#and the reader with miko vibes

[bookworm-center]

Hear me out guys: kenma x reader, glitch techs au!?!?!?!?

[tan1shere]

Double Trouble

Billie Eilish x Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: well well well, I was watching the whole interview of these fine mfs and finally got a storyline for this plot 😇 I hope you all enjoy this one. Choosing Oxytocin for the song as the lyrics fit the vibe 🤭 - also small disclaimer if the Spanish isn't correct pls let me know !! Google translate isn't always trusted lmaoo LONG !!

Summary: You're dating Billie and go with her to one of her small events, Young Miko happens to be interviewing her when later on things escalate.

Warnings: smut ! THREESOME !!! Billie and Miko are both dominant, sub reader. Overstimulation, strap usage, oral, (all r receiving) mommy kink, orgasm denial, think that's it, lmk if there's anything else. This one's going to be interesting, but enjoy 😈

Masterlist

Hearing fans scream as they call out for Billie. You were currently in the back just waiting for the interview to be done, listening to their voices. She happened to get Young Miko to interview her while she was in Mexico. Which was awesome, seeing as you had been a fan of her music for quite some time now. So there was no doubt you were fan girling just a little.

Once the event had finished they come into the back room, approaching you. "Hey baby, thought I'd introduce the two of you. Considering you're a fan of hers." You stand up, smiling at them both. "You like my music?" Miko asks, seeming a bit surprised. You nod at her question. "Most definitely, I've been listening for a few years now actually." You admit, she gives you a smile. "That's awesome honestly! Have you learnt any Spanish?" "Funnily enough yeah, I've learned a ton of new things just by listening." Your smile widens. Billie seemed a bit, distracted though. As if she had something brewing in her brain. Your curiosity got the better of you especially when she says this to Miko.

"Meet you there." Meet you there? Miko then salutes her with a small smirk. Your brows furrow, looking at your girlfriend. "What was that about." You had asked as you head for the car. "Just a little surprise we have for you." We??? There was something behind her eyes. Excitement, no? Maybe? You let your orbs linger over her own. Then it clicked you knew exactly that look and your eyes suddenly blew up in size. It was lust. She got that you were catching on, putting a hand on your thigh. "Now, I'm ok with it. But I want to make sure you are." It was all very secretive, until she catches you way off guard. Pulling into a parking lot which looked to be at a hotel. "You want Miko to touch you?"

She asks, breathing impossibly close to your face. Your cheeks heat up. I mean sure you'd have a little fan girl moment but you loved Billie, butttt you'd be lying If you said you hadn't imagined it just a tiny bit. "Go on, I know what you're thinking." Her fingers trace over your jaw. "You want her to baby?" You just nod, vividly. But her head shakes. "Uh uh, speak." Your breath hitches. "Yes.. yes I would.." Your eyes look into her growingly dark ones. "Good girl."

And that wasn't even close to the beginning of the best night of your life. Everything was very hush hush. This was incredibly wrong in many ways, but the thrill was overpowering that. "I'm a little nervous.." You admit to your girlfriend. "Don't be my girl, we are going to take good. Care of you." She speaks in such a velvet tone, making you clench your thighs. Already she had such an effect on you. That only made you wonder how Miko would be. Was this really happening.

Yep. It was. The door was being opened to her room, she lets the both of you in. Billie gives you a quick but passionate kiss. "Go strip babe." Your body felt tingly at the way she was speaking, filthy yet so damn sexy. You bite your lip. Billie loved to be in control, not in a horrible way ofcourse she just adored having that strength. "Do what you'd usually do, but listen to her. If she doesn't speak up. Make. Her." You swallow overhearing Billies husky voice saying that. "lo entendiste. - you got it." Miko says with a small smirk causing Billie to mirror that, but more evil.

You had stripped out of everything except your bra and underwear. Sitting nervously on the bed. Was this truly happening were you dreaming? You suddenly were being pulled out of your thoughts as you see the pretty Puerto Rican infront of you. "Hi angel." She smirks at your expression. You turn your head for a second to see where Billie is, was she going to watch. When you felt fingers under your chin. "She's just preparing Mami." Your eyes linger over the small bathroom door in the hotel room. "Something tells me you want her to watch. True?" She asks, going to kiss your jaw. When a shakey breath leaves your lips. "I- uhm-" Her eyes connect with your own.

"Imagine her, watching someone else fuck you. Senseless, might I add." Her kisses move lower and lower, having them on your neck. "Imagine her hearing how dirty you sound, because of me?" Your brain couldn't process this, feeling it fogging over already.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

Your nerves and excitement both mix together. Wondering what you had agreed to. Miko's hands come in contact with your bra covered breasts. Kneading gently. "Can I take this off?" You nod at her question but she remembered what Billie had said to her. Her fingers press lightly against your jaw. "Do I get an answer, angel?" You swallow thickly. "Y-yes you can take it off Miko.." You breathe, her smirk grew at the way you whispered her name. Loving it maybe a bit too much. But she had to hear it again. After she removes your bra, discarding it somewhere. Her lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking hard. Your mind goes blank at the insane feeling. But even if Billie consented to this, or if it was her idea. You couldn't help but feel bad. Or maybe that just made you feel great.

Maybe that aroused you more, the thought of her watching was something you did enjoyed thinking of. And as if on queue. Shes there in the room. Your eyes meet as her head tilts slightly, your heart races at this insane setting. Miko sucking on your tits, as your girlfriend just watches. You weren't being loud enough to Mikos liking. She then bites your nipple, sending a moan to tumble out of your mouth. Your eyes are still locked on Billie as the noise comes out, feeling your eyes go wide. But she smirks. And she does it broadly.

"Don't hide your noises baby. - we've talked about this." Billie then speaks, noticing the way you were biting your lip extra hard. "Go on, wanna hear how she's making you feel." You do as told, but God was this so incredibly filthy. Was it bad you enjoyed it very much? She continues to watch.

She couldn't look away.

Your head lulls back against the headboard as Miko travels down your body, leaving kisses. Her eyes then look into yours as she's reached the main event. Ofcourse asking for permission but silently. You go to nod, considering she hadn't spoken you'd be safe. But the look in her eyes makes you think differently. Your brain just goes to the quickest sentence you can think of. "Please take them off." Your winey voice made them both smirk. Although you weren't looking at Billie right now, when you did. You swear you could've just cum. Then and there. You hold her gaze for a bit.

Shed wanna get involved.

That eye contact remains, until Billie speaks. "Make her cum." Her eyes still boring into your own as she utters those words. You felt like you could go insane. "Heard that mama." You nod slowly. "Y-yes." Miko smirks at your reaction. "You look scared love. Don't worry I don't bite. ... unless you want that." She finishes, coming impossibly close to your cunt. It now being free from the previous fabric clinging to it. You swallow again, letting your mouth hang open as her tongue is on you. Your head falls limply at the insane feeling. Billie's smirk never leaved her face it was as if she was frozen. Getting to watch you like this from a different point of view. Your moans grew louder as she picks up the pace, causing your hands to grab her hair.

What would people say, if they listened through the wall.

There was no other sound but Miko's tongue lapping at you, your soft but powerful moans. Making not only Billie, but Miko also. Go mental. Your orgasm was quick to approach as Miko speeds up, if that was even possible. Sending your mind blank, feeling yourself cum on her tongue with a slight screech. You let out pants, trying to catch your breath again. "Overstimulate her." Billie then orders. Your eyes look over at her. Finally gaining the courage to actually say something. "Bils-" Her head tilts, once again. "Hmm?" Your mouth shuts almost immediately. "Nothing." "No no, go on babe. What is it? You don't want that?" But that'd be a lie, ofcourse you did.

"I just-" But that was cut short as Miko's back at it, having you shake at how sensitive you truly became. You let a shakey but satisfied sigh escape you, having your eyes flutter shut. "What was it you were saying angel?" Your back arches too distracted by your second orgasm to fully care about what Billie was mocking you for.

I can see it clear as day. You don't really need a break.

Billie craved to watch you writhe under Miko, the way you're almost cumming again. But Bills was having too much fun. "Deny her." Billie speaks lowly. And just like that you felt nothing. A cryish whine leaves your plump lips. "Nooo." Your eyes had been closed. "Wanna see what you can take." Billie mutters, enough for you to hear. Your lips then pout as you look at Billie. With such a defeated look in your eyes. Almost begging without words. But you knew you had to speak them you knew that's what she wanted, you to beg.

You take any extra courage floating around inside you and grab Miko's face. "Please, please don't stop. Need your tongue." Billie smirks as you say that, proudly. Miko dives back in satisfied, herself. With how you responded. But she felt like teasing you, testing your limits. Billie seemed to be proud of that also, knowing you'd start to get bratty if she kept it up. "Make her cum, one more time. Then I'll come on over." Billie states, making Miko nod in response.

You should really run away.

She kept circling your clit with her tongue, moving back and forth from there, to your entrance. Your head is rested back as she does so feeling worn out but so amazing at the same time. All you could then think of was what Billie would do. "Make her work for it, need her begging." You look over at her, giving an annoyed little look. But she returns it with a warning one, causing you to immediately look away from her. It was nearing once again, the coil was incredibly close to snapping when Miko squeezes your thigh tightly. Signaling for you to not do so yet. A slight whimper comes from you, trying to hold it. "Please let me cum please-"

Her whole tongue inserted into you suddenly, rapidly sticking it in and out at an ungodly pace. You were shocked at how good she was, nearly as good as your girlfriend. Your mouth agape as your coming close to your release. "Please, please- need to." She looks up at you with such a lustful look. Pulling away slightly to speak. "Cum now." And so you did. Hard. Feeling just as amazing the first two times if not. Better. You let out ragged breaths. Miko removes herself from you. Standing up fully, swiping her thumb over her lip to get the excess cum and put it inside her mouth. "Hm, tasty." She says. Billie comes over standing next to her. "Isnt she." She smirks at you.

You sit up on your elbows, just now catching your breath. Billie inches closer towards you, crawling ontop of your figure. Your eyes glued to hers as she looks to your lips. "I don't think you're ready for this." She spoke in a hushed whisper. Leaning in to kiss you. Ofcourse you kiss back, honestly missing any kind of touch from her. Your hands reach out to gently place them on her face. But it's as if they had already discussed this, because Miko is lifting you up slightly, sitting on the bed and placing you on her lap. Your eyes dart back to Billies. Gulping. "What? Nervous?" Your head shakes but her eyebrow raises in a questionable way. "N-no..not nervous." You speak up.

"Hmm, good." You hadn't even noticed she attached the fake dick to herself, until you felt it near your entrance. Looking back at Billie once again and taking a tiny breath in. Were you nervous? "So wet." She says as her fingers swipe along your sticky cunt, from the multiple orgasms. You bite your lip subconsciously, feeling the dildo peek into your hole. "Please Bills.." Miko's hand moves to your throat, causing Billie to get closer to your face. "What's my name baby? Say it correctly and I'll give you what you want." You take a second, letting out a few staggered breaths. "Please fuck me mommy."

And thats exactly what she was about to do, sliding it in almost all the way, making you arch your back. Slowly bringing it down again as she begins to fuck into you. God this was so insane but amazing all at once. More moans fill the hotel room, you didn't care who listened to be honest you were too caught up on the feeling of Miko's hand still around your throat and Billie's hard thrusts to worry about what others may think. Billie begins to pick up the pace, Miko's other hand coming to cup one of your breasts sending pleasure throughout the whole of your body. Head to toe shivers consume you as her hand tightens just slightly.

Billie watches in amusement as your face contorts into pure ecstasy. Eyes rolling back as she enters you even deeper. You truly were on cloud 9. It just felt too good.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Her hand rests on your waist as she continues to fuck you, feeling you suck her in as if it were her own dick. Making Billie go more feral for you. Her other hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing slowly. Whimpers filling her ears as she does, feeling like she could cum from that alone. She craved to hear such sounds coming from your pretty lips. Drove her mental. Billie didn't feel like being as nice though, wanting to make you go mental. And it sure did. "You cum when I say to got it, pretty girl?" You let out a slight whine, not before shes grabbing your face with her fingers. Smushing your cheeks slightly. "Got. It?" "Yes.. - mommy." Her once Satisfied look returns, bigger than previously.

"Good girl, that's exactly what we like to hear. Isn't that right Miko?" She then replies. "Without a doubt Bill." Your breathing becomes irregular again, trying to gain that focus. "I- I'm so close." Billie just shakes her head. "Don't even think about it." You then feel Miko's soft fingers dance over your skin, moving their way down to your pussy to mess with your clit. "Bi-" You let out the filthiest moan ever, trying so hard to hold it. "C-cant.. please." You speak on the verge of tears. Bingo. Just what Billie was after. The little pout on your lips almost makes her give in. But she keeps drilling into you, so much harder making your head spin. "I-" "hold it."

"B-b..u." A near pornographic moan then ripped out of you, feeling your body shake. "Be a good girl baby. Know you can." - "hold it mama." Miko then whispers in your ear. Another whimper comes from your mouth trying so so hard to keep it in.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Billie goes close to your ear, close to Miko. They then kiss one another making you stare, as your girlfriend comes back into view. There was no denying how hot it was. Billie catches your eyes. She chuckles softly. "You enjoyed that didn't you bub?" You couldn't even speak. She lets that one slide, knowing how much you were struggling. "Precious girl can't even reply to you." Billie shakes her head at Miko. "Shes too busy crying over my dick huh baby?" Your head just rests back on Miko's shoulder. Almost screaming at the insane euphoria you felt. Miko's other hand quickly covers your mouth, tightening her grip on your throat. "Shhh baby not too loud."

I wanna make you yell.

Wanna do bad things to you.

Your eyes roll back again, letting out a groany whimper.

Don't wanna treat you well.

It was getting nearly impossible. Until Billie says the three words. "You can cum." And you gladly do, gushing all over the plastic dick inside you. Squirting a little over Billie. Your brain felt empty, having your eyes closed to try regain stability.

If you find it hard to swallow.

"Just one more angel, know you can." Your eyes snap to Billies. "S-so sore." Miko wipes the lingering tears on your face. But as she starts to move slowly, the need for more is inching its way back. Grabbing onto her hips. "Fuck!" You then scream, making Miko's hand return on your mouth. She eventually got an idea. "Open." She says to you. You do as told going to let her slender fingers enter your mouth. You suck needily, feeling Billie speed up yet again. Her thrusts go at an ungodly pace eventually sending your body to writhe and shake underneath her. Those tears coming back, you cry out of pleasure. Sucking harder on Miko's digits.

I kinda wanna look away.

Her grip on your neck loosens, keeping her fingers there for you to greedily suck on. She honestly enjoyed the feeling of it. Bringing that hand down from your neck to your nipple giving it a pinch. You moan around her fingers, feeling your fourth or fifth. You honestly lost count. Orgasm of that night.

