#there is something so deeply wrong with me

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Barter 2

Warnings: suggestions of death, I am a dark blog and I write dark things.

Summary: You are bargained to be wife to the witcher if he can slew the beast in the village.

Character: Geralt of Rivia

**note, I am not a Witcher genius or aficionado and so I may get some things wrong.

As usual, I appreciate any and all feedback and enthusiasm. Please reblog and leave a comment. Love! 😍

You watch the witcher set off into the fog from between the slats of the barn. It’s been a fortnight crammed into the space. The stench has faded to something tolerable but the tension hasn’t. 

The now orphaned maiden clings to your arm. That’s what she is now. The man in black all but confirmed it. His horse tramps off into oblivion without hesitation as he sits tall in his saddle, disappearing into the haze. You sit back as your companion sniffles. 

“They’re dead? All of them?” 

“It would seem,” you sigh and lean on the wall.  

Your sister was a sweet girl but even before the revelation, you had little hope. Especially as your mother went to search and did not return. Your father has only you and your brother left. Marsh is a child still but he will grow into his legacy, so long as you father lasts that long. 

“How could this happen to us? Why Krescent? We are a good pious village,” she whines, her sniveling grating your addled nerves. 

“Bad things happen to all, regardless of prayers,” you resign. 

“That is blaspheme,” she accuses. 

“It is the truth. It has happened to all in the wretched place. And if this witcher should be able to slay the evil, then I too shall walk off to my own doom, only a living one.” 

She looks at you with her watery eyes. They are such a pale shade of green that they look almost yellow. She always reminded you of a swampy witch, the ones in the stories you whispered so the elders did not hear. 

“I suppose...” she begins, “marriage is destined to all. It shouldn’t be such a surprise.” 

“To him?” You wonder grimly. “Perhaps, at least, I will be away from this cursed land, that I should not look upon it and think of my...” your voice catches as the witcher’s words crash upon you. Your legs buckle and you slide down the wall and fold against your knees. “They truly are gone.” 

Caralyn mops away her tears as she kneels at your side. Your own eyes do not weep though your chest concaves. You brace your head as your elbows rest on your knees. You take a deep breath. 

“My father did not protest,” you murmur. “He is too dumbed without my mother to do anything.” You look at her, still hunched, “you must promise to look after Marsh.” 

“I promise,” she avows and brushes your sleeve softly. “I will keep him close to my own brothers and sisters, now that it is up to me to see to them.” 

You nod and frown deeper, “I’m deeply sorry for your parents, Caralyn. They were always so kind.” 

“So kind, I do wonder why it should be them instead of me,” her eyes spring with tears again and she lowers herself to her bottom. She wipes her nose messily and heaves.  

You wring your hands. You wonder the same of your mother and sister. How can it be that Lessa would wander off and you would be left behind to miss her. Your mother was always the order in your life and now it is chaos. 

Along with grief, is more terror. What should happen should the fogler, or whatever he called, it not desist? What if the witcher were to defeat the monster? Should he really claim your hand? A wife?  

Caralyn is right, it is not great surprise to be wed. It is a young woman’s fate but this... what sort of wife can you be to someone like him. The tainted. The sort spat upon at even the lowest tavern. 

“He was not... hideous,” Caralyn suggests as if reading your thoughts. 

You scrunch your nose at her, “how he looks is the least of my woes.” 

“Tall. Strong.” She offers. 

“Car, stop,” you chide. 

“You must... must try to hearten,” she shifts closer so her legs touch yours and she leans a little, as if to comfort you. “As our mothers would always tell us, we must be good wives one day. No matter who. I’m certain if you prove a good loyal wife, he would not treat you as one of his beasts.” 

You stare at her and hum. She is not incorrect. You were never to choose your husband so it should be that it doesn’t matter so much who it is. Only that you serve him well. 

“A man is a man, even if witcher he be,” she declares. 

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the customer is always right

simon 'ghost' riley

tags: smut/pwp, plug!reader, biker!simon, rough sex, semi-public sex, rough wall sex, mean!simon, mentions & use of recreational drugs, dub-con (!!!), breeding kink, dark themes

a/n: wow that was something!

simon knew when the trust his gut. it was what kept him alive for so long. good things didn't come to those who tried to over-think things and just like emotion take over. problem was, sometimes the gut wasn't right and simon may go a little overboard.

moments like that were also what had kept him alive for this long. but maybe he was overacting when he got in your face, little plastic baggie in his hand (damn thing had hearts printed on it for christ sake). he may have been a touch too mean.

"ya fuckin' bitch." he snapped, "tryin' to over-charge me. is that what they teach ya nowadays?"

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you snapped back, "you asked and you received. all of them are there. the weed, the xanax, it's all there." you pointed to the baggie, "and if you don't like it then take a hike." and turned away, but you didn't get far before simon grabbed you by the shoulder and hit you up against the wall.

"nah, nah. not very good customer service are ya. jeez, i remember i at least had the decency to please and thank you when i sold." he towered over you, much stronger than you could ever. your forehead hit against the brick wall and you felt tears in your eyes.

"simon... c'mon." you said, "i'm not fucking around here." and yelped when you felt his hands go up your skirt. his large, rough hand grasped your ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

"c'mon, what? that you're a cheat and a liar. thinkin' that you can pout that fat bottom lip and no one would be counting what you shaved off? i hope you know there are worse men out there than me. fuck with them and you'll be found in pieces." he pressed into you, his hard on in his jeans rubbed against you behind.

"please, simon." you said.

"shh, shh. i'm tryin' to right a wrong here. the customer is always right, right? ya only give the best to those who are payin' and since you tried to scam me out. only fair that i get a little return on what i paid for. and if it isn't drugs, well, i'll have to find somethin' else." he pulled your panties down and kept you against the wall by the back of your neck.

he got his cock out of his jeans and rubbed his cock up against your ass. he exhaled deeply, "love the smell of good pussy before i light up for the evenin'." he chuckled, "ah, that's is. mmm, should be selling this. but, actually, maybe i should keep it to myself. yeah?"

you didn't know what yo say. you had to keep quiet. you were currently in the alleyway between the biker bar that simon owned and a convenience store that got a fair bit of foot traffic.

"yeah, keep ya on my arm at the bar. better yet, get ya off this dealer shit and back into the kitchen. measure flour and sugar rather than weed and cocaine." he groaned as he kept his cock throb as he held it against you behind. slow up and down movements against you. he still kept you pinned.

"simon."

"ah, ya want it, doll." he chuckled, "ya want me. i can smell it on ya." he sniffed for dramatic effect as he rubbed up against you further, "mmm. ya like that." his voice was dangerous as he sank into your cunt.

easy fit, maybe a little bruising. but, simon would kiss it all better with the tip of his cock. maybe rub some of his cum against the bruises for good measure. you moaned against the wall and your short nails dragged across the brick wall.

he moved against you quickly. his pace was bruising and it made you pant heavily against the wall. he slapped your ass and then struck his fingers in your mouth when he felt you got too loud.

"keep ya home, keep ya with the brats. better than this. i can handle it all, you just stay home." he moved against you, "mama don't gotta think, she just gotta handle the home, right?" he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock and he chuckled to himself as he moved against you faster.

you moaned around his fingers and he only pushed into you further. you choked out a noise as he held you jaw, still keeping you quiet. his cock hit against all the right spots and it made you have spots in your vision. the feeling was so strong that it made you unable to fully process what was going on. how it felt to be fucked this way, with a man so much larger and so much more terrifying.

"that's it. won't sell ya for a quick buck. only i'll keep this greedy pussy filled right?" his pace continued and you were on another planet. rationality died in your head and replaced with the wet feeling between your legs.

being manhandled like this, subjected to his brutal paces. there was little affection, but simon would make it up to you. it's not going to all take in one night. he'd need to work his achy cock into you a few more times. he felt the heat in his body as he fucked you.

you moaned around his fingers and let him use you as he pleased. your legs were shaky but he kept you upright. you moaned around his digits.

"that's it beautiful. wow, this is the customer service i like to see." he purred into your ear as he continued to rut against you. he knew you weren't paying attention to a damn thing he was saying. but, still you felt good. nice cunt for him to fuck.

"simon." you tried to say around his fingers. but he kept fucking you like a man on a mission. your eyes rolled back when you felt the climax hit you like a train. your cunt clamped down on his cock and you finished around him.

you slumped further against the grimy brick wall and you cursed when he took his fingers out of your mouth. he slapped your ass and looked out of the alley as he fucked you with a heavier pace. his hips slammed against your ass.

"fuck, baby. look at ya." he groaned as his pace kept up. he moved against you, fucked you up against he wall like he owned you. he kept his pace steady as he felt the climax in his gut. he kept fucking you eagerly and felt the throb in his core.

a few more heavy thrusts and he shoved he took his cock out to the tip, but still came inside of you. like spurts of cum hit against the deepest parts of you. he gripped your ass and said, "did ya a favour and pulled you a little. still got my boys in ya though." his accent heavy due to the lust, "keep 'em safe will ya."

you were barely focused on the roughness of the brick under your cheek.

he pulled out and got his sticky cock into his jeans. he zipped them up and you nervously got your panties back over your ass. globs on his cum stained the front of your panties.

you were on shaky legs as he took you by the arm. you looked up at him and felt meek. you felt conflicted, your core still shivering. your bottom lip wobbled as he rubbed your eyes.

"ah, i'm here, doll." he said softly, "why don't we get in your car and remeasure everythin'. seems like baby girl doesn't know how to do her measurments." he patted your behind and gave a smile under his mask.

you had no words, you just got fucked in an alley way and your mind was still a tangled knot of yarn. you leaned on him further for support.

"don't worry, i'm here now. and we'll get them just right." he yanked you a little harder then you hopes as he said, "no time to waste beautiful. you better not have messed up too many of the measurements, or else we'll have to right those wrongs all over again. because why, doll?"

you whimpered, "the customer's always right?"

"yes he is."

[echo-riot]

✞⛧ Ambessa x Gold digger reader ✞⛧ @loflesbians

✞⛧ Ambessa is no fool; she recognizes a gold digger when she sees one. Instead of being offended, she finds it entertaining. “You want to live off my wealth? At least you’re honest,” she says with a smirk.

✞⛧ The dynamic becomes a game for her. She knows you’re after her riches, but she plays along because your charm amuses her. “I can afford your expensive tastes,” she’ll say, leaning in close. “But can you keep up with me?”

✞⛧ Ambessa spoils you unapologetically—jewelry, fine clothing, luxury vacations. Money is a trivial thing to her, and she delights in watching your eyes light up with every extravagant gift.

✞⛧ She enjoys indulging you in a lavish lifestyle, but there’s always an unspoken agreement: you owe her respect and loyalty in return.

✞⛧ If your demands get too bold, Ambessa quickly reminds you who holds the power. “You’re enjoying my wealth,” she’ll say, her voice calm but commanding, “but don’t mistake my generosity for weakness.”

✞⛧ Watching you flaunt her gifts in public is a source of pride for her. Seeing the envy in others’ eyes when they see you at her side only feeds her ego.

✞⛧ Despite your gold-digging tendencies, Ambessa finds your boldness captivating. She admires the way you carry yourself, unapologetic and fearless.

✞⛧ Occasionally, she tests your limits, withholding luxuries just to see how you’ll react. Your pouts or manipulations amuse her. “So predictable,” she teases with a knowing smirk.

