#some of the bosses are gonna be a pain but i already know i can do balteus using this setup

[bimbospace]

finished ng++ of armored core and immediately going back to play it again but this time only using my zaku load out

[nosyrobin]

“DONT worry it’s just Robin.”

Tw: misogyny, menstrual cycle mentions.

Female! Twin reader of Damian Al ghul-Wayne.

“Don’t worry! It’s just Robin.” Is what goon says when they see the robins that Batman had collected. Knowing that the sidekick wasn’t really gonna do nothing but help the dark knight fight. But oh, oh no. It’s different for you apparently. You couldn’t go on patrol since your female hormones were going crazy in your father’s words. But really you knew he was saying. “Oh you’re too emotional to fight, let’s just keep you in the manor til you calm down.” No! You won’t calm down, no! You won’t listen to your old man. No! You won’t just stay inside as you see your twin brother go out and have all the fun. So you snuck out, but deal. It’s nothing too serious as you grapple hook and run across building. Citing out places with high crimes to just buss down some damn goons that picked the wrong night.

That’s when you seen three goons taking Jewelry. Perfect, the perfect night to finall—

You started cramping. Fuck. You’re cramping, you’re probably bleeding as well down there. Justttt great. You immediately leaded down to the ground quietly, not wanting to alert the males yet. Sadly one of them must be a paranoid little bitch. Because one of the men turn around and jumped. You resemble just like your brother, exact twins just different genders. But someone can easily tell the difference in body frame.

“Guys! It’s Robin!” The male yelled to his other two partners. The two dropped the jewelry, scared before one of them stopped shaking in their panties. “Wait a minute. It’s that girl Robin!” “Oh, HAHAHAAH! What’s lil miss bird doing out here without her boss?” Another said. “She’s probably mad she couldn’t get a date out tonight. Females am I right?”

They laughed and laughed as you just stood there. Your cramps were getting the better of you. And you better wrap this up before you start to cry at the pain. You don’t want them to think you’re crying cause they’re getting to you. No. You clenched your fists, brows knotted as you ran at the men that dare to degrade and insult you.

“Uh oh. Guess someone’s on their period.”

THATS IT!

Before anyone can blink an eye, the man who said that was knocked out immediately. The two males were shocked standing there as Your ruthlessly punched the man left and right. Sure he was knocked out, but you don’t think he’s knocked out enough! You got off him, cracking your fists. You were filled with pain and female rage as you yelled a warrior roar. Immediately you jumped onto the big man and flipped him onto his back. The other tried to run before you threw some ropes from your belt around his legs. Tying him up as you punched the men down.

You groaned, holding your stomach again. Cramps..cramps are a bitch. You tried to walk. But couldn’t, kneeling down and sobbing. You felt a presence beside you, you got up to fight them only to halt as its your twin brother. He immediately helped you up, you can sense his worry as he checked you for any injuries. “Sister, you okay? No injuries at all, pain?” “Cramps…I’m cramping brother.” Damian nods, understanding as he puts you on his back and grapple hooked away to the manor.

Maybe his patrol is already done as you are his first priority.

[actuallysaiyan]

You're Mine(Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, suggestive themes, swearing, unprotected sex, Love quirk/Sex pollen trope, sort of dub con, Rei and Enji are divorced in this, slight age gap, oral sex(male receiving)

word count: 2.6k

pairings: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Sidekick!Reader

summary: during a normal job for you and Endeavor, he gets hit with a Love quirk and you're the only one who he'll let help him...

a/n: dividers by @adornedwithlight! For the lovely @cherryblossombankai <3/tagging: @pixelcafe-network

It was supposed to be a standard job. Just going to bust this criminal together and then throwing him in jail. That’s it! You’re a proud sidekick to Endeavor and you even hope one day that you can be as strong as him. Endeavor always shows you just how good a hero can be, and in your heart of hearts, you know that he is the number one for you.

Everything was going well. You had tackled down the first guy, holding him against the wall while you waited for Enji to dispatch the second guy. You can hear the sirens approaching the derelict warehouse where you caught the two criminals trying to ship out some of the enhancement drugs.

Their quirks had been unknown to you, but you did notice how the guy that Enji is fighting didn’t use his at all. Instead he focused on hand-to-hand combat. Which you thought was pretty impressive considering that Endeavor could easily kill this guy, but he won’t. The guy then realizes what kind of trouble he and his partner are in.

“Well, I guess we can’t win. But you sure ain’t gonna win either!” He shouts, then he opens his hand and waves it in front of Enji’s face.

Endeavor growls, pushing himself away from the villain. You can’t tell what the guy’s quirk was, but you know it’s affecting Endeavor immediately. His pupils dilate and he’s got a crazed look on his face. The two villains help each other, pushing you away from the other guy. You try to chase them but they are already too fast. You look back at Enji in defeat, but he’s not looking at you angrily like you were expecting.

You’ve never seen him like this. He’s been your boss for a long time. To say that you weren’t attracted to him would be a big fat lie. Endeavor was one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on, but you know it would be wrong to hit on your boss. It’s just not right. Then again, the way he’s looking at you right now would suggest otherwise. Wait…why is he looking at you like that?

“Get away from here! Go tell the police what happened!” His voice sounds angry, but it’s thick with something else. Something you can’t quite pinpoint.

You do as he says, telling the police that Endeavor got hit with a mystery quirk and that the villains were running away. Some of the other pro heroes are on scene now and they begin to chase down the villains. You return to your boss. 

Enji is nowhere to be found. He made his way upstairs to one of the office spaces in the building. His suit is becoming way too tight, and it is starting to feel a little slick with sweat now. He’s not stupid; he was just hit a Love quirk.

Usually people with a quirk like that were contained or their were strict laws surrounding how they could be used. The fact that the bastard had taken the time to hit him dead on was just a cheap shot. Enji swears as he sits down on the old couch in the office and adjusts himself through his suit. He did not want you to see him like this; all weakened and pathetic.

The way his stomach flips and erupts with butterflies whenever he touches his cock lets him know just how strong this quirk is. It’s painful in a way because he knows he’s going to have to take care of this alone. There’s nothing else he can do. He can’t have anyone see him like this, they wouldn’t know how to help.

He’s just lazily palming himself through his costume for the time being. His eyes scan the room to see how he can maybe block the door. He’d tell whoever came looking for him a dumb lie. Most of them trust his word, they know he wouldn’t be hiding himself away for no good reason.

Your voice sounds so saccharine as you call out for him. His cock is jumping as he hears you getting even closer. You’re so worried about him too; fuck, he swears that you’re just the cutest little thing to ever cross paths with him.

“Enji?” You call out.

He bites his lip when he hears you using his real name. You shouldn’t be here. You should be somewhere safe and not near him where he could easily open that door, throw you onto this couch and fuck you until your legs turn to jelly. No, you need to fucking leave. But he swears he can just about smell you as you get even closer.

“Get out of here! Now!” He growls.

Your hand hovers over the doorknob of the door. You aren’t sure you like the tone of his voice right now. Whatever quirk he was hit by, you knew it was affecting him worse than anything else. You’ve seen him get hurt before, but this wasn’t him with his wounded pride and injuries on his body.

This must have fucked with his psyche somehow. You wonder if maybe the quirk was a brainwashing one, but you know you’re just so worried. You need to make sure he’s fine. You slowly turn the knob and then push the door open just enough so you can stick your head inside.

The sight of Enji on the couch, his hand between his thighs and the glazed over look in his eyes. That’s all you needed to see to let you know that this was no brainwashing quirk. He had clearly been hit by a Love quirk and it was driving him insane. He flares his nostrils when you finally step inside the office.

“Didn’t I fucking tell you to get the hell out of here?” He snaps. His hand keeps rubbing up against the obvious bulge in his costume.

You back away slowly, afraid of the man in front of you. But there was something else there that was hitting you. You found yourself wanting to help him. You know you shouldn’t suggest it, but maybe you could be of use. Love quirks usually go away faster with someone helping the victim out.

“I couldn’t leave you!” You cry out as you close the door behind you.

Endeavor sits up on the couch, looking at you with a pure blaze in his eyes. If you make one more step inside this room, he’s going to not be able to hold back. He’s going to lose it and he’s going to have no control.

“If you don’t fucking leave right now,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to fucking lose it.”

You shudder at his words. You feel like you’re losing your mind already. It almost feels warmer in here. You tentatively take a half-step towards him and he groans and tilts his head back.

“I’m not going to warn you again.”

You stop him. “I can help!”

He growls, “Fuck no! Don’t get any closer.”

But he knows you both want this. You’ve been pining for him for a while, and he’s shared the same feelings. Since his divorce from Rei and taking you on as a new sidekick, Enji knows that he can’t hold back his emotions for you. You’ve been such a positive light in his life. You’ve shown him a new way to look at things.

His eyes close and he lets out almost a purring noise. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You approach him and take his hand. “You won’t hurt me. Let me help.”

He shudders from head to toe as you finally get close enough to him. You wipe the sweat from his brow in such a loving way, he’s moaning at the feeling of your hand on him. His eyes are so dark, you can just about make out the amount of arousal he’s feeling right now.

He nods frantically, “A really strong one.”

“Love quirk, right?” you finally ask.

You look at him. He’s a mess right now. His cock is throbbing beneath the spandex. There’s that lust-crazed look in his eyes. And his hands are shaking from not touching you. You then lick your lips and look into his eyes.

“What do you want? You want me to use my hand or my mouth or?”

You don’t get to finish when he’s pulling you towards him and he’s kissing you with so much hunger. His tongue penetrates your mouth, tangling wetly and sensually with yours. Enji lets out very deep and dark grunts that rumble through his chest. You’ve never been kissed like this at all.

He’s pulling you even closer; his arms wrapping around your waist. You nearly topple over as you get tangled in the discarded files and papers on the ground. He holds you so close, kissing you as if your kisses were like the oxygen he needs to breathe.

“I just need you so badly,” he finally says in a husky tone of voice. “Don’t care what you do to me, but please…please.”

You grab the zipper to his costume and you unzip it. You’re trying to work as quickly as you can. Enji keeps bucking his hips as more of him gets exposed. He reaches over to help you unzip yours. Your breasts are exposed and he’s pawing at you like some sort of teen boy who’s just found his first porn mag.

His cock stands erect and leaking. You dreamt about seeing him naked for so long, but you never thought it would be in a dirty, abandoned office space. You finally kneel in front of him, and Enji lets out a strangled moan. Just the sight of you on your knees for him has his cock leaking even more fluid.

“D-don’t fucking tease!” 

You giggle at how much he’s at your mercy right now. You reach over to hold his cock in your hand and you feel your stomach flip when you realize that your fingers don’t even touch from the size of him. He growls when you begin to jerk him off.

“Yes, yes yes…oh god yes!”

He’s panting, growling and moaning. He sounds like a ferocious beast trying to mate. His hips begin pumping in time with your hand. Then you lean in to lick the tip and this has him whimpering.

“D-do it again!” His fingers tangle in your hair. He pushes you gently, or as gently as he can manage while under this quirk’s power.

You wrap your lips around him and he feels his knees buckling. There’s stars dancing in his vision already. All he can do is white-knuckle the sofa beneath him as you’re bobbing your head up and down. His legs are literally shaking as you try to take him deep down your throat. The sofa is beginning to creak from the pressure of his fingers clinging to it.

“Don’t stop!” He roars. “Don’t fucking stop!”

Tears sting your eyes as you do all that you can to continue to deepthroat Enji. You wonder what will happen if you are to let him fuck you. You’re going to be wrecked completely. You won’t be able to walk for a week. Then when you look up at him, you know you’ve done the wrong thing.

He pulls you off his cock and he pushes you down on the sofa. His eyes are alight with a fire that you know you’re the only one will ever see. He leans in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. It’s hungrier than the last one and he moans when he tastes himself on your lips.

“Gotta fuck you. I need it.”

His words hit you so hard. You don’t know that you can take him, but there is no turning back now. Enji Todoroki was about to fuck you until you were going to pass out. He pulls his costume off of him fully, then he helps you out of yours. He lets out a ‘tsk’ when he notices the underwear.

“Not everyone goes commando, sir.”

Those words earned you another rumbling growl before he kisses you sloppily again. You feel like your mind is already swimming from the amount of lust you feel for this man. His fingers curl around the waistband of your little panties and he pulls them off with enforce that they tear.

He smirks at the cute little gasp you let out. He pushes two of his fingers into you, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. You were thanking your lucky stars that at least he was prepping you to take his length. Endeavor is rough with you, but it only serves to turn you on even more. Your juices are slick all over his fingers.

Then he presses you back and spreads your thighs. His cock sits heavy on your mound for a moment as he leans down to spit on the head of it. You cry out and cling to the couch as he penetrates you roughly.

“Just take it! I need this!” He growls as his hips snap.

He’s just chasing his own high. You knew this is what it was anyway. When you offered to help, you know that he wouldn’t be focusing on you at all. You feel warmth blossoming inside of you when you think about how he tried to prep you for his impressive size. Even with that, you feel like you’re being split open as Enji pounds himself into you.

“Perfect little hole,” he grunts against your ear before he begins to leave love bites on your neck. “Like you were fuckin’ made to take me!”

Your legs wrap around him as you try to gain a little control, but this only pushes him even deeper inside of you. Endeavor growls loudly before biting down on the junction between your shoulder and neck. This causes your walls to spasm around him and he’s roaring loudly again.

“Milkin’ my cock, huh?” He asks in a dark tone of voice.

The way he’s talking to you is even most feral now. He’s gripping your hips harshly, certainly leaving indentations. His body keeps trembling with every harsh thrust. His cock throbs as he slams against your cervix. He wants you to cum if you can. He needs to feel that around his cock.

“Cum for me. Come on, fuckin’ cum for me! Milk my cock.”

The Love quirk was penetrating his mind even more so. The closer to his peak, the more he felt feral and hungry for you. He lets his hand slip between you both and he rubs your clit in fast little circles. You can barely wrap your mind around the pleasure you’re feeling. Enji leans in to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on, do it for me.”

The coil in your stomach snaps and your vision turns to white. Every single nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire as you cum hard. Your cry of his name only makes him fuck you even faster and deeper. Your legs feel like they are jelly right now.

He’d give anything to you. He’d promise you anything right now. If you wanted to get married and have kids, he swears while he’s in this state, he’d give you the world. Enji feels his orgasm creeping up on him and the chills run down his spine. His balls are drawing up and he’s panting like an animal in heat.

“Cumming!” He growls as he feels the first pulse of his semen.

He holds onto you so close, making sure to shoot deep inside your hot heat. As he rides out his high, you can see him slowly returning to normal. There’s a bit of a blush on his cheeks when he finally snaps out of it. But instead of making you feel bad, he just kisses you.

“Thank you for helping me.”

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[fangswbenefits]

Another Chance

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Mentions of childbirth. Dad Miguel. Comfort. Fluff. Happy father’s day to the best of the best!

“I'M GONNA KILL MIGUEL O’HARA!”

Usually, that sort of threat would send everyone that was standing around you into an uproar. But given the extremely specific set of circumstances, they merely exchanged understanding glances, returning their attention to the task at hand.

“Jess… I’m going to kill him.”

The pain of the contractions felt too unbearable and gritting out empty threats was the only relief you could find right now.

“You have my blessing,” she nodded, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "But for now, we need to deliver the baby."

It was too early. This wasn't supposed to happen right now... not like this.

A spider-nurse approached you with a fetal heart monitor to strap around your belly. Your already accelarated heart nearly imploded at the sight, fearing what the machine might reveal.

"Jess... I can't do this..." your voice broke.

Where is he...

Where is Miguel?

Your friend glared at you with kind eyes, swipping a piece of cloth along your sweat-drenched forehead. "You can and you will."

As another contraction tore through your body, you barely managed to grab the railings of your bed with a huff of pain. The spider-nurse was done setting the monitor and was now probing your arm for a vein.

"Where is Miguel?" you managed through laboured pants. "Lyla... where is he?"

The AI's hologram appeared from the watch on your wrist, that Jess promptly removed. You gave her a confused look, but it was probably for the better.

"He should be here soon. The anomaly is—" Lyla was cut off immediately by Jess.

The heart monitor was switched on and the room went suddenly eerily too quiet, save for your gasps.

Tense seconds rolled by that felt like excrutiating hours, until the sound of a thudding heart was heard.

"Slightly accelerated heartrate going at 191 beats per minute," spider-doctor informed. "The baby might be in distress."

Panic took over. "Do something! Miguel!"

The team attending you were working relentlessly, but no consolation came. The pain was borderline unbearable and your fear for your child's life.

... and Miguel was not here.

"You need to push," one spider-nurse said.

"Push," Jess urged. "You're doing great," she added with a warm smile.

She kept trying her best to soothe and guide you through the untimely turmoil, but it wasn't until your eyes caught a flash of two sets of claws tearing through the barrier of time and space in the middle of the room that you allowed yourself to slump back into your bed.

