#tw: alien politics

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[xikyuu]

ALIENS?? HEY IF Y’ALL THERE, COULD Y’ALL COME OVER NOW?? WE ARE KINDA DOOMED SO CAN YALL LIKE. HURRY IT UP?? PRETTY PLEASE? WITH A CHERRY ON TOP?

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know if I just need to get off of most social media (twitter, specifically) or what, but I just don't know what the fuck is happening anymore in reality.

[monstersflashlight]

The commander's mate (part 1?)

A/N: Two SFW stories in a row, sorry, my brain is not really horny this week. That said, part 2 of this lil snippet everyone loved, enjoy!

Alien x fem!reader|| SFW, hurt/comfort || tw: kidnapping

"You are going to take the million and shut up if you don't want your brain blown for keeping a commander's mate imprisoned on a pet shop," he replied, his gun already out as your brain spiraled with the info he just let out.

What did he mean by ��mate”? Did aliens talk in Australian lingo? You highly doubted that, and your brain was already scrambling to get a response. Maybe… Maybe your monsterfuckery books weren’t so wrong after all, maybe he was talking about that kind of mate. But that couldn’t be, could it? There was no way you got kidnapped from earth and thrown into a monster pet shop just for an alien to find you and claim you as his mate. That couldn’t be possible. Your life wasn’t like that…

It was a dream. That was it. Everything you just saw and experienced was a dream. You didn’t get kidnapped. You didn’t wake up on a pet cage with a very angry gobling-pet-store-owner screaming at you in a language you didn’t understand. Nope. A dream. That explained it. That explained everything.

You pinched your side and pressed your eyes shut tightly. Wake up, wake up, wake up… You repeated to yourself over and over.

A warm big hand touched your bicep and you almost shoot into the stratosphere when you jumped up, scared. You opened your eyes in a rush and found the alien staring back at you, his eyes tender. “Little human, it’s time to go.” His voice was a lot sweeter than before, equally deep, but soothing in a way.

Your scared brain couldn’t work properly and a thousand questions piled in the front of your mind, but the first that escaped your mouth was: “How do you know my language?” He didn’t have an accent, but you knew he didn’t learn English at school like you did.

He covered your hand with his much bigger one, he was crouching in front of the cage, but still towered over you by far. “I’ve been to earth many times, little human,” he explained. He was rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand, and your body was slowly melting.

It ached, you ached, to be closer to him. But you denied yourself of that, you didn’t understand what your body was feeling, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something. Even if that syndrome was bullshit and he wasn’t the one who kidnap you.

“Why?” You asked. You didn’t exactly know about what you were asking, you only knew… need. Need like no other. To know. To meet. To touch. It was driving you slowly made not to be as close to him as possible. You crawled to him, and he helped you out of the cage, but you were still on the floor as he crunched next to you.

“Political affairs. I know your world leaders very well,” he said with a chuckle, his mouth tilting in something that (you hoped) was a try to smile but looked more like a grimace. That only answered part of your confusion, but at last it was something.

“Who are you?” You finally let out, your brain clearing enough to question him on the important part. Being closer to him made your mind clearer, and that should scare you. But it didn’t, you couldn’t be scared when he was so close.

“I am the commander of the intergalactic alliance,” he let out in a formal tone, just to go back to his shooting one when he added: “and I’m your mate, my lovely human.”

“Like the Australians?” You asked, trying to make sense of something.

He laughed, throwing his head back and arching his neck in a way that made your mouth water to bite him. Where the fuck did that thought come from? You stepped closer, his body so close to yours that you could feel the heat emanating from his colorful skin.

“No, little human. Not like the Australians,” and that was everything he said as he took your hand, and helped you up, leading you away from the creepy monster pet shop.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

a day in the life where everyone tries to win reader over, maybe they heard reader mention something like how they can't stand an annoying relative asking them about a relationship over the holidays, or trying to get her the best gift?

ps i love your writing, i read it like my morning paper

A Day in Life: Christmas, Presents and Revelations

Synopsis: A day in your life full of good Christmas presents, propositions and secrets.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: Implied stalking; Calling someone a manwhore; Karens in the family with traditional and conservative ideals and miserable lives; Mentions of past cheating; Mentions of past Bucky Barnes X reader; Is Hal Jordan slowly getting his redemption arc?; Slightly implied horny Reader; English is not my first language.

Word count: 2,2k

Requested? Yup.

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

— And it's just so annoying, like, sometimes I literally don't want to show up on these things, but I don't want to leave my mom there alone with my dad’s family. — You huffed. — My auntie’s too concerned about my romantic life, like her husband didn't get other three women pregnant at the same time she got pregnant and only married her because he would have to marry one of the four girls. — You shook your head while your co-worker laughed. — And you know what's worse? I told everyone I had a boyfriend, but Bucky cheated on me, and I didn't tell them that yet, so she's gonna think I lied and mock me like the middle-aged Regina George she is!

Unknown to you, certain people were listening, and silently, each one of them made a decision.

Your last day at work before Christmas, you were getting ready to go home, pack and take the road, when someone knocked on your office door. You looked up, seeing no other than Martian Manhunter at your door, holding a present.

— How can I help? — You hid your gritted teeth behind a polite tone.

— I came here to follow the Earth tradition of Christmas and give my loved one a present. — He stopped in front of you with a soft smile and extended the gift in your direction. You hesitated.

— You didn't have to… — You cautiously took the present from his hand.

— I also have a proposition for you. — And there it comes. — I couldn't help but overhear earlier that you were in need of a partner for a meeting with your family. — You wanted to facepalm. — I could be that person. — You sighed.

— I can't show up with an alien superhero. — You crossed your arms with a pointed look.

— As you know, I'm a shapeshifter. — You watched as he changed his appearance to look like multiple different kind of people, one moment he was a tall blonde man, the next, a black girl with braids, then an asian young guy, and so on, meaning he could look however you wanted him to. — And you can call me by whatever name you choose, even the name I adopted here on Earth… J’onn J’onnes. — He settled for his usual green alien appearance. — You widened your eyes at his confession, thinking “oh, shit”.

— Uhh…

— While you think about it, open my present, darling. — He gently pushed the present in your direction again and you, still wordless, obeyed, while mentally searching for a way out of this.

You cleared your throat and teared the paper. The feeling of destroying the wrapping paper of gifts always made you feel a little embarrassed, as if the beautiful wrapping itself was the present and you were being rude by tearing it apart. It was a silly thought.

As you finished, you found out he gave you a comic book from your favorite hero. It made you excited, but you couldn't show it much.

— Oh wow, thank you… — You coughed. — Can't even imagine how you knew it was my favorite… — You internally rolled your eyes. — Anyway, about your offer- — Another knock interrupted you, and you both looked at the door. Aquaman was there with another present in hand.

He looked suspiciously from you to the other hero and stepped forward, then focused on you.

— Whatever offer he gave you, I give you one better. Take a king to meet your family, darling. — He smirked and offered you his present. You ignored what he said, settled the comic on your desk, and opened his present. It was a necklace with charms related to the beach, like some shells, pears and fishes, all made of your favorite metal. You pursed your lips, not waiting to admit to yourself that it was pretty and you liked it more than you thought you would, just like the last gift.

— Thank you. And about your offer, I can't exactly do that. You can imagine why. — He shrugged.

— Well, you can simply take me as your completely human lighthouse keeper, Arthur. — He smirked and wrapped your shoulders with his left arm. You shuddered, thinking “God, no”. — We’ll even invite them to our beach house, darling. Right on the shore. I also have a boat. Let's impress them. — He grinned proudly, as if he was sure you couldn't deny him.

You shrugged his arm off and before anything came out of your mouth, you remembered about your auntie and her shittalking right now. She always wanted a beach house, but everyone knew your uncle prefered to spoil himself and his side-pieces than her or the kids, and yet, she felt superior to every member of the family who was single because at least she had a husband and she didn't need to work, including you.

Rubbing a beach house, a boat, and a blonde hunk himbo on her face could be nice… Even if you just offered to take only your immediate family there one day and then just pretend you broke up with him later, he and the league would still get the wrong idea.

— Knock knock, oh- What’s everyone doing here? — Flash was there and pursed his lips while looking at the three of you. You groaned internally.

— You can go, Flash, (Y/N) won't choose you. — Aquaman, or Arthur, weaved him off. Flash narrowed his eyes for a second and then turned to you, ignoring him and beaming at you, extending a gift in your direction.

— I bought you something! — You discharged the necklace behind you and took the new gift, it was a bracelet with a lightning symbol in your favorite metal. It was also pretty, you were getting tired of it.

— Thank you, Flash…

— Please, just call me Barry. — He grinned brightly. — Please ignore the stinking ugly dressed fishman and the alien still learning to act like a normal human. You can take the funny and smart forensic chemist to meet your family. — He reached up and took his mask off, you widened your eyes, at seeing his real face. Huh, you didn't think he was blonde.

You stuttered, too shocked.

— Oh God… — You thought knowing their name was worse than their faces, secret identities and all, but something about seeing a real face that was kept hidden all the time felt like a heavier burden. To make matters worse, Green Lantern showed up. — No.

— Just hear me out, please! — Everyone turned to him with annoyed expressions. — I changed, I swear! And I apologized like, a thousand times. — He cleared his throat. By your face, he knew it was the worst thing to say. — Anyway, here’s your gift. — He bit his lip while you took it from his hands and opened it with hostility. They were tickets for the next concert of one of your favorite artists, that made you feel a little bad for the way you treated him, but it didn't change what he did to you in the past.

— I… Thank you. — You were trembling with nerves at this point from all the surprises you were having.

— I heard you needed someone to bring home for the holidays…

— Uhuh.

— And your dad is a big fan of the army, right? — You blinked. It was true, but you never told them that, yet, you weren't surprised they knew that.

Where was he going with it…?

— Please, not you too.

But he took off his ring anyway, and after a moment, he was wearing civilian clothes, along with a military jacket and dogtags.

— Who better than a charming ex-air force member to present to your family? Test pilot now, I can take them flying. Actually, I can take you flying. — He winked. — Call me Hal Jordan, beautiful. — He winked and saluted you. — Also, I fought in the war.

— Dude. Just give up. They're not gonna pick you.

— I will never give up, I'm a green lantern, strong will is kind of my thing. — He looked at you again. — So, darling?

While you were staring blankly at him, someone cleared their throat.

— Be reasonable, you don't have to be humiliated today. — Wonder Woman catwalked into the room confidently. She was holding two bags from a clothes store in her hands. The amazon pushed Hal Jordan aside and stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down and smiled charmingly. — Take me with you, darling. This is for you. — She extended one of the bags to you. You took it and looked inside, then reached in and pulled it out. It was a beautiful outfit, completely on your style, and clearly of good quality. But when she pulled out what was inside the other bag, it took your attention and you looked curiously at the red wine satin dress she was holding up. — And this is what I will be wearing. — She smiled seductively. — Diana Prince, pleasure to meet you.

You couldn't help your jaw from dropping while imagining her wearing that. While some family members might not admire the sensual outfit as much, you definitely would. Secretly. Your ego would too.

Damn it, why couldn't she be more normal and less yandere?

You swallowed, looking away from her and the dress. It was finally too hard to say no, but not for the mature reasons.

At your silence, Diana’s eyebrows rose up and she tilted her head to the side, with a pleased small smile. The other men in the room groaned and started arguing loudly, but she was untouchable in front of you.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

— I think I should just go home, it's getting late… — You rapidly shoved your gifts inside the bag, took your things and squeezed your way between them heroes, not even realizing how trapped you were previously, but just as you got to the door, you hit a brick wall, or Superman, as people usually call him.

You groaned and he looked at you sheepishly.

