#fem!Solus

[quillfulwriter]

“We were—” Drell could not blush. Didn't mean he wasn't feeling awkward. Changes in subtle pupils, two sets of eyelids. Easiest way to tell. Mordin felt for him, but how to comfort Thane? Unclear. “She started to hallucinate.”

“Did not share her booklet? Negligent.”

“There’s a… booklet?”

[eelnoise]

with hearts aligned (nsfw!)

zoro x fem!reader this fic's followup btw. takes place between fishman island and PH (yes there's lore!! 🙄! and yes zoro did keep all that shit bottled up for a bit!!) cw: confessions of love, somewhat troubled zoro, not-so-awkward first times (our boy is intuitive okay ?!), piv sex, fingering, cute stuff idk an: okay i know this took a long time but i re-wrote this like 5 times and accidently got hyperfixated on ffxiv and generally needed a break from writing BUT WE ARE BACK BABY !!! wc: 3.4k tagging @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @sleepymarimo @willowbelle @nina-ya

The clinking of cutlery upon plates and chatter among friends fills the small island tavern with animated joy and serene relief. Brook plays the violin somewhere to the left side of the room, though the eager blathering of the crew drowns out the more finer notes and melodies played. 

A well-deserved interruption and a welcome change from the unpredictable nature of the past few day’s events – though for Zoro, it’s a distraction that’s come to an end. Despite the crew being whole again, he still feels a hollowness within – something no amount of eating or drinking or fighting can fill.

And it’s entirely his fault.

You sit across the table from him, sipping at a near-empty glass of wine and discussing something inaudibly with Usopp. He can’t quite read your expression from where he’s seated, but you look interested enough in the conversation. 

And if it’s obvious to himself that he’s keeping you at arm’s length, it’s clear to anyone with a working conscience that he’s doing his utmost to avoid you. The many longing gazes from his peripheral do not go unnoticed, but he dares not to look – for the hurt in your eyes would crush him and sear and stain into his soul.  A far-flung difference from the camaraderie that came before all of this, when the two of you were rarely found an inch too far apart from one another – and now Zoro can’t even look you in the eye. After his many imagined intimate rendezvous,how could he?

With you distracted, he lets his eye wander across your face, to the length of your arm, down to the glass pinched between your fingers – but it comes to rest upon your lips. He watches, transfixed on the flight peek of your tongue behind your teeth when you speak, how your lips twist with each syllable, how they purse when you’re in thought, and the way they stretch across your cheeks when you smile.

Zoro’s throat tightens, a sharp dagger of guilt carving into his chest. He forces his stare to the table, the tiniest sliver of your form still lingering in the corner of his vision. You’ve journeyed this far, fought, bled, and laughed together. And now, for once, he’s unable to find the words to say.

The weight of his inaction bears down on him, leaving him listless. The only respite he’s found is in the distraction of a battle, a thudding, a clash, steel ringing against steel. In those moments, he’s alive, he’s focused, and the words that plague his every waking thought cease to exist. But without the battle, Zoro is left with nothing but the echoes of unspoken desires.

His hand trembles, gripping his mug of ale as he brings it to his lips. The bitterness of the brew does little to quell the fire in his chest. He’s a swordsman, a pirate – not a poet, bard, or a man of words. It’s a mess of feelings. Lust, want, longing, love, all these indescribable sensations that only serve to make Zoro feel weak and helpless and vulnerable when faced with them. He feels like a coward, daring never to speak to you again, never to confess his feelings, and never pulling you into his arms and kissing you senseless.

Zoro’s eye meets yours for one singular fleeting moment, the intensity of the connection making his heart race. He knows he can’t keep up this charade, this dance of avoidance – but how does one even confess to these feelings? How does one bridge the gap between comrade and lover? He scratches his chin, trying to come up with a solution, but all he can think of is a single, frustrating fact: he can’t keep running.

Whether it’s every empty bottle he’s seen the bottom of tonight, the last of his resolve wearing thin, or just the sheer guilt of it all that drives him suddenly to his feet, he isn’t sure. Inhaling one of the deepest breaths he’s ever taken, he silently trudges around the table to where you’re seated.

At first, he hovers awkwardly so as to not interrupt the conversation you’re having. Both hands come to rest at either side of the back of your chair and he can feel his pulse through his fingertips on the wood – and when you tilt your head up to look at him, a curious smile twitching at the edges of your cheeks, he cracks.

Zoro clears his throat and forces his gaze. “I need to talk to you for a sec.”

His voice is hoarse as he asks, and he hopes you can’t hear the nerves that lie beneath his words. Surprised by how much he’s sweating and how his heart races against his ribcage, he swallows to regain some semblance of composure.

“It’s important,” he adds, trying not to stumble over his thoughts. It’s a pitiful excuse, but all that comes to mind amidst the maelstrom of emotion in his head.

“Oh, yeah – of course!” You reply with raised brows and begin to stand. Zoro allows you the room to move, taking a step back from the table. “Sorry, Usopp,” you say as you turn and give him a weak shrug, “Remind me where we left off later?”

“No prob!” The sniper shoots a thumbs-up and the two of you exchange a wave before you turn to follow Zoro away from the lively table and out of the tavern.

Zoro leads you to a quiet spot by the docks nearby, where the salty scent of the sea mingles with the faint tang of fish and the distant hum of the island. He can’t bring himself to look at you, electing instead to focus on the water and the twinkling reflection of the night sky in the soft waves.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly, taking a few steps toward him and assuredly taking note of his hesitance. “What’s up?”

“I missed you,” Zoro replies, fixated on the sigh of the shifting tides lapping at the wooden posts below. “A lot.”

“I missed you too, Zoro, but what’s so urgent?” The concern in your tone is apparent and caring, and normally works to soothe him when his mind runs rampant – but this moment, this situation he finds himself in, it does the opposite.

“No,” Zoro shakes his head, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I missed you - differently from the others.”

“Differently?”

Zoro’s jaw clenches, and part of him wants to jump into the ocean and swim as far away from the island as his arms will take him. The honest admission hangs heavy on his tongue, the weight of the years of denial suddenly threatening to push it out. He pauses, opens and closes his mouth a few times, then finally, with a shaky exhale, he looks you straight in the face.

“I love you.”

The admission hangs between you, the weight of years of suppression. Zoro shifts his weight from one foot to the other, twinges of regret creeping up the nape of his neck.  It takes you a moment to reply, and considering the nature of the confession, it's reasonable. Zoro's nerves feel like hot coals beneath his skin as he watches your face for any sign of an answer.

“...for real?” Your gentle response fills his entire being with a wistful spark of hope.

Zoro's fingers curl into fists. "Yes, for real," he confirms, still not looking up. His heart thuds painfully in his chest, a heavy, leaden weight. All his hopes and fears rest on the outcome of this conversation. He's unsure if he could handle rejection, but he can't go back to the pretense any longer. Zoro swallows, tasting bile at the back of his throat. "I should've told you before now, but I... I'm an idiot.” He lets out a humorless laugh, his voice quiet.

He isn’t sure when you move, but a smaller, softer hand wraps around his – and in an instant, he feels himself relax into your touch. Zoro relaxes his grip, allowing your fingers to entwine with his.

He snaps his gaze towards you, his heartbeat ringing loudly in his ears. You peer at him, a sweet, crooked smile on your lips and a blush across your face. And when your free hand finds purchase on his cheek, Zoro finds himself leaning in. 

You meet him halfway in a genuine, tender kiss that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through him. Zoro's arms wrap around you and pull you close. The world around falls away as you both delight in the embrace. The kiss is gentle, delicate, and filled with longing. It floods him with an unexpected warmth – and for once, he can't think of the past or the future. He's simply lost in the present moment.

When you finally pull away, Zoro can't help but lean into your palm on his cheek with a bit of a dazed smile on his face. Holding onto your hand, his other hand slowly moves to cup your cheek in return. His heart is pounding, his mind a blank slate tinged with overwhelming happiness. He's lost in your gaze, unable to speak, but he doesn't need to. The moment says everything.

"Do you know how much I missed you?" you murmur, lips ghosting his and thumb trailing upward to gently trace the lower half of the scar that now covers his right eye. "How often I thought of you?"

And then you say it - the words he's only imagined hearing you speak.

"I love you, too.”

Zoro's chest tightens, a lump forming in his throat as he meets your gaze, his heart swelling. Words fail him, the raw emotion in his gut silences his voice.  A slow smile spreads across his lips, a look of awe and joy shadowing his features. He doesn't need words. The simple fact that you feel the same is enough to fill him with warmth and peace. 

Leaning in again, Zoro captures you in another deep kiss – a deep and soulful kiss that speaks volumes. He's consumed by the feeling of being with you, of finally being able to express his love. His hand moves to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer, and he kisses you with all the passion and longing he's suppressed for far too long.

You sigh into him, the sound willingly swallowed by Zoro’s growing hunger. Arms wrap around his shoulders and you press yourself into him, the opened-mouthed kiss quickly turning into a twist of tongues dancing together in a frenzied rhythm with audible smacks of saliva mixing with each meeting of your lips. His hand clutches your hair more firmly, his other hand slipping around her waist to pull you impossibly closer.

The gesture is all-consuming, a whirlpool of desire and affection that leaves him lightheaded. For the first time in years, he feels like he's truly alive, his heart beating in perfect harmony with yours.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Zoro's lips ghost over your jawline, trailing down to your collarbone as he breathes in your scent, savoring every moment. He wants to memorize the taste, the feel, and the sound of your breath as his hands roam over your body, his heart beating a furious tempo.

You let out a small gasp when his lips touch your sensitive flesh, your body reacting to his every move. Goosebumps raise in the wake of his fingertips as he nibbles at your neck, causing your grip to tighten and for you to moan softly into his ear. 

Part of Zoro wants to take you here and now, but what remains of his will stops him. He growls into your neck and lifts you up fully and, – with a little assistance from you –  heads in the direction of the ship anchored nearby. The others wouldn't be back for a while, so why not take advantage of the privacy?

You’re weightless in his arms as he carries you away from the bustle of the small island village and towards the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Zoro can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his pants as you kiss and nip along his neck, giggling in his ear when he retaliates with a playful squeeze to your rear and a rumbling growl against your skin.