Kinda wanna get involved.

Billies hands grip your waist, completely railing the fuck out of you. The sight infront of her making her moan, herself. Low, lustful. Filthy. Your eyes continue to gloss over feeling it coming closer and closer. But you listened to what she had said earlier, only when she says to.

Other people don't obey.

Her thrust continued, her stamina was impeccable. But you knew that already. Your hands reach out to touch her, grabbing at her tits. She smirks at you, knowing their your favorite. "Can feel how close you are. Tugging me in." You accidentally bite down slightly on Miko's fingers. Little did you know she didn't mind that, one. Bit. Your teeth retract from doing so, continuing the sucking motion.

You should really run away.

The coil was close to snapping, it got harder for Billie to even thrust at how tight you had became. She needed it, you needed it. Miko needed it. "Cum." She breathes.

Bad. Things.

You did with yet another scream, of who's name? Well ofcourse both. They both, made you cum. They both, made you scream. And there was no doubt this wouldn't be the last time this would happen.

It was your little secret.

[angelic--kitty]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘

abs poll (dehya, arlecchino, clorinde, beidou)

milf!gi women + inexperienced reader (suggestive/angst)

ningguang thoughts (nsfw)

unzipping mavuika's suit (nsfw)

mavuika + oral (nsfw)

mavuika + lingerie on her partner (nsfw)

clorinde/beidou + navia/ningguang (nsfw)

comforting you on your period (fluff)

jean, navia, beidou, dehya

arle size kink thoughts (nsfw)

riding dom!arlecchino's strap (nsfw)

studying/cockwarming arlecchino (nsfw)

breeding with rabbit!arle (nsfw)

rabbit!arle hcs (fluff)

rabbit!arle (nsfw)

arle dick/strap hcs (nsfw)

domestic arle (fluff)

rabbit!arle and fox!reader (nsfw)

dehya breeding thoughts (nsfw)

dehya x virgin!fem reader (nsfw)

scissor/finger/pound + yelan/arle/dehya (nsfw)

cat naps w/dehya and xilonen (fluff)

oral w/ yanfei (nsfw)

beigguang threesome thoughts (nsfw)

being the tsarita's pet (slight nsfw)

sugar-mommy!signora (slightly suggestive)

professor!signora au (suggestive)

mean milf!rosaria (nsfw)

𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖘

dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader drabble (nsfw)

smut, punishment (spanking), bondage

soft sex - dom!transfem arle x sub!reader (nsfw)

smut, grinding, handjob, cunnilingus

arlecchino x sub!fem sensitive reader (nsfw)

smut, fingering, hickies, titplay

dom!ceo arle x sub!fem intern reader (nsfw)

smut, power dynamics

breeding with rabbit!arle pt 2 (nsfw)

smut, rabbit/transfem!arle, breeding, dom!arle

riding dilf!arle (nsfw)

smut, transfem!arle, dilf!arle (implied age gap), bondage

rut w/ hare!arle + bunny!reader (nsfw)

smut, transfem!arle, hybrids, breeding, size kink

knotting w/werewolf arle (nsfw)

smut, transfem!arle, hybrids, size kink, knot

domming arlecchino (nsfw)

smut, dom!reader, strap usage, bondage on arle

touching rabbit!arlecchino's tail (suggestive)

suggestive, sub!reader, rabbit!arle, arlecchino called "peruere"

semi-public with dom!arle (nsfw)

smut, thigh grinding, semi public, kissing

lioness!dehya + breeding drabble (nsfw)

smut, breeding kink

'the true essence of being'- dom!black swan x sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, cunnilingus, finger sucking

dom!clorinde x sub!fem reader drabble (nsfw)

smut, fingering, spanking

biker!mavuika x fem!reader drabble (suggestive)

biker!au

dom!signora x sub!fem reader drabble (nsfw)

smut, strap usage, spanking, leash, degradation, temperature play

dom!ceo signora/arlecchino x secretary reader (nsfw)

smut, fingering, oral, degradation, age gap, power imbalance

eating signora out at her desk (nsfw)

smut, exhibitionism, cunnilingus

signora + reader + tsarita (nsfw)

smut, threesome, strap usage

'let's roll the dice!' - dom!yelan x sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, fingering, degradation, bondage, vibe, dice rolling

muzzle + switch!yae miko x switch!fem reader (nsfw)

muzzle, leash/collar, scissoring, asphyxiation

miko + ei + reader (nsfw)

bondage, vibrators, makeouts

weapon play w/ clorinde + sara x fem!reader (nsfw)

smut, weapon play, penetration

kissing w/ yelan in a teahouse (suggestive)

suggestive, making out

sucking dom!beidou's strap + sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, strap sucking

threesome with beigguang (nsfw)

smut, beigguang are married, age gap, power imbalance, cunnilingus, strap usage

dom!party girls xilonen/mavuika + sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, fingering, cunnilingus

scissoring w/mavuika (nsfw)

smut, scissoring, praise

being signora's deskpet (nsfw)

smut, slightly dark content, degradation, shoe-humping, vibrator usage

𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖘

'transfixed' - dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, strap usage, fellatio, fingering, doggy-style

'maintain control' - switch!arlecchino x switch!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, scissoring, blood/bruises (sparring)

dilf!arlecchino and virgin!reader (nsfw)

smut, transfem!arle, penetration, fingering, handjob

'lone voyagers' - dom!acheron x sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, slightly dark content, shibari, vibrator

transfem!xilonen in rut (nsfw)

smut, big kitty xilonen, spiny dick, breeding kink, cunnilingus

𝖕𝖊𝖗��𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖘

dom!mavuika x 1st person inexperienced reader (nsfw)

inexperienced reader, fingering, cunnilingus, strap usage mentions

breeding kink w/mavuika × fem!reader (nsfw)

strap usage, cunnilingus, size kink, breeding kink

dom!xianyun + mommy kink - sub!fem reader (nsfw)

smut, mommy kink, strap usage, cunnilingus, size kink, age-gap

kitty's kinktober masterlist (nsfw)

smut, vampire!ningguang, kemonomimi!dehya, goddess!mavuika, siren!signora, drider!arlecchino (individual warnings in each fic)

vampire!arle x hunter!reader (nsfw)

smut, vampire!arlecchino, enemies to lovers, cunnilingus, biting/blood, kidnapping (repost fic)

boss form!arle x fem!reader (nsfw)

smut, transfem!arle, size kink, cunnilingus, thigh fucking

dilf!arle thoughts (nsfw)

smut, dilf!arlecchino, strap usage, fingering, cunnilingus

milf!miko thoughts (nsfw)

smut, milf!miko, fingering, oral, spanking, mentions of milf!ei

vampire!rosaria x human!sub fem reader (nsfw)

smut, semi-public, fingering, biting

[sea-lanterns]

the way i just wrote the longest thirst about sexy whore reader but deleted it out of pure embarrassment, holy shit am i obsessed with that concept mainly due to projection of myself onto her 😭

the three e's are giving ed edd and eddy vibes, ei escoffier and eula the brat tamers from hell. acting up in front of one of them gets you into trouble already, but act up in front of all three and you're in for the punishment of a lifetime JGJHJHJGHF since i haven't seen anyone talk about her and we're on the topic of brat tamers i have to gush about SKIRK!!!

first off, holy shit the fact that she's a legitimate SPACE WHALE (in case you didn't notice, in addition to her tail she also has several long antennae in her head that blend in her hair like neuvillette, and fins on her back) HYBRID???????!!?! AAAAAAA the way she swims and uses her powers to fly and glide through the air in her animations is so mesmerizing, and the way the alien parts of her skin have pretty little stars and spatial creases and distortions in them?????? like parts of her skin are literally made from outer space!!!!! THAT'S SO COOL. and then she has that sexy glowing collarbone tattoo 🤤🤤. she's literally built for the au! vet reader now has a flying, alien space whale. ONTOP OF THAT THE INHUMAN PARTS OF HER BODY AND SKIN NATURALLY GLOW IN THE DARK!!!!! AND EVEN MORE THAN THAT SHE HAS HER MONSTER FOUL LEGACY FORM WHEN YOU DO HER SKILL (i like to imagine that more of her animal and spacey-alien characteristics show when she uses foul legacy that's much more exaggerated than in game) SKIRK IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY I LOVE HER SO MUCH (if you want to see all her hidden details there's a video called "i have never seen a genshin character like this" on youtube, skirk has a shocking amount of unique details to her)

just imagine feeling up her thick, massive muscles and roaming your hands over her sexily scarred and rough skin. then you sloooowly drag them down her back and gently massage her soft fleshy fin, finally making your way down to caress that beautiful otherworldly tail. the spacey-alien parts of her body have such a foreign yet blissful feeling to them that you can't help but touch them over and over again......the strange inhuman sensation is so intoxicating that you can't pray your hand off her.....you just aimlessly and mindlessly gently caress every last bit of her tail, arms, legs, and collarbone, basking in her literal otherworldly beauty.......

omfg moving on from there she's so STRONG????? the way she just effortlessly tossed the narwhal and childe into the portal as if she was throwing crumpled paper into the garbage 😍😍😍 i bet she could easily lift you with her pinkie without even trying. no matter if you're taller or shorter than her this woman has so much strength that it's not uncommon for her to just...accidentally hoist you right into the air or squeeze you a tad bit too hard during physical contact, it honestly even catches you completely off guard sometimes because her short stature is the epitome of deceptive and makes it incredibly easy to forget that this woman is capable of casually cutting through fucking space like it's a normal tuesday.

seeing as how she has a very aloof and blunt personality and with how much time she's spent isolated by herself and fighting monsters in the abyss i can imagine that not only does skirk have a very poor understanding of how strong she actually is, but she's also severely touch starved which leads to her being severely possessive over you. the moment skirk sees another woman so much as playfully flirt with you her arms instantly have you in a death grip and she's giving this poor unsuspecting girl the nastiest death glare to have ever been done in history. other women being around skirks precious lover is a big no no. skirk just.....doesn't quite grasp the concept of being social. poor miko unknowingly made the mistake of trying to tease skirk once and for the first time in her existence she felt absolutely terrified. the poor fox learned a very hard lesson that day. which absolutely pleases and amuses ei when miko comes crawling to her recounting the unfortunate events that happened involving your alien-wife

that being said though her ungodly levels of strength coupled with her bottled up, unexplored emotions lead to skirk being a VERY pent up, it's actually impressive how much horny can fit into someone that's so short. she hungers and craves for your body and absolutely loves to let loose on you, skirk can't explain it but there's just something about you that she finds irresistible. your touch, the warmth she feels from you, the beauty of a fragile and delicate human just makes her go feral, you just drag out all of her primal urges. around skirk just can't help herself, if you're with her then prepare for roughest, hardest, and most burtal, quite literal bed breaking sex you will ever experience in the galaxy. skirk will ravage you, grabbing at every inch of her body she can, her otherworldly hands leaving deep claw marks on your creamy skin as she buries her massive cock into your insides, the foreign feeling of her body coupled with her tail clamped around your neck like a vice, restricting your air flow brings you a sensation of absolutely euphoria. the sex is animalistic and unending, all you can do is moan your lungs out and mindlessly cum on skirks cock, clamping down on her and wringing it out for everything she has as skirk smashes you into oblivion and fills you with load after load of her thick, voluminous cum. expect LOTS of standing up sex, she'll just lift you up and sit you right on her cock or hungrily put your pussy/cock in her face and gulp it down as if she hasn't eaten in eons.

it goes without saying that this woman is impatient, whether you're in the house or out and about in public, skirk will not hesitate to impose herself on you and sheath her cock directly inside you. due to skirks complete lack of awareness when it comes to social norms, you often have to stop her from tearing off your clothes and fucking you directly in the middle of somewhere and guide her somewhere secreted and away from prying eyes where she can devastate your body without too high of a risk, but there's also times where skirk isn't amenable to reason and you find yourself with your clothes shredded, pinned down under her as she mercilessly breeds you right out in the open 😅😅 you find it embarrassing yet oddly arousing that you're doing such a dubious act in the open like this........and lowkey hope to get caught in the act.

skirks favorite part though? the bratty sexiness. skirk has a short fuse and gets pissed off in an instant, especially so when someone tries to toy with her, and even more so in public, but that's precisely why she loves it. the way you tease and goade her into punishing you gives skirk the perfect outlet to take her anger and frustrations out on, this leads her to being a lot more rougher with you than she usually is but the added forcefulness just makes it even hotter. oh you're being especially bratty? skirk will just wrap her tail around your neck, the familiar sensation of her alien originated appendage cutting your airflow, lifting your body off the ground as she tilts your head to look up/down at her as she straightens you out in a low and sexy. teasing her with nip slips and panty shots while pretending to be oblivious? she's gonna fuck you until your legs won't move. taunting her with skimpy revealing outfits? better hope there's no one around cause your clothes are ripped to shreds and she's gonna show you exactly what happens when you push her buttons. making suggestive gestures with your mouth and giving the most pornographic head imagine to a popsicle while directly making eye contact with her? suddenly you're up in the sky as she's holding your legs over her shoulders making you do stand up 69 with her until you swallow every last drop of cum she has for you while she slurps laps you up because how dare you use your mouth to pleasure a popsicle more than her dick?

punishments with skirk are HARSH. she'll choke you, spank your bottom till it's bright red and you can't sit anymore, sink her teeth in your skin to the point where she draws blood, licking your wound and enjoying the taste of you, manhandle you until you're begging for mercy, and even use her excellent swordsmanship skills to carve your pretty skin with her blades, her tongue quickly following along the precise cuts to catch every last drop of blood she draws from you.

of course, expect her to take perfect care of you afterwards. she has a lifetime of combat experience allows her to give you the most professional aftercare imaginable, skillfully treating every last wound she's given you down to the tiniest scrape imaginable, then once you're all patched up she'll spoil you like there's no tomorrow. because you're skirks delicate treasure, and she loves you even more than you love her 💜 god this woman is incredible.......

(if it's not taken can i be 🥪 anon?)

This is an older ask I’m now just answering. But omg I have no words, this might be the longest thirst (and ask in general) I have ever received from any of my three blogs LOL! You really are in love with Skirk, anon! /lh

Yes, you can be 🥪 anon but my goodness I am just in awe at how many descriptive ways you want Skirk to fuck the Reader. I don’t even know what else I can add to it because every single way you described Skirk fucking us is already too hot for words. She might be one of the most dominant women in the game, alongside Arlecchino who I’m sure will get along well together (I think I mentioned a Skirkchino sandwich one time on this blog). Just two of the roughest, most dominant women ever plowing us in every position and place imaginable.

Also I feel like Skirk would just be a regular whale in the Animal Hybrid AU, not an alien space whale because that AU doesn’t allow mythical species of animals to keep some semblance of realism. But either way, Whale! Skirk would be humongous, so the size difference (despite her being a shorter woman lol) would go crazy.