A cry of relief broke from deep within you as a fully suited Miguel O'hara emerged through the portal, sprinting to your side. The mask vanished instantly as he framed your face with both hands.

"I'm here."

You started sobbing uncontrollably when he planted a kiss to your forehead.

"Boss, she's fully dilated," spider-doctor spoke. "We really need her to push now."

"Miguel... this wasn't..." you stammered, gritting your teeth as the crescendo of another contraction began. "Where... I—”

He hushed you and anchored you through the pain. "You have to push, okay?"

Compared to a few minutes ago, Miguel's presence was nothing short of absolute comfort. But it wasn't enough the push away the fear that had overtaken you.

Jess was still by your side, whispering encouraging words as the staff worked in between your spread legs. Your vision blurred momentarily and you felt the sudden and overwhelming urge to push.

"This is all your... fault," you seethed at Miguel.

"On that much we can agree," he said softly, his thumbs brushing away the tears that mixed with sweat down your cheeks. "Push."

Blaming him was just a quick way to ease some of the frustration. He wasn't to blame. You had both wanted this.

"I can see the head!" you heard someone announce.

Miguel offered his hand for you to grip as you pushed. "I'll break it," you warned.

"You won't."

"He deserves it," Jess said teasingly.

But Miguel was right. As strong as you were — and the strength that women in labour were capable of mustering — you wouldn't even cause a dent in him. He was strong enough for the both of you.

"What´s taking so long?" his faint voice filled your ears.

"Almost there."

Suddenly, he had cradled your face in his large hands once more, forcing your eyes to fix on his. "You can do this. I'm so proud of you," he said, pecking the tip of your nose.

The air in your lungs was suddenly forced out with a finally throat-ripping grunt.

"It's here!"

You collapsed, feeling Miguel's arm promptly offering support on your back. A screeching sound of distress reverberated through the walls.

"It's a girl," one spider-nurse informed.

Even through your hazy eyes you were able to see Miguel's face, eyes transfixed on the little squirming baby that was being placed on your chest.

She was crying her heart out as someone who has been ripped from all the comfort and security a place could offer.

But now she had you and Miguel.

"She takes after you," you teased with a faint smile. "Already being so dramatic."

He chuckled, eyes permanently glued to the wailing baby. "I'm not dramatic. Just intense."

"Yes. Intensely dramatic.”

Miguel fell silent as he stroked a finger along the back of one soft tiny hand, miniscule fingers wrapping around it reflexively. The cries stopped abruptly.

His face softened and you wondered if he was about to tear up. He had longed for this for such a long time.

"Miguel?" Jessica said, covering your child with a towel.

He seemed too lost in his own thoughts, glaring at his daughter in a way that overwhelmed you. Like it was meant to be.

"I'll be going now," she said, offering you both a warm smile before leaving.

Suddenly, you realised Miguel was inspecting each limb with utmost attention. "What are you doing?"

He cleared his throat, placing a tiny hand on the palm of his. "Oh... uh... just counting how many fingers and toes she has."

"All five?" you offered with a chuckle.

"All five."

"No talons?"

He glared at you as if taken aback, then smiled. "Maybe one day."

"Do you think she'll have your fangs?"

"Oh, I hope not," he said, slowly checking the baby's bare gums. "That would be painful."

You then allowed yourself to take in the sight of your now relaxed daughter that lay on top of you. The wispy beginnings of hair that covered the top of her head were dark. Babies don't tend to resemble either parent when they're born - or so Miguel had once told you - and you couldn't wait to find out.

"What if... she doesn't like me?" he whispered, caressing a puffy cheek.

You almost chuckled, but he was dead serious. "She'll love you."

He leaned to place a kiss to your temple. "Thank you."

"For what?" you asked, feeling your heart bursting with absolute adoration for him.

"For giving me another chance at being a father."

Masterlist

[kuro-is-doodlin]

Sometimes, you have to become a hero.

(blood/death warning)

You're walking to work, as usual. It's foggy today, so you keep your eyes peeled and hope no idiot will speed by you with their electric scooter. You're already almost late.

That's when you hear a scream... No. Two. You press onwards and finally see a lady with poofy hair protecting a little kid, grabbing her bag tight. It doesn't take you long to notice the figure in front on them, armed with a knife. Some people really are desperate enough to hurt even kids for a bit of money huh... You sigh. This is your way to work, can't go around. And you don't want to leave them to their fate anyway, that would be a bit too cowardly even for you. So you speed up, and land a punch right on the figure's face, placing yourself between them and the two youngest.

"Oh no you don't... Back off, I already called the police."

You didn't. You forgot. But bluff can be a powerful weapon!

You hear mumbling, and a move. You can't see what happened very well. Wait.. you can't.. see...

"AAARGH!!"

IT HURTS!! Your eye.. hurts! You stumble, the kid is looking at you with terror, the lady is trying to protect them from the view. A warm liquid flow down your face from your eye, your blood... Well shit. You grab one of your hair pin as a weapon. The figure approaches once more, but you stop it's move with a good stab in their arm. They did cut your arm a little, but they take a step back. They don't talk much, maybe to avoid people hearing their voice ?

Oh Woah, okay, you're feeling woozy now, it's getting blurry. You have to end it quickly.

"Hey, poofy one, call someone, I don't know how long I'll last."

°Ah! Ah, yes! Yes I'll- Oh change...°

You move your hand in front of the kid's view, getting ready. But it's.. a bit hard to see, you can't stop blinking and it clearly doesn't help. But you try your best, keeping them at a distance. Getting a cut or two, and.. a sharp pain at your side. Shit, you're about to fall, you have to...

Your arm move, almost on it's own, and it lands.. in something hard. It goes through. Your hair pins are that pointy, they're made to be cute AND to be good for defending yourself. you never know when something like that could happen. You see the figure slowly collapse, a little hole at the side of their head. You... Wait you didn't mean to-.. They're...

You force the kid to turn around, don't want them to see, can't let them see. You give a look to the lady, she's as shocked as you. But you try to calm down. You breathe in.. and out.. in.. out... And you feel your phone go crazy in your pocket. You put the pins back in your hair, you don't really care if they're filthy, you're already a mess. And you pick up your phone.

"Urgh... Angry boss.."

Customers are piling up apparently, and they can't do it without you... Oh well.

"Don't let the kid see.. Wait for help to get here, explain it all, there should be cameras around so you're gonna be fine. Sorry about.. the body..."

You start waddling away, if your boss don't want to hear excuses, you'll show him.

°WAIT!! You can't leave, you're injuried! Come back !!°

She tries to follow you, but the kid seems a bit too shocked to move, and you're already too far. You'll get to rest a bit later anyway.

The weather makes it easier to stay hidden. As your make your way to the coffee shop. You get in, waddle some more as you start to hear some panic, and collapse in front of the counter.

Urgh, loud noises... People touching you... Your boss's voice.. panicked. Now he has to believe you.

Then everything goes black.

[bodhrancomedy]

8 Games Which Made Me Bawl My Fucking Eyes Out (in the best way)

1. A Story Beside

Holy hell, I think the fact I played this one when I was isolating with COVID and terrified my breathing issues were gonna be permanent probably added to my complete sobbing breakdown at the end of this.

Every single chapter is a beautiful gut punch and the ending sequence where you guide Lyric back through her story? Heartbreaking.

2. I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

This is probably one of my favourite games of all time and certainly one I’ve sunk the most hours into.

The fact that your first run-through is almost guaranteed to be full of failure and missed chances just adds to the pain I felt.

But the bug in the nursery. That’s what got me.

3. What Remains of Edith Finch

I’m not sure there’s anything I can say about this game which hasn’t been said already.

Each new room puts another knife in your heart as you pull apart the seams of the Finch family curse with Edith as the last survivor.

Gregory was the moment I had to take a break to compose myself.

4. Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life

While I think this remake took some of the teeth out of the original, this farm sim which spans the life of your character is full of heartbreaking moments as you raise your child.

Honestly, being allowed to be queer and nonbinary in this game made me bawl because I remember wishing to both be a boy and love men in the older games.

5. Dragon Quest IV

I could add several of the Dragon Quest games to this list, but after fighting the final boss for nearly two decades, beating this game had me sobbing for hours.

That last scene of Chapter Five had such a tiny little animation of our hero taking off his sword and that send me over the edge.

6. Bramble: The Mountain King

I don't know where to start with this dark folktale of a game. From tragic monsters to absolute gut punches following great unsettling scares, this journey to save your sister as a scared child ripped my heart in two.

The hell Olle goes through for his protective sister is dear to my heart as a nervous little brother myself.

7. Citizen Sleeper

The very concept of this RPG is haunting. A construct on the run from the corporation who took your body is sad enough, but the express love of humanity which runs through this? Beautiful.

I'm not very far through and it's already had me in tears twice.

8. Outer Wilds

I don't think I can say a single thing about this game without completely spoiling it.

Go in blind, but be ready for heavy and sorrowful themes. All I'll say is when you hear the ending theme, have tissues ready.

[boredpotate]

Happier Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane or any links. I only own the concept idea to this story and the story itself.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to fix her timeline, but it has unforeseen consequences.

Reader Pov

"MMMMPPPHHH!!!" I let out a muffled yell of pain. One of my kidnappers stomping on my braced leg; the leg brace being broken a while ago with some of the parts being bent or broken off.

I tried to escape, I really did, but that blow to the head really isn't me doing me any favors. They snuck me back down here to the deep end of the Undercity and once far enough away, they started their "payback" in some fucking dead end alleyway. Taking turns punching, kicking, slapping and just overall beating me to a pulp.

"Hey! Remember not to mess her up too much. We won't get paid if you break the merchandise" The woman who I determined as the boss of the rest of the group.

"Oh c'mon! We did this to get payback didn't we!?" one guy says as he kicks me on the ground as a heave for breathe.

"Yes, we did. We also all want to make an actual pay from this right?," their boss says and I can only guess the others agree, "Then we can't fucking kill her! We fuck her up, let her have what has been coming for a long time and then get paid. After that we can start making big moves down here, especially after this bitch is stuck in recovery." she says as she grabs my hair and lifts my head up to show them my state before throwing me back into the dirty alleyway floor.

"Fine. Still gonna have our fun though." Someone says kicking me in the back, the bruises that were already beginning to form from earlier assaults making the pain much worse.

I feel emotions rising again, but I don't shed tears for them. That would just make them happy. Instead I hold out and hope for this to be over soon; for the pain to just stop already. But a part that I try to bury down still sticks to my mind. A part of me that fears that this won't end, that they won't stop, they'll get carried away or change there minds.

'What if I die here?' the thought runs through my head as someone else decides to join in and get their hits in. The pain not getting any better, and only escalating as I scream out from behind my bindings.

"AAAAMMMMMPPPHHH!!!"

Powder Pov

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" Ekko asks as we dance together as the music plays and people party and mingle around us.

"Two things. First, Y/n and I talked and she said some things that really touched me and open something up in me. So, I want to present the power cell with you. As partners, like you said you wanted to; before I walked off on you like a bitch. Sorry about that by the way." I say, feeling a little guilty now that I think back on when Ekko first asked me and I got upset at him.

"Really!? That's great! And you don't have to apologize for being upset. You were going through some things. We all do. But are you sure? You really want to do this with me?" he asks which makes me smile.

"Yes. I really do. I-I don't want to be stuck. I was scared of messing it all up and screwing things up for you too. I thought I would fail at it all..... but then Y/n talked to me. I'm still scared, but if I fail, I want to work through it. I wanna push forward and keep trying. I want to do that with you, Ekko." I admit, and he smiles and we lean into each other and have an intimate moment together on the dance floor.

Ignoring a random whistle and comment towards us from someone who is probably drunk as shit, even though the party just started.

We pull apart and continue dancing; holding each other close and I feel a weight be lifted off my shoulders. Finally feeling..... free.

"You don't know just how happy that makes me Powder. I promise you won't regret it," he says with determination in hus voice making me smile at his steeled resolve, "And the second thing?" He asks, making me a little nervouse.

"Right. So y'know how we said we would talk about our "thing" with Y/n tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Why?" he asks as he furrows his brows.

"Well when Y/n talked with me she said some things that were really touching and meaningful and then something inside me was just like 'Oh shit. I love her,' sooooo I may have kiiiiiiisssed heeer" I say as I shrink back slightly, afraid that he will be mad.

"......Okay." he says casually which makes me stunned and we stop dancing.

"Wha?"

"Okay. Surprisingly, I'm not mad."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Usually I would, but this is Y/n we're talking about. We both know we have a "thing" for her, and I honestly don't mind," he explains making me relax more as I hold his hands, "Is that weird?" He asks and I take a moment to genuinely think on it before answering.

"No, at least, I don't think it is. Even if it were the other way around, I don't think I would be mad either. As long as it's her," I say as I think back on those beautiful words that Y/n let spill from her lips. Her soft lips, "She makes me feel a certain way. Just like you. She brings something out of me that I didn't know was there." I say, and I hear Ekko chuckle.

"I know. She's also kind." "Caring too." "Loves Isha." "Always wants to help." "Cute too." "More like hot as fuck."

We bounce off of each other as we list the things we have grown to love about Y/n in just a month of knowing her. I smile and think back fondly on all the times we spent with Y/n and Isha. Just living life happily together.

"I love her, Ekko."

"I love her too." He says and we both stand there, two idiots in love with someone and wanting to bring her into our lives.

"You think.... You think she might feel the same way?" I ask him with hope in my voice.

"I don't know. You're the one who kissed her. You tell me." he says with a laugh.

"Well she didn't push me away, but she also didn't kiss back, although I think that's mostly because she was in shock. You should have seen her face."

"I got a glimpse of it when you two came back. Looked like her brain was fried" he says and we both laugh a little at that, "Since we're on the topic; how was it? The kiss?"

"It wa-"

"Hey you two!" I am interrupted by being pulled into a tight hug by none other than my sister Vi.

"Hey sis." I say in a strained voice.

"Happy you made it." Ekko says, his voice also strained and I see Cait shaking her head over Vi's shoulder.

"Of course we made it! This is a big night! Sevika's here too, but she went straight to the bar for a drink." Vi says as she somehow squeezes us tighter.

"Sweetie, you're gonna kill them if you hold them any tighter," Cait says, making Vi let go and take a step back, "You two looked like you were in a good mood. I'm guessing the energy cell was a success?" Cait asks.

"You know it. I already have it on display and ready for Powder and I to present to investors and the judges." Ekko says, making Vi perk up at the mention of my name.

"Together?" Vi asks, and both she and Cait look towards me expectantly so I give them a nod, making them both brighten up more, "That's great! Amazing! So are you two are going into this as partners?" Vi says excitedly making me smile at her encouragement.

"Of course. It's like what Y/n said. We're gonna rattle the stars." I say as I think back on those beautiful words that reached and touched such a deep part of me.

Suddenly I feel something ram into my lower back, almost throwing me off balance, begore quickly turning aroundto see Isha in a new frilly dress. Looking very happy.

"Isha! Look at you! When did you become royalty?" I ask as I kneel down to get a better look at her and she does a twirl to show off her dress to us.

"I didn't know Isha was a princess. Cupcake, why didn't you say anything?" Vi says jokingly and get's a pinch on her arm.

"I'm not a princess, and my family isn't royalty. We just collected a lot of influence over all of the years." Cait defends herself.

"So, basically royalty then." Ekko says, making the rest of us chuckle as I pick up Isha, and Caut sighs in defeat.

"Ekko! Powder! There you guys are, I've been looking for you two," I hear and turn to see Mylo and he does a double take at Vi and Cait, "Oh, hey! Good to see you two made it."

"What did you need?" I ask.

"Just wanted to let you know there's already some high profile looking people eyeing your energy cell, if you wanted to leave some early impressions on some investor's before the competition. Claggor is already showing off our plant. See?." he says as he points in a direction and we see Claggor showing off their invention to some people.

"Shouldn't you be with him?" Ekko asks and Mylo burshes it off and blows a rasberry.

"That's more of Claggor's thing. I'm better off mingling with the ladies." he says smugly and obviously eyeing at Gert on stage.

"You're such an idiot" I say as I shake my head, before feeling Ekko grab my hand as Vi tries to give him some advice on what not to do with women.

"Wanna make an impression?" Ekko asks and I look at Isha who nods her head happily.

"That looks like a yes. But first; hey sis! Cait!," I call to them and grab their attention, "Can you ask Y/n to meet us at Ekko's display? She helped us make it too, so I want her to be there when we show it off. That's fine, right?" I ask Ekko and get a nod.

"No problem! Where is she amyway? You four Are usually always hanging out together." she says with implication in her voice.

"She was sitting at the bar the last time we saw her. She should still be there," I say before adding on more thing, "And if she looks like she's in shock or contemplating something. That's fine. Just send her our way." I say we start walking away to where I would presume Ekko's display is.

"Don't worry, we'll find her." Cait says reassuringly before we start heading to the power cell; it already having people inspecting it.

