#mirage x y/n

[fanged-fanfics]

What would it be like if Mirage fell in love with a female bot who is a former Decepticon?

☆ Mists Of The Past — Mirage x Ex-Decepticon!Fem Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Since a generation wasn't specified I picked one at random, I hope that's okay!

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mirage didn't know what to think of you at first. He, along with the other Autobots, had been instilled with a mentality to never trust a Decepticon since the beginning of this great war. He didn't often approach you, and was suspicious of your every move

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very gradually, he began noticing things about you that other mechs didn't seem to pick up on. How you were trying to help wherever you could, how you seemed upset when dismissed by the others, how you were frequently doing energon intakes alone. He felt a twinge of guilt in his spark. He knew what it felt like to be looked over and Decepticon or not, it was never pleasant

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He came up to you one day when you were trying to find some energon, offering a cube of his own so you could refuel. To your surprise, he sat beside you, nervously asking about your old job

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It became routine for you two. Refuel together, and share anecdotes of what it was like to work for each Faction. Mirage occasionally cracked a joke here or there to break the tension. He came to find that he loved the sound of your laughter

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd make jokes about which Decepticons he thinks he could take on, and you'd give him insider knowledge on if it was actually possible. As you got closer, Mirage began having these little conversations with you all the time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were surprised when he defended you against one of the backhanded and defensive comments from an Autobot. He'd immediately slid in front of you, telling the mech to back down and not cause any trouble. He then gave you a grin and took your arm to lead you away from them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mirage began keeping a little tally of each time you helped him out, set on returning the favor whenever he could. Remember that one time you stopped a rock from landing on his helm? No? Well he does, and he'll be sure to make it up to you. His processor is already made up, you're getting a gift soon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whenever you needed someone to talk to, Mirage was always willing to lend an audial. He felt guilty knowing how he used to think about you, so he'd be extra sure to comfort you whenever you were concerned about your past

[danddymaro]

Cuddle | Mirage x Reader

sweet fluff where you lay next to Mirage

isn’t he sweet?

Word count: 235

Cuddle

As you lay on your bed, your belly was pressed against the mattress with your  forearms fitting snug in between a fluff of assorted pillows.

Elliot sleeps next to you without a care in the world, entirely vulnerable as he continues to snuggle into the comfort of the mattress even more.

He’s a heavy sleeper, one that tends to sleep through the morning time, while you wake up early. It’s not always by choice, but it tends to happen often enough for him to gloat about how you two are a perfect fit. 

Sometimes you can fall back to sleep, but on that morning you didn’t feel like making an attempt to try doing so. 

-Not when you catch sight of him. 

The way he scrunches his face makes you smile, but not any more than when he says your name in a little, whiney voice that has you softly giggling.

You shake your head too, amused, and tickled pink.

His voice is soft, nearly hoarse as he calls for you, not knowing you are right there with him, and the idea that he's in a world where anything is possible, yet he includes you, has your heart soaring.

your face gently warms as you brush your fingers over the messy curls that have become tangled during his sleep. The curls have become frizzed with his nighttime turning, and they've shrunk moreso, becoming tighter springs you adore.

It’s a shame he doesn’t wear his natural hair out more often.

 Soon, you can't help but have your fingers skim over one of his eyebrows before resting your hand over his cheek, lightly caressing it before your hand falls to his chin.

The second your thumb brushes over his lower lip his mouth puckers, and you can't help the way you feel, what you itch to do. 

You come down to offer him a slow, little kiss to his forehead before you leave a quick one on his lips, in the end unable to resist his charm. 

You then slowly melt onto the mattress with a little sigh that morphs into a yawn.  

You hadn’t been too sleepy before, but the longer you look at him, and you watch him sleep with such ease next to you, you think that it’s a better deal to cuddle up next to him again.

[rabotimagines]

"Petnames" pt3 GN BOT Reader + Cliffjumper, Mirage, Bluestreak, Hound, The Dinobots

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: N/A

G1 characters: Cliffjumper, Mirage, Blustreak, Hound, The Dinobots

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader was written as around Ironhides age, so older in mind

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Cliffjumper actually doesn't prepare for it despite being told about your habit. Because why in Primus's name, would you ever call him something like a human pet name? That's dumb and stupid. But apparently, you wanted to be stupid, and you did just that out of the fragging blue. "Sorry, Doll, I'll need you to get the okay from Ironhide if you're going on this one." You waved a servo.

Cliffjumper stopped in his place utterly speechless, and he vaguely heard what he thought was Mirage failing to stifle a laugh in the background. "Doll?" The word grits out of his denta, a scowl easily curing onto Cliffjumpers faceplate.

You were completely undeterred and just nodded. Optics still focused right on Cliffjumper. "Yup. You're still on light duty till Ironhide okays you coming back on the field after your last stunt. So yes, Doll, I'm gonna need his okay if you're coming along this one." Cliffjumper wants to verbally rip into you, but he knows he shouldn't - you're his superior - but holy slag is the urge to do it anyway strong. But he's also so surprised he's frankly too shocked to say anything when you turn and wander over to ask Hound something.

Cliffjumper hates the pet names. But despite his complaints, Optimus just tells him he shouldn't let it bother him so much! And why the slag shouldn't it!? You enjoyed it too much! Derma curling and em field flexing in amusement- it was demeaning! Cliffjumper also ignored the affection flexing in your em field because he had to! What the pit was he supposed to do with that?! The warmth would trail along Cliffjumpers plating, and it made him want to jump out of the way like it wasa an oncoming attack. The only time he stops instinctively bristling over it is when he realizes he can feel some of the others obvious jealously directed at him. You were praising him for a battle decision, and Cliffjumper feels the obvious disdain practically emanating from Sideswipe on his left when you call Cliffjumper "Darling." Bumblebee even has his own (while tone downed) jealously radiating from Cliffjumpers right. After that, Cliffjumper lets himself enjoy it in a petty sort of way. It's not like he's doing nothing wrong after all. You did that all yourself!

Cliffjumper ends up elbowing Bumblebee in the side when Bumblebee offers to take his place next time you need to talk to him. Bumblebee, the fragging glitch could suck up to you on his own time- not when he was with Cliffjumper!

-

Mirage also knows about your... new activity because he's watched you and Jazz go back and forth with one another in the... distasteful way you do. But Mirage is also intelligent enough to realize that was frankly the point to your twos back and forth. Neither of you stopping till one was either laughing or groaning in embarrassment. Regardless of how uncouth the interactions between you two were, you were both his superiors (somehow...). So he bites his glossia and only thinks about how bad it is instead.

You're scolding Mirage, a servo waving in his faceplate - which was unnecessary when he's already aware he'd made a mistake. "Don't leave the report section empty just because you're lazy sparkthrob. Could lead to Ironhide or Primus forbid Prowl rightfully on your aft." Spark- sparkthrob? Mirages optics reset, and they burn a touch brighter than they should. But you just narrow your optics, a servo on your hip, expression completely unperturbed. "You're not stupid. Don't do it again, Darling." The tone of your voice and the slight over familiar touch of your em field makes Mirages optics brighten for a slightly different reason. His plating fluffing in indignation at the sheer audacity you had- But he's technically in the wrong, so he keeps his mouth shut because he's well aware he'd say something he shouldn't.

Mirage knows you're simply like that. And it's not something you seem like you're particularly going to cease doing anytime soon. Especially when you do the same to Optimus, and Mirage can only silently gawk as their leaders' finials pull back bashfully. It's such an unfitting state for a prime to be in. Your behavior was uncouth and undignified - Mirage should hate it. But he doesn't for some inexplicable reason. Your words, which should be reserved for conjux, were freely given out without second thought. Em field and affections that shouldn't be shared so lightly were across the base by every noon. And Mirage enjoyed it. Primus- a part of him actually looks forward to it. Mirage realizes he won't stop enjoying it, so he elects to keep his dignity in tact and keep his expression even or unpleasant when you continue with your unsightly little habit. No one needed to know about Mirages own faults as a mech. Thank you very much.

-

Bluestreak is worrying about the group ahead of you guys on the battlefield. It's you and him only here, backs against a wall while Decepticons are firing to kill you both. And he starts muttering about what you're going to do and if the others are safe. And you just clasp a servo tight on Bluestreaks pauldron, cutting him off. "Babe, calm down and vent. We'll get out of here safe and with the others, alright?" Blustreaks plating flattened down before immediately re fluffing back up when he actually comprehends what you'd called him. Your em field, which was still trying to soothe his panic, was actually really really nice and he could stand there getting fired at by cons all day- expect not really because they were trying to kill you both- but the look in your optics is nice and your derma look nice when you smile at him like that and- oh you're still waiting for a response from him!

Bluestreak assumes it's a one-time thing you said in the moment. Then you call him "Hun" and the "Sugar," and he realizes you aren't stopping. And you keep smiling, and your em field keeps brushing along his frame- slag Bluestreak ends up quieter around you. Not because he wants to- Primus no- he just ends up focusing on the affections instead of anything else, and he can actually focus solely on them. Blustreak loves your little affections. They were- Wonderful. And you were so- casual about it. Like it was easy for you. Like you weren't their superior. Like you all weren't stranded on a far distant planet away from cybertron. Like you weren't still locked in a now eons long seemingly endless war-

Like everything was actually okay.