— I guess after all of that I can't offer you something much better, but I can try… — Superman took a deep breath and before you could blink, he flew away, changed clothes, and came back. One second, Superman was in front of you, the next, just a regular cute guy wearing glasses and a suit. You took a second to recognize him and understand what happened and what that meant.

Damn, who knew glasses were a good disguise.

— I'm Clark, Clark Kent. I grew up on a farm in Kansas and I work as a journalist at the Daily Planet. — He smiled shyly and gave you his gift. — I hope you like it…

You blinked and catatonically looked at the thing he gave you. Differently from the last gifts, it wasn't neatly wrapped and it had a weird shape, but by how it felt in your hands, you guessed what it was.

You expected the sight of a Superman plushie to greet you, but instead, it was a plushie of your favorite fictional superhero. The same hero from the Martian’s comic.

Well, it was cute. You would probably fall for him if you didn't know better. You held back an awed sound that wanted to spill from the back of your throat.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by all the Justice League groaning a collective and loud “GET OUT”, you looked up, confused and curious by what caused all this, surprised by seeing it was just Batman entering the room.

Huh, why did everyone react like that?

He stared at you, then at every single one of them, silently, almost disapproving, or disappointed, but then, he smirked when he looked at you again.

Batman was smirking? You flinched.

— This is for you. — He gave you a big box. It was surprisingly heavy. When you opened it, there was a very expensive and beautiful pair of shoes, something you only dreamed of having and was always on your Pinterest board. Only digital influencers and celebrities wearing it, making you jealous. But that wasn't all. There was also jewelry and a very expensive bottle of wine. You will definitely take it to the holidays to impress your family. Or maybe keep it to a very special occasion. — And there’s more from where it came from. — He reached for his cowl and your breath hitched. Never in your wildest dreams you thought this day would happen.

He took of the cowl, and in front of your was…

Bruce Wayne?!

While everyone deflated, knowing they lost, you just had to hold back your laugh, but a snort still escaped. That took everyone off for a second, including the always stoic hero in front of you, who was clearly bewildered when you couldn't hold back anymore and laughed to his face.

— You think I'm gonna show up to my family with the nacional manwhore? HA! Yeah, that's gonna impress them for the first five minutes, then I will be the dummy who’s gonna be traded for the next top model. — You shook your head, still laughing. Bruce frowned deeper. You slightly feared for your job after you bluntly called him a manwhore.

— I would never do that to you. My affairs are all to deceive the public and keep my job a secret.

— And that might be true, but my family doesn't know that! Or are you gonna tell this to everyone? Funny. Billionaires are so delusional and out of touch… — You shook your head and walked out.

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Oh hun, this is America, unfortunately we're never joking.

i thought you guys were joking

[whiskis]

The commander's mate (part 1?)

A/N: Two SFW stories in a row, sorry, my brain is not really horny this week. That said, part 2 of this lil snippet everyone loved, enjoy!

Alien x fem!reader|| SFW, hurt/comfort || tw: kidnapping

"You are going to take the million and shut up if you don't want your brain blown for keeping a commander's mate imprisoned on a pet shop," he replied, his gun already out as your brain spiraled with the info he just let out.

What did he mean by “mate”? Did aliens talk in Australian lingo? You highly doubted that, and your brain was already scrambling to get a response. Maybe… Maybe your monsterfuckery books weren’t so wrong after all, maybe he was talking about that kind of mate. But that couldn’t be, could it? There was no way you got kidnapped from earth and thrown into a monster pet shop just for an alien to find you and claim you as his mate. That couldn’t be possible. Your life wasn’t like that…

It was a dream. That was it. Everything you just saw and experienced was a dream. You didn’t get kidnapped. You didn’t wake up on a pet cage with a very angry gobling-pet-store-owner screaming at you in a language you didn’t understand. Nope. A dream. That explained it. That explained everything.

You pinched your side and pressed your eyes shut tightly. Wake up, wake up, wake up… You repeated to yourself over and over.

A warm big hand touched your bicep and you almost shoot into the stratosphere when you jumped up, scared. You opened your eyes in a rush and found the alien staring back at you, his eyes tender. “Little human, it’s time to go.” His voice was a lot sweeter than before, equally deep, but soothing in a way.

Your scared brain couldn’t work properly and a thousand questions piled in the front of your mind, but the first that escaped your mouth was: “How do you know my language?” He didn’t have an accent, but you knew he didn’t learn English at school like you did.

He covered your hand with his much bigger one, he was crouching in front of the cage, but still towered over you by far. “I’ve been to earth many times, little human,” he explained. He was rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand, and your body was slowly melting.

It ached, you ached, to be closer to him. But you denied yourself of that, you didn’t understand what your body was feeling, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something. Even if that syndrome was bullshit and he wasn’t the one who kidnap you.

“Why?” You asked. You didn’t exactly know about what you were asking, you only knew… need. Need like no other. To know. To meet. To touch. It was driving you slowly made not to be as close to him as possible. You crawled to him, and he helped you out of the cage, but you were still on the floor as he crunched next to you.

“Political affairs. I know your world leaders very well,” he said with a chuckle, his mouth tilting in something that (you hoped) was a try to smile but looked more like a grimace. That only answered part of your confusion, but at last it was something.

“Who are you?” You finally let out, your brain clearing enough to question him on the important part. Being closer to him made your mind clearer, and that should scare you. But it didn’t, you couldn’t be scared when he was so close.

“I am the commander of the intergalactic alliance,” he let out in a formal tone, just to go back to his shooting one when he added: “and I’m your mate, my lovely human.”

“Like the Australians?” You asked, trying to make sense of something.

He laughed, throwing his head back and arching his neck in a way that made your mouth water to bite him. Where the fuck did that thought come from? You stepped closer, his body so close to yours that you could feel the heat emanating from his colorful skin.

“No, little human. Not like the Australians,” and that was everything he said as he took your hand, and helped you up, leading you away from the creepy monster pet shop.

A/N: Reminder that you can read all my other stories back in @monstersflashlight (all organized in this masterlist), thanks for reading!

[maliciouscottonball]

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Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3877

AN: This oneshot has some required listening but I promise it’s worth it! Optimus has an amazing voice and I love him. No one can convince me that the Autobots don’t love yapping in their native language when they have the chance. My beloved @foolphenomenon beta read this one for me too so thank you to them!!!

TW: Soft yandere behavior, Ironhide and Wheeljack deciding that the best home defense system is a home offense system, mention of taxes, light stalking, boundaries being enforced, silly alien robots being silly and only mildly creepy

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Optimus hadn’t expected to be offered a place to stay by a tiny human. He had thought that the Autobots were alone in the parking lot of an abandoned factory. The team was discussing where to recharge for the night when Optimus caught a glimpse of you peeking out from a broken window on the first floor. You ducked down but it was futile after you both locked eyes. He had gently called out to you, wanting you to see that they didn’t mean any harm, even if they looked intimidating. 

“It is alright, little human. We mean you no harm. You are safe with us. Please come out so that we may see you better.” He said in a soft tone.

You slowly peeked back out, figuring that it was useless to run from giants. You were surprised by how kind the tallest bot was and glanced around at the rest of them. When you realized that none of them looked unfriendly, you slowly exited the building and stood near the door, ready to dart back to cover if anything went sideways. The disarming body language and kind tone made you feel more like a kid getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar rather than an adult listening in on giant alien robots but you weren’t about to take any chances.

“Um… I’m sorry for listening in. I didn’t mean to. Well, I did but that’s because I’ve never seen anything like you guys…! I feel bad about it though. It was rude of me. You can park outside my house if you want to…! My closest neighbor is about a mile away so there’s more privacy than here. You’ll be able to walk around instead of just driving!” You chattered nervously.

Optimus raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected an eavesdropper to be so polite. You were so little and you seemed so sweet. He looked thoughtful as he examined you. You were dirty from what he later learned was an exploration trip inside the abandoned factory. The fabric you wore was dark in color, which he assumed was for a form of camouflage in the dark building. Despite the dirt, your eyes were bright and curious. Your friendliness didn’t seem to be an act and you were such a small thing that you couldn’t cause much harm.

Optimus agreed and the Autobots followed you to your home through heavily wooded back roads. You were true to your word and you were surprisingly welcomingly to them. There’s a meadow near your home where the bots eagerly began setting up to rest for the night. You said your goodnights to the strange aliens and went into the small farmhouse. It was more of a cabin than anything else and you had made it very cozy over the years. There was a single bedroom, a miniscule kitchen and dining room, and a singular bathroom. You had finished washing your face and changing into pajamas and were now curling up under your covers. You felt surprisingly calm for having giant metal aliens outside. 

You were dozing off when there was a quiet tapping on your window. You thought that it was just a branch or a particularly determined bug and snuggled back into the comfortable warmth when you heard it again. You got out of bed and rubbed your bleary eyes as you walked the short distance from your bed to the window. You opened your curtains and were startled into full alertness when there was a giant face mere feet away from you, causing your formerly sleepy eyes to be all but blasted with blue light from the mech’s optics.

You quickly open the window and step back as you look up at him. You recognize the mech as the leader of the group. He was squatting down as he looked down at you through the window. He 

“I wished to speak to you, human. I can see that you were attempting to recharge but I feel that the topic is important enough to interrupt you.”

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Optimus smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He wasn't one to admit it but he found humans to be adorable. Your respiratory patterns changed to become slower and deeper while you rested and he enjoyed the mellow and relaxed look on your face. He was glad that his voice was calming enough to soothe you to sleep. He was also grateful that your window was large and your bed was close to the window. He carefully reached through the open window with two digits, delicately tucking your blanket up to your chin and petting the top of your hair a few times.

After that, Optimus did his best to close your window and quietly walked up to Jazz. Optimus had been close with Jazz for milenia and it showed in their comfortable interactions. Optimus transformed into his alt mode and settled into the spot between Jazz and Ratchet. He always recharged more easily and efficiently when he was near his closest friends. After a moment, he rumbled softly to the mech on watch.

“The human is asleep. We are very fortunate. I do not recall any interactions with any humans quite so sweet.” He said quietly to Jazz.

“You're telling me. I didn't think the tiny thing would apologize, let alone give us somewhere to stay.” Jazz responded. He wasn't a high strung mech and he could definitely appreciate good company and a comfortable recharge.

“I have introduced the human to all of us, though I am not sure how much information was retained and will be accessible tomorrow. The poor creature was falling asleep while I was speaking.” Optimus said thoughtfully. Jazz smiled at that. He had always found humans to be cute and the music that they made was a major bonus. He made a mental note to ask you in the morning what music you like to listen to. He and Optimus said their goodnights and Optimus transformed into his alt mode to recharge until it was his turn to take watch.

You and the bots woke up in the morning refreshed and recharged. It had been a long time since they had a recharge so restful and peaceful. You quickly got ready and made some breakfast for yourself before going outside to see how your guests were doing. You only watched at first, too nervous to really walk among them. You saw Ratchet setting up some tools and simply sat on a nearby log as he wrangled Bumblebee over to his makeshift station. You were fascinated by what was happening and seemed excited to see something so new. 

Ratchet placed you on his shoulder after noticing you watching him do a minor repair on Bumblebee. He was gruff and acted cranky but he was actually happy that you were interested in how their species worked. He explained the different steps that he took to repair Bumblebee’s plating and why it was important in a quiet voice. He knew that humans didn’t do well with very loud noises and kept his voice within the range of human comfort. He enjoyed the soft questions you asked and subtly scanned you to see what your health was like. He was pleased that your breakfast was adequately nutrient dense and filling enough to last you until midday. 

“We’ll make a medic out of you yet, kid.” He said in a warm tone. Bumblebee had only heard that tone a few times before. It was a bit unnerving for a moment but he quickly brushed it off. He knew how nice human companionship was and he was glad that Ratchet was seeing it for the first time. Bumblebee tried to chat with you a few times during his procedure, each time earning a smack on the back of the head and a scolding for interrupting the first training of someone that he was convinced would become the first human Autobot medical officer. 

