#But everyone were too busy with basic survival to do anything about it.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ platonic, gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

・Boyd already had a son, but Ellis was too angry at him. He barely had anything to do with his father, the Sheriff, no matter how hard Fatima pushed Ellis

・You had entered Fromville by yourself; it was supposed to be your first adventure by yourself and now you were trapped in HELL.

・For the first few days, you were a tiny bit catatonic; anxiety, along with the whole "What could go wrong!" from your family was really messing with your head

・Fatima was the person who showed you a lot of kindness, patience and ways of looking at the town.

・But you came here by yourself, no link to anyone and you felt like 1. an outsider and 2. like the people wouldn't care if anything happened to you

・That was until you were too late getting back to your home in town, the monsters had already pulled up and were doing their creepy business.

・Boyd threw himself straight into action, flinging open the Sheriff Station/Post Office door and grabbing your arm.

"What are you doing out here?! It's DARK!"

"No, I no, I no-"

"So you were trying to get yourself kILLED?!"

"No! I just got carried away at the edge of the forest-"

"The EDGE of the WHAT NOW!"

"No Sheriff, it's okay. It's not like I have any ties here and the probability of me surviving is very low... so..."

・It was in that moment that Boyd decided to unconsiously adopt you.

・He would never let you feel alone again.

・Everyone was going to know you, know your importance.

・Whenever you give your opinion during matters (because you are now in the inner circle - you know more than the regular citizens),

Boyd always holds up a hand before you can talk, "No. You are not putting yourself as bait. Not again."

・Kenny likes you a lot, romantically? Maybe. He's still mixed up about the whole Kristi and Marielle thing.

・Then again, it's not like anyone was going to approach the Sheriff's kid with a romantic offer. Boyd is deeply protective of you.

・Both Jade and Randall have their eyes on you.

・They think you're very unique, smart but also have a boldness that this town had brought out in you.

・Plus you never let either of their quips go without an insult straight back at them

・Ellis, who hadn't been in town for a while, was surprised. A little hurt, but c'mon - deep down he knew he could never be replaced.

・Boyd always makes sure that you're okay, especially when it's just you two at the station. There's one bedroom/cell type place.

・So Boyd made another area just for you, where you had your own bed, a sheet to pull over for privacy and room for all your little trinkets.

・Sometimes he prefers you to sleep in the cell, especially when there's been an incident with the Monsters.

・To get him to open up, you made him play truth or dare once and it was the most fun he's ever had in a while.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Two damaged individuals who attach themselves to each other

"Come Near Them And I Will Fucking End You" (Boyd) x "You Heard The Old Timer!" (You, with the constant old person joke)

You bring him things you find interesting like bugs, rocks, things Mrs Chen let you go look for in the lost and found...

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Trustworthy Male Mentor

Father Figure Who Doesn't Realise He's Basically Raising You Until You Call Him Dad

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Beautiful Boy by John Lennon (this doesn't negate from anyone's representation as a woman or non-binary. it's just a beautiful song)

Me and the Devil by Soap and Skin (the original fits here perfectly too)

A Narnian Lullaby by Harry Gregson Williams

[privateolives]

GRHJGUMERGJMERGAM YOU HAVE SMT OCs??? I wanna know more

I sure do. Long long ago when SMT//Imagine was still novelty me and my roleplaying crew at the time decided to make a roleplay guild called Clan Volatile. Because these fuckers were all ticking time bombs in their own right.

My ticking timebomb of choice was a young man called Dastolle Kobayashi, the resident clan tank and horribly abused workhorse.

So for those of you not in the know, SMT Imagine was an MMO set in the interrim between SMT1 and SMT2. My roleplay group at the time decided to set up an rp guild in the game, exploring the first generations of humans who wouldn't remember the days before the nuclear fallout of SMT1. None of them would survive to make it to SMT2, which was also part of the concept. Having a good ol' look at those people who perished when things started to get ugly again.

He's a sweet guy, if not the smartest... though he's still smarter than people give him credit for. Unfourtunately he's also incredibly traumatised and suffer from intense amounts of anger (secret) that's being kept in check only by his intense fear of abandonment (Apparent to anyone with eyes).

He's unquestionably loyal to his clan. Why? Because he doesn't trust his own judgement on who he can trust or not - and his departed mentor promised him that these people would be his friends.

It... didn't go so well. He's the "best friend" of an incredibly abusive clan leader who's sanity is probably compromised by his demon fusion wings (remember the freaky lore with the demon accessories?) and something of a (rather objectifying) interest to said leader's twin sister.

They're all C-rank demon busters, so only in the about level 20s or so. Real nobodies doing grunt work that noone has time to keep much of an eye on. They can survive, and that's good enough.

He doesn't like books (they're religious items that steal people away) and may or may not be trying to burn a clanmate's bible without him finding out. He's staunchely neutral due to both his parents leaving him for each their faction when he was younger, and mostly uses beast demons. They're nice and simple. His primary demon is a fire-breathing unicorn who likes to mess with people and has a narcisism problem.

He took up smithing as a secondary clan-job. He mostly makes swords for their leader, he likes his hammer.

I also had a cool thing going where I had reaction images drawn both with and without the visor that let ME know when he was being mildly deranged under the cover of the visor, but other people wouldn't tell because they couldn't see his eyes. There was a lot of interesting psychology going on with him.

Dastolle is a docile guy who works hard to try and ensure his "friends" won't abandon him out of an extreme fear of being alone again. It's the only thing keeping an increasingly boiling anger down.... for now. But he's got a dark and bloody future ahead of him.

I can talk more about his story if there's any interest.

[sinner-as-saint]

stuck with you

Bucky x Reader au

Run-through: Alone, cold, and stranded in the middle of a small town on top of a mountain. Not the most ideal situation to be in when the weather starts getting bad. No motels or inns have room for you so the locals suggest you reach out to a man named Bucky Barnes for shelter. Apparently, Bucky is known to always help stranded people, or lost hikers. No matter how weird it feels to drive up to a stranger’s house and ask for help, you have on other choice but to do just that. The plan was simple: stay with the strange, kind man for a couple of days until the snowstorm passes. But then you meet him and you find yourself unable to stick to the plan. 

Themes: age gap (reader is in her twenties, Bucky is in his early forties), strangers-to-lovers ish, smut, slight degrading kink, fluff

It felt like the start of a horror movie. 

Unknown town, unknown people. You cursed yourself as you walked out of yet another motel who had no room left for you. 

What the hell were you thinking? After uni, you thought travelling the world on your own would help you with learning the right lessons, having the right experiences, and all that before you joined the family business and began working with your parents for the rest of your life. 

Instead of having fun though, here you were. Stuck on top of an icy mountain, in a small town, and nowhere to sleep for the night. With the snowstorm approaching, you had to find shelter quickly. But none of these motels or inns were free. Every hiker, skier, and tourist had already booked ahead of you apparently. 

“Uh, miss?” A voice called from behind you right as you were about to step outside into the cold evening. 

You turned to look and it was the owner of the motel. The same man who had just turned you down because he had no space left to accommodate you. He looked apologetic as he approached you. 

“Hi.” You said, then patted your pockets quickly, “Did I forget anything on the counter?” 

“No.” The man smiled and shook his head. “Look, I’m sorry you can’t stay. But snowstorms in this area can be dangerous and deadly, and you wouldn’t survive the night if you slept in your car.” He pointed at the rented jeep you had parked right outside the motel. “But there’s a man who can help. His name’s Bucky. Bucky Barnes. He often helps out stranded hikers and stuff, and I already called him and asked if he had room and he said yes.” 

The motel owner proceeded to give you details about Bucky and how to get to his house. From what you’d just learnt, Bucky Barnes was a business mogul who preferred seclusion. He was wealthy, and lived alone in his luxurious cabin that, rumour has it, he built himself. He was in his early forties and had people running his businesses for him all over the world. He moved to this small town after living in lavish cities his entire life. He owned acres upon acres of land, so he was also the local lumberjack and spent his time manually taking down trees whenever anyone needed wood. 

“Don’t worry, miss,” The motel owner reassured you, with a kind smile. “Mr. Barnes is a nice guy. Everyone around here knows him. Just follow the directions I gave you and you’ll find his house not too far from here. It’s a wooden behemoth right on the edge of the forest.” 

When you got back in your car, the first thing you did was google the man really quickly. And the headlines, as you scrolled and read them, made your eyes widen a little each time. They were all basically just about what the motel owner already told you. But you needed to make sure it was all real. 

It was. Bucky Barnes was indeed a filthy rich business mogul who chose to come live all the way up here to get away from busy cities and journalists who always followed him around for quotes to put into their articles. 

And then, you began searching for pictures of this man. Your heart skipped a beat upon finding them. Pictures of him at fancy dinner parties, galas, charity events. Pictures of him shaking hands and clinking glasses with famous faces. Pictures of him on business magazine covers.

Pretty blue eyes, handsome face, and a kind smile. You noted the crinkles by his eyes whenever he smiled or laughed in pictures. Whenever he was photographed with a group of people, everyone seemed charmed by him. He seemed tall too. Oh well, safe to say the man was drop dead gorgeous. 

What if he was a serial killer and the people in this town directed victims to his house like he was some kind of twisted leader of this town?

You cringed at the exaggerated thought, shaking your head. 

Usually you weren’t one to trust strangers quickly but it was getting darker, the wind was beginning to howl and the cold was making you shiver even beneath all the layers you were wearing. The snowstorm was expected to last at least three days, so it was either trust a stranger for a few days or die. 

— 

You stopped your car in front of what the motel owner called a ‘wooden behemoth right on the edge of the forest’. And he was right. 

The luxurious log home was situated higher up on the mountain, looking over the small town. Surrounded by towering trees, mainly pine, and the area around the house was foggier than the rest of the town. It would’ve seemed eerie if it weren’t for the warm, golden lights coming from inside the house. 

The house was indeed massive, with intricate carvings on the huge front doors. The roof was covered with dark, polished slate, and what gave the home a more contemporary touch were the large, floor-to-ceiling windows. It looked like the perfect place for someone who sought seclusion and comfort. 

Or a murderer, your brain added. You hissed at the thought, shoving it away as you got out of your jeep. It was beginning to drizzle, the wind howling louder than earlier. You walked up the front porch and knocked on the large doors. 

Before you could check out the porch, you heard loud footsteps approaching. Then, the front door opened. And on the other side stood a handsome man, slightly different from how he looked in the photographs you’d found online, but just as gorgeous. Well, the photographs were all taken from years ago so it made sense that he looked different. Bucky Barnes hadn’t been photographed ever since he moved here, according to the articles, and it was a shame because he was truly a work of art. 

“Hey,” He said with a deep, confident voice. “You must be the girl I just received a call about from the motel.” He opened the door wider. And for a couple of seconds, you didn’t move. 

You were frozen in place. He was… too pretty. That same handsome face as in the photographs, except he had more facial hair now. And longer hair. So long in fact that he had to put it all up in a messy bun on top of his head. A few strands escaped the bun and fell on either side of his face, making him look beautiful in a rugged way. 

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander for just a second. He was just as tall as you imagine, but slightly more muscular than he seemed in the pictures. The white t-shirt he was wearing clung to him like a second skin, the jeans clung to his thighs in a way that should be illegal. 

You quickly looked up and cleared your throat before you got caught ogling. “Um, hi Mr. Barnes. I’m sorry for–,” 

He cut you off politely, “There’s no need to apologise,” He signalled for you to come in. And as you walked into his home he said, “And please, call me Bucky.” 

You smiled at him as you stood near the entrance, waiting for him to shut the door. When he turned to you, he asked for your name and asked what you were doing here. While you answered, he led you further into the magnificent house. 

If you thought it was beautiful from the outside, the interior was absolutely breathtaking. Spacious, with high ceilings. Most things inside were wooden, except for the rugs and the plush sofas. It was an open concept, and you could see the more farm-style kitchen from the living room area and it was just as pretty as the rest of the house. The more you looked around, the more you fell in love with the interior. Elegant curved staircase which led upstairs, massive fireplace, accents of stone and metals everywhere. It looked like a lot of thought went into building this home. 

“This looks like a dream.” You commented, standing in the middle of the living room and taking it all in. The owner looks like a dream too. You sighed at the sound of your inner thoughts. It was true. 

