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p0orbaby · 21 days ago

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Spend the Night with You, Spend My Life with You

summary: sex, snow and three little words

warnings: SMUT 18+, strap use

a/n: these two are so hopeless it hurts

word count: 3.5k

part 1

The edge of the kitchen island bites into your stomach as Alexia pushes you forward, her hands gripping your hips with a steady, deliberate pressure. You splay your fingers across the cool marble, desperate for purchase, but the smooth surface offers nothing to hold on to. When her hips snap forward, the shock of it ripples through your entire body, a gasp catching in your throat.

Your hand shoots out instinctively, grasping for anything to ground you. It lands on the hammered copper bowl at the edge of the counter. The movement sends it spinning off balance, and a dozen oranges tumble onto the floor, rolling in lazy, chaotic arcs. The bowl clatters noisily, a sound that echoes off the tiled walls. Neither of you reacts. You’re too far gone.

Alexia leans into you from behind, her chest pressing against your back as her hands slide up your sides, over your ribs, her touch both reverent and possessive. The weight of her against you is grounding, her skin hot where it meets yours. Her lips find the nape of your neck, and she bites—hard enough to sting, hard enough to make you gasp again.

You feel her breath against your ear, hot and ragged. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs, the words almost swallowed by the sounds of your own shallow breathing.

Your head falls forward, your forehead brushing the cold marble. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the weight of her hands on your hips, the way her fingers dig into your skin like she’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“Alexia,” you breathe, her name tumbling out of you unbidden, as if it’s the only word you’ve ever known.

Her answer comes in the way her hips press harder against yours, the rhythm she’s set becoming a language all its own. There’s nothing else, nothing outside the space you’ve carved out together. The world could be ending, and it wouldn’t matter.

Her movements are sure, deliberate, her hands sliding from your hips to your stomach, then lower, fingers brushing over the heat of your skin. You shudder beneath her, your legs threatening to give out, but she holds you steady, her strength a reminder of the control she wields effortlessly.

“Look at me,” she commands, her voice low but firm, cutting through the haze that clouds your thoughts.

You lift your head, craning your neck to meet her gaze over your shoulder. Her eyes are dark, endless, and they pin you in place more effectively than any touch ever could. There’s something in her expression—a tenderness that feels at odds with the raw, almost brutal edge of what’s happening—and it makes your chest tighten.

“I love you,” she says, and the simplicity of it leaves you breathless.

It’s the first time she’s said it, the first time either of you has dared to name this thing between you. And even though you’d already come to terms with your feelings in the quiet of your own mind, hearing it out loud is like a punch to the gut.

You turn your head back, pressing your cheek against the cool surface of the counter, unable to face her for more than a moment. But her hands are insistent, guiding you upright, pulling you back against her chest. One arm wraps around your waist, holding you close, while her free hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet her eyes again.

“Say it,” she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear.

You hesitate, the words lodged in your throat, but the way her eyes soften—hopeful and unrelenting—undoes you completely.

“I love you,” you admit, the words breaking on a gasp as her hand slides lower, her touch erasing any lingering doubts.

The air between you shifts, heavy with something unspoken but deeply understood. Her mouth finds yours, the kiss urgent and messy, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as if she’s trying to devour the words you’ve just given her.

Your legs shake, and she senses it, so she pulls out and scoops you up with an ease that borders on arrogance. Your thighs lock around her waist instinctively, the movement both desperate and defiant, and your arms loop around her neck like you might otherwise drift away. She doesn’t falter, doesn’t pause. She carries you as if you weigh nothing, as if your feverish kisses and clumsy, grasping hands don’t threaten to frustrate her with every step.

You’re not sure where she’s taking you; there’s no plan, only the friction of her fingertips digging into the backs of your thighs and the insistent pressure of her mouth on yours. You lose yourself in the motion, in the heat of her skin beneath her shirt—a cotton button-down you vaguely recall unbuttoning in a fit of impatience. It’s pale blue, maybe linen, and creases easily, but somehow, on her, even its rumpled state looks deliberate. The kind of effortless chic that you hate to admit you envy.

The bedroom is the goal, you think, until it isn’t. Until the two of you crash onto the rug in front of the fireplace. A soft furnishing you remember buying on a whim—hand-woven by a fourth-generation family in the Atlas Mountains, the kind of purchase that implies you’re a person with taste, with distinction. It’s soft in some places, coarse in others, but all you can focus on is the way Alexia’s body moves against yours, her breath hot against your neck, her hands mapping out territory she already owns.

“God, you’re perfect,” she murmurs, her voice rough, a little breathless, and it’s absurd how much the words undo you. You feel her lips against your collarbone, then lower, her tongue tracing a line along the curve of your breast before she takes your nipple into her mouth. Your back arches, your breath catching, and you’re distantly aware of the way your legs tighten around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

The fire is building, frantic and all-consuming, and you’re helpless to stop it. Not that you want to. Not when her hands are on you, coaxing, demanding, grounding you in a way nothing else ever has. You lose yourself in her touch, her voice, her everything.

Time becomes a blur after that. The weight of her body, the press of her hands, the sound of her voice—low and rough and threading its way through the space between you—it’s all-consuming. You don’t remember when you stopped thinking, when you let go of the need to control the situation, or her, or yourself. But it’s somewhere between her mouth finding yours again and the sheer mess of your limbs tangling together, her strength pinning you exactly where she wants you.

When it’s over, when the storm of her finally settles into something quieter, her head resting against your shoulder and her breath warm against your neck, you remember.

“We’re late,” you announce, your voice cutting through the silence with all the grace of a car alarm.

Alexia doesn’t move at first, her body still draped lazily over you, hot breath tickling the damp skin of your neck. “What?” she hums, not lifting her head.

“Skiing” you say, as though it’s obvious. “The booking. The gear hire. The… everything.” You gesture vaguely toward the coffee table, where your itinerary sits, printed and highlighted and unnecessarily laminated.

She looks up then, and for a moment she just stares at you, blinking, as if she can’t quite believe what she’s hearing. Then, to your utter dismay, she starts laughing. It’s not a small laugh, either. It’s full-bodied, rich, and entirely at your expense.

“You’re joking,” she says between breaths, though it’s clear she knows you’re not.

“I’m not,” you insist, pushing her off you, though the movement feels like betrayal—like cutting the power to a film just as the climax hits. “The lift tickets were pre-booked. There’s a window. A strict window that were going to miss”

“And whose fault is it that?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yours,” you reply, deadpan. “You’re the one who decided to… well, distract me”

Alexia laughs again, a soft sound that’s warm and infectious and entirely too easy to forgive. “Distract you? That’s rich, coming from the person who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves”

“Don’t deflect,” you say, sitting up to make a point this is in fact very serious. “Do you know how much coordination it took to set this up? The calls? The emails? The back-and-forth with their useless website that doesn’t recognise international postcodes? And the ski instructor alone was a nightmare to book. He’s apparently some kind of legend—teaches everyone from A-listers to politicians to royalty. His name’s Pierre, which is almost too on the nose, but I digress. The point is, he’s probably been standing there for twenty minutes now, wondering if we’ve been mauled by wolves”

She grins, shaking her head, and there’s something infuriatingly fond about the way she looks at you. “You’re very dramatic”

“No, I’m being organised,” you counter, scrambling to your feet and reaching for your discarded shirt. “This was your idea, remember? ‘Let’s try skiing,’ you said. ‘It’ll be fun,’ you said”

“It will be fun,” she says, still seated on the floor, her hair dishevelled, her shirt hanging off one shoulder. She looks maddeningly good like this, like she belongs in some high-end editorial spread titled Après Passion.

“Not if we miss the slot,” you mutter, pulling your shirt over your head and avoiding her gaze. “Do you know what happens if you’re late? They give your spot away. To people on a wait list”

She doesn’t move immediately, instead she sits there on your hand-woven rug watching you with an expression that’s equal parts fond and exasperated. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re like this,” she says, her voice teasing.

“Like what?”

“Frantic. Bossy. Pretending you don’t care when you obviously do”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. “Just get dressed. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can go back to not caring”

The beginner slope—charmingly nicknamed “Bunny Hill”—is far steeper than Alexia had anticipated. She stands rigidly at the edge, her boots clipped into rental skis that are alarmingly bright, the sort of neon green you associate with aggressive cycling brands or obnoxious trainers. You wonder if they’re intentionally loud, designed to help instructors spot the inevitable bodies sprawled across the snow.

Beside her, you’re dressed in a Moncler ski suit so pristine it practically sparkles in the sunlight. The stitching is quilted in perfect geometric diamonds, and the fur-lined hood is deliberately oversized, framing your face like the edges of a Vogue cover shoot. Your skis are top-tier: Fischer RC4 World Cups, chosen partly for their reputation and partly because the matte black matches your poles. You’ve already waxed them twice this season, though they probably didn’t need it. Your goggles, Oakleys with custom polarised lenses, sit snugly over your face, and you’re already warm, thanks to the base layer that cost more than the deposit on your first flat.

Alexia is, as always, frustratingly nonchalant. Her goggles, brand-new Oakleys you’d insisted on buying for her, sit slightly crooked on her face, the strap twisted in a way that makes your fingers itch to adjust them. The matching jacket, a sleek, insulated Patagonia shell in a shade of deep red that complements her complexion, fits perfectly—though she wears it like it’s just another hoodie tossed on before training. The trousers, Arcteryx, are so crisp they almost crackle, the tags having been snipped off mere hours ago. She looks every bit the part of a seasoned skier, though her posture suggests she’s waiting for the whole ordeal to be over so she can sit by the fire with a hot drink.

She shifts awkwardly, her poles dragging in the snow. “This is steeper than I thought”

You glance at the slope. It’s a nursery hill. Literal children are whizzing past with confidence, some barely old enough to tie their own shoelaces. A mother is halfway down, calling encouragement to a toddler in a lime-green snowsuit who is spinning in place, his skis forming an accidental snow angel.

“You’ll be fine,” you say, perhaps too casually, because she turns to look at you, her eyes narrowed.

“I’m not used to this,” she says, gesturing vaguely at the expanse of white in front of her. “You didn’t mention it would feel so… exposed”

You shrug. “You’ll pick it up quickly. You’re an athlete”

“Exactly, I don’t want to break my leg before the season starts”

Her caution surprises you. This is Alexia Putellas, who spends most of her life hurling herself into situations where bones break as casually as fingernails. But now, faced with the prospect of skiing, she’s hesitant, almost timid. It’s endearing, if not mildly irritating.

Pierre, your instructor for the day, is waiting at the bottom of the hill. His presence alone feels like an Arian tourism advertisement: flaxen hair, sharp cheekbones, and a jawline you could slice cheese on. His ski suit is a garish shade of blue, the logo of a the resort emblazoned across his chest. He waves at you both, teeth so white they practically refract the sun.

“Everyone is going to laugh at me,” Alexia mutters, her grip tightening on her poles.

“Maybe, but Pierre doesn’t count,” you say, ignoring the way she winces at the name. “He’s Swiss. They’re born on skis.”

She takes a deep breath and adjusts her goggles, the anti-fog coating catching the light. “Alright. I can do this”

She can’t do this, you quickly learn.

The moment she pushes off, it’s clear she’s underestimated the logistics. Her knees are too stiff, her weight too far back, and the skis seem to have a mind of their own. She picks up speed alarmingly quickly, her arms flailing in an almost cartoonish attempt at balance. You watch in horror as she veers toward the edge of the slope, narrowly missing a child who stares after her with wide-eyed bewilderment.

“Bend your knees!” you shout, though it’s futile.

Somehow, she manages to slow herself down enough to come to an abrupt, awkward halt halfway down the hill. She’s breathing heavily, her face flushed—not from exertion but from what you suspect is a mix of terror and mortification.

“What was that?” she calls up to you, her voice high-pitched.

“You were leaning back,” you reply, sliding toward her with an ease you know she finds infuriating. “Your centre of gravity was off”

“No shit,” she mutters, bending over to adjust her boots.

When you reach her, you make a show of stopping gracefully, your skis forming a perfect parallel line. You stand over her like an insufferable authority figure, which, let’s be honest, you are.

“Look,” you say, your tone breezy. “It’s all about weight distribution. Shift forward. Use your knees to absorb the movement. It’s physics”

She looks up at you, incredulous. “Are you seriously quoting physics to me right now?”

“Would you prefer I quote Pythagoras?”

“I’d prefer you stop being smug”

You grin. “I’m not being smug. I’m being helpful”

She scowls, but there’s no real venom in it.

Eventually, she makes it to the bottom, though not without incident. She topples twice, once taking out a marker pole and once nearly colliding with Sven, who watches the whole debacle with the stoicism of someone who’s seen far worse.

“I’m retiring,” Alexia declares when she finally comes to a stop, her skis splayed at an awkward angle.

“You’re fine,” you say, brushing snow off her jacket.

“I’m not fine. My pride is in pieces”

“Pride heals faster than a broken leg,” Pierre says, his tone unhelpfully chipper.

The lodge, when you finally retreat to it, is a welcome reprieve, a perfect cliché of alpine charm. The interior is all dark wood and exposed beams, the kind that might be reclaimed or might just be faux-rustic, it’s hard to tell. Roaring fireplaces anchor every corner, their stone mantels adorned with garlands of holly and pine cones sprayed with artificial snow. The air is thick with the scent of mulled wine, damp wool, and wood smoke, mingling in a way that makes the space feel both comforting and mildly suffocating.

Alexia slumps into a seat near the fireplace, tugging off her goggles with the dramatic sigh of someone who’s just endured a life-altering trauma. She drops them onto the table, where they skid across the varnished surface before coming to rest against a cast iron candleholder.

“I hate this,” she announces, slouching low in her chair like a moody teenager who’s just been told to tidy their room.

“You don’t hate this,” you say, sliding into the seat opposite her and unzipping your jacket with far less fanfare. “You hate not being good at it”

She glares at you, her jaw tightening in that way it always does when you’ve hit the mark. It’s the same glare she gives referees when a call doesn’t go her way, and it’s just as ineffective now as it is then.

“Admit it,” you press, unable to resist poking the bear. “You’re annoyed because skiing isn’t something you can dominate after five minutes of practice”

“I’m annoyed because skiing is stupid,” she retorts, though the defensive edge in her voice gives her away. “Who even decided sliding down a mountain with sticks strapped to your feet was a good idea?”

“Norwegians, probably,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “Blame them”

She grumbles something in Spanish, too low for you to catch, but the sharpness of her tone tells you it’s probably an insult aimed at both the Norwegians and you.

