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[moviecritc]

good luck, babe! ⋆ lestappen

pairing: lestappen x driver!reader

summary: charles doesn't want to accept that he has feelings for both of max and you

word count: 1.1K

warnings: charles being stressed, idealizing, insinuations, making out

a/n: so, ik that good luck, babe! is tecnically abt a sapphic relationship. but it adapted perfectly to the plot and i love chappel with all my heart so i couldn't resist

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It had been three weeks and Charles was still feeling guilty. Just by feeling them close to him, Charles saw all the problems that this would bring to his work. Just the rumor would have terrible consequences. It was illegal to be with a man in countries they raced in, it would be unthinkable. But this was just the tip of all the emotions he was dealing with.

He couldn’t get them out of his head. Neither of them.

Having to see them almost every week didn't help at all. Both Max and Y/N seemed totally unconcerned; they were present in interviews, responding normally and acting naturally. Not Charles, he was tired and it seemed his mind was elsewhere. Because it was. He excluded himself from conversations with the other drivers while he overthought all his interactions from the last few years. He even wondered if he was the first person they had asked to do that.

Y/N had tried to approach him several times, asking how he was or how the race went, Charles always answered in monosyllables or directly escaped the conversation. Y/N noticed his discomfort but kept trying to talk to him because she didn’t want to lose a friend.

“Let it go, Y/N,” Max would tell her after she told him how Charles had responded. “We can't do anything if he doesn't want to accept his feelings.”

“I know,” she responded, curling up under Max’s arm. “But it still annoys me.”

That week was the Monaco Grand Prix, so the attention would be especially focused on Charles. Between that and his urge to mess up his home race, Charles was on edge. Somehow Y/N noticed, as there had been several times when Y/N had noticed the nervousness of her teammates and had talked to them.

"Charlie!" That nickname again. After the interviews, she managed to corner him in his garage. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t think so…” he said, although he struggled to swallow the words.

Y/N grabbed him by the arm. “Please,” she leaned her head a bit, with a compassionate look, almost as if she pitied him.

Charles didn’t resist, feeling submissive to Y/N’s touch. He couldn’t say no, nor even make a gesture of denial, her presence paralyzed him.

They went to his room in the motorhome. Charles realized it was a bad idea too late.

“Are you nervous about the race?” asked Y/N, with a sweet smile.

“Do you really have to ask?”

Y/N didn't take Charles’s sharp tones seriously, knowing he was just trying to put space between them.

“It’s normal, Charlie,” Charles wanted to tell her not to call him that, because it wouldn’t end well. “Everyone expects you to win your home race. It's usual.”

“But you always end up winning. Or Max,” Charles shrugged, leaning against the wall while Y/N had sat on the cot in the room.

She averted her gaze with a little smile. It was true that she was on a very good streak, if she won in Monaco it would be her sixth victory in a row.

“You and Max don't talk much, do you?” asked Y/N, although she knew the answer she wanted to hear Charles talk about them. She was dying to hear his name from his lips.

“No, obviously not,” Charles started biting his nails.

“Obviously?” She seemed confused.

Charles clicked his tongue, knowing it was all a ploy to seduce him again. He was just a kink for them.

“If you came to talk to me about what happened… it's better that you leave,” He tried to sound confident, though his voice said otherwise.

Y/N pursed her lips and stretched out her arms for Charles to sit beside her. He didn’t even need to be touched, he went to her side without resisting.

“Charlie, it’s eating you up inside,” She made a gesture to put her hand on his knee, but changed her mind at the exact moment.

“Y/N, it's wrong,” That sounded sure. “Do you know the problems it could bring us?”

“People don't have to know,” Now, she placed a hand on his knee and moved Charles’s chin so they could look at each other.

“Y/N, no,”

Charles looked at the wall again and Y/N repeated the gesture. “But you want to,”

“Of course I want to!” he burst out, running his hands over his face. “But…”

“No buts,” Y/N decreed. “Kiss me already. Satisfy yourself.”

Charles licked his lips, staying still for a moment. “And Max?”

Y/N suppressed a laugh. “Aren’t I enough for you?” “If we do this, we do it right,”

Charles still thought it was going to be a one-time thing.

“Then let's go to our penthouse,”

Charles slightly frowned. “Do you and Max live together?”

“Sure. For about three years or so,” Y/N was almost opening the door.

Charles understood that getting involved in their relationship would surely bring problems. Seeing that Charles wasn’t moving, she turned, seeing him still seated.

“Y/N… I'm not a homewrecker,”

She rolled her eyes instead of letting out a groan in front of Charles. “Do you really think you’re going to wreck our home?”

Y/N took a couple of steps toward him, kissing him. He followed the kiss for a moment, but then pulled away.

The next day Max caught him off guard and practically cornered him after practice.

“What… what’s up?” Charles stuttered.

“Damn, Charles,” Max grunted. “Why is it so hard for you to understand that we want a relationship with you? That you're not a homewrecker? On the contrary, you're going to improve our relationship, damn it. We need you.”

Charles grabbed him by the shirt collar and kissed him as if his life depended on it.

“Where’s Y/N?” he questioned, with his lips and cheeks reddened.

She won that, with Charles P2 and Max P3, and the feeling on the podium was incredible. The way they looked at each other and touched each other occasionally "accidentally". They didn’t go to any club to celebrate, although they practically didn’t sleep that night.

Six months later, Charles had practically all his clothes in Max and Y/N’s penthouse. One morning, Max simply dropped the question that had been going around the heads of the three.

“Char, why don't you move in here? Officially,”

Y/N loved the idea and it showed on her face.

Charles didn’t even hesitate. “I’d love to,”

They took advantage of the winter break to move, and although it took Sassy and Jimmy a while to get used to the presence of Leo, everything was so simple and natural that it was almost perfect.

[alyrasturnz]

i need a small tiny blurb of officer!matt pleaseeeee!!!!! just something to get me out of my readers slump :(

 ‎ ‎ ‎PLAYING DANGEROUS

❐ summary » you have to prove to matt that you're a good girl in one way or another.

❐ pairings » officer!matt x criminal!reader

❐ warnings » oral (fem receiving), creampie, no protection, this is illegal! dont go fucking random cops irl, p in v, soft bdsm

❐ a/n && w/c » there might be some errors cause i couldnt bring myself to look at my screen while i was writing this.. something short to get me out of my writers block (hopefully). i lowkey have an addiction with police officers.. like theres just something about jake peralta yelling out “nypd” furiously and him reciting the miranda rights 🫦🫦 • 2.47k

an adept virtuoso in the intricate dance of evasion, your spirit remained untamed and feral. this night, you believed you could once again elude the ever-vigilant officer matt. the labyrinthine streets of the city were your domain, and with a mischievous smirk gracing your lips, you darted into the darkness, the exhilaration of the pursuit setting your veins ablaze.

but matt was no ordinary officer. he possessed an uncanny sixth sense for tracking down the most elusive of spirits, and tonight, his resolve was unyielding.

with a burst of preternatural speed, he closed the distance, his hand seizing your arm with an ironclad grip. in one fluid motion, he pressed you against the patrol car, the cold metal biting into your back, a stark contrast to the fervent heat of the encounter.

"running again, are we?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he clasped your wrists together with an unyielding grip. his eyes bore into yours, a maelstrom of frustration and something darker, more primal. "you have the right to remain silent—but i doubt you will."

you struggled against his hold, a spark of defiance igniting in your eyes. "you can't control me," you spat, your voice dripping with challenge and rebellion.

"oh, but i can," he replied, his grip tightening just enough to assert his dominance without causing pain. his fingers curled around your wrists, each movement deliberate and measured, as if savoring the control he wielded. "anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

the game had shifted, and matt, with unwavering resolve, was determined to tame the rebellious spirit before him, no matter how long it took. the tension between you crackled like a live wire, each moment charged with an electric anticipation. in that instant, you understood that the chase was far from over.

the night air was thick with tension, the city's cacophony fading into a distant murmur as matt's presence consumed your senses. his grip on your wrists was unyielding, like iron shackles.

without warning, matt spun you around, your back now pressed firmly against the cool, unyielding surface of the car. the rough texture of the metal contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body. he leaned in close, his chest pressing against your back, his breath warm and tantalizing against your ear.

you struggled against his grasp, your movements growing increasingly desperate, yet each attempt to break free was met with futility. his smirk deepened, a silent acknowledgment of his unassailable control, as if he were savoring the power dynamic between you. the more you fought, the more pronounced his amusement became, a testament to the strength of his hold and the inevitability of your submission.

"do you still think you can keep running?" he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "we'll see about that."

he spun you around once more, his body pressing firmly against yours with an intensity that left no room for escape. the closeness of his form, unyielding and dominant, enveloped you completely, each movement a calculated display of control.

with practiced ease, he reached for his handcuffs, the cold metal clicking ominously as he secured them around your wrists. the sensation of the cuffs tightening against your skin served as a stark reminder of your predicament, each ratcheting click echoing the inescapable reality of your situation. the weight of the cuffs seemed to pull you deeper into the gravity of your circumstances, the cold, unyielding metal a tangible manifestation of your entrapment.

matt's body pressed even closer, his presence overwhelming and suffocating as he whispered, "no escaping this time." his words, a mere breath against your ear, carried a weight that seemed to anchor you in place, the finality of his statement sinking into your very core.

"officer—please. i'm a good girl, i swear," you pleaded, your eyes twinkling with a mix of desperation and innocence. "i would never do whatever you're accusing me of!" you protested, your voice trembling slightly as matt scoffed, his expression a blend of skepticism and amusement.

"the typical good girl act. definitely haven't seen that one before," he mumbled with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm. his eyes glinted with a knowing amusement, as if he had seen through countless similar performances, each one more transparent than the last.

"officer, please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with earnest desperation. "i'm a good girl, seriously! i am!"

"let us see about that," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble, laden with desire and a hint of menace.

with a firm grip, matt pulled you from behind, your cuffed hands offering little resistance. he opened the backseat door with a swift motion, shoving you inside with a practiced ease. his eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings for any onlookers, before he slipped in behind you, the door closing with a decisive click.

“can you keep quiet?” he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice barely above a whisper. with deliberate precision, he uncuffed your hands, the cold metal releasing its grip. in a fluid motion, he retrieved another set of cuffs, deftly securing each of your hands separately. his movements were swift and calculated, fastening both ends to the grab handle above, ensuring your restraint was both secure and inescapable.

you nod eagerly, your anticipation palpable. a smirk dances across his lips as he grasps the waistband of your sweatpants. with a deft, practiced motion, he tugs them down, taking your underwear along in a single, fluid movement, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to his whims.

you bit your lip, your gaze fixed intently on him as he slowly, almost reverently, connected his lips with the delicate skin of your inner thigh. a soft sigh escaped your lips, the sensation of his touch sending electrifying shivers cascading through your body, each kiss igniting a trail of warmth and anticipation. his movements were deliberate and tantalizing, heightening the intensity of the moment with every gentle press of his lips.

as he continued his journey along your thigh, his lips traced a path that seemed to set your skin ablaze. each kiss was a promise, a whisper of what was to come. his hands, warm and steady, held you in place, their touch both reassuring and possessive.

the room seemed to shrink around you, the world outside fading into insignificance as the connection between you deepened. his breath, hot against your skin, mingled with the rapid beating of your heart, creating a symphony of sensations that left you breathless and yearning for more.

as his lips continued their tantalizing journey, he paused for a moment, lifting his gaze to meet yours. his eyes held a mixture of mischief and intensity, a silent promise of the pleasures yet to come.

"you know," he murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper that sent shivers down your spine, "i could strip-search you right here, make sure you’re hiding nothing from me." his hands continued their exploration, each touch a reminder of the power he held and the trust you placed in him. "but i think you'd rather feel every inch of my authority."

he caresses your thighs with his thumbs, tracing intricate shapes as he nibbles on your skin, his touch a symphony of sensations. each movement of his fingers weaves a delicate pattern, an unspoken language of desire, while his lips leave trails of fire with every gentle bite.

"officer—please, don't tease," you whimper, your voice quivering with a blend of trepidation and longing, each syllable a delicate entreaty intertwined with fervent desire and unspoken desperation.

he tuts, "so needy," he murmurs, shaking his head in mock disapproval. with a deliberate slowness, he descends, his breath ghosting over your skin before his lips finally connect with your heat. the sudden, electrifying connection sends a jolt through your body, the intensity of his touch making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you succumb to the overwhelming wave of sensation.

his tongue moves with precise, deliberate strokes, each one sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you. your hands, bound and helpless, tug against the cuffs in a futile attempt to find some semblance of control. your breaths come in ragged gasps, the world around you blurring as the intoxicating rhythm he's setting draws you deeper into a haze of ecstasy.

"you're such a slut, aren't you?" he snarls, his voice dripping with a blend of mockery and desire. his hand descends with a sharp slap to your sensitive clit, a jolt of sensation that makes you cry out in shock.

the buzzing reverberation spreads from your clit down to your toes, leaving you gasping for breath. your eyes roll back as he thrusts three fingers inside you, the sudden, burning stretch igniting a fire that courses through your veins.

he taunts as you squirm beneath him, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. with a calculated precision, he angles his fingers just right, striking that tender spot deep within you, eliciting a gasp that you can barely stifle.

his thumb circles your clit in a relentless rhythm, adding to the overwhelming sensation as he pumps his fingers into your slick, needy core. your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably, each muscle tightening as waves of pleasure ripple through your body.

you feel yourself suffocating under the weight of the ecstasy he’s drawing out of you, your breath hitching and becoming shallow. as he bends closer, his breath hot against your skin, the world around you fades, leaving only the intense connection between the two of you, a dance of dominance and surrender.

he presses his face against your ear, his breath hot and heavy as your desperate core hungrily swallows his thick fingers. "cum for me, baby," he breathes in a deep, commanding voice, the timbre of his words sending shivers down your spine. "if you cum and make a mess for me, you'll get my cock later, and maybe even your hands uncuffed," he promises, his words a tantalizing blend of threat and temptation.

the mere suggestion is enough to push you over the edge, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as the waves of pleasure crash over you. he hums appreciatively during your orgasm, his eyes fixed on the way your juices splash and coat his uniform, each drop a testament to the control he holds over you.

your body convulses with the intensity of your release, every muscle tensing and then melting as he continues to work you through it, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm. the sound of your ragged breaths and his low, approving murmurs fill the room, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.

as you come down from the high, your body trembling and spent, he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, a smug grin curling his lips. "that's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to your overstimulated senses. "you did so well for me."

he gently withdraws his fingers, and you feel the loss keenly, your body already missing the fullness and the friction. he brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you with a satisfied hum.

you bite your lip, spreading your thighs wide for him, an invitation he can't resist. the sight of his impressive cock, its girth and length commanding your attention, elicits a moan from deep within you. the red tip glistens with pre-cum, little drops sliding down his long shaft, each one a tantalizing promise.

you can't help but lick your lips, your eyes locked on him as he pumps his cock in his fist, the rhythmic motion mesmerizing. the anticipation builds, every movement heightening the electric tension between you, your body aching for the moment he claims you.

he inches closer, the air thick with desire, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. his gaze never leaves yours as he positions himself, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance, sending shivers down your spine. he teases you, just barely pushing in, and you arch your back, desperate for more.

"please," you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

he smirks, enjoying the power he holds over you, but finally, he relents, pushing in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. the stretch is exquisite, and you gasp, your hands clutching the leather seats as he fills you completely.

he pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, and then he begins to move, each thrust deliberate and controlled. the pleasure builds, a slow burn that intensifies with every stroke, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm, your body responding to his every command.

the car is filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and the wet, slick noises of your bodies coming together, a symphony of raw, unrestrained passion. you can feel the tension coiling in your belly, tighter and tighter, until it finally snaps, and you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

he follows soon after, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release, and with a final, deep thrust, he spills inside you, his warmth filling you completely. you both collapse, spent and sated, your bodies tangled together as you bask in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

as you lay there, catching your breath, he doesn't pull away. instead, he begins to move again, slowly and gently, his cock still hard inside you. the sensation is almost too much, your oversensitive nerves sending jolts of pleasure through your body with each subtle thrust.

"you're insatiable," you murmur, a smile playing on your lips.

he chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. "only for you," he replies, his voice low and husky.

his hands roam your body, caressing and teasing, as he sets a new, languid pace. each movement is deliberate, designed to draw out your pleasure and prolong the exquisite torture. you can feel the heat building again, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

he shifts slightly, changing the angle, and you gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. your hands find his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you cling to him, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming.

"don't stop," you plead, your voice breathless and needy.

he doesn't. he continues to move, his rhythm steady and unrelenting, driving you higher and higher. the pleasure builds, a slow crescendo that leaves you trembling and desperate for release.

finally, you can't hold back any longer. with a cry, you come again, your body arching against his as the waves of pleasure crash over you. he follows soon after, his own orgasm ripping through him, and you feel the warmth of his release filling you once more.

[romaevelizz]

I Could Change Your Life

LAXUS D. x BlkFem!reader

sum: she was the guilds man eater. A woman that was not only beautiful, but powerful. Laxus yearned for her, he needed her.

warnings: reader uses voice magic(mind control)/labyrinth magic, suggestive, cursing, alcohol mentioned, jealous Laxus, tattoos mentioned. not proofread

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

What made her so desirable, Laxus had come across plenty of beautiful women. He had watched her grown into the women she was now, gorgeous, desired, and strong. What changed that made him want her so badly. The way her eyes were always heavy and seductive, her dark features glowing, her hands soft and nails always done, how when she would talk to him she’d lean forward on the bar her finger teasing her glass. Her soft chuckle causing goosebumps on the back of his neck, they way she talks was so down to earth and classy, her mature dark aura is what made her respected. Her power over him is was made Laxus respect her.

That her simple teasing words made him yearn for her. He hated that she wouldn’t take jobs with him but rather go by herself or go with someone else. It’s not that she needed him by her side but he wanted to be by her. He wanted to be the man that stood behind her a powerful person that would look so good with her. He wanted to be needed by her. Pitiful. His friends around him telling him that she’d ruin his life and eat him alive, his own grandfather advising he’d leave her alone. But Laxus being Laxus ignored it, he wanted her to tear him apart, make him hers.

The sound of her heels made him look over, her hair pressed and parted neatly, the dark clothes she wore hugging her curves just right, her top corseted the back falling low, her arms exposed, pretty vine floral tattoos decorated her right arm it morphing into the back tattoo she had that ran down her spine, the half sleeves on her arms flown and open, her low rises sitting just right in her hips. His eyes traveled her body as she walked up to the bar a flyer in her hand, her full lips smiling at him giving a little wave.

“Already leaving?” He asked lifting his drink up to his lips.

The smile on her face still present “You act like I take days out there have some faith in me baby.” She said her eyes meeting his.

He rolled his eyes watching her as she handed the flyer to Mira, the two women exchanged some small banter before she turned back to him her glossy lips smiling at him. “You wanna go with me?”

His eyes locked with hers, lowering his glass down before glaring at her a bit. “If you wanna have an attitude you can stay here but I’m leaving now.” She spoke pushing off the counter her eyes watching him before facing the door of the guild hall.

Laxus quickly put his drink down following her. The job she took was a bit different she has to find a man a man the magic counsels been after for a while, someone who prayed on women and used illegal magic. “So you’re telling me you’re pretty much gonna play the stupid pretty dancer?” Laxus asked as he sat down in a chair watching her as she put earrings in and touched up her makeup.

The dress she wore was long and silky, the red dress sticking to her curves the open back leaving her tattoo out in the open a high slit on the right side that was teasing. her eyes met his through the mirror she watched as he let his eyes look over her. “kinda, not stupid i just have to lure him in,” she spoke turning to face him “i’ll be using my voice, i could be using the stage but him gonna sit in the bar with him.”

his eyes glared at her as she walked over to him her heels clicking with each step, “oh what’s that look for baby” she hummed, laxus felt light yet so heavy hearing her tone, her eyes squinting and smirk tugging at her lips. Her finger dragged along his cheek down to his chin. Laxus felt hot he felt so submissive.