Bucky smiled, looking proud. “It took some years to build but…” He sighed, “It’s worth it.” 

You smiled at him, noticing the crinkles by his eyes as he smiled. Fuck, this man was beautiful. 

“Give me your keys, I’ll bring your bags in, then I can show you to your room.” He extended his hand out, waiting for you to drop your keys into his palm. 

“Oh.” Your face got all hot when you realised you’d just walked into his home empty handed. You’d forgotten your bags in the jeep. “I can go get it, it’s–,” 

“No, I’ll get it,” He cut you off again, stepped closer and took the keys from your hand. “It’s getting bad out there.” Then he walked away. 

And you shamelessly watched him leave. His back muscles moved and shifted under the tight shirt as he walked and you felt a shiver travel down your spine. Think about how those warm, hard muscles would feel under your fingertips… 

Shit. This man was being kind to you and here you were being a pervert. 

–

Bucky brought your bags in, all four of them. Carried them through the front door like they weren’t heavy at all. Well, he cuts down trees for fun so maybe he’s used to carrying heavier things. 

He showed you to one of the many guest bedrooms he had. And the room was just as beautiful and perfect as the rest of the home. King-sized bed, large chest drawer, private bathroom which was fully stocked with toiletries. Large windows, and a small balcony which overlooked the dense forest outside. 

“Well then, I’ll leave you to unpack and make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so. See you downstairs.” He left with yet another smile which made your heart skip a beat. 

–

You found yourself making your way downstairs after a long, warm shower. You wanted to unpack after your shower but then the smell of dinner cooking forced you out of the room. You followed the delicious scent of what seemed like pasta sauce, sniffing the air quietly until you made your way into the gorgeous kitchen. With an even more gorgeous man in it. 

“There you are,” Bucky smiled at you as you approached the large kitchen island which was also the dining table. “Everything okay with your room?” He asked, stirring some kind of sauce in a pan before resuming chopping some other thing. He looked so comfortable in his kitchen, it was endearing. 

“Yeah, everything’s good.” You answered, lingering by the kitchen counter awkwardly, “You need help with something?” 

“Sure, if you want.” Bucky nodded and pointed at the other side of the kitchen with his knife, and said, “Can you be a doll and grab us a red wine from the cellar?” 

You froze for a quick second at the sound of ‘doll’. It was sweet, but the way it sounded from his deep, smooth voice… you cleared your throat again before your thoughts got inappropriate, turning around and heading for the cellar because of course he had a wine cellar. 

After grabbing what you hoped was a nice wine, you made your way back to the kitchen and found Bucky plating pasta into two plates. He had a slight frown on his face as he focused on the plates. If there was anything you had noticed about Bucky it was that he was very detail oriented. 

Bucky’s frown disappeared the moment he looked up from the plates and saw you standing there. “Hope you like pasta and cheese.” He winked with a maddeningly handsome smile. 

“I do.” You smiled back, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you handed him the wax sealed bottle of wine. For a brief moment, his hand brushed against yours and you could’ve sworn it felt like you’d been electrocuted. 

A strange shiver danced down your spine as you took a seat at the table and watched Bucky break the seal, uncork the bottle and pour it into two glasses before pouring the rest into a large decanter. 

All that wood chopping did him good. The man was muscular in all the right places. But his hands… oh his hands. Large, veiny. Imagine those hands all over– 

“So, tell me about yourself.” He said, taking a seat across from you. “And what are you doing on this icy mountain?” 

The conversation flowed perfectly. You told Bucky about how you were travelling to all the places you wanted to see before you moved back home, and he told you all about his life here. He said he liked the peace and quiet. Even the snowstorms, he grew to love them. 

By the time your plates and the decanter were empty, the two of you were laughing and exchanging life stories like you were old friends catching up. 

“So wait,” You chuckled, “You built this entire place out of spite?” 

Bucky nodded, laughing as well. “Well, I guess. My friend Sam came to visit when I told him I bought some land out here and he said ‘Well what are you gonna do here, Buck? You can’t just build a house in the middle of nowhere and become a lumberjack providing wood to the locals.’ and I thought, ‘Wait, that’s not a bad idea’, then I did exactly what Sam said.” 

You laughed, the wine made everything funnier. Bucky’s cheeks were now pink, his lips stained due to the wine and you couldn’t look away from him. Fuck, he really was gorgeous. He must have changed before dinner because he was no longer wearing that tight white shirt. He was wearing loose, beige coloured loungewear and looked just as mouth-watering. His hair was just as messy, but made him look effortlessly handsome. 

You eye-fucked him so more before realising that he was checking you out too, and neither of you had said a word for the past minute or two. But it wasn’t awkward. His blue eyes stared into yours and you were suddenly too aware of the thick tension in the air. 

The way he licked his lips, the way he toyed with the stem of his wine glass, the way his hand–

Bucky cleared his throat and looked away first. You tried to blink away the tension too but it remained. Then Bucky asked, “So, you have a boyfriend or something waiting for you at home?” He gave you a playful smirk. 

Oh? 

You shook your head, “Nope. What about you? You came all the way here to live in seclusion, are you running from an ex or something?” 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that.” 

That tension came back again, filling the air like smoke. You couldn’t ignore it. Neither could he, given how he fidgeted in his seat. 

This is wrong. Isn’t it? 

He was being kind enough to offer you shelter and you were being inappropriate. So before you did something you might regret, you said, “It’s late. I should head to bed. I drove all day and…” You trailed off, looking away and avoiding his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He said quickly, getting up from his seat. He went to reach for your plate but you grabbed it first. 

“Oh I’ll load up the dishwasher, don’t worry.” You moved before he could stop you, grabbing your plate and then his. Then the wine glasses and everything else. 

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you carefully arranged everything in the rack before turning it on. You washed your hands, and wiped it on a tea towel while turning to leave but Bucky’s heated stare stopped you. 

There he was, leaning against the kitchen island and looking even more yummy than the dinner he made. You were glad you had the tea towel in your hands otherwise you wouldn’t know what to do. 

Luckily Bucky spoke up first, “If I had known you were coming I would’ve made dessert.” 

Such a simple sentence yet it sounded like he’d whispered some dirty, filthy secret in your ear the way your body came alive. You refrained from clenching your thighs together. His voice was lower, deeper but just as smooth and it was driving you crazy just imagining how this man must sound in bed. 

And now you were jealous of all the people who had had the chance of hearing what he sounded like, moaning and grunting, whispering out of breath… fuck. 

“Uh…” You struggled to find your words, now that the image of him naked in bed wouldn’t leave your head, “That’s alright. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth anyway.” 

You didn’t know when you moved, but you found yourself standing closer to Bucky now. He turned to face you completely and there were mere inches between your bodies. You felt… hot. Maybe it was the wine, but you were almost certain it was because of the way Bucky looked at you. Like he’d devour you if he could. You had sensed tension between you and other people before, but it had never been this strong. 

“Shame,” He muttered under his breath, his hand coming up to gently touch your face. “I happen to like something sweet before bed.” His voice dropped to a whisper. 

All you could focus on was the way he was touching your face. Gently, like you were made of glass. His hand was warm, but rough. You let out a shaky breath as you wondered how his rough hands would feel all over you– 

“Go to bed.” He said in a voice that made you tingle all over. He didn’t let go of your face. His thumb caressing your cheek, and his eyes staring into your soul. 

You blinked, wondering if you misheard. “What?” You asked softly, leaning into his touch subtly, obviously not wanting to move. 

“Go to bed, doll.” He repeated, still not letting go of your face. 

You frowned slightly, “But–,” 

He cut you off by placing a gentle finger over your lips. His eyes couldn’t look away from where his finger touched your mouth. He leaned in a little, then said, “We shouldn’t.” 

“Why not?” You asked, lips brushing against his finger as you spoke. 

He gave you a soft smile and said, “I should be a good host, not seduce you.” 

You shrugged, “Well I’m nice and seduced, now what do we do?” 

He chuckled, leaning in until his nose brushed against the side of your neck. His simple touches were driving you crazy. 

“You know what happens when there’s a snowstorm in this town, doll? It lasts for days,” He whispered, lazily kissing your neck. “And by the time that’s over, the roads are completely blocked. And this is a small town so it takes a while before the roads are functional again.” 

Your heart fluttered, your body felt too hot and yet you shivered. You gently pulled away to look at him. “So you’re saying I’m stuck with you here for days?” You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. 

He caught the hopeful tone in your voice. Bucky nodded. “And if I touch you right now,” He whispered, cupping your face in his large, rough hands, “I’m not sure I’ll let you leave my bed at all for the next coming days.” 

It was risky because as beautiful as he was, you didn’t know Bucky. But you had never wanted someone this much before. This felt like a new kind of longing and need. You didn’t care what was right, ethical, or risky. “Then don’t.” 

That did it. 

Bucky stopped thinking why he shouldn’t and instead pressed his lips to yours, kissing you like he was tasting his favourite dessert. His tongue easing your own as he tasted you leisurely. “We’re sure about this?” He asked, breathlessly. 

“Yes,” You whispered against his mouth, gasping as his hands trailed up and down your body, sliding under your sweater and fondling your breasts. “We are.” 

Bucky smiled into the kiss, then spoke again. “Aren’t I too old for you, doll?” 

You chuckled, your own hands wandering and sliding up and down his muscular back. You wanted nothing more than to just take off that comfy hoodie he was wearing. “Oh, what’s a decade or two?” You murmured. 

Bucky’s hands dropped down to your waist, caressing your skin, fingers threatening to slip past the waistband of your sweatpants. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. The storm was picking up outside and it would surely drown out all your cries, not that there were any neighbours to hear to begin with. 

“Will you be good for me?” He whispered, kissing down your face as his fingers slowly dipped into your sweatpants. One hand held you at the waist while the other inched dangerously close to where you craved him the most. 

His touch, his words, it was all too much. “I’ll be good,” You replied, your hands sliding under his hoodie to finally touch him, exploring and curious. His body was incredible to the touch, hard muscles and warm skin. 

He finally slipped his hand into your underwear, hissing as he found you dripping wet. He chuckled against your skin as he kissed and licked your throat, “How long have you been this wet, doll?” He asked, sounding cocky. 

You gasped when you felt him sliding a finger inside you, gently. “Since you opened the front door.” You answered honestly. 

Bucky laughed, his warm breath tickling your ear. “That long, huh? I’m sorry.” He cooed, “Let me take care of it for you.” 

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth when you felt him slide another finger inside you, fucking you slowly with both now. Bucky kissed your neck, your face, your mouth. Licking and biting your skin as he pleased while he finger-fucked you until you were right on the edge. 

“Get up here.” He murmured, pulling his fingers and hand away and pointed at the kitchen island. 

You didn’t move immediately. Probably because your brain was all foggy from his kisses and his touch that it took a second for you to register and process his words. 

Bucky smirked and repeated. “Come on. Take your clothes off and get up here.” 

You did as he asked. Taking off your sweater and sweatpants, followed by your underwear and revealing your bare body. Bucky took a second, letting his fingers trail up and down your stomach and chest before he pointed at the island again. 

“Up.” 

You hopped on the edge with a giggle, hissing upon feeling the cold surface against your warm skin. Once sat on the edge, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. Bucky smiled as he placed his hands on you again, your arms wrapping around his neck as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. 

“Such a pretty doll,” He whispered, placing his hands on your thighs and spreading them further apart. He looked down at your wet folds, mindlessly dragging a finger up and down your slit, making you shiver all over again. “Now, lie down.” He said. 

You wasted no time. You unwrapped your arms from around him and carefully laid down flat on your back, hissing at the cold again. 

Bucky’s eyes trailed up and down your body, his hands caressing your skin. From your thighs, to your hips, to your breasts where he pinched your nipples, making you cry out again. 

“Can I taste you, doll?” He asked, pulling your legs up to the edge and spreading your thighs as far apart as they would go. The island was high enough where he only had to bend down for his mouth to touch your heated skin. Lips brushing against your lower abdomen, he asked again, “Can I?” 

Your brain was a mess. Yet you managed to mumble a firm, “Yes…” 

With his mouth mere inches away from your throbbing clit, he said, “Keep your legs up just like that for me, okay?”

You nodded, looking down in between your legs as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against your wetness. He looked up immediately, holding your stare as he slid his tongue against, the roughness of his beard against your softness was driving you insane. 