And Bluestreak can't get enough of it. He loves every affection you'll throw at him. He soaks it up like a sponge. His door wings end up automatically fluttering a touch when he sees you knowing he'll maybe get a name or a smile. Bluestreak doesn't know if he'll be here next week with the war and all- but he does know that if he is here, he'll at least have something nice to look forward to. You start calling him "Baby Blue," and Bluestreaks wings start fluttering a bit more than just a touch.

-

Hound is in trouble.

Which mind you very surprising considering it was Hound of all bots- But here? He is in danger. Hound knows it's coming because he's heard Cliffjumper complain and seen you peeve off Ironhide. But Hound is still not ready when you smile at him and offer him an affectionate pauldron squeeze. "Great work out there, gorgeous." Your optics are so- sweet that Hound double takes. Hounds optics snap wide, and they burn hot near immediately. You just give him another squeeze and a high grade laced smile and go on your way. As if you hadn't just done what you'd done. Hound's stuck staring at the direction you went off in until Bluestreak waved a servo over the front of his faceplate. Promptly breaking Hound out of his own stupor.

Hound is not at all used to the affections. Sure, the autobots were friendly and all - but this? This was borderline flirting, and it's not something Hound is very adapt at. It definitely doesn't help how freely you do it coupled with your fond expressions and very affectionate em field. Hound is struggling to keep it together and not accidentally genuinely fall for you over this. Especially not when you're like this with everyone. Hound knows you're just playful. You don't mean anything by it. (The only one who's arguably worse off than Hound in this particular department is Sideswipe. Who was practically begging for you to call him "Babe".) Primus, the number of times Hound has to stop himself from fantasizing about some human domestic situation with you. Fantasizing if you weren't at war and you lived together. Maybe you'd both worked or one of you stayed home and you're both tired after a long day. But Hound comes home and your there and you'd smile like you do, em field warm and inviting and call Hound "Handsome"- Slag it all! Hound's suffering! You're making him want something he's buried years ago! Something he's accepted couldn't possibly happen with the war- with what's happening to Cybertron.

But regardless, Hound still soaks those affections in whenever you offer them. You aren't shy about giving them out. Primus below Hound was fighting for his life most days, and now he's doing it on the ark too... But Hound still wouldn't miss the slight curl in your derma and the amusement in your optics if he had to. It was something to look forward to, even if it did make his optics brighten something fierce.

-

Grimlock does not understand why the air feels good around you so often. But you don't run like the other autobots, and you aren't annoying, so you can stay. You call him and the other dinobots names like the other autobots do. But your names aren't sharp curses or insults. You said them in a way that made the dinobots want to stop and listen. Grimlock thinks you're weird. You're very weird. Prowl wants him to do something, and you're talking to Grimlock instead of Prowl- (Good for Grimlock! Grimlock hates Prowl!) But you're asking if Grimlock can do that something before tilting your helm at him. "Think you can do that for me, King?" You smiled at him the way you smiled. The weird way. But good weird since Grimlock liked it.

Grimlock doesn't ask if you're stupid at this point because he knows you know his name. And he knows you just call them things. And he feels- strange when the air around you turned warm when you said what you said. But Grimlock knows he likes "King" and he likes the way you say it. "Yes! Grimlock strongest, after all! Will be easy." He nods, and your smile widens, and the air brushes nice again, but this time against the autobot sign on his chasiss. Grimlock does the thing you said and afterward goes to find you so he can enjoy the air around you again for doing what he was asked.

Sludge will seek you out like Grimlock for more name calling when he does what you ask. You don't yell at him when he accidentally breaks something either. So he's easier to convince to do anything when he knows he'll get called a name or a smile in return.

Slag is his own case where Sludge or Grimlock have to either step in or you have take care of him yourself. Because, like always, he's mad as pit when you start doing it. But eventually, after a lot of put downs from the other dinobots and or you, he ends up letting the strange air feeling seep into his frame instead of trying to attack you for it. And to the shock of everyone, he eventually doesn't enter a rage when you talk to him. He still scoffs and huffs steam, but the fact he doesn't lash out is its own miracle.

Snarl doesn't stay after battles, but you still call him names on his way out. Snarl will linger around where you go if he knows he's gonna be somewhere, and you're also there. He doesn't stay to chat like usual but he will enjoy the strange air you give off.

Swoop is like Snarl, but he will purposely find you. Swoop wants you to call him more things and will say so. He wants a special name like Grimlock, too! Give him one! He only relents when you tell him you'll think of one that fits and only call him it. Also eager to please to get more names in return.

Most autobot messaging and requests for the dinobots end up getting passed through you now. Since Optimus saw how they seem to flock to you and you stay unharmed for the most part. Overall, the Dinobots don't understand the why, but they do understand it feels nice. So they'll indulge in whatever affections you share with them. Even if they still are rough and tumble dinobots about it. But you haven't survived this long for no reason. A few rowdy bots wouldn't be the death of you. Especially not your own allies.

[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[inky-writing]

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: mention of death, of dead people, pagan holiday, ESME, anyway, its long, sorry for any typo...

Word count: 3,399

Book II - Chapter 4: Yule secrets

December 2005

The Christmas season had settled over Forks, though the cheer it brought seemed muted in the Swan household. Bella, still a ghost of herself, rarely left her room. She avoided the festive decorations lining the streets and the cheery music playing in stores, retreating deeper into her sadness. When she did speak, it was in short answers to Charlie or Y/N, never more than what was strictly necessary.

Y/N tried to remain optimistic, but it was hard to ignore the weight of the silence that hung over their house. Bella wasn’t the only one struggling, though Y/N’s struggles were far different.

The strange occurrences that had plagued her life in recent months had only grown more bizarre. Objects still appeared seemingly out of nowhere whenever she thought about them, and the black cat continued to follow her wherever she went, its orange eyes watching her intently.

One cold afternoon in early December, Y/N decided to pick up groceries after school. Charlie had forgotten his list on the kitchen counter that morning, and she figured she could knock it out quickly before heading home.

The supermarket was crowded, filled with shoppers stocking up for the holidays. Y/N wove her way through the aisles with her cart as she ticked off items on the list. Milk, eggs, bread, canned soup, cereals… it was all mundane, but it was a welcome distraction from the strange whirlwind her life had become.

As she rounded a corner into the baking supplies aisle, she bumped into an elderly woman.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, stepping back quickly.

The woman smiled faintly, her piercing grey eyes twinkling with an odd intensity. “No need to apologize, dear.”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare. The woman was very old, her face was lined with deep wrinkles, her skin papery and thin, but there was something about her that seemed… ageless. Her hair, though streaked with white, hung long and thick over her shoulders, and her posture was surprisingly straight for someone her age.

But what really caught Y/N’s attention was the necklace around the woman’s neck.

It was almost identical to the one Y/N wore, except the stone in its center was a glowing white, almost translucent, apophyllite instead of amethyst. The intricate metalwork surrounding the stone was the same, though, delicate spirals and runes that seemed far older than anything you’d find in a modern jewelry store.

The woman noticed Y/N’s gaze and smiled again, this time with an air of knowing. “You have questions,” she said simply.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

The woman nodded toward the amulet around Y/N’s neck. “About that.”

Instinctively, Y/N’s hand flew to the necklace, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the amethyst. “How do you know?”

The woman tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “Because I’ve seen others like you before.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Others like me? What do you mean?”

The woman’s gaze seemed to pierce straight through her. “It’s not something we should discuss here. The walls have ears.” She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small slip of paper, writing something on it before pressing it into Y/N’s hand. “If you want answers, come here tomorrow at noon.”

Before Y/N could say another word, the woman turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner of the aisle.

Y/N stared at the slip of paper in her hand. It had an address scrawled on it, along with the word Tomorrow underlined twice.

Her mind raced. Who was this woman? How did she know about the amulet? And what did she mean?

When she finally left the supermarket, her hands were shaking.

The house was quiet when Y/N returned, save for the faint hum of the television in the living room. Charlie was watching a football game, his feet propped up on the coffee table. Bella’s door was shut, as usual.

“Got everything on the list?” Charlie asked without looking away from the screen.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, setting the bags on the kitchen counter.

She put the groceries away mechanically, her thoughts consumed by the encounter at the supermarket. She considered telling Charlie about the old woman but decided against it. He would probably just tell her to stay away from strangers, and she didn’t have the energy to argue.

Instead, she retreated to her room, locking the door behind her.

Sitting on her bed, she pulled out the slip of paper and stared at the address. Her fingers brushed against the amulet at her neck, and for the first time, she wondered if it had been a mistake to start wearing it.

The black cat was sitting outside the house again, its orange eyes glowing in the moonlight at it starred intently at her window.

The next morning dawned cold and misty, the kind of day where the fog clung to the ground and muted the world. Y/N couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in her chest since her encounter with the old woman at the supermarket the previous evening. The slip of paper with the address sat on her nightstand, the handwriting etched into her mind as though it carried some weight she didn’t yet understand.

By mid-morning, her curiosity got the best of her. Putting on her leather jacket, scarf, and gloves, she grabbed the paper and slipped out of the house, leaving a note for Charlie saying she was going to run errands. Bella wouldn’t notice her absence, she hadn’t noticed much of anything since the Cullens had left.

The address led Y/N to the outskirts of Forks, down a narrow dirt road flanked by pines. She had almost convinced herself she’d gone the wrong way when she spotted the house.

