#b.o.b x reader

[leorawright]

This is just something I had in mind @magewisdumb

B.O.B headcannons

Overwatch's sexiest character™️

Whether you two are in a relationship or just friends B.O.B is incredibly protective over you

He can talk, but he doesn't talk often except for small meaningful conversations

It's likely that at some point, B.O.B. will carry you around

Since he's lived with Ashe and been her bodyguard for so long its likely that you and Ashe are friends if you're in a relationship with B.O.B

He can cook and no one can tell he otherwise

Just tell him what you want and he'll happily make it for you

His love language is acts of service so anything that he can do for you he wants to do it

Whenever you want to ramble about something talk to B.O.B about it

Whatever you tell him, he'll remember it and chime in sometimes with questions or observations

You'll never second guess if he's listening or not

Sometimes, if you're lucky, he'll let you wear his bowler hat, or you can just grab it off his head he thinks it's cute when you wear it

[bookyeom]

pairing: mingyu x reader word count: 3k warnings: kissing, swearing, Mingyu being a simp

Author’s Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it’s not necessary. (Also, this fic in particular references the iconic 1987 film Some Kind of Wonderful, but I think I explained it well enough for someone who may not have seen it! However, if you haven’t seen it… Watch it. In my opinion, it tops all of those “must-see” movies like Sixteen Candles, etc. I adore this movie. The OG friends-to-lovers.)

nothin’ on you by b.o.b., bruno mars

they might say hi and i might say hey but you shouldn’t worry about what they say ’cause they’ve got nothing on you, babe

You groan as the doorbell rings, your eyes finding the time on your phone. You’d just settled in with your bunny pajamas and your rattiest, biggest, comfiest sweater, and you really don't want to move now. What you want is to disappear into the couch that you’d spent way too much money on, under your favourite blanket, and mindlessly scroll through social media videos of cats for hours while pretending you aren't perpetually single on the holiday of love. 

As much as you try to ignore it, the ringing only becomes more persistent, mixed with obnoxious, intermittent knocking. You groan again and stand up, making your way over to the door in annoyance. There are only a handful of people who would dare to be so irritating — Soonyoung if he wanted food, Chan if he wanted to show you a new dance routine, or… 

“Mingyu?”

“Hi,” he says brightly, and your brain short circuits. He looks as wonderful as always, black hoodie and sweats, eyes warm as he waits for you to reply like a normal human. 

You know that the right answer would be a greeting in response, but all you can think to say instead is, “It’s Valentine’s Day?” When Mingyu’s face falls a little bit, you hurry to explain yourself. “I mean… Do you not have plans?” 

Admittedly, that response isn’t much better, but you genuinely don't know the answer to your own question. You had just assumed that he did have plans — you hadn’t even considered the possibility of him being alone today, honestly. You hadn’t really wanted to think too much about it. It wasn’t like it’d be hard for funny, kind, Adonis-among-men Mingyu to find a date. All he had to do was smile at any man or woman in his general vicinity and they’d be under his spell. 

You know first hand what that feels like.

Your best friend showing up at your door on February 14th has replayed a thousand times in your brain. You’ve been head over heels in love with him for years now. The fantasy usually consists more of him in a tuxedo holding a huge bouquet of roses, proclaiming his love for you before kissing you passionately, but you can’t deny that you like this casual, tuxedo-less Mingyu just as much — if not more. He’s just… Mingyu. Soft and warm in that hoodie that you love, holding a box of your favourite pizza in one hand, a bag of who knows what else in the other.

“Do you not want me here?” He pouts, and you cave.

You sigh, but a smile makes its way to your face regardless. “Of course I do, Gyu. I just thought you had plans, that’s all.”

“I do,” he counters. “With you.”

You ignore the flutter in your stomach at his words, ignore the soft smile he sends your way when you move aside to let him in. “Alright, then… Let’s be single as hell on Valentine’s Day, together.” 

Mingyu beams, stepping past you and into the apartment. 

“Movie?” He suggests as he slips off his shoes and immediately makes his way to the kitchen with the pizza. You hear the sound of cupboards opening and closing as he makes his way around with ease, like he knows where everything is like the back of his hand. Because he does. Your heart stutters a bit in your chest at the reminder of how well he fits into your life, how well he knows your apartment.

He knows you pretty well, too, which is actually a big part of the reason you’re so surprised that he’d shown up today. 

Because anyone who knows you knows that you’re in love with Kim Mingyu. Even new people who spend just five minutes with the two of you can tell, and you’re basically a pro at dismissing the couple questions by now. It seems the entire world can tell you’re head over heels except for the man himself, and you really don’t understand how he seems to have absolutely no clue. If he did, you don’t think he’d be so cruel as to suggest spending Valentine’s Day together. 

And yet here he is, moving around your house like it’s his house, too.

He has no idea, you remind yourself. He’s just alone on Valentine’s Day, and he likes spending time with you. That’s all.

You busy yourself setting up in the living room, making room on your side table for the pizza and whatever else he’d brought. You catch sight of yourself in the reflection of the TV and grimace. Theoretically, you’re both dressed casually, so you shouldn’t feel underdressed for this impromptu hangout. But in reality, Mingyu looks better than everyone else all the time, no matter what he’s wearing. He reappears a few moments later looking every bit the part of an athleisure model with the pizza box, a bottle of wine, and a box of your favourite chocolates in hand.

“A heart-shaped box of Lindt?” You can’t help but blurt out. It isn’t unlike Mingyu to bring your favourite snacks to movie night, but it’s Valentine’s Day, and the chocolates are in a heart-shaped box.

“It was on sale,” he shrugs in response, settling down on the couch, and you want so badly to question the peculiar choice further. You don’t.

You hand him the remote, grabbing the blanket from where it had fallen on the floor at your abrupt departure from the couch while he puts a movie on. He seems to know exactly what he’s looking for, which is interesting considering he’s one of the most indecisive people you’ve ever met.

“What are we watching?” You ask. “Action? Thriller?”

Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, his other arm already outstretched for you to fall back against. You settle in next to him, pulling your knees up and draping the blanket over the both of you.

“I thought we could do something a bit different tonight,” he finally answers after a pause, and you look up at him in surprise. 

“Like what?”

He simply nods his chin towards the TV, where the opening scenes of the movie he’s chosen are beginning to play. You recognize the title immediately: Some Kind of Wonderful. 

Your heart leaps into your throat.

You’re not sure what to make of this. You’ve never seen the movie, but you know the premise of it: two best friends falling in love. This has to be a joke. You can’t help it as your entire body stiffens, and you tell yourself to relax. 

You can’t.

“Why?” You finally blurt out. Your chest feels tight. You don’t know if you’re reading far too much into it, but when have you ever watched a romance movie together? You’ve expressly made sure that you didn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Mingyu replies. “Thought it would be nice.”

You’re looking at him again, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He finally acknowledges you with raised eyebrows of his own, meeting your eyes briefly before motioning to the TV with his chin.

“Can you just watch it? It’s a good movie, I promise. Give it a chance.”

You nod slowly, doing as he asks, but you can barely focus for the next hour. Everything has been so strange; the movie choice, the way he’d shown up with wine and chocolate — all of which could have been excused, maybe, if it wasn't for the fact that Mingyu is acting strange, too. He’s normally so pliant against you during movie nights, so clingy. But tonight, despite your closeness on the couch, all he does is rest his arm loosely around your shoulders. No fingers tracing your skin, no pulling you against his side, no getting distracted by your hair and attempting to make a shitty braid with it. No maneuvering his own body so that he’s the one with his head in your lap. It feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s waiting for something.

What in the world is going on?

It’s excruciating, but you try to focus. You’re almost there when the ending scene begins to play, but your whole body is still tense. You watch as the main characters, Keith and Watts, finally kiss in the middle of the street, and you think you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You swear Mingyu has tensed up beside you, but you don’t take your eyes off of the screen as Keith finally speaks his confession. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well, you’re stupid,” comes the words from Watts, and you suddenly feel tears pricking at the back of your eyelids. This all feels a little too real. Why did he put this on? What the fuck is Mingyu playing at? 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” At Keith’s last words of dialogue from the screen, you feel Mingyu’s grip on your shoulder tighten. 

“You never asked,” Watts replies, teasing, and you can’t take it anymore. You turn to your best friend, eyes wide, and he slowly moves to turn off the TV.

The atmosphere in the room has shifted dramatically, and you can’t look away from him, frozen. You can’t utter a single word. He’s picking at a piece of thread on his sweatpants, eyes downcast as he avoids your gaze. 

It hits you like a brick, the reason why he’s being so strange. It’s because he’s nervous. 

There’s no way. 

A million thoughts race through your mind, a million reasons why going down this road could be a bad idea. But you have to ask — you have to know.

“Why didn’t you have plans tonight, Gyu?”

He meets your eyes again, and you can barely breathe. His gaze holds firm, intense, as he says, “Because I wanted to have plans with you.”

“On Valentine’s Day?” The insinuation of your words is clear, and you know that Mingyu understands exactly what you’re asking.

His eyes remain steady on yours as he replies, easily, “Yes.”

So simple. Certain. Sure. 

You remind yourself to breathe, gathering all the courage that’s left in you to speak again. “‘Why didn’t you tell me?’”

You watch Mingyu’s face as you repeat the words from the movie, your voice trembling just the slightest bit. He’s really looking at you now, a soft smile on his face at your words, and your heart leaps into your throat. He’s stunning. He’s always stunning, but the way he’s looking at you right now has you feeling like you’re walking on air. His gaze is so warm, and you don’t want to look away from him ever again.

“‘You never asked.’”

“Neither did you.” Your words are your own now, and Mingyu nods, using the arm around your shoulders to pull you in against his chest. You flush as he draws you towards him, and you briefly wonder if you’re dreaming.

“You’re right.” He gazes down at you fondly, and your hand lifts tentatively to his jaw. He nuzzles into your fingers, turning to gently kiss your palm, and your eyes don’t leave his mouth. His free hand lifts to rest on top of yours, before he softly runs his fingers down your arm and up to your shoulder, your neck, your face.  

“‘I knew you were stupid’,” you quote cheekily from the movie script again. Mingyu’s lips break into a wide smile as he lets out a surprised laugh, canines on full display as he beams. 

Then he’s using his whole body to pull you into him, silencing your own giggles with a kiss. 

Your breath is caught in pleasant surprise, and you can feel him smiling against your mouth. You’re impressed with how quickly you’re able to respond after your brain factory resets, the feeling of his lips on yours stunning you for only a moment before you react. Your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly and earning a pleased hum from him. His teeth gently sink into your lower lip in retaliation, and you can feel your entire body react to it. His hands find your hips, helping move you so that you’re in his lap. All you can feel is him as he pulls you in closer and closer, kissing you like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. He finally breaks away to kiss along your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, before moving to slowly press one final kiss at the base of your throat, and you can feel goosebumps spread across your skin at the featherlight touch. 

“I love you,” he whispers softly, and you lower your chin to meet his eyes. You can’t help the giddy smile that’s broken out at his words, and you feel a bit like you’re soaring as he continues, “I’m in love with you. I really am, and I need you to know that.” His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, his fingers gently massaging the skin there, and your forehead falls to his. 

“Mingyu…”

He hums, and you pull back to look at him, your fingers moving to softly trace every part of his face. You’ve long since committed him to memory, but one more time can’t hurt. He waits for a moment before he lets out a whine, burying his face into your collarbone.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You let out a giggle. “Why?”

“Because I’m shy.”

You let out a snort, and Mingyu pulls away to pout up at you. Your fingers gently brush over his lips, his nose, his cheeks, and you can tell he wants to hide again, but he doesn’t.

“I love you too,” you say softly, and his pout is gone. “I have for a really long time now.”

He surges forward to press another kiss to your mouth, and you can’t help but gasp into it. You can tell he’s satisfied with himself as he smiles, pulling back just to say, “Guess we’re both stupid then, huh?” 

You laugh, and you can almost feel the happiness radiating off of him as his arms fold around your back, pulling you back in and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders, your head softly falling to rest atop his.

“Oh my god,” you hear him mumble after a few moments of silence. You hum in question, and he moves to look up at you again. “I’m so excited to date you,” he says, his face full of genuine joy. You can feel yourself flush crimson as he continues, “I’m going to date you so hard. You can’t stop me. I’m going to hold your hand all the damn time, you have no idea.” 

“I can’t fucking wait, boyfriend.”

A/N: thank you so much to everyone for all the love on the other fics so far :) Here’s the fifth of our Thirteen Valentines just in time for the holiday/Carat Day! Who better to celebrate with than Kim Mingyu himself? Special shoutout and dedication to the best girl @tae-bebe, who fell victim to the Mingyu enemies-to-lovers trope irl :) xx

Please please please reblog if you can to spread the word, and check out the Thirteen Valentines masterlist! If you want to be added to the taglist, send me a message :) Your kind comments and reblogs don’t go unnoticed, I promise.

Taglist: @waldau @wqnwoos @gyuminusone@savventeen @eoieopda @minisugakoobies @wheeboo @lvlystars@darkypooo @christinewithluv @bella-l (Strikethrough means it wouldn’t let me tag you, I’m sorry!)

[ccswife]

Oh No..

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part 3: drunk words, sober thoughts

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***song has designated playing time. will be in big red font.

pairing๛: kate martin x iowau!reader

synopsis๛: kate catches you watching your saved edits of her

warnings: sexual content, mentions of drinking

not proofread again smh sorry

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Its been about 3 days since deciding to distance yourself from kate. and trust me, its been incredibly hard; not only do you miss her desperately, but you have to be around her constantly due to your training duties. you try your very hardest to ignore her at practices, only communicating when absolutely necessary. an example being when she gets knocked over, hard, during a pick and roll gone wrong. she smacked her head pretty badly, and you had to carry out concussion protocol. or, when they are in the weight room for lifts, she almost always needs direction for 1-3 exercises. this instance is arguably way worse than the other, considering you have to touch her and guide her into the right form. whenever you have no choice but to talk to her, she gives you these big puppy eyes. you love them, but again, stubborn ol’ you wont actually fix anything right now.

one day after practice, when you had just finished explaining stretches to jada for her hamstrings, caitlin and gabbie come over. gabbie looks worried and caitlin has a very serious look on her face, the one she only wears before giving the team a pre-game talk.

“y/n, we need to speak to you” caitlin starts. "yea, its nothing bad so please dont make that face!!" gabbie sees the worried expression you hold. looking around the gym, you slowly nod and look between the two taller girls. "alright...go ahead..."

"we have noticed-" caitlin pauses and looks at gabbie for reassurance, gabbie in turn nods her head and caitlin turns back at you. "you and kate have been rather, distant! and that is very weird for you too."

"usually you two are inseparable, and you seem like youre ignoring her, whats up?" gabbie continues.

mouth wide open, you start to move it but no words come out. the fact that they said something and noticed the ignoring was on purpose threw you off enough, and now you have to tell them why. 3 things go through your head. 1) lie to their faces. 2) tell them the truth and get yelled at. and 3) turn and run as fast as you possibly can. gabbie looks at caitlin and they turn and whisper for a second, you still standing there, trying to form a coherent sentence. caitlin turns and says "you dont have to tell us right this second, but we are here for you, so feel free to come to us whenever you need, ok?" she puts her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in a small circle. your eyes dart back amd forth between them, and you peep out a little 'ok thanks' before turning and walking away. usually people didnt pick up on the things you did, kate did though. shit, even when you try to hate her its so damn hard because she knows you like a calculator knows math. you felt like your life was slowly falling apart, like a broken pot thats been trying to stay together, but crumbles as time goes. you needed to add some glue.

ever since caitlin and gabbie came up to you after practice, they talk to you way more throughout lifts and practices. to be honest, its more caitlin than gabbie. in fact, youve noticed that caitlin has been touchier and more flirtatious. from an arm circling around your neck, a touch to the waist when she slides by, a wink in between drills, or suggestive jokes only between you too. you cant tell if its on purpose or not, but you kind of .... like it? maybe you like it, or maybe you like the fact that you can see kate in the corner of your eye everytime, staring the two of you down. when these interactions happen, its like she teleports so youre in her eyeshot. almost every single time you talk to caitlin, flirtatious or not, she turns and talks to hannah. this leaves you thinking, what could she possibly be saying? of course your whole being hopes that its her being jealous, but the devil on your shoulder tells you shes talking shit about you, calling you a whore and that youre only using caitlin to get popular. sometimes the angel on your shoulder talks too, though. kate has been consistently texting you, asking if you can meet up and talk, or if she can call you to resolve whatever it is that's happening. you respond with 'no thanks' or 'im busy rn.' to every single text. you feel like she owes you something, but you dont know what. your heart aches, wanting so badly to respond nicely and to be in her arms again, back to how it was always meant to be.

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its saturday night, and you get a text in the team groupchat.

hawks🦅💛🖤

caitlin clark: hey guyysssssss so since we got the huge W (😜😜) i think we should all go out to the cluerrbbbbb

gabbie marshall: oh fuck yes what time should we meet and where

kate martin: im down if everyone else is

you roll your eyes at her text, only because its her.