You held yourself up on your elbows as you watched him eat you out. The warmth of his mouth, the slow caress of his hands against your inner thighs, the intense look in his eyes as he tasted you. It made you feel like you were floating. 

It was too much, it was not enough. You wanted him, you wanted more. 

“You taste sweeter than any dessert, doll.” He whispered, kissing around your wet clit before sucking on it hard enough to make you come, your back arched off the surface, riding his face as you cried out in pleasure. “But it’s not enough.” He admitted, pulling away and kissing his way up your body. “Is it?” 

You barely caught your breath, your heart racing as you laid there in front of him. 

“Get down, and bend over for me.” He spoke in that enchanting voice of his which put you under his spell so easily. 

You moved immediately this time. He was still fully dressed and you didn’t have a single article of clothing on and somehow that made you feel hotter. 

You bent over the island in front of him, your front pressed against the edge. You placed your hands down and turned to look at him over your shoulder. You watched how he grabbed your hips and spread your legs, leaning closer to kiss up your spine. 

“So beautiful,” He whispered against the back of your neck. “Now, are you gonna let me fuck you? Hmm? Are you gonna let me put both of us out of our misery, doll?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good.” 

He pulled his hands away from you for a moment, lowering his trousers enough to free his cock. You wished you could see it properly. You wished you could kneel down in front of him and take him into your mouth and– 

You gasped out loud when you felt the tip of his hard, warm cock pressing against you. Nothing mattered in that moment, not when he was gently rubbing his cock up and down your wet slit, parting your folds. 

You squirmed against the hard surface under you, pushing back into him in need. “Please…” You whispered, desperate for him. You had never been this needy for a man before. 

You braced yourself for his thrust, knowing it was coming. 

Slowly, Bucky slid inside you, filling you up and stretching you out as he did. He let out a sigh of pleasure once he was seated deep inside you, gripping on your hips tightly as he gave you both a moment to get used to it. 

You felt so full, like you’ve never been before. So full, you could barely form a coherent thought. All you knew was you wanted more. 

You let out a quiet moan as he started fucking you gently. 

“You feel so fucking good,” He hissed, “So warm and tight for me.” Bucky whispered, fucking into you with a pace that made you want to scream and shout because it felt so good. 

Each time he filled you up, the tip of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot and you moaned as your walls clenched around him. 

“Poor little doll,” He cooed, “This will be your new routine for the next few days now. Just getting fucked, and caressed all the time while the storm rages on outside.” 

His thrusts got harder. Your moans got louder. His words made you clench around him even more. 

“Look at you,” He growled. “Pretty girl letting a older man she barely knows fuck her like she’s a needy little whore.” His voice was deeper, and as menacing as his words were his touch was just as soft and careful. His fingers circled your clit gently while he pounded into you from behind. “Would you bend over for any man, doll? Hmm? Whoever offered you shelter from the storm, is this how you’d repay him? By letting him fuck your needy little cunt?” 

You couldn’t help but cry out, moaning in pleasure as his words took you higher. You did have a little bit of a degrading kink, who didn’t? But never had anyone ever hit the spot like Bucky did. And given how your wetness dripped down his fingers, he could tell. 

Bucky chuckled darkly. “Does that turn you on, doll? Knowing that I can selfishly take from you now that you’re stuck here with me?” His other hand came up to grab you by the back of your neck as he whispered into your ear, fucking into you hard enough that your body slammed into the kitchen island with each thrust. “Does it turn you on knowing you’ll have to be my little slut for the next few days? That you’ll have to spread those legs for me and let me fuck you whenever I want to?” 

“Yes…” You whimpered as he pounded deeper into you. You didn’t want him to stop. Ever. 

He hissed into your ear, “Is that what you are now? My little slut?” He chuckled, rolling his hips in a way that had you whimpering and squirming in pleasure beneath him. “Well, what a perfect way of repaying me for my kindness, hmm?” 

“Please, Bucky…” You whimpered. 

Bucky hummed, kissing your warm skin, “I know, pretty girl. I know, it feels good, doesn’t it?” 

His words made you feel feverish, and wild. Lust-drunk more than ever. You moaned as he sped up again, a familiar warmth taking over you, and a pressure building in between your hips. 

You whined, “I’m gonna come.” You cried, and you were pretty sure you had tears streaming down your face. 

“Come for me, then. Come all over my cock, doll.” 

Your brain was a foggy mess after that. You came hard though, clenching around him violently as you did. 

“Fuck… look at you,” He whispered, his cock pounding harder into you until he came as well, spilling all over your lower back as he panted in exhaustion. “You okay, doll?” 

You nodded slowly, pressing your forehead down against the cool surface and catching your breath. 

“Come on,” His voice was softer now as he pulled you up and held you against him. Your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your neck and leaving soft kisses all over your neck and the side of your face. “Let’s get you in bed, yeah?” 

You asked in a shaky voice, “And then can we fuck again?” 

Bucky chuckled, hugging you tightly before saying, “Yes we can, pretty girl.”

[itstimetojellyfish]

They all leave .( I’ll come back)Jing Yuan x reader.

Some more angst , yall , I need to balance all the fluff and angst.

They all left you .

It all started with Baiheng , when she died in the abundance war , it left all of you , devastated. As soon as you heard the news you dropped to your knees and cried your heart out .

Baiheng was one of your closest friends , aside from Jingliu , you just had that special connection with her since you’ve been with her since birth .

You took much longer than anyone in the High Cloud Quintet to recover from , a few months passed and you were still recovering when the news hit you .

Dan Feng had just broken one of the rules just to revive Baiheng.

While you were grateful for the attempt , you were also disappointed in you and Dan Feng , you , for being so weak and useless , and Dan Feng for latching on too hard and breaking the rules and potentially being sentenced to death .

You didn’t think anyone else was working with him since everyone had a sense of self-preservation, but you forgot .

When it includes loved ones , people will do anything.

Once you were told that Yingxing , one of the most reasonable ones in the group , helped Dan Feng in the attempt of reviving Baiheng and ended up getting Mara-struck thanks to Dan Feng you were in shock.

Everyone was dying…

You were kicked out of your residence under the false assumption that you helped Dan Feng and Yingxing too .

You didn’t mind as you stayed in Jingliu’s house because she was one of your friends and if you stayed at Jing Yuan’s house, rumors would occur .

But you soon noticed a difference in her , she started to behave more aggressively and went out often , she even began to cover her eyes with a blindfold .

You didn’t suspect she was Mara-struck too .

Soon a battle occurred between Jing Yuan and Jingliu , Jing Yuan being the winner .

You were in despair , in such a short time , the life you’ve worked so hard to build , was torn apart in less than a hundredth of how much time it took to make it .

And then Jing Yuan was promoted to one of the Arbiter Generals and became the leader of the cloud knights , which meant he cut off all communications with you since he was so busy.

That was the straw that broke the camels back.

They left you all alone on the Luofu, hated and alone , with nothing to your name to at least prove you weren’t part of the plan to revive Baiheng.

You didn’t have anything to prove you were trustworthy.

Loyal

honest

kind

not even a single scrap .

Your belongings were burned in a fire .

You found yourself dumped in some unknown planet , cold and miserable without any proper protection from the planets harsh temperatures.

How useless were you? You couldn’t help Dan Feng and Yingxing with reviving Baiheng , you couldn’t help Jingliu , and you left Jing Yuan alone to cope with everything all by himself without anyone to comfort him.

How useless.

You had to hunt for your resources, the clothing you had gotten only a thin layer of cotton against the wind .

Worst of all , you had no knowledge about this planet . All the basic travel and survival guides you’ve ever read useless.

Berries? Could be poisonous .

The cave that you thought was empty? The den of some gigantic scorpion monster .

The fabric you made from a plant? The equivalent of poison ivy .

Oh? Some water from a lake that you saw animals drinking from? Poison to humans .

You gave up entirely .

Every single day was met with a new challenge, either your water supply ran out or a rockslide occurred and you had to climb over that and broke a bone in the process or your food rotted and you had to eat it anyways because you were starving and now you had indigestion and cramps .

Life sucked .

Then the day came , the day where everything that could go wrong , went wrong.

The second you woke up , you had a blistering headache and suffered from heat exhaustion so you felt like you couldn’t get up but you had to if you wanted to live .

The berries that you thought were safe , actually was a literal blood-sucking parasite that gave diseases .

The herbs you tried to get for treatment , were above a stalagmite, so when you fell due to exhaustion thanks to the heat , your upper body got pierced near the shoulder and you were in excruciating pain for the remainder of the day .

Then a rockslide occurred thanks to your fall and your ankle got trapped under the rock .

Underneath all that pain and loneliness, you caved into the sweet embrace of nothingness and lost consciousness.

