#vos x reader

[lost-light-incorrect-quotes]

Red Flags meme but it's you and your favourite lunatic (affectionately) cybertronian s/o

[gribblehusband]

displeasures of the flesh chapter 14 & 15 be like

[decepticononline]

I’d love if you could do Vos x Fem reader NSFW head canons 🥰 (Maybe Fem reader could be the more dominant one?)

MTMTE! Vos X Femme Reader NSFW Headcanons

This relationship dynamic is certainly...interesting to say the least.

One minute the mech is threatening, screaming out insults and taunts in an ancient dialect then the next moment his helm is between your leg-struts and he's eating from your valve like he's starving.

The Vos you knew privately was much different than the Vos the other DJD members knew. This spitfire and hostile mech became completely submissive in berth.

Sure there were moments where his mech hormones would kick in and he'd take the reigns and pin you down but most of the time Vos was more than enthusiastic about letting you call the shots.

Wanted him laying down on the berth with his visor off and his faceplate looking like the perfect seat for your valve? He'd do it.

Needed the mech to roughly stroke off his spike until he overloaded just because you said to do it? He always would.

If you didn't give the mech any orders he would sit there looking like a lost turbo fox pup in need of assistance.

Outside of the berth Vos was just as terrifying as the other DJD members, that was the only time you conventionally took him seriously as he had a reputation to upkeep.

From the way his optics would dart over your frame in front of the others you just knew he'd rather be somewhere with his glossa deep in your valve doing exactly what you tell him to do rather than listening to one of Tarn's speeches.

If you let him Vos could sit there and spend several hours just doing glossa tricks on your anterior node. The mech had a thing for oral fixation.

During the day cycle he'd whisper things to you in a far more advanced version of his dialect that only you could understand.

The mech would tell you about how he loved how much control you had over his spike and exactly what he did with it.

You were always aware that before you and Vos were together that he'd share his femmes along with the rest of the DJD whether they were brothel workers, romantic partners, or unlucky and unwilling traitors/autobots.

So the day he shared you with the other DJD members (with your consent of course) made you realize just how special Vos was. For the first time in forever during interface, you felt alone, like a wounded prey in front of five enhanced predators, and that no one was going to help you. That while on the Peaceful Tyranny floating adrift throughout the galaxies no one would ever hear you scream.

[sollis-occasum]

a night like this - anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: you kept saying that everything was over between the two of you but anakin kept coming back to you every time.

warnings: angst, no use of y/n, insecurity, jealousy, miscommunication, mention of blood and injury, quinlan vos beheads a bounty hunter (just one sentence and it's not in detail either), mention of a vomiting twi-lek, reader is working in a pub, no proofread

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i haven't decided yet but i may write a few more parts to this story. i hope you like it guys. please don't mind the english mistakes, i'm not a native speaker.

Being injured was not unusual for Anakin Skywalker, but he could never remember feeling so vulnerable before.

As he moved, his battle-weary body convulsed with a kind of pain he had never felt before, reopening wounds that had begun to close, filling his nostrils with the metallic scent of blood. If your delicate sighs had not mixed with his moans from his blood-soaked lips, the pain he was in would have caused him to lose all sense of time and space. But how could he have allowed this to happen as you gently ran your hands over his face, wiping away the sweat from his forehead? This was perhaps the last time you would welcome him into this house where you had created so many precious memories together, and Anakin wanted to engrave everything from that night deep in his mind. Every sound, every image, every detail...

You had tried to tell him hundreds, maybe thousands of times before that everything between you was over, that you belonged in two different worlds. Anakin Skywalker was a young Jedi fighting to ensure that the light side of the Force prevailed over the darkness in the galaxy. You were just an ordinary barmaid working in a seedy pub in a backstreet of Coruscant. Unlike Anakin, your life was not full of fearless warriors and nobles with endless wealth, but of hardened criminals, addicts, and bounty hunters. How could you trust him and open your heart to him when he had been trained to fight the people you considered your family for almost his entire life?

And your experiences were very different, too. Anakin had traveled to planets you had never even heard of before, and met people you could never even see on the HoloNet. Some nights when you couldn't sleep, you would ask him to talk, to tell you things, thinking that hearing his soft voice would help you drift off. He would tell you stories from his missions. Sometimes these stories took place on a mountain on Alderaan, sometimes in an underwater city on Naboo. Usually, the people who accompanied Anakin on these planets were just as interesting as the mission itself. Master Jedi, senators, stormtroopers, sometimes even Chancellor Palpatine himself...

These stories that you listened to with great excitement at first, started to create a thin ache in your heart that even you didn't want to accept. You knew that Anakin had no bad intentions, that he just wanted to share something with you, but no matter what you did you couldn't resist the jealousy that was trying to take over your soul. Knowing that there is another life somewhere outside of this swamp you were trapped in and that you could only hear about it from others was driving you crazy inside.

Sometimes Anakin would ask you questions about your life, but you would either ignore them or leave them unanswered. You had no intention of appearing mysterious or keeping secrets. You just didn't have stories that would interest someone like him who had seen the entire galaxy. What were you going to tell him? Do you know, Anakin, today a Jedi named Quinlan Vos came to our pub and cut off the head of a bounty hunter with his lightsaber. The man's head fell into the lap of one of the stripper Twi-leks and she started throwing up. I had to clean up the vomit along with the blood on the walls. What a beautiful day, isn't it?

No, no... You would rather remain silent for the rest of your life than endure Anakin's pitying gaze as he listened to these. At least that way you wouldn't have lost your self-respect.

You took a deep breath to clear your mind and turned your gaze to Anakin lying on your bed. He looked so innocent and defenseless with his wounded state that your heart ached for him. You wanted to protect him from all the evil in the universe by hiding him in your house, which was a temple of memories for you, but how could you do that when you didn't even have the strength to protect yourself? The only good thing you could do for him was to get out of his life before you could hurt him any further. You tucked a lock of hair that had fallen onto his forehead behind his ear and muttered in a voice you could barely hear, "You shouldn't have come here, Anakin." You tried to make your voice sound firm and determined, but you couldn't stop it from shaking.

The young Jedi tried to sit up in bed, but couldn’t. He winced in pain and slowly lowered himself onto the headboard. He pressed his mechanical hand to the wound on his abdomen, as if the coldness of the metal would ease the pain. You placed your hand over his and began to gently stroke the metal surface with your thumb. Even though he couldn’t feel your touch, the gesture always soothed him. When you realized that having a cybernetic hand embarrassed him, you started doing it to show him that you loved everything about him, and over time it had become a habit. To Anakin, this robotic hand might have been a symbol of his weakness but to you, it was just a part of the man you loved.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a burden to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ani, you’re not a burden to me. You couldn’t be even if you wanted to.” You slowly removed his hand from his wound, as if you were afraid of hurting him, and kissed it. “What I was trying to say was that the Jedi at the temple could take better care of you. You know, with spells and all that.”

"Jedi don't do magic, they use the Force." He smiled for the first time since he had come to you. You shrugged, smiling. "They're all the same to me. I'm not sensitive to any of them anyway."

Your smiles and chuckles were not enough to break the serious air in the room. You had to stop for a few seconds and gather your courage to continue speaking. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed in the meantime, and your lips were drawn into a thin line. A sadder expression than Anakin had ever seen appeared in his eyes, reflected by the moonlight. The wrinkles on your forehead made you look like you had aged a few years in a few seconds.

"But we can't keep doing this, Anakin. You know that too. You can't come to me every time. We've talked about this many times before."

Anakin tried to get closer to you, but the burns and wounds were hurting him so much that he couldn't. He leaned back once more, taking deep, raspy breaths, and unconsciously began to squeeze the old sheet. Despite the pained expression on his face, he neither blinked nor took his gaze away from yours. You knew that by looking directly into you eyes, he was trying to see something deep inside your soul. Maybe a trace of the affection you had only ever felt for him, or maybe a glimmer of hope that you would never give up on him... But he could see nothing but determination on your face, blurred by his misty eyes.

“Don’t do this to us,” he said in a pleading voice. The tears he had been trying to hold back had finally started to flow down his cheeks. With a quick movement, he pulled his mechanical hand from yours and wiped his face, hoping that you hadn’t seen them. He hated the power you had over him.