"You ready?" Ekko asks me and I nod.

"Always."

Caitlyn Pov

"Can you believe it, Cupcake? Powder is gonna present with Ekko! She's finally gonna get out there and show off to the world." Vi says excitedly. Which I understand completely considering all the times I've heard about Powder holding herself back.

"She looked happy. I wonder what made her so confident to try now?"

"I'm willin' to bet it's her and Ekko's latest eye candy," Vi says with a smirk, "Those two are lovesick if you ask me." she says as we look for the girl in question around the bar area.

'Who would've thought an investigation would lead to a new addition of our family and friends.' I think back to just a month ago when we first met Y/n in this bar. I was slightly scared of her then, but afterwards she showed a much mofe gentle side of her. One that cared and laughed.

"Vi! Cait! It's good to see you two made it!" Vander calls out as he finishes serving a handful of people.

"Of course we made it. We wouln't miss such a big night." Vi says as we approach the counter.

"I saw you two lookin' around the bar. Somethin' wrong?" he asks sounding concerned.

"Nothing at all. We were just looking for Y/n. Powder and Ekko want her there with them to present their power cell, and said she should be here. Probably in an unusual state too, but Powder said that's fine." I explain to get rid of his worries.

"Oh, good. Don't need trouble on such a goon night. Last I saw she looked freaked out about somethin' before going out the back door for a breather. Though I don't know where she went afterwards, Silco and I got busy once the party started kickin' up."

"Thank you. We'll go check to see if she's still out there." I say as I glancs at Vi and nod towards the door, before making our way there.

Once outside and in the alleyway that the door leads to, we do a quick scan around to see if she's here.

"Damn. Not here either. You don't think she got drunk and wandered off do you?" Vi asks me with some worry in her voice.

"No. Vander would have told us if she drank. I also don't think he would have let her out here on her own is she was drunk."

"That's true. He wouldn't risk that on any of us." She says as she goes deeper into the alley to see if she might be nearby, and I head the opposite way towards the main street.

As I walk, I suddenly hear a small wet sound when I take a step.

'It didn't rain today.'

I take a step back and look down before kneeling to get a closer look. My eyes widen slightly at what I knew was blood. My shoe making a print of it and some drops of it surrounding the area I stepped

"You got something over there Cupcake?" Vi asks, but I don't respond. Trying not to panic.

'It could be from anything.' I thought before spotting something familiar laying near a trash bin.

"Cupcake? You okay?" Vi asks now behind me, but I get up and quickly walk towards the object and pick it up. My eyes widening.

Y/n's helmet. No doubt about it with the bunny ears Isha drew on it. It's dented in the back and I turn back to Vi, her now leaning down inspecting the blood before looking up at me and her eyes widen in fear just like my own at the helmet before looking into my eyes. We have a wordless conversation through our eyes before rushing back inside.

Y/n was in danger.

Powder Pov

"With this, it should produce a much more effecient power cell. Both for long-term use and energy efficiency. We...." Ekko continues to explain to people that have shown interest in the energy cell. It's been going great. Isha seemed to like the attention when we mentioned how she along with Y/n helped us with putting it together. Speaking of.

'Where is she?'

It shouln't be taking this long for Vi and Cait to find her. Unless Y/n herself didn't want to come, but they would have told us if Y/n refused.

I take a glance around the bar and try to see if I can spot her when I see Vi and Cait rushing in through the back door, not caring to close it. I see them rush over to the bar and immediately grabbing Dad, Silco, Sevika and Benzo's attention, as I see fear on their faces. My heart starts beating faster at their expressions and only get's worse when I see the other three's expressions go from shocked to fear.

I hold Isha closer at that and tighten my hold on Ekko's hand and give it a tug to the side.

"Um, could you give us one second?," Ekko asks them before stepping aside with Isha and I, "Powder, what's wrong?" he asks and I only nod towards the bar and he looks to see what I see. Isha noticing as well.

We move forward to try and get a better look at what's happening through the crowd, and I spot something in Cait's hands. Something I recognize immediately as we get a better angle.

"Y/n's helmet." Ekko says for me with with worry in his voice.

I see a dent in the back of it and look up and see that Cait has spotted us. She doesn't need to say anything for me to know what happened. I can see it in her eyes.

Y/n was attacked, and by her absence took also her.

'Someone kidnapped Y/n.'

Something inside me awakens at that thought. I don't care. Y/n was taken away. We need to get her back.

I need her.

We need her.

Reader Pov

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? I don't know. All I feel is pain and exhaustion as I lay limp in a dirty alley. I tried to grt away from it all and dissasociate, but the pain is too much. My throat feels strained from all the yelling and screaming.

"Alright! I think that's enough. We gotta move before someone finds us here," Their boss says, but I feel a foot apply weight on my braced leg. I only groan in pain as I am too tired and in too much pain to scream, "I said enough! Anymore and you'll kill her."

"And!? This bitch has had this coming for a long time!" The man from earlier yells out.

"Because then we can't get paid, remember? We got our payback; now we get paid." Their boss says again.

"I say we off her here and now. Bitch deserves it." A different woman says and I hear some murmurs of agreement from the others.

"Are you guys crazy!? We do that and the enforcers will come down on us harder than they already are now!" Their boss says, trying to regain authority, but it doesn't sound like it's going well.

"She's the reason why they're hitting us as hard as they're in the first place! What happens after she recovers and comes for us!?" the other woman says, getting more murmurs of agreement.

"I say we send a message." I hear the guy from earlier say. I start panicking as I see someone hand him my shovel that was taken off of me and start walking towards me.

"Hey! This is not the plan!," Their boss tries to step in front of me to stop him, but is blocked by others and moved aside, "Are you guys serious!? If you do this we're fucked!"

I try to get up to run or fight. To at least do something, but I'm too tired and in too much pain. I can only hardly push myself up with my arms before being stomped on my back.

'This is it? Dead in a fucking alleyway?,' I thought as I am kicked to roll over on my back. The others all cheering the man on as he steps over me, 'Maybe this is the cost? Time letting me face the consequences of my actions,' I barely stare up at the man as he lifts my shovel high over his head. Ready to bring it down onto me, 'As long as they live.' I try to accept, but then the memories come running back to me.

Talking with Vander, Silco and Benzo.

Listening to Heimerdinger play toons on the street.

Messing around with Claggor and Mylo.

Having tea with Cait and Vi.

Sevika showing her tough love.

Going out with Powder, Ekko and Isha.

Talking, laughing, caring and living.

'I want to live.'

I move my head last second and the shovel imapcts the ground next to my head and I use as much strength as I can muster curl up and kick him away. I use the force of the kick to roll over onto my feet and try to run in the confusion, but don't make it far. Someone manages to trip me and I fall down again.

"Damn! She still has some fight left in her! Not enough luck though!" The guy says with a laugh as I try to get up, but I get stomped on my leg.

"Stop! If you do this we're done for!" their boss, or maybe former boss, tries again to stop him but is stopped.

I can only look over my shoulder as the man with my shovel stands over me again and raises it high.

'At least I tri-'

*BANG*

"AAAGH Shit!" The man yells as he drops the shovel and blood spills from his hand. I look forward and see Cait and Vi there.

"Drop your weapons now! Or else!," Cait yells out orders, but no one moves. She shoots near one's head and only barely misses, "I'm not asking again! Drop! Them!," she commands them and they follow orders this time, "Back away from her to the end of the alley! Now!" she says and I glance back to see them continuing to follow orders.

I hear Cait and Vi get closer to me and I can only make brief eye contact with Vi before they move to stand between me any kidnappers. I hear people running from where Cait and Vi arrived and look forward again.

"Cait! Vi! What happ-......" I feel a wave of relief go through me as I hear Powder's voice and see Ekko next to her with Claggor and Mylo behind her.

They rush over and untie my restraints before gently turning me over after seeing my state. Powder gently lifts my head to lay it on her lap instead of the cold floor and brushes some hair from my face. I can't help but let tears fall now and cry. I turn myself into her and she holds me close; not too tight because of my bruised body.

"Someone get her gun." Vi says and Ekko is quick to respond and get's it from the floor and brings it back to Powder and I. Handing it to Powder to hold onto.

"Kids! What's goin' on!?," I hear Vander's voice now, rushing towards us and I peak out from my embrace with Powder to see him, Silco and Sevika. Vander is wearing his old gauntlets. They give me concerned looks before staring down the alley at the thugs on the other end, "What happened." Vander says, sounding more like a command than a question.

"They were going to kill her. We got here right before that guy was about to cave her head in." Vi answers and I feel Powder stiffen at that. I feel her hold on me only tighten a little. Not too much to hurt me, but just to have me closer.

"Ekko." She says and no other words are exchanged. He looks over at the thugs, specifically at the one bleeding from his hand before he picks up my shovel from the floor.

He walks forward and before the guy can step back Ekko swings the shovel at him, knocking him to the ground; the others backing away from the sudden outburst.

"Wait! Wai-" he's cut off as Ekko doesn't stop. He keeps beating on the guy on the ground. No one tries to stop him. Not even Cait; who keeps her rifle aimed at the other thugs.

"Wait, he doesn't ha-" I try to protest through a strained voice, but Powder just cradles my head closer to not see what's happening.

"Shhh. It's okay. Don't worry about it. Everythings okay now." she says as I hear the guy's yells and screams and Ekko beating him senseless. I hear bones break, blood leaking and more screams.

"Stop! He's had enough!," I hear their boss say, but Ekko doesn't stop. He ignores her and keeps going. I feel one of Powder's arm loosen and peak out to see the woman go step forward to grab Ekko, "Sto-" *BANG*

I hear a familiar gunshot. Not from Cait. Powder's arm with my gun in hand is extended out towards the woman. Powder shot her. The woman drops dead and I stare in shock at her corpse, before Powder wraps her arm around me to hold me close again. Ekko continuing to beat a man to death; his screams and yells getting weaker. I hear the breaking of bones and blood being spilled. No one stops him.

"Wh- Why did you....."

"It's fine. They deserve it." she says in a certain tone that sounds too familiar. Too much like Jinx.

I'm overwhelmed by emotions. Too much happening for me to know what to do. Eventually Ekko finally stops and I can hear his labored breathes.

"We-We won't resist arrest. We'll go to Stillwater!" I hear a thug says and getting no protests from the others.

"Vander. Y'know what needs to happen right?" I hear Silco ask, "They hurt one of ours. They were going to kill her." he continues in that cold tone I know all too well.

A few seconds goes by before I hear Vander's heavy footsteps walk forward towards where I know Ekko is.

"You're done here, Ekko. Kids! Take her home."

"What!? Dad, they were going to kill her! If Cait and I di-"

"There might be others who might try something Vi. Take her home," Vander says again as Ekko walks over Powder and I, "We'll handle the rest."

"What!? We'll turn ourselves in! We won't bother he-" the voice is cut off by a loud impact.

'What are they doing!?'

"Come on, let's go home." Ekko says as he picks me up gently and I can only get a peak over his shoulder at what is happening. I see another dead body in front of Vander, there head looking like it was caved in. Powder runs a hand through my hair before gently coaxing my head to lean into Ekko.

"Don't worry about them Y/n. Get rest." she says as if there isn't a massacre about to happen.

As we leave Vander, Slico and Sevika in the alley with the rest of the thugs, I can feel my exhaustion taking over. The screams and yells being left in the distance. My eyelids grow heavy before I have no choice but to sleep. Too tired and hurt to fully process anything that is happening.

"It's okay. You're safe now. Just rest. Isha is waiting for you back home." Powder says softly before I finally drift off into sleep.

Hope you enjoyed. And hopefully 2025 is a good year for everyone. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

[stxrryskys]

Idk gang sometimes I just wanna be manhandled 😔 anyways can u do manhandling HCS for the MW crew? Including Anya cuz I feel like she's stronger than let on.

AHHH I LOVE THIS WHAT THE FREAK SAGE!!

C/W : Mating press, dirty talk, pet names, drooling?, oral (F receiving), over stimulation,degradation, and..man handling..obv

and I think thats it😣😣, not proofread!! Enjoy!

Daisuke:

He was just a baby!! He never thought he'd have you in such a compromising postiton like this

The one thing he wants to do in life is make his girlfriend feel good so when you came to him about how you'd want him to be more rough in bed he did his research, he searched some positions and some things to say that would satisfy you

So when you guys were fucking he had you in ... Mating press, you weren't flexible so you had to admit it was kinda painful at first but the pleasure of his cock hammering in and out of you

"A-am I doing - good? "

"Mhm- fuck Daisuke I'm gonna-" when you came on his cock he just kept going and it was almost to much..

Curly:

He's a big guy, a really big guy, and he's always so gentle with you, part of you wished he'd just throw you down on your bed and just rock your shit, in a sexual sense that is. You had talked to curly about it on a couple of occasions and he's stated that the thought of hurting you makes him uncomfortable, and you understand that and the last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.

Today you had a plan, you would act insanely bratty at dinner with his coworkers to yknow.. Make him crack.

"Uh.. Boss will you uh? Excuse us? " his eye was practically twitching and he grabbed your arm, forcing you to follow him to the bathroom.

"This was your plan huh? Act like a fucking brat until I what? Take you to the bathroom and fuck you? " he locked the stall and whisper yelled and propped you up on the sink

"... Depends.. Are you gonna fuck me in the bathroom? "

He scoffed loudly and flipped your dress up, your damp panties in his view

"Shit- fucking slut.. " he muttered

"What did you just call me? "

"I said you were a fucking slut" he pulled your panties down to you ankles and you just bit your lip, this was really happening

10 minutes went by and he couldn't care less about the people at the dinner table, he was just focused on fucking you, his hand over your mouth as he abused your tight cunt, spreading your legs to the point where it hurt, regardless of the conversations you guys had before he was really enjoying himself..

Needless to say he will definitely do this again

Jimmy:

We all know he likes being rough with you, and tonight was no different.

He had a rough day, he was so sick and fucking tired of people always praising curly, always congratulating curly, the only good thing in his life was you. You always praised him, you always congratulated him. He was missing you so he clocked out early just to see you.

"Babe? " he walked into your shared home and tossed his shoes off and began looking around for you, he walked into your shared bedroom and there you were, fingers in your cunt, pumping in and out of you.

"Jeez you could've invited me"

3 hours later and your head is pushed into your pillow, drool dribbling down your chin, Jimmy abusing your cervix from behind with his cock

Anya:

she loves eating your pussy... Like LOVES, so when she came back from a stressful work day at the hospital she was looking for a way to calm down.

You were laying on the couch and she got home, slammed the door, took off her jacket and stormed up to you and grabbed your arm tightly, made you get up off the couch and dragged you to your shared bedroom, she wasn't usually this rough so it was like a different side of her, she must've had a tough day.

She practically pushed you onto the bed and practically ripped off your pj pants

"No panties.. It's almost like you were waiting for me"

She gripped your thighs and forced them apart, the wetness of your pussy already pooling under you.

"Can- can I just- please? " she basically begged

"Yeah- of course my love-ah-! " as soon as you said yes she began to DEVOUR you, she was eating your pussy like she hadnt eaten in ages, and she probably didnt, this was gonna be a looooong night.

THANK YOU FOR READING, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.. also if you reblog also comment.. I wanna know your thoughts!

[partycatty]

BRO IDK WHAT TO REQUEST LOL IDK HOW TO ASK THIS, BUT COULD YOU WRITE SOME SLEEPY JOHNNY CAGE FLUFF, Like just tooth rottingly sweet johnny like idk i just want to love on him when he's sleepy and just say sweet shit to him like, idk whatever you want to write, you're fucking great at doing it so I'll let you be the boss. ily.

johnny cage > long hours

the production of his new movie leaves johnny feeling exhausted 24/7... and clingy.

warnings: idk this is probably ass, it's really short

notes: i am once again inviting you to my discord server!

[ masterlist ]

• johnny's new job - writing and directing his new mortal kombat movie - had taken a toll on him, that much was evident. he'd be gone for long hours, returning disheveled and half awake, and the first thing he'd do was come to you.

• you were his rock, sometimes even his caffeine boost due to the pure excitement he felt locking eyes with you. johnny expressed multiple times - sometimes even in his sleep - that you were his greatest motivator and prize when it came to coming home. he loved you, and he loved you hard.

• this particular night, it had reached close to three in the morning when you finally heard the front doorknob jiggle. setting down your book, you pad your way down the stairs and to the foyer. you were already in your pajamas, always ready to pass out when he'd come home. he'd never ask you to, but you're always willing to stay up until he makes a safe return.

• his coat is thrown onto the floor, bag discarded onto a bench, and johnny climbs right up against you, nuzzling into your neck with heavy breaths. even while standing, he's cuddling you, breathing in your scent and nearly climbing into your skin.

• "missed you," he hums, the vibration tickles your neck. "a lot."

• "i missed you too, big guy," you rub circles into his back, tilting your head to better slot his face into your neck. "how's about bed, mm?"