[pinkslipxox]

Hi love

Can I request reader being friends with Jovaan and being in the 6B video where she meets Miko and they hit it off and are basically attached at the hip the whole time, then after a break everyone is looking for them and they're hooking up in her trailer

hey, baby!! Yes ofc, hope you like it 🙈❤️😩

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You can feel the vibrant energy of Puerto Rico buzzing around you as you step onto the colorful set of the 6B music video. The sun is blazing overhead, casting a warm glow on everything, and your heart is racing with excitement. Jovaan has been your friend for years, and he has been making a name for himself in the music industry, something that you’re immensely proud of as his friend. Today, he’s invited you to hang out while shooting a music video for the fierce and unapologetic rapper, Young Miko.

Jovaan wraps his arms around you, his charisma and charm shining through. He’s incredibly excited as he talks about how today’s shooting will turn out, his energy palpable. Then, just out of the corner of your eye, you see a woman standing nearby.

You catch her eye for a brief moment, and there’s a flicker of intrigue in her gaze. You feel a slight flutter in your stomach as Jovaan nudges you, encouraging you to approach her, and before you do so, she strides over to you with a big smile on her face. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, her lean body clad in printed trousers and a white crop top, and dark ink tattoos snake around her arms. You can’t help but feel butterflies as you realize that the woman before you is Young Miko.

“Hola, mami! Qué tal?” Miko says with a playful lift in her voice.

“This is my friend, Y/N,” Jovaan introduces you, smiling ear to ear. He then gestures from you and Miko. “Y/N, this is Miko.”

Miko smiles, and you can’t help but notice how she looks at you up and down for a brief second. “Un placer, Y/N. We’re going to have a fucking blast!” she says, her voice smooth and inviting.

“I can’t wait!” you giggle, and you can’t help the feel a pang of warmth in your chest.

Throughout the week, you and Miko get to know each other. During breaks, the two of you would laugh and talk as if you had known each other for years. Even after shooting, Miko invites you to go out with her crew, and eacb of you have grown to develop a liking with each of them. But with Miko, it feels incredibly different. Miko is fierce on her verses, embodying the essence of the bold and confident persona she is, but with you, she softens, her playful side shining through. You discover that she’s not just about the tough exterior; there’s a sweetness beneath all that ink and bravado.

On the last day of shooting, you can’t help but sense a shift in the air. You catch yourself gazing at Miko longer than usual during filming, and at one point you look away just before Miko catches you. Each glance and cheeky smile exchanged between the two of you leaves your stomach fluttering like a butterfly’s wings, and you find yourself wanting more.

“Hey, pequeña,” Miko calls out, her voice cutting through the noise as she approaches you during a break. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes, setting your heart racing. “Come hang out with me. Meet me in my trailer in five?”

Her invitation echoes in your ears, and a newfound wave of anticipation and excitement courses through you. You can’t help but smile, your eyes meeting her blue ones. Before you know it, you find yourself stepping inside Miko’s trailer, a sanctuary from the outside world. The inside of her trailer is cozy, filled with personal touches and vibrancy that matches her vibe. There is even a delightful scent of vanilla and musk in the air, unique, and so undeniably Miko.

“Wow, it’s really nice in here,” you say softly, feeling a flutter in your chest as she gestures for you to sit. She follows suit, leaving only a breath of space between you. The tension in the air is palpable, a mix of heat and unspoken words. Miko’s gaze is intense, her eyes searching yours, and suddenly it feels like it’s just the two of you in the world.

“Gracias, mami,” Miko hums, and after a moment she reaches into her pocket, retrieving her vape pen. She holds it out to you, her eyes full of mischief. “Quieres un poco?”

You feel your cheeks flush as you take it from her. As you take a small hit, the sweet smoke fills your lungs. Miko watches you intently, leaning a little closer, and you can’t help but feel the heat between you. Your breaths become a little deeper, a little quicker, and for a moment, the world outside fades away. You can sense the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Eres tan adorable, pequeña,” Miko whispers, her voice low and smoky, making your heart flutter.

And that’s it for you.

Surprising both Miko and yourself, you grab the back of her neck and pour all your desire and adoration against her warm, soft lips. A moan escapes Miko’s lips, the sound like music to your ears, and the kiss becomes more passionate as it transmits the unspoken emotions that have been pent up inside you both. Your hands tangle in her hair, and she pulls you closer, her body warm and inviting against yours. As your hands explore each other's curves, clothes become discarded and long forgotten, your bodies molding perfectly like two kissing puzzle pieces. Miko gently guides you to lay down on the couch, her lips traveling down your neck, then your collarbone, and finally to the gentle swell of your breasts.

“Miko…” you half-moan, half-whimper as she sucks on the soft skin, your body instinctively arching against hers. She’s gentle yet fervent, each touch leaving sparks of electricity and wanting for more. Her name comes out in breathy sighs as she leaves love bites that make you hers.

Then, with a fluid motion that takes your breath away, Miko sinks lower, her warm breath teasing against your skin. The anticipation sends jolts of electricity coursing through your body. She drapes your leg over her shoulder, planting soft yet teasing kisses along your thigh, and just like that, Miko begins to lavish her attention on your aching pussy, her tongue gliding deliciously over your pulsating clit. You gasp, fingers tangling in her hair, a symphony of soft moans escaping your lips, and you gently urge her further into your core.

Miko looks up at you, her eyes filled with mischief and adoration as she continues her ministrations, her deliciously warm touch creating ripples of pleasure that reverberate through your very core. Every lick, every flicker of Miko’s tongue makes you squirm and beg for more, the outside world becoming nothing but a distant memory.

“More… please, more!” you beg, the sensations overcoming your senses. You feel your legs start to shake, your vision blurring, and the blissful pressure in your tummy starting to unravel.

Miko responds to your cries, her ministrations intensifying, pushing you over the edge of pure ecstasy. You feel her smirk against your skin as your fingers tangle in her hair, urging her on, and she groans against your core. You surrender completely to the waves of pleasure that leave you shaking and breathless beneath her, your moans and gasps echoing inside the trailer.

As the waves begin to subside, Miko crawls her way back up besides you, pride evident in her beautiful features. She cradles your face between her tattooed hands, whispering sweet nothings in Spanglish, her lips gently brushing over yours as if sealing her words. You melt against her, feeling safe and cherished.

“Eres increíble, pequeña,” Miko murmurs, her forehead gently resting against yours as a soft smile lights up her features. She pulls you closer to her, kissing your lips once more, her thumb brushing delicately over the curve of your cheekbone. “How about we go out to dinner tonight? I like you… a lot, actually.”

Your heart flutters. “I’d love to, Miko,” you breathe, feeling like the luckiest girl alive. Then, suddenly, the desire to pleasure Miko just as she has done for you makes you untangle yourself from her grasp and sink down to your knees.

“Ay, mami…” Miko’s breath hitches as she watches you, her eyes darkening with need.

“Let me take care of you, baby girl,” you purr, gently kissing Miko’s inner thighs, reveling in the soft gasps that escape your lover’s lips.

You lose yourselves in the heat of the moment, and all you can hear is the sound of Miko’s moans and pleas for more. When the door clicks, and Jovaan’s voice calls out for you both, you ignore it, entangled in your own world. As you pull back, breathless and grinning, you know this week is just the beginning of something beautiful.

[takusan-no-ai]

Rappa-Jitsu!

PAIRING: Sara/Yoimiya/Miko/Shinobu x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Their boyfriend thinks he’s a ninja.

Sara is often too busy for your shenanigans. She loves you and definitely wants you to be her husband someday in the future, but she can and will leave you to think about the consequences of your actions in jail. It’s quite rare that she bails you out of jail, and many times Sara is the one who arrested you to begin with.

She appreciates your help with upholding the law, but she wishes you would rein it in on the vigilante justice a bit. Your righteousness and sense of justice is beautiful to her, almost as beautiful as the Raiden Shogun herself, but Sara still sees you as a civilian; no matter how good of a ninja you are Sara’s first priority is to protect you (sometimes from yourself).

Putting criminal activities aside, Sara loves your more artistic abilities. She makes sure you get proper permissions first, but afterwards she enjoys her breaks from work by just watching you make art. Whether it’s graffiti tagging a wall with something glamorous, or attending to one of your shows and listening to you rap your heart out; as much as Sara obeys the Shogun, it’s your kind of freedom that she lives to see grow.

She doesn’t always openly show or admit it, but Sara has a loving heart. So much so that it hurts her to see you sad. She doesn’t know everything about your past, but she does offer a listening ear and her heartfelt support. For all the things that Sara is, she isn’t a selfish lover, and she wants her boyfriend to be happy and know he is loved.

Yoimiya loved you at first sight! You both meshed perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. You both loved being loud, making others happy, protecting people, and having fun. Yoimiya never had so much fun before she met you; don’t get her wrong, she loved hanging with Thoma, Ayaka, ect. But this was her first time having a boyfriend, let alone one she clicked with instantly.

She always looks forward to dates with you. There’s never a dull moment when you’re both together. She even came up with a secret language for the both of you, in regard to her struggling to understand your whole “Way of the ninja” thing at first. And she loves seeing how well you get along with children. Yoimiya hopes that your good vibes and influence can encourage them to spread that joy too.

Speaking of good vibes, Yoimiya started to promote the family business in a new way: the ninja way. Bright colorful graffiti inspired fireworks have her overflowing with ideas for hundreds of combinations. She’s even looking into making silent ones for ninjas who want to work with a little more flare. (You both don’t get how counterintuitive that is to ninjas).

There are times when you’ll stop behaving like usual, when your memories of the past come back to haunt you. How they’ve deeply affected you as a person. Yoimiya can’t stand to see her boyfriend, shoulder, rock, and best friend, suffering. So, to make you feel better, she’ll take you to a remote island, light some fireworks, and nestle into you.

After seeing her boyfriend’s ninjutsu skills, Miko immediately puts you to work. Sure, she may be a shrine maiden, the Guuji Yae, but even the Grand Narukami Shrine has a few…less than ideal issues it needs help cleaning up behind the scenes. Miko always makes an effort to praise you for your hard labor and righteousness towards protecting Inazuma.

She is aware of your circumstances involving a virus, which is why Miko was never bothered by your strange behavior and way of speaking. She is also aware that sometimes you’re able to skirt past those restrictions and speak your mind clearly. It’s during those periods that Miko is especially attentive of your feelings.

But Miko has never been one to mellow in the sadness. So one of her favorite pass times is teasing you about your ninja life. “Technically a ninja and a shrine maiden are forbidden to love one another.” She’ll pull that rule out of nowhere and watch as you try to find any and all loopholes from your light novels. She’ll tell you she’s joking…eventually.

There are few times she’s actually angry. Even Ei would avoid pushing Miko to her limits. But you? Her sweet, delulu boyfriend? No. You volunteered to help her shrine when they were short staffed, and it led to you rapping to clients about their problems. Graffiti spraying fortunes on scrolls, and completely breaking the dress code in unspeakable ways. Some say they can still hear the screams of an enraged kitsune chasing a screaming ninja across the vast ocean.

Shinobu loves you very much. She also loves when you’re not acting like a fool. Between Itto and those goofballs causing trouble, you werent any better. In fact, you being able to sneak around like a ninja made it more of a challenge for Shinobu to track you down. But she does always find you. And you’re lucky to be her boyfriend or else she’d discipline you harder.

She’s always having to bail you out of jail for many things: graffiti, vigilante justice, and loud rapping. She doesn’t mind babysitting you in comparison to her colleagues; it’s mostly thanks to your similarities with each other. Rebellious, independent, and intelligent in your own ways.

You’re both quiet about your pasts and don’t pry each other for details. But sometimes those memories come back to you, and you’ll bypass your restrictions to talk to her about it. Shinobu hangs onto each and every word, promising to protect your memories in her heart. She knows what’s it like to have secrets, as well as those days where you let them spill for just a moment.

Dating can be silly for a lack of better words. Dinner dates aren’t safe from your ramblings on the world of ninjutsu. And it gets even more chaotic when you both run into The Arataki Gang; Itto and you will get into a fisticuffs about whose style is stronger, meanwhile Shinobu is left wondering if she has a type for goofball men or if she just likes testing herself.

- Fin

[sunrisecaminus]

So I saw your thing with guardian breakdown but what if his little human friend ended up befriending Miko cause honestly I vibe with that kid and she seems delightful like reader straight up becomes like Miko's cool older sibling but unfortunately their guardians DO NOT LIKE EACH OTHER oh the chaos I really hope you do this the potential

Message - Perfect, down to the last molecule-

Guardian Breakdown x Reader SFW

Summary - You and Miko have to face both your mech friends battling...while also arguing about the war and politics. Will the friendship end?!

Warning - Violence

Grabbing some chocolates and caramel drops at the gas station, you pop out and walk down the street. Today was the day you see your curious little friend again, Miko. Being her friend was fun, but this might have been the only timeline y'all had met. It was such a coincidence to meet her at the monster truck show, watching her run from security because she didn't have a ticket to come in. You grabbed her and forced her to sit with you in the crowd, watching as the guards run past. Ever since, both of you have talked and had the best time of your lives. She was quite younger than you so it was more like a mother daughter relationship. You pick her up from school and take her home whenever she needed, letting her eat food at your house when she doesn't have enough money or if her grandparents forgot about giving her anything.

Her family life was so complicated, it was something Miko never liked to talk about, but she loved to spend time with you and be able to live in someone else's life. You work a job that gave you a very comfortable living situation so it wasn't a problem to get her anything she needed.

Going over to the school, you text that you are in the exact same spot as last time in the parking lot to pick her up. Today she said her grandparents were on vacation, while her "friends" were out doing stuff. Speaking of which, Miko never talked about her friends ever. It was something you have tried to talk to her about, but she said she couldn't tell you anything, specifically for your safety. It made you wonder if she was either faking having friends, or if she had joined a gang and couldn't get out of it. Nevada is not known for gangs, but it wasn't uncommon to see a few of them every now and again from the big cities. Jasper was right next to a huge city so it was kind of normal to see a few gang members zoom past or get some stuff.

You didn't give a single fuck about your safety. Known by all in Jasper as either a calming presence, or people just thought you were suicidal. What they don't know is that you are just like this because you were friends with a few robotic aliens that made you not really fear anything human related. A car accident? Nothing compared to the ship almost exploding and making you terrify for you life and the others. Getting robbed? Not as bad as the time you almost got kidnapped by the Autobots because they wanted to "save" you or something. You don't care about the politics of the Cybertronians, but you do care about Breakdown. He was the bot that got real attached to you after you helped him hide from a bunch of government agents. It was rough, but you both stuck together like glue and have been family for a few years now. Actually the reason you meeting Miko was such a coincidence, was because you only went to the show to record it all. Breakdown really wanted to watch it, but y'all don't have a TV on the ship so you gave him the recording by his com link. You didn't say anything about Miko, knowing Cybertronians don't really give a shit about human relationships.