“Don’t give up on us like this.”

When you saw Anakin’s wet eyelashes, you felt an overwhelming desire in your heart to pull him close to you, to lay him on your chest, to caress the soft hair he had grown for your sake while he cried and tell him that everything would be okay, but you couldn’t do it. You knew that the moment you showed weakness, your ex-lover would draw strength from your hesitation and try to fight against your inevitable end. You did the only thing you could do and shook your head, hiding behind your cold expression. "I have no choice, Ani."

"I love you, does that mean nothing to you?" The sadness in his eyes was giving way to anger, but his voice was so weak that he could not convey his rebellion to you.

"Of course that means something." you said in a calm tone, almost mocking his anger. "I love you too, but I will not allow you to waste your life on a relationship that has no future. If you are so determined to go against the Jedi Code, you should at least do it for someone worthy. Senator Amidala, for example. She is a beautiful and noble woman, and it is clear that she has feelings for you. She can use her power and position to help you. I will only be a hindrance."

"Nonsense," Anakin snapped. "Padme is nothing more than a trusted friend to me. You are the only person I need to continue. I can fight the whole galaxy as long as you're by my side."

You sighed slightly and got out of bed. “We won’t have this conversation again, Anakin. My decision is final and there is nothing you can do to make me change my mind.”

You knew you were doing the right thing for both of you, but why did it hurt so much? Why did the right choice always require such sacrifices?

You bid Anakin a last farewell with an innocent kiss on the lips and started walking towards the old wooden door of the room. You could feel the salty taste of your lovers tears on your lips.

“Stay the night here and get some good rest. But I don’t want to see you here when I get home from work tomorrow.”

Those were the last words you said to Anakin before you left the room and his life forever. “This can’t be the end of us,” he muttered as he looked at your shrinking figure. He started to tangle his fingers in his hair that you had been gently stroking a few minutes ago and started to squeeze it. He shook his head violently from side to side as if denying the cruel words echoing in his mind.

"I swear I will find a way to fix everything and bring you back to me."

[generalsolae]

This is just a little something my mind created after rewatching attack of the clones. Its the first meeting between one of my oc and Captain Rex, hope you enjoy!

Aftermath

Warnings: only injures, this is the start of a friendship

Word count: 336 (this is really short)

The fire finally ceased, the explosion stopped. Everything that was left to hear were the AT-TEs stopping and the injured gasping for the pain. Quinlan Vos had just finished patching up her padawan, who got herself a big scar on the nose thanks to a blaster shot who almost hit her in the face. The girl wasn't focused on getting herself patched up; all she wanted to do was run to the injured and help them, and her master knew that well; he knew about her constant need to help others. After placing a bacta patch on her nose, he nodded and smiled at her. "You can go, girl." The girl immediately jumped off of the gunship. Her eyes traveling the deserted surrounding of Geonosis until they fell on an injured man a few meters from her. She immediately ran to him. He was sitting against a rock and was holding his right and injured arm with his hand. She kneeled in front of him and took off his helme discovering his deep brown eyes, which made a great contrast with his blond hair. “What's your name?” She asked him as she took off the armor on his right arm. “I'm CT-7567, ma'am.” He answered, leaving the girl confused before she let out a small giggle, “Those are numbers, not a name.” The clone looked at her, surprised. “I'm a clone, ma'am. We only have identification numbers.” “A clone? This is a clone army?” The girl was a bit stunned; she heard some Jedi talking about a new army, but she didn't think it would've been an army of clones. The clone nodded, confirming the conclusion of the girl, and she smiled at him, “Numbers are for droids. You're a man, clone or not. You better choose a name for yourself, trooper.” The clone nodded with a small smile “And what's your name, ma'am?” “I'm Kayra, and don’t call me ma’am, I’m just seventeen.” She finally said, placing a bandage on the clone arm.

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Yandere Tarn from MTMTE pls?

MTMTE Yandere Tarn X Reader

Tarn detested humans- so for you to get his attention you’d have to have something helpful or interesting about you.

The DJD was visiting a bar after a day of refilling their supplies. They weren’t going to go, but Nickel said that they should cut loose once in a while. There, a human tackled Nickels’ bottom half with a hug. 

Tarn was instantly protective, but a surprising hello from Nickel to you had him backing off. You looked up with wide eyes to see Tarn.

“HOLY- Wow! Tarn, it’s an honor to meet you!” You grinned up at him. “I’m a huuuuge fan of your work!” All of the DJD was stumped by your excited behavior. 

Nickel face palmed and pushed you off. “DJD, (Y/N). (Y/N), DJD.” She looked up to Tarn. “We met on the colony forever ago. They were one of the only humans there- who for some reason was attached to me.” 

They looked confused and Vos spoke up in his language. You answered, surprising everyone yet again. “Yeah, there was a weird explosion thingy and now I’m kinda old. I think I’m like… a few hundred years now? I don’t know. I heal quickly now so it’s hard for things to kill me.” 

Vos asked you how you knew the language. “Uh, I dunno. I just learned it over time. I can’t speak it though, our voice boxes are different from each other's”

The DJD spent a longer amount of time there than they had expected so that you and Nickel could catch up. While Nickel pretended to be annoyed by you, she was actually really happy to see you. You were the only organic she ever tolerated. 

The rest of the DJD got along with you pretty well too, despite them being off put by your fleshiness. Tarn had a hard time however, as he hated organics a lot more than most of the others. 

When Nickel asked if you could travel with them, Tarn said no. After a glare from Nickel and a few convincing words from the others, you packed up what little belongings you had and made yourself at home on the Peaceful Tyranny. 

Tarn had avoided you for a hot minute, but everyone else learned that you were an amazing person. You helped Nickel patch them up after fights, and even upgraded some of their weapons. Vos loved your input on his experiments, even if he’d never admit it. You often put together what he failed to. 

Eventually, you and Tarn were in a room alone. He noticed you were reading ‘Towards Peace’. 

“Is this your first time reading that?” He asked you. 

You didn’t even look up from your book as you mumbled at him. “No, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve read it.”

Tarn grew a little respect for you then. “What do you think of it?” He sat up in his chair.

You finally looked up at him with a small frown on your face. He didn’t expect anything good from your expression. “I love it. Its words are weaved so intricately, and these are words everyone should live by. Megatron, though? He should die for betraying the Decepticon cause. He’s a traitor and should be treated as such.” 

Tarn’s eyes widened from behind his mask. While the DJD read the book, you seemed much more dedicated to it. From that moment on, you and Tarn would often have political discussions. You both would argue about small, odd wordings in the text. You were actually the only one who was ever allowed to disagree with him on wordings, because no matter what you still had the same general ideals. 

Tarn had realized that despite being organic, you were honorable. He looked up files on you in the Decepticons’ database only to find that you were a simple clerk for the Decepticon cause. You were an honorary Decepticon- though not technically one at all. Tarn began getting closer to you, often being seen carrying you on his shoulder.

One day, the Peaceful Tyranny docked on a Decepticon-Friendly planet. You were in awe the entire time at the pure beauty of it. The sun was similar to Earth’s, though the sky was a pale purple. The moss that coated the ground was a pale blue, and the animals were adorable. 

You bumped Nickel a little bit. “I think this is where I get off, Nicks.” 

She smiled sadly at you. “I figured. You always were one for simple beauty. I’ll help you pack up to go.”

You packed your bags quickly, only having three to begin with. When you entered the main room you saw the rest of the DJD. You grinned up at them. “Well, thank you guys so much for your hospitality. I’ll hopefully see you guys again.” 

Everyone seemed a little sad to see you go. Right as you began your departure from the ship you were scooped up into a servo. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tarn’s crimson optics looked down at you. “You have become part of this ship, and it would be so unfortunate if you were to leave so soon. 

“I’m sorry, Tarn. I never like to stay in one place for too long.” You frowned.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you had a choice.” This caused the room to feel cold. You looked up at tarn with a nervous grin. 

“Th-that’s not funny, Tarn. Put me down please.” 

Nickel glared at the tall bot. “Tarn, put them down.”