After Ratchet was done working on Bumblebee, he carefully placed you on the ground and left to go talk to Optimus, though not before giving you a careful pat on the back and a promise to teach you more later. You were startled when Windblade quite literally snatched you up. The femme was unfamiliar with how to interact with humans, having only been on Earth for a few cycles. She was fascinated by your hair and clothes. She liked that your clothes were different colors and she loved that it was like you could have the equivalent of a new paint job more than once per day if you wanted to. She easily held you in one of her servos, gently touching the fabric of your clothing and the ornaments on your favorite jewelry while not understanding why you weren’t chatting with her as happily as you had been with Ratchet and instead were squirming. She wanted to hang out with the human too.

Jazz quickly came to your aid. He carefully scooped you out of her servo and gave her a lighthearted lecture in Cybertronian on proper human handling methods. You just blinked and went along with it as he showed her the safe ways to hold a human. You were a bit stunned as you were held in different positions in the mech’s servos and then carefully placed onto each of his shoulders. Windblade sheepishly apologized to you in English, citing her inexperience with humanity and promising not to grab you anymore without warning or a particularly good reason. 

Jazz wanted to see the town that you lived in and managed to convince you to give him a sightseeing tour. You stopped at the nearest gas station, got a slushie, and drove around with him in his alt mode. He was able to fulfil his goal of talking to you about your music taste while you both drove. Granted, he already had seen what you listen to online as he had run a background check while on watch that night, but he still wanted to chat with you about it. He had you turn on one of your playlist and enjoyed listening to you talk about your home and your favorite bands. 

When you returned from the drive, your mouth was stained by your drink and your cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing. Jazz was kind and funny and you were glad that you had stumbled upon the Autobots yesterday, even if Windblade startled you a bit at first. Speaking of Windblade, she had managed to fashion a necklace for you out of a small gear and a few other odds and ends that she had gotten from Ratchet while you and Jazz were out driving. She presented it to you and seemed incredibly pleased when you put it on. She all but gushed over how nice it looked on you and how nice it was to finally make a human friend.

Ironhide was the next mech to try to spend time with you. He approached the three of you and began asking you questions about the security of your home. He seemed shocked that you didn’t have any weapons that he deemed appropriate for home defense. Unsurprisingly to you, there were no plasma cannons on turrets or energy shields surrounding your home. Ironhide was deeply concerned about this. To him, you were already one of them. Optimus had clearly accepted you into their ranks and the rest of the team, including him, already seemed to like you plenty. You managed to win over Ratchet and that’s all he needed to get started on a home defense plan. You tried to assure him that you were fine and the most dangerous thing nearby were the raccoons that dug through the trash if you didn’t close the garbage well enough.

Ironhide wouldn’t have any of it. He decided to enlist Wheeljack to help secure your home from threats. He wanted your trash can secured from raccoons and he wanted your land free of any Cybertronian that wasn’t an Autobot. He also seemed to decide that you should be protected from humans who meant any harm and began making plans with Wheeljack. Your eyes hadn’t gone as wide as they did when they presented their plan to you since… Well, yesterday when you found out that aliens were real and very large. Between a flame thrower meant to incinerate any home invader foolish enough to knock on your front door, electrified door garbage cans, a security camera system that made Soundwave look like an amateur, a mirage system that made the entire house look like it hadn’t ever existed that Wheeljack had pointed out would be excellent for tax evasion after doing some research on the IRS, and several camouflaged blasters powerful enough to put Megatron himself on life support, they literally had everything covered. It was a little horrifying but you were also a bit impressed.

You weren’t thrilled about the idea of your home becoming a scene out of “Home Alone” but at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You gave the go ahead and watched in awe as they began building. You didn’t really think that they would actually do it but there they were, turning your cabin in the woods into a mini fortress. At one point, Wheeljack sat you down and showed you how to wire and defuse a bomb. Ratchet almost blew a gasket until Wheeljack got you some safety goggles to show that he was being safe with you. That didn’t save him from having to dodge a wrench being thrown at him but it made you giggle so he felt that it was worth it. 

It was almost the afternoon before Bumblebee finally got to spend any time with you. He was missing having a human companion and the second that Ironhide put you down to work on something with both servos, Bee took the opportunity to have another human to hang out with. He transformed with you into his alt mode while Wheeljack and Ironhide gave him the nastiest looks imaginable. He would deal with that later. For now, he wanted to enjoy your company. He drove to the other side of your property where he transformed and offered to let you play a Cybertronian game. He pulled out a large device and played a round to show you how it worked. It was essentially the equivalent of an alien Gameboy with a rhythm game. You had to smack the buttons to get enough force to push them down and it turned into a major upper body workout. You weren’t very good at the game but you still enjoyed yourself. It didn’t help that you couldn’t read the words in the game to know what was going on or that Bumblebee was too busy jamming out and encouraging you that he couldn’t translate fast enough.

The day turned into a much needed break for both you and the Autobots. You had quite a bit of fun playing with and learning from them, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary. Optimus allowed the team to stay for another night in the field after you basically begged him and the others to stay. He was glad to see that the team was having fun and he knew that the mission could wait. He also couldn’t resist the look on your face as you asked him so nicely. He was just as bad as the rest of his team and he knew it. 

That night, he came to your window again. It was clear that you were already expecting him. The curtains were open and so was your window. You were staring at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but feel pleased that you wanted to hear more about him and his world. He told you a bit more about his life before the war. He told you about the time that he knocked over a stack of hundreds of data pads on his first day on the job and how clumsy he was when he was young. You didn’t believe him at first and he found it very amusing. He told you about the first artifact that he catalogued and about the first bot that he helped find something in the archives. He told you about the games that he would play for recreation and about what his home looked like. 

It wasn’t long before you began dozing off. Optimus liked you. He enjoyed telling you stories and he liked that you were a good listener. He liked that you got along with his team and didn’t mind that they were so different from you. He sighed contentedly as he watched you sleep and once again tucked you so that you would remain comfortable throughout the night. He was thinking about the lullabies on Cybertron when he went back to the others to recharge. He would have to sing one for you the next time that the Autobots visited you. He was sure that you’d be interested in hearing it but he knew that you wouldn’t understand the lyrics. He would have to think about how to remedy the situation. 

The beginning of the next morning went similarly to the morning before but this time, you were much more comfortable with the aliens hanging out in your meadow. The upgrades to your house were finished fairly early and you had to admit, they were very cool. Would you end up using them? Almost definitely not. Did you appreciate the time and effort that Wheeljack and Ironhide put into them? Absolutely. Ratchet showed you how to disable the flamethrower while Wheeljack and Ironhide were explaining to Optimus why each upgrade was entirely necessary. He decided that they were fine because they were just to keep you safe and had Jazz link to the camera system so that they could make sure that you were okay and that there was no Decepticon activity.

Jazz had snuck off earlier and brought you back the same flavor of slushie that you had gotten on your drive together the day before. He liked how your eyes lit up when he gave you the frozen treat and carefully uploaded some Cybertronian movies and shows to your television so that you could see some of the things that he thought that you’d like from before the war. Bumblebee butted in, eagerly recommending his favorites and telling you about the plotlines of each of them. Jazz also uploaded some Cybertronian music while Bee was chatting with you. It was obvious that he wanted to expose you to their culture and show you just how wonderful Cybertron was. Bee was just happy that you was talking with him.

Windblade didn’t pick you up without permission so you showed her some of your favorite articles of clothing. You basically put on a fashion show for her while she oooo'd and ahhhh’d at your clothes, all while keeping an eye on the way that the necklace that she gave you moved as you walked. She loved that you were wearing something that she made for you. She had decided that you were her very favorite human and that she would get you something to wear every time that she saw you. She carefully took notes on your size of clothes and shoes and smiled at the idea of finding you an outfit that matched her paint color.

It was time for them to leave at noon. The declaration from Optimus was met with many sighs but each bot understood that it was for the greater good. The mission had been put off for as long as possible. All equipment was packed up and each of the bots said their goodbyes to you, promising to visit when they had time and giving you plenty of careful pats on the head, back, and shoulders. You could tell that they all meant it. Before they left, Optimus approached you with a small tablet-like device. He squatted down and offered it to you. You carefully took it and examined it. It looked like the data pads that you had seen the others reading on before but much, much smaller. You looked up at him with a tilted head and he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t seem to ever not smile when you were involved.

“Little one, we Autobots would like to remain friends with you. All of us have thoroughly enjoyed our time with you. If it would be alright, we would like to remain in contact with you. We would like to be able to communicate ideas and stories with you more easily so Wheeljack has created a Crybertronian language training module loaded onto this data pad. It will teach you our language. Please do not feel pressured to learn all at once. We simply have many stories that I would like you to enjoy that are poorly translated into any Earth tongue. The data pad will not lose its charge before we are able to return and it has a feature that will allow you to speak to any of us, should you require any assistance. You have been a most gracious host and we would like to convey our gratitude with this gift.” He explained.

He paused for a moment before speaking a bit more hesitantly this time. “I hope you will contact me, even if there is not an emergency. I would enjoy conversing with you further in the future and I know that the rest of my team feels the same way.”

You were surprised but eagerly agreed, promising to call and to practice so that he can tell you stories soon. Optimus was pleased with your answer and his smile became wider. You were a breath of fresh air to him. He gave the orders to roll out and you waved as you watched them all go. Once they were out of sight, you wandered back into your living room and began your first Cybertronian language lesson. 

Optimus was a bit sad that he would not be able to see you for a while and knew that the rest of the team felt the same way. They were much quieter than usual and the usual playful banter was replaced by a sullen silence. His voice was curious as he made his request.

“Jazz, can we get a status update on the little one?”

Jazz quickly checked the footage from the cameras and felt his spark warm. He spoke in a happy tone, clearly pleased that you were already learning how to communicate better with the team.

“The human just started their first lesson. They seem very eager to learn about Cybertron.”

That kicked off plenty of chatter within the team. The Prime was very pleased. They had been able to find someone to boost their will to fight and he knew that they all were eager to finish the next few missions so that they could have the reward of seeing you again sooner. He also figured that if you were doing a lesson so soon after they had left, it was likely that you’d call soon. That made him even more pleased.

[coltcassidyy]

I know this is probably gonna get annoying, but I can't help it. I'm hyperfiated on invincible atm. But a lapis lazuli inspired male reader.

Mark finds his gem in space or something and frees him, and now he has this strong ass gem alien living with him, trying to learn human customs and stuff.

It’s not annoying my g don’t worry bout it. I like writing for people … but I need to get some non invincible requests soon before I crash out and explode my kitchen

Mark Grayson x Lapis Lazuli/reader

TW: reader is male, No nsfw (I wasn’t sure if you wanted any or not). Non-sexual nudity. Includes romantic HCs.

I’m writing this at fucking 3 am. On the night before Easter. I’m trying to catch the fucking Easter bunny

Mark thinks you’re so fucking cool. You’re a gem? With water powers? And blue skin? Sure you occasionally remind him of the mauler twins but mark is happy to have somebody Oliver can look up to … having … odd skin, and all …

The way you behave is just so silly to him sometimes. This ranges from eating basic foods wrong (eating cake in layers, eating burritos / tacos sideways , etc), behaving so formal in the least formal places possible, saying odd things because you don’t quite understand English yet. ( Ex: “you know what, mark? I could care less.” “Then … care … less?” “… you know what I mean.”)

There’s some behaviors of yours that mark doesn’t find as silly. Like your ptsd. From the war (I think a war happened in Steven universe? I don’t remember). Yeah he hears you murmuring in your sleep.

Being not human and all, you never really understood the idea of being polite. You’re extremely blunt in all situations, and if marks there, he tries to spare you— to explain your situation. But honestly, it just makes things work. Sometimes when you go out in public with mark, he’ll beg you to let him do all the talking.

