#the tears come back...i cried so much back then

[chuulyssa]

──── ★ DRUGS SUCK IT UP LIKE VANILLA ICYS the recruiter x reader ────

starring the recruiter x detective!reader count 1.3k genre 18+ dark themes, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, gunplay, mentions of smut, overall there’s not much smut here but i’ll probably post a part 2 which will have smut tho

notes wanted to write smth non horny but gong yoo just had to deepthroat that gun 🙂‍↔️ wrote this at 2am and i have my practicals tmr so errrrr if this does well yall will be spoilt with part 2 soon

You had no idea when you had lost track of him. One minute, you had been following his step through the bustling train station, and the next, your vision had blurred, and a sharp pain had shot at the base of your skull.

You didn’t know how long it had been since then. You opened your eyes, immediately shutting them back due to the sudden appearance of light to them. The scent of cigarette smoke filled your nostrils, and your tongue tasted blood.

You wriggled, trying to move your arms, but your hands had been tied behind your back, ankles tied to the legs of the chair you had been made to sit on. You opened your eyes once more. The room was dim with a single light bulb flickering on and off again and again.

“Detective,” a voice cooed at you from behind you.

You snapped your neck up to see his face smiling gleefully, staring down at you with a predatory glint in his eyes.

“Imagine my surprise,” he continued, moving away to stand in front of you, “when I realized the pretty lady that had been following me all this while,” he leaned against what you could make out to be a wooden table, “was you.”

His smirk was maddening. You remembered it from all those years ago. The handsome man in a suit, way too overdressed to meet you where he had. The man who had approached you when you were hopelessly drunk in a children’s park, crying about an unsolved case. He had wiped your tears back then, kissed your fears away. You still recall his words.

“Since we’re in a children’s park, how about a children’s game?”

Thank god for the polite refusal of yours, or you would’ve been in the same position as your current client. Seong Gihun. For whom you had been trailing this man for weeks now. The Recruiter.

“Hello? Earth to you, miss?” He snapped his fingers in front of your dazed face, making you jump at the sudden sound. He laughed at you. Then, flicking ash from his cigarette onto the floor, he mocked you. “I had such high hopes for you back then, sweetheart. But you said no,” he pouted, then cackled maniacally at your expression. “I got a kiss though!”

“Shut up,” you hissed.

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing throughout the small room. Your eyes darted around to check for windows or exits, but you couldn’t find any in the pale lighting. “Aw, you want me to let you go? After you’ve been my little shadow for the past month?”

You looked away, and he only smirked, walking towards you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it upwards to catch your attention. “You look at me while we’re speaking. Don’t you have manners, love?”

“Don’t call me that,” you scoffed.

“Oh, you don’t want me to call you that? Is that right, love?” He jeered. When you scowled at him, he dropped his smirk. “Oh, come on now. We both know you’re not going anywhere. Come, let’s have a chat, shall we?”

He sat on the floor, his toes lifting him off the ground by themselves. The soles of his shoes clinked, tilting up so that he was mostly leaning onto you.

“It’s so flattering,” he began, “that you spent so much time trying to follow me all this time later. Am I that captivating, Miss Detective?”

“No.”

“Ah, but you are, certainly,” he nuzzled his face into your lap, making you squirm. You tried to close your thighs, but the restraints didn’t allow you to. “I’ve been dreaming of you ever since I saw you that night.”

He hummed, his knees going down to support his stance. He moved his hands to caress the front of your waist softly. “I cried because you were crying. So don’t cry over anything other than me, hm? It makes me so upset.”

He unbuttoned your pants swiftly, and you flinched. He looked up, amused at your reaction. You glared at him, refusing to speak, but the look in your face, the desire in your eyes, even the wetness he could practically smell betrayed you. He tilted his head.

“Still so stubborn,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. You jerked your head away, but the restraint made it futile.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re in my world now, detective. And in my world, we play games.”

He pulled out a revolver from under his suit. The metallic click of the very much real weapon cocking made your breath hitch.

Where did he get that from?

He always managed to surprise you.

“Russian roulette,” he announced dramatically, spinning the cylinder. “You know this, yes? A game of chance. Just like life.”

“You’re fucking insane,” you spat, trying to keep your voice steady, but you could feel it quaking in fear. You were scared now.

“Maybe,” he agreed, stepping behind you and pressing the cold barrel of the gun to your temple. “But aren’t you curious, detective? I am. I’m so so curious. You make me feel it. To crave it. Don’t you see it?”

You closed your eyes. The pressure of the gun against your skin seemed unbearable now. It was as if the nuzzle could pierce through your brain with how he was holding it against you.

“I want to see,” he kissed the top of your head, “just how far you’re willing to go to solve this case.”

I’ll do anything, you thought.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Beg me to stop, but there’ll be consequences then. Or take the risk.”

His voice was a low purr. The gun shifted slightly, trailing down your temple to rest just below your jaw.

“Say the word, and I’ll put it all to an end. No more games. No more questions.” His other hand came up, ghosting over your chest. “But then you’ll have to give me something else in return.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to steady your breathing as he groped your breast through the fabric of your shirt. The room felt too small, the air too thin.

“What’s it going to be, darling?” he teased, the nickname twisting in your gut like a knife. His fingers found your hardened nipple through the fabric, and his lips your neck.

“I...” you started, but your voice cracked. His soft chuckle rumbled against your pulse, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine.

“No shame in fear,” he said, almost kindly. The gun tilted up, tilting your chin with it, forcing you to meet his dark, hungry gaze in the reflection of the mirror in front of you. “Little Miss Detective, found dead in a basement room. Your parents wouldn’t like to hear that now, would they?”

Your eyes widened. He knew. He knew from the start you had been tailing him. He had kept tabs on you, more than you had on him.

“Stop,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Ah, is that the best you can do?” He cooed at you, and your hands clenched into fists.

“Please let me go,” you said, almost angrily, and he threw his head back to laugh.

“That’s not how you say it, dolly.”

You took a deep breath in, feeling your pride crush and fall down around you in bits and pieces. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He repeated in a child-like voice. “Like what?”

“Anything you like.”

His smile grew. “Will you be willing to play a game with me, then?” His hand reached under your shirt to caress your nipple, and you could feel yourself gushing at the touch.

“What game?”

[chris-prank]

Hi, sorry if this is awkward but I’ve never sent an ask before 😭

I really like your series with Jacce, and I was wondering if you could write something (nsfw) with him receiving. Maybe some nipple play or pegging? Writhing around on the floor after writing this

Your ask wasn’t awkward at all don’t worry 💪🏻

And I can totally write about Jacce being on the receiving end (I’m keeping the nipple play for his main story, you guys will see what I mean later😏)

CW: NSFW, top reader, dom reader, sub yandere and teasing

It’s gender neutral so you can imagine that reader as a biological dick or a strap on.

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You were convinced you never saw Jacce trembling with this much excitement before, and that was saying a lot as he was always a horny mess when it came to you. You figured that it was because the roles were different this time around. You were in fact the one topping, something that you two wanted for a long time, but both parties had been too awkward to bring it up first. It all boiled down to Jacce intimidating size. You feared rejection at the suggestion of dicking him down, thinking he wouldn’t want to be in such a vulnerable position.

But there he was, laid out before you like a five star Michelin dish, with oil covering his erected shaft and all the way down to his hole. The latter was perfectly exposed to your eyes since Jacce had his legs spread out on each side, shuddering in anticipation every two seconds. You were perfectly lined up between them, your tip brushing against his asshole occasionally, and every time it did, you could hear the faintest whines coming from him. Seeing Jacce so eager for you and your cock made you want to turn him into a complete mess, as mean as it sounded.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted this sooner?” You punctuated your question by finally sliding it in.

At the sudden feeling of his muscle widening, Jacce’s back lifted off the bed in a beautiful arch. “Haah! I-I just didn’t think you… Mmf... you would want to…”

“And why is that?”

“Be-Because… Ngff… I’m tall and-and hairy—” Seeing tears forming in the corner of his eyes you cupped his cheek, cutting him short in his self-deprecation.

“Don’t worry, it's even better that you’re big and hairy.” You leaned down to kiss the tears away, while moving your hips at a leisure pace, “because it’s more satisfying to turn you into a stupid slut that way.”

Jacce moaned at the mix of insults and compliments, while wrapping his legs around your hips to keep you close, pushing your shaft deeper into him as a result. You cooed some more reassuring words into his ear right until your pelvis was flush against him. Glancing down between your two bodies, you grinned.

“You greedy little thing.”

You leaned back again, wanting to have his whole body and face in your field of view. It made the man weakly reach for you with a small frown, so you gratefully took his hand, intertwining your fingers. With your free hand, you petted up his happy trail in a repetitive motion, just like someone would do to a pet they found irresistible. It was humorous how the tip of his cock would reach your arm and graze it subtly. That’s when your fingers meet a small bump on his stomach. Your brain didn’t even have the time to register what it was that Jacce cried out an ear scratching moan, his eyes rolling back in his skull.

You were stunned for a good moment, but soon you decided to try out a theory, pulling your hips back, while keeping your palm on his lower stomach, you met with his ass once again with a swift thrust. Just like you suspected, every time you pulled out of him the small bump would disappear then reappear once you were back inside, and that brought wicked ideas to your mind. As you now grinded against him, you applied more pressure onto his stomach. The effects were immediate, Jacce’s crossed legs squeezing you tighter and his fingers clenching onto your knuckles. During your administration, you could feel subtle shudders that coursed all over his body as well, including his dick, the tip of it smearing precum onto your forearm. It’s as if you had touched the right button in his brain, making it impossible for him to say anything except pathetic “Ah Ah” and muffled whimpers.

“Feel that puppy? That’s me all the way up there.” You rubbed your palm against it as you spoke, “doesn’t it feel weirdly good in your tummy?”

The mess under you opened his mouth agape in a silent scream, strings of saliva connecting his top and bottom lips. It was indeed an unusual sensation that made it impossible for him to define where the pleasure and the discontent started or ended. Jacce’s mind was also too engulfed in pleasure at the moment to have any sense of self-control or dignity, his tongue lolling out of his mouth without a care of what he might look like. But despite his dazed state, his gaze was still drilled on you at the best of his effort and his grip on your hand stayed strong.

You hoped you could burn this image into your retina forever.

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Sorry if it took me some time to answer! I wasn’t satisfied with the first draft and completely started over 😅

[ceresun]

hii queen i suck ass at creativity but i was wondering if u'd write some daeho hc's abt him and reader in the games tg? like maybe they dated before or smth but rekindle in the games? probably like angst ig or wtv 🙏

(i'm sorry i suck at writing requests 😣)

traces lost to time

pairing : kang daeho x gender neutral! reader

summary : Aware of those who had people they loved participating in these death games, he felt quite bad for them. But never once did he think he’d have to experience their reality of constant worry. At least not up until you show up.

extra : hai nonnie! thank you sososo much for the request :3!! ajebfkwbdka hopefully you like it!! I can feel like I wrote way more than just hcs but whatever.. daeho may be ooc ergh. this isn’t proofread and I’m bad at angst sorryz

⟢ A relationship with Daeho would have to be a strong one before he can think about someone in a romantic sense, so I see this being a childhood friends to lovers situation. Being this close with him means he’d naturally feel like he could tell you anything without any fear of judgement from you. Yet, this still didn’t stop him from keeping parts of himself hidden. This is genuinely one of the only reasons I can see a relationship with Daeho going downhill.

⟢ His father was always a traditional one. The constant reprimands of never being “a real man” and being too soft weren’t ones Daeho was unfamiliar with. Being childhood friends with him, you knew what his father was like. The younger you didn’t put much thought into his words, yet still comforted Daeho when he was visibly upset by his fathers words. But as you grew older and the times his father reprimanded him grew, you found it difficult to ignore how Daeho would get quieter and the way he’d try to stop his eyes from tearing up.

⟢ After his time in the marines, you couldn’t stop but notice the little difference in him. The way he’d tense up slightly when hearing a loud noise before going back to doing what he had been doing, or the way you’d wake up at random times in the night to hear his muffled cries, only stopping himself when he heard your shuffles. He had never been one to do those things, at least not before his time in the marines.