He wastes little time pushing the door to the men’s quarters open with the tip of his boot, his grip on your hips tightening when he moves to lift you onto the nearest bunk, one hand still clutching your waist while the other travels up under your shirt to caress your chest, deft hands making quick work of unhooking your bra and tossing it aside to be forgotten.

Zoro’s breathing hitches, his eyes dark and lustful as he dips his head to suckle at the swell of your breast. He can feel himself twitching against your thigh, and despite his inexperience, he wants nothing more than to please you. 

He kisses down your body, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue while his hand roams, finding your core already soaked with desire. He pauses, fingers grazing over your clothed slit and feeling you shiver in pleasure. Zoro murmurs your name, and snakes his fingers beneath the waistband of both your shorts and panties before sliding them down your legs in one motion, leaving you naked and bared before him. His own pants follow suit, quickly discarded next to yours.

Zoro's hand finds its way between your thighs again, spreading your folds with ease, and he lowers his head to kiss you once more, his tongue probing your mouth as his fingers gently stroke your clit, drinking in your soft moans.

"Show me." He whispers just loud enough for her to hear. His expression is a loving one, though she notes the slightest bit of hesitance in his words.

Show me how you like it.

You nod and guide his fingers, taking two of the large digits and easing them in circles on your clit. "Not too rough, though," you say patiently, letting go of him with a soft sigh and an encouraging smile. 

Zoro hums in acknowledgment, his thumb and forefinger doing as you ask, the slickness of your pussy allowing his fingers to move easily as he continues to tease at your clit. His other hand rests on your hip, steadying you as his thumb rolls over the sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting small moans from you. 

Zoro brushes the tip of his finger against your entrance in an experimental move, and by the way you wreathe and whine, he's urged to continue his work. He slides one past your folds and inside of you, making your toes curl and your back arch.

"Shit–" You sputter out between breathless sighs of desire. "Feels really good..."

One finger becomes two, your inner walls clenching around them as he scissors them in and out of your pussy. There's a wet slosh of sound coming from where you meet, your wetness audibly coating his fingers and dripping down down his wrist. 

Zoro's breath hitches at the sound of your pleasure, his eyes dark with desire as he watches your reaction. He's entranced by how your body responds to him, and he can't help but lick his lips as he continues to finger you. He adds a third, the stretch making you gasp and tighten around him.

His pace increases, his fingers swirling and thrusting within you, and he watches as your body writhes and arches beneath him. He can feel the tension building in you, the way your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed.

"Do you want me inside you?" Zoro asks, his voice low and thick with need. He's anxious to give you pleasure, but he's struggling to keep himself from joining his fingers inside you.

"Please," you whine, eyes wide and watery with pleasure but red hot with the need for more. "Need you, Zoro."

Zoro's heart beats wildly in his chest, his own need for you overwhelming as he pulls his fingers from your slick warmth and licks them clean before sitting back on his heels to position himself between your legs. He lines his cock up with your entrance and looks into your eyes, the passion reflected in his own.

Without warning, he thrusts forward, plunging deep into your tightness. You're hot and wet around him, and he lets out a growl of satisfaction as he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment, allowing you both to adjust and to revel in the feeling of being connected. He pulls back, slowly at first, then picks up the pace as he leans over you, the headboard digging into the wall with each forceful thrust. Zoro's eyes never leave yours, his gaze locked as if he's trying to absorb every detail of your expression.

Each stroke of his cock against your walls feels heaven-sent, and the taste of you that lingers on his tongue drives him crazy with want. Nails dig into the flesh of his triceps and your back arches, a song of passion belting from between your lips, a serenade made for him and him alone.

Zoro grunts at the sound of your pleasure, his thrusts becoming even more ferocious as he watches your reaction, the sight of you so lost in ecstasy driving him to the brink. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he pounds into you, the sweat glistening on your skin as your bodies collide.

The moonlight trickling in from the window illuminates your body below him. It's a sight better than anything he could dream, your face contorting in bliss and ecstasy, hands clinging harshly onto him as if he'd disappear if you let go. Savoring a feeling that neither wants to forget.

"You're so fucking perfect." Zoro growls, leaning over you to kiss you feverishly, his tongue seeking yours as he fucks you. He can feel the tension building, the way your body tenses and your nails dig into his skin, and he knows you're close. He wants to give you this moment, wants to make you cum as much as he wants to feel it himself.

"Come on," he urges, his voice thick with lust. "Let go for me." The words were a warning, a promise that he wasn't going to last much longer..Zoro increases the pace of his assault, his own release imminent as he watches your face, your eyes half-lidded and flushed with pleasure. Together, you move, driven by the primal need for release.

Zoro's thumb meets your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with the speed of his ministrations. The dual stimulation pushes you over the edge, crying out butchered attempts at his name as your body convulses around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Zoro can't hold back any longer, feeling his own climax building as he watches you.

With a roar, he lets go, burying himself deep as he cums, the spasms of your walls milking him as he shudders and groans into your ear, seed spilling inside of you. He pants heavily, leaning over you as he rests on his forearms, his forehead meeting yours. He stays like that long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips before collapsing atop you with a very exhausted, but very relieved sigh. 

You breathlessly hold him close. Cradling his sweaty form to your chest, one hand makes its way into his moss-green tresses to lightly scratch at his scalp. Zoro lets himself relax, letting out a sigh and nestling into your shoulder. He closes his eyes, feeling thoroughly sated in your embrace.

Zoro pulls out of you eventually, gently rolling off your body to rest. He pulls you into his side as he nuzzles into your hair. "I love you." He whispers, his voice soft and tender and almost unrecognizable.

Snuggling into his side, your hand still lazily strokes his head. "I love you too," you reply, voice equally tender, and a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Your soft touch and tender words soothe Zoro, your shared connection cemented in the aftermath of passion. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he feels himself drifting off to sleep, a smile still lingering on his lips. The words you whispered echo in his mind, a warm feeling settling in his chest – and together, in each other's arms, you find peace.

[mskenway97]

I had this in mind for some time and some ideas made me think about this story. It takes place during the course of the 'Alpha/Omega' episode of transformers prime after Optimus lost the Star Saber.

Tfp Optimus Prime x Fem!human!reader

I will stay

Words: 1,576

Summary: You haven't heard from your guardian for days, when you got the news from Jack that a new weapon had been discovered. You decided to stop by to see why he wasn't talking to you like before to discover a side of him you didn't know.

Warning: angst, sorrow, g/t content, g/t confort fluff

You knew something wasn't right, ever since he came back with his memory restored. Something was keeping you upset, you felt that he had put up a wall that you couldn't get through. That didn't happen before. You met him by chance bad timing, a detour home several Vehicons and a big robot of almost 30 ft. Since then he had taken care of you, as Ratchet refused to be the guardian, plus you were older than the children on the base to your surprise. You befriended them, but you were always intrigued by Prime, and little by little you were able to talk about various things. Seeing what caught his attention… Apart from the popular culture books of Earth and what I was dedicated to. Partly little by little you began to fall in love with this metallic giant, his kindness, his concern, his dedication to the Earth. To feel safe among his servos, or to sit on his shoulder while he worked, little details that mattered a lot to you. But at the same time they made you feel helpless, helping Miko and Raf was easy. Engaging Ratchet in conversation was a challenge. Understanding Bumblebee was a challenge. But you tried because you wanted to get to know them better. Everything started to change since Unicron showed up, the day Optimus left… Those were the worst days for you, you didn't know how much you needed him… the sound of his voice, the touch of his finger when he stroked your hair…

He came back to you but interactions started to be more limited, he would pick you up from work: Arcee or Bulkhead. Only Ratchet stayed at the base…. That made you feel partly miserable, you knew he had great work, great responsibility but at the same time you wanted to help him. That he just didn't show that stoic side to all the people. But you were only a small human, between a war of enormous titans. You could only stand by and watch, you wished you could do more, could help more. But you were just an ant in comparison…. You wished at least to see him smile, at least just once… If only you could comfort him, do something. You would do anything. This was eating you up more and more. Until the deadline came when Jack started telling you about a new weapon the autobots had found: Star Saber, it seemed they had an advantage to win, at least something that looked like they would win the war once and for all. That day you left work late at night, but you knew Optimus would be at the base, so you called Ratchet for a groundbridge. You watched with all the joy in the world. Until you saw Ratchet's long faces, the others were patrolling. You didn't understand what was going on until you saw a weapon completely destroyed.

-Ratchet, what happened? - you asked as you climbed the stairs. Ratchet sighed as he looked at the command center - Star Saber was destroyed, Megatron found a way to create his own Star Saber with Dark Energon.

-How is this possible? Solus Prime's forge can only be used by one.

-Megatron found a way… Optimus fought against him, with some injury but he will be

-Damage?! - you said as Ratchet tried to calm you down.

-He's fine. You should go home… Something in you jumped, you were sick of having to leave, of having to be pulled back - No, not this time. I'm going to talk to him. Don't even think of stopping me - you said seriously as you walked down the hallway without listening to Ratchet's words to reason with you. You moved quickly down the long hallway to get to Optimus' room, you didn't think, you acted on pure instinct and emotion. You wanted to know how he was doing, he didn't care if he tried to kick you out, he wasn't going to back down too. you weren't going to leave him behind, you weren't going to give up anymore. You tried knocking on the huge door to see that it wasn't locked, which surprised you since Optimus was always careful with his room and his secrets. He hadn't let you in either due to various reasons that the autobot leader always made an excuse for. Then you walked in to see around a room that had a huge desk, next to a bed, what appeared to be a pile of datapads on the desk table. You stood admiring the place, as you looked like a little doll or toy as you walked around. The door behind you closed, you jumped in fright. Then you saw Optimus, he seemed to be leaning on his bed. At least you had a fix on him, the problem was how to get to him.

It was not easy for you to get to the bed but with a lot of patience you climbed up one of the bed spreads, you approached carefully so that he would not crush you when he moved, you were in front of his face about to wake him up but you noticed on his face in his optics rather, there was something blue liquid. Biologically, humans and cybetronians were not so different… He was crying… You approached him carefully as you touched his faceplate, it felt cold but at the same time you heard a small engine noise, you saw that he opened the optics slowly to see your face so close to him. You thought he was going to refuse or push you away, you were about to respond but contrary to what you thought, his servo grabbed you to pull you to his chest and place you close to his spark. He was stroking your back with his other servo, feeling a great warmth but you shook your head at what you initially came for. This bot had great skill in reading your mind, he already knew why you were here.