Before you can tease her further, a server appears with hot chocolates. They’re obscene—decadent monstrosities served in oversized ceramic mugs. Each one is piled high with whipped cream, dusted with cocoa powder, and garnished with sugar-dusted gingerbread stars precariously balanced on the rim. A stray marshmallow floats in the froth, its edges beginning to dissolve.

Alexia stares at hers like it’s personally offended her.

“What?” she demands when you burst into laughter.

“Nothing,” you say, though your smirk gives you away entirely. “It’s just… not very you, is it?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.

“Nothing,” you repeat, though you can’t stop yourself from glancing pointedly at the gingerbread star perched on her mug like it’s auditioning for next year's John Lewis Christmas advert.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” she mutters, picking up a marshmallow and lobbing it at you without warning.

It hits your sleeve, leaving a faint, sticky smudge of melted sugar on your Moncler jacket. You look down at it, then back at her, your expression perfectly deadpan.

“Childish,” you say, flicking the marshmallow back at her.

She dodges it with the expected reflexes of someone who captains her national team, though the movement is so exaggerated it draws the attention of the couple at the next table. You give them an apologetic smile, but Alexia just grabs her spoon and scoops an alarming amount of whipped cream off her hot chocolate.

“Don’t you dare,�� you warn, raising a hand in mock surrender.

Her smirk is pure mischief as she leans forward, balancing the spoon precariously. “You started it”

“And best believe me, I’ll finish it too,” you say, though your tone lacks conviction.

She takes this as permission and flings the whipped cream in your direction. It lands squarely on your shoulder, and the entire room seems to pause as you stare at the mess now streaking your ski suit.

“You're five,” you say flatly, reaching for a napkin.

“You deserved it,” she replies, utterly unrepentant, leaning back in her chair with a victorious grin that makes your stomach flip in a way you’re starting to find annoyingly familiar.

You shake your head, suppressing a smile as you wipe the sticky smudge off your sleeve. The lodge hums around you—soft chatter, the occasional clink of glasses, the crackle of the fire—and yet it feels like the world has narrowed to just this table, just her.

She’s still grinning when you glance back up, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. It’s infuriating. And addictive.

“You’re a pain,” you mutter, more to yourself than to her, but she hears it anyway.

“Yet, you still love me,” she quips, her tone light, teasing, but there’s something in her eyes—something unguarded and fleeting, like a glimpse of light through a crack in the curtains.

It makes your chest ache, but not in a way that hurts. It’s the kind of ache you feel when you’re exactly where you’re meant to be, when everything finally clicks into place.

You shrug, trying to play it cool even as your pulse stumbles over itself. “Maybe I do”

Her grin softens, just slightly, and for a second, it feels like the world pauses. The fire crackles, the snow falls softly outside, and all the noise of the lodge blurs into background static.

Then she picks up her mug, takes an exaggerated sip of her hot chocolate, and smirks. “Lucky me”

Lucky her indeed.

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keferon · 2 months ago

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TexAid continues to rot my brain I hope you don't mind I had an idea for Shockwave. Warning for mentioned super unethical experimentation.

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Vortex didn’t remember the first day his dad had brought him to work. He’d been too young, young enough to have stars in his eyes about giant robots and a desire to be tested by the cool machines his dad worked on, according to what he’d been told. The standard idiot child.

Of course that had been where him being standard had ended.

But that meant he had grown up at the facility, that he knew it better than almost anyone else and knew everyone in it. Which was why he was currently keeping his cockpit shut tight even as First Aid kept hammering the button to open it.

Shockwave, the only pilot to ever make it to retirement was on the other side of his one way red glass visor staring like he could see through it. Maybe he could. Once upon a time he had been kind. Once upon a time he had actual eyes instead of the bionic yellow glow that shrunk and grew as he focused it.

His mech had had a fatal accident, one that should have killed him too. But Shockwave hadn’t been lucky enough to die, instead he had been a test subject, to see if machine and human could get just a little closer to being one.

Vortex had never liked any of his pilots enough to care but looking at Shockwave made him mentally promise First Aid that he would never let him live if he got heavily wounded in a fight. If Vortex was dying he’d take the other man with him as a mercy. Better that than this, having everything he was scooped out.

One metal hand came up to tap on his glass, like he was knocking on the door of a house. “Vortex let me meet him, I want to see why this one is special.”

First Aid stopped trying to open the visor and slunk back behind the pilot seat and if Vortex could relax he would have at having him less exposed. Vortex wondered if he should chew First Aid up a little? Make him less special? But it was too late.

The only consolation was that his reputation as a pilot killer protected First Aid, made him too valuable to let him be dragged down into Shockwave’s lab for tests that weren’t a guaranteed success.

Shockwave continued, “Wouldn’t you like to have a body again? The first mech to human full-translation. You're an ideal candidate for obvious reasons.” But of course that wasn’t what he really wanted. No Shockwave’s real project was human to mech translation, more than what had been done to him, on a grander scale than replacing most of a human with a machine. Shockwave was large, but he was still person sized.

Vortex had been smart enough to keep his existence at rumors and Shockwave couldn’t prove he was in here. He was trying to use First Aid to lure him out.

He felt First Aid’s hands tighten on the back of the seat, as if he was ready to fight being pulled away from it. But Vortex kept his cockpit closed and after a long time Shockwave sighed and turned away. “Well perhaps once you get bored of him, just leave him in usable pieces.”

Vortex watched him jump off the gangway and heard the sound of metal hitting the ground below him before easy footsteps. For a moment he was jealous of what Shockwave had, but not at that price. Even after he was gone it took a long moment before Vortex let his cockpit open. It took longer for First Aid to leave it.

OH DAMN…

YOU KNOW WHAT. As much as I love Senator Shockwave. The Idea of him being that creepy fucking scientist really fits here oh my god

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#tf mecha universe #ALSO VORTEX BEING PROTECTIVE OVER FIRST AID #YS PLEASE #WONDERFUL FJFNNFJFMVNV

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liliacamethyst · 1 year ago

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Sneak Peak Part V - Web of Eternal Dawn

“Drop the child, Miguel.” the figure warns.

With an unimpressed raise of his brow, Miguel retorts, “Go home, Miles.”

Gabriel, now more settled, looks up at Miguel with adoring eyes, already halfway back to sleep. But Miles’ persistent voice booms through the little room. "Miguel, step the fuck back from the baby, and let's settle this outside. NOW."

"Kid, this isn't a fight you wanna fight," Miguel warns, gently lowering the now sleeping Gabriel back into his crib.

But just as the situation seems to have reached a tense standoff, the door bursts open, revealing you, fully clad in your spider-suit, ready to fight, fury painted on every feature. Flashbacks of the past, filled with anger, pain, and fear, cloud your vision upon seeing Miguel bending over your son.

"Sunny, I can explain—" Miguel starts, but your reaction is swift. With a well-aimed web, you pin him to the nearby wall, rendering him immobile. Miles, clearly taken aback by your rapid response, stammers, “He... uh... was trying to... take Gabriel again. I saw it?”

Miguel's eyes, though pinned, glitter dangerously. “Cut the crap, kid.”

You had heard enough, and you fired webs at his mouth, silencing him. Standing tall, you demand, “What the hell is going on?”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, an overpowering nausea threatening to bring you to your knees. Not again, you beg internally, this can't be happening again. The biting sensation of deja vu feels like a punch to the gut.

As if reading your panic, Miles lifts his hands in a placating gesture, but your focus narrows solely on your sleeping baby, peacefully oblivious to the tension in the room. Swiftly, you cross the distance to his crib, gently scooping him up, trying your hardest not to stir him. Every instinct screams at you to get away, to protect your child from the unpredictable scene.

You barely register Miles' words of apology or his attempt to follow, reacting instinctively by sending a web in his direction, narrowly missing him and instead encasing Miguel against the wall. With him momentarily restrained, you leave the room.

Miguel, however, almost effortlessly shrugs off the sticky restraints, ripping the webbing from his face. He's pissed, furious even, seething at the situation. Anger boils at the goddamn circumstances, but above all, his ire is directed at this noisy kid. Damn, Miles, can't he just go bother someone else? This isn't his fucking business. It's his mess to fix, his responsibility, and he needs to make things right. Why does Miles have to complicate things even more?

With a tension thick enough to cut, Miguel turns to Miles, "What do you want, kid?"

Miles, glares defiantly, his voice dripping with loathing. "You, gone. Either in some forsaken universe or dead."

Miguel sighs, running a hand down his face, his weariness evident. "Fine, do whatever you wish. Kill me, banish me, torture me. Whatever your little heart desires. Let me first make sure that they are safe. I won't fight you, Miles.”

Miles pauses, disbelief flashing across his face. "You serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Miguel retorts, his gaze piercing.

Miles takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "You're a monster, Miguel. Maybe not a murderer, but still a monster."

"I know what I am." Miguel admits, his voice breaking ever so slightly and without looking back leaving Miles speechless.

Miguel hesitated at the window, on the precipice of leaving. But something - be it fate, spider-sense, or sheer reckless longing - pulled him back. He silently treaded through the apartment, drawn to a soft melodic voice.

There, in the dim room, you stood. Without your mask, vulnerability framed your features, eyes closed, a cascade of hair down your shoulder.

You swayed gently, singing a lullaby, with little Gabriel secure in your embrace, his breathing even and deep. This sight, so full of love and tenderness, tore through Miguel. It was a clear representation of everything he yearned for, of the life that slipped through his fingers, so vivid he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

His heart ached, thinking of the life they could've shared, of waking up to this exact scene every day, of being a part of this little family. The regret was suffocating him in its weight.

You sensed him before you heard him, before you smelled his perfume, warm and woody with a hint of something spicy. He smelled like the shower gel he uses when you both took long showers, the walks you used to take in the woods on Earth 99, discussing plans for the HQ, but you just enjoyed holding his hand. He also smelled like your pillows after he disappeared in the morning, a scent tinged with abandonment. He smelled like a thousand things you couldn’t place, but foremost, he smelled like one thing, and you just hated that thought. Home.

You finally broke the silence, your voice soft and wearied. "What are you doing here, Miguel?"

He swallowed, voice raw. "I needed to see if you were okay."

A sad smile played on your lips. "You're too late for that."

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avocado-writing · 1 year ago

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush confessing to him while obviously waiting for rejection?

absolutely my love, here you go!

Astarion

Is not surprised you’re confessing (he knew how you felt it wasnt subtle lol), but is surprised that you seem so defeated about it

sort of annoys him? Upsets him? Of course he’s going to feel the same way, how can you think so little of yourself? He’s of the opinion that you’re wonderful. it’s so easy to fall for you.

but then he hesitates: he knows how easy it is to think poorly of oneself. He can’t judge you too harshly.

takes your hand, tells you that you’re lovely, and invites you out for coffee the next day. just the two of you. his heart skips a beat when you light up.

Gale

admires how courageous you are. can see you’re shaking as you admit your feelings.

”why do you think I wouldn’t feel the same way? you are one of the most spectacular people I’ve ever met. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I’d be lucky to have you.”

smiles when he sees how you start to grin, puts his hands on your waist and brings you in for a kiss.

if you’re a magic user dancing lights erupt from you because you’re so overwhelmed ✨

Wyll

Oh, sweet Wyll. Gobsmacked that you think he’d turn you down.

takes your hand and guides you somewhere where the two of you can be alone.

when you have your privacy he asks if he can kiss you.

you feel heat rise in your cheeks but nod, and he gives you the most astounding first kiss you’ve ever had lol

then he takes you out for dinner and holds your hand across the table the whole meal

(when you’re together properly he makes jokes the whole camp was asking “wyll they won’t they” about the two of you and you groan lmfao)

Halsin

another one who takes you to a private place to talk.

brushes your hair out of face and then cups your cheek in the same gesture, begins to wax poetic about how perfect the oak father made you and how you are without fault.

has echoed your feelings for a long time now and is glad you made the first move which takes a lot of the weight off your chest

he scoops you up in his big arms and swings you around until all the worry is gone and you’re laughing 💕

Dammon

his heart hammers in his chest when you tell him. he’s only a blacksmith!!!! he doesn’t know how to handle this!!

I imagine you confess to him while he’s working at his forge so that not all of his attention is on you, it’s better to soften the blow when he says he doesn’t feel the same.

puts his tools down, takes off his gloves, and holds your hands. tells you he’s admired you for a long while and is glad you feel the same.

you squeak when he kisses you but his soft touch keeps your grounded ❤️

Rolan

is offended how nervous you are (you don’t find him THAT intimidating do you?! He’s been trying to be nice because he likes you!) - and also a bit annoyed because he’s been working up the courage to confess for ages but you got there first

”Good, I like you too >:(“ “you do?” “Yes >:(“ “then why do you seem so grumpy about it?” “I’m not grumpy! >:( >:( >:(“

you kiss him on the cheek and he’s so flustered he loses control of the spell he was transcribing and magic missiles his office window to pieces lol

Zevlor

this is a battle of the least self-confident lol. you’re like “I don’t think you like me” and he replies “my dear you have so many better options than me”

so it turns 180, with you convincing him that you do like him and listing all his merits!

eventually youre at a stalemate. and then you just kiss each other, trepidatious at first and then getting more passionate as you relax 💕

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callme-holly · 1 month ago

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Hello!

So I came across your post about The Outsiders requests and if you are still taking them I have one! And if you don't really like the sound of this or don't feel comfortable writing this that's more than okay!

But, if you are comfortable with it..

I was thinking a Darry x Reader where the reader is drunk and Darry brings her to his place and takes care of her. Stuff like where she is in one of his shirts that is way to big on her, and like if the other boys are being to loud he will get very defensive and tell them to quiet down since the reader is hungover. Just little things like that in it.

Thank you!! <3

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧 : i kind of really love this

The whole room spun as Darry set you carefully down onto the couch, your mind reeling, feeling sluggish and heavy with fatigue. It’s not like you’d meant to get drunk; it had just sort of happened; one drink turned into two, and then another, until you were a stumbling, giggling mess.

It hadn't taken long, however, for the novelty to wear off, the initial pleasant buzz dissipating and leaving you feeling nauseated and tired, your eyelids growing heavy with each passing second. If it weren't for the fact that Darry was currently holding onto your shoulder in an attempt to support you, you probably would have passed out right there on the couch without so much as a second thought. He was trying his best not to look worried, but, even in your inebriated state, you could see the way he kept biting at the edge of his lip, the slight furrow of his brow giving him away entirely.