Her smile menacing, as she used her magic “you’re not telling me something Laxus.” she whispered her lips close to his, her long nails digging into his face.

his eyes fell heavy, quickly his hand grabbed hers pulling it off his face “Don’t use your fucking magic on me, you know better” he growled snapping out of her hex. His face still close to hers, “Don’t be a bore, it’s all in a little fun.” she teased pulling back. All in a little fun caused him having to adjust his pants as he stood up.

Laxus stood back watching her as she got this man wrapped around her pretty finger. It angers him how she let him touch her, his filthy hand playing with the string that held the top of her dress up. His dirty fingers tracing her floral back tat. She was close leaning into him her face close to his a sickly smile on her lips. She let him touch her thigh, squeezing it as she whispered in his ear, her eyes glancing at laxus she she smirked. Laxus griped his glass, his eyes watching the criminals hand slide up her thigh getting closer and closer his lips kissing her neck. The short glass shattering in his hand, “Fuck.” he muttered, the glass shards cutting into his hand.

“Hurry up no need to sit there and tease him you’ve already got him let go.” he said touching the device in his ear.

she smiled acknowledging him. standing up she led him out the door the sway of her hips mesmerizing. Once out the door she pushed him against the wall opening her hand blowing a type of powder in his face. Laxus grabed the unconscious body, “Now we wait for the guards to come.” she hummed dusting her hands of.

The wait was by no means long but he couldn’t get that image out of his head, this mans hands all over her, that she let him touch her in a way. Glancing over she saw Laxus eyes were dark filled with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Jealousy, possessiveness? It wasn’t a secret there was a mutual feeling between the two but neither of them ever decided to do anything about it.

Laxus wanted to do something about it, but what stoped him she wondered. The shared drunken nights as she would let him taker her to him place. His large hands holding her roughly and her kissed her body. His words stern yet a plea in his tone as he tone her he could changer her life. That he could give her anything she wanted. How he’d treat her perfectly, that he knew they were ment to be.

she closed her eyes taking a breath, her thighs pressing together thinking of how he talked to her so possessively. She stood up from the vanity, “I’m gonna take a bath than we can get something to eat..” she spoke.

Laxus watched as she pulled the string of her dress, the fabric bunching up around her feet. Fuck.. the only thing under the dress were a pair of black panties, he watched as she looked back smiling walking it the bathroom. Her eyes daring him to come and join her. He threw himself back groaning, his hands rubbing his face.

pushing off the bed he walked to the bathroom door. Turning the handle slowly before entering, “No manners to knock?” she hummed.

“not after that strip tease.” he spoke looking down at her in the bath the bubbles covering her.

he sat on the side of the tub, “Why do you act like that?” he asked.

she shrugged “if it bothers you truly i’ll stop, but i’ve always acted that way with you Lax,” she spoke hugging her knees to her chest.

“That’s not what i asked.”

her eyes meet his “there’s always been this tension between us no? i mean we’ve slept together plenty of times..” she said.

he nodded, his attention moved back to her a he hard the water splash. She had sat up on her knees her head tilted up to him, “What’s kept you form making me yours?” she asked her hands propping herself up.

His face grew warm “Letting other people influence my choice.” he muttered his eyes losing hers.

her hand pushed his head back to face her their eyes meeting again “ No one is here to stop you.” she whispered her lips close to his.

Leaning in he let his lips kiss hers, his hands holding her neck softly. The kiss grew heated quickly Laxus pulling her up to him her wet body making his clothes cling to his body. Soft moans leaving her mouths as he let his hand touch her pulling her close to him.

“fuck dinner..” he said picking her up.

“i’ll have you instead.” he spoke entering the room.

[sapphicdib]

my headcanon is that nhs thinks that they are more powerful than sliver idk i just feel that they THAT full of themselves

I’m assuming this is about the rot au! I recently added SOS to it, so this was a perfect ask!!

Sliver is local group Senior of a nearby cluster of iterators, which includes Chasing Wind. She never got along with Sig in general, and Moon was on thin ice. Now? She’s fucking PISSED. More below the cut bc this is gonna get LONG (also a transcript in case my handwriting is illegible).

So because the ancients are still alive during the rot au, Sliver hasn’t died yet. She is one of the youngest local group Seniors, one of the first of the mid gen Iterators, (her arm design matches Sig and Wind’s!) so she feels like she has to prove herself to the others. She takes her purpose and duties VERY seriously, so I put Wind in her Group, because his intense personality in relation to his citizens matches more to how Sliver would mentor someone, rather than Moon or Suns. Speaking OF Moon, they have a very tense relationship. Moon is a lot more laid back with her Group because when her personality cores were still stabilizing, her citizens treated her more like an accomplishment, an amazing feat, her construction was met with jubilation! Meanwhile, by the time Sliver was built, she was just another iterator, and meant to work like she was supposed to. Of course there was celebration, but her citizens treated her more as a means to an end, so she picked up on this and integrated it into her personality. When she was first put online, she did idolize Moon quite a bit, but eventually came to see her as a kinda shitty leader and too soft on her local group, especially Sig. She refers to Moon as Sig’s “handler” because she thinks he acts incredibly immaturely, and Moon is the one who has to yank his leash any time he gets a bit too annoying (though she doesn’t do a very good job, in Sliver’s opinion).

Sliver does not like Sig. Never has, and this shit has pushed her over the edge. She is incredibly aware of the intense political ramifications Sig and Pebbles’ actions have caused, and as local group Senior, she feels it is her responsibility to calm her group down and prevent them from getting hurt. She knows certain factions of citizens want to literally kill their iterators thanks to this, and if one of her group died she would see it as a MASSIVE failure on her part. She thinks it would make everyone think that she is an incompetent leader. In terms of her relationship with Pebbles, she still didn’t like him before, but she at least respected the fact he actually had a drive to solve the great problem, unlike Sig. Now she blames him for this mess as well, and is just as pissed at him.

As the news of this unfortunate development spreads, many workgroups are created, all with different goals. Some want to find a cure for the rot, to help calm Sig and Pebbles back down and hopefully repair their relationships with their citizens. Others are considering joining them, terrified of their citizens’ reactions and confiding in one another about what they should do. Sliver wants them dead. She is in a small workgroup that is attempting to find a way to straight up deactivate Sig and Pebbles to restore order. The problem is, she is not their senior and has no seniority privileges over them, so she has to figure out a way to take matters into her own hands.

Wind…Wind is Sig’s best friend. He is barely 50 cycles older than her, and despite Sliver’s VEHEMENT disapproval, they are very close. He plays video games with Sig and rants about his citizens being annoying, he actually drops his stoic personality around him and can chill out for a little while. However, despite the fact that he demands his citizen’s respect and is practically a dictator over his city, he is terrified of them. So, he took initiative when he was put online and scared THEM into submission before they had the chance to. Now? He’s even more afraid. He thinks his citizens will take the first opportunity to deactivate him in a form of rebellion. At first, he’s part of workgroups to try to find a cure, but eventually joins a few groups that are considering joining Sig and Pebbles. As the rot gets worse and he watches Sig’s personality get more and more corrupted, he realizes there’s no way to cure this in time, and…that’s a spoiler I might keep to myself for now >:3€

Thank you for being interested in my silly au!! I’ve actually started writing it, and chapter 1 is almost done! Feel free to send more asks x3

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TRANSCRIPT:

SOS: This idiotic stunt of yours has gone too far. I am not asking you to fix this. I am telling you to.

CW: Sig…

SOS: Quiet, Wind.

SOS: I fail to understand why your handler refuses to do anything. You take Moon’s foolish mercy for granted. I will not be so kind.

NSH: PFFT!

NSH: “Handler”? Well that’s a new one~

NSH: Unfortunately for you,

NSH: You have no power over me.

NSH: No one does anymore.

[thecameronchronicles]

Favors

TW: Smut. Language. Oral sex (female receiving). Mentions of drugs and drug use 

Kook!Reader.

SUMMARY: Rafe uses his talented tongue to convince you to go to The Cut to get his drugs. 

WORD COUNT: 1200

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Rafe sending girlfriend!reader to buy drugs from Barry for him because he gives her a pretty girl discount but she kind of hates doing that so Rafes has to convince her to do it and he usually does that with his tongue 

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"What's this?" You asked as your eyes met with the rolled bills set between Rafe's pinched fingers. Those same fingers that forced you to the habitual bite of your lower lip to what they could offer, had been rivaled by your annoyance to his motions. 

"I need more coke." He explained as if this had been some harmless request to simply venture to the corner store. But the reason for your hesitancy wasn't even the beckoning of his illegal vice, but that of him asking you to do it for him to begin with. 

"And you can't do it because…?" You inquired with frustrated agitation. 

"Because I don't have your ass…" You smirked at his vulgar compliment before angling yourself to view his backside. 

"I don't know…I think if you wear some tighter shorts, you could get the same discount I do." You picked at the edges of the manicure he paid for earlier that week as he set a hand to your cheek. 

You pulled your eyes in the preparation to roll in rejection to the soft methods he would try and win your submission. A sudden gasp of surprise set you to focus on him completely as he took an abrupt hold of your hair. He positioned you to face him, lips close enough to taste the mint from an earlier brush as your eyes fought in commitment between his new smirk and blue hues faded with lust. 

"I give you everything, don't I baby? My attention…that necklace…my patience." You scoffed. 

"I don't think you know what those words mean, Rafe…"

"I'm not patient?" He forced you to your feet, leading you to the direction of the bed with your calves at a rest to the disheveled sheets from a slothful owner. 

"So I don't let you take your time on your knees for me? When you take me all the way to the back of your throat," The backs of his fingers traced your neck as he continued, "Crying and choking for me…because you just can't get enough of how I feel inside of you?" 

"I-"

"And I'm not selfless when I'm on my knees for you? Letting you drown me because you're so fucking desperate?" He clenched his teeth, tightening his grip through your hair as his second fell to your sex. Your fingers were quick to wrap around his hand. 

"If I make you come selflessly while I exercise my patience…then you're going to take your pretty little ass to The Cut and get me my discount…" His eyes darkened further as he thought of his alternative. 

"Otherwise, you're going to be…compensation for my lack of a high. A bag's worth…" He cocked his jaw. "I'd say that would mean until morning at least-"

"Rafe…"

"It's more than a fair deal…But either way…you are gonna come for me. How, is up to you…" You considered the options before offering a single nod. This sole bob of your head offered enough consent to push you to the bed. 

"Then keep those pretty lips closed…" He pulled your thighs further apart, his fingers descending your naked skin as he took hold of your panties and carried them to your ankles. 

"But these legs…wide…" He removed his shirt, allowing you a moment to adore his physique that had been the result of peer pressure and pride , before dropping to his knees. A leg set high over each shoulder would subject your eyes to fixate on him as he licked his lips. 

"You know I'd eat you out for free, baby, yeah?" You weren't able to speak as he silenced you with a teasing strip made from his tongue. 

"Because I fucking love how desperate you are to come…whining and shit…willing to go to The Cut as long as I get you off…" He lowered completely to your sex. 

"And I will. Just like I always do." He explained as he committed to your clit. Wrapped at the tip of his tongue was your bundle of nerves, teased and sucked in a slow climb of accelerated ambition. 

"RAFE!" You belted as he lunged that vulgar tongue into you, mimicking what was to come, but not allowing you the benefit of him. 

"You taste so…desperate…" He grinned, rising from you to showcase the trophy on a drip down his chin as you rolled your eyes once he reconnected to your sex. 

"Mmm…" He moaned to the mindless rise of your hips, a natural reaction to his oral skillet, all while you were left to endure him. In the attempts made to do this very thing by the closing of your thighs against his cheeks, you were rejected as his fingers ate into your skin and forced you apart. 

"Wider." He growled as your legs shook. You need to be closed as tightly as possible to keep that immediate rush at bay. But he wanted you to spill over quickly. It no longer mattered what he would get out of it. His desire was to make you beg, squirm, and come harder than before. All for those words of cruelty made against his character. 

"Wider!" He spoke as more of a comment than a direction as he forced your legs flat. An uncomfortable stretch was quickly quelled by his tongue, all sensation kept at your core. 

"Rafe! It's too much!" He scoffed in a pitied roll of his eyes. A slow roll that made you want to view such a response between your thighs as you suffocated him with your sex on his back. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me right now!"

"I don't think so baby…that would be selfish of me…impatient…this is all…about ..you…" He spoke in breaks made of his oral pleasure as you were forced to experience his merciless motivations. 

 He groaned into you after you'd fought him long enough to break weak. One more slip of his tongue and you would be taken over that edge and allowed that release. But instead of granting that, 

he retracted. 

"What the hell, Rafe!" You whined. 

"Now who is impatient?" He teased as you were led to your knees. He savored you this way as well, building you back to that crest as you were finally allowed that release. Slowly but surely you felt those familiar waves pulling you to moan into screeches left by his tongue. Fisted fingers in the sheets beneath would be eased before a set of fingers replaced that now overstimulated sex. 

"Now since I've done my part….I'm expecting you to do yours…Only after…" He thrusted a few times into a bend to your g-slot as you began a rhythm once again. Only to retract. 

"Hurry back or I'll show you just how impatient and selfish I can really be…" He explained as a slap to your ass sent you collecting your clothes before he snatched your panties from your hands. 

"RAFE!"

"Let him know you've already been taken care of. He has a thing for you, and I want him to know all he gets to do is look-" 

"I don't know…he does give quite a deal-"

"You give him anything but my cash and-" He was suddenly angry. 

"Relax. Nobody feels like you do." He nodded. 

"And nobody will hurt you like I can either. In all the right ways…" he ghosted your lips before sending you on your way. And yet you could tell if you were more eager to remain apart to know what you would return to, or to return prompt as a reward. That was a dilemma in dating Rafe Cameron. His rewards were just as beneficial to you as his punishments…

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[lovelylusts]

cloud nine // csb // 07 - bunny

summary: a group of friends form on nsfw twitter, and hijinks ensue. but when jisu starts catching feelings for soobin after filming with him, she has to grapple with her feelings while assuring her close bond with him doesn’t die.

general warnings: choi soobin x oc (moon jisu), smau, smut, fluff, angst, crack, the rest of txt is here too, aespa is also here just bc they serve, no relationships or events in this story reflect real ships and are just for the story, this is a pro sex-work story obv, lowkey probably gonna be filthy as hell considering it’s a sex work au, vague relationships lmao, she/they oc because i’m projecting, genderfluid yeonjun agenda, oc has a not-so-secret thing for soobin’s hands, they use fake names on twt :)

chapter warnings: another written chapter :3, intentional lowercase lol, sub!soobin, dom!oc, same warning abt jisu’s pronouns as before, sex toys as per usual with me, rigging (rope bunny soobin <3), blindfolding, begging, handjob, praise, humiliation?, two instances of premature ejaculation :(, multiple orgasms, degradation/slut-shaming, oral (m receiving), anal fingering (m receiving, and also mentions of soobin fingering himself), pegging (in missionary), minor dacryphilia, squirting, very very brief aftercare

word count: 4.1k

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jisu was certain she was a masochist, because why would she suggest putting herself in more situations that would make her feelings for soobin worsen? she was yet again at his doorstep with everything they would need for the filming session of the day, this time matching the different themes of the video. they had spent the days prior discussing ideas for the video which, this time, would be featuring jisu as the dominant one, and during these discussions she learned a lot about soobin that he had previously only reflected in something as unnoticeable as his liked tweets - which, surprisingly, she hadn’t gone through until the first night they talked about their second video. she knew he could be submissive at times, but she didn’t know how far he could go with the video.

soobin was no stranger to making submissive content. while he was more known for being dominant, his fans were always excited when he posted content that didn’t necessarily fall in that category. every time he reached a milestone in followers or subscribers, soobin would ask his followers for what celebratory content they wanted, and somehow it was always content where he took on a more submissive role. but what his fans didn’t really know is how much of a sub he could really be. the last time he filmed with jisu, although he was supposed to be in control, when he felt her lips around his cock, he felt himself slipping off, barely able to keep himself together enough for his viewers.

he was excited to finally be able to let go this time.

jisu was equally excited. seeing him fall apart beneath her as she went down on him filled her ego like never before. her mind was wandering as she waited for him to answer the door, her desire for him increasing as she imagined him tied up, tip leaking precum as he begged for her to touch him. or him crying sweetly as she entered his tight hole with the toy she brought. or-

“hey, jisu,” he said, knocking her out of her lustful trance. he pulled her in for a hug, a smile creeping onto his face as the sweet vanilla scent of her perfume filled his senses.

fuck, he thought to himself. why am i already so hard?

jisu could feel it too, his member poking her stomach - they were both aware of its presence, but whether it was nerves, awkwardness, or the comforting fact they had done this before, kept either of them from commenting on it. if anything, the feeling of his hard member through those damn sweatpants made the throbbing feeling between her legs even worse.

“you ready?” she asked, her chin resting against his chest as she looked up at him.

it should be illegal for somebody to be this cute while asking me if i’m ready to be destroyed, he thought to himself.

wait, what?

shaking off the intruding thought, he led her into his apartment, through his living room and into the bedroom that he had been setting up when he heard the knock on his door. the main camera was positioned by the foot of the bed, just as it had been last time, as well as the secondary camera. the comforter was different, this time monochromatic grey plaid, and it looked like he was able to fill in the gaps of jisu’s own selection toys that she brought.

“we should film now before i explode,” soobin said with a cheek smile, already taking his shirt off.

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soobin looked so pretty with his wrists tied to his headboard and a lace blindfold adorning his face, a blindfold that matched her lacey lingerie, it made jisu feel breathless. she now understood how he felt last time - even being in the position of power, he just looked so amazing that she would fold and do anything he asked her to. his lips were red and swollen from intense kisses, his distinct collarbones covered in bruises and teeth marks, his nipples hard from her manipulation. and, of course, his member was pink- nearing red, precum dripping down his veiny shaft.

“aww, look at you,” jisu said as she traced his abs with the tip of her pointer finger, chuckling as he flinched beneath her. “so hard for me and i haven’t even touched your pretty cock yet.”

“all for you,” he sighed out. his voice was strained, breathless, filled with need - he was about to cry and she had barely started. “p-please touch me. please.”

“i am touching you, onyx.” she continued tracing her blunt nail around the outlines of his abdomen, entranced by the way his chest heaved with her feather-light touches. his eyes were covered with lace that, in her own experience, he could only barely see through, thinking to herself that she would probably take it off later so she could watch his face as she entered him. “if you want me to touch you, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“my cock. please touch my cock. it hurts, jiu.”

his words sent a new, stronger wave of arousal to jisu’s core - yeah, this definitely isn’t helping me. she very slowly, very lightly, dragged her hand down soobin’s abdomen, admiring the v-shape of his hips before pulling her hand away and reveling in the whine that slipped out of him.

soobin could feel the intense heat in his cheeks, and the embarrassment of sounding so fucking needy was definitely not helping. it was already rare that he act submissive alone, but with another person? he was sure it was only two or three times with an experimental fling in his final months of high school, but that was forever ago, and he couldn’t recall it making him feel anything close to how he felt when jisu was touching him. in fact, as her hand slowly wrapped around the base of his sensitive length, he was sure he was about to start sobbing.

jisu looked down at him in adoration as his stomach caved lightly as he choked out shallow breaths, precum dripping from his tip onto her hand.

she took her time stroking his sensitive length, her movements slow so as to draw more needy whines from his lips.

“please, more, please,” he begged. soobin was well aware of his large stature - he was tall, had big hands, and a massive dick - but he had never felt as small as he had at that moment, in the best way possible. he was slipping into a bliss he had never felt before, his hips jerking as she teased him. he couldn’t even form a proper thought. how pathetic.

“more what, baby? use your words, pretty boy,” she spoke softly.

pretty boy. the words played over and over in his mind until-

“no fucking way,” she muttered under her breath as she watched him unravel beneath her unexpectedly, small ropes of cum covering her hand as he groaned out. “you’re so fucking hot.”

soobin didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed because of her words. yet he thought to himself, my ego is never going to recover from this. holy fuck.

“more, jiu, please,” he cried out, his cock twitching and still painfully hard as he came down from his first high of the session. all shame was out the window now. he was gone. he was all hers for the time being, no questions asked.

“you’re such a little slut,” she started as she once again wrapped her cum-covered hand around his throbbing member and began stroking, only a little faster than before. “but i bet only i can make you act like this, hm? you cum that fast for anyone else?”