✞⛧ Ambessa loves the power dynamic. She thrives on knowing you rely on her, and the way you seek her approval only fuels her dominance.

✞⛧ You’re often left wondering who’s really in control. Ambessa may shower you with riches, but she always keeps you in check.

✞⛧ Her love language is a mix of acts of service and gifts, but she makes it clear that her affection isn’t something money can buy.

✞⛧ If anyone dares to insult you for your gold-digging reputation, Ambessa shuts them down with icy precision. “They’re mine,” she states, leaving no room for argument.

✞⛧ Over time, she begins to see more of who you are beneath the surface. Your wit and charm go beyond material desires, and it intrigues her.

✞⛧ When you try to downplay your intentions, Ambessa chuckles knowingly. “Don’t lie to me,” she says with a low, amused voice. “I didn’t choose you for your innocence.”

✞⛧ Sometimes, she pretends to cut you off, just to see your reaction. “What would you do without me?” she asks, her tone playful but her gaze sharp.

✞⛧ Her possessiveness knows no bounds. She’s fiercely protective of you and doesn’t tolerate anyone undermining your place at her side.

✞⛧ Ambessa’s confidence in her ability to keep you around is unshakable. “If you think there’s someone better out there, you’re welcome to try,” she says with a smirk, knowing you won’t leave.

✞⛧ As much as you rely on her wealth, you can’t help but admire her strength and intelligence. Ambessa notices this shift and uses it to her advantage.

✞⛧ “Are you still here for the riches,” she asks one evening, her voice low and teasing, “or is it something more?”

✞⛧ Despite her stoic exterior, she occasionally surprises you with deeply thoughtful gestures, reminding you that she values more than your superficial charm.

✞⛧ She’s impossible to outmaneuver, her years of experience in politics and warfare ensuring that she always stays one step ahead of you.

✞⛧ Your fiery dynamic evolves into something deeper over time. Ambessa challenges you to prove your worth beyond material desires, and you find yourself wanting to rise to the occasion.

✞⛧ When she catches you admiring her, Ambessa raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Careful, mi vida. You’re starting to look like someone in love.”

✞⛧ Whether it started for the wrong reasons or not, your relationship with Ambessa becomes impossible to ignore. Her commanding presence is magnetic, and you’re captivated.

✞⛧ In the end, Ambessa doesn’t care why you came into her life. What matters is that you’re hers now, and she doesn’t plan on letting you go.

[virtual-bunny]

“ HEY NERDY BOY ! ”

random headcannons about nerdjo because he turns me on

pairings: nerd! gojo x chubby fem! reader

WARNINGS: SMUT but not too detailed, some body image issues, probably some writing errors :3

a/n: i might come back every now and then if a new idea pops up in my head hehe

ARTIST CREDS: @/N06ARA ON TWITTER

✧ nerdjo who can almost cry over how beautiful he thinks you are

✧ nerdjo who stammers over his words when you wear shorts that squeeze your thighs just right

✧ nerdjo who clings onto your body and inhales your scent and gets a boner instantly as he grips your love handles

✧ nerdjo who slouches so you can give him a kiss, his glasses slidding down his nose bridge as your lips touch his cheeks, his cheek warm from him being flustered, and when you pull away, nerdjo’s eyes are almost crossed eyed as he sighs deeply

✧ nerdjo who uses your tummy as a stress ball when you sit next to him while he does his physics homework

✧ nerdjo who lays on your tummy as you play with his hair while he sleeps, saliva spilling from the side of his mouth

✧ nerdjo whose so head over heels for you that he begs you to let him carry your books and backpack so he can trail behind you to see the way your ass and thighs jiggle

✧ nerdjo who helps you with your homework and pinches your cheek, side or thighs whenever you get something wrong

✧ nerdjo who holds onto your stomach when you’re riding him, his face flushed and glasses crooked as he looks up at you with drunken eyes

✧ nerdjo who stumbles to catch up to you because he was too caught up watching you walk infront of him

✧ nerdjo who rolls his eyes when his jock friend geto teases him when he sees that gojo isn’t paying attention to lecture “she’s got you wrapped around her finger doesn’t she?” “wrapped around her thighs” nerdjo sighs without a second thought

✧ nerdjo who likes to put his hands around your tummy and gently squeeze it whenever you two are watching tv and you’re sitting between his legs

✧ nerdjo who fivershly pumps his cock at the thought of your round body jiggling when you ride him, or when you laugh, or when you walk

✧ nerdjo who makes snarky comments at you when you try to show him that “you’re way smarter than he is”

✧ nerdjo who reads out his physics notebook out loud just to make you mad because you hate physics

✧ nerdjo who goes all red whenever he brings you gifts on his way to your dorm

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t like going outside and rather stay home watching Teen Titans but still does because he knows you like to go out on dates

✧ nerdjo who used to bite his pencils out of habit but now bites your chubby hands if you’re sitting next to him as he does his homework or helps you with yours

✧ nerdjo who has to assure you he loves you and thinks your as beautiful as “The Euler-Lagrange Equation” (you have no idea what this means)

✧ nerdjo who puts his hands under your stomach, thighs and boobs to keep them warm

✧ nerdjo who bores you to death as he talk about quantum physics but you don’t say anything because you find it cute the way he sometimes spits by accident when he rambled and how his glasses slowly fall when’s he’s making movements as he talks

✧ nerdjo who likes to prove you wrong whenever you try to be a “smarty pants”

✧ nerdjo who softens when you go up to him while he was working on a project and tell him you’re worried about him because he looks like he hasn’t slept in three days

✧ nerdjo who mutters to himself in class when a stupid frat guy tries to answer the professors question, obviously saying the wrong answer but clearly only doing it to get laughs out of everyone. “what an idiot.” gojo grits to himself

✧ nerdjo who looks seriously shocked when he’s helping you with your homework and you get the wrong answer even though the right answer is CLEARLY right in front of your eyes “love… you seriously don’t know the answer…?”

✧ nerdjo who spends HOURS in the library to a room all by himself, books, papers, pens and pencils all scattered around the table while trying to get his work done, his hair messy and eyebrows furrowed, but when you text him saying you were gonna drop off food for him, his whole demeanor turns soft and giddy thinking about how he’s gonna be able to see you

✧ nerdjo who if he’s not doing homework or reading, is playing or watching digimon in your dorm, explaining everything he possibly can so you can catch up to the lore (you stopped listening a long time ago)

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t really talk much in class but when he does, the professors have to cut him off because gojo can talk for HOURS

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his lap as he codes on his computer

✧ nerdjo who can solve a rubix cube in a minute and always does when you ask him to (for your own entertainment)

✧ nerdjo whos into physics and computer science

✧ nerdjo who awkwardly puts his hand around your shoulder when the two of you are walking back to your dorm (he nearly trips)

✧ nerdjo who when you tell him a fun science fact, crosses his arms, leans back on the couch and goes “well ACTUALY-“ it’s too late to stop him, he’s already yapping to you on how the fact is wrong

✧ nerdjo who starts looking stupid now because you two have a class together when the new semester started and he can’t concentrate at all because he’s too concentrated looking at YOU

✧ nerdjo who tries to be freaky by putting his shaky hand on your upper thigh but you smack it away and he gives you a sad puppy look as he fixes his glasses, you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes

✧ nerdjo who runs to you when he finishes a prototype for whatever sciencey class he has and with full confidence says “you’re looking at the new science prodigy babe!” “uh huh” you say

✧ nerdjo who goes to the library again to study, he’s so stressed but he’s glad you came along, that’s until you went under the desk he was sitting at, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers JUST barely, hes literally gripping onto the table, face flushed hair messy crooked glasses and chest heaving trying so hard not to make it obvious you have his dick in your mouth

✧ nerdjo who makes you tag along with him to the nearest store to get the newest Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who makes you gasp when you turn around for one second and look back to see him fighting a literally ten year old for a box set of Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t show you memes, but shows you reddit posts that you have no interest in looking at

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his face, but not to eat you out, but so your thighs can squish his face. he says that “it de-stresses him” and when you go to complain he says “it’s scientifically proven that it does”

✧ nerdjo who SOMETIMES is a cocky asshole in class, and when an acquaintance of yours who’s also in gojos’s class tells you how much of an asshole your boyfriend is, you straighten nerdjo up by riding his face nonstop to the point he’s crying because HE’S not getting any action

✧ nerdjo who you convince that overstimulating him will “de-stress him” and “make him focus better” so when you tied him up in your bed with a vibrator wrapped on the head of his cock, he’s whining, crying, squirming, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head and pleading you to “let him do anything to you” (when you finally let him cum he tells you the next day that his focus is 97.56% better than it was the day before)

✧ nerdjo who’s so competitive when the two of you play video games he forgets you’re his GIRLFRIEND and is brutal with the insults when you loose

✧ nerdjo who’s actually really strong and likes to carry you around your dorm or outside when the two of you go for a walk. and even though you’re protesting and telling him you “don’t wanna hurt him” all nerdjo says is “just cause i’m smart doesn’t mean i’m not strong”

✧ nerdjo who likes to suck your clit while gripping your tummy

✧ nerdjo who ANALYZES your pussy and your actions whenever he’s fingering you or fucking you so he can make you feel better for the next time you two fuck (you always have a stronger orgasam each time after the other)

✧ nerdjo who bites his nails and gets told off by you (he immediately begs for your forgiveness)

✧ nerdjo who kisses your tummy whenever he lays down on your lap and turns his head so he’s looking up at you and says “you’re the most angelic thing i’ve ever seen, you know that?” he sighs contently while pushing his glasses up and giving you the stupidest toothy smile

[rose24207]

Hi Rose

Question - story idea

How would lando mafia react to

If y/n thought she was pregnant - and she wasn’t sure until she took a test

Or

He caught a guard telling off his children -how would he punish him

I know this probably isn’t a most thought provoking idea

Thanks so much Angela ❤️❤️

Two pink lines

Summary: When Y/N suspects she might be pregnant, she tries to hide her worries from Lando, only to take a test and confirm her life is about to change forever.

Genre: fluff

Mafia!lando x f!reader

TW: Mafia

A/N: This is an amazing idea! Also I deeply apologise for the long wait Angela!! I hope you like it and I personally loved the idea!!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt. 2

The bathroom door creaked as you stepped inside, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The small box in your trembling hand seemed heavier than it should have been, the words "Pregnancy Test" staring back at you. This wasn't how you pictured finding out—alone, stomach in knots, and completely unsure if you were ready for the answer.

Your hand subconsciously moved to your stomach as you leaned against the counter. You were late. Two weeks late. Normally, it wouldn’t have been cause for concern, but something about the way your body felt lately—slightly nauseous in the mornings, an unexplainable fatigue—had your nerves fraying.

Lando had been unusually attentive, too. As much as he always tried to take care of you, lately his protectiveness seemed almost suffocating. It was as if he could sense something was off. And in the world he lived in, being a mafia leader, “off” could mean life-threatening. He didn’t need more to worry about—not when his world was already dangerous enough.

You hadn’t told him. How could you? You didn’t want to panic him unless you were sure.

Sliding the box open, you hesitated for a moment before pulling out the test. It felt surreal—this tiny stick could decide the course of your future.

The sound of Lando’s voice calling your name from the living room broke your thoughts. “Y/N? Where are you, love?”