The school ends with the bell ringing, the kids all busting out of their classes and running straight to the door. You see the doors opening and slamming on the wall as hundreds of children leave their horrible prison. Miko was one of the last ones, leaving with two boys that you recognize as Ralph and Jack. You wonder why these kids were friends with Miko. Both of them ride in rich ass vehicle, one is a blue futuristic motorcycle, while the other has a shiny yellow race car. Miko isn't in a rich family, and the only rich kids you know are pompous a-holes. She sees your car and runs up, getting in the passenger seat. "Y/n!!! School was boring!" Giggling from Miko's reaction, you give her the bag of caramel and chocolate, turning your car back on to the road. "Well, seems those kids seem to keep you company." Miko smiles, looking out the window and eating her little snack.

You get a text from Breakdown, being told that he has to pick you up quickly because Megatron needs you is a quick meeting with Soundwave about Jasper's layout or some bullshit. Sighing from not being able to hang out with Miko, you turn on a street to go to Miko's house. She sees what street you were driving on and perked up. "So soon?" Looking at her just for a quick second and looking back at the road, you nod. "Yeah sorry honey, I just need to do some extra shifts at work today. I'm happy to be able to even drop you home for you." Stopping the car, Miko gets out of the vehicle and stares at you. "You are so lame…but if it's for you to buy me snacks than ok." She gives you a wink and turns around to her house. You say goodbye with a chuckle and leaves, what you don't see is Miko turning back to watch you leave with a smirk. "There is more to you than you lead me to huh?"

Driving over to a giant empty parking lot, you stop in front of a blue car that towers your car. Opening the door, you get out while Breakdown transforms into his normal form. "Were you followed?" You smile and scoff jokingly. "You think of me so lowly. Am I still just a human to you?" Breakdown smiles and kneels, taking you into his servos. "You know I didn't mean that. I was just worried from seeing a few Autobots in the area." That statement got you into a serious stance. You never wanted to be kidnapped again, so knowing that those guys are around you is a bit troubling to say the very least. "I just dropped a friend off at her house, nothing more nothing less." Breakdown understands and nods, putting your body on top of his shoulder to walk back to the ship.

Just as you both were about to talk about your mornings, yelling is heard on the right and Breakdown looks over. He sees a familiar face as a truck is hurling towards him. "BREAKDOWN! Place the human down!" Breakdown dodges the best he could from the surprise attack and quickly placed you on the ground. You back away slowly and try to get behind your car as to not be seen. Breakdown growls and gets in a fighting stance, watching as Bulkhead puts his servos together and runs towards him. You can tell that he was not under orders because he went for violence first, usually those Autobots trying to reason with first. Looking around the area for an escape you see Miko behind a tree, watching the whole thing. Your eyes widen and run to her, taking her into your arms. "Miko?! What are you doing here?!" Miko gasps from your surprise hug and pushes you away. "What are YOU doing here?! You said you were going to work! And why are you with Breakdown?!" You opened your mouth to answer, but than you load exactly what she just said to you. Did she say Breakdowns name like she knew him?! What the hell is going on! "First of all, how do you know Breakdown?" Miko than looked like she said something she wasn't suppose to say as you continue. "Second, why are you not at your house?! Your grandparents are home and are probably worried sick about where you are!" She looks at the fight and back at you. Her hands clench into fists. "My grandparents don't give a flying fuck on where I am and you know that! And…Breakdown is a crazy maniac from the Decepticons! You didn't answer my question!"

You put your hands in your face and give a disappointed sigh. "He isn't a maniac…he is right now just trying to defend himself from Bulkhead. He came out of no where and attacked us! Also I know him from a few years ago. We see each other like friends. Now you got to go or the Autobots try to kidnap you too!" Miko gasps and shakes her head. "I am an Autobot, Y/n! You are a Decepticon?! How could you?" Before you could yell at her, the tree in front of you gets destroyed by Breakdown being thrown. Miko is pushed back from the impact and falls backwards. She lands right next to a gaping ditch and is about to fall into it, until you grab her by the hand and drag her away from the horrible fall. "No more questions! I don't care about this "Autobot" or "Decepticon" shit! You are my priority and need to stay safe! You are not apart of this robot war and need to get out of here before you get yourself anymore hurt!" Miko listens with wide eyes as you basically yell at her. "Breakdown saved me and I have saved him before many times. He knows I am not apart of this and don't desire to help! You should be the same or you might die! Do you want to die Miko?!" She shakes her head quickly, watching your face get even more angry. "Really?! Because all I see is a reckless child! I almost saw you almost fall and you don't even seem to care about it! I am not letting one of my only friends lose themselves over some stupid WAR!" You stop as you see tears form from Miko's eyes. Your brain go blank and realize you have been yelling at what is basically a middle schooler. You relax yourself and just hug Miko in a tight embrace. She hugs you back and cries through her words. "I don't want to die, Y/n! I really don't! I just want to be there for my friends! Bulkhead is everything and I don't want him to be hurt!" Sighing from her jumbled up words, you wipe her tears with your sleeves and grab her purse so she doesn't have to carry it. "Well, if I know the Autobots well enough. I think Bulkhead would be in more trouble if he figured out you got hurt from the attack. Don't you ever do that again…" You pick her up in a piggy back like hold and let her arms go around your chest.

Branches fly as the two bots are wrestling each other, giving you more of a reason to be angry. If they don't stop fighting, then more people could get hurt and than humans would find out about them. Miko looks at them as well and sniffles. "…Please make them stop, I want to go home." That gave you enough to straighten your back and clench your teeth. If Miko wants them to stop, than you will gladly make them stop their stupid horsing. Your shoes dig into the grass as you puff your chest out, ready to give them a mouth full. "HEY IDIOTS!" Breakdown of course stops first, looking at you. He had an angry look to his facial expressions, but than gives you a soft look of worry. He sees Bulkhead not listening and about to swing at him, so he grabs Breakdown by the arm and slams him to the ground. "What happened, Y/n? You hurt?" Bulkhead realizes what was going on and looks up at you holding a very distressed Miko with tears pouring down her face. That was when he started to relax his frame and listen. "Both of you are doing nothing but fighting like wild scraplets! Miko almost might've gotten a broken bone and y'all are not even watching where you are swinging! Me or her would be going to the hospital if someone got seriously unlucky!" Breakdown looks to the ground, knowing he is in serious trouble and lets go of Bulkhead, making the green mech look at him in shock. Miko taps you on the shoulder to motion she wants down. You do so and watches Miko run to Bulkhead and hug him on the face. "Let's go home, please?" Bulkhead softens his look as well, taking her by his servo and hoisting himself up, he looks over at you and gives a untrusting look. Knowing you are connected to the Decepticons isn't a good look for you, but caring about Miko is now giving Bulkhead some suspicions about what you really are and what your motivations are. He transforms and leaves with Miko in the car. Miko turns around in the car to see you for the last time today, waving goodbye. You give her a wave back with a smile and turn right back around to Breakdown. He looks at you and bows his head a little. "I am sorry, Y/n. I didn't know-" You interrupted him with a pat on the ped and shake your head. "Oh the screaming was mostly for that moss colored mech, you aren't in trouble." Breakdown looks up at you with shock, but then smiles. He transforms into his vehicle mode and lets you in the front seat. You hop in and finally relax. "So…you were saying about Starscream?"

[pascals-doll]

—★ GATÚBELA

╰┈─➤ IN WHICH ELLIE GOES TO A PARTY AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A MYSTERIOUS GIRL.

—★ READER INFO

LOYAL, FIERCE, AND ALLURING

─◌✰್ READER’S MOODBOARD

you were always sticking to what you knew, cautious of change which always created inner-conflict for yourself which is probably how you ended up in this situation. you found yourself with a cheating boyfriend and it just takes one night for your bestfriend!dina to take you out to reggaeton party, bumping you into the perfect stranger.

early 20s reader! reader is latina!, no specific-latina ethnicity identified just race (very little is written around certain mexican culture/heritage!!), mentions of tan skin-tone, references to latina beauty, tatted!reader, reader speaks spanish!!, mentions of catholic/hispanic religion, reader wears alot of bold eye makeup/cateye makeup, references to being like catwoman/ a femme fatale, reader wears la virgen/statement hispanic gold jewelry/medallions.

—★ ELLIE WILLIAMS INFO

TOUGH, PLAYFUL, AND EASYGOING

─◌✰್ ELLIE’S MOODBOARD

one night ellie is coerced by her bestfriend!jesse into going to a house party his friend was dj-ing. ellie was usually always away from the riled up crowds, smoking, mindlessly flirting with some girl if she got lucky while her bestfriend had some girl shaking it on him. jesse must’ve dragged ellie to just the perfect party, a reggaetón party where ellie isn’t in the back anymore.

early 20s!ellie, masculine!ellie, tatted!ellie, ellie learns about latino heritage/spanish, ellie having admiration for reader’s ethnic beauty!

—★ SERIES MASTERLIST

🫧 description: MODERN AU! SMUT/SUGGESTIVE CONTENT IN CHAPTERS, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF TOXIC EX RELATIONSHIP, IDENTIFICATION OF SEXUALITY , PARTYING, DRINKING, SMOKING MARIJUANA, VIOLENCE IN CERTAIN CHAPTER, SLIGHT MENTION OF BLOOD IN CERTAIN CHAPTER, INTENSE THEMES, ANGST, TALK ABOUT HOMOPHOBIA IN HISPANIC FAMILIES IN CERTAIN CHAPTERS.

🫧 LATINAS FOR ELLIE WILLIAMS RISE

🫧 THIS MY FIRST SERIES!!! PLEASE BE KIND AND I HOPE YALL ENJOY 🩵

🫧 this story has a whole ass playlist tbh on my spotify so i only put a tracklist so you could get a vibe of the storyline!

—🎧📼 MIXTAPE | GATUBELA -KAROL G ELLA ME LEVANTO -DADDY YANKEE 8 AM —YOUNG MIKO CLASSY 101 - YOUNG MIKO CONTIGO - KAROL G TE AMO -RIHANNA FINA- YOUNG MIKO Y BAD BUNNY DISPO-KAROL G Y YOUNG MIKO AGOURA HILLS -DOJA CAT OYE MI AMOR -MANÀ LES-CHILDISH GAMBINO LAND OF THE SNAKES- J.COLE MOONLIGHT -KALI UCHIS \\AGUARDIENTE Y LÍMON %ᵕ‿‿ᵕ% -KALI UCHIS

🎀CHAPTER ONE: GATÚBELA

🎀CHAPTER TWO: CONVENIENCE STORE

🎀CHAPTER THREE: DISPO

🎀CHAPTER FOUR: AGORA HILLS

🎀CHAPTER FIVE: coming soon…

© copy right claims to pascals-doll | do not try to copy/steal my series publishings in any shape or form. do not claim my work as yours.

[aquamarixx]

breaking the internet

chapter nine sparks fly as Hiori finds himself with unexpected realizations and plenty of "oh" moments, proving that love and self-discovery often come hand in hand. blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains fluff, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, hurt/comfort masterlist

You find yourself defending Hiori from haters on the internet, like the petty girlfriend you are. It’s become a borderline hobby at this point, arguing in comment sections and subreddits whenever someone talks trash about Bastard München or Hiori himself.

Of course, as the adult you claim to be, you avoid insults and low blows. Instead, you opt for scathing yet professional comebacks, channeling your skills as a journalist. 

And of course, like the smart adult that you are, you use a dummy account to do so. 

It’s a bizarre pastime, born from the hours you spend researching for feature stories, editorials, and video content at work. Your roommate, Miko, doesn’t think it’s that weird, but she does call you “the crazy girlfriend.” You disagree, though you can’t entirely blame her. 

After all, there’s nothing particularly normal about the sight of you furiously typing away at your laptop, decked out in worn-out college shirt and comfy pajamas, your hair an unkempt bun, crumbs of your favorite salted chips littering the couch. It’s a Thursday afternoon, and there you are, locked in a battle with sweaty fanboys whose egos are probably bigger than their actual football knowledge.

One night, while you’re deep in your moonlighting gig as Hiori’s internet knight, a message pops up on your phone. It’s from Hiori, probably fresh off training.

hiori_yo23: this you? 'Anonymous_screen322'?

Attached is a screenshot of one of your comments on a major JFA subreddit, your username staring back at you like a bright neon sign.

The comment?

A bold defense of Hiori as a better midfielder than Reäl’s Itoshi Sae. In it, you didn’t hold back, calling someone “a pathetic, stuck-up jerkface who clearly knows nothing about football stats because he’s too busy living in his mom’s basement, thinking the sport is all about goals and vibes.”

Panic rises in your chest. You stare at his message, fingers frozen above your phone screen. Before you can think of a response, your phone buzzes loudly, making you jump.

Hiori’s calling.

You take a deep breath and swipe to answer.

“Hello?” you say cautiously.

“Is it you?” he asks, his voice light, amused. You can almost see the grin on his face, imagine him lounging in his gaming chair, leaning back with his phone in hand.

You groan, burying your face in your free hand. “Yeah, it’s me. How did you even figure that out? I’ve been so careful!”

“That’s a pretty popular subreddit,” he says, a soft laugh escaping him. “Of course, I check it out sometimes. It’s fun reading people rant about everyone and everything. Plus, no one talks passionately about me like ya do.”

“Ugh, sorry. I know it’s weird,” you admit, laughing nervously. “I just… I like defending you. Gotta spread the Hiori Yo propaganda, you know”

He chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. “Don’t apologize. It’s kinda funny, actually. You’re like… the most respectful keyboard warrior I’ve ever seen.”

You grin. You’re just relieved that he doesn’t think you’re a total weirdo. 

But you slip up.

It happens during a night out with your coworkers. You guys are talking shop when you stumble across a post from a rival media outlet, written by the same guy you’ve been butting heads with since you entered sports journalism.

The article is a hot take about how midfielders and defenders are “insignificant��� compared to forwards and strikers. It’s basically him mansplaining the sport as if rating the players through style points matter. It’s obviously a bait post, made to rile up people and drive engagement. 

In a perfect world, you’d scroll past it. Even with two mojitos in your system, you’d roll your eyes and move on. But then he name-drops Hiori, among other players.

So like the petty girlfriend that you are, it meant war for you. 

Game on.

You crack your knuckles, take a sip of your third mojito, and start typing.

Anyone with half a brain would see this post for what it is: rage bait. As a journalist, you’d think you’d understand the sport you’re writing about. But clearly, you don’t.

You could’ve hit send. That could’ve been the end of it. But no, you’re just getting started.