Tarn glared back at Nickel and to you. “No. You will remain aboard this ship- it’s dangerous for Decepticons off board these days.”

Kaon tried to speak up for you, but a simple glare was enough to silence him. 

You tried to jump down but he tightened his grip on you. Everyone felt tense and some even left the room. You looked down at Nickel who only looked away. She could only do so much to help you. 

Tarn tilted your chin up to look at him. “It’s alright. I’ll treat you the same as any loyal Decepticon.”

“Then why don’t you let me go?” You felt tears building up in your eyes as the large bot petted your head gently.

Tarn hummed at you while beginning the trek to his berthroom. “While you are a loyal Decepticon, you are still an organic who doesn’t know what’s best for them. Don’t worry- you’ll be taken care of. Unless, of course, you’re a traitor?” His eyes left you paralyzed. All you could do was stutter a quiet ‘no’ out. “Good. You do know what we do to traitors, after all.”

[muffinsin]

i literally love all of your works not even joking rn. could you do a gp!cassandra x pregnant wife!reader cockwarming? like the two are in bed and reader is around 6 to 7 months pregnant and warms cassandra’s cock while cassandra reads to her. reader is much smaller than cassandra, and often craves pickles with peanut butter (weird i know😭).

That’s lovely to hear! I’m happy you feel that way :)

Absolutely!👀 Some Cassandra lovin, though this got pretty fluffy! :) Dw, I don’t consider it weird at all XP🥜

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Cassandra sighs contentedly, her arm wrapped around you and her head rested on the top of yours. You feel her within you, the familiar warmth comforting both of you.

It’s been ages since she’s been inside of you, too fearful for the baby. Yet, Cassandra can’t find herself to worry or complain now, her eyes closed and brows furrowed upon feeling you around her again, warm and soft, significantly better than any toy or hand offered to her.

She pulls you closer for a moment, inhaling your scent all too eagerly. “You smell so well”, she praises with a small hum. You snicker at her, your hands coming up to the back of her head to pull her down far enough for a small kiss to be pressed against her surprisingly clean lips.

“Now come on, you promised, Cass”, you coo teasingly, your hand already offering the storybook to her. She sighs, but takes it without major complaints.

Again, she pulls you a little closer, until you’re comfortably on her lap and have your legs covered by the heavy blankets.

Her arm loosens around you in favour of cupping your stomach.

You allow her the small distraction, and smile as she rubs it gently, as though feeling the baby developing inside.

At last, she opens the storybook. Village of Shadows, of course.

She smiles a little bit- it’s sweet in a way, how the book was read to her by her Mother and older sister as a child and such, and now she gets to read it to you and your shared child.

She knows, she will read it over and over again once her little devil is born.

Cassandra allows you to get comfortable on her, before she starts.

“Long ago, a young girl went with her father to-“, she sighs, then picks up again. “Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work.”, she reads.

Her voice is low and unpracticed as it comes to reading out loud, and so she stutters or stumbles over some words occasionally.

Still, she reads smoothly and even, unbeknownst to her, adapts the way her family has read to her whenever her tone dips and raises at certain words.

“But the forest greeted them with a dark, cold silence, the bushes empty”, she reads on.

She feels you clench around her, and for a moment her breath hitches before she continues.

“Yet, determined to find the berries, the rascal broke free from Mother’s grasp. - and vanished into the trees.”, she reads, her patience wearing thin.

“Mother’s worried cries faded fast as the girl ran on; over vine, and under branch and into the forest deep”

Cassandra nearly closes the storybook as she finishes the first little page already, frustrated she doesn’t read as smoothly easily as Daniela or Bela.

She never reads aloud, or barely ever does, unlike her sisters, and it shows. Aside from this, her mind is too impatient, so that she often stumbles over words by reading the one after and skipping it by accident.

At other times, she rather assumes what comes next instead of reading. You reassure her, she must only take her time with it.

Her eyes close contentedly when you hold her hand and bring it to your lips. You reassure her, you enjoy her reading. The way her voice stays steady even if she stumbles over words, her tone differs as she reads, the way she has heard it from her mother and sisters. She is a skilled reader, if only a little out of practice.

Cassandra sighs, but keeps going.

“Feeling strange eyes upon her, the girl recalled Mother’s ber-…scary bedtime story…bedtime tales and her throat became bone dry”, she sighs as she reads, but keeps going as she feels you squeeze her hand.

Cassandra resists she urge to throw the book across the room.

“Then the Bat Lord appeared! He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing”, she reads, smoothly this time. You feel how uneven her breathing is, how fast her heart beats. She hasn’t yet got her breathing figured out as she reads.

““Come, child. Quench your thirst,” he said. So she drank the thick, dark blood and smiled with joy”

Cassandra feels you warm around her, and it calms her. Another kiss is pressed to her hand. She smiles gently. It seems, she’s getting closer to getting back into reading aloud.

She feels you shift around, her eyes on you as you attempt to reach for the jar of pickles and peanut butter on the nightstand. For a moment Cassandra watches you with a teasing, playful smirk, your hands simply too short to get there, your fingers not long enough to even brush against it.

She snickers as she leans and grasps both in her hand, then allows you to take it.

With a fond shake of her head, she heads on.

“Passing through a graveyard, menacing storm clouds loomed over the air- and the air turned bitingly cold”

Cassandra’s nose scrunches up as the jar is opened, her cock twitching within you and her skin breaking out into shivers. Upon being offered one, she merely pulls a grimace and leans back against the headboard to keep reading to you.

“The girl was shivering in her thin clothes. Then a Dark Weaver appeared, and with a click of his fingers, crafted mist into a beautiful dress”, she coos. You adore her efforts and smooth, low voice.

“You’re a Psychopath, you know that?”, she asks, watching as you dip the tip of the pickle into the peanut butter jar.

“You want one?”, you ask, a teasing grin on your lips as you move it towards her face. Cassandra nearly swarms, if it wasn’t for her cock warmed inside of you.

She shrieks, though, pulling away as though she was a cat near a puddle of water. “No! Get that away from me!”, she gasps, a grimace on her face yet again.

You giggle as you take a bite yourself and allow her to keep reading.

““Come, child, warm yourself,” he coaxed. So she clothed herself and smiled with joy.”, Cassandra keeps on reading.

“Across waters deep and ominous she went, hoping a boat she found would carry her home. But hunger’s grip tightened and her heart grew heavy. Then the Fish King appeared and offered one of his many fins”, she read, her voice smooth and beautiful, steady and sure of herself.

You smile as you lean back against her front, snacking and occasionally clenching around her. She’s as close as she can be in this moment, it seems.

““Come, child. Eat your fill.” So the girl ate and smiled with joy once more.”.

Cassandra smiles down at you for a moment, fondly taking in your form even as the smell of pickles and peanut butter makes her sensitive nose scrunch up in disgust.

“Continuing on, she soon entered the forest’s dark heart. Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear”

Just as she is about to continue again, she is cut off by a gasp. You shriek in surprise as both her hands shoot to your stomach, the book neglected against Cassandra’s thigh.

“There was a kick!”, she exclaims excitedly. “How many are they now? 26?”, she adds excitedly.

You hum, her love and care flustering you. She’s eagerly been keeping count of how many kicks you’ve expected so far.

Cassandra sighs contentedly, as though waiting for another kick. “Come on baby, you can do it”, she whispers eagerly. “Who mama who’s her little boss!”, she challenges eagerly.

You chuckle when you feel another kick, and Cassandra grins widely and smugly. “Good, baby!”, she praises, though you’re unsure whether she means the literal baby in your stomach, or yourself.

With a wide smile, Cassandra picks up the book again, carefully avoiding knocking over the jars on your thighs.

“The creature said nothing as the girl approached…and snatched what she thought was another gift.”

“The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters. Terror filled the girl’s heart as a wild wind rose about the beasts.”, she reads aloud, her voice adorable and sounding as though she was truly surprised and shocked as she read.

“Suddenly, a witch appeared – dark, yet regal. “Gifts we gave, but more you took,” she snarled.”. You giggle as Cassandra makes an attempt to sound older and nastier than she is.