You sucked in a breath, quickly stashing the test in your hoodie pocket. You couldn’t face him yet, not until you had answers.

“Just a minute!” you called back, your voice shaky but loud enough to carry through the apartment.

A pause, and then the sound of his footsteps nearing the bathroom door. “You okay?” he asked, the concern in his tone unmistakable.

You plastered on a weak smile and opened the door just a crack. “Yeah, just… fixing my hair.”

His sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly, scanning your face as if he could read your every thought. “Alright,” he murmured, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. He reached out, cupping your cheek gently. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course,” you replied, leaning into his touch. But the guilt in your stomach churned.

He lingered a moment longer before nodding. “Dinner will be ready in ten. Don’t take too long.”

The moment he disappeared down the hallway, you closed the bathroom door again and let out a shaky exhale. You couldn’t keep this from him for long. Lando wasn’t just your partner—he was the kind of man who could pick apart your soul with just a look.

Five minutes later, the test was sitting face-down on the counter. You hadn’t dared look at it yet, too paralyzed by the potential reality of what it might say.

You paced the room, chewing on your lip. The idea of being pregnant filled you with equal parts fear and hope. Lando loved you—there was no question about that. But a baby? In his world?

You’d seen firsthand what his life entailed. The secrets, the violence, the constant risk of losing him. Bringing a child into that felt selfish. But at the same time, the thought of having a piece of him—a piece of both of you—felt like it could make everything else worth it.

Finally, you stopped pacing, your eyes landing on the test. It was time.

With trembling hands, you picked it up and flipped it over.

Two pink lines. Positive.

Dinner was silent.

Lando sat across from you, his piercing gaze locked on your face as you pushed food around your plate. You’d barely touched it, which was unusual enough for him to notice.

“Alright,” he said finally, setting his fork down. “What’s going on?”

You froze, your heart dropping to your stomach. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play coy, Y/N,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve been acting strange for days. You’re hiding something.”

Your stomach churned as his words hit too close to home. Lando wasn’t a man you could lie to, not successfully. And you weren’t sure you wanted to.

“I…” you started, your voice faltering.

His jaw tightened, his usually soft expression hardening slightly as his mind undoubtedly raced through worst-case scenarios. “Y/N, if someone’s threatened you, you need to tell me—”

“No, no!” you interrupted, shaking your head. “It’s nothing like that.”

He stilled, his brow furrowing. “Then what is it?”

Your hand instinctively moved to your lap, your fingers clutching at the fabric of your hoodie. “I wasn’t sure if I should tell you until I knew for certain,” you murmured. “But… I’m pregnant.”

For the first time in a long time, you saw Lando’s composed mask crack. His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

“Pregnant,” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like a foreign concept.

You nodded, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. “I took a test. It’s positive.”

Silence hung heavy between you, and for a moment, you feared the worst. What if he didn’t want this? What if he saw it as a weakness, a liability in his dangerous world?

But then he stood, rounding the table to kneel in front of you. His hands found yours, gripping them tightly.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded again, a tear slipping down your cheek.

His gaze dropped to your stomach, his hands hesitating before moving to rest gently on your abdomen. It was such a rare, vulnerable moment for a man like him—a man who was used to being in control, to never showing fear or uncertainty.

“I…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered, your own voice trembling. “I just… I needed you to know.”

He looked up at you then, his eyes glistening with something you didn’t often see from him: pure, unguarded love.

“This changes everything,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you—and our baby—safe.”

Tears streamed freely down your face now as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. He held you tightly, his grip firm yet gentle, as if afraid you might slip away.

For the first time that day, you felt like everything might be okay. Because no matter how uncertain the future seemed, you knew one thing for sure: Lando would protect his family at all costs.

And in his arms, you felt safe.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

You’re like the best writer of smut here ☺️☺️☺️

Please I’m begging 90s James (can be any era) taking reader’s virginity? But he didn’t know she’s innocent and she thinks after all the groupies he fucked he’d be disappointed in her? But he’s actually super turned on, cause no one touched her and now he gets to ruin her??? So I guess corruption kink, purity kink, dirty talk, size kink (he’s big, we all know that)???

A/n: I've had this conversation with a friend a few times, my idea is that -going off of the picture of James on the record, we all know the one- he's roughly 5-7 inches (8 being a generous amount) because he's holding himself in his hand and there's still some poking out, plus he looks flaccid SO by my calculations I've come up with said lengths, let me know if you want to hear more of my thoughts on sixty year old mens dicks🫠

Warnings: Smut, size kink, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), idk about corruption and purity kinks but I tried lol, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You straddled his lap, arms around his neck with your fingers laced in his hair. James's arms were around you, holding you close while he attacked your lips with your own, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You'd been dating for two months, getting closer to three, and you still hadn't told him he would be your first. You'd gone on a few dates, some highschool romances but those didn't mean anything really.

You were quiet and kept to yourself, you didn't go out, you didn't get dates, how you managed to get him was beyond you but here you were, in his bed, in his lap, in his arms with his hard on pressed firmly against your ass.

Honestly, you didn't think you'd make it this far with him. James was a rocker, the lead singer of a big band, he'd been with so many women it was hard to believe that he went cold turkey just because he met you.

"Sweetheart," he spoke, getting your attention, "what's wrong?" He asked, bringing a hand up to your face and thumbing your cheek in a soothing motion.

"What's wrong..?" You repeated softly, letting him move your face further away so he could look at you. "Nothing's wrong, why?"

"You were thinking about something." He said with a warm smile. "You stopped kissing me."

You gave a small nod, understanding why he was stopping now. "Right, sorry." You leaned closer to kiss him again but you only got a quick peck before he pushed you away again.

"What were you thinking about, sweetheart?" He asked, eyes flicking down to your red lips.

"Nothing." You assured.

James rolled his eyes. "It's not nothing, tell me." He said sternly, looking you in the eye. You chewed your cheek, he knew just what eyes to give to make your knees weak.

"I'm sorry." You finally said. "I know you're used to a lot of women, you're used to groupies, and I'm not them and I don't think it'll be good enough but I want to try, I just literally don't know how..?" You explained.

James blinked at you, expression blank. "Sweetheart, I mean this politely, what the fuck do you mean?" He couldn't hold back a small chuckle. "Are-are you saying you're scared you're not good enough at sex for me?"

Your mouth opened before the words came out. "Well, yeah but that's not exactly what I meant." You mumbled. "I mean... I-I might be lacking in the, um, sex...ual... intimacy? With, you know... others?"

James inhaled deeply, he gave a nod and rested his forehead on your shoulder. "Sweetheart, are you trying -and failing miserably, might I add- that you're a virgin?" You huffed at his comment but you had to nod.

"Yes." You mumbled, fingers curling in his hair to scratch his scalp. He gave a small hum and pulled away from you again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as he did.

"Right, and I'd be upset because?" You thought for a while but whatever train of thought you were on was cutoff when you felt him twitching against your ass. "Sweetheart, we can take it slow, you just gotta talk to me."

You inhaled deeply, nodding along as he spoke. "Jamie," you started, "I-I want you to take me... my virginity..." Your voice fell to a mumble, embarrassed at actually saying it out loud, so bluntly as well. Straight to his face.

James smiled up at you. "Alright then." He said, hand going to undo your shorts.

Your face flushed as he did so. "What-what are you doing?" You asked, slight panic slipping into your voice.

"Don't worry, I told you we can take it slow." He assured, closing the gap between you for a moment as he helped you out of your shorts. "But that means I have to get you ready for me, sweetheart, it's not gonna be easy fitting me into you if you're not ready." While it made sense you didn't want to think too much about it.

James continued to pepper your face with kisses as he pushed your panties to the side. He ran a finger through your folds, giving a small hum of approval at how wet you were already. He pushed a finger into you, enjoying the soft gasp that left you when he did.

"Tell me, sweetheart, and be honest." He spoke. "You have touched yourself before, haven't you?" He asked, combing his free hand through your hair.

You hesitated before answering, cheeks already dusted a candy red colour. "Um, I-I have toys..." You mumbled, unable to look him in the eyes as you said it.

James's smile widened. "You do, do you?" He asked. "And when you use them, you think of me don't you?" He questioned further, started to pump his finger in and out of you.

Your breaths grew heavy, eyelids fluttering as his finger moved. "I think of you, Jamie." You said, but it wasn't enough, you were already going this far, you had more to get off your chest. "I-I think of you on top of me, I think of the faces you make and I think of what you sound like... I think of you naked, I think of-of what you'd look like with my-my hand around you... your cock... I think about what it-it looks like when you cum." Once you started you couldn't stop, all the filthy things you'd been thinking about coming out like dirty commandments.

James listened in slight shock, he hadn't known you to be so needy. "Filthy slut." He said with a smile, adding a second digit. "Keep talking." He urged. "I want to hear what else you think of when you're getting yourself off."

The addition of another finger made you whine but he slowed down to let you get used to the stretch. You swallowed thickly and nodded, mentally preparing yourself to continue.

You closed your eyes, letting his fingers resume the same motion, in and out, slow and curling to find what made you tick. "I think ah-about riding you, my-my hands on your chest while you tell me wh-ah- what to do, how-how good I'm doing."

"What kind of toys do you have, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You bit your lip, he wasn't even supposed to know you touched yourself, now he was supposed to know what you're using to do it with? "C'mon, I won't judge." He said, kissing the tip of your nose as his fingers curled in you, making your eyes roll and he knew to hit that spot again.

"They-they're vibrators."

"They?" He repeated. "As in multiple?" Your eyes widened as the realization of what you'd admitted to. "Naughty girl." He curled his fingers again, bringing you closer to your already nearing release.

James added another finger, moving his hand faster now as he scissored your hole in an attempt to prep you for his cock. "When you're alone in bed with your toys, that's how you do it, isn't it?" He asked for confirmation.

You gave it willingly, nodding your head as more moans started falling from your lips.

"You're thinking about me." He continued. "What kind of vibrators?" He asked again. "You've never had anything inside you, sweetheart, right? I'll be the first?" You nodded, his fingers making it hard to focus on anything else. He chuckled as he saw how close you were. "That's it, that's my good girl, cum on my fingers."

Your gut tightened before bursting, your eyes rolled back. Your hands resting on his shoulder clutched his shirt in your fists as you came, a string of curses leaving you.

James groaned lowly at the sight, his fingers still moving in you and letting you ride out your high on them.

As you came down from it, though, he let you melt into him, slowly and carefully shifting you to lay on your back on the mattress. Your head fell back onto his pillow, his scent filling your nose, completely taking you over.

James hovered over you a moment, propping himself between your legs and holding himself up with his hands firmly planted on either side of your head. "Is this what you fantasize about, sweetheart?" You could only nod and let him undress you before following shortly after.

"I'll go slow, so just relax." He said, brushing some of your hair out of your face. "And if, for any reason, you want to stop, tell me. I want to know- I need to know if you're uncomfortable with anything for whatever reason, am I understood?" He asked firmly, cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand.

You nodded, staring right back at him as he used his other hand to line himself up with your cunt before pushing in. He did just what he said he would, moving slowly.

He stopped to pepper kisses all over your face and tell you how good you were doing. "That feels good, doesn't it? Feels good when I stretch you out like this." You nodded, arms wrapped around him, hands splayed out on his back.

"You-you're so big." You mumbled, looking down at him in hopes of catching a glimpse of where you both connected. Only, what you saw was a few more inches still needing to be pushed in.