When mark first saw your powers in combat he was absolutely entranced. It was beautiful— the water itself was already gorgeous, but watching you contort it so elegantly is just the icing on the cake. Watching you maneuver and use the water to the crescendo of its abilities was so satisfying and so breathtaking. Sometimes, he’ll have you play with your powers simply because he likes to watch the water move.

Speaking of water! When you came to earth for the first time, you kind of … smelled. You didn’t stink … but you didn’t necessarily smell good. Mark tried to explain to you in words how to bathe, but it wasn’t really getting through to you. So your first actual bath was with mark.

This is one of those moments where mark had you play with your powers just so he could watch. Sometimes when you shower together or bathe together he’ll have you change the temperature or the water pressure. You didn’t think of using your abilities in such a way before, but now that you’ve discovered it, you never want to stop.

Your first bath together was where mark got to get a really good look at your gem placement, too. Right smack dab in the upper middle of your chest- a little below your collar bones. Mark always liked crystals and gems— he thought they were pretty, and he thought it was interesting how the earth could produce something so aesthetically pleasing just from minerals and dust. He thinks yours is pretty especially, the way the water reflects or the light catches in it sometimes, it’s hard to miss— and hard to ignore.

Mark finds your powers to be incredibly convenient. Taking down low level fire goons, or whenever he needs to wash his hands, get a drink (you thought this was quite nasty, but apparently mark doesn’t mind), or just when he’s hot or dirty and needs a refresher.

Mark had to teach you social interaction. It was insanely embarrassing— but thankfully, he really only used his mom, atom eve, amber, or William to practice. Mark assumes that after spending so much time with William that it gave you a bit of a … sass.

You’ve eaten the soap from marks bathroom before. You coughed up bubbles for weeks. (Smells good ≠ tastes good. He had to teach you that as well.)

Romantic HCs

Sometimes, after a really bad day, mark will ask to lay down with you and he’ll trace his fingers around the gem in your chest. It’s satisfying and smooth against his fingertips, and it’s a nice feeling for you too.

He enjoys having a partner who can fly. Sometimes the both of you will just go on flight trips together, flying over cities or hovering in the night sky to look at the stars. You don’t ever do this without holding hands though. Holding hands makes you feel closer and more connected, and without that simple gesture, sometimes you get quite uncomfortable.

You weren’t necessarily comfortable with PDA at first. To your culture, touch and affection is an incredibly intimate and sacred thing. Though you didn’t necessarily agree with it, you obeyed anyways. So when mark broke the news to you that PDA is actually quite normal, you went a little overboard with it. You love the idea of displaying to others that mark belonged to you and you alone, letting the world know of your love— of your unbreakable bond.

Similar to mark laying you down and tracing over the gem in your chest, after a bad day or a particularly rough fight, sometimes you’ll have mark trace his fingers over your body, just gentle touches to remind you that not all super-abled humans (or viltrumites.) are out to hurt you— to remind you that at the end of the day, mark will always be there to soothe your wounds.

The both of you don’t really kiss mouth-to-mouth a lot. Only on special occasions. You don’t like it— you think it’s nasty. So the both of you opt for kisses to the forehead, the hands, the inner wrist, the cheek, the nose … anywhere but the lips, basically. (Mark believes that kissing each others hands is much nastier than kissing on the lips, but he doesn’t want to confuse you, or make you even more grossed out by humans then you already are. He just keeps his hands washed.)

((This is kinda short but holy fuck Easter bunny give me chocolate))

[monstatron]

CAPTAIN MAROONER

( character is a woman, she/her ! )

assorted doodles i’ve worked on between WIPs, been trying to get a feel for titania and her character. she's finally starting to take shape and so is her story, which i'd eventually like to write in the form of a novella/short story in a monster-themed anthology that i've been working on.

check under the cut for some extra lore and art! :D

titania’s three sons that she’s been raising with her wife and they have 1 brain cell that they share

AND OFC enjoy the updated lore of titania, her crew, and her family!

TW: mentions of cannibalism and brief fictional politics

Welcome to the planet Uuntya. Uuntya is a massive, ocean-covered super-planet that is home to multiple alien species, but is primarily dominated by the anthropomorphic reptilians known as the Leviathans. The ancient Leviathans had seized control of Uuntya millions of years ago with their advanced technology, having fled from a desolate world in search of starting life anew on another. Much time as passed since then and the modern Leviathans have only ever known life on Uuntya, their alien history lost to time, as well as their advanced technology. Now, the Leviathans and other species of Uuntya live with technology akin to that of the seventeenth century. There is one fabled Leviathan that's earned herself a name like no other: Titania Marooner. Captain Titania Marooner is the founder of a small yet rambunctious and notorious crew: the Barbaric Hurricanes. Titania prefers to be called by her last name, “Marooner” by others. Titania appears to be very stoic and blunt, however, that’s to no fault of her own. She’s often very unaware of how truly imposing she appears, and despite what she had been through, she sports a very gregarious and easy-going personality. She can be quick to irritation, though. After escaping an arranged marriage, Titania struggled to make a living for herself for some time. Her marriage had ended on a quiet note, but she did not realize she was pregnant until moons after she had left. Determined to make a good life for her eggs, she took up any job she possibly could. Unfortunately, most of these jobs, under the eye of an oppressive monarchy, were not suitable enough to make a living off of. This had led her to taking up the job as a deck-mopper on a monarch crew. Little did she know the true intention of the captain when he had enthralled her with promises of riches after a deep-sea plundering. Titania was nothing more than fodder. She had spent many years at sea with these Leviathans, though not a moment of it was enjoyable. She had struck a brief relationship with the captain out of sheer boredom and to have a safe place to keep her eggs while she worked, but it ended poorly. One day, when the crew had been stranded, Titania chose to flee from the crew. In shambles they attempted to hunt her down, seeing her as nothing more than prey. In the end, the crew had cannibalized most of each other, and the last one standing was Titania herself. There was one problem though: their boat was wrecked and there was no food… Or so titania thought. There was enough meat to salvage of her crew, so, she ate them. She preserved what she could and survived off of Leviathan flesh and rum as she rebuilt a boat for herself out of what was left. In that time, her sanity had begun to slip, but not too far. She was only alone for about four months before she had managed to mend a makeshift boat and took to sea, she was eventually taken in by others. Titania returned to the lands changed and with a newfound craving for the blood of her own kind. This led her down a harrowing path where she eventually met her current wife, Dolores. Around this time Titania's eggs had finally hatched and she named her sons Eel, Urchin, and Slug. Eventually Dolores and Titania teamed up and picked up bands of misfits along the way, eventually forming their crew, "the Barbaric Hurricanes", bonded by common goals: bloodshed, adventure, and delegating the monarchy. The monarchs and their pawns were the perfect prey, after all. Now, the Barbaric Hurricanes maintain a wicked and morally questionable means of usurping the monarchy- liberating those beneath while still feeding themselves. They eat the rich, quite literally.

and yes titania and dolores are cannibal parents that raise their kids with love. and cannibalism. i'll elaborate on this more in the future

this is dolores btw (ref is a wip)

[solar4seekstron]

New Recruit

TFRescue Bots!Heatwave x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

Content: 16+, Heatwave is a bbg in this because he’s my bbg <3

TW/Tags: Reader is adorable, mention of gender transition, couple characters ate homophobes, heatwave and reader are being school crushes to each other. Better love story then i did lol

Notes: We all know Hightide and Optimus are good friends so Heatwave is pretty young. At least in here if I’m wrong. So how cool and interesting would it be if reader was Hightides daughter but she chose to be neutral and just visited the Rescue Bots to check up on them. But ends up falling in love? Hehe. Reader is a couple inches shorter then Heatwave.

It was like any other day for the Burns. The Rescue Bots doing their usual job while Heatwave decided to one day go out on his own.

The city already knew about him and the others being alien robots.

So driving around and people waving at him when they passed by was still something he was getting used to.

So imagine his surprise when he sees a femme but.

A femme bot who had no insignia of Autobot or Decepticon. A bright smile on her dermas while giggling at what a lady with her child was saying.

Yes, he was staring at you with an open intake out of mostly shock and surprise.

You had a few good scratches in your frame. You had a long sword in the holder on your hip. Your frame is bulky but also slim at the same time.

He can tell you’re both strong and fast. Your colors a bright red mixed with green. Somehow making it work.

He stared at you from behind one of the large buildings. It was a good distance since you were at the beach.

A bright smile on your dermas even when you waved goodbye to the woman and her child.

You pulled your mouthguard and visors back on. Which made you look a little intimidating. You start to walk towards the city.

Heatwave got fully behind the building. Feeling his spark race a little.

He then looked down when he noticed a couple staring up at him. The man with his husband then chuckles before speaking.

“Don’t worry. I got scared and nervous too when I saw my first love.” The man said turning to his husband at the last word.

The husband smiling. He too speaking. “You got this buddy.”

The couple then walked away. Heatwave just watched them walk away while remaining still. He then looks forward with wide optics while his mind races.

Both were unsure of what the two meant while at the same time understanding what they meant. He got a bit lost in his helm until someone poked his cheek gently.

“Hello?” You asked casually.

Making him flinch and back up with his arms and cervos up ready to fight.

You then put your cervo to your chin. Your other cervo was on your hip while your mask and visors remained on.

S smirk of course under your mask. Heatwave then since stood a bit straighter before soon gathering himself together. Placing his cervos on his hips nervously as he cleared his throat before speaking.

Only for you to beat him to it.

”You must be the one called Heatwave. Correct? Name’s Y/N. You might’ve met my Sire Hightide already?”

You said casually. Heatwave was taken aback a little. “Uhh.”

He looked you up and down. You’re his sparkling?? He thought to himself.

You let out a soft chuckle that caught his attention once more. “My Carrier always had a taste for “larger bots” if you know what I mean?”

You continued. Before looking around then back at him.

Heatwave just blinked. You tilted your helm. “So, was I correct. Heatwave?” You were about to poke his cheek again until his cervo held your wrist.

Catching you by surprise a bit.

He cleared his throat once more before finally speaking. “Yes, I am Heatwave. And if you are Hightides er- sparkling.

How come you two look nothing alike? Besides optic colors.

He kept holding your wrist while you just stared at him. You let out another chuckle. “Well, you see heatwave.” You politely pulled your wrist away.

”It’s called a transition.” You started to walk towards the base. Already know thanks to Optimus. Heatwave realized this and started following you. Standing in front of you up to when you finished talking.

”I was once a big and bad mech just like my sire. But primus was it tiresome to just be that. It never felt right anyway. So changed up to what made me more comfortable and do what I do. Which is fight when I need to and travel to where ever boss bot needs me to go.”

Heatwave spoke. “So that’s why you….oh. I- I’m sorry I-“ You interrupted.

”Now what are you sorry about? I’d say my new look is pretty great. Wouldn’t you say?”

You said the last sentence while both your visors and mouthguard came off.

You looking at him with soft optics. Heatwave felt himself almost blush. Before turning his helm away and his cervo covering his face as he spoke. “N-nothing. Is there a reason you’re here? Like actual? I-I mean uh.”

“As usual when Prime is too busy, he’ll send a bot to come help out the Rescue bots whenever he can. Which I’m sure is a constant thing for you and the others.”

You said in a bit more of a serious tone. Heatwave responded.

“Yeah, so you just visiting or will…?” You let out a soft chuckle. Giving him a warmer smile.

“Like me already hm? We’ll see. I’ll be staying for a few days if that’s alright. Not sure if I’ll see Hightide while I’m here. But we’ll see.”

You said the last part with a bit of discomfort. Heatwave raised an optic ridge before realizing why you said it like that. You noticed and let out a deep chuckle.