(jada, kylie, and 5 others liked kate martins message.)

you look up at the time, seeing its 10 and use it as an excuse. you did not want to see kate in a club setting right now, let alone get ready. getting drunk did seem pretty nice though.....

you: ill pass, thanks thoooo

immediately, caitlin and gabbie respond, insisting you to go out with them. after 4 minutes of arguing with them, you give up and get off the couch.

now its time to get ready!!!!

pulling out your speaker, you blast your getting ready playlist. you slap on a stunning layer of makeup, drawing on eyeliner to emphasize your eye color, as well as 2 layers of mascara on your curled lashes. a little concealer here and there, some blush, highlighter and a layer of setting powder to make sure it stays intact while you are shitfaced. the dress of choice is a tight black, mini strapless dress, and to feel a little alive you throw a lacey pair of undies on underneath. its not like you were gonna get laid anyways. you did your hair in an updo, to accentuate the muscles in your back. you slip a small pair of heels onto your feet, then finally spray your signature perfume and some glitter. galncing at the clock, you see its 10:45, and that you have to get going. if we are being honest, walking out to meet everyone... you felt like a billion dollars. you dont know what it was, but something was making you so, so confident right now. the sway of your hips while you walked was hypnotizing, and getting a whiff of your perfume as you passed by put the cherry on the cake.

arriving at the club, the team stood outside waiting for the rest to get there. it seemed that you were the last one, so the girls filed in one by one. upon entering the club, it was hot and humid, bodys everywhere and the music blasting. not seeing where everyone else went , you made your way over to the bar to order shots.

"two shots of tequila please" you smile nicely at the bartender, grabbing the shots after he poured them, saying a quick thank you before downing both of them. you hoped that they would quickly take the edge off, and to make you stop thinking about kate. she was right in your eye sight, which didnt help too much. especially since she looked so fucking delicious. she sat next to jada, legs man-spread, wearing a green button down, top buttons open- showing her chest; and a classic pair of balck jeans on her botoom half. her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she stared across the room at you, sipping out of a solo cup. you turn back to the bartender and order some more shots, hoping they actually work some magic on your poor little brain.

after youre 4 shots and 1 drink in, gabbie comes and pays you a visit at the bar. " how ya doing over here girl?" she places her cold hand on your leg, standing and looking down at you. " im s'greatttttt. d'gyou kno that i loveee someone ? yesssaaaaa i dooooooo" you make a heart shape with your fingers and raise your eyebrows repeatedly. her eyes widen as you continue to slur some more words at her. " her— shes righttt over there next to shjada ! she looks so sexy fuck me bro" you put your head in your hands, and gabbie sits down next to you, picking up your chin. " babe i think its time to sweat some of this alcohol out, get out there and dance your little butt off." looking back at her, you crookedly smile and get up, hearing that your favorite club song just came on.

now playing 'Up Down (Do this all day)' by T-Pain, B.o.B.

making your way to the dance floor, you can feel kate watching you like a hawk. you pick a spot right in front of her and start to move your body. mindlessly moving, you back up little by little, and crash into a chest. looking up, you see its a basketball girl from another school. you dont remember her name— being that youre drunk, but her face rings a bell. "you dancing all alone baby?" her hand sits on your hip, other one creeping to your ass. looking up, you nod and put both hands around her neck. "lets change that then, m'kay?" as soon as those words came out of her mouth, you turned around, pushing back into her, slightly grinding your hips. you purposely turned around, wanting to see kate's face while you grinded on some random basketball girl. you watch her fist shut, squeezing the empty solo cup she held. you keep eye contact, moving your hands up and down your body, while the girls hands stayed on your hips, face in the crevice of your neck. this continues for a while until suddenly, kate gets up and leaves the room, clearly angry. it was sexy on her.

seeing that she went into the bathroom, you follow her in a couple seconds behind. you decide to wash your hands, as that girl on the dance floor was actually really sweaty. kate comes out of a stall, and she stares at you through the mirror. leaning against the wall, your first words with her outside of practice are exchanged.

"you gonna tell me what the fuck that was out there?" you turn around and look at her with a confused face.

"what was what? i was just dancing." her lip curls and she turns away her face. " y/n, i am— i dont like that. you shouldnt be grinding on someone you dont know." a smile grows on your face and you tilt your head. "oh, so i should be grinding on people i know? regardless of feelings?" her head whips back at you, wearing a confused but intrigued look. you walk closer to her and trace your finger across her jaw. "so i guess that means you want me to grind on you, right martin?" her last name comes out of your mouth with a little slur, both of you still being drunk. unexpectedly, kate grabs your face and waist, kissing you deeply. she turns the two of you around, the cold tile making contact with your exposed back. she lifts your leg up to her waist, and you tangle your hands in her messy hair. never in your life have you kissed someone so passionately before, and her hands roaming and groping your ass just make it 10x better. she kisses you like youre oxygen and shes the lungs. in between kisses, she speaks.

"i hate"

"that youre ig— noring me-"

" i jus- wanna love you— and make you mine- for ever- baby."

"please- i need yoh— im sor- ry for"

"whatever i did"

after the last blurb of words, she moves down to your neck, kissing all around, and sucking behind your ear. you let out a groan and grasp her a little harder. inside youre silently praying you remember this in the morning. but then what she said registers in your head. although you didnt want to, you pull away from her soft lips.

"wait."

she looks at you with her sweet puppy eyes, intensely waiting for you to keep talking. her hands still on your ass.

"why? why are you saying this now? and not before" she looks at you a little confused, stepping back a bit. you continue speaking.

"kate, baby. how'd we get here? how'd we get like this?"

she stares back and you and fails to answer again, now playing with the bracelets on her wrist. angry that she didnt say anything- ESPECIALLY after she just kissed the fuck out of you, you turn and storm out. kate follows you out, scared of what you'll do and also that you might find that girl again. gabbie sees the state you two are in, and lets the girls know shes calling an uber. not protesting, you galdly go home. the ride was completely silent, windows open letting cool air in. the chill helped you sober up a little, and thankfully you safely made it uo to your apartment. after showering and cleaning tbe rest of the makeup off your face, you climb into bed and think about the nights events.

a thousand questions fly through your head. why would kate say that right then? why did you do what you did? did she mean those things? although it confused you, one thing kept you content enough to close your eyes and fall asleep.

drunk words are sober thoughts, arent they?



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A/Nq(❂‿❂)p: i hope i wasnt being dramatic when i said i had a good chapter coming! i was gonna make this longer but i decided to save some stuff for the next chapter. i hope you guys like this one teheh PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I WANNA IMPROVE AND MAKE THIS A GOOD STORY THAT YOU GUYS ENJOY! anyways.. toodles my munchkins😜

[gardens-light]

Shooting Stars

Since breaking into K.S.I, more questions than answers were being raised. It seemed like things were becoming more unclear, than they originally were. And in the midst of all the chaos, the secret (or not so secret) romance between you and Optimus begun to build. With your heart and his Spark, yearning for one another. The pair of you slowly got to a point, where you could only resist temptation for so long...

Content: Course Language. Events takes place in Transformers- Age of Extinction (no spoilers.) Fluff followed by NSFW smut. (This chapter is basically pure smut, as my head has been in the gutter for the past week.) Optimus Prime x F/Human reader.

Inspired by the song: Airplanes- B.O.B

Word Count: 2,800.

Sparkmate Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 (End)

Two Days Later

With the nights growing colder, the thin blankets that Cade found only did so much. The stained-glass windows of the cathedral no longer seemed beautiful- but more of an annoyance, as the chill air would sweep through the cracked glass.

And in addiction of Cade's snoring, sleep seemed impossible to come. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, eyes rolling a little as you grew bored of staring up at the ceiling, for who knows how long by now.

Sitting up and rubbing your temples, trying to allow your eyes to adjust to the dimly lit darkness. As you carefully exited out of your sleeping bag, trying to disturb the others as little as possible. Hands running along the cold brick walls, while you made your way towards the main hall.

Nerves crawled up your back, as a low rumble echoed through the main hall. Your breath hitching slightly with each step, stopping whenever the low rumble slightly peeked in volume. Moonlight lazily shined through the windows, as the overcast sky slowly cleared.  

It’s just Hound. Your thoughts assured, while a suttle sigh of relief left your lungs.

The muscles in your body slightly relaxing, as the sight of the Autobot snoring away teased a smile upon your lips. Tip-toing towards the makeshift table and quietly making a protein shake. A steady breath returned to you, as the dim darkness soon grew on you, making your surroundings somewhat more comfortable.  

While taking a few sips from the drink, your head tilted to the side a little, as a familiar shadow fell across the table from outside. Curiosity stirred your thoughts, causing your body to carefully tread towards a large hole in the wall.  

“I thought it might have been you.”  

Optimus’ optics fell onto you, a small smile spreading across his faceplate. Watching you carefully climb over the lose bricks, with your drink in hand. You approached the mechanical giant, as he sat upon the ground. Leaning against the solid wall of the cathedral. 

He felt your eyes study his features, “are you alright, Optimus? You look tired.” 

“I’ll be alright, Sweet Spark.” His soothing voice assured, “you do not need to worry about me.-” 

“But I do, Optimus.” You shyly admitted, walking towards the gazebo, that still had string lights and fairy lights surrounding it. “Especially what you said earlier.”  

You watched his optics quickly avoid your questioning gaze. His helm lowering slightly, as guilt played on his processors and slightly squeezed his Spark. You wasn’t supposed to hear that...      

“’What did you mean? ‘You’re done fighting for humans.’ You didn’t mean that... did you?” 

“Y/N...” Optimus sighed, hesitating before looking back at you. “How many more of my kind must be sacrificed to atone for your mistakes?” 

“What do you think ‘being human’ means?” you questioned. Another arrow of guilt struck Optimus’ core, as his audio receivers detected the underlying hurt within your voice. “That’s what we do, we make mistakes. But sometimes the most amazing things comes from those mistakes.” 

You softly bit your bottom lip, fingers playing with the cup as you took a moment.  

“When I fixed you... it was for a reward.” The words tasted like poison upon your tounge, as regret slowly squeezed your heart. But at the same time, a sensation of relief washed over you. Like a long bottled-up secret could finally break free. “That was it. That was the only reason why. For the money.” 

Optimus slowly turned his attention back onto you, his expression softening as his optics watched a single tear roll down your cheek.   

“And that was me making a mistake. But without it, you wouldn’t be here. We wouldn’t be here.”  

Reaching out for him, a slight ease relaxed your aching heart as Optimus still welcomed your touch. A loving sigh escaping him, as your delicate fingers ran the back of his servo.   

“So... even if you have no faith in us, all I’m asking is you do what Dad taught me and Tessa. Look past all the junk and see the treasures.” Your hand ran up towards his wrist, gently pulling out your iron ring from under his metal plates. “You need to have faith, Prime, in who we can be.” 

Optimus’ free servo curled into a relaxed fist, gently using the knuckle of his index digit to brush away a tear from your cheek. His touch feathered down your body, fingertips tracing each and every curve which the Autobot has now memorized. Carefully wrapping it around your waist, picking you up and bringing you closer to his height.     

You were just about to say something, but Optimus’ lips lightly pressed against your own. Giving you a passionate kiss, as both closed your eyes, melting into each other's embrace. The cup slipped from your hand, landing upon the ground with a small shatter, while you wrapped both arms around the Autobot’s neck.  

“Forgive me, my Sweet Spark.” Optimus pleaded, his kiss trailing down your neck.  

“I-I just don’t want to lose you.” you turned your head to the side, giving him more room to kiss your neck.  

“You could never lose me-” 

The sound of an airplane's engine roared above, causing Optimus to briefly break away. As you both looked up at the night sky, seeing the lights from the metal wings.  

“If only wishes could be made upon airplanes, like we do with shooting stars.” You sighed. Only to chuckle a little, that sounded a little corny.  

“Why? What would you wish for?” 

Your eyes returned to Optimus’ optics, “that we could have a moment of peace, with no interruptions. Just... Just us two being alone.” 

“Well... we’re alone now.” The Autobot spoke, the small spark of desire zapping within his core. Causing his processors to stir his mind towards temptation. His thumb gently rubbing small circles upon your lower back.  

A flirtatious smile teased the corners of your lips, “then... perhaps we should make the most of it.” 

Without hesitation, Optimus’ lips returned to yours. As he carefully laid you upon the curved roof of the gazebo, his free servo trailing down towards the waist band of your PJ bottoms. 

“I’ll start slow.” He promised, briefly allowing his lips to part from yours. “If I ever get too much. Please tell me, Sweet Spark.” 

You silently nodded, as a small shade of pink dusted your cheeks.  

Bringing both servos towards your thighs, massaging the muscles. While he placed passionate kisses along your neck, towards your collarbone. Butterflies disburse in your stomach, as a warming amber begun to flicker within your core. 

Hearing your soft moans against his audio processors, heat begun to rise beneath Optimus’ metal plates. The fans in his vents barely able to keep his temperature at bay. 

  A low sigh escaped your lips, as Optimus’ glossa traced the curves of your cleavage. A shy smile teasing the corners of your mouth, as a satisfied hum rumbled deep within his throat. Hands embracing his helm, as Optimus’ mouth danced over your clothed breasts, softly biting through the fabric, leaving suttle bite marks upon your skin.  

“Optimus...” 

Your torso rolled and moved against his mouth. Hands exploring the worn parts of his helm, caressing his old battle scars. Your eyes closed, as your head gently rested against the gazebo’s roof. 

Your breath hitched slightly, as Optimus’ placed a last kiss upon your hip. The small ambers within your core slowly rolled into a warm flame, once your eyes met his loving gaze. His hands cupping your ass, occasionally giving it a cheeky squeeze, as the desire pulsing through his Spark tore away the remaining pieces of his self-control.  

“Don’t stop.” You encouraged, seeing the lust glossing over his optics.  

A shaky breath leaving his lips, as you ran your hands towards your clothed core. Feeling Optimus’ digits twitch, as you opened your legs, causing the Autobot to fall onto his knees. His glossa licking his bottom lip, breath hitching as you slowly tugged your bottoms down your hips.  

The scent of your arousal drove Optimus into a spin, a burning desire of want pulsing through his wires, as his beating Spark cried for satisfaction.  

Sh-She smells so good. His processors teased.   

“Th-These... are in the way.” Optimus lowly spoke, his servo’s gently tugging the waistband of your bottoms down a little more.  

“Remove them then.” 

A breathless gasp escaped you, as the Autobot tore away the clothing along with your laced undergarments. The sound of the tearing fabric leaving your body made your soaked core clench around nothing. As Optimus carelessly threw the items aside, burying his faceplate between your thighs before the clothes could even reach the ground.  

Muffled whimpers tried to leave you, as you bit your bottom lip. Body quivering and legs trembling, as Optimus’ glossa caressed your folds. His servos returning to your thighs, gently placing your legs over his shoulders. Before using one of his servos to tease your wet, throbbing entrance. 

Your back arched against the roof, a moan slipping from your mouth, as Optimus’ middle digit slowly entered your sweet spot. The satisfied growl coming from the back of the Autobot’s throat, rippled against your skin. His lips tenderly kissing tangled the nerves of your clit, as his digit pushed more into your depth. Your soaked core relaxing, as his servo gently rocked against you. Ripping more muffled whimpers and whines from you, with each plunge of his digit. 

Electric volts raced through Optimus’ wires, as fireworks burst within his Spark. His engine revving, low moans rumbling within his throat, as his optics looked up at you. A smile forming upon his lips, as he witnessed the hot mess you slowly tuned into. 

“You’re so wet, my darling.” His voice cooed, “you’re practically dripping down me. Perhaps, I should clean you up.”  

Before words could form a question, a moan slipped from your lips as Optimus’ servo retreated from your core. Eyes widening, as his mouth kissed and sucked upon the glistening folds of your entrance. Your nails digging into his helm, scratching the navy-blue paint, as his glossa plunged into you without hesitation.          

“Optimus! Optimus!” 

His free servo quickly clasped against your mouth, muffling the whines of his name. A speechless command for quiet, as his passionate assault upon your soft spot didn’t ease. 

Your eyes rolled shut, arching your back and melting into the heated moment. As your legs spread a little more, giving Optimus more space to push his lips against you. Allowing his glossa to go deeper into your wet depths.  

His free servo slipped under the hem of your shirt, cupping and foundling with your breast. As the other trailed down, resting upon your neck. The tightening of your pussy around Optimus’ glossa, made his Spark begging for more.  

You were unlike anything he’d ever had. How your soft, organic body molded just oh so perfectly, against his servos and faceplate. The sweet essence of your soaked core, dripping down his glossa- providing a taste that made the Prime wonder how he ever lived this long without it. The sound of your voice moaning his name felt like a beautiful melody to him. A sirens song that you sang only for him.  

Your eyes fluttered open, as a breathless gasp slipped from your mouth. Biting your bottom slip, while another moan of Optimus’ name bubbled in your throat. Heat erupted in your core, a burning fire of desire warming your body, as an ache built up between your legs. Your hips rocking against Optimus’ faceplate, as nerves tangled together within your lower adomiain. A wave of pleasure building up, as the Autobot devoured your wet pussy. His glossa gliding in and out of your soaked entrance, lathering up your essence upon his glossa, like he had been stranded in a desert for days. And your body was the oasis, which held the key to a lifesaving nectar. 

“Oh...” you whined, as Optimus pulled away, causing your hand to slip down by your sides again. The wave of pleasure slowly settling down, as the fire within your core caused an ache. His servo retreating from underneath your shirt.  

“Forgive me, Sweet Spark.” He lowly spoke, wiping your glistening essence off his mouth and chin. Using the back of his servo, “but I need some... relief of my own.” 