James let out hearty laugh when he saw your eyes widen. "Only halfway, sweetheart, you'll know when I'm balls deep, don't worry."

You slowly relaxed back into the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, mind full. "You're gonna tear me in two." You muttered to no one in particular, James was the only one there to hear and it made him laugh.

"Damn right I am." He agreed. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart, no ones gonna stretch you out like this, no ones gonna make you theirs." His eyes flickered over your face, taking in your expression of wide eyes and the small pout on your lips. "No one else gets to be your first."

In a quick motion he pushed the rest of himself into you, burying his cock deep in your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, hands clawing at his back and making him groan. He looked down, grin only getting bigger as he saw the bulge he made in your stomach.

"No one else gets to do that." He purred, reaching a hand down to press on your stomach. A whine left you as he did, your legs tried to close but he was in the way. "Not so fast, sweetheart, we haven't even gotten started yet."

[chosove]

18+ mdni | tutoring toru :)

tw. mentions of A&P I ☹️ anatomy and physiology … my enemy …

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

“lets go over that one more time, ‘kay ‘toru? you have to use the scientific wording to actually be correct. its not ‘spongy stuff’, its trabeculae.”

you didnt realize how exasperated your voice sounded until you saw the man before you deflate, a pout forming on his pretty pink lips. “i dont get what i said wrong this time” satoru exclaimed, head falling to the table in frustration. “you asked the difference between compact and spongy bone, right? spongy bone is like…spongy looking. so i didn’t say tabec… whatever- why does it matter?”

it took a lot of effort to suppress the chuckle fighting its way past your lips- seeing the prideful gojo satoru crumble over basic anatomy was too ironic to not laugh at. “how ‘bout we take a break?” you sighed, patting his head, feeling warmth bloom in your chest when his teary eyes peeked up at you. letting your hand fall slightly, you cupped his cheek, wiping at the wetness forming on his lower lashes. did he always look this good? how were his eyes suddenly so intense, and how on earth do his lips look so soft? so red? so kissable?

without thinking, your thumb traced satoru’s lower lip, pulling it from its place between his teeth and watching in delight as he let you press down on it. it wasn’t until he let out a soft pant, eyelids fluttering shut that you finally pulled your hand back, the guilty look painting your face making it seem like you’d just been caught doing something much, much worse.

god, how satoru wishes that were the case.

jumping back, you brushed your hands off on your shirt before turning to him once again, his wide eyes watching your every move. “h-how about we finish there today, hm? you seem tired so-“

before you could finish, his hand shot up to grab your wrist. “no!” satoru nearly shouted, clearing his throat when he saw you jump. “s-sorry, i mean um…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, thinking of an excuse for you to stay and do something other than school.

satoru had been crushing on you ever since the first day of biology, the way you smiled when he asked what your professor meant by homeostasis melting his heart- he was closer than ever today and he couldnt lose that momentum.

“maybe we could focus on something else?…” you watched his adams apple bob before he continued, nerves evident in the way his voice began to tremble. “m-might help me memorize stuff better if i have a real figure?”

if it werent for the fact he was your favourite client (who also paid the most), you would’ve said no. you probably shouldve said no, but god he really did look like he was about to pass out just from voicing the request- what would he look like when you showed him all the spots he was most sensitive? did he already know them?

Before you could think too deeply on it, you responded with a nod. “not really comfy down here though…how about we go up to your room?”

A deep blush painted his cheeks as he grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs to his room, sitting shyly on his bed with his hands in his lap after opening the door. You giggled at the sudden change in his mood- he wasnt all that confident when he first asked you up here, but did he even wanna go through with it?

Standing before him, you dragged a finger across his jaw, slightly lifting his head up to look at you. “We can always go back to studying ‘toru, I dont mind.”

He didnt know if it was the way the nickname rolled off your lips or the implication that something that wasnt school was actually gonna happen, but he shook his head rapidly and wrapped his arms around your thighs regardless- relishing in the giggle you let out as you placed your hands on his undercut for stability. “N-no please, i mean…we haven’t done a lot of studying on the actual anatomy part right?”

It should be a crime how irresistible gojo satoru can be even when using biology to flirt. “Guess you’re right ‘toru, how about we start with…” your voice trailed off as you moved to sit atop his lap, the sight of his eyelids fluttering shut when your crotch rested just above his making your stomach flip with excitement. “D’you remember what I said these were called?” your sweet voice questioned, dragging his hands to rest on your breasts.

A deep groan fell from Satoru’s lips, his head falling forward to rest between his hands as they groped your chest. “Y-yeah fuck they’re mammary glands right? ‘S where the milk c-comes from”

You giggled at his neediness, his hips jumping up while talking about milk only making you cockier. Ripping your shirt off, you tilted his head up once more to look into his blown out pupils. “Feeling thirsty ’toru?”.

His blown out pupils watched with excitement as your hands reached behind you to unclip your bra, a sigh of release falling from your lips as the tension of the bands washed away. Without another word, satoru pressed a kiss to your left nipple, watching the way the sensation caused it to become erect. You gasped before pushing his head closer to your chest, craving his mouth to be on you anywhere and everywhere.

“ish th-this okay?” His muffled voice spoke as he suckled on your tits, desperately flicking his tongue against the nipple before gently biting it, slowly rocking his hips up into you each time he did so. Your fierce nods in response only goaded him on, his hand going to your other breast so it wasnt neglected, fingers busying themselves by pinching your nipple.

“Shit toru…ngh doin’ so good, ‘m so wet for you”

Before you could get any more words out, you heard a whine of what sounded like your name against your chest followed with a deep, rumbling groan, Satoru’s hips jumping up in reflex as he came in his pants. “F-fuck ‘m sorry hah jus’ wanted ya for so long n’ youre so pretty f-fuck ‘s still comin-“

What felt like eternity of gojo satoru licking and kissing your breasts as he creamed himself was finally over after nearly 3 minutes, his hands going from harshly grasping your tits to simply resting them atop them. You waited until he rid out his orgasm to make any movements, hands beginning to push him away before you were grabbed by his muscled arms.

“Ya didnt finish…i have to do the reproductive system next ya know…gonna need to know more than just youre mommy milkers”

[vaguely-concerned]

severing the connection of the titans to themselves, each other and their children, to the world, and with it severing the connection of the dwarves to their true nature, the basic state of love and belonging that should be their birthright. ("our children, orphaned".) severing the connection between rook and the reality and true memory of varric, and thus from themselves and their own healing grief AND love. (do we spot the echo, perhaps?) severing (mostly accidentally this time, I'll give him that) the connection between the fade and the real world, dream and reality.

the scale we're operating on varies from the mythic, the cosmic and existential, to the individual and deeply, nauseatingly intimately personal, but it's the same pattern every time. solas keeps committing the same act of enforced dissociation, of creating orphaned pain that cannot even know itself, estranged from its own history, origins and coherence, unhealable in being impossible to recognize for what it is and thus unreachable. (hello lucanis in the minrathous saved route btw. this theme echoes everywhere when you look for it. I do love this game.) making others strangers to themselves for his own purposes and being surprised when it blows up in his face horrifically once more even when it's his same indelible original sin repeated, again and again and again. dissociation is a natural process the mind uses to protect itself from unbearable pain, but to knowingly cause that in someone, to play around with their connection to themselves and reality so fundamentally, to further your own cause... yeah, I'm not surprised the fabric of the world keeps tearing apart in protest in response to that, there's something so unspeakably insidiously wrong about it. forget snacking down on apples and knowing yourself to be naked or whatever, that sounds like a perfectly blameless if presumably slightly chilly afternoon to me -- force-feeding someone else their own fragmentation for your own gain, however ostensibly worthy your final goal, feels much closer to what real sin would be to me. and even worse because *buries face in hands* he just keeps doing it!!! he should know better, but he keeps doing it!!!!!!

I know I keep joking that solas only has the like three basic moves he keeps rearranging to invent new and spectacular ways of doubling down on making the same mistake yet again, but looking at it like this it's almost not even funny anymore haha. (almost. there is a hysterical amusement and affection that rises within me every time I see his smug little face, we cannot choose who we love only what we do about it.) and the worst thing is that I think he could learn! I do believe he has the capacity, the depth of empathy and soul and intellect, to learn from this, had he chosen to do so, had he let himself pause and truly listen at any point. but at the end of the day, even all these thousands of years later and with the mountains of guilt he lugs around, he chooses not to. and I suspect it's because he fundamentally does not actually understand what he did wrong. on his way to, ostensibly, fix one of these splits he caused, that of the veil, he basically goes and does to rook's mind what he did to the titans, and without the hand of mythal guiding it or anyone else culpable in it with him this time, as if to underline twice that in all these thousands of years he has learned absolutely nothing! almost to an impressive degree! does he even recognize that it's the same thing he's doing? does he even actually afford rook and their internal world that much thought to begin with, aside from what purpose they can serve for him? I'm not so sure. and to do it all with varric's face, with the person he took from them, making them feel complicit in it when they find out, the same way the dwarves will have to grapple with the fact that their whole economy is based in unwittingly selling the blood of like. god. their parents. themselves. solas. babe. what the fUCK. what the fuck. what the fuck.

perhaps part of the blind spot comes down to the way it's the inverse of his own trauma. solas knows exactly what happened to him because it's the endless ache at the center of his existence, the thing -- the first mistake -- he can't escape or undo or forget, nor bring himself to accept: he became real, one coherent set self, with no way back to what and who he was. and what he does with that pain, his one move, is to make others not-real. to himself, and more alarming still to themselves. he makes them forget, as he cannot forget. does he think it's mercy, in some way? does he realize how and why that makes it all so much worse??? and... not quite the same thing, but when mythal dies the structure of his own inner world falls apart catastrophically, and in his vengeance for that, even unintentionally, he imposes that same unravelling on the world. we've all heard the lines about spirits mirroring the real world and what you bring into your relationship with them being what you get in return, but how about the tragedy of the inverse -- the world being brought to mirror you, despite what your intentions might have been going in. no one should have that power, but you claimed that power yourself to do something else and now you have to look into that mirror forever. no such mercy as forgetting yourself for you. you are everywhere now, this broken mirror of a world will reflect yourself back to you no matter where you look. perhaps it would feel easier to simply close your eyes and walk on willfully blindly. AGH it's all so delicious and fucked up and makes me feel absolutely nuts

dissociation is something that's also central in iron bull's character and internal conflict, so presumably this is simply a deep theme trick weekes keeps returning to/is interested in exploring in their writing! and the elegance with which it's done and how inextricably yet subtly embedded in the narrative it is both with bull and overall in veilguard means it's not always engaged with or recognized as I feel it deserves, but to me personally it is Everything and gets at it in ways that feel weirdly real and authentic.

[jweekgoji]

hellooo, i love your work, especially the yan! d-16!! i wanted to ask, could you pleasee write something for starscream from tfone? i think he'd be such a good yandere and i'd love to read some for himm, thank youu!

Yandere!Starscream/Reader [TFO/hcs]

tw: yandere behavior, power dynamics, very brief mentions of violence, jealousy, slightly masochistic!Starscream at the end. word count: ~1250 additional tags: cybertronian!reader, high guard!reader, gender-neutral!reader. a/n: I tried to keep it neutral, so I didn't make reader only a part of High Guard or a part of the main 4. There are some discussions from both sides, so I divided it to not confuse you. Thank you for your request~

Starscream is such an interesting yandere to be honest; it's almost sad that he has got less screen time than it was intentionally planned.