“n-no, only you.”

this was getting to her head way too much to be good for her, it was as if she were slowly forgetting that this was for the camera. it felt like it was just the two of them, just like last time. like it wasn’t a performance. jimin was right, their video felt too real, and this time she was just falling more. he just looked so perfect under her. so disheveled, but maybe that made him even more appealing.

“good boy.”

with what remaining thinking abilities were remaining within his foggy brain, he was convinced he was about to cum again. this was just too good - better than last time, and she hadn’t even put her mouth on him yet. subconsciously, he was thrusting his hips up towards her hand, only making her slow her movements again and making him whine in frustration.

“is there something you want?” jisu asked him while leaning forward, putting pressure on his hips with one hand to try to keep him from moving. in any other situation, he definitely would have overpowered her with no effort; but he simply didn’t want to. he could only give into what she asked of him.

“your mouth. please, i need to feel your mouth.”

“will you be able to control yourself this time or are you gonna cum early again?” she teased.

soobin whine in embarrassment, but ultimately decided that it was better to nod and ask for forgiveness later. “yes. i promise. please.”

“well,” she started, “i don’t particularly believe you, but you look so cute when asking, so i guess i’ll have to give in.” with no moment for him to take in what jisu said, her lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock as she gently sucked, hand still stroking the rest of his member.

he knew he was already being noisy before, but now he couldn’t control any of the loud whines coming from his lips. just like last time, she started taking his impressive length down her throat like it was nothing. this is heaven, he thought to himself, and even his internal monologue sounded as desperate as he did physically.

“ji-jiu, i’m gonna cum,” he cried out in an attempt to either get her to stop or let him cum again - the latter was definitely more embarrassing, yet he chased his release so desperately that he could not bring himself to care in the moment. that was for not-so-future soobin to worry about.

jisu did care, however, but she didn’t stop. she was basking in the power she held over the boy who had been occupying her thoughts over the past couple of weeks, and for some reason she had never thought about before, there was something so satisfying in seeing him turn cherry red from embarrassment. her sense of satisfaction increased tenfold when he cried out one last time, louder than his other sounds, and the slightly salty taste of his release filled her mouth before quickly swallowing it down. she pulled off of him slowly, looking up at him expecting for their eyes to meet, only to see him staring at the ceiling over his heaving chest, the sounds of him trying to regulate his breathing pattern filling the otherwise quite room.

“you did so good for me,” said jisu as she ran her nails through his soft, jet black hair. “are you ready?” she asked, aware she didn’t have to say what for. they had talked it through thoroughly, and it definitely awoke something within her - she would probably have never considered doing this with anybody else.

soobin, still trying to catch his breath, just nodded lazily. but as he came down, the feeling of nervousness he experienced in the morning came flooding back. this had always been a fantasy of his, but the most he had ever done is fit two fingers inside of himself. nobody else had ever touched him like that, and he knew he could trust jisu, but the butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t subside. the butterflies certainly couldn’t calm down now that jisu had grabbed the toy from the nightstand. even though they had split the cost of the toy in her hands, even though he had spent the entire morning hyping himself up for this, he still felt entirely underprepared. his dick, however, was having a completely different reaction, quickly hardening after again after his second orgasm and bordering painful.

she admittedly had never done this before, either, a fact that she had divulged to him as they planned the video. they were both oddly comforted that this was their first time in this situation, but just as nervous about it as well; but jisu couldn’t help but find the idea of being the first person to fuck his ass super appealing, and luckily for her they decided on a vibrating strapless strap-on, so she could be stimulated with him. she had spent the morning trying to master the toy, making sure it would sit comfortably inside her without slipping, and that the built-in vibrator was strong enough; and now, after slipping off her lacy underwear, she was sliding the short curve of one end of the toy in her wet heat, a small, quiet gasp escaping from her lungs.

jisu grabbed the bottle of lube that was placed next to the toy, squirting a bit on the fingers of her right hand before using the left to nudge soobin’s thighs apart and bringing her fingers to his tight hole, pressing them against the virgin rim and slowly drawing tiny circles, the cold, slippery substance sending a slight chill up his spine.

he tensed up subconsciously, the sensation of her fingers teasing his hole, although pleasurable and exciting, ultimately foreign.

“relax, baby. i promise i’ll be careful,” she said to soothe not only his nerves, but also probably her own. she waited until he visibly relaxed, becoming used to the sensation of being touched in such a manner, then slowly sliding her pointer finger inside of him, meeting some resistance as he tensed up again. “onyx. i need you to relax, baby.”

“i’m sorry,” he whined. he started tugging at his restraints a bit, desperate to touch something, maybe grab at the sheets or hold the hand that she currently had placed firmly on the underside of his right thigh. he tried to calm his breathing, slowing his breaths to calm down and relax himself, trying to fight the urge to stiffen as she continued to push her finger in. it was one thing to finger himself, but to give all control to somebody else scared him a bit… but it also felt so much better.

she just watched him breathe for a bit, rubbing his thigh with her left hand to soothe him while her right hand stilled to let him adjust to the feeling. “if you want me to keep going, you’ll have to ask.”

he took a short moment to compose himself, making sure he was truly relaxed, before softly saying, “please keep going. feels good.”

“yeah?” she asked, her tone becoming more playful now that she knew he was more comfortable, and while speaking she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of the hole, grinning to herself as she felt him little-by-little loosen up. “look at you. hard to believe that such a big, strong boy can be such a little bitch for me.”

it was a bit embarrassing for him, but he honestly could not have cared less as he felt her finger begin to slightly curve, just barely brushing up against his prostate. maybe it was a bit shocking that he could be such a baby, but he just couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck if it meant feeling this good.

“i’m gonna put another finger in, ok?” she asked sweetly.

“please,” he said, so softly he wasn’t sure the microphone caught it, but that was for them to worry about while editing later. “it feels so good.”

“i’m glad you think so, baby.” she pulled her one finger out of his asshole, only to immediately press it back against the rim, now with her middle finger, and slowly push them in. her fingers faced more resistance than last time, but his sounds of bliss increased as she pushed forward, until she ultimately bottomed out and stilled again, just as before, to let him adjust to the feeling. “still doing good?”

“fuck, yes, please move,” he pleaded, barely able to choke out the words because of how full he felt. he let out a low groan that shifted into a higher pitched whine as she began to move her fingers, this time angling them more than before to stimulate him more. his tip was leaking precum again, twitching at the sensation of her fingers curly against the sweet spot within. he was tired of this already; now that he knew he could handle the stretch, he had the carnal need for her to fuck him already. “jiu, please fuck me. i need it, i need it so bad.”

she chuckled a bit before answering. she wants to, she really did, but, “you’re just too tight. i need to stretch you out a bit more, ok?”

“i promise i can handle it, please. i need your cock,” he cried out. he was desperate to touch himself, but the restraints forbid him from doing so.

soobin’s words rang in her mind over and over. jisu really, truly never thought she’d be into, well, anything that had happened in the past… she had lost track of time completely due to how lost in the moment she felt. i need your cock. jesus fucking christ, she was so done for.

but she had to show restraint. the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him and ruin something that could be so good.

“you’re playing with fire,” she warned instead. “let me prep you first.”

he didn’t say anything, he just groaned in frustration, but ultimately let it go and instead relinquished control to her once again. she pulled out of him briefly, making him release another sound of disappointment, so she could cover her fingers in more lube, before circling his rim once again. he shuttered again at the cold sensation, but now he had more control over his body - he could relax now, not allowing his body to resist as she pushed three or her fingers into his entrance.

jisu set a quick rhythm of thrusting her fingers in and out of soobin’s ass, mainly because she knew that if either of them having to wait much longer was basically a fate worse than death. loose enough, she thought to herself as she pulled her fingers out. reaching over to the bottle of lube one last time, she drenched her fingers in the cold substance before spreading it along the pink dildo - wow, that’s really hot, she thought to herself, i could get used to this.

the sensation of a cold, stiff object felt different this time. the pressure of the toy pressing against his hole was definitely different from how jisu’s fingers felt, it sent a wave of excitement through his body. he gritted his teeth as jisu pushed her hips forwards, her hands gripping his waist firmly as she slowly moved her hips towards his own, his body feeling as if it had been set on fire in the best way. the stretch was deliciously painful, and the curve of the toy made it so that his prostate was being hit at just the right angle. he finally felt her hips meet his ass, groaning at the sensation of the entire length of the toy resting inside of him. so focused on the full feeling, he didn’t notice that she was reaching for the small remote on the nightstand until he felt the vibrations start.

“f-fuck,” jisu whispered to herself. her clit had been throbbing, aching since she arrived at soobin’s place, and her pussy had been so wet, just getting wetter and wetter as she pleased soobin - to finally get some stimulation was amazing. “want me to move, baby?”

“god, yes.” he gasped and nearly choked on his own breath as he felt her pull out slowly, dragging the toy almost all the way out before moving her hips forward again. “it’s so good. too good. fuck, please, please ruin me.”

“i don’t know if you can handle that yet,” she said. “i’m gonna have to train you to take my cock.” jisu really wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. the power of having a fake dick, i guess.

soobin also had no idea what had gotten into her. he had known her for quite a while and she always seemed really docile - there was no way he would have ever predicted she could be this domineering, but it made him briefly consider that he could spend the rest of his life being her little bitch. dude, what are you saying? he asked himself. this thought, however, did not last more than a mere second or two before she began increasing her speed out of nowhere, the sound of her hips meeting his bare ass filling the room, accompanied by breathy moans.

“god, i love fucking you like this,” she grunted to him, looking down to watch as the silicone penis slid in and out of his ass, his cock red and leaking precum everywhere. her hand quickly found its way to the member, slowly stroking it in tandem with the rolling of her hips. “i bet you love being fucked like this, hm? like a little fucking whore?”

“y-yes- fuck, hah. love it so much.” soobin’s head was spinning. there was not a single coherent thought behind his lace-covered eyes - that is, until he remembered the presence of the vision-obscuring material. “i wanna see you, please. wanna see you fuck me.”

“aww, so cute. since you asked me so nicely,” she taunted, balancing herself before moving her hand from his hip to snatch the blindfold off over his head, throwing it haphazardly on the floor beside his bed. his eyes were slightly puffy and a bit red, making it clear that he had in fact cried at some point - when, neither of them were quite sure, but the knowledge of it was enough to boost her ego further. both her hand and hip movement increased in speed at the sight. with each thrust of her hips, the base of the toy was knocking against her clit, which, mixed with the vibrations against the sensitive nub as well as her g-spot, was enough to bring her closer to the edge faster than she would have liked.

soobin was faring no better. his entire body felt fuzzy from the intense stimulation. being able to watch her didn’t help at all - she was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her jiggling tits slipping out of the black lacy bralette due to the rough rolling of her hips. he lowered his gaze to watch as their bodies met, her hand wrapped perfectly around his length as she jerked him off, and her hips seductively rocking against him. the visuals of the situation were only bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “i’m so close. fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

“can you wait for me? wanna cum at the same time,” jisu grunted breathlessly, her speed increasing to make him holding in his orgasm a little harder. she loved to see him squirm and beg for; but luckily for him, her orgasm was rapidly approaching. “fuck, i wish you could see yourself the way i see you right now. you’re taking my cock so well.” she finally felt the blinding pleasure reaching her, it was time. “cum for me.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. his thighs were shaking as white hot pleasure took over his body, ropes and ropes of his release shot out of his cock, covering her hand and abdomen. through the overwhelming feeling, he could feel her still rapidly fucking into him, making his orgasm way more intense. he didn’t notice but his eyes were watering again as he felt himself slowly come down.

the climax that hit jisu was equally as intense, riding her high by continuing to rock her hips, the sensations against her throbbing clit intensifying the warm fuzziness climbing up her spine until she cried out. she really tried to prevent this to keep up her dominant appearance, but she felt her own fluids releasing, soaking the (luckily waterproof) toy and once again ruining poor soobin’s bedsheets.

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it took a while, but once they had both calmed themselves, jisu helped clean up a very fucked-out soobin before they sat in his bed (of course, after she changed his sheets) and watched a random netflix show.

“so…” jisu trailed off. “did that live up to your expectations?”

soobin let out a soft chuckle. “i don’t think anything could have prepared me for that. if i weren’t worried about being able to sit properly for the next week, i’d ask you to do it again.”

jisu couldn’t help but laugh at him, commenting on how much of a dork he was.

yeah… she was in deep.

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A paper I wrote a few years ago. I have take out name, class, date, etc for privacy reasons

WONDER WOMAN, ALTHOUGH COMING FROM A FETISHIZED BACKGROUND, WAS CREATED TO BE A TRUE FEMINIST.

Wonder Woman was not created to be a typical superhero for DC Comics. William “Charles” Marston created Wonder Women to save the world in so many ways. World War II started on September 1, 1939, and two years later, Marston created Wonder Woman as psychological propaganda to end WWII and wars to come. Married and working with his wife Elizabeth Holloway in the psychology department at Tufts University in the 1920s, they both worked on building the lie detector machine. Elizabeth and William found Olive Bryne who volunteered to help the Marstons in their research, the three together were able to complete the lie detector in 1921. Over dinner, all three had discussed Olive’s origins; Olive expressed that she was the niece of Margaret Sanger. Both Elizabeth and William in 1912 had marched with Margaret’s Sanger in her campaign in educating women in sex and to express free love. As the three grew close it was clear to them they had feelings for each other; William believed that both of the women who he grew to love more together were the best qualities of women. Marston had confidence that women could use their charms and feminine aspects to change the world as it had changed him using truth, love, and dominance. Behind the scenes when BDSM (Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadochism and Masochism) was illegal the three would go privately to shibari; the art of rope shows expressing the ideas of dominance and submission. While teaching at Tuft, William taught what is called the DISC theory standing for Dominance, Influence, Submission, Compliance. William Marston believed that men needed to submit to women but they wouldn’t do it willingly. I am convinced with the background history of BDSM, Wonder Woman was created with the values to be a feminist pop icon. 

Professor Marston and his Theories 

Marston was one of the first in his field in 1920 to practice and teach about D/s, which stands for Dominance and Submission. After teaching law, Marston in 1922 went on to teach Psychology. He taught young women in his classes DISC standing for Dominance, Influence, Submission, And Compliance: “Marston proposed that human behavior was directed principally by domination and loving submission. Related to this model were Marston’s views on female equality and his belief that women should rule the world, given their greater capacity for love.” He believed that men wouldn't willingly submit and that it would take women of the world to help. Throughout Wonder Woman, people can see Marston’s beliefs of dominance and submission his mistress Olive said “The Marston psychology of living…was injected into every page of WW.” He suspected that during his time in the 1920s that women were not up to date. He felt women were ashamed of themselves for the stereotypes of being weak, small, without a voice. I give credit to Lepore shedding light on behalf of Marston’s creation where Marston through Wonder Woman wanted to fight these beliefs for women that they shouldn’t feel ashamed but to feel empowered through Wonder Woman, “She wore a golden tiara, a red bustier, blue underpants and knee-high, red leather boots. She was a little slinky; she was very kinky. She’d left Paradise to fight fascism with feminism, in “America, the last citadel of democracy, and of equal rights for women!” I believe that is why he loved his wife Elizabeth for the way she was outspoken, fierce, brave, and had a work ethic and also loved his girlfriend Olive for she was submissive but was confident, bold, and shared her truth with hesitation. However for all his beliefs, while also marching with one of the most well respected and known feminists Margaret Sanger, William wouldn’t share his secrets with the world and kept his secrets in Wonder Woman “For all his love of the spotlight and desire for respect and fame, Marston was never radical enough to openly stake his gender privilege against his ideals.” Marston, secretly with his wife and mistress during the time BDSM gatherings were illegal, would practice the lifestyle. Throughout the pages of the comic book of WW, people can catch bondage, chains, gags, and spanking. Between both men and women there was always a level of dominance and submission however women in his comic always dominated and prevailed. 

His family of two women and four children

Marston and  Elizabeth Holloway met as younger children. Growing up Holloway would occasionally dress as a boy and it excited Marston to change his view of what gender was. Holloway and Marston argued and fought but he always respected her viewpoints and how smart she was and always gave her credit for that. William and Elizabeth got married in 1915 and when once asked why she got married to Marston she said she was always afraid she would stand behind Marston’s shadow but that he respected her. The two worked very closely at home and at work, both working in the psychology field.  Marston met Olive Bryne in 1925 and was her psychology professor. When Marston fell in love with Ms. Bryne, he gave his wife two options; either they all lived together in a relationship or he would leave her for Olive.  Elizabeth Hollaway invited Olive Bryne to move in. Both women gave birth to William Marston’s children both have two kids. Hollaway went to work while Bryne stayed home and raised the children. It wasn’t until Later the Byrnes children found out their father was Charles Marston in the 60s.  Marston, Holloway, and Byrne later as years went on participated in kink parties with 10 other individuals. Most of the parties were women dominatrix making their men submit to them. I am confident a lot of where Marston had got his ideas for Wonder Women and her stories that involve chains, whips, gags, rope, and bondage. I appreciate that Lepore was able to see however through the kink it was able to show Marston’s agenda through kink that there are feminist values in the comic, “The seemingly paradoxical themes of feminism and salacious sexual activities pervade the book from its opening pages, where Lepore describes the superheroine as “very kinky.” Cunningly, Lepore aligns Wonder Woman’s secret identity with the secret history of both her feminist roots and Marston’s political feminist agenda.”

Margaret Sanger 

When Marston was a student Margaret Sanger had attended his campus in 1912 to share with females her ideas on feminism and birth control. Marston was so moved by Sanger’s ideas to get the rights for women to vote. I regard it as true that Wonder Woman was inspired by the two women in Marston’s life Margaret and her niece Olive Bryne. While Bryne lived with Marston and his Wife Elizabeth, Lepore explains the importance of this relationship, “She was also the niece of Margaret Sanger, one of the most important feminists of the 20th century. In 1916, Sanger and her sister, Ethel Byrne, Olive Byrne’s mother, had opened the first birth-control clinic in the United States. They were both arrested for the illegal distribution of contraception. In jail in 1917, Ethel Byrne went on a hunger strike and nearly died.”  Walsh emphasizes how Sanger and Bryne inspired him explaining, “The voices of the real women in Marston’s life come through in carefully preserved Family Circle articles written by Olive Byrne, Marston’s mistress, Sanger’s niece, and the inspiration for Wonder Woman.” If you look at one of both photos you can see where Wonder Woman and A feminist artist Lou Rodgers’s art piece look almost alike. I am of the opinion that different artwork of feminist propaganda helped inspire Marston. Marston with three different feminists in his life it’s hard to argue that Wonder Woman wasn’t created with feminist values. Margaret Sanger would chain herself with chains to different poles to fight for the right for women to be able to vote and through the comics, you can see Wonder Woman busting out of the chains of “toxic masculinity” freeing herself with feminism. 



Bibliography 

Hilty, Joan. “The Strongest and Wisest Amazon.” Women’s Review of Books 32, no. 3 (May 2015): 5–7. 

Lepore, Jill. Secret History of Wonder Woman. New York, New York: Vintage, 2015. 

Lepore, Jill. “The Surprising Origin Story of Wonder Woman.” Smithsonian.com. Smithsonian Institution, October 1, 2014. https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/origin-story-wonder-woman-180952710/.

Ormrod, Joan. “The Secret History of Wonder Woman/Wonder Woman: Bondage and Feminism in the Marston/Peter Comics, 1941-1948.” Cinema Journal 55, no. 1 (Fall 2015): 187–92. doi:10.1353/cj.2015.0074.

 Professor Marston and The Wonder Women. Italia: Sony pictures home entertainment, 2017.

Walsh, Colleen. “Harvard Receives Personal Papers of Wonder Woman's Complex Creator.” Harvard Gazette. Harvard Gazette, September 7, 2017. https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2017/09/harvard-receives-personal-papers-of-wonder-womans-complex-creator/. 