⟢ You, being Daeho’s closest friend and partner, would want to get him to open up with you about how he truly feels. Yet you’d only be faced with rejection. He didn’t necessarily mean to block you out, but he couldn’t stand to face you during this low period in his life. Thus causing you to leave.

⟢ At this point, Daeho kind of knew he had screwed up. It only hit him hard when he was able to regain some stability in his life. You were essentially his anchor yet he was still drifting and lost at sea. Following this, his life slowly starts getting worse and worse. He starts racking up a debt that he isn’t able to pay back. So, when a man comes up to him and offers him the ability to earn money while seemingly only having to play simple games, he takes him up on his offer.

⟢ It isn’t until everyone is waiting for the first game to start when he finally sees you. It’s been quite a while since he’s seen you, so he hesitates to come up and talk to you. It isn’t until he hears you talk to the woman next to you that he realizes it actually is you. He only gets to walk to where you stood before the games abruptly start. When people start getting killed, his first thought isn’t his safety, but instead yours. When gi-hun advises people to get behind those bigger than them he immediately pulls you behind him. It’s the first time you’ve seen him since you’d left, so seeing him shocked you quite a bit. As soon as you two cross that finish line he is all over you and making sure you weren’t hurt in any way. You have to practically yell at him to get his attention.

⟢ From there on, you’re not leaving his sight for even a second. Don't even think about trying to join a team without him because he will not let you. It’s not a want to have control over you but instead a fear of losing you that makes him like this. He tries his absolute hardest to make sure the both of you make it out of these games alive, yet it still wasn’t enough. During mingle, as soon as the number is called your group starts running towards a vacant room. In the midst of all the chaos, someone had pushed you out of the way in order to secure a spot themselves.

⟢ You had only a couple seconds left as you got up and ran towards the door. It wasn’t until the door had locked when Daeho realized you weren’t in the room with them. He didn’t exactly know what he felt at that moment. It was a big mix of anger, hurt, and emptiness. This would be one just one of the things that’d cause him to spiral. You best believe he is going insane on the person who had pushed you. He wouldn’t kill them, just beat them hard.

⟢ He’d ultimately be determined to make it out of the games alive for both of you. One of his biggest regrets is never really making up for what had happened between you two. He’ll never truly be able to get that closure. But there’s nothing he can do now.

© ceresun >ᴗ< -> my works are not to be translated or reposted without permission!

[mrsshabana]

𝐄𝐦𝐨 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x genderneutral!reader, fluff ꒦꒷‧₊ Note A gift for @matsukaah based on a beautiful artwork she did ♡

"Is that Gyutaro Shabana?" You said in disbelief as you saw the familiar boy walking around the mall in heavy emo fashion.

Black nails, eyeliner, ripped skinny jeans, studded belts, and combat boots. He looked like he walked straight out of an early 2000s HotTopic ad.

This isn't how you're used to seeing him. No, at school he's usually dawning the same uniform as everyone else and keeps to himself.

He always seemed so shy and quiet that you never would have imagined this was how he dressed outside of class. Though it makes sense—the prestigious Catholic school would never allow such a thing.

Gyutaro only goes full out like this on long breaks, like summer and winter. Mostly because he'd get annoyed painting his nails every weekend just to have to rub it off before school started on Monday.

God, did he hate that school. He's only going because his stupid stepdad is forcing him to. But if it were up to Gyutaro he wouldn't be in school at all. He much rather start a band with his friends.

Not to mention the constant bullying he goes through. You wouldn't know it because you never hung around him that much, but he gets picked on almost daily. His unconventional appearance and his shy personality make him a prime target for bullies.

Sure, you were nice to him when you'd cross paths but it was never enough to make a significant difference or improve his shitty school experience.

So you could say he's shocked when he sees you approaching him at the mall, waving your hands like you two are friends.

"Uh... hey Y/N," he mumbles when you get close.

"Hey Gyutaro! I like your outfit!" You say with a cheery expression that would annoy him if it was on anyone else's face but yours.

His eyes widen like he can't believe you just complimented him, "Th-thanks... I like your shirt. D-Did you get it at HotTopic?" He asks shyly, not used to having casual conversation with someone as cute as you.

You look down as he points to the anime shirt you're wearing, "Oh, yeah I did. How'd you know?"

"I go there all the time, I've seen it before," he smiles softly and moves a strand of hair out of his face, revealing his red cheeks, "Um... they're actually having their semi-annual sale right now. Maybe... I dunno... we could go check it out together?"

"I'd love to," you blush, surprised that he wants to hang out with you, "Lead the way."

After that day you exchanged numbers and he'd always ask you to go shopping with him. You were the only person besides his sister who knew he was emo, so naturally he loved inviting you out with him so he wouldn't be so lonely.

Despite his intimidating appearance, Gyutaro was a sweet guy. Extremely shy, but super sweet.

He'd be too shy to ask you out on proper dates, only asking you to go shopping with him because he didn't want you to think he was weird or to know that he was crushing on you. But to his dismay, Ume told you exactly how her brother felt about you.

Because the first time you came over to their house she said, "Brother won't shut up about you! It's Y/N this and Y/N that! I think he's obsessed with you. Can you guys just kiss or whatever so he'll stop talking about you all the time? It's like getting annoying."

Gyutaro's face turned red with embarrassment and he ran to his room. He can't believe his sister outed him like that in front of his crush! It's taking all of his willpower to hold back his tears. The only thing stopping them from flowing is knowing that it'll ruin his eyeliner if he cries.

"Hey Gyu... can I come in?" you say as you softly knock on his door. You don't get a response so you enter the room anyways to find him sitting on his bed with his hands covering his face.

He can't bear to look at you as he feels you sit beside him, the embarrassment he feels is overwhelming.

Gently wrapping your hands around his wrists, you move his hands away from his face and stare into his watery blue eyes. The amount of shame and fear in his gaze makes your heart ache.

So in a swift movement, you lean forward and kiss his chapped lips. His eyes widen but he doesn't pull away, instead leaning into your embrace as your acceptance feels too good to ignore.

Once you pull away you smile and move his long hair away from his face, "If I knew you liked me as much as I liked you I would have done that a long time ago."

And that's how your relationship with the shy emo boy began.

[hatsbuckets]

John teaches his kids how to drive early.

Headcanons

W/C: 615

He starts getting them behind the wheel in his lap when they're toddlers, starts letting them actually drive by the time they're ten, they're fully capable of getting around by the time they're 13.

He only does this out on the private property he owns of course. It's not a big plot, but it's enough to drive a car around in. He sets up fake obstacle, traffic cones, and even spray paints the grass with lanes. Eventually he's driving the second car so they can practice merging.

To the kids it's a game, to John it could save their lives or someone else's. It's in the case of emergencies, when someone needs to be driven and no adult is able, when a call to emergency services is out of reach, when they need to get out of a tight spot and John's not there- God forbid.

He explains this to them at some point, making sure they understand that this is for emergencies. This is just in case. They should never have to. And when his son is able to repeat it back to him, John simply says "That's a good man."

His kids would beam when they finally get that stamp of approval. They know their dad just wants to keep them prepared, but come on, this is so much fun.

Fun until it wasn't...

John's wife had taken their two kids out to their little plot of land-a little farm in its own right by this time-one day for the fresh air though. Thing is, she's very pregnant with the third, and there is no cell service way out in this part of the country.

And she goes into labor.

John's son would be scared but motivated by his mother's calm urge to get into the truck, and trust what he's learned. Their daughter would hold her mom's hand in the back of the truck, nearly crying at the pain the woman seemed to be in.

Their son would drive, shouting at his sister to keep trying the phone. Call Dad. Tell Dad their baby sister is on the way. Call Dad. Tell Dad they're going to the hospital. Call Dad. Tell Dad they're scared, he doesn't want to drive into town, not really.

John doesn't answer. He's not done with his mission. Somehow though, in the light traffic of the early afternoon and with the training engrained into him, his son gets his family to the small-town hospital.

They take their mom in and one of the nurses is nice enough to stay with the kids. He'd console John's son as the adrenaline makes way to tears.

Finally, John calls them back. His daughter answers, barely able to explain what's going on through her tears, but John gets the idea. She passes the phone to her brother, and John's voice would be as calm as it could be.

Easy, son. That's a good man. You're mum's okay yeah? Yeah. You're okay yeah? I'm proud of you. I'll be there as soon as I can, yeah?

He was lucky not to miss the arrival of his first two, he'd be damned if he missed the third. He'd be there as soon as he could.

And his kids are waiting, both- all three of them- sleeping near their mother. She'd smile when John enters, the man sleep deprived and barely hosed down for a clean. He'd silently creep into the room, kneeling at her side and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He'd lean against her arm, staring at their newest little angel.

I'm so proud of you, love. I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

She'd smile and shush him gently, tilting their new joy just a bit so he could see her. You're here now. And so is she.

A/N FUCK I don't know where this came from, but I got possessed, cried, and wrote. Inspired by the fact that my friend really did this when he was younger, and his mom went into labor while he was alone on their family farm. (also to my knowledge it's not illegal in most places for children under the legal driving age to drive in emergencies? but fuck if I know or care.)

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

daddy hurt/comfort

“baby.. are you okay?”

you buried your head farther into the pillow, shoving your fists over your leaking eyes.

“baby. talk to daddy.” he sat on the edge of the bed, trying his best to soothe you by rubbing his hand across your back. you shook with sobs.

“princess.. you cried the whole way home and you haven’t stopped crying since we got here.” he sounded sad. and he was. it broke his heart to see you like this. “let daddy help.”

you continued to cry. a mixture of sad tears, happy tears, frustrated tears. the day finally catching up with you, the relief that it was finally over, his sweet words reminding you how thankful you are to have him. you didn’t want him to worry. you wanted to tell him what was wrong. but you couldn’t get the words out through all the crying. and the thought of you crying this much, made you feel pathetic. which only made you cry harder.

“can i lay down with you, baby?” he asked. “or do you want to be alone?”

you just nodded.

he chuckled a little. “which thing are you nodding to, sweet girl?” he asked. “cuddles?”

you nodded again.

“okay baby.” he pulled the covers back and climbed in next to you, pulling you tight to his chest. “come here baby. let daddy hold you.”

you clung to his t-shirt, soaking it with your tears. he shushed and cooed at you, rubbing your back and kissing your head until your crying seemed to calm down a little bit.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

you sniffled. “it’s stupid.”

“no it’s not, baby.” he said against your hair, squeezing you tighter. “if you’re this upset, it’s not stupid.”

your tears started to fall again. it seemed once they started, it was very hard to get them to stop. “i just.. i had a really long day.”

he hummed. “frustrated tears?”

he knew you so well. you nodded. “and happy tears. happy that the day is over and that i have you.” tears were silently streaming down your cheeks still, but you ignored them and clumsily kissed his chest over his shirt.

“oh my baby..” he gave you a big squeeze. “my sweet girl. i’m happy to have you. you’re my everything. you know that? my whole world revolves around you. and i hate to see you so upset. it breaks daddy’s heart.”

“i’m sorry.”

he kissed the top of your head again. “don’t apologize baby. there’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”

you sniffled again. your tears had pretty much stopped. he pulled away and looked down at you. your red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks looked up at him. he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a tissue. he held it to your nose. “blow.” he said. and you did. “good girl, baby.” he wiped your nose and threw the tissue in the trash.

you let out a big yawn, crying always did take it out of you. “are you sleepy, baby?”

you nodded, your head falling back to his chest. he cuddled you closer, returning to rubbing your back. “go ahead and sleep baby.” he said. “my big, brave girl. you did well today. daddy is so proud of you.”

and you drifted off to sleep in the comfort and warmth of his embrace.

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no this isn’t my return to writing daddy content, i just needed this rn. cried so hard before writing this that my head is pounding and now i sound like darth vader bc i can’t breathe through my nose.

[babyhatesreality]

You Won't Let Me

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, bratty baby, gentle discipline, and guess what- fluff.

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Concentrate, Rogers he said to himself for the 3rd time in as many minutes, forcing his eyes back onto the screen. Then he heard you squawk indignantly at Bucky's latest proclaimation.

Oh who was he kidding? This was hilarious and he knew exactly where it was heading....to him.