The last thing you saw was black armored boots and someone kneeling down .

~~~~~~~~🪼

You awoke to being swathed in soft buttery linens as the bright morning sun shined through the translucent curtains and into your eyes .

You turned over only to have a searing pain go through you and tears begin to pour down your cheeks and you start to whimper .

Before the pain can get worse someone gently holds your mouth open and pours some water and medicine down your throat and coaxes you to swallow down the bitter medicine.

It takes a while for the medicine to finally kick in before you open your eyes and see a white fluffy looking head with honey yellow eyes look at you, worry evident in their eyes .

They gather up in their arms , taking care of not to disturb your wounds .It takes a while to put two and two together and then you realize who it is holding you with the same amount of tenderness a lover would to their partner.

It’s Jing Yuan.

You stare at him like a deer in headlights before he gently pulls you towards his chest and coddles you gently .

No words are needed

You begin to tear up as you cling to him and sob , your heart worn and tired from all those nights of staying in an unfamiliar place with no sense of safety.

Jing Yuan simply just pats your back and cries silent tears , he’s missed you quite terribly often.

After a whole 30 minutes of crying your eyes out , your tear ducts or dry and you begin to tire , your head to hazy since your body is using up all its energy to recuperate.

Soon enough , you fall asleep against his broad chest and lay there , encased in soft blankets .

Jing Yuan stares at you with adoration in his eyes as he praises your ability to survive in harsh circumstances. But that doesn’t soften the fact that the people he cared for , had thrown you out without his knowledge or permission for the past four years.

He makes a vow to you within the walls of his bedroom where no one can hear him .

“ No one,will ever hurt you again,my dear lioness.”

[wihellib]

Since everyone in Paradise Lost are healers, do you think they'd be fascinated by how Minhyeok survived getting stabbed by Gabriel

They know about MC's contract with Satan but as healers they'd wanna study him

also how would Lucifer feel about it?

MC already had a bit of a talk about Minhyeok’s resurrection with a Paradise Lost demon, Buer in Chp. 6.

Basically you can only bring people back if they’ve been dead a short while. Wait too long and there’s nothing you can do. Minhyeok was dead for only a short amount of time, so it makes sense that the Lemegeton was able to bring him back. No funny business here.

So, I think the Paradise Lost demons would only be interested in studying Minhyeok if they had never had a chance to study someone who had been revived by the Lemegeton before. To see if there were any physiology changes.

Another thing that would probably interest them is the fact that Minhyeok was stabbed again by Gabriel in the Halloween event but wasn’t harmed. Because Gabriel’s scythe can kill anything it touches once, there’s a loophole for beings who are revived. So, the Paradise Lost demons would want to know if there was any damage that you couldn’t outwardly see.

Now, I did say that Lucifer would be polite and civil towards Minhyeok. But I should also add that he would be apologetic as well. He would apologize to Minhyeok for his brother’s actions, like he did to MC. He’d probably offer a full checkup to check for any lasting damage to assuage his guilt.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Headcannons for Auron as a dad? (I can’t stop thinking about it)

Dad Auron HC's

Has a fear that he'll end up like his step dad. But also knows he never wants his kids in his other business.

Auron is rich but he wants his kids to be humble and not think that since dad has money he'll get them whatever they want.

If the kid does a really big achievement he'll give them gifts or money if they want.

The kid has a small allowance they he helps teach them to budget it.

The kids room is decorated however they want it and if something breaks or needs to be replaced Auron is on top of that.

I think he's scared that he'll seem too distant for the kid to talk to him. So he always talks to them.

Bringing them to work ONCE and regretted it bc everyone wanted to hold them. Auron being a overprotective dad was like no. But Rook was like let SOME hold our kid.

Since Auron can chose his hours he's probably mostly not going to be in the office. He doesn't want the kid to be lonely like he was when his mom went to work.

If the kid has one special snack or treat they like he always gets it for them.

Does background checks on the school, staff and families that go there. If he doesn't like it he won't let his kid go 50 yards near it.

Def doesn't want them to go to a private school, maybe a public school he trusts.

Has threatened to shut down a school bc his kid was bullied and punched the bully. Auron was raising he'll in that office.

When the kid was born he brought Faust to where the baby's were sleeping and said

"I know we don't get along. But I have a kid, your their uncle. I want you in their life, so please be civil for them."

Goes to every teacher parent conference. Rook has to be there bc the teacher is scared to say something if their kid were being bad in class.

Is strict but to a degree. Sometimes he does do a lil too much bc he is overprotective but Rook basically tells him

"If you don't let them do shit they'll resent you from that. Let them go to that party if they wanna get picked up early we'll get them."

Rook has to reel him back for being overprotective. Like yes ik you have enemies but, our child needs a normal life.

Once the kid hits adulthood Auron will tell them about his other job. Rook is there too being emotional support for both sides.

The teen years were interesting for him, bc the kid seemed to lean towards the goth/scene aesthetic. He got war flashbacks and tried to help them figure out what they wanted to wear.

No matter what his child wants to be or is he'll love them either way.

If the kid moves out when they become an adult he feels like a empty nester. Auron tells them that the doors always open if they wanna come back and just live with their parents again.

I can see him being a girl dad. He's just so girl dad coded. But it would also be interesting if he had all boys.

I think he'd love how the kids look like Rook. Seeing a mini person of the one you love does a lot to you.

He gets deja vu if the kid looks like him and they do something he does.

In all he's trying to balance being a dad and having two jobs. Auron has a fear they'd get kidnapped and used as bait for him so they have self defense classes.

Also the kid knows how to use weapons, also have survival skills incase they get strained somewhere.

Remembers EVERY little detail of his kid. What foods they like, dislike, favorite color, birthday, time of birth, social security number, favorite animal and much more. He keeps tabs on it and updates it if anything changes.

He's trying and he'll stumble but that's what it's like to be a parent. Trial and error till you get it right.

I think he'd have two kids. Maybe he ends up with twins at first or has two kids 4 years apart. He doesn't want them too close to age incase it'll hurt Rook if they give birth. Or if they adopt he'll get then close to age to make it easier.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To succeed is to fail

whumptober2023 day 9- mistaken identity fandom- Danny phantom x Batman TW- nothing summary- The Amity Parkers have the opportunity (they didn't want) to explore Gotham. It's just too bad that Danny looks a lot like adoption bait.

First of all, I’d like to state that I know this is whumptober. But the story disagreed. So now we have whumpcracktober.

ao3 masterlist part 1 of APVG

They were not supposed to be here. They didn't want to be here. They hadn’t even tried to be here. Yet luck had never been on the Amity Parker’s side before, and they should have realized this would be no different.

It was their senior year and things around Amity had calmed down. Or at least everyone was used to Amity’s special brand of crazy.

He had told his parents about Phantom and they had helped hunt down the GIW. Most of Amity was discovered to be liminal and most of the young people had developed some basic abilities. 

And then Mrs. Abernagaby decided that their science final would be a group project. This wasn’t anything new. Every year Casper participated in the Helping Intelligent Minds Be Outstanding competition–better known as the HIMBO competition.

And usually the smartest seniors would be picked to work on a group project to submit. Casper High had never won. So, this year Mrs. Abrnagaby decided that all the seniors could work on it together. Because more heads were better than one!

Obviously she didn’t remember what being part of a group project felt like. And she obviously didn't account for the fact that no one would care.

They weren’t even told what the award was since it varied year to year and was meant to be a surprise.

All they were told was that they had to design a new air filtration system.

So, being seniors who had survived ghost attacks, invasions, their town being pulled into another dimension, dealing with the GIW, and making it through adjusting to Amity shifting to the stranger side as everyone's liminality began to show, they did not try.

Which was how they ended up with this masterpiece.

The challenge was to design a new air filtrator. Which if they had wanted to, would have been easy since air filters that would reduce the amount of ectoplasm in the air had been designed before the residents realized it was too late to do any good, and so they had never been made.

They didn’t even submit a design; it was a paper mache volcano covered in everyone’s failed tests. The accompanying research paper they were supposed to submit had Dash’s and Paulina’s self-insert fanfics with– you guessed it– phantom as the love interest. Danny had tried to make them remove it since it was awkward now that they knew who he was, but they had claimed they wrote it before they knew. Danny knew this was a lie because they were lying liars who lied. 

The paper also included one of Sam’s activist papers, Wes’s conspiracies about Bruce Wayne being Batman’s sugar daddy (now that everyone knew Danny was Phantom Wes didn’t feel the need to include that research (he also believed that Batman was Bruce Wayne but didn’t want to antagonize the furry who could ruin his life)). 

Tucker had included evidence of a Pentagon hack he had done a few years ago, Mikey had drawn some incredible fanart about Green Lantern (he said this would have the greatest effect on Gothamites and Wes agreed saying Batman didn’t like Green Lantern. How he knew this, no one asked.).

And lastly, they attached a file of them doing the Harlem Shake.

Mrs. Abernagaby hadn’t even looked at it before sending it off.

And then of course they had won. And what a grand prize it was! They won a trip to Gotham to explore the various big businesses, as well as a chance to apply at those locations for internships. Yeah… Sam had found out all the other schools had dropped out after finding out the prize. No one wanted to go to Gotham. But the school said it was a learning opportunity! To see what it was like outside Amity! To see what normal was supposed to be like!

So, they were forced to go, but at least they got Mr. Lancer as their supervisor and they wouldn’t even have to take a long bus ride because Amity was friends with Gotham. Apparently there weren’t very many Living Cities and the two liked to talk. They also thought it would be hilarious if the Amity Parkers went to Gotham. So, Amity had temporarily turned the road that left the city into a portal that led to Gotham’s border, and at the end of the week Gotham would return them.

And that was how he had ended up here. In the back of a smelly van with a smelly bag over his head surrounded by smelly men probably heading to a smelly, sketchy location. All because these men were stupid and thought he was some Wayne kid.

Sure, he could have gotten out. But this was honestly more interesting than touring another boring building and having to almost get mugged again.

..........

AN-I plan to continue this but it probably won’t be until after October because I want to focus on completing the challenges I'm participating in.

[dexlexia]

returning gifts - jin x reader

pairing: kim seok-jin x reader rating: 18+ summary: tags: pwp, smut, lingerie, sugar daddy!jin, sugar daddy au, college student!reader

Seokjin was obsessed with you. From the cute animal socks on your feet to the warm hat you wore when it was cold out. From head to toe, he loved you. He only wanted the best for his baby. 

But then again what kind of sugar daddy would he be if he didn't spoil you rotten? 

-

He had been away for a week now, you spent most of your time in the sleek townhouse you both shared (but he paid for). You only left to go to class and pick up groceries. It wasn't as much fun to go around the city without him, there was a Seokjin shaped hole in your heart when he was off doing business. 

He was away for long stretches of time, but that was the life you signed up for. 

You expected for him to be gone for another week, at least that was the timeline that he gave you. On the 20th he would be back, so when the front door opened and closed, you were taken by surprise. 

You turned your head to the noise and took off your headphones. There at the door you saw your boyfriend. And without thinking you tossed your headphones to the side and raced over to him. By pure instinct you felt safe in his arms. 

  “Jin!” You squealed as you buried yourself into his neck and held onto him tightly. In return he wrapped his arms around you and held him close.

  “Hi, honey.” He responded as he used one arm to get his bag off his shoulder while holding you with the other. He kissed your cheek and forehead lovingly, “I missed you.” Then went back to holding you with both arms. 

  “I missed you too, I thought about you every day. Basically every second of every day!” You buried yourself as deep as you could into his arms and felt comfort in his grasp. Oh, how you missed him. Even though you could've toughed it out for another week, the fact he was home made you feel warm all over. 

Your eyes met and he leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, “I thought about you all the time as well, everyone kept asking about you. But I knew my baby was home, safe and sound. Right?”

You nodded eagerly and he leaned in for a soft kiss. He cupped the back of your head to keep the kiss deep. You held onto the font of his jacket and practically melted into his arms. This was your home, even without all the glitz and glam, this was what you wanted more than anything. More than any jewels or fancy houses or anything, you just wanted Seokjin. 

He pulled away and took off his jacket to hang up. He took off his shoes and put them gently to the side. He smiled at you, you could see the small warmth on his cheeks. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” He worried that you were surviving off microwaveable meals or cheap take out. 

  “All the time, honey.” You responded, proud of yourself, “Three square meals and a proper bedtime.” 

He chuckled, “I find that last one unlikely.” He brought his bags to the couch with your help. He looked at you once more when he was on the couch, “I did get you something. I want you to see it now, since you've been so good for me.“ Then sat down on the couch. 

You watched nearby as he rummaged through his suitcase to find the expensive box. He pulled it out slowly, and kept his eyes on you. You leaned in, ”What is it?“ And soon the box was revealed to you. It was large, white with a thin red ribbon. 

He took the box into both of his hands and handed it to you, ”Why don't you open it to find out?“ Then watched you sit down on the couch beside him. He put the box in you lap, ”I hope it's your colour.” Then took you by the face and kissed you on the cheek. 