““So more, in turn, is due.” In a blink, the girl was trapped inside a mirror. Her parents, though, had searched all day and, at last, arrived.”, she reads, her fingers gently sliding across your stomach.

“With rampant rage, Father fought the Witch while Mother’s loving touch shattered the dark enchantment. But the Witch was strong and Father yelled, “Save our daughter!””

You raise an eyebrow as the crunch of yet another pickle makes her giggle behind you.

“You’re going to kill me one day”, she snickers. You lean up kiss her chin, golden eyes shining down at you. “I should hope not. Now keep reading”, you coo. You’re so comfortable.

“So demanding…”, Cassandra snickers, her hand reaching out to set your snacks aside when she notices you’ve had enough and want to get comfortable.

“So Mother bore their child to safety as the forest was consumed”, she reads, voice steady and calm. She raises the blankets to your chest when you lean fully against her front.

“Even now, the burnt forest is a grim reminder of Father’s sacrifice.”, she feels you cuddle up against her, her free arm and hand previously resting on your stomach now used as a stuffed animal.

“To this day, any child who stares too long into the charred wasteland will be haunted by nightmares of getting lost while picking berries”, she finishes gently, with a loving kiss pressed to the tip of your head

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 29 - Virginity

Summary: Your hunting partners offer to help you after hearing about your inexperience. 

Pairing: Quinlan Vos/reader/Asajj Ventress

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, threesome M/F/F, lesbian sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, virginity, inappropriate use of the Force, first time sex, oral sex, fingering.

A/N: I was going to do something different today but after everything I’ve written this month it seemed like too big of an undertaking. So enjoy this dream team threesome instead.

MASTERLIST

(Image found on Google)

You wouldn’t be surprised if there was steam roiling off your skin from how hot you feel. Between your lack of pants and the confession that had just come from your lips, you may combust at any moment.

You can’t look them in the eye. You can’t look at them at all. 

You can’t bear to see the horrified looks, the disappointment. You’re tense, waiting for the laughter, the jokes, the teasing. 

“You’ve...what?”

The disbelief hits almost the hardest. 

“Don’t be rude.” The smooth, sultry voice of your other partner is almost gentle in tone. You can almost see the way her eyes flash in warning despite your gaze being locked to the metal floor to your right. 

“I’m not being rude, I’m just...shocked. How can an absolute babe never have...not even...have you at least been kissed before?” 

“As a joke.” You murmur the words but they seem to echo through the quiet hull. “A boy in my class was dared by his friends to kiss me.” 

It falls silent between the three of you once more. You keep your gaze averted, shame and embarrassment burning under your skin still. You pull your knees to your chest, wary of the blaster wound on your thigh. 

That was what got you into this predicament in the first place. 

The hunt had gone well, despite the fact you got shot. The removal of your pants to clean the wound had been the catalyst to the events, your face already burning by the time they had been tugged down to your ankles. Quinlan’s calloused fingers on your bare thigh had practically done you in, and then the invitation to drink to a successful hunt as was tradition had been the nail in your coffin. 

The topic had come up, and the slight buzz of alcohol in your body had driven you to admitting your complete inexperience while sitting in nothing but your shirt and your panties. 

You can almost hear the silent conversation between them, something they do often. You know they’re...different. They can use lightsabers, do things normal people like you can’t. They have stronger senses, cat-like reflexes. Their honest shock at your confession is the only indicator that they can’t just read your mind like a holonovel. 

You feel so very...plain compared to them. 

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Ventress says, shifting closer to you. “Like Quinlan said, we’re more surprised no one has ever jumped at the opportunity.” 

“No one’s ever even looked at me like that.” You say, finally lifting your gaze to hers. 

“They’re a bunch of fools.” She says, shifting even closer, her hand brushing your heated cheek. Her fingers feel cold against your heated skin. They’re always cold, but even more so with the blood rushing under your skin. 

Your heart is thumping in your chest at her proximity. You feel nervous, your palms starting to sweat. You’ve been this close to her many times. It’s never felt like this before. There’s an energy between you, like an electrical charge. You can feel it pulsing under your skin. 

Your little crush on them can’t be a secret. Not to them. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall for both of them, but you had never planned on revealing anything to them. You were more than happy to suffer in silence, doing nothing but watching and occasionally hearing. You’d take the playful teasing Quinlan and occasionally Ventress subjected you to. It was the closest you thought you’d ever get. 

“We could do it for you.” Quinlan says, both yours and Ventress’ gazes snapping to him as he sits there, a playful smirk on his face. “If you wanted.” 

“Would you like that?” Ventress asks, her voice taking on the sultry tone she used with quarries when she flirted so effortlessly with them. “Would you want one of us to give you some...experience?” 

The alcohol pumping through your system wants you to scream yes. You want to scream yes too, but you’ve hit a dilemma. Who would you want to do it? You trust both of them, and you want both of them. 

Ventress hums, leaning down close to your face. “Sleep on it.” Her breath fans your ear. “We’ll talk about it again when you’re sober.” Her lips press against your cheek, cool and soft against your warm skin. 

You’re a little disappointed as she pulls away, but you know she’s right. You’d rather think this over sober, and you know they don’t want to feel like they’re taking advantage of you, or that you might regret it in the morning. 

***

The alcohol was the only thing that helped you actually sleep. Your mind had raced until it lulled itself to sleep with thoughts of the events that had just transpired. You remember it all when you wake, every word, every bit of the conversation. You don’t rise right away as you usually do, instead you take the time to really think about their offer. 

They were offering to fuck you. One of them would wipe the label of virgin from you for good, and they wanted to. No jokes, no tricks, no teasing. You had felt the sincerity in their words. They cared enough to want you to make the decision sober. 

That was the hard part, though. Choosing one of them. 

Quinlan was likely to be the most romantic of the two. Perhaps more gentle and easygoing about it. Though, from the things you’ve heard and how he fights...it makes you a little afraid. Ventress oozes passion and dominance, but you know how ruthless and fierce she can be. You know neither of them would hurt you on purpose. They would take care of you. 

Then the image of both of them pops into your head. Quinlan’s strong chest against your back, Ventress’ lithe body pressed against your front, both of their hands and mouths on you. Heat blooms between your thighs, your legs pressing tightly together under the blankets. Would they be willing to both be involved? They’re already familiar with each other, and they’re willing to at least allow this to happen. 

The only way you’ll know is if you ask. 

Heat blooms under your skin again as you toss off your blanket, rising from your makeshift bunk. You climb down into the hull where you know they have to be, the confidence that had surged through you suddenly disappears as your feet hit the metal. They had been training, Quinlan’s chest bare, his dark skin beaded with sweat. 

You swallow thickly, trying to keep the quickly waning confidence as you approach them. 

“I want you both.” You say, your voice shaking as you stand before them. You curse it and your nerves. “I want you both to...to take my virginity.”

They share a look, a million words being shared in a short moment as they silently communicate. They turn back to you, matching smirks lifting their lips. They slowly step towards you and your heart begins to race even faster. You wonder if this is how the quarries feel when they’re being cornered. 

“You really want us both?” Quinlan asks, stepping around you until he’s hovering behind you. You can feel the heat radiating off his chest. 

“Yes.” You say, voice breathy as Ventress closes the distance in front of you, her fingers lifting to grip your chin. “I-I have...for a while.” 

Ventress’ smirk widens as she stares at you. “We know. We were waiting for you to say something, but after your confession last night we realized why you’ve never said anything until now.” 

You jump as hands close around your waist, Quinlan’s breath fanning your ear. “We didn’t realize you were so innocent. We thought you were just a shy little thing.” 

Blood is rushing in your ears from being so close to both of them, your head swimming. You feel like you might pass out, like your legs might give out and they’ve barely touched you. 

Ventress leans in closer, her breath fanning your lips. “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” 

You let out a yelp of surprise as suddenly you’re off the ground and in Quinlan’s arms. You’re silently grateful he’s carrying you, as you doubt you could get your legs to move without crumpling to the floor. 

They take you to their bunk, a space you’ve only seen in passing. It’s comfortable, obviously having been remodeled a bit. Quinlan sits you down on the edge of the bed, the mattress firm under you. It’s nicer than yours, though your bed was sort of pieced together last minute. You weren’t supposed to stay with them very long, but it’s been months now and they haven’t once asked you about leaving. 