It was small, like something out of an old storybook. Vines twisted around the wooden porch posts, and colorful, wildflowers grew in neat beds around the yard, defying the snow. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the faint scent of lavender and sage drifted through the air.

Y/N hesitated at the gate, her fingers brushing against the amulet at her neck. For a moment, she thought about turning back. Then, the door opened, and the old woman stepped out onto the porch.

“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind,” the woman said, her voice carrying a touch of amusement.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked through the gate.

Inside, the house was warm and cozy, a contrast to the chill outside. The air was filled with the scent of herbs and spices, and every surface was covered in books, jars, and trinkets.

“Sit down, dear,” the woman said, gesturing to a sage green sofa.

Y/N sat, her eyes darting around the room. The woman moved about the kitchen, setting out two delicate teacups and a teapot.

“I imagine you have questions,” the woman said, her back to Y/N as she reached for a jar of tea leaves.

“A few,” Y/N admitted.

The woman smiled. “We’ll get to them. But first, let’s have some tea.”

She carried the teapot to the table and set it down. That’s when things took a turn.

As Y/N watched, the teapot tipped itself, pouring steaming tea into one of the cups. Then it straightened and moved to the second cup, repeating the action before settling back in place.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What the…?!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the room spun around her. Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw before everything went black was the old woman rushing to her side.

When Y/N opened her eyes, she was lying on the couch. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the same warm, herbal scent filled the air. The old woman was sitting in a chair nearby, her hands folded in her lap.

“You fainted,” the woman said, her voice calm. “I suppose I shouldn’t have let the teapot serve itself. It’s been a long time since we’ve had someone new in the family.”

“Family?” Y/N sat up slowly, her head pounding.

The woman smiled gently. “Yes, my dear. I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Callista. I’m your grandmother’s sister, your grand-aunt, if you will.”

Y/N stared at her, the words struggling to sink in. “Did you… knew my mom?”

Callista nodded, her expression tinged with sadness. “I did. Though I haven’t seen since she left. She left the family when she reached eighteen, determined to marry your father despite our objections.”

“Why did you object?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Callista sighed. “Because your father wasn’t one of us. Your mother came from a long line of witches, Y/N. Magic runs in your veins, just as it does in mine. But your father was human, and your grandmother feared their union would weaken our legacy.”

Y/N’s heart ached at the thought of her parents. “So she left?”

“She did,” Callista said softly. “She chose love over tradition, if I must say. And though it broke our hearts to lose her, I never blamed her for it. I guess she still practiced magic in her own way, even after she left, small things, I imagine. But she never contacted us again. Learning her death has been terrible… Your grandmother retreated into the Canadian forest just after, I don’t have news anymore…”

Callista paused, her gaze searching Y/N’s face. “And now, here you are.”

Callista then rose from her chair and disappeared into another room. When she returned, she was holding a large, black leather-bound book that looked extremely old. The cover was embossed with symbols and runes, and the edges of the pages were gilded.

“This,” Callista said, setting the book on the table in front of Y/N, “is your mother’s grimoire. It contains centuries of knowledge, spells, rituals, history, and things she added. She didn’t take it with her when she left. Everything you’ll need to understand who you are and what you’re capable of is in here.”

Y/N reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against the worn leather. “I don’t know if I can do this. It all seems so unreal.”

Callista placed a hand on her cheek. “You can. It’s in your blood. And you won’t be alone, I’ll help you, if you’ll let me.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. Everything Callista had said felt overwhelming, like stepping into a world she hadn’t even known existed. But at the same time, something deep inside her stirred, a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in years.

“I’ll try,” she said finally, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

Callista smiled, her eyes gleaming with pride. “That’s all I ask, my dear. Now, let’s begin.”

Two weeks later

The days leading up to Christmas passed in quiet monotony for the Swan household. Bella still barely left her room, her absence a ghostly presence that hung over the house. Y/N tried not to let it affect her, but she could feel the tension like a weight pressing down on her.

Every week, Y/N made the trip to Callista’s house, and sometimes to the esoteric shop that Callista had introduced her to just days after they’d met. The shop was tucked into the edge of town, its windows filled with crystals, herbs, and candles. It smelled of incense and earth, a comforting combination that felt like home.

In the back room, Callista guided her through the basics of potion-making and telekinesis. Y/N’s progress with telekinesis was slow but steady; she could now move small objects across a table or float them in the air for brief moments.

Still, she felt the weight of her potential. Callista had assured her that her other abilities would reveal themselves when she was ready, but the anticipation gnawed at her.

And now with school out for winter break, Y/N spent her days trying to fill the silence. She and Charlie had fallen into a rhythm, dining together at the kitchen table, watching old movies on the couch, and decorating the house for Christmas. Charlie seemed grateful for her presence, though his worry about Bella was palpable.

The decorations they hung were simple: twinkling lights around the windows, garlands draped over the fireplace, and a tree they adorned with ornaments.

But Y/N couldn’t help but add her own touches. After hours spent pouring over the grimoire Callista had given her, she’d learned about the traditions of Yule and how closely they tied to her own magic.

She collected pinecones from the forest behind the house, stringing them together with cinnamon sticks and small bundles of rosemary to hang on the tree. She placed oranges studded with cloves in bowls around the house, their warm, spicy scent filling the air. And she crafted a wreath of evergreen branches to hang on the front door, weaving ribbons of gold and red through the boughs.

December 21st, 2005

By the time Yule arrived, Y/N had memorized the pages of her grimoire about the holiday. She knew that Yule marked the longest night of the year, a time when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest. It was a night to honor the dead, to reflect on the year past, and to welcome the returning light.

That evening, after a quiet dinner with Charlie, Y/N retreated to her room. She lit a small cluster of candles on her desk and opened her grimoire, sitting cross-legged on her bed with the book resting on her lap. The soft glow of the flames flickered across the pages as she practiced simple spells, her focus sharpening with each word spoken.

A faint meowling interrupted her concentration. She looked up, startled, and saw the black cat perched on the windowsill outside her room. Its orange eyes gleamed in the darkness, almost glowing.

“How did you even get up here?” she muttered, crossing the room to open the window.

The cat stepped inside with an air of ownership, leaping onto her bed and curling up on the knitted blanket. Y/N hesitated, then shrugged. “I guess you’re staying, then.”

The cat flicked its tail as if to confirm her words, its eyes watching her.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere in her room grew heavier, charged with energy. It was almost midnight, the hour when the veil between the living and the dead was said to be at its thinnest.

Y/N felt an inexplicable pull, a need to acknowledge the moment. She pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, her hands trembling slightly as she began to write.

The first letter was to her mother. She wrote about the memories she could still recall, the warmth of her embrace, the sound of her laughter, the way she used to hum the same melody while cooking. She thanked her for the love and strength she had passed down, and for the magic that now felt like a lifeline.

The second letter was for her father. She wrote about how much she missed him, about how Charlie often reminded her of him. She told him about her life in Forks, about the struggles and the small moments of joy. She wished he could have been there to see her grow.

When she finished, she folded the letters carefully and placed them on the windowsill, letting the candlelight illuminate them.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, tears rolling on her cheeks. “For everything.”

The air in the room seemed to shift, a soft breeze brushing against her skin despite the closed window. The cat purred softly from its place on the bed, its eyes half-closed as if it, too, understood the significance of the moment.

As the clock struck midnight, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, she felt more connected to her family, to her magic, to herself.

And as she lay down to sleep, the black cat curled up in her arms, its presence comforting.

Later that night

Y/N stirred awake around 3 a.m., the room quiet except for the soft purring of the black cat nestled in her arms. Its warmth was comforting, but her thoughts were anything but. Sleep had eluded her ever since the letters she’d written, and now her mind wandered, seemingly without direction.

But there was a pattern. A name. A face.

“Carlisle,” she murmured, almost afraid to say it aloud.

The thought came unbidden, like a whisper from deep inside her soul. She tried to push it away, but it lingered, persistent and nagging. Why was she thinking about him? It wasn’t as though she hadn’t thought of him before, he’d been so kind to her during the summer, so understanding. But this was different.

She wondered where he was. What he was doing. Was he with his family? The questions swirled in her mind, growing heavier with each passing second.

Then, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt something. It was faint at first, like the lightest tug on her heart, but it grew stronger, more defined. It felt as though there was an invisible string connecting her to him, a thread woven into the very fabric of her being.

She closed her eyes and imagined pulling on it, curious to see what would happen.

Carlisle’s pov

Thousands of miles away, in a quiet corner of London, Carlisle Cullen sat alone in the small flat he’d rented for the time being. The room was sparse, elegantly decorated with neutral tones and clean lines that reflected his meticulous nature. Yet, despite the calm surroundings, his mind was a storm.

Esme had left for Australia nearly two weeks ago, insisting she wanted to visit friends she hadn’t seen in decades. She had convinced him to stay behind, claiming she needed “girl time.” At first, he had acquiesced, not wanting to deny her something so simple.

But now, as he sat in the stillness of the night, he knew the truth. Esme was responsible for everything, her manipulations, her deceit. He had realised she had powers. He could feel it like a shadow pressing on his mind, the edges of it fraying at the seams. She hadn’t been able to maintain her hold entirely, and now he could see her actions for what they were.