In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....

"PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Steve quietly choked on his laughter, trying as hard as he could to be silent. Get it out now before she gets here, he coached himself, nearly doubling over from the effort of keeping the hilarity as quiet as possible. He had been working on going through footage of this week's recruit training, analyzing and making notes, while Bucky was tasked with keeping you entertained. He'd been listening to the two of you fighting for the last five minutes. Well, not so much of a fight as you throwing a tantrum for not getting your way and Bucky not backing down. Your increasingly insanity-fueled negotiation tactics were met with Bucky's straight up "no", and this was absolutely hysterical to Steve as he listened to the two of your verbally sparring. You were both so incredibly stubborn that when you went head to head, it was hilarious.

Steve managed to compose himself as he heard your wail get louder as you approached the office door. He knew you were giving him crocodile tears, so he decided to play along. You appeared in the doorway, head thrown back dramatically as you fake-cried for him.

"Oh, wait," you cut off suddenly, remembering your rules and knowing that you needed to be good in order to get Papa on your side. You politely knocked three times on the doorframe, then looked Steve dead in the eye.

"Come in," Steve said, clenching his teeth together to keep from laughing at your abrupt demeanor change.

"PAPAAAAAAAAAAAA!" you commenced immediately, throwing your head back again and waddling your way towards him, arms outstretched. Steve thanked everything above that you squeezed your eyes shut dramatically when you did this so you didn't see him snort again. He took a quick, shaky breath to try to pull it together.

"Oh, oh, oh, come here, Baby," Steve said in a tone that normally would have been patronizing, but he knew it was exactly what you wanted to hear right now; your theatrics were endlessly entertaining to him. He held his arms out to you, and you tumbled forward, still wailing (yet there were no tears on your face-shocker). He gathered you up and gently set you on his lap. "There, there. What's got my pretty baby so upset?" he cooed, leaning his cheek onto the top of your head so he could grin without you seeing.

"Daddy bein' mean!"

"Daddy's being mean?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh no! That's not good, is it?"

"No it not!"

"What did Daddy do?"

"He bein' mean!"

"Right, you said that already, my fault. How is he being mean?"

"He won't let do ANYTHING!"

"He won't let you do anything?" Steve replied in his best shocked voice, pulling back a bit so he could look at you. Completely oblivious, you nodded vigorously.

"Yeah! He won't let me do ANYTHING!"

"Oh my! That is mean!"

"Yeah! Like I said!"

"You mean, he won't let you color?" he asked, watching you carefully for your reaction.

You didn't disappoint. It was like your brain started buffering- you clearly hadn't been expecting this question. Your little brow furrowed, and your words stuck in your mouth. You looked adorably confused as you tried to come up with a proper response. "Well, no, he didn't say that."

"Did he say you can't play with your toys?"

"No..."

"Did he say you can't read your books?"

"Well no but..."

"But I thought you said he wouldn't let you do anything?"

"...Dat's not what I mean!"

"Oh, I see. What do you mean, then?"

"I mean he won't let me play what I wanna play!"

"Ah, I understand. What do you want to play that he said no?" Steve called upon every professional tool he had to keep a straight face as he watched you try to twist your words to win his favor. It didn't help that Bucky had grumpily huffed to the doorway by this time and was leaning against the frame, a scowl on his face and arms folded.

"Um....well, 'cause it's MINE I wanted to play like I was on the moon, and DADDY said-"

"Wait, you wanted to play that you were on the moon?"

"Yeah! Cause it's MINE!"

"What is yours?" Steve asked innocently, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

"My bed!"

"What does your bed have to do with the moon?"

"Cause it's MINE and I wanted to play like the moon so I wanted to..." you trailed off, your eyes suddenly darting to Papa's. He could see the little gears turning behind your eyes. "....wanted to be on my bed and play the moon," you finished quickly, hoping that Papa would skate past this and get to the point you were trying to make.

"But wait," Steve played confused, "How does being on your bed make you on the moon?"

"Um...cause on the moon it's...bouncy and IS MY BED and I wanted to play the moon!"

"Oh, I see. Did you want to bounce on your bed and pretend that you were on the moon?"

"I wanted to be on the moon on MY bed!"

"But Baby, you know that you're not allowed to jump on your bed."

"Not jumping. Bouncing."

"What's the difference?"

"You bounce on the moon. You no JUMP on the moon."

"Ah, I see. But it's the same action, right?"

"....."

"I think it is. And that means that you're not allowed to bounce on the bed either."

"But is MY bed!"

"Well that is true-"

"SEE?!"

"-but do you remember why Daddy and I-" Steve put a slight emphasis on Daddy and I, subtly reminding you that they were a team. " -said no jumping or bouncing on the bed?"

"Um....cause....."

"Because...?"

"Because I could get hurt BUT DAT WON'T HAPPEN!"

"Baby, you can't know that."

"Yes I can!"

"How can you know that?"

"Because he won't let me!"

"Daddy won't let you bounce. Right- so-"

"No, no, Daddy won't let me get hurt!"

"He won't let you bounce so you don't get hurt, that's right-"

"No, Daddy SAVE me from getting hurt! He no let me get hurt!"

That threw Steve for a moment. "Well, you're right Baby, Daddy won't let you get hurt, but-"

"SEE?!" you said, throwing your arms out to the side, your eyes widening dramatically. "See?! I not gonna get hurt! And is MY bed!"

"Wait," Steve said, a warmth slowly spreading in his chest. "So you know Daddy won't ever let you get hurt no matter what, so you think that it's okay to jump on your bed if he's there?"

"Yeah!" you said incredulously, surprised it took him this long to catch up. Papa was usually smarter than this. Must be having an off-day.

Steve couldn't help but smile softly at that, especially when he saw Bucky's jaw hit the floor with astonished and overwhelmed feelings. Your mental game of going from point A to point B was unfathomably flawed, but it was the fact that you KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn't get hurt if Bucky was anywhere near that absolutely made him melt. That it was so deeply ingrained that you were safe and cared for, that anything that happened when they were around was a non-issue for you. You knew that you were safe, as long as they were around.

It was the simple truths like this that you believed that made them feel more like superheroes than anything else.

However....

"Well, what happens if the bed breaks when you're jumping on it?"

"BOUNCING on it."

"Excuse me, bouncing on it."

"Is okay! Is MY bed. And I sleep with you!"

"You can always sleep with me and Daddy, you know that. But if your bed breaks, then where will you keep all your stuffies?"

"Oh."

"Daddy and I would buy you a new bed, right?"

"Right!"

"So don't you think we should have a say in what you can do on your bed?"

"I....guess so..." you said musingly. Steve grinned to himself as he watched you start to piece it all together.

"So maybe, even if Daddy will always, always save you-" Steve looked up at his husband who now had tears in his eyes and a soft smile on his face. "-maybe it's not a good idea if you bounce or jump on any bed, right?"

You sighed heavily, then slumped against his chest. "Yeah, dat makes sense," you said in the weariest voice in the world. Steve couldn't keep his chuckle inside this time as he wrapped his arms lovingly around you.

"So, is Daddy still mean then?" he asked gently. You popped up, a horrified look on your face, then twisted around towards the door so fast he was worried you were going to break your neck (and the irony of the thing was not lost on him). You scrambled off Steve's lap, tore across the room, and absolutely flung yourself into Bucky's arms. Bucky responded instantly, scooping you up and crushing you into his chest, hugging you so hard to keep the tears from pouring down his cheeks.

"Daddy, I so so sorry! You not mean! You not mean at ALL! I sorry!!"

"I love you Trouble, I'm sorry that I didn't explain myself," Bucky said, in a voice that was clearly trying to suppress the emotional gravel.

"No, I no listen. I no listened and I sorry. I very sorry. Um....should I sit in Time Out?" you asked him, completely sincerely. Steve had to cover his mouth this time to keep from snickering at your adorableness, as he watched Bucky melt into a puddle right before his eyes.

"No, baby, you don't need to sit in Time Out. But why don't we let Papa get back to work? I have an idea how we can play on the moon without jumping on the bed. What do you say?"

"YOU DO?!"

"Yup. Go say thank you to Papa for helping, then we'll get to it," Bucky said with a grin, all grumpiness forgotten, as he set you on your feet and gave you a gentle pat on the butt. With a squeal, you tore back across the room and flung yourself at Steve this time, who laughed and cuddled you in close.

"Tank you Papa!" you said, before throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a sloppy, noisy kiss on the cheek. "I love you!" Steve peppered your face with kisses in return, making you squeal with delight again, before setting you back down. "Bye Papa! I going to the moon! I bring you back some cheese!" Steve burst out laughing as you and Bucky took off down the hallway.

Later on that day, while he was still going through footage, Steve's phone suddenly pinged. He opened up a message from Bucky with a link for a giant indoor trampoline, with the message "Y'know, because she knows I'll always be there to save her and not let her get hurt".

"Are you asking me or telling me, Sergeant?" Steve called out with a grin, knowing that Bucky's super soldier ears would hear him.

In response, Bucky text him a huge grinning emoji.

[thanosscross]

Fake Girlfriend, Fake Boyfriend, Silly! - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 3

Summary: After the last show, you were all put on break for a few weeks before your shows picked back up again, you and Seung Hyun suffering from the feelings and consequences of the previous conversation, the boys of BigBang feel the need to step in before you end up the k-pop world.

Warnings: sad asf, I am so sorry but we needed some angst added in, but don't worry next part will be the FLUFFIEST of fluff, I promise <33, Reader and Seung Hyun both suffering from depression

It was a full week of hurting, feeling lost, and confused, Seung Hyun's words repeating in your head every hour of every day, you were fake dating, how could you of been so stupid thinking it could be anything real. As you walked into your home you didn't spare the boys a second glance, just happy to be back home for a few weeks before tour picked back up, Seung Hyun watched as your door slammed before no lights came on, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him, why the hell did he have to say that?

You'd be able to spend three days to yourself before your door was being pounded on loudly, not expecting much you made your way from your bedroom to the front door, slowly opening it to see Dae-sung offering you a soft smile "I'm really not in the mood" You muttered trying to shut the door back, but instead he stopped it with his foot "Sorry, dear..I was sent here" He stated before making his way cautiously inside, you just made your way back to your room, if he wanted to talk he'd have to follow you.

Dae-sung could feel a lump forming in his throat, he hated seeing his two friends like this, you and Seung Hyun both changed, reducing yourselves to hiding in your bedrooms the entire time. Crawling back under the blankets you pulled the hood to Seung Hyun's hoodie up staring off into your usual spot on the wall "Oh honey" He whispered sympathetically quickly moving to lay beside you, pulling you into a tight hug, once you felt the warmth of an actual hug, not a choreographed one you broke down, your chest feeling like it was slowly getting tighter as your cried against your friend's side, unable to say anything.

Ji-Yong and Tae-Yang weren't getting any further with Seung Hyun, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands he couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore, he felt terrible, out of nervousness he said the most obvious thing, not realizing how badly it'd hurt you, that's not what he wanted, he didn't want to see you hurting, let alone because of something he did. "Seung Hyun! Just talk to her!" Tae-Yang encouraged, he just shook his head in reply "No! W-What if she wants something between us?" He asked, starting to fidget with the rings that sat on his fingers "Isn't that what all of us want?" Ji-Yong asked like it was obvious "Not anymore...what if I hurt her like this again?" Seung Hyun replied sadly shaking his head before letting himself fall to the side to lay in his bed.

"I-I just...friends don't treat each other like that right? T-They don't look at the way we look at each other" You ranted sadly to your friend who nodded along "Y/n, Seung Hyun loves you, he just...has his own fears and anxieties that sometimes prevent him from doing the things he really wants" Dae-Sung explained, you were both sitting up now, but your head was rested against his shoulder "I just...I don't know..if I can keep doing this" You whispered, coming to a decision you'd call the agency tomorrow morning to speak about getting out of the fake relationship with Seung Hyun "Doing what? Y-You're not leaving right?" He asked quickly, feeling a wave of dread and pure sadness wash over him as you met his gaze, he could tell just by your face, you were debating on it. "I think I just want to go back to sleep" You whispered, offering a small smile before falling back onto your pillows "Okay, dear..I'll let you take a nap, and then we're going somewhere" Your friend agreed before disappearing out of your bedroom, quickly calling Ji-Yong trying to fight back his own tears. You couldn't quit, the boys needed you, ever since you had started working with them everything was better, they couldn't lose you.