It’s not like you were the only drunk person in the room; the other boys were far worse off than you. Two-Bit and Steve were practically tripping over themselves, and Dallas had dragged himself off home, refusing to accept the help offered. Soda hadn’t consumed a single drop of alcohol, yet he was still bouncing around, laughing loudly, and to anyone who didn’t know him personally, they would think he was just as wasted as everyone else.

A sharp sting of pain tore through you, hammering at your skull as Steve let out a particularly shrill cackle that seemed to reverberate through the room, causing you to wince. You closed your eyes and let your head thud back against the cushions, trying desperately to focus on anything but the dull throbbing behind your eyes.

“Hey, darlin',” Darry's voice sounded soft, barely above a whisper, as you felt his cool hand gently press against your forehead, smoothing down the hair that fell in loose waves over your face. “What’d you say we go run you a nice bath, hm? Might help with that hangover.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him on the offer; in fact, a warm bath sounds almost heavenly right about now. The room spins again as you nod numbly, limp in Darry’s arms, as he scoops you up and carries you slowly towards the bathroom, the voices and shouts of the other boys becoming more and more distant until they’re nothing but a muffled hum behind the closed door.

Your mind swims, and you struggle to stay awake, blinking your eyes rapidly to clear them before they start drooping shut. Darry is still speaking, though you can’t seem to make out what he’s saying, his voice sounding too quiet for you to be able to pick apart the words. He spends a few moments fussing over the water, making sure it's not too hot, before turning back to you, carefully removing your clothes, and setting them aside to be washed later. His movements are gentle and slow, and you lean against him, relying heavily on him to keep you upright, your legs feeling unsteady beneath you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, cradling you close to him, his chest pressed against yours as he holds you close, guiding you to the tub with the same care as someone who is handling a small child. He lowers you gingerly into the water, fingers carding through your hair as you sink into the warmth, letting the heat consume you entirely, your eyes finally fluttering shut and a contented hum leaving your lips.

You feel weightless, completely relaxed, your body drained of everything except for the sweet, blissful sensation of Darry’s hands running through your hair and over your shoulders.

“Better?” He murmurs, his thumb stroking softly across your skin, drawing a hum of affirmation from you.

“Better,” you answer, your own voice slurred with exhaustion. “Much better.”

Darry smiles faintly at you, kissing the top of your head in a way that could only be described as tender. He washes you slowly, massaging shampoo into your scalp with practiced hands and scrubbing down your body with careful deliberation. Every once in a while, one of his hands leaves your side to stroke lightly across your cheek or to brush away a stray lock of hair sticking to your face.

You don’t remember when he started talking to you, mumbling under his breath about how he’d told you to go easy on the drink, nor do you know when he’d started to drain the soapy water surrounding you, leaving you cold and shivering. Your eyes are still half-lidded, your mind hazy, your body heavy with sleep. But Darry keeps murmuring to you, brushing kisses across your cheeks and jawline, your forehead, your temple. His voice is soothing, low, and rich with a hint of something you can’t place, that southern drawl coming out as thick as honey.

A towel is draped loosely over your shoulders as Darry guides you out of the tub, making quick work of drying you off and sitting you down on the edge of the closed toilet seat. He kneels down in front of you then, his large, calloused hand resting on your knees, flashing you a small smile.

“Do me a favour and wait here. I’ll go get you something to change into, alright?”

You can only nod in response; any other answer would be deemed unacceptable, and you’d be made to wait here regardless.

You watch as he disappears into the hall, thecacophonyy of shouts and laughter reaching your ears the second the door opens, only to be muffled just as fast as it swings shut with a barely audible click, leaving you alone. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to force away the heaviness clinging to your limbs, the fuzzy feeling beginning to creep into your head, and the headache pounding behind your eyes.

You don’t know how long you’re sitting like that, trying your hardest not to give in to sleep, but after a while, Darry steps back into the bathroom, a glass of water in one hand and a pile of clean clothes in the other. You blink blearily at him, watching as he kneels before you once more, setting the clothes aside and bringing the glass to your lips.

“Take a few sips for me, sweetheart. It’ll help the headache.” You comply, accepting small sips until your stomach decides it's had enough and you're forced to pull back, a slightly disgruntled expression on your face. Darry doesn’t force the issue, simply removing the towel and dressing you in nothing but his shirt and boxers, both items hanging off your frame loosely, the fabric soothing against your skin.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re burying your face into his chest with a quiet whine, pressing yourself firmly against him, your arms clutching his waist like a lifeline, as if you're afraid he'll leave if you ever let go of him.

Darry chuckles softly in amusement, rubbing your back reassuringly, his chin resting atop your head.

“I think we should get you in bed,” he whispers, his voice rumbling deep within his chest, sending a shudder down your spine. “I'll get the boys to quiet down, and then I'll come join you, yeah?”

“Okay,” you murmur, nuzzling closer to him, closing your eyes. You feel his arms tighten around you, holding you close, enveloping you in warmth as he presses a gentle kiss into your hair.

You want to ask him not to go, to keep hold of you and never let you go, but you also know it won't be long before he's beside you once more, pulling you tightly into his embrace and promising he will never, ever, let anything happen to you. And you trust him more than anything in the world.

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buckyalpine · 1 year ago

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The wait way universe. The one where they get married.

Ohh god it is perfect.

Please say you will write more of this?

I am begging you.

Need more of the baby.

And all the group together having fun family nights.

Another baby maybe? ;)

Aunts and uncles fighting to hold the baby.

Bucky and the reader being told the baby moved the hammer and thor really presenting him with a mini hammer?

Also I love love love love love uncle Tony’s nickname for the baby. Mini terminator love it.

Happy squealing baby is so cute.

I just love it. So much.

I will beg for more. I will. I love it. I love your writing. I love how you write the characters.

Oh god I would kill to see protective avengers. Maybe someone takes the reader and the baby, oh and even more so the reader is pregnant. :0 dun dun dun…. Protective angry Bucky, Steve, Tony,Sam ,Nat, Wanda, Bruce etc

OKAY YES. I'm here for PROTECTIVE AVENGERS OVER ALL THE BABY BUCKIES AND HIS ANGEL. You can read this piece as a stand alone. I added the links for other parts if you want to read it but you don't have to. We're all here for what happens when you mess with Bucky's family.

Wait, what?

Wait, what? 2

I do (again) Wait, what? 3

Wait, what? More Babies?

Competitive God Fathers

You smiled to yourself, carefully adding the last piece of tape to Bucky's gift, tying a perfect bow around the wrapped box before hiding it in the closet. Bucky was due to come back soon and while you missed him like crazy, his absence made it easier for you to get his surprise together. Over the last few weeks, you'd felt more tired than usual along with feeling tender and crampy. One trip to the pharmacy, a pregnancy test and a positive result later, you'd bought a custom onesie with Baby Barnes Jr #4 printed on the front.

You hoped Bucky would enjoy the surprise you were growing in your belly, especially considering how often he kept insisting he wanted just one more, adding to your growing family with Steve Jr who had just turned 5 and your 3 year old twins Samantha and Nathaniel. You hid the present under the bed before going to the playroom to tuck your littles ones into bed, the three of them unusually quiet compared to their usual mischief.

"C'mon munchkins" You smiled at the sight before you with Stevie sprawled on a large bean bag, his brother and sister on tucked on either side, their big brother reading to them while they intently looked at the pictures. "Bed time for you babies"

"Will daddy be home soon?" Samantha asked with a pout, a complete daddy's girl just like you, tucking her face into your neck as you scooped her up along with Nathaniel while Steve followed promptly behind.

"Of course bub, he'll be here first thing in the morning" You assured her, kissing her forehead before tucking her into bed followed by the other little one. "Good night loves" You turned off the lights before going back to your room where you knew Stevie was waiting with his favorite book, ready for a bedtime story. It was a special bonding time you always made sure to have with him, not wanting you first baby boy to feel like he was no longer one of your favorites after the twins were born.

"What did you pick tonight baby" You got under the covers, fluffing the pillows and propping them up while Stevie snuggled up beside you, plopping a book about science onto your lap. You chuckled at the nerdy side he'd gotten from his dad, reading through scientific discoveries that were made in the last century and theories that were still being tested. He listened with wide eyes until they grew heavy, eventually falling asleep on your lap, not having the slightest clue you'd carried him to bed and tucked him in with a kiss to his cheek. "Sleep tight my sweet boy"

You slipped back under the covers, grabbing a book for yourself while occasionally running your hands over your belly, soaking in the quiet night before the team arrived after their latest mission.

It wasn't often that the compound was empty; few missions required all hands on deck but this was one of them. You'd received a message from FRIDAY informing you the jet would be landing in a few hours and that no medical assistance would be required because no one had sustained major injures. It was the sole reason you were able to relax so easily, happy waiting for your husbands arrival so you could tell him the good news.

You settled comfortably under the covers until a faint sound from the common room pulled you from your book again. FRIDAY would have alerted you if the jet was approaching and you would've definitely heard the sound of the engine approaching anyway.

But was still eerily quiet.

Then you heard something again.

You were sure it was nothing but you pressed the button under the bedside table that locked and secured the rooms of the little ones just to be safe. Tony had added additional security for their rooms in case of emergencies, with 4 different operating systems working at once. Absolutely nothing would happen to his godchildren under his roof.

It was probably nothing.

Still.

You grabbed the knife you kept hidden behind the headboard, tucking in under the waistband of you sleep shorts before making your way down, reprimanding yourself for being paranoid over what was probably just sounds of the plumbing and vents creaking in the middle of the night.

The halls were clear, easing some of your nerves as you continued to the common room where you heard the sound. The hairs on your neck stood up when you saw the glow of the kitchen light turned on, grabbing your knife, only to find one of the new agents sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on a coffee.

"Annabeth?" Your brows were knitted together, discreetly slipping the knife away, wondering how she'd gotten into the main floor of the compound when it was restricted to others after a certain time.

"Hey y/n" She gave you a sleepy smile while you watched her warily, "Couldn't sleep. Hope you don't mind, just wanted to grab a mug before heading back to trainee wing"

"Yeah, its fine" You spoke slowly, something still not sitting right with you though you didn't show it.

"How come you're still up, waiting for Sergeant Barnes?" There was something sinister in the sweetness of her voice, cocking her head while you hummed in response, stomach churning. "You're both so cute together you know. It's nice to see how his life has come together after all he's been through as the asset"

"Excuse me?" Your eyes grew wide, heart hammering against your chest, it was rare for anyone to refer to Bucky as the asset. Most referred to him as the winter soldier, even soldat, only those deep in Hdyra had called him-

"We want our asset back" She whispered, cracking a smirk and nodding to someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a large form grasped your body, slamming a hand over your mouth muffling your screams. You didn't have any time to react, feeling a pinch to your neck and slipping into darkness immediately after.

Bucky stretched with a sleepy yawn as the jet began its descent, already waiting at the doors and ready to hop out and see his wife and babies. He smiled at the thought of them all safely tucked into bed, sleeping soundly while you probably tried to stay up with a book. He always found you dozed off, book loosely falling from your hand, still propped up against the bed every time you waited for him. Didn't matter not how many times he told you to just go to bed. You always stayed up till you saw he was safe and sound.

Sam helped Bucky put away his equipment so he could get to you faster, everyone smiling watching the soldier dash off, running to his family.

"It's nice to see him like this" Nat nodded, trudging with the rest as they entered the compound, nothing amiss while they went to the conference room.

"He deserves it" Steve smiled, happy his best friend finally had what he'd always dreamt of. A wife. Kids. A safe home for them.

Bucky made his way over to see his little ones first, stopping in front of the heavily decorated door, covered with Captain America and Iron Man posters, courtesy of the two Godfathers competing for #1. Bucky smiled, turning the knob, only to find it locked shut, which was odd considering the only way to lock the door was if the security system had been activated.

He shook his head, frowning as he made his way to your shared bedroom instead, figuring it was a glitch or mistake. He got a sinking feeling in his stomach seeing the door open ajar, with the lamp turned on, your book set aside but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Baby?" Bucky called out, struggling to keep his panic at bay when the bathroom was empty, as was the closet. "Sweetheart?"

He called down the hall way a little louder before jogging to the kitchen but there had been no sign of you there when he'd entered. He started to move quicker, running back to disable to security system, breathing a sigh of relief to find all three little ones still sleeping soundly. He softly shut the door before immediately going to the conference room.

"Y/n, has anyone seen her?" He hoped to see you sitting with the others but he was filled with dread when the others shook their head in confusion. "She's-she's not in her room. I've checked everywhere, the security system was activated for the kids' room, she wouldn't leave the compound around this hour, somethings wrong"

No one asked questions, immediately jumping into action; Tony starts to comb through security from the time they left while Nat double checks every floor and room, just to be safe. Steve and Sam help Bucky look over your bedroom for any signs of a struggle. He ran his hand along the areas they'd hidden weapons, his stomach dropping when he felt the empty space behind the headboard.

"She took the knife" Bucky swallowed thickly while Sam and Steve shared concerned glances.

"Look, she's strong Buck, whatever it is, we'll find her" Steve insisted while Bucky continued to look, checking under the bed where he'd kept a pistol, nothing out of the ordinary except-

He frowned, seeing a little gift bag hidden underneath, newly packed with a gold bow placed on top. He picked it up, brows knitted together as he pulled away the tissue paper, feeling soft material tucked at the bottom of the bag. He took it out, heart splitting into two at the words written on the little onesie,

"Fuck!" A broken sob pulled Sam and Steve from their search, finding Bucky slumped by the edge of the bed.

"Buck?" they shared concerned glances seeing him holding something small in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest.

"She's-she's pregnant" Bucky whispered, tears welling in his eyes holding the tiny jumpsuit in his hands, his heart couldn't take it-

"Barnes, we have something!" Tony's voice echoed through the coms, the three men running back to the conference room where Tony had pulled the footage from you in the kitchen. Bucky watched in silence, jaw clenched seeing the new agent use a stolen keycard to sneak into the compound with a Hydra agent, the two of them quietly waiting for you to come down.

He had to keep from smashing the TV, watching the man grab you from behind, injecting you with something before carelessly carrying you off like ragdoll, his heart aching, wishing he'd gotten home sooner. All voices around him drowned out to a faint buzz, the sounds of Tony and Steve giving out commands all muffled as if they were underwater.

"We have the coordinates locked, everyone down down to the jet, remember your positions.

It was like a switch was flipped.

"Cap and I clear the entry ways, Nat, Clint, follow behind, Sam, surveillance from the top. Barnes, you just have to get y/n"

The former young husband and father who sat with tears streaming down his cheeks was replaced with a man who knew no remorse. No guilt. No sense of right or wrong.