His servo’s gently caressed your lower back, cradling your soft body as he picked you up. Bringing you closer to him, as Optimus shifted into a standing position.  

Your blush radiating a little more warmth upon your cheeks, as your eyes lowered to his modesty plate. Biting your lip a little, as the metal buckled from some hidden pressure behind it.  

Optimus’ low groans caught brought your attention back, noticing that the Autobot had trouble stepping over the fence which was on the left side of the of the courtyard. The fence divided the courtyard of the abandoned cathedral, and the community pool next door.  

Sitting down upon the overgrown grass, you straddled Optimus’ lap as he bent down and cupped your face. Placing soft, delicate kiss upon the top of your head and forehead. You could feel his modesty buckling more beneath you, as you grinded against the surprisingly light metal.  

“Be mine, my love.” His breathless plea brushed against your ear. Causing the fire in your core to burst, as Optimus’ Spark pulsed through his wires, “spend one night with this Prime, and I swear you’ll never want to love another.” 

Your hand caressed his cheek, as a loving sigh escaped your lips. “You already make feel like I don’t want another, Optimus Prime. For it’s you who has my heart- my whole heart.”    

You slightly adjusted your position, as Optimus removed his modesty plate. Eyes widening as you admired the size of his spike, the flickering flames within your core burned into a heat of want. A fire matching Optimus’ electric pulses of desire.  

Positioning himself near your close, using the tip of his spike to tease your throbbing entrance. Servo’s trailing down your torso, feeling every delicate curve as his palms rested against your outer thighs. His digits caressing the soft skin of your ass.  

A moan slipping from you, as his spike slipped into your soaking core. Your hands sliding from his faceplate, and onto his chassis. Gripping onto his chest plate, as your velvety walls felt every ribbed inch that Optimus gently thrusted into you.  

Optimus’ helm slowly tilted back, as his optics rolled shut. His engine purring, his Spark pulsing, vents cooling as he began to thrust into you. Cables tightened throughout his body, as the sensation of your essence dripping down him, sent Optimus’ processors into a spin. His scanners picking up your racing heart, as his Spark matched its rhythm. A knot begun to tighten deep within your core, as your body adjusted to the Autobot’s size.  

Your features flushed red, breasts bouncing with each thrust as you leaned forwards. The water reflecting off the outdoor pool, made the sweat upon your body glimmer slightly, as it dripped down your neck and back. Hair sticking to you, as your forehead rested against Optimus’ chassis, low whimpers and moans leaving your lips, as his hips picked up rhythm.  

“Primus! You’re so tight! So wet!” 

His digits begun to clench your ass, causing a low hiss to slip from you. Biting your bottom lip, trying to stop a scream of pleasure escape you. As you bounced and grind against his spike, never feeling so stretched yet so full at the same time. Knowing fair well that this mechanical God of a man, has absolutely ruined you. Optimus’ spike plunged into your soaked core, each thrust hitting your cervix harder and harder. Teasing the knot behind it, to come undone.  

“Y-You feel so good-” 

“Shut up and fuck me!” 

A satisfied growl rumbled deep within Optimus’ throat, your breathless command making the pulsing electricity within him, burst like fireworks. His optics fluttering open, as he tried to blink away the lust that glossed over his vision.  

“Your body was made for my love, Sweet Spark.” Gripping tightly upon your ass, making your body bounce harder against him. Pushing your hips down and meeting his, the tip of his spike slapping against your g-spot.  

“O-Optimus... Optimus!” 

Your grip upon his chassis tightened, as the knot in your core caused your legs to quiver. The rocking and thrusting of your hips, turning into an unforgiving pace, as your wave of pleasure began to build. Cables tightened inside Optimus’ body, as his body prepared for an upcoming overload.  

“Oh! Oh, fuck.” 

A breathless gasp escaped Optimus’, as your soaked core tightened around his throbbing spike. Your body falling against his chassis, as the warm feeling of his trans-fluids painted your insides. His sticky fluid, and your glistening essence covering your thighs and his.  

A small whimper left your lips, as Optimus carefully lifted you off his spike. Your heavy breathes fogging up his chassis, as your fingers scratched a little more of his blue paint off. Eyes fluttering, your body slumping against him, as it felt like all the energy and strength was taken from your body. Barely able to lift your head, as you gave the Autobot a contented smile. His vents working overtime, trying to cool down the warmth that radiated from his body.  

Cradling you against him, Optimus carefully shuffled towards the pool. Lowering himself into the water, making sure that the level only came to your waist. Both happily sighing as the cool water, felt refreshing against your warm bodies.  

“This... feels nice.” Your tone was sleepy, as your head rested against his chest. 

“It does.” Optimus placed a soft kiss upon the top of your head. His free servo grabbing a nearby towel, dragging it into the water, and wrapping it around your waist. Giving you a little bit of modesty. “Rest, my Sweet Spark. For I shall watch over you.” 

“I love you, Optimus Prime.” 

“And I you, Y/N Yeager.”  

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three tender lovers.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

￫ word count: 6.7K.

￫ c/w: threesome, sex, blowjobs, squirting, kissing, double creampie, nipple pinching, biting, scratching, praise, minor degradation, overstimulation, hints of mean dom bob and dom jake, use of the nickname “bunny”, crying kink if you squint, sub-space, aftercare, beginnings of a poly!relationship and our boys kissin’.

￫ a/n: this is for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance 2023 writing event! thank you so much for tagging me my love, this was so much fun to write! <3 make sure you check out the other incredible pieces! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob up-stretched his arms and shed his undershirt from his flight suit. It practically stuck to his skin with sweat and grime from a day of flying too close to the sun. He was about to hit the showers quickly in enough time to make it back home to you.

He was never one to hang about after training. The quicker he could get in and out, the quicker he could get home to his wife. That was before he heard a loud clang of a locker from behind him, followed by a whistle.

“Damn, Baby. You’ve been in a fight with a bear or somethin’?”

Jake’s voice from behind Bob caused his eye to twitch. He turned around to face the blonde pilot with an unphased expression on his face. Jake on the other hand was wearing his million-dollar, cock sure smile. He leaned against his locker with nothing on. All he was holding was his towel, bunched up in his hand and just about covering his cock.

Bob hated how overly confident Jake could be in the showers. He also hated how he found himself always trying to get a glance.

Jake had opted to now call Bob, Baby. It all stemmed from his years-old joke of what B.O.B. stood for. Baby on Board was too long for Jake, so he was just Baby.

“How’d you get those war marks on your back, Baby?” Jake jabbed again, licking at his bottom lip.

Bob’s eyes narrowed inwards towards Jake before cooling off. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he remembered last night with you. He wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and that his sex with you is private, and he’d never utter a word to anyone about your shared, deepest darkest fantasies.

But then he remembered your shared discussion of bringing someone else in and how you both settled on Jake as a possible option. It was only talk, but at this point, Bob bit the hand that fed him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged. “Why don’t y’ ask my wife?”

A chorus of hollers and cheers from the other pilots in the locker room could be heard and Jake bit back a laugh.

“As if, Baby. I don’t believe you fuck that good.”

“Y’ know, Bagman, if y’ want to see, how about you fuck my wife yourself?” He slammed his locker door and stared down at Jake.

Bob couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. It had been playful, teasing jabs at one another for years and as it went on, they became far more flirtatious on both party's accounts. The locker room went into another uproar at Bob’s quick tongue and mouthful back at the cocky pilot, but he was still holding his intense gaze.

Jake’s smile had faltered an inch, only his eyes zoned in on Bob’s. He let his tongue run alongside his cheek and puffed out his chest. He wanted Bob to call bluff so badly, to call off whatever this was, to prove Jake wrong that he hadn’t been flirting with him all these years, but Bob didn’t move an inch. Not until he flung his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers.

He briefly heard the laughter and other remarks from the pilots before the commotion died down. As he turned on the shower, the sound of water filtering through and splashing on the tiles drowned out the rest. That was until he heard the footsteps inch closer towards him.

Out of Bob’s peripheral vision, broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair came too. He continued to pay no mind to him and let the sound of the water continue to fill the room. It ran over the thick and heavy tension that was settling in the air. Neither of them spoke a word as they lathered themselves up with soap and let the duds fall to the tiles and down the drain. Unknown to either of them, they would occasionally steal glances at the other when getting the soap out of their eyes.

Bob would watch how the droplets of water dribbled down Jake’s toned torso and caught on the soft hairs of his pubic bone.

Jake would follow the trail of veins poking through Bob’s forearms and up his biceps, watching how they flexed in time with him washing the shampoo out of his hair.

Bob reached to the small shelf holding the soap to lather himself one last time. His fingers outstretched and met another set of hands reaching for the same. They met Jake’s and through the soaking water, he felt a jolt meet his fingertips and run through his veins. He was surprised at how soft they felt, yet he knew they could control a whole aircraft. It made a shiver start in his neck and run down his spine. The warm water did nothing to hide the goosebumps that were left in its wake.

Jake looked up and caught Bob’s eyes for the first time during the shower. He swallowed thickly before croaking out, “Baby, what I said back there, I didn’t mean—”

“This Saturday. I know you’re free. Come round to ours at seven.”

Before Jake could respond to Bob’s bold response, he slammed his water off, grabbed his towel and was out of the shower.

Jake was left with his lips parted in a breathless and wordless daze. His hand was still wrapped around the soap and squeezing so tight, he didn’t realize he had destroyed the bar completely.

He couldn’t believe he was here. He’d been round to Bob’s only once before and that was only to drop some paperwork off. He hadn’t even been in his hallway, let alone his bedroom, with his wife.

Everything had been agreed upon prior. Jake came round at seven on the Saturday as agreed and you answered the door with a warm and welcoming smile.

He could never deny that Bob’s wife was beautiful. You were radiant. He offered in return a kiss to your cheek and let his large hand fall to the small of your back, bringing you in. His hand was warm and firm. You felt your heart pound a little faster through your rib cage at his touch, letting your mind wonder what his hand would feel like against your bare skin.

Jake let himself inhale your perfume that rested under your jaw and the sweet smell of shampoo in your hair. It was intoxicating to him. You were beaming at him as you greeted him politely, took his jacket and hung it up on the coat hooks in the hallway.

It was such a simple gesture, but with the combined smell of something delicious cooking through the kitchen, Jake felt safe. He had entered a warm and loving home, and it settled his nerves to whatever was about to be offered.

You ate (with Jake complimenting Bob’s cooking more times than he could count), exchanged more polite conversation and then agreed on what was to happen. You slinked up to your bedroom to shed your sundress into something else before calling your husband and his co-worker upstairs. Bob took the lead up the stairs with Jake following behind.

As he came into your bedroom and saw the sight of you, a deep rumble of appreciation left Bob’s chest with a smirk resting on his lips. “My beautiful, beautiful, wife. You look gorgeous, darlin’.”

“Thank you.” You shyly replied, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks as Jake came through the doorway and his eyes fell on you.

It was the first time he had seen you like this. So exposed, so vulnerable. You were wearing a simple oversized white shirt, one that Bob would wear with his Navy whites. It was far too torn and tattered for him to wear anymore, but it became a piece of clothing Bob would become ravenous over, especially if you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

The open shirt lay over your stiff nipples but didn’t hide the swell of your breasts. With your legs crossed as you sat on the edge of your bed, you could just about catch the soft mound of your pubic bone, but your thighs were exposed. The drape of the shirt barely covered them.

Jake swallowed thickly again and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, feeling his mouth dry up ever more. He let his heavy gaze run up and over your body and your cheeks only turned a rosier shade of pink, flushed hot. His cock twitched in his pants and it prompted him, after not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity.

“You… You look, gorgeous. Bob’s a lucky husband.” Jake half-heartedly laughed.

He was nervous.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was nervous.

Bob had a natural-born instinct for reading people and he could tell in an instant what Jake was doing.

Truth be told, Jake had already had a couple of threesomes in his lifetime, but it had never been this intimate. It had never been with a co-worker's wife, never with someone who he had come to like, never in a safe and loving environment.

Bob let his hand fall to Jake’s back and gently ran his thumb in circles to soothe the nerves of the pilot. He smoothed his hand down his back further and gently linked his fingers with his to coax him closer to you and your bed.

Jake now stood in front of you with Bob to the side and his hand gently resting in your hair. You stayed sat and gazed up at the tall blonde with a look of lust clouding your eyes.

“Jake?” You called out his name sweetly. It was barely above a whisper but his ears turned hot at hearing you say his name so sweetly. “Can I touch you?”

Your question and now the clear sight of your breasts caused Jake’s cock to twitch again, and he breathed out a desperate, “Yes.”

You tentatively reached your hands out and let your fingers graze over his shirt, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath him. You moved over his large forearms and further up his biceps. As your hands rose higher, you eventually stood up from the bed, Bob’s hand never leaving your frame and now resting on the small of your back. It was a familiar touch that still grounded you to him, despite the situation.

Your hands ran around his shoulders and behind his neck. “You can touch me, Jake.” You quietly prompted him, now standing to his height. His hands reached out and fell to your hips. He squeezed you gently through the crisp fabric of the shirt and you let out a gasp. “Remember, you say the word and we stop this.”

He nodded, but Bob pressed his finger to Jake’s chin to turn him. “Words, baby.”

Baby.

Baby.

Bob Floyd was calling Jake, baby and it ignited something so deep within him he could feel a flame lick at his stomach.

“Yes. We say the words and we stop this.” Jake corrected himself and you smiled at him with an electrified smile. He had tasted love and it tasted sweet. The flame that was licking in his stomach was burning bright and deep, and it encouraged him greatly. He felt a newfound swell of confidence burn over him and he hooked his finger under your chin and brought your lips to his.

His kiss was soft at first, letting his lips become accustomed to yours before you let out a needful whine and tugged at the soft blonde hairs at the base of his neck. You pulled him closer and he reciprocated with a harsher squeeze of your hips. They were flush against his crotch and you could feel his ever-growing bulge rub against you. The grind from you caused him to groan into the kiss and let his tongue dip between your lips and run alongside.

Both your cheeks were flush with a warm glow and Bob could feel the heat radiating off you both, as you continued to press yourself against Jake growing hotter with desire. You parted from his lips with a gasp, unable to hold back your ever-growing smile.

“Jake, Bobby,” You turned to your husband whose eyes were heavy and his pupils completely dilated black. “I need you both.”

“Of course,” Bob purred and slid his hand from your back to the base of your neck, pulling you to be millimetres from his lips. “Will you be a good girl and show our guest what your pretty little mouth can do?”

You quietly moaned and nodded, letting Bob pull at your neck and press his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Jake let out a curse of your name at seeing you bend to his touch. He was beginning to get a taste of just how dominant Bob could be and it intrigued him even further.

“Off for me and on your knees,” Bob instructed you again with a flick of his finger under your shirt. You willingly shed your shirt and let it fall to the bed. Now completely naked to Jake, he let out a wanton groan. You sank to your knees and gazed longingly upwards at the two pilots, their cocks both straining hard against their trousers and appearing prominently.

The sight was nothing like Jake had ever seen before. Your nipples were stiff and you sat obediently with your hands in your lap, awaiting your husband's next instruction. But it never came. Jake’s shoulders had rolled backwards and he was relaxed. He was adhering to the agreement that you were to do as they say. He let his fingers cradle your jaw and gently slipped his thumb between your lips. You took it into your mouth eagerly and sucked on it. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb had him longing to know what it felt like on his hard cock.

“Jesus, such a sweet thing, Bobby. So good, so obedient.” Jake purred and Bob chuckled.

“There’s the Jake I had imagined in the bedroom,” Bob said lowly with a smirk.

Jake couldn’t hold back the heat that rose to his cheeks as he thought of Bob imagining him in the bedroom, but he was brought back to the present by the needy moan of you below them.

Bob shushed you gently and reassured you. “I’m sorry, darlin’. We’ve been deprivin’ you, haven’t we?” You nodded again and this time, they both let out a low chuckle.

They made quick work of unbuckling their belts and pushing the waistband of their boxers down to let their aching cocks slap against their torsos. You had always thought Bob was big, but Jake was no different. Your mouth began to salivate and you moved towards Bob, but his hand was in your hair and pulling you back with a click from his tongue.

“Nu-uh, darlin’. Guests first.”

You swallowed and looked back at Jake who was gazing down at you with his pupils blown wide with desire. He gripped the base of his cock and let his tip move past your lips tentatively. The soft feeling of your mouth wrapping just around his tip had Jake groaning. You moved your mouth further down his shaft, with Bob’s hand not letting go of your hair to steady you, but it couldn’t stop you. You wanted to feel Jake rest heavily on your tongue completely. You felt his tip nudge at your throat and a gag rumbled through your throat. Jake stumbled and his hips stuttered forward.

“Shit. Oh God, sweets. So needy for me already, hm?”

You whined around him and it vibrated off his shaft, earning another deep groan from Jake. Your eyes flicked to the side and you caught a glimpse of Bob fisting his cock heavy in his hand, his jaw set solid and his eyes trained heavily on you both, watching how your mouth took every inch of him. You wanted to put on a show for your dear and loving husband. You wanted to show him you craved this just as badly as him.

You worked your mouth up and over Jake’s thick shaft with precise strokes. Every time his swollen tip hit the back of your throat he let out another rumbled groan, earning smaller groans from Bob. Your tongue was laying flat underneath his base and it allowed Bob to gently start rocking your head for himself, letting Jake fuck your throat, his hips rocking into you.

