urge to rush to your aid takes over his heart, but he remembers there is this demon whom he must restrain, in order to not hurt people; in order to not hurt you.

But you could be in danger.

What should he do?

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whimsiandwild · 5 months

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Come To Me: Part Two

Pairing: Gortash x Female!Durge [Durgetash]

Word count: 1700

A/N: This got fucking wild, I don't know what happened but you're welcome. Also, if you want me to remove your tag, please let me know!

Warnings: Angst, very very graphic violence.

Tagging: @durgeteriormotives @ixora111 @feydstan @neko-rhapsodos @quietdemonuwu @tavs-brainworm @lapinetroses

Gentle wind moved the hem of her cloak, Tav staring at the drawbridge before her with trepidation. The fact she was here at all was a mystery, even to herself, but she needed answers, and Gortash seemed to have them. Exhaling a shaky breath, she pulled her hood tighter around her face and crossed, the wooden slats creaking slightly as she did. Guards were waiting at the entrance, the huge double doors still wide, despite the late hour. Tav cleared her throat and spoke quietly.

“I’m here to see Lord Gortash.”

When one of them quirked a brow, she held the letter up between her fingers, the wax seal facing them as she did.

“Ah, we’ve been expecting you. Please, follow me.”

The man turned before Tav had a chance to respond, and they made their way silently up to the tallest parts of the fortress; she considered how easy it would be to kill him and hide the body with the place this empty.

He stopped quite suddenly outside another set of doors, the wind certainly picking up at this height and Tav had to hug her cloak around her a little tighter. A polite knock was followed by the guard immediately opening the door, and then she saw him; Gortash. Unlike earlier, he was wearing only his leather trousers and billowy shirt, her gaze forever flitting down to that exposed chest; gods, she wanted to bite him.

As if sensing her thought, he caught her eyes and smirked, a strange fluttering filling her stomach as she inhaled. There was a look there… a mix of joy and relief that made her yearn for him.

“You came,” he sighed, his smirk softening to a smile. “Good. You may leave, Heram.”

The guard was waved away and Tav heard the door shut behind her, gaze never leaving the man stepping closer to her by the second. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from him, the heady, strong scent of his cologne dizzying her.

She was finally alone with Enver Gortash, and she was terrified.

“A drink?”

Stepping around her, he disappeared from view and she blinked, finally able to think a little straighter. There was soft clinking behind her as he moved around bottles and glasses, and Tav stepped further into the room, removing her cloak and dropping it onto the plush looking sofa lining one of the walls; it seemed oddly familiar to her, comforting.

Her fingers grazed along the cold mahogany of his desk, her eyes darting to the tall stack of letters and maps littering his desk. She smiled as she caught a glimpse of his beautiful cursive, seeing the smudges dot the paper on the sides where he leaned on them too often. If she’d told him once, she’d told him… what? What had she told him?

“Here we are, kitten.”

A glass appeared from around her shoulder and scared the life out of her, her body bumping into the firm and unexpected one of Gortash.

She had expected one of them to move away. Instead, they stayed like that, even after she took the drink with shaky hands. Even after his free hand slinked its way around her waist and settled on her stomach.

“You said you had answers for me?” Tav said, downing the whiskey he’d poured her in one and hissing at the burn as she stepped away, her back to him.

“Indeed,” he returned, his footsteps echoing on the tiled floors as he moved towards the same sofa she had passed, sitting comfortably. “Where would you like to begin, kitten?”

“Firstly, why do you keep calling me that?”

Her cheeks flushed embarrassingly as she stared at him, perching on the edge of his desk and placing the empty glass down beside her. His lip curled into a devastatingly handsome smirk.

“Just a nickname for you, nothing more,” He took a sip, his eyes never leaving her, gauging her reaction; she clearly didn’t believe him. “You truly remember nothing. Dear, dear, kitten. Where to begin?”