"Barnes"

Steve knew of this man well.

"Barnes?"

The one they called the Winter Soldier.

"Baby" Bucky whispered, scooping his sleepy eldest son in his arms before striding over to the twins bed, tucking them in together. "Daddy's gotta go another mission but we'll be back soon, alright?"

Steve could sense something was wrong, the strain in his fathers voice making him worry.

"Again?" He asked while Samantha and Nathaniel stirred slightly, trying to tuck themselves into their daddy's warmth. "Where's mama?" He asked with a tiny whisper having heard the commotion outside of the room, his hearing enhancing more and more each day. Bucky swallowed thickly while Steve stepped into the room to check on his best friend, his heart breaking over the three little ones clinging onto him.

"We're going to get her, promise bub" Buck kissed their heads, grabbing their favorite stuffies to cuddle with.

"Let me see my favorite little soldiers" Steve strode over, giving them a brave smile. "We'll be back before you know it"

"Will mama be okay?" Nathanial whispered, grabbing onto Steve's wrist before he could leave, tears streaming down his little chubby cheek.

"Of course" Steve reassured him, kissing his forehead and tucking him back into bed, "We'll never let anything happen to your mama"

That was a promise.

"Oh fuck" Clint snorted to himself watching the black mask that had been locked away for good slip over Bucky's face, his usual leather jacket replaced with a thick black tactical vest, straps running across his chest.

"They're fucked, aren't they" Sam whispered to Tony as he put his suit on, the glancing over to the stone cold brunette who sat in silence, finger resting on the trigger. Like he doesn't actually need us"

"We're really just going for moral support, also no one hurts our y/n" Tony whispered back. The teams full focus was getting you back along with keeping your babies safe; Pepper had come to look after the littles ones till you were found safe and sound. While the team was fully ready to take apart anyone that tried to hurt you. It was more that evident Bucky wouldn't have a problem taking hydra apart by himself but they wouldn't let him go alone.

Bucky didn't speak a word as soon as the jet hit the ground hitting his targets from 100's of feet away, each bullet landing right between their eyes.

"...Did you know he could do that?" Sam called from the coms, watching agents drop while he flew across the top of the base. Tony blasted the front of the doors while Steve cleared the hall way, throwing his shield, knocking down three men that guarded the wing.

"Looks like she's down in the cells" Sam called, looking at where the heat signals were coming from. Bucky made his way down the sterile hallway, red lights suddenly flashing above when a woman charged towards him.

"Welcome back soldat" Annabeth sauntered, blocking the doors to where you were being held with a satisfied smirk on her face. "We knew you'd come back. We missed you-

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this" Nat smirked, stepping in front of Bucky and grabbing Annabeth by her hair, dragging her off to a corner before throwing a punch to her jaw.

Bucky continued, slamming the lab doors open, his eyes landing onto your tied up form, strapped onto the very same chair he'd been tied to every time he'd been wiped. He didn't give anyone a second to think, killing those closest to him while the others tried to escape.

"You wanted me back, didn't you" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he stepped over the bodies he shot down before running to save you. "Well, I'm back"

The ones that ran off didn't get too far, making it out of the lab, only to be met with a very angry Steve and Tony.

"You don't hurt my fucking bestfriend" Steve gritted, slamming the agent to the floor before grabbing another and throwing him to Tony.

"You are not taking away my turn at being a God father" Sam grabbed another that tried to hide behind the rubble, swooped up to the ceiling, dangling to agent in the air for a while before letting him drop. Bucky was by your side in an instant, cutting off the straps that bound your arms together.

"Baby?" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, cradling your body to his chest, his hand gently brushing your cheek. "You okay sweetheart?"

"Bucky!" You cried out, clinging onto him, trembling while he kissed you before protectively covering your face from the bloody trail he left behind him. "You're here"

"M'taking you home baby, c'mon" Bucky whispered against your hair, carrying you tucked against him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, breathing in his scent. "I got you babygirl, it's okay"

"I was so scared" Bucky held onto you tightly on the ride back, he had never felt relief like this, his heart finally calming down. "M'so sorry sweet girl"

"S'not your fault baby" you whispered back, smiling when you felt a kiss to the back of your head.

"Glad you're okay sweetheart" Steve gave you a squeeze before leaving you and Bucky to have your privacy again, staying near the front with the rest of the team, watching over Annabeth, who had been captured for questioning. Once you'd reached the compound, you were greeted with proper hugs and kisses from the others, hearing the pitter patter of little feel seconds later.

"MAMAA" Your babies ran to you, climbing up your leg until they were all properly snuggled against you, refusing to let go until they were sure you were perfectly safe.

"Daddy and your aunts and uncles rescued me, see? I'm all okay" You reassured them while they looked at you intently, checking over you the same way you did whenever they had a fall. Once they were satisfied that you were okay, they let their daddy take you away to get cleaned up while it was Tony's turn to read them a bedtime story even if it was nearing morning.

"Right where you belong" Bucky smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist after you'd both showered, foregoing clothes as you climbed into bed, snuggled over the covers. He spooned you from behind, the feel of his warm bare skin comforting you.

"I love you so much angel" He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, eyes brightening when he remembered the little present he'd found earlier. His hand slipped down to softly brush over your tummy. "Both of you" He playfully whispered, smiling at your soft gasp as you wiggled to turn around and face him, growing bashfully shy when he pulled the tiny jumpsuit he'd kept on his pillow.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me mama?"

"Think you're ready for a 4th?" You giggled, burying your face into his chest while he grinned, peppering your face with kisses till you squealed.

"M'ready for a 5th and 6th if you'd let me angel" Bucky smirked, playfully nipping your jaw before shuffling down to rest his head on your tummy, kissing your soft skin while you carded your fingers through his hair. "but I can't wait to meet this little one first"

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newtonsheffield · 2 months ago

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I'm looking forward to seeing Kate and Anthony and all sorts of new parenting roles.. for example how do we deal with Neddy getting a little cold from school? Or maybe just a small boo boo while running at the park?

Or maybe the school asking for parents to volunteer as chaperones for their next trip to the zoo? I can see Neddy volunteering his Anthony for a zoo trip!

How adept is Anthony at preparing Neddy's lunch boxes? After school snacks?

SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!

Oh imagine the guilt Anthony feels the first time Neddy gets hurt on his watch. Anthony picks Neddy up from Kate’s before dinner now and they let Sophie go home early. On these days Anthony likes to take Neddy to the park on the way there and they run around and fly kites and all sorts of things. Anthony just loves spending time with his son. He loves hearing Neddy giggle as he runs after the football and he loves the excitement on his face when he tells Kate what they did as they walk to the restaurant. He loves this time.

“Kick a big one Daddy!” Neddy called out as Anthony positioned the ball. “I can get it.”

“Alright, are you ready buddy?”

“Yeah!”

Anthony laughed as he kicked the ball and Neddy cheered sprinting after it but the laughter died in his throat as he watched Neddy’s ankle buckle under him and his son let out a sharp

“Ow!”

He sprinted forward, his heart hammering as Neddy wailed.

“Daddy! It hurts!”

His hearts in his throat as he looks down at his son, clutching his ankle. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m so sorry.”

He can hardly breathe as he scoops Neddy up, panic in his chest as they arrived at A&E, fumbling for his phone while he filled out the paperwork, Neddy sniffling against his chest.

“Hey, are you guys near by?”

Anthony’s heart sank in his chest even more at the sound of Kate’s voice. She trusted him. She trusted him to look after Neddy and he hadn’t done it. “Kate, I’m sorry.”

He could hear the concern in her voice, “What happened?!”

“We were just playing football and he twisted his ankle. We’re at A&E. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m on my way.”

They’re waiting for the X-rays back by the time Kate sweeps into A&E, pulling back the curtain around the bed where Neddy’s propped up with a carton of juice, holding Anthony’s hand whose fighting back tears.

“Amma!”

“Neddy, are you okay Baby?”

“My foot hurts.” He said as Kate kissed his face, breathing a sigh of relief. “But I have juice! And the lady said she was bringing me cake.”

Kate smiled turning to Anthony. “Broken ankle?”

His voice felt strained, “They don’t know yet. They think probably just a sprain. I’m so sorry, I should have been more careful. I’m sorry, I can do better-”

Kate’s hand was firm on his arm, “Anthony, it’s fine. He was running and he hurt his ankle. I’m not upset with you. This wasn’t your fault. It could have happened when I had him and would you blame me?”

“No, but-”

“But nothing.” She turned back to Neddy, “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Yeah!” Neddy squeaked, “He did such a big kick! It was cool!”

“See.” She squeezed his arm again, “He’s fine. You’re cool.”

#surprise neddy au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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archangeldyke-all · 6 months ago

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ok hear me out. reader baked 🍃 infused brownies or whatever & forgot to tell sevika they’re infused, so one morning sev eats a few and is belligerently high for the rest of the day. like, she cant do any work because she’s so fucked up…reader comes home to sevika stoned as hell & realizes what she’s done💀 lolol

LMAOOOOOOO gonna make this ceo sev because i miss her i feel like we haven't heard from her in a while

men and minors dni

you've been out of the office all day.

about once a month, sevika and the leads of each department will assemble a list for you-- things that they need or need to get done that have no in-office solution. usually it's small things. new mouse pads, fertilizer for the plants around the office, coffee filters and snacks for the break room: stuff like that.

then, you just spend the day shopping and doing little errands.

which is what you're doing right now. you just got the wheels on jimena's office chair tightened-- she'd been rolling all over her cubicle these past few week-- and now you're on your way to grab a quick lunch before you head to the grocery store and stock up on the office's favorite snacks.

your phone rings as you pull out of the parking lot. you quickly answer, putting it on speaker.

"hello?"

"hey it's raphael." raphael says over the phone. they sound... worried. you've never heard raphael worried before.

"what's up?"

"uh..." they trail off. "how long 'til you get back to the office?" they ask.

"two or three hours, why?" you ask.

"sevika's..." they trail off. your stomach sinks, and you pull over and park your car.

"sevika's what? is she okay?" you ask, your heart hammering in your chest.

"she's fine! she's fine, don't worry." raphael assures. "she's just... i dunno."

"you don't know?" you ask. "is she sick? or...?"

"here, lemme just put her on the phone for you." raphael says.

there's some shuffling, and then sevika's voice. "baby?" she sounds fine. a little sleepy. your panic subsides, but your confusion picks back up. you check your mirrors then pull a u-turn, heading back to the office.

"hi honey, what's goin' on?" you ask.

sevika bursts into giggles, and despite your confusion and worry, a small smile breaks out on your lips at the sound. "i'm good!" she laughs. "i dunno why raph's all worried but 'm allllll good baby." she laughs.

you snort, shaking your head. "put 'em back on the phone for me, love."

"mmmm... no." she giggles. "i wanna talk to you."

you burst into laughter. "sev, i'm almost back at the office!" you giggle. "give raph their phone back baby, and then i'll call you on yours 'til i'm there."

sevika huffs, but then there's some shuffling, and raphael's voice comes back on.

"hey."

"did she go out for lunch?" you ask.

"no, she was here the whole day." they say.

"alright, just give her some water. i'll be back in five minutes."

you have a sneaking suspicion you know what's happening, but you can't be sure until you get there.

ten minutes later, you wheel jimena her fixed chair, then run toward sevika's office.

you slip in, and she snaps awake from where she's sprawled across the couch.

her eyes are pink and barely open, her smile is unfaltering, and she jumps out of the couch to scoop you up into a big hug, burying her face in your throat and inhaling deeply. you burst into laughter.

"hi, sev." you greet.

she hums. "babyyy."

"how're you feelin' love?" you ask. sevika bursts into another round of giggles.

"so fuckin' good. i dunno wha's happenin' to me, but i love it." she laughs.

you giggle, still a little concerned for your clearly out of it girlfriend, but your suspicion grows stronger by the second.

"what did you have to eat today?" you ask.

sevika's tries her very best to not look guilty, but in her current state you can read her like a book. "y'know. some chips. handful of trail mix. shared a burrito with seamus for lunch." she shrugs.

"and?" you ask.

sevika's eyes dart away from yours and she ducks her head. "one of those brownies you made last night."

"those were off limits, sev!" you cackle, all your suspicions confirmed. "how many did you have?"

"i dunno! just one!" she lies. you glare at her and she groans. "okay, like three." she mumbles.

you burst into laughter and pull your wife in for a hug. she hums happily, easily forgetting the trouble she's in now that she's wrapped in your warm arms.

"sev, baby, those were pot brownies silco's birthday party this weekend!" you inform her.

sevika bursts into laughter. "oh, shit!" she exclaims.

you laugh along with her. "they didn't taste off to you?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"i was focused on the all chocolate, babe, i wasn't really worried about much else."

well, you did doubled the chocolate chips in the brownies to cover the funky taste, you suppose this is what you get.

sevika starts pressing kisses up your neck, and you giggle, pulling her back by her half pony. "let's get you home before brownie number three kicks in, huh?" you ask.

she giggles. "will you eat a brownie and get high with me?" she asks.

you shrug, knowing that sevika will likely fall asleep in the car ride home. "sure babe." you say, dragging her out of the office.

she falls asleep the second you guys get home. you fill up a big water bottle for her, leaving it and a big bag of chips on her bedside table if she wakes up with cottonmouth and munchies.

you kiss her forehead then sneak out of the bedroom to call raphael.

"is she okay?" they ask as a greeting.

you burst into laughter. "she accidentally ate some pot brownies for breakfast." you explain.

raphael bursts into laughter. "that explains so much." they giggle. "she basically stole half of seamus' burrito at lunch today, staring at it with these big eyes, drooling and licking her lips while he ate. when he offered half to her-- she didn't even let him finish he sentence before snatching half out of his hand and running back to her office! i've never seen her so giggly before!" raph continues to cackle.

you shake your head fondly, and make a mental note to buy seamus lunch on monday.

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buckysgrace · 6 months ago

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Yellow Daises

Steve Harrington x fem!reader lil blurb CW: Blowjobs, some spitting

Steve’s picnic date falls through.

He had tried so hard. His frustration was high, his nerves shot as each thing slowly but surely fell apart.

The chocolate strawberries he’d spent so long on had sweated away; the chocolate melting into soup and leaving the berries soggy. The top piece of bread to your sandwich had blown off with the wind, then a cricket had jumped onto the main part of it. You had laughed and squealed about it, but he could feel his confidence failing.