  “You really shouldn't have.“ You said as you looked down at the box in your lap, ”I bet it was too expensive.“ You were nervous about ruining the box, you had a soft spot for nice packaging. You could feel Seokjin's eyes on you as you slowly opened the present. 

  ”Only the best for you.“ He reached towards you and played with a strand of hair. If he were a cartoon character he'd have hearts in his eyes as he carefully watched you unwrap his gift. His heart raced with excitement as you got the ribbon off, he knew you were going to save it for some project later. “I wanted to know if mint was your colour.” 

You opened the box and inside were a matching pair of bra and panties made of fine lace. They were almost see through, you wouldn't be wearing these to the gym. The thought made you chuckle to yourself that you kept restrained. You didn't want to seem like you were insulting your boyfriend. 

  “How do you like them?“ He asked as he kept a keen eye on you. 

You turned to him and broke out into a huge grin, ”Oh, Jin. They're perfect. How did you know?“ Then put them down to pull him into a tight hug. You pulled away after a moment to kiss him all over the face, which made him blush more. His smile grew which made yours grow as well. 

 ”I told you, only the best.“ He assured you, ”I only want to give you the best. This was the best place I could find in Paris. I wanted it to last a long time but look beautiful on you.“ 

You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss, ”You spoil me.“ 

  ”Only you.“ He replied. 

  ”I should try it on!” You perked up as you grabbed the set out of the box and got up. "You stay here, okay?“

He leaned back into the couch and crossed one leg over the other. He replied, ”Of course, go. I want to see you in it.“ Then gave you a soft smile. 

You quickly raced upstairs into the bedroom to get undressed. Out of your oversized clothes and ratty sports bra. It left you bare, you gazed at yourself in the full length mirror at the far end of the room. 

You held up the bra to your breasts and gazed at yourself further. You blushed that Seokjin even thought of you, it was a sweet gesture. You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You exhaled deeply and blushed further, you knew his intentions with getting you something so sexual. 

You put it on, it fits just right. It hugged all the right curves and showed off your assets. You did a turn in front of the mirror and even gave yourself a cheeky slap on the bum. The motion made you chuckle before you put all your clothes on the large bed you both shared and headed downstairs.

Seokjin was still seated on the couch with his phone out. He heard you come down the stairs and looked up at you. He smiled once more as he got up, he was captured by your beauty. He got close and took your hand then led you back to the couch. 

He admired you as he watched you sit down. From the angle he was at, he could see the full beauty of your breasts which made him swallow. You really were a sight to behold, you truly were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He sat down beside you and turned you towards him. He placed a hand on your thigh and placed your leg over his knees. He grabbed the meat of your thigh and looked at you closely. ”Amazing.“ He said, “I guess I picked right.” 

  “Of course, honey.” You replied as you leaned in, “You always pick right.” Then the strap started to fall and you watched Seokjin put it back in place. His hand lingered to your collarbone. You took him by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss, you felt warm all over as your lips touched his. 

  “I missed you.” He remarked, his lips so close to yours. His hand went back to your thigh where he massaged your hot skin. He pressed his chest up against yours as he kissed you once more. 

  “I missed you too.” You replied, your eyes shut before you went in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him. Soon the air of the living room grew warm as he touched you. 

He thought you were a beauty, so perfect he had no words to say about it. You were just angelic. But he did want more. Soon both hands were on your back, they slowly moved up to the back of the bra.

  "But now.“He said, ”I want you.“ Then undid the strap. You got out of it, and swung yourself onto his lap. He palmed at your breasts, his thumbs gazed at your nipples which made you moan. The sexual tension in the room was thick, and thankfully you were alone. No one could bother you as you began to kiss one another again. He continued to massage your breasts. He commented as he broke the kiss, ”Next time I'll take some photos, a little something for when we're apart again.“

  ”I'll even let you take some videos too.“ You chuckled as you held onto his soft hair. He peppered kisses on your breasts and you moaned loudly. You moved your hips on your own, your barely dressed pussy rubbed against his slacks. You yelped when his mouth went to your chest. You gripped onto his hair as he licked at one of your nipples. 

  ”Perfect. All for me.“ He remarked, his dark eyes gazed up at you as he continued to lick at your nipple. He alternated between the two which made your toes curl as you remained in his lap. You felt your cheeks heat up as he teased you. 

  ”Always for you, Jin.“ You replied.Your cheeks felt hot as you rubbed up against him. You pushed the hai out of your eyes to keep your gaze on him. Your heart was racing by the closeness to your boyfriend. He always left you so heated. 

The kissing continued as he played with your breasts. His cock twitched in his pants as he felt the overwhelming urge to take a step further. He wanted you, he wanted you any way you'd let him. Soon you pulled away and moved so he could take his cock out of his pants. 

You slipped out of the panties so as to not ruin them, which left you naked for your boyfriend. You both admired one another for a moment, you gazed at every line on his face before you went back into his lap. With his help you seated yourself onto his cock. You let out a long noise as you got seated with your hands on his shoulders.

You tilted your head back once you got comfortable. He placed his hands onto your hips and put his face between your bare breasts. He groaned into your soft skin as he rolled his hips up into you. The pace was slow and methodical. The room grew hotter with your love making.

He rubbed your hips as he continued to move in time with you. You were both working as a team to make each other climax. You moaned and held him tightly, your toes curled as you started to pick up the pace.

Your breasts moved in time with your thrusts and it only encouraged him to give them more attention. He groaned against you as you both moved together. He breathed heavily and held onto your hips. He felt the euphoria run up his spine as he moved. His body temperature rose with the heat of the living room and the closeness of your bodies. 

  ”I love you.“

  ”I love you too.“ You moaned in response. You felt him tease your nipples which only made you grow more wet. The sounds of sex filled the room. ”Fuck, Jin. You're perfect.“ You quickened the pace as you moved up and down his cock. 

He grit his teeth for a moment before he met your pace. Pleasure coursed through both of your bodies as you worked together. He started to leave marks on your skin. He groaned against your breast before he started to lick and bite at the sensitive flesh. The sensation only turned you on further. 

  ”You are beautiful. Perfect. I only want you.“ He admitted, ”I only thought about you during my trip. I couldn't wait to come home to you.”

The pleasure was undeniable, the heat between you two left your heart racing. You wanted him more than anything. Your bodies moved together on the couch as he kissed your heated skin. The feeling was euphoric, it was hot beyond measure. You wanted him and he wanted you. He adored you, he thought nothing of the best about you. 

You leaned down to kiss him on those soft lips before you moved your hips two more times and finished around his cock. Your pussy clenched around him as you gripped onto his shoulders. You relaxed and he picked up the pace as soon finished inside of you. He let out a loud groan as he did so, he felt the same rush through him as you did. It was hot and heavy all over.

Soon you were in each others' arms on the couch. He even kicked off his slacks to get more comfortable as he laid beside you. Your breathing was heavy as he sprawled out beside you. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

You laid in bliss as the pleasure subsided,. you could hear Seokjin's heavy breathing in your ear. He kept a protective arm around you. He said, “I should buy you more stuff like that. Dress you all all fancy.” 

You turned in his arms and kissed him. You held onto his face and replied, “Whatever you put me in, I'll wear.” Then pulled him in for another searing kiss. 

[bobbin-buckley]

In The End, You Were My First Love ❤️‍🩹

Chapter 1

He’s Back

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smoking, mentions of Ghostface/murder, Amber being an ass, mentions of Abuse/Neglect, slight Homophobia

A/n: Not spelled checked 🙃

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“He’s Back”

Flipping through the daily news

Even if it was a new era, you could basically get the news on tv more or on phones, but you, yes you, didn’t have a phone only a house phone.

You lived in a trailer in Woodsboro, were the classic murders of the famous Ghostface lived.

Boy were you glad you weren’t involved, but that might just take a turn.

Sitting on your singular chair in your living room, looking at the papers in your hands as it talked about another Ghostface attack has just happened last night.

The person you was attacked happened to be a friend. Not just any friend, your crush.

Tara Carpenter.

God damn she was gorgeous, her dark brunette hair that almost looked black, tan skin that looked so soft, and those eyes…you loved her eyes. You loved pretty much everything about her. You guys were that close, but Tara always seemed to talk to you a lot but it was cut short when her asshole best friend Amber Freeman appears.

She was your enemy, Amber hated you. You weren’t sure why, all you did was call her a skunk behind her back but- she hates you, and calls you names whenever Tara isn’t around. Maybe Amber likes Tara, or she’s jealous of the fact Tara talks to you more.

You had zero clue, Amber was hard to understand

But looking at the news made you try not to bark out a cry, Tara was the first victim. Your Tara

You sure damn felt bad, you wanted to go check on her make sure she was alright. But your gut was telling you not to, worried her friends will shoo you away.

It was Tara, Mindy, Chad, Liv, Wes and Amber. That was the friend group you always noticed sitting on the benches outside of Woodsboro High. You don’t have any friends other than Tara, you never stood out and people always thought you were weird.

Tara saw you as the good kind of weird, but everyone else thought the bad weird.

Was is because you had abusive parents don’t have parents anymore?

The question made your stomach turn

Your parents left you when you were 15, leaving you without much money, no car, and not a good house. You were barely surviving, surprised you could even still be in school. You aren’t sure where your parents went, they never told you where they’d move, they just blocked you out and disappeared.

It didn’t upset you too much, you knew it was going to happen eventually. You came out to them, they called you a disgrace and a burden. All because you couldn’t help who you like.

What a shame, you tell yourself

Keeping things positive wasn’t easy. Every time you’d try the positive, it’ll become negative the next minute. It always does.

The only person who kept you mainly sane was Tara and your neighbor.

The neighbor was Dewey Riley, yep, the Ex-Deputy and Husband.

He was a good man, he was involved in the very beginning of the Ghostface attacks. You never harped on him about it, and he liked that. Anyone who’d recognized him would jump to conclusions about his past, making him sad. Which you were a little upset about, and you felt the same way. Amber would tease you about your parents abandonment.

Ugh…you hated the raven haired

•—————————��

WoodsBoro High

It was lunch break. You were now sitting alone outside on a brick wall. Headphones on as you sketched anything around you in your notebook, even though you were supposed to be doing homework

Feeling as if someone was staring at the back of your head, you turned and made eye contact with Amber

Well shit

Let’s just hope to the gods she doesn’t approach, you were actually having a good day she hadn’t bothered you once!

You swiftly turned your head away, still feeling her drill her eyes in the back of your head.

“Why do you hate Y/n so much Amber?” Liv asked.

“That’s none of your business.” Amber turned her gaze from you to the pink haired.

“We’ll okay jeez..” Chad wrapped an arm around Liv’s waist, making Liv feel better. She smiled at him.

“Yeah, Liv’s right.” Wess spoke, looking up from his lap, “what’s your beef with Y/n? She seems nice.”

Amber scoffed, “that thing? Nice? She always gives me these weird looks and she doesn’t talk to anyone.” “So?” “So! For fucks sake she could be Ghostface! She’s been talking to Tara and look where Tara is now!”

“Amber!” Mindy yelled. “What!?” “You can’t just go off accusing people! And Y/n is not a thing!”

“Well…I mean- Amber has a point,-” Liv hits the back of Chad’s head. “Ow! That was mean!”

“Well how do you know for sure Am? She hasn’t done anything to you has she?”

“That little shit has a freaky obsession with horror movies! And you think she’s not Ghostface?” Amber points at you, “that weirdo more than likely loves Stab!”

“But I’m obsessed with horror films, and love Stab. What if I’m ghostface?” Mindy points out. Amber rolls her eyes

“Whatever guys, it doesn’t matter because we’re all suspects. Including you Amber.” States Wess.

“Psh- well don’t come crying to me when one of you gets murdered by weirdo.”

Everyone groaned

-

You knew they were talking about you. You were well aware of their presence.

Though you weren’t sure if Amber’s friends even liked you. It seemed as if Wess and Liv were defending you, maybe Mindy but did that mean they liked you?

Who knows…all you knew is that there were some likes and dislikes. Chad seemed to be for both, he wasn’t defending you of not being Ghostface, and to your surprise Mindy was. I guess just because your a twin doesn’t mean you think the same.

•—————————-•

It was the afternoon, you rode your bike to Dewey’s for your every night hangout. But this time it was different.

When you arrived you noticed his car wasn’t the only one sitting outside. Someone else was here.

Dewey’s front door swung open revealing two young adults. Quickly you hid behind Dewey’s truck, tossing your bike down.

Both of the man and woman got into a car and drove off, leaving you confused. Getting out from behind Dewey’s truck you see his front door open and he walks out, he stops when he notices you.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” He asks, you just step closer to him. “Dewey, who were they?”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just…stay here kid, I’ve got something to do.” He said sternly.

Dewey walked past you and opened his truck door, you turned around and got into the passenger seat. “Wh-what? No kid, stay here.”

“No, I’m going with you.”

“Y/n-”

“No. I’m going whether you like it or not.”

Dewey just nods, starting the truck and driving off to wherever your adventure may lead…..

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A/n: this is short chapter but I needed to finish it 😭

Sorry for the long wait but here it is ✨

[hatchetfield-omegaverse]

are u okay with michie? if u are, maybe some michie hcs??