Still, he hadn’t confronted her. Not yet. He needed time to think. About her lies, about how he now felt she wasn’t his mate. He hadn’t say anything to the others, but as each day passed, the weight of the truth bore down on him, and he felt increasingly alone.

He sighed, leaning back in the armchair as he gazed out the window at the city lights. His thoughts drifted to Y/N. He remembered her laughter, the way she’d looked at him with such trust, and the strange sense of peace he’d felt in her presence.

A sudden jolt broke through his reverie, a pull so sharp and undeniable that it made him sit up straight. His hand instinctively went to his chest as though the sensation were physical. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but an ache, a longing.

And then a whisper in his mind, soft but insistent.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 11 a.m. on December 22nd. The pull intensified, a silent demand that he couldn’t ignore.

“Forks,” he murmured, the word heavy with meaning.

He didn’t know why, but he knew he had to return. Even if just for a few days.

Y/Ns pov

Y/N opened her eyes after pulling on the string, the feeling of it fading into the back of her mind. The cat shifted in her arms, looking up at her with its piercing orange eyes.

“Did I... do something wrong?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The cat only blinked, purring louder as if to reassure her.

Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the lingering sense of connection. Whatever had just happened, she couldn’t explain it. But for the first time in weeks, she felt a flicker of hope.

Chapter 5 >>>

Note: HEHE, so Carlisle is now aware of Esme, but, what will he do about it???

Tag list: @inky-bonnie

[gardens-light]

Heyy, I just wanted to say I really love your writing! Your stories are always so good, and I admire how creative you are. I was wondering if you’d ever think about doing something with Dino/Mirage x human spy? I’m obsessed with his design in the Bayverse movies

Hey there, and thank you so much for the lovely compliment! I know I say this alot, but it really does mean alot to hear that people enjoy reading my silly little fics.

I've honestly only know of Mirage in the ROTB movie, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't love that mech's attitude. Anyways, hope you enjoy this piece that was inspired by your prompt, and I do have a few ideas floating around in my drafts for future works of Mirage.

Apologies again for the long wait.

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High Stakes and High Tension

Content: Autobot Mirage x GN/Human Spy Reader.

Inspired Song: A View To A Kill- Duran Duran

Word Count: 1900

Sunlight streamed through the broken windows of an abandoned hangar on the outskirts of a forgotten airstrip. Inside, the air was thick with dust, along with the scent of oil and rust lingered like ghosts of a time long gone. Optimus stood tall within the center, his frame gleaming faintly in the dim light. His blue optics studying the black SUV's approaching in the distance.

"Prime, I don't see why I need a partner." Mirage complained from the sidelines, casually leaning against a support beam. Occasionally feeling Optimus' side glance, raising an optic ridge at the sleek silver-and-blue Porsche's smooth, almost teasing tone. "I'm perfectly capable of handling a little infiltration on my own. It's my speciality afterall-"

"I do not question you nor your abilities, Mirage. But, this mission requires cooperation from the humans governmental intelligence. I believe their chosen agent has been briefed-"

The sound of your steel-cap boots clicking against the concrete interrupted the air, drawing the attention of the Autobots and fellow soldiers. Mirage's optics slowly wandered over your frame, taking in how the tailored black tactical suit outlined your confident figure. A headset tucked neatly behind your ear, keeping your hair out of your face. As your piercing eyes scanned the room with the precision of someone who left nothing to chance.

"Mirage, this is Agent Y/N. Aka, Agent Cobra." Optimus introduced, acknowledging you with a simple nod and curt smile. "They're one of the U.S government's top spies. They'll be assisting you on this mission."

"So, you're the 'advanced asset' I'm working with?" you clipped with a professional mannerism. Striding towards the silver-and-blue Autobot, with a tilted head and placing hands upon your hips.

"That's me. The only mech who looks good." Mirage pushed himself off the beam, gesturing towards himself with a dramatic flourish, before holding out a relaxed fist. "Nice meeting you, babe. The name's Mirage."

Your brows furrowed slightly, "save the charm. I'm here to get the job done, not to exchange pleasantries."

"Oh you're feisty. I like that." A small smile teased the corners of the blue Autobot's lips. "I like it alot."

"What's the mission?" rolling your eyes, already feeling the beginnings of a headache.

Optimus projected a hologram from his forearm, displaying a video of a group of individuals from high society, exchanging crates of weaponry with a towering Deception in the background. "For months these humans have been collaborating with the Decepticons. I believe they're providing our enemy with resources for their war effort. Your task is to infiltrate their operation, confirm the extent of their alliance, and eliminate the threat."

"Understood. Let's move out." You spoke with a curt nod.

With a dramatic spin and styled flair, the sound of whirling gears and shifting pistons filled the air, as Mirage transformed into his alt-mode. The Porsche engine growling with a prideful rumble, as he felt your gaze rake over his sleek, silver with cobalt-blue racing stripes. Swinging his passenger door open with a gentleman like gesture towards you.

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Infiltrating a posh gala where the rich and elite of high society mingled, including the suspected allies of the Decepticons were said to be meeting. Mirage's altmode blended in flawlessly with the other high-end sports cars, which parked outside of the modern mansion. His sensors feeding you information through your comms.

You moved through the crowd with calculated movement, your elegant black attire matching the formal style of the grand ballroom.

"Target spotted." You whispered into the earpiece.

"Which one? 'Mr Tacky Red Tie' talking to the broad dressed in purple?" Mirage teased.

"No." You lowly hissed, scanning the room. "Black suit and tie by the bar... and keep your chatter to a minimum."

The Autobot's laughter crackled softly through your earpiece. "You're at a fancy party, babe. Loosen up."

Rolling your eyes, ignoring his teasing tone while sliding into a seat near your target. The middle-age man didn't notice your presence until you casually ordered a drink, only giving you a slight flirtatious gaze before returning to his own drink.

"Uh, Cobra?" Mirage's serious tone buzzed through your earpiece, snapping you out of a daze that held your attention for the past uneventful moments. "We've got company. Big, stompy, and ugly."

Your eyes flickered towards the mirror behind the bar, catching a glimpse of two brutish mechs that past the far window behind you. One with jagged red plating, while the other had rust covering his gun-metal frame. Their massive frames concealed by Cybertronian cloaking tech, making them nearly invisible to the human eye.

"I see them." Your muttered words remained in your calm tone, while you casually and discreetly followed your target towards the nearest exit.

"Time to bail?" Mirage suggested.

"Not yet. We need confirmation they're handing over Cybertronian tech first-"

"You're gonna get yourself squished!"

But you continued, ignoring Mirage's warning.

Moving towards another spot closer to your location, Mirage's altmode tucked away under an empty driveway, his sensors watching you creep into the garage that was clearly restricted access from the rest of the party.

The dimly lit garage hummed faintly with the energy radiating from the Cybertronian tech scattered around. Kneeling by a crate, your small camera clicked quietly, as you documented the evidence of human-Decepticon collaboration. Each photo capturing damning details: encrypted datapads, energon cubes, and schematics that only a Cybertronian would recognize.

"Cobra," Mirage's voice crackled softly through your comm, his usual playful tone replaced with urgency. "You've got company-two guards heading your way. Twelve meters out and closing fast-"

"Give me thirty more seconds," your words came out in a hushed whisper. Your tone focused, aiming your camera at another crate, snapping pictures as fast you could. "I need to finish this-"

"You don't have thirty seconds, babe. They're gonna be right on top you in about ten. I suggest you-"

"I said almost done-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, barely having time to react before someone grabbed your wrist. Only a small gasp escaped you, as Mirage's human-like holographic form materialized out of nowhere. Pinning your back against the side of his altmode, the space between the wall of the undercover driveway and the Porsche forced the pair of you to be incredibly close.

Opening your mouth, but Mirage raised a finger to your lips. Silencing any protest that dared to murmur from you.

From your perspective, his hologram form looked incredibly lifelike- appearing as tall, well-dressed man who favoured the 90s street fashion. White hair loosely slicked back, while a roguish smirk framed his youthful features. But even through your annoyance, you couldn't help but notice the flicker of faint blue lines that occasionally danced across his 'skin,' a subtle reminder of his true nature.

"Two guards," Mirage whispered, leaning in close enough that you could feel the faint projection of his breath. "They're about to round the corner. Just... follow my lead, and don't overthink this."

Tilting his head and leaning in even closer, lightly pressing his forehead against yours. To an outsider, the position was rather... intimate, almost tender. You stiffened in surprise, your body instinctively tensing as warmth rose to your cheeks.

"What are you doing?" you hissed under your breath, voice barely audible.

"Improvising."

Your eyes widened as his lips softly pressed against yours- not cold, not mechanical but strangely warm and tender. Like the tactile perfection of a hologram designed to flawlessly mimic human touch. You couldn't help but freeze, mind racing as you tried to not lose yourself within the moment.

As the guards rounded the corner, their flashlights swept across the gravel driveway, illuminating the outdoor space. The beams of light stopped abruptly as they landed on upon the pair of you. Feeling the guard's gaze, but Mirage didn't flinch. If anything, he leaned in deeper, one hand cupping to your cheek, as if to sell the act even more.

"Hey!" one guard barked, stepping closer.

From the corner of your eye, seeing Mirage's expression softening, the smirk upon his lips turning into something earnest and... you dare say, endearing.