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[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary 🗡 ⤏ cade yeager’s older sister never knows what she’ll find in their barn upon returning from her routine antiquing trips—the submission box at the driveway is often littered with junk of all kinds that they try to fix for a living. ⤏ you just never would have expected for him to take on the task of repairing a cybertronian. pairing 🗡 bayverse!optimus prime/yeager!reader word count 🗡 8.7k a/n 🗡⤏ i've been cleaning out my docs drafts debating on whether to upload certain unfinished works, seeing as some of them are partially complete (like this one). this was going to be a longfic that followed the events of aoe and would go on to tlk, but i lost steam for it pretty early on. there are a few more snippets that wouldn't stand well enough on their own to be posted, but i thought these three chapters would express the vibes i was attempting to convey. ⤏ this is an aoe ua where lucas didn't call the government about optimus right away, cemetery wind didn't find him immediately, and cade has an older sister by one year. the reader is ex-military and protective by nature, and not one to be trifled with - especially in regards to her family, as she would gladly sacrifice her life for theirs. she suffers from a psychosomatic limp in her right leg after sustaining a gunshot to her left shoulder while serving in afghanistan years prior. still suffering from ptsd, she's turned to exercise and bodybuilding as an outlet. she spends her time and makes money restoring antiques and furniture and occasionally collaborating with cade on his robotics. ⤏ this is kind of silly looking back on it (also not as well written, seeing as i created it back in 2017 [oh my god that was six years ago]), but i've promised myself i would try to work against my internal criticism and not cringe at something i spent a lot of time and love to make. i saw a few posts on tumblr floating around about posting old drafts and i thought i might do that with this, among others, so keep your eyes peeled for those.⤏ let me know if you see any glaring grammatical mistakes/spelling errors i missed, but more importantly, please enjoy this gem of my past! :)🗡 MASTERPOST 🗡 🗡 ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER 🗡

Tessa woke dreamily, a pleasantly warm haze dampening her thoughts as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Shimmering sunlight streamed in through the window, lighting up her room and causing motes of dust floating in the air to gleam like tiny flecks of gold. She stretched slowly, enjoying the feeling of tension releasing in her muscles. She smiled when she remembered that finals were over. She was free. (Until she went to college, that is. If she went to college.)

Though with the bliss of waking up to a quiet morning, she realized that it was actually quite out of place. It was suspiciously quiet. There wasn't any shouting from the landlord trying to sell the house again, or explosions coming from the barn. It was awfully peaceful, and Tessa really didn't know how to feel about it. It was only when she closed her eyes in contemplation of dozing off again that she remembered.

They had a transformer in the barn.

"Dad," she groaned, rubbing at her face and sitting up slowly.

A week had passed since Cade Yeager had unknowingly brought home a wanted, illegal alien (a literal alien, funnily enough) in an attempt to dismantle it for salable parts. But of course - of course it had to have been her dad. It couldn't have been anyone else's, because that's just what her life was: hectic and chock-full of crazy shit. So why not add housing an Autobot to the list?

She still couldn't believe her dad had managed to talk both her and Lucas down from making a call to the government about their accidental find. She didn't know how he did it - but he'd kept haggling and nagging and pushing until they'd acquiesced, and now they had a half-destroyed thirty-foot robot living in their barn.

Tessa couldn't say that she disliked Optimus, however - on the contrary, she was rather intrigued by him. He was very benevolent and soft-spoken (only did this show after their initial scare - Lucas wouldn't step close to the 'Bot for a solid two days afterward), and his voice never failed to soothe her with its otherworldly rumble. He was quiet, though, and didn't talk much - at least around her. Her dad said that he spoke with him very frequently, usually while he was repairing or constructing a makeshift part for the injured Autobot, and that entailed them being alone.

Cade had told her, the first night after he’d convinced her and Lucas not to call in the government, that he intended to let Optimus stay there for as long as he needed - until Cade could get him back into fighting shape, at the very least. It was wrong, what the government was doing to the Autobots - hunting them down like animals - and Cade sympathized greatly. Tessa admitted that she did, too, now that she knew the government wasn't actually targeting just Decepticons, but she was scared of the repercussions that it could potentially have on her family. Her father had assured her that nothing was going to happen to them, and that helping Optimus was the best thing that they could do right then. And he was already getting better info on robotics, just by looking at the 'Bot's inner mechanisms - not to mention that the Cybertronian made the continuous effort to answer any sort of question that Cade asked him. It was benefiting them already, he'd said. Tessa had sighed softly, pushing the tray of already lukewarm dinner into her father's hands before returning to the safety of their room.

Needless to say, Tessa made sure to give them both ample space. She would rather not have another missile ricochet through the house.

Tessa yawned, stood, and trudged into her bathroom, already resigning herself to cooking breakfast (again). She figured that the typical eggs and bacon would suffice - she just sincerely hoped that her dad hadn't pulled another all-nighter. Optimus had urged the stubborn human male to rest accordingly before, so maybe he'd done the same the previous night. She'd noticed that her dad was starting to get dark circles under his eyes.

After taking a soothingly hot shower and dressing for the day, she wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. It was methodical, routine, how she went about cooking the eggs and frying the bacon to her dad’s taste. Soon the savory smells were wafting from the stove, and when she heard the dull thumps of heavy, uneven footsteps descending the staircase she breathed out a sigh of relief. Cade shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes and tugging the hem of his shirt down over his stomach. His hair was mussed, his movements stiff, and Tessa lamented her lack of foresight in not setting up the coffee pot beforehand.

"Morning, Dad," she said, flipping the bacon as it sizzled and hissed up at her. He mumbled something that could have potentially been English, trudging over to the fridge to pop the door open and draw a glass bottle of soda from its depths. He twisted the cap off, tossing it haphazardly towards the trashcan tucked into the corner of the kitchen (and effectively missing it by a long shot) before sinking into the chair already pulled out from beneath the table. His head fell into his hand, his shoulders slumping as he mumbled under his breath.

He was tired.

"How late did you stay up last night?" she asked him, transferring the now crisp bacon over onto the plate already loaded with heavily salted and peppered eggs. She moved over to him, setting it down in front of him before shuffling back to grab him a fork from the drawer.

Cade, obviously still submerged in a half-catatonic state, made the mistake of plucking up a strip of bacon. He jolted up, hissing and cussing as he swiped his fingertips against his pajama pants. Tessa gave him a scolding look, handing him a fork.

Cade sighed, taking it. "Eleven...?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, cocking her hip and planting a fist above it.

He averted his gaze guiltily, looking entirely like the man-child he was. "...Maybe closer to two. Or three. Or was it three thirty...?"

"Dad," she groaned, tugging at her hair in frustration. "Nothing good is going to come out of this if you work yourself into the ground! Optimus doesn't need to be repaired in the span of four nights-"

"Tessa - honey, you don't understand!" he interjected, squinting against the sunlight streaming in from the window. "I've already been able to make three of my inventions work because of him! He's helping me build these things, and the sooner I can sell them, the sooner we can get some money rolling in."

The young blonde opened her mouth to argue further, but the genuine look in her father's eyes made her stop short. She hesitated, and he took the opportunity to stand and grasp her arms gently, drawing her into a tight, reassuring hug. She resisted but for a few seconds before sighing and giving in, wrapping her arms around him and breathing in the familiar scent of mechanical grease and sweat. Memories lingered in the back of her consciousness. This was her father, what embodied him. Comfort and grease.

How lovely.

"Tess, baby," he murmured into her hair, brushing his fingers through it slowly, "I promise this will turn out okay. Just give me a little time. Optimus is genuinely grateful for what we're doing for him, and he's trying to repay us in any way that he can." He squeezed her affectionately. "We'll get out of this soon. Everything will go back to normal."

"I sincerely doubt that," she mumbled into his shirt, though secretly she was soothed by his words. He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before they both drew away from each other. Cade returned to his seat, digging into his cooling breakfast while Tessa moved over to the coffee pot to get a fresh brew going. She knew he was going to need it, if he was going to function at all that day.

"Did Lucas get those parts you need?" Tessa asked, popping the top off of the coffee maker before grimacing. She hadn't made coffee in a week, how old were these grounds? Yuck.

"Yeah. Most of them," Cade said through a mouthful of eggs. Tessa sighed, but did not scold him. "I'll have to order some. If I can fix up that old tape recorder, I've got a buyer on Ebay. Fifty bucks."

"Hmm." Tessa tossed the old filter out, disposing the forgotten bottle cap while she was at it. She opened up the cabinet, straining on her tiptoes to reach the filters and grounds. Curse her short genes.

"Optimus says that a lot of his self-regenerating systems have kicked in now that he's out of emergency stasis-lock. Whatever that means." Cade swallowed before shoving a wad of bacon into his mouth. "But he's still looking pretty rough. I think he needs a good wash."

"But won't that make him more obvious?" she asked, filling the pot up in the sink and pouring it into the tank. "Won't the government be looking for his old paintjob? Maybe we should paint him a different color or something."

"He mentioned that he changed his vehicle mode while on the run from that ambush," he said. "Combine that with all the rust he's got, I don't think he'll be easily identifiable for a while. But, still..." He polished off the soda before sighing. "I feel bad for him. He seems to be in a lot of discomfort, and I'm pretty sure he's still in pain. He's cooped up in that barn, having to crouch or sit all the time. The guy can't even step outside for fear of satellites seeing him..."

"Maybe he can go out at night," she suggested, sympathizing greatly. Texas heat sucked sometimes, and some days in the summer you couldn't even step outside for fear of suffocating on contact. "He can stretch his legs a bit without so much fear of being seen."

Cade visibly brightened. "Good idea. I didn't think of that."

Probably because you're just running on fumes, Tessa thought wryly as she flicked on the coffee pot.

"In any case," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the counter. She jabbed a finger at him, giving him a firm (and faintly pleading) look. "I want you in bed before midnight tonight."

Cade grinned around his fork, his eyes glittering with faint amusement. "I'll try," he said, swallowing, "but I can't make any promises."

"I'll make Optimus lock you out of the barn," she warned, knowing full well that the thirty-foot mech would most definitely agree to it. They both knew it. "Just...try, okay? Or I'll spike your dinner with melatonin, too."

Cade shuddered, cringing. "Okay, okay, chill," he said, picking up the last strip of bacon before standing with his plate and wandering over to the sink. "I'll go to sleep at midnight."

"Before midnight," she pressed.

"Before midnight," he acquiesced.

Cade washed off the plate, chewing studiously on the bacon like a tobacco addict while Tessa stepped over to the fridge and unraveled the loaf of bread. She dropped two slices into the toaster when Cade's cell phone began to ring.

He growled softly, flicking the faucet off before fumbling with his pajama pants. "It had better not be that damn..." He drew out the phone from his pocket, squinting at the name before the blood drained from his face.

Tessa's face creased in immediate concern. "What? Who is it?"

Cade's trembling thumb slid across the screen before he lifted it to his ear. "Heeyyy, sis..."

Tessa felt her blood run cold, a thrum of nervousness welling up in her stomach. Cade cast her an anxious glance before rubbing at the back of his head. "I'm fine. Tessa's fine...wait, you found a what? That's awesome!"

His enthusiasm was short-lived, as it died just as quickly as it had come when Tessa gave him a sour, pointed look. "Uh, yeah...Tessa finished up her finals. Yeah. No, I haven't finished that...you found a part for it? Nice." He fidgeted where he stood, leaning against the counter and rubbing at his mouth. "Listen, we've, uh...I made a big buy here a few days ago...no, it wasn't...okay. I, uh..." He grimaced, his teeth bared as he ran his fingers through his hair. "How long's it going to be 'til you get here?" He paused, listening intently, before the barest iota of relief relaxed the muscles in his shoulders. "Okay. This evening? Later? All right...yeah, see you then. Love you, too. Bye."

The second he lowered the phone from his ear and ended the call, he let out a prolonged, hissing curse through his teeth. Tessa worried her lower lip between her teeth, waiting for the ball to drop. Cade sank back against the cabinetry, his head hitting the upper section with a dull thunk. "We're screwed. I completely forgot about..." He shook his head slowly. "She's coming back tonight, maybe around seven. We've got to hide Optimus somehow."

Tessa stared at him incredulously. "How? He's a thirty-foot robot!" she hissed at him. "She practically lives in the barn, and that's the only place he can hide! She'll sniff him out in minutes!"

"I know that," Cade pressed, shoving the phone back into his pocket so he could scrape his hands down his face. "But she'll kill me when she finds out-"

"What, that you accidentally bought a literal illegal alien and now you’re trying to fix him?!" she cried exasperatedly. "Of course she's going to kill you!"

"We can't tell her," he insisted. "She's ex-military. Who knows how she'll react when she finds out we've got a Cybertronian in the barn."

"We can't keep it from her," she protested. "Even if we do manage to hide him at first, she'll find him eventually. She spends as much time in there as you do, if not more - which is stupid," she muttered. "And you'll have to continue repairs on him eventually."

Cade sighed resignedly, dropping his face into his hands. "At least make spaghetti for her," he mumbled, voice muffled. "The most we can do is butter her up before we tell her. I...I need at least tonight, so I can think about how I'm going to tell her."

Tessa stared at him for a long moment, but the tense silence that threatened to fall was broken by the toaster popping. At least that was one device in the house that Cade hadn't tampered with.

"Don't worry about it," Tessa told him, trying to offer some relief to his nervousness. "I'm sure once you explain everything to her, she'll understand. Like you said, he's helping out a lot with your robotics, so it's not a completely fruitless endeavor. And, once he's fixed up and leaves, we can call the government and point them in the opposite direction. That way we'll get the money but we'll throw them off his trail."

Cade looked up at her, a slow smile tugging the corners of his mouth apart. "I love you," he cooed. "You're smart like your mother."

Tessa flushed, turning to she could both pluck her toast out of the toaster and hide the smile that split her face in two.

It turned out to be a terribly hot day, as was typical of an early Texas summer. The only respite against the blazing sun was the industrial-sized fan humming near the barn door and the tin roofing reflecting most of the sun's oppressive heat. Sunlight streamed in from between the wood paneling and the opened loft window, providing enough illumination to cast dark shadows against the interior of the barn not under its direct assault. But, despite the dust and rust and grime clinging to his plating, the few unmarred spots of Optimus' armor gleamed.

Cade swiped an arm over his forehead, the beads of sweat and friction serving to wipe away at least some of the grime that had collected there. He had half the mind to take off his shirt, soaked and sticking to him in all the wrong places. He felt about as dirty as he probably looked. Even still, he doubted that Optimus would appreciate seeing a half-naked human - especially a half-naked human that was as dirty and unkempt as Cade knew he was. Or maybe the mech wouldn't care at all. Either way, he wasn't going to risk it, particularly since he was working with hot metal. He'd experienced the repercussions of that before and it had been no bueno.

Hefting the heavy-weighted hammer and setting the rounded metal casing against the molding sphere, he tapped out an angle that had been too sharp. The shift and scrape of metal on concrete almost made him flinch, but the movement in his peripheral reminded him of the barn's other occupant. Optimus was clearly uncomfortable, hunched over and grimacing every time he jostled one of the chains hanging from the ceiling or bumped against the scaffolding Cade had set up so he could reach his chassis. It had struck Cade how clearly he could read the mech's expressions - he was certainly human-like, despite the vastly differing components that made up the Cybertronian's faceplate.

"You took a hell of a hit, you know," he said, squinting at the casing with a merciless eye before wandering over to the standing cutting torch. "The missile just missed your power source."

The massive mech blinked, tilting his helm slightly, before he glanced down to the exposed internal workings within his chassis. His spark flickered erratically, casting an eerie glow against the dim shadows within the barn. "We call it a spark," he responded softly. "It contains our life force...and our memories."

Cade stilled, staring up at him in surprise. He hadn't thought... "Yeah...we call it a soul."

Optimus ex-vented slowly, his optics flicking away. He absently scratched at part of his pectoral plating, rolling his shoulders slowly. Cade inwardly winced at the metallic grating noise, trying to remember if he had some car grease. Yeah...add that to the growing list of things he was going to have to fix.

God, this guy was a mess.

Optimus grimaced suddenly, glancing down at his armor and plucking at a sizable shell casing embedded in the rusted, peeling metal. He tugged it free, staring down at it rather apathetically before flicking it away. Cade heard it bounce off the side of something somewhere to his right with a sharp cling. "Cade..." The Autobot hesitated, blinking as his optics shuttered, making the mechanic wonder if it indicated deep thought. "...why are you willing to help me?"

Cade paused, fiddling with the nozzle of the blow torch. "I guess maybe because you trust me to," he mused, leaning back as the torch roared to life and illuminated everything around him in a flaring orange glow. He quickly popped the welding mask down over his face, adjusting his grip on the round casing before bathing it in the spurting flame. Optimus watched his actions in rapt attention, seeming to absorb the human's reply.

When the metal was glowing as orange as the flames that were heating it, Cade shut off the torch and trotted back over to the ball bearing before pounding out more angles. He eyed it one last time before trotting over to the barrel of oil he'd had for years, dipping it in gingerly and being wary of the flames that flared and licked up at his hands. He then doused it in the barrel of water he'd set up next to it, turning his face away from the steam that hissed and shot up into the air. When he lifted the mask again to admire his handiwork, Optimus leaned over slightly as though to look at it, too.

"It look okay?" Cade asked while popping the mask back up onto his head, turning and walking up to the massive 'Bot so he could inspect it. The Prime nodded and reached out with an open servo, taking the casing before slowly and carefully fitting it around the flickering blue light within the depths of his chassis. He let out a heavy gush of hot air that ruffled Cade's oily hair, not quite a sigh of what must've been relief but probably the closest thing he could come to it.

"Thank you, Cade," he murmured sincerely. His shoulders slumped as though he finally had the chance to relax. Cade supposed he would, too, had the physical manifestation of his soul been so exposed for so long - and around strangers, no less.

Around strangers who were the same species as those who had made him wary of them in the first place.

"Hey, Optimus," Cade began tentatively, drawing out his syllables as he tried to conjure up the right words to inform the Autobot of their growing predicament. He didn't really know how he was going to react. "I've...got some good news and some bad news."

This seemed to set the mech on his guard, as his shoulders drew up again subtly with a tenseness that Cade suddenly regretted inciting in him. His optics shuttered, narrowed, and focused wholly on Cade, quiet and waiting. Of course, the moment he'd finally had a chance to relax, Cade had to go and ruin it.

The inventor sighed, pulling the mask from his head and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. "Good news is my sister is coming back." He looked back up to Optimus. "The bad news is that my sister's coming back."

Optimus shifted restlessly, optics flickering rapidly between extreme dimness and flaring brightness. "Is she one that could pose potential danger?"

"Not really - at least, I don't think so," Cade added hurriedly. "I just...I don't know how she's going to react to...this." He gestured towards Optimus vaguely, for lack of a better word. Or any word, for that matter. "She's ex-military, and I know you guys worked with them for a long time. I don't think she ever worked with the Autobots, though, since she was discharged before the first attack in Qatar, but..."

Optimus stilled, tilting his helm slightly. "Do you wish me to tell her the circumstances of how I arrived here?"

"No - no, it's fine," Cade responded, "I can handle it. I've just...I've been trying to figure out how to tell her."

"Tell her the truth," Optimus said simply, gently. "That is was an accident. It was most definitely not your fault." He paused. "If she should wish me to leave, then I will be on my way. I do not wish to cause dissonance within your family."

It's a bit late for that, he thought wryly, but didn't voice it. "Optimus, we've been through this - I want to help you. I want to help you get back on your feet, if nothing else - it's just not fair how these guys are chasing you around like you're some wild dog." He frowned, anger beginning to simmer low in his gut. "I think she'll understand."

...At least, I hope she will.

Dear God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, it was good to be home.

You pulled off of the interstate onto the highway branching off and directing you closer to your destination. You hummed softly along with the radio playing just over the rumble of your tires rolling over the pavement. Your arm was probably well sunburned by this point, having laid across the open windowsill for five days straight. The wind tugged at your tightly-bound hair, warm and dry as the sun brushed the edge of the horizon. The scent of flat, grassy plains - the scent of home - had you finally, finally relaxed after your trip.

Finding fixer-uppers for Cade and yourself to restore proved to be something you'd long ago gotten into the habit of doing - every three weeks you'd pack up your truck and trailer and drive around your proud home state in search of potential quarry. Scholarship opportunities for Tessa, as well as acceptable colleges, had recently been added to your list. None particularly met your standard, but...it was your niece in question, and you had always been protective of Tessa. Perhaps more so than Cade, in your mind. Maybe it was a Yeager trait.