• "too far," he groans, his arms wrapping themselves around your middle and pulling you impossibly closer. "couch."

• johnny's hands roam across your middle, clinging onto fistfuls of your pajama shirt with all his remaining strength. you walk him back, falling back onto the couch. johnny happily obliges to the change, laying directly on top of you.

• "you're gonna squish me to death," you teasingly warn him, running a hand up and down his back. "you're heavy."

• he whines a long, complaining whine, peppering kisses to your jaw. "s'okay," he murmurs, lips dragging along your cheek. "i squish you... s'okay..." you realize he's not entirely present in the moment, relishing in your warmth. maybe he deserves this moment of squishing.

• he's all muscle, his weight pressing into you not enough to cause pain but enough for you to be slightly winded. johnny rubs his face against yours, humming contentedly.

• "i love you," he breathes, his stubble scratching you. "my favorite thing... ever."

• "i love you too, superstar," you respond, breathless. a hand finds his hair, raking through it gently while applying pressure to his scalp. he moans at the feeling. "you work so hard, you know that?"

• "mhm."

• "and you're strong."

• "i am?" his voice is weak, teetering on the edge of babytalk. he knows the answer, he just prefers you to say it.

• "so strong," you reply, chuckling to yourself at his vulnerability. "the strongest." your other hand traces around his back, feeling each dip and bump of the muscles he worked so hard to achieve.

• "mmh," he can only hum in response, tucking his arms underneath you to hold you tighter. "you're so nice to me."

• "of course i am," you agree, patting his back. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. i know i'll always have you by my side, and i know we're apart often nowadays but i know it's because you're working on your movie. this is huge for you, and i'll always support you, my love. you're my favorite, i hope i make it clear every waking moment i ca-" you hear faint snoring.

• johnny has fully fallen asleep, snoring into your neck and body now fully pressed against you. you didn't blame him, you had gone on a tangent when he was barely there to begin with. he's been working hard, maybe too hard. perhaps you could convince him to take a day off sometime soon. you're due for a date, not just a nap-on-the-couch date. you suppose this was your new sleeping location for the night, and so your eyes flutter shut as your repetitive stroking of his hair fades away. the two of you pass out on the couch, cherishing what little time you're given with the love of your life.

[queenbrucewayne]

Cold Hearted

A/n: another inspiration that came randomly, also long again…

Gun fire… it just wouldn’t be a typical Gotham day without a bit of gunfire.

The party you were at was a simple gala hosted by some deep pockets that the company you were working for invited you too.

All things were going well, and folks were dancing and talking all the way from ceos to political figures and smaller employees. Until Mr Freeze came crashing the party…

A lot of people scattered around and a few even made it out of the venue before the other guys that followed him with the guns came shooting in the air.

You were lucky enough to get out of the main room towards the kitchen, keeping a low profile from the panic in the main room.

Maybe there was a back door, a different way to leave and notify the police if they weren’t already on their way.

Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and came in two men with guns, they had a man who’s face you couldn’t see following them with another two men with guns behind him.

“You really should’ve thought twice about playing hero Mr Wayne.” One of the said.

Mr Wayne? Your boss?… great.

They hadn’t notice your presence yet, hiding behind one of the kitchen shelves. You crouched down lower, looking around for something to help, but you were basically gonna be actually bringing a knife to a gun fight.

“Hey!” Jumping back you got scared as the sudden voice from behind you shouted. Where the hell did this guy come from?

You tried to back peddle away from him, but it was useless. He quickly grabbed you by the hair and dragged you to the other group of men along with Mr Wayne.

“Found a straggler.” He threw you down, almost causing you to some your head against the floor, but lucky you stopped yourself.

A few men laughed, you also heard a couple of them whistle.

Feeling an arm around you, glancing up through your dis shuffled hair was Mr Wayne. He was bent down trying to get a look at your face to see if you were injured.

Smiling gently, you moved your hair out of the way, nodding to him that you were fine. He helped you up even though you didn’t really need it, you were grateful nonetheless.

“We really don’t have time for this. Turn around walk to the freezer.” The man standing in front of us directly was waving his gun in the direction behind us to the kitchen freezer.

“I’m sure this isn’t necessary, we can all go out to the main room with everyone else.” Mr Wayne took a step closer to the man.

The man smiled at him, but it wasn’t friendly. He then took a pistol from his waist and shot it at you, the bullet grazed your arm. You cried out, falling to the floor, you held your arm as the pain hit you all at once.

“I wasn’t asking for opinions.”

Mr Wayne quickly dropped down in front of you, putting his hand over yours that was already covered in blood from the wound.

His expression was hard to read, it was a mix between worry and something else… anger maybe? There was a dark look to him you didn’t know he was capable of, it kind of scared you…

“Can you stand?” Just like that the expression was gone and all that was left was concern. His voice was gentle and soft, absolutely nothing like how he just looked.

You nodded, feeling the sting feeling that came from standing up. Even though your legs were fine, any sort of movement was bringing pain to your arm.

Mr Wayne held you close to him, still holding your wound that still hadn’t stopped bleeding. You both walked towards the freezer, opening it slightly, he stopped, looking back to the men behind you.

The man raised his gun again, which was all that was needed to move forward. The blast of freezing air consumed you, it was sorta helping with the feeling of your shoulder but not that much.

When you both turned around the men smiled back at you. Then the door closed, locking you both in…

Bruce tried to push on the door, but it was absolutely pointless. You could tell he knew that too. He sighed, clearly frustrated.

You had found an empty crate to sit on, still holding your arm tightly you sat down, ignoring the sudden chill it brought to your thighs.

Turning around, Bruce looked down at you. He instantly took off his blazer he was wearing and wrapped it around you. Crouched down in front of you, he gently put his hand on your wrist. “Do you mind if I look at it?”

“No, I don’t mind..” you slowly removed your hand that was covering your shoulder. Hissing slightly as the pain came thru again.

Looking up at you he stopped. Once you nodded you were okay, he continued to really try and get a look at your shoulder.

You weren’t sure what the hell kind of medical experience he had, but you did know that his father used to be a doctor, maybe he learned something from that. Although the idea seemed silly, he definitely looked like he knew what he was doing.

“Just a graze, the bleeding makes it seem worse then it actually is. I don’t doubt it hurts though.” He looked back to you, then looking at your dress. “I’m going to do something, don’t worry, I’ll pay for the damages.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he took hold of the bottom of your dress, ripping a long piece of fabric off.

“Oh..” you we’re a bit disappointed since you did just buy it yesterday, but when you saw him use the cloth to wrap around your shoulder, there wasn’t much you could argue about.

Once he finished, the wound was covered and the bleeding stopped for now. It was a bit tight but you knew that was needed to prevent anymore blood spilling.

You looked to his white shirt that was now stained, along with his hands and even some blood got on his pants.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, you almost didn’t catch it.

“Sorry? What for?” They were probably alive because of him.

“I got you shot.” He stated, looking up at you.

“Oh… Mr Wayne, you didn’t get me shot, you were trying to help.”

“So much for that.” He mumbled.

“You weren’t holding the gun, and it’s just a graze, I should be good to go once help comes.” You tried to sound optimistic, which definitely was hard to do locked in a freezer.

It definitely felt colder then before, you weren’t sure if it was because you both had been here for awhile now, or the temperature had actually dropped.

“It’s colder.” He commented. Standing up, he looked around and found the temp reader. “Negative eighteen… it’s dropping.”

“Dropping? Why would it be getting colder unless-“

“They planned to freeze us from the beginning.” Looking around, he looked up to the two huge fans that were blowing near the ceiling. “I gotta break those fans, it’s only making it worse.”

Looking up at the blowing fans, you knew he was right, the closer you were to them was even worse then near the door. “How? Throw a turkey at it?” You joked.

You made eye contact with him, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Sorry… I’m not helping.”

He shook his head, “you’re in pain, and freezing, if anything you’re actually pretty calm given the situation.”

“Yeah… I guess I am.” Thinking of the alternative of what could happen, this situation didn’t seem so bad. “Could’ve been worse..”

Stacking a few crates, he was already reaching for the fans, working on trying to ether break them or turn them off. “Oh yeah?” He finally popped the panal off. “And what is worse then turning into a snowman?” He teased. The fans suddenly stopped, a small success for now.

“Being alone with them.” You said simply. When he didn’t say anything back, you looked up to him, your eyes widened at the look he was giving you.

His face had that expression from before, a scary look from a man who was always smiling for the public. You didn’t wanna know what he was thinking, so you cleared your throat. “But you were here, so it all worked out…” you laughed nervously.

Getting down from the crates, he sat down across from you. Rubbing his hands together, he blowed on them probably trying to warm them after being so close the fans.

“Here.” You leaned forward, taking his hands in yours. Since the both of you were cold, you weren’t even sure if this was helping. Pulling his hands towards your mouth, you started to blow hot air on top them, hoping that would help even the slightest.

Doing that for a few minutes, you finally looked up to see him staring down at you. Just then the thought of what you were doing made you nervous. Pulling back you placed your hands onto your lap, looking away from him and to anything else. “Uh… sorry.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “It’s okay, that kinda helped.”

“How long do you think we’ve been in here for?” You wondered.

He glanced down at his watch, “probably twenty minutes. If I had to guess how long till help comes, maybe an hour?”

“An hour!?” You looked back to him, “could we even survive an hour in here?”

He looked back to the temperature reader, it was getting lower. “Not if the temp keeps lowering. The fans being off helped, but it didn’t do anything to make the the temp rise.”

“How wonderful. I’ve always wanted to be like Elsa.” You rolled your eyes.

“We’ll get outta here. What kind of boss would I be if I let one of my employees freeze to death when pay day is tomorrow.” He looked back to you.

“Was… was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?” You smiled. Seeing his mood become a little lighter.

He shrugged, “thought you would use some distraction, maybe take your mind off the pain.”

“Actually… it doesn’t really hurt anymore.. I think my arms went numb.”

Looking more concerned now, he brought one of his hands to the side of your arm. “You can’t feel that?”

You shook your head no, which only made him worry more. Standing up, he started to unbutton his collared shirt.

“Woah! Uh what are you doing?” You asked, looking away from him.

“Body heat, it’s the only thing that’ll make us last longer, it’s gonna be the waiting game until someone finds us.” He pulled the crate he was sitting on closer now, placing it right in front of yours.

You still hadn’t turned to look at him. Moving your legs to spread open since he had moved the crate right in-front of you now. You heard him sit back down so now he was only a few inches from you.

“Hey… I know this might be uncomfortable, but this is the best option.” He sounded so sweet, probably being fully aware of how this was indeed going to be uncomfortable, but he was still right.

“Okay.. just as long as it’s not brought up at the next conference meeting.”

He knew you were joking to make yourself feel better. Truth be told he wasn’t sure when help would come, by now the signal he sent Alfred earlier should’ve made it thru and the police would’ve been contacted. However, the time it took to find you both was unforeseen. All he could do is help you last as long as possible.

Scooting closer, he wrapped both his arms around your neck, trying to avoid any pressure on your injured shoulder. The height difference with you two wasn’t exactly ideal, especially when his goal was to put as much of his open skin on you.

“You’re gonna have to probably straddle me.” He said.

You just about choked, “Uhhhh, excuse me?”

“You’re shorter then me, if all I can do is warm your neck, there’s really no point, you need to be closer and you being a similar height will be easier. Also….” He hesitated for a moment, not sure how you would feel on what he was gonna say next. “Your dress…”

You were confused for a second, wondering what was wrong with your dress….and then. “Oh…”

He sighed, “you know what I’m asking?”

You nodded, trying to hide your face to keep him from seeing your embarrassment. “Body heat… so the dress. Okay, I get it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You really shouldn’t apologize, you’re trying to save us.. I need to just grow up… we’re both adults.” It was taking a lot for you to control your heart rate at this point.

“No. It’s completely understandable. It definitely goes against every HR guideline ever made.” He was trying to lighten the mood again.

“HR guidelines probably don’t have a loophole for near death experiences… so I guess I can’t complain too much.”

“Here, take off the blazer first, I have an idea.” He said, pulling his hands back he waited for you to slip off the blazer.

Once you had it off you handed it to him to hold. And now, the dress... "Uh, could you maybe....the zipper?"

"Yeah, of course." Reaching behind you, he undid the hook on your zipper, and then he pulled it down about half way. If this wasn't a freezer and you two weren't sitting on wicker crates waiting to freeze to death; this would probably be a super sexy, intimate moment.

"Thanks." you mumbled. Slipping your arms from the dress, it fell to your waist, you were thankful in that moment you wore a bra. The chill quickly reached the now open skin, although it truly wasn't any worse than what you were already feeling. "Okay, now what?"

Taking the jacket he had in his hands, he pulled it around your shoulders like before, however this time instead of you putting your arms through the sleeves, he pulled you closer, gripping your thighs to be wrapped around his waist. You were almost sitting on his lap at this point, your chest pressed up against his.

"Wrap your arms around me."

So you did. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you slid your hands up his back. and under his white dress shirt. You didn't really feel around, but you could've sworn you felt scarring, not really expecting it just made you wonder what it was that could’ve caused such damage.

Just then he finally moved his arms under yours, taking you by surprise he had basically lifted you up to bring you closer. Now you were sitting on his lap... great...

Now that his arms were behind your back, he took the blazer and slipped his arms through the sleeves, pushing it all the way up so the collar was now to the back of your neck and the inside of the blazer was covering you from behind. Once it was pulled up as tightly as he could get it, he hugged you against him.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you started to feel the bit of body heat he was producing. You hoped he was feeling some of yours as well.

"Surprisingly, it's kinda working." You said, surprised at how quickly it made a difference.

"You thought I was just doing all of this to get you undressed? I know better to buy a lady dinner first." He teased.

You tried to laugh, but it came out rough, causing you to cough. He instantly took notice, turning his head down to look at you.

"How is the pain?"

You shook your head, "It doesn't hurt anymore, nothing is really hurting anymore."

"I don't think feeling nothing is a good thing." He commented, taking a quick look at the thermostat. It got lower again. Damn it...

"Man, I thought heat was supposed to make you sleepy, not the cold." You yawned.

"You're tired?" He asked.

"Yeah, probably should've had that extra coffee today." you were mostly joking, but you felt him stiffen.

"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep. Keep talking, sing, just don't sleep." He urged.

"Why not? What would happen?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, probably thinking he shouldn't really say anything. "You might not wake up."

You became still, not really knowing what to say to that. He must have noticed your change of behavior, because you felt him hold you tighter.

"That's not going to happen, you're going to keep talking, help will come, common, tell me a bit more about yourself. Lets start with your name..."

"Right, my name. Uh... Y/n."

"Good, nice to meet you. I'm Bruce."

You laughed again, it was raspy and barley audible. "Funny."

"How long have you worked at the company?" He kept going, glancing at his watch. It's been about forty-five minutes...

"Two years, and...a month... How did you know I worked for you?" You struggled to get the words out, your teeth were chattering now.

"I recognize you from all the charity and gala conferences. You're normally keeping notes that the director should be doing."

"Wow, you really pay attention to detail."

"I've known for a few weeks now, you have way better hand writing then he does." More light hearted jokes.

"Heh, does this mean I get a gold star?"

Bruce laughed, his chest was the only bit of movement you could actually feel left. The wound couldn't even be felt anymore, your feet were a lost cause, and who knew how many fingers you had at the moment.

"I'll give you a whole damn trophy, just keep talking."

Nothing sounded better right now than a nice nap. You closed your eyes, bringing yourself closer to his neck. Just a bit warmer.

"I just wanna say, Mr Wayne-"

"Bruce."

"Bruce... All things considered, you aren't the worst person in the world to die with." Your voice was just about gone now, it was getting harder now every word seemed like a workout.

"You're not going to die, we have a conference in a few days, I expect you to take lead. Keep taking. What's your favorite tv show?" He kept pushing it. "What do you do on the weekends?"

"This is the worst game of twenty questions."

"Jokes. Good, keep going."

"I have this neighbor, he says he doesn't break "my flower pots, but i know he does. I've seen it." You start to stutter, "I know some people are just mean for no reason, but my poor pots."

"What a jerk, I'll go with you after this, we can both give him a piece of our minds." He heard you laugh, it was a good sign.

"How nice, you can do that for me... right?"

He looked back down at her, "Y/n, open your eyes."

Slowly she opened them back up, staring up at him she smiled softly at the bright blue. "Beautiful..."

Bruce watched her eyes close again, he shook her gently, but they wouldn't open, again harder this time, nothing...

You thought you heard his voice calling out to you, but when you slowly opened your eyes, it was blinded by white lights, a few unfamiliar faces kept trying to talk to you at once, nothing was making sense.

Again your eyes closed and you couldn’t fight it, it went dark once more.

The second time you woke up, there was the light again, but it wasn’t as harsh as the first time. You looked around, seeing it was dark outside, must have meant you hadn’t slept for that long.