"Apologies." His smooth, confident charm returned to his tone. Resting his forehead against yours. "We... didn't think anyone else was here. Just... stealing a moment, excuse us."

A scowl flashed across the guard's face, lowering his flashlight slightly. "This is a restricted area. You two shouldn't be here-"

"No problem. We understand." Mirage tilted his head slightly, softly kissing your temple, putting on a sheepish smile. "We just... couldn't resist a little adventure." He glanced down at you, reluctantly playing along, keeping your head turned away from the guards. As if you were embarrassed to be caught.

The second guard lightly chuckled, elbowing his companion. "Leave' em alone, man. Nothing but a couple of lovebirds sneaking off for some... privacy. Let's keep moving."

Hesitating for a moment, the guard's suspicion lingered on the pair of you for a moment longer. Eventually grumbled and turning away, "fine... just don't let the boss catch you"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Mirage called after them, giving you a subtle wink.

Once the guards disappeared back around the corner, their footsteps fading into the distance. Once you were sure they were out of ear shot, you shoved Mirage away, a mixture of irritation and embarrassment across your features.

"What the fuck was that?!"

"Me saving your stubborn, uncooperative ass from getting caught."

"You didn't have to-"

"Didn't I?" Mirage casually interrupted, crossing his arms. "Face it, Agent Cobra, you were this close to blowing the mission. Admit it- I'm good at what I do."

You couldn't help but glare at him, lips pressed into a thin line. "Next time, warn me before you... improvise like that!"

"Sure thing. But admit it, babe- you liked it, didn't you?"

"And stop calling me that!"

Turning your back and not answering, Mirage's holographic form fazed out into nothing as you approached his passenger side. Trying to ignore the lingering warmth upon your lips. But the faint smirk tugging upon your lips, didn't escape the Autobot's attention.

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Standing under the moonlit sky, adjusting your earpiece after sending the details of mission to your unit and Optimus, of how you and Mirage successfully dismantled the human-Decepticon operation. Confirming that appropriate authorities confiscated, and the conspirators were neutralized.

Your eyes flickering towards Mirage as he rolled out of his altmode, his blue optics looking down at you with soft amusement and curiosity.

"Y'know... for someone who acts like they're all business, you sure know how to have fun. When you decide to let loose."

A small smirk crept upon your lips, melting away your usual sternness, giving way to a rare moment of playfulness. You stepped closer, looking up at him with a glint within your eyes.

"And... for someone who can't take anything seriously and talks too much. You... can be rather charming, just lucky that you're easy on the eyes."

Mirage titled his helm, his optics brightening at your teasing tone. "Did you... just flirt with me, Agent Cobra?"

"Maybe." You spoke with a sly smile. "But don't let it go to your head."

"Wouldn't think of it... Don't be a stranger, babe."

You paused before approaching the black SUV's, glancing back with faint blush dusting your cheeks. "See around, Mirage."

As you climbed into the vehicle and disappeared into the darkness, the blue Autobot chuckled to himself. Feeling his spark hum within in its chamber, making his frame radiant with an unfamiliar warmth.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Ghosts & Mirages (18+ Fanfic Masterlist)

Summary: An Ongoing fanfic Series of Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley and Sargeant Codename "Mirage" (The f!reader. This is your OC, I made reader INCREDIBLY detail inclusive. Imagine yourself however you want!)

Render Artwork: @ave661

Warning: Nearly each and every chapter contains HEAVY, HEAVY themes involved, ranging from dark to light topics, Will contain warnings for each part, as some contain more than one chapter, please beware!

Warnings Vary: From Smut, Gore/Violence, Fluff, and Dark Themes-MOSTLY MENTIONS (Ex: self harm)

Part 1- Now You Seen 'Em, Now You Don't

Part 2- Consequences

Part 3- Clouded Conscience

Part 4- The Switch

Part 5- Cherished Spirits

Part 6- Angel of Small Death

Part 7- La Dama Sin Cara

Part 8- Las Illusiones

Here is an incredibly tasteful audio collab, based off ‘Clouded Conscience’, with the Incredible Badjhur himself!!

PLEASE READ: I am not posing/or a fake acc. I am the MAIN author for this series. PLEASE read here for more info. <3

[still-not-over-transformers]

hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶

Just the Way You Are

ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1300

You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home. 

As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance. 

As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can. 

Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.” 

You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings. 

Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?” 

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at 

Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here. 

Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”

 Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern. 

“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him. 

Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”

Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you, 

As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.” 

END

[demonskiss]

how would they react to a very sleepy darling? like if you just constantly fell asleep everywhere

- 🪽

too much sleep

cw: noncon, somno, creampie, cnc, oral (reader receiving), fingering

WARNING: VIOLETTA’S SECTION IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

falling asleep in front of emory is one of the worst things you can do to yourself. they think you’re absolutely foolish for it, even if you can’t control it. and they’d be right, when they snake their hand further up your thigh, a emitting a quiet, but malicious laugh. you’ll be stripped naked by their deft hands, fucked silly on their cock, and they don’t even care if you wake up, in fact, they want you to wake up. they’ll make sure to time your awakenings to when they cum inside you, grinning when they see your horrified expression, and if you don’t wake up? oh well, they’ll make sure to leave a rude awakening for you, covered with dried cum on your violated body. you should really find better locations to sleep yknow?

blythe is taken aback at your sleeping form. yes, the urges tell him to ravage your body, to wake you up in the throughs of passion. but they couldn’t do that to you, not when you are so vulnerable. he brings this up to you the next time you’re awake, and when you tell him that it’s okay, he can touch your body, they can take you in your sleep and you don’t mind if you get waken up, this changes him completely, and every night, you’re awakened to him groping your body with passion in his grey blue eyes. he mumbles a half hearted apology, squeezing the meat of your thighs before diving back down between your legs once more. you’re afraid you won’t have much time to sleep anymore, they’re completely insatiable.

violetta drops her pencil on the ground when she feels your head drop to her shoulder. she can’t help but blush, her muse, her closest friend is so close to her! she can see every small detail on your lovely face, and she’s amazed every single time. she can’t wake you, there’s no way she can when you’re sleeping so soundly right next to her. a prepared artist always has more than one pencil, and she sketches your lovely features, snarling at anyone who dares try to disturb your slumber. she simply laughs it off when you’re embarrassed about falling asleep on her, it just means you trust her after all! and that’s super important between friends!

ambrose sees this daily, when he was hidden when you first moved in, to now, when you’re fully aware of him and his peculiar mannerisms. but he still cannot get over how stunning you look, the way your chest rises and falls like a steady beat, the way your face looks so calm and still, reminding the man of his body back when he died. he can’t control himself, grazing your body with the pads of his freezing fingers, slipping his hands past your clothes, watching you moan softly in your sleep. it gets him so aroused hearing your sweet voice, egging him to slip his fingers down to between your legs, coaxing his fingers further into your hole. he then takes out his fingers, and quickly removes his spectral clothing, pushing himself where he truly belongs. and he wraps his arms around your warmer body, thrusting slowly and shallowly, taking his time. he’s truly sweet, and he’ll make sure he won’t wake you up, even though you’re half freezing to death because of him.

you cannot expect to send me this and me to not write somno? enjoy the food my pretties >:3

[frickingnerd]

sharing an umbrella with tsubasa

pairing: tsubasa oribe x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, romantic/platonic relationship

tsubasa tends to be a little bit of a scatter-brain, though it's expected with how much she's doing!

she's not just attending classes regularly, but also training as an idol and fighting as a mirage master! managing all that is a lot, so no wonder she's so forgetful, with so much she has to keep track off

so when tsubasa realizes on a rainy day that she forgot her umbrella, you tease her a little about her forgetful tendencies, before offering to share your umbrella with her

tsubasa happily accepts the offer and she doesn't even question that you seemingly have to head in the same direction as she does!

she cheerfully chats with you, your shoulders occasionally bumping into each other, as you hold the umbrella above her head

only as the two of you stop in front of fortuna entertainment does tsubasa realize that you actually went out of your way just to bring her to the agency!

tsubasa insists on making it up to you and keeps on apologizing, but she doesn't realize how happy you actually are that you got to spend some time with her…

[atinystraynstay]

I Could Be Your Lifeline - Kang Taehyun

Synopsis: You and Taehyun have been childhood best friends. You grew up in the same town, went to the same college, and now worked in the same city. You two are each other's lifeline as you explore the world of being a young adult. He would do anything for you.

Pairing: non-idol! Kang Taehyun x fem reader

Genre: Angst, bad date, fluff, best friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.7k

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I sighed as I glanced between the red dress and the black dress that was in my closet. They both were gorgeous, but which one screamed 'first date'? At least you don't have to make a decision on your own.

"Taehyun, if you were going on a first date, what color would you hope the girl wears?" You asked

Taehyun was laying on your bed, his head resting on the mountain of pillows you had at the top. His arms were crossed over his chest. He watched as you held up the two dresses, your eyes somewhat glancing towards the red dress but you were trying your best not to make it obvious. It took everything in him not to smirk, not wanting to make it known he had caught you. You were too adorable.

"I think the red one would be nice? You know, a pop of color to catch someone's attention."

You grinned with satisfaction. His heart skipped a beat at the sight. God, he loved making you happy. You hung up the black dress in your closet before heading towards your bathroom to get ready.