You breathed out a sigh as you slipped your sunglasses off the top of your head and over your eyes. The sunset was certainly a sight - vivid oranges and reds melting together like a forge, blazing just as hot. You couldn't wait to take a long, hot shower and sleep in your own bed - cheap inns and motels be damned to the seventh circle of Dante's hell, honestly.

Paris, Texas welcomed you soon enough. There were a few people lingering in the streets or stores, but it was quiet for the most part. You waved towards a few acquaintances as you drove by, feeling relieved excitement bubbling up in your stomach as you drew closer and closer to home. You couldn't wait to work with Cade on some of the things you'd found in your brief travel. You'd even bought a couple of things for Tessa that you could freshen up and give her for her college dorm as a going-away present.

God, you were going to miss her. But...it would be nice to have the house to Cade and yourself again. Just like the good old days.

A flush of warm contentment washed over you when you pulled onto the familiar old farm road, dust swelling up from your tires and rising up in a thick cloud behind your trailer. You slowed down as you approached the rickety old mailbox and the metal crate welded beneath it, turning in slowly. You stopped when you saw that the electrical lines were crossed.

Oh, boy...maybe you shouldn't have gone on this last trip.

It seemed that your arrival was well anticipated. The robotic mut you and Cade had built what seemed to be forever ago was already whirling around in circles, yapping on and on about voice recognition and dialing nine-one-one. You could've sworn you'd fixed that. Cade was standing on the front porch, arms folded over his chest and fingers drumming against his arm.

He was nervous. What the hell did he do this time?

Parking and disengaging the engine, you grabbed your duffel and purse out of the passenger's seat before sliding out of the truck. Cade stepped down from the porch to take them, to which you waved him off and instead pulled him into a tight hug. The strong, familiar scent of motor oil and grease filled your nose. "Hey."

"Hey yourself," he said, arms resting on your back. He rested his cheek against the crown of your head, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "Drive back was okay?"

"Yeah. Didn't shoot anyone."

"Always a good thing." He pulled back, grinning and grasping your arms gently. "Tessa made spaghetti."

Your hunger, now making itself apparent in the way your stomach twisted and growled irritably, predominated your rising suspicion. "Praise God. I've had enough McDonald's to last me three lifetimes."

Your brother's warm laugh, more relaxed than his tense body language had been moments before, followed you into the house as you both went inside. The hearty smell of the Yeager family spaghetti sauce filled your nostrils and your mouth watered immediately, the tension draining from your limbs as you cast a glance back at Cade. "Let me go put this up real quick," you told him, trotting up the stairs. You heard him acknowledge you with a grunt as he turned into the kitchen.

The upper floor was dark and quiet, and it allowed you to breathe in the scent of home as you made a beeline for your room. You entered, tossing both bags onto your bed and making a flying trip to the bathroom to relieve yourself. You made quick work of washing your hands, simply wiping off the warm water on your jeans as you descended the stairs. You heard Cade's voice before you got to the doorway leading to the kitchen, the urgent, low tones initially obscuring Tessa's lighter whispers. Your suspicion returned, but you couldn't make out what they were saying because of the music playing softly from the radio.

You really hoped they hadn't broken something they shouldn't have. Didn't matter if it was a law or piece of equipment - if Lucas had been messing with your punching bag again, you'd be wringing his skinny little neck soon enough.

You made a show of yawning, stretching your arms over your head as you clomped around the corner. Cade turned to you, holding a pitcher of tea in one hand and a glass of ice in the other.

"I'm assuming you wanted tea," he said.

"Yeah, that's fine," you said, taking the glass after he filled it and sitting at the table. Tessa was distributing spaghetti on three different plates, as well as corn and salad. She set it in front of you with a swift one-armed hug around your shoulders, which you readily returned. "Heard about your finals. Good job, kiddo."

"Thanks!" she said, smiling and practically oozing pride in light of your praise. She meandered over to the oven, popping it open and grabbing an oven mitt to draw out a tray of garlic bread. "Want one?"

"Yes, please," you breathed, plucking one from the tray when she proffered it to you before dropping it on the edge of your plate to save your fingertips from the hot sting.

Cade plopped down in the seat across from you, reclining back and exhaling deeply. He rubbed at the dark circles beneath his eyes. You squinted at him, about to ask if he had been staying up late again, when Tessa, too, sat to your left.

"Pray?" she said, glancing between the two of you. You nodded, and all three of you bowed your heads so you could utter a brief prayer of thanks. Afterwards, you scooped a generous forkful of spaghetti into your mouth, practically melting in your chair as the warmth and flavor blossomed over your tongue.

"Oh my god, Tessa, never change," you told her firmly after swallowing. She flushed, hiding her smile behind her glass as she sipped lightly.

"How was the trip?" Cade asked, tearing the slice of garlic bread apart and stuffing a chunk past his lips.

"Good, for the most part," you said, reaching for the salad dressing to drizzle it over the chopped lettuce and tomatoes. "Got a few things that I can fix up pretty quick. Joe Anderson's been nagging me for a table for three months now. I think it's Amy's birthday soon and he's looking for something to give her."

Cade breathed out a sigh of relief. "I've almost got a couple of doohickeys fixed. Got a couple of buyers on Ebay. I think I'll be able to pay the electric bill with them."

You looked up at him, your chewing slowing to a stop. "Is that why we're borrowing the neighbor's electricity?"

Both Cade and Tessa stilled, exchanging a hesitant glance. The nervousness in the air was palpable.

"Is that what's going on?" you asked, voice simultaneously firm yet gentle. "You've been acting weird. Were you not wanting to tell me?"

You didn't miss the very pointed look that Tessa directed at her father.

"I thought I shouldn't have gone on this trip," you muttered. "I'll try to get that table done tomorrow. The sooner we can pay it, the better."

Cade shifted uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing at his neck anxiously. "That's...not what I wanted to tell you."

You raised a brow. "Is it about that 'big buy' you made?"

"I...yes," he replied hesitantly. "It's a truck."

You blinked. "A truck."

"Yes - an old truck. A semi. A cabover. I was planning on dismantling the engine for parts to sell."

"Planning on it?" you asked curiously.

"Yeah. I...ran into some...trouble with it." He straightened, fiddled with his fork. "You'll have to see it for yourself."

"If all you needed was help on it, all you had to do was ask," you told him gently. "But we'll start on that in the morning. I'm tired. You look tired - have you been staying up late again?"

He flushed, opened his mouth perhaps to protest, but Tessa interjected with a flat expression and a strong nod.

"Sleep," you pressed firmly, "and we'll tackle it when we're both fresh. Comprende?"

"Sí," he muttered, casting his eyes downward.

"Good." You smiled, half affectionate and half exasperated. "I'll cuddle you aggressively if you don't."

"Resistance is futile," Tessa chimed in, spearing a chunk of lettuce with her fork.

You reached over and squeezed her arm with a grin, directing it at Cade. He finally met your eyes, and after a long moment he returned it, looking as tired as you'd ever seen him.

You had once been a very deep sleeper. When you were younger, back when Cade was smaller than you, he always thought something was wrong whenever he would get up in the mornings and fail to rouse you unless he were to practically scream in your ear. You slept through thunderstorms and fireworks alike, never once stirring from your oft dreamless slumber. Very rarely did you dream, even rarer did you suffer from nightmares.

Unfortunately, that was a long time ago.

After graduating from high school and enlisting your services in the marine corps, you'd quickly learned that sleeping deeply was not an asset useful to a soldier. Countless times of interrupted rest trained you to be instantly alert at the slightest of noises or potential dangers. It had served you well, the night your base in Iraq had been attacked - you'd heard the distant rumble of non-American military engines across the way and you'd saved your troop by waking and warning them just in time to escape your bunker before it was incinerated into smoke and ash.

The ambush had been long and violent. They'd come in under cover of the dunes on the far east side, near a mountain range, and had wreaked havoc on the base, killing many and injuring more. Snipers, unfortunately, were present - when you'd gone to rescue your superior officer from a burning quonset, one had nearly managed to blow your left arm out of its socket. It was only by God's grace that your squadron's medic had gotten to you in time to staunch the bleeding. Your arm barely survived, and as a result of some psychological bullshit, you now had a rather inconvenient limp in the opposite leg. Unnoticeable to you (and your family) now that you've all gotten accustomed to it and have dealt with it long enough that it wasn't as bad as it used to be. Only if you had one of your spells did it act up again.

And by 'spell', it obviously meant a full-blown anxiety attack courtesy of your PTSD, which used to be triggered by anything ranging from the sound of someone dropping a pen to having night terrors. The night terrors, in themselves, were not particularly bad - you'd gotten used to the images of blood spattered across the sand and the sounds of screams and explosions ringing in your ears, echoing over the rivulets of time and memory. No, it was the aftereffects that you hated; waking in a cold sweat, trembling all over, nausea and lightheadedness threatening to send you over the side of your bed. Over the years, however, you'd gradually recovered - returning home after being medically discharged and falling back into a semi-normal, tamer routine certainly helped. The night terrors and your spells grew fewer and farther between as the years drew on. Having Cade and Tessa as a support system helped majorly, as well.

But, as is the case with everything, there were always exceptions. Sometimes, out of nowhere, you would dream of the ambush - crying out in your sleep as a result and never failing to draw Cade into your bed to wrap you up in a tight, warm embrace. His presence, the sound of his heartbeat and his gentle murmurings and reassurances helped to calm you down, but it still frustrated you every time that it would happen. You thought you were getting better. You thought that you'd forgotten the terror and the pain. But revisitations of it were inevitable.

Tonight, it would seem, would be one of those nights.

The air was cold. The sand was cold. Your heart, heavy and lodged in your throat, was thumping painfully as you crouched low and wide-eyed in a grenade-blown pit, avoiding crossfire and the sight of the enemy. You were trembling, deep and wholesome panic thrumming through your entire body as you tried to think, tried to comprehend what was happening, tried to articulate what you needed to do. A distant murmur of sentimentality in the back of your mind told you that you should go back to your bunker, try to salvage what few belongings you were permitted to have. Shock and the ingrained soldier's sense would not let you.

Gun. You needed your gun. You needed your gun so you could fire back, save others, protect your squadron. Where was it?

In the smoldering remains of your bunker, along with everything else you'd owned.

Another grenade clattered against the smoldering side of the communications center, falling dangerously close to an armored Jeep and rocking it on its wheels with its concussive explosion. You winced, shied away from the flash of fire and shrapnel, and looked wildly, desperately around for an ally, someone you knew, someone you trusted.

"Yeager!"

Your head shot up, eyes focusing in on the medical facility. The chief medic was hunched in the doorway, clutching an IV bag in one hand and its partnering needle in the other as he stared straight at you.

"Merendsen!" he shouted. "Merendsen's trapped in his bunker!"

Now given an order, a purpose, your mind locked onto it with renewed determination. However, when you told your body to move, it did not budge. You shook and shivered, but your limbs would not accept the commands given to them. You heard an unintelligible shout from another point in the camp, closer to the medicinal facility, and the chief medic looked back to you with furrowed brows. "They're readying a mortar! We've got to evacuate!"

To this day, you still don't recall ever getting up. All you remember is no longer laying in the sand, only running headlong through the crossfire and explosions and yelling towards the bunker where your commanding officer dwelled. The building was half collapsed, crackling and hissing with flames that licked against the shadows of light. You stumbled to your knees, digging at the crumbling and charred cement and hoping you wouldn't get hit. You gasped and cursed when you scorched your hand, but you were rewarded when you heard a groan amidst the rubble.

"Sir!" you gasped, trying to find the location of the sound. "Merendsen! Captain Merendsen!"

"Yeager...?" he rasped, and grunted when you shifted a rather large chunk of rock.

"Help me, sir," you panted. "I can't get you out by myself."

He groaned, though whether through pain or delirium you didn't know. You saw his bloodied, swelling fingers poke out from between a gap in the debris. Several painstaking and anxiety-riddled moments slid by, and as soon as his shoulders were visible you grappled for him and tugged him free of the debris. He choked out a curse, blood dripping from his head and hands as you dragged him onto the sand.

"We - we need to evac," he wheezed, glazed eyes taking in the decimation that was once home camp.

"We're working on it, sir," you managed, using a sizable chunk of concrete for cover as you tried to plot the best route to the medical facility. There was heavy fire being exchanged through the main route, several of your comrades hollering and bleeding while trying to hurl back as much as was being given to them. None noticed your predicament.

The medical facility. If you could get him there, he'd be safe until everyone got organized. It was the most well-protected place in camp (or what used to be the camp).

"Can you walk?" you hollered above the blast of fire swelling around a Jeep that had been turned over on the edge of camp.

"I'm fine!" he shouted back, gritting his teeth and trying to get his legs beneath him. His pupils were blown. He had a concussion. "Let's move! We need to get out of here!"

You hauled his arm around your neck, drawing his weight into your side and hefting both yourself and him to your feet. You huffed and strained beneath the extra weight, eyes stinging as sweat and dirt and smoke blurred your vision.

It was painstaking, bobbing and weaving through debris and smoke for cover. Your comrades made way for you, giving you cover-fire when crossing areas where you were plainly visible. Your commanding officer was grunting and cursing due to pain, trying his best to support his weight despite the fact that his leg was bent at a rather unnatural angle.

You rounded the corner, spotting the welcoming entryway to the medical bunker, and somewhere in the back of your conscious mind you recognized it - recognized this moment - and began to dread despite not being able to change the events of the past. All you registered was the distant flicker of red right before Merendsen was hollering in your ear. Your mind and focus clicked into place in that instant - sniper. Deeply ingrained instinct kicked in and you threw your weight to the side, shoving your captain into the sand as pain unfathomable exploded in your uncovered shoulder.

The next thing you knew was Merenden's face over yours, mouth moving but no sound coming forth. You realized you couldn't hear - not just him, but everything else. Your ears were ringing, body cold and frozen. Your heartbeat, hot and painful, throbbed in your shoulder (or, in retrospect, what was left of it).

Turning your head in an attempt to gain your bearings, you saw the sickening color of scarlet staining the sand beneath you, splattered over Merendsen's pinched face as he hunched over you protectively. He dug his palms into your shoulder, eliciting a weak, breathless gasp as pain bloomed across the forefront of your psyche. You felt the squish of blood against your torn and rent flesh. Your vision flickered, the dark draw of unconsciousness tugging at the edges of your consciousness. You were suddenly tired. Tired, and dazed, and hurting.

"...eager! Yeager! Stay with me, soldier! Don't you dare give up on your family!"

You blinked slowly, eyes listlessly returning to Merendsen's. His face was twisted into a pained, worried grimace.

"You've got a niece to go home to!" he shouted above the din, and you vaguely recognized the shift of sand as someone else skidded to a stop beside your head. The chief medic's face, illuminated by fire, swam on the side of your vision as though submerged in water. "Your brother needs you! Your family needs you!" Merendsen lifted his hands away from your shoulder so the medic could replace them, and your captain moved to grip your limp, trembling hand with his own. "Don't let go, soldier - that's an order!"

You remembered smiling, thanking him with a broken and soft and terrified voice. Then you remembered no more.

You remembered the pain, and its clawed grip upon your rapidly fluttering heart, and that was the first thing you felt when you jolted awake - except for the fact that there was no pain, and no slick, stickiness of blood soaking your shoulder and the cold sand beneath it. Your heart was still beating, though, thumping in your temples and throat and making quite the impression of itself on the inside of your chest cavity.

You blinked and sat up slowly, sucking in several lungfuls of cool, clear air. Your brain began to reboot slowly, gradually swimming out of the dark depths it had submersed itself in. You exhaled shakily, your hand going to your left shoulder. A pang of remembered agony tingled through the damaged nerve endings. Damn phantom pains.

Several tense, quiet moments passed. You breathed, focused on your heartbeat, closed your eyes against the vestiges of fear and shock. Your heart calmed, your body stopped trembling. You brushed your dampened hair away from your neck and grimaced as you registered the sweat clinging to your skin. Your eyes settled on the band of moonlight shining through your opened window, allowing the pleasant night air passage. A cursory glance towards your alarm clock assured you that yes, it was far too early to be awake.

4:21. Great.

Your eyes adjusted slowly, and you frowned when you saw your bedroom door still secured tightly shut, realizing your brother's warm presence wasn't currently wrapped around yours.

Cade hadn't come. He always came. He always knew. Where was he?

The distant clatter of metal against wood caused you to freeze. Your senses focused in on the sound, ears straining to hear anything else. Instead, dead silence settled over the outside world once more.

Your hand slipped silently under your pillow, the familiar bite of cold metal a comfortable weight in your hand as you settled your fingers around the grip and drew it out into open air. Your pistol gleamed in the moonlight as you slid your legs off the bed and slowly eased your weight into your feet. The floor did not creak nor groan as you crept to your window, peering around the edge to scrutinize the yard below.

No signs of life, nor disturbances. All was quiet.

Your eyes narrowed, and you made your way into the hall to check on your brood. Tessa was asleep beneath her sheets, hair strewn out over the pillow beneath her head. You closed the door silently. Cade, too, was in bed (thankfully), snoring and sprawled out over his mattress. He was deeply under, you could tell - how much had he been working before you'd returned?

Assured that they were safe, you padded down the stairs and made your way to the back door, grabbing a flashlight on your way by and stealing outside without a sound. You kept to the shadows, prowling towards the barn warily. Though every fiber in your body was tensed and focused on making your approach undetectable, your mind was buzzing. Who would be in your barn at this time of the night? Your first thought went to some wayward teenager or young adult looking for a quick buck, but you found that unlikely given you hadn’t heard a vehicle approach. A glance to the field and road beyond your home also proved that fact, as there was not a vehicle in sight. It could've been a raccoon, but you found that unlikely. Maybe something had just fallen over?

Nevertheless, it wouldn't hurt to check. You just really hoped that you wouldn't have to use your gun. You really weren't in the mood to shoot anybody.

Circling around to the back of the barn where the larger door rested, you readjusted your grip on your gun and tucked it behind the barn’s door handle. You braced yourself, taking a steadying breath. In one smooth motion you clicked on your flashlight and raised it level with your head, throwing the massive but relatively light door open before raising your gun to the immediate darkness within. "Whoever the hell you are, raise your hands - and don't make a mistake you'll regret, because I will shoot you!"

Two wide, startled, glowing blue eyes blinked down at you from inside the depths of the barn.

Shocked out of words for a split second, you froze. Then, "What the actual f-"

You had only a moment to register that the eyes belonged to a gargantuan, alien frame. It seemed that it, too, had been stunned by the mutual shock of discovering the other, but not for a moment longer. In that same instant, the gargantuan, alien frame lunged for you.

Screw not being in the mood to shoot somebody.

You raised your pistol and your finger twitched over the trigger, but the unknown figure was faster. A massive hand swiped out at you from the shadows, knocking both the gun from your grip and your entire body off of your own feet. The breath gushed out of you as you made harsh contact with the ground, the jolt stunning and dazing you. You scrabbled for purchase on the dewy grass beneath you as the figure leapt to loom over you, blocking a huge portion of the sky and casting a dark shadow over you. That same massive hand slammed down into the soft soil next to your head, fingers groping for your comparatively tiny body. You rolled away, stuttering out a curse as your hand found purchase on something cold and metal and heavy enough to be used as a weapon. Without thinking (not that you had the capacity, with your mind scattered and adrenaline coursing through your limbs), you found the creature's glowing, narrowed eyes in the dark and chucked the object at its crested head.

The clang of metal meeting metal rang out with the brief flash of sparks right before it was drowned out by a deafening bellow of pain. A disk-like shape fell from the creature's head and you had naught but a second to again roll to safety before it sank into the ground like a blade while your flashlight clattered a few feet away from you, light flickering across the ground. Green fluid spurted freely from the figure's cracked skull, but you were distantly confused to see electrical sparks shooting from the open wound.

Cade's shocked outcry of your name snapped you back into focus. Your head whirled to see him jumping from the front porch, sprinting straight for you and your still growling attacker. The ground shook beneath you and you were startled to hear the unknown figure (danger threat protect) garble out a roughened, pained version of your brother's name before its massive hand made another move to grab you.