The breaking point had been the bag of chips that just wouldn’t open, until they did. Covering both of you and the blanket with chips and crumbs as the bag crumpled lazily on his tight grip.

“Fuck,” He spit out in frustration, trying to figure out why he was being punished for this dare going so wrong. His first one in a long time and he had fucked it up, “I’m sorry.”

“Steve, it’s okay,” You said with a laugh, “It’s not your fault. Is the blanket clean?” You asked as you drifted your fingers across the plaid design. He sighed.

“Yeah,” He mumbled in defeat as he shrugged his shoulders, “I got it yesterday.” He admitted, but left out the part where he had taken a long time to wash, dry and iron it. It was silly.

You shrugged your shoulders as you reached for a chip near your knee, plopping it into your mouth and chewing it with a loud crunch. He watched you in fascination.

“Do you have any spoons?” You questioned next as you turned to face him, “Or a straw?” You hummed as you looked at the bowl that held his soupy strawberries.

“You don’t have to eat that,” He replied as he gently took the container from your hands, “I’m sorry this royally sucks.”

“I didn’t agree to date you for the incredible food,” You grinned as you looked at him, “Although, you do have some talent scooping those cones.”

“It’s all in the wrist.” He smiled back, feeling a little bit better as he twisted his hands around for extra effect. You laughed at his motions, making his stomach flutter at the sound. It was the prettiest thing he'd ever heard.

You scooted a little closer to him, your legs sliding over his as a playful grin lingered on your lips. You drifted your fingers across the hem of his shirt, leaving his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest as you tugged on it. He could feel his blood rushing down his body, leaving him gulping hard at the awkward position he was in now.

"I really appreciate you doing all of this," You added softly, fingers moving to his belt as he continued to struggle to breathe. You were so close to his cock that he could feel himself beginning to ache, shivering underneath your touch, "S'nice." You added sweetly, biting down on your bottom lip as his belt fell loose.

"You don't have to," He replied quickly, tongue flicking out for a second as he watched you shift between his legs. You flattened yourself out, laying on your stomach before you stalled at the zipper of his jeans, "Unless you really want to." He added a second later, face flushed at the way your hand brushed over his growing bulge.

"I really do," You teased, smiling sweetly as you lightly kicked your feet in the air, "As a thank you for all your hard work." You nodded your head, laughing softly as you freed his hard cock from the restraints of his pants.

He exhaled harshly, watching the way your eyes gleamed with lust as you savored the look of him. You wiggled a little closer to him, fingers lightly brushing against the girth of his cock while you delivered a fat kiss against the tip of his dick.

He hissed at the contact, cock throbbing underneath your soft touch as you continued to press gentle kisses along his leaking tip. Your eyes latched to him, staring intensely as you began to roll your tongue out across his pink skin.

"Fuck," He exhaled harshly, stomach fluttering in pleasure as he fell back to his elbows. You wrapped a hand around his girth, giving his base a soft squeeze before you curved your motions along the length of his dick, "Feels really good." He spit out, a whimper falling free as you repeated the motions.

"You look so pretty, Stevie," You whispered softly, licking away his precum as he jerked his hips forward to meet the way your hand fell to his base again, "Wanna make you feel good." You added, making his eyes flutter again as your warm words settled over him.

His mind felt hazy as you rolled your tongue across his tip once again, your saliva drooling down the length of his cock as he throbbed in your hands. Your breath was a little cool as you slid the head of his cock past your lips, forcing your jaw to relax as you slowly slid him into your mouth.

His fingertips twitched against the blanket, his body trembling underneath you as one of your palms fell flat against his hip. You held him in place, squeezing his balls with your other hand as his cock slid deeper inside of your mouth.

You could only stuff about half of his dick inside of your mouth before you were gagging, eyebrows furrowing together and eye lashes fluttering as you blinked away tears. Drool pooled from the corner of your lips, coating his cock in your spit as you messily dragged your hand up and down in the same rhythm as your mouth.

He pressed his hips up, his heavy cock hitting the back of your throat as you began to gag all over again. You moaned along his dick, sounds muffled as he admired the way your lips stretched around his thick girth.

He hissed at the feeling of your tongue dragging along his throbbing skin, soothing the growing ache as you began to move your mouth faster along the curve of his cock.

"Oh God," He groaned from deep within his chest, moans rushing from his tongue as he felt the burning pleasure growing through his body. He huffed, his hips moving without his command as you tried to press down on his body once again, "Fuck, fuck!" He cursed, feeling the awe rush over him.

You squeezed at his balls, rubbing the drool across his skin as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat with each thrust. He felt his lips part further, his eyes shut as his head fell back as the feeling of you swallowing around his cock sent him over the edge.

His ass left the blanket as he pressed himself deep inside of your mouth, sending you gagging even harder as you tightly gripped a hold of his hips. You held onto him as the waves of pleasure crashed inside of him, snapping as his came down your throat.

The sun was hot against his skin as he fell back into the blanket in a huff, his arm resting over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel his heart racing, his pulse vibrating against his bones as you slowly pulled away.

He could feel the mess of saliva and cum on his cock before he saw just a quick glimpse of it, his mind still hazy as you slowly crawled over his body.

He moved his hands to your hips, brown eyes wide as he stared up at the way you blocked out the sun from his eyes. He licked his bottom lip, knitting his eyebrows together as you slowly pressed his lips apart.

And then you spit. A thick mixture of drool and cum landing on his teeth and tongue as he stared in disbelief. He felt like he should recoil, but all he felt was a sense of electricity thrumming through his body.

You watched, tilting your head expectantly before he pressed his lips together and swallowed roughly. It tasted odd, but the satisfied smirk on your lips was enough to make him want to do it again and again.

"Good boy." You cooed as you rubbed at his cheek, making his skin warm underneath your touch. He was hooked.

#steve harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x Y/N #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve harrington blurb #Steve Harrington imagine #Steve Harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington x reader smut

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in1-nutshell · 9 months ago

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Bulkhead's daughter with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy was a sparkling that would usually come around the construction sites to play around or look around for scraps.

Like Bulkhead, there were many bots that did have an optic out for the little one especially with the heavy machinery around.

He was not particularly fond of the kid being around.

Not because he didn’t like them, on the contrary.

He was quite fond of the kid.

She was a little genius and a nice bot.

Sure, they were a bit cold at first, but she was just a bit of a shy bot.

“Have you met Buddy?”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead shows Buddy to one of the new recruits,

Buddy just stares right into their optics.

“D-does she do that all the time? She looks like she’s going to rip my helm off.”—Random bot

“Buddy wouldn’t do that. She’s just a bit shy. Isn’t that right Buddy?”--Bulkhead

Buddy stares harder at the bot.

“…”—Random bot

“…Anyways, here is where the heavy machinery is placed.”--Bulkhead

When the team had to use some of the older equipment, she made sure to look at it before everyone else did, deeming which ones were safer to use than others.

How did she manage to sneak into the equipment shed before they did?

No one knows and she isn’t telling.

The kid slowly opens to the others.

But she never opened up about her living status or where were her guardians, they just knew they were never at home.

Bulkhead promised himself to look after the kid a bit more after that.

“Hey Buddy, did you fuel yet?”--Bulkhead

“Not yet, I still have to finish repairing Breakdown’s hammer, the blasted thing got cracked again… stinking Senate and their refusal for getting better equipment…”--Buddy

Bulkhead puts a servo on her shoulder.

“Let’s take a break. We refuel, maybe a walk around the site and then we come back to the hammer. I’m sure Breakdown wouldn’t mind.”--Bulkhead

Buddy looks at the hammer then at Bulkhead.

She abruptly stands up and grabs Bulkhead’s servo marching the fueling station.

Bulkhead just smiles and goes along with it.

The war breaks out soon thereafter.

Everything goes too fast for Bulkhead.

One minute he was waving bye to Buddy, the next he found himself an Autobot with the Wrecker��s.

He did his best to try and get in contact with Buddy, but he got no response.

Bulkhead doesn’t even know if she was even on the same side as him.

Breakdown running up to Bulkhead.

“Breakdown?”--Bulkhead

“You’re gonna want to see this.”--Breakdown

Both mech walk into the main room where Wheeljack was about to present someone to the rest of the Wrecker’s.

“This is our new equipment and weapons assistant of mine, Buddy.”--Wheeljack

Buddy looks around the group of taller bots until she spots Bulkhead and Breakdown.

“Bulkhead? Breakdown?”--Buddy

She fast walks to them both and hugs them.

Breakdown doesn’t get much of that first hug because Bulkhead practically scooped her up burying her in his arms.

Did her new position in the unit make Bulkhead worry?

Yes. Yes, it did.

But at the same time knew that Buddy wasn’t going to be seeing much action.

Buddy stayed mostly to herself in the workshop.

If she did go outside, she was mainly with Bulkhead, Breakdown and Wheeljack.

On the battle field…

“We need reinforcements!”--Breakdown

“We are the reinforcements!”--Wheeljack

“But we won’t last long with all this heavy fire—”--Bulkhead

The group sees a bunch of Con’s dropping at a fast rate.

The shots seemed to be coming from the bot’s side.

Wheeljack takes out some scanner and looks around.

“Did we have a sniper on the team? I don’t remember that…”--Breakdown

“Me neither.”--Bulkhead

Wheeljack’s optics widen with a smirk on his face.

“The kids really got some skills she needs to tell us.”--Wheeljack

Bulkhead turns around.

“You don’t mean—”--Bulkhead

“Look for yourselves.”--Wheeljack

Bulkhead and Breakdown take out their scanners and look where Wheeljack was looking at.

Sure enough, in a small nook, high above the ground was Buddy firing a rifle, taking out more Cons in the process.

“I don’t know how to feel about this right now…”--Bulkhead

“I do. Way to go kiddo!”—Breakdown

When Breakdown had defected, it was the same day Buddy heard that she would be moving to another department.

She didn’t want to leave everyone.

Especially Bulkhead, who had become her second father.

Bulkhead still remembered the night before she had to leave filled with tears finally getting out after a long façade of everything being okay.

Bulkhead made sure that he and Wheeljack were there to wave Buddy off.

Buddy giving her final good-bye.

“I’ll contact you guys as soon as I reach the other base.”--Buddy

“You better.”--Bulkhead

“Take care kiddo.”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack pats Buddy’s helm affectionately.

Buddy squeezes Bulkhead’s servo one more time before letting go and walking to the shuttle.

She turns around and gives one last wave.

The two Wrecker’s wave back sadly as the door shut.

The ship was off.

Wheeljack pats Bulkhead on the back.

“She’ll be fine Bulk. Buddy’s a smart one.”--Wheeljack

“Yeah… I’m gonna miss her though.”--Bulkhead

“Same Bulk, same…”--Wheeljack

A couple days later Bulkhead got a message saying that Buddy’s ship had been in the crossfires of enemy fire.

No survivors.

It tore the two Wrecker’s sparks hearing the news.

Bulkhead smashed so many things that afternoon…

Wheeljack couldn’t bear to look at Buddy’s spot in the workshop for the longest time.

Breakdown heard about the news the last time he was in combat with Bulkhead.

He had never seen the bot with so much hatred in his optics.

He yelled at him about what happened to Buddy, as if it was his fault.

Knockout remembers the somber face Breakdown had when he came back.

Meanwhile…

Buddy is not dead.

She managed to get into an escape pod before everything went Boom!

The pod landed on Earth.

There she was found by a small family.

The Fowlers.

The family decided to hide the poor scared bot and welcomed her into their family.

It was a rough adjustment, but they made it work.

Buddy in her alt mode in the garage.

The door opens.

“Mrs. Fowler? Mr. Fowler? William? What seems to be the trouble?”--Buddy

Mrs. Fowler has a bunch of blankets in her arms, Mr. Fowler has some small white machine in one arm and a sheet in the other, little William has a bowl full of popcorn and candy.

“Buddy, please, it’s Ma and Pa.”--Ma

“Okay, Ma? Pa? William? What is all this? Do you need a ride somewhere? Is there a playdate I wasn’t aware of?”--Buddy

Pa motions Buddy to move a bit.

She does move a bit to the side of the garage.

“William told us you’ve been a bit homesick lately. Missing your friends and family.”--Pa

“…Yes, just a bit…”--Buddy

“So, we decided to help that a bit.”--Ma

“How?”--Buddy

“Movie night!”--William

“Movie night? Here?”--Buddy

“You’re family to us Buddy, I think it’s about high time you join in on some of our human traditions, as a family.”--Ma

Silence…

“Buddy?”--William

“Sorry… If I was not in my alt mode right now, you’d see me crying and hugging you all.”--Buddy

William sets his popcorn and rushes to hug Buddy’s hood.

It feels warm.

The parents walk over and gently pat the alt mode.

Ma drapes a spare blanket on Buddy while the others grab their own blankets and wait for the projector to start.

Buddy made sure to protect the family with her spark.

She grew especially fond of the little boy, William.

William steps out of the house and into the garage where Buddy was in.

“William?”--Buddy

He just sits on the ground next to Buddy’s alt mode with his legs pulled close to his chest.

“…Do you want to talk about it?”--Buddy

William shakes his head.

“…You want to go out?”--Buddy

“But Ma said—”--William

“I’ll deal with Ma when she comes home with Pa. Right now, its you who I’m worried about.”--Buddy

Buddy pops the door open.

“What do you say, ‘special agent Fowler’?”--Buddy

The boy smiles a bit, wiping his tears and crawling into the back seat.

“Have I mentioned you’re the best sis ever?”--William

Buddy chuckles a bit getting ready to head out.

“Haven’t heard that too often, though I wouldn’t mind hearing it more.”--Buddy

Both laugh as they head outside the garage.

Years later…

“I guess I was right about that ‘Special Agent’ thing, huh? How are we going to celebrate today? Ice cream? Donuts? What about that Apple Pie you said you were craving earlier?”--Buddy

Fowler smiles a bit inside Buddy’s alt mode.

Buddy ended up becoming his vehicle throughout the years until eventually joining him in his workplace.

It was quite the story to tell.

Buddy was the one to suggest the silo as her new permeant place instead of the garage.

She started immediately making the place feel less hollow.

Working on devices that would help her try and contact her team as well as traps for any Decepticon dumb enough to land on Earth.

She had been at the ends of finishing a prototype for a groundbrigde when one of her receptors went off.

She quickly answered it hoping for someone she knew.

It was Optimus Prime himself.

She nearly leaped for joy hearing her leader on the other end.

When the team arrived, she nearly passed out seeing that Bulkhead was amongst them.

She held her composure welcoming them to Earth.