"How is she?" Ji-Yong asked quickly, Dae-Sung could hear the door shutting in the background of the call as his friend left Seung Hyun's room "She wants to quit..." Dae-sung whimpered "And she seems pretty serious" He continued, hearing his friend sigh "We have to fix this man, or else it's going to blow up bad" Ji-Yong sighed, leaning against the wall "I know..any luck with lover boy?" he asked after a moment, hearing the door again before Ji-Yong's voice "He's willing to get dressed...He's not wanting to talk with her though" Ji-Yong explained, they continued talking about their plan for another twenty minutes before putting it into action. As Dae-Sung approached you slowly, your eyes caught his, offering him an exhausted look, something that worried him, the last time he saw that look you had to go on a three month hutias for mental health, the agency basically hiring you a babysitter to watch you at all times, it was a dark time for you especially with the company not doing anything to make it better. Dae-sung frowned, pulling you up out of bed in one fluid motion "I'm tired.." You started, but he was quick to cut you off with a grunt "I don't care, Y/n, you are going to get your ass out of bed and come with me, or I will force you" He offered sweetly, like he didn't just threaten to kidnap you, you tried to argue, but true to his word, Dae-Sung threw you over his shoulder bringing you towards the car "I told you, I warned you, you still tried it" Dae-Sung ranted as he opened the door, setting you down as he helped you into the seat "We are all worried about you and Seung Hyun, you guys are literally like a love story, we can't lose that, you two can't lose that, listen I know it sounds cheesy, but you two have been through too much to lose each other, especially over Seung Hyun not thinking well on the spot with you, so you're going to take your ass to Seung Hyun's house, and we're all going to have a sit down" He explained as you shot him a glare "Dae-Sung! I am a grown adult! If I don't want to speak with Seung Hyun before I'm forced to basically date him with no feelings, I don't have to!" You argued, growing frustrated with your friends' antics.

You fight didn't last longs as Dae-Sung lead you inside of the home you had found comfort in so many times, now it just flooded your body with anxiety, giving you the feeling to run away and never come back, but Dae-Sung just kept his hands planted on your shoulders as he entered the home, seeing the others already sitting on Seung Hyun's main living room couch waiting patiently for your arrival. As your eyes landed on Seung Hyun you bottom lip started to tremble, he looked so tired and beaten down, and it broke your heart seeing him curled up in the corner of the sofa with his hood up, Ji-yong kneeled in front of him saying something quietly. "Go talk to him" Dae-sung demanded, as you tried to stiffen your body and protested Seung Hyun looked over shyly, almost like if he was caught looking, he'd be in trouble. You wanted to speak, to comfort him and start apologizing, but nothing came out, you were frozen looking at him with the same tired and beaten down look, Seung Hyun had to fight back his own tears seeing how much energy and light was drained from your eyes as you looked at him, that wasn't his Y/n..and it was his fault.

As the boys watched you, Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang huffed, moving you to sit next to him "If you two don't start talking, I will" Ji-Yong threatened, giving you both a look, Ji-yong wasn't in the dark about things, he knew exactly how you felt about each other, he was Seung Hyun's best friend after all. "A-Are you really leaving?" Seung Hyun's voice was quiet, soft, and broken, like he had been crying for hours and his throat was too sore to make any sounds, you just shrugged as you leaned against him, keeping your hands trapped between your knees. Noticing you both shutting down after you response, Ji-yong grabbed a chair, pulling it closer before looking at you both "Fine then, You two both know this fake relationship thing has turned into alot more than a fake one, you two just need to admit it! Seung Hyun. Your first night as her fake boyfriend did you not come to me worried it wouldn't work because of how amazing y/n was?" He asked looking to his friend "Y/n! You're not innocent, your first on stage kiss with Seung Hyun did you not sit in my room all night talking about how many butterflies you felt?" Dae-Sung asked crossing his arms, you just away from their gazes, that was told in confidence, not meant to be shared, especially not with Seung Hyun. "Both of you! Are you two that blind to how well you work together? How you almost never need to communicate because you already know what the other would say or feel?" Tae-Yang added in, they were all standing in front of you both like you were being lectured by parents for breaking rules.

"I can't..hurt her again, Ji-Yong" Seung Hyun spoke, his tone coming off a lot harsher than he intended, but he couldn't help it, he was angry, someone had upset his girl, and it was the someone was him. "Tell her. Not me" Ji-Yong demanded, his tone matched Seung Hyun's, growing frustrated with his two friends for putting their friend group at risk just because you were too scared to talk to each other. "I can't...Y/n what if I hurt you worse?" Seung Hyun asked, his eyes not leaving his sleeves as he fiddled with a loose thread "you didn't hurt me...I hurt myself, reading into things that weren't anything more than acting" You explained, trying to keep your tone light, just wanting to see your usual Seung Hyun, he just kept his head down, refusing to look at you "It wasn't.." He whispered, knowing if he didn't say it, Ji-Yong would, you tried to keep yourself calm, feeling tears start to build again as you realized maybe you should've taken a moment after the show to speak with Seung Hyun, but you were hurt, it took a long time to build up the confidence to ask what you were, and him shutting you down like he did was like a knife to the back.

"I was never acting with you.." His voice was slightly louder this time, his head lifting to make eye contact with you "Seung Hyun" You warned, not wanting to end up hurting worse, he just shook his head, motioning for you to stop. "At first I was...but everything just became so natural, like we weren't pretending, just..existing together, but whenever you asked what we were, I panicked. I didn't want to risk ruin what we already had, we work really good as fake girlfriend and fake boyfriend..so I was scared of ruining that" Seung Hyun explained, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck nervously "A-Are you telling the truth..or are you just saying that to keep me from quitting?" You asked softly, seeing his offended expression you took his hand in yours slowly "I wouldn't want to ever hurt you like that again" He answered, Ji-Yong stood up, motioning for him and the others to go to another room, giving you and Seung Hyun some privacy as you spoke.

The boys ended up leaving Seung Hyun's house successful, happy to finally see you both out of the slump you had gotten yourselves into. You were sprawled out on his living room, him standing over you with a curious expression "what're you doing, Aein?" He asked softly, kneeling down to cup your cheek gently "Taking a mental decompression minute" You replied, staring at the light fixture above you "What?" he asked, moving to lay down next to you "What does that even mean?" He added on chuckling a bit as he turned his head to face you "I don't know, I do it sometimes whenever I've spent a lot of time inside here" You mumbled tapping your forehead before breaking your stare with the ceiling to look at him, looking compelled for a moment Seung Hyun smiled "Well, show me how you do it, I think I need a few of those minutes" He whipsered taking your hand in his as he joked softly, relived to see a soft smile finally starting to make its way onto your lips.

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So I wasn't sure how to end this part, but I plan on having one or two more parts after this before this series comes to end as well, don't worry though my lovelies, as more stories get finished, new stories and series will come out in their place <33 But just like baby, if it'd be something you're open to, I'd be fine with still writing one shots and head cannons for the storyline of this <33 Excited to hear from you!!

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[lovettery]

An Exchange of Wretched Words

Summary : First years reaction after a fight with sensitive!reader.

Includes : Kei Tsukishima, Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Tadashi Yamaguchi

CW : Argument, OOC kinda?, angst, hurt/comfort

Kei Tsukishima -

He knew it was coming. He should have just bit his tounge and let you rant but when has he ever been able to do that? Instead, he yelled back. Yelled horrible, disgusting words at you just to get a reaction. Just to inflict the same pain he felt to you. The guilt bubbled in his stomach, bile rising through his throat at the thought of all he said to you, his reactiveness towards you. He had never laid a hand you, he wouldn't dare. But he knows how his words hurt. Sitting on the sofa, he could hear your sobs hidden and muffled beneath your shared pillows. The image of you curled into a ball on the soft sheets making him far more angry at himself. He wanted to run to you, hold you in his arms and whisper sweet words to you in hope of erasing all the damage he's caused. But the fear inside him, the fear of vulnerability and consequences he's yet to overcome, stops him from moving. He'll knock on the door eventually, letting himself in and sitting beside you with a gentle hand on your hair, caressing it lovingly as he apologises over and over. Until then, he'll sit here and wallow, your cries the only sound in the room.

"Shh I know, I know.."

"Angel I..didn't want this, I didn't mean to say those things to you"

Tobio Kageyama

He hadn't realised the effect his words had on you in the moment, his rage blinding him to your pain. As your eyes widened and tears began to cover you're cheeks, only then had he realised. You storm off in both fury and sadness whilst he watches, heart heavy with regret and despair as he watches you slam the door. He hadn't meant to hurt you, he would never do that purposefully. Especially not to you, someone so dear to his heart. After thinking everything over once more, the disgust at himself showing on his face as he recalls his actions. His pointed fingers, his intimidating stature and degrading words. He walks towards your shared rooms and knocks gently on the rough wood before letting himself in. There you sat, hands in your lap as you stare at the carpet floor. Eyes heavy yet empty, hands slightly shaking, and tear-stained cheeks. He walks over to you and brings you closer to him by a hug. Holding your head to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and shoulders as he lays his head on top of yours. He whispers apologies, rubbing his hands along your skin as he begs for your forgiveness, all pride forgotten. Instead, replaced by his everlasting love for you.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm sorry.."

"You have every right to be upset at me. I wish I could take it back, I really do. I never meant it"

Shoyo Hinata -

He hates arguing with you. Hates it. Your arguments always caused over such petty things. He shouts and accuses you of being selfish and bitter. Something he can't help but feel sounds odd coming from his mouth, something he knows he wouldn't say. Why would he? You weren't selfish, you made him lunch everyday, sat and watched his volleyball games even if you held no Interest. And you certainly weren't bitter, you were the sweetest and most giving person he knew. Instantly, seeing your taken aback face he retracts his statement and rushes to you. He grabs your arms and brings you into a hug, burying your face into his shoulder as he desperately attempts to fix the situation. Feeling your cold tears drop against his bare skin, his guilt becomes too much to bare as he can feel tears swelling his eyes too. You both stand there, holding eachother in sobs, bodies limp and voices low.

"I..I don't know why I said that..i'm so sorry baby"

"Please, please I'm sorry. I love you so much I never meant it baby you know I wouldn't"

Tadashi Yamaguchi

He's not the type to argue with you, instead always making sure to communicate his true feelings. Unfortunately, you caught him off guard during one of his worst days and all the frustration and jealousy he slowly built up came crashing down all at once in a pour of yelling and tears. After realising his mistakes, he too started crying, holding you gently. Whispers of apologies in your ear as he caresses your back, gentle kisses trailing across your nape and arms in a silent apology. His voice gentle, a stark difference to his previous state. He wasn't sure what to do, whether to give you space or stay by your side in silence, a recognition of what he'd done. He'd eventually give you space to breath and recover, going out to the shop to buy flowers and your favourite snacks in an attempt to cheer you up. Once he gets home he'll leave them at your door and wait until you're ready to talk it through. When you are, he'll once again softly hold you as he apologises and explains why he reacted in such a way and how to avoid it happening again.

"I'm sorry my love, I was wrong. I took my anger out on you and that wasn't fair"

"When you're ready to talk I'll be here..always"

[sweetbillwriting]

Way Out Of Line

FOUR

Beneath my perfume and make-up I'm just a baby in disguise. And though I know that it's wrong to be alone with him that "come on look" is in my eyes.

Character: Keith Toshko from Barbarian (2022) played by Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

“Oh god!”

I was horrified to see Mr. Gardner standing just on the other side of the bushes and smirking at us. Keith hadn't noticed, though, because he dragged his hand over my hip while the other held his erection in place for me to sink down on.

“I know... It will hurt a little, but it's nothing permanent…” he said playfully, fully believing he would get to penetrate me. I took the blanket I had used earlier and wrapped myself up while I moved away from Keith's lap and took his jeans, throwing them at him.