Another handful of movements from Bob came before he was getting antsy. “C’ere, sweetheart.” He purred and moved your head off Jake to place your swollen lips around his shaft. You sunk easily, knowing every inch and vein like the back of your hand. Your nose brushed against Bob’s brown curls at his base as he rocked into your mouth. You gazed up at your husband with tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes from your throat being fucked so consistently. Bob’s jaw was still set firm as he revelled in the familiar feeling of his wife’s mouth, letting out deep moans and hissing when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

But Jake was beginning to get cocky.

“I thought we were doing this so I could fuck your wife stupid. Earn those bear marks of yours.” Jake drawled out with a smug tone before reaching for your hair and pulling you off Bob, leaving him snarling from the loss of contact so suddenly. A pitiful whine left your lips with a string of saliva still connecting to your husband's tip. As you swallowed back around Jake’s cock you began to bounce gently on your knees, your bare cunt trying to find friction from the air as desperation began to make you clench around nothing.

Bob let out a chuckle as he saw you hump the air pathetically. “I don’t think y’ need to wait much longer.” He pulled you off Jake once more and cradled your jaw to let you gaze upwards. “Do y’ want to be fucked now, Bunny? You’ve been so good for me and your guests.”

“Please, please, please. I’ve been so good.” You pouted slightly, your eyes pleading desperately with your husband. He hummed in pleasant agreement and reached down to pick you up gently, laying you on the bed as if you were fragile porcelain.

By this time Jake was already stripping himself off his clothes and Bob followed in tandem. Although your mouth was just full of heavy saliva, your throat dried up and your breathing quickened as you caught sight of the two naked pilots. Bob’s beauty was always intoxicating and dizzying to you and you found Jake giving you the same effect.

You counted your lucky stars of your current situation and your husband found himself doing the same. He had seen Jake naked too many times for him to count, but this was different. His eyes were heavy with desire, and his cheeks and chest were flushed with the most beautiful rosy pink. He had never noticed how blonde the soft curls were on his pubic bone, as his cock was pressed against his tone torso, although he’d caught sight of them constantly in the showers. They replicated how his hair was dusty and sun-kissed blonde, already becoming ruffled from Jake running his hand through his hair.

Bob thought he’d never looked so handsome.

“Jake?”

“Baby?”

The name made Bob shiver and his stomach crashed like thunderous waves against stone rocks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please, Baby.” Jake gasped before wrapping his hand around the back of Bob’s head, his fingers tugging gently on his hair as he pressed his lips against his. They both let out a deep moan in unison. Years of tension and yearning rolled off their shoulders and bubbled up their throats as they tasted each other for the first time.

You watched keenly from the bed. It both made your heart bloom with a thousand flowers that your husband found solace within Jake and caused your abdomen to feel as though a thousand butterflies were coursing through you. Your thighs pressed and rubbed together to alleviate some of the growing arousal. You let out a whimper and they broke from the kiss to look at you, both with a lopsided smile on their faces.

As you pulled your thighs apart and felt the cool air run over your twitching cunt, Bob cooed. “Bunny, we’re so sorry. We’re comin’.”

Jake could feel his mouth salivate at the sight of Bob’s wife’s thighs spread apart and their pussy glistening with arousal, practically throbbing. “Look at that pretty pussy, sweets. Your thighs are slick already.” He groaned, kneeling between your thighs.

Bob took place up by your head, letting his hand soothe through your hair and his other holding the base of his cock, giving himself lazy, slow strokes.

Your hands came under your thighs to hold yourself open for him, squirming your hips closer to his cock as Jake took it in his hand and slapped it on your aching clit. It jolted sparks of pleasure through your abdomen at its first contact and you let out a loud whine. Your hips involuntarily bucked upwards to chase the feeling and Jake relished in the neediness of your touch. His free hand came to grip your hip as he ran his tip through your folds and collected your arousal, smearing it over your clit. It earned louder moans from yourself and more desperate bucking. He was smirking down at you with his signature cock sure smile.

“I want to remember the moment I slip my cock inside Bob’s wife’s tight pussy.”

He hissed as he slowly slid inside you and felt your slick walls take him, clenching tightly. He was thicker than Bob and you squirmed your hips, moaning as you adjusted to his size. He cursed to himself and threw his head back when your hips met his.

“Jesus, takin’ me so pretty, sweetheart. That’s it… Good fuckin’ girl.” He purred down to you as he momentarily slid out before feeling his tip run back over your sweet spot nestled deep inside you. At each slow and teasing stroke, you clenched tighter around him. You finally felt so full and you didn’t want the feeling to be taken away. You were desperately chasing it.

As he set a pace you glanced up at Bob with a couple of stray tears now leaving the corners of your eyes. “B—Bobby,” You whined. “He feels s’ g—good. It feels so good, fuck!”

Bob’s thumb gently wiped your tears away and smoothed over your hot cheeks, gently reassuring you. “Such a good girl for me. My pretty little wife looking s’ fuckin’ pretty takin’ another pilot's cock.”

As his thumb came down to his lips, you took it into your mouth to soothe yourself, but Bob removed it quickly. “No, no. C’ere,” He gripped the mid-length of his cock and let his tip fall between your parted lips. You eagerly sucked as much of his length as you could from this angle. “Good, Bunny.” He praised you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as the beginnings of complete pleasure roll over your body in waves. Over and over, you felt the powerful thrust of Jake’s hips with Bob rocking and resting heavily on your tongue. Two pairs of hands were gripping onto your flesh or soothing over your goosebumps, occasionally tugging on your stiff nipples to elicit louder, yet muffled, moans. You were stuffed full and you felt whole.

Jake’s thrusts picked up their pace and he was pistoning with such pressure you could feel the familiar warmth in your stomach grow. As his pubic bone met yours it grazed over your clit. It was small and frictionless contact, but the teasing alone had you nearly coming undone.

“They’re squeezin’ me so tight.” Jake gritted between his teeth, still cursing your name so pretty.

The corners of Bob’s lips quirked upwards and his eyes zoned in your expression. Your jaw was slack and although still stuffed full, you were drooling around his length with your eyes all but rolling back into your skull. He knew you were close.

“You want to earn those bear marks now?” Bob quipped. He grunted and nodded feverishly at him. Bob slipped from your mouth with drool still connecting to his tip. You mewled as he left you, but he was quick to reassure you he would be right here as he slid his hands into your hair.

With silent encouragement from Bob, Jake doubled down over your body and his large frame covered you whole. Your hands fell to his shoulders and gripped them tightly. One of his broad forearms rested by you to hold himself up enough that he could snake his hand between your slick sweaty bodies and find your aching clit. The soft pads of his fingers connected to you and you cried out his name loudly, finally feeling a firm pressure. He drew lazy circles around you with his thrusts now seemingly impossibly closer to you.

“Please, please, please… oh God!” Incoherent babbling left you as hot tears continued to streak down your cheeks. You never thought your husband’s, co-workers cock, could ever feel so fucking good.

“Bobby, Bobby!” You screamed instinctively. “Can I come?”

You heard him bark out a laugh behind you.

“Don’t ask me. It’s not my cock makin’ you cry, Bunny.”

Your brain was clouded with what felt like cotton and you scrambled to find the words quickly as your orgasm was building at a frighteningly quick pace.

“Jake! Can I come? Oh God, please can I come?” You babbled. Through his laboured breathing, you felt his warm breath tickle against your ear as he chuckled.

“Never gon’ want any other cock, sweets. I’ve ruined you for your husband, haven’t I?” Condensation was laced thick in his tone and it made you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, holding on so tight to stave off your orgasm.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He barked out the order and your eyes peeled open with the most pleading expression you could muster, as he continued to rock deeply into you. Your nails by now were forming crescent shapes on his tanned skin. The beginnings of the bear marks. “Tell me, fuckin’ tell me and you can come.”

Everyone who was currently in the bedroom that was dowsed in the scent of sweat and sex, knew that this was not true. You would always love Bob and you would always want his cock. It was certainly still the most mouth-watering and appealing thing to you. You found yourself dreaming of having them both ruin you, forever.

But at this moment, Jake’s lusting and filthy words were clouding your senses and making Bob’s cock twitch heavy in his hand. For he too was incredibly aroused by Jake’s words and the sight below him.

“Y—you’ve, r—ruined me, Jake.” Your bottom lip began to tremble. “Please!” You begged with a hoarse cry. His fingertips pressed down firmer with precise motions and the last thing you saw before you snapped, was him grinning down at you like the Devil.

“Come for me, sweets.”

With a couple more swipes of his fingers over your abused clit, combined with the punishing pleasure from his thick cock, you were seeing stars. A white-hot feeling flooded from your abdomen outwards across your body. Your toes curled and you wailed. The crashing sensation of your orgasm wracked your body whole, cursing his name, Bob’s name.

You felt Bob’s hands soothe through your hair and you could faintly hear his sweet praise over Jake’s loud groans.

Jake didn’t let up with his thrusts. He pressed his sweaty frame closer to yours and snaked his hand away from your twitching clit. His face pressed into the crook of your neck and your nails raked over his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. With how close you were held against him, there was still enough friction rubbing mercilessly over your clit. His voice was hot in your ear and you heard him.

“Feel s’ fuckin’ good for me, I’m so lucky. You’re both so perfect, shit.” At his final curse, he groaned deep into your sweat-covered neck and you felt his teeth graze over your tender flesh and suck harshly. He was hissing and grunting with his thrusts becoming sloppier, but you could feel himself leak into you.

Everything was so deadly intoxicating. You never wanted to leave this room. You wanted to stay with them both forever.

His thrusts eventually slowed completely and he pulled off your burning frame. His own body was completely flushed pink with his sandy blonde hair mused and some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. As his softening cock pulled out of you and you felt his spend trickle down your puffy lips, you let out a pitiful whine, suddenly feeling so empty.

He wore a satisfied grin as he gazed over the pretty sight of your pussy and then back up at Bob. You felt Bob’s large hands trail over your shoulders and squeeze against your breasts. You craned your neck to look at him with your eyelashes fluttering and a cock drunk smile plastered over your lips. Your body trembled with anticipation, knowing you still had Bob, and your clit was still aching for just one more.

A chorus of praises and strings of kisses to your warm flesh, left the two pilots' lips as they gently moved your trembling frame. Jake sat against the headboard with your back pressed against his chest. A pillow was slid under your hips to elevate them higher to allow Bob to make your eyes water from pleasure with the angle. Your hands were holding onto Jake’s forearms as you looked your husband in the eye, kneeling in front of you with a grin.

He held the base of his cock firmly and let his tip run through your folds and catch Jake’s spend mixing with your leaking arousal. He pushed it against your swollen clit and you let out a breathy moan, your eyes already faltering shut. Behind you, Jake watched the scene unfold with hooded eyes and soft groans. Bob teased you for a moment longer before easily bottoming out inside of you with a hiss and a groan.

“S’ warm for me, Bunny. Taken Jake’s cock and you’re still so tight for me, aren’t you?”

You mewled and dug your nails in tighter to Jake’s forearm, earning more scratches on his skin. Bob had patiently sat by and watched his friend fuck his wife. He was wasting no time and set a cruel pace instantly. The sudden feeling of feeling so full with his familiar size had you moaning and squirming your hips already, but he kept his hands firmly on your thighs to hold you open and take what he gave you. His swollen tip was rubbing mercilessly at your spongy sweet spot and the angle was enhancing your pleasure to a feeling so sweet, that you felt as though you could burst. One of Jake’s large hands snaked upwards to pinch and tweeze your nipples, heightening your sensitivity. You heard his groans low and hot in your ear as you responded with desperate whines.

Pleasure was licking at the flame in your abdomen, but with your heightened sensitivity it was producing something else. Something more.

“Oh, Bobby!” You practically wailed. He felt the way you clenched tightly around him and how your walls pushed down. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

He groaned at the tightening sensation and gave a final piercing thrust before pulling his cock out entirely. You pushed down and gasped out a breathy moan as you felt your arousal squirt out of you.

“That’s it, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.” Bob groaned again with a knowing and smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He moved his fingers through your wetness and watched it splatter over your thighs.

“Jesus, Baby. Makin’ them feel so good.” Jake groaned louder from behind you, before directing his words back to you. “I’d love to see you squirt on my cock next.”

You could hear the cocky pilot's grin from behind you as he let his lips run over the shell of your ear and nibble gently.

There was a deadly concoction mixing in your abdomen as Bob bottomed out inside of you again and you took in Jake’s words. The notion of another night like this had your head spinning. Their sinful words and fiery touch on your skin had you feeling hot and dizzy. The pleasure was seeping through every vein of your body with every jolt caused by Bob’s cock pushing deep inside of you. You were gasping and moaning incoherently, only able to feel this ecstasy-inducing feeling. If it wasn’t for their grip on your body, you would’ve gone completely limp.

Suddenly you could feel Bob’s soft thumb on your now throbbing clit, rubbing precise circles. There was nothing lazy about Bob Floyd when he fucked.

Hot tears began to fall from the corners of your eyes and streak down your cheeks. You were babbling nonsense by now and you felt your impending orgasm grow closer with each swipe of his thumb. Your jaw was going slack and as you panted hungrily, tiny droplets of drool were pooling in the corners of your mouth.

“Are you gonna come again?” You whimpered his name in response and Bob snickered. “You are, aren’t you? So desperate for cock. It’s pathetic to watch. My sweet little Bunny practically drools as they take another man’s cock.”

Your stomach swirled at his words, in time with the swirl of his thumb. “Bobby!” It was a shriek of a plea, like nothing Jake had ever heard before. “Please can I come? Please, please, please…”

As you begged harder, your tears began to fall harder. Bob watched your body lovingly, with heavy hooded eyes. He saw every twitch, every shiver, every squirm, and he knew when your body couldn’t take anymore. He was still merciless with his strokes and thumb, but as you locked your pleading and tearing eyes with him once more, his firm set expression softened and his voice was coaxing you.

“Come. Come for me my baby Bunny.”

Your jaw went slack and a silent scream tore from your throat as you let the bubbling sensation of your orgasm burst through your abdomen, feeling the tendrils of pleasure wash over your body in crashing waves. Your hands shot up to wrap around the back of Jake’s head and pull tightly on the smaller hairs at the base of his neck. Your body withered and your chest was heaving, panting furiously as the sensation rolled over your body repeatedly. You faintly heard a string of praise from them both, Jake’s low voice still hot in your ear. Bob’s praise turned to grunts and with two more forceful thrusts, you could feel him leak his spend inside of you.

His ministrations slowed and as your head lolled to the side of Jake’s shoulder, you still let out a quiet and needy whine again, feeling so empty and feeling the now double mix of cum leaking from your abused cunt.

Your head felt full of cotton. You reached out with shaky hands to your lover. “Bobby…” You breathed out, barely above a whisper. He leaned down and took your shaking frame from Jake’s slick chest. He pressed you close to his own and with Jake’s help, he moved you to lay limp against him with his broad arms encasing you tightly. Jake stayed next to you both and let his fingers trail tenderly over your damp back.

All three of your chests were steadying out with calculated breaths, as you all came down from your highs. Tender and loving kisses were placed on your skin from them both, and more hushed words of love and praise were whispered close to your ears.

When your energy eventually came back, Bob cleaned you up gently with Jake’s help. The remainder of the leftovers from your prior dinner were fed to you and you gulped down more glasses of water than you could count. The duvet cover was changed and with your head still feeling full of soft cotton, and your body swimming with the afterglow, your two pilots lay down to sleep with you.

Before the peaceful waves of sleep pulled you under, you remember watching how lovingly Jake cradled Bob’s jaw and placed a kiss on his lips. The next thing you felt was his tender fingers bringing your jaw up to place his lips on yours. Your cheek then felt another pair of lips and you turned your face to find Bobby’s.

You kissed them both a handful more times. Each time your heart pounded a little faster and you felt the thousand butterflies flutter through your stomach.

Maybe this could work.

Maybe, this could be a forever thing.

Jake stayed on Sunday till around three in the afternoon. You all woke up late and lazily gathered yourselves to share a warm, yet deeply refreshing, shower.

You spent the rest of your time in the kitchen, just talking and eating. You spoke about everything and anything. You talked about the prior night, you talked about aircraft manoeuvres that had gone wrong, and you asked Jake about his home and where he grew up. Occasionally you found yourself pressed into Jake’s side with one of his broad arms incasing you close to his chest, as you both watched Bob cook up the food. Jake insisted that he would make you both a homemade recipe his Ma taught him some time.

All three of you exchanged fluttering touches and loving kisses with each other, and Jake found something blooming deep within his chest. He felt safe within this peaceful and domesticated home. He didn’t want to leave.

Come the evening on the Sunday, you were curled in between Bob’s thighs as you both read in peaceful silence.

“I really like him, you know.”

You spoke out into the silence. There was a beat before you felt Bob’s chest take a deep breath and then exhale. You glanced up at him and he wore a soft smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah. Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

A chorus of loud cheers and hollers broke out and echoed across the locker room on Monday. Javy slapped Jake on his bare back, making note of the marks scratched down his flesh.

“Jake! Now who’s been fighting with a bear?”

Bob continued to look forward at his locker as he gathered up the remainder of his belongings, paying no note to the commotion he heard behind him.