Placing his own glass on the floor, he stood and began to circle the room. Suddenly, there was no room for her to say a thing as he spilled his soul to her, telling her everything from her being Bhaal’s original chosen, the two of them coming up with the Absolute scheme, to Orin disposing of her. It was an awful lot to wrap her head around, let alone believe. On top of all of this, there was a pang to his words, a sadness that seeped deep into his heart, that caused her both rage and agony all at once. Sliding off the table, she walked silently to him and looked up, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Who are you to me?”

“I think you already know, Tav,” he breathed, a hand wrapping around the back of her neck, his lips mere inches away. “Though I’m more than happy to remind you, kitten.”

Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears and her eyes were fluttering closed. She wanted this, but she wanted other things to. Violent things. Like stabbing him. Pressing her hands against his chest, she gasped.

“Wait,” Her nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as he stopped, his brow furrowing as he did as she asked. “This is… a lot, Gortash… Enver…. I need some time. You’re the bad guy, remember?”

“I really need to remind you more of your sordid past if you think I’m the bad guy,” he laughed, shaking his head as he gave her space, much to her regret. “However, if time is what you need, time is what you shall have. Just don’t keep me waiting long, kitten. Please.”

The desperation in his voice floored her, Tav throwing her arms around his neck and holding him to her tightly. It was shock that caused his initial hesitation but soon he was holding her just as tightly. Her brain was offering her the sweetest thoughts twisted with the sickest; perhaps what he’d said about Bhaal was true.

This man was perfectly wrong for her in every way imaginable, but she needed him with a desperation she’d never experienced before in her life. He seemed to know her on such an intimate level, in a way none of her companions had been able to, and he was offering her her past without wanting anything in return.

She needed to leave, to collect her thoughts, good and twisted, and gain some sense, but she didn’t know how to. Why did walking away from him now feel like it would tear her soul out? She didn’t even know him, not really, but she was evidently ready to lay down her life for him, if the incident with Karlach was anything to go by.

Hands gripped the soft fabric one last time before she let go, stepping away from him. Tears were streaming and she couldn’t fathom why, she just needed to get away. He reached for her but she swerved him, grabbing her cloak and bolting.

Brick crumbled under the force of her punches, Tav gritting her teeth as every one caused more cuts to bleed on her knuckles. She had planned to return to camp and sleep but her meeting with Enver was haunting her. It’s like a floodgate was threatening to burst open at any moment, just waiting for the right trigger. He was the key to everything, and also its destruction.

Holding her head in her hands, she leaned against the wall she’d been brutalising, biting back a cry of fury. Blood trickled down her hands, dripping onto the floor, and she watched it for a long moment. Ever since meeting him, the urges she’d been suppressing since this journey had started were becoming harder to ignore. The thought of a room filled with blood and bodies for her to nest in was positively overwhelming. It should have made her stomach turn, horrified her. Instead, she felt a hunger, a deep desire and want, one she was about to finally relent to.

Rustling at the darker end of the alley caught her attention immediately and she lifted her hood, stalking through the shadows towards her prey as silently as possible. The rational part of her knew she should stop, she just didn’t want to listen. Something feral and animal had been unlocked in her and she wanted to indulge in it.

A beggar was rummaging through trash to find any semblance of a meal and a sick grin curved her lips. Her hand gripped the hilt of her dagger as she came up behind him, wrapping her free hand around his mouth before slamming his head into a wall, her fingers squeezing painfully into his cheeks. The poor man struggled under her ferocious grip, wide, startled eyes staring at her, and she laughed. The noise shocked her and she silenced herself; this was not the kind of thing that she wanted to be caught doing.

Taking a breath, she pushed away the final rational thoughts in her head and gave in to the urge that had been plaguing her. Her eyes were wild, the corners tinging crimson as she plunged the dagger into the middle of his chest, the man screaming as she began to drag the blade in a straight line down to his pelvis. He writhed and cried under her hand, Tav laughing as she watched his insides fall with a disgusting thump to the floor. Her head snapped up and she caught his terrified eyes, squeezing harder and harder against his skull until his jaw just… dropped, joining the pile of organs on the floor. To her absolute delight, he was still alive and in agony. Tossing him to the floor, the man’s hands shaking uselessly above the gash in his chest in the few moments of life he had left, Tav fell to her knees and sunk her hands into the soft, squishy mass before her, a flame igniting in her core as she began to tear away chunks. Soon enough, the man was dead and she was covered in his blood and viscera, staring hungrily at the piece of his stomach clutched between her fingers. She couldn’t… could she?