You knew instantly you were in a hospital. The beeping monitor was a dead giveaway, and all the wires you were hooked up to felt like it weighed more then it should.

The room had flowers all around, some on the window seal, a couple on the side tables, even a few bouquets on the floor. They were all beautiful.

Still scanning the room, your eyes landed on the figure that was slouched in the chair beside you. His head was down and arms were crossed on his chest, his hair hiding his eyes, and one of the hospital blankets was draped across him.

When you eyes finally adjusted you instantly recognized who it was. “Bruce?”

He moved slightly, raising his head he looked around until his gaze landed on you. His stare widened, and he quickly brought the chair he was sitting in closer to your bedside. “Hey. You’re awake.”

Taking your hand he gave it a gentle squeeze. “How are you feeling?”

You gave him a small smile. “I feel warm.”

He nodded. “And no pain?”

“I feel my shoulder a little bit, maybe a bit stiff, but not terrible all things considered.” You we’re grateful to feel the tips of your toes, and his hand that was touching yours was much warmer then before.

You looked around the room. “Lots of flowers.”

Bruce looked around, “yeah, a few people from the office came to visit.”

“All of these are from a few people from the office?” You asked.

“Uhh… no, some are… the rest are from me.” He rubbed the back of his neck, realizing now just how many there were.

“Wow.” Not turning away you looked at each bouquet. “They are beautiful, thank you.”

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “You won’t have to worry about your neighbor anymore ether.”

You looked at him curiously. “Do I even wanna know?”

“Nothing but some simple communication.” He said.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, I can be very persuasive.”

You laughed, “I guess so, wow…thank you.” You looked down at his hand, still holding yours, you gave it a squeeze. “Thank you”

He laughed, “you already said that.”

“I know, but you did more then you needed. Probably wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you. What happened after I passed out?”

He sighed, “well, you almost hit hypothermia, you probably would’ve been in a worse state but doctors said the body heat helped. It’s amazing you last as long as you did, especially being shot.”

You looked at your shoulder, it was all bandaged up and didn’t really hurt anymore. “And who found us?”

“Alfred, my butler, he got to us in time.”

“Tell him thank you for me.”

Bruce smiled, leaning forward he gave you hand a little pat, “I will.” Standing up, he brought your hands to him lips and gave a gentle kiss. “I should get going, let you rest a bit. I’ll come by later.”

“Oh, Mr Wayne, you don’t have to do that.”

“Bruce. And of course I will, you gotta conference to lead in a couple days.”

You groaned. “I thought you were kidding!”

He laughed, leaning forward he gave a small peck to your forehead. “I was…” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s actually scheduled for next week.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, feeling his breathe on your ear started to make your face heat up. Trying to keep from embarrassing yourself even more you brought the blanket closer to your face.

“Goodnight, Bruce.”

He smiled back, “Rest, that’s an order.”

“What are you gonna do fire me?”

“No of course not, I’ll probably just give you so much work you can’t leave your desk.” He winked. Taking his leave out the room.

Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding…right?!?”

He had to be kidding…. Right?

[rafetopia]

𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: canon!rafe cameron x fem!dark!reader (she a little crazy too)

genre: action (?), smut, teeny bit of fluff & angst -> 18+!!

words: ~5.2k

warnings: shootings, mentions of guns (obviously), fire, mentions of death, dom!rafe, not so subby but bratty reader, prison break, (slight) daddy kink, (sexual) choking, hair pulling, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

summary: after her efforts of getting her fiancé out of jail the legal way, (Y/N) has to take on different measures to get him back

note: this is kind of a second part to “till death do us part” but it can be read as a stand alone too.

also please go easy on me, I obviously have yet to break anyone out of jail, and I’ve not been chased by the police that often yet so if there some parts that seem unrealistic to you- please ignore them

“Get on your damn knees, Cameron!” Shoupe was screaming at the young man, as he ran out of the water.

“Baby? Baby where are you?” Rafe screamed as panic overcame his voice. 

He frantically looked around him, but there was no sign of his girl. The second he reached land, he turned around, trying to find at least a sign that she was alive but there was nothing. It wasn’t until he heard Deputy Plumb scream “I got her!”, that he knew she was alive. She dragged her by the shoulder, her grip so tight, that the girl was sure it would leave marks. 

“Let go of me!” She yelled, trying to get herself free, as the older woman dragged her to shore. 

“You wish…” Plumb gritted through her teeth, knowing exactly that she would try and run away the second she would let go of her.

But (Y/N) would never run away without the love of her life and by the way the male Officers were throwing themselves on him, she knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. 

“Let go of him!” She screamed, but her wishes stayed unheard. “I swear to god if you hurt him, I’m gonna kill you, all of you!” She continued, not caring about the consequences her threads might bring with them. 

Rafe tried to free himself from the Officer's grip, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight off four male Officers, especially not with the anger they had in them. “Would you calm down?” Shoupe ordered as he turned around to look at you.. “Only gonna make things a lot harder for the both of you.” 

The moment (Y/N)’s feet had dry land under them, she tried to fight herself free again, but Plumb's grip was tight, a little bit too tight for Rafe’s liking. “If you hurt her, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.” The face of the young man turned red, as he so desperately tried to fight himself free so he could protect her. He saw the tears forming in his love’s eyes and to say it drove him insane was an understatement. 

He wanted to fight himself free, wrap his arms around her, and carry her away but before he could even attempt to do anything, he had Deputy Thomas’ fist in the face, sending him to the ground with such force that he blacked out for a second. The moment he regained consciousness, he heard her scream in pain. 

“You bastard!” She cried, before fighting herself free of the woman’s grip and launching towards the Officer. “He wasn’t even doing anything you disgusting piece of shit!” She screamed, as they contained her and brought her to the ground next to her boyfriend. 

He was lying on his stomach as they started to cuff him, and she softly caressed his eye, which was already swollen. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you out of this.” She sobbed, as they took her hands and put them behind her back, before cuffing them together. 

“You’re gonna pay for this.” She mumbled through gritted teeth, as they were dragging him to the police car. 

“Would you stop with the threads now, Miss?” Plumb hissed at the girl before she turned her attention towards her boss. “Let’s take her with us? So she can calm down.” 

“I am calm you fucking bitch!” 

“Okay.” The officer chuckled, before dragging her towards the other car. She was about to go inside when Rafe turned himself around and looked at her. 

“I love you, baby.”

“Till death do us part?” She smiled.

“Till death do us part.” He answered, before the Sheriff shoved him into the car.

“If that fat pig hurts him again, one more time…” She mumbled before Plumb pushed her into the other car.

………….

That was six weeks ago. Since then, she had tried everything in order to get him at least out on bail but the judge was hard. She consulted the best lawyers and brought up the way they treated the two of them during their arrest but hence the drugs in their system and the statements of the arresting officers, no one was able to do anything. She tried to do it the legal way, she truly did but she never had a chance. Especially not now when they started investigating her and her entire family. 

She knew she was screwed and she would have to take action soon if she didn’t want to end up in a prison cell herself. After her last visit, she was able to visit him once again, thanks to her amazing ability to convince people to do whatever she wanted and her outstanding talent for blackmailing but after her last visit, they completely blocked her out. Being investigated for fraud and money laundering, really took away all her family's credibility, leaving her with nothing but her last resort. She had to break him out of jail. 

So there she was with a smile on her face, watching the flames, as they grew bigger and bigger, until almost swallowing the whole building. Screams were echoing from the front of the building but she didn’t care. It was almost as if she didn’t hear them. Officers trying to escape without getting thrown back into the flames by Kildare’s most sinister criminals, and prisoners, trying to use this opportunity to get their freedom back.

(Y/N) knew it was a risky plan, she knew there was a chance that he wouldn’t make it out of there in time before either the cops or the flames got the best of him but it was her last chance. Tomorrow, they were planning on transferring him to the mainland for his trial, the big one. The one that determined whether he was guilty of his crimes, or if he was innocent and she damn well knew, the chance for the second one was less than zero. 

She was hiding behind the building, hoping he would know where to find her. She had the car ready, in case they needed to make a run for it, just like they had always joked about. 

The smoke had gotten worse as the flames made their way around the building and anxiety slowly burned its way through her body. She tried to calm herself down, as she unconsciously played with the pink “Bratz Doll” lighter between her fingers. Did she do the right thing? Would he make it? What if he didn’t? Then she would’ve killed the love of her life.

She took a peak around the corner where she saw Sheriff Shoupe arguing around with a group of firefighters. She hadn’t heard them come. His clothes were gray from the smoke and he was coughing a lot, but other than that he seemed fine. She appreciated the fact that she did not just kill Kildare’s new Sheriff, only a few months after her fiancé had killed the first one. Shortly after, more police cars arrived at the scene, followed by the loud noise of what she assumed to be a helicopter, landing on the other side of the building. She knew if he hadn’t made it out by now, then her whole plan would most likely have been for nothing. 

She quickly made her way back to her car, where another wave of anxiety overcame her. She tried to think positively but the tears in her eyes were starting to get through. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be the one that killed him. She was smart and resourceful, her plans never failed. But this wasn’t a rational plan. She was desperate. 

(Y/N) watched, as the flames started to swallow the building whole, besides the fireman’s efforts to stop it. She tried so hard to hold on to the last piece of hope but she had given up. She was about to get into her car when she was stopped by a familiar voice.

“You weren’t about to leave without me, now were you sweetheart?” He coughed, causing her to freeze in her tracks. 

She turned around and was met with her fiancé, covered in soot from head to toe. His once orange prison suit was now gray, the orange barely visible anymore. He was coughing a lot but between his coughs, he was smiling. She squealed in happiness, before jumping into his arms. 

“I thought you didn’t make it.” She whispered, almost crying into his neck.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that easily baby.” He chuckled. 

Hand in hand, they ran to the car as fast as they could. Just when (Y/N) was about to turn the ignition, she was stopped by the familiar *click* of a gun.

“Don’t you dare, turn on that car, (Y/L/N)!” The woman coughed out, her words barely hearable to the other two.

“Told you Plumb,” She smirked, as she pulled down the window. “Told you, you’re gonna pay for this.” And with that, she turned on the car and drove away, trying not to get killed by the bullets that came flying after them.

As they got chased through the streets of Kildare by what felt like the entire police department, Rafe tried to fire back with the gun she had brought. He had climbed into the backseat so he had a better angle, without his feet blocking her stick. He had tried to convince her to switch seats, but as stubborn as she was, she insisted on driving.

“I swear to god Rafe, if you get shot I’m gonna finish you off myself.” She yelled as he almost got hit by a bullet. “Just shoot something, it’s not that hard to hit someone, you must know…”

He gave her a bitter laugh. “It’s certainly not that hard to put your foot on that damn gas pedal either! Just let me take over!”  

“No, I can do this! I’ve always wanted to do this!” She giggled, after dodging an old man who had started to cross the street but wasn’t fast enough in turning around. “Oops!” She laughed. “We almost killed our first-grade math teacher.” 

“No, you almost killed our first-grade math teacher. I liked that guy!” He yelled back into the car, after trying and failing to hit the cars behind them. “Can’t hit anything with you driving like a maniac!”

“How else would you want me to drive, mister?”

“Just let me fucking do it?”

“Fine.” She mumbled, before jumping out of her seat. Before Rafe even realized what was going on, she had climbed into the passenger seat. “Go and take over the fucking car then!” She yelled, as she grabbed another, but slightly bigger gun from beneath the seat and leaned out of the window, almost shooting Rafe himself as he was still leaning out of the window as well.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, as he jumped into the driver's seat, “Are you fucking crazy?” He waited for a second as if he really thought she was going to reply, before continuing, “Of course you are, you just broke me out of jail with a pink “Bratz doll” lighter…” He chuckled, as he knew goddamn well you wouldn’t use anything else to light something up, let it be a candle when you’re taking a bath or some wood when you’re lighting up a fucking detention center.

Rafe still had the other gun, so naturally, he tried to take over not only driving but also shooting. With his foot on the gas pedal, he leaned out of the window and started shooting. He thought he held the car steady as he hit multiple tires of the police cars behind them but if it wasn't for (Y/N) and her taking over the steering wheel, he would’ve driven them both straight into a café. 

“Goddamn it!” She yelled, “But you’re calling me crazy?” 

The officers quickly lost control over their cars as the bullet holes drained the air out of their tires and before they could do anything about it, they were clashing into each other. One of the cars crashed into a restaurant, and the screams of the people were even louder than the terrible sound of the sirens that had chased them. 

 “See, just let Daddy handle it. There’s a reason you’re my designated passenger princess.” He grinned satisfied.

“See, let daddy handle it…” She mocked, “If it wasn’t for me you would not only still be in jail, but we would also both be lying dead on Papa Joe’s Ice Cream counter you bloody idiot!” She yelled, almost spitting into his face out of anger. She was expecting some sort of accountability from him but all she got was a laugh. “No I’m fucking for real Rafe Cameron, disrespect me like that again and I'll send your ungrateful ass to hell myself.” 

“Gosh how much I missed your little attitude.” He grinned, before placing his hand on her thigh. “Can’t wait to fuck it out of you.” 

“Keep up your attitude and the only thing you're gonna fuck for a very long time is your own damn hand.” 

“We’ll see ‘bout that.” He smirked, before turning his attention back on the road, earning nothing but an evil side eye from the girl next to him. She might be in a mood now, but he knew goddamn well that she'd come begging for his dick soon enough.

“Got a boat parked at Layla’s beach rental.” She stated simply, without looking at him. “Maybe you can press on that gas pedal a little more since you’re so good at it, and get us there before more cops show up and have taken over the marsh…” 

Without saying anything, he headed towards her best friend’s rental property, where the boat was waiting for them. It wasn’t as big as the Druthers, but it was more than enough to get them to the Mainland. Neither of them cared about where particularly, they just wanted to get as far away from the outer banks as possible. 

As they were getting the boat ready, they could hear the sirens already approaching. While Rafe loosened the Anker, (Y/N) started the motor. They were about to drive away when The officers, such as Sheriff Shoupe and Deputy Plumb jumped out of their cars. 

“We got company.” (Y/N) stated as Rafe took over the wheel. “I thought we got them good back there but apparently not good enough.”

He hit the gas pedal and slowly drove the boat away from shore, trying to ignore the amount of guns that were currently pointed at them.

“Put your hands up and step away from the wheel!” Shoupe yelled through a megaphone. “I repeat, Rafe Cameron, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) put your hands up and step away from the steering wheel. Do not make me repeat myself.” 

Rafe’s gaze went from the officers, who had all pointed their guns at the two of them, to her. She was standing steady, her hands not up in the air like she was told. He knew she would never oblige to them, (Y/N) was that kind of girl that would be rather dead than locked up, he knew that. Her eyes met his and in that moment it felt like the world stopped. He saw the fire in her eyes and it was burning brighter than ever, almost as if she was enjoying this. There was not an ounce of fear in them, there never was, except for the time she thought he died in the flames but he didn’t know that. He knew exactly what she was about to do which left him with only one option. She gave him a soft smile, before leaning in for a kiss. She didn’t plan on occupying his lips for that long, since she knew every second wasted could cost them their life but she didn’t care. This could be the last time she tasted his lips so she had to take her time. In a swift second, she pulled the gun out of her jeans pocket and started firing. 

The next few moments didn’t feel real for either of them, but the bullet holes on the boat proved that they were. Rafe had taken over the wheel as he sped away from the scene, while his girlfriend gave him cover. In this moment, Rafe experienced what true fear felt like. With every shot fired, there was a chance it could hit her, and alone the thought of it made him dizzy. (Y/N) on the other hand, had never felt more alive. She reveled in the gunfire that they, especially her, had started but her excitement soon died out when not only her bullets went out, but they also started getting shot at from their left, as police boats started to get closer to them. 

“Baby, I’m out!” She yelled out, trying to keep calm. 

“Here, take over.” He commanded as he pulled out his own gun. “And baby?” 

“Yes?” 

“Hit that damn gas pedal this time!” 

She smiled, before turning around and really hitting that pedal. It was the boat her dad had gifted her after she got accepted into college and it was a damn fast one. Other than a car, (Y/N) knew exactly how to drive a boat and soon their pursuers had to learn this the hard way. She was fast and soon, the officers had to let them go but it wasn’t only because (Y/N) was too fast for them and Rafe knew that. They had hit two of the officers. 

“Baby… baby they stopped.” (Y/N) squealed as she let go of the wheel and jumped into her boyfriend’s arms. 

“Thanks to you, princess.” He laughed softly. “You were amazing. You have no idea how much I love your crazy ass.”

“Oh, I know.” She chuckled, before leaning in for a kiss. “Now are you finally gonna fuck that attitude out of me, or what?” She didn’t have to ask twice, as he had pushed her into the cabin before she could even take another breath. “Shouldn’t we put the boat on autopilot first?” She giggled against his lips.

“Right.” He chuckled, before pushing her onto the couch. “Be right back!” He hurried outside and put the boat on autopilot while making sure one last time that they weren’t followed anymore. 