“I’m a neutral. Never wished to join whomever. We’ll all end up at one place at the end of one day at some point. Something my sire wasn’t too happy to hear long ago.”

Heatwave just stared at you. Then gets an idea. Slowly he placed a cervo on your shoulder.

A small smile on his dermas. speaking once more.”Well, I’m sure the team will be happy to meet you. Even if it’s the first time.”

This made you feel a little better. You glance down at the ground for a moment before looking back at him.

A small blush appeared on his cheeks. he turned away again and let out a deep chuckle.

“We should start heading to the base now. It will be dark soon.”

You just nodded when he looked back at you.

You both walk over to the base. Getting to know each other along the way. He then helps introduce you to the others.

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A couple of months have gone by since then. You’d help with missions. You and Blades got along very well. Between then when you met Heatwave.

Chase seemed to like you because you’d watch those comedy shows he likes. And Boulder..

You two were pretty chill.

One day though. While you and Heatwave were hanging out in the base as the others were out for patrol.

Both you and Heatwave sitting on the couch. Having finished speaking to Optimus on the TV earlier about your mission.

You sat casually and more like a typical lady would. Your cervos on your lap while you watched this action movie Cody wanted you both to check out.

Something about two witches becoming friends. The songs were good you’ll admit.

There was some good distance between you both. You kept watching with a smile. Not noticing the glances Heatwave would give to you.

His cervos were originally on his lap before sitting on the couch on his sides.

Your smirk grows a bit wider. Yes, you had a small crush on the guy. And thought why not give this relationship a try. Maybe he likes you back.

Casually, well as best as you can. You placed your cervo a bit close next to his own.

His optics constantly glancing from the TV back to his and your cervo. He tried thinking fast. Maybe starting up a conversation will calm his nerves.

”So uh, what do you think of Griffen rock? Pretty nice to live at.” He turned his helm towards you. You then look at him.

“Yes, I really like it here. Optimus never told me how entertaining it can be when hanging out with the bots. Along with how kind the humans of this planet are.”

You continue to glance at Heatwave. “I might even start calling this my new home. If your bots will have me?”

Heatwave rubbed the back of his helm as a small smile appeared on his dermas.

”We’d….”He hesitated. Looking at your cervo next to his. And so with a deep breath. His cervo went over your own gently. Looking into your optics once more as he said.

“We’d love to have you stay with us.”

You faced him fully. Your smile grew wider as you both just stared at each other, both with smiles on your dermas.

After what felt like minutes was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the alarm.

Causing you both to stand until you both got a call through the comm by blades.

”Sorry for the alarm guys. But uhh we have a Decepticon issue in the city.” You and Heatwave looked at each other. Heatwave then responding. “We’re on our way.!”

You both making it into the city together.

Soon you both see what appears to be a pink decepticon. Wait is that? Oh no. You thought to yourself with an annoyed expression.

Standing there fighting against the others while the humans evacuated was no other Glowstrike.

A femme you weren’t too happy to see. Your visors and a mouth guard soon on. Heatwave glanced at you while his fists were up. He then asked.

“Old pal of yours?”

”Something like that.” You responded. She was able to easily put the others down with causality. That is until she noticed you and Heatwave.

Making her way over. You then spoke, only loud enough for Heatwave to hear.

”Heatwave let me handle her. I’ll be fine but you won’t. She always has a trick up her sleeve.” He glanced at you as he responded. “Y/N what are you talking about? I can’t just leave- “

He’s interrupted by the pink femme.

”My my I’ll admit. Having all these mechs to yourself on this island makes me a bit jealous. Too bad you have them much longer femme.”

Good, she doesn’t recognize you. Heatwave was a bit confused. “Y/N we can take her, I’ve seen you fight before!”

”Y/N?” She looked at you confused. Then recognize your optics. Her expression soon turned angry. “YOU! So this is where you went?! And why do you look like that!?” You just rolled your optics.

”I got a makeover. To look better than you!” You ran throwing in the first punch. She didn’t block it in time. You then yelled telling Heatwave.

“Heatwave call for Bee. Tell him one of his Decepticons got here.” He nodded ding say while you kept Glowstrike down. Luckily her being surprised seeing you caught her off guard.

She started to yell slurs and tried to get out of your grasp. But you had a strong grip like you did before your transition.

Heatwave calls Bee while he puts her in cuffs and this neck cuff to weaken her.

You both waiting for Bee and one of his team members to come get her. You then help the other up. Boulder and Chase heading back to base.

She did hit them pretty hard. Blades shooting to stay so he can see Bee.

As your three wait. Having knocked out Glowstrike. Heatwave started speaking, his voice full with a little bit of concern.

”So..if you don’t mind me asking. How did you and this femme know each other?”

Your visors and mouth guard go back so your face shows. You then spoke to him with your sweet tone as always.

“We were uhh…exs before my transition. She too was into bigger bots..” You giggled nervously. Heatwave just stared at you with a soft smile.

”She… didn't wish to change her ways after the war.” You let out a small sigh. “Pretty much.”

G

You looked away for a moment unsure of what to say. Heatwave's smile went away as he looked away as well. Until he noticed blades with an angry expression at him.

Blades then gestured towards you for Heatwave to do or say something. Being the wingman that he is.

Heatwave took in what the humans said a deep breath. His face shows determination as he turns to face you fully.

“Y-Y/n I know it’s been only a couple of months. But I was w-well wondering if you’d.” He let out a groan. You have turned to face him as well. Your optics connect once more.

”I-I wish to ask if you’d like to.” He’s then interrupted by a booming voice. “Well, well look at who decided to come to my island!”

Hightide yells in a not-so-excited tone. Walking out of the water so casually. You, Heatwave, and Blades looking at Hightide's direction. Heatwave noticed your expression.

You were trying to keep it together as you crossed your arms.

Hightide made his way with his usual frown when he looked at you. Getting close enough once he spoke once more.

”Let me guess, Optimus sent you here to help out the Rescue Bots. Out of all the bots.” You remained silent. Hightide only got more upset. “Still giving the silent treatment. Something a part of your true self as well?-“

”That’s enough Hightide. They’re here to help us out. Is there an actual reason you’re even up here?” He stood fully next to you. You glanced at him a little surprised.

But a small smile soon formed on your dermas while Hightide then spoke.

“Just had to see how much smaller my sparkling decided to make himself. I see as small as his carrier.” His words hurt you. Though you did your best to not show it,

Heatwave only got more and more angry. Talking over Hightide with a more angry tone.

“You don’t speak to her like that! She is a femme and you should respect that!” Hightide was taken aback. “If you have such a problem with her being here with us to help out.

Then take it up with Optimus Prime!”

Hightide was confused. “I never said anything about-“ Heatwave has made his way to stand in front of Hightide. His voice was rougher showing his anger. “Take it. Up. With. Optimus.”

Hightide just stared down at him before looking at you. Then looking back at Heatwave. Letting out a huff after a moment and turns back.

Walking over back to the water without saying another word to you. You watched as Heatwave turned around and walked back to you and Blades.

Blades having a fan moment. That’s when Bee and Strongarm finally arrived to take away Glowstick.

You and Heatwave remain quiet with each other. At first, he thought you were maybe mad at him. But when he glanced at you while Bee and Blades didn’t flirt with each other.

Heatwave noticed a smile on your dermas. You were looking at him before looking back at the others with a smile.

All that’s needed is to tell Heatwave that he did good. The day carried on as it days every day after that. And that there was just a good start to your friendship taking the next step to become even more.

This was going to be a good year for you both.

This is SO fun to write. I can honestly see Heatwave being a little nervous bit and I enjoy that first love at first sight trope, sue me. I hope you guys enjoyed this sorry to Hightide fans for making him a bit of a jerk here. It just fits with the Tory.

Anyway, I hope to see you guys in the next posts, and as always a repost is always appreciated! And hope you guys have a good rest of your day! See you all Tuesday!

[midnightshindig]

Can you do familial hc’s/a drabble for the viltrumite reader trying to indoctrinate Oliver with the viltrumite mindset? Maybe Debbie finds out and tells Mark and he ends ups fighting the reader, you’re the best ✌️

Oliver & Viltrumite!Reader

Ooooooo you guys are angsty, I love it.

Fair warning, I hate writing fight scenes, so this is mostly just gonna be angst.

Tw for viltrumite ideology- which is like lowkey fascist and evil as hell. In today's political climate where we're like lowkey being ruled by Viltrumites, I urge you to take the necessary steps to interact with this work in a healthy manner, or not at all, however, is the best for your mental health <3 Remember to drink water and keep on keeping on.

As always, fic under the cut!

You had been living with the Graysons since you crashed onto the earth, with Nolan recognizing your clothing and insisting you stay with them.

Of course, he doesn't tell Debbie you're a Viltrumite but rather that you're an alien from a planet he once saved and that he wants to sponsor your citizenship on Earth.

Before this, however, he takes you aside and explains the situation: You cannot blow his cover no matter what, and you will be subordinate to him.

And you're quite young for a Viltrumite—not even a hundred years old yet, hovering in your 80s or 90s. Physically, you were barely in your mid to late teens.

So you're introduced into the family! Debbie takes a shine to you, excited to have another person to dote on when she isn't busy with work.

Mark is OBSESSED with you, in a cool "wow I'm a younger sibling now" kind of way

He's barely nine when you land, so he's got nine more years to get used to your presence.

before Nolan goes awol.

It's a year later and you're still staying with the Graysons

You'd been invited to join the Guardians but that meant blood tests and Cecil finding out what you were

a loyal Viltrumite preparing the Earth for colonization in Nolan's stead.

You couldn't wrap your head around why he freaked out like he did, but you're not surprised Mark rejected joining him.

No... Mark was a lost cause

It would be sad, but he would have to see the error of his ways.... or die...

The thought saddened you greatly. And you'd already made arrangements to have Debbie kept somewhere.

Yes, it was a little inhumane, but at least she could be kept, Mark couldn't...

But those weren't the only people in the household, you'd recently gained a new addition to your happy little family.

Another alien, a purple baby, Oliver, as Debbie calls him, half-Viltrumite and half-Thraxan.

You, unlike Debbie and Mark, understand that his viltrumite blood will dominate the rest of his DNA

this baby is basically full Viltrumite.

Maybe there's hope after all.

Indoctrination-- education, as you call it-- is slow

Mainly pointed children's book lessons during story time

Things come to a head when Oliver ages into his elementary school years

"Y/n, why can't Dad come back?"

He asks you on day, fist gripping the fabric of your pants as he looks up at you with bleary eyes

It's a question he knows he shouldn't ask, and one he's too scared to ask his mother or Mark

but you've never been rude or quiet about him, you were the only person he felt he could talk to about such things

You picked him up, resting him on your hip, and poking the middle of his chest playfully

"Oliver- you know he's stuck in space jail! He's essentially in time out, for not following directions and being super mean to the people of Earth!" You smile candidly, eliciting a smaller smile from Oliver

"But-" he starts, looking around "What did he do that was so bad? Mark and Mom say that he killed a lot of people, and that he wanted to take over the world!!" He threw his arms up in the air for emphasis, but the gravity of his question was sincere

You thought for a minute before continuing "Well... Oliver... Your dad, and my dad are from the same place. I'm actually part Viltrumite, like you!" You smiled, this was a lie, you were full Viltrumite, but he didn't need to know you'd been fully lying to his family.

"And Viltrumites are a lot like your Mom, when she says to do something, you gotta listen, or else there'll be bad consequences" You nodded sagely "The Viltrumites's told your Dad to help Earth, and get it ready, and keep it safe so when the Viltrumites got here, they could keep it safe and make everything better!"

You heard a soft, stifled gasp, and looked to the doorway

It was Debbie, who had dropped the bags of groceries she and Mark had been out getting.

I guess they were back.

Standing behind her was Mark, wide eyed and confused, you'd never seen him so conflicted.