Before she had a chance to choose, a voice behind her snapped her back to her shocking, debauched reality.

“Oh, my rotted lady! Finally! I’ve been waiting so long!”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #enver gortash #durgetash #lord gortash #baldurs gate 3 #lord enver gortash #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #fanfic #fanfiction

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theredwritingwitch · 1 year

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Soulmate Fic- A Heavy Handed New Years

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x fem!reader

Soulmate AU: soulmate’s touch will leave an imprint on their soulmate’s skin

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: guns, alcohol

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The ballroom was lively and obnoxiously loud, painted in glittering streamers and floating balloons, but all that didn’t deter Jack from stalking his target. Everyone was dressed to the best to ring in the new year, including one Agent Whiskey; he confidently strided into the glitzy ballroom dripping in a fine and expensive black velvet suit. He had combed his hair back, more kept than it usually looked, and decided to keep the glasses in his breast pocket for the time being. The cowboy hat stayed on though, maybe some people would think it ridiculous to wear at a party, but honestly it was the weirdest thing to wear compared to the giant glasses people wore that stated the year that would begin soon.

And speaking of soon, Jack had to get this target taken care of before the new year. Snaking his way through the ballroom, past dazzling dresses, wrinkling tuxedos, and tired staff; Jack made sure he was only a few steps from the target. Leading him through the party, the target made his way up the grand staircase of the ballroom, pushing his way through couples already celebrating through their lust and groups of people who definitely drank their weight from the open bar. As it was well into the night, no one seemed to have any concept of space or decency as Jack and his target pushed and huffed their way up the stairs and through the tipsy party goers.

You had tried hard to watch out for the long dresses that carelessly cascaded down the stairs. Honestly you didn’t know how anyone walked the steps without tripping. Your own short flapper dress in all its fringe glory was easy to move in, but the stairs and those who lurked with their sticky booze didn’t budge as you made your way slowly down.

It didn’t surprise Jack one bit when someone who just carefully passed by let out a loud gasp as you tripped and began falling. The agent’s instincts kicked in as you held your hands up to the railing, grasping for anything that could stop her from tumbling down the stairs. Quickly, Jack’s two hands reached out and grabbed your hips, tightening around them as you clung to the railing still. Jack realized the several pairs of eyes were on them now, including his target’s eyes. Time for the charm, Jack smirked to himself.

“Woah there darling, easy now,” Jack's southern accent echoed through your ears as he steadied you back up. “Don’t want a pretty lady like yourself starting the new year with a tumble down the stairs, now do we?”

You laughed off your erratic beating heart, “No we definitely don’t want that. That for sure has to be an omen for how the rest of the year would go.”

“Well, if that’s an omen, then I’m the messenger of good fortune.” Jack spoke excitedly. One of his hands stayed settled on your hips as his other hand was held out. You grasp his offering hand, wrapping your fingers around his long fingers. When you finally straightened yourself out and turned to thank your savior, you felt the words in your mouth jumble together.

Jack stared down at your dolled up hair and face, you looked quite stunning for the coming new year. Part of him was yearning to not be on the job currently, he wished he had let another agent take it instead. Maybe then he could actually enjoy the celebration like people were meant to, but that wasn’t happening tonight. Jack pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he caught his target moving away from him out of the corner of his eye.

“Thank you…I was pretty scared for a moment there…listen maybe I could…buy you a drink…or well I guess it’s an open bar so that’s not possible…but maybe we could grab-”

“You alright walking on your own now, right sugar?” Jack interrupted you as his eyes left you and back to where he last saw his target. “I’ve got to catch up with a friend who was right ahead of me.”