When he came back, she was lying on the couch, her upper body resting on her elbows and her legs spread, revealing the hot pink thong she was wearing underneath her baby blue jeans skirt. He mustered her body, his eyes traveling from her beautiful face, down to her tits that were barely covered underneath that black excuse of a tank top. The further his eyes traveled down her body the more saliva built up in his mouth, as he couldn’t wait to bury his head between her folds. 

With the biggest smile on his lips, he hopped on top of her, where he was welcomed by her tongue exploring his mouth. She gently placed her hand on the back of his head, so she could push him closer to her. They both had waited for this moment for months, so they didn’t want to waste any time. He didn’t want to waste any time, as he had yet to thank her for getting him out of there in the first place. 

As his tongue fought for dominance, he gently pulled them both up, so they were sitting. He helped her remove her top before she quickly hopped out of her skirt. He held in for a second, taking in the image in front of him. She was wearing a hot pink lace bra, covered in heart-shaped embroidery, matching the thong she was wearing. He didn’t recognize this set of lingerie, she must have gotten it while he was locked up. “You look perfect, princess.” He whispered as he crawled back on top of her. 

“Thank you.” She smiled, “But I need to see you as well, baby. Been too long since I felt those abs beneath my fingers.”

“Patience.” He smirked, before leaning back in. 

He quickly buried his tongue inside her mouth, before she even had the chance to take control. He enjoyed her longing to take over once in a while but not this time, not after what she just did for him. He had to be in charge tonight, not just because he had been behind bars for the past three months, but also because he had to be the one making her feel good tonight. He had to be the reason for every ounce of pleasure she was experiencing, it was his way of showing his gratitude towards what she had done for him, what she had risked for him. Not that anything he could ever do could ever make up for that. But if he was being honest to himself, a small part of him had to assert dominance to show her who was in charge, despite what he just did for him.

He let his fingers slide down her thighs, slowly to build up the anticipation she was already drowning in. “Baby…” She moaned into his mouth as if this would make anything better. Instead, it only motivated him to go slower. He knew how much it tortured her but he also knew her reward would be even bigger in the end. 

As he slowly let his fingers dance over her skin, he moved his tongue over to her neck, where he started nibbling on her earlobe, her sweet spot. As he worked himself over her skin, she filled his ears with sweet moans, that got louder and heavier the closer his fingers got to her core. He slipped them in without a warning, causing her to gasp out in pleasure. Her hands were sliding over his overall, gripping the rough material for dear life, as his fingers started to slowly but surely destroy her from the inside. She tried to bury them deeper by pushing herself onto him but he had loved her long enough, so he knew exactly what she was doing. 

“What did I tell you, baby?” He chuckled softly against her skin, sending goosebumps all over her skin. 

“Can’t help it, I… I need you.” She cried out desperately. “Need to feel you inside of me… “ She paused, “Deep inside of me.”

“Need to taste you first, baby. Need you to cum all over my face, can you do that for me, princess?”

“Hmmm.” She hummed, as she pushed herself further onto him. 

Rafe laughed in amusement but decided to grant her her wish. In a second at least. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, before moving down. Without giving her a warning, he ripped away her thong and buried his face between her folds. 

“Just as sweet as I remembered.” He mumbled, sending another set of vibrations straight through her core. “So fucking perfect.”

“C- can you shut up and…- 

“And what?” He asked sternly as he removed his tongue.

“Just suck me off already, I know how fucking sweet I taste…”

“You and that damn attitude.” He grinned but his expression was dark. “Do I need to remind you who's back in charge?” He asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. Before she could even think of an answer, he had his tongue buried inside of her once again at a pace that was faster and stronger than anything else she had ever experienced. It took him less than fifteen seconds to make her cum but if she thought she finally got what she wanted, she was in for a bitter surprise. Because now he wouldn’t stop making her cum with everything but his dick, until she finally got who’s back in charge, and knowing her, he knew they were both in for a very long night.

Even though she knew she soon realized (latest after her third orgasm) that she wouldn't get his dick anytime soon, it didn’t stop her from complaining about it. It wasn’t until Rafe had enough of her, that he took the piece of fabric that was once her thong and stuffed it into her mouth. 

“One more, babygirl…” He cooed, “Give me one more and I promise you, you’ll get what you want.” 

She heard what he said but she was drowning so deep in pleasure and the enormous feeling of overstimulation, that she wasn’t able to process the words that left his mouth. It didn’t take long until another wave of pleasure ran over her body, completely swallowing her up in it.

“Good girl.” He grinned, as he licked her juice from his face. He gave her a second to catch her breath as he pulled off his now gray prison suit. He crawled on top of her, removed her panties, and planted soft kisses on her lips, where she could still taste herself on them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered into her ear, as his hands reached under her back to remove her bra. 

As soon as it had landed on the floor across the room, he had her nipple surrounded by his tongue. He knew how much she loved this, how it sent shivers all over her skin, and how quickly it became torturous for her, as it made her build up an intense amount of pressure down her core, but never enough to release it. 

“Baby…” She cried out, still a little bit overwhelmed by the four orgasms he had already given her. 

“Say who’s in charge and you’ll get whatever it is that you want, princess.” He whispered, knowing exactly how hard it would be for her to admit that. He knew she had a hunger for power but like he had already promised himself earlier, she couldn’t have it, not tonight.

“Please…” She whimpered, as his fingers traced over his well-toned stomach.

“Say it, darling. Say it or I’ll stop.” He whispered against her skin, His hot breath burning right through to her.

“You…” She cried out.

“Who?” 

“You, Daddy. You’re in charge.” She whispered, “Tonight.”

He chuckled in amusement at her quiet addition, nothing different than what he had expected. Before she knew it, he had slammed his dick into her, causing her to moan out in pleasure. “We’ll see ‘bout that.” 

He started slow, his hands entangled in hers, as his tongue was dancing around with hers once again. He loved starting slow and then going faster and faster until all she could do was cry and beg for him to let her cum. She had her legs wrapped around his back, it was her way of regaining at least a tiny bit of control, as she had the power to pull him in even deeper if she wanted to. And combined with her nails digging deep into his skin, that was exactly what she did. But as his thrusts got deeper and faster, the pleasure started clouding her senses, resulting in her legs letting loose. 

“You think you can just trick me like that, pretty girl? Think again.” He smirked, but the expression on his face was dark. She knew exactly what that meant and before she even realized it, he had his hand wrapped around her throat. 

The faster he slammed into her, the louder and more pornographic her moans got, and the deeper her nails dug into her skin. He was sure by now, that he would have marks all over his back by the time they were done but he couldn't give less of a shit. All he wanted was for his girl to drown in pleasure and if took a bloody back to archive that, then so be it. For her he would drown himself in pain, he would bleed for her, hell he would die for her. And as she had proved earlier, she didn’t feel one single bit different about him. 

The tighter the grip around her throat got, the tighter became the knot in her stomach. He felt her walls tighten around him but he wasn’t done with her. Not yet. In a swift motion, he had removed his dick and swung her around. She was about to complain, but before she got a word out, he had rammed his dick back inside of her. 

“Such a good girl.” He moaned into her ear, as he grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back, and wrapped his hand back around her throat.

He couldn't see it but the tighter he grabbed her, the brighter grew the smile on her lips, as the tears streamed over her face. He hit her right at her sweet spot, the spot he was only able to hit in doggy and the spot that not only caused her to cry but also made her drown in pleasure. It didn’t take long until she felt her fifth orgasm building up, followed by the feeling of his dick starting to twitch, as he felt her walls suffocating him. Their moans started to sync up as if they had never done anything else before. She struggled to stay on all fours, as her orgasm rushed over her, he shot his load right up her core, before he collapsed on top of her, causing them both to fall on the couch. 

Rafe might have felt like the boss tonight, like he was in charge but what he didn’t realize was that every single thing she did and said after she got him out, was a controlled move to get her exactly where she was right now. So who was truly in charge tonight? The boy that was fucking her into oblivion, or the girl that was screaming through the night, as her fifth orgasm of the night, rushed over her?

They stayed like this for a little bit and as they both tried to catch their breath, he let his hand travel through her hair, gently stroking her head. Normally it was her who did that, but Rafe knew she needed some extra care tonight, especially after what she had put herself through for him. 

After he had cleaned her up, he wrapped them both in a soft blanket. They were lying outside on the deck now, under the sky, because he knew how much she loved falling asleep under the stars. Her head was resting on his chest, as his fingers softly danced over her skin. 

“I don’t think I can ever thank you enough, baby.”

“You know, I would die for you, right?” She whispered, her eyes already closed. “You are my everything, Rafe Cameron, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” 

He knew what she said was true, and that was what made it hurt even more. Alone the thought of her sacrificing herself for him, made his heart bleed but at the same time, a selfish part of him felt good, knowing he was loved by someone this much. 

“I would do the same for you, princess. In a second. Kinda already said that when I was asking you to marry me.” He chuckled softly.

“I know.” She smiled against his chest. 

“Till death do us part?”

“No. There’s nothing that could ever part me from you.”

“Not even with my soul burning in hell?” He chuckled.

“I would follow you anywhere, my love. Even into the depths of hell itself.”

add yourself to my tag list here

tag list: @lexacantsleep @drewstarkeyslut @spideysimpossiblegirl @ditzyzombiesblog @cartiiwannagotoplutoo (this is the prison break fic)

[solar4seekstron]

Chapter Five: I’m Done Saving You

Transformers One x Reader: Awakening Chapter Five

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Six

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!reader

Introduction Movie Masterlist

TW/Tags: non? Based on the title you already know what’s coming. Good luck nerds.

(Chapter 5 is finally here and I’m pretty excited for this one. Sadly there is much to add for Elita and reader so most likely in the next chapter. Sorry guys the movie isn’t making it any easier for me or just can’t think of any that doesn’t ruin the movie too much. I was dreading to type in the scene where D. Shoots Orion and it didn’t feel right to add in the expressions of Y/N, Elita and B because that moment is for D-16 and Orion in my opinion. Oh boy the next chapter is gonna hurt but I want to make y’all happy so here we go.)

(The next chapter will be the last one and then 5 bonus endings after)

*At Iacon City-

Y/N was about to sneak into the city the same way the gaurds were able to. Paying o mind if others see them as they fly in their alt mode. Landing in an alley between buildings. The view clear of sentinels tower. They would then look around and say. The bots they once saw to be taller then them was now around the Sam seize as them having a cog now. They would let out a sigh and then walk out making their eye to the tower. Knowing if they were in their alt mode. They would be questioned. But as they walked passing the road and walking on the side walk as they walked around. Seeing that there’s an alleyway that seems to lead to the tower sooner. They. Go down that path. As they walk someone then grabs their hand. Causing them to quickly turn around pin the person against the wall.

”Woah easy there friend I just wanted to tell- Y/N” It was Deadlock

”Lo- uh sorry you got me confused with someone else.”

They would then try to leave but deadlock would grab their wrist and pull them back and turns them around putting his had on their shoulder.

“Y/N it is you! But. But you have a cog!” Y/N was just 5 inches shorter then him now.

”Uh yeah I should really get going.” Deadlock would rests his hand on their hip as he looked at them. They would place their hands on his shoulders to try to create some distance

”Y/N where have you been and how do you have a cog. Come on lets catch up.”

”Deadlock I would love to but I must go. My friend is possibly in danger and I should go make sure they’re safe.” Deadlock looks almost disappointed. Then over the comm its heard his boss is calling for him. He then sighs

”Fine but seeing that you have a cog now. Come by the club and we can catch up.”

”Will do Deadlock now I must go. Good to see you friend.” They pat his shoulders as he finally out his hands off them. Watching as they leave before turning around to head to work

Y/N continues to walk to the tower then once seeing the security they come up with an idea remembering what sentinel said the day of the race. They would then go up to the two guards

”Heeeey guys name’s Y/N sentinel said he was expecting me?” The two gaurds look at eachother then at them. Nodding then letting them in after giving them directions to the personal quarter sentinel told them to tell you to go to

Y/N would then walk in able to go through a door to the others sneaking around trying to find the room while also being quiet. Soon they would peak through a door and see D-16, B-127, and the other guards on their knees and their hands tied behind their back as sentinel walks past them in a line speaking an d having his average smirk on his face

“I don’t understand. Why are we still alive?”

“Look at this rowdy bunch. The High Guard. You know you guys have been tough to find. Every trip to the surface I have been searching for you.”

“Tracking the bots in the cave led me right to them.”

“You captured Starscream.”

“It was too easy.”

“I’m going to rip you apart piece by piece and that your death is painful and you’ll regret the day you”

“You sound ridiculous. It’s weird. Oh D-16 what a tragic story you’ll be. Atop the leaderboard in your sector. Secretly a traitor.”

“I’m not the traitor. You’re the traitor.’

“Nuh-uh. You. All of you are traitors. You’ve been working with the Quintessons to sabotage atoge my expeditions You’re the reason I haven’t found the matrix of leadership yet.”

“None of that is true!”

“Oh trust me all of that will be very true when I am executing you in front of all of Iacon because down here the truth is what I make it.”

Sentinel would get into Bs face before D would take a step.

“Well well. What’s this about?”

“I’m not kneeling in front of you.”

“Feeling confident are we?”

“You dont scare me. You wanna know why?”

“Please.”

“Because I don't anything else left to lose. You took it all.”

“I sure did.”

Sentinel would then punch D.

“Ah megatronus prime. Of course you are a fan. Megatronus was the coolest prime! The biggest. The Baddest. The Toughest! That's why after I killed him. I took his cog for myself.”

“He was greater than you’ll ever be!”

“I don’t know I’m pretty great but I can understand why you would wanna wear his face over mine. Here, lets make sure it doesn’t come off.”

Sentinel would put the sticker back then starts engraving the deception insignia into his chest. The others only able to watch. Y/N knows that they have seen enough and without a second thought they open the door and as the others were about to notice in a moment Y/N was running pulled out their blade. Putting the blade against his neck catching him by surprise. The gaurds and airachnid pointing her guns at them

“Shoot me and he dies!”

“Ahh Y/N I see you have a cog as well-“

“Shut up! Sentinel prime is it true you did it all for power…Is it?!” Sentinel then scoffs

”Well of course. Any Prim-“

”You are no prime! And I swear in the memory and honor of my friends…to B and D I’ll-“ Then Y/N is shot on their side by one of the guard causing them to fall onto their knees as sentinel stands before them.

”Well isn’t this just a shame. You know I was pretty excited to work with you. Of course it not including the two miners you so cared for. Maybe there is use for you seeing that you’re all about honor. And you’re not labeled dead yet by the public.” Y/N still on the ground. The bullet almost through their waist almost to the center

”We’ll be sure the best doctor of Iacon will take care of that wound” He would then grab their chin making their face look up fullly facing him after he took a knee. he then snaps his fingers. Two guards walking and grabbing them by the arms picking them up.

”Make sure they’re well taken care of” Y/N was then dragged and taken towards the door they cam from.

*Orion-

“Ooookaaay. I-I can do this.”

*At the mines-

“You can’t be serious. We just worked 22 shifts without a break. These miners need rest and time to repair.”

“Sentinel Prime wants more energon. So get back into the mines! Before I make you go back in-“

“Is that-“

“Orion?”

“Jazz.”

“Is that really you?”

“Yeah I know I uh- look a little different.”

“Little? There’s nothing little about you.”

“How is this possible?”

“Sentinel told us you died from your race injuries.”

“Sentinel is a lair. Look, I know sounds coming from me. I was never the most focused. Miner but as you can see everything’s different now.”

“I went to the surface. And I learned the truth. My friends. We were all born with transformation cogs. And then sentinel. He stole them from us! He took away our ability to make our own decisions. He stole our freedom. But now I’m offering you your first real choice. You can work a twenty-third shift and mine yourself to death. Or fight back against sentinel with me. Right now.”

“How are we supposed to do that?”

“We can’t fight. We don’t have cogs.”

“What defines a transformer is not the cog in its chest but the spark that resides in their core. A spark that gives you the will to make your world better and that spark sentinel can never take from us.”

“There’s not enough of us. We need an army.”

“And we have one. Elita is bringing troops. We are not alone in this. If we want to be in control of our own destiny we will have to fight for it. Now is the time for us to stand up. For ourselves! Stand up for this injustice. I promise you this fight will be worth it. Follow me! Nothing can stop us when we stand together. Together as one.”

“Elita it’s time.”

“You got it. Buckle up blinky. We’re going in.”

Back to the others D heard everything sentinel and Y/N said. Hearing the guards take Y/N away as they groan in pain. He the tried to stand up again.

“Not a good idea.”

“D stay down.”

D would stand up once more

“Well that’s a shame. You really were a great miner.”

”D! Run!….”

Sentinel points his blaster at D as D watches. Waiting.