“Welcome everyone to—OOF!”--Buddy

Bulkhead had raced past everyone to hug Buddy nearly weeping in the process.

Buddy hugged back.

“Are we missing something?”--Ratchet

“That’s something I’d like to know too.”--Fowler

“What’s that?”--Ratchet

Much explaining to do.

Buddy was pretty much the human to bot relation expert having more years on the planet under her belt than they did.

The team is surprised at how a cold and calculated bot was someone Bulkhead considered a daughter.

But after a bit of time, they did see the dynamic and in a way it was nice to see.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp bulkhead x platonic reader

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speedycoffeedelight · 2 months ago

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-27: Meeting the king of hell

Masterlist

Summery:Where you welcome the king of hell in your chaotic group and melody reveals something important

You held the bird that you were sure was Lucifer, close to your chest as you started walking inside the cabin with Husk and Niffty following behind. Niffty's tail was wagging in excitement and Husk just looked as concerned as you were.

Charlie was about to greet you but stopped once she saw the look on your face. " (Y/n)....? What're you holding?"

" Lucifer...."

" Luci...what?!"

She quickly rushed up to you and carefully picked up her dad. Husk showed her the tiny hat and cane that fell as well. You went to look for something you can lie him down in. You picked up a shoe box and filled it with one of the sofa cushions from your sofa. It overflowed a bit and the box looked like it might burst open but it was this or nothing. With this, you headed back to the kitchen.

"....fell from the sky and (Y/n) jumped to save him "

Looks like they were talking about when you saved him. It was odd though. Why did he fall from the sky? Up until now, all the others emerged from the ground inside a pentagram. His case was the only different one. Perhaps there was something unique about the fall of Lucifer. Hah, the irony....

Charlie soon placed unconscious Lucifer on top of the cushion and you gently checked if anything was broken. Not that you were an animal expert of anything but everything seemed fine. He was just knocked out.

" My my, what a commotion we have over here! What are you lot gathering together for?"

Alastor's voice boomed from behind as he stood behind you all and leaned down. He was much of significantly taller then all of you so it was easy for him to catch the sight of the cockatiel. " So we have a another guest perhaps?" His ears flicked. Another nosy little sinner.

Lucifer's eyes slowly began to pry open. It almost felt like his head was about to burst out from the headache. Almost like someone hammered his head a hundred times.

" Ahh what happened?"

All you heard was a chirp. But Charlie and others understood him and Charlie quickly scooped him up and hugged the box. Lucifer was startled for a bit looking at all these ... giants? Wait, was that a human girl? Why are they all so big? What happened with him? He tried to move his arms and legs.

His wings started flapping and when he extended his leg, his bird claw came into view. Perhaps he turned to his bird form while he was knocked out. He tried to magic back into his normal form but was unable to. He shook his hand in frustration before looking up at Charlie. He realized just how close she looked to his daughter. He wondered if it could be...

" Charlie.....?"

" Dad! Dad you're okay!" Charlie's excited voice rang throughout the room. ' Dad?!?' Alastor eye brows widened. This blasted thing was the no-good father of Charlie's? Lucifer fell down to earth??

" Charlie!" There was no doubt about it. This was his daughter. He quickly jumped up to hug her. Oh he was so so relieved. His baby girl was safe and in one piece. He doesn't know what he would have done if something happened to her. Tears filled his eyes before he knew what was happening. Charlie started to cry as well seeing her father cry. Now both the father and daughter was crying together.

You , Husk and others who soon gathered listening to the commotion watched it with a soft look. It was really touching. Everyone except Alastor who just had a scowl on his face.

" Charlie! What happened to you? Where are we? What's going on?!"

He asked a lot of things at once. Charlie felt herself sweatdrop looking at her dad as she placed him down again. " Calm down dad, I'll tell you everything."

So that's how you all found yourselves sitting around the soft with Lucifer standing on the dining table wearing his little hat and the cane in one of his legs being told everything from the scratch. The more he heard, the more bewildered he got. And he glanced towards you couple of times. It felt like she was leaving something out though purposely but he couldn't put his finger or claw in it.

" (Y/n) was it? Thanks for looking after my girl. You have my thanks. "

You didn't understand anything by chirps as you saw him suddenly bow at you after putting down his cane. You looked at Charlie helplessly to translate. Charlie understood quickly. " Owh, uh, dad thanked you for looking after me." Your face brightened up hearing that. You bowed yourself a little while sitting. " I consider myself lucky for being able to spend time with your daughter " Charlie felt herself flush hearing that. You were being too polite.

" Well let me see if I can use my powers. I'm the devil after all. There's very little that can confine me." He said smugly as he furrowed his eyebrows and commanded his body to transform that into a human's like theirs. Nothing happened, just silence followed. " H-hold on a second..maybe if I just...eughhh" He tried a second time with no results yet again. "It's impossible! How could a mere book seal all my powers?!? Where's my cane??"

Alastor snickered looking away. Niffty was looking at him with her tail wagging. She was trying really hard from pouncing on the bird even though her dog instinct told so. Lucifer was a bit unnerved with her and just stood away.

As soon as Lucifer was graced with his cane again that he put dowm, he felt a bit of his power surging through him. It wasn't much, but it was enough to transform into... something at least. For some reason, no matter how many times he tried to appear as a human it didn't work. It felt like that form was locked behind a barrier. He finally gave up and thought of something else he could transform to. His favourite, a duck.

Golden light surrounded his tiny form as Alastor's snickering finally stopped. All of them wondered if it was truly happening. As the light subsided they found Lucifer to be....a duck?!?

" Ta-da! I can't turn human for some reason but I can turn into other animals it seems ~" Lucifer said spreading his wings making feathers fly around. With a another burst of light he turned into a snake and coiled around Alastor with a grin. "Pretty cool, right~?"

Alastor felt a chill go through his spine for so blatantly being touched by this cursed man. He was about to yank Lucifer off form himself before he slithered his over to Charlie and booped his face on her cheek making her giggle.

You couldn't help but chuckle looking at all that. You couldn't hear what he was actually saying but it was still funny to see their shenanigans. It was like cartoon came to life.

" Let me try something else!" He swished around the cane once more. Nothing seemed to have happened.

" Hello hello, testing! Can you understand me now (Y/n)?"

You looked at him with your eyes widening. You could understand him! But he was still a snake..how..how did you understand him? This was a miracle. "Yes,yes I do!" You replied in awe.

"Aha! So my magic still works here, as usual. I just can't find how to turn into a human...oh well, I will figure something out eventually. I'm using my magic to talk into your head directly." He was confident in his abilities. Why wouldn't he be? He was the literal devil. There's very small things that can stop him. He came from the a cartoon in the first place right? Was he even real..what was going on.. travelling between realms, dimensions and worlds..and those last lines in that book. Wait right, the book fell with him.

" Did you guys see any book nearby that fell? It was like this tall with this width.." Lucifer showed with his snake head and tail how big it was. It clicked in everyone's head which book he was talking about. " You mean the one then sent us here right?" Charlie piped in. " The glowing yellow book.." Alastor spoke in venom in his tone. "Yes that's the one! Did you see it!"

Niffty, Husk and you all looked at each other and shook your head. " No, not really. Only you, your hat and your cane." You pointed at all those things. "You mean to say... " "This is bad! The book fell with me. If it falls in the wrong hands.."

" Oh? What's this?"

A gloved hand came out and picked up a certain golden plated book. A moth came and flew in top of the books cover. It couldn't see things that well without being up close.

"Wait~ I remember this book. This is the fucking shit that got us into this mess!!"

The moth squeaked angrily. A grin spread across the person's face. They lowered the book down where a doll of a dog awaited them. "Velvette, tell me, is this the one you two told me about earlier? " The doll bent her knees to look at it and scoffed while nodding " Yeah, that's it. That motherfucking thing brought us here. "

The hooded person chuckled gathering the book in their arms. " The hunt can wait for today. We got ourselves a book to read"

" You mean that fucking book is here? And is lost?" Charlie was began to hypervent. " That, that book is our only hope for getting out of this mess!" She grabbed your shoulder and screamed. "We've got to find it!!" Charlie was desperate, she was the one who got them into this mess. Finally, after this long time they had the chance to get out. And she was going to take it.

" Charlie dear calm down. Of course we're going to find it" Alastor placed a hand on Charlie shoulder while looking at her softly. It earned a scowl from Lucifer's face which Alastor relished in. " You father may have lost the book, but I assure you, I will succeed in finding it for you"

The hope in her eyes were slowly but surely returning looking back at him. She was unaware of what's going on, but the rest of you quickly understood. The king flew over to Charlie's shoulder as a bird and nipped at his hand to make him let go." Ouch what the-" " Charlie, darling, I can transform into any animals, I'm pretty sure I'll be more useful then this four eyes over here"

" Excuse me??"

" Oh you heard me~"

" We're going to go search for it together!" You quickly interjected between them. You weren't letting another musical break through while you stayed in a corner awkwardly. " But we're going out later together! When Vaggie and others return." You were able to calm down the situation somewhat. Husk was pretty impressed with your ability to dissect a situation and deal with it.

Later Charlie went with Lucifer to show him the episodes. Lucifer almost had a panic attack when he realized all his nervousness was shown in the TV. He turned into his snake form to hiss at Valentino when he saw how he licked Charlie. He swore he will tear Val from limb to limb if he ever got his hands on that guy. A smirk graced his lips when he heard that bell-hop was under a contract. Finally, something to piss him off with.

As the day went by, Vaggie, Pentious and others also arrived. Lucifer congratulated Vaggie with a hug and told her how happy he was for her to be included to the family. There was also an iconic moment when Lucifer said " oh so you're a fallen angel right? Me too! We have so much in common! I can tell you all about falling hahaha..." Safe to say he was a nervous wreck.

Melody was nervous meeting Lucifer. Like this was the man from the bible. Cartoon or not, he was real now. Next came the problem of sleeping. You and Melody finally went to the basement to check it out. You got spooked everytime you heard a strange noise. "That's it, I'm buying cleaning supplies tomorrow!" Niffty was more than happy to help. Everyone was far too tired so searching was on hold.

The next day rolled by. You gave Lucifer your bed saying it's the least you could do to show respect to someone of his calibre. Lucifer was flustered, he understood you guys situation was well so he didn't want to overstep but you insisted. He wasn't able to argue against you so he just stayed quiet.

In the afternoon while you were busy carrying the box's outside of the basement, you heard some quacks coming from around the lake. You dropped the heavy box in your hands gently on the ground and walked over to find Lucifer, as a duck, swimming happily in the tiny lake you had.

Rest was due by that time, you had been working from the morning after all. You sat on the side to watch him. Lucifer didn't even notice you.

Lucifer knew this was a bad time and he had to find a way to...get back to his realm to rule those sinners. He sighed looking upwards at the sky. He had rules and duties to those awful god forsaken people. Any time Lucifer was able to come to earth is when someone summoned him for their personal gain and he had to leave almost immediately. But right now, he didn't have to worry about work, worry about his kingdom. It can all go to hell.

And the fact that he was supposed to be... cartoon character. Lucifer half wondered if it was another cruel trick played by god to him. He always did get short end of the stick. So yeah! Maybe now god decided to tell him, 'hey, your whole life was a joke that we made to entertain humans!' he wouldn't honestly be surprised. Whatever happens, he just needs to see Charlie happy, that's all.

Another thought came into his mind. About (Y/n). That was a nice girl. She's probably going to end up in heaven if she hasn't done something wrong. Well, if she does end up in hell, he'll make sure to give her the royal treatment for taking care of him and his daughter. Not to mention, she was kind of ho.....

The duck made an eye contact with you. You waved at Lucifer and flashed him a smile.

Lucifer was at awe in your form. You wore a sleeveless black top which showed a fair amount of your arm's muscles alongside a short which ended just above your knees. Your hair was tied up which was now a mess. Your body was drenched in sweat as you waved at him and wiped the sweat of your forehead. A quack left his mouth as he quickly submerged his head into the water. Why did he found you so attractive?? Was it because of your build? You looked like you could easily manhandle him and carry him around.

You chuckled while looking at him at what you assumed he was playing around. 'welp, enough resting ' you stood up with a huff cleaning out dust from your clothes as you headed down again. There was still a lot of things that had to be done before evening.

After cleaning around the area, you found there was another washroom and kitchen there. Although they looked in less then usable condition. You felt like throwing up just looking at the state of the toilet. Odd stench's were coming from the room. But Niffty seemed excited to then ever at the good challenge. 'I guess it's a blessing to have her around '

You were all worned out by evening. Here you thought that taking days off from work would give you more time to relax. You sunk into the bathtub as the warm water soaked your body and helped you relax your muscles after a day's hard work.

' ahhh~ I feel so much more refreshed now..' you walked out while drying your hair with a towel. You found Pentious, Melody, Lucifer, Charlie and Husk was far too engrossed in playing Uno in your dining table. Things were getting pretty heated.

" Alastor you fucking told Charlie my cards! I fucking saw your mouth move!" He immediately looked at Charlie. "Don't worry ducky, I'm not mad at you."

" I have no idea whatever you are talking about ~ I'm not even playing the game~"

" Oh you bastard -"

" Husk stop adding cards in my deck!!"

" Sorry kiddo, I can't go easy on you just cause your (Y/n)'s cousin."

" Come on, please???"

"Um...u-uno?"

Every players eyes immediately turned to Pentious who only had one card left. Pentious shirked in fear under their hot gaze. Immediately everyone's fighting stopped as they began planning on sabotaging Pentious's winning together. You and Vaggie looked at each other and sighed, ready to break any fight if it occurred.

The game ended in midnight with Charlie sulking in a corner, Lucifer screeching in his cockatiel form, Melody enraged and Pentious looking at everyone scared. Husk had won. He really was good at playing cards.

Admist the chaos, Melody suddenly remembered something. " (Y/n), I totally forgot to tell you about something" you and several others looked at her wondering what it could be. " So I overheard my mom talking with yours the other day before coming here. They're apparently planning to hold a party on your upcoming birthday soon at your dad's place " you rolled your eyes, the last thing you needed in your life was going back to that wretched place.

" Also they're planning on holding your engagement ceremony in the party "

You spew out the water you were drinking at Husk's face.

A.N: Writing Lucifer is much more difficult then I expected lol. I hope I'm doing the guy some justice.

Again, sorry for taking so long to post these, college is kicking my ass..

Also buckle up guys. We're in for a wild ride from now on. Resting days are over.