"Optimus, no, don't-!"

"Cade, stay back - this human has a gun!"

"What the hell?!" you cried, staggering to your feet and away from the - holy shit, was it-?

Was it a transformer?

"Cade, get back!" you shouted, your eyes now finding the metallic sheen gleaming off the figure's silhouette. "Get back, get the shotgun!"

"Wait, just - wait a second!" Cade sounded panicked, worried, though you realized with terror he was running for the transformer and not you. "Optimus, wait!"

'Optimus'? Why did that...

The gargantuan figure froze as the human male stopped between it and you, waving his arms frantically and looking as pale as a sheet in the moonlight. "Please, just hang on a second!" He glanced wildly between the both of you, eyes pleading. "Let me explain!"

Both you and the transformer stilled, chests heaving and eyes looking from Cade to the other with suspicion and wariness.

"This is your sister?" the robotic alien rumbled, taking you off guard. It eased onto its haunches, sitting up and allowing the moonlight to illuminate its figure. Rust and peeling paint caught your eye, dust and grime obscuring much of what must've once been shiny metal. Its face was twisted, mouth pinched as it turned its glowing gaze to you. You realized that the disk that had fallen from its head was one of two ear-like arrays with sensor finials. The open wound(?) was still dribbling that same green substance. Blood?

"Yes, Optimus, this-" Cade exhaled heavily, hands and voice shaking with relief as you both stood down. He looked to you, guilt and apprehension forming in his eyes as he gestured towards the mechanical being behind him. "I..."

A short silence settled upon the three of you, tense and anxious. After a beat, you sighed and glanced up at the transformer, leveling it with a pointedly non-aggressive look. You saw the stiffness in its metal-plated shoulders relax minutely, then looked back to Cade only when you were sure the unspoken ceasefire was cemented.

"So..." you deadpanned, a wry, weary quirk forming at the edge of your mouth as you rubbed your sore cranium. "...who put him in your basket?"

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MC Exclusive | Promoters of SecureKloud Tech arrested in money laundering case

In January 2021, 8K Miles rebranded itself as SecureKloud Technologies Ltd. 8K Miles was always in the limelight for the wrong reasons.

Suresh Venkatachari, the promoter of SecureKloud Technologies

Note to readers: An earlier version of the article qualified SecureKloud as a “Sandeep Tandon-backed company”. This is to clarify that Sandeep Tandon is not a promoter, board member or a shareholder. The inadvertent remark is regretted.

The Directorate of Enforcement on March 24 arrested the promoters of a listed entity, SecureKloud Technologies - Suresh Venkatachari and RS Ramani - under the provisions of the Prevention of Money Laundering Act.

The company said in an exchange filing that Venkatachari shall cease to be the president of the company with "immediate effect".

On March 24, the stock ended at Rs 38.6 on the NSE, lower by 3.6 percent from the previous close. The stock is down over 80 percent from its all-time high level touched in October 2021. Its market capitalisation now stands at Rs 133 crore.

What does Securekloud do?

As per the company's website, SecureKloud enables digital transformation for enterprises with cloud-based solutions. "We have helped organizations including Fortune 500 giants embrace the cloud with security and agility while following industry best practices," reads the company's LinkedIn profile. It is based in the San Francisco Bay area.

The company clocked annual sales of Rs 849 crore in March 2018, which fell to Rs 382 crore in March 2020 and stood at Rs 379 for FY22. During the same time period, the bottom line has swung between Rs 205 crore of net profit and Rs 98 crore of net loss. Operating margins have also been inconsistent, as per data from Screener.

Shareholding

As of December 2022, the promoter and promoter group held a 43.52 percent stake in the company. Venkatachari held 42.13  percent and Ramani held 1.39 percent. Public shareholding stood at 56.48 percent.

Dubious past

In January 2021, 8K Miles rebranded itself as SecureKloud Technologies Ltd.

8K Miles was always in the limelight for the wrong reasons. From August 1, 2011 to September 30, 2012 and January 4, 2012 to September 28, 2012 respectively, there was "unusual price movement in the scrip". SEBI prima facie found that various connected entities had indulged in fraudulent and manipulative trading in the stock.

In 2018, when the stock was spiralling down, Venkatachari said that 8K Miles will initiate legal action against Quantum Global Securities Ltd and Kumar Share Brokers Ltd for the illegal transfer of promoter shares worth 8.42 percent equity of the company.

Following that, in an audit conducted in 2019, Deloitte flagged false disclosures by the management and misrepresentation in financial statements.

"We came across certain transactions that gave us reason to believe that suspected offences involving fraud have been committed in the company," it said.

The audit report said that two independent directors on the company's board were never really "independent" as their relatives were employed in 8K Miles.

Deloitte also found several instances of transactions with vendors, wherein there were "inconsistencies between the nature of services as mentioned in the invoices and the basis of recording in the books of account as consultancy expenses, intangible assets, multiple federal tax identification against the same vendor, contracts signed by employees post cessation of their employment, etc."

In 2020, trading was suspended in the stock for a few weeks due to the company's non-submission of financial results for two consecutive quarters.

[midnightscxre]

belovdsins​:

She didn’t know what to think about all of it. Not much had been said about the man she was meant to meet apart from his first name and that he was exactly her type. Additionally, the fact that her friend told her that she should give him a chance should have put her on high alert. Ultimately, she was probably the one who should have come with a warning label. As a successful event planner, she was an handful who could put most people in their place with a gaze. So she knew that she would have no issue walking off if this ended badly for her.

It didn’t take long for her to notice the man as he was the one she would have went up to if she were alone. Attractive and rough around the edges, she moved towards him before smiling. “That would be me. Lucky us.” She said with a laugh as she slowly removed her jacket to reveal a dress that hid nothing. Her eyes moved over him before she sat down. “Is this for me?” Her finger pointed towards the delicate rose. “It’s beautiful.” It was more than she’d expected and while she appreciated the gesture, she was still weary about how all of this would go.

There was a good and even easily understood reason why the man with the storm in his eyes never saw more than one dawn with his ‘ girl friends ‘ . Jace was not a womanizer, not in the traditional sense. He was not interested in collecting names of beauties on the list of his intimate successes, it was not impossible to restrain primal urges, the sea-blue eyes were not enchanted by every beauty on the street. In fact, the girls who shared the bed with him knew very well that his face would become a distant or close memory of pleasures, nothing more -- because he explained it very directly to each one before sinking his teeth into their juicy curves.

A life full of crime, being a big fish in the seas of underground illegal business, having a target on the back from competition of the same profession did not promise a peaceful life that ends with a house, a white picket fence, a family and a dog. . . although secretly, in the recesses of his mind, he sometimes longed for such a fantasy. Unfortunately, he witnessed too many tragedies to embark on such an undertaking. His friends whose girlfriends or wives, in their world the term was ‘ old ladies ‘,  were taken away, killed, blackmailed and eventually left their husbands out of sheer fear for their lives, were a sufficient lesson. President of the Devil’s stranglers vowed never to endanger someone in such a sinister way. 

Even when his right hand, Pike, approached him with this unusual, almost comical request to take his sister’s friend out, Jace didn’t think much of it. No matter how the night would end, manners of this man towards women were spotless. He knew every heart he broke, but not one of those women had a bad word for the head of the MC. Always treated with respect and honesty, no matter if they could not have him longer than for a one night. This, was supposed to be just slightly different. Instead of heaving a ‘sweet butt’ dancing on his lap, tasteless makeup on their lips voicing nothing but ‘ What would you like me to do? ‘, ending with an erotic dance of the warm bodies, this was supposed to be if nothing, a conversation. Something Jace was looking forward to.

 However. . . he had no idea just how much, until he finally saw her. The beauty that graced her reminded him of the depictions of the countesses in old, pricy paintings , one of the works of art he smuggled in on occasion. Instead of a shy, submissive demeanor, she had a kind of fire inside her that sang to him. A man who was rarely left speechless now looked at the woman with obvious admiration for a second too long. “ Clearly not enough to match you. “ slight Irish accent delivered a somewhat cheesy response on the beauty of the rose, but it was honest nonetheless. For a split second he cursed at himself for not getting a small dozen of those, along with chocolates, perfumes, diamond necklaces and whatnot.

 Out of his game a bit when it came to romance. But he had a hunch that he will make up for it by the end of this evening. When the beauty took her jacket off, the steady eyes slipped from concentration and wondered around the tempting curves. Playful smirk, but still respectful, dancing on his lips that took the last drag of the cigarette. Damn she was fine. Every line of her body was noticed, appreciated from a polite distance, until he shifted his attention back to the angelic face. “  Don’t get me wrong sweetheart, but you don’t look as someone needing to be fixed with a blind date. “ smooth baritone shaped his thoughts. Leaning on the table, tender shades of blue arose from his usual grey colors of the irises. Interest shamelessly sparkling under it. “  But the most appealing things are dangerous. Demanding. Challenging. “ Grin decorated the rough attractive face, lips showing his pearly white teeth. “  You eat lads for breakfast, am I right?  “ in a straightforward way did he deliver the conclusion baptized with excitement. 

[akunya]

“beg for it, you dirty little thing.”

pairings: shoto / m!reader

summary: shoto finally puts you in your place.

tw: dubcon, edging, dom shoto (surprise!), petplay, degradation, teasing, bdsm, ownership, blindfolds. mean shoto, mindbreak, overstimulation. humiliation. possessiveness.

notes: it should be illegal for him to do asmr. this is self-indulgent. very mean shoto.

my longest fic to date. feedback appreciated. cheers! she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

shoto smirked looking down at you, sitting on his chair while you writhed on the floor. he leaned on his hand, watching as your hips involuntarily bucked up, muffled screams and moans of pleasure filling his room. you couldn't even register how long its been, mind becoming hazy as the vibrators he attached to you went up a notch. how the hell did you get here?

you and shoto were just close friends, nothing more until tonight. he had invited you over to hang out and watch some movies with him, wanting to relax on his day off. enjoying any time you spend with the boy, you quickly accepted the invitation happily. and that is what you two did, for a while.

sitting on shotos bed, you both watched some cheap romance flick he randomly chose off of netflix. he truly just wanted to be in your company, enjoying having your smaller body beside his. you didnt know the full extent of it, but shoto really liked you - maybe a bit more than the average person should like someone. since you two were friends for so long, personal space wasn't much of a concern either. the film had shifted focus onto the two main characters sharing an intimate scene together.

shoto scoffed, chuckling a bit at the girls cheesy moans. "its so weird, she sounds like a rookie pornstar." you laughed a bit in return, unable to look away from the tv as the male actor sloppily kissed his coworkers neck, practically ripping her shirt apart to suck on her tits. shoto rolled his eyes, even though his mind was thinking about having you in that girls position instead. "i dont think you have any place to talk, shoto." you jabbed at him, laughing a bit more. however, the room grew silent.

"whats that supposed to mean, y/n?" shoto turned to look at you, tilting his head just a bit to feign innocence. his indigo eyes stared at yours, but you didnt have the courage to stare back, your eyes still glued to the screen. the couple were embracing each other in missionary position now, the girl moaning louder as the guy fucked her slowly. you tried your best to focus on the movie. "well, you probably make those girly sounds too. since you're a bottom and all." you smiled nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice your confidence slowly fading. shoto fell silent, eyebrows raising. "oh, really? you're full of shit." his voice was a bit stern as he looked at you. the borderline porno on the screen in front you guys was not helping the situation at all.

"i mean, everyone knows you are! you whimper all the time on stream, i've heard you bark more times than i can count, and don't get me started on the shit you post" you rebutted. in your mind, you could never see your friend as anything but a pillow prince - from the way he acted, he always seemed so submissive. you'd tune into his streams sometimes, and it became routine at this point to hear him whimper and whine for his "master". not that you minded since it was perfect jack-off material for you.

"thats just a different side to me, thats all. i can be dominant if i want to." he pouted, crossing his arms against his chest in defiance. his heart was beating out of his chest. he wasn't used to you teasing him like this, and the fact that you were catching up to his little facade made him feel something he couldn't quite name. it would have almost been kind of adorable if he didn't deflect from the truth so often, the guild leaders cheeks puffing up in anger. you laughed, shaking your head as shoto looked at the film, the actress whining like a bitch in heat. "pfft, no way. i just cant see it." as if a lightbulb went off in his head, shoto moved a bit closer, faces near inches apart. "let me prove it to you then." something different lingered in shotos voice, but being the stubborn shithead you are, you gladly accepted his challenge - even mocking the "poor doggy" as a rebuttal.

..which is how you ended up here, naked and squirming on his floor. everything had happened too fast for you to fully process, and before you knew it shoto had tied you up and toyed with you like a pet. blindfolded, you couldn't see his face or what he was doing, which only made the experience heightened by a tenfold. he had prepped and stuffed your hole with a dildo, every shake of your hips pushing the toy in deeper. there were two vibrators attached to your cock: one on the tip, sticky with precum, and the other near the base next to your balls. he held the controller in his hand, watching as you moaned and begged from the simulation. every time you managed to get close to cumming, he would turn off the vibrators, leaving you whining for more. your body thrashed against the restraints, becoming more desperate by the minute. he'd been denying you repeatedly for his own pleasure, rubbing himself through his pants but never getting very far, wanting to savor the moment.

"whats the matter, puppy? you keep squirming all over the place. does it feel good?" shoto teased, watching you from above on his chair. you practically growled in response, not wanting to give in and let him win so easily, staying silent. standing up, he walked over to you, standing above your small form. his shoe nudged at your cock, emitting a pitiful whine as the cold rubber touched your skin. "hey, im talking to you, bitch. speak up." you shook your head, trying not to arch into his touch. to him, you looked adorable. he coo'd at your stubbornness - it was obvious to tell that you were barely clinging onto the last bit of sanity that begged you not to give in. "you poor thing, you're so adorable like this.." he sighed, bending down to gently caress your cheek. you froze in place at his affection. you leaned in, the dull vibrations of the toys on your cock feeling painfully good as you nuzzled into his hand. he let you, rubbing his hand against your face before threading his fingers in your hair, pulling you upwards with it. you cried out in pain, unable to adjust your position or fight back from shotos eerily strong grip.

"are you going to say sorry for making fun of me, or should i mess with you some more?" he scolded you, hold tightening as you hissed in pain, shaking your head. relishing in your defiance, he held you there for a bit. looking at the way your face. scrunched in pain, desperate pleas to let go, only made his cock harder. eventually, he let go, causing you to stumble back on the floor. you sobbed again, now from pleasure and the aching pain in your head.

"your cum is getting all over my carpet. for someone who made such a big deal about me being a bottom, you look fucking ruined right now." deep down, you knew he was right. it had to be well over an over already of his intense play, keeping you in the same position and torturing you over and over again. barely tipping you over the edge, just to yank it out of your hands, unable to do anything about it. you felt utterly humiliated. you always thought that if you and shoto ever shared something intimate together, you'd be the one guiding him, gentle and sweet as you'd be on top. you couldn't be any further from the truth. when he said he would prove his dominance to you, you never thought shoto would be so passionate about it. "p-please.." your voice was raspy, dry from all of the sounds you've been making as he played with your body. "hm? please what speak up, baby. i cant hear you." he teased you, smirking at your deteriorating resistance. "i-i.. i.." you could only stutter, sentence cutting off to a loud moan as he turned the vibrations all the way. would it be so bad to give in? it was your fault for testing him, wasn't it? you put yourself into this position - if you didn't want to be in this position, then why did you agree to it in the first place? biting your lip, you exhaled shakily. if you weren't blindfolded, you'd see shotos eyes widening a bit, smile growing as he realized he's finally cracked you. "i-im sorry, shoto. please, just make it s-stop.." you cried, hips thrusting against the carpet, desperate for any sort of relief. shoto felt as if he'd explode with joy, yearning to see you pliant and obedient for months now in front of him. seizing the opportunity, it felt like his plans were finally falling into place, nodding as he bent down and touched your warm skin. his cold hands tweaked with your nipples, sliding down to spread your legs apart. "mhm, who am i to deny such a cute boy, huh?"

your legs opened wide, inviting the male to touch and explore you further. despite having teasing you for a few hours, shoto never got the chance to touch your body for himself, long fingers quickly making a mental map of the areas he touched. your cock was a bit smaller than his, while his was more narrow yours had more girth. his mouth watered at the thought of sucking you off, but he decided he'd save it for another day. if he wasn't inside you in the next 10 minutes or so, shoto was sure he'd die on the spot.

unzipping his pants and pulling his own dick out, he slid the dildo out of your ass, making you wince at the feeling. he shushed you, ruffling your hair and positioning your legs around his waist. "i've been waiting for this for so fucking long, baby. i bet you wanted this too, huh? wanted your masters cock inside that slutty hole of yours?" he groaned, positioning himself against your ass and slowly slipping inside.

moaning in pleasure, your blindfold was damp with all of your tears. it shouldn't feel this good - but fuck, it felt amazing. its as if shoto filled you up perfectly, your walls adjusting and welcoming his cock. he wasted no time in moving, setting a rough pace as the sound of skin against skin filled the room. his hands wrapped around your neck, not choking you, but holding you in place.

"do you like it? do you like how master's cock feels inside of you? tell me." the guild leader wouldnt stop with his relentless teasing, a shameful string of "yes!" and "more!" spewing from your mouth. your face was red, snot and tears streaming everywhere. shoto thought it was fucking adorable. seeing you all stirred up just for him had his hips moving quickly, body moving forward to keep you locked in a mating press. the fight in you was gone, whining happily when you felt him deeper inside. you could quickly feel the knot forming in your tummy, balls tightening as he messed up your insides.

"s-shoto-" the use of his name made him growl in your ear, quickly shaking your head. "master, please, im so close-!" you - his puppy - whined and pleaded, body squirming with anticipation. if he denied you one more time, you were sure you would pass out, unable to take anymore abuse from the male. he nodded, moaning as you tightened around his cock. he truly wish he could've toyed with you a bit longer, but he cant hold himself back. not when you're so cute beneath him.

"cmon, beg for it fucker. beg for your master to let you cum." he laughed, his sadistic tendencies going full throttle as he pounded into you. your body was overstimulated beyond your capacity, groaning and sobbing in response. "please master, i need to cum, please! l-let me cum!" you screamed louder now, your orgasm so close you could nearly taste it. shoto hummed in approval, praising you for being a good boy and taking it so well, thrusts becoming frantic. he slipped a hand to touch your cock, and within mere seconds you came all over yourself. crying in pure pleasure, your body wouldn't stop shaking as shoto filled you up quickly afterwards, his warm sticky cum overflowing out of your hole.

you two laid there in silence, both of you trying to catch your breath. he smiled, slipping the blindfold off of you. you didn't bother to open your eyes, limbs feeling like jelly. shoto gently kissed both of your closed eyes, the salty tears making him lick his lips afterwards. he'd let you rest for now - there was much more fun to have in the morning, after all. he wasnt going to let you leave him now.

[kim-seung-mo]

SO THOSE IDEAS I HAD-

Artic monkeys - Do I wanna know

It was a late night by the office and you were sitting on your chair doing some paperworks

Ahdjjs I'm still loosing my mind over this

Underneath the desk was a breath less man eating you like you're the last meal he'll have AHDJAJDJ- you threw your head back letting out low groans

You looked down at you and placed your hand on his chin, turning it to the side, sliding your fingers down his jaw to feel his heartbeat " my love your hearts going a little faster than usual, are you alright ? " You knew what you did, the power you held over him made him go crazy for more

BQJSUDHX I WAS JUST SITTING AND I LEANED BACK AND IT PIPPED IN MY HEAD WHILE THAT SONG WAS PLAYIN- and it should be obvious who I had in mind

- 🍒 anon

I copied and paste so excuse the typos and screeching-

aight this is straight-up illegal 😭😭 🍒 whyyyyyy now I'm definitely not sleeping 🥲 but anyways——

(I don't directly mention who this is but I think we all know but also feel free to substitute any good boy into this)

As your secretary, he was required to do more than the normal work that a secretary should do, he was also required to meet your personal needs.

Of course, you didn't force him to do this, he willingly became your submissive puppy.

Today, too, he prepared coffee to your liking and brought it in, but you needed more than coffee at the moment.