“We’ve got a breach! Protect Sentinel!” A guard would hit D to fall back again as another would join them to protecting sentinel. Y/N was still carried away. Now further from where the direction the train was heading as the guards noticed

“Ok they spotted us. It’s about to get bumpy.”

“High Guard. Eject.”

“There’s too many! We have to abort.”

“We’re not going to make it.”

From there many miners with jet packs fly up and start fighting sentinels guards. Helping the others

“Lets break some protocol.”

“That’s what I’m talking about Pax!”

Pax was then attacked against the front of the train by Airachnid

“Ooooh that’s intense.”

“You can’t win miner! I see everything!”

“That’s right you do! Except the tower we’re about to crash into.”

Orion would then kick Airachnid off him. Hitting the window with his elbow breaking it to get in and the train soon hits the tower. Hitting Sentinel

(HE DID THE POSE FHGFGJFGVUDKKYKUCFKUVU)

“Hey!”

“What has he done to you?!”

“This is nothing! Compared to what I’m going to do to sentinel.”

”Y/N!!” The guards have left leaving them on the floor. They would then stand up and put a sort fo tissue over their bullet hole. Something ratchet gave them before. They would make their way to the two limping a bit. Orion going up to them

”I’m fine. We need to stop sentinel.” They say as they look at Orion and D. D unable to take his eyes off the energon coming of them as Orion does the same

“Soundwave, free the prisoners.”

“I know how to stop him. Airachnid is the answer-“

“I’m doing this my way!”

“D!”

“Yes! Woah! I got a battle mask. Elita! Battle mask! It appeared when this guy tried to- Knife hands? I have knife hands! Haha! Baddassatron!”

“Where’s sentinel?!”

There was then an explosion causing D, Y/N and Orion to fall forward. They would then hide behind some rocks as they then hear sentinel

“You pathetic little twits. Did you really think you can knock down everything that I have built?!”

“It’s over sentinel! You can’t escape the truth!”

“What truth? That I pluck the cogs from your newborn chests. Forced you to mine so that I can pay off the Quintessons and live like a king. None of that matters! Because the truth is what I make it!”

“In coming!”

D and sentinel will then have their own fight as the three try to think of a plan

“He’s too strong!”

“I have a plan. We need Airachnid.”

“Airachnid?!”

”Are you crazy?!

“We need her memory.”

“Where is she?!”

Elita was tackled by Airachnid

“Found her!”

“Elita. Do not break her. Bring her to the broadcast station. We'll meet you there.”

“Easier said than done!”

“I said don't break her!”

“Relax I’m being. Very. Gentle!”

“Orion! Orion look! Knife hands!”

“I can see that!”

”Yeah Bee!!” They then show their sword blades they picked up earlier showing they glow as well. B then cheers excited

“I’m gonna cut these guys watch! Come here!”

“You can jab them later!”

“GO! I’ll stay here and help D!”

”All right b careful!”

“Yeah!”

The three make thier way to the other tower. D and sentinel continueing to fight eachother. Y/N staying behind and joining the fight with D

“Um. E-excuse me, you can’t be in here.”

B then starts destroying the place

“B. These are not the ad guys.”

“Why did you cut the door?”

“What? No I didn’t cu- I didn’t- uh that wasn’t- I didn’t- it was ready like that. Right?!”

“Yes that’s right It- it was already like- yeah-was already like that.”

Orion then got to work and Elita made sure Airachnid was on the table her hologram memory showing.

“Attention. Iacon city. Stand by for a live transmission from Sentinel Prime.”

During thre fight D and sentinel keep fighting all ove the room causing more damag. Y/N waits for the right moment and once sentinel was believing he has D. Y/N jumps and transformers their alt mode on its side and spins fast pushing him off D (Think like that scene Megatron does in TF Earthspark to skyward during that big battle scene.) Scratching his paint job as they land right next to D pulling out their blades protective over D.

”D are you alright?!” D stands up and shakes his head a bit trying to stay awake

”This is my fight. Go to-“

”Will you quiet that! You can finish him off after I get a good hi-“

Y/N was then tackled by sentinel being pinned to the ground as they were far enough from D. Y/N would fight him getting a couple good hits and sentinel getting a few more hits on them. After kicking him of them D then side body slams sentinel. Y/N struggling to stand up as D then starts fighting sentinel again. Y/N is badly injured and struggles to stand. When they look up at the two. D is back on the ground and sentinel on top pointing his blaster as him again

“What’s wrong D-16? Rise up!”

“That’s why after I killed him. That’s why after I killed him. I took his cog for myself. Cog for myself. What truth? That I pluck the cogs from your newborn chests. Forced you to mine so that I can pay off Quintessons and live like a king! What truth? That I pluck the cogs from your newborn chests. Forced you to mine so that I can pay off Quintessons and live like a king! I’m working my miners as hard as I can. I swear I’ll get you the rest! I’m working my miners as hard as I can. I swear I’ll get you the rest!”

“Lier!”

“We trusted you!”

“Traiter!”

“Pax, we did it!”

After sentinel was distracted Y/N was able to make their way to D. Helping them up while holding their waist where they bleed a bit at. D would stand back up with their help.

”Stay back you helped enough!” He yells at them. Knowing they helped make sentinel get weaker after hitting him with their blades.

“D NO!”

D then charges at him. Causing them both to fall off the tower.

“D!”

The two would fly across the city hitting towers until they eventually land. Y/N would transform as they gain more strength while swirling a bit they’re able to make it but pretty far from the two transforming and is still weak staying on the knees as they watch the two fight. Slowly standing up.

“D-16. We can lead Cybertron together! Don’t have to do this.”

D would walk up to sentinel pointing his canon until Orion runs and jumps D. Stopping him.

“What are you doing?!”

“It’s over D. Everyone in Iacon knows the truth”

“So do I! He took everything from us! I have to do this!”

“No you don’t! Rebuilding Iacon cannot begin with an execution.”

“He deserves to die! Can’t you see that?!”

“We’re better than this. Don’t be like sentinel.”

“Pax. You need to get out of my way before I move you myself.”

“D listen-“

D would punch Orion and kick him further for Orion to stay on the ground. Then walking back to sentinel as sentinel was still on the floor. But Orion soon gets in the way. Orion wa shot shocking D and the others. As Orion was about to fall off the cliff D was able to catch him in time by the wrist

“No. No no no no no. Why..Why did you do that! Why!?”

D would be breathing heavy as so many emotions went through his head.

“D….no”

“I’m done saving you!”

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: Can you write something about Jamal Musiala. Sad. Maybe the reader is sad and he’s there for her. Plz (anonymous)

Word Count: 742 words

(author's note: hope the jamal fans enjoy xoxo)

Y/N was having the most disastrous day at work ever. All the notes she had typed up the day prior hadn’t saved, she had forgotten to bring food and she was too late to grab lunch from the lunch hall so she had to go hungry and to top it all off her boss made her work overtime to finish a project she wasn’t even supposed to be working on.

By the time she left work and got in her car to drive home, it was well past 7pm. She knew her boyfriend Jamal would be wondering where she was, but she could barely muster up enough energy to drive home, let alone call him.

When she finally pulled into the driveway of her boyfriend’s house, Y/N got out of her car, collected her bags from the backseat, and walked over to the front door. She pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and walked in, dumping her bags onto the floor.

“Y/N? Is that you, baby?” Jamal called out from the living room.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get changed, I won’t be long.”

Y/N went upstairs into the bedroom she shared with Jamal. Opening her dresser drawer, she pulled out a fresh pair of pyjamas and slipped out of her work clothes. She put the pyjamas on, already feeling much better than she did 20 minutes ago.

As she headed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, she heard Jamal’s quiet footsteps walking up the stairs.Y/N heard him enter the bedroom and open a drawer, assuming he was getting changed.

Once she had removed her makeup and washed her face, Y/N grabbed her toothbrush to squeeze some toothpaste onto it. By this time, being awake was becoming harder and harder for Y/N to do. Painful reminders of her day continued to flood her mind, and she was just desperate to go to sleep.

Jamal came into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist. He nestled his head into her neck and pressed a gentle kiss to her skin.

“How was work?” Jamal mumbled softly.

The soft tone of Jamal’s voice and the sincerity of his question made Y/N stop dead in her movements. Before she even realised what she was doing, she began sobbing. Jamal removed his arms from her waist and moved so he was standing facing her.

“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay. Talk to me, what happened?” Jamal urged, desperate to stop his girlfriend’s tears.

But Y/N couldn’t stop. She felt silly for crying because of a bad day at work, but everything had just built up, and the floodgates had opened. Jamal gently took her toothbrush out of her hands and led Y/N out of the bathroom. 

As he sat her down on the bed, Jamal grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and used them to dry his girlfriend’s tears. He then passed her a clean one so she could blow her nose when she needed to. They sat in silence, Y/N’s cries being the only sound in the room as Jamal’s hand rubbed her back comfortingly, hoping to soothe her.

Eventually, Y/N stopped crying and took a deep breath. She used the tissue in her hand to wipe her nose and then turned to look at Jamal, who was staring back at her with worry in his eyes.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on, my love? Did you have a bad day?” Jamal asked.

Y/N nodded, “Everything just seemed to go wrong today and I guess when you asked if I was okay, everything just hit me at once. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise for your feelings. It’s okay to have bad days, and I’m sorry it got you so upset.”

Y/N hugged her boyfriend, “Thank you,” she whispered so quietly that Jamal nearly missed it.

“What do you say we brush our teeth and go to bed? It’s getting late.”

“Okay.”

The pair finished getting ready for bed, and Y/N let out a sigh of relief when her body was finally burrowed beneath the plush sheets of her and Jamal’s bed.

“Good night, baby, tomorrow will be better, I know it.”

Y/N smiled at Jamal’s words and cuddled into his side. They lay nestled together until sleep overtook them, all stresses and worries of the day finally forgotten.

[taedelta]

Pussy Drunk Midas drabble!!!! because I am insane!!! And want him so bad

WARNINGS: 18+ only, p in v, breeding, cnc (reader says stuff ab not inside but also it's consensual just roleplay), dom/sub, power imbalance, f! reader

Midas has been fucking your poor little cunt for the past, god had it been an hour already? His cock head was spearing into your cervix, the pain being masked by the pleasure of him dragging along your g-spot.

Your arms were so fucking sore, hands tied behind your back as midas was quite literally pounding into you. Your face was smashed against the pillow, tears and drool staining it.

"Such a nice little fuck toy, god the Agency was so good for transferring you to this location," cold, gold coated hands roughly dig into your hips as Midas continues to sloppily fuck your cunt.

You hear Midas chuckle, before he takes your knees and lays you flat on your stomach, and then proceeds to mount you, guiding his already slick cock straight back into your hole.

He's somehow now instead grinding continuously against your g-spot, his balls slapping against your slick clit and providing a delicious yet almost not enough amount of stimulation on the sweet little bundle of nerves.

Midas' hands now grab the fat of your ass, pulling them apart so he can see how his cock keeps filling you over and over again. You're practically deranged with how well he's filling you, his cock hitting every single angle just right, and with the new position his cock is kissing your cervix now, not spearing into it.

Some sex addled part of your brain is a little sad about it, if you were still in your previous position, his cum would flow directly into your womb, making you oh so nice and full of your bosses seed and maybe even getting you knocked up.

The reasonable part of your brain pushes that out, however. You're deliriously crying, the pleasure becoming almost too much while he's still wildly rutting into you.

A somewhat depraved chuckle leaves Midas, and he's now fucking you even faster and harder, and you glance back at him to see a wild smirk on his face as he ruts into you.

He leans over, just hovering above your ear. "Oh I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt up, wouldn't that make you so happy? So swollen with my kids, everyone will know your pussy belongs to me, they'll know how good your boss breeds you, keep fucking this tight hole until you can't take it anymore. Maybe I'll use you as my little housewife, god think of cute you'd look in a little apron with nothing under," he's rambling now, thrusts becoming so sloppy and fast you're becoming out of breath from the sheer force he's using.

"F-fuck Midas..." you're so desperately trying to whimper out a protest, god he's your boss for fucks sake, you can't let him of all people knock you up! "Midas... pull out, can't cum insi-"

You're quickly cut off by him biting into your neck harshly and rutting into your wet heat, loud pounding of his pelvis hitting your ass blocking out any protests.

"Oh you stupid bitch, you think you get a say? This pussy of yours is mine, and I decide where I cum, and it just so happens I wanna fill this pussy up day and night, make you such a good little cum hole for me,"

You gasp, feeling his thrusts speed up as he maneuvers a hand underneath you both, his fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

"When I cum inside of you, you're gonna cum with me, let me feel your cunt milk my cock and beg to be bred like the little slut you are for me,"

Those words shouldn't turn you ok, you should be disgusted, mortified even, but the white hot flash of your orgasm proves you couldn't care less. You hear a loud groan behind you before the sticky substance of Midas' cum is filling you to the brim, the tip of his cock pressed right into your cervix and shooting his seed directly into your womb.

As you both come down from your highs, Midas lays on top of you and gives you a sweet peck to the side of your face.

"You okay? That was pretty intense," he asks, checking in on you. You deliriously smile up at him, giggling a bit.

"We might need to go again, just to make sure it takes, Sir."

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Saved

David Howard Thornton x Y/N - drabble - 2.3K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: homeless reader for a tad, reader works her way to an actress, female reader, David being hot, L bombs, marriage, so sappy, very sweet, kinda long but I think it's worth it, obviously fake blood and shit its Terrifier I think that's gonna come with every fic tbh

-----------------------------------

You sighed as the fake blood splashed on your shirt, “Another casualty…” you whispered as you rolled your eyes. The one day you don’t wear black to set, of course this would happen. Your boss had given you the opportunity to create the next set for Terrifier 2. It was a small movie with a small budget and she wanted to see what you could do within those ramifications. You looked at the wall where you had finished writing in blood, adding some excess drips here and there while also trying to make the lettering look messy. You added different bloods to the floor, some darker or lighter than others. There would be more added tomorrow as some blood was going to be in the shots and needed to be seen flowing in action. You made sure all the props for Samantha aka Victoria would be perfect. You wanted to make sure she would be extra comfortable since the blood would be coming from between her legs. You finally stepped back, looking at your goretastic creation. You smiled, thinking it looked perfect. The room still looked like a sanitary asylum room but also knowing when the cameras rolled and the props got to be used it would be fantastic. After you admired your work for a second you looked down at yourself. You would never get used to constantly being covered in fake blood. Unlike real blood it never dried down, it always remained sticky and shiny. You sighed, wiping your hands on your shirt since it was already ruined. You walked towards the door, finally getting ready to leave for the night. As you turned the corner you jumped, letting out a shriek when your body collided with David. Your shoes slipped on some of the fake blood on the floor causing you to instinctively grab David to prevent yourself from falling. Instead, you both ended up falling to the ground, fake blood getting all over you two. You groaned, tile floor was never fun to fall on.

“Are you ok?” David asked.

Your eyes shot open and you tried to sit up but an immense pain in your head raged against you. “I’m so sorry Mr. Thornton!” you said, trying to scramble up.

David stood up as he noticed your wobble. “It’s David.” he chuckled.

“Right… I’ll get all this cleaned up, you have a good night sir.” you said, stumbling slightly as you tried to walk around him to get cleaning supplies. 

“Hey, you don’t look so good. Why don’t you head home, this can get sorted out tomorrow.” he said.

You looked down, nobody on set had figured out you were living out of your car. You graduated college with nothing but mounds of debt and nowhere to go. You had only gotten a few checks so far from working on Terrifier and they had all gone to your car loan and student loans. You got up every morning before people arrived and moved your car to a different spot so nobody caught on. You gave David a curt nod, walking to the parking lot with him. You both got into your cars, only a few spots away from each other. You turned your car on, as did David. He waved at you before leaving the lot. Once he was gone you turned your car off and reclined the seat a bit, using one of your blankets you had stashed away for warmth. You tried to will yourself to sleep with no luck. You screamed when you heard a knock on your window. David? 

“Did you forget something? You can borrow my keys.” you said once you rolled the window down. You were so tired you didn’t even think of being embarrassed. 

“Come on,” he said.

“What?” you asked, rubbing your eyes to wake up fully.  

“I can’t let you sleep in your car.” he said, pulling on the door handle.

Now you felt the flames of embarrassment eat at you, “I… I’m fine, thank you.” you said, trying to get him to leave.

“You might be ‘fine’ but you’re not safe; anyone can break into a car and it's supposed to be freezing tonight. Come on.” he said, this time popping the door open.

You don’t know why but you listened to him, getting into his car. He shut the door and you couldn’t help but relish in the heat of the car, feeling sleepy already. New Jersey was incredibly cold this time of year and filming in an old metal factory and abandoned buildings all day didn’t exactly help with the cold. David got in the car; the drive was quiet but not entirely uncomfortable, just slightly awkward. You two had spoken on set before but not extensively, just in friendly passing. He had complimented your set recommendations a few times, making your boss ease up on you a bit. 