And you looked over at Oliver, still perched on your hip, staring with you at the rest of your family

Like a kid who'd been caught hearing a bad secret.

"You're... the whole time-" Debbie placed a hand on her forehead to support herself, looking between you and the carpet "You never told us."

A pang of guilt. You may be the superior life form, but she'd fed and protected you since you came to Earth. You didn't want her to be upset with you.

"Debbie I-" you started, before Mark-- entirely too wound up by the last year of his life-- cut you off

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?! YOU can't- Oliver come here." He took a step towards you, and Oliver flew in front of you, throwing his arms open to protect you

The room went quiet as everyone stared at Oliver, protecting you from Mark, in his own sad, too big for his body way

Mark calmed down a bit, approaching still

"Oliver, I need to have a grown-up conversation with Y/n. Go with Mom-"

"Mark!" Debbie hissed, not wanting to leave the conversation

But the look of pleading Mark gave her caused her to reconsider

She sighed, and held a hand out to Oliver

Oliver, in turn, looked at you with his big, puppy dog eyes

"Are we in trouble?"

oof. You ruffled his hair "You go with your Mom, now, okay? And listen to her, but remember what I told you."

Oliver nodded slowly, before joining his Mother and being led into the living room.

Mark exploded, throwing his arms in the air like a frustrated kid

"You were a viltrumite this whole time?! You lied to me- you lied to all of us!"

"Not Nolan." you corrected pointedly "And it's not your business, I don't owe you anything!"

"You do when you take advantage of us, of my mom! And when you spread your awful world view to a CHILD." He got closer, pointing his finger into your sternum

"Mark. I am not a child in need of scolding." You hovered above him, raising yourself above him "I know you don't see the point in what me and your father tried to accomplish, and the mission I inherited when he left, but you're not the boss."

He glared at you, still hurt and confused

"and what about me and mom? Are we like pets to you too?" You had just become a vicious enemy, and he could only think of the betrayal he felt

You were his older sibling. You'd taught him how to drive (after Nolan had taught you, it was a very similar process to driving your spacecraft on Viltrum)

You were the one who drove him to his first school dance- you helped him with his homework- you helped him with his powers after Nolan left-

...

Mark, in all his confusion and distress, could taste peanut butter in the roof of his mouth, fondly remembering all the days you and him were left to your own devices while his mom and dad went somewhere fancy for lunch, and you'd make him a pb&j

at first it was because you didn't know how to make anything else- they weren't big on individuals knowing how to cook on your home planet

but it had become a treasured memory.

"Did being my sibling mean nothing?"

His words softened you as your soles hit the carpet, reaching forward to put a hand on his shoulder

"Mark... of course not. I love you, and I love Debbie just as much as I do my own mother." you remembered your mother, a faceless vague woman who you hadn't seen since you were a small child Oliver's age "Probably more than my mother, in fact."

You sighed, pinching your nose "Nolan wanted you to see the way of things, but he's too harsh. He wants to be good at his job, he's one of the best soldiers Viltrum had, and for good reason. But he gets carried away, and fails to see the room for compromise."

You paused, folding your arms "Yes, we're going to take over Earth, and yes, a lot of people will die in resisting their betterment, but- Mark, those people will die anyways. In wars of their own or in enslavement of their own or global warming or any number of things."

"We take things over to ultimately make the world a better place, as opposed to what? Cecil? Who would trade human lives for a greater good any day, or what- The first supervillain to figure out how to take you all down? Would you subject Oliver to a world in which Doc Seismic runs things? As opposed to my people? Our people?"

Your words stung, and Mark had nothing to say to it but to keep staring at you with indignation and hurt

"And Oliver.. Mark- the boy is purple. And on earth that's a problem, Debbie spends so much money and time painting him just so she can take him to the grocery store. He's not socialized, he's not disciplined, he isn't happy. That's why he asks about his Dad so often. On Viltrum, he wouldn't be ostracized, he'd be studied and tested, and befriended by Viltrum children he could grow with and push to become stronger. he'd have a rigorous education and an incredible life, don't you want that for him? For yourself?"

You smiled coyly "The women on Viltrum tend to be quite gorgeous, a rarity. BUT, they only go out with other VIltrumites, so you've got a good shot."

Your attempt to lighten the mood failed, and Mark twitched in his inability to do anything

What was he going to do? punch you through the wall of your room? Throw your body through the corkboard of family photos taken over the years, maybe smash you through the desk littered in your small artistic creations, the little paper puppets you made for him and now made for Oliver? The scrapbook children's books you had made to tell stories of far-off places?

No. No he couldn't do that. He didn't have it in him. He felt just like how his dad had felt, knowing he needed to do something, but he couldn't kill you. He just. Couldn't.

You felt much the same about him, you knew you were stronger than him, but he was your baby brother.

You always knew he was going to have to get real or die, but you never thought it'd be you doing it.

"I... I...."

Mark watched you intensely, waiting for anything to happen.

"I'm gonna go."

Before Mark could say anything, you pushed open your window and flew off, with Mark too stunned to follow you.

Moments later, Debbie and Oliver came back into the room

"where's Y/n?" Oliver asked, picking up a puppet dragon from your desk and fidgeting with it

Debbie looked at Mark, her eyes begging the same question

"They're uh...." He didn't know what to say, because he didn't know "They're going away for a while. Probably."

The house felt so much emptier now.

Too big for a three person family meant to be a five person family.

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📂 CTRLHOPE : The best files found while searching through others PC’s! They have all the love in the world to them!

✰ last updated : 11/29/24 ! ™ ☻

➜ ┊: kim seokjin ᵎ ✰

Golden Boy (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ pornstar!seokjin

✰ synopsis: The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbors with pizza delivery.

╭♡ The Obsidian Pearl (m) (tw dc) » @angelicyoongie

✰ merman au, yandere!seokjin

✰ synopsis: Sailing through The Dead Man’s Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the ship’s stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy ocean – “come to me, pet” – you find that you can’t do anything but obey.

XS (dc) » @pynkgothicka

✰ nope!au, jupe!jin, dark/yandere!jin

✰ synopsis: You and your friend visit a new attraction called Jupiter's Claim, and a grown up child actor begins to fall for you.

➜ ┊: min yoongi ᵎ ✰

The Mark of Yun-Ki (m) » @ladyartemesia

✰ royal au, hybrid!yoongi

✰ synopsis: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

╭♡ Beloved (m) » @bang-tan-bitches

✰ yandere, royal au, so good

✰ synopsis: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win.

Late Bloomer (m) » @tayegi

✰ a/b/o, heat cycles

✰ synopsis: You were, what they called, a late bloomer. You didn't get your period until you were nearly seventeen-years-old and when all of your classmates were talking about boys and smoking weed after school, you were playing neopets in the back of the classroom. When your first heat suddenly hits in the middle of a ski trip, you’re forced to seek out the only other wolf in a 50 mile radius: your brothers best friend, Min Yoongi.

╭♡ Dig Deep (m) » @johobi

✰ alien au, yoongi has tentacles

✰ synopsis: The night before your wedding to a man you couldn’t find any more repugnant, you seek out the mercantile aid of an unscrupulous space pirate. 

Fawn (m) (tw dc) » @silv3rswirls

✰ yandere au, corruption, age-gap, coercion

✰ synopsis: wide eyed, bushy tailed. the perfect little church girl parents can brag about. that is until you’re dragged into the waiting hands of min yoongi.

Lineage (m) (dc) » @kosmosguk

✰ royalty au, duke!yoongi, princess!reader, dark/yandere!yoongi, angst

✰ synopsis: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. It’s terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize there’s a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.

Fury of Their Scales » @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

✰ dragon au, dragon!yoongi, human!reader, slow burn

✰ synopsis: a world of dragons, demons, devils, gods and ghouls- humans were of small number. you’ve lived on the outskirts of your human village in the woods ever since you could remember. living alone in a small cabin with nothing but woodland trees, ponds, lakes and animals was like a small paradise- with the occasional bump in the road. as someone who’s studied and experimented with nature to make all sorts of concoctions- your home was ideal. it didn’t matter that your village didn’t like it or that they rejected your life of medicine. what did matter, however, was the dragon stuck in a trap not too far from your home that you just discovered.

➜ ┊: jung hoseok ᵎ ✰

╭♡ Hot Rod (m) » @kinktae

✰ 1950s au, greaser!hoseok

✰ synopsis: a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the cute new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

Run Little Rabbit (m) » @readyplayerhobi

✰ hybrid au, college au, a/b/o

✰ synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

╭♡ Locks and Barriers (m) » @lemonjoonah

✰ post apocalyptic au, language barrier, hoseok is such a sweetheart

✰ synopsis: One of the most amazing experiences in your life soon descends into chaos. Your trip to Seoul becoming overshadowed by a cataclysmic event leaving you alone in a city that is not your own. Your only hope? To find the man who has sent out one last broadcast to the city in search of any survivors, but you’ll have to overcome more than distance if you wish to become closer to him.

╭♡ Solar Eclipse (m) (dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ yandere/dark au, so so so fucking good man, i could talk about this fic for days, honestly any of their work is incredible

✰ synopsis: This look on his face, although more genuine than anything else you had seen, was capable of sending your entire body into a panicked frenzy. Something in the back of your mind was telling you, no, begging you to run. The instincts that had been fostered in you from generations before were telling you this man was dangerous, and you were better off fleeing than sticking around to see what would happen. 

➜ ┊: kim namjoon ᵎ ✰

Castaways (m) » @rmnamjoons

✰ ship wreck au, slow burn

✰ synopsis: You’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

╭♡ Wired (dc) » @liveyun

✰ yandere/dark au, android au, android!namjoon, scientist!reader, absolutely love this actually, everything

✰ synopsis: You’ve spent years perfecting your first android. But as you power him on for the first time, something feels off. The sense of control you once had begins to slip, and suddenly, you realize—he may be is more than just a machine.

➜ ┊: park jimin ᵎ ✰

╭♡ Otherworldly (m) (dc) » @sinning-on-a-sunday

✰ yandere/dark au, coraline au, classic amazing fic you need to read

✰ synopsis: when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.

Labour of Love (tw dc) » @yandere-society

✰ yandere!jimin, unhealthy relationships, dc

✰ synopsis: A love so sweet tastes just as sour. Jimin is unable to live without you.

Power Play (m) » @dovechim

✰ pornstar!jimin

✰ synopsis: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.  

➜ ┊: kim taehyung ᵎ ✰

Chism (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ fantasy au, god!taehyung, rings

✰ synopsis: The entirety of your life, you have never fit in. A woman soldier. A passive power, wielded in the land of the bold. Despite this, you have followed your father’s advice and striven to blend into the crowd. You feel you have succeeded, until your Queen calls you before her with an arduous task. Guard the darkest cell in the lowest dungeon. Do not listen to what the prisoner has to say and above all else, keep your head. The old gods may be dead, but the humans are living.

Planning Ahead (m) » @dovechim

✰ established relationship

✰ synopsis: technology has reached its peak when taehyung gets notified of your ovulation dates through his phone. baby making sex is so much easier when all he has to do is convince you to let him put in just the tip, and rely on your hormones to do the rest. you call him a sly fox. taehyung thinks it’s just planning ahead. 

Falling, Falling, Gone » @johobi

✰ college au, soccer player!taehyung

✰ synopsis: Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

You Should See Me in a Crown (m) » @sinning-on-a-sunday

✰ royal au, yandere!prince!taehyung, dc

✰ synopsis: you’ve been a servant to the Kim family for years, but when Taehyung becomes king, he starts to show an interest in you, and it doesn’t take long for him to claim you as his. 

╭♡ Isn’t That What Brothers Do? (m) » @aris-ink

✰ step brother au, just the tip, top 5 ffs of all time

✰ synopsis: Taehyung helps you clean up after a party just like brothers should do.