-You were worried about me… I am sorry for my absence these days, little one. Matters have led me into situations to keep you and the rest safe. You clenched your fist, a little clenched your jaw, I was doing it again….

-Don't do it… Optimus was confused to hear you - Pardon?

-Don't you dare hide how you feel in front of me, I know you're trying to protect me…. But what matters to me is how you feel, don't you dare say it's not important, war is important. You are distancing yourself from everyone…

-Little girl, I…

-Don't you dare do this alone… When Unicron arrived you disappeared. I thought you really left - you said trying to keep your tone of voice without tears - You walked away, I don't care if it's for my protection, I don't care how many times you try to push me away, I will stay… I will not leave here - you said determinedly as you looked at the optics. There was a deafening silence between the two of you, you looked at each other with determination that your words, then you felt his arms around you squeezing you a little you felt him leaning you to his chassis. You looked at his optics to see the tears coming back to him.

The burdens of a leader are something I must keep, I stayed away for your protection. I may win some battles others I may lose them with quite a few consequences: the Star Saber, Raf's life was close too…. If it hadn't been Raf… - he said as he lifted me up to look at you better - and if it had been you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself…. The words the giant had said had hit hard in your heart, as he wrapped his servos around you as if to protect you from the world -… I can't lose you like that - he said in a low voice. That made a little more of a dent in you, but you moved closer to his face, leaned gently to his cheek as you saw that his optics were focused on you.

-I know, that's how I've been feeling these days too…. I don't want to lose you like this either.

You gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, which had the effect of sounding her engines a little as she squeezed you a little closer in her servos, you felt her nuzzle to you. You had missed these interactions so much, you had missed her too much.

-Next time, try talking to me. I know I can't share your burden, but I'll listen to you as long as it takes - you said as she put you back closer to her chassis but closer to her spark.

-I will try for you. And I will never leave you alone again - he said as you felt a big pulse of sparkle warm you up a little. That was all you needed to hear, you stayed like that for a while longer as words were not needed at that moment. Maybe when things calmed down you would tell him how you really felt about him. Just feeling his company, though, was all you needed. Maybe one day you would manage to get a smile out of him. But little by little, you felt him close your eyes to fall asleep near his chassis. Feeling at peace at last… Next to him.

[planete777]

꒰ RED LINES .:. LN4 ꒱

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n finds her fate hidden within two red lines, and fears the demise of her and lando's relationship. [based on this ask]

pt. 2 .:. 'red hearts'!

WARNINGS. pregnant!reader, both her and lando aren't ready so there are discussions about potential abortions, mental break downs (i.e panic attacks, crying, you know the drill), angst, mentions of throwing up (no one does it i promise), attachment issues (like me fr), a little bit of fluff (because im not that evil >:])

NOTE. first non-high!lando fic!! i've never written a pregnancy fic, so like, forgive me if it's bad haha 🥲 i put so much effort into my banner, like i'm so proud of it lmao. anyways, enjoy reading luvs 💗

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any high!lando thoughts, scenarios and requests, or any other trope too 🤍

edited to add tag in banner

y/n is almost blinded by it.

two bold, red lines.

she finds it completely comical how she didn't know it sooner, for the ink that runs down the result window is so palpable, it might as well have been written with a permanent marker.

the test taunts and mocks her as she stares at it in complete despair and confusion as she so sure that they had been careful. but now, she lets herself cry over spilt milk because having a baby, on top of mountainous piles of stress that came hand-in-hand with uni, was not a checkbox she would've liked to tick off amidst her status quo.

the bathroom pounds with an deafeningly eerie silence, as she stares, and stares, then blinks as tears flow, then stares again. her ears are swallowed by loud static and her vision fuzzes around the edges, making the test in her hand seem further away than it actually is, and she allows herself to completely fade out.

she feel utterly sick. like she wants to throw up, but the upcoming bile, instead, remains dislodged in her throat and presses immense weight into her chest. it shortens her breaths, she's hyperventilating as if she's been strangled, then panic completely overwhelms her. everything before her zooms in and out like a malfunctioning camera and the pregnancy test clatters to the ground as she digs the heels of her palms into her eyes.

she doesn't remember the last time she had a panic attack this severe, and neither does she know if she'll get over it solus. yearn for a presence beside her devours her brain and she wishes that lando–

lando.

the way her heart seems to squeeze in her chest is almost too animalistic to be normal, and it arrives at the thought of him being unacceptable of the baby. he's barely situated in one place, fuck, he basically travels for a living, and all her mind conjures is how he won't be there when she needs him most. she tries to wish it away, because just thinking about her makes her spiral even more and she knows she cannot survive with a child whose father decides to be absent.

codependency isn't great, that she's thoroughly aware of, but lando's presence brings a wave of comfort braided in the brightness of his smiles and the warmth of his embrace, and it has become her whole lifeline.

yet, the bathroom she's in feels too small and too cold to be anything other than unbearable, and her body feels to weak to remain upright, sliding down to the tiled floor. she sobbing and spluttering so much that lando can hear it from two rooms down, and he rushes into the en suite without a thought in mind.

he crouches down in front of her, hands flush against the skin of her cheeks. he's shaking, fucking terrified out of his wits, and his words are enunciated with a tremble.

"hey, hey, y/n breathe with me," he desperately takes her hands into his, and places it on his own chest, making exaggerated breaths as y/n's start to simmer. it feel like hours stretch by, the air surrounding feels tense with fear and devastation, and by the time she settles, y/n senses nothing but exhaustion.

"what's wrong, love? you're scaring me," lando gently asks, and she struggles to respond, mouth rid of any moisture as if it had been scraped dry. lando takes the initiative to look around in hopes that anything would give him a clue to his girlfriend's break down.

then he freezes.

the white stick lays there, gleaming and glowing like it's fucking sent from heaven, and he feels his heart plummet into the depths of his guts. he knows he can deny it all he wants, but it's undeniable, what he's seeing, yet prays like a grieving mother that what he thinks is not true as his quivering hands reaches for it.

two bold, red lines.

"oh fuck," it punches out of him, every inch of energy disperses like fleeing birds, "you're pregnant?"

it's so small, so timid that he almost doesn't see it, but she nods, and his arms fall like he's been shot and the test leaves his fingers. he swears he's drenched in ice cold water and he remains silent, bound by stunned numbness. his lack of response spurs y/n again, and she begins sobbing, pressing her face into her arms and wiping it furiously. all she thinks is that he doesn't want it, and out of sheer terror, she starts rambling utter shit.

"i can get rid of it, if you want, lando, just please i'm begging you, don't leave me."

he's crying himself now, doesn't know what to feel at the suggestion, but it makes him gag.

"get rid of it if i want to? fucking hell y/n, i'm not a prick like that," he fumbles out, words wet and hardly cohesive, "as long as you want to keep it, i want the baby too."

she looks up at him, eyes so full of hope that he immediately takes her into his arms.

"you sure, lando?" she's still hesitant, burying her head into his chest, and as further reassurance, he kisses her forehead, "as sure as i'll ever be."

[myungheartz]

Both are mine // Satan [ What in hell is bad? ]

"My shirt’s way too big for ya. It’s cute."

tags: fem!reader, reader’s implied to be smaller than Satan, Satan squeezing your boobs, implied nsfw ending, fluffy I guess

word count: 315

„What’re you doing?” Satan’s figure suddenly appeared next to you causing you to look up a little to meet his red eyes. His big hand sneaked around your waist.

„I was thinking about what to eat.” You tell him, leaning against his muscular chest, due to his big build it was comfortable to just rest like that. Satan smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

„Maybe I know a solu-“ He suddenly stops as he notices your shirt… Or more like his shirt, on you. A low chuckle escapes his lips, his hot breath hitting the soft skin on your neck, which by the way, was full of marks… All done by him, of course. „Hmm? Is that mine?”

He asks, putting his other hand on your chest, squeezing the soft flesh covered by the material.

To be fair, it was easy to tell that the clothing belonged to Satan. It was way bigger than any other of your clothes, reaching your thighs. It also had his scent all over it.

„What? My boobs or the shirt? 'Cause both are rightfully mine~” You said in an overly sweet voice to tease him. „So, I have absolutely no idea why would you think of something sooo absurd.”

„Last time I heard, which was last night you were saying repeatedly that you belong to me~” The demon’s grip on your boob tightened just to make you squirm.

„Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes, leaving his embrace and taking few steps back, just enough for him to have the full view of your body.

„My shirt’s way too big for ya. It’s cute…” He pulled you close kissing you deeply, his hand wandering down to squeeze your ass shamelessly. „Bedroom?” He purred, already knowing the answer, but your nod made him smirk anyway.

You wasted no time and disappeared into the depths of the bedroom.

[joelslegalwhre]

My Riduur

word count // 1.6k

pairing // Din Djarin x fem!reader

word count // 1.6k

summary // Mando didn't like it at all that some boy thought he could get close to his wife. He couldn't show with actions that you were his, the helmet prevented that, but he had his own way to show it.

warnings // jealous Din (let‘s still call him Din okay, thanks), pda, established relationship, lovesick puppy energy, protective!din, allusions to smut, Din and reader speaking Mando’a, me having absolutely no clue about Mando‘a grammar, taking the helmet off if you’re married is okay here, okay? Thanks (did I miss something?)

a/n // I put translation for the Mando‘a words at the end, so you don‘t get confused but I also have the link to the dictionary right here

Took me long enough to write this 😮‍💨 Thank god my exam is over (and I stressed for nothing, it was actually really easy), so here you go with my first ever din fic, I hope you like it x

Masterlist// Mando‘a dictionary I used // my kofi 🩷

It felt strange to be sitting here, in a bar on Mos Eisley, surrounded by all kinds of people, droids, and even a few bounty hunters.

It wasn't the feeling of sitting in a cantina that was weird. No, it was more the feeling of not having to accept a job. You were not here to look for one. In the last months you had almost had no break, and now you could finally lean back a little. The thought, of picking out a nice place with Mando for the three of you for the next few days, pleased you.

But before you did that, you just had to have the ship repaired a bit, after it had taken quite some damage.

Mando was still at Peli Motto's place, busy showing her the ship and checking the price for the repair. You had been looking around the bar ever since he left, hoping he'd be back soon. The jobs of the last weeks had been unique, the wages you had collected for them were easily enough to sit back and relax for a few days, even after getting the razor crest repaired.