“We have an audience!” I screamed in panic and felt the tears behind my eyelids. I had never done something like that before, and of course someone would see me just then. I had always been such a good girl, never embarrassed my parents, but now they would find out I had almost had sex with my dad's college buddy.

Keith didn't seem to get what I was talking about and looked at me confused as I sat on the couch and cried hysterically. He looked around, out to the hallway to see if my parents had come home and also out from all the big windows, but no one was there.

“Hey… No one has seen us… Jacqueline…” he said softly and dragged his hand over my thigh soothingly. I gave him an irritated look, but it disappeared as soon as I saw his questioning eyes. I took a deep breath instead and wiped away my tears. Keith waited for me to say something while he moved a bit uncomfortably on the couch with his jeans over his crotch.

“It was Mr. Gardner. Our neighbor, who lives just next to us. He just stood there and stared!” I pointed to the window where you could see the street, and Keith’s eyes followed my finger.

“Do you really think he saw anything? It's hard to see so far, and in the sunlight it's really hard.”

The last word made me think back on what we had done before, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking that Keith's cock was probably so big and hard you could see it from the house opposite of us. Keith smiled amused at me.

“Are you okay? You're smiling, baby…” I looked at him, then I giggled a little. I couldn't decide what I was feeling because it was also exciting. Keith was a handsome man with a manly body, big cock, and he was a person I shouldn't be doing anything with. He wanted to sleep with me, and maybe the neighbor had seen it, how much he had wanted me. And he called me baby, like I was his girlfriend. I giggled again and crawled closer to him. Keith laughed, confused, but pulled me close to his chest.

“So no worry for Mr. Gardner then?”

I laid my cheek on Keith's pec and thought about it. I was worried. Really worried he would say something to my father, but if that would happen, I wouldn't be alone. I would be with Keith. I nuzzled my nose against his neck, smelling a musky but fresh cologne. I was worried but didn't want to say that. I wanted to bask in this moment, but also because I was afraid Keith would feel I was childish if I worried about such a thing. We hadn't done anything illegal. I let my heart settle while Keith dragged his hand over my arm. It was soothing sitting there, feeling so small against his wide chest and in his strong arms. Why did he want me? After a while I was lulled to sleep with my head resting on his sternum. His hand rested on my waist but sometimes moved down to my naked hip. It was probably a bit provoking that I still lay there without my panties.

“Baby girl… We can't sit like this anymore; your parents can come home any minute.” He voiced it lowly to me while pushing my head softly away from him. I sat up groggily and realized I was wet between my legs again. Just being close to him did that to me. Keith stood up and pulled on his boxers and jeans, and I discreetly looked at his cock in its soft state. It wasn't at all as threatening. He let his belt hang loose in the loops, then he turned to me.

“Panties, young lady,” he said teasingly, as he handed me my simple nude-colored panties. I looked at them uncomfortably because I wanted to be sexy in his eyes, dressed in lace and silk, not 100% cotton. When I had pulled on my panties, he gave me my pajama pants. When we both were dressed, we looked at each other with deep eye contact. Keith took a deep breath and sat down on the coffee table, so he sat opposite of me.

“If you… Feel uncomfortable with anything, I hope you tell me that. I know you're inexperienced and need guidance in this, and I really want to give you that.”

I laughed, embarrassed, and looked down at my hands. To talk about how inexperienced I was was not what I wanted to talk about, even if it was true. He had even shown me how to jerk him off.

“Is that okay?” He asked, leaning forward, placing his hands on my knees. I gave him a smile and nodded because it was sweet, and after all—I was his baby. By reflex I yawned, and he laughed at me lovingly.

“Yeah, you will probably be really tired sometimes while I’m living here…” he said with a smirk, but I just furrowed my brows in confusion, and he laughed and gave me a hooded gaze.

“Should I carry you up to your bed? So you can take a nap?”

I giggled with a blush and held out my arms.

“Okay…” I wanted to call him something too, but he wasn't really a baby, so my words stopped abruptly, but he didn't seem to notice, occupied with lifting me up like a koala bear around his waist. I hadn't been carried like that since I was six or something, and my chest glowed with a warm feeling. He laid one of his big hands on my ass and patted it softly. I don't know if he knew how much that would make me feel lust again, but it did, and I pushed myself close to him and rubbed my nose against his neck. I could feel that he was smirking while carrying me to the stairs in the hallway. Both of us seemed to enjoy the moment, but neither of us was prepared to be stopped by my parents coming in through the entrance door. Keith turned by reflex towards the door, and that meant I had my face in the opposite direction. I couldn't see my parents' faces. Keith moved his hand from my bum to my back but then made a shushing sound.

“She's sleeping…” he whispered to my parents. Slowly I took in what he said and trusted him to solve the situation. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep in his strong arms, relaxing my limbs so they hung softly.

“Okay?” I heard my dad say confused.

“She almost fell off the couch, so I’ll just carry her to her bed instead…”

“That's nice of you, Keith.” My mom sounded happy, and once again I was surprised over how relaxed they were, how much they trusted Keith. I couldn't see my dad letting anyone carry me, on top of that, in just my pajamas, but here I was with his younger, handsome friend.

“I should carry her up before she wakes up, the princess,” he said playfully and made my mom laugh softly. I couldn't hear a reaction from my dad, but he didn't protest when Keith started walking up the stairs. I could have opened my eyes to see my parents reaction, but I didn't dare and instead hugged Keith a little bit closer. That I could actually have done in my sleep.

To my surprise, Keith carried me to my room, not Jason's, but the room he had borrowed from me. I looked at him confused when he took the cover and laid it over me. It smelled like him and nothing of my beauty products.

“I think you carried me to the wrong room now.”

Keith sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair away from my face.

“I think we should change back.”

“Why?”

He licked his lips but then gave me a dark smirk.

“Jason's room is next to your parents… Maybe I want to give you a nightly visit.”

I giggled and covered half of my blushing face with the cover.

“Oh.”

Keith looked towards the door and stood up. He walked so silently and smoothly that not even I could hear him, and then he closed the door. He walked up to me again and looked down at me; now it was me that took hold of his hand closest to me and tried to pull him down again. He did what I wanted and sat down in the same place again.

“Do you want me as a guest tonight?”

I lay down on my back and looked up at him. His eyes were big and round. Even if he looked so innocent, I knew he was sure I would say yes and that he knew exactly what he wanted to do to me.

“Yes.”

I didn't see his reaction to my answer before he leaned down and kissed me. He was so good at it that even lying down, my legs became jelly.

He gave me just an innocent smile before he left me. I looked at him closely. The broad shoulders, the long legs, the bulking biceps, but also the opened belt hanging around his hips. I was close to saying something but instead giggled to myself. If my dad spotted that, Keith would have a funny story to tell me later.

×××

I tried my best to act normal around Keith at dinner. I normally didn't talk so much with my parents' friends, just gave them polite smiles, and nodded along in their conversations, so it wasn't hard. Keith did the same and acted just as my dad’s buddy. I didn't know what I had expected, but I had hoped for him to at least give me a smile when my parents didn't see, but instead I thought he laughed exaggeratedly at my dad's jokes and was overly sweet towards my mom. She giggled almost girlishly when he helped her to lift down the salad bowl from the top shelf easily, even if both she and my dad needed a chair to take it down. Keith smiled kindly and offered to help her in the kitchen. I knew my mom didn't want to have anyone in the kitchen, and she gave him a friendly no but patted his back. I looked at her petite hand on his broad back and could see in my head how small my own hands had looked against his chest or his naked thigh.

I sat with a lowered head while eating, but my parents didn't notice I was engaging less than usual; they probably just were happy Keith didn't show any signs of being sad anymore. I wondered if I was a reason why he could laugh even if he would divorce his wife and wrote that on my metaphorical list of things I wanted to ask him, even if I would probably never dare to bring it up with him.

×××

If I die tonight, imma make it look pretty. Yeah I'm in your spot; yeah, I'm in your city…

After dinner I snuck away to my room, and instead of cozying down and unwinding to go to bed, I took a shower, shaved everything even if it was already shaved, and rubbed in every sweet-smelling crème I owned into my skin. It was a fine line between wanting to look sexy and also look like I hadn't tried too hard for Keith's nightly visit.

I sang along to the soft pop that played from my little lilac speaker and shifted between smelling the sheets that still smelled like Keith and fixing my room to that feminine heaven it had been before he moved in. I had read many times that men actually liked being in a feminine atmosphere and that it made them feel cozy and turned on. The sheets were in a nougat color and clashed a bit with my white, airy interior, but I left them because they smelled so good of him.

There was a knock on the door, and my first thought was that it was Keith, but the clock was just 9:45.

“Yeah?” I said and turned towards the door. My mom looked in and started to sniff the air at once. I had lit a scented candle on the nightstand. Its lavender scent was mixed with my vanilla and coconut body products.

“I see you really have taken back your room… It was nice of Keith to switch.”

“Yeah, that was sweet.” I giggled a little but stopped when I realized it could be telling. Keith was obviously handsome, and having a crush on him wouldn't be weird, but it would make my mom observe me more.

“We're going to bed now, but don't forget to blow out that candle before you go to bed.”

I was ready to answer and say good night, but my mom's attention had stopped at my fingers dragging through my long, wet hair. She sighed. She always thought I didn't take care for my lengths.

“Dois-je tresser tes cheveux?”

She asked me if she should braid it for me, and I answered yes. I liked the braids, and it was nice to get the hair off my face. Maybe it wasn't the hairstyle Keith wanted to see me with; probably he wanted it in blown-out curls like every man seemed to like best, but I knew the braids would keep themselves neat for a longer time.

My mom braided my hair into tight French braids. She did it so hard it hurt a bit, but I also liked them braided well, and I was used to it. She had done it for me since I was a small girl, and she had decided I would never be one of all the pale girls when I had long, thick, beautiful hair. Still, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about me and my mom when I watched Tangled.

“J'espère que tu utilises l'huile. Je ne te pardonnerai jamais si tu commençais à maltraiter tes cheveux. C'est un crime.”

I smirked when she talked about my hair as her prized possession.

“I promise, I'm using the oil.”

“Good, good.”

She sighed again and corrected the braids a last time.

“Good night, honey, I hope you sleep well in your own bed again.”

She gave me a forehead kiss before she left me by the vanity table. I looked at myself in the mirror and coated my lips with a peachy lip gloss. If she knew what her little girl prepared herself for.

Betray. Cheating. Sodomy. Chronophilia. Promiscuity.

My mom's Catholic background maybe would make itself reminded again.

The mixed feelings were back as anxiety in my body again. I wanted to be close to Keith, but I was ashamed of it. Did Mr. Gardner see us? What if my parents heard us have sex? Would I even be able to have sex with him, or would it hurt too much?

I lay down in bed after deciding I would do it anyway and turn over and over with the wildest, most exciting anxiety I had ever had. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I did and didn't wake up until Keith sat on the edge of the bed and dragged a big, heavy hand over my naked arm.

“You shouldn't fall asleep with lit candles, Petit Lapin,” he said with a cute smile and booped my nose with his index finger.

×××

While Keith sat down more comfortably in bed, I tried to fix myself as best I could without being too obvious. I didn't dare to put on more lip gloss because it would probably look silly and instead tried to sit a little bit relaxed against the headboard but with my legs bent like a mermaid. It wasn't comfortable at all, but I hoped it looked like it was.

Keith also sat against the headboard and stretched out his long legs, dressed in dark blue sweats that were paired with a white t-shirt. It didn't look like he had fixed himself up for me at all, but still he looked so good. It was provoking while I sat there in my baby blue, lacy, baby doll nightgown and a mesh thong that crept up everywhere they could. It was the only sexy lingerie I owned, and I knew that if I wanted to continue this thing with Keith, I needed to borrow my dad's credit card.

“You look really pretty. It must be hard doing those braids by yourself,” he said with a small smile, dragging curious fingertips over one of them.

“It's Mom who does them for me. I can do it myself, but she's better.”

He smiled a little drowsily at me but then looked away with a sigh.

“I think we need to talk…”

I had heard that line before with Tim and looked at Keith worriedly and bit my lower lip.

“Does Dad suspect something?”

“What? No, no… But Mr. Gardner did see us…”

“What?!” I sat up better and looked at him in panic. He just smiled at me a little and took my hand in his.