Jake huffed out a laugh and flashed his signature smile to Javy, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Bob smiled to himself at hearing Jake’s words. The images of Saturday evening and his wife scratching their nails down his back were flashing evidently behind his eyes. Once he heard the others trail off to the showers, he turned around to face him. It was only them left in the locker room and he leaned back against his locker, watching Jake pull his jacket on and reach for his bag.

“We’re really lookin’ forward to having you round for dinner tomorrow night.”

Jake’s head perked up at Bob’s words, his signature smile still etched over his face.

“Yeah, me too, Floyd.”

Jake placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder to move past him and leave the locker room, but before he took another step further, he lingered for a moment longer. Jake’s lips brushed up against the shell of Bob’s ear and in a low and flirtatious drawl, he whispered, “Bye, Baby.”

And he left.

Jake didn’t look back and see how Bob was biting down frightfully hard on his bottom lip to hold back the beaming and lovesick smile he was currently adorning. He didn’t see how Bob’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink colour in seconds. All he saw ahead of him was a future of tender love with you and Bob.

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[jacesvelaryons]

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[cybertroniannugget]

Gift Giving Bumblebee x Reader

Dec 6

Look at that cute face

Fyi, I make sure to always use real lyrics for Bumblebee xD List at the end as proof.

Spotify is my best friend when writing Bumblebee.

As much as I love him, writing the bay version is tough. Always searching for lyrics that fit.

It's a little rushed, but better late than never right?

It's pure fluff

🎶Give it to me baby-Boots with the fur-tonight🎶1

“You want my boots?”

The yellow scout nods, pointing at your shoes.

“I mean sure, but why?”

🎶It's a wonderful surprise🎶2

“But that's no American tradition though.”

🎶Cuz I don't care🎶3

“So you wanna gift me something through St. Nicholas Day?”

🎶I love you, always forever🎶4

“Love you too, Bee. I'll give you my boots later, alright?”

He buzzes excitedly.

“Ey Bee, I need you on patrol with me.”, Jazz talks over the comm link.

Bumblebee’s antannae fold back and he whirrs a little annoyed.

You pat his cheek, smiling.

“I know, we rarely see each other, but this is important. I'll be here for a while.”

Another sad buzz echoes from his vocalizer, before he transforms and drives away.

Later in the evening you receive a message from Bee, asking you to put your boots outside your door.

“Okay, that's actually cute.”, you chuckle while walking outside.

Hearing someone round the corner you quickly walk back inside, leaving your shoes where Bee asked you to put them.

He has been busy lately with training under the new agreements between earth's government.

Daily exercises for the soldiers where they have to learn how to fight Deceptions.

And when he wasn't busy with that, he had to go on routine patrols.

When you wake up the next day, the first thing you do is checking outside to find your boots filled with Christmas chocolate and a note saying ‘I love you my honeybee’

Quick on your way back inside with the shoes in your hand, you put them down onto a chair, admiring what has been put in them.

“Oh, he even bought new headphones.”, you say, holding the packaging.

Taking your phone out of your pant's pocket, you dial the access code for his comm link, holding the device to your ear, waiting for him to respond.

“Bee, that's very cute, but you didn't have to do that..”, you say as he picks up with an excited buzz.

🎶I'm hopelessly devoted to you🎶5

“Where you at right now?”

🎶By the hangar🎶6

“Alright, wait for me there.”

A few minutes later, you walk into the wide open hangar where that yellow Bot you have grown to love stands waiting.

🎶Hello🎶7

“Hey there, Bee.”, you say smiling.

🎶How was it for you-Christmas present🎶8

“It was so sweet, thank you Bee.”, you say while walking up to him.

The scout crouches down to be more on your level and whirrs happily.

🎶Because I'm happy🎶9

You smile as you stand before him.

“So, gift giving?”

The scout buzzes confused.

“It's your love language.”

His optics widen, antannae standing up now as you said that.

“Don't worry, I love you too Bee. I figured something was up.”

Hugging him, as much as the size difference allowed, you couldn't stop smiling.

🎶You can be my safety zone-Nothing can come between You and I🎶10

You chuckle as you look at him, a hand on his cheek.

🎶You ready?🎶11

“Let's see how the others will react…”

Bee chuckles.

Here's the proof guys:

1 Pretty fly for a white guy-The Offspring

Low-Flo Rida

don't stop me now-Queen (obv)

2 Friday I'm in love-The Cure

3 I don't care- Ed Sheeran&Justin Bieber

4 I love you always forever- Donna Lewis

5 Hopelessly devoted to you- Olivia Newton John

6 Hangar- 8485

7 Hello-Adele

8 How was it for you-James, Christmas present- Doris Day

9 Happy- Pharrell Williams

10 The Ocean-Mike Perry & Shy Martin You and I- One Direction

11 Price Tag- Jessie J & B.o.B

[kakusu-shipping]

Emile Hides - He/She

Agender - Fray/Panromantic - Asexual - Polyam

24 years old

Autistic - OCD - Anxiety

Age Regressor - Permakid - Age Locked

Proship - Self Ship - Fudanshi

Art Tag: Emile’s Arts

Writing Tag: Emile’s Writing

Edit Tag: Emile's Edits

This is my Ship and Let Ship blog where I post about ships I like, Self Ship as loudly as possible, write X Readers curated to me and me alone, and ramble about my F/Os in the tags of other people’s posts.

Full F/O list under the cut (Very Long)

Romantic F/Os

Koro-Sensei - Assassination Classroom

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) - My Hero Academia

Nezu - My Hero Academia

Mashirao Ojiro + Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) + Kendo Rappa - My Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) + Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia

All For One - My Hero Academia

Makarov Dreyar - Fairy Tail

Toma E. Fiore + Mako - Fairy Tail

Jackpot - Fairy Tail/OC

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation

Leuvis - The Promised Neverland

Kyube - Madoka Magica

Ginko - Mushishi

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Kometani Chushaku + Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate

Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Gonzaburo Taishiro - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Franky Franklin - Spy X Family

Riri - Romantic Killer

Junta Hayami - Romantic Killer

Harunobu Nikaidou - March comes in like a Lion

Otsu + Minegishi - Manly Appetites

Muta - The Cat Returns

Scorpia - She-Ra

Bismuth + Peridot + Lapis - Steven Universe

Eda Clawthorn + Raine Whispers - The Owl House

Hieronymus Bump - The Owl House

Good Billions + Bad Billions - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Tad Mullholand - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Ruby Gloom + Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

The Snork - Moominvalley 2019

Lynn Angel + Nick Hoult - All Saints Street

Teddy - Bob's Burgers

Cecil Heimerdinger - Arcane

Sisu - Raya and the Last Dragon

Zack Binspin - Moshi Monsters

Allhands - Drawga

Gyorik Rogdul + Grendan Highforge + Rosé - Drawtectives

James - Pokemon Anime

N - Pokemon Black/White

Lillie - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Molayne + Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Guzma - Pokemon Masters

Milo + Gordie - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Jacq + Saguaro + Salvatore + Hassel - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Kieran + Drayton - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Hydreigon - Pokemon Black/White2

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY

Inteleon - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Sirfetch'd - Pokemon Journeys

Captain Pikachu - Pokemon Horizons

Heracross - Monster Mind

Smeargle + Kecleon - Monster Mind

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3

Jel La Fleur - Splatoon 3

Isabelle + Tom Nook + Redd + Brewster - Animal Crossing

Papyrus - Undertale

Vulkin - Undertale

Swatchlings - Deltarune

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher

Dick Gumshoe - Ace Attorney

Raymond Sheilds - Ace Attorney

Phineas Flilch - Ace Attorney

Hifumi Yamada + Celestia Ludenburgh - Danganronpa 1

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2

Toko Fukawa + Genocide Jack - Danganronpa UDG

Ryoma Hoshi + Gonta Gokuhara - Danganronpa V3

Monokuma - Danganronpa series

Shirokuma - Danganronpa series

Kyle Klim (K) + Luna - Virtue's Last Reward

GTM-CM-G-OLM - Virtue's Last Reward

Kazuaki Nanaki + Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend

The King - Hatoful Boyfriend

Zenyatta - Overwatch

Ramattra - Overwatch

B.O.B. + Bars - Overwatch

Maximillien - Overwatch

Lynx17 - Overwatch

Iggy - Overwatch

Toy Freddy + Funtime Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's AU

Nightmare Fredbear - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Sun - Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach

Leshy - Inscryption

Magnificus - Inscryption

Theodore DaCabe (The New Prince) - Chzo Mythos

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight

Al-An - Subnautica Below Zero

Candyman - Lethal League

Gabocha - Suikoden 2

Richmond - Suikoden 2

Neclord - Suikoden 2

Luca Blight - Suikoden 2

Andras - Hell's Library

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children

Reed + Leigh - Middlegame

Queerplatonics+

Aguri Yukimura - Assassination Classroom - Queerplatonic

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Reedus Jonah - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Peridot - Steven Universe - Queerplatonic

Nemona - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Raifort - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Bowser - Super Mario - Queerplatonic

Cobb - Animal Crossing - Queerplatonic

Genocider Syo (Genocide Jack/Jill) - Danganronpa UDG - Queerplatonic

Winston - Overwatch - Queerplatonic

Goobert - Inscryption - Queerplatonic

Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia - Metamours

Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate - Metamour

Minegishi - Manly Appetites - Metamour

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Metamour

Nick Hoult - All Saints Street - Metamour

Brassius - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Metamour

Princess Peach + Princess Daisy + Prince Peasely - Super Mario - Metamours

Shuu Iwamine - Hatoful Boyfriend - Metamour

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch - Friends with Benefits

Abra - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Grovyle - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Buizel - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Rhydon - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Sandslash - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Lucario - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Trainer

Wilkstrom - Pokemon X/Y - Trainer

Salvatore - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Trainer

Clefairy - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Shiintonic - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Stoutland (Rusty) - Pokemon Horizons - Partner

Zweilious - Pokemon Horizons - Partner

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Partner

Porygon - Pokemon Moon/Platinum - Partner

Mincinno (Nezu) - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Partner

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Koraidon - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Ogerpon (Clementine) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Weavile - Pokemon - Partner

Pumpkinmon + Noblepumpmon - Digimon - Partner

Demidevimon + Devimon - Digimon - Partner

Pompompurin - Sanrio - Emotional Support Animal

Familials

Heatran + Entei - Pokemon - Parents

Marlo + Dora - Animal Crossing - Parents

Ginko + Adashino - Mushishi - Parents

Tony Mario - Mario Movie - Father

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Father

William Afton - FNaF Series - Father

Ridley Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Father

Bumi - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Father

Singed - Arcane - Father

Frank Columbo - Columbo - Father

Opal - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Mother

Briar - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mother

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mother

Toriel - Undertale - Mother

Reaper Leviathan - Subnautica - Mother

Alder - Pokemon Black/White - Parental Figure

Toadsworth - Super Mario - Parental Figure

Mondatta - Overwatch - Parental Figure

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Parental Figure

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Grandfather

Rizzo - Animal Crossing - Grandfather

Craig Cuttlefish - Splatoon - Grandfather

Kaoru Toudou - Baka and Test - Grandmother

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Uncle

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Uncle

Petri - Animal Crossing - Aunt

Elizabeth Afton - FNaF Series - Big Sister

Mitsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Big Sister

Sekijiro Kan - My Hero Academia - Big Brother

Boris Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Big Brother

Micheal Afton - FNaF Series - Big Brother

Molayne - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Big Brother

Jelonzo - Splatoon - Big Brother

James Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Big Brother

Peter Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Little Brother

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Little Brother

Arven - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Little Brother

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) - My Hero Academia - Twin Brother

Kyoya Ootori - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Found Sibling

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Found Sibling

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Ramattra - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Found Sibling

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario - Cousins

Ingo + Emmet - Pokemon Black/White - Cousins

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Cousins

Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Cousin

Samson - Animal Crossing - Cousin

Ira Blood - All Saints Street - Cousin

Cosmog (Nebby) - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Daughter

Amy Rose - Sonic Series - Daughter

Berdly - Deltarune - Daughter

Akito Sohma - Fruits Basket - Daughter

Julie - Jobless Reincarnation - Daughter

Jack + Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Daughters

Bede + Allister - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Sons

Pecharunt (Momotaro) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Son

Joe Kido - Digimon - Son

Rabbid Luigi (Louis) - Mario + Rabbids - Son

Espio - Sonic Series - Son

Neito Monoma - My Hero Academia - Son

Inasa Yoarashi - My Hero Academia - Son

Ichiban Natsuno - Mix; Meisei Story - Son

Black Hat - Villainous - Son

The Collector - The Owl House - Son

Hastur - The Baby in Yellow - Son

Sam - Trick R' Treat - Child

Luz + King + Hunter - Kids

Bowser Jr. + Koopalings - Super Mario - Kids

The Lab Kids - Animal Crossing - Kids

Boss Salmonids - Splatoon 3 - Kids

Warriors of Hope - Danganronpa UDG - Kids

The Monokubs - Danganronpa V3 - Kids

Rosalina - Super Mario - Niece

Sonic + Tails - Sonic Series - Nephews

Jelfonzo - Splatoon - Nephew

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Nephew

Snufkin - Moominvalley 2019 - Nephew

Laxus Dreyar - Fairy Tail - Grandson

505 - Villainous - Grandson

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation - Student

The Squidbeak Splatoon - Splatoon - Family

The Rising Volt Tacklers - Pokemon Horizons - Family

Wonderworld Inhabitants - Balan Wonderworld - Family

Danganronpa V3 Cast - Danganronpa UDG - Family

The Fairy Tail Guild - Fairy Tail - Family

Class 3-E - Assassination Classroom - Family

Fatfam - My Hero Academia - Family

League of Villains - My Hero Academia - Family

The Sohmas - Fruits Basket - Family

The Evil Slasher Orphanage - Various - Family

Besties

Toshimitsu Kubo - Baka and Test

Shoko Kirishima - Baka and Test

Irina Jelavic + Tadaomi Karasuma - Assassination Classroom

UA Teachers - My Hero Academia

Lucy's Celestial Spirits - Fairy Tail

Samuel - Fairy Tail

Yuuko Ichihara + Kimihiro Watanuki + Shizuka Domeki - XXXHolic

The Host Club - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Ritsu Sohma - Fruits Basket

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate

Miyano Yoshikazu + Sasaki Shuumei - Sasaki and Miyano

Hanazawa Masato - Sasaki and Miyano

Kuei - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Entrapta + Hordak - She-Ra

Grime + Sasha - Amphibia

Iris + Misery + Frank and Len - Ruby Gloom

The Joxter - Moominvalley

Flug Syls - Villainous

Jessie + Meowth + Wobbuffet - Pokemon Anime

Cheren + Bianca - Pokemon Black/White

Hau + Gladion - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Dendra + Miriam - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Team Star - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

The Leauge Club - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Grimer - Monster Mind

Elvin Gadd - Super Mario

Metal Mario + Gooigi - Super Mario AU

Doctor Mario + Mr. L - Super Mario AU

Pearl + Marina - Splatoon

Spyke - Splatoon

The Mad Scientist Team - Animal Crossing

Chara - Undertale

Kris - Deltarune

Chihiro Fujisaki + Kiyotaka Ishimaru + Mondo Owada - Danganronpa 1

Kazuichi Soda - Danganropa 2

Ultimate Imposter + Ryoma Mitarai - Danganronpa 3

Hiroko Hagakura + Yuta Asahina + Taichi Fujisaki - Danganronpa UDG

The Nightmare Animatronics - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Bonbon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Sister Location

Moon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach

Helpi - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach RUIN

Huggy Wuggy + Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime

Jamison Fawks (Junkrat) + Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch

Youngster Squad (All heroes in their early 20's) - Overwatch

Team Talon - Overwatch

Nina - Suikoden 2

Klaus Windmier + Sierra Mikain - Suikoden 2

Claire + Brevity + Hero + Ramiel - Hell's Library

Thankyou very much for Reading

Crush List - Fictonal Foe List - Agere List - Ship Lists - Kin List - Koro-Sensei's F/O List - All Dark Selfships

[shojislady]

why does no one else write bakudeku x reader fanfics😭 there's like 5 that ik of but man

i should try to attempt to write one

after b.o.b gets like 10 chapters

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

I’d Rather Be Sad With You, Than Anywhere Away From You — @jasonsmirrorball

Idle Hands — @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

Mistletoe — @authurials

A Family’s Love (Modern!Aemond Targaryen) —@vhagarlovebot

An Eye For An Eye, A Child For A Child — @kitkatscabinet

Tell Me It’s Over — @squirmhoney

Unnoticed — @aemonds-sapphire

The Fool Who Thought He Could Kill His Wife — @bookofbonbon

Girldad!Aemond — @midnightsapphire

Dad!Aemond Imagine — @fictionalloverstuff

Aemond Targaryen Looking After His Wife and His Baby Girl — @daenysx

Aemond x Reader — @sapphire-writes

Poppies and Aster — @aemondsbeloved

No Matter What ⎢ Pt. 2 — @sapphire-writes

Dad!Aemond — @cambion-companion

Hide and Seek — @timetravelingpenguin1066

Battle Of Wits — @aemondsbeloved

Flowers — @sapphire-writes

DEFENDING JACOB

ANDY BARBER

Barber v. B.O.B. — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Brat Games — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

The Ache — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Baby Blush — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Handsy — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Plausible Deniability — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Straight A-Student — @jamneuromain

MCU

BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER

Midnight Kisses & Stolen Confetti — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

You’ve Started Something — @catharsisfalls

Lessons In Love — @violentdelightsandviolentends

All Things Pink — @bucky-barnes-diaries

Protector — @vxntagedior

Enemies-to-Lovers w/ Husband!Bucky — @buckyalpine

Just Between Us — @mellowsaturns

THE RED SEA DIVING RESORT

ARI LEVINSON

You Know I Don’t Mind — @the-iceni-bitch

Taste Of Honey Masterlist — @imaginedreamwrite

Toxic Bf! Ari — @onsunnyside

Protection Masterlist — @mackenzielovee

I Can Tell — @faerieemetal .☘︎ ݁˖

Medfet — @babyjakes

Melting — @onsunnyside

Good For You — @flordematista

Higher Love Masterlist — @imaginedreamwrite

Biker!Ari x Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Sleepy Sex Session — @f10werfae

My Favorite Things — @ramp-it-up .☘︎ ݁˖

DBF!Ari — @onsunnyside

Sleepy Hollow — @onsunnyside

Sugar, (Gym), and Spice — @acatwriteshere .☘︎ ݁˖

[sarahsmi13s]

|| Robert 'B.O.B' Floyd Masterlist ||

i DO NOT consent to copies or translations of my work!

hello my little cassettes! here is where you can find all of the stories that feature robert 'bob' floyd!

general taglist

series

sorry... none yet 😅

but one is in progress👀

angst

sorry... none yet 😅

smut -- 18+ MDNI

-> "you're more than a one night stand" (bob floyd x bartender!reader)

fluff

-> Rodeo (bob floyd x pilot!reader)

-> Friday Night Moonlight (bob floyd x reader) -- high school!AU -- for rocktober

[leorawright]

hewwo can i ask for some genji x reader and ashe x reader where the reader is chubby and is often self-conscious about it?