The worst part isn’t your ignorance. It’s how you put down players who are doing their best under public scrutiny. Maybe you think no one will call you out, but think again. You’re just another toxic fanboy who pretends to know about the sport and brag about it around everyone you meet.  But hey, at least you’re doing everyone a favor for being a pretentious walking red flag yourself that even men and women who have terrible eyesight can see you from miles away.  I would rather be called biased for critically analyzing plays than be someone who’s just spouting jargon and putting down players as if he can play any better. Go read a book about football. Google’s free too. It wouldn’t hurt you to use your brain right.

By the time you’re done, you’ve unleashed a paragraph-long tirade. It feels amazing—better than the mojito, even. You put your phone down, smug, and rejoin the table.

The next morning, you wake up to a pounding headache and the sound of Miko banging on your door.

“Get up!” she yells. “Oh, you crazy, crazy girl. I didn’t know you had the guts to say this! Check your phone. Now.”

Groaning, you stumble out of bed and grab your phone. Notifications flood your screen. Tags, mentions, replies, likes. Confused, you tap one of the alerts.

And there it is.

The bait post from last night. The one where you defended Hiori.

You forgot to switch to your dummy account.

Panic washes over you as you realize you’d commented using your personal, professional account—the one tied to your job.

You open your work group chat, which is also blowing up.

your deskmate: ur insane. another coworker: brave but insane. your editor: Atta girl. 👍 Feisty’s good PR. Keep it up!

Relief trickles in when you read your boss’s message. Apparently, your little stunt worked in your outlet’s favor. People are flocking to your platform, calling it the one with “better takes.”

Miko walks in, handing you a glass of water and paracetamol. “You’re welcome,” she says with a smirk.

You scroll through the comments. A few criticize you for being “biased,” but it’s not like you’re reporting hard news. You write features and editorials, and in this day and age, people appreciate subjective, well-reasoned content over rage baiting.

Most of the comments are positive, commending you for calling out the post. It helps settle your nerves—until a new notification pops up.

A mention. From Hiori himself.

hiori_yo23: Always coming to our rescue. Thanks for taking care of us, /yn_offthepage.

Your jaw drops. The replies to your comment skyrocket. Everyone’s losing their minds over the fact that Hiori Yo noticed you. Again.

You roll your eyes, though you’re smiling. He’s teasing you.

You fire off a message to him.

yn_offthepage: Good morning to you too. Thanks for stirring the pot even more. hiori_yo23: Not my fault someone forgot to switch accounts during her white knight duties. yn_offthepage: I’m sorry, okay? I had drinks, and I got triggered when he mentioned you. hiori_yo23: yer good. It’s funny, honestly. but you don’t have to defend me. don’t want ya stressing over this stuff yn_offthepage: I want to, though. so don’t worry about it. thanks for having my back. hiori_yo23: anytime, princess. i gotcha.

Hiori is unusually excited today. It isn’t a high-stakes game, just an exhibition match between Bastard München and a visiting foreign team. A chance to relax, strategize, and test out new tactics alongside Ness, Coach Noa, and Grim.

The stadium is still packed, though. Even an exhibition match meant money for the JFA, and the crowd turnout reflected that.

Hiori played the first half, but midway through, he swapped out with Kiyora. The team is experimenting with different combinations, testing player synergies, and fine-tuning strategies. Even so, they secured a win, and Hiori felt good about the results, already anticipating the debrief with Coach Noa.

It’s nice that he’s getting pulled into these things for the team. It really shows the value he brings to the table and how he’s grown as a player with them.

After the game, he’s all smiles, he knows he’ll see you for sure. Until he saw them.

His parents. Both of them. Together.

They’re approaching him from the VIP section, their faces a picture of calm neutrality, though the sight of them side by side sent a jolt through Hiori’s chest. He has given them VIP tickets as a gesture, assuming only one might show up. They’ve vaguely mentioned attending, but he’d never expected them to come together.

Especially since they got divorced a year ago.

Breaking away from the team, Hiori approached them. He greeted his mom first, who pulled him into a warm, tight hug.

“Yo-kun, are you eating well? Have you been sick? Is that why you didn’t play the whole match?” Her voice was tinged with worry as she fussed over him, pinching his arms to check his muscle tone.

Hiori let out a soft laugh, trying to ease her concern. “M’fine, Mom. Just working on strategy with the coach and the seniors. It’s better to watch from the bench sometimes. Helps us figure out what needs improving. And it’s just an exhibition match.”

“Just an exhibition match? Are you hearing yourself, Yo-kun?” His dad’s sharp voice cut through the moment like a blade, his tone already brimming with frustration.

Hiori stiffened, his stomach knotting.

“You’re probably slacking off, that’s why you got benched,” his dad continued, crossing his arms. “I told you before, midfielders are easily replaceable. You should take notes from Isagi. Look at him—a go-getter. A real player. I thought Blue Lock and playing for the German club were supposed to make you better, but it’s like you’ve been regressing ever since.”

“Dad, that’s not—”

His father snaps, his voice rising. “What’s the point of being a player if you’re not the star? Are you really satisfied being second-rate?”

His mom tries to interject, placing a hand on her ex-husband’s arm. “Stop it, it’s—”

“I’m just telling him the truth.”

And just like that, It was like high school all over again. The criticisms. The pressure. The suffocating weight of expectations his parents had piled on him since he was a child. Memories flooded his mind. Nights spent training past exhaustion, lectures about how being the best was the only option, the constant feeling that nothing he did was enough.

His dad’s voice continued to ring in his ears.

“What’s the point of playing football if you’re not leading the team? If you’re not scoring goals, you’re just another cog in the machine. Football is a star’s game, Yo-kun.”

As if his dad could ever understand the intricacies of football. The roles. The teamwork. The balance. It wasn’t judo, where individual prowess reigned supreme, or high jump, where you competed against yourself. Football was about synergy, trust, and playing for the team, aside from being an excellent individual player yourself. But explaining that to his parents felt as futile as screaming into the void.

His gaze drops to the ground, shame burning in his chest. His dad’s voice droned on, but Hiori stops listening.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you.

You’re standing just a few feet behind his parents. The smile on your face dissolves, replaced by something he couldn’t quite place—concern? Sadness? Disbelief?

Hiori freezes. His chest tightens as if the air had been sucked out of the stadium. He wishes the earth would swallow him whole.

You aren’t supposed to hear this. Not the ugly criticisms, not the suffocating expectations, and certainly not the pathetic version of himself standing there, crestfallen and powerless.

He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He doesn’t know what hurts more. His dad’s words or the thought of you seeing him like this.

“Excuse me?” you say, your voice dripping with theatrical offense. Hiori has never heard you sound so offended.

“Are you talking about Hiori Yo? The Hiori Yo? The genius midfielder of Bastard München? Rated as one of the best midfielders in the league—on par with Alexis Ness and Itoshi Sae? Hell, maybe even better than Itoshi Sae himself? The best midfielder to come out of Blue Lock?” You look in absolute disbelief with what you’ve heard, it was written all over your face.

“You’re calling him a second-rate football player? Are you kidding me? Do you hear yourself, sir?” Your voice cuts through the air like a whip, halting Hiori’s dad mid-rant. Both of Hiori’s parents turn to look at you, bewildered by the sudden intrusion.

You place yourself firmly between them, just slightly closer to Hiori’s side, as though shielding him from further harm.

Hiori blinks, stunned. You don’t stop talking, but for him, it’s as if his entire world stopped and all he could see was you.

“That’s an utterly ridiculous take,” you continue. “Midfielders are the heart of the team. It’s a massive disservice and frankly, a huge disrespect to label them as second-rate players just because they’re not as flashy as forwards. Just because they don’t score often doesn’t make them any less important. And respectfully, let me correct you—this man,” you point directly at Hiori, your eyes blazing with conviction, “isn’t just any midfielder.”

Hiori can only stare, his mouth slightly open, as you keep going.

“This man is an ultrasadist of a midfielder. He controls the game. He calls the plays, manipulates his teammates and his opponents, and makes split-second decisions like a freaking mastermind. And that, sir”—your tone softens just slightly, your lips in a tight fine line—“is hot as hell, if you ask me.”

A poorly stifled snicker comes from somewhere behind you. Hiori recognizes it immediately. Isagi. When he glances around, he notices several of his teammates watching from a respectful distance, their expressions ranging from amused to genuinely impressed.

You’re not done yet.

“So please,” you say, your voice calm and deliberate now, though still brimming with authority. “I say this with the utmost respect to my elders…”

Hiori’s dad flinches, his earlier bravado faltering under your gaze.

“…show some damn respect to midfielders. Especially to Hiori Yo. He’s a damn good player, and any team would be lucky to have him.”

You step back, catching your breath, your glare never wavering. Hiori’s dad looks thoroughly flustered.

He clears his throat awkwardly, mumbling, “I—I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, Yo-kun.”

Yo-kun?

The shift in tone surprises you, but what catches you off guard more is his next question.

“Sorry, who are you again, miss?” His gaze shifts back to Hiori. “Who is she, son?”

Son? Oh no.

Your head snaps toward Hiori. He looks flustered, his face a mix of shock and panic as he tries to come up with a response.

“Uh… she’s… a friend,” he finally stammers.

Before you can process the tightening in your chest, his mom squeals in recognition.

“Oh! You’re the journalist who wrote about Yo-kun!” She beams at you, reaching for your hand and shaking it enthusiastically. “Thank you so much! I loved your article—it was so thoughtful!”

You’re too stunned to react. “Uh—thank you, ma’am…”

Before the situation can spiral further, Hiori gently pulls his mom away. “Let’s catch up later, Miss Journalist, okay?” His voice is cold, detached, and entirely different from the Hiori you know.

Your heart sinks.

“R-right. Sorry,” you mumble, bowing slightly before walking away as quickly as you can without outright running.

Embarrassment churns in your stomach. You just humiliated him. You overstepped. You messed up.

Back at home, you send him a text.

yn_offthepage: I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten involved. I crossed a line, and I hope we can talk about it.

You stare at your phone, waiting anxiously for a reply. Minutes feel like hours, and when he finally reads your message, the notification of him typing disappears. He leaves you on read.

Three hours later, a reply comes through.

hiori_yo23: s’fine. I’ll see ya tomorrow, ‘kay? have a good night.

You stare at the message.

Everything is definitely not fine.

The weather is perfect. Almost annoyingly so—like it’s mocking the nerves still clinging to you after yesterday’s altercation.

You’re supposed to meet Hiori at the station before taking him to your secret date destination. You’d planned it all out, but the anxiety from the day before had left you tossing and turning all night. Unable to sleep, you arrived early, only to find him already there.

Standing near the station entrance, Hiori sticks out like a giant amidst the crowd. He’s wearing a navy blue bucket hat, a windbreaker in a matching shade layered over a plain black shirt, straight-cut pants, and white sneakers. He looks good. Really good.

You glance down at your outfit—a frilly black skirt paired with a fitted white crop top that shows just a sliver of midriff. You hope it looks okay.

Walking up behind him, you tug lightly on his windbreaker. “You’re early. Did I make you wait?”

“Yer good,” he says, turning to you with a small smile. “I just got here.”

Before you can respond, he leans in, catching you off guard as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Hey!” you gasp, swatting his arm. Heat rises to your face as you glance around nervously, scanning for familiar faces. “Hiori, we’re in public!” you whisper. “What if someone recognizes you?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “What? Can’t kiss my girl now?” His voice is teasing, but the warmth in his tone makes your heart skip a beat. “And s’fine. Look around. We’re just a normal-looking couple on a date. Lighten up, princess.”

Before you can argue, he slips his fingers through yours, holding your hand firmly.

The train is crowded, as expected on a weekend. As you board, Hiori pulls you close to shield you from the jostling passengers. With your back against the train wall, he stands in front of you, one arm braced against the wall beside your head while the other keeps a firm hold of your hand.

He’s close. So close you can feel his heartbeat faintly through his shirt. The citrusy, woodsy scent of his cologne surrounds you, grounding you in the moment.

You stay like that for five stops, your body tucked securely in his protective space. Finally, you whisper, “Let’s get off here.”

Hiori glances down at you, nodding as he guides you through the bustling crowd and out of the station, his hand never leaving yours.

Once outside, he looks around curiously. “Where to now?”

“You’ll see.” This time, you take the lead, practically bouncing with excitement as Hiori trails behind, basking in your energy and the warm sun.

The two of you chat as you walk, catching up on small things. You pointedly avoid bringing up the incident at the exhibition match. Fear and embarrassment gnaws at your insides just thinking about it. 

Eventually, you stop. Letting go of his hand, you jog a few steps ahead, spinning around to face him with your arms spread wide. “Tada!”

You beam at him, gesturing toward the colorful entrance to the amusement park.

For a moment, Hiori’s expression is unreadable. Then, a soft chuckle escapes him as his face lights up.

“An amusement park?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

You jog back to his side, clasping your hands behind your back as you walk beside him. “Amusement park dates are a classic. Thought we’d try it.”

You reach for his hand again, lacing your fingers together. “Plus, you told me how you spent most of your childhood practicing or training for football. I figured you might’ve missed out on this kind of thing.”

A small smile plays at the corners of his lips.

“And for the record,” you add with a grin, “you’re never too old for an amusement park.”

Hiori stops walking, his eyes studying you as if seeing you in a new light. You’re pretty much accurate, if you ask him. 

“Thanks,” he says softly, squeezing your hand. “I’m looking forward to enjoying my first amusement park trip with you.”

And Hiori does. Both of you do.

Even though you’re not a fan of thrill rides, you indulge Hiori, letting him drag you onto roller coasters that he clearly loves. The first drop has you screaming at the top of your lungs, while Hiori sits beside you laughing, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. By the second ride, he’s still laughing, though now it’s at your expense.

You play carnival games together, trying to one-up each other to win a plushie prize. The competition is fierce, filled with playful teasing, but in the end, you both win something—two small plushies that you exchange with one another.

There’s a cafe stop for a light lunch, and throughout the day, you try as many snacks as you can get your grubby hands on—cotton candy, churros, and even some fried delicacies that make you laugh at how messy they are to eat.

It’s so much fun.

Hiori hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted to experience an amusement park until now. Growing up, he’d always thought he was better off training for football, trying to live up to his parents’ expectations. In high school, he’d closed himself off, preferring the solitary escape of video games. And by the time he hit his twenties, he felt too old for amusement parks, too self-conscious to admit he’d never been to one, or too shy to ask his friends to go with him.

But now, with you beside him, wearing ridiculous animal headbands and pinning cute ear clips onto his bucket hat, everything feels different. He finds himself laughing. A little louder and more free than usual.

You make him happy.

It dawns on him slowly, as the afternoon sun dips lower in the sky. You understand him. Not just surface-level things, but the deeper parts of him. The ones he doesn’t even talk about. You’ve barely been together, yet you see through his walls and make him feel safe to open up, even if it’s just a little at a time.

There’s no pressure. No crushing expectations. You don’t demand greatness from him or put him on a pedestal. You let him be himself. Just Hiori Yo. And for once, it feels enough. He feels enough.