“You can be calm. I've talked to him. He will not tell anyone.”

I looked at Keith with furrowed brows. Was he so stupid he believed Mr. Gardner would shut up just because he told him to? Keith must have seen what I was thinking and gave me a crooked smile and patted my cheek.

“I paid him. Okay?”

“Paid him?”

“Yeah.”

“How much?”

“Enough. Trust me. It’s solved.”

I nodded slowly but still felt worried, but I forgot that when Keith pulled me down, pressing me against his side so I could lay my cheek on his chest, he didn't allow me to be calm for a long time.

“What I needed to talk about is my marriage.”

I looked up at him while he stroked his thumb over my arm. He sighed again and scratched his neck awkwardly.

“I don't want to hurt you or use you. I'm a married man even if I’m in the middle of a divorce and…” He looked down in shame while continuing to scratch his neck and up in his hair. I sat up and looked at him, waiting for him to continue. I could feel it in my bones that he tried to end the little thing we had started, but I lived on my hope and tried to tell myself he just wanted to be considerate about my feelings.

“I know my wife wants the house, the cars, even our savings for herself. She doesn't want to share, and if I have an affair, she could say I've broken my vows and… It would be a mess. Because even if I'm separated... This would be an affair.”

I laid my cheek against his chest again and looked out over my room. I didn't know anything about marriage or divorce, but one thing I knew was that I hated his wife. She didn't want him, so why couldn't she let me have him?

“I'm so sorry, honey… But everything with your age and dad… It's too messy.” He took a hold of my chin and steered my face up. He looked so ashamed and sad that the only thing I could feel was sorry for him and a great loss. I patted his chest softly and nodded a little.

“I understand. I just really like you…” I said it disappointingly but from my heart. Saying those words was suddenly quite easy just because I didn't have much to lose. Keith smiled sadly and played with one of my braids. He looked as disappointed as I felt, and I wished I could say something to make us both happier, but I understood he couldn't date me under the circumstances we were in.

He pulled me up so I sat next to him again, but close, and he laid my legs in his lap. One of his big hands lay on my thigh while he looked me deep in the eyes. I felt sadder and sadder while looking at his big, soulful eyes swimming with emotions.

“Hey baby… I'm a middle-aged man compared to you; you should be with someone younger. You will find a nice boy.” He said it with a crooked smile, like it was a playful joke, but instead of laughing, I started to cry. There was just something about sitting so safe in his arms and looking into his eyes so intensely that felt so much more deep and meaningful than any other relationship I had had. Tim had never given me those warm, burning feelings. Keith touched my heart, caressed my soul, and owned my womanhood.

“Please, please… Keith…” I hugged him around his neck hard, and he let me disappear in his embrace. He didn't say anything, just hushed me and kissed my wet cheeks several times.

×××

It wasn't my idea, and I didn't ask for it, but I appreciated that he decided to stay with me until I fell asleep. He pulled off his clothes, everything except his boxers, and crawled down under the cover without forgetting to blow out the candle. He pulled me close to him, but I lingered with my finger on the button to the lamp and looked at his body. The sheet lay around his hips, and I stared at his wide chest and stomach. I could see abs when he moved, and his upper arms looked as thick as my thighs.

“Turn off the lamp now, " he said, pulling my hand again. I did as he said after one more long look at him. I dragged a hand over his biceps while he arranged my body to lay as the little spoon in front of him. I wanted to push my ass against his crotch, especially because that would be my last time so close to him, but I didn't dare; instead, I played with his big hand between my much smaller ones and enjoyed the nonsexual closeness. He kissed my shoulder a few times and mumbled praises about how pretty, sweet, and good I was in my ear. I noticed he didn't want to give up what we had either. I let his voice and warmth lull me to sleep even if I dreaded waking up without him.

×××

I didn't see him much the following days. I started school again; he was out doing his own things. Also, my dad started to work again while my mom took down the Christmas decorations and cleaned the house to spotless perfection. She had given me a look of horror when I explained that I had forgotten to change sheets after Keith had moved out of my room, but she didn't seem to think about it more than that she needed to air all of my beddings and make my bed in new light pink sheets.

It wasn't until a week later I saw Keith for real, instead of just as a back going out from a door or a weak smile in another room. I sat on my bed one evening, painting my toenails raspberry red, when someone pushed my half-closed door. I had my fluffy robe on after my shower, and my legs were exposed in the opening of it. I looked towards the door, expecting Mom as usual, but instead a much taller person peeked in through the crack.

“Hey…” he said, opening the door a little bit more. I turned down my music and looked at him nervously. He made my heart increase in rhythm, and my hands started to shake. He leaned against the doorframe and just observed me. He seemed to have just come home because he wore a dark blue button-up and black jeans. He was much more dressed up than what I had seen him in before, and I thought quickly that he had probably been able to get clothes from home. From his wife.

When he didn't say anything, I continued to paint my toenails, pretending like I didn't care that he was there, but my hand shook so much I painted all over my toes. I pretended it didn't happen and instead let my robe open a little bit more so he could see down my neckline. I still wanted to tease him, maybe even more just to see if he could keep away from me. On soft feet he moved into my room a bit so he could lean against the wall by the door. He was brave doing so, but I felt the same kind of guts when I met his eyes and I opened my robe completely. I didn't even have panties on, so I could understand why he was smirking, aroused.

“I thought you would keep away from me…” I said and put the nail polish on my vanity table next to me. He sighed and looked between my eyes and my body.

“Yeah… I should leave you alone; I'm sorry…”

He pushed himself from the wall so he stood at his full height in my light, frilly room. He looked even bigger and manlier in that setting, and I sat up in panic when he moved towards the door.

“Can't we just be conscious? Keep it as our secret? Keith… Please?” I stuttered and stood up on my knees. My words didn't match my actions because my robe hung open, showing him my full frontal nudity while my bedroom door was open and my parents were home. Keith cleared his throat in panic and closed the door quickly.

“Jaqueline,” he laughed a little and moved close to me. I stood up in bed to be closer to him in height but still left the robe open. He took a hold of it, and I believed he would close it, but instead he just held it open so he could look at my nakedness.

“Could you handle that? I don't want you to feel hurt or used. I'm in the middle of a separation, and it will probably be hard for you, baby girl.” I dragged my hands over his shoulders over and over while thinking about what he said but became distracted by his hands that had crept into my robe, caressing my waist and stomach over and over. Coming closer and closer to my chest and pussy.

“Of course. For you I can do that.” Keith smiled brightly and gave me a soft look. I smiled sweetly at him, then I took the courage to kiss his plump lips with mine. Warm soda ran through my body at a fast pace, and after a few kisses, I couldn't stop myself from giggling. Keith laughed lowly too against my lips but continued to kiss me more and more and pushed the robe away from my arms. I was a bit startled when he gripped my bum in a hard grip, but I didn't gasp until he gave me a hard spank. He laughed at me and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

“Is that okay, baby? Did it hurt?”

I looked at him with big eyes for a few seconds. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't totally unpleasant. I had heard from my friends that some girls liked such things, and I wondered if I was one of them and what kind of a guy Keith was. He gave such a sweet, soft first impression, but now when I looked at his hooded gaze and sharp cheekbones, he didn't look just sweet and kind anymore. There was another side of Keith there. It made me nervous, but I could also feel my heartbeats move down between my legs. He was a sexy man, and even if I was inexperienced and nervous, I wanted to explore him.

“Do it again,” I whispered and got him to chuckle darkly. He spanked me again and kissed me at once, so I gasped, pressed against his lips. He dragged his hands over my ass cheeks, down between my legs, so he could drag his fingertips over my outer lips. He explored softly while looking me in the eyes and I pushed back my hips so he could touch me more easily. He looked sweet again, like he wanted to make me feel safe even if his fingers explored me from hole to hole. There wasn't a part of my nether regions he didn't touch or penetrate with his long fingers. He even let a bit of his fingertip penetrate my second hole. Everything while my parents were home.

“Lay down for me…” he whispered, so I did. I wanted to make him happy. “Lay down on your belly…”

So gracefully as I could, I laid down on my pink sheets with my ass up. Keith stood fully clothed, looking at me from his high height, and dragged a hand over the bulge in his jeans.

“You're so pretty... I've never been with such a pretty girl like you..." He smiled brightly at me while he walked closer to the bed. I continued to look up at him, he looked threatening but the arousal took over and I just giggled and bit my lip. His dimples were on full display when he dragged his big hand over my curved back and then squeezed my right cheek. I giggled and lifted my hips more so he could continue his exploration. He climbed down in the bed between my legs and helped me put a pillow under my hips.

“That's a view…” he said playfully. I didn't see his face, and he didn't see mine, so he couldn't see how embarrassed I was and how my actual cheeks had turned completely red. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and I tensed up, just waiting for him to do something more. He dragged his hands down my back, massaging lightly, but continued over my ass cheeks too so he could pull them apart and look at my asshole and pussy from behind. The only thing I could hear was his heavy breathing and him licking his lips.

His massage continued down over my lips. I tensed up when I felt him spread me open and how he changed his position. I could feel his warm breath against me and lay with my eyes wide open in waiting for his wet tongue against me. Even if I was so ready for it to happen, I still couldn't stop myself from giggling when he started to lick between my folds. Keith chuckled low too but then continued to kiss and lick my insides. I just waited for him to lick my opening, and I wasn't really prepared for him to start to focus much higher up between my inner lips. I knew what spot it was, but I had never found it myself, so when he started to drag his tongue from side to side and I could feel the pleasure spread from that point out to my limbs, I got so overwhelmed I got lost in it.

I let him steer my hips and spread my legs to reach my clit better, then he pushed his tongue against it hard and shook his head from side to side. I heard myself moan way too loud and pushed my face into the pillow. It was obvious Keith knew he had found the right method, and he dived deeper and closer and worked his tongue both harder and faster. Every time I lifted my face just to give myself some air, I moaned so loud it must have been heard through the walls. I knew it was an orgasm that took over my body even if it had never happened before. It made it hard for me to lay still, and my body screamed with pleasure. I let it take over me, let Keith take over me. I wasn't worried about anything; I didn't care about anything else than the pleasure and the man between my legs. It was heaven. It was the place I wanted to stay in forever.

Still out of breath, I looked back at Keith, who had sat up while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His hair was a little messy; otherwise, he looked like he had just eaten a bonbon. He was so handsome, with his chocolate hair and intense facial features. His clothes sat impeccable. He was sexy, sweet, and kind. My heart beat so hard it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest.

Was I in love with Keith?

I know you're nearby and I know your purpose. Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate. What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy…

×

[in1-nutshell]

Can I request TFP Maxima Getting the cybonic plague instead of Optimus?

Heavily requested. Finally written.

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima gets the Cybonic Plague

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Maxima hadn’t thought much about the goop that splattered on her pede when they left the abandoned crash site.

A simple decontamination bath would do the trick.

A few minutes passed and she began to feel sluggish.

Maybe she just needed some rest?

Ratchet: “Maxima, hand me the torch.” Maxima: “You got it Ratchet.” Maxima goes to pick up the torch when her vision goes double. After a bit of straining she manages to grab the torch. Ratchet: “Any day now would be nice.” Maxima: “Yeah, yeah…” She starts walking forward but suddenly the entire room starts spinning. Maxima: “Woah… that’s not good…” Ratchet finally looks up from his work. Ratchet: “What’s not—Maxima!” Maxima barely registered Ratchet Holding her up with the sudden helmache. Maxima: “Ratchet… I don’t feel so good…”

Optimus is immediately called in when Ratchet gets the results.

He comes into the medbay to find Maxima groaning on the med slab.

Ratchet gives him the news.

Cybonic Plague.

When they went to search the distress signal…

Maxima can tell they both are blaming themselves for this.

She tells them, best she can with her voice box feeling like it was on fire, that it was not their fault but her’s for not reporting it.

She knows what this plague is and what it will do to her frame.

But despite knowing this, Maxima refuses to show that she was scared.

When Bee and Arcee volunteer to go to the Nemesis to find a cure, Maxima tries to get them to stop going on such a dangerous mission, but all that comes out is a pained groan.

As the minutes go by and she feels worse by the second.