This ended up really long and kind of turned into a mini fic, but I had a lot of thoughts.

Hatchetfield Omegaverse Headcanons: Max x Richie!!

So I do think Michie is possible, just not in high school. That's too big of a personality change in too short of time.

And I'm not a fan of the ‘person bullies someone to hide their feelings’ trope.

So this is how I could see Mitchie happen. 

They graduate from hs and go off to college. 

Max is on a football scholarship and is pressured into a business degree by his dad. 

I could see Richie going to school for Graphic Design with hopes to get into animation or video game development.

Richie thrives in college. There's a lot more people like him. 

He joins a bunch of clubs: anime clubs, gaming clubs, trans support clubs. 

He even gets better hygiene habits and works with a doctor to manage his overactive sweat glands. 

Basically he does a full 180 from how life was in high school. 

Max, meanwhile, isn't doing so hot. 

In Hatchetfield, Max was a big fish in a small pond. He was the star quarterback, pride of the town. 

That's no longer the case anymore. 

His new team has amazing players, and Max doesn't stand out the way he used to. 

What's more, his asshole personality doesn't cut it in college. No one wants to be around him. He's completely alone. 

College, however, does do something amazing for Max: he's introduced to lots of new ways of life, and he begins to realize that his dad and brother’s way of thinking isn't right. 

However, it isn't until their first winter break that real change happens. 

Max comes home expecting everyone to be so excited to have him back. Except that's not the case. 

There's a new hotshot quarterback on the team and Max is already a distant memory, his dad is too busy fawning over Max’s golden child brother to pay him any attention, and even his old friends don't want to hang out. 

Confused and more alone than ever, Max ends up drunkenly wandering onto the Hatchetfield High football field one night, reminiscing over his ‘glory days’. 

That's where he runs into Richie, who’s getting footage of the field for a school project of some kind. 

Only this isn't the Richie he remembers. 

The Richie Lipschitz that Max knew was a scrawny, awkward nerd. He smelt like a sewer, was covered in acne, and was known for bringing a katana to school on multiple occasions. Most importantly, he was scared of Max. 

The Richie that stood before him stood with confidence, not even flinching when he saw Max on the field. 

Max tries to ignore the beta, drinking heavily as Richie filmed different angles of the field. 

Eventually, however, it becomes to much for Max and he bitterly comments how things had changed: Richie was doing amazing and Max had lost all his friends. 

He doesn't know how he was expecting Richie to react. Maybe he wanted him to jump to reassure the Alpha that he was still top dog. He certainly wasn't expecting a scoff and to hear that it wasn't like he had any real friends before. 

When asked for clarification Richie responds with the following: 

“No one was really your friend: obviously I wasn't your friend, but even the other popular kids hated you. We were all just too scared of what you could do to us if we did anything about it. But when you weren't there… There was a week senior year where you missed school to go on some college tour. And the atmosphere was completely different. Everyone was nice to each other. People wanted to sit with me at lunch. The rest of the football team talked to me, they told me that they loved having me as a mascot. And then they apologized, because the second you came back to school everything was going to have to go back to the way things were before. And what's sad is that I understood; they just wanted to survive high school. The only reason you had any power over us is because the school was too scared to punish you because you were the star athlete. And now that we're in college, you don't have the same power. No one cares enough to pretend to be your friend.”. 

Richie left not long after but his words stuck with Max for the rest of his time home. He didn't want to be some friendless loser forever. Something had to change. 

When he gets back to school, Max is a new person. Or he tries to be. 

He starts being an active member of the football team, rather than expecting to just be handed success. He joins clubs, gets to know all kinds of people, goes to therapy, attends classes to unlearn his previous ways of thinking. He even changes his major to physical education and school counseling, wanting to help teens like him become better people. 

Sure it's a slow process, and he definitely has his bumps in the road, but every day Max strives to be a better person. 

He even realizes that he's bi, although he keeps that fact to himself for fear of his family's reaction. 

By the time Max goes back to Hatchetfield for summer break, he feels like a new man. And he's determined to make amends. 

He starts by apologizing to Kyle and Jason for being a shitty friend. It's an awkward conversation, but in the end, they agreed to give him a fresh start. 

After that, Max apologizes to every former classmate he sees around town. It's usually a quick ‘I'm sorry for being a shithead in school’, and he's not sure if anyone truly forgives him, but he wants to prove he's changing. There's only one person on his list that he can't seem find. 

It's a month before he finally sees Richie. He's at Lakeside Mall buying a new backpack when he sees the Beta at the Hot Topic next door. 

Not wanting to miss his chance, he heads over and says hi. It's an awkward conversation at first, Richie clearly not wanting to be around him, but Max apologizes for how he treated him throughout school. He tells him how much the verbal lashing he'd been given that night on the football field had stuck with him and that he was trying to become a better person. 

Richie knows all too well that sometimes people just need a fresh start and offers to catch up with Max over lunch. They end up talking for two hours and Max learns how well his life is going. 

Richie is a streamer with decent sized following. He's designing his own video game that people seem to be very excited to play. He's doing well in school and he's supposed to start an internship at a game company in the fall. 

He's got a lot more friends now, though he's still in close contact with Pete and Ruth. In fact, he'd been asked to be Pete's best man in his wedding to Steph at the end of the summer. 

Richie is the one to end their catch up, saying that he was supposed to meet his uncle for dinner and needed to get going. But, before he can leave Max asks if they could do this again sometime. 

A part of him wants to refuse: Why would he want to be around the person who made his life miserable for years? But another part of him can see that Max is making a real effort to change, and in the end, he says yes and gives Max his number, thinking he won't hear from him again. 

Boy, is he wrong.

They start out sending each other memes in their spare time, which then turns into messaging whenever they have a chance. 

Soon the messages turn into more meetings. Dinner, the movies, you name it. 

Anyone can see that they're dating, but Max is convinced that Richie is just being friendly. 

Just like all good things, summer begins to come to an end and they both find themselves preparing to return to their respective universities.  

Max tries to find a way to ask that they keep in contact during the school year, but nothing he comes up with seems good enough. 

Richie has a great life waiting for him at school. Why would he want to keep talking to someone like Max? 

He's agonizing over this issue when his phone vibrates, alerting him to a new message. 

Richie: Would you want to be my plus one to Pete and Steph’s wedding? They keep asking me if I'm going to bring my new boyfriend, and I need to let them know soon for the headcount. 💙 

And that is how Max Jägerman, former bully, started dating Richie Lipschitz, former nerd. 

I hope you like this, anon. It turned out very long, but I knew that I would want Max to have a lot of character growth before I could ship him with Richie. And if you have a request, just hit me up! My askbox is open!

[lu-sn]

what do you see as the most likely thing pete does post canon? is he involved in the family business? does he have a job outside the mafia? are he and vegas both retired?

let's assume vegas has recovered as much as he can from the shooting and that he's done whatever he needs to do to get himself and his family out from under korn's thumb. so we're talking deep post-canon.

if vegas is still in the mafia somehow — in any capacity — i have no doubt that pete will function as his right hand. (or left hand. hell, both.) he's definitely got the skill set for it, and i think he would really enjoy it! it's a perfect outlet for his brand of undying loyalty, and he gets to bestow that loyalty upon someone who is equally insane about him and who will let him beat up as many people as he wants ❤️

but i don't want that for them. i think vegas in particular deserves that soft epilogue — a chance at the life he could have had all along without his father hovering behind him. so let's imagine vegas has found something to do with his time that hits that perfect balance of high stakes and high fulfillment and very very high odds of survival. pete is very happy for him, and also the tiniest bit bereft. unlike vegas, pete needs something physical.

so pete is ambling back from the grocery store, idly wondering whether he needs to be trying to do something with all of his free time, when he stumbles upon some sort of scuffle just waiting to break out in a dank alleyway. and pete manages to spot a kid in there, far too young, definitely biting off more he can chew, definitely about to get his ass beat, and — well. pete's been itching for a fight anyway.

pete hikes up his pha khao ma and lays everyone in that alley flat, and once most everyone has scampered away with their tails between their legs, the kid stares at pete, and scowls at him, and sneers out a "didn't think i asked, old man."

here's the thing. i don't think pete has any sort of affinity or good hand with kids. he's probably the type to get walked over by most teenagers (exhibit A: macau during canon). but there's a particular category of kid that i think pete would immediately have the upper hand on; surly, prone to anger, snippy, sad underneath all of that. in short, kids who are a mini-vegas 😂

(somewhere not so far away, vegas is crouched in front of his vegetable patch, suddenly feeling very annoyed, and has no idea why 😌)

so pete smiles pleasantly, says "better work on your stance then," picks up his groceries and starts walking away — only for this kid to catch up to him and go "i guess you're good enough, so you might as well teach me."

this post is already long 😅 basically, this kid will not stop pestering pete, and pete somehow ends up training the kid on a daily basis in their backyard, and happens to unleash a lot of life advice that this kid is very desperately in need of (e.g. "knowing how to fight isn't worth anything if you don't know which fights you shouldn't pick"). and he notices some other kids peeking through the fencing watching them, so he sighs a deep sigh and tells them they might as well come in.

some of these kids remind him too much of vegas — or of himself. he finds himself wanting good things for them, wanting to help them be just a little bit happier — which is the kind of help neither he nor vegas received when they were younger.

he ends up being pretty damn good at it.

so pete is giving a bunch of kids a safe space and a healthy outlet for their anger, totally by accident. to answer your question, anon, i guess that makes him a community youth counselor 😂

vegas finds this all kind of bemusing, and is more than a little tilted that pete seems to be attracting all of the little vegases in a 30km radius, but hey! he gets to shovel his cooking into more mouths now! he's totally in denial about how much he enjoys that.

(much later, pete abruptly sits up from where he's resting his head in vegas's lap, and he exclaims, "did i accidentally start a gang???"

vegas considers this for a long moment, shrugs, goes "maybe we should have stayed in the mafia after all.")

[heyclickadee]

The more I think about it, the more I think Ephraim and Mira Bridger knew their son was different in a way that would make him a target if anyone noticed. They probably would have stood up to speak out against the Empire anyway, but imagine them just just going about their business, watching what’s happening, maybe listening to whatever state mandated message is playing non the radio, thinking that someone has got to do something; and then one of them turns around and sees that their three year old is levitating a jar of cookies across the room, and their heart sinks.

Because it’s not as though force sensitive people stopped being born after Order 66. They kept popping up, kept being born, but they had to be hidden, they were hunted down and killed, or hunted down and taken. And if they were hidden well enough, they’d grow up with no framework to understand that part of themselves, even if they were born into a culture with a force tradition separate from that of the Jedi, like the Nightsisters or the Lasat, because they were wiped out, too.

And most people probably knew very little about the inquisitors, if they knew anything at all, but people still talk. There had to be rumors, even early on in the imperial era. And the genocide of the Jedi was a public event; everyone knew about it. So there had to be a general sense of knowing that the force was a very, very dangerous thing to have, and those force sensitive kids who just kept being born would have suffered for it. There would absolutely be abusive parents trying to beat it out of them, absolute monsters abandoning their kids or handing them over the second their kid showed any signs to avoid being targets themselves; even well meaning parents begging their children to please, please hide it, you can’t do things like that, otherwise they’ll come and take you away. Who? And those parents don’t know, but they do hear that nothing good happens to children like theirs. So they hide, or pick up the entire family and run, find a new life, and hope that no one ever finds them. Or they just don’t acknowledge it, and hope it dies out quickly and that no one notices. Or they fight back, because they want the galaxy to be safe for children like theirs as much as the parents who hide their kids do, and they get themselves taken instead.

I sort of wonder if that’s part of why the Bridgers were so adamant about pushing back. Not the entire reason, of course, because the little we see of them really does imply that they’re just the kind of people to stand up for people who can’t. But knowing their son would always have a proverbial ax hanging over his head for being what he was probably made the fight a little more personal, assuming that they knew.

And I also wonder if that’s part of why no one took Ezra in after the Empire took Mira and Ephraim. If they knew, Tseebo probably knew, or at least suspected, and their neighbors might have, too. Because…I mean…when we meet Ezra in Rebels, he’s very obviously force sensitive. He has no training and he’s very casually using the force without knowing it. And, yes, a lot of that was probably brought out because he was basically a second grader who was going to starve to death if he didn’t start fending for himself and survival instinct kicked in, but there might have been reasons for the people around him to be suspicious before that. Because if they were, then he wasn’t just dangerous to take in because his parents were un-personed political prisoners of whom the Empire chose to make an example, he’d also potentially be that weird kid who might have the same thing the Jedi did, and everyone knew what happened to them, and the empire may very well come for him, too, if he is and if they notice. There would be people who’d see adopting little seven-year-old Ezra as too much of a risk. And most everyone in Ezra’s life did see taking him in as too much of a risk, because he was on his own until the ghost crew showed up.