Stay tuned (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠-⁠☆

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #charlie x reader #vaggie x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader #Pentious x reader #cherri bomb x reader #vox x reader #lucifer x reader #huamn Alastor #human Charlie #human vaggie #human husk #human vox #human angel dust #human cheeri bomb

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vigolicious · 2 months ago

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helaena targaryen x g!p sister reader with a little bit of alicent x g!p reader at the end

warning: targincest.

y/n pov:

i woke up because of the sunlight shining at my face, and i felt a body cuddling closer to my body. I opened my eyes and i saw helaena, pressing her face in my neck, her hair slighty messy but nonetheless she looks beautiful. Her body is covered in my sheets and she's on top of me, but i felt that my cock is inside her, then i thrust upwards gently then pull my cock out of her sweet pussy.

i got up, making sure not to wake her up then laid her on her back, then i positioned my face between her legs, sniffs her pussy, opened it to see the pink color and saw my seed leaking out of her flower. I fingered her with my index finger then scooped up my seed then tasted it, opened my mouth then dragged my tounge at her clit to tease her while fingering her, then i put my tounge in her pussy to taste our combined seeds. I felt my cock getting hard so i tongue fucking her then positioned my tip at her entrance.

I spit a little bit of saliva at my tip to lubricate it then played her clit with my tip, i then kissed her to wake her up, she kissed back while moaning and letting her hands roam at my silver locks, we stopped kissing because of air then she looked at me while biting her bottom lip, i put my thumb in her mouth to stop her from bruising her lip then i kissed her forehead, and pushed my tip inside her. She gasped then kissed me, i kissed her back then i pulled and push all my cock in her once then fuck her slow and hard, like hammering her pussy with all my might.

She is full on crying and moaning because of the pleasure and i kissed her to conceal her cries because every one is awake now. I was so busy fucking her that i didn't know that someone is entering my room, that someone is our mother, queen alicent hightower. I was busy giving helaena her climax when i heard a scream behind me, i turned around then i saw my mother standing there gaping at the sight, i was gonna stop but when i looked at helaena, her face being half asleep and filled with pleasure, i continued to fuck her, "AHH sister don't stop im cumming!" She moaned while i was still looking at our mother, she was looking at our conjoined sexes then i looked at helaena then i kissed her forehead. I felt a dip beside us, i looked and mother is sitting besides us watching then helaena whimpered and she cummed.

When she is done climaxing she looked at mother and cried " mother " while motioning for mother to come closer, mother approached and hugged her while helaena is naked and my cock is inside her, i pulled my cock out and is standing tall and proud while facing them. "Helaena are you ok?" Mother cooed to helaena, "i'm ok mother just tired" helaena groggily said then fell asleep. Mother turn to me angrily "what have you done to my girl?" She shouted, "just making her mine" i said, then mother came close to slap me but she was slow i caught both her hands then gently pushed her against the wall with her front facing me, mother is tiny compared to me, she is looking at me abit fear in her eyes, holding her hands above her head with one hand the other is holding her face, my cock is standing proud and is red because i haven't cummed yet.

I pushed my tip in her dressed covered pussy slowly grinding it, she gasped looking at me her mouth gaping at me, i smirked then put my thumb in her mouth, "suck mother" mother is proccesing what to do. "Be a good girl and suck it" i said gently demanding her, she procceds to suck my thumb, my other hand holding her arms now in her waist while her arms are wrapped in my neck, she is sucking my thumb for a while in i pulled it away, then pushed her dress skirt upwards and put my cock between her tighs, i then thrushed at her thighs gently, mother gasp my hands on her face now, "you're such a good girl mother" i cooed then proceed to kissed her at her lips gently i pushed tip at her covered pussy hole, she moaned while we were kissing with tounge, pistoned away at her thighs when i felt my self cumming i pulled away then masturbated in front of her then cummed, my hand is full of my seed, i put my seed-filled hand in front of her, "swallow my seed" she swallowed it then cleaned my finger with her toungue "good girl" i said then kissed her.

The someone is knocking at my door, the queen fixed her attire, i just crawled in my bed to cuddle my helaena putting the blanket above our shoulders to conceal what we are doing then closed my eyes to sleep, "my queen, the kingis waiting for you at his chambers" a kingsguard said then i fell asleep.

A/n: been a while, maybe i'll write alicent in the future.

#g!p reader #helaena targaryen x g!p reader #alicent hightower x g!p reader #hotd x reader

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animasolaoriginal · 3 months ago

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I n f a t u a t e d ♦️SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN FIFTEEN◾SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN◾NINETEEN◾TWENTY

When confronted with her unconscious form, he realizes just how much he cares about his perfect girl, but he isn't completely sure yet that's a good thing...

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Praise kink. Free use/power play. Porn watching. Oral sex. Fingering. Butt plugs. Spanking. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 5.4k

SIXTEEN 🟥 SEVENTEEN 🟥 EIGHTEEN

He stares down at her limp form, her arms and legs splayed on the table, boneless, she's almost hanging off the edge if it wasn't for his body blocking her, for his cock still impaling her, holding her in place. He's breathing harder, still recovering from the intense orgasm, and he's only noticed that she's fainted when he has retrieved his hand from her throat. The bruises shine red and purple on her soft skin, a perfect imprint of his fingers, and a sudden cold shiver crashes through him.

His hands are on her, holding her face, carefully, rubbing at her wet cheeks, before he's shaking her gently. “Baby?” he whispers hoarsely. “Baby, wake up!”

She doesn't move, so he leans over her, presses his ear to her nose, waits for that little rattle, the soft warmth against his skin. But his heart is hammering too loud in his head, an unfamiliar panic settling in his guts. He pulls out of her, even ignores the usually savored sight of his cum leaking from her hole, and scoops her up in his arms to carry her to the bed.

Once there, he puts her down, kneels beside her, holds her face, rubs her throat, leans down to rest his head on her chest, listening hard for her heartbeat while cradling her small body. He's exhausted, strangely wary, unusually tense.

He never cared this much about anyone before. Never cared if his whores couldn't take him, surrendered to his brutal treatment, it didn't matter. They were bodies to use, and he used them, no matter what. He's brought many to the edge of death, but never pushed anyone over, they somehow always came back, sometimes with a little help. Always a burden, no reason to panic. He's not a murderer, he's a monster, yes, an abuser, a man who takes what he wants, a man who doesn't care.

But now he cares. About this motionless girl in his arms, his perfect little angel, her pliant body a perfect fit, who takes him so well, who's brought him so much joy. And the simple idea of her being... dead by his hands sends him spiraling into depths he's never been in before. This can't be happening.

He holds her tighter, presses his ear to her bare chest, holds his breath, listens. His own heartbeat is still too loud, so he slips his hand between his head and her limp body, feels for the little thump against his palm. He's too panicked, head spinning, body shuddering from one extreme into the next.

Why can't he hear her fucking heartbeat?

He breathes loudly through his nose, forcing himself to calm down, to focus. Sitting up, he grabs her hand, presses his index and middle finger to her pulse point, so fixated on sensing any sign of life that he doesn't even register the little movement at first. Her fingers twitch.

And he blinks slowly, stares, then turns his head to look at her face. Her eyelids flutter, her lips part, a hoarse little inhale vanishing into her throat. He breaks his stupor a second later, crouches down next to her head, cradles her face, watches her closely as she finally comes to. She blinks lazily, eyes hooded, reddened and bloodshot, but moving, alive.

As soon as she meets his gaze, he leans in and showers her pale cheeks with kisses, humming into her skin, relieved breaths fanning over her jaw. Her small hand finds his back, rubs, holds on, fingertips digging into his muscles.

“Shh, it's okay, you're here, it's alright,” he mumbles, a mantra to convince himself that everything is fine. She watches him in confusion, her nostrils fluttering slightly as she breathes deeply, but quicker the more he hovers over her, sharing his panic and relief with her.

“W-what... h-h-happened?” she stammers, her voice that little croak that pokes at his heart painfully.

He pulls her against him, arms around her slim form, her face pressed to his chest as he rolls her onto her side and into him. “Nothing, it's fine, everything's alright,” he keeps muttering. She stiffens slightly, but then pushes her hand against his stomach, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“Are you alright?” she asks quietly, frowning deeply.

He huffs a surprised laugh. This girl. “Yes, baby, I'm good,” he says and kisses her forehead. She settles against him, humming quietly.

He just holds her for a moment longer, until he's finally calmed down enough to reflect upon what happened. It's not necessarily the fact that he choked her into unconsciousness that deeply troubles him, it's how he's reacted to her near-death. How panicked he's been, worried out of his mind, completely headless. He has never been like this before, never, and he's dealt with so much worse. He's always kept his cool, even with a gun pressed to his forehead and a maniac with a twitchy finger on the trigger.

Then again, he only ever had to worry about his own life. There was no one else, nobody he cared enough about. Everyone was expendable, replaceable. It didn't matter. Sometimes he wasn't even really focused on himself either. He's always lived life to the fullest, balancing on the edge, taking risks, enjoying the moment. Taking what he wanted, used it, disposed of it, moved on.

This girl, however, is not only changing him as a person, making him soft (and at the same time incredibly hard, but that's a different topic), she's changing his ways. He overreacted before when that realization had come to him, when he'd fought it, and he's let his frustration about it out on the person who's responsible for it, but he's past that point, she's doing it, keeps doing it, one soft little breath at a time, changing him, molding him into something else, somebody who's genuinely upset if anything happens to her. Even if he happens to her.

The urge to protect her, keep her safe, isn't new, but it's amplified tenfold now. He wants to guide her, hold her close, make her smile and giggle (also moan and scream and cry, but again, different topic), show her a different life from the miserable one she's led before.

Exhaling loudly, making strands of her hair fly, he cuddles her close, then eventually leans back, looks at her, gathers his frantic thoughts, grounds himself. No matter how much she is changing him, he needs to go back to his roots, to the man he was before her, at least parts of it. He can't lose himself for her, she cannot have this power over him, he won't let her.

She also needs him to be tough and strong and dominating, she has to know her place so he can give her that head-empty-feeling she craves so much. She watches him when he inhales deeply, gives himself one more moment of her soft scent filling his nostrils, then he pushes away and stands up, rolling his shoulders, glaring down at her.

“Come on, let's eat,” he tells her and turns around, knowing she will follow him. Only a few seconds later, her bare feet tap over the wooden floor as she hurries after him. He picks up the sweatpants he's left next to the table and slips into them casually, then throws the shirt back to her which she catches clumsily before pulling it over her head.

He rummages through the kitchen cabinets, then stares into the empty fridge. Seems the crackers he's found earlier were the last edible thing around (apart from the very willing girl standing behind him, but he can't live off her tears and juices for too long). It's been a while since he's retreated into this cabin, usually only uses it for personal downtime. She's the first girl he's brought up here, but he hasn't particularly planned to come here in the first place.

He wanted to take her to a fancy restaurant, a hotel after that, spend the night there in luxury and comfort, really pamper her, but then his wrath has taken over and he just wanted to get away from it all, driving mindlessly, until he's remembered the cabin.

They could eat the peas he got her to cool her welts...

A grunt escapes him as he leans back against the kitchen counter and runs a hand through his hair. She's beside him, looking up at him with big eyes, rubbing at her face. Without thinking, he pulls her towards him and wraps his arms around her small body, her face pressed against his chest. Her hands sneak around his waist, warm and fragile on his skin, a grounding little touch.

“How hungry are you?” he asks hoarsely, tilting his head down to press his lips to the top of her head.

She just hums, but then he can feel and hear the rumble shuddering through her. He thinks back to the beginning of the day. They've had breakfast, he came twice down her throat, he brought her here and gave her crackers... Not your usual or even ideal diet. Sighing deeply, he scolds himself for not feeding her properly.

He's never had to take care of anyone like that before. Sometimes he even forgets to feed himself, how is he supposed to remember to give her actual food? Especially when his mind is always occupied with other thoughts of hunger when she's around. Once they're back home, it'll get better. He made a plan after all. It'll work out.

Today was an unusual day. It started okay, like he's planned, but the visit to Mistress' shop has gone completely different than he's expected. The girl wasn't supposed to be alone with that woman, he was supposed to plug her up, get her adjusted but not as overstimulated as she's been in the end. But he got distracted by that damn phone call, nothing out of the ordinary, luckily, just the usual dealings that require discretion and the right amount of money to solve, though it was still a dent in his perfectly planned day, causing him to leave her alone long enough for Mistress to get her claws into her (quite literally).

For her to tell him he's gone soft (and him fighting that truth), it derailed a lot of things inside his head. Now he has to deal with those consequences, though it feels, despite it all, that his beautiful girl's back on track, back in his arms, bruised and pained, but alive and breathing. Looking at him like she's looked at him at the beginning of their situation. Perfectly submissive. It all went well in the end, more or less, but the lack of food may still be a problem.

He can't believe he didn't keep this cabin stocked, he's usually more organized when it came to his hideouts. Heaving another sigh, he moves one hand to her stomach, giving it a gentle rub and press. She looks up at him, with those pretty eyes, then whispers: “It's okay, I'm not that hungry.”

A smile tugs at his lips as his eyes wander over her face. She's become quite perceptive, seems to be able to read him better. He's about to lean down and kiss her for how uncomplicated she is, when a chime startles him slightly. He leans back up and stares at his watch, then groans. “Well, there's one thing I gotta feed you,” he mutters and lets go of her.

He leaves her in the kitchen while he walks back to the bedroom and rummages through the clothes he's left in a pile in the corner, then finds the flat little box and returns to her, checking the fridge again for some water. When he can't find any, he takes a glass from the cupboard and runs tap water into it. Should be good enough. Definitely better than in the city.

She watches him curiously, frozen to the spot, her head tilted a little. Once he presents the pill to her, she blushes deeply, but grabs it with a shaking hand and puts it on her tongue, eyes on him, and when he hands her the glass of water, she swallows dryly, then takes a big gulp of water. Maybe he should consider a different kind of birth control for her, they might not always have time for a pill taking break.

“Good girl,” he praises and takes the empty glass from her, watching with an amused smirk how she blushes even more and averts her eyes, biting her lip. His hand finds her warm face, and he caresses her jaw gently, marvels at the contrasts of the very visible bruises on her soft skin and the utterly obedient expression in her eyes. She's adapted so well. He's had his share of bratty and disobedient girls and women, so having a girl like her for a change is definitely a nice advancement.

They end up on the couch, him lounging with his feet on the coffee table, her curled up at his side. His hand is on her rear, playing mindlessly with the plug in her ass, while her head rests on his stomach as she munches on the rest of the crackers, her small hand steadily rubbing his length through his sweatpants.