Maxima shifts a bit in pain. Maxima: “D-dad?” Optimus was sitting right next to her. Optimus: “Save your energy Maxima. The others are looking for the cure.” Maxima: “I- I- I can barely see. Wh-Where are you?” Optimus gently holds her servo and gives a light squeeze. Optimus: “I am here Maxima. I am here.” Maxima gives a little squeeze back as the dark spots start growing.

Optimus stayed by her side the entire time.

He would never tell her that he was going to go on the retrieval mission, if a certain medic told him not to.

And after hearing her vision was fading… he was glad he followed Ratchet’s instructions.

Speaking of the medic, Ratchet was watching Maxima’s vitals like a hawk.

The growing pain in his spark seeing the numbers and graphs slowly and steadily declining.

He had been checking energon pressure when Maxima cried out that she couldn’t see anymore.

It took many reassuring words from Optimus and ratchet that they were still there.

Finally, there was word from the away team.

… News that Megatron was alive.

Optimus’s hold on Maxima’s servo tightened a bit hearing the Leader of the decepticons still online.

Despite the slow declining of her hearing, Maxima heard that one clear.

She squeezed her father’s servo in comfort.

The loss of her hearing was sudden as she gripped Optimus’s servo like a lifeline.

Maxima could feel her frame weakening by the minute as a stray tear fell.

At least she could still feel…

Maxima doesn’t know how long she drifted off, but it was the faint sounds of whirling that began to wake her up.

Maxima slowly opens her optics and looks at the mech sitting next to her. Bumblebee’s face is the first thing she sees. Maxima: “Hey Bee…” Bee just happily whirls. Arcee and Bulkhead soon show up. The Wrecker carefully pats her helm. Bulkhead: “You feeling better kid?” Maxima: “Something like that.” She looks over at Arcee and Bumblebee. Maxima: “Thanks guys, really.” Arcee: “You would have done the same thing.” Maxima: “Still, thanks… Where’s Optimus and Ratchet?” Arcee: “They’re in the other room. I’ll go get—or not.” Ratchet and Optimus suddenly appeared behind them. Ratchet moved quickly to the charts. Ratchet: “Everything seems stable…” Maxima: “Feeling good too. I can see and hear again.” Optimus: “We have much to be thankful for today.” Maxima: “No kidding. How did you guys get the cure?” Arcee: “Bee went inside Megatron’s mind and got it. We left as soon as he got out and I blasted the life support.” Maxima tries her best not to flinch at the last words. Maxima: “But you guys are okay, right?” Bee whirled happily in response despite looking positively drained. Ratchet noticed the tired looks. Ratchet: “All right everyone out. Maxima will still be here in a few hours. Go on, shoo!” Slowly everyone started filing out. Maxima grabbed Optimus’s servo. She looked down embarrassed. Maxima: “Could you… could you stay here until I fall asleep?” Optimus smiles at her and sits right by the slab. Optimus: “I am not going anywhere Maxima. Rest my spark.” He gently rubbed small circles with his digits on her servo. Maxima: “…Love you dad…” She missed the found and sad look her father gave her as she drifted into a deep sleep.

[bi-writes]

hello! i know bestfriend!roomate!simon is on hiatus but i just wanna share my brainrot about it with you (ignore if youre uncomfy with this!). i keep rereading part 10 & 11 cause the angst is SO GOOD. i loooveee when the reader is like ‘its okay it was me who wanted more i know you’ve never seen me that way’ and simon is like ‘fuck no what have i done’ LIKE 😭 i love to see men regretting their actions LMAOOO . i imagine that simon will have to grovel HARD to get reader’s affection back and AAAAA i lowkey hope reader does something that makes simon hurt the way reader did and doesn’t give in to him super quick 😵‍💫 i want him to feel as unwanted and replaceable as he made reader feel (though idk if simon will actually feel anything cause he seems really secure at how reader could never hate him BUT OH WELL a girl can imagine). AND!!!! i want reader to fuck simon so hard that he’s the one begging her to stop. like edge him overstimulate him idc MAKE HIM REALIZE THAT READER IS THE ONLY PERSON THAT CAN MAKE HIM FEEL GOOD. bounce on his dick so good that he’ll cum in 30 seconds and wonder ‘where the fuck did she learn that?’. i want reader to make him regret every tear that she has cried beacuse of him. sorry for the ramble i just needed to get this out of my chest 🫶🏻

ughhhh anon, the yearning, you're making me miss them so much.

she 1000% rocks his world. whatever orgasm he's ever had with someone else is nothing compared to what he feels with her. ooof, i am seething at the sound of this.

yes, i want him to eat glass before she lets him come crawling back to her. anyways. <3

[sunny374940]

I will be waiting with open arms

Do you remember when I said I made myself sad with a story about Emmrich dying? Guess what I've finished? I made myself cry and now I am making this fic everyone's problem.

Emmrich dies at the age of ninety seven and Rook, who is seventy two now, receives one last letter from his love.

Cw: major character death (offscreen, not described)

Hello, @mercars-musings I am here to deal emotional damage

(Next up is Pining 2.0 Emmrich's POV, starring Davrin and Assan as wingmen, because I need the sad to go away)

Here on ao3

Edit: here is part 2

And here are my other stories

There was a knock on the door and Rook dragged himself out of his armchair with a sigh. The chair next to his own was glaringly empty and he felt his eyes sting with more tears, so he wiped them away and went to see just who had decided to bother him right after the funeral.

“GREETINGS, ROOK,” Vorgoth said as the door opened.

“Hi, Vorgoth. Is everything alright?”

They’d met at the service, so why would he come to visit him at home?

“THIS IS FOR YOU.”

Vorgoth was handing him an envelope and the neat handwriting on it was unmistakably Emmrich’s. Rook stared at it, at a loss for words, and when he looked up, Vorgoth was gone. There was a single word on the envelope - Rook. He opened it and took out the letter, noticing that the paper was crinkled in a few places, letters smudged as if waterstained. His legs were suddenly very weak and he felt that he should sit back down before he read it, so he settled back into the armchair.

9th of Parvulis, 9:94 Dragon

My darling Rook,

I have entrusted this letter into Vorgoth’s care, to be delivered to you after my funeral. I hope you can forgive an old man's wish to have one last goodbye.

I can feel the span of my days drawing to a close at last. I have lived a long life, longer than most, and even though a better half of it was spent waiting for you to come into it, I wouldn’t exchange the time we had together for anything.

I have made peace with my demise, as should you, my dear. I'm sure you are frowning right now, disagreeing with me, but it is true. Those fears that plagued me are long buried in the past, overshadowed by the joy of having lived my life to the fullest. With you. For what would eternity be without you there? Death seems a small price to pay for what you've given me.

As I look out the window at the yellowing leaves of our cherry tree, I find myself thinking back to the day you married me. You looked so beautiful with the flowers in your hair and I was the happiest man in the world. As I am even now. I am honored beyond words that you chose to take me as your husband and stay with me for all those years, even as I grew old (I can see you bristling at the word, but ninety seven years is hardly young, by my count).

I’d never expected such happiness to find its way to me, yet here I am, blessed with a family that has grown so much since the time it was just the two of us and Manfred. First little Elanora, and what a wonderful woman she has grown into!

And I still cannot believe that I got to have not just children, but a grandchild as well. Rupert (do you remember how I cried, when Ellie chose the name?) has grown so much. It feels impossible that he is already fifteen and well on his way to becoming a man. I am actually waiting for him to come visit as I write this and I hope to hide away the tears before the boy arrives. I don't need to ask you to take care of them, for I know you will.

I love you, Rook. I love you, I love you, I love you. I have told you every day and yet it doesn't feel like enough.

Please, do not spend too long mourning me. Live out your days, take joy in our family and know that you were the brightest light of my life.

Goodbye, darling, may we meet again in the afterlife. I will be waiting for you with open arms. And do visit the Memorial Gardens in the meantime, I will be there in spirit.

Forever yours,

Emmrich

Rook's hands were shaking, making the paper flutter in his grip. The tears started falling, landing on the letter and he quickly set it down on the side table, terrified of destroying Emmrich’s last words to him.

He was crying, ugly heaving sobs were tearing their way out of him and he couldn't stop himself. He buried his face in his hands. He hadn't cried like this at the funeral, couldn't allow himself to, but now the weight of it all was coming down on him. After what felt like hours the tears dried up and he was staring numbly ahead. Distantly, he heard footsteps coming closer.

“Dad?”

Ellie's hand was on his back, the gesture so similar to how Emmrich used to touch him that he choked back another sob.

“Hi, bug,” he whispered, and this once she didn't reprimand him for using her childhood nickname.

There were tears streaming down her face as well and he opened his arms for her. She climbed into his lap, draping her arms around his neck and he was young again and she was five years old, crying over a skinned knee. But this time the wound ran deeper and they held each other through the tears.

“I miss him so much,” she sobbed against his shoulder. “It felt like he would be here forever and now he's gone. I hate it!”

“I know, El. I hate it too,” he said, stroking her back in soothing circles, much like he had seen Emmrich do so many times before and why did everything have to remind him of Emmrich when he was gone!

But weren't the memories just the thing? He knew that Emmrich would say that they should take comfort in the memories they had of him, of the life they shared, instead of mourning what they could no longer have. He sighed and even Ellie's sobs were finally quieting down.

“Hey, bug?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna come with me to the Memorial Gardens? I could tell you again about how me and you daddy met.”

“I'd love that, dad.”

She smiled at him and the world slowly began setting itself right again.

[american-girl001]

DISCLAIMER- This is my first attempt at writing in a very long time so if this is bad i apologize!! This one will be first person but not all of my writing will be. Post War Levi!! Angst/Comfort!

Levi Ackerman x Reader

The war. The Battle of Heaven and Earth. It’s finally over. I see Jean and Connie with tears in their eyes, it isn’t hard to tell who they’re seeing. I see Mikasa with the head of Eren Yeager in her hands as the cries of Armin fill the wasteland that we’re in. Everyone is injured, some more than others, which brings me to look around for Levi. Levi and I have always shared some form of unspoken bond, he’s someone I love dearly although i’ve never said it. He’s very closed off but it isn’t hard to tell that Levi Ackerman cares for his comrades and friends deeply. I see Levi to my right and as it’s too much of a hassle to stand up, I slowly make my way over to him with a crawl as he isn’t too far away. Levi is leaning against a rock staring at all of the fallen comrades who are saluting us, i see them too. As I sit next to him I put my hand over my heart to match Levi’s as I stare at those who have given their lives for the sake of humanity. Hange, Petra, Erwin, and everyone else. I know we’ve done the right thing when I see them. I look over to Levi as I see a single tear drop from his eye. When it seems he’s finally come back to reality I slowly reach out my hand to wipe the tear away which causes him to look at me. Levi’s never been one to play into any affection, but this time, he leans into my hand as we sit in silence.

I break the silence as I say “We did the right thing Levi…all of our fallen comrades, they are so proud of us, so proud of you. Humanity’s strongest soldier.” He looks at me and in a low voice he says “I know.” Levi may not be a man of many words but I always seem to know whats on his mind. He has lost everyone in his life but I need him to know that I will be here for him. “Levi I know how many people you’ve lost but I want you to know that I will always be here for you, with you.” I look over to him and see that same teary eyed look. He doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs my hand as he leans his head against my shoulder. I lift his hand to my face and plant a kiss to it. To show him i’m here and that I care. To show him I love him. We sit there for a while until we see Onyankopon heading towards us. He helps me get Levi up and walk with him to the others. We have to rest and we have to rebuild.