Yandere!Starscream is living for praise. Basically, like the most if not all Starscream variants in different universes, he's a sucker for a compliment or two, especially if it's from the person he deeply admires.

↑ TFO!Star is a leader of the high guard, he was used to working closely with the 13 Primes, and it is no surprise how other bots like B-127, who had the chance to know about this time period, are absolutely devoted to him. He's probably been on par with Sentinel before the latter became the leader of Iacon.

>> Regular Cybertronian!Reader

↑ But there should be a good, clear line between being a fan and being an unbearable. If you get too close, too pushy or talkative with him, and he just barely knows about you, Starscream might as well just shut you up completely so you wouldn't bother him anymore. Yandere or not, he's not falling in love easily; even then, he's not shy to use force whenever he seems like it.

That is because Yandere!Starscream is very careful about who gets into proximity with him, and with an attitude of a wild cat, he's quick to snap at you the very first moment you try to do something, even remotely reminding him of suspicious.

↑ Yandere!Starscream is a paranoid leader, in some way. It doesn't matter if you're a part of the high guard or the newcomer that just received your cog only some hours ago. It's difficult to get his trust, and it's more difficult to even try to calm his mind.

>> High Guard!Reader

↑ I feel like, apart from praise, another way to get his spark is to actually listen to what he orders you to do. That is something they both share with Sentinel, but unlike the False Prime, Starscream is not as much of a control freak as Sentinel is.

↑ Yandere!Starscream has to know that everything goes well. Because he is actually concerned about the well-being of the group, but more importantly, he doesn't want anything to happen with his lover.

↑ He knows how dangerous exploring the surface is, and every time they're trying to sabotage the meetings between quintessons and the new ruler, the chances of getting caught, imprisoned, and even executed are incredibly high.

↑ Yandere!Starscream is especially protective towards his high guard!reader, but I do not see him overprotective to the point he doesn't let you leave their hiding place and force you stay inside instead.

↑ He's been leading the high guard for 50 or so cycles, and even though they had to resort to hiding most of the time, it's still impressive that they hold back for so long. Low on energon, far away from their home, and only themselves to rely on. Starscream might not be the perfect leader he wants to look like, but he's aware of how strong his comrades are, and you're no exception. 

↑ In my opinion, he's pretty bearable yandere if you know him long enough. Sure, he has his moments or two, where a wrong glance in your way from the others might scream 'right in front of ME? how dare you!' in his head, leading it all to more conflicts and unnecessary violence. But he's an old, war-torn mech, a veteran, with the biggest enemy which is his own tongue, sometimes.

↑ Yandere!Starscream with his high guard!reader is possessive. It starts with the small things first. From the time you first joined the high guard, you were his. His subordinate, first, his right hand. It's hard for him to let go of the fact that he warmed up to you. He's not entirely heartless or cold, as someone might think, but he's not the one to show any sort of affection.

↑ Another reason for him to get more agitated and annoyed once D-16 challenges his authority. Not only that will hurt his ego, but it will also shatter the image he worked so hard to build up. Such an embarrassing sight, watching your now ex-leader beaten up by a young, inexperienced bot who only left the mines for a day or two.

↑ Megatron should be lucky because you might actually prevent a few murder attempts by talking Starscream out of it. Somehow. Yaay?

>> Regular Cybertronian!Reader

↑ But you cannot convince me Starscream doesn't have at least a tiny thing for bots who are able to put him down at his place.  You know, similar to how Rhinox scared off poor Dinobot when the latter got too high of himself, hehe.

↑ Yandere!Starscream doesn't even pay more than a few seconds of his attention towards regular Cybertronian!Reader. He already has enough of troubles on his shoulders, and now, he has to deal with some colorful bunch of gobots?? Primus, what a life.

↑ Yandere!Starscream might act all high and mighty in front of you, given his high position and connection to the Primes in the past. A walking legend right in front of you. It will be so amusing to see his face redden, a pair of wings bristling at the sight of some youngling being so ignorant and disrespectful.

↑In some sort of way, you're a challenge to him. An unexpected, bratty and with a clear lack of interest towards the older bot. It's totally not what he wanted, expecting at least some amount of fear for your and your friend's well-being after the high guards caught you.

↑ How surprised he was when you answered him with the same sharpness. The bright scarlet optics widen for a moment, then narrow. Oh, the audacity...! Your friends can only stare at you anxiously, glancing back and forth, when suddenly, your conflict only just flares up, and now a fight is all but inevitable.

↑All that counts is the strength of one bot over another, to quote his own words. As you pin the poor bot to the cold floor, feeling his digits desperately digging into your heated metal. You notice nothing more than surprise, a hint of fear perhaps, but this fleeting display of submission is simply impossible to ignore.

↑ Yandere!Starscream, after the breaking point, is especially attentive to you. He constantly looms somewhere behind your back, watching you closely like a hawk. It's hard to read his true motive behind the picture of indifference and skepticism, but some part of him really wants to help you.

↑ You are very careless in his opinion, naive in most decisions, and desperate for his guidance. Yandere! Starscream is the only bot in the old high guard who can criticize you. Otherwise...how dare they say anything in your direction!

↑ He can play nice in front of you if he wants to, only to try to attack you at the most unexpected moment, anticipating that finally this time he can repay you in kind for the shame you've made him feel. But at the end of the day, it's hard to know if he's doing it just to come crawling back to you on his knees begging for forgiveness or if he finds some kind of strange pleasure in it.

Freak.

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 27 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇sighhh

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Telemachus leaned against the doorway of Y/N’s room, his arms crossed as he watched her adjust her hair in front of the mirror. There was a tension in his stance, his jaw tight as he tried to muster the right words. Finally, he let out a sigh.

“Y/N,” he started cautiously, his voice firm but not unkind. “I’ve been thinking… I don’t think you should visit Antinous in the dungeon anymore.”

Pandora froze, her fingers pausing mid-braid. She turned slowly to face him, her expression immediately shifting to one of disbelief. “What?”

“It’s not safe,” he explained, stepping further into the room. “The guards aren’t fond of him, and he’s not exactly the most stable person to be around. I just don’t want you putting yourself in danger.”

She frowned, crossing her arms. “Antinous is my brother, Telemachus. He may be a lot of things, but he’s not dangerous to me.”

Telemachus’s eye twitched slightly, but he kept his voice steady. “He’s unpredictable, Y/N. You don’t know what he might do. And the guards—if they think you’re sympathizing with him too much, they might make it hard for you to even be around the palace.”

Her jaw tightened, and she stepped closer to him. “I don’t care what the guards think. And I know my brother better than you ever could. I’m not going to abandon him, especially now.”

Telemachus pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated but trying to keep his temper in check. “This isn’t about abandoning him, Y/N. It’s about keeping you safe. Do you think I want to lose you because you’re too stubborn to see reason?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Reason? You think I’m being unreasonable because I care about my brother?”

He sighed deeply, his hand dropping back to his side. “You’re not being unreasonable, but you’re being reckless. Antinous made his choices, and now he’s paying for them. You don’t need to get caught up in the consequences of his actions.”

“I’m not abandoning him, Telemachus,” she said firmly, her voice rising slightly. “I already lost my family once when we were once. I’m not losing him again. I don’t care what you say—I’m going to keep visiting him, whether you like it or not.”

Telemachus stared at her, a mixture of frustration and concern etched across his face. He opened his mouth to argue but then closed it again, running a hand through his hair instead. “Y/N,” he tried one last time, his tone softer but still pleading, “please. Just think about it. For me.”

Her expression softened for a brief moment, but then she shook her head resolutely. “I’ve thought about it, and my answer’s the same. I’m not going to stop visiting him.”

Telemachus let out a frustrated groan, muttering under his breath. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“Why do you have to be so controlling?” she shot back, her tone sharp.

They stood in tense silence for a moment before Telemachus finally threw up his hands. “Fine! Do whatever you want. But don’t come running to me when something goes wrong.”

Her glare softened slightly as he turned to leave, but she held her ground. “I’ll be fine, Telemachus. I know what I’m doing.”

He paused in the doorway, glancing back at her with a mixture of exasperation and worry. “I hope you’re right,” he muttered, before walking out and shutting the door behind him. As the door clicked shut, she let out a shaky breath, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. No matter what Telemachus thought, she wasn’t going to give up on her brother. Not now, not ever.

——

It was late, the moonlight spilling into Telemachus’s room through the open window, casting soft silver light on the walls. Y/N slipped in quietly, her bare feet making no sound against the cold stone floor. She found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his head buried in his hands, the tension in his shoulders clear even in the dim light. “Telemachus,” she called softly, her voice breaking the silence.

He didn’t respond at first, but when she stepped closer, he glanced up, his blue eyes weary and shadowed with frustration. “If you’re here to argue again, y/n, I don’t have the energy for it.”

She frowned but didn’t respond to his sharp tone. Instead, she sat down beside him, close enough that their knees brushed. “I’m not here to argue,” she said gently, resting a hand on his arm. “I’m here because I don’t want us to go to sleep angry with each other.”

Telemachus let out a heavy sigh, leaning back slightly and running a hand through his hair. “You don’t listen to me,” he said, his voice low. “And it drives me insane because all I’m trying to do is protect you.”

“I know,” she said softly, her hand slipping down to take his. “And I’m sorry if it feels like I’m ignoring you. I’m not. I just… I can’t abandon my brother. It’s not who I am.”

Telemachus squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he stared down at their entwined fingers. “It’s just so hard, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have so much on my shoulders already—being king, taking care of this kingdom, trying to live up to my father’s name. And then there’s you, constantly throwing yourself into danger for someone I can’t stand. It makes me feel like I’m failing you.”

Her heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re not failing me,” she murmured, her voice steady and soothing. “You’re doing everything you can to protect me, to protect Ithaca. That’s what makes you such a good man, Telemachus. And one day, you’re going to be a great king.”

Telemachus turned his head slightly, his cheek brushing against her hair as he closed his eyes. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” she said firmly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. “You care so much about everyone—your people, your family, this kingdom. That’s what a great king does. You’re going to make Ithaca proud.”

His lips curved into a small, weary smile, and he reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You always know what to say to make me feel better,” he said softly.

“That’s because I know you,” she replied with a gentle smile of her own. Telemachus leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling her back into his arms. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other in the quiet of the night, the weight of their earlier argument melting away.

“Thank you,” he murmured against her hair.

“Always,” she replied, her voice barely audible as the two of them finally found peace in each other’s embrace.

——

The morning light barely crept into the dim dungeon as Y/N descended the cold, winding stairs, a tray in her hands. The warmth of the bread and fruit on the tray contrasted sharply with the icy stone walls around her. The guards gave her a wary glance but stepped aside, knowing better than to argue with Telemachus’s betrothed.

When she reached her brother’s cell, the faint clink of chains echoed in the silence. Antinous was sitting against the far wall, his head tilted back, his eyes half closed in boredom. His once-pristine clothes were wrinkled and dirtied from his time in confinement, but his arrogant demeanor remained intact. “Are you going to just stand there, or did you bring me something edible this time?” he called out, not even bothering to look at her.