You could help but look disappointed but quickly covered it up as you spoke, “Oh, yeah I’m good.” Letting go of his hand, you gave him a small yet fake chuckle as you waved him off. Not bothering to watch him leave up the stairs, you wandered down to the equally crowded floor. This new year was supposed to be different. No more what ifs, no more should haves. You were determined, as best as you could, to not be disappointed, to stay motivated. Losing the interests of the handsome cowboy was the last disappointment of the year, you told yourself as you straightened your back and walked through the lavish and happy groups of party goers, you weren’t letting disappointment linger any further tonight or next year.

Bounding up the stairs and pushing past people, Jack certainly didn’t let the thought of you linger, his mind was set on the target. Not far ahead of him was the man in question, Jack’s steps took him straight through the rowdy crowd. The countdown had started as Jack neared the closing door his target had just entered. Echoes and yells of TEN, NINE, EIGHT could be heard as he caught the door before it closed. Jumping through, and closing the door behind him, he smiled and spoke to the whole room with his two matching pistols trained on the four men before him.

“Now I hope you weren’t trying to exclude me from this lucrative party, boys. That would be awfully rude.”

All four men before Jack jumped out of their chairs and began threatening him. Some of them showed off their own guns, one cursed and pointed his fingers towards Jack, just as the final man seemed to slowly walk back behind his chair.

SEVEN. SIX. FIVE.

“Hold up now boys, I just came here to party. Can’t we all be friends, I can teach all yall how to be a twister in a trailer park. It ya like, we can just…” Jack’s train of thought trailed off as a mark on his hand took his attention. Deep in the skin of his hand, trailed down the top of his fingers, were long red marks. Jack flexed his fingers as he let the men before him rant and rave about their great plan. He noticed that once he placed his fingers together, the markings matched together in long lines, then suddenly he saw it. On the bottom of his pinky finger was the marking of someone’s fingerprints.

A wobbly smile worked its way on Jack’s face, something he thought would never happen to him again, that he would never get back again, or ever feel. After the loss of his late wife, he thought he wouldn’t see a soulmate mark on his body again. Just as the soul mark from his late wife on his shoulder had disappeared, the workaholic agent had given up on that part of his life. But new year, new beginnings right? Jack tilted his gun and opened his palm. He let out an exasperated huff as he looked down at the print of a thumb lay bare on his palm.

FOUR. THREE. TWO.

Quickly Jack turned his attention to the room, under the yell of the men’s constant threats, and the echoes of the new year’s countdown, Jack heard none of it.

“Excuse me for cutting this meeting this short, But here’s my parting farewell gentlemen.”

ONE.

Fireworks lit up the sky in front of you. The night seemed to sparkle and boom to life as the couples around you laughed, kissed, and cuddled into each other. You smiled as you drank up your cocktail, you could be happy for them, you were happy for them. Alone on the balcony, buried between couples and friends, you looked up starry eyed at the sky, your new year would be different, better. You knew it would be.

Even as a large hand settled on your waist, you stayed still as fireworks bloomed through the sky. Another hand reached for yours and gently held it, circling a thumb to your palm.

Jack had watched you for a minute before he walked up to you. It didn’t take him long to find you, something of an intuition guiding him to your location. He walked slowly to you, his guns were emptied out yet his fingers still twitched. But his hand stilled as he took your hand in his. He could see the colors of the fireworks bloom in your eyes as you turned to him with a perked eyebrow.

Jack smiled and nodded down to your hand.

“That’s not where your hand goes darlin’.”

You looked at him more confused as he adjusted your hand to cover over a set of marks that appeared on his. Before your eyes, you watched as your hand fit the marks perfectly. Flabbergasted, you looked from your joined hands to the man before you, feeling his hand fall right into the right spot of your waist.

Smiling, you leaned into Jack, “Guess you were right. You are a sign for good fortune!”

You and Jack laughed as more dazzling fireworks shot off into the night and new year.

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