Luckily we were able to save some parts of the world. There are still towns and buildings left as well as people who are ready and willing to make our Earth a better place. Everyone has their role to play. Myself and a lot of other people I don’t know are baking and cooking for the people around us. Sasha would have loved the pies i’ve made. I see Gabi and Falco planting a tree as they look at each other so lovingly. It’s refreshing to see happiness in such a cruel place. Levi is handing out foods and treats to kids and people of all kinds. Something tells me that he’ll never be the same. Not just because of his injuries, but because of the people he’s lost. He sits in a wheelchair we managed to find in the little bit of the world there was left. I’ve been pretty defeated myself. A couple of broken ribs along with bruises and cuts everywhere. But my injuries are no where near as bad as Levi’s so I choose to help him instead of worrying about my own physical health. Levi, myself, and Onyankopon occupy a space together. A home with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Gabi and Falco have their families to go back to, but they might as well be considered living with us as well because of their insistence to take care of Levi. After our duties I take Levi home where Gabi and Falco are already staying at. Yeah they basically live here. They offer to clean up a bit while I take Levi to his room. Nor Levi or myself have said much on our way home. Neither of us speaking until now. “Levi I know you probably don’t want me to, but I need to help you bathe.” He doesn’t speak, he simply rolls his way toward the bathroom and closes the door. I sigh, there’s no way he can do it on his own. But that’s Levi, so independent and caring. I walk over to the bathroom door and knock “Levi can I come in?” He doesn’t answer so I slowly open the door. I see Levi propping himself against the counter while standing on his good leg. His shirt is mostly off but still on one arm. I softly grab the hem of his shirt as I pull it the rest of the way. He finally looks into my eyes and as I stare back I can see the conflict he’s having with himself. “Levi I’m not going to judge you, I just want to help. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t the same Levi you used to be, I will always love you the same.” After a few seconds of silence Levi says “You love me?” “Of course I love you Levi, I think I always have.” He turns so hes leaning his back against the counter while I’m holding his arm. I then feel a tight embrace as he hugs me, and I hug him back. He finally lets me into his heart after all this time and i’ve never been happier than this moment. Knowing that Levi can finally see the love someone has for him, to finally see that people do care about him. We stay there for a few minutes until he finally gives me consent to help him take a much needed bath. I get him unclothed and help him into the bath, washing his hair and his body. The moment so intimate with him feeling my love with every action I take while caring for him. Once he’s clean I help him out of the bath and help him dry off and change clothing. Once I get him to bed I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower of my own. After i’ve showered and changed I go back to check on Levi and I see that he’s sitting up in bed with a book in his hand. I tell him goodnight and as I turn to go to my room he says “Y/N would you um…like to stay in here tonight?” His voice is low, almost pleading. I look into his eyes and who am I to deny him? “Of course Levi.” I walk to the unoccupied side of his bed and Levi marks his spot in his book as he sets it on the night stand to his right. He turns off the lamp next to him as we both get comfortable in bed. He pulls me close to him and as we lay together for a while I can finally feel sleep overtaking my body. Right before I fall asleep I hear Levi whisper “I love you too..”

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[seas-of-silver]

For the ask game: "Stop with these ridiculous lies Dupain-Cheng, I saw you detransform!"

‘Stop with these ridiculous lies, Dupain-Cheng, I saw you detransform!’

Chloé smirked when the girl finally stopped avoiding her.

‘I saw your kwami and I know you’re Ladybug, and there’s nothing-’

Her heart jumped to her throat when Dupain-Cheng whirled around and pinned her to the wall with a hand covering her mouth, no doubt smudging her designer lipstick. She would’ve complained about the outrageous offence if it wasn’t for the intense glare that struck her like lightning.

‘Can you just stop yelling that for one second?’ Dupain-Cheng hissed quietly, her voice filled with a ferocity Chloé couldn’t help but comply with. The baker girl scanned the space around her before saying, ‘Come with me.’

Chloé scoffed. ‘As if. You-’

‘Now.’

The order sent a zing up Chloé’s spine. The person in front of her wasn’t some inferior unimportant insect of a school girl, but a general, a fearless leader born by trials of fire and hardened by fighting on the frontline of countless battlefields. Chloé followed silently.

They walked out of the school and into a secluded alley where Dupain-Cheng became Ladybug before her very eyes, wrapped an arm around her and zipped her way across the city. They landed somewhere entirely unfamiliar to Chloé, some weird disgusting abandoned warehouse or something, and Chloé only had enough time to register Ladybug sending some sort of message on her Bug Phone before her back slammed into something metal.

‘Ow! What the hell, Dupain-Cheng?’ Chloe cried out, feeling the magical yo-yo wrapping around her, securing her to a metal post.

‘Do not call me that when I’m suited up, you know the rules, Chloé,’ Ladybug commanded, catching the end of her yo-yo in her free hand. Her glare hardened. ‘Though, you don’t really care for the rules, do you?’

Chloé seethed at the slight.

‘How dare you! I did care!’ Chloé bit back, pulling at the unrelenting restraints. ‘When I found Pollen, I kept her safe and tried to learn from her so I could help you! And when Hawk Moth came after me, I fought back!’

‘You sold out our entire team to Hawk Moth!’ Ladybug retorted.

‘YOU ABANDONED ME!’ Chloé screamed, hot tears streaming down her face. ‘You knew Hawk Moth was targeting me relentlessly! Day and night for weeks on end! I couldn’t let my guard down for even one second, otherwise I would be under his spell! It was like he knew me, Ladybug - like actually knew me! He targeted every weak spot he could find; it was only a matter of time before I would break! I’m only human, Ladybug!’

‘Oh? And what about after Miracle Queen?’ Ladybug asked evenly, not much more than a red blob through her tears. ‘You weren’t being attacked then.’

‘I was hurt. I was angry. How could I not be?’ Her voice warbled as she sobbed. ‘I followed you, believed in you, and you left me high and dry. I had akumas tracking my every move and attempting to possess me - I even had one latch onto me, but instead of submitting, I threw it off!’

Chloé could’ve sworn Ladybug looked shocked at that. She hoped she was.

‘I thought that after everything I did for you, that I would have proved myself worthy to you, that you could believe in me too,’ she continued, ‘but no. You dismissed me at every turn and kept telling me I would never be Queen Bee again. The least you could do was tell me why! But you didn’t! My own parents were akumatised, and you wouldn’t even let me save them! How could I be loyal to you any longer when you couldn’t even let me do that much?’

‘M’lady! I got your emergency message- uh… why is Chloé tied up and why are you both crying?’

Chloé tried to blink her tears away, to see if the newly-arrived Chat Noir was telling the truth.

‘I’m fine,’ Ladybug obviously lied, her face suspiciously wet, ‘but we have a problem. Chloé knows who I am now.’

‘What?’ Chat Noir asked, shocked. ‘How?’

‘Remember when I had to go recharge mid-fight earlier today?’ Ladybug asked and Chat Noir nodded. ‘Chloé, for some godforsaken reason-’

‘Oi!’

‘-had decided to hide in the very alley I was recharging in,’ Ladybug continued, as if she hadn’t heard Chloé. ‘I thought the alley was clear, but apparently not. Once the battle was over, Chloé hounded me about knowing my identity, and when I denied it or ignored her, she got louder to try and draw my attention, and I was concerned she was going to grab other people’s attention too, so I brought her here.’

‘Okay, but why the yo-yo?’ Chat Noir asked, and Ladybug scoffed.

‘Have you forgotten that she betrayed us and our team to Hawk Moth?’ she asked hotly. ‘Or that she’s been behind many of the recent akumatisations and attacks recently?’

‘No, I just thought it was a bit of overkill,’ that stupid cat said placatingly, which only riled Ladybug up further.

‘Overkill?’ she echoed venomously. ‘Our biggest betrayer now knows my identity! I’m compromised and she’s a massive liability! She’s been my own personal tormentor for years, and now she holds the key to our demise if she hands that information over to the magical terrorist she’s now buddy-buddies with!’

‘She bullied you too?’ Chat Noir asked, surprised, before shaking his head at Chloé with disapproval. ‘Oh, Chloé.’

Chloé hated how Chat Noir said that, especially because of how his disappointment hit her. Somehow, it felt almost as effective as Adrien talking to her like that.

‘As I said, I would never have joined Hawk Moth if you had just trusted me,’ Chloé retorted angrily.

‘Trusted you? Trusted you?’ Ladybug’s eyes were flaming with fury, her voice and posture ablaze with rage - Chloé would’ve taken cover if she could’ve. ‘Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to trust you? You, who had tormented me for years. You, who has orchestrated the traumas that have and will haunt me for the rest of my life. You, who has blatantly, unashamedly and relentlessly targeted me, my friends and my family just for your own personal satisfaction. Hell! I can’t even ask out the guy I like because of what you did to me with the last guy I liked! And you wanted me to trust you more than I already did?’

Well, when she worded it like that, Chloé found it hard to find a rebuttal.

‘You should be grateful that I even gave you the chance to be Queen Bee,’ Ladybug spat, ‘let alone trusted you enough for you to hold that title more than once. Did you know your biggest champions were Chat Noir and Adrien?’

Chat Noir looked a little abashed at the sudden mention of him, and confused by the mention of Adrien.

‘Whenever my belief that you were changing for the better was starting to wane, those two held strong in their belief in you, and helped me believe in you, too,’ Ladybug continued. ‘I even convinced the Guardian before me that you deserved another chance. It was near impossible for me to trust you, but I was getting there, slowly but surely. I’ll admit I made mistakes, some cost me and the team dearly, but even when I fail, I will continue to fight because it’s the right thing to do, and I would rather die than let Shadow Moth win.’

Chat Noir nodded solemnly in agreement, which made Chloé wonder if she was missing some understanding about the gravity of this magical war, or if these two were just wayyyy too intense about being superheroes.

‘Surely it’s not that dire, seriou-‘

‘Chlo, Shadow Moth winning means he could wipe out our current reality and rewrite it entirely,’ Chat Noir said, no trace of his trademark humour to be found (effectively cutting off her objection to him using Adrien’s nickname for her). ‘Life as we know it could cease to exist - we could cease to exist…permanently.’

Chloé gulped nervously. Were the stakes always that high?

‘This is not a game, it never has been,’ Ladybug said darkly. ‘So the question is: now that you know who I am, what do we do with you?’

[froggerland]

for the character asks: james (o:

First Impression: I am the sheep the show runners counted on with this one. Was annoyed at his cockyness and the way he treats Crozier (the """""main character""""") in the beginning (yes Crozier is very much flawed and we the audience are not meant to agree with everything he does and says (duh) but he is the only one who sees the whole mess coming so you're at least a little partial towards him. Anyways back to jfj). The dress scene is what made me go "oop? Okay we're getting freaky with gender I see???" That took him from diva to DIVA for me. Loved his further development, tearing down his facade of coolness when push comes to shove and the scurvy gets him. Cried a little when he died ngl

Impression Now: Mister Gender. Gender Fitzgender. Safe us Genderman. No fr I love him. The fandom has so many good memes about his cunty ass but he's also just,, so well written as a character and tmenzies really put his everything into this little guy. His whole arc over the series is so well done, dying at the end of the world really forces you to abandon all masks and all of your vanity. Him becoming brothers with Francis is actually so important to me, I'm a little mad that it happened so late in the show (if I had to critize anything about the terror it's that the last 3 episodes or so could have been stretched into 5, but I also think the whole show could've spanned 3 seasons instead of 1). It's like "are we brothers Francis?" "Okay :)" "Yay <3" and next thing you know Fitzie is lying on the gravel with his bloodshot eye and is dying. STILL I love his redemption arc if you can even call it that. His death will never not make me cry bc wtf who greenlit this I just want to talk :)

Favorite Moment: The dress scene. Basic pick but it's a classic for a reason. That's when I was like "okay the writers are actually very cool people" bc this scene (with him "trying on" the dress specifically) serves no real purpose, he could've been doing anything else and discover his bleeding hairline

Idea For A Story: Need to see him get up to shenanigans in high society. Seducing ppl at balls. Embarrassing himself at banquets. Secret dress try on in the hostesses quarters with drunk Dundy or something. Let him be silly and hot in uniforms and dresses

Unpopular Opinion: Are there any unpopular opinions about him?? I feel like everyone agrees he's a diva with so much gender point blank. I support women's rights AND wrongs. Sorry I can't come up with anything cool rn

Favorite Relationship: Fitzier baby. A classic for a reason. I love their slowburn forced proximity enemies to lovers arc (none of these words are in the bible but it captures the vibe I think) but I've also become fond of the disaster throuple of Fitzrossier (I need them to fight over Frauncis like a ragdoll)

Favorite Headcanon: RIP James Fitzjames you would've loved being a starlet in 1920s German expressionist movies (no idea where that came from it just spawned in my head literally 5 seconds ago)