She frowned but kept her composure. “Good morning to you too, brother,” she said, her voice cool but not unkind. She crouched by the bars, sliding the tray through the small opening. “I brought you breakfast. Proper food, not the scraps they’ve been giving you.” Antinous’s eyes flicked open, and for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. He moved toward the tray, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he didn’t want to show how much he appreciated the gesture.

“Don’t think this makes up for anything,” he muttered, picking up a piece of bread and inspecting it.

She sighed, sitting cross legged on the cold stone floor outside the cell. “I’m not trying to make up for anything, Antinous. I just… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He scoffed, taking a bite of the bread. “Do I look okay to you, Y/N? Locked up like an animal while that spoiled brat of yours gets to play king? I’m a prisoner in my own homeland.”

She flinched but didn’t back down. “You brought this on yourself, brother. You plotted against Telemachus, against Penelope. You knew the risks.”

Antinous leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he glared at her. “And you? What about you? Siding with the enemy? You’ve chosen them over your own blood.”

Her chest tightened, but she held his gaze. “I didn’t choose anyone over you, Antinous. I love you. But I can’t support what you’ve done. You tried to kill him. You tried to take this kingdom by force.”

He leaned back again, smirking bitterly. “And yet here you are, bringing me breakfast like I’m some poor, misunderstood soul. Why, Y/N? Why even bother?”

She looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously twisting together. “Because you’re my brother,” she said softly. “No matter what you’ve done, I can’t just stop caring about you. I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I needed to see you. To make sure you’re still… you.”

For a moment, there was silence between them, the only sound being the faint dripping of water somewhere in the dungeon. Antinous’s expression softened just slightly as he watched her, but the walls he’d built around himself remained firmly in place. “You’re too soft,” he muttered, picking up a piece of fruit. “That’s going to get you hurt one day.”

She managed a small smile. “Maybe. But it’s who I am.”

Antinous didn’t respond, focusing instead on the food she’d brought. She stayed for a little while longer, sitting quietly as he ate. When she finally rose to leave, he spoke up, his tone uncharacteristically subdued.

“Thanks for the breakfast,” he said, not looking at her.

She paused, her hand resting on the cold bars. “You’re welcome, Antinous,” she said softly before turning and making her way back up the stairs, her heart heavy but her resolve firm.

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[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (6)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope, mom plays matchmaker, needy/cuddly bucky

How to cure a grump (5)

How to cure a grump masterlist

Bucky’s hands didn’t wander, but he did. You wake to him snuggled in your back, playing the big spoon. His face is in your neck, and his arms are wrapped tightly around your body.

“You’ve got to be shitting me, Barnes,” you huff loudly, frustrated. He nuzzles your neck and whispers pet names you never wanted to hear leave his lips. “Let go of me. I’m not one of your one-nighters.”

Bucky mutters in his sleep before moving impossibly closer to press himself against you. “Doll,” he whispers lowly. “Hmm…so soft.”

“BARNES!”

He stiffens behind you but doesn’t move. “HUH?” Bucky clears his throat and slowly releases you. He moves to the edge of the bed, grumbling under his breath.

“That is enough! I let you sleep the alcohol off, but you had to get handsy. This is not some rom-com movie. You’re still the asshole firing me before Christmas. Now get out of my bed.”

“You’re loud and grumpy in the morning,” he snickers but hisses soon after. “My head hurts, and I’m still stuck here. The only person I call family ignores me on Christmas, and you’re not nice.”

“You’re a whiny man-child when hungover,” you bite back as you slowly sit up. “What do I have to do to get rid of you?”

Bucky looks over his shoulder, giving you puppy dog eyes. He doesn’t say a word when he slowly gets up to leave your room.

You huff. Now you feel bad—but why? He’s the villain in this story, not you. Bucky fired you, hijacked your Christmas vacation, and cuddled you. How dare he act like the victim!

“Morning, James,” your mother coos while offering coffee to your unwelcome guest. You only shake your head as they easily fall into a conversation. How Bucky enchants people around him will be forever a mystery to you. “What do you want?”

“He’s hungover,” you grumble and claim your favorite seat at the kitchen counter. “Mr. Barnes wanted to have a drink last night and fell into the bottle.”

“James, that’s no reason to be ashamed,” your mother softly says. She pats his hands and offers a warm smile. “Holidays can be hard without your family. I know how you feel.”

Sighing deeply, you try to ignore the ball of fury growing inside of you. Bucky wormed his way into your mother’s heart, and you don’t know how to tell her she won’t see him again after this Christmas.

“Munchkin, stop making that face,” your mother tuts. “I know it’s not nice if your man gets drunk, but he had a moment of weakness last night.”

“A moment of weakness. Right,” you sniff and look at the cup of tea your mother offers to you. “We all have these moments.” Before you can say something wrong, you take a sip of your tea. “Let’s hope there will be no more of these moments.”

“But you liked it, cuddle bug,” Bucky dares to step behind you to wrap his arms around you. You have to admit, he plays his role well. “I get all needy when drunk, and you love to take care of me.”

“You two,” your mother sniffles. “Oh my, you are like my Y/F/N and me when we first met. You’re too sweet to handle.”

“Mom.” You make a face. Bucky still hasn’t let go of you, and your mother is all too happy to see him with you. “What are your plans for today?”

“It’s time to unpack the gifts,” she smiles, and you can’t help but smile back. She’s so happy having you and Bucky at home. You don’t have the heart to disappoint her by revealing the truth. “But first—” she smirks, we will eat our breakfast.”

“Mom, that’s too much,” you sniffle as you look at the thoughtful gift. “I told you to not waste so much money on me.”

“I know you wanted the (the gift you wanted) for years. Because you didn’t buy it for yourself, I got it for you.”

Bucky watches you hug each other. Your mother whispers something in your ear, and you choke on unshed tears. He assumes it must have something to do with your father.

It takes a few moments before you can part. You wipe your eyes and kiss your mother’s cheek. “I love you, Mom.”

“Love you too, munchkin,” your mother sniffles and points at the gifts under the tree. “Oh, I got something for you too, James. I don’t know you well, but I hope you’ll like it.”

“Mrs. Y/L/N, you shouldn’t have—” Bucky swallows thickly when you grab a gift and push it into his arms. You glare at him, silently telling him to not hurt your mother. “That’s very kind of you.”

“You’re my munchkin’s special one,” your mother replies with a wink. “It’s my pleasure to get you a gift.”

Bucky nods as you tell him to open the gift. He rips it open, laughing as a scarf, a pair of warm socks, and hand gloves fall out of the wrapping paper.

“You’re stuck here for a while, and I thought you’d need it.” Bucky picks up his gifts. He smiles because someone he barely knows made him a thoughtful gift.

“Thank you, these are great,” his voice sounds odd when you look at him. “I got nothing for you. I-I…” He stammers and nervously looks at you. “I came here unprepared and got nothing for you.”

“Jamie, that’s alright,” Bucky gasps when your mother wraps him in a hug. He’s not used to people being kind to him. “You’re part of the family now. That’s the best gift.”

He looks at you for help, furrowing his brows as your mother pats his back.

“We are huggers in this family,” you awkwardly reply as Bucky hugs your mother back. “You should get used to it.”

“Oh, I got an idea!” Your mother suddenly says. She smirks while looking at you. “While I take care of dinner, you and Y/N can go to town. Y/N loves ice skating.”

“MOM!” You groan. “Please. I don’t think Bucky wants to go figure skating with me. It’s cold, and he’s not very…”

“I’d love to,” Bucky hastily says. “Figure skating is great.” He grins, and you swear, he looks like a handsome devil when he says, “Especially with my lovely Y/N.”

You are fuming once again. Bucky played you well, but you will pay him back. He won’t smile any longer if he landed on his ass on the ice for the first time…

[last-herondale]

You Are Enough

Astarion x fem!Tav

Angst, angst, angst

Warnings: mentions of blood

AN: I’m in a mood. This will be angsty and fluffy, and probably a series. I love Astarion and need BG3 to have the cross play update, like yesterday.

“You don’t have to keep doing this, you know…” Astarion murmured as he wiped away the traces of your blood from his mouth with his forearm.

The chilling numbness from his bite lingered on your neck still as you sat up in the grass. The flowing river in front of you made your head spin a moment as you recentered yourself after Astarion’s feeding.

“I’m aware,” you replied as you reached up and touched your neck. You remember wincing the first time Astarion fed off of you, but now the habit seemed as normal as washing your face. You hardly noticed the bite marks anymore. “We’re headed to the Underdark soon, you’ll need your strength. Unless you’re getting bored of the taste…?”

You raised your brows, flashing Astarion a curious smile as he buttoned up his shirt. “If that’s the case, perhaps we could convince Gale to give you a go? I’m not sure how I could compare to the weave, but the way Gale talks about it-“

You cut yourself off once you noticed Astarion wasn’t playing along with your teasing. His attention was on you, but there was no hint of a sarcastic smile or even an eye roll. That was unusual, especially on a feeding night. Your eyes widened.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Your voice rose in pitch as you scanned behind you, looking for some sort of danger. At that Astarion finally gave a chuckle.

“Always the hysterics with you,” he mused. You glared at him, but relaxed once you heard his familiar playfulness. “Calm down, darling, I was just lost in thought. I didn’t mean to stare.”

His hands brushed the grass beneath him. It was a lovely night. The cool breeze from the water felt amazing in the summer air. The rest of the party was fast asleep in their tents, a usual occurrence whenever Astarion fed. Usually you would find yourself too tired to stay up and chat, but the night was too beautiful to pass up this moment.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked softly, stretching your legs out on the grass. Astarion was only a few feet away from you, but you stretching out like that made him scoot away from you slightly. You felt a pang in your chest.

Ouch…

Astarion must have noticed your reaction to his movement, because he exhaled deeply, shaking his head at the ground.

“Listen, darling, I—“ he began, stumbling over his words a bit, “I don’t want to feed from you any longer.”

It felt as if he slapped you. You couldn’t understand why his words hurt you so much. As if he was taking something from you— other than just the blood. You wanted to protest for a moment, but then you felt silly.

This is his choice after all…

“Okay,” you replied slowly, “May I ask why?”

Astarion frowned. “I’d prefer if you didn’t, my sweet.”

You sat there, a bit shellshocked. You glanced at him, but he would not return your gaze. He didn’t seem angry, no he seemed almost mournful. As if he too was losing something he could not or would not explain.

“Was it something I did…? Did I taste funny? I have been eating more of those fish heads I’ve been finding while out exploring, so I understand it—“

Astarion hissed and in a quick movement he had his hand covering your mouth. He was inches from you now, his red eyes bright with your fresh blood in his veins. Again he didn’t seem angry, if anything now slightly amused with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Gods, you ignorant little thing, it’s not your taste,” he said exasperated, “if anything you taste too good. A down right temptation if I’m not careful most days.” His eyes scanned your face, almost caressing you with his gaze.

You moved your head to knock his hand away. “Then why not feed on me?” You asked stubbornly. “You’ve been willing enough these past few weeks. What’s changed? Are you bored with me?”

Astarion rolled his eyes as his hand rested on your cheek. His cool skin was soothing against the flush of your face. “If only I could be bored of you,” he said in a low voice, “then I would have put an end to this long ago. But now… things are…” his eyes bore into yours, sending shivers down your spine.

“Different.”

He released you, standing up and wiping off his pants from the grass. You felt the absence of him immediately and was alarmed when your body began to seemingly ache for his return.