With just a look, he understood what you wanted.

What you need now was not a caring secretary, but an obedient puppy.

He pulled the necklace from around his neck and, using the key attached to it, opened the locked drawer next to your desk and took out his own collar signifying "I am now your obedient puppy" and a pair of dog ears.

The collar was custom made for him with his name on it, it belonged to him alone.

When he wore the collar, he was not a human being, he was just your obedient little dog and nothing more, that was the rule between you.

After locking the door behind him, he placed the ears on himself, took the collar between his lips and slowly crawled towards you with his hands supporting himself on the floor.

As he crawled up to you, he rubbed his head and his dog ears against your inner thighs, gesturing for you to help him put the collar on.

You lift his chin and fasten the leather black collar around his neck. The bell tethered to the collar chimes slightly.

"Good doggie, are you hungry?"

There was a sparkle in his eyes as he nodded his head in rapid succession.

You reached out and stroked his fluffy hair, finding his current appearance quite adorable.

"If you're hungry, then get started."

You tried to focus on the task in front of you, but your well-trained puppy was quite good at using his mouth.

Every movement of his tongue was perfect, impeccable, from pace to angle.

The way he looked at you, his eyes, especially when he was in puppy space, were always full of adoration.

His mouth was kept busy but his eyes were never closed, always glued to you, hoping for praise and attention.

Your hand stroking his hair slowly slid down to his neck, feeling a little amused at how his heart was beating much faster than usual.

"My love, your heart’s going a little faster than usual, are you alright?"

He set back a little at your words, but didn't open his mouth to speak.

He was still a puppy, and puppies don't speak.

"You can talk now, my little puppy."

He swallowed all of your juices and licked his lips as if he was still reminiscing.

"Master…you're delicious……so good……"

The corners of your mouth rose, forming a smile.

"You can enjoy it for as long as you want."

You wanted him to be your puppy for the rest of his life.

[txemrn]

Dishonorably Disrobed

a TNA One-Shot

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Pairings: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler); m!Robin Flores x Sofia Russo; Mason Dalton Sr. x Vivian Dalton (lol)

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: This is a very loose canon origin story based out of Chapter 20 (the finale!); after the airline loses some important luggage, Best Man Robin does everything in his power to make sure the wedding day isn't ruined for the happy couple... although mix-ups do happen. May contain minor SPOILERS of the finale.

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞; language; crude humor about sex and anatomy; brief mention of otherwise illegal activity

AN: This is a submission for @choicesflashfics​, using prompt #3: “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N 2: Gosh, I already miss TNA... and I miss writing for TNA! I might need to make that a resolution for 2023. 😋 This idea was born from several conversations with a few of my sweet nanny-loving friends... and our natural reactions to Sam's honeymoon "outfit" (pic of said outfit at the end). As always, the characters and some of the storyline are borrowed from our friends at Pixelberry. This is not pre-read or beta'd, so please forgive my errors!

~🖤~

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position…" 

Ensuring that both of his twin sons were prepared for landing, Sam Dalton finds himself staring adoringly at his bride-to-be, who is already helping them buckle their seat belts.

"Is this going to be scary, Brynn?" Mason asks, his words drenched with concern. 

"You've been on planes before, Mase," the former nanny slinks her fingers into his hand as he grips tightly.

"Yeah, but never this plane," he scrunches his eyebrows. "What if they land differently, or–or crash?"

"Buddy," Sam chimes in, "we're not going to crash. Plus Brynn and I are right here with you–"

"And they won't let anything happen to us," Mickey smiles, taking his brother's other hand.

"You know?" Brynn winks at Sam before turning her attention to her future stepsons. "That's a great idea, Mick; let's all hold hands."

As the young Dalton family hold each other tightly, the airplane begins to subtly quiver as it begins the descent.

"Are we there yet?" Mason whimpers.

"Almost," Brynn squeezes his hand.

With a final thud and a sudden lurch forward, the plane is finally safe on the tarmac, making its way to the proper terminal.

"Did you close your eyes, Mason?" Mickey asks.

"J-just for a second," his brother pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't," Mickey beams, "that's because I'm brave–"

Brynn wraps an arm around Mason. "I had to close my eyes, too," she grins. Turning her attention to Sam, "and I do believe your father closed his eyes for a minute."

"What?" The twins shout in unison, Brynn covering her amusement.

"I did not," Sam ruffles the boys' curly hair. "I was just… napping." 

The boys bust out with joyous laughter as their father jokingly shifts his eyes, feigning embarrassment.

"But you know what, Mickey?" Brynn announces as everyone's snickers calm down. "You're right. You are brave, but," she pauses for a moment, draping an arm around Mason's shoulders, "so is this guy right here!"

"That's right!" Sam holds up his hand for a high-five from Mason. "You did it, buddy!" 

Mickey twists his face before finally nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He playfully puts his brother in a headlock before continuing. "Good job, little bro!" He titters.

Suddenly the aircraft pulls to a gentle stop while a loud chime plays over the loudspeaker followed by the captain's voice.

"¡Bienvenidos, Puerto Vallarta, México!"

Sam smiles in excitement as he looks to his fiancée, then to his kids. "Who's ready for some fun?"

"Me!" The boys squeal together.

"Dalton family of four," Sam pulls out his phone, huddling everyone together for a selfie. "On the count of three, say, 'Wedding'! One… two… three!"

"WEDDING!"

------

Sam, Brynn and the twins are shuttled to the hotel where they are met outside by Robin.

"Hey there, best man," Brynn giggles, planting a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek. "Have you and Sof already been sightseeing?"

Robin combs his fingers through his hair, offering a sympathetic grin. "Eh, not exactly."

Tipping the driver and waving him on, Sam turns his attention to his brother. "Something wrong?"

"Well," Robin collects a few pieces of luggage, corralling the family to head towards their rooms. "Yes and no–"

Sam and Brynn stop, giving each other nervous expressions.

"--but everything is fixable," he assures with a hopeful grin. "We just need to decide fast on what we are going to do."

"Oh, there you are!" Sofia walks up as she's ending a phone call, grazing her slender fingers against Robin's chest. "Good news. There are a few places down in the city that can expedite alterations for Saturday."

"Alterations?" Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Saturday? As in, for the wedding?" Brynn questions.

"Oh," Sofia clenches her teeth as she glances at Robin, "you haven't told them?"

"If you'd give me a chance, dear," he glares at the blonde before turning back to the engaged couple. "They lost Dad's bag."

"Oh no," Sam exclaims. "I guess he doesn't have his clothes then. Has he talked with the airlines?"

"He's practically been on the phone with them since we arrived last night," Sofia nods.

"But Sam," Robin sighs, "this wasn't a bag of Dad's clothes. It was the bag with all of the wedding day accessories for the guys."

"Accessories?"

Robin nods. "Remember? The vests, ties, suspenders, shoes–"

“What?” Brynn snaps. "Why did you pack them together?" Brynn tries to show restraint in her irritation.

"It sounded like a good idea at the time," Sam whispers, shrugging. "We figured... we would be less likely to lose something if everything just stayed together."

"Well, now you've lost everything!" Brynn bites back. 

Okay, Brynn, that's a little melodramatic, don't you think?  Take a breath.

She clears her throat, fixing a fake smile to her lips. "Please," she sighs, "just make this right."

------

Thursday and Friday came with no avail. Brynn was fairly upset about the situation, but Sam, Robin and Sofia made haste in finding replacements for everything while Jenny tried distracting her with various tourist outings.

Unfortunately, nothing matched the aesthetic; the originals were custom designed for this specific wedding. But, Brynn vowed a long time ago that she would never turn into a "bridezilla," and truthfully, she was grateful for everyone pitching in to make something work for her special day.

Luckily, Robin was able to work his magic charm, and around 2:30 on Saturday morning, he received a call that the luggage was found, and could be picked up from a claims center at a smaller airport just outside the city limits. 

Several hours later, he was walking through the front doors of the resort with his father's luggage in tow. He was hoping to drop it off at the older Dalton's room before returning to his own for a small nap before the wedding.

As he waits for an elevator, he hears a familiar, husky voice.

"Son?"

Robin glances over to see his parents getting off a lift, hand-in-hand. Stepping towards them, he offers a tired, crooked smile before kissing his mother's cheek. "Hey, Pops, hey, Moma."

"Robbie," Vivian starts, "what are you doing up so--?"

Mason Sr. gasps. "Is that my missing luggage?" Robin brings it forward, showcasing it like a trophy. "Samuel and his nanny will be so excited to see that."

"Here, sweetie," Vivian grabs the bag, "we'll take this up to our room and have it all steamed, okay?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Not at all. I've got it." Vivian cups Robin's face, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she lowers her voice. "Now go get some sleep."

Robin appreciatively nods his head as he catches an elevator going up to his floor. He slinks into his room, completely exhausted from his all-night endeavor.

He shrugs off his clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out his phone. He sends off a quick text to Sam.

Happy Wedding day... again. Left you a surprise in Mom & Dad's room for tonight. 

Sending off the message, two lean arms suddenly slither around his shoulders, pawing at the hardened physique of his chest.

"About time, Mr. Flores," she purrs into his ear. "Did you get the bag?"

"Mhmm," he hums.

She sighs with content. “I'm so proud of you,” she breathes against his skin.

The corner of Robin's mouth curls as he tenderly grabs her dainty hands, pressing them to his heart. "Sof," he exhales. He lays his head onto her arm, inhaling deeply her sweet scent before peppering her arm with delicate kisses.

"C’mon," she giggles, "come to bed, baby.”

------

Several hours later, Sam hurries down to Robin's room to thank him for the strings he pulled to fix the wedding disaster. But, he was met with Sofia instead.

"He's still asleep, but I will make sure he's awake within the hour."

Sam nods, "Thanks, Sofia." He begins to turn on his heel, but stops himself, facing back for his ex-fiancée. "And thank you. For everything you've done to make today special."

Sofia raises her perfectly plucked eye before fixing a cheshire grin to her face. "Don't go soft on me now… Boo Bear," she sardonically chuckles, crossing her arms as she walks back into her room. 

Sam snickers under his breath, shaking his head.

"Oh!" She stops the door from closing behind her. "Robin got you a special present for–" she clears her throat, "--tonight. It was something in that bag. I just thought I'd remind you to grab it. No telling what it is with his buffoonery."

"Oh, yeah," Sam nods, "he mentioned it in his text. I'll grab it." He begins to head down the corridor. "See you in a bit."

------

With his parents away, getting pampered with massages before the ceremony, Sam was given badge access to their room.

He slides open their closet door, and relief fills his heart. Hanging up and perfectly pressed are his and Robin's vests, their ties along with the boys' suits and accessories. He also found his shoes, perfectly polished.

Overjoyed, he shoots Jenny a text message to let Brynn know that everything is perfect.

He begins to collect all of the items when he remembers Robin's gift. 

Where is it? Would it be wrapped?

Sam glances cautiously around the room.  He checks the closet again, discovering only one thing left inside, hanging up towards the back. 

Did he get me something to wear? 

The satin garment is pearlesque white with a very nuptial vibe. Sam pulls it off the rack and instantly feels the intricate detailing of embroidery on the lapels.

It's a robe. 

But for me?

He takes off his shirt, and slips it on, instantly charmed with the soft-feel against his skin. 

This is nice–like, really nice.

He steps in front of a floor-length mirror, taking in the sight. It was shorter than a typical men's housecoat, hitting him on his upper thigh with three-quarter length, kimono-style sleeves with more filigree stitching. He cinches the robe together, giving himself a good look-over. Chuckling to himself, he starts dancing, swaying his hips back and forth before finger-gunning his reflection.

He notices the garment has pockets, one of which seems to have a matching pair of boxers hidden inside. He holds them up, curiously flipping them back and forth.

These look awfully small. Where does… everything even go?

Removing the robe all together, Sam is very much touched by the sentiments and appreciates his stylish brother wanting to make his wedding night more special.

He pulls out his phone and texts Robin.

Tonight is going to be even more special. Thanks.

------

The wedding went off without a hitch. It was beautiful, elegant and romantic, like something out of a fairy tale. The bride was exquisite, and the groom was completely enamored, unable to take his eyes off of his beloved.

Early the next morning, Robin and Sofia walk hand-in-hand down the main hallway when suddenly, Sam's door opens.

"Oh!" Sam exclaims, adjusting his embroidered satin robe upon seeing them. "Hey, you two." He places his arm on the doorframe, leaning against it casually with a smirk.

Sofia presses her lips together, stifling her laughter as Robin's face contorts with pain.

Suddenly feeling insecure, Sam lowers his arm, pulling the lapels closer together to cover his chest. He clears his throat, "Everything… okay?"

"Sam," Robin leans in, lowering his voice. "The fuck are you wearing, bro?"

“Wh–what do you mean?” Sam's large chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his brother and his ex-fiancée. "The robe?… am I not wearing it right?"

"Uh, you could say that. You shouldn't be wearing it at all." Robin covers his mouth as he stares at Sam's appearance. "And she still fucked you? Wearing this?"

"Stop it, Robin," Sofia slaps his shoulder, turning her attention back to Sam. "Men wearing women's lingerie is a very common kink," she winks. 

"Oh, but this?" Sam looks down at the robe. "This isn't women's lingerie–"

"Oh, Sam," she condescendingly snickers, "yes, it very much is. I actually have it in red. And those?" She briefly glances down at his tight underwear. "Definitely women's boyshorts." She leans in closely, lowering her voice. "By the way, your meat and two veg are hanging out."

Horrified, Sam instantly pulls the material right around his hips, covering the front of his pelvis. "Robin!" He huffs. "Why did you even get this for me?"

"Me?" Robin blows a raspberry with his lips. "I actually have taste outside of my mouth, Sammy. I would never buy that for myself... or any other man, for that matter."

"You said you got me a surprise for my wedding night!"

Robin nods. "Right?"

"I even texted you about it, thanking you–"

Robin scoffs. "You were thanking me, your brother, for women's lingerie for you to wear… on your wedding night?"

"Well…"

"What part about that seems normal, Sam?" Robin interrupts. 

"Jesus, I have not had enough coffee for this," Sofia mumbles.

"So then… what was my gift?"

"Dude," Robin crosses his arms, "we're in fucking Mexico. I got you some fun shit: 150-proof tequila, some psychedelics, and–" he slaps his brother on the back, "El Rápido pills."

"El Rápido pills?"

"Yeah, you know," Robin rolls his eyes. "They give you the most powerful erection ever known to man--I swear your dick grows, like, two inches. You could probably give a black eye with that thing alone." He winks, clicking his tongue. "But the orgasms... Shit, you could literally shoot a rocket to the moon–"

"It is pretty amazing," Sofia chimes in nonchalantly, picking at her nails.

"Well," Sam looks at the floor in confusion, "if I'm wearing a woman's robe and panties, I wonder if anyone opened your actual gift–"

"Boys!" 

All of their heads abruptly turn to see Vivian Dalton slowly making her way down the long hallway. She waddles carefully, stutter-stepping and occasionally having to stop with a brief wince of discomfort flashing across her face.

"Mom?" Sam calls out.

"Are you okay?" Robin steps forward, taking her by the arm to steady her gait.

"I'm fine," she wiggles in uncertainty. "Your father however…um, well," she sighs, her voice falling quiet, "we need to go to the ER."

"What?" Sam exclaims.

"Why?" Sofia's eyes grow wide.

"I think your father… took something."

"Took something… like what?" Robin inquires.

Vivian takes a deep breath, looking her children in their eyes. "Now, you boys are grown adults… and you should know that your father and I still love each other very, very much. And we like to express that love physically –"

"Stop," Sofia cringes. "Why is all of this happening before coffee?"

Robin and Sam look at each other puzzled.

And then it hits them.

"Shit…"

"El Rápido pills…"

"Your father, well, he's had… quite the appetite." She shifts her weight, her face flinching from an unseen ache. 

"And now, his, um, appetite doesn't seem to want to… go away," she nervously chuckles. 

"Goddamnit, Robin…" Sam mutters, glaring at his brother. "I swear–"

"Um, Samuel dear?" Vivian interrupts the banter.  "Why are you wearing my robe? And are those… my unmentionables?"

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natural love potion; h.p.

Pairing: harry potter x fem!Gryffindor!reader Timeline: HBP / 6th year Warning(s): cussing, mentions of dying and blood, submission, reader pining Word Count: 5k

A/N: Hey there! This is my first ever post. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Harry and Y/N are friends. Just friends. Much like Harry and Hermione, there is nothing out of it that is going on between them. Not until that day in potions.

—

“Are you done with my potion?“

“You mean, will Professor Slughorn call you by your name? Then yes, Wallenby.“

It was the first week of another year at Hogwarts. New faces, new prefects and even new professors are introduced, as usual. Professor Slughorn is the newest addition to the faculty and to have a good first impression with the students, he's given the 6th years Amortentia, the love potion, as their first Potions homework.

They were supposed to put it in their selected food or drink and it had to be unnoticeable. Why would the Potions Teacher assign this kind of homework to the students? No one knows. But this certainly gave him a good first impression to a large number of students.

“Blimey Harry, we've been rotten at Potions ever since. Now look at you, it's as if you've taken private lessons with Snape the whole summer. You’re the bloody Potions Master in our year now!“

The two Gryffindors are making their way out of their dorm room towards the Common Room with Harry holding a small basket of cookies to bring it in the dungeons where the potions classroom is at. Y/N is patiently waiting for them near the Portrait as several students greet her along the way.

"G'morning."

“Where’s ‘Mione?“ Ron exclaimed without even acknowledging the girl’s presence.

“Uhm, shouldn't you know that, Mr Prefect?"

The male prefect then realized the time and his supposed agenda to escort first years to the Great Hall. Harry scolded him of how much he and others would kill to be in his position and yet he’s never given it any importance.

“Godric, have mercy on me. Hermione’s gonna kill me!” the redhead exclaimed after getting a playful slap behind his head from the Chosen One before rushing away from the two.

“Much worse than that, she’s gonna make him expelled,“ she jokes with a mouthful of cookie from the small basket Harry was holding. "Mhm, you have no idea how badly I've been craving cookies since last week! This is good, Har. Where’d ya buy it?“ 

Harry, before realizing what happens, freezes. He was too busy lecturing his best friend that he didn't notice a hand sneaking into his potion, the cookie. His hand slowly snakes its way to the contents of the basket that has supposedly four cookies but now has only three. “Y/N!“

"What?" she chuckles dreamily.

"We need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

“What for? You put poison in it, didn't you?“ Y/N continues to chuckle dreamily.

Harry stares at his friend as if she was some peculiar experiment. “How are you feeling, Y/N?“

“I feel like . . .“ she sighs dramatically as she gazes far away, mesmerized. The effects are plainly obvious. “I feel like falling.“

“Falling?“ Harry's stomach twisted. This is what makes Potions classes bothersome, the uncertainty of knowing whether the potion you brew is right or wrong. You can only know it if you’re a professional or by testing the potion done, which in Harry’s case, Y/N would do for him.

"I'm falling in love, Harry. I'm falling in love with you."

And boy was he really the Potions Master.

The raven-haired boy's cheeks got warm the second those words escaped his friend's lips. The two are only friends and have never acted more than that. Seeing this new side of Y/N for Harry is too foreign for him.

Sure, Harry has seen her date two boys from different houses, but being the recipient of her romantic antics has never crossed his path. His last romantical relationship, if you can call it that, was last year with the senior Ravenclaw Cho Chang. Even that didn't go well. He went on a single date with her just to make her believe he's in love with both Hermione and Y/N. Ever since then, he never thought about committing to any romantic relationship.

"Harry . . ." Y/N's hand reached out for his arm, grazing down slowly towards his hand with too much delicacy. Their hands are now intertwined. The both of them have never reached this close proximity, having learned now that one of his best friend's palms are soft but slightly calloused in the fingertips from playing muggle instruments and Harry fears that when Ron finds out about this act, he will tease them nonstop which isn't fair for Y/N. ". . . I know this may sound all too sudden, but, I have loved you ever since."

He didn't respond. He tries to block all of this sudden affection out of his mind knowing these are all artificial.

"Don't you love me back?"