You were sitting at a free spot at the bar of the cantina and watched the people and other beings talking to each other. Some argued, some laughed with each other.

You wondered how long it would take for Mando to-

"Hey there, gorgeous." someone sat down next to you, interrupting your thoughts.

You looked at the stranger for a moment, eyeing him. He had to be your age, a few strands of his dark hair fell into his face, and his eyes were not only gleaming with a deep blue, but with an extreme amount of confidence. "I didn't expect to see an angel today." he smirked in a way that almost made you laugh. He didn't lack any confidence, that was for sure.

You drew your brows together, and tilted your head slightly as you looked at him.

"Say, does that work on any woman?"

At his next sentence, you were sure he definitely had a drink too much or just a little too much self-confidence to flirt so shamelessly.

"You're not any woman." he winked.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded with an amused smile. "Oh, is that so?" you chuckled lightly.

"You're here with someone?" he asked, leaning closer. You immediately brought some more space between the two of you again, "I am, actually."

"Well, then where are they?" he asked with a grin that told you he didn't believe you. "Right here." you could hear Mando's deep, modulated voice. Your heart made a little jump when you turned your head and saw him walking straight towards you.

If looks could kill, this wannabe bounty hunter would be six feet underground by now. Mando's jaw had clenched when he saw the stranger talk to you. His jealousy stewing at the mere thought of another man looking at you this way. He’d been ready to stomp up to him and place a good, hard punch right at this fool's flirtatious face.

"Me'bana?" Mando asked, looking at you. His hand naturally found its place on your waist.

"Nothing," you leaned a little closer to him, "Kaysh mirsh solus."

Mando's light, breathy laugh made you almost turn into a puddle. 'He's an idiot.' you'd told him in Mando's native tongue, so the stranger in front of you wouldn't understand.

You had learned it when you started to accompany Mando. He was confused at first, to say at least, as to why you'd wanted to actually learn the language. But you wanted to get to know Mando, that included his native tongue. And besides, it was fun, sitting in the razor crest next to him, Grogu on your lap, learning to speak and read the extraordinary language of your Mandalorian.

"Hey, just so you know," said one started again, "Unalike that tin can there, I can show my face whenever, my lips too." he smirked. His obvious confusion about the two of you speaking in a language he'd never heard but knew must've been Mando'a.

You politely declined his request, slowly getting annoyed. "Thank you very much, but I actually really like the tin can right here."

Mando wanted to kiss you so bad, show you off as his, but he couldn't. That's just how it was, he couldn't take off his helmet. He was proud of his religion, it was part of him. You'd probably wouldn't even let him take it off, even if he tried. That was one of the many reasons he loved you so deeply. You respected his religion, tried to understand and learn about it.

And he could always take it off when the two of you were back in the privacy of the razor crest. He loved the curious look on your face every time he did, as if it was the first time you've seen his face.

But the truth was, that you were enamored with his features, the patchy beard paired with the mustache, his brown eyes and the brown curls… You could just never get enough of him.

Even before you two were married, you always loved to play with the ends of his fluffy hair, whenever it was getting longer once again. It was never much, but enough.

He had other ways to make sure everyone, especially the fool in front of you, knew you belonged to him.

"We need to look for our child." he was well aware that people believed he meant a human child when he referred to Grogu as "child" or "kid".

The look on the boy's face made a smug smile appear on Din's face, carefully hidden by the beskar helmet. He was so satisfied with himself, you could practically feel it spill over, and you didn't even need to see his face for it. You just chuckled quietly.

"Next time," Mando said, "watch who you talk to. My wife is off limits, understand?" his voice cold, almost threatening.

The eyes of the stranger widened, hearing the title.

You took Mando's gloved hand from where it was still firmly placed on your waist, and intertwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, let's go," you smiled up at your riduur. You turned back around to address the guy, trying to sound nice, "It was nice meeting you."

With that, you left him sitting there, Mando‘s grip on your hand tightening in a protective manner, as you left the cantina.

When you were back at the ship, you could see Grogu fast asleep in his pod, "He's the most adorable thing I've ever seen." you say to Mando, looking at the little being with a look of pure love. Mando‘s heart warmed at the sight of you and Grogu. His little odd family.

"Even more than you getting all jealous of that guy back in the cantina." you grinned at him teasingly.

Mando stepped closer to you, his hands on your hips once again. You slung your arms around his neck.

"I wasn‘t-" but he interrupted himself, he was jealous, so much so that he would've loved to take his blaster out of the holster, even if it was just for show. "I was protecting my aliit." Family. You could barely get your fastening heartbeat under control, no matter how many times he'd say it. "I'm all yours, Din."

"Good." he said, and lowered his head. You could feel the cold beskar of his helmet touch your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss. You loved when he showed you his love that way. You closed your eyes, just soaking up the moment. You couldn‘t see it, but Mando had also closed his eyes, his hands still on your waist, he tried to memorize every little detail about this, about you.

After some time, spent taking the other in, after savoring the intimacy, you could hear a content sigh voice through his modulator.

"I'll look after you, always." His hand wandered to your cheek and cupped it gently. “And trust me,” he huffed, "I won't let anyone flirt with my wife like that, cyar'ika." 

You grinned up at him. You couldn't wait to be all alone with him, leaving Grogu in the cockpit to sleep, and kiss him. Oh, how badly you just wanted to give his lips a little peck. You settled for wrapping your arms tightly around his armored middle, pressing yourself against his chest. 

Mando's arms around your shoulders, he leaned his helmet against your hair. Even if all you could feel was his armor, it was still him. Your Mandalorian. Your husband. "I love you, mesh'la." the modulator had barely picked it up. He'd whispered it into your hair, like he couldn't believe that you were his. That he had the privilege to be the one to hold you… to love you. And to be loved by you. 

"You know," you started smiling at him innocently, „since the baby's asleep, I thought you could show me how much. I mean, just so I know-"

"Haav." he interrupted you, his voice low, "Now." This was no plead, no, a demand. You chuckled and started walking to the makeshift bed you shared with him.

Behind you, you could hear him taking off his helmet, and you could barely hold in your excitement to finally see his face again. You had really missed it, although you've just seen him this morning before getting up. His armor followed next, a second later you could feel his arms wrap themselves around you. "Too many clothes." he whispered into your ear, his voice clear without the modulator. It gave you goosebumps all over your body, "Take them off then.".

Mando‘a translations:

ner = my, mine

riduur = partner, spouse, husband, wife

Me‘bana? = What‘s happening? What happened?

Kaysh mirsh solus = He‘s an idiot (lit. His brain cell is lonely)

cyar‘ika = darling, sweetheart

mesh‘la = beautiful

aliit = clan name, identity, family

haav = bed

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[gyaru-9rincezz]

★ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵐⁱˢᵗʳʸ -tetsurō kuroo 🐈‍⬛🧪🧸

Chemistry partner kuroo! X Fem! reader 🩷

warning/tags- female body parts mentioned, obsessive/Pervy Kuroo, obsessive/awkward reader, size difference, breeding, pantie stealing, (reader a little dumb but whatever 🙏)

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Tetsurō kuroo, the captain of Nekomas boy volleyball team. The 6’2 athlete that had all the girls swooning for him and had boys envy him was sitting right next to you in the library…

“So…should I go over to your house or do you want to come over to my house..?” I ask him while averting my eye contact with him, not wanting to make this situation more awkward then it already is since my face is tomato due to our closeness- if you can even call it that.

“Oh I don’t really care, whatever makes it more convenient for you” kuroo giggled as he noticed you were purposely avoiding eye contact with him.

‘God it’s that stupid giggle he has’ i think to myself- kuroo had this cute charming laugh that could make the coldest person blush. And I hated it! It wasn’t fair that I subconsciously blush and giggles to myself every time I hear his laughs… The truth is that I hated every person who also blushed at his giggle or obnoxiously laugh at his mediocre jokes, I hated everyone who was trying to grab his attention away from me.. “I guess this stupid crush never really went away”… I thought to myself before I was slapped back into reality

“Y/N..Y/N you okay..? Hello…?” Kuroo waved his hands in front of my face to grab my attention and to suck me out of my Lalaland “you alright there? Thought you were frozen or something” he let out another chuckle before tapping my hand. “Oh sorry.. yeah I’m fine! I’m just really sleepy that’s all” I said in a low tone, embarrassed that I zoned out and didn’t realize that he was talking to me

“Well we have an hour of school left, we should get a head start and begin the project.” Kuroo said as he reached over to get his backpack, pulling out the chemistry textbook and his laptop. I let out a simple ‘yeah’ and did the same as him

We looked through the project together and we decided to split the questions in half. Kuroo zoomed through his first couple questions with ease. It took you a moment to get the first couple answers down since chemistry wasn’t really my strong suit. At this point I got around 3-4 questions down as kuroo got about 10-15 done already. I looked over at his paper and It’s already half finished- “do you need some help?” Kuroo caught me looking at his paper for too long and kindly asked if I needed any help “-oh no I’m okay.. thanks though” ‘Fuck, why did I reject his help? I actually need it..’ I thought to myself, clearly I don’t think before I speak. I curse at my stupidity as I pretend to act like I know what I’m doing. “You sure? You’ve been stuck on that question for a while now. I can totally help you if you need it!” Kuroo smirked while he asked -almost like he was trying to taunt me.

‘let me help you god damn it, the more I look at her the more she turns me on..fuck she so cute’ kuroo thought to himself, he’s getting more and more agitated at your persistence but also trying to lower his heartbeat since it feels like it was about to jump out of his chest “oh uh, yeah this problem is just really hard..haha uhm you could help me I guess so we can finish faster.” I don’t know why I laughed so awkwardly and how I easily stumbled my words all in one sentence but i some how did it. ‘he probably thinks I’m weird now..shit’

‘fucking finally, the faster we get this done the faster I can leave and … take care of this problem’ he thought as he looked down at his hard bulge

“Great! Uh here let me see the problem and we can figure it out together” kuroo took my paper and started analyzing the difficult question. It only took him a couple seconds before he stared explain the question and started guiding me through it “Explain what changes and what changes stays the same when 1.00 L of a solution of NaCl is diluted to 1.80 L” kuroo read out the question to me. I look at him blankly “uhh..” is all I said while looking at him with a confused expression. “Mhm well the number of moles always stays the same in the dilution… and..” ‘man..I don’t know the the other answer.’ i looked down at the paper again trying to find the second answer of the problem “Correct, I believe the second answer would be that the concentration and the volume change in dilution” kuroo then goes on rambling about why that’s the answer. I don’t pay attention on what he says instead I look at the way his eyes light up when he’s talking about chemistry. If he wasn’t a Volleyball player he would be such a nerd!