Of course!

Overwatch with self-conscious, chubby s/o

Genji

Genji notices how self conscious you are and makes an effort everyday to make you feel better

If you're okay with it expect many hugs all the time. He also makes sure to call you beautiful every day

Anytime you try on an outfit but you're not sure it looks good Genji will hug you and tell you how pretty it is

Just absolutely showering you with compliments and affection

Ashe

Did anyone say anything about you? She'll get B.O.B to shoot scare them don't worry

Ashe is very very very protective over you so anyone who makes you think less of yourself is now her mortal enemy

She never ever comments on how you look unless she notices you're self conscious or you've dressed up nice for some occasion

But if you're feeling self conscious when you two go to sleep Ashe will snuggle you and whisper compliments about how amazing you look into your ear while you two doze off

[globofhoney]

Nobody is not gonna do

Ramattra x god AI! Reader?

When i heard that he likes ants, then i got an idea something.

When you want to start an ant colony, you need a queen to reproduce and makes other ants, Omnium is like a nest, GodAI is a queen, and the rest of omnics, is like ants in a colony which serve queen ant.

There are normal omnics, big omnic like B.O.B and Zera, r-7000 like Ramattra, and perhaps something else that we don't know about. Now, these different models are like different type of ants too. In one colony, you gotta have a tunnel digger, nurse ants, soldier ants, supersoldiers, workers, scouts, etc.

Omnics are kinda like...ants, they suppose to have hierarchy according to the godAI who created and wish for what their role should be.

Awakening Omnics is like ants which gained sentience, imagine you yourself...A kind GodAI who try to simply...existed in peace with your children, awakened and those who does not. Until one day, Ramattra found you, and stepped in your facility. Surely your children would not trust the warmonger model from another creator, but you ordered them to stay their hands and let Ramattra approach...there is only one thing you see tho.

A broken,forlorn child from another colony.

A colony which had been destroyed, and the rest of the world now comdemn this...poor ravager, for what he is.

_____________________________________________

I know some of you guys would thrill to hear Ramattra address you as,

"Mother/Father"

[kyufessions]

butterfly

synopsis: your boyfriend, sunwoo, does your hair for you

pairings: boyfriend! sunwoo x fem! black reader

genre: fluff

warnings: suggestive if you squint!

word count: 0.8k

a/n: my friend specifically requested something for a black reader, so i wrote this for them specifically! but they also suggested posting this on tumblr so here it is lol. so this is mainly for them but i hope others enjoy this as well!

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

groaning, you reposition yourself on the bean bag chair provided to you by your boyfriend. it’s been two and a half hours so far, and he was only halfway done. although you appreciate his attention to detail and carefulness when it came to getting your locs to look absolutely perfect, your ass was also starting to hurt along with your neck and back.

“stop groaning, i’ll be done in no time.” he says, hyper focused on getting the crotch hook through the small hole to start the process again. “are you sure you don’t need any medication for a headache or anything? i can make one of the guys go grab me one from the kitchen.”

“no i’m fine, baby but thank you.” staring at the random spongebob episode to help pass the time, you twiddle with your thumbs out of pure boredom. “you didn’t have to learn how to do butterfly locs for me, you know. i feel bad this is how you’re spending your day off. you should be relaxing.”

you giggle at the sound of him sucking in air between his teeth dramatically, feeling his lips place a quick kiss to the side of your head before continuing on your hair. “this is relaxing, actually. i didn’t want you paying a ridiculous price for you to just get your hair done.” heat rose to your cheeks at his words, causing your lips to curve into a smile. “besides, this is a nice bonding experience. i love spending time with you like this.”

a few minutes go by in silence, sunwoo focusing on your hair as you sip out of a mug full of hot cocoa and laugh occasionally at the jokes that flew over your head as a child. you heard him start humming to a familiar song you couldn’t quite place. ignoring it, you go back to being in your own world until you hear him start mumbling lyrics.

“what’s your name, b.o.b., so they calling you bob.” sunwoo trails on under his breath, his eyes focusing on finishing the one loc. “stop playing, you know that i’m known for the bob.”

you burst out laughing after swallowing your drink mid-sip, hearing him laugh as well. “baby, are you singing nicki right now?”

he nods as he laughs, almost done with the one crotched butterfly loc. “you wanted short butterfly locs that look like a bob. you can’t blame me.” he jokes, making you laugh a bit more before continuing to let him do his thing in silence.

you feel him finish on the one loc, about to start on the next. taking the opportunity, you lean back to look at him for a split second and place your head on his chest. upon seeing you puckering your lips, he laughs at your antics and kisses you lovingly for a few seconds. he takes his unoccupied hand and places it awkwardly on your cheek, rubbing small shapes into the apple of it. upon feeling the awkward hand placement, you smile into the kiss as does sunwoo. kissing him always took you to another world, making your stomach do flips as your lips moved perfectly with each other.

pulling away, you peck his lips one more time before sitting back up straight. “hey,” he pouts, pulling you down towards him gently. “you can’t just do that.”

you raise a playful eyebrow, smirking as your head lays on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist. “do what?” you question in an innocent tone, interlocking fingers with him as they lay on your stomach.

without a word, he leans down to kiss you once again. except this time it was longer, more passionate and loving than ever before. he tugs at your bottom lip, earning a small squeal from you. as he explores your mouth, you feel his hands start moving downward towards the basketball shorts you borrowed from him the night before. you quickly pull away, both breathless as your foreheads are pressed against one another’s.

“if you finish my locs first then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the day.” you whisper before pecking his lips.

“but i miss how you taste.” he whines quietly, his fingers playing with the string of the shorts.

you fully sit up, pointing at your half finished hair. “afterwards, baby.”

he nods, placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder as you sat in an old tank top of his that you, once again, borrowed but never really plan on giving back. “i’ll wait however long, my sugar princess pumpkin puss.”

you visibly cringe at his dumb nickname, already used to him coming up with stupid ones almost everyday. “you’re lucky i like you, kim sunwoo.”

[butterslapzme]

Branded - Ashe x Reader [One-shot]

Warning: Possessive and abusive behavior. Angst. No sexual theme. Gender Neutral Reader.

"I'm sorry sugar, I didn't think you'd push me this far." Ashe sighed, not even contemplating what she was going to do. 

As you were held down on your back by her henchmen, you pleaded with Ashe to stop. Ashe thought she made herself clear, but clearly, she wasn't.

You knew her methods of punishment were this way, but you hoped that she'd make an exception for a lover. No, you would take her consequences regardless.

Despite her mood, she stroked your cheek with a soothing touch. Sniffing, you leaned into her hand in hopes of changing her mind. She sure knows how to hold a grudge.

You didn't know the person you were talking to was from a rival gang... You swore up and down that you didn't know them, but Ashe didn't believe it. You let them get close to you. Too close, for her liking. It made her jealous.

"Baby, I'll make sure it'll be quick n' painless." She abruptly switched from a soft tone to a strong and resolute tone. "...B.O.B." 

Ashe demanded the prescence of her robot butler B.O.B's, as he brought over a metal object in his hand.

Turning around she held a custom branding iron with the infamous deadlock logo on it. In the area where the logo appeared, the iron was orange, which indicated that it was hot.

 Very hot. 

As her hands twirled it, her red eyes stared at you without emotion.

 Ashe moved closer and you stirred up a temper tantrum, squirming and trying desperately to flee.

She lifted your shirt and used it to cover your face. You felt heat traveling up and down your navel when your stomach was exposed.

"Squirmin' around like that will make it hurt more."  

Scorching heat, stung into your flesh, Ashe finally decided where she wanted to brand you. As your body stilled in shock from the sweltering heat, you let out a blood-curdling scream.

Before the iron lifted, the sizzling sound echoed for a long time. You were shaking, hyperventilating, and your eyes were streaming with tears as the smell of your burning flesh lingered in the air.

"You're a part of my gang now." Ashe deadpanned. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Forever you'll be traumatized by Ashe's wrath and it will be marked on your body as a reminder. You'd never make the same mistake again.

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Dr Cockroach, The Missing Link, B.O.B. (Platonic Scenario - "Chain Gang")

Warnings: Eldritch Abomination! Reader, Reality Warping, Blood, Incarceration, Psychological Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – This is much different than what I usually write, but I was in the mood to celebrate the spooky season. Happy early Halloween/All Hallows' Eve/Samhain!

"You are a great listener!" exclaimed B.O.B., amazement intensifying and carrying his voice across the small expanse of the cell in a gentle echo. The space offered little improvement over a broom closet. It was impossible to stretch one's legs without curling against the opposite wall, yet B.O.B., for all his erratic shifts in destination, had not collided with you once.

The sensation of confinement that walls provided, the awareness of a barrier that could not be evaded, was usurped by a seemingly endless amount of room for the gelatinous mass to roam. He was always approaching a wall but never reached it. It bred the lasting expectation of a coarse, jagged material slamming into the body like a blunt knife, a reason for concern that was lost on his carefree chatter.

"Anyway, that's the story of my entire life in 1965." The gelatinous mass acquired a grim demeanour as if he were about to describe his time in the war. "Now, 1966 — that was a year."

A frigidness clung to the air so tightly that it could be smelled, conjuring images of a meadow shortly after a rainstorm. The volume of your hums neither lowered nor increased no matter what direction he chose and how long he slid across the darkness.

B.O.B. had opened his abysmal mouth to recount his first day in the facility when he was interrupted by a thundering voice, one that maintained an infinite echo as if a horde of additional voices were repeating your words at slightly different intervals.

"You are a perplexing creature." The sound appeared to emanate from every direction with equal strength, and despite the bottomless shadows encasing the cell, B.O.B. was drawn to a particular spot. "That which would drive lesser beings mad is irrelevant to you."

Laughing without a glimmer of restraint, the gelatinous mass joked, "I do fancy myself a free-thinker." His attention leapt back to the previous subject like a frog bounding across lily pads. "And the first day I got here, I wasn't sure I was gonna make it! They wouldn't let me eat any of the cars, and none of the jello would give me a chance."

He pretended to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.

"I mean, I'm not gonna lie."

Quieting his voice to a whisper, B.O.B. partially obscured his mouth with his hand as if there were microphones scattered around the cell. "They kinda dropped the ball."

He retracted his arms into his gelatinous torso a moment later and shook back and forth with an expression of childlike joy. "But having you as a neighbour was a better birthday present than chocolate cake!"

Silence reigned for half a minute, and B.O.B. waited, watching the place that he believed was your location. Finally, your voice emerged as a detached observation. "What your dimension knows as life is a mere shade of the greater reality."

The gelatinous mass allowed his mouth to hang open for a couple of seconds before he looked about as if searching for people with whom to share his discovery. "You are an amazing conversation partner. I just — no, I can't believe it."

The cheerful and humorous tone of his voice never faded: "Usually, Link and the Doc would've walked off by now or started doing something else."

Releasing a gasp, he was overcome by alarm and rushed to the speck of light that peeked through the food slot in the cell door. "It's almost tomorrow! I gotta pretend I haven't been here all night, but—" B.O.B. proceeded to squeeze himself out of the slot and into the corridor "—same thing later?"

* * *

Inhaling the stale aroma of old pizza, the Missing Link turned his nose up into the air and expelled a long, low hum of delight. He closed his eyes to relish the scent and imagine the food that produced it. Raw fish had been his dish of choice when he roamed the earth before humans, and the repetitive grind of never getting to hunt his meals had only ruined the taste slightly.

No light, natural or artificial, pierced the darkness that smothered the common area like a kindly grandparent after General Monger decided that it was time to sleep. None, except for a systematic flash that recurred in the same spot near the dinner table, which was a round slab of steel made decrepit by years of rusting and eating.

Mumbling followed each splash of light, and the clacking of a keyboard underscored it.

A humanoid cockroach, his slim build draped in a lab coat and plaid pants, stood over a makeshift computer, its frame having been constructed of pizza boxes and deriving central processing power from two silver antennae.

Upon noticing the dark coloration surrounding his hazel eyes like deep plum bruises, the Missing Link squinted and rotated his back with a satisfying pop. "Isn't it a little late to be doing experiments?"

Dr Cockroach paused his endeavour to peek over the top of the computer, resuming his project with a twinge of unstable energy infecting his accented voice. "Mad science never sleeps, my friend! I'll learn the digits before the week is over. If I have to read every line of code in their database, so be it!"

The force and speed of his typing increased with each attempt until the keyboard rattled as if it were about to break.

The noise stopped after the Missing Link took a step towards the exit with his foot slapping the concrete floor, and the doctor tilted away from the computer to look at him once again.

"Enjoy your reading."

He eyed the brochure crinkled in the sea creature's hold.

As the Missing Link raised the pamphlet to his chest and offered an embarrassed chuckle, Dr Cockroach returned to his work.

"Apologies for the light show."

His finger hovered above a particular key as he contemplated pushing it before leaning towards the screen. Looking askance at the various notes taped to the monitor, his frown deepened. "They must be trying to cut me off," he muttered in a combination of disappointment and absent-minded distraction.

Rubbing the back of his skull to quell the mild headache beginning to form, the Missing Link suppressed a strenuous yawn and approached the towering door to the rest of the facility. His gait was heavy and lethargic, and the bangs that echoed in the common area when he knocked earned a startled grunt.

The door opened just enough for him to crawl through.

As he crouched and started to lay prone, a gelatinous mass filled the space next to him. A singular eye appeared on the edge of the gelatin while more of it continued to spill into the common area.

"See you guys tomorrow!" The voice that emitted from the blue mass was tinged with eagerness and simple contentment, and a series of groans followed him as the gelatin stretched to enter the room.

"B.O.B., I do hope you've cleaned up after yourself!" called Dr Cockroach at the blue mass sliding into a distant cell.

After the only sound to greet him was the echo of the door closing, his antennae flattened to the back of his head. Lifting a pencil from his coat pocket, he crammed another sequence onto a page that was filled with myriad combinations of numbers.

The Missing Link had scurried through the opening before the gelatinous mass fully left the doorway, releasing an anxious sigh when the door slammed back down a moment after his tail surpassed it. He relaxed his jaw and enjoyed the short respite from the pain dwelling in his teeth.

Turning away from the door, he peered in both directions of the corridor for any objection to his exit.

Darkness glazed the air in a shy fog that thickened and cooled the farther the sea creature ambled down your cellblock. The steel door of your cell was an obvious sight from the beginning of the corridor, never pretending to be hidden in a labyrinth of meandering walls or similar attractions.

Despite mirroring the empty environment that he awoke to every day, this part of the base seemed especially desolate to the Missing Link as if a mind could lose itself from the deprivation of life and bitter denial of stimulation.

Slickness on the floor nearly tripped him, and he peered at his feet to see a trail of clear slime spanning the length of the corridor. It ended directly in front of the cell. A bewildered and slightly irritated frown evolved into amusement as the sea creature shook his head and chuckled, "Doc's not gonna like this."

Bringing his arms around his torso, he was struck by a chill that resembled dunking himself in ice water. The lights had acquired a blue tint, portraying the area as colder and darker than a night in the land of eternal snow. His body temperature was helpless to sustain him and rapidly dropped to mimic the biting air.

It was not until he reached the cell door that a sudden gust of warmth enveloped him like a comforting hug, and the Missing Link looked at the horizontal slot in the lower half of the door.

"Have you got a heater in there or something?" Sliding down the wall to the floor, he began to unfold the brochure and glanced at the cell. "Sorry about the light choice today. I'll bring a real book next time."

The thrill of seeing the blue waters and sandy beach, even if they were only a two-dimensional product of ink and paper, was undeniable.

A long hum buzzed in his ears, which he chose to interpret as you accepting the apology.