“I appreciate your willingness to… supplement me these past few weeks, but your services are no longer required. I will satiate myself another way moving forward.”

“But, Astarion—“

“Don’t fret my darling, I will make sure to be on my A game for our continued mission. I will be of use to you and our companions on this journey, but I will not be robbing you of your life any longer.”

His words shocked you. Robbing your life, is that what he thought he was doing. You wanted to tell him you were fine, that your life had not lost anything with his presence but gained everything and more… but he had turned and left you alone.

You watched after him. The numbness seemed to spread from your neck to the rest of your body, settling deep in your chest. You sat there with the familiarity of it all, even far after Astarion disappeared from your sight.

Part 2

[astraanti]

The Autobots' B*tch

One Shot/2544 words

Optimus Prime x Fem human x Autobots

⚠️ NSFW

The text includes interspecies relationships, s. innuendos, submission and domination. Infidelity.

Note 1: This chapter was originally written in spanish, if there is a mistake, don't forget to tell me. Thanks.

Note 2: The Autobots use their normal-sized bipedal mode and mass displacement.

The rumor had begun to spread.

From ear to ear, from mouth to mouth, and from receiver to receiver in the NEST hangar.

Humans and Cybertronians were stunned when they heard your name linked to that rumor that, until that moment, seemed impossible.

When they heard that secret, they could not believe it. It never occurred to them that you would be capable of committing such acts, especially in the company of another species. No one would have ever imagined that of you, not with your cheerful and reserved behavior.

You were the human representative assigned to work closely with Optimus Prime, someone who imposed intelligence and tranquility, which made the content of the rumors even more shocking due to your relationship with him. Some denied it, claiming that it was false and improbable; others, however, spoke with pride of having been with you above the sheets of the bed where you shared the nights with the Autobots, as proof of your escapades.

You were unaware that the rumor had reached Optimus's receivers, who had just returned from a mission on Cybertron. You had trusted in your lovers' discretion, asking that nothing of what had happened be mentioned. But, you underestimated the power of gossip in such a closed environment.

Terrible mistake.

Bumblebee, still without his fully functional voice, was the first to try to warn Optimus. He had the rumor hot in the voice box. Using a mix of gestures and recorded audio snippets, he tried to explain to him what had happened three days ago between you and Sideswipe. Although his attempts were not entirely clear, Optimus understood the point: something was wrong. Something that involved betrayal.

The Autobot leader, known for his patience and kindness, felt overcome with anger. The idea that someone he deeply trusted had violated not only his trust, but also his respect, was unbearable.

You had betrayed the affection Optimus had for you and the relationship they had built.

He decided not to act excessively and sought to confront Sideswipe.

"Sideswipe," Optimus called, his voice deep and firm. "There's a rumor going around the hangar... about something that happened between you and her. I want to hear the truth."

Sideswipe, normally relaxed, tensed upon hearing his leader's tone. And he chose to evade the truth.

"I don't know who could have said something, but it was nothing more than a misunderstanding, Prime," he replied, avoiding his gaze.

But Crosshairs, who had been listening to the conversation, could not contain himself and decided to intervene.

"A misunderstanding? Drift told me something else... Is it true that we have a human prostitute among us?"

Optimus became so angry with that nickname that Crosshairs had given you, his hands turned into fists contained in anger.

"Don't ever use that word to refer to her again" he growled.

Crosshairs stepped back, aware that he had crossed a very dangerous line. Optimus gave the Autobot a murderous look and quickly went in search of Drift. Both were stunned by the Prime's behavior. But Sideswipe hit him on the back of the head, interrupting his fearful trance.

"Well done, Cross. He almost found us out." Sideswipe shook his head, he was scared too.

They knew that Optimus would not stop until he found the answers.

•••

In one of the inner rooms, Drift and Dino were talking quietly, but enough so that Optimus, hidden behind a wall, could hear them.

"And how was it?" Drift asked, with a mix of curiosity and discomfort.

"It was... different" Dino answered with a nervous laugh "I never thought that humans could... teach us so much. But believe me, in the missionary position it was... surprising. "

Drift shook his head, trying to remain impassive.

“I don’t know how you can take this so lightly. Sensei will find out sooner or later, and when he does, we’ll all burn.”

Dino stopped laughing. He knew Drift was right. Optimus was not someone who would tolerate such acts, much less from someone in whom he had placed his personal trust and affection.

Hidden behind the wall, Optimus was in a total rage. Every word he heard was like a dagger digging deeper into his spark. Betrayal was something he could never forgive, and the fury he felt was beginning to overwhelm any intention of control.

He had to confront you, but also all those who had contributed to destroying what he believed was a relationship beyond what he ever had.

Finally, he decided it was time to confront them. He stepped forward, and his imposing figure emerged from the shadows. Drift and Dino froze at the sight.

"So it's true?" he asked, his voice deadly.

Drift bowed quickly.

"Sensei..."

"Silence!" Optimus roared, making both Autobots tense "This is not only a betrayal of me, but of everything we stand for. "

Dino tried to speak, but a simple gesture from Optimus' hand silenced him.

"This won't end here. I'll gather everyone. No one will leave this base until I confront the one responsible for all this."

His gaze darkened, and without further ado, he turned around, leaving the two Autobots with guilt in their processor.

•••

That night, Optimus called a meeting in the main hall with you. Everyone knew why they were there and they were scared to death at the sight of Optimus' presence about to lead the talk, his optics revealing his terrible anger and disappointment.

You could feel his piercing gaze on you as he looked at you with those deep blue tinted optics. They were like watching a contained fire, a bomb that was about to explode.

“Is this what you do in my absence?” His voice roared like thunder and echoed throughout the room. The tension intensified.

Both you and he are aware that you had sought comfort in the arms of others when he was gone and that made you feel terribly guilty.

He looked at Dino, at Sideswipe. Those involved couldn’t maintain eye contact with his authority.

“Dino, Sideswipe… Is this how you respect me? Is this how you repay me for the countless times I put your lives above mine?”

Optimus looked at everyone with accusatory optics. Dino tried to apologize but he interrupted him in a sharp tone.

“There are no excuses or enough apologies to justify everyone’s actions. You have dishonored the trust I placed in you" The leader's face denoted hatred and resentment "I thought I could trust... all of you. Not only as my soldiers, but also as my comrades. My absence was not an invitation for you to sully what is mine" He raised his voice. " You knew what she meant to me. "

Finally, he walked towards you. His figure and presence made you step back and bow your head in sorrow. Optimus was filled with heartbreaking pain.

"And you... How could you? You swore loyalty, trust... and love to me. Am I worth so little to you that you sought comfort in the arms of my soldiers?" His voice lowered, becoming deeper and full of anger. " Did you think I wouldn't come back? That I had abandoned what I treasured most in life?"

He took a step towards you, bending down to your height to look directly at you, he put a finger on your chin so you would face him.

"Look at me. You are mine. From the first moment you were. Not because of some kind of obligation, but because our destinies were intertwined in a way that the universe cannot even separate" he exhaled loudly " But it seems that I will have to remind you and... all of you."

He straightened up, observing the Autobots sternly.

"You are no longer worthy of my trust. From this moment on, everyone involved is out of the main team. I do not want to see you near her, I do not even want to see you near this base until you have learned the true meaning of loyalty. "

That night, Optimus expelled the Autobots involved out of the base temporarily, sending them on missions away from the main group. He did not do it out of cruelty, he did it to process the rage that flooded his entire being. The others bowed their heads, visibly defeated and humiliated. No one dared to question his decision.

As everyone began to leave the room, Optimus held onto your arm.

“You, stay.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. You couldn’t move a muscle. His grip wasn’t enough to hurt you, but enough to let you know you couldn’t escape.

And he began,

“You knew what you meant to me… what we had built.” His tone was firm, sharp, and laden with repressed pain. “You knew my absence wasn’t an abandonment, but a sacrifice to protect you. To protect everyone. But you still betrayed me.”

You tried to formulate a response, but your voice barely came out.

“You were never there for me, Optimus.” You finally managed to say, your voice cracking. “You always put your duties above me. I felt alone… forgotten.”

He stared at you, his optics intense, but something in them changed. A mix of confusion and pain joined his anger.

“Are you justifying your betrayal with my responsibilities?” he said, his tone lower, but just as intimidating. “Was it my absence? My inability to prove to you that you were the most important thing to me? Or was it something else?”

He leaned toward you again, letting the gravity of his words fall like a sentence.

“Tell me. Be brave and face me.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill out, there was no escape now.

“I needed you, Optimus. I needed to feel you. I needed you to prove to me that I wasn’t alone.” Your voice came out cracked and broken. “I know there is no excuse for what I did, and I know my apologies will never be enough.”

Optimus closed his eyes for a moment, as if your words were a direct blow to his spark. When he opened them again, a flash of something else shone in them: disappointment, but also a love that was torn between giving in or holding on to you and forgiving you.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the neck, not to hurt you, but to make you feel his dominance and submit to him.

“You don’t understand what you’ve done.” His voice was a whisper filled with suppressed rage. “But I will remind you. You and everyone else who thought they could mock me like this.”

He advanced on you, his size pushing you back until your back hit the living room table and he locked you in with his arms without the possibility of escape as the strength of his hand on your neck increased its pressure.

You had never seen him like this, but it was clear that it was something you deserved.

"To me you no longer have any value, your dignity and honor were trampled, and I will treat you as you deserve" His voice was threatening and also full of desire "You are mine, you always have been. I can forgive you many things, but not this. You have humiliated me and you You thought I would be stupid. I cannot allow the bond between us to be questioned by you, or by anyone else. And if I must remind you who I am to you... I will."

You accepted his terms without objection. His gaze was not only furious; there was a mix of pain, love and a completely instinctive desire to reaffirm his dominance and place in your life. You knew what was going to happen.

That night you were going to be his in a way you will never forget.

"I'm sorry" It came out of your lips in a weak and vulnerable whisper.

"You are sorry..." His voice was low and disappointed " Do you know how much you meant to me? Do you know how many times I've put my life on the line for what I love and what I swore to protect? And you were the one thing I never thought I could lose."

He brought a hand up to your face. His servo touched your skin, his touch firm but careful. He slowly moved closer to your face and his gaze softened slightly.

You could feel a slight tremor in the hand holding your neck, he struggled between the need to claim you, let you go or hurt you. With a gentleness, his fingers brushed your lips, as if he was protecting what he had feared losing forever.

"This time there are no barriers, no more words or empty promises."

Optimus needed you, he needed your body, your moans. He wanted to claim your soul, your essence, everything you were and what you were.

He slammed you on the table, you sighed as your back hit the cold surface hard. He began to kiss your mouth with ferocity and vigor. You accepted each of his caresses without fighting for the little dignity you had left.

His movements were possessive and full of hunger; he tore your shirt with his strength and ripped your pants in less time than you expected. He did the same with your underwear until you were naked.

"Tonight you will remember who you are and what you are from now on until it is enough for me to be able to bear your lack of respect."

He subdued you. He turned your body and pulled your hair. Without wasting time, you heard how his panel opened and he entered you roughly.

You moaned.

"I'm sorry..." came out of your mouth in a murmur.

He rammed you against the table over and over again without mercy or rest. He used the hand that was in your hair to manipulate you as if you were a doll.

  The sound of his pelvis hitting yours caused a constant echo in the room.