*DING*

That was the school bell. Everybody in the library starts cleaning up their area and starts heading out the door, leaving me and kuroo alone together “I think we should do the rest of the project at your house, I mean if you don’t mind” kuroo said while packing his bag “y-yeah sure” I replied while grabbing my chem book. Kuroo and I then walked out the library together. I never really realized how tall kuroo is- well standing next to me at least. “hold on I need to use the restroom really quick. Wait for me k? It be really quick” kuroo looked back at me while heading to the men’s restroom “okay” I replied back to him as I watched him head to the washroom

Kuroo made sure the restroom was empty before he started walking to the very last stall. “Shit-” kuroo let’s out a breathy moan as he tugged his pants, gripping his harden cock through his pants. He pulled the toilet seat done and sat as he unzipped his pants; rubbing his cock through his boxers ‘gotta make this quick’ he thought to himself as he slid down his black slacks and his matching black boxers. He spat on his hand, body shaking as he grabs his shaft. “Mhm fuck~” kuroo moaned while rubbing himself “god Y/N the shit you do to me” he said under his breathe “need you so bad baby” kuroo whispered. Imaging that you were here with him in this stall. He imagined breeding your sweet cunt, he wanted to taste you, feel you, make you his. Prior to this- Kuroo had multiple girlfriends before in the past, they were fine.. for the most part but none of them compared to you.. although you guys never really talked Kuroo oftenly found himself stalking through your social media account. Making sure that you were still single, still ready for him.

It’s been a couple minutes since kuroo went to the restroom. I started getting worried about him, he’s been in there for longer than 8 minutes, I wanted to knock on the door but I didn’t know if I should. I sat there for a couple minutes before I stood up and knocked the door. “Hello? Kuroo are you okay?”

Kuroo almost reaches his high until he hears your worried voice ‘Damn it’ he swore in his head “Sorry, I’ll be right out just washing my hands” Kuroo got up and angrily pulled up his pants. pent up and frustrated kuroo grabbed his bag and started walking towards the door to greet you.

“Hey sorry to keep you waiting for so long, I wasn’t feeling too good” you look at kuroo red and sweaty face as he explains “it’s okay! I was just worried” ‘she so cute’ kuroo thinks for a minute then imaging about bending you over and taking you right then and there, he doesn’t sadly since he has morels.

Kuroo drives as you navigate to your house. The car ride was painfully awkward, kuroo was still hard from earlier, and I was just sitting there not saying anything, I take a couple glimpses at him and his hands on the steering wheel, ‘he has such nice hands’ they’re big, a little veiny, and tan due to him playing outdoors quite a bit. I imagine what else he can do with his hands other than volleyball.. before my thoughts can start to wonder we arrived at my house.

We walked in together, greeting my parents and my siblings. “Let’s go to my room, it’s less noisy” as I lead him up to my bedroom. Kuroo could almost melt as he steps into your room, it’s filled with figures, posters of your favorite bands, T.V shows and some plushies here and there, he noticed one plushie that looked familiar, it was a plushie you posted with on your story a couple months back. You place your bag down on your floor, kuroo did the same- the both of you started to work on the project in silent. About 20 minutes in you decided to break the silence. “I’m gonna go grab some drinks, do you want anything?” I stood up about to walk to the door “yeah do you have a Dr. pepper? It’s fine if you don’t” I nod and step out the room to grab the drinks.

The moment you left the room kuroo stood up to go stretch. While he was stretching he roamed around your room, looking through your posters, figure and plushies. Until he noticed an open drawers. He didn’t want to be nosy but curiosity kills the cat- he opened it more to see a folded pile of all your bras and panties. Kuroo can feel himself getting hard again by the thought of you modeling these for him. He grabs a black pair of one of your lacey panties and shoves it in his pocket for later. He continues looking through your drawer picking more and more of your panties for later. kuroo was too busy looking through he didn’t even notice or hear your footsteps

“Hey kuroo sorry for the long wait-“ I was cut off when I felt like my heart dropped. I caught the tetsurō kuroo rummaging through my pantie drawer. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt turned on or creeped out.

“O-oh shit, Y/N I-I’m so sorry it’s really not what it looks like” I can clearly hear the fear in his voice as he stutters his words “please believe me i-its its-“

“Kuroo.. your going through my pantie drawers like some sick pervert. It’s exactly what it looks like” I say ‘who knew my crush is just as a weirdo as I am…’ I giggled as I watch him spiral, giving me his best excuse and explanation

“Look I’m really sorry I- I just think your so cute and pretty I h-honestly don’t know what I was thinking” kuroo walks closer to you trying to explain the situation. You stay still watching his tall frame walk towards you ‘kuroo called me pretty?’ Is all I thought about. Not even realizing that Kuroo is now standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. “Kuroo.. you think I’m pretty?” I asked him, it caught him off guard but he replied with a simple “yes” as he awkwardly smiles while also having this weird expression on his face. My face heats up while looking up at him. My mind goes fuzzy.

The next thing I knew is that I was thrown onto my bed while kuroo was climbing on top of me, unbuttoning my dress shirt. “So pretty” kuroo mumbled, while throwing my shirt across my room. He leans in to kiss me, slowly migrating the kisses down to my neck and then to my collar bone, I let out a moan feeling his kisses all over my chest makes my whole body weak “kuroo~” I groan out feeling his hands fondle my chest then feeling him unclip my bra. I eagerly lift up his shirt and take it off him “so eager baby” “says you” kuroo laughs as he pulls down my skirt. He kisses me before he starts rubbing my pussy through my panties “already so wet for me darlin?” I groan into the kiss, “how sweet” my limbs go weak to his touch “kuroo~please I need you-“ I let out a weak whimper “need what angel? Tell me what you need baby” he smirks and pushes my panties to the side, using his fingers to rub up and down my wet slit “mh-mhm kuroo~” “cmon baby your not telling me what you need” he teases- sliping one of his fingers inside you “s-shit i I need you inside m-me.. f-fuck” you yell at him, while trying to keep your moans down.

“good girl baby, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear” kuroo chuckles feeling you squeezing tightly around his finger. Kuroo then starts taking off your panties completely leaving you with only your white leg warmers on. He rubs your clit a little more before he leans down and starts kissing and licking your cunt. He puts your legs on his shoulder as he continues eating you like it’s his last dinner. “ma pretty girl taste so good” kuroo looked up at you. His hair messy and his mouth dripping with your slick. He continues taking laps, licking and sucking every inch of your sweet cunny. “mgonna cum kuroo..” you say as you grip onto your pillow for support “cum on my face sweet girl” his fingers deep inside you while he licks up you sweet nectar “ah~!” you gasp, squirting all over kuroos face “mhm taste so good princess” he moans into your pussy before he gets up, unzipping his slacks and discarding them somewhere in your room, he takes out his cock, framing it i front of you “been waiting for this. You ready to take me baby girl?” He smiles at your already fucked out face. My eyes widen seeing his size “k-kuroo i don’t think it’s gonna fit..” I whine “oh baby I’ll make it fit” he places himself at your entrance, slowly putting his tip in “awh fuck~” kuroo moans “ah- kuroo” I yelp, “relax baby, don’t want your parents finding out what we’re doing” kuroo says nonchalantly “g-go slow” kuroo kisses your temple as he slowly guiding you down his cock “taking me so good my slutty girl” my glossy eyes meet his, a single tear falls down my cheek- “so tight for me sweet girl, I know it hurts baby I know-“ you grip onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting into you. Your whimpers and moan fills your bedroom, you know your being too loud right now but you can’t help it- not until kuroo grabs your panties from earlier and shoves it in your mouth to keep you shut “I told you to be quiet baby, can’t you understand? Stupid girl” he degrades you while thrusting more roughly into you “msorry” you try to mumble out. Kuroo thrust get more faster and his words become more harsh -not like you mind) the room filled with wet sounds of clapping, you stare up at the ceiling with your panties still in your mouth, mind going blurry as kuroo lips latch onto your nipples, sucking and lightly biting them. His mouth travels from your chest to your face, giving you wet kisses on your cheek. “fuck- I’m gonna cum baby. Cum with me slut” he whispers in my ear. I don’t say anything back, too fucked out to even think. I just grip on his back tighter. His thrust move faster as he tightly grips onto your hips feeling his climax “I’m gonna cum inside you angel, gonna make sure your filled up with my kids when I’m done with you” I try whining in protest but gave up easily, nearing my climax. Kuroo grabs both my hands and put them above me, my whole body felt like jelly- my mind went blank when he finally came inside me. “God-fuck baby you did so good” he moaned, taking the pantie out of my mouth with my saliva string attached to it. He kisses my lips before he pulled out of me. A pool of cum oozing out of me like a waterfall. You two lay there and cuddle for a while, too sore to move and too tired to stand. “What time is it?” Kuroo asked “like 10:45” I replied looking at the clock “shit, I got practice tomorrow-fuck my parents are going to kill me” he panicked for a bit “you can stay over if you want.. I’ll just clean your clothes before tomorrow” you offered … “you know what yeah I’ll just stay over tonight” you both smile and lay there in silence. “So do you want to go on a date with me? I know this really good spot to get grilled mackerel” you smile and laugh “yeah, I’d love too” kuroo pulls you in closer and puts the blanket over you two.

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A/N this is my first ever post/fic- I really hoped you guys enjoyed it!! I don’t usually write do stuff like this but I really wanted to try something new (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) it’s pretty fun (very time consuming but fun!)

[annabelle-creart]

Ok- so, I got crazy, and probably a little out of mind, but I made something

What would happen in some of the transformers characters we know are actually the 13 Primes????????

But not like they are here- NO, THEY LITERRALLY REINCARNATED BECAUSE THEIR PAST SELFS WANTED TO ESCAPE EVERYTHING TO ABANDON THE RESPONSABILITY AND NOW THEY'RE ASHAMED OF IT BECAUSE OF HOW THINGS WENT THIS FAR AND NOW THEIR PLANET- THEIR FATHER IS DEAD!!!