You suppose that’s not something you’ll have to worry about after today. 

Quinlan kneels down in front of you, one hand cupping your cheek. His skin is warm, and he smells a bit like sweat from his training session. “Don’t worry.” He says, obviously picking up on the nerves squirming in your stomach. “We’ll take care of you.” He leans in, breath fanning your face before he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours. 

It’s softer than the only other kiss you’ve had in your life. You’re not sure what to do, the thousands of holofilms you’ve seen suddenly disappearing from your mind as Quinlan kisses you. He presses closer to you, tilting his head as he deepens the kiss. Your hands close around his arms, his muscles flexing as he wraps his arms around you. 

You’re panting as he’s suddenly pulled from your mouth, Ventress standing over you both. “You got your kiss.” She says, tugging him away from you. “Now it’s my turn.” 

Nerves and excitement tangle together in your stomach as Quinlan backs away from you, allowing Ventress to take his place. She’s removed most of her clothes, your cheeks warming as your eyes trail her body. Tattoos line her pale skin, sloping over curves and strong muscle. More heat pools between your legs as you stare at her, warmth blooming across your face as you meet her gaze. 

“Like what you see?” She almost purrs, reaching out to cup your chin again. 

You nod, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. “Yes.” 

She smirks, cool fingers stroking your skin. “Good girl.” 

Something shocks through you at her words, your thighs clenching in excitement. 

“I think she liked that.” Quinlan says, stepping up behind her. His arms wrap around her waist, lips trailing across her shoulder. 

Ventress hums, eyes lidded as she stares down at you. “I agree.” Her eyes quickly trail your form. “Take off your shirt.” 

Your fingers tremble as they reach for the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head. Your skin warms even more as you find yourself in nothing but your underwear and breastband in front of them. 

“And your breastband.” Ventress says, her hands coming to rest against Quinlan’s on her stomach. 

You can’t hide the shake of your hands as you slowly pull your breastband off, dropping it on the floor with your shirt. You force yourself to meet their gaze again, both of them staring down at you appreciatively. 

“Beautiful.” Quinlan groans, his chin resting on Ventress’ shoulder as he stares at you. “If I knew she was this hot, I would have suggested this sooner.” 

You grow bashful under their stare, Ventress slipping from Quinlan’s hold to move closer to you. 

“On the bed.” She orders, your body moving before you even realize it. 

You push yourself back until you’re in the center of the bed, goosebumps forming on your skin as Ventress kneels on the end of the bed, crawling toward you like a dangerous predator. You’re forced onto your back as she crawls over your body until you’re face to face. She hovers over you, nerves and excitement rushing through you again. 

“Relax.” She whispers, lowering herself until her lips are brushing yours. “We’re going to take good care of you.” 

Her lips are cool and soft as they press against yours, her tongue licking at your lips. Your lips part, allowing her in as she presses her body against yours, skin smooth and cool against your own heated body. 

Your head begins to buzz as she kisses her way down your neck, licking and nipping at the skin. She continues to kiss her way down your body until she reaches the waistband of your underwear. Her fingers trail the skin right above it, goosebumps forming on your skin again. Her lips lift in a smirk as she dips her fingers below the waistband, sitting up to tug your underwear down your thighs. She tosses them behind her before trailing her hands back up your legs. 

She parts your thighs, baring your post private parts to her eyes. You’re already damp, folds slick with arousal. “Have you ever touched yourself?” She asks, dragging her fingers up your inner thighs. 

“O-Once.” You swallow thickly, legs trembling as she reaches the junction of your thighs. It was one of the nights you heard them. The lust and the yearning had gotten to be too much and you’d silently slipped a hand into your underwear. 

“Did you make yourself cum?” She asks with a smirk, watching your face as she ghosts her thumb over your clit. 

“Yes!” You gasp, a tingling feeling burning through you as she circles your clit with her thumb. It’s so different from your own touch, so different from being under your own control. 

Your hands grip the sheets as she slips a finger lower, prodding at your entrance. It’s a strange sensation as her finger pushes into you, your walls gripping her tightly. 

“Such a tight little thing.” She murmurs, lowering herself until her mouth is level with your clit. 

You watch with parted lips as her tongue darts out, the tip flicking your clit. You let out a quiet sound at the sensation as her tongue circles the sensitive bud, her finger slowly thrusting into you, working you open. 

The end of the bed dips as Quinlan kneels behind Ventress, his pants gone. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock between his legs. It’s big and hard, your pussy clenching at the thought of fitting that inside you. 

Ventress pulls away from your clit, turning her head to look back at Quinlan. “I think she likes you.” She says, letting Quinlan lift her hips up so she’s on her knees. 

“How tight is she?” He asks, smoothing a hand across Ventress’ back. 

“You’d split her right down the middle.” Ventress says, a second finger prodding at your entrance. 

“You’ve got some work to do.” Quinlan says, his own hand slipping between Ventress’ thighs. 

You clamp around Ventress’ fingers as she works a second one into you. She presses a gentle kiss to your clit, slowly sinking her fingers into you. “Relax. It’ll hurt if you’re too tense.” 

You let out a shaky breath, trying to relax your body as she returns to sucking at your clit. Quiet moans vibrate through you as Quinlan teases her slick folds, his eyes meeting yours as he works her up. 

You feel warm for an entirely different reason now, heat pooling in your stomach as Ventress sucks and licks at your clit. Quiet sounds slip through your lips, your hands gripping onto the sheets as pleasure burns through you. 

“Don’t hold back.” Ventress says with a gasp as Quinlan sinks his cock into her. “Let me hear you.” 

She curls her fingers, hitting something deep inside you. A sound you weren’t sure you could even make leaves your lips, white hot pleasure burning through you. Your thighs try to clamp around her face but they’re suddenly pushed open, unable to move. You stare down at Ventress with wide eyes, her own shining with a mischievous glint. 

Quinlan’s hands grip her hips as he begins to move, thrusting into her. She moans into your pussy, focusing her efforts on your clit as she works you open. Your back arches, body writhing uncontrollably as pleasure continues to build within you. You feel like you’re hurtling towards a cliff and you can’t stop. You’re going to fall off the edge and there’s nothing you can do to change the direction. 

Ventress curls her fingers inside you again and suddenly you’re falling over the edge, body shaking as you cum around her fingers. It’s a bit uncomfortable as she pulls her fingers from you, your pussy spasming and fluttering around nothing. She laps at your entrance, tasting your cum on her tongue as Quinlan continues to fuck her. 

Her hands wrap around your thighs, holding on as Quinlan picks up his pace, the sound of his skin meeting hers loud in the room. You watch them, unable to do anything but lay there as they fuck, pinned under the awe and beauty of Ventress’ pleasure and the Force still holding your thighs open. 

Ventress’ eyes roll back as she lets out a loud moan, her nails digging into your thighs. Her back arches, pressing back against Quinlan. You can see the slight shake to her thighs as Quinlan pulls free from her, hands holding her steady as she cums. 

Her cheek rests against your thigh as she comes down from her high, arousal already slicking your folds once more. The pressure holding your thighs in place releases, your legs flopping uselessly to the bed. Quinlan gently rubs Ventress’ back as she catches her breath, her lips pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. 

“Are you ready?” She asks, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. 

Your eyes dart nervously to Quinlan’s still hard cock, the skin glistening with Ventress’ juices. You gulp before nodding, letting your gaze flick back to Ventress. 

“Don’t be nervous.” She soothes you, crawling up towards your head. “We’ll make it as comfortable as we can.” 

She slips behind you, reclining back against the headboard. She wraps her arms around you, tugging you back against her chest. She parts your thighs over her own, holding you open for Quinlan to see. He crawls between your thighs, eyes glued to your slick folds. Your face warms as his hands slide up your thighs, thumbs parting your lips. 

“How does she taste?” He asks, voice low and gruff. 

“Sweet.” Ventress asks, gripping the back of his neck as he leans over you, kissing her. 