With all the fury he held, he took you.

But you could feel the doubt between his movements. It was as if his use of common sense and forgiveness were affected by you despite your actions.

Even though you had betrayed him, you were everything to him. You were.

And it hurt him terribly to know the truth.

He overstimulated your union and your genitals to show you his pain.

Your legs trembled, cascades of fluids from both of them dripped from them and reached the floor.

There were countless positions that he forced you into that night while he subjected you in his hands. You lamented. You asked for his forgiveness between moans. You cried and sobbed with pleasure. He stole your right to orgasm several times.

After several thrusts, you gave in.

" I-I can't anymore... please" You begged. You had tears in your eyes, your cheeks were tinted a soft reddish color, with your forehead and body full of sweat; you were an exquisite mess in his sight. You were overstimulated and any movement Optimus made affected you more than it should.

He forced you to look at him, squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

"I hope this is enough for you to understand the limits of my patience. It won't be the only time" he threatened you.

And he finally let you go. Your body ached and burned.

You saw him walk out of there through the door without expressing any emotion and without looking back. Your entrance throbbed and expelled Optimus' transfluid. Only he had the right to leave his evidence, since no other Autobot did.

But one thing was clear, you were no longer the Autobots' bitch, you were now Optimus Prime's bitch.

And that was just the beginning, you would be paying for what you had caused.

Can you really earn Optimus' forgiveness?

[dylansfavwife]

୨ৎ theodore nott x fem!reader

୨ৎ summary : when you haven’t been feeling too well but theo’s there to comfort you

the loud hum of music did nothing to drown out your constant thoughts. you were consumed by meaningless worries as you overthought any interaction you’ve had your entire life.

with a sigh you turned to lay on your other side. and then switched sides again, still lacking any comfort in which your bed would normally bring. it was there to wrap you in warmth as you lost yourself in sleep and daydreams but instead you were trapped in a nightmare of your own thoughts.

your life was great. you had friends who you cared for deeply and your studies were going well which is why you couldn’t understand this feeling itching away at you. it was burning you up from the inside but you didn’t know why you felt like this.

you had no reason to be upset yet the feeling stayed persistent no matter how much you tried to shut it down. something was wrong, you just wished you knew what it was.

this feeling had been creeping behind you for weeks, weighing you down as you tried to carry out your daily tasks. it felt exhausting as you held a smile and laughed with your friends before spending the night tossing and turning.

you heard a knock on the door, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. it wasn’t too late in the afternoon and none of your friends had yet to return to the solace of the dorm. then you heard it again, rapid knocks and back and forth pacing.

“please, open the door”, you froze hearing theodore’s voice. it sent a familiar comfort to you as you realised how long it had been since you two have had a proper conversation. it wasn’t like you were purposely ignoring him, but when you felt yourself being wrapped in constant anxiety and frustration, you had instinctively pulled away from those you were closest too, not wanting them to know how lost you’d been feeling.

“i know your there, i mi- i wanna talk and see how your doing, please open the door” theodore sounded desperate as he rushed his words out, his tone snapping you back into reality as you quickly got up, and unlocked the door.

you sighed preparing yourself for a lecture but were surprised to see theo in a huge mess, his hair was unkept from constantly brushing his hands through it, his eye bags were prominent and shade of purple and his eyes were instantly searching you with visible concern.

then something even more unexpected happened. you felt him pull you into a tight embrace. you were still for a moment, shocked, knowing how much he despised hugs.

quickly though, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck as you allowed yourself to hide away from your own feelings and drape yourself in the comfort he gave you. his rough hands were gently wrapped around your waist as his thumb mindlessly grazed your skin back and forth, the small touch grounding you.

much too soon you both were pulling away and you felt amused noticing the embarrassed look on his face, unsure how to act after that simple act of gentleness because you both knew it meant more than you’d admit.

you moved to sit down on your bed as theo looked you over curiously, “are you okay?” he asked, sitting down beside you.

you forced a smile on your face as you replied, “of course i’m fine!” he eyed you skeptically, not believing your words.

“you’ve been acting really off and i want you to know you can talk to me” he admitted, his voice so soft in a way you’d never heard before, he was looking at you so desperately wanting to make sure you were okay that it pulled at your heartstrings.

you sighed knowing that theo has always been there for you and there isn’t a single thing you can’t tell him. “i- i’m not even sure what’s going on, everything just feels so weird and i can’t stop feeling upset all the time” the words started falling out your mouth as you spilled in slurred sentences how you had been feeling recently.

you hadn’t even noticed that tears has began to fall till theodore’s thumb was wiping them away, so gently. once you’d finished your rambling you met his eyes which were looking at you so intensely, his relaxing deep caramel eyes that made you feel so protected like no bad thoughts could get you while he was here.

he leaned in and left a delicate kiss to your forehead whispering “i’m here always” over and over, till you really believed that no matter what happens he’s always going to be there to protect and comfort you. just that thought alone was enough to make you smile.

“next time you better tell me that you’re feeling like this so i can be there for you”. you nodded instantly “i promise”

he smiled knowing you would as he pulled you in his embrace once more. the smell of pine trees and other earthy scents was inviting as it flooded your senses, leaving you feeling serene.

you knew the pain would come back but felt soothed knowing that theo would be there to help ease your thoughts and care for you when you ached.

a.n : i wish i had a theo fr, i forgot how much i love writing fluff

[closetnerd62]

i cannot for the life of me remember where this came from but somewhere someone said something about their being a knife so deeply imbedded in the curtis’s wall from someone getting mad and stabbing it (i think it was dally but i could be wrong) and at one point darry just starts using it to hang his keys and i just… yeah.

[moonmaiden1996]

Do you have some hcs for Law (he's my favorite 🥰)? Romance, dating, sexuality would be nice😙

Law takes time to let someone into his life romantically. He’s cautious and observes from a distance before making a move. “You’re... persistent,” he smirked, a rare glimmer of amusement breaking through his guarded demeanor.

Once he trusts someone, Law’s actions start showing his affection in subtle ways. “Here. I noticed you kept forgetting to grab your gloves before heading out.” He quietly leaves a new pair of gloves by your side without making a big deal of it.

His love language leans heavily on actions rather than outright declarations of love. “I tightened the straps on your gear. It wasn’t secure enough,” he says while pretending it’s purely for practical reasons, though it’s clear he cares.

Law prefers intimate, understated dates rather than grand displays of affection. “There’s a quiet spot on the next island where the stars are supposed to be brighter. Let’s check it out after we finish up here.”

A perfect date for Law often includes deep conversations that stimulate his mind. “You think the Will of D is connected to the Void Century? Interesting. I’ve thought about that too, but there’s not enough evidence yet,” his eyes lighting up as he leans into the discussion.

Law has a sly sense of humor that comes out once he’s comfortable with someone. “So, that was your grand strategy back there? Bold move. Reckless... but bold,” he says, grinning slightly as he shakes his head.

Law’s connections need depth and trust before becoming intimate. “I don’t... rush into things like this. If you’re okay with that, we’ll figure it out together,” his voice soft and unmistakably vulnerable.

He thrives on mutual trust and a sense of safety in relationships. “Tell me if something’s wrong. I can’t fix what I don’t know,” his voice steady, but there’s genuine concern in his eyes.

Law pays attention to what you need or enjoy, ensuring you feel cared for. “You looked tired, so I brought this tea. It’s supposed to help with headaches. Drink it while it’s warm.”

His compliments or expressions of interest are understated but meaningful. “You handled that sword pretty well. Who taught you?” he asks, a faint smirk playing on his lips, though the compliment is sincere.

Law’s gaze often conveys what his words don’t. He doesn’t say anything, but his sharp golden eyes linger on you during a quiet moment. When you notice, he looks away with a slight smirk.

His unpolished approach to personal matters can be surprisingly endearing. “Why are you smiling like that? Did I say something strange?” he asks, genuinely confused, but his awkwardness only makes him more charming.

Law takes commitment seriously and sees you as part of his crew and life. “You’re not just a passing thought to me. I don’t do things halfway, especially not with you,” he says in a low, determined voice.

He deeply appreciates someone who understands his larger goals. “I won’t stop until we’ve destroyed what’s broken in this world. If you’re with me... then stay with me,” his voice firm, almost like a plea.

You become an integral part of his crew. “The crew already likes you. Don’t make me regret letting them spoil you,” he says with mock annoyance, though there’s an affectionate undertone.

Law prefers rational discussions over heated arguments. “I’m not going to argue with you. Let’s talk when we’re both calm,” he says, walking away momentarily but always coming back to resolve the issue.

He listens to reason when you present a strong argument. “Fine. You’re right about this one. But don’t get used to it,” he concedes, crossing his arms but flashing a small grin.

NSFW

Law is someone who thrives on trust and emotional connection, and that extends to his physical relationships as well. He’s not the type to rush things—he likes to take his time to really understand his partner's needs and desires. His approach to intimacy is patient, thoughtful, and a little commanding.

Given his personality, Law likely enjoys positions that allow for a deep connection with his partner. He would prefer something that feels intimate, where he can be close and in control but still maintain that tender closeness. Positions like missionary or modified spooning could be his go-to. In missionary, he can look directly into his partner’s eyes, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Plus, he can hold them close, feeling their body press against his—a comforting reminder that they’re his safe space.

Modified spooning would be another favorite of his—it allows him to feel in control but still intimately close, with his hands free to caress or explore his partner’s body. The closeness would appeal to him, as he enjoys feeling the heat of your body against him as his hips push against your ass. His hand slides along your skin as he cups your breast and buries his head in your neck.

Law likes to savor every moment, paying close attention to how his partner reacts to his touch. He’s not the type to rush into anything; he wants to make sure his partner is fully comfortable and engaged before moving forward. He loves exploring every inch of them, perhaps starting with gentle caresses, whispering soft words of encouragement, and gauging how they feel. The buildup is essential for him; he wants you begging before he even slides inside you.

While Law enjoys being the dominant partner, he is not overly aggressive. His control is subtle—a soft but firm hand guiding things along. He can be a little rough when necessary, enjoying having you at his mercy, completely under his control. He might pin your hands above your head, leaning down to whisper commands in your ear—sliding himself in deeper, not moving, just ever so slightly nudging against your G-spot, not moving until you’re a quivering mess beneath him.

He doesn’t say much at first, but as things heat up, his words become more frequent and pointed. He might tell you what he wants, whispering, “Let me hear you,” or “You’re doing so well,” as his hands move expertly over your body. The praise is genuine, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. This man is a grunter, so be ready for deep grunts.

He enjoys kissing deeply—not just on the lips but along your neck and shoulders, leaving soft, lingering touches that make you feel wanted and adored. His hands are a little rough from years of handling weapons, but they’re still capable of making you feel like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Let’s not forget how good his rough fingers will feel against your clit.

His neck and jawline are sensitive, and while he doesn’t often ask for attention there, he appreciates when someone takes the time to kiss or nibble lightly. It’s a tender spot for him, so when you do this, the man is putty in your hands.

Law is the type who wants to make sure his partner is as satisfied as he is. He won’t stop until he knows you cannot move. He will be taking the time to figure out what works best for you, whether it’s through his hands, his lips, or his thick cock. He’s attentive, observant, and doesn’t shy away from exploring what feels good for both of you.

Omg I love this! I just had to write it. Keep sending asks, any character, any ask?