"Of course I do. You're my best frie-"

If his cheeks were warm, now, his ears as well are on fire. Y/N has thrown herself to the flustered boy, locking his neck and face in her arms, squealing in happiness like a kid. Holding hands is a new thing for The Boy Who Lived but hugging him as if to let the world know he's someone's is another thing.

Very few people have ever hugged him in all the history of his 16 years of existence, knowing the story of his parents and the lack thereof. His godfather, Mrs Weasley and Hermione are the only ones — as far as he knows — written in a tiny piece of parchment of the list of people who have hugged him. Yet none of them could compare to this hug as those mentioned acted parental towards him.

Students are now starting to pass them out of the Common Room towards the Great Hall. One of those shouted, "get a room!" They're still standing just beside the Portrait Hole where Ron has left them both to deal with his own romance.

"Uhm, Y/N, why don't we go get ourselves some breakfast first, yes?"

"Yes! Let's tell 'Mione and Ron that we're finally together!"

—

Breakfast was agonizingly slow, to Harry's opinion. Y/N can't stop giggling beside him and feeding him like an infant earning them attention from the others.

"Oi, Potter! Didn't know that you two are . . ."" Seamus makes a kissing face earning a few cackles and sniggers from their other friends at the table.

The boy just ignored them with an eye roll, amusing the two friends in front of him.

"Leave them be, Harry. Besides, when was the time Y/N acted on you this way, huh?" They all diverted their gaze to the dazed girl. Eyebrows knitted in concentration as she feeds him but at the same time doing her best to get as close to Harry as the universe could possibly give her the opportunity to. They've never seen her this in love and affectionate. And the two thought that Harry just deserves it even just for a while. "Never, right? You better make it worthwhile."

"Thanks, Ron. Really helpful." He answered with his famous eye-roll.

"Always here for you, mate "

"I just don't get why we couldn't tell Professor Slughorn immediately. I mean, I'm sure he has something for Y/N. Or Madam Pomfrey-"

"Yeah? In which I'm sure is also your easiest ticket to detention."

The boy grunts some incoherent words of profanities under his breath. Not only was he getting embarrassed by the fact that one of his close friends is acting like his girlfriend but dragging Y/N along with his catastrophic life is just too unfair on her side. She didn't ask for this. Plus, detention in the second week of a new school year doesn't sound good.

The Brightest Witch reminded them not to take Potions lightly. It may sound like not the most helpful subject in a wizarding war, but can get you expelled once meddled with students. In short, what happened to Y/N is very illegal. You should not use or test your Potions project with another student. Plus, Filch will go nuts if he gets the news that a student gave another student a love potion.

“Well, at least, now we know that your Potion worked well.”

"Come on, we're going to be late for DADA."

On their way towards Snape's classroom — a fact Harry still can't accept — Y/N's fingers are interlaced with Harry's as they walk. She's given him her bag as that's what boyfriend and girlfriends do. In the classroom, Y/N didn't sit in her usual spot but literally kicked Ron out of his chair to sit beside Harry, the boy just mouths a sorry.

Her usual focus from the class was now inclined to Harry himself alone the whole class. Out of all their major subjects, Harry is known to have the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on top of it all. Y/N knows it, having been a member of Dumbledore's Army. Everybody knows it. But with Snape being the teacher and Y/N constantly caressing his left cheek every time Snape's back faces them, the said subject is somehow kicked out of its place on top.

"Y/N, do you mind?" He tried but obviously failed to ask her to stop in the nicest way he can utter. "I mean, it'll be really hard for us to pass DADA, and eventually NEWTs, if we're both distracted." His voice is hoarse and soft, one way or another. Afraid to hurt the girl beside him and cause a scene. Letting his former Potions Professor know his mischief doing is the least of his priorities for the day. Merlin, at least, let this day finish without anyone knowing.

"Harry, my love, it's not my fault your eyes are distracting. They're the most beautiful green not even the most beautiful forest in the world could compare to."

Once again, his cheeks and ears are on fire for the 37th time this morning. Most of the reasons are from the nonstop compliments he's receiving from the girl. It didn't take much energy from him to not believe all of it. He grew up with the Dursleys, they didn't fail to engrave in his mind his place and worth.

"Care to share in class what you're chattering about, Mr Potter?" The elder snarled in the middle of his discussion, letters extending out of his tongue as per usual. He finally notices, as always, Harry making another noise across the room.

"Nothing, Professor."

The said Professor narrowed his eyes to the duo. He knows, of course, he knows, he was a bloody Potions Professor ever since he accepted the job offered to him at Hogwarts.

"I'm saying this once and only once," he positioned himself in front of the two, now leaning to the Gryffindor boy to let just the two hear what he'll say. "Fix this, or you will face more vile punishment than getting expelled."

The class was dismissed with 50 points taken from Gryffindor. Harry is used to it, even his other fellow Gryffindors weren't surprised anymore. As a matter of fact, as long as he is breathing, infinite points will be deducted from their house.

As they were heading out of the classroom, Hermione gently peels the zonked out Y/N away from her grasp on the poor boy. "Harry, you can't let the other teachers know about this."

"Well, what do you suggest then?"

The next words that came out of her lips are like caffeine to the sleepy heads of Harry and Ron. They could not believe she could say such things. Even Y/N would have been gobsmacked if she just wasn't in a daze.

"Don't go to classes?" Her tone was laced with uncertainty. But she couldn't think of any other option, she'd rather let them take a day off classes than have Harry nor Y/N expelled.

"Can I come with them?"

— 

Harry Potter's Monday was bizarrely different from his usual ones. He has spent the whole day with Y/N trailing behind him like a baby duck. His hand used to be sweaty the whole time with her's but now, it felt more comforting than awkward interlocked with his.

The castle was quiet, with all the students in class, it gave him privacy and away from the prying eyes of malicious gossipers. They couldn’t get inside the Common Room as some 7th years are hanging there knowing they have fewer classes and more time for reviewing for their NEWTs, library; some teachers roam around there, Hagrid’s Hut; knowing Hagrid, as much as they love the guy, couldn’t keep his mouth shut from secrets.

As much as he dreads going to class all the time, it was strange to see the castle this quiet without Ron’s company.

He was throwing pebbles by the lake to pass time as Y/N sat on the ground behind him, making them their Charms essay homework.

The boy studies her features. Y/N wasn’t so bad. Her hair’s tidier than Hermione’s. She was actually beautiful. He would’ve taken her to the Yule Ball when Ravenclaw Cho Chang declined his invitation and if it wasn’t for that Slytherin bloke asking her out instantly - her first ex-boyfriend who Y/N dated a few months back. Her hair tucked in her ear as she focuses on what to write next in her essay. Harry feels bad for making her write his homework but the girl insisted. Guess you’d do anything for the people you love.

He looks back on the lake. Thinking of the people who have loved him did everything they could to protect him, even dying. First, his parents, then Sirius even Jesus, what did he do to deserve this fate. What good will it be if the people he loves are gone?

Two arms wrapped around his chest from behind startled him.

“You’re tense.” Y/N’s hand unwrapped his bloodied hand. He didn’t even notice he was gripping the stone tightly, his scarlet blood staining the object.

“It’s nothing.“ He cranes his neck to stare at the girl on his right shoulder. Her eyes are full of concern and love. Love that he created out of a goddamn potion for a goddamn homework. A love that could never be compared to the love of his parents and Sirius. A goddamn false love. His brows knitted before jumping out of Y/N’s embrace with panic.

“I think we can go inside now.“

The rest of the day consists of Harry, trying to ignore all of Y/N’s pining over him. He tries to remember that all of these are not her fault, there’s nothing to get mad at her about. Running away from her is also impossible as she committed herself to cling to Harry’s arm as if her life depends on it.

Finally, classes are over and dinner is approaching. The two are reunited with Hermione and Ron in a secluded area of a random hallway, as Harry was hoping to get less attention from other students as they got earlier at breakfast.

“How are the love birds?“ Ron teases, seeing their hands locked still.

“Oh, it was majestic, Ron! Harry took me to the Black Lake even though today was a school day. I feel a little rebellious, to be honest.“

“Good hiding spot.“ Hermione commented.

“I’m not going to the Great Hall for dinner. So you two can bring Y/N instead.“

“No! I’m coming with you!“

“Y/N aren’t you tired of my company yet?“

“I could never! I love you.“

Ron snickered pretty loudly in front of them, even Hermione couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Aren't you two just adorable?” the redhead continues to tease.

“Don’t worry Harry, Ron and I will bring you supper instead.“

The day has finally ended and the effects of the Amortentia, as what the favourite book of Harry says, wears off after 24 hours. It was past Y/N’s get up time but fortunately for them, she took her time sleeping exactly until the effects wore off. 

She moans with pain as she tries to sit up from her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"'Mione?"

"It's me."

"I feel like a full construction site is inside my head . . . and I feel awful. Like, waking up on the wrong side of the wrong bed."

"Do you feel anything . . . unusual? Like, something or particularly someone you want to obsess about?"

The girl looks at her strangely and then at the time. "Bloody heck Hermione, aren't we late for breakfast?"

Clearly, Y/N remembers none from the incident.

Meanwhile, at the Great Hall, Harry is tapping his leg out of anxiousness. If his Amortentia was too strong and didn’t ease away, he might as well pack his belongings and leave Hogwarts voluntarily. His precious book from the Half-Blood Prince has mentioned the cure for a love potion but the ingredients are only held by the Potions Teacher. The horrors there will be once he mentions this to a teacher is unimaginable, he’d rather spend the day with a dazed Y/N than get lectures from a teacher.

“Don’t worry about your girlfriend, mate,“ Ron’s words are muffled from a chicken leg in between his teeth from across him. “They’re here.“

Across the Hall, the two girls are striding towards their place.

“Why are you at my seat?”

“Uhhh . . .” stammering, Ron glances at Harry for help. They were normally sitting beside each other but after the incident yesterday, they thought Y/N would love to sit next to the Golden Boy. “I-I don’t know either,“ just sliding to his side to make room for the two.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?“ Harry asks the dishevelled looking girl in front of him. Both Hermione and Ron - who are sitting side by side - are listening to the exchange intently.

“Honestly, I feel bad. Like, subconsciously, I know this day would be so bad,” Y/N sighs depressingly. “Why, are you alright?“

“Yeah,” deep inside the boy, a strong wave of relief passed him. His body was cold from the nerves, but knowing his Amortentia had finally worn off, those nerves were showered off of him with a warm relieving feeling. “Actually, I’ve never been better.”

“Well, at least one of us has woken up on the right side of the bed.“ she chuckles half-heartedly. Harry felt guilty hastily after hearing those words. It’s all your fault dipshit.

As Y/N is back to sitting beside Hermione, she is also back to her normal self. Talking to her alone about their Charms homework that she never remembers making and some other random stuff that the boys could not give a care about. She was back to not paying any attention to the Golden Boy at the front who she absentmindedly know is staring at her.

Morning supper was finished and the quartet is now in Snape’s classroom. Y/N was back to sitting beside the cute Hufflepuff guy she's been crushing on and Harry is back stuck with his blabbering best friend.

As Snape discusses some more non-verbal spells and the techniques, he takes time to stop rounding the class in front of Y/N who was again, back to her normal self, her focus never leaving the Teacher. He stares at her, looking past her eyes and seeing that his student’s consciousness is back before trudging towards Harry and Ron.

“10 points from Gryffindor,” he grunted under his breath, which actually is the first compliment Harry has ever received from the elder man.

Classes ended and dinner came, Harry finds himself staring at the girl in front of him. She was talking to Seamus, one of their good friends, chatting and laughing with him as if he'd said the funniest joke ever told. The food on his plate has long been forgotten.

"Quit staring, you creep."

Harry looks back at his best friend beside him with a mixture of confusion. "Don't tell me you think I wouldn't notice."

What the boy was talking about, he has no idea.

"When will you tell Y/N?" Again, he replied with a look. "About the incident, of course."

Harry wasn't planning on ending his friendship with Y/N because of his carelessness. He could've just sealed the cookies in a jar or box so no one could see it, but no. He had to display it for the world to see. Hermione disagrees with his plan, of course.

The three of them found the perfect time to be alone in the common room, students are still chatting and scampering about their day anywhere but their dorms. So they decided then, to tell Y/N what happened.

"So that's why I felt bad. Isn't that the after-effects of Amortentia?"

Three heads nodded in front of her, studying her features.

"Well, I'm glad it was you, Harry. Could you imagine if it was Ron?" Y/N visibly grimacing at the thought. "But to be honest, it was all my fault. I should've asked you first before eating it. Thank you for being honest with me, Harry."

It wasn’t really what the boy was expecting as a response. He was anticipating more anger or embarrassment from the girl.

Their usual cycle is back. Y/N was completely Y/N Y/L/N again it's as if nothing happened. The four of them never mentioned the incident again and Harry catches himself being disturbed with that. It made him feel some things like shouldn’t Y/N be shy around me? Or shouldn’t Ron tease us still about what happened? Or shouldn’t Hermione lecture us and watch over us more to not repeat the incident again? These thoughts run through his head as every day passes.

He also catches himself getting extra angrier at the Hufflepuff boy, Y/N’s crushing about, every time they have a Quidditch tournament. Especially that time when she barges in the Common Room pretty loudly yelling at everyone that she got a date with the cute Hufflepuff.

“Y/N can you help me find a good present for Mrs Weasley’s birthday on our next Hogsmeade trip?” He tried, one Friday morning, to get in between them.

“Of course, Harry! But, can we do it after my date?“

“Right . . . you have a date.” Sounding a tad bit more disappointed than he really is.

“But,” Y/N responded with the syllable dragging along “I could tell him to go on the next visit instead and spend the day with my best friend?”

“Oh no, I don’t want you to cancel your date because of me.”

“Harry, I could even cancel my Charms class, Godric knows how much I love that class but, that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is that I’m here for you. Also, we’ve barely hung out anymore ever since you’ve been the, what does Ron call it, ah, the Potions master!”

“Not you too!” he playfully grunted all too loudly earning a laugh from the girl.

"Seriously, I would love to come with you.”

He never thought he'd say this but he misses Y/N. His Y/N, who cannot keep her hands to herself but Harry’s.

And before he could stop himself from getting deeper into his thoughts, he was left astounded. To his knowledge, all feelings he has for his best friend are only platonic but here he is, couldn't stop himself from the thoughts of Y/N. The way she used to have her focus engraved to the boy alone and him alone. It gives him so much angst every time Y/N hasn't given him enough attention for the day.

If this stupid Amortentia incident leads him into any feelings he'd be in deep shit.

Because Harry should not be bothered to get distracted. Quidditch season is starting, he's got new people relying upon his captainship. Besides Y/N has her eyes on someone else and he cannot risk losing their friendship knowing his feelings aren't being reciprocated.

Well there it is, he's already in deep shit.

So when their first game arrived playing against Slytherin, he is rather surprised to see Ron winning them a high rank.

He knows he deserved the glory that's why as the captain of the team, he let them have the post quidditch game party in their common room. The parties were usually lead by the twins, but knowing they're already gone, he didn't know that his fellow housemates apprehended their festivities.

"Weasley! Weasley!"

They watch as Ron finally gets recognition for his own efforts alone. Y/N was nowhere to be found, probably with her new boyfriend, and Hermione was shattered when Lavender Brown smothered Ron with kisses.

The two are in a random staircase trying to comfort one another. He doesn't know who needs more comforting, Hermione or him. Knowing he already lost someone who's never his also shattered his heart.

"How does it feel, Harry? When you see Y/N with another guy?"

To say that he's dumbfounded was an understatement. He couldn't be that careless with his so-called feelings now, is he?

"I know. I see the way you look at her. You two are my best friend."

He dreaded this conversation happening. The Golden Boy has never intended on developing feelings toward his friend. Unlike Hermione and Ron, the two have been having this romantical tension ever since their first year. His feelings toward Y/N is purely conjured by an incident they never dared to speak about. The boy believes that these stupid feelings of him will only break their friendship and Harry's not risking that.

"Why don't you try something?" Hermione is always the one they go to whenever they need help and whenever they're clueless about the next step. But this, this advice of hers is definitely one Harry's scared to listen to. "Hufflepuff boy is still not making any moves yet. You know, you're valid to think about yourself too. You've always thought about the others, you always prioritize us before yourself. You deserve to live too, Harry."

So Harry did listen.

In the Great Hall, he confided himself to sit beside Y/N all the time. Hermione doesn't mind the changes in their seating arrangement as she gets to sit with Ron anyway, so candidly speaking, it is a win-win situation for everybody.

He starts small, playfully feeding her (the way she used to), talking and listening to her talk about life in general. When they were walking towards their class, he would always offer to carry her bag, in which he never really waits for her response. Intermittently inviting her to do homework by the lake alone together. And every time they have Hogsmeade visits, he would buy her sweets at Honeydukes.

And Y/N notices. It didn't really take her long before she sees. She has convinced Hermione one night to tell her of her doings that day she was under Amortentia. Harry's new behaviour towards her has perfectly mirrored the story Hermione has told her.

Little did Harry know, the feelings eventually have been mutuals.

So when the Golden Boy was informed of this Christmas Party Professor Slughorn has assembled, he didn't hesitate to ask Y/N in an instant, too afraid that Yule Ball night might happen again. He was, for once, too grateful to be part of the Slug Club as Hufflepuff Boy was not part of it. Now that just minimizes his crush problem.

He has seen her in a ball gown back in their fourth year for their Yule Ball. But he never got the chance to be the one standing beside her throughout the night but now, tonight, he feels like the luckiest man.

Standing on the top of the stairway from the girls' dorm room was his best friend he never had feelings before until this year. She wasn't wearing the grandest of gown there is but this simple dress enhanced her features. She was walking down the stairs with a smile that gave a huge impact on how she looks. She was literally glowing.

"Hi."

"Y/N," he breathed, completely in awe of what feelings do to people.

He always sees Y/N every day, talks to her and laughs with her. She sees her perfectly like what normal best friends do. But after developing feelings for her, his mind is persuaded that she was the most beautiful person that walked on the planet.

Harry is infatuated. He felt as if he was under some spell. Is this how Y/N sees him, all those times she was under the love potion?

But Harry was sure, a hundred per cent, that this is not artificial feelings. He really likes her.

So after a very successful Christmas date, with Hermione being their third wheel, the two were back from being hip to hip. Harry was glad his Y/N is back. He's been wearing the pride of not having to use a love potion to get her back beside him. Because this time, Harry did not create an artificial love to make the girl he likes, like him back. This time, he did it right. He just needed to wait for the right time and place to ask her.

Christmas has passed and Harry's time is also running fast. Of course, his special assignment with Dumbledore has never left his mind. He would do the subtle talks with Professor Slughorn here and there. He felt as if he's running out of ideas to get what he needed and to make things worse, the Potions Master is already growing annoyed with him.

"Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?"

"Luck . . . That's it. All I need's a bit of luck."

That evening, Harry was away the whole time. He missed dinner but Y/N waited on him in the common room. She knows that the Felix Felicis potion has no limits. Whatever the user's deepest desires, it will help give it to them. Y/N knows that at this very moment, Harry succeeded. She makes sure that there will be someone waiting on him to celebrate it with him.

Harry came back from the Headmaster's office bearing a report about Slughorn's memory with Tom Riddle. There, in the Gryffindor Common Room, he sees her sleeping in one of the tables far back. It was not hard to see her, with the time obviously past bedtime, she was all alone.

With the liquid luck still pumping in his veins, he rushed to her. Kneeling in front of her, the Golden Boy then gently wakes the girl up.

"Harry?"

"Y/N . . . I think I'm falling"

"Falling? What falling? Are you experiencing vertigo right now? Anxiety?"

"Worse than those."

And Y/N, moving on from her sleeping state, was now fully aware of where the conversation was going. She holds his inviting hand. "What is it, Harry?"

"Love . . . I'm falling in love."

Y/N smiles at how adorable the boy is looking right now. His hair is ever so dishevelled and his lips as red as cherry. He was the most oblivious boy she knows. Has only dated one yet here he is, kneeling in front of her. Confessing.

She knows that Felix is helping him with some luck because knowing the sober Harry, he would never be bold enough to say such things. Little did Harry know, he need not some luck as she was all too blessed to have him in her life. Because to Y/N's honest opinion, in this room, she was the luckiest.

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/N."

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