Once the coast was clear, Taehyun pressed his head to your pillow and let out a low groan. It was torture witnessing you get ready for someone else. He wanted to be the guy that was going to take you out, show you out to the world. He wanted to be the one you got excited about seeing, telling anyone that was willing to listen. Yet, he find himself always freezing up when it was time to confess to you.

As he heard the door open, he sat up quickly. His eyes nearly popped out of their head as you revealed yourself. You got to be kidding me.

You were wearing a maroon, square neck dress. It was a long sleeve dress that had elastic cuffs around the wrists, amplifying the fairy-like look. It was a fit and flare dress that just looked like it was made for you. Selfishly, he might have also picked out the dress because it was his favorite color on you. You just radiated when you work red.

"So, what do you think? You sure this isn't too much for a first date?" "Y/n, I mean this, you look phenomenal."

You grinned with satisfaction as you did a small twirl in the dress, letting him have a full view. If only you weren't getting ready for someone else, if only you were getting ready for him. He wanted so desperately to walk up and kiss you, to feel your lips against his. But that wasn't something that best friends did.

You turned towards the mirror in your bedroom. It was a sun mirror you bought from Urban Outfitters. It was very fitting, as Taehyun always compared you to the sun.

"I think I'm going to leave my hair natural today. I've really been loving my curls.'

God damn. You were going to be the death of him.

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Before your date showed up, you urged Taehyun to leave. Mainly because this was your first date with this guy, and you didn't want to give the wrong impression.

While Taehyun should be happy for you, he couldn't help but feel the sting in his heart. You had only really gotten serious abut dating in the past couple of weeks. He thought he had more time to devise a plan in how to make you his. Your friends saw it as the perfect opportunity to set up your dating profile.

Not surprisingly, you were getting messages within five minutes of your account being open. Of course everyone wanted to be with you. You were one of a kind. Taehyun just wished he was first in line.

He had found himself back in the dorms an hour after you give him the boot to the door. He took the long way home, wanting to take the train back to the dorms so he could be alone with his thoughts.

Would you even be interested in dating him? You two were best friends. While there have been numerous storylines where best friends are perfect lovers, he knew the reality that it can be hard. He cannot afford to lose you in his life. It was dangerous territory to venture into. Even him confessing his feelings was a risk.

Maybe he should talk to Soobin or Yeonjun about how he was feeling? He felt like the whole scenario was a cruel form of torture. While he loved seeing you be happy, he felt sick to his stomach knowing it wasn't him at the end of the day you were seeing so intimately. Maybe his two older friends could provide insight?

He was about to get a glass of water to clear his mind when his phone began to ring. That's freaky. I was just about to call Soobin. Did he read my mind? Taehyun peered over but froze the moment he saw your name flash on the screen. Something didn't feel right about you calling him this time.

However, he didn't hesitate. Not now. Getting water was soon forgotten as he reached over for his phone. His thumb hit the green answer button before he held up the phone to his ear.

"Taehyun?" You sounded distressed

At the sound of your voice, he was on high alert. You didn't speak in your normal energetic tone. You sounded upset. What happened? Were you ok? He needed immediate answers, but he knew allowing himself to get worked up wouldn't help the two of you at the moment.

"Angel, what's going on?" "I need you to pick me up.'

He frowned upon hearing you but was immediately on his feet. He wasn't sure what had happened, but there was no time to ask questions. Not when you need him immediately. "I'm already on my way," he promised. He grabbed his car keys and wallet before rushing to slip on his shoes. Taehyun just had to get to you.

"Are you in a safe location right now? I have your location, but I want to make sure you're okay until I get there." "Yeah, I'll be okay. Can you please hurry?" Taehyun didn't have to be told twice. With his shoes and jacket on, he rushed out to the car. He put you on speaker so he could get into the car quickly, but also could listen and speak to you if needed. He didn't even notice that it was raining. Taehyun literally sprinted out of the dorm to get to his car. He didn't even notice that it was raining. Taehyun literally sprinted out of the dorm to get to his car.

"Y/n, sweetheart, do you want me to stay on the line with you while I drive?" "Taehyun, no! It's raining. I don't want you to risk getting into a car accident. Just get here safely, please."

You were always looking out for other people before you looked after yourself. He's never met someone has kind and compassionate as you.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes."

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It felt like only a minute passed by between when you called Taehyun and hung up the phone. You waited under the awning outside of the restaurant after hiding out in the bathroom. At least until you were certain your date left.

Four wheels pulled up which caused you to look up. You could recognize that car anywhere. Taehyun. The car was still running, able to see the emissions from the exhaust pipe wrap around the car signaling Taehyun had the heat running. A door opened and closed followed by quick footsteps.

Taehyun emerged from the other side of the car, a look of shock and concern on his face. He was holding a rain jacket in his hands. It was your pink rain coat, the one you left in his backseat the last time you two got caught in the rain. "You told me you were in a safe location, y/n. It's raining out. You could get sick," he frowned.

You matched his frown, sighing. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand being inside any longer," you confessed. Taehyun didn't want to come across as if he was scolding you. He was just concerned. All he did was kiss your forehead lingering before assisting you in putting your jacket on. "Come on, sweet girl," he spoke gently. He moved his hands to make sure the hood of the jacket covered your head. You worked on zipping it up. Once satisfied that you would be dry, he smiled. "Let's get you out of here."

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Taehyun and you had a habit of going on drives when you were upset. You often blasted music from a playlist you two made. You would scream lyrics, laugh, and just forget about your problems. Tonight, you two rode in silence.

He went to every length to make sure you were comfortable. It was an awkward silence. It offered you to fill the space with whatever you needed. If you needed to play music, he was ready to sing along with you. If you needed to vent, he was ready to listen. He would drive for however long you needed him to. With the heat on, you were able to relax comfortably into the leather seat behind you. However, if you got too hot, he would cut it off.

You were his whole world.

When you told him that you didn't even get to the dinner on the date, he immediately took you to the nearest convenience store. The two of you ran inside, laughing and dodging the raindrops as they continued to fall. Taehyun loved hearing your laughter. You still had not unveiled what exactly happened, but he was just content seeing you happy again.

You picked out all of your favorite snacks - a lemon lime soda, a bag of honey butter chips, and these blue gummy sharks. He also got a salmon kimbap he knew you loved.

Instead of sitting in the convenience store to eat, Taehyun had another idea. He paid for your food, even though you fought him on it. It was a losing battle on your part anyways. Taehyun had you two return to his car where he drove you towards the top level of a parking garage in the city, where you could park and enjoy your food. He also knew that you loved looking at the skyline

"Thank you for driving out to come pick me up, Taehyun," you spoke up.

Looking over at you, Taehyun smiled gently. "It really isn't a big deal, y/n. I would do anything you asked."

"I bet you're wondering what happened," you murmured.

Of course he was curious. You've had a handful of bad dates, but none that resulted in you calling him to rescue you from the date. However, he didn't want to just ask outright out of respect for you.

"Taehyun, he was awful! First of all, he showed up to the date late. I understand because the weather isn't the best," you began retelling. "But then he had the nerve to tell me how I should have dressed, how I should have done my hair."

He could feel his anger bubbling inside of him. He's never met the guy you were supposed to go out with tonight but he prays he never comes across him. Taehyun couldn't understand how someone could be that brainless. I mean, you were the most incredible person. You have a heart of gold, and are effortlessly beautiful inside and out. You are perfection.

"I just got so frustrated and upset that I wasted my time getting ready for someone like him that I just got up and left," you explained. "I'm so sorry, angel," he sighed. "I just don't get what is wrong with me?"

His eyes widened. He turned in his seat so he was resting the side of his body against the driver's seat. Was he hearing you correctly? Did you actually think something was wrong with you? No, he needed to fix that.

"There is nothing wrong with you."

The tone of his voice took you by surprise. He was stern. His gaze locked on you which made you instantly regret asking that question. You stared at him with wide eyes. Seeing your shock, he relaxed a bit but still knew he had to help you see just how amazing you are.

"Baby girl, I mean that. I am not speaking to you as just your best friend. You are the most remarkable woman I know. Not only are you kind, generous, intellectual, and witty, but you are so gorgeous. You carry yourself with grace and elegance. You are stunning from head to toe. Any guy would be lucky to be yours. The guy who were out with tonight is going to realize tomorrow how much he lost out on."

Your heart swelled hearing Taehyun. You never knew him, or anyone for that matter, viewed in such a positive light. You figured you were average compared to other girls.

"I mean, I regret not telling you sooner how I feel," Taehyun admitted.

In that moment, both of your eyes widened as you stared at each other. You were trying to make sure you heard Taehyun correctly. On the other side, Taehyun was freaking out over what he just said.

"What?" You both said in unison. "Taehyun, tell me what?"

There was no turning back. Taehyun's feelings towards you have been growing every day. It pained him when you went out with other people, but it also brought him great joy to have you in his life. He never wanted to do anything to upset the balance, but he was about to take a leap. The way you were looking at him made him want to scream out his feelings.

"Y/n, I've had feelings for you since we met. I've wanted to be the man in your life. However, I thought we were just best friends and I didn't want to mess things up because I didn't want you to see me as just some creep, you know? I wanted to show you that I could really be the man you deserve in your life, but that led to me never confessing," you admitted.

It was as if everything you've wanted to hear finally came to light. You have gone back and forth with the idea of you and Taehyun getting together. However, you were his best friend. You never wanted to cross a line you couldn't backtrack. He was too important in your life.