He watches you from a short distance as you buy drinks for the two of you, his chest tightening with gratitude.

By dusk, you both arrive at the ferris wheel.

It’s the last stop on your itinerary, and as you wait in line, the twinkling lights of the park glow softly against the night sky. When it’s your turn, you step into the carriage and settle into the seats across from each other.

The ride starts, the gentle motion lifting you higher. Hiori admires you in the dim, golden light, the way it softens your features, your hair catching faint glimmers of color from the park below.

The silence is comfortable.

Until you break it.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out suddenly.

Hiori tilts his head slightly, his brows knitting in confusion. “For what?”

“For… yesterday,” you admit, your voice quieter now. The carriage continues its ascent, and as the lights dim outside, Hiori’s face grows harder to read. You swallow nervously, wondering if you just ruined the moment.

“I didn’t know they were your parents,” you say quickly. “I just… spoke out of instinct. I didn’t mean to offend them.”

Hiori’s lips press into a thin line, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“I know you said I didn’t have to defend you, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t just stand there and let them talk to you like that.” You glance down, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap.

“You’re… you’re so amazing, Hiori. And I want everyone to know that. Even if people call me a groupie or a biased journalist, I don’t care. What I care about is telling the story of the incredible midfielder I know.”

You’re rambling, but the words won’t stop spilling out of your mouth it's like word vomit.

“You’re a great player and a great person. I know I probably say that a lot, and maybe it doesn’t mean much anymore, but I mean it every time. And I’ll keep saying it because it’s true. I think you’re amazing, Hiori—not as a fan, not as your girlfriend, but as someone who knows you.”

Your voice falters as the words leave your lips, and the carriage comes to a gentle stop at the very top of the ferris wheel. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t focus on anything except Hiori’s stunned expression.

His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open as though he wants to say something, but the words don’t come. He closes his mouth, then opens it again, but nothing escapes.

You look away, embarrassed, and the rest of the ride descends in silence.

By the time the carriage reaches the ground, you’re staring out at the park lights, your chest heavy with regret.

Hiori takes your hand as you both step out of the ferris wheel carriage. Despite the late hour, the amusement park is still alive with soft, buzzing energy. The lively chaos of the day has given way to a calmer, more magical ambiance under the glow of twinkling lights.

He leads you to the boardwalk, stopping at a clearing that offers a breathtaking view of the entire park, its vibrant lights stretching out into the night.

Oh god, he’s going to break up with me. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

Your stomach churns as you stare down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey,” Hiori says gently, his fingers guiding your chin upward until your eyes meet his.

“Hi,” you whisper, your voice shaky.

He scratches the back of his neck, a faint laugh escaping his lips. “Sorry, uh… I’ve been processing everything you said earlier. Ya kinda caught me off guard. Had me tongue-tied there.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, words tumbling over each other. “If you want to break up, it’s okay. I understand. I—it was stupid of me to say all that—”

“Hey, hey, who said anything about breaking up?” he interrupts, his voice laced with concern.

“But you were so quiet,” you say, your chest tightening. “I thought you were mad.”

“I’m not mad. Not at ya,” he reassures, his tone soft yet firm. “I’m mad at myself for not saying those things sooner.”

You blink, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Sure, I was shocked when ya stood up to my parents. But… it made me happy. I didn’t realize how much ya admired me or how ya saw me. It was brave of ya.”

He pauses, fiddling with the zipper of his windbreaker, his eyes darting downward.

“My parents… they’ve always been like that. My mom’s gotten better lately—she’s trying, y’know? But my dad… it’s been harder with him. After what happened yesterday, though, we talked. The three of us. It was short, but they actually listened. They even apologized.” He hesitates, glancing at you. “Ya helped, a lot. It’s progress, if you ask me.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice. Without thinking, you take his hand, tracing soft circles on his palm, hoping to soothe his nerves.

“And earlier,” he continues, his voice quieter, “I didn’t realize how much it bothered ya that I didn’t bring it up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make ya worry.” He leans forward, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

“Ya just flustered me, is all,” he admits, a small smile tugging at his lips. “The way ya see me… it’s different. Not like the way other people do. With all the pressure and expectations. And I like the version of me that ya see. Ya make it feel like everything I’ve done to get here was worth it. Because I met you. And I’m here with you.”

“Really?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

“Really.” He grins, his thumb brushing against your hand. “And by the way, the amusement park? Amazing idea. I had so much fun. Thanks for taking my amusement park experience virginity.”

“Oh my god, please don’t call it that,” you groan, bursting into laughter.

“But you called me an ‘ultrasadist’ and, I quote, ‘hot as hell.’” His grin widens, his breath warm against your skin as he teases you.

“You and your big ego,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“Hey, ya did this,” he says with a chuckle. “Ya make me feel like the best player in the world.” His lips hover dangerously close to yours.

“You are,” you murmur, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Better than Noel Noa?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh.” You kiss him again.

“Better than Itoshi Sae?”

“Yup.” This time, the kiss lingers a little longer.

“Better than Gagamaru?” he jokes.

“Don’t push your luck, ultrasadist. Gagamaru’s the GOAT,” you quip, playfully swatting his chest.

Hiori laughs, pulling you closer. “Yeah, I’ll take my chances. As long as I have ya.”

This time, the kiss is deep, his hands resting on your hips as yours cradle the back of his neck. It’s slow and tender, yet filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

And then, fireworks.

Literal fireworks burst behind you, painting the night sky in dazzling colors like the world itself was celebrating this moment.

Hiori doesn’t pull away, the explosions reflecting in his eyes as he looks at you mid-kiss. He wishes time could stop, because that’s how it feels kissing you right now—like fireworks. Stunning, explosive, and beautiful.

He just can’t get enough of you.

amari's notes: i literally wrote this just last night. the coffee i got from the cafe yesterday was so good i can barely sleep. definitely the longest one i've wrote. i had to write this by hand, which helped for some reason before i typed it out and it came out pretty good. it's been a busy month for me, with my vacation coming up and my birthday too. but i plan to update one more time this month! anw, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask. i'll greatly appreciate it! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (if you wanna join the taglist, just comment or send me a message!)

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I'm literally unable to write. Not physically, I can write on my phone while my laptop's broken, but I'm just like a puppy, unable to focus on a single idea. My mood changes so fast and ideas of completely different vibes just flood my brain.

Here's a sample of how my thoughts course when I sit down and try to write something.

"Okay, that fic idea from the poll is nice... Actually somebody requested Shenhe in Dark Days, yes, that would be genius, I would write the fic from another character's perspective... Wait wait wait, I'm a bit sleepy, how about some cozy headcanons for sleep habits of the Genshin women? Yeah, Ganyu would be a cute little cuddlebug, Dehya would just pass out on top of her man and Shenhe would be an instinctual big spoon- Wait, I'm feeling frisky now, let's get on writing a fic where Reader is just a toy for Arlecchino and Signiora as they hate-fuck each other, yeah that would be wonderful; no wait I should write some whump, really make the characters cry! What could I do to the reader to really hurt them? Yes, he should be beaten up by an enemy and play tough guy, only to see that she is crying and taking it way worse than she usually does so he has to be vulnerable and, being hurt, be the one comforting her instead of the reverse. Oh! Or maybe something happens to reader and the woman is moody for the rest of the day and - contrary to her girlboss sort of image - reveals that what happened to her husband has unsettled or saddened her? Hm, but what about a simpler aesthetic fic that just glazes how beautiful their bodies are, how wonderfully they blend with movement and give off a strong, distinctive vibe? Maybe something comedic, maybe Yoimiya is an eternally horny little gremlin? Or maybe the reader is a stereotypical boob guy with only one thing on his mind, with the women teasing him about it? Or maybe something softer with the reader being a so-to-speak "mommy's boy" and his gal, like Yelan or Lisa indulges him, spoiling him like the cute boy he is? Damn, but what about motherhood? I'd love to write an adorable fic about the hybrid/inhuman girls with their adorable pups? Maybe Kirara piling into one big cuddle puddle with her kittens? Or Miko constantly being followed by a chaotic trail of mischievous and overtly active kits? Or maybe Ganyu cradling her daughter as she is carried around the city? I haven't done a second horror fic though... Maybe I should give that Ganzfeld attempt inspired fic a shot? uuUuUUUUuhh but I gotta make a continuation of the Down Bad series, with the men too - somebody requested it. But what about that Gorou X dog hybrid reader?! Man I need to get on to that someda- Wait a moment, how many requests are there?! Jesus Christ, I must be such a disappointment to the readers... What about Equals?! I need to post it too... And I need to make an Emilie fic... And I need to push through my holdup on that Mermay request, but it's the 21st of June! Oh my God... What have I need doing all this time...? Please for the love of god just focus on something and write it... Oh this is getting stressful to even think about! It's so hot too, I need to get water, I need to eat something, I've not slept for 20 hours, my plant has died, I need to fix my laptop and get to work on the translation... No, no this is too much I'm out. I'll try again later."

And so the page is as blank as it initially was. No change has occurred.

...

Come on, is this what I've devolved into?

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

A Pair Made in the Pits

TFP Megatron x Reader

Summary: A soulmate au where near everyone has the first thing their soulmate says to them marked into their wrist. What a shame Y/n's is in some unknown language. Living with this for 7.5 years, she decides to settle down in Jasper, Nevada, not knowing that being the teacher in charge of the exchange student's overall academics and wellbeing in the school would lead her to being involved with giant robots and finding her soulmate in an unconventional method.

A/n: Sorry for the long summary! This is my first published transformers fic, so please be kind. If there are any inaccuracies, feel free to message me. I hope you enjoy my story!

WC: 2099

Chapter 1: Falling Behind Pt. 1

Chap 2, Chap 3

“Miko! Miko Nakadai!” The woman briskly walks down the hall, after the young exchange student who looked back and groaned in annoyance.

“I know. I know.” As the woman comes to a stop, Miko waves her off, “My grades need work. I need to pay attention in class. I can’t keep drawing on the desks. Can I go now?”

“Very funny, young lady-”

“You’re only ten years older than me- stop calling me that.” She crosses her arms and looks away.

“Miko, you know you were supposed to come by the office to pick up some papers for your host parents.” The woman places a hand on her hip, and raises a brow expectantly, “Any reason for you to skip out on me?”

“There’s a bike.”

“A… bike.”

“Outside!” She rolls her eyes again, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “I saw it from my last class, and I wanted to draw it. It’s gonna be gone if I go to the office and get the papers. You know the desk lady talks for, like, a million years.”

“Mrs. Albert does have a penchant for talking… tell you what- why don’t you go sit on the stairs of the school and draw that bike. I’ll grab the papers and bring them out to you. Just promise to stay on the entrance stairs. Ok?” 

The girl whoops and breaks out into a run, excited to be let off the hook of being subject to Mrs. Albert’s stories of her childhood. “Thank you, Y/n!!”

Y/n shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips as she watches after the Japanese girl then makes her way to the office, silently knowing she’ll now be listening to one of the aforementioned talks. The woman was sweet but goodness, she needs to join a bookclub, or something. 

“Ah. Y/n, dear! I thought Miko was supposed to be collecting these?” 

There, sitting behind the desk, is Mrs. Albert, smiling as brightly as the sun. Her curly gray hair frames her rounded, wrinkled face- giving her the vibe of a grandmother who is about to offer you either butterscotch or one of those little red candies wrapped in those strawberry wrappers. The older woman was just as sweet as she appeared, which made Y/n feel the slightest bit guilty when she would dread one of the long-winded stories, Mrs. Albert never fails to tell.

“Hello Mrs. Albert. I let Miko go off to draw something she saw outside. She was too excited to say no, I’m afraid.” Y/n gave an airy but clipped laugh. “I told her I would bring her the papers for her host parents.”

“You’re too easy on that girl.” Mrs. Albert teasingly chastises, “Though, I guess I can’t blame you. That girl is the first exchange student you’re in charge of, it’s no wonder you’re so lenient with her. It reminds me of how I treated my baby, Samuel. Did I ever tell you about Sammy? He was such a delightful boy. He was heartbroken when he never got his quote…” She teeters off, the solemn look now on her face doesn’t suit her. Y/n had heard this story before, but it isn’t often that it comes up, nor is it often for ‘Sammy’ to be brought up at all. Not that it isn’t understandable as to why.

Quotes- a subject Y/n always loathes hearing about. 

The thing about everyone’s quotes is that they link people to each other- your other half, according to many. Most people receive their quotes sometime at 18 years old, a few will get them younger, and even fewer never get them at all. Many times, if a person does not receive their quote, they don’t live for much longer- whether it be due to the societal pressures that they failed to meet, due to no fault of their own; or they have some kind of accident. Long story short, if you don’t get your mark by your 19th birthday, you spend the rest of that year mourning and wondering what will become of you. Not to say everyone without a quote dies, but they are a particularly rare find, that’s for sure.

On top of that source of dread, each quote comes in the native language of wherever your partner is from, so once people get their quote, they are either thrilled and/or they hit the books to understand their other half’s language. Meaning that with the gibberish printed on Y/n’s arm, she’s cursed with the unknown regarding some so-called soulmate. 

“I’m sorry, dear. I shouldn’t mention quotes. I know you don’t like talking about them.” Mrs. Albert looks at her, a level of pity swimming in those big, brown eyes behind those glasses she adorns. She pats Y/n’s hand comfortingly, looking at the long sleeves she wears, even in the midst of September in the middle of Jasper, Nevada.

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Albert. I’ve been living with my quote for about 7 and a half years now. I’m ok.” Y/n smiles, knowing she didn’t mean any harm. “...About those papers?”

“Oh! Oh, yes. Let me grab those for you, dear.” She jumps up and walks over to one of her filing cabinets and quickly snags one of the multiple files out and hands it over. How she keeps track of where all of those papers are is baffling, but Y/n supposes the years of practice have definitely helped. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” Y/n keeps up her smile and nods at the older woman. “You have a great rest of your afternoon, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Have a good night, Y/n. And be careful- I’ve heard that those street racers have been causing more trouble recently.” She calls out as the young woman leaves the office.

“I will!”

As she closes the door to the office, the smile on Y/n’s face slowly fades and she takes a deep breath, trying to brush off the snaring emotions surrounding her quote. After another breath, the woman rights herself and begins making her way down the hall, Y/n sifting through the papers in the manila folder, ensuring all of the papers are there. Her progress report and reviews from her teachers didn’t spell out anything good even so early into the year. All subjects but art, music, and english were less than adequate.

I’m going to have to talk to her about her grades again. 

“Alright, Miko, I have your papers fo- Miko?” Exiting the front doors, Y/n looks around for her student, only to find her running off down the sidewalk. “Miko!” She takes off after her, cursing herself for not working out more. 

This girl is gonna kill me.