Resume of what I made this far but context first, and have in mind this is mostly based on my Au Life of Rescue Bots, which you can read on Ao3 and Wattpad :D

AND ALSO, I know I changed some things that definitely don´t happen in canon but I developed this Au in my head before knowing better of the Primes, that´s why it is like this and also I wanted to make some lore and angsty and existentialist shit, now, enjoy:

Prima Prime - Optimus Prime:

Leader, creator of the Star saber and the matrix, he was the smartest and trustworthy of all of them, but that power made him paranoid, unable, weakening his processor. He was so conflicted about his own mind and ideals about his siblings that the only solution he thought about was to destroy his own body and reincarnate his spark into someone else, he was the third Prime to do this, reincarnating many eons later as Orion Pax, who later was chosen Prime because the Matrix recognized its creator, but Orion didn't knew this 'till the Matrix itself "waked" all the memories his spark closed in his new body, making him Optimus Prime, that's one of the reasons he's so determinate to stop Megatron and the war, but he don't want to repeat his errors by killing him.

Vector Prime - Sideswipe:

Master of Time and Space, user of the Rishling, great and wise Prime, 'till he became the last Prime alive and decided to retire from the job, abandoning it and letting go the universe protection and leaving both the Clockwork and the Rishling hidden, that's the reason why Cybertron end up like that, because he never cared about the war again and didn't stop it at time, his job was supposed to evade things from disaster and he never stop it or cared, or that´s what everyone would say, actually, Vector wanted some vacation and let the work to his most beloved minicon, reincarnating as a racer on Velocitron named Sideswipe, the vacation was supposed to last just some eons, but he didn´t knew this type of transmutation would led him to forgot who he was, he was the most relaxed and childlike of the Primes but definitely they didn´t expected him to be such an irresponsible teen like Sideswipe.

Alpha Trion - Soundwave:

The Archivist, the Writer of Cybertron's culture and history, the last Prime before Vector into being reincarnated, doing so to search for the rest of the Primes, but due to the blocked memories from his spark, he forgot his true porpouse and decided to live a normal life as Communications Operator, and later as member of Council, accompanied by their twin-sparks, Heatwave, a lower-caste bot who became Rescue Bot and Shockwave, a senator and also scientist, later discovering something strange about them, but not before pairing with Megatron, the Decepticon leader, and without noticing, being an important member of Cybertron's History. Soundwave discovered their condition as Prime when their twin-spark, Shockwave, mentioned him that Archives would be History books if books said the truth, remembering a conversation they had time ago with Vector. The Fact is that Alpha Trion never liked to be part of history, just to see it, because he lived the consequences of it and didn´t like it, but now he was a member of the history again, and those consequences were pursuing them again.

Solus Prime - Heatwave: (I just discovered Solus is a fembot, don't judge me)

Not just the first fembot, but also the first creator aside from her father, with the help of a Forge she created herself, she made weapons and tools for her and her brothers, her mere existence is an inspiration for the fembot's forms and processors and for the lives and hopefull sparks of Cybertron, unfortunately, her death by Megatronus hand left a hole on Cybertron where she closed her spark, until she felt the presence of two of his brothers on it, becoming their twin-spark, this time as a male bot, but his love for creation continued impregnating his spark, unfortunately, as a sparkling, he was later sent to be a miner, and after it, he became a Rescue Bot to escape that fate, finding consolation at his new team, one of them his conjux, and at Megatron's call for freedom, regretting it completely when he got into stasis and discovered during it he was a Prime, reviving over and over again the trauma of being killed by the one who was supposed to be the love of her life, and he was about to do that AGAIN if he never got in that ship. He´s still unsure of how she should call himself, but for her team's good, he makes like anything happened, especially for Cody's good...

Alchemist Prime - Shockwave:

No matter the time, moment or place, as Prime and as Decepticon scientist he was Elemental, the only reason why he is now so cold is because of the punishment he recieved from the Senate, but during his period on it, he was know for his kind spark and his great determination, his beautiful smile and his joy for helping others. His power and curious can be only compared to magic, but it's actually science, same that passed the layers of space itself and, with the help of Alpha Trion, reincarnated to search for his siblings,but instead, forgetting his whole past and becoming by accident a death machine, only analyzing his own acts when Soundwave, knowing better of his condition, destroyed the emotional supressors on Shockwave's processor and passing through all the memories he forgot he had.

Micronus Prime - Servo:

The first minicon, the counscioness of the Thirtheen, fast, smart, agile, of great personality and capable of much more his size made the rest think, he had the power, the passion and all the energy to give his siblings all they needed for a short moment, and after all of this, when his leader, Prima disappeared, he did the same, and became a lot of minicons, lived a lot of lives leaving all his power behind, and with each life, forgetting more about who was, being now a minicon service robo-dog on the service of a marine old and injured bot named Hightide, now Micronus is know as Servo and don't expect or want his siblings to find him, mostly because everyone thought he united with the Allspark so, he can have a normal and peaceful life with Hightide, unfortunately, his sister- well, now brother, Solus is as perceptive as always.

Nexus Prime - Nexus:

Compared to the rest, the first combiner and the first Bot-System, never had a reincarnation, they were the same since the beginning of time, fought in the Civil War with Optimus Prime, hiding their true selves, so, no one would ask for none of them again, especially because they felt betrayed when the rest of their siblings just go away, not knowing the true story but being too ashamed and hurt to hear it, dispersing and disappearing in the pits of Velocitron, the deeps of the moon and the old tunnels of the now dead Cybertron, until they were called again on the Saloon...

Onyx Prime - Cody Burns:

The Lord of Beast, and also the most spiritual and full of kindness of all the Primes, compared to his scary tangible himself, he was a being of love and freedom, who cared more about the rest than himself but never let his sibling tame him to be part of the Allspark, no matter how injured he was, instead, to fool him, as the second king of jokes he always was but no one knew, he escaped to a planet named Earth, and using his and Unicron´s power, he hided the Triptych Mask on the moon and transmuted his spark into a kid, who, with the time and his descendants, would inherit the spark of Onyx Prime, since then, one by one, the spark pass through parent and child, who also became parent and had a child, finally, passing the spark from the best know as Chief Charlie Burns to his son, Cody Burns, not knowing about this until both father and son discovered the old and "dead" carcass of a metallic Griffin, with who Cody shared a strange connection, and the griffin shared a strange connection with the bots once he called siblings.

Amalgamous Prime - Makeshift:

When his siblings started to disappear, this Trickster, first king of jokes and Master of change came to Primus for knowledge, but instead, was received with the vision of the horrible fate of his siblings, and all the things that could happen in they decided to fight against the other, and with it, the truth about Solus´s death, he was determinate to tell the rest, but due to this truth, Megatronus felt threatened and also kill this Prime, robbing his t-cog in the process, uniting him to the Allspark and then, run away. For some reason, he, in the same way their siblings did, reincarnated as a shapeshifter lot of time later, but unfortunately, as the same way the new live on Cybertron affected Solus and his new form, Amalgamous, now know as Makeshift was obligated to live using his abilities to hurt, trick and end with the other without any mercy, not knowing about his past until Megatron tried to kill him, tried, because Makeshift then remembered his life as Prime and managed to escape, leaving his unhonored life, hiding as much as possible in Earth with nowhere to go.

Quintus Prime - Nightshade:

Quintus was know as the creator, but he was also an older brother, a scientist, a philosopher and an explorer, he loved to read in the quietness of the Saloon as much as he loved to go and explore the cosmos, creating and dispersing life on it, he became unaware of his siblings manners after it, concentrated into creating the Quintessons with his beloved Emberstone, a gem that, otherwise everyone thought, it´s alive and has a mind on its own. Quintuss, compared with his siblings, and for Primus' liking and sadness, wanted to be a father or something as his creator, he wanted something of his own, not necessarily something to be remembered, but something that would transcend and leave a mark on the universe, and he did, but instead of making the good with it, his creations killed him and tried to use the Emberstone for conquer, but the artifact saved him by guarding his spark on itself, and when the Quintessons were defeated by Cybertron, the Emberstone managed to escape, hiding itself on Earth and been sleep since then, until a pair of kids decided to touch it and the Emberstone thought it would be a good idea to create again, using Quintus spark to create one of the five new beings who named themselves Terrans. Nightshade suspects something is wrong with themself, but doesn´t know yet about it, Optimus didn´t suspect of them yet, but the rest does.

Liege Maximo - Galvatron:

A bot who has all the good of his trickery siblings and all the bad of his most kind sparked siblings, he´s a bot of beautiful words and horrendous intentions, only paying attention to his evil plan of conquering Cybertron when he discovered Prima only kept him close because he wanted to put an optic on him, and with it, all his plan felt into place: Megatronus killed Amalgamous and Solus and ran away? They were needed deaths; Quintus decided to go to discover his purpose? He needed him out of the equation; Onyx was about to be sent with the Allspark? Onyx didn´t wanted to be tamed, and he needed an army of beast only Liege could control, everything was coldly calculated so Liege would kept everything for his own, it´s ironical how scared Prima was of Megatronus, when the true menace to this universe was this bot. When the rest discovered about his treachery, they destroy him and burried him, but, like the rest of his siblings, came again, not as stronger but as smart and treacherous, he remembered everything since the beginning and was more than happy to end with his "beloved" siblings when the war started to get out of control.

Megatronus - Megatron:

Tricked by his own insecurities and jealousy, Megatronus were once a loyal brother, but his title on chaos gave to his siblings the excuse to think about him everything they wanted, from gain the fear or the love, but that was just the beginning, because when he thought things would finally change, Liege´s plan was complete, and in his frustration and loneliness, destroyed his spark... or that was what he thought, because, with no memories of his past as Prime, once again Megatronus found himself as a sparkling, they named him D-16 and treated him like an object, raised like something that could be replaced in any moment, he changed his destiny in the Arena of the Gladiatorial, once again gaining a name: Megatron, and using his new power to fight against Cybertrons oppresive system, once again, Megatronus had found his porpoise, his reason of life and the meaning of his existence, if that´s the case, then, why he became an autobot, leave decepticons and tried to forgot his past, trying to clean his errors on Earth? Because his processor is loud, and is constantly threatening him, cursing him, retelling his errors and remembering him how much he hates himself.