Not realizing what took over you, you very carefully crossed over the middle console into his lap. He laughed and was taken back by your actions. His hands immediately fell on your waist to help you over, wanting to make sure you didn't hurt yourself in the process. "What are you doing?" "Something that I should've done a long time ago," you confessed.

Once you were settled in his lap, you placed on hand on his shoulder. The other hand cupped his cheek, gazing into his eyes. You were looking for any sign at all, whether it be verbal or his body language to stop. He stared at you with anticipation. A gentle smile was curled on his lips. You watched as his eyes glanced from yours to your lips before looking back into your eyes.

There is the green light.

You leaned in to fully press your lips against yours. He squeezed your hips at the feeling and pulled you in closer. You giggled against his lips as reality set in. You were kissing your best friend. His lips were soft yet he overtook the kiss, showing that he wanted this as equally as you did.

The sound of your lips smacking against one another and the sound of rain still falling made the perfect ambiance. You melted underneath Taehyun's touch. He always had the power to make you feel soft and warm without even trying. Now with getting to be such emotionally vulnerable with him, really letting him in, that feeling was amplified.

Yeah, you definitely were not going back to how things used to be now.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello!

Can I request Mirage from Transformers: Rise of the Beasts with a Cybertronian [S/O] [female gender] [Romantic] who is a Cybertronian warrior that fell to Earth after fleeing from the Decepticons?

☆ Lost and Found — Mirage [ROTB] x Fem Reader HCs☆

Genre: Fluff || She/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 When a new bot fell to earth, of course the Autobots ended up taking her in. Mirage went to see what was going on after hearing of some drama surrounding the arrival, evidently this newcomer had quite the tale

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once finding out you left from the Decepticons, Mirage tried to listen for what Optimus was saying about what this meant for them. He wasn't truly listening, admittedly, as his optics kept drifting to you. He knew he should be hearing their upcoming orders, but seeing a bot so defeated and wounded wouldn't leave his processor

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once the initial surprise passed and you were fixed up enough, Mirage came to approach you personally. Every Autobot knew it sucked to be hunted down by Decepticons, but he had come to ask if you were alright outside of professional interest. He genuinely sought to improve your mood, even joking around a bit to do so

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In battles, Mirage became very protective of you. He was always trying to find out who had been the ones that made you crash-land, trying to seek out who he needed to crush up for you. You'd try to talk him down from such, but he still always watched you closely

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When training before battles, Mirage would insist on being your sparring partner. And even if you were working with others, he'd be on the sidelines cheering you on, waiting for his chance to step in

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The strength you had from being a warrior always impressed him, it became one of the chief things he'd brag about on your behalf. You had this code of ethics and steely concentration to you that Mirage found completely badass

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He likes to try and replicate your fighting style when he can. He fails more often than not, but it's a little flattering to see someone take so much inspiration from you to the point of even working alongside you so closely

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He also enjoys trying to challenge you to doing competitions together, just to prove he can keep up. You realize he wants to not only be with you, but impress you as well. You managed to put him in awe, and now he's trying to catch up to you

[danddymaro]

Stunt | Revenant x Reader

Obv. Rev has feelings for the reader.

It's just a fun scenario I considered.

Some Mirage X reader (you'll see)

Wordcount: 487

Stunt

Revenant stared down at the device in his hand, a searing glare shot down at the bright, flat screen that stared back at him with vibrant colors.

The image moved in silence, displaying only a preview before he decided to simply click on it, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

-Something in him was burning, somehow aching. 

Slowly, he pressed the tip of his finger over the screen, holding in an imaginary breath. 

The overzealous brat Mirage spoke, his elated words heightened by that damned smile of his that had begun to become even more infuriating as of late.

" I'm just here with my favorite girl!" he claimed as he had an arm wrapped around you, surprising you as you nearly dropped your recently purchased drink.

It took you a moment to compose yourself and smile too, though, still seeming more entertained with your tea.

Elliot pulled you close, his cheek pressing right against yours for just a second before he pulled back and continued to address his audience instead, something you didn't seem to mind much as you focused on your straw.  

Occasionally during the live feed, you laughed, showing no signs of wanting to peel yourself off of his side. 

countless shares and comments were left just as curious as Revenant was, and the replies were no better, insinuating something he's tried to not think of. 

Lately, you've been busy....is this why?

Him...

"Ohhh man...." he heard a familiar voice mutter beside him, and that breath alone was an indicator of who it was.

The accented rasp in his voice was unmistakable, and it made Revenant feel even more irritated.

The speed demon stood still, and Revenant could see from the way his unobscured, brown eyes glanced over to the screen that he was just as surpised, yet strangely not all too taken back. 

" Tough luck amigo," Octavio added as he shook his head, and it made Revenant snatch the phone away from his sight with a low grunt.

"- Like I give a damn," he said back as he pulled back his arm, his fingers pressing down on the device with an iron grip that began to overwhelm the phone, crushing it in a matter of seconds.

And it was something Octane saw and snickered at, 

"Right..." Octavio said lowly before relaseing a short sigh, and halfhearted shrug.

“He just snatched your girl right from under you,” he muttered with just a bit of tease.

 "- Why should you care?" he added with a little hum, discreetly eyeing the broken piece of technology still in the bot's hand. 

He only mused over how much 'Che would have the time of her life gloating over how she just knew the Simulacrum had something of a heart in him. 

"You're crazy," Octane said while walking alongside his childhood friend. 

"Come on Silva, just think about it," she urged him. 

"I've never seen him act so...so unlike himself," she said. " just pay attention," she advised him, and from then on, he had kept a close eye on you and Revenant.

And he was surpised to notice the little things. 

Like, your laugh around him. 

There was a little pitch you reached that made him roll his eyes when he noticed. 

And the bot's eery way of standing over you had become less intimidating the more he paid attention.

Instead, it seemed cheesy, like a man leaning in for some attention, lingering for something more.

Octane then began to chuckle lowly, almost losing himself in a fit of giggles as he wondered what the Simulacrum would do when he found out it was nothing but a PR stunt.

"But just don't tell anyone," you said after he'd caught you and Mirage talking about it. 

"I mean, I love my girl," Mirage said with a smile, "But it's just business," he told the other male offhandedly.

"Just a bit of teasing the crowd," he added simply. 

"You think anyone could really hold down all this?" he asked while slowly turning as if proving a point, and it made you stare flatly at Octane.

"It's just such a shame," you grumbled, not really convincing anyone you were heartbroken about the reality of your romance.

You loved Elliot, but he really was something of a manwhore, and while he was a funny guy, you pitied the person that actually fell for him.

" Anyways, It's innocent too. We're just spending a bit of time together to get some buzz, especially since they're coming out with new merch for this one," he said while pointing at you, reminding Silva of the new, upcoming event. 

"It's really been up to the fans for debate, which is fun," he added with a chuckle, but you disagreed, cringing at some of the comments.

-And the fanart?

You burned with embarrassment at some people's talent.

Meanwhile, Octane nodded, understanding. 

Was it meant to tease the bot? 

Perhaps, but there was just something exciting about it; 

"Senior loincloth, if only you'd been faster," he added with yet another chuckle as he drew back. 

[starlightt180]

Basim with clingy y/n drawing? 👉👈

here you go :D

[mirangel]

Yahoo~ if your request is closed please ignore this, i like your writing a lot＼⁠(⁠°⁠o⁠°⁠)⁠／ , can you write smut Where M!reader stuck in the wall (like between walls, ass out) and sampo coincidentally walks across the reader and it's feels like his dream come true, he immediately took this chance and fucks the outta of reader.if you want, makes sampo manages to convince Gepard to come along, maybe noncon and breeding? Thank you!

stuck in a wall with sampo and gepard !

cw: noncon, stuck in the wall, anal fingering, anal sex, voyeurism, m!reader

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you have absolutely no idea how long sampo has been waiting for this moment to occur. ever since he saw that broken wall in belobog, of course he had to hint that there’s a suspicious deal there, and of course your sense of justice prevented you from ignoring it, you had to investigate. unfortunately for you, you got stuck in the wall that sampo told you that you needed to bypass in order to intercept the deal.

of course, he was right around the corner waiting for you, and he crosses over, feigning shock at the sight of your ass greeting him. “my! what happened to you?” unbeknownst to you, he wears a grin of the schemer he is. of course, you can’t help but demand to be freed, that he set you up. “of course i can help, but for a price.”

he tugs down your pants, just enough for your ass to show. “i know what i’m doing, treasure. let me do my thing.” sampo tries to reassure, and you felt cold liquid flowing between your ass cheeks. he fingers your ass with his pointer and middle finger, ignoring your pleas for mercy and honing on your moans instead, his grin growing wider with each adorable reaction you make.

“what the— sampo koski?!” another voice rang, this time of surprise and embarrassment. “captain!” sampo cheers, “just in time to see my little present for you. i know how much you adore him after all.” but gepard backs away, reluctant to accept this “present” when he of all people should have morals.