Instinct (m) (tw dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ hybrid au, yandere!taehyung, beautiful take on hybrids

✰ synopsis: He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.

➜ ┊: jeon jungkook ᵎ ✰

Liars and Fire (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ ex husband!jungkook

✰ synopsis: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?

Over the Edge (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ hockey player!jungkook

✰ synopsis: so, you’re dating. everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the First Real Fight? 

Quarter Quell » @laughing-with-god

✰ hunger games au, yandere!jungkook

✰ synopsis: Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts' defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

╭♡ Close (m) (tw dc) » @aft3rhrs

✰ step-brother au, yandere!jungkook, so. so good.

✰ synopsis: You and your step-brother have always been so close.

╭♡ The Crimson Shell (m) (tw dc) » @angelicyoongie

✰ merman au, yandere!jungkook, oviposition

✰ synopsis: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

Espresso (m) » @joonberriess

✰ boxer!jk, popstar!reader, romcom

✰ synopsis: A rowdy boxer and the pretty it-girl he bagged by being him. Jungkook's doing anything to prove he's serious, even if it means making a fool outta himself.

Idealizations Concerning Real Life Relations (m) » @venusiangguk

✰ fwb, s2l, smut, angst, no happy ending, actually made me cry it was so good

✰ synopsis: Jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn't love in return.

➜ ┊: poly ᵎ ✰

Fortuna (m) » @readyplayerhobi

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader

✰ future au, breeding kink

✰ synopsis: 300 years ago, half the world’s population died when the experimental Fortuna virus escaped. The remaining male population has been rendered infertile with one loophole that has meant polyamorous relationships have become the norm.

╭♡ Between Two Sinners (m) (tw dc) » loquaciouslo

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jimin x Reader, eventual Taehyung x Reader

✰ church au, priests son!yoongi, very dark content

✰ synopsis: In which you find yourself praying against your growing desires for the pastor's son - and his best friend - only to find it in the most faithless of places. When devils are sweet and their faces come in sets of two, what are you supposed to do? Will you resist? Or succumb to temptation?

Entangled (m) » @caelesjjk

✰ pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✰ superhero!au, spiderman!jungkook, venom!taehyung

✰ synopsis: is it possible for your heart to belong to two different people with two different secrets that you need to keep?

Sleeping (m) (tw dc) » @aris-ink

✰ pairing: maknae line x reader

✰ somnophilia, sharing is caring <3

✰ synopsis: the maknae line has been using you while you sleep.

╭♡ Animal Farm (m) (tw dc) » @joonberriess

✰ pairing: taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader

✰ post apocalyptic au, dark au, my comfort fic fr <\3

✰ synopsis: the world as you once knew it is in shambles, society is gone and those who remain fight for survival in the remaining days. you end up caught in the fire, targeted by two depraved hunters who believe you’d make a good pet. “is it a farm or is it society?”

Trouvaille (m) » @spookyserenades

✰ pairing: ot7 x reader

✰ hybrid au, supernatural/occult themes, slowwwburn, a classic <3

✰ synopsis: In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.

Scream (dc) » @devotedfem

✰ pairing: maknae line x reader

✰ dark/yandere au, serial killer au

✰ synopsis: It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.

➜ ┊: Other ᵎ ✰

Jeju Shore (m) » @here2bbtstrash @gimmethatagustd @sailoryooons

✰ one-shot pairings: Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✰ jersey shore au, 2009 au, smut, a real good time

✰ synopsis: This season on Jeju Shore, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook fist-pump their way through Labor Day Weekend. 2009 is their fucking year and they are ready to tear up the clubs. Hide your vodka redbulls, your baby oil, and your pink Sony digital camera - the maknaes are in town.

Bouquet (m) (tw dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ ot7 (not poly) one shot series

✰ yandere au, such a fun world to dive into, hoseoks part is beautiful

✰ synopsis: Seven men are dying to give you love, will you accept their affections? Be warned, it’s quite easy for these affections to develop into a deep, dark, twisted affair.

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[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 12 - Fucking Machine/Sex Toys: Akon x Female Reader

Summary: A busted senkaimon gate has seen an influx of curious humans entering Sereitei, and unfortunately, Squad 12 can't close it remotely. Akon decides to inspect the gate and fix it for himself, but finds that the humans have other ideas on what is on the "other side" of the mysterious gate.

TW: MDNI! Use of bakudo as sex toys, actual use of sex toys, oral sex (both m and f receiving). Reader believes in aliens.

Word count: 1915

Read on AO3 here.

“Lieutenant Akon, there are peculiar readings coming from the eastern side of Karakura Town.” Hiyosu reported. Akon, who was busy with the readings from another region, looked at Hiyosu and narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean by, ‘peculiar’?” He asked Hiyosu. Nothing the Twelfth Division did was particularly “normal,” so for it to be flagged as “peculiar” by Hiyosu, must have been something truly strange.

“There have been humans wandering around the senkaimon gate there.” Hiyosu scratched his head, his bulging eyes reading the results properly. “I’m not sure they know what it is though, but I can’t close the gate remotely from the lab.”

Akon sighed and rubbed his temple. If Hiyosu couldn’t close the gate from the lab, there was a bigger problem worth investigating, and the last thing Soul Society needed were curious humans roaming about, again.

“I’ll deal with it then.” Akon said, patting Hiyosu on the back, “if Captain Mayuri needs me, just send me a message.” He grumbled. As he walked out of the Squad 12 barracks, Akon flash stepped towards the malfunctioning gate in Sereitei.

Out of habit, Akon pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling as he inspected the malfunctioning gate. His cigarette hung from his mouth as he reached out and tore parts of the gate apart, yet the gate did not disappear.

“Whoa!” A head appeared through the gate, Akon froze and stared at you, his cigarette falling to the ground. “Aliens do exist!”

“Alien?” Akon sighed, “do I look like an alien?” Akon glared, staring at the head coming through the gate.

“You speak Japanese?!?” You exclaimed, as more of your body came through the gate.

Akon closed his eyes, his headache coming back in full force. He pinched his nose and stomped on his cigarette.

“I didn’t know aliens smoked?” You gasped, seeing the stub and smelling the faint smoke from him. “Did you pick that up from your visit to Earth?” You asked, your eyes roaming over the being in front of you.

The being looked… human, more or less, with black hair, sharp eyes, no eyebrows though, instead three protruding horns from their forehead. They seemed a bit pale, but very human-like.

“I’m not—wait you can see me?” Akon asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

“I’m not supposed to see you?” You gasped, covering your mouth in shock. “There were rumours that the abandoned inn became a UFO hotspot.” You spoke.

Akon, ever the scientist, was curious about the rumours, “care to tell me more about these rumours?” He asked, politely.

“Oh sure! Some friends of mine saw a weird looking alien, kind of round, green skin and kind of waddled around.”

Hiyosu…

“Is that so?” Akon asked, “anything else?”

“No… that’s it.” You mumbled, completely out of the gate now. You took a look around your surroundings and noticed that it was an abandoned home. “Am I in your spaceship? I wanted to see an alien for myself.”

Akon’s lips twitched, trying not to laugh. “Yes, this is my spaceship.”

“No way!” You exclaimed, taking a better look, “but it’s so dusty though? Or are you forcing me to see this.” You glared and pouted at Akon. Much to his dismay, he thought you looked cute.

“I don’t think the human mind can comprehend my race’s superior technology.” Akon said, sarcastically.

You walked around the abandoned home, and quickly sprinted to the door, to which you found locked.

“If you opened that, you’d fall into space and die.” Akon said with a deadpan expression, “we don’t want that, do we?”

You yelped and jumped away from the door, “nope, definitely don’t want that!”

Akon pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, thinking about what to do and how Hiyosu was going to get an earful later. He heard you rambling about something but didn’t pay attention.

“Hey – um, are you listening…?”

“You can call me Akon.” He replied dryly, exhaling the smoke away from you. Akon looked at you again, narrowing his eyes as you suddenly appeared shy for some reason.

“Oh, ok!” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, “Well Akon, I asked if you were going to probe me.”

Probing?

Oh right, living beings think aliens probe humans. Akon thought to himself.

Akon let out another drag from his cigarette and thought about his options.

A distraction might be nice.

“Do you want to be probed?” He asked, taking another puff.

“You’re asking me?!” You exclaimed, your eyes wide at the question.

“If you don’t, then it’s fine. Someone else will come by and we can probe them instead.” Akon said in a matter-of-fact tone. “We still don’t know how far that rumour of yours spread.” Akon chuckled, looking at you.

You swallowed nervously, but looked at him directly, “go ahead.” As you extended your arms out together, as if he would shackle you immediately.

Akon laughed, “put your hands away and relax.” He said, and with a snap of his fingers, you were pushed into some sort of chair, but your legs were spread wide open. “What were you hoping for when you asked me to probe you?” Akon asked, as he stood between your legs.

“I…” you stuttered, unsure of how to answer.

“Something violent? Like taking out your organs.” You yelped and tried to close your legs, but something was keeping them apart, something you couldn’t see.

“Or something that’ll make you feel good?”

Panic crept in your voice, “feel good! Definitely that one, yes!” You shrieked, nodding your head.

Akon laughed, “good. I wasn’t expecting you to say violence.” He gave you a gentle smile, putting you slightly at ease.

“What are you going to do to me then… Akon?”

Akon didn’t answer immediately. He wondered if it was worth explaining any of this, but you seemed curious, and he wasn’t one to deny someone seeking to know more.

“I have some devices that haven’t been tested yet. You’ll be my tester.” Akon gave you a reassuring smile as he pat the top of your head. “But first, you need to be prepped for it.”

“Prepped? I can’t get out of here though.” You whined, you could lift your arms or your legs, invisible shackles holding them down to the chair. It almost felt like… magic?

“Don’t worry about that.” Akon calmly said, “I’ll help you with  that.” And with a snap of his fingers, your clothes were gone, as you sat naked in front of the mysterious being.

Cold air hit your body and you shuddered at the sensation, until you felt something warm and… wet licking your stomach and traveling its way up to your breasts. You couldn’t see what it was, but there was a faint, almost golden glow.

And it felt amazing. You arched your back and moaned loudly as the sensations continued at your breasts, but another one was added to your pussy. Akon stood there, smoking as he watched you writhed in the chair, mentally noting a new use for the modified bakudo spell he cast.

You saw Akon pull something out of his pocket, it looked so small, almost like a beeper, with an assortment of buttons of different colours on it. He pressed one and a poof of smoke appeared.

You gulped at what was in his hand, it was a very thick, large dildo.

“That won’t fit inside me!” You shrieked, then moaned as the bakudo binding swiped your folds again, while a segment slipped inside your dripping hole, slightly filling you.

Akon gave you a smirk, “it’ll fit” watching you gulp, as he positioned the bulbous head near your wet hole. “Your pussy looks greedy for it.”

He gently pushed the toy inside you, letting you adjust to its girth. Akon began to pump it slowly from you, as he watched you groan from the feeling of it. Then he stepped away, the dildo securely inside you. He pushed another button and you let out another loud moan as the toy began to pump itself, whirring away as the bakudo continued to lick at your clit and play with your nipples.

You licked your lips and moaned, never having felt such pleasure before. You didn’t realize the seat unfurled itself until you felt a hand in your hair. Akon stood above you, with a very prominent erection poking through his clothes.

“Another test for you.” Akon chuckled, his cock inches away from your lips. You licked your lips again and let Akon push his shaft inside your mouth, as you moaned around him. Akon set the pace as he held on to your head and fucked your mouth. You were too lost in pleasure to care as the squelches of your pussy and the toy echoed loudly in the room.

Akon’s pace was steady, but gentle. He would gently pet your hair, murmuring how good your mouth was. You pulled your mouth away and screamed as the toy continued pushing itself out of you as you squirted on the chair. Akon watched in amusement and began to fist his erection, before spraying your face with his cum.