“This is it.” he said as he shut the car off, walking around to open your door. He led you into a small house, it was cozy once you went inside, his decorations making it feel lived in and quite nerdy which you found cute. 

You stood in the entryway, shifting your weight from side to side not quite knowing what to do. 

“Here, let me take your coat.” he said, moving towards you. He looked at you before he touched you, you nodded at him and he slid your jacket off. “Oh geez, you’re still covered in blood.” he said, more to himself than anything.

You slipped your shoes off, following him further into the house. He handed you two towels out of a small closet. “The guest room and bathroom are right through there… I’ll stay out here.” he said, his smile trying to reassure you. He could tell you were wary of him, or at least the situation. He understood, and did his best to make you feel comfortable. 

----------------------------------------

You emerged twenty ish minutes later, fake blood in layers took a hot minute to scrub off. David left a sweatshirt and some shorts on the bed for you which you gladly took, preferring the warm clothes from your cold, sticky ones. You walked back out into the living room. David turned around and smiled at you before turning around and pointing at a plate he left on the kitchen table. “I thought you might be hungry.” he said, moving to sit at the table.

You made your way over, looking at the food before you. A pb&j, some chips, and a few strawberries. “Thank you.” you said, yet you didn’t move to eat it. You bunched the sleeves of the sweatshirt up to hold them so you didn’t nervously pick at your nails. “Why are you helping me?” you blurted out, even surprising yourself.

David stalled for a moment, “I just… couldn’t leave you there.” 

“You don’t know me, you don’t have an obligation.” you said, sneaking a chip off the plate.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I still wanted to make sure you’re okay. We work together, you work in… makeup?” he said, guessing the last bit.

“Props and set design.” you corrected him, continuing to eat the chips.

“Right! You came up with the carved up head in the pizzeria - fantastic idea by the way.” he smiled.

You smiled softly, nobody had really praised you on your props or designs before, you were an intern and treated as such. “Thank you, nobody has ever said that before. It means a lot coming from the star of the movie.”

David gave you a big smile just like Art. You chuckled, finally picking up the sandwich and eating it. You could see David relax a little, taking you eating as a small sign of trust. “Have you always wanted to work in film?” he asked curiously.

You nodded as you finished chewing, “Especially horror. I always wanted to be a ‘scream queen’ but never knew how to get into acting so I went to college for film and focused on sets and props and foley, etc. It’s fun to see it all come together in the end.” you smiled, rambling on about your job which you did truly love. 

David watched you talk with animated eyes, you were passionate and he loved to see you come out of your shy shell to talk about a side of movie making he wasn’t entirely familiar with. You two made your way to the living room at some point, still talking. It was like two old friends meeting up after a long time apart. Utterly comfortable and safe. You fed off each other in the best ways. As David left the living room to get some tea for you both you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter closed after such a long day. When David returns he smiles gently. His chest swelled with warmth, he liked you and he knew it. You were funny, kind, interesting, passionate,  and so much more. He put the tea down before gently picking you up. He laid you down on the guest bedroom bed and pulled the covers over you before leaving to his own room. 

-----------------------------------------

“And is it true you two got together under Cinderella like circumstances?” the interviewer asked you.

You laughed a little, reminiscing slightly before answering “Yeah, actually. I was living out of my car at the time. I was a lowly intern and just stoked to be working on a movie. All the money I made went to other more important things and rent isn’t exactly cheap so I did the best with what I had. David took me home one night because, ever the chivalrous gentleman, he didn’t want me to be unsafe or cold. And ever since then…” you gushed about him, blushing when you looked over slightly and saw him gazing at you like you were his world. “He saved me, in more ways than one.” you said, reaching out and holding his hand. 

David kissed the back of your hand, “We saved each other.” he said.

“And how do you feel about your relationship becoming public with the release of Terrifier 3?” the woman asked, directing it towards David. This was a panel completely dedicated to you two so you both rambled on. 

“Honestly I feel really good about it. She worked her way up from intern prop & set designer to full blown scream queen. And none of that had to do with me, she worked for that shit fair and square. And now with the release of the new movie, everyone can see how badass she is. The fans have been overwhelmingly supportive and it's amazing to see. ” David said, praising your work ethic.

“So how long have you two been together romantically? I know, nosey - but everyone is so curious since you just became public.” she asked.

“Well we were friends for what? Two years? Mind you, I was completely in love with her after just a few months but didn’t want to ruin the friendship so I admired from afar. And she was practically the only person I saw during COVID. Spending so much time together during that, I don’t know. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I kissed her and…” he said before you cut him off.

“We had some crazy ‘I’ve wanted this for so long’ sex and have been together ever since!” you smiled triumphantly. 

The crowd laughed as did David and the interviewer. “Well, all good things must come to an end - what does life after Terrifier look like for you two?” she asked.

You didn’t actually know how to answer that one. You’d been together for 4 years yet even you had subconscious worries about your relationship after the thing that brought you together ended. Your eyes shifted to David, seeing if he had an answer ready. You looked back at the interviewer but heard multiple people in the audience suck in breaths. You looked out at the crowd, seeing if everything was ok. Some people pointed behind you so you turned. David was on one knee holding out a ring before you, the black diamond glistening in the light. 

“Y/N - you are the most amazing woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You excite me, you challenge me… you love me unconditionally. I want nothing more than to wake up every day to you and be worthy of you. Will you marry me?” he said, his voice was firm and confident but you could see the slight tremble in his hands. 

You didn’t hesitate, you jumped up straddling him and knocking him back slightly. As you sat on his lap on your knees you kissed him deeply over and over again. The crowd was losing it - screaming, clapping, whistling, etc. 

“1000 times yes.” you whispered in his ear. You hugged him tightly before moving to stand up with him.

He raised his fist triumphantly, the crowd cheering with him once more. He pulled you in by your waist, dipping you slightly before kissing you hard. You both walked off the stage, the panel time ending on a high note. As soon as you checked your phone you saw Twitter and Instagram flooded with pictures and videos of the proposal. You smiled but put your phone away, relishing in the fact that you were officially going to be Mrs. Thornton. It was crazy to even think that but with David kissing up your neck the minute he closed the door to your private guest room you let yourself enjoy the feeling; your hand slipping down the door to lock it. 

“Wanna recreate the ‘I’ve wanted this for so long’ sex? Because honestly, I’ve wanted this for so long.” you said, holding your hand out and pointing to the ring.

David smiled seductively before hoisting you up by the back of your thighs so your legs wrapped around his waist, “Nothing would make me happier.” he said, kissing down your chest.

“I love you…” you moaned out between your little whimpers. 

“I love you…” he smiled up at you before slipping his hand down your pants.

---------------------------------

Naboo's Note:

Hello! Posting for our favorite guy again as promised. I got a request half way through writing this and here is the outcome so I hope you all like! Thank you so much for the support around these fics especially, I know its a relatively small fanbase, or at least one lacking in fics so I appreciate all the love around the DHT/Art fics. I hope you are all well, talk soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!

[devilmademewriteit]

Joel Miller & Javier Peña Headcanons (Drabbles?) Part 3!

another smutty edition<3

warnings: rough sex/smut (fingering, oral [both receiving], fem penetration, masturbation) so 18+ only content; afab fem reader; mentions of hair pulling; bratty!reader; violence (slapping, choking, threats); mentions of pornography; description of a panic attack; step-cest; pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart, darlin, hermosa, cariño) dubcon/non-con (age gap, power dynamics, coercion, just a bunch o’ shady shit in general imsosorry)

No use of y/n.

Hello! In honour of 2K followers (woot woot!!!) here is yet another work of absolute FILTH. These just get more and more insane idk what to do w myself. Your requests r gonna send me straight to hell. Anyways, I love u all so much. Don’t forget to join the taglist, you can find the other drabbles on my masterlist, & part 3 of Salvatore coming soon!

-em<3

—

Javi loves when you take charge—God, it just makes him laugh. He watches you, faithful that you’re in control while you ride him, fingers coiling weakly around his neck. “Gonna come for me, Peña?” He lets your imagination run wild until he grows impatient, sitting up to crush you between his arms, fucking up into you at his signature brutal pace. “Where’s all that tough talk now, hermosa?” He sounds so soft, so gentle compared to the thrust of his hips—snapping to bruise against the supple skin of your thighs. You never know how he manages to last so long, only that by the time his hot seed is leaking down between your legs, you’re barely conscious, barely human, and squirming away from those fingers—that cock—stealing non-stop orgasms from your core. He’s only satisfied once you’re reduced to his personal little plaything.

“Where you goin’, baby? I’m not fuckin’ done with you.”

Stepdad!Joel catching you and your boyfriend messing around in your bedroom; “Get out,” he growls, holding the door open as the young man scurries out, averting Miller’s violent gaze with his own downcast, darting eyes, hurriedly tucking himself back into his pants. Shame spreads like the wings of a Monarch across your heating cheeks. “Joel—I—” but he’s already too close, shaking his head in disappointment as he unhooks the buckle of his belt. “Didn’ think you were like that, baby…” and he’s pinning your shoulders down, covering your mouth with his calloused hand, muffling your protests to keep your little lesson private. “Pay attention, angel. F’you’re gonna act like a slut, you’re gonna get used like one, too.” Joel is huge, he stretches you far, far wider than your boyfriend ever could. When he bottoms out between your tight, silken walls, you can’t help your cry of surprise, of pain—of reluctant ecstasy. “Sshh, baby—don’t scream, don’t scream.”

“M’doin’ you a favour, see? Think you don’t fuckin’ deserve this?”

It had been ages since you’d last seen him. He’d gotten himself disciplinary leave—some shady business with an anti-Escobar group of vigilantes. But he’s back now (as your boss, no less) and so is that stupid-old-crush. And God, does he ever look good, sulking around in those navy fitted suits. Your heart had lurched when he’d recognized you—“Nice seeing a familiar face around here, ‘specially a pretty one like yours”—but working late tonight, finally on your way out the door, he commands it to a full stop when a worn-down, stressed-out Javier Peña calls you back into his office. “I-I don’t have a ride home, sir—I can’t miss the last bus,” as he dips down to brush kisses to the side of your throat, as his hands caress the valley of your waist, as he lifts you onto his desk, carelessly scattering confidential affidavits, narco-profiles, ball-point pens. “Oh, but you won’t last long, cariño—I promise,” and you believe him, because his thumb on that delicate, throbbing bud already beckons, pulls, drags you towards oblivion. Sooner or later, he would’ve had you like this—spread open on lacquered oak; thighs trembling in the cradle of his grip; fingers, helpless, tugging at his collar as his own curl inside you. You’re learning a new language: Javier’s native tongue.

“Not gonna say ‘no’ to your boss, now, are you, sweetheart?”

Slapping brat-tamer!Joel across the face after he spends hours teasing your dripping cunt; feeling him ripple with lust-soaked aggression when he finally pulls his damp cock from its drag-and-circle strokes against your clit. “Joel—fuck me, already,” and he claps the back of his hand across your cheekbone, yanks you down the mattress, settles himself to tower, cock in hand, right above your face. He wrenches your lips apart, slaps his length against your awaiting tongue—“Watch your mouth”—eyes alight with caution, irritation, warning. So, you respond, “Fuck you.” A big ol’ fist yanks you up by your hair—you know you’re being punished when he stuffs your filthy mouth oh-so-full with his length. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Every pained choke, the pressure of your hands pushing against the merciless, quick snaps of his thighs—it’s Joel Miller’s favourite kind of apology. He’s nonchalant, deceptively casual when he says it: “Nah, you don’t needa breathe—”

“—You’re gonna stop bein’ such a brat, or you’re gonna gag on an old man’s cock ‘til it fuckin’ kills y’a… whichever comes first, angel.”

On those rare nights he found himself alone, Javi liked to jack off, a glass of whiskey in his free hand. Sometimes with porn, most often without. When he did use the tapes, however, his go-to featured a dark haired man brutally fucking a girl into the dented pillows of a worn-in couch—God, she looked just like you. The real ‘you’ that was tough, incorruptible, a bit high-strung, and completely self-denying becomes a needy, cock-drunk mess at 6:12. Split wide open, taking it so rough, she whines, “You’re g’na m-make me come all—all over your c-cock.” If Javi doesn’t finish right then, he always does around the eleven minute mark, when her cheeks puff up around his fat tip, glassy eyes coming alive with that familiar, feminine devotion to male pleasure. When a forceful hand drags her lips down a long length of cock, that’s when Javi doesn’t stand a chance; he hangs off her every muffled, desperate word (and Christ, does her voice ever sound like yours): “Use me—please—use me, use me, use me.” In his twisted, sex-addled mind, he’s answering you, warm spend dripping onto thick, coiled fingers:

“I want to—fuck, wanna use every square inch of you, baby.”

The Jackson commune required all adults to take shifts patrolling the community; you’d been paired up with a far older, far more experienced, and far more… volatile partner. He rarely made conversation, but he got on with your dad, so it seemed like a good pairing, one that might teach you a thing or two—a rational decision. It wasn’t. Very quickly, you’d noticed his near tangible stares of hunger, the way his fingers clenched into white-knuckle-fists every time the weather warmed and your clothing got shorter—tighter. Soon, you’d made up your mind: you needed Joel. “Stop fuckin’ teasin’” he’d growled under the blood-orange glow of the southern sunset, grasping your flattened palm and moving it from its suggestive position on his chest, “M’not givin’ it to you.” Creeping in close, running your thumb across the sparse, silver-flecked hairs peppering his rigid jaw: “But I’ll be so good, Miller—I’ll listen, I can beg for it, too—please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“S’exactly the problem, darlin’. Jus’ one touch n’ I’d have you doin the dirtiest things for me… Fuck, wouldn’t be able to look your old man in the eye for months.”

Bonus Fluff:

Thank God they’d managed to stop the outbreak. It had felt like the end, at first, with the government-mandated lockdowns, people hoarding toilet paper and Lysol, going stir-crazy behind closed doors. And thank God for your neighbour, Joel Miller, who’d become something like your rock throughout those terrifying weeks. He’d never been close with your emotionally distant parents (really, who was?) but you were friends with his daughter, so he’d always treated you like one of his own. Until one Friday night, when you’d fallen asleep watching TV with Sarah and woken up to the thrum of your heart pounding against your ribs, beige walls closing in tight, the beginnings of a panic attack cresting throughout your shaking body. “S’okay, s’okay,” and he’d been there, cradling you in those blue-collar arms, cooing wispy, gentle comforts into the crook of your neck. The memory was mostly haze—but you kept the ghostly caresses of his finger tips smoothing the tense muscles beneath your skin, the near-kisses he’d brushed to your forehead, throat, and cheeks, and especially his look of restraint as he’d replaced your restrictive clothes with his own oversized tee. The next morning, you’d come to in his bed, nose nestled into the crumpled folds of his black t-shirt. Heat blossomed across your cheeks as the sunrise brought realization’s dawn upon you. “You jus’ wouldn’ calm down—” Joel’s concern had overwhelmed his tone as his thumb traced the apex of your cheekbone.

“Jus’ couldn’t stand to see you so… upset, sweetheart. Holdin’ you’s the only thing that seemed to do you any good.”

It took months of dating before Javi had been willing to surrender any personal information, any vulnerable thoughts to you. Christ, just learning his father’s name had felt like cracking the Da Vinci code. Instead of talking, whenever he got sad, angry, or upset, he soothed himself by stripping you down, shoving you onto all fours or holding your mouth open between his thumb and index—either one worked just as well. Somewhere down the line, you’d learnt that splitting you open left him more inclined to open up, himself. “Why is it always rough when you’re… unhappy?” It’s a timid question, posed with your cheek laid against his shoulder. First, he asks if you really want to hear the answer. Then, he responds with his eyes closed, shy strokes up and down the length of your spine. “Guess I like the control—feel so fuckin’ out of it when shit gets to me.” You go silent, startled by his honesty. “Does it bother you?” and he sounds nervous, concerned. “No,” you say passionately, ardently. “I like knowing I can help.” Smooth and quick, Javi cups your cheeks, pulling you up to straddle him and laying a fierce kiss at the altar of your swollen lips.

“You single-handedly brought me back to life, baby. Got no fuckin’ clue how much you do for me, every damn day.”

—

TAGLIST: @millllenniawrites @pining-and-tired @inkedells @stardust-chords-enthusiast @mattmurdocksgirlfriend @bookofbee @liviloo12346 @anyas-stuff @readingsunshine97 @maudlinflowers @sullysflm @sexygaypalpatine @livyjh @s-unflowxr @lostsoldieronahill @chapterhappygirl @raeluvshammett @silkiers @jupitersmoon-cal @supernaturaldean67 @razrsharpwhiteteeth @peqchsoup @corrodedcherries @hawsx3 @monboudoir @theonewithacrush @pono-pura-vida @sallymilkweed @fruitcupsworld @mads-grace4 @ayehomo

(The rest of the tags will be in a reblog—I don’t want this post to crash b/c of the amount of tags lol).