“if you don’t want to accept, you can watch of course.” gepard lets out a sigh, and you hear footsteps coming closer before his clothes shift, leaning against the wall. sampo wastes no time to fuck you, coaxing loud moans to erupt from you while he makes direct eye contact with gepard the entire time.

gepard can’t stop thinking about how he would treat you better than sampo would, how he’d lower your pants all the way, jerking off your cock while he fucks you gentle and slowly, unlike sampo’s rough and fast speed. his pants tighten with arousal, but he refuses to move from the wall, his eyes trained on how your ass jiggles when sampo’s hips collide with you, his face reddening at how well sampo’s cock stretches you out.

maybe he should’ve accepted sampo’s little gift.

SORRY IF I DIDNT COOK AS HARD HERE. my mind has been all over the place it’s insane

[inky-writing]

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Inky-writing masterlist Mirage masterlist

Warnings: still none haha

Word count: 1,842

Chapter 3: Making Friends

September 2004

By the time friday rolled around, Y/N had begun to find a routine at Forks High School. The halls no longer felt like a labyrinth, and the faces were starting to become more familiar. Still, it was lonely navigating a new place without anyone to call a friend.

That same morning, her homeroom teacher introduced her to Jessica, even if she already knew who she was (but he didn’t know that), to give her an official tour of the school. Y/N had already learned her way around, but she accepted anyway, grateful for the chance to connect more with her classmate.

Jessica was chatty, as usual, pointing out all the little quirks of the school as they walked through the halls. “That’s Mrs. Stone’s classroom. She’s nice, but hze quizzes are impossible. Oh, and over there is the gym. We usually have PE outside unless it’s raining, which, you know, is most of the time”.

Y/N chuckled, finding herself relaxing in Jessica’s company. “Thanks for showing me around. It’s nice to have someone to talk to”.

“Of course!” Jessica grinned. “You’re doing great, though. You’ve already survived the cafeteria last week”.

Y/N laughed, and for the first time since arriving in Forks, she felt genuine happiness.

During second period, Y/N saw on her planning she had Litterature. She adjusted her shoulder bag over her leather Jacket before entering the classroom. The teacher wasn’t here yet, so she directed herself toward the back, where she found a seat next to a muscular brown haired boy. He looked like he could be part of the football team, and seemed odly familiar. Y/N then remembered where she first saw him: it was Emmett Cullen, she recalled from what Jessica told him. He shared those same golden orbs as the rest of the Cullen family, as well as their ethereal and inhuman beauty. 

The boy smiled at her, “Hello there, I’m Emmett”. Y/N blinked out of surprise before answering, “I’m Y/N”. He nodded at her as the teacher entered the room and telling the class to quiet.

At lunch, Jessica introduced her to Eric and Tyler, and she rapidly understood that gossip was the principal subject of conversation within the group. It didn’t bother her though, it was better to befriend them than to be by herself. The four of them sat together, chatting about classes and teachers. 

Midway through their meal, a boy, who she learned to be Mike Newton, appeared at their table, his boyish grin firmly in place. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

She nodded, unsure where this was going. “Yeah”.

“Cool. I’m Mike” he said, pulling up a chair without waiting for an invitation. “I saw you in chemistry the other day. How’s it going?”

“It’s… going just fine”, Y/N replied, exchanging a glance with Angela, who hid a small smile behind her hand.

Mike seemed undeterred by her answer. “If you ever need help with anything, just let me know. I’ve been here forever, so I know the ropes”.

“Thanks” she said, though she couldn’t help but feel a bit cornered by his actions.

Jessica leaned closer, her voice low. “Mike’s nice, but he can be a little… intense when he likes someone”.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed. She wasn’t sure how to feel about Mike’s sudden interest in her, but it was nice to know someone was paying attention.

As the day went on, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It wasn’t the casual curiosity she’d felt from her classmates on the first day: this was sharper, more focused. Every time she turned around, she caught Alice Cullen’s gaze fixed on her.

During spanish, Y/N dared to make direct eyecontact with Alice. The petite brunette girl smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of smile that set her at ease. It was knowing, as if Alice was privy to a secret Y/N hadn’t been let in on.

By the time the final bell rang, Y/N's nerves were a mess. As she packed up her things, Jessica caught up with her. “Hey, do you want to come over this weekend? Angela and I were thinking of watching some movies while doing our nails and you know, sleepover”.

Y/N hesitated, surprised by the offer. “Really? That sounds great, I would love to”.

Jessica grinned. “Awesome. Give me your number, I’ll text you the details”.

The walk home felt longer than usual, the grey sky pressing down on her. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Alice. There was no denying the girl’s strangeness, her habit of staring at her, the enigmatic smiles, the way she always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else.

When Y/N reached her house, she found her uncle Charlie in the living room, watching a baseball game. He looked up as she entered. “How was school?”.

“Not bad” she said, dropping her bag by the door. “I think I made some friends”.

Charlie nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That’s good”.

Y/N returned the smile, but the words felt distant. Whatever was going on with Alice Cullen and her family was anything but normal.

That night, as she lay in bed, Y/N’s thoughts were a storm of confusion. Alice’s behavior wasn’t just odd; it was as if she knew her, or smething about her; as if she was waiting for something to happen. And then there was Carlisle, whose calming presence lingered in her mind.

Y/N closed her eyes, determined to push the thoughts away. Tomorrow was another day, and she wasn’t going to let the mysteries of Forks consume her. But deep down, she knew she was already entangled in something far bigger than she could imagine.

October 2004 - Carlisle pov

It had been a month since Y/N began her new life in Forks, and Carlisle Cullen observed her with a growing sense of unease. As both a doctor and psychologist, his life revolved around maintaining a professional distance from those his patients, but Y/N made that distance increasingly difficult to maintain.

He sat in his office at the clinic, reviewing his notes from their latest session. Y/N had been referred to him shortly after her arrival, a recommendation from Chief Swan after her tragic loss. In their bi-weekly meetings, they discussed her parents’ death, her grief, and her attempts to adjust to life in Forks. She was reserved but thoughtful.

“It’s hard to think about the future” she had admitted during their last session. “I feel like I’m stuck in this in-between place, not really living but not ready to move on, either”.

Carlisle had offered her the reassurance he always gave his patients: that grief was a process, and it was okay to take things one step at a time. Yet, even as he spoke, he found himself wanting to do more for her. He chalked it up to her vulnerability, to the way she reminded him of the countless lives he’d seen shattered over the centuries. But was that all it was?

On a rainy Thursday evening, Carlisle found himself at the diner in town, grabbing his team some coffee for the nightshift. He rarely did it, but lately, the solitude of his home felt oppressive. The diner was a warm haven, music was flowing, and it filled with the hum of conversation and the clatter of dishes.

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It was there that he saw her.

Y/N sat at a booth near the window, surrounded by her friends. She was wearing a red dress underneath her everpresent oversized leather jacket, with a multitude of silver necklaces. Her delicate fingers where adorned with silver rings, one representing a snake, another with a amethyst, and the others just plain silver. Jessica and Angela were there, too, along with Mike Newton, who seemed particularly attentive to anything Y/N had to say, desperatly gapping for her attention. Carlisle watched as she laughed at something Mike said, her expression lighter than he’d ever seen before. It suited her, he thought, that smile. It made her seem more like the young woman she was supposed to be, rather than the grief-stricken girl he’d come to know.

But then, Carlisle’s chest tightened. The sight of her with Mike stirred something unnameable within him, an ache that bordered on jealousy. He forced himself to look away, gripping his coffee cup as though it might ground him.

This wasn’t right. He was her therapist, her doctor. She was only 17 with a long life ahead of her, waiting to be lived. And beyond that, he had Esme.

Esme.

The name brought a familiar pang of guilt. She was his mate. The loving and caring mother figure of the Cullens clan. Yet, in recent months, something about their connection felt… forced. Esme had grown distant, her smiles never quite reaching her eyes. He had attributed it to the passing of time, to the natural flow of relationships. But now, as he wrestled with his unexpected and oh so wrong feelings for Y/N, Carlisle couldn’t help but question everything he’d accepted as truth.

From her booth, Y/N glanced toward the counter and noticed Dr. Cullen sitting alone, waiting for the coffees. She hesitated before turning back to her friends, but something about his presence lingered in her mind. It was strange seeing him outside the clinical setting. Here, he seemed almost… human.

“You okay?” Mike asked, leaning closer. His tone was light, but his eyes betrayed his concern.

Y/N forced a smile. “Yeah, just tired”.

Mike’s brow furrowed. “If you need to talk or anything, you know I’m here, right?”.

“I know. Thanks, Mike” she said, appreciating his kindness even as she struggled to fully reciprocate his feelings. He was sweet, and being with him was easy. But something held her back, a quiet voice in her mind whispering that this wasn’t what she truly wanted.

Carlisle’s gaze drifted back to Y/N despite himself. He noted the way she interacted with her friends, the subtle hesitations in her movements. She was still grieving, that much was clear, but she was trying. He admired her resilience, even as he questioned why he felt such a deep connection to her struggle.

And then there was Alice.

Her recent behavior had been… odd, even for her. She’d been distracted, her usual clarity clouded by something. Carlisle hadn’t pressed her for details, respecting her boundaries, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something larger was at play. Alice’s visions had always been a cornerstone of their family’s stability, and to see them falter was unsettling.

As he paid for the coffees and left the diner, Carlisle resolved to focus on what he could control. Y/N was his patient, and his priority was her well-being. Whatever he was feeling, whether it was misplaced sympathy or something deeper, he would set it aside. For her sake, and for his own.

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