He's watching the news with disinterest, there's nothing he didn't know already, and when the weather comes on, he changes the channel, before he decides to put on something more interesting. After opening the browser and then the website, he scrolls through the various videos, then settles on one that starts with a series of loud moans that echo eerily through the quiet cabin.

The girl flinches against him, her hand closing tighter around his cock as she stares at the screen with her face warm and flushed. He watches her reaction more than the scene playing on the large TV, smiling darkly to himself. There's a woman strapped to a table with one of those automatic fucking machines penetrating her holes, long thick dildos plunging in and out of her in a sickening rhythm, the hissing of the machine mixing with her helpless moans and cries.

He lets the video play, shifting on the couch, his fingers tugging a little bit more firmly on the girl's plug. She tenses, breathes harder, and when he pulls and one of the ball-shaped bumps slips out of her, she winces slightly. He pulls more, driven by the lewd noises coming from the speakers, slowly lets bump after bump tug at her tense muscles until the ribbed vibrator is free.

He feels her deep breaths, that little sigh of relief at the loss of pressure within her, but then he puts the toy back to her sphincter and pushes it in again, bump after bump, and she mewls softly when her hole clenches around the base once more, holding it tightly in place. He keeps playing with it, until she relaxes into the motion and continues to rub her hand over his hardening erection.

The woman in the video convulses on the table, struggles against the cuffs holding her down, then the machine picks up speed, really hammers those dildos into her holes, her unfiltered groans almost drowning out the loud squelching noises. The girl shivers against him, the crackers forgotten, her free hand digging into the fabric of his sweatpants in an attempt to grab onto something. The hand on his cock just rests there now as she stares at the screen in a mixture of shock and interest.

The machine keeps whirring, unrelenting, fucking the woman on the table until she screams and spasms, coming hard around the toys assaulting her cunt and ass. She's squirting heavily around the objects inside her, and he watches the girl's reaction to it. She hasn't been too fond of her body's natural response to high stimulation before, so maybe this'll show her that others do it too, that it is indeed normal.

But she squirms against him, breaths labored, head turned away, her skin warm against his bare stomach. He clicks on another video, another woman tied by her wrists and ankles, this one on a bed, and there's a man kneeling at her hip, shoving a big pink dildo into her hungry cunt. The woman convulses, her moans loud and obnoxious, those porn star noises that make his skin crawl, he prefers his girls and women quiet, meek, soft, just like the girl now turning her head back to watch the new scene.

Mindless blabbering fills the room as the woman whines and writhes while the man pushes the toy into her at a breakneck speed. “May I come?” the woman howls. “Please, please, let me come!”

“Not yet,” the man grumbles and keeps assaulting her puffy pussy. She wails louder in response, body arching off the bed when the man slaps his hand to her clit, once, twice, harder than should be necessary, while the woman cries out every time, squirming in pain. The girl flinches against him at the motion, he rubs her rear soothingly to calm her. She doesn't have to worry about that, he's into a lot of things, but genital torture isn't one of them.

The video continues, the man always denying the woman while she struggles against her restraints, limbs shaking uncontrollably, until finally, he pulls the toy out of her dripping cunt and plunges two thick fingers into her, curling them, before really going at it as he rams them into her with a speed that's remarkable. “Come,” he tells the woman, and she does, oh, how she does.

Her body arches completely off the bed in an almost unnatural contortion, while she wails loudly, repeating “I'm coming, I'm coming” in a frantic way, and when the man pulls his fingers out of her, several jets of clear liquid shoot out of her, wetting the bed and even hitting the camera, and the girl lets out a strangled whine at the sight, pressing into him as if she's afraid it'll hit her too.

“That's squirting, baby,” he whispers, rubbing her soft butt. “Completely natural, see?”

She only mumbles against his stomach, her warm breath fanning over his skin as she looks away. A chuckle escapes him. The video ends abruptly after the man continues fingering the convulsing woman through her intense orgasm, as she keeps squirting around his digits, completely losing it. The sudden silence makes him inhale deeply.

“Another one?” he asks quietly, but the girl only exhales against him, her hand back to rubbing his cock through his pants to distract herself. He still clicks through the row of clips, then settles on one showing a woman with a cock down her throat. He turns the volume down a little as loud gagging noises fill the room, the distinctive gluck gluck gluck as a man forces his thick cock down the whimpering woman's throat, so deep her neck bulges with every thrust, so fast it's almost comical.

It's just a short clip, and the next one starts without him pressing any buttons. Almost the same scene, a woman on her back, neck tilted backwards, a man standing over her head, holding it up, shoving his cock deep down her throat. This one is leaning over her, gripping the woman's cunt as he rams his length into her, keeping her from going anywhere, the same noises as before come from the speakers, with the added bonus of his loud grunts and groans. He seems close to climaxing, really speeding up, barely giving the woman time to breathe in-between thrusts.

She's convulsing on the bed, hands slapping at the sheets, frantic for air, but he keeps holding her down, mumbling “I'm so close, baby, I'm so close” while desperately chasing his own orgasm. The woman's face is bright red, her neck bulging, he's so deep in there, balls slapping against her nose, he's cutting off her air flow completely, but he doesn't seem to care and keeps pumping, growling, groaning, until he comes down her throat with the loudest grunt yet, his body shuddering, before he finally leans back and pulls out, the woman immediately gagging and spluttering, cum and spit flying from her mouth as she turns over to –

The video cuts there, but he can imagine she's throwing up after that ordeal. Nothing he hasn't seen before. He turns the TV off after that, suddenly realizing the girl is shivering against him. She stares at the screen, lips parted, unusually pale. A single tear rolls down her cheek.

He catches it with his finger, turns her head up to him. “You okay?”

She blinks, focusing her eyes before staring at him, probably remembering her own experiences with a cock down her throat. Seeing that act from a different perspective may have shocked her a little. It doesn't look nice, not for the woman, but they are not usually the main demographic for these kinds of videos anyway. There's porn for women, and then there's these clips (and worse).

“It may look rough,” he then says, caressing her cheek. “But trust me, for the man, for me, the tight grip of your throat around my cock is one of the best feelings...”

His fingers trace along her slender neck, careful not to press too hard into her bruises. Her hand shoots up to grab his wrist, her eyes widening slightly. He clicks his tongue in warning, and she doesn't pull his hand away, just holds onto him.

“And it'll get better for you, I promise. The more we practice, the easier it'll be,” he whispers, and instead of being reassured by his words, she only looks away with a quiet sniffle. “I want you to feel good too, but remember, you are here to please me. You want to make me feel good, don't you?”

She inhales deeply, then nods. “Yes, sir,” she mumbles, leaning against his stomach, letting go of his wrist. He moves his hand into her hair and gently presses his fingertips against her scalp. A soft mewl escapes her.

“Good girl. How about we start practicing now, hm? We can take it slow, you don't have to deepthroat me right away,” he offers, caressing her hair, while slipping his free hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing it down to free his semi-hard cock.

She shifts on the couch, leans more on her knees, ass raised, hands moving forward to grab him carefully. Watching him from under her lashes, she waits for him to say the word, but he only nods, and she lowers her head and presses her lips to his warm skin. As she starts her ministrations, his hand is back between her ass cheeks, teasing the plug before he tugs on it, pulling it out slowly, watching her flinch with every bump that makes it past her tight muscles.

“Keep going,” he tells her, and she does, focusing back on the task at hand, lapping her small tongue along his shaft while he plays with her ass.

A muffled whimper escapes her when he pushes the toy back in and repeats the motion, her hand tightening around his base as she moves her lips around his tip and starts sucking softly. She's become much more confident in handling him, and it fills him with pride. Not just a quick learner, but also eager to please, eager to take care of him like he wants her to, unlike many girls before her who he had to spider gag and restrain to make them pliant enough to take his cock down their throats.

She never needed to be tied down, always took what he gave her without much fight, but he knows he'll eventually introduce cuffs and gags to her, just to show her what she can gain from it too, to lose complete control, unable to move, to just take and take and take...

He exhales loudly when she closes her lips around his tip and pulls him deeper into her mouth, and his hand pushes down on the plug, causing her to jerk against him, forcing her head lower. She pulls back, frantic breaths on his wet skin, before she repeats the motion, envelops him again, tongue flicking around him, her cheeks hollowing.

His fingers slip lower, teasing between her folds, testing the waters. She's aroused, and he's glad. He pokes at her entrance while she bobs her head up and down his cock, quiet mewls slipping past the slurping sounds. He feels himself relaxing into the couch, one hand lazily fingering her wet hole, the other resting on her head, not guiding her, just giving a bit of reassuring pressure.

She alternates between sucking him into her mouth and pulling back to lick and kiss his shaft and nibble on his tip, exploring him in a way he hasn't seen her do before. He lets her, watches her fondly, his fingers slowly pushing in and out of her slick cunt. She's shifting against him, grinding her rear into his hand, probably not even thinking about it, just following the urges of her body, and he encourages it, dips deeper, scissors his fingers, but keeps the lazy pace.

He's painfully hard when she leans over him more, angles her head just right to allow him to move deeper into her mouth, and he feels her bracing for the sensation, but when his tip teases against the back of her throat, she twitches, fights the gag reflex, pulls back instantly. He can't help himself and grips her hair, holds her down before she can shy away the next time, and she gurgles, holds him right at the edge of her throat, the tight grip teasing his tip, and when she doesn't gag, he lets go and allows her to move back.

“Well done,” he whispers, patting her head.

The praise makes her cunt clench around his fingers, and he smirks. She moves back down on him, tries again to take him deeper, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing against his shaft, teasing the bulging veins. He lets out a soft groan when his tip breaches her tight throat, she's shuddering, her hands digging into the fabric of his sweatpants, and she's almost got it, holding him like that, but after a few seconds a jerk goes through her body and she gags violently, spit filling her mouth, bulging her cheeks, coating his cock, and she pulls back spluttering.

Wiping at her mouth, she inhales deeply after the coughing fit is over. He sees the strain in her face, cheeks red, eyes watering, lips swollen, but she seems determined to continue, to pleasure him properly. After all, she isn't done yet.

He watches her, resuming the gentle poking of his fingers, feeling every shiver that travels down her body in the clenching of her walls, her wetness building up within, warm and enticing, her scent filling his nostrils. She's back to bobbing her head, shallower movements now, with only the occasional deep dip that makes him shiver in return, and eventually the tension in his stomach is too much to ignore.

“Make me come, baby,” he says, moving his other hand along her nape, massaging it softly.

She doubles her efforts, moves quicker, sucks him harder, her hand returning to grip his base and squeeze it before she even moves it to fondle his balls, another thing she's never done before, and he highly appreciates it. Her noises are louder, hums and moans, spit and precum squelching past her lips as she takes him deeper, wet warm mouth tight around his throbbing cock. Her eyes are squeezed shut when she forces his tip into her throat. She shudders, but keeps the gagging down, then moves back and resumes the quicker head bobbing, mirroring the gluck gluck gluck noises she's heard in the porn clip.

He throws his head back against the couch, closing his eyes, fingers halting inside her cunt, the others closing around the back of her neck, when he feels his balls twitching in her hand. She gives her all, and then he explodes, right down her throat as she's trying to take him deeper once more. The sudden jerk makes her gag, but she holds still, face turning red, letting him empty himself inside her mouth.

She's deliberately choking herself on his cock now, but as much as he enjoys the view, he doesn't want her to lose consciousness again, so he pulls her back, causing him to slip from between her lips, more cum spurting from his slit, hitting her flushed face. He grabs his cock and holds it steady, aiming for her obediently opened mouth, her breaths rapid, nostrils flaring, eyelids fluttering. He shoots the rest onto her tongue, then watches her roll it around before she swallows deeply and allows herself to cough and catch her breath.

She calms down eventually, still leaning over him, ass raised with his fingers in her cunt, and when he resumes his pumping, she lowers her head and laps at his deflating cock, cleaning him obediently. He moves his other hand along her jaw, gathers his cum on his fingertips and feeds it to her when she leans back to take steadying breaths, and she takes it, licks around his finger, then goes back down on him, until she's lapped up every drop he's given her.

Her muffled little “Thank you” makes him push his fingers into her harder, faster, and she mewls, gripping his sweatpants, arching her back, face buried in his groin until she comes with a little squeal, her body convulsing against his hand, her wetness seeping past his digits. Once she relaxes, breathing harder, he pulls out of her and wipes his wet fingers between her ass cheeks, poking at the plug, then gives one ass cheek a reverberating slap.

She jumps, yelps, but quickly pushes her rear back against his hand, and he slaps her again, on the other cheek, and again she seems to lean into it, so he gives her one more, and one more, until her little butt is glowing red and she's a mewling mess with her face pressed against his thigh, fingers clawing at his pants, a beautiful arc to her spine.

He moves his hand along her burning skin, down to her cunt, finding it dripping with arousal. He indulges her, pushes his fingers back into her, and she moans deeply, pressing into him when he starts fingering her once more, curling his fingers just right until he pulls another orgasm out of her that leaves her spasming hard, limbs twitching, soft muffled gasps ringing in his ears.

She collapses onto his lap, heaving chest pressing into his thighs, legs trembling and stretched out behind her. Slipping his fingers free from between her clenching muscles, he grips her waist and pulls her up, draping her over his chest as he reclines a little more. Her arms wrap around his shoulders as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, exhausted and boneless, a pliant little body molding to his larger frame.

His hands rub up and down her back, slip under the shirt, rub some more, all around her dips and curves, until he places them large and heavy on her reddened ass cheeks, feeling the blood throbbing against his palms. She relaxes against him, breathing deeply.

“You've done so well, baby girl,” he tells her quietly. “Rest now. You deserve it.”

And she does after the ordeals of the day. He'll take her to the bed eventually, and he can't promise himself not to touch her during the night, but he'll see what his body wants and if he'll follow the urges. For now, he lets her rest, come down from it all. And quite frankly, he's content just lying with her like this, satisfied and proud, still wondering how this perfect girl found her way into his clutches, and how much she's already influenced his life and changed his views and ways.

For better or worse, because if given such an obedient plaything, how can he not think about testing her limits and trying even more vile things with her? Maybe she'll surprise him all over again.

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End notes: Wasn't this fluffy? Well. As fluffy as I could write a porn-centered story... But whatever the case, Sir is slowly coming to terms with his feelings, somehow. Isn't that something?

Thank you for reading! Next chapter on Sunday (in two weeks! Sorry, I got something big planned for Halloween)!

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