“I think that’s enough tests.” He said calmly, as he put himself away. Akon pushed a pill into your mouth, forcing you to swallow, as he casted a kido spell to clean you up. You were trying to catch your breath in the chair and didn’t even notice your clothes were back on your body. You also, surprisingly after what you had gone through, didn’t feel weak.

But before you knew it, you were near the bizarre hole that led you to Akon in the first place.

“Did you enjoy being probed?” Akon laughed, his arms crossed in front of him.

You huffed and were silent, but let out a quiet “yes.”

“Well then, my job is done.” Akon gave you a smile, and another pat on your head. He held some bizarre toy in front of him, with a toy duck head on the top of it. “You’re not going to remember any of this, sorry about that.” Akon apologized, a wry smile on his face as he pushed the duck head down. A bright flash erupted and you found yourself in the abandoned inn.

“What the hell?!” You yell. You pulled out your phone and the time didn’t change from once you entered the inn to now. You remembered seeing a stray dog run into the inn, and wanted to find it and bring it to safety, but there was no dog around!

“How strange” you murmured, leaving the inn. You called a taxi to get home, looking at the inn with confusion.

“Are you alright ma’am? Strange place to pick you up at.” The driver said through the rear view mirror.

“Oh, I’m alright. I thought I saw a dog run in there and wanted to find it. But I didn’t find it at all.”

“Well I heard the inn is an alien hotspot now.”

“Alien hotspot? You believe in aliens?” You scoffed. “I just saw a dog and went after it. I thought it was hurt or something.”

“I see…” the taxi driver said, as he drove you home in silence.

As you entered your home, you felt something strange in your pocket, a mahjong tile? Where did you get this?

But you had enough strangeness for one day, and decided to sleep, making note to visit the local mahjong parlour for questions.

I always hc'd that Akon has created a sex toy or two haha, he seems like the kind of guy to want to have his partner test it out for him!

The title comes from the Dandadan OST "Paranormal Funk" by Kensuke Ushio, and Dandadan was a loose inspiration for this chapter as well!

Thanks for reading! :) Next up will be Uryuu.

[stwinsgstdrop]

Chapter 1.

Polite Stranger Smile

Characters: Ford Pines, Stan Pines, mentioned Bill Cipher

Tw: swearing (from Stan)

Ford didn’t know what he'd expected. He hadn’t spoken with his brother in a long time, hadn’t even seen him aside from his infomercials. Ford didn’t like that his face was plastered in those ridiculous things, but it did bring him comfort to see his brother's smile.

Stan's smile was something only he had, one of the few traits they didn’t share. Ford's smiles had always been a bit tight, a bit nervous, because he was never quite relaxed in his own skin; it's hard to be so when you have such a huge sense of alienation. Stan's smiles were bright enough to light up a room. It could be a wide toothy grin, with a playful tint to it, or a small subtle smirk of someone you know is proud of you. Ford had loved Stan's smiles, and used to have a mental list of their differences and meanings.

The one Stan was using right now was the Polite Stranger Smile #2, mostly used during festivities when they met relatives they were supposed to know but didn’t quite recall who they were. It was a funny smile all things considered, specially because it was usually followed by his favorite, the I Don't Know What I'm Saying, which Stan always directed at Ford as they greeted the unremembered relatives. But right now Stan wasn’t looking at someone else with the Polite Stranger Smile. It was at Ford.

Ford, who had a crossbow pointed at his twin and could not afford to get lost in memories, even though those thoughts pulled at his heart in a way that made it hard to breathe. He had to focus, focus.

"Were you followed?" He inquired, looking over his brother's shoulder but never leaving the crossbow unaimed. Stan narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, his smile straining. It was now more akin to a grimace.

"Hi, nice ta see you're alive too." Stan chuchkled, but Ford sensed no humour from it. "No. And I know 'cause that's totally a concern normal people who aren't doing anything wrong have." He said, and Ford couldn’t tell if Stan was being sarcastic or not. He couldn't do it without much concentration in good days, so trying now would be futile at best. He decided not to press the matter further, and tried to pull Stan in to check his eyes.

Only, Stan stayed firmly planted in his place, looking at him with that same grimmace, slightly furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. He was suspicious. Scared? It was hard to read him, now. Ford would not think about the implications of it, he didn’t have time nor energy to afford getting emotional over a face. Even though it's an important face.

"I'm sorry bro, I'm sure you don't have any terrible or, uh, vengeful intentions, but I'm not getting in while you have that crossbow pointed at me." He said breathily, like he was trying to say something serious with a humorous delivery. Ford frowned and slowly put down the crossbow. "Now we talkin'."

Stan followed Ford's pull, and Ford checked his eyes. Stan stared at him, not even pretending he wasn’t weirded out by the situation at this point. He rolled his eyes.

"Good to see you don't think I'm a junkie." He said with what Ford knew to be sarcasm, so he had to stop for a second. Upon further thought, yeah, he could see why Stan would think he'd thought that.

"No, no, I just had to... You could've been..." Ford looked away, trailling off. "It's complicated."

Stan seemed fine. He could handle this task, right? But what if he couldn’t understand? What if it was too much? But if he didn't explain, what if Bill got to him? He had to explain everything. Yes, yes. He could do this. Stan could do this.

"Uh, you gonna explain what's going on, here? You're acting like Mom after her tenth cup of coffee." Stan said, interrupting Ford's musings. Ford looked at him and took a deep breath.

"Listen, there isn't much time. I've made huge mistakes and I don't know who I can trust anymore." From the corner of his eye he saw his research skeleton (for anatomycal comparisons with gnomes) flash a bright yellow eye at him, and quickly turned it away. They weren't safe. What if Stan didn’t understand? What if they really were just strangers sharing a face after all these years? Ford started pacing, muttering to himself.

"Hey, uh, easy there." Stan had both his hands extended like he was trying to calm down a wild animal. Which, fair enough, Ford could concede he might look a little... rough. "Let's talk this through, okay?"

"I have something to show you. Something you won't believe." Ford said, rubbing his hands. Everything felt scratchy, like his consciousness was just barely there. Stan smiled, and this time it was his reassuring one. Ford liked this one. Their childhood was filled with this smile, reflecting how their own mom smiled at them.

"Look, I've been around the world, okay? Whatever it is, I'll understand." Stan said. Ford hoped he was right, but knew he couldn’t be.

Ford led his brother towards his secret lab, and only as they stood in the elevator, did he stop to notice Stanley himself. Ford was hungy and exhausted and on the lookout for a demon who threatened to gouge his eyes from its sockets. He couldn't afford to pay attention to these details at every waking moment, but it didn’t mean he didn’t care. He just had a lot in his mind.

Stan had a tidy jacked that looked well worn, but cared for. His hair was wrapped in a ponytail, and he had a bit of beard on his chin. He looked nice. Didn’t have huge bags under his eyes like Ford, and didn’t look too thin. He wasn’t as big as when they were teenagers, but strongly built. Ford was glad. He'd always had a tiny voice at the back of his head worrying if Stanley would be able to make it alone in the big world, specially when they were teens. But by the looks of it he'd been fine.

It almost made him mad. Stanley was here, a fully functional adult with his 5 normal fingers and no demons to haunt him, after costing Ford everything. No, no, not now. He couldn't let himself go that way. He had to finish this. He turned on the lights as they walked into the lab, revealing his beloathed portal.

The room was cold, as to keep the machinery cool and avoid overheating but also because Ford constantly forgot to turn up the thermostate when they were turned off. The portal itself was of a large triangular shape with an opening at its center, where his muse were to come out of, before Ford's realization of the demon's true intentions.

Stan gaped. Ford expected something like 'there is nothing about this that I understand', maybe a joke about it being a doomsday portal, or just a questioning look. He hadn’t expected Stan to look at him like he fully understood what he'd done, the magnitude of the situation, how much danger they and the whole wolrd could be in, like he got it.

How could Stanley get it? Ford must've been imagining it, projecting wishful thinking onto his twin. He needed to explain the situation, how it came to this- and it had nothing to do with the look of abject horror his brother was pointing at him. He needed Stan to know he hadn’t meant for such danger.

"It's a trans-universal gateway, a punched hole through a weak spot in our dimension. I created it to unlock the mysteries of the universe. But it could just as easily be harnessed for terrible destruction. That's why I shut it down and-"

"Ford," Stan said in a raspy, breathy voice lacking any of his usual humour. "What the fuck did you do?"

Ford looked into Stan's eyes and realized the look of horror was filled with an actual understanding. That couldn’t be right. How could Stanley of all people know what was going on, even begin to comprehend the scale of what he was dealing with? His brother had to be thinking of some sci-fi movie. It was impossible.

"I- I shut it down and hid my journals, which explain how to operate it." He kept going. Stanley had to understand it. Once he did everything would be okay.

Stanley stared at him.

"There's only one journal left. And you are the only person I can trust to take it." He handed Stan the journal.

Stan looked at it, and then back at Ford's face. Before he could ask, Ford kept going. They didn't have enough time for questions and pleasantries or whatever else Stan might want. Bill was always watching, always waiting for an oportunity to possess him again, and he didn’t know what the entity would do when he found out about this.

"I have something to ask of you: remember our plans to sail around the world on a boat?" Stan frowned. "Take this book, get on a boat, and sail as far away as ya can! To the edge of the Earth! Bury it where no one can find it!"

Stan stared at Ford like he'd personally insulted him. Stan breathed deep, and exhaled slowly. When he opened his eyes again, it was as if he were a different person.

"I'm not asking again, Ford." He said in a serious tone Ford had never heard from him before. "What the fuck did you do?

Chp. 1; Next.>

[hxney-lemcn]

Could I request a malleus fic for the 2k follower event with 🌹💍😍😴🫥?

Sorry for the late night request..

a/n: I couldn't for the life of me think of anything for the "come back to bed" prompt so I hope you don't mind I didn't include it. Also, back from a day break, just needed a bit of a breather from writing.

tw: none.

wc: 0.3k

2k follower event | master list

It was a cloudy, gloomy day as both you and Malleus walked through his palace gardens. It was a beautiful day in Briar Valley. There were many kinds of flowers, belladonnas, iris’, hyacinths, pansy’s, petunias, violas, and that’s just naming a few. They were breathtaking, and all of them were deep shades of purples, blacks and blues. It was your favorite spot, the tranquill weather mixed with the lovely view, the background sounds of birds chirping and bees flying from flower to flower. A perfect place to read or have some tea. A spot that Malleus found himself frequenting more and more with you by his side. 

Your engagement was arranged, but you both found yourselves enjoying the other's presence. You both got along well, finding solace in the other in the lonely world of nobles and royalty. Bonding over how alienating it felt to be so high ranked in society (albeit Malleus was much higher than yours). Not to mention how caring he was towards you. Politeness turning into affection, respect melting into adoration. 

“I swear the flowers are more breathtaking every time I visit,” You mutter, eyes tracing every petal. 

“And yet they will never compare to you,” Malleus hummed, green eyes watching you fondly. As isolated as he was, he seemed to be a natural charmer.

“If you keep this up I might just fall for you,” You replied with a smirk. As much as his words made your heart flutter, you found yourself amused with how cheesy he sounded.

“I hope so,” He chuckled in response. “I would wish that my future spouse is as happy with the arrangement as I am.”

“You’re so sappy,” You chuckled back. But it seems his sappiness seeped into you as you plucked a deep blue hyacinth and tucked it into his square pocket on his suit. 

“I see,” He teased, eyes shining with amusement. “A strange way to propose, but the answer is yes.” You let out an amused huff, gently swatting at his arm (a terrible crime if Sebek were to see), “I can’t stand you.”

(Blue hyacinths represent sincerity (according to google)).