The Thirteenth - ???:

The mysterious brother, no one except his siblings know much about them, after being injured and almost killed on the battle against Unicron, The Thirteenth became one with the Allspark, always remembering to their siblings the true importance of being All One, after his passing, his siblings fragmented themselves, but if it wasn´t for them, the rest would never met again to repair what they left behind...

The Saloon:

A place where the minds of the Primes go when they´re needed, it is only accessible if the Prime wants to be there and due to it´s state of "alternate plane of reality" it can only be visited by the Primes and Primus itself, the only one who can´t enter is Liege because Vector, creator of this space, managed to change the programmatic of it to expel him, expelling also Galvatron.

[wanderinginksplot]

Gar Cabur

You are a Republic administrator, assigned to write a report on the clone army. You didn’t expect to find a planet full of flirty cadets. Alpha decides to help you with the problem. 

Eventual Alpha-17 x fem!reader 

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[elysians-adventures]

My Muse

Chapter 5: 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

➺ Cat's out the bag.

Elliott has met the new farmer, and quickly becomes infatuated. He attempts to keep his focus on his writing-- and fails, over and over, rather becoming a lovesick poet.

Pairing: Elliott x Farmer!Fem!Reader

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WARNING: NON CON, MASTURBATION, GENERAL NSFW

A one note lullaby seized the air

 

permeating;

 

Singing senses as my darling yearns. 

 

Forever gone the melody of my solus 

 

Rather a new sol takes stage, two dancers. 

 

One. 

 

Helios: together we embraced in pleinair,

 

receding;

 

my dear Camille Monet.

 

He set down his pen, satisfied. He gazed at you, sitting behind him. Just like a doll, he smiled. His beautiful little doll.

 

“Read this one out darling, see how you like it.”

 

 ----

 

The writer watched you intently sowing the seeds. He gazed at every curve that embellished your beguiling body–  how the denim pressed themselves against your thighs so obscenely. The air was mixed with an aroma of stillwater from the pond, the earthy scent from the ground, and you. He couldn't pinpoint if you had a fragrance akin to a honeysuckle or if it was just his colourful imagination.

 

You worked carefully at the soil, your hands skimming the accumulation you had made from the trowel. He desperately wished those hands were exploring his body, carving out every ridge and fissure he had. He wanted you to wrap yourself around him, as he ran his fingers through your hair.

 

Fingers… What was he feeling on his fingers? This slimy, light touch? Elliott glanced down, and to his horror (and fault) a worm had been cheekily making its way up his finger. The slimy beast had so callously attacked him when he was most vulnerable! He flicked the insect off, deciding that staying crouched over the dirt– hands planted in the soil, wasn't the best position to adore you in. 

 

He was aware that his train of thought had been getting stranger day by day, though he wouldn't want to stray from this newfound normality he found in you. Finally, he could have frequent conversations– no longer tormented by his thoughts. 

 

The pair of you found yourselves labouring over the wet soil; Elliott taking over the kale as you planted the potatoes. There weren't many, but it still took a while as you found that the writer wasn't someone with a green thumb. Not that you could complain, really. Any help was wanted.

 

"Wait, Elliott! You have to make a small hole before you plant it. I think, at least. Here, take this," you swiftly handed him a trowel, noticing that the first few seeds he had sowed were above the dirt. Your own potato seeds were housed cosily into the fertile earth, their position indicated by a miniscule mound.

A light red adorned his pale cheeks, his green eyes glancing away in shame at his failure of a simple task;

"Apologies, not really the farming type…" He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, taking the trowel from your hands. His fingers grazed your own, Elliott tensing himself.

 

There was a silence between the two of you as you worked, only the sounds of hard breathing prevalent– and the animals' song in the background. This lasted for a few moments, before Elliott inspired:

"We plant new seeds in our soul," the bachelor began, in a mutter. You stayed quiet, but looked at him in confusion.

"Digging out holes, to shed our tropes… hm… digging out holes, to bury our tropes. The cold sun kissing my leave. And a new leaf… unaware, emerging."

 

"Is this how you write poetry?" You question, snapping him out stupor as he crouched over a pit continually patting down the soil until it could be compressed no more. He fixed his gaze upon you, with a lovelorn smile. You couldn’t help redirect your eyes elsewhere, his eyes were too…  too passionate. Has he always looked at you in such a way?

 

"No, not usually. I've just been feeling more motivated than usual these days, words flow into my mind like water," The man stood up, dusting off the dirt specks that had attached like velcro to his jacket. Taking out the emerald ribbon in his ponytail, his ginger locks fell once again on his shoulders. He brought out the notepad you had first seen him using when you met him, scribbling away with a biro. 

 

You had finished planting, and assumed the rain from this morning would suffice as watering: you wouldn't want to overwater the seeds. Mimicking his movements, you dusted off dirt and checked your hair, then approached the bachelor, leaning  over his shoulder to read his poem. 

Unlike the man’s nature that you knew, he snapped the notebook shut, looking at you in accusing silence. 

 

"I can't look?"

 

"No, not yet, at least. I'm… it's messy, and I wouldn't want people to see it."

Honestly, you didn't understand the writer's perspective on the subject– yet you dropped it either way. With a shrug of your shoulders, you beckoned him over to the small cabin you called a home. 

He escorted you briskly, pocketing the precious book back. Maybe when he wasn't looking, you'd snoop through it… then again, you wanted to respect his privacy. 

 

The afternoon light glistened through the misted windows of your cabin, warming the wooden planks that covered the floor. You stepped in the makeshift ‘kitchen’ (which was really a gas stove and a sink gifted from Robin), pouring water into a kettle and switching the gas on. The house was bare, as you moved in a week ago, with few things to your name. An old TV, whose channels barely worked apart from the news and some odd fortune telling channel; a set of a table and chairs, carved from mahogany. They were sitting there before you even moved in– you assumed it was your grandfather’s old furniture. Your bed was probably your most prized possession, allowing you to rest after a long day of work. So, you decided to bestow the privilege of sitting on your bed to your precious helper.

 

“Sit anywhere, I don’t mind. The chairs are a bit on the hard side, so you can stay on my bed for a bit.” You decided not to comment nor apologise on the emptiness of your abode, considering how Elliott’s cabin much resembled your own. He took you up on your offer, the memory mattress sinking underneath his weight. 

 

He was hot, the creeping sensation crawling up his spine. The poet wasn't sure whether it was from all the working, the kettle's steam, or how you tied your hair up in a ponytail– the shortest strands you couldn't tie bouncing down your face. Perhaps it was a combination of all, shaking his cotton jacket off his shoulders. Turning away from him, you earned him some relief from the suffocating warmth, the kettle hissed vehemently– deafening his thoughts. He still beheld you, his eyes sparkling, imagining how silky your hair would feel in his hands. Would you like it if he combed through it? Or brushed it out with the beds of his fingers? As if clockwork, his mind began to wander. 

 

You'd be looking up at him, with your big innocent eyes, mouth slightly ajar for him. Your small hands would twist and pull at the fabric of his pants with a sense of urgency, impatient. He'd have his hand entwined in your hair, massaging your scalp, coaxing you to wait a little longer. Elliott himself wouldn't be able to, unable to resist, palming himself with his free hand. He watched you situated between his legs, slowly prying at the zip. 

Your hair is soft and tousled, the ponytail you'd have done in a rush reflecting in the dim sunlight of the cabin.  He pulls at it, a light warning to be patient (Yoba knows he'll do it again). He wanted to go at his own pace, languidly massaging his clothed cock before he unzips it– freeing it from his shorts. 

 

With trembling lips, you'd place kisses on the tip of his swollen cock, smearing the precum around with your tongue. He bucks into you at the sudden pressure, tightening the grip on your hair. You like it, you love it, mewling against his length. It twitches in response, a cue for you to continue. He continued to watch you from above, admiring how relaxed you looked– for your first time. He'd be your first time. You suck and lick, lapping up his precum with your tongue. He'd soon grow tired, watching you only tease the pink head with your shy lips– he wanted more. You were quick on the uptake, you always were. 

 

A slew of praises fall out of his mouth as you begin to take him, slowly, as if a mockery to the time you had to endure before. Your soft lips would envelop his length, sectioning your cheeks to provide him full coverage. It felt wet, dirty, and wonderful. Moaning against you, he moves the hand that had previously been on your head to the back of your neck, pinching it with his palm.

 

Elliot revels in the way you wouldn't be able to take him at once, you were a virgin, of course you were. He guides you, gently adding pressure on your head to move deeper. You obey, like a dog, your tongue rubbing up and down. You were so pretty in this position, he'd be sure to reward you later. You increase the speed, Elliott bucking his hips into your mouth as spit bubbled against the friction. You moan against his cock, perhaps as a plea to breathe– and he complies, with a ‘pop’ your mouth and his cock would separate, a string of saliva hanging off the head. He massages your head, “ Good girl. ” 

His cock twitches as it's exposed to the cool of the cabin, stroking himself leisurely using your spit as lubrication; only the tremble in his fingers reveals his desperation. 

 

He could cum right now, staining your pretty face with warm cum. You look at him through your wet eyelashes, dripping mouth coming up once more to please him. He could use you right now. Though, Elliott pushes it back down, committed to his new plan. 

“ Open ,” He drawls, his voice deep. It seems his verdant eyes are looking straight through you, using you as a means to an end. 

 

And you'd stay there, sweat glittering off your forehead as he continued to stroke himself with an increasing intensity. You would kiss the head occasionally, when he allows you, but you'd mostly watch him– feeling the tightening grip on your hair. He shivers at your moans, pulling at his hardened cock more and more. Your mouth was wide open, heeding his command. To alleviate yourself you grinded against the wooden floor of the cabin, ogling at the sight in front of you. 

He was close, the haggard breaths alongside the sloppy sounds of his hands connecting with his cock– the saliva dripping off him. 

 

“ So close… ” your head was pushed closer to the head of his cock, the ginger haired man gazing at you as he–

 

Click .

 

At the same time as the kettle switched off, he unceremoniously rose to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. You seemed too absorbed in your task to notice the bulge, thankfully. 

“Water's done!” You hummed, pivoting on the heel of your foot. So oblivious.

“Hm,” He muttered in a hoarse tone, “where's the bathroom?” Elliott had examined the farmland previously, he knew where it was. Just less than a few steps away from the house, on the right, behind the little garden. 

“Just out there, behind the garden,” you pointed in its general direction, though there was no window facing it to prove your indication. The water hit the two mugs quietly, a small tea bag placed in each of them. Truthfully, you weren't sure what the flavour of tea was. Elliott seemed to be happy with anything.