He groans against her lips, their kiss all tongues and teeth, your lips parting as you watch them kiss over you. You gasp as Quinlan’s fingers drag through your folds, a thick finger prodding your entrance. The sensation is very different as he presses a finger into you, sliding in easily after Ventress’ work opening you up. 

He groans against her lips again, nipping at her bottom lip as he pulls away, thrusting his finger into you. “You were right, she is a tight little thing.”

He works a second finger into you, stretching you further than Ventress did. It’s a bit uncomfortable at first, but Ventress’ hands cup your breasts, fingers brushing over your nipples sending sparks of pleasure straight between your legs. She continues her ministrations as Quinlan withdraws his fingers from your pussy, stroking them over his cock, slicking it with your juices. 

Ventress leans down to your ear, her breath fanning your skin. “Relax.” One of her hands slides across your stomach, trying to ease the tension in your body as Quinlan settles between your legs. 

“Ready?” He asks, looking at you as he drags his cock through your folds. 

You nod, letting out a shaky breath. One of his hands settles on your hip, thumb stroking your skin as he lines himself up, pressing into your tight hole. You gasp at the sensation, body jolting from the burning stretch as he pushes inside. Ventress wraps her arms around your chest, whispering quiet praises in your ear as Quinlan works his way into you slowly. 

“Good girl.” His voice rumbles in your ears, his hands stroking your skin as he slowly eases into you. “You alright?” 

You nod, chest heaving at the sensation of him being inside of you. It’s almost too much, the uncomfortable burning stretch and the knowledge of what was happening. It’s not painful, though, like you heard it could be sometimes. 

Quinlan breathes out a curse as he seats himself fully inside you, his hips stilling. 

“Don’t cum too soon.” Ventress says slyly. “We don’t want her first time to be a disappointment.” 

Quinlan lifts his gaze to her, a smirk on his lips. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. It’s our sweet girl I’m worried about.” He says, lifting his hand to your chin, his thumb brushing your lower lip. 

“I’m fine.” You gasp out, body slowly relaxing around his cock. Your skin is slick with sweat, sweat beading on Quinlan’s forehead as well.

“Good.” He says, lowering his hands to your hips. 

Ventress relaxes her hold on you as Quinlan pulls back, drawing his cock from inside you before pushing back in. You gasp at the sensation, watching his cock move in and out of you. Ventress returns her attention to your breasts, teasing your nipples as Quinlan moves inside you. 

It’s better than you thought it ever could be, sandwiched between them as they bring you pleasure you’ve never known before. Your trust for them only continues to grow as they do as they promised, making it as easy and painless as possible. Even if this is the only time you get to do this with them, you’re glad it happened. Months of pining and tension are released as they work you up, Quinlan’s thrusts picking up speed as Ventress focuses her attention on your sensitive clit. You can’t do anything but moan and shake between them, letting them play your body like an instrument as they hit all the right spots. 

“Let go for me.” Quinlan grunts, his grip on your hips tight, thrusts starting to get sloppy. “Let me feel you cum.” 

You arch back against Ventress, letting out another sound you didn’t know you were capable of as you cum, fluttering around Quinlan’s cock. He groans, pulling himself from inside you as his hand takes over, jerking himself until he cums on your stomach. 

You’re still shaking from your orgasm as Ventress wipes your stomach clean with the sheets, Quinlan maneuvering your body until you’re on your side between them, Ventress pressed up against your back. Quinlan reaches across you to wrap his arm around Ventress, sandwiching you between them again. 

It falls silent between you for a moment, your mind processing what had just happened. Ventress’ fingers draw lazy patterns on your hip, Quinlan’s arm tightening just slightly around both of you. 

“I think we should keep her.” Ventress says, breaking the silence. 

Quinlan grins, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, then he leans over you to kiss Ventress. “I agree.” He lays back down, eyes shining with something you can’t quite name as he stares at you. “Our sweet girl.” 

Ragu list:

@kaminocasey @rosechi @mxkyrie @bobaprint @star-trekker-0013 @padawancat97 @bamfahsoka @rain-on-kamino @thrawnspetgoose @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @wolffegirlsunite @dukeoftheblackstar @starrylothcat @sev-on-kamino @freesia-writes @anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar @dystopicjumpsuit@littlemissmanga @madameminor @clio3kantarella @moonlightwarriorqueen @sleepingsun501 @originalcollectionartistry @maddiedrmr @idontgetanysleep @sinfulsalutations @clonemedickix @523rdrebel @deejadabbles @starqueensthings @multi-fan-dom-madness @wizardofrozz @mythical-illustrator @sunshinesdaydream @mooncommlink @lickylickylicky @sweetheartsnips @commanderblood @crosshairlovebot @ghostperson69 @jediknightjana @jedi-hawkins @dalu-grantkylo

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Padawan Reader on Coruscant

Obi-wan: thank you for taking care of Y/n Quinlan. This mission is way too dangerous for a padawan like them.

Quinlan: don't worry Obs. I have a perfect partner for this.

~later~

Quinlan: hello Foxy. I have some Shadow business, please take care of Obs's padawan. Thank you dear, love you!

Fox: wait you dickhead, I cant-... And he is gone. Okay. *looking down at Y/n* So. You are Cody's adi'ka.

Y/n: yes. *tooka eyeing Fox* I love the silver lines in your hair.

Fox, blushing: maybe you can stay here. Just a little.

[scribe-of-planes]

Headcanon that, alongside romance and friendship based movies similar to Earth, Cybertron has movies based on the forming of trine relationships. Obviously they're more popular among seekers, but they aren't unenjoyable for others, including humans.

Now imagine Starscream in continuities where he's without his trine mates. Watching old sappy trine rom-coms by himself and remembering the time the other two begged and dragged him to the theatre to see it when it first came out.

[loveofbots]

NSFW DJD Headcanons?

I’m rubbing my hands together like a fly on a table rn

I only did Tarn, Vos, and Kaon for this as I only do up to three characters, but lemme know if u wanna part 2!

Warnings: manipulation, electricity, scary dudes in love with you oh no-

Vos:

- They are the LAZIEST BOTTOM

- literally just sits there and let’s you do all the work

- Likes it hard and slow 

- fortunately they’re a switch, so not all sex is that way. They can actually be a very passionate lover. Preferring long intimate sessions over quickies

- Vos can become jealous if you haven’t been ‘claimed’ by them in awhile, meaning if they haven't at least touched your form in an intimate way in about a week? The next day you aren’t leaving the bed until Vos is finished with you

- That being said I don’t think they have a breeding kink as much as they have a cum kink, they love seeing cum everywhere. In you, on you, on them too. 

- Very good at aftercare, making sure to clean up all your fluids after a particularly rough session

Tarn:

- you poor soul, you asked for this /lh

- Unfortunately not awesome at aftercare, unless you want like water or food. He doesn’t really like cuddles other than you sitting in his lap.

- Has an arsenal of sex toys 

- Cuck alert HEHShsauHEEHHE

- He tops, and he loves watching you pleasure yourself, definitely is a voyeur

- You’re the only person that he lets see all of him, do not break his trust

- Uses his outlier ability to make your orgasms that much harder, his hands are also very skilled at taking other bots apart, so he knows exactly how to make you putty in his hands

Kaon:

- is pet play obvious?

- very soft Dom, he loves for you and cares for you very much, king of aftercare

- Kaon will let you top him if you want to, but if you become bratty he will put you in your place

- consent checks <3

- Some of his kinks extend outside the bedroom too, his electricity can sometimes become too much to contain and watching the little sparks fly across between the two of you is a really big turn on for him

- Likes it slow and steady if he’s receiving, but prefers to give you pleasure

[pedripepinillo]

dating gavi would include:

- pablo robándote miradas mientras no te das cuenta, sonriendo con ESA sonrisa totalmente enamorada

- lavarse los dientes al mismo tiempo y sonreírse con la boca llena de espuma :’)

- te toma fotos en todo momento, literalmente las fotos mas vergonzosas y malas, pero él las atesora como su más preciado, pues, tesoro.