The brochure sported an extravagant, if not exaggerated, illustration of Cocoa Beach, featuring an array of people basking in radiant sunshine and enjoying a variety of drinks and conversations. Families gathered under large umbrellas, and a small group was engaged in a round of volleyball.

While some of the colours had faded with age, the immaculate nature of the smiles evoked a plethora of stories from the sea creature.

His attention flitted to different beachgoers as he reminisced about scaring like-minded people, switching from uproarious laughter that distorted his words to fast-talking that winded between multiple details and previous anecdotes.

The Missing Link had to wipe away a tear at several points, and he waited after the end of each story for the hum of acknowledgement that rumbled from your cell. Gradually, his stories shortened and lost complexity until he recalled fighting the lifeguard.

"The last time I did that—" a look of confusion overtook his face. After drawing his lips into a frown, he admitted, "You know, I don't remember the last time." A scoff burst from him as he feigned amusement in that fact, but the genuine sorrow creeping into his expression grew too heavy to pretend.

"I guess it's just been too long."

In an attempt to delay the sadness, he pointed to the section of the illustration that displayed a surfer in bright trunks coasting on a rich swirl of water and seafoam. "Oh, yeah! I saved the best for these guys." He tapped the page as if you were sitting beside him and reading along. "I would hide in the tallest waves and ... and scare the surfers off their boards."

His voice, beginning with an edge of fondness, gradually slowed and quieted. The enthusiasm for describing these memories that had, at first, gushed out of him like the vibrant waters he used to call home had waned into silent grief.

Perhaps it was the growing assumption that he would never again crunch the warm sand between his toes and swim in the lively ocean that caressed his skin like the softest layers of silk, but the brochure became far less appealing.

A surge of cold air prompted the Missing Link to scoot closer to the door. It was an instinctive movement that was rewarded with immediate heat, like a cozy fire burning just on the other side. The warmth seemed to travel on a breeze, and splashes of ocean blue swayed into his peripheral vision.

When the creaks of tropical trees bending to accommodate the wind faded in and out of his ears, the aromas of acai berries and jackfruit teased his nostrils.

The rich flavour of sardines and tuna rested on his tongue, urging him to close his eyes and imagine biting into the slick texture of the fish.

The muffled voices of beachgoers as they praised the brilliant weather and kicked batches of sand were scarcely audible in the background.

Weightlessness started at his feet and ascended to his shoulders, and it was as if he were lowering himself into the waters of Cocoa Beach once more.

Before the sea creature could submerge his head, the sensation of unconditional fulfilment was interrupted by a hum. The illusion vanished like a snap of one's fingers, and the Missing Link caught the protest spilling over his lips on the first syllable.

A brief appraisal of his hands and arms revealed a series of clear droplets across his skin. While he assured himself that he was merely sweating, a part of him continued to wonder if it was an enigmatic souvenir from Cocoa Beach.

His gaze drifted to the cell door, which was as undisturbed as it had been every other time he looked. "Thanks," he panted in a struggle to finish the sentence. "Thanks for the pick-me-up." The loss of the heat as he returned to his cellblock almost persuaded him to come back, but the sudden dizziness clouding his mind was pleading for a nap.

The sea creature hobbled past Dr Cockroach, who was gnawing a slipper to keep himself awake while the computer sifted hundreds of lines of code. The sleep that awaited the Missing Link that night was a restless fight for unconsciousness accompanied by a lingering coldness.

* * *

Dr Cockroach marched towards your cell with his lab coat fluttering behind him and his index finger raised in the air. "I've cracked it this time!" As he approached the keypad that protruded from the wall beside the door, his eyes were fixed on the first digit of his desired combination. "You'll be out in a jiffy."

The tapping of his fingers on keys coincided with the excited rambling spilling from him like smoke from a fire. "It took a great many hours of decoding encrypted files and dodging honeypots. I had to dust off my computer science degree, but within the day, we'll be back in the world like we never left."

It was a tired promise, and it ended just the same when a flash of red light and a low beep greeted him.

Looking down, he scanned the newest combination to ensure that he had input it correctly. "No," came his rapid murmur as if the machine's rejection was not allowed, his fingers twitching nearer to the keypad. "That's not possible." The paper was nearly torn from the notepad as he flipped multiple pages in search of a combination that had not been crossed out.

"It's the right code! It's—" he slammed his arm into the wall above the keypad, obscuring the device in a shadow. The doctor examined the collection of numbers through narrowed eyes as if seeing them more closely would unearth the reason for his failure.

After bumping the keypad with his forehead, he sighed, "It has to be."

The moment spent hoping for a miraculous beep of approval or sound from within the cell was more taxing than the days of sleepless nights, and in a flare of desperation, Dr Cockroach leaned back.

Dozens of combinations flowed into his thoughts, all competing for the honour of being his next attempt. A quick review of his notepad yielded futile reassurance that the ludicrous notion brewing in his mind had any degree of value.

When the cockroach entered a second combination, he regretted and cursed the action as soon as the keypad rejected it. Pacing in front of the cell with his head facing the ground, Dr Cockroach envisioned the arrival of a legion of soldiers flooding the corridor.

He calmed himself with a series of controlled breaths and rested a hand on the base of his left antenna.

The doctor sat with his back against the door, outstretching his right leg and drawing his left leg closer to provide a resting place for his arm. The other arm moved to rest on the floor, but touching the concrete was like sticking his hand beneath the surface of Arctic waters.

As he draped the limb over his thigh with an audible shiver, Dr Cockroach peered at the blue glow descending from the round lights striping the ceiling of the corridor.

"Listen to me — droning on. Usually, B.O.B.'s the one doing most of the talking. I'm sure you'd like your beauty sleep." It sounded like the start of a good-bye, but the doctor remained still.

From the sides of his head where they drooped, his antennae twitched. Breath rolled out of him in a long, uninterrupted drag before he scooted to face the cell.

Tentatively, he placed a hand on the steel door. "One can only imagine how you look on the other side of this cage."

Doing so filled his being with inexplicable weightlessness, and his hand began to slide towards the food slot. The old joints in the metal creaked as his fingers lightly pushed the flap, opening it to just a slit.

With his antennae rising, Dr Cockroach crawled forward and gradually tilted his head to peek inside.

The kind of darkness that existed in the bottom of the ocean was all that met his large, hazel eye. Despite the faint light skimming his hands, not a bit reflected into the cell.

He stayed looking, searching, for longer than necessary, hoping for something as simple as a knock or hum, anything that acknowledged his time and proved that he was not talking to emptiness.

When the night succumbed to the day and the threat of detection became too prominent to ignore, Dr Cockroach stood up. His back ached as if it had been buried in a pile of bricks, and a twinge of pain shot through his neck.

He would have returned to his cell right then if not for a final glance behind, which revealed that the slot had yet to close and was instead fully open.

The gush of anticipation and flicker of alarm caused his antennae to perk. After massaging his neck for a couple of seconds, Dr Cockroach approached the door with a timid scheme brewing. "Seeing as these close quarters prevent us from anything more, how about a handshake?"

The doctor positioned his hand in front of the small opening, greeting nothing but an alcove of darkness.

Like a snake emerging from the reeds in the murky girth of twilight, a thin tentacle, only slightly wider than the cockroach's bony limb, protruded from the slot. It slithered closer on invisible waves as if gifted with the power of immaculate sight among the vast shadows extinguishing all light except for a few slivers cascading down from the tall ceilings.

The tendril was coated with a glossy sheen, one that almost resembled the porcelain skin of a doll that had been painted and shined by a devoted caretaker.

A hushed gasp of astonishment escaped from Dr Cockroach before he could stifle it, his feet shifting to expel a burst of excess energy. Quivers began to travel through his hand as he glanced between it and the appendage as if determined to witness the exact moment of connection.

His antennae straightened to an erect position, and in an attack of enthusiasm, he lurched forward, causing the tentacle to slide against his palm.

As the pointed tip brushed his fingers, a chill exploded throughout his entire body. It forced a shuddering breath from his lips and rattled his spine in an erratic tremor, for gripping the slick texture, its skin imbued with a frigid aura that rejected every scrap of warmth, was like sensing a ghost.

The cold spread from his extremities to his torso and face in a rapid handful of seconds, overwhelming his slight form in a preternatural iciness that sank into his organs and seemed to paralyze him.

The flicker of a chuckle mixed with incomplete, sporadic breaths was the most he could summon, for his throat had begun to tighten due to an uncomfortable buzz infecting his stomach. It conjured a queasiness in his guts as if he were about to retch food he had not eaten onto the metallic floor.

A faint hum dwelled in the edges of his hearing that, despite its meagre volume, compelled his arms and legs to buckle.

The shady corridor maintained the temperature of an icebox, yet Dr Cockroach found droplets of sweat rolling down the sides of his head like a soda bottle. A collective weakness threatened to pull him to the ground, subdued only by his excitement at what was effectively first contact.

The jiggling of his hand thwarted his attempts to grasp the tentacle. Instead, his fingers tapped it in a broken pattern as it encircled his wrist.

The part of him that recognised the otherworldly nature of what was imprisoned on the opposite side of the door, that recalled the oldest fear of all living things, wanted it to stop there. It pleaded for a chance to comprehend the situation, although the realist in him argued that total understanding would be more torturous than ignorance.

Apprehension, terror at the thought that he could lose his arm or be yanked through a slot that was far too slim to accommodate his bones, spurred his heart to palpitate.

More potent, however, was the mad scientist screaming to break out into the world.

The thrill of communicating with unimaginable power, perhaps even establishing a sort of partnership with it, granted Dr Cockroach a taste of ecstasy that had been denied from the day General Monger learned of his existence. It confirmed the value of his every theory and experiment that others had labelled as outrageous and heightened the fledgling ideas that merely visited his mind into concepts that he was itching to explore.

The tentacle ascended to half the length of his forearm, pressing the white sleeve of his lab coat against his skin and imposing damp deposits of slime on the smooth fabric.

His vision began to darken and become populated with flashes of light and apocalyptic images, but the sensation of pleasant numbness rising through his body impaired his ability to speak beyond the occasional grunt and hum.

When the tendril loosened and retreated into the cell, it was an abrupt motion that left the cockroach stumbling forward as if his umbrella had been stolen from him during a rainstorm.

After several moments of panting with his hands on his knees and watching the slot, Dr Cockroach stood upright. "That's quite a grip you have there." He adjusted the hem of his lab coat like a businessman recovering from an unprofessional act.

Unlike the dignity that he pretended to have regained, his first step was lopsided and nearly dragged him into the wall. He bumped his shoulder against the concrete with a soft thud, his hands smacking the adjacent piece of wall as he staggered down the corridor.

The doctor gradually drifted to the centre of the walkway but failed to keep his head up or his back straight for longer than a few seconds. Euphoric chuckles, whose volume was controlled to avoid detection, followed his turn around the corner.

Once he was out of sight, the slot in the door closed with a harsh bang.

* * *

The Missing Link awoke with a snort and a jerk of his head, saved from tumbling out of his chair by a thump on the table. A book that was as unfamiliar as the outside world rested in front of him, but the flimsy spine and dated cover gradually tickled his memories.

"Yours, I presume."

The confident voice of Dr Cockroach, his refined accent enlivened by a spark of manic energy, passed him with the haste of a man on the run. A smidgen of condescension lingered in his tone as if the choice of reading material either displeased or bored him.

"Thanks, Doc," muttered the sea creature, turning in his seat to peer over his shoulder with bleary eyes after the cockroach neglected to respond. His voice sagged from the exhaustion of restless sleep, and an inexplicable chill enveloped his form despite the heat rock sitting only a few short steps away.

The skittering of insect feet echoed in the common area as Dr Cockroach mutilated the remains of their joint dinner.

A sleek hambone that protruded like a tail, an array of slippers held together by decrepit threads and fish eyes that bulged against the other items had been smashed into a messy heap that seemed to writhe in a mockery of life.

Sparks of electricity circulated in the crevices, yet the doctor poked and shook the creation like a child enjoying a new toy.

Upon smacking his lips together, the Missing Link slung an arm across the back of the chair and shifted to face the scene more directly. "Whatcha cooking over there?"

Dr Cockroach adjusted the position of a blue slipper and pulled the hambone to the side a bit, his pupils shrinking when the invention started to rattle. "This, my aquatic friend, is what every failure and setback has promised."

The bursts of electricity surged as if they were lightning whipping the earth, casting a tall shadow behind the cockroach in periodic flashes.

He lowered his head slightly and observed his creation through narrowed, upturned eyes. "A chance to succeed."

It began to levitate and rotate on an unstable axis, and the ball of trash slowly gained speed until the individual details were blurred. When it seemed ready to explode or soar into the wall, a sweeping mechanical noise, like a sonorous drone in the heart of the ocean, pervaded the common area.

The invention plopped onto the table, sizzling and blackened.

A second drone accompanied the first, this one faster and nearer, and then the room was plunged into an abyss of darkness. The sizzling continued for a few more instants with the occasional pop as if someone were cooking hard-boiled eggs.

Dull blue light peeked through crevices in the walls as various hums reached the monsters in the form of muffled buzzes, uncovering the aged concrete and peeling back the new reign of shadows.

The dismal lighting made the sizeable room appear especially barren and lifeless. It resembled the slight tinge of blue that invaded the moon on a cloudy, humid night in the moorland.

It took the feeble slice of light across his hands for the Missing Link to realise that he had been squeezing the rim of the chair, and as he reluctantly withdrew his grip, he saw how the metal was bent and crooked like a lump of clay. The leathery skin on his palms carried an indentation of the rim, which faded the longer he examined it.

Skittering zoomed past him once again, the wisp of a lab coat his only indicator that the doctor was close while his eyes struggled to adjust.

"We have but a few minutes before they activate the auxiliary power." The cockroach raised a hand beside his head and twirled his wrist in a gesture to follow: "B.O.B., with me!"

The clatter of old slippers and empty cans marked the emergence of the gelatinous mass from near the table, where he had been absorbing the remains of Dr Cockroach's latest experiment. "You got it, Doctor!"

Standing with a crack of his back, the Missing Link pondered, "Wait. Are we seriously about to do this?" He looked at the doctor through crinkled eyes, a hand resting on his hip.

"Monger's increased security since your last visit, Link."

The cockroach whirled round with his index finger pointing at the ceiling. "I'm not certain exactly what we'll be facing, but my EMP has lent us the element of surprise." Pride was evident in his tone as he embraced a maniacal laugh bubbling in his throat.

Unconvinced, the sea creature tilted his head and cocked an eye. "What about the keypad?" He lifted his arms above his head, stretching the muscles and leaning forward on his toes. "I may be up to ten sets, but I don't think I can bust through twenty tons of steel."

Dr Cockroach walked backwards to the gigantic door that tied all the intricacies of the facility together in a massive passageway. "Conserve your energy, Link! My tireless dedication has been rewarded."

As the door began to lift behind him despite lacking an obvious power source, the doctor strayed to the edge of another cackle. "You'll be terrorizing tourists at your old haunt in no time!"

* * *

During the trek through the cellblock, the occasional skittering and tapping on parts of the walls that no human was capable of reaching prevented the squadron from lingering in any given area.

Spending more than a few seconds without moving had them peeking over their shoulder and fearing the momentary lapse in vision that came with blinking.

Clouds of frozen breath wafted above the soldiers, and in the absence of all other noise, their footsteps were like boulders shattering against the concrete.

A beep from the transceiver on her utility belt startled the Lieutenant.

The static ended after an instant, shifting the spotlight to the gravelly voice of General Monger: "Be advised, War Machine. Subjects Dr Cockroach, Missing Link and B.O.B. are not detained. Engage with non-lethal force only, and subdue if possible. Over."

The Lieutenant raised the transceiver to her mouth in preparation for the response looming on the edge of her shaking lips, but a tickle on the nape of her neck interrupted her drive to answer.

As she turned her gaze to the ceiling, a large pair of hazel eyes stared back from an elevated spot on the adjacent wall.

"If only we abided by the same rules," came a polished voice wafting out of the shadows. It mocked her with faux dismay, occupying her attention long enough for two squishy hands to yank the helmet off of her head.

She tumbled to the ground a moment later, for a sleek tail knocked her legs out from under her. The impact of the concrete against her bare skull was an explosion of agony, like a hammer smashing into her brain, that waned over a few seconds as her vision began to fade.

Careless laughter echoed in her ears, blue gelatin and green skin acting as the final sight before she was smothered in darkness.

The remainder of the squadron lifted their tranquillizer guns in unison and divvied their focus between the monsters. One soldier held his position at roughly a car's length away from the trio, while his comrades retreated to a more comfortable distance.

"Monsters, stand down!" Droplets of spit glided from his lips as he yelled, and Dr Cockroach leapt to the floor.

"A tranquillizer dart? How juvenile. What are we, rabid dogs?" The cockroach raised a hand to his chin as if debating something in his mind, keeping his other hand behind his back.

A few of the commandos silently cursed the General's orders and shuffled their feet, but this disappointment in their limited options morphed into fright when the doctor proclaimed, "B.O.B., if you will."

As Dr Cockroach gave a slight bow and motioned for him to proceed, B.O.B. whisked to the squadron and began propelling them in various directions, his laughter undeterred by their exclamations of disgust at being regurgitated like a piece of rotten meat.