 

“Thanks.”

 

As the door shut, you watched after him. Only now had you realised that he had left his coat behind on your bed, where he had left that little poem he was so ashamed of. 

 

 

 

He rushed to the outdoor toilet, slamming shut the door of the wooden cubicle. The outdoor toilet was small, barely containing Elliott's tall figure. A dark blush painted his pale cheeks, hidden shamefully by his palm. His green eyes stared through the floor, contrite of his earlier thoughts. After all, Leah just said not to send letters. She never mentioned thinking about you. He found himself playing with the button of his pants as he reasoned with himself, yes, she had never said anything about that. 

 

Elliott repositioned himself above the toilet seat (closed, thankfully), unbuttoning his pants carefully. In contrast, he rushed to pull his boxers to his mid-thigh– grabbing the shaft of his cock. Precum had accumulated as he thought about you in that ethereal position: only you could make him like this. Leave all reason behind to chase after a carnal desire. The pressure left him sensitive, a scowl playing on his features as he tried not to moan. He didn't realise how painfully horny he was in that cabin, stuck with you. 

 

He tries to remember the scene of how you clung to him, stretching himself out in the cabin, legd and arms splayed using his elbow as rest. 

“Fuck,” he muttered spitting into his hand, stroking himself with newfound desire. A coarse groan tore through his throat in relief, he couldn't contain himself. He tried to imagine your small hands wrapped around his length, your breath against him.  He imagined the featherlight touch of your fingertips. His cock twitched, and he began stroking harder, faster. His stomach clenched at the impending orgasm, tightening the grip around his cock. Half lidded eyes stared right down, pretending that you were the one pleasuring him. 

 

“Elliott,” you whisper, cocking your head innocently, “I love you.” You kiss the pink head, swirling your tongue around it.

It becomes too much, and the dam breaks. He trembles– pushing against the wood of the toilet, afraid he might break it against his force. He doesn't bother muffling the sounds coming out his mouth, a profession of his love.

“ Y/N, fuck– my darling, my love–”  His voice cracks.

He'd accepted it. He throws his head back, beads of sweat seeping into his ginger hair. Hot cum spurts across his hand and wall, his mind going blank at the intensity of the climax. His fingers continue to gingerly graze his cock, revelling in the slight overstimulation. 

 

It takes a moment for him to recover, fatigued breaths filling the damp air. Glancing at the evidence on the wall, an embarrassment filled him. He needed tissue, blindly grabbing at the rolls on a small ledge. Nothing. An irritated breath escapes him, he flicks the specks of cum that coat his fingers and tries to rub the excess against the wood wall--to no avail. A light film had dried over his palm, he had to go back inside to grab some paper. The short walk back was peaceful, birds’ songs lost in the soft whisper of the breeze. Nevertheless, shameful to an extent. What a waste, he mused (lifting his fingers to his mouth), it'd look better in your mouth.  

 

You didn't notice him opening the door, standing over his coat with his book in your hand. Ire coated his face, glaring daggers through you. Your shoulders shook, how cute. Were you scared? A sudden desire overtook him once more: he wanted to see you beg. After all, his novel would need begging victims– crying to the detective for help. You simply served as a reference. 

 

 

 

“Hm,” a devious grin etched itself on your face, gently settling the kettle down back on the mahogany table. For a second, the guilt of peering into his personal space flickered through you, but you were quick to push it down. The red coat was heavy, as you shook it you heard sounds of various different objects. The clinking of keys, jingle of coins, and the light thud of a book. Swiftly, you dove into the endless pockets, finding the leather bound notebook tucked safely in the inside pocket. 

It wasn't your fault he had left his belongings so brazenly out in the open, especially when you had taken an interest in it. They were so temptingly exposed it was barely your fault. If anything, you reasoned, it could be considered a lesson. A light smile continued to dance on your lips as you pried the notebook open. Flicking through the book proved fruitless, most of the writing illegible or too verbose. A faint creak echoed .

You had skimmed through the beginning of the book, only finding ideas for a noir novel. However, you had stumbled upon an captivating piece of text– it seemed to be his most recent poem that he was muttering before. 

 

We plant new seeds fruits in our souls

Digging out holes to bury our tropes

In fertile soil seeding our reprieve

The cold sun kissing my leave

And a new leaf

Unaware, emerging.

 

You're the sun, longing:

Worship the way you tend to my garden

With a flourishing love, evergreen, and naive.

Bursts.

A loose love that blooms resilient. 

 

Dread filled you. Some had thought of you as thick, sure, foolish, sure– but even you knew the implications of this poem. You recognized the writing style, and it clawed at your composure, unnoticed like the tremble in your hands or the thud of the notebook hitting the floor.

Turning away wasn't an option; fear glued you in place. From your bones to your fingertips, regret oozed, you knew you shouldn't have opened this book. It was like Pandora's box, and you could feel a piercing gaze bore through the back of your skull. The door must've been opened whilst you were searching; the cold light of the sun basking in the darkness of the cabin. You could see the dust particles that surrounded you, moving with a freedom unknown to you. Funny how everything could seem so bleak suddenly.

 

“Looking through my stuff, Y/N?” Elliott's voice was chuck full of spite as it sliced through the silence, his usual upbeat tone desecrated into a bitter and hateful one. You hadn't noticed how he towered over you, your petite stature making you resemble a small mouse in the jaws of a predator. You hadn't noticed how he grabbed your chin, twisting your head to face him. 

 

“Aren't you a bad girl?” He whispered into your ear. The glint in his eye had long since disappeared, his eyes curving into a cutting glower.

 

“Elliott, so… it was you that sent me all those freakish letters– all those–!” You couldn't help but notice how his hand smelled musky, a slight stickiness still coating the fingers that grazed your cheek. Feet scraped the floor as the poet pushed you against the nearest wall, blocking you against his body. His hair followed him, weightless, catching the sun's reflection. If it were not for the situation at hand, you'd have thought of him as charming in the way his confident smile curled on his mouth. 

He pulled you in for a kiss, you resisted, but your strength faltered against his. His lips were soft. His tongue was invading. His hands roaming. It all left you breathless, tears pricking your eyes. Again, you attempted to defy him– in response a strong hand jumped up to your throat. This isn't how you imagined it would go. Your hands leapt to his ginger hair, trying to pull it to heave him away from you. It was fruitless, rather leaving the man moaning against your lips. 

“Y/N,” he purred against your ear– he seemed desperate, unable to decide where to place his mouth. He decided on the nape of your neck, sucking. You tried to scream, but you were quickly muffled by his free hand– the strength in which he pressed it felt like it would leave bruises. The poet glared at you from below, leaving your neck with a quiet pop. 

 

“Y/N,” his fingers moved from covering your mouth to playing with your bottom lip, “be good for me, will you?” 

All the greats used their lovers as muses: Dante, Michelangelo, Picasso. 

You whimpered in response– rather, in fear. Completely paralysed, you could only hope that he'd come to his senses. This was a complete 180 to what he presented himself as less than an hour ago. Had it all been a facade? You wished that you never came to this hellhole, you never left Zuzu. That sunset hadn't been worth it. 

 

“ Y/N? ” An unfamiliar voice called out.

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

[chaos-era]

SECOND CHANCE AU LORE DUMP PLZ

it'd be my honor anon >:))

So general worldbuilding shit for starters:

The "start" of the AU starts I'd say roughly 10-15 years after Nexomon 1's plot. Selena (Nexomon 1 fem MC) is about 25-30 and the Tamer's Guild is very recently established.

All the protagonists from Nexomon 1 are still alive and play active roles in the story except for some of the minor overseers (Hendrick for example). Alongside them, many of the Nexomon: Extinction cast are present as well as the plot goes on.

If there's anymore questions about that aspect feel free to shoot me another ask, it's hard to define just how/when things happen as the plot takes place over several years.

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For the plot, I don't wanna give toooo much away as I do plan on writing this all out in a fic (keep your eyes out for that ;)), but I can give a brief synopsis:

Following the defeat of Omnicron, the world's beginning to fall into disarray. Violent and ambitious Nexomon nicknamed "Tyrants" are wreaking havoc, desperate to claim Omnicron's throne.

In response to these devastating attacks, Nexolord Selena works with veteran tamers and former overseers to establish the Tamer's Guild, a place where young tamer beginning training and studying Nexomon in hopes of defending their homes from these Tyrants.

Unknown to the rest of the world, a new "solution" to the tyrant is brewing. Grandmaster Deena disappears for almost a year, and Nexolord Selena begins stepping away from her duties as head of the Tamer's Guild, leaving her apprentice, Amelie, to begin formerly taking over.

Deep within the forests, the solution to the disruption of balance in the world is born, hidden away from prying eyes.

An abomination to most, but the key to salvation.

The heir to the throne: Solus. A child born of the devotion to both Nexomon and humankind.

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I'm very excited to work on this if you couldn't tell >:3

[fraulurker]

Some of my favourite She/Her bots already in cannon because i want to make a list for myself:

THE RUST RENAGADES

I love them. So much. Their leader is a chronically ill murder nun who thinks she should be Jesus actually, and they all follow her and through their devotion to Pyra Magna they form Victorion who's just cool as fuck and I adore them.

I do prefer the Earth Wars designs because they go with some high fem and some big brawly aesthetics and body types, giving them a very "group of women" vibe as opposed "The girl ones", but obviously there's personal taste at play there to an extent.

Minerva:

Minerva is a transector who struggles with the ethics of the Cybertronian war- specifically its involvement of children, as well as human casualties.

She's very cool, and overall just a great character who can be written super well. Alot of potential.

"Alice":

A pretender Decepticon. Disguises herself as a human- immediately a cool concept off the bat, and her robo design rocks.

Solus Prime:

A blacksmith, creator of the world. I cannot tell you how much I adore this. It's such a cool twist on the classic maternal archetype you see with feminine creator deitys.

She's a woman with a massive hammer, what more do you want?

Also, despite being called Solus, her colour scheme invokes more purples. Feels very sun/moon, especially considering her weapon of choice and realistically her role in mythos. Real Vishnu vibes.

[bishoujo-bitch]

old mass effect watercolors

[aksisqo]

[dracoangel]

He’s not going to make it.

[blueshirezz-2]

All femmes: Prowl, Blitzwing, Starscream and solus prime