Aaaannd this is getting away from me, but, tl;dr: I want to know if Mira and Ephraim knew their son was force sensitive, because I suspect they did.

[annashadowstar]

Hey AnnaShad! Me again! I am so sorry for messing with your inbox too much (if it annoys you a lot) but this keeps in my mind for days... If you still remember that one ask I made to you about how Lay would feel about meeting Baojin for the first time, and I'm not sure if you're doing any writting requests but if you do then can you do a writting request of a scenario where Lay meets Baojin for the first time (to put things clear, Baojin is a biological child of Reginald and RHM, if you know what that means)

Again, I'm so sorry if I'm annoying you with this, but I can't hold it, my ADHD and Anxiety beating the crap out of me.

A little sister

BaoJin and Ronaldo Copperbottom -@lovelygirlnicole15 Amelia Copperbottom-@androidcharles Lay Copperbottom-me Cameron Calvin-@rarestdoge Brutus-@smoresthehalloweenqueen

Lay was walking around the airship as they just finished helping a new member of the Toppat member around the airship. They walk back to their room and sit down, bored out of their mind. Everyone is busy today, including all of their siblings. Amelia is on a mission with Sven and Carol today, and Cameron is having a small date with Brutus, so basically Lay is now alone. Lay look around their room and try to find something that will entertain them as they grab a piece of paper and draw.

Then, RHM and Reginald knock on Lay's door and walk in. "Hi, Dad! Hi father! Do you guys need anything?" Lay asked both Reginald and RHM. Reginald is pregnant, meaning the Toppat Clan has been as busy as ever. Reginald sits down next to Lay and smiles. "Well, since you are the only one that's not busy, we are just here to ask you if you want to spend some time with your dads." Lay's eyes start to spark and nod. "Of course!"

Lay, RHM, and Reginald have been spending time together ever since. Lay looks at Reginald since there's always a question in their mind. "Dad, why do you throw away the pregnancy test?" Reginald chuckles. "I don't even know myself, kid." 'Oh' is all Lay could say. After a while, there's a new member and Lay is already there to guide them around the airship. "And this is where you will work! If you have any other questions, feel free to come and ask me!" The new Toppat member thanks Lay as Lay walks away when Earrings run over to Lay in hurry.

"Lay! Come with me! Chief is about to give birth!" Lay take in the news and run to the medical. Cameron and Amelia were waiting outside the medical. "Where's Father?" Lay asks one of their siblings. Cameron looks at Lay while crossing his arms. "... Father is in there with dad..."

The Copperbottom siblings just now waiting outside the medical, all three of them looking pretty nervous. "I can't touch Dad's belly anymore..." Amelia whines as both Lay and Cameron look at her. "Is this really what you are about?!" Cameron asks/yells. "Guys..." Lay try to stop them before it gets heated. "What? I'm just saying! Don't you want to touch dad's belly?" Amelia ask back. "Why the F-"

"GUYS!!! Right now is not the right time to argue!" Cameron and Amelia look at Lay and sigh, staying quiet for the rest of the waiting. Lay noticed someone in the corner of their eyes and saw Ronaldo Copperbottom. "I'm gonna use the bathroom. You two better not start a fight when I'm gone..."

Cameron rolled his eyes. "No promises..." Lay walks over to Ronaldo and makes sure no one is near them. "Hi, Uncle Ronaldo... How are you doing?" Ronaldo smile. "I see you three are worried about your dad." Lay makes a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah... They have been in there a while now... Will they be ok?" Lay asks Ronaldo. Ronaldo smiles and pats their head. "Don't worry, kiddo. I know my twin brother and he will survive. You don't have to worry, ok?" Lay smiles and nods before walking back and waving goodbye to Ronaldo.

Lay walks back to Cameron and Amelia and just as they expected, they start to argue again... Lay sigh, those two are going to be the death of them. After a little more waiting, a nurse came out with a note. "Excuse me, are you three the Copperbottom siblings?" The three of them all nod. "Great! Please follow me to meet your little sister." The Copperbottom siblings follow the nurse into a room, saw RHM right next to Reginald while Reginald holding a baby.

Amelia is the first one to run over and check her out. Cameron then runs to Reginald's side to look at the baby. Lay slowly walks over, having some bad thoughts. 'What if she doesn't like me?... Will I be a bad sibling? I don't want to hurt her...' RHM walks over and picks Lay up. "Ya don't 'ave to be worry, kiddo." Lay stares at RHM as he brings Lay to Reginald. Cameron moves a bit to let Lay meet their little sister for the first time.

Lay look at the baby. "H-hi little sister..." The baby groans a bit and looks at Lay. Lay nervously smiles and waves. "Would you like to hold her?" Reginald asks Lay. Lay slowly nods as Reginald hands the baby to Lay. Lay gently holds the baby as the baby looks up at Lay and giggles. "Aww, she likes you."

"What are you guys going to name her?" Amelia ask. Reginald and RHM look at each other and smile. "We decided to name her 'BaoJin'."

"Bao what now? Ba Ji?" Cameron tried to pronounce the name completely wrong. "What does that even mean?"

"It means 'precious gold' in Chinese..." Lay answers Cameron's question and holds BaoJin close to them, smiling. "Welcome to the world, XiaoBao..."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means 'Little Precious', idiot."

"Hey! If you don't have Google Translate in you, you wouldn't even know the meaning!"

Cameron and Amelia start to fight again. The rest of them sigh and smile. Lay looks at the asleep BaoJin and smiles again. 'I will protect you no matter what happens, I promise.'

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Thanks for reading! And as for your question, no you are not bothering me. My ask is always open and I don't mind doing some writing request. I'm actually happy to answer some asks! I hold you enjoy reading this and hope you have a nice day or night!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Hate Is Nothing New

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Six)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, past abuse, past SA, past miscarriage, allusions to selling people, sexism (against omegas), family talks, threats, allusions to murder, issues with the government, secrets revealed, past DV, Kells trying to be strong while everyone talks about his past abuse, panic/anxiety, hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluffy love confessions, boys being adorable, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

When Kells sat down with his family around him, his mate on one side, and his sons on the other he wasn't sure if he did in fact ‘got this’ as Dom had said. Mod, Tom, Trav, and his mother were on the other couch and his best friend was setting his cell on the table. His knee automatically started bouncing and he thought about running back to their bedroom and hiding. He was supposed to have weeks for a break but his father going on live TV fucked everything up. His men didn't even know the full story but he was sure they heard that bastard's words- ‘Colson tried to tempt me. Just like his mom.’ Or however he'd worded his disgusting lies. He was positive everyone in the home had heard what he yelled at the screen but did Mod know? Tim must. Any of the men who were around when he was young. Fuck. He couldn't look any of them in the face and call himself a leader could he?

Blain eased Punk to one arm and reached over for Col’s hand. It struck him suddenly that if he let himself feel shame for all he'd been through he was basically telling this boy he should be ashamed too. That any time he was hurt it was his fault. That he couldn't be strong for being put through hell. That's not what he wanted either of his boys to believe, he wanted to prove to his young omega that he could be whatever he wanted in life and he shouldn't feel anything but pride for surviving. He wanted his little Alpha to grow up knowing omegas were his equals, not less than. He didn't want his lover thinking he should hate himself for what happened when he was younger. If he didn't face this head on he would be letting down everyone he loved and himself.

He never wanted to be the face of an omega revolution, he'd spent so long lying to himself and everyone else about what he was it didn't feel fair for him to. If anything he felt like an insult to the movement but no one else was saying so. Dom had shown him his fan pages and so many sweet messages, he had support of thousands if not more. He knew he couldn't look himself in the mirror if he didn't step the fuck up but he was terrified at the same time.

“So are we thinking car bomb?” Rook spoke up from the phone and it made everyone chuckle. It broke the tension and reminded Col these were his people. He just tried to keep thinking how easy it had gone the day he came out. They all already knew. Maybe they knew this too?

He cleared his throat and sat forward, spreading his legs to lean his elbows there. He felt bad letting go of both Dom and his son but he had to focus and he was sure they understood. He needed to feel in control and he knew he wasn't doing it alone. Besides he knew himself damn well and he'd probably be pacing a hole in the carpet soon. “We can't do anything like that. Mod, this line secure?” He had to make sure and his brother nodded. He trusted his tech inclined roommates to know better than the feds. “This apology they're issuing is probably bullshit, it just means they'll be watching us closer. We can't do anything that would get us caught which means we can't make any buys this month either.” Down to business first, they can handle his dad after or preferably not at all.

“Weird idea I know but uh, why don't we just tell them what we do?” Pete offered from his line and Kells rolled his eyes.

“We can't trust they wouldn't try to step in and fuck it up. Can you name the last omegas the government actually saved? Yeah. I didn't think so. We do their job because they don't give a fuck about people like me. Besides if they found out we couldn't keep it from spilling to everyone we buy from. We'd be up shits creek without a damn paddle and I'm not doing that to what Travis built. I hate the idea of waiting, I know that's a lot of people lost but we have to give them up for long enough so we can help even more later.” He explained. It truly did hurt his heart that he couldn't help for a few months. Who knows how many omegas he'd lose the chance to save in that time.

“Tell us what you really think.” Rook teased again and he laughed softly, finally pushing up to stand so he could pace. He knew the bigger shit was coming and he hated it. He didn't want to talk about them. Ever.

“It's okay baby, I can take this.” Collette offered as he walked past her but he shook his head. He was boss, even with Travis alive and mostly well. He could handle it. Right?

“We're on your side boss, we know they were lying.” Tim spoke up and for just a moment Colson wondered why he wasn't already in his home. He glanced to his parents who were watching him pace and his brows furrowed.

“Just a sec.” He huffed.

Dom watched his mate walk straight out of their home and he shared a confused look with Tom. It was Travis who rubbed over the back of his head like he was nervous.

“Oh hey boss!” Tim's voice sounded further away from the phone before there was rustling coming through the speaker. After a moment the door opened again and Colson was dragging the beta with him. He stood in front of his mother and adoptive dad and gave them a look until the old boss scooted over.

“Stop being fucking weird. Tim is more welcome than you two assholes.” Kells huffed as he started pacing again. The beta had already helped him through a lot.

“What the fuck is happening?” Rook asked from the phone and Col threw up his hands.

“Tim was hiding in my parents apartment like a dirty little secret and I'm putting my foot down. I might have been an idiot before but I know now and I'm cool with it. Don't fuck with the good shit you actually have in your life.” The omega's gaze locked on his mate's and they shared a soft smile. Now that he knew what love was he didn't want anyone denying it. Not that he'd say anything so cheesy.

“Like I was saying. We know they're lying and we know at least some of what they did. I remember finding you Cols, we're behind you a thousand percent. Always.” The beta explained. Surprisingly Kells found himself wanting to hug the guy but he just gave him that bro nod. If he touched anyone he was pretty sure he'd break the hell down.

“I don't. Some of us don't know.” Pete spoke up and Colson thought about not explaining shit. The important people knew but… weren't they all important? He couldn't decide if he needed to do something with his hands and he thought about taking his son but Punk was sleeping happily in his big brother’s hold and the sight was too comforting to stop.

He picked up one of his boy's squishmallow stuffies. It was some kind of goblin looking fuck but the softness was nice between his fingers. He kept squeezing it or tossing it around as he walked back and forth but he wasn't sure how to talk about this. “I know some of you remember when I got here. When Travis found me. Well as my sperm donor said himself by accident, he sold both mom and me, but it wasn't because we came on to his brother. He caught the fucker…” He couldn't swallow past the lump in his throat and he was squeezing the squish too tight to his chest. He probably looked like the lost boy he felt like but Dom met his eyes and smiled.

“You all remember how hard I fought to find Colson after Travis saved me. Well it was because I worried my ex’s brother would assault him like he had me. My husband- who bought me as a child, came home to find his brother attacking me but they blamed me for it. He questioned if Col was his which of course he was. I was barely old enough to even have children. They nearly killed me and sold me, keeping my boy and moving away so I couldn't track them down.” Collette sighed, squeezing her mate's hand. Tim wrapped his arm across the back of the sofa to go around Travis's shoulders so he could rest a palm on her neck. They were sweet together if weird to see. Travis was in the middle because he was obviously the center of them. Whatever was happening. Shit, that wasn't the important thing at the moment.

“History repeats itself I guess.” Col grumbled and he caught a few curses through the phone. It was reassuring they all loved him and his mom so much but he didn't want them thinking less of him. Or thinking about it every time they saw him.

“So it was your uncle's kid? That's fucked up.” Dub huffed through the phone and Kells felt his stomach roll. He hadn't meant to explain that part really and his pulse raced. The old timers knew?

“Shit, hey. You're okay. Colson? Breathe for me.” Travis had dropped his cane after pushing himself up and he stopped in front of Kells to cup his cheeks. “We could smell it on you when we found you. It didn't matter to anyone. It still doesn't. We love you and we would have loved them too. You're our family. My son. Our leader. Don't let this fuck you up.”