Miko finally stops to peek around a corner, and the woman slows to a stop and leans against her own knees, heavy breathing covering up any sounds around her. After a moment of steadying her breath, she looks to the girl on her left, irritated, “Miko, I told you to stay on-”

“Shhh!!”

“You did not just shush me, young lady.” Miko gestures to whatever is so important that she ran over for, revealing a giant robot and a boy. A very familiar boy. “Jack Darby! You get away from that thing this instant!” Y/n yells, making both the teen and robot jump and look to her and Miko’s direction. She runs up to the boy, looking him over for any possible injuries, and pulls him behind her next to Miko.

“What?! He should totally go with!” Miko looks at Y/n, who keeps her eyes on the visibly bothered robot, like she’s crazy, and argues that he should do the opposite.

“Absolutely not! We don’t know what that thing even is!”

“Scrap.” The blue robot looks to Jack and then to the other two, standing up from her previously kneeling position when she had been speaking with the teenage boy, her tone obviously exasperated, “I have to bring all of you with me.”

“Excuse me? I am not going anywhere, and neither are these children. You wanna abduct someone for whatever wacky robot thing you have going on? You leave these children out of it.” Y/n crosses her arms, looking up at the blue and pink being before her, not willing to step down- much to the distaste of said robot.

“I don’t have time for this-” The bot raised her hand to the side of her head with quite possibly one of the most bothered expressions Y/n had ever seen on a human or anything else. “Bee, you need to come back… the kid is fine, but we’ve run into a couple of issues.”

“Did you not hear me? You can’t just-”

“Oh, I heard you, but I can and I will.” Apparently done with what Y/n can only assume was some kind of phone call- that or this was not only a giant robot but a crazy one at that. “I have orders and you’re now part of those orders because you were nosy.”

“We’ll act like we never saw you, not that anyone in their right mind would believe any of us if we told them we saw a giant robot lady that wanted to- what? Take us to some government facility and lock us away because of seeing whatever kind of prototype you are?” Y/n argues back, left hand on her hip and her right pointing up at the mech accusingly, to which the mechanical woman’s jaw falls agape before screwing up, insulted.

“We weren’t made by humans, and you are wasting my time. I have better things to do rather than argue with some woman who’s putting a hitch in today’s plans.”

“Oh, well I’m so-”

A yellow Urbana 500 with black racing stripes drives up behind Miko and Y/n and revs the engine, making the woman jump and the teen whirl around, excited to see yet another possible robot. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Y/n weighs her options. If she tries to take the children with her, it is possible these robots, while they may not have shown any aggressive or violent responses, it couldn’t be confirmed that they wouldn’t, if there was any opposition. The safest option was, unfortunately, to go with the kids and keep them as safe as possible. No matter how much she didn’t like this. 

“Ok… alright.” Another deep breath in and out. The kids are what’s important right now. “We’ll come with you, but these kids stay as safe as possible.”

“That was the plan.” The dead tone rings through the alleyway, continuing to irk the only other adult present, but before Y/n could say anything, the metal woman transformed into a motorcycle, having Jack move around her, reluctantly getting on and Miko enthusiastically hops on with absolutely no hesitation. “Get in Bee, and we’ll meet you back at base.”

And then they were gone, leaving Y/n frustrated and clenching her fists with the other vehicle behind her, probably another transforming thing- hopefully with less attitude. Grumbling about the behavior of not only the bot, but the reckless behavior of the children as well, she turns around and awkwardly half-smiles at the yellow and black car- all of the frustration draining out of her.

“I don’t suppose there’s a person in there whose, like, codename is Bee, is there?” The bright lights of the car flick on and off a couple of times before the right side backdoor opens, confirming her fear. Letting out a quiet groan, Y/n walks to the awkward door, hoping there is a human ‘at base’ to help explain what the hell is going on. Getting in, she looks at the empty driver’s seat, then notices hair sticking ever so slightly above the passenger seat. “Oh, thank god. Another person. What is going- How many children exactly are you lot abducting?!”

A series of beeping, whirring, and whistling is the only response Y/n receives from the car’s radio as said child shyly smiles up at her. “Hello. Bee says we aren’t being taken, but someone named Optimus needs to see us after what happened yesterday.”

A moment’s pause settles over the car before Y/n leans back in her seat, rubbing her hands across her face, the car finally beginning to move and quickly pick up speed, “What exactly happened yesterday?”

“Um…”

I would much rather be listening to one of Mrs. Albert’s stories right now.

[in1-nutshell]

I know your on a break from requests but I don��t want to forget this one, so I’m just gonna leave it here till your back to taking requests ☺️

The butts and cons reacting to An adult buddy who is an archeologist and actively studies and learns the cybertronian language and history. A buddy who is in charge of a team that travels around the world too study history. And she has studied the cybertronian language so much that she can read and write it, she can sort of speak it aswell.

I can’t stop thinking about this, especially because I love the idea of a certain archivist (Optimus) and archeologist/historian buddy having little knowledge sharing conversations…..possibly romance 😏

But you do you boo

Tried going for a pre romantic vibe for this one. Optimus deserves a friend to just be himself around. Introvert to introvert levels of friendship. Lets see how Buddy navigates their friendship with Prime.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy the archivist and who studies Cybertronian culture with Optimus Prime

SFW, slight romantic, platonic, Human reader

Buddy was an archivist that worked alongside Agent Fowler. They met while they worked as a former spy for the government that retired that life to pursue their passion.

They met the bots with him.

“Autobots. I’d like you to meet a friend of mine that will be working with you. This is former agent Buddy.”--Fowler

“Why bring us a former agent, Agent fowler?”--Ratchet

“Because ratchet, they are in charge of learning about your culture and in charge of helping you all learn about Earth’s culture.”--Fowler

“…Are they okay?”—Bulkhead

Buddy staring intently at Optimus’s frame.

“What do you—Buddy, Buddy no—”--Fowler

Buddy locking eyes with Optimus.

Optimus locking optics on Buddy.

Both-- Introvert radar on: Potential Friend spotted.

“Well good luck with that. See you all in 5.”--Fowler

“Wait what do you mean? Agent? Agent!”--Ratchet

It was Budy’s job to get to know the giant aliens more. They would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy learning about the bots culture. They had gotten to know the members of the misfit team through the years. Sure, it did lead to some misadventures along the way, especially when the kids came along…

“Beeep? (Buddy, can I ask you a question?)”—Bumblebee

“Sure Bee! What’s your question?”—Buddy

“Beeep bep bop? (What does ‘babygirl’ mean? I heard Miko saying that to Jack.)--Bumblebee

“… Where’s Miko?”—Buddy

Despite this, they especially hit it off with Optimus.

Buddy seemed to have awaken Orion Pax from time to time with their thirst for knowledge.

Prime and Buddy by the screens looking at Iacon records.

“By the Primes…”--Ratchet

“What is it?”--Arcee

“I think I know why Agent Fowler said, ‘good luck’.”--Ratchet

“Why? They seem to be fine? What harm is that?”—Arcee

“Do you think it’s in section 3ab part 4 sub article 15?”—Buddy

“No, maybe in section 3.4 ab part 5 sub article 16?”—Optimus

“Oh, true maybe its—“--Buddy

“There’s two of them now.”--Ratchet

The Prime is more than happy to share his planet’s culture alongside the rest of the team. But those moments are usually reserved for the two of them.

It was their thing.

Soon enough the kids and June came into the picture.

Buddy wasn’t going to lie and say it was easy to explain their job to them. But the sight on their faces when they would go in depth about a certain topic was priceless. It was always nice to have someone interested in this line of work.

“You know you can ask Bulkhead about this stuff, right?”--Buddy

“That’s right you can ask me about stuff.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah but some of the stuff you weren’t there and Buddy is pretty much a walking wiki page on Cybertronian history.”--Miko

“I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not? But thank?”--Buddy

“If you want history why don’t you ask Ratchet or Prime?”--Bulkhead

“I want a quick story not a university lecture.”--Miko

Now, did all this knowledge make them a bit bias about the war.

Yes, yes it did.

But Buddy wasn’t blind in the way stories go.

They secretly want the Cons input on the war and their beliefs. They have lost count of the number of times they have stood up for the bots against other humans.

The worst one came from June after she tried to take the kids away from the base and blaming the bots for letting them get hurt on their watch.

“June stop that right now!”--Buddy

“Why! They let the kids get hurt on their watch!”--June

“I understand your concern but let them off the hook a little okay!? They don’t have optics in the back of their helms you know!”--Buddy

“They still—”--June

“We are at war June! Whether you want to open your eyes to it or not! People are going to get hurt. No one can promise a safe return… no one can. So, for the love of Primus, June, shut it.”--Buddy

Optimus never saw the fury in Buddy’s eyes than in that moment. Nonetheless he is a bit grateful for them standing up while he tries to take that blame. The team does let Buddy know they appreciate them.

Buddy did get kidnapped one day by Megatron himself.

By the time the planned hostage negotiations were going to happen, Megatron had gotten a hit of nostalgia. It came in the form of his tiny hostage.

“So, you’re Megatron?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Now—”--Megatron

“Oh finally! You have no idea how long I’ve actually wanted to meet you.”--Buddy

“…What—”--Megatron

“I have so many questions to ask you and your cause.”--Buddy

“You want to know about the Decepticon cause?--Megatron

“Yes! I mean, I know pretty much what the autoboots have had to say, I want to know the war from your causes point of view. For example, how did it start? From what I heard, you wanted to bring a new change for your fellow Cybretronian were things were going to be better for everyone. And, not to embarrass you or anything, but I quoted some of your earlier works—”--Buddy

Megatron now looking at a smaller Orion Pax talking about his works.

“… Pax.”--Megatron

“I—what?”--Buddy

“You’re designation now is Pax.”--Megatron

“Oh I guess—”--Buddy

“Come with me Pax, I have plenty of Decepticon data pads that you can look over.”--Megatron

“Okay!”--Buddy

Megatron couldn’t bring himself to destroy the fleshy. They were an organic replica of how Orion Pax was before the war. Dare he say it, but he missed the smaller bot he once knew and grew to call brother. He can’t do it.

“Lord Megatron, may I be so bold—”--Starscream

“You may not.”--Megatron

“—as to ask you why the organic is doing with that data pad?”--Starscream

“They wanted to learn more about our cause, isn’t that right Pax?”--Megatron

“I finished with this one, may I have another one?”--Buddy

“Of course, Soundwave.”--Megatron

Soundwave passes another data pad to ‘Pax’.

“Thank you!”--Buddy

“…Did you name the organic Pax?”—Starscream

“Is that a problem Starscream?”—Megatron

“Of course not—“—Starscream

“Then silence. Come now Pax.”--Megatron

“All right then. Bye Soundwave! By Starscream!”—Buddy

“…What in the Pits…”—Starsceam

Megatron didn’t want to seem like a weakling to his army, so he decided to do the hostage video but as soon as he got what he came for, to split with Pax.

Optimus was furious to hear about Megatron’s negotiations and that he had Buddy. Everyone was angry and ready to get Buddy back. Prime is considering the possibility of cutting off more than Megatron’s arm this time around.

Everyone goes to the location where Megatron said the negotiations would be held.

Its to everyone surprise to see Buddy come out of the ground bridge with a little bit of scratches here and there.

“Buddy!”--Everyone

“Hey! How’s everyone?”--Buddy

“How did you escape?”--Ratchet

“Oh, I didn’t.”--Buddy

“You did not?”--Optimus

“No, actually I managed to strike a deal with ol’ Megs. I get to go back to you on the condition that I return to the Nemesis every month or so. And before you say anything, no details from either side.”--Buddy

“Well, we’re just happy your back.”--Bulkhead

Later…

“Hey Optimus.”--Buddy

“Yes?”--Optimus

“I didn’t know that Megatron had a soft spot for nerdy archivists.”--Buddy

“… Apparently he does.”--Optimus

“What are you guys talking about?”--Miko

“Lecture work.”--Buddy

[riskyraiker]

Hi! Just saw that your request is open, could I request for a HC of TFP characters (and the humans if you're comfortable with it :D) with a cybertronian reader who's a popstar.. like she used to be a very famous popstar in Cybertron before the great war! platonic btw, it's just how they will interact with em (This is just a bonus but: the reader has the same vibes with shining glitter cookie 😭) sorry if this is a bit confusing, thanks!

AHHHH I LOVE THIS!! I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR A WHILE. I did the autobots for this one, but let me know if you want decepticons aswell!

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Being a popstar was awesome! Until now, because of the war. Life was great before. Interviews, shows and interaction with fans filled your schedule everytime, but right now? You ran for your life to the closest escape pod what you could find. Shooting and screaming could be heard behind you, but you ignored it and ran faster. Jumping into the escape pod you activated it and left, but it put you into a stasis coma for safety travel reasons. After eons you wake up on a strange planet, but soon as your hearing recovered you heard shooting. Did you even escape Cybertron and fell asleep? You wondered. Hiding behind the huge pod, you let the fight continue until it stopped. You could hear an feminive voice speak so you peeked from behind the pod. You saw...AUTOBOTS! What a relief for you, but the autobots soon noticed you and held you at gunpoint.

Optimus

Optimus didn't realize it was the one and only popstar from Cybertron at first, until you tell who you were.

He grew comfortable really quick around you aswell :D

Didn't react at all at first, but surprisingly got really happy about seeing you. (His inner Orion pax woke up)

When he was Orion Pax he loved i mean LOVED your style in music and performing.

Would smile the whole time when you explaing happily about your music or about your past life to the team

He also loves your style of your plating and armor as they shine and glimmer in the sun.

Would have a secret soft spot for you and loves to go patrolling with you.

He would NEVER miss a performance from you when the team has any free time.

In short he would be a secret fanboy and who never shows it

Ratchet

Ratchet was shocked to see you. You! The famous popstar alive after all these years since the war started. He didn't know much about you tho.

He did not like your loud personality at first, but grew to it since Miko is even worse.

Does like the way you perform, surprisingly since you're a popstar for frags sake! But accuses of it being a waste of time.

He would sass back sometimes, since he's so grumpy all the time (grumpy old man!)

Would spare you from his small tantrums!

He rarely sees it, but when he does he absolutely is hypnotized by your shiny plating!

Bumblebee

Oh he would be overjoyed to see you!

He's such a fanboy he won't even think it through when he's already running to hug his biggest ex-idol (His present idol is Optimus 100%)

Would always listen about your stories from before the war. Or would help you make songs if you ever had time.

The moment you said that you want his beebs and boobs (heh nice) in one of your songs, he almost passed out at that moment.

Would spend as much time as possible with you, because who wouldn't?!

He absolutely would stare at your glimmery plating everytime you were outside

Every time you performed he would be dancing and beeping along with the music.

Arcee

Didn't grow fond of you until like 2 weeks.

She has heard about you before and during the war.

Somehow she did like your music after you played it around the base.