- abrazos necesitados. pablo está touch starved en algún nivel, nunca fue afín al contacto físico pero cuando está contigo se vuelve la persona más amorosa del mundo

- tienen días enteros en la cama. realmente disfruta estar con vos haciendo absolutamente nada. pero al menos están juntos

- las risas no faltan. a veces te hace reír tanto con cualquier estupidez que dice que te duele el estómago durante horas de tanto que te reís.

- besos suaves en tu frente <3

- todo el tiempo está tomando tu mano sin siquiera darse cuenta, tomarla es más como un reflejo.

- te envía memes random a las tres de la mañana y juras, de verdad juras que ya lo vas a bloquear, pero es tu novio y lo amas así que no podrías hacerlo

- guarda una polaroid de ustedes dos en su billetera <3 la tomaron cuando fueron al photobooth de paris !!!!!!!!

- TE GUARDA DULCES !!!!1!1! siempre tiene dulces en su bolsillo para dártelos a cualquier hora del dia

- te regala incluso hasta rocas que se encuentra en la calle y piensa que son lindas para dártelas

- “mira, esto me recordó a ti”

- “¿una… roca? gracias, amor :)”

- y luego te saca los datos más random en cualquier momento

- “¿sabias que los pingüinos les obsequian rocas a sus parejas cuando están enamorados? eso significa que estarán juntos para siempre.”

- honestamente cada cosa que dice te hace enamorar más de él <3

- se etiquetan en posts de instagram de giveaways y nunca ganan nada

- BATALLAS DE BAILE A MEDIA NOCHE

- pablo lee los mensajes antiguos que se enviaban para recordar lo cringe que eran antes de ser novios <3

[gribblehusband]

Displeasures of the Flesh

Chapter 11

With that, the door scraped shut.

The man’s breathing evened the second he heard the door slam. You watched him contort himself, his back bent uncomfortably, into a position where he could get a better look at your little room. He had a shock of pitch black hair, cropped short save for various stray cowlicks that spiked upward in several locations. His skin was pale and scarred, specifically where his face met his skull. There were scratch marks, self inflicted. It looked as though he had attempted to peel his face off.

When he turned to you, red eyes glowing, he grinned. Impossibly sharp canines glinted in the low light and fear made your heart pound wildly inside your ribs.

You knew that look.

He said something in a language you couldn’t understand. A low snarl that sounded like he was gargling nails. Glee glinted in his eyes, his pupils dilated so wide, they looked black. Fuck. You knew that look. It was the same one Kaon had in that old shack and the same look he had when he tore into those soldiers.

You were about to be murdered, and not by the man you wanted.

[cyber-streak-2]

Headcanons about IDW Pipes, IDW Vos and IDW Rung finding out their Cybertronian SO was domesticated

I told you the angst was coming :)

IDW1 Pipes, Vos, & Rung with a Cybertronian S/O that had been domesticated:

Vos

[He immediately knows that you’ve been domesticated- he and the others had been around at the time to see it. And even if he hadn’t, they’d all still know.]

[He... doesn’t know the reason for why you were domesticated, though. He assumes, though, that it had to be something bad- like something similar to the reason the former Vos was domesticated, but he’s still not certain.]

[Eventually, he does actually learn the reasons, and... he still loves you.]

[He knows you did bad- and being domesticated is bad- at least for you, but he’s just glad that you weren’t killed, instead.]

[Vos doesn’t treat you like a pet like how the others start to- like how they’ve treated... well, The Pet. You’re still his S/O. He cuddles you (although that was already typical), and may give you a pet sometimes- but he still treats you pretty much the same, mostly.]

[Hes a good DJD member- he’s loyal to the ‘Cons, but... he also wants to help his S/O, but this mech doesn’t have a clue on how.]

Rung

[You’d been missing since all of you landed on a somewhat abandoned but still lively (in some way) planet. Despite a search actively going on, nobody had been able to find you.]

[Although... there seemed to be some sort of creature onboard the LL. Someone even got attacked- which everyone learned when a panicked Tailgate arrived in the medibay with a wounded Getaway.]

[Getaway had informed Rung and everyone else how it looked— and Rung immediately thought that it reminded him of your beast-mode.]

[A search for the hostile creature was set in motion—and while Rung had been in a therapy session, he was called down by Rodimus.]

[He finds Rodimus and some of the other crew with the creature—which he quickly learns through the others that it doesn’t just happen to look like your beast-mode—it’s you.]

[Rung is horrified. Nobody knows who did this to you or even the reason. You’re hostile—practically to everyone, except towards Rung himself.]

[So, he decides to have you with him, while the others try to think of how to basically un-domesticate you. Rung is also setting up some sessions for you- being like this probably wasn’t the best experience.]

Pipes

[You were his S/O that hadn’t joined the quest, but still kept in contact with Pipes pretty often. Which is why he felt confused and concerned when you stopped talking to him... it was going on for several months now.]

[He was in trouble with some strange creatures on the planet that the ship had landed on- he gets blasted, like, once, before you appear—and he witnesses you attack the creatures, but not him.]

[A stray attack from whatever you were fighting hits him—and Pipes wakes up in the medibay—Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, and Rung are there—alongside the medics.]

[Pipes is confused at first... until he turns to his side, and sees Drift- who promptly explains what was figured out, and that confusion is quickly turned into horror and concern.]

[While everyone tries to figure out how to help you, Pipes stays with you the entire time, hoping that you’ll be okay.]

[He wishes that this had happened to him, instead—you didn’t deserve something like this.]

[stefanmikaleson1864]

A little thing about Hope

Requested by the lovely @sabrinajenre96​

The reader is an FBI agent like scott (she's Rémi scott 'daughter) they are married and working a case with the other units like the triple crossover I got inspired by that 😂. While working to stop a threat and after what happened to Nina, the reader gets chosen for an Undercover job with her father and scola but refuse because it's too risky and later on everyone discovers that she's pregnant and she can't put herself into a dangerous position after Nina's almost losing her life. Let's give them an happy ending. After the case it's done where everyone is together and remi being a proud granddad and scott being thrilled being a father even if he has his trauma because of his mother abandonment.

A/N So this is going to be like the crossover !! With the next chapter about Italy then one about New york !! I know this one may seem a little boring but i’m just trying to get an introduction going !! 

P.S. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work !!! 

Y/N’s Pov 

When you woke up this morning it was unusually quiet in the house. You didn’t hear Scott moving around like he usually does. He always would wake up before you. He would make coffee and take Tank out. 

Before you were even pregnant you always were a heavy sleeper. Always waiting until the last possible second to get up. But now that you were carrying a whole human it was so much worse than it was before. 

This morning the sun was hitting you in the face and Tank was stretched out enjoying the heat from the sun. You really didn’t want to get up now. But suddenly your phone went off and you groaned loudly .

You reached over and grabbed it and it was your dad Remy calling you.  When you saw it was him you quickly answered it 

“Hey dad what’s up” You asked 

“Can I just call to check in on my 2 favoriate people in the world.” Remy said 

“You can but Tank is sleeping and Scott is at work so sorry you missed them” You said smiling in the phone. 

You heard him laughing to 

“Awe well damn i guess i’ll have to call back then” He said 

“Mmm i guess because other than your stuck with me” You said laughing. 

“I guess that will do for know how’s the baby doing” Remy asked 

“It’s all good we just went for our 24 week check up and their fine” You said 

“I know he’s doing good he takes after me” Remy said 

“Good try dad but you know were not finding out the gender we want it to be a surprise” You said.

“I know I know thought i would for sure trick you up that time” Remy said 

“I’m to smart for that” You said laughing 

“Well you did get that from me. And listen I love you all okay but I just got to work we got a big case i’ll call you later” Remy said 

“Okay I love you to” You said. 

You hung up the phone and smiled. You really did miss your dad a lot. He was a single dad so the two of you were really close. 

Looking at the time you realized you legit had to go. You rolled out of bed heaving yourself up. Tank immediately got up and followed you. 

You walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and was surprised to see no sign of Scott. 

You thought it was strange but figured it was something to do with work. Being the boss he had a different set of possibilities he had to focus on. 

So you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water was rolling down your body and it felt soo good. 

You took a few minutes extra and just laid down and enjoyed it. You then washed your hair and body and got out. 

After you began your usual routine of getting ready for the day. Being pregnant made it a little more harder but you powered through it.