After a minute Kells took a deep breath and nodded. He was pretty sure Dub muttered an apology at some point but the damage was done. He wasn't upset, he just didn't like talking about his miscarriage. Like the other said- it was deeply fucked up. “I want them both dead but we can't kill them yet. What are our options in the meantime because they're trying to fuck with my name.” The omega spoke and Travis stepped back with a proud smile but Tim had to help him sit back down. It was obvious walking without help took it out of him.

“All I can think is death.” Rook explained and Col almost laughed. There was a chorus of ‘same’ and even most of the people in the room nodded along. It was his mother who raised her hand with a smirk.

“Actually I have an idea. I don't think you're gonna like it though. Any of you.” She said, looking over at his mate and sons. It piqued his interest but honestly even if he hated it he'd do what he had to, to protect his family. They couldn't kill the men but they had to stop their talking. It could ruin their livelihoods and ability to save omegas if they kept it up.

“Let's hear it. I'll take anything at this point.” He sighed and she beamed at him. He'd do anything to help keep his family safe.

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Colson had said he'd do anything for his family and his name but after everyone had left he was still warring inside over her idea. She'd explained herself in detail and it made perfect sense but he was having trouble finding the strength inside himself for all it would take. He was still pacing hours later, his son asleep in his cot. His family had either left or gone to their rooms except Dom of course. His Alpha stayed with him but kept his distance for the time being. He was terrified the killer was upset too.

“Do you think it's a good idea?” He finally asked when the world started to feel quiet. He made his feet pause and he turned to face the other man.

“I don't like it neither but I don't know wha' else we can do. Bastards plastered ‘emselves on TV to make sure we couldn't fuck wiv ‘em. Pretty sure ya mum's right. We out of options luv.” The Alpha sighed and shrugged, holding out his hand to ask his mate closer. After a moment Col walked to him and crawled into his lap, straddling him gently. He didn't want to put too much weight on the other but Dom pulled him flush against him.

The boss exhaled his stress at the relaxing feel of being held by his lover. Dominic always made him feel better. “It's gonna be stressful as fuck. I mean it's already bad getting these little stalkers outside and shit. We'll be doing this on purpose. You hate being perceived.” He joked, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck.

Dom curled his fingers around his mate's hips, his thumbs petting over his hip bones that were getting more visible by the day. For a split second he felt sad over the loss of Col’s baby bump but he shook it off and kissed the other's lips. “I can do it. Yeah it'll be awkward for a bit but I'll get used to it. Besides it ain't like anyone is gonna recognize me or nuffin, don't got no one to bover me like you do. I'll stand be’ind yas like a good boy. Besides, if I ever get caught it'll make a great chapter for all the True Crime docs about me.”

Colson rolled his eyes at his lover's joke. He hated the thought of her serial killer ever being found out and he trusted Dom would always be careful about that. For now it was completely separate, they weren't doing anything that could get them in trouble. No, for now they were just a couple that helped run a family owned PR company and a load of clubs in LA. They were company men and good boys. They were used to masks, this was just a new one. Dominic would do anything Col needed him to and he always would.

“Mmm, ya know…” Kells trailed off as he licked over his mate's lips. “If we really want to present a strong bond and family values shit…” His stomach flipped with nerves as he sat back and slid off one of his rings. He always wore the one Dom bought him on his ring finger but the one he pulled free was something Travis had gifted him long ago. It was a simple titanium band with crosses all around and he held it up between them and took a shaking breath. “I think we should get married.”

“For the story?” Dom asked. He could still remember the night he accidentally proposed and Colson had ignored him. He didn't want to say yes just to make a good picture. He wanted his partner to ask because they were in love. He knew they were, but of course his dominant needed to be in control of even this.

“For me. Because shit Dom, I need you. You're already my mate and the father of our boys and you back me up with everything. I know all this, I know I have you forever and sure maybe I'm letting this shit push me into asking now but-” The omega stopped himself from rambling and he took a breath. When their eyes met again he tried to speak from the heart as best he could. He tried to peel away every mask and facade he'd ever put up and just let his psycho see the real him that only he could find. “I wanted to say yes that night. I was terrified of something so fucking traditional and believe me if we do it in a church I'll pass the hell out.”

“I fink I'd burst into flames.”

Kells smiled at his mate's soft tease but continued. “Seeing them again… He's the reason I was scared of tradition. He married mom so young and would have married me off too. He hid behind religion and kept saying God knew she was still his forever. It fucked me up. I'm yours because I want to be. Every scar we give each other reminds me of that. I would die if I lost you, probably take your ass with me first. But I don't want to let him scare me off anything anymore. You gave me our boy and I survived it. You mated me and I survived it. Now… this is the last thing he's kept me scared of. So Dom, will you marry me and help me face one last fear and beat him again?”

The Alpha rarely felt the type of emotions that made him cry but Colson had been bringing that out of him for almost a year. He felt his eyes burn but he blinked it back, holding his hand up for his lover. “Course I will, always got your back Cols. Long as you remember I asked first.” He teased and sniffled. Kells always took the lead and he wanted just this one thing. His partner chuckled wetly as he slid the band on his finger. “So, courthouse? Vegas? Wha' ya finking?”

“Oh baby no. Just because I don't want a church wedding doesn't mean it won't be the most spectacular thing you've ever seen.” He purred as their lips met and he felt the other man swallow hard.

“It's gonna be…” Dom trailed off and Col nodded.

“Expensive as fuck. Yeah. We deserve the best of everything, don't we?” He could already picture so much of it and he couldn't wait to see his lover all dressed up. “I'm not wearing a fucking skirt.” He had to add and Dom laughed, his palms resting low on the older man's hips.

“Maybe I will.” The Alpha shrugged and rolled his mate's ass in his lap. He wasn't sure if he was trying for anything but he wanted to feel even more connected. He was just happy to finally understand what had happened before and to be able to help his partner through everything. Forever. Soon he wouldn't just be a mate and father, he'd be a husband and he was marrying the most self spoiled brat he'd ever met. He couldn't fucking wait.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

Slightly intense chapter but surprise ending! I love the juxtaposition of how low-key they are personally but extravagant with what they show to the world. Such a calm sweet proposal when you know the wedding will be wild. I wonder what Collette has planned to help, I guess we'll find out as we go. I hope you're all enjoying it 🖤❤️‍🔥

[astolfofo]

coming back here again to be annoying sorry- but have you been enjoying hsr? any brain rot thoughts so far? :>

ur not annoying in the slightest! ty for sending in these asks. I've been enjoying Hsr a lot. I'm kinda busy as of right now, so I haven't been playing too much, and I haven't gotten too far in the story. But. I will be playing and writing more in July. So... we'll see until then

also I'm so sorry for just like. answering these like more than half a day apart, I wrote this at 3am and forgot to post it. So I apologize for any spelling errors or if it's like. Uncomprehendable.

As for brainrot ideas...

Okay so the first one I had was about Isekai!engineer reader. Honestly, sort of more like an oc at this point, but it's kinda more of my own self-insert more than anything so... hehe. Basically my idea for this is that like, any good old classic isekai. You're living your life, as an engineering major, until you get pulled into the HSR world. No reason why, but now you're just here. Depending on where you land, it's either gonna get bloody and brutal for you, or it's gonna be a cakewalk, so you have to be careful.

You're given a weapon (gun) for basic self defense, and you know the basic skills, but to survive, but... it's not like these skills will be of much use against an entire world with an envoirment the real world can only dream of.

But it's okay. You're an engineer. You've been through tough times, you know how to survive. You're not one of those wimpy kids who took computer science, or computer engineering. You've been out in the wild for various projects, you've survived long periods of harsh times. You're confident in your practical survival abilities. You have to be. Plus, it's not like you can hesitate, cause you might die at any given point. You're not from this world, and you know people are hostile here.

And because I'm a helpless simp for Kafka (this entire au was literally made while i was thinking about kafka hhhhnnng), no matter where you land initally, given that you survive, you're gonna run into Kafka, and she's gonna take you. Because you're interesting to her, you're an exception to the world. You don't have any future, nor a destiny, you were guaranteed to die.

But not anymore. Kafka's going to keep you no matter what. No one else will be able to have you. She'll have you alive, even if it's the last thing she does.

And you can't escape Kafka. You can't escape the world until you die. Everyone is after you. For less than pleasant means too.

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Okay also... I've just been having chronic brainrot over Dan Heng.

Like just... Him. Him as a very self aware, yet painfully unaware yandere is just... incomprehendable screaming noises. Like he's introverted, has attachment issues, and is just hella repressed. He'd know these emotions... feelings aren't normal, but he can't help himself as he just falls into insanity. Maybe you showed kindness to him, maybe you looked at him a bit more than usual, or even talked to him. Well, whatever it is, he can't help but long for more of it. It's been too long since he had a will for something. It's wrong. It's so wrong. He's aware enough to know that. But you make him feel complete. And he can't help it. He can play this war of mind and heart all he wants, but in the end he'll always succumb to his emotions.

And he'll win you over no matter what. It's the only thing he can do.

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Oh a few others just include like... mean girl Seele/Bronya (Heather's style au. no I will not elaborate. please ask me to elaborate)

Yandere trailblazer too...

Oh Oh and Asta x Subordinate reader (I love asta)

[cozzzynook]

spicy megarod drabble idea lmaooo

this is gonna sound pretty basic but i was think of like going from butting heads to having san awkward kiss then from there a sexual tension builds that both are too shy to admit

its starts one day when they get lost on an abandon planet and the ship leaves them behind. the experience forces them to not fight for one moment and get along and survive until they can get the ship to come back since their comms r down

they do actually for once get along and help each other out and figure out a way to get contact with the ship, the ship had went into hyperdrive before realizing they forgot them so it was gonna be a few days, while they waited they stationed themselves somewhere hidden until help arrived, on the final night berore rescue they were huddled up hugging each other for warmth. chatting it up and getting to know each other learning alot about one another and then roddy laid eyes on megs and both of them just gave in at the same moment and kissed. immediately they stopped and looked away from each other the rest of the night until they went into recharge to save energy.

thankfully drift, ratchet and magnus with the rest of the crew found them stranded in a cave somewhere and brought them back and gave them medical check ups to make sure they were okay and cleared for duty.

the next couple week ppl do notice they arent fighting as much and are actually nice and civil to each other. what they arent noticing tho is that that both of them would sometimes share glances or one would look at the other while they were busy and vice versa. wanting to say something obviously about the kiss and other things but being too shy to. but honestly everyone is just surprised to see them getting along even magnus but hes also glad they arent fighting and things are running a bit smoother, with roddy being a bit more helpful which was shocking all on its own to Magnus

they even started having meeting at roddys place and actually discussing plans for the following day after every shift. it gave roddy the opportunity to also expose megs to more earth media like video games, with megs managing to beat roddy score on burnout revenge after playing three times.

during their after shift meeting, they were meeting at megs quarters this times, going over a report for repairs, they both lock eyes agsin and this time they give in completely,  roddy getting onto of megs lap straddling him and exploring megatrons mouth, megs doing the same. the kiss immediately becomes very heavy, with megs exploring roddys body with his servos and learning in the process that he likes his spoiler touched, and that in certain situations grabbing it works like an automatic lever that opens his valve cover snd spike cover. His panel is opened and he starts rubbing his anterior node against megatrons closed panel whimpering and moaning about how good it feels and hows hes been fantasizing about him but was a bit too shy about bringing it up. megs also happened to have been having fantasies about rodimus but chose not to say anything, not knowing if he should. which is exactly what he told him with Rodimus smiling into the kiss starting rhythm to catch his first of a handful of overloads. Megatron's honestly just in awe of how beautiful Rodimus was in ecstasy. Megatron with giver as much as he was a receiver in the berth but he very much got turned on by giving to his partners, just watching how they move and what sounds they make when you touch there and suck there. hes definitely had times where he overloaded many times from making someone else overload. megatron rested his hands on roddys hips helping roddy with his rhythm and Rodimus had his arms wrapped around megs helm. both megs and roddys moans were mixing in with each other through their makeout sessions while Roddy sat on Megatron's lap and rubbed himself against him with megs encouraging and whispering into his finials about how breathtaking he looks.

hes honestly willing to let him go for as long he wants until hes a whimpering, sensitive mess.

also this is is gon be random but i have a little wierd megarod/megop headcannon that when Megatron's interfacing with Roddy he sometimes might think about orion/optimus bc the both act very similar in the berth and megs noticed it one day and kinda honestly liked it alot. he never brings it up to Roddy but there are random occasions when he's fragging Rodimus and some of his noises just sound so similar to Orion/Op and megs gets a bit of deja vu but like a horny deja vu that turn him on even more.

yeah im really high and this is what my brain came up with i hope you like it 🥺😭😭 and please add to it if you would like im not that good with expansion  so if you have anything to add please doo!!!!

I do love this idea thank you so much for sharing