For any who clung to consciousness, the Missing Link knocked them into an early sleep with a swift punch or roundhouse kick to the temple. He wiped his hands together and was preparing to silence the final soldier when Dr Cockroach protested.

"A retinal scanner?" Offence and frustration layered the bang of his palms on the door, a storm that was enlivened with a different energy as he slowly turned to inspect the commando.

In the dreary light of the corridor, the doctor's hazel eyes seemed to glow. His head tilted from side to side like a bird evaluating a worm, and he judged the soldier's merit with a single sweep of his gaze.

Cold beads of sweat erupted on the man's forehead. As the beginning of a plea slipped from his mouth, he barely suppressed a yelp when the cockroach approached him with quiet and remorseless steps that were thoroughly confident in their destination.

Before he could enact his gruesome notion, Dr Cockroach was stopped by the hand of the Missing Link.

"Let's leave the eye inside the body this time. Okay, Doc?" The sea creature had placed his hand on the doctor's chest, pushing him back in casual amusement that betrayed no great concern.

"Oh, pish-posh." The cockroach squinted and waved his hand back and forth to enunciate each word, but he turned away with his arms crossed. "I suppose we can do it your way."

Just as a deep exhale of relief had started to ease the commando into uncertain dread, he was lifted from the ground.

"On it!" shouted B.O.B., and a muffled cry of pain escaped the soldier as his face was slammed into the metal and glass scanner. "Is that it? Did I do it right?" The gelatinous mass looked at his friends in search of approval, which he received when the door opened with a chirp.

Dr Cockroach strolled into the cellblock and patted him as he passed through the doorway. "Excellent work, B.O.B."

The Missing Link followed with an encouraging smile and a nod of his head, prompting B.O.B. to abandon the commando on the unforgiving concrete as if he were a piece of trash and slide after them with a chipper "thank you".

The doctor rounded the corner at a steady march, his hands interlocked behind his back. Each step that brought him a hairsbreadth closer to the cell door prompted his heart to jump a bit faster, until the familiar tingle began to course throughout his body like liquid ecstasy.

His calculated strides gradually lost their coordination and sense of patience, and his arms came to hover in front of his body as if not expecting to waste a second.

By the time he reached the door, his gait was sloppy and frantic like a customer rushing to snatch the final product before the sale ended. The cockroach gripped the keypad with uncharacteristic strength, his gaze unblinking and fixed on every digit that his fingers pressed between involuntary quivers.

A series of rapid beeps culminated in a long, singular beep that marked the release of the locking mechanism.

The Missing Link had begun to hop forward when Dr Cockroach attempted to open the thick steel door himself. He wrapped his stringy fingers about the wide handle and positioned his feet on the door, only to collapse after a moment of fruitless pulling. "I got this," assured the sea creature, patting his shoulder and dragging him to the side by the top of his lab coat.

Lengthy and strident creaks emitted from the frame as the Missing Link pried the door open. His tail curled towards his head, and he jimmied the growing crevice with both his hands and toes.

"Go, Link! Woo!" cheered B.O.B. from his place beside a recovering Dr Cockroach. The gelatinous mass reeled his arms above his head like a sports fan watching his favourite player, sliding to the edge of the door for a closer look.

Lips rising to a smile, the Missing Link fell onto his back with an arduous groan.

Gales of raw air, the kind that refrigerated meat lockers, billowed out of the cell in a light blue mist as the door swayed into the corridor. The short sounds of breaking ice were as dulcet as wind chimes rattling in a summer breeze. No light breached the mysterious darkness of the cell, and nothing more than a peep from B.O.B. was heard for about a minute.

"We're here to bust you out," emphasised the gelatinous mass with his hands cupping his mouth as if he were not hovering within arm's length of the cell.

The Missing Link sat up and watched the doorway for any sign of life, enjoying the inexplicable rush of heat that seemed to only affect him.

Short, feverish breaths rattled Dr. Cockroach as he studied the darkness like a penniless disciple begging for the appreciation of a higher power.

* * *

The Sergeant had moved to zoom in the camera when a chill pierced his neck. Whispers, like a snake quietly hissing, seemed to pour into his ears from every corner of the room. It duplicated in his brain as an eternally growing pressure until froth trickled out of his mouth and cascaded down his chin.

Sanguine fluid leaked from his nostrils and eardrums, blotting his skin with red streaks and following a hushed wheeze. His eyes rolled up into his head, and widespread tremors manipulated his limbs as if he were a puppet controlled by strings.

After a series of orders penetrated the fog consuming him as little more than muffled hums, the Sergeant proceeded to work the computers with no reminder of the attack aside from dry blood staining his face.

As various monitors began to lose signal and devolve into black screens, the General looked between the cameras and the Sergeant. His fists balled, and he pinned one of the man's arms to the table with his own. "Sergeant, stand down."

A plethora of error messages bombarded the computers, and the Sergeant snatched the transceiver for the radio from Monger's hand.

"We're reporting an all-clear from where we sit. Disengage all security measures, and return to your posts." His voice was a near-perfect replica of the real man albeit slightly monotone.

As he ordered a shutdown of the operation, the Sergeant watched the trio of monsters approach the exit from your cellblock.

A multitude of squad leaders responded at once in a cacophony of "roger that" and "solid copy."

Monger slammed his hand onto the man's shoulder, bellowing into his ear, "Sergeant, I'm ordering you to stop!"

The Sergeant failed to do so much as blink in acknowledgement. He typed the beginning of a kill code into the system, but before he could enter the rest of the digits, the General heaved him out of the seat by the folds of his uniform.

The Sergeant did not offer a modicum of resistance and surrendered to the force of his grip like a husk, his fingers continuing to press keys independently of the violent motions jerking his body.

Monger turned the man round, his cheeks flushed and his teeth clenched, to yell directly into his face: "I am your commanding officer, and I'm relieving you of duty!"

It was as if he were speaking to a corpse in the morgue.

The Sergeant's eyes were bloodshot and gazed aimlessly at the ceiling, and his jaw sagged to a listless degree in the crisp air filling the security room. A look of unfettered apathy rested on his countenance, no signs of emotion whatsoever in his lolling head and unresponsive muscles.

There was an absence of breath hitting the General's face, a fact which prompted him to hold his middle and index fingers to the upper corner of the Sergeant's neck. A steady beat pulsed against his fingertips.

Some amount of visible life remained in the man, for he slapped the keyboard with the palm of his hand in a haphazard attempt to resume his work.

Eyelid twitching with the birth of dread, Monger threw the Sergeant to the ground, where he curled into the fetal position and released a disquieting hum.

The General raced to sit in the chair and tore the transceiver from its cradle in front of the radio. A quick scan of numerous computer monitors had him nearly pressing the device against his teeth to ensure that he was heard.

"War Machine Actual, War Machine Actual. This is Big Brother. I have visual on two bogies closing five klicks due south of your current position. How copy?" As he waited for a response, Monger leaned towards the computer monitor that displayed a significant stretch of your cellblock.

The chair exuded a discordant creak that received a wince from the man, and he squinted at the screen with his hands clenching the leather texture.

Eyes trailing the length of the corridor, he muttered, "Where are you, bug man?"

Instead of a humanoid cockroach, what he saw was a faint shadow tracing the wall adjacent to the camera. It moved at the speed of a snail, yet it appeared larger than the room itself. The shadow was incomplete at the top and bottom, ending before it formed a definitive shape and not reflecting on the floor or the ceiling.

Monger was granted a fleeting glimpse of what cast the shadow, but he wished for blindness. The General could not decide whether it was a gangly leg that extended longer than the highest bridges, a bulbous head that sheltered a brain larger than the sun or a grotesque torso that winded more than a spiral staircase.

The image stayed with him long after it vanished from the monitor, a whisper idling in the back of his mind.

A triangular silhouette dipped in front of the camera and obscured much of the image. The General recoiled before the antennae protruding from it revealed it to be the head of a cockroach, a realization that sparked alarm when the footage cut to static.

He went to report the third bogey, but an emergency transmission burst through the radio.

"This is 4-Bravo Echo-5 Alpha! 4-Bravo Actual has opened fire on his unit! We're taking heavy casualties!"

Monger searched the array of computer monitors for a possible location, identifying the speaker as belonging to the squadron that guarded the rear entrance to the hangar.

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"Roger that. Solid copy on SITREP, 4-Bravo. I'm on my way." He went to leave but, remembering that he had yet to sign off, stopped himself and finished.

"Out."

Dozens of commandos lined every balcony and doorway in the hangar, painting the otherwise grey and blue environment in streaks of green camouflage. Waves of tranquillizer guns were pointed at the monsters like bombs itching to explode.

General Monger stood on the floorboard of his jeep with his hands gripping the top of the windshield, and a squadron had encircled the vehicle in a protective formation.

"Monsters," boomed the General, "I'm giving you one chance to end this nice and quietlike! Return to your cells, or we will shoot." He needed no megaphone, for his voice carried like the rumbles of a mountain during an avalanche.

The Missing Link and Dr Cockroach shared apprehensive looks, while B.O.B. expanded to cover a portion of your body. "I'll get the left side! Link and Doc, you guys get the right side!" shouted the gelatinous mass, intending to absorb all tranquillizer darts that sailed from the left side of the humongous room.

Inspecting the rows of soldiers waiting to rain down a barrage of projectiles, the cockroach succumbed to a touch of doubt. He dug his fingernails into his palms and, after casting an unsound glance at Monger, turned to face you. "Go! Leave this place!"

Dr Cockroach pointed to the landing zone, which was glossy from a hint of sunshine. "We'll be right behind!"

As he said this, the Missing Link peered at him in a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

Frightened murmurs erupted in the ranks of commandos when you began to float towards the surface. The General looked between you and the monsters before raising his arm above his head, and he brought it down like a butcher chopping a slab of meat.

Showers of tiny darts plunged into the hangar floor and grazed your departing form with no apparent effects.

The Missing Link watched as a projectile impaled you, the sight causing him to grumble, "Maybe next time, Cocoa Beach." He tackled the soldier responsible and groaned at the handful of darts that pierced his back.

The doctor was attempting to run along below you, narrowly avoiding a fresh swarm of darts every few seconds. An unsupervised helicopter idling nearby drew him to the door of the aircraft. Upon opening it and clambering into the pilot seat, a hand grasped his leg and tossed him to the ground.

A pair of commandos sprinted inside and ignited the engine, rotating the helicopter to pursue you as soon as it started to rise. Dust swept across the area in throbbing ripples and forced the cockroach to shield his eyes with an arm.

Staggering to his feet, Dr Cockroach limped after you and paused at the edge of the landing zone. He channelled what fickle bits of strength still clung to his bones and stood upright with his arms outstretched on either side of himself as if to appear larger.

"We'll find each other again someday!" Desperate hope cracked his voice at the end of his promise, surviving in the way he refused to tear his gaze from that pinch of early sunlight even as his legs wobbled like unreliable stilts.

The robust winds produced by the spins of helicopter blades pulled his antennae away from his head, pushing his voice to reverberate through the vertical passageway to the surface. The hem of his lab coat fluttered against the violent swirls of air like flightless wings.

Observing the cockroach's raw insanity stripped of all inhibition, the Missing Link widened his eyes and slowly lowered his arms from their defensive position. He looked to B.O.B. for confirmation, but the gelatinous mass was preoccupied with swallowing and regurgitating soldiers like a machine.

It was at that moment that the sea creature had been struck by a bolt of uncertainty. The hands that were shoving and deterring those who would shower you in tranquillizer darts seemed less pure than they did before, incurring a degree of filth that no amount of water would cleanse.

Before he could question Dr Cockroach, his sudden discomfort was interrupted by a pair of rapid, thunderous footsteps.

Monger seized the collar of the doctor's lab coat and yanked him forward, allowing only a sliver of air to separate them. If he had been standing at his full height, the cockroach would have lowered his head to meet the man's gaze, but the excitement and abruptness of the movement caused his legs to droop against the floor.

Saliva sprayed onto his face in droplets as the General bared his teeth and yelled, "Doctor, do you have any idea what you just unleashed?"

His voice, its natural gravelly edge sharpened by panic and rage, carried past the drones of helicopter engines and shouts of various commandos.

Orders were flung across the hangar as if they were balls to catch, and the pounding of combat boots on metal floors overlapped with the emergence of howling alarms from the walls and ceilings.

The oscillating alarms cast flashes of red light onto Dr Cockroach, illuminating his disoriented and awestruck expression.

The doctor tilted his head back while his antennae sagged like a limp rope. He slowly stumbled from side to side in Monger's grasp, shoes clacking as they grazed each other and hit the floor with careless strength in a bizarre imitation of tap dancing.

"Something glorious," he whispered in breathless amazement, and a sluggish form of maniacal laughter began to vibrate his chest.

The General relinquished his hold in an instant, retracting his arm to his side as if protecting it from Dr Cockroach's menace.

The cockroach dropped to the ground like a rag doll.

His laughter only swelled as Monger tested a silent insult borne of callous perplexity on his lips, and the man slowly shook his head while taking a decisive step away. He raised his elbows as though a puddle of the doctor's insanity was spilling out from underneath his body.

After a moment of deliberation, Monger outstretched an arm and pointed his fingertips at the glass wall of the war room. "Get the president on the phone! Alert the Pentagon!"

A pair of commandos who were sprinting by paused to salute him before redirecting their paths to enact his orders.

"Code red, people! Code red!" he shrieked like a banshee, turning his attention to the remaining monsters. "Get back in your cells!"

The booming ire flooding his tone earned a wince from the Missing Link, while B.O.B. darted back and forth between what was the most visually exciting bit of chaos in each second.

Monger approached the trio with an aggressive slam of his foot. "Get back now!" He pointed a finger in the direction of their cellblock, and the Missing Link hopped closer to Dr Cockroach, who was fidgeting on the floor and quivering from intermittent cackling.

The sea creature nudged him with his knuckles.

"Come on, Doc. We gotta go."

His voice was quiet and sorrowful, barely overcoming the nearby alarms. When the doctor continued to glance at random areas of the hangar and clasp his hands together like a cartoon villain, the Missing Link begrudgingly went to carry him.

No sooner than he neared the cockroach's antennae did Dr Cockroach sit up and clutch his shoulders. "Link!" he exclaimed with surprise, as if the sea creature's presence had gone unnoticed by him until that moment.

"They're coming back for us! We'll finally have our freedom!" The doctor was hovering just below a squeal, nodding his head and rocking his legs up and down as if riding an invisible bicycle.

A quiet "what" slipped past his lips, and the Missing Link turned to watch the landing zone before he could check his enthusiasm.

When nothing immediately appeared, he cursed himself in a silent grumble and shook his head. Dismay burdened his walk, exacerbating his poor posture and dragging his attention to the floor.

"Oh, not today," chuckled Dr Cockroach, "not even next year!" His eyes followed the Missing Link's journey about him to the transport cage.

"No, decades from now, they'll free us all—" he extended the last word as he fell supine onto the concrete "—from this prison!" The cockroach proceeded to wag his arms and legs like a child creating a snow angel, his disturbing laughter undermining the General's endeavour to control the situation.

B.O.B. zipped to the feet of Dr Cockroach. "They're coming to visit us?!" The gelatinous equivalent of arms protruded from his sides, and he proceeded to fan himself as if he were a character in a soap opera. "Oh my gosh, I need to find a housewarming gift!"

He snatched an assault rifle from a soldier and consumed it like a fast-food addict devoured chicken wings, rushing to locate more potential presents while the General bit his tongue to suppress an obscene outburst.

"Cockroach, return to your cell pronto!" Monger jabbed a finger at the doctor, but he was prevented from physically moving him into the transport cage when a commando dashed out of the blur of soldiers marching to aircraft and shouting warnings over transceivers.

"Sir, the city of Las Vegas and neighbouring towns are reporting mass power outages and storm cells forming." The summary was hampered by the commando's audible exhaustion, a quiver of dread and confusion about the implications of what he had just uttered inciting a groan from the General.

He grasped the soldier by the strap of his helmet and tugged him closer. "What in Sam Hill are you telling me for? Get NOAA on the line!"

The commando bent his neck to get away from the man, curling his lips and crinkling his eyes in a silent whimper. He scurried to the communications area when Monger released him with a tough push of his hand, for another soldier was clamouring for his attention, this time leaning out of the doorway to the war room.

"Sir! The president wants a battle plan." A red telephone was clenched in her hand, the commando obscuring the end of the device that transmitted sounds with her palm.

The sight of it and the awareness of what was to come plummeted onto Monger like a punch to the face. It stupefied him for an instant before he took a deep breath to quell his worries.

Running a hand across his greying hair, the General straightened his posture and grabbed the uniform of a nearby soldier. "Secure them," he ordered in a steady voice that contrasted the mayhem governing the base, his head slightly tilted downwards and his gaze looking beyond the commando.

At the instinctual "yessir" that followed, Monger strode to the metal staircase that led to the upper floor of the facility.

The soldier beckoned to a few colleagues for assistance, and the group herded B.O.B. into the transport cage with promises of cake and balloons. They had begun to lift Dr Cockroach when he jumped up and brushed his lab coat with the back of his hand as if repulsed by the contact.

The cockroach sauntered to a place beside his fellow monsters, intertwining his arms behind his back and holding his head high.

The whispers in his mind grew fainter as the cage retreated to their cellblock on a conveyor belt; but your call would resurface whenever he found himself unable to sleep and climbing the walls in search of a taste of the power you had granted him on that dreadful night.