When she gets to know you the gossiping will NEVER EVER end.

She would also trust you enough to tell you about her traumas and all the loss she has gone through.

You two start to act like sister after a month or few.

She does like to watch you perform sometime, but might think it's a waste of time.

The moment she sees your plating shimmer in the light she would mention it IMMEDIATELY!

Would sing with you if you asked

Bulkhead and Wheeljack

OH THESE TWO WOULD LOVE YOU!!!

The way your armor/plating shines when it's in natural light, the way you sound and dance, the fact that you used to be popular! Would make them want to befriend you immediately. (Not in a bad way ofc!)

They would be the second biggest fanbots you would have on the team!

Dances for their lives when you sing or perform!

Would listen your music quietly when they're on patrol aswell.

Don't forget! If you need some ideas for songs these 2 would rush over even before you can finish your sentence. (They still make bad ideas xD)

The humans

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED!!!

Miko would love you the most from the kids ofc!

"A POPSTAR?! CYBERTRONIAN POPSTARS EXIST?!" Would be the first thing you hear when she gets to know what you used to do in cybertron.

Jack would find you cool (Not as cool as arcee. So he won't hurt her feelings)

Raf would love and examine your shimmering plating after a while he stared at it, but was too scared to ask so you mentioned it to him yourself

In short the kids would be inlove (platonically of course! They're kids!)

June would find you interesting, but never meets you that much so she doesn't get to know that well unlike the kids.

[tan1shere]

can you do a part 3 to film wife where after you finish a make out scene with miko for her new music video, y’all go back to y/n’s trailer to see that miko laid out a ton of roses and asks you to be her gf ends in smut obviously 🎀

Film Wife pt 3

Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: sure can, bow anonie <3 might be the last of this series unless yall come up with an idea I'm truly vibing with !! - sorry if this is short 😅

Warnings: this is so much more fluffy, soft sex, just sweetness tbh :) tribbing, eating out, pet names, swearing a lil, that's about it tho

Pt 1 , pt 2

Masterlist

It was the norm now. You'd always do scenes with her, everyone loved it. Everyone also assumed you were together. But that wasn't the case... Just yet. Little did you know she had something in mind tho.

4 pm in the afternoon and you had finally finished this one part of her new song. "That's a wrap, you two nailed it!" The director called. You smile at Miko. "You did amazing as always." She tells you, making your smile widen more. "Why thank you." You go over to grab some of your things, slowly turning to realize she was staring at you. "You ok Miko?" She gives you a smile. "Think you can stay around a bit longer?" The curiosity in you increased. "Yeah sure, what for though?" You ask intrigued. "Just come into my trailer in a few minutes yeah?" She starts to back up, heading out to her trailer with a smile.

After clearing up a bit, you make your way over to her trailer, knocking and entering. "Miko?" You didn't see her at first but all you saw was candles and a few flowers. You let a tiny laugh escape your lips. "Miko? What's all this-?" She suddenly is in sight smiling like crazy. "I feel like it's about time I ask you a certain question." You knew. You starting smiling just as much as she did. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/n. My forever wife?" Your eyes lit up so much, nodding. "Yes ofcourse María." She thinks she just fell inlove with you right then and there. The way you said her real name. Her arms extend out for you to walk into. You wrap your arms around her torso, resting your head against her chest. Her chin sat atop your head, staying there for a moment before she kissed it.

"In the few months we've known each other I never want to spend it with anyone else." Your smile was so wide, your cheeks started to hurt. Her words made your stomach do so many flips. She soon begins to lean down and kiss you, backing you up and onto the small bed in there. Falling onto it gently, the kiss remains. Slow but passionate. Sure you've had moments like this with her but nothing this special, it was about time she asked the question. Her lips move to your jaw gently. So soft and tender. It truly made your heart melt at this specific moment. "Youre beautiful." She mumbles against your skin. Everything about this was so delicate, her words, her voice, her touch. Your hands go to grab her face. "All you." Staring into one another's eyes.

Clothes were gone in a second, not too eager but also not as slow. You wanted this to last forever, her lips move down your chest. Moans fell from your lips, feeling her kisses go lower. "María.." You breathe out, and this woman almost cums immediately just from that. The way your voice was so fragile. The way you say it makes her brain go completely fuzzy. It was her new addiction. "Say it again.. please?" You bit your lip a tiny bit as you feel her hot breath above you. "Mmm- f-feels so so good, María.." Everything about the way you said it was intoxicating her brain completely. She almost forgot what was going on. Her lips danced around your thighs gently for a bit. Taking her time with you, but you currently didn't mind. The intimacy was comforting. Her lips finally met your cunt, making your hands grip her hair softly.

You let out another breathy moan as her tongue slides up and down. Raking your hands through her soft silver hair. The feeling of it on your fingers made you go crazy, her tongue added to that. Moving at a faster pace. "P-please.." You sigh out, feeling that sweetness coming. "I got you, come on baby." She says against you. Sending vibrations all throughout your body. Increasing that burning pleasure, as her hands roam your naked form. Her movements sped up, immediately feeling that coil begin to snap inside you. Releasing right into her mouth. She ate every last drop of it, before licking her lips, with a subtle smirk. You admired her tattoos, it turning you on to the max. Reaching out to grab her arms, and bringing her closer. "No strap.. please." And how could she ever deny that.

Her smile was growing yet again. "Ofcourse angel." To which she soon lined up with your pussy, slowly and gently lowering herself. You both let out breaths and moans at the feeling. Grabbing her face with your hands, bringing her down to kiss you. You could taste the lingering sweetness of yourself on her lips. Instantly moaning into the kiss. Her movements were strong, still carrying that same passion. "You feel so good mama." She then whispers near your ear, making your breath go rapid. "S-so do you.. fuck!" Your brain goes crazy. Feeling it spin with insane pleasure. You grab her bicep, getting her to look into your eyes. "Together, please.." Your voice was nearly angelic. She swears you just came down from heaven. She even thinks she has too with the way she's feeling.

Almost euphoric. "So close mami.. know you are too." You nod at her words, letting your head fall back into the pillows behind you. Your grip tightens on her arm, letting her know you're just about there. "There you go, that's my girl." Just like that you're cumming in an instant. Her following shortly after. Pants, moans, breaths filled the small trailer. Her arms bring you in close as she lays down. "I love you." You say. "I love you too, wifey."

[salemsuccss]

Hi! Can I please request Miko and bff reader where she was so excited to surprise us with the Wassup video thinking we'd love it so much, but instead we're super jealous of the girl in the video. While arguing with Miko, reader accidently admits she's in love with her and it leads to soft smut

Omg I absolutely love this request! My very first request🤭

Warnings: soft smut, reader is jelly, cursing, bffs to lovers, no strap *gasp*, ✂

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It’s April 23rd, the day before your best friend's song, Wassup, drops. Miko made you swear on your favorite snack that you wouldn’t listen to any teasers, just so she could show you the finished video the night before.

So here you are sitting on her couch, as Miko paces in front of her TV.

“Are you sure you haven't seen any spoilers?" She's not pacing nervously anymore, but she is staring into your eyes.

"Miko, love you've asked me like 5 times now. Can we watch the video, I'm beyond excited and impatient." Glancing at her with a slight pout, she finally gives in and sits next to you before hitting play.

It takes all of you to refrain from jumping into the video.

See, you had a problem...you were in love with Miko. Having been friends for a while, you decided to keep your crush to yourself. So here you are, watching a video of your hot best friend while sitting right next to her, as she looks back and forth from the TV to you.

Your face is almost blank as you try to keep your composure. You don't jump when she pops on the screen with short hair, she showed you straight out of the salon weeks earlier. However, you bite your lip lightly, face flushing oh so slightly.

You had been bopping your head to the music since the beginning, but that stops when you reach the middle of the video. It was just Miko standing and vibing by herself, short hair with her tats out, she looked so fucking fine. But then a girl walks over to her, and she stops, resting her arm on Miko. The girl looks into the camera as Miko slides her hand into her back pocket. SOMEONE seems to be thoroughly enjoying this music shoot..

Me gusta que allá abajo Baby Miko me la bese.

A slight frown flashed across your features as you translated; the frown deepened before you fixed your face and went back to bopping your head..

But Miko catches your expression and pauses,

"¿Nena, qué te pasa?" She turns to you, slight concern on her face. You don't respond, just shaking your head with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Miko scoffs lightly, standing up and pulling a chair to sit in front of you.

"Don't lie [y/n], I've known you way too long. I know when you lie to me."

"Miko, I'm fine. Seriously, drop it." Your voice carries a bit more attitude than you intended to. Miko's eyes snap to yours.

"Watch that mouth [y/n], I know something's wrong."

"Bruh I said I'm fine. Stop pushing it and let's finish the video that you seem to reaaally be enjoying recording." Miko scoffs at you. "What is that even supposed to mean?". You roll your eyes.

Both of you keep going back and forth, causing the air to get tense and heated. You try to keep it together until Miko says something that breaks your resolve.

"Ya se que te pasa...estas celosa. Cualquiera cree que somos novias por como actuas." She laughs not knowing how badly that stung.

Your eyes snap to hers, glossing over slightly.

"For fucks sake Miko I can't keep doing this." You take a deep breath before confessing. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I'm acting like this because I'm actually in love with you??" The anger leaves your body, leaving overwhelming sadness to take its place. Miko freezes in front of you. She always had a feeling, but she never asked, not wanting to make it weird between y'all.

"[y/n]…what are you saying?" Miko gets up and sits next to you, worry and confusion etched on her face. She gently places your hand in hers, thumb rubbing your knuckles.

"I never EVER wanted to say anything. At first, it was just a silly crush because we were always around each other, but it became more serious. When we were apart while you were on tour, I realized my crush wasn't so silly."

She didn't look at you any differently, her eyes softening as you spoke.

"Why didn't you say anything?" She's still confused because in her head, she had been dropping hints left, right, and center.

"To be honest, I didn't want our friendship to be awkward. Every time I wanted to confess, you brought up how you were talking to a new girl. In my mind, telling you would only complicate things."

Silence settles over you two.

You slip your hands out of hers. Looking away from her, you mutter softly, "You can leave Miko." But you don't get a response; all you hear is shuffling. You huff, getting annoyed, just wanting to cry and be alone.

You turn to her, "Miko, can you ju-" you're cut off by Miko slamming her lips on yours, her hands coming up to cradle your face. You sit stunned for a bit before melting into the searing kiss. Pulling away, you lock eyes with her.

"Amor, you don't understand how long I've wanted to do that. I've been dropping hints forever, I just assumed you didn't like me that way." Your jaw drops, your eyes search hers before you start giggling.

"We could have been together for years Miks." She laughs and smiles at the nickname before nodding and pulling you into a heated kiss. She pulls you up and off the couch, wrapping her hands around your waist. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her neck. She swallows the whimper that leaves your lips when she nips your lip.

She mutters a small, "Fuck", before grabbing your ass and wrapping your legs around her waist. You gasp as she lifts you to your bedroom. She sets you gently on the bed. Spreading your legs, she slots herself right in between them.

Slowly, you both lose bits of clothes, leaving y'all naked, limbs tangled together. Miko locks eyes with you before turning you onto your back. She slides down to your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and marks down your neck and chest. She hooks her arms around your thighs before sliding her tongue deep into your folds.

You throw your head back, fingers tangling in her short hair. "Miko fuck." She eats you out with a passion, your whimpers and moans only fouling the fire. Holding down your hips, she feels your thighs tremble as your orgasm hits. Loud moans and her name spill from your lips.

She laps up every drop you have to offer before crawling back up to lock lips with you. You moan as you taste yourself on her tongue. She pulls away, her eyes sparkling

"¿cómo estuvo bebé?" A smile spreads across your face. "Perfecto mi amor! I can take one more round tho." She pecks your lips before smirking and sitting up. She lifts your leg onto her shoulder, allowing her to slide her pussy on yours. The contact pulls a long moan from both of you.

She sets a slow, sensual pace, feathering kisses down your leg. Feeling her stomach tighten, she speeds up. Her clit sliding perfectly against yours.

"Lets cum toghther baby." her voice is raspy and breathy. Her hips speed up, and you grab the sheets, needing something to hold onto. Your hips buck into hers as you cum toghther, the sound of both of y'all slick mixing togther sending you into a state of bliss.

Miko leans into your leg, catching her breath. She places your leg down and lies down next to you. She pulls you into her side, kissing your cheeks before running a hand back down your folds. She slides two fingers into you, pumping them slowly as you whimper into her neck. Sliding them out and into her mouth, she moans at the taste,

"jodidamente sabroso."

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Notes: i will edit it later, it took so long or no reason (writters block and the sims). Enjoy my loves

[pinkslipxox]

Hola nena 🩷

Can i request Miko with a sassy afro-latina (boricua) reader? Basically personality like Maddy Perez, but not toxic 🤣

Hola mi amor! Hope you excuse me but I’m not familiar with Maddy Perez but I hope you like this one regardless 🥰❤️

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In the heart is downtown, the air was electric with the rhythm of life. You leaned against the hood of your car, eyes sparkling with mischief as you waited for your girlfriend, Miko. Tonight was going to be full of adventure, and you could hardly wait.

Miko arrived, the engine of her ride growling as she stepped out, looking effortlessly cool in a colorful oversized jacket and statement sneakers. You couldn’t help but smirk at the way she was looking at you. You were clad in a fitted top and high-waisted jeans that hugged your curves just right, radiating the confidence that could be seen within a mile.

“Diablo, mami,” Miko murmured with a smirk, her voice smooth like honey. "You’re out here serving looks."

Y/N arched an eyebrow playfully, crossing her arms. “Honey, please. I was waiting for you to show up in something more than just your usual drip.”

Miko laughed, the sound rich and infectious. “You know me better than that. Guapísima like you, I had to step up my game!” She walked closer, her swagger undeniable, and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm embrace.

“See, now that’s what I’m talking about,” you teased, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. “But don’t let that go through your head.”

Miko smirked, brushing a finger along your cheek. “Oh, I love that fiery spirit of yours. It’s why I fell for you in the first place.”

“Fell hard, huh?” you shot back, your voice dripping with sass as you playfully flicked Miko’s cap. “I don’t blame you. I’m a whole mood.”

“You’re more than a mood; you’re a whole-ass vibe, babe,” Miko corrected, laughing.

“Duh! Now enough chatter, vámonos a comer!” you declared with a wink and Miko shook her head fondly at you.

“Carajo… cuanto te adoro, Y/N,” Miko murmured as she intertwined her fingers with yours as she began to lead you down the street towards the restaurant.

Behind you two, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow around them, a perfect backdrop for you two. With every playful banter and shared laugh, you felt the world fade away, leaving the two of together, bounded by love and a shared spirit that was undeniably vibrant. Nothing could ever kill your vibe, not on your watch, or Miko’s.