Then you went into the kitchen and made yourself breakfast for the day. You were always so hungry in the morning. 

Tank ate his breakfast too sitting right next to you. After you were done you grabbed your stuff and then headed out. 

You and Tank walked out to your car and then made the journey into work. You liked to blast your music the whole way.

Tank stuck his head out the window and he enjoyed every minute of it. 

After about 15 minutes you made it to work. You got your stuff and you and Tank headed inside. 

You walked in and looked around for Scott but still didn’t see him. So you made your way up to the Pen and saw him walking out his office. He had a worried look on his face.

He looked up and saw you and walked straight over to you. He wrapped his arms around your belly and pulled you in tight. 

“Hey good morning sorry we got a big one and I didn’t wanna wake you” Scott said 

“It’s okay I figured that much what’s going on” You asked 

“ A Diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day he was the only surviror” He said 

“Damn that’s horrible is he American or what’s going on” You asked. 

“He is not but we think he is planning revenge and it’s connecting back to New York” he said 

“That is a lot so what we have to look into something that may happen” You asked 

You both heard footsteps coming up which meant Vo and Raines were also arriving. Scott un wrapped his arms around you and you walked over to your desk and sat down. 

He stood in front of your desk with his arms folded in .

“Hey guys good morning” Raines said 

“Good morning” Everyone Vo said 

“Good morning” You and Scott both said. 

They sat there stuff down and after a few minutes Scott started presenting to everyone. 

“Hey guys listen up we got a big one a diplomat’s daughter and family was killed on her wedding day due to a bomb. I’ve been coordinating with New york because we think the diplomat is planning revenge in NYC” Scott said. 

“So is anyone  coming down to help” Vo asked 

“Yeah and how do we even know there planning something” Raines chimined in 

“That would be because we have intel from a CI that there is going to be a huge bomb attack we been tracking them down for the past 2 weeks” A familiar voice chimed out

Everyone turned their heads and Jubal Valentine and a blonde hair girl who was also pregnant walked inside. 

We all got up and walked over to them to greet them. But we were also shocked as hell that they were here all the way in Budapest. 

“Jubal Valentine my man what are you doing here” Scott asked smiling hugging Jubal. 

Jubal dropped his bag and hugged him back 

“Were here to help we been working this case to well Nina here caught it to. So it makes more sense to come down here in person over the phone” Jubal said. 

“Well we surely appreciate and can use the help” Scott said. 

“Yeah of course and everyone this is Nina she works with us and she is truly an amazing agent and a badass” Jubal said 

“Well welcome and it’s really nice to meet you” You said walking over and giving her a hug

“Oh and congrats” You said winking at her. 

“Thank you so much and congrats to you” She said 

“Thank you” You said 

You walked over and hugged Jubal 

“Hey it’s been a minute how are you” You asked 

“Good nice seeing you” Jubal said. 

“You to” You said 

After all the introductions you gave Jubal and Nina some space to work. 

They sat there stuff down and then Jubal got up and started presenting to everyone. 

“So 2 weeks ago Nina came to us with a case apparently a CI said the russians were planning a huge bomb. And attacks in New York” Jubal said 

“How do we trust this information” You asked. 

“Because the CI was directly linked to a higher up and we have Scola under to trying to gather more information. What he was able to learn was there are some people in Italy working with them” Nina said.

“We tracked them to Italy right where according to some intel we got is where the Diplomat was last scene” NIna said 

“So it looks like were going to Italy” Raines said

“Yes we are when we go Nina and Y/N I want to stay in the office for obvious reasons me and Jubal and Raines and Vo wil be boots on the ground” Scott said 

“What plan are we working with i mean we got the intel but what will we even be doing” You asked.

“Right so the intel we got was that the diplomat was involved with James Delcua, a businessman  in Italy with strong political ties. Last week James wired 100 thousand Us dollars to a unknown account” Nina said 

“Okay” You said still confused as to where this was going 

“Look I’m not being mean but there is just a lot of talk about intel and not an actual case” You said.

Raines looked at you and nodded. 

“Yeah I agree I mean what the hell are we even going to Italy for” Raines asked. 

“Were going and talk to this James guy then we know about some underground rings run by the russians. We figure we break those up someone will be willing to go turn” Jubal said 

“Hell of a gamble” Vo said 

“Yeah but right now this is the best lead we got we got to italy and try to” Jubal said 

“I was thinking Jubal goes in as a handler see what he can get and Vo and Raines will work the Diplomat see if there is anything going on” Scott said 

“Y/N and NIna will work in office doing surveillance, leaving no stone unturned any dirt on why this diplomat sent so much money to. Looking into these rings to who’s involved and who’s most likely to flip” Scott said. 

“Okay we got a plan let’s go” Jubal said 

“What about Smitty” Vo asked 

“She’s already gonna meet us there she had some other stuff to attended to but she’s on the nex flight out like us” Scott said. 

“So where does the dog go” Nina asked 

“He’ll go with us we fly private one of the many perks of the fly team” You said. 

“Awesome good to know” Nina said. 

You all grabbed your go bags that you already had. Everyone headed out and there was something in your gut that was telling you this was a mistake. 

I mean there wasn’t much to go on you know. Like going down and breaking some rings up and hoping they are gonna flip. People like this don’t usually turn on their higher ups. 

What if there was just something more going on that you weren’t aware of. 

Scott looked at you and he could see the worry in your face.

“Yeah I’m fine” You said smiling. 

You all made your way to the cars and to the airport. Everyone was just talking amongst each other. Scott was sitting next to you and he usually wasn’t one for PDA so he wasn’t holding your hand or anything. 

Tank on the other hand was laying all over you with his head sticking out the window. 

After about a half hour drive you made it to the airport. Everyone filed into the Jet and Nina and Jubal looked in awe of everything.

“I think i’m in the wrong team” NIna said 

“Yeah me to we lower class people had to fly coach” Jubal said laughing. 

“Yeah well they only hire the elite team to work here” Raines said

“Elite to who” Jubal said 

Everyone was laughing and making small talk with each other. You grabbed a window seat and Nina sat Across from you. 

“So how do you do it” Nina asked 

“What do you mean” You asked scrunching your eyebrows. 

“Working with the babies dad and traveling a lot” Nina asked 

“Oh” Was you started. 

“I’m sorry if that’s to personal” Nina asked flustering 

“No its okay it’s not how did you know about me and Scott” You asked 

“I see the way he looks at you and the rings” Nina said 

“I never noticed but yeah it’s hard he get’s overprotective a lot and even before the baby it got worse after but I’m thankful for him. I know someone always has my back and working with my husband  has it challenges but I wouldn’t trade it” You said 

“You work with the baby’s dad” You asked. 

“Yeah Scola the one undercover right now and I’m really worried,” Nina said 

“All you can do is pray and think positive things there is no point in worrying if you haven’t heard anything” You said 

“I guess your right it’s just complicated between us” Nina said 

“Listen i get that Scott is technically is my boss and in the beginning it was hard but we worked it out and now were really happy. I know it can happen for the two of you.” You said 

“Yeah I hope so” Nina said.

“I know it will” You said. 

The rest of the flight you two talked all baby stuff. She was having a boy and she was surprised to know you were waiting to know. 

The flight flew by and finally you all touched down in Italy. The butterflies were heavy but you just had to keep breathing. 

When everyone got out of the plane we all piled back into the car. Me and Nina and Jubal in one and Raines, Vo and Scott with tank in the other one. 

NIna kept looking at her phone. And i felt bad for her. i could see Scott I can’t imagine being so far away from him and being undercover. 

“Hey it’s going to be okay” You whispered to her 

“Yeah I know” Nina said. 

“So i forgot to ask Scott you don’t happen to know Remy Scott do you” Nina asked 

“Actually i do he’s my dad. He inspired me join the breau do you know him” You asked 

“I meant him a couple times when i was working under he said he had a daughter working in Budapest” Nina said smiling. 

“I can reach out to him I know he can find out what’s going on with Scola” You asked 

“No I’m good I don’t want to cause a big scene” Nina said 

The rest of the car ride was silent after that. The conversation just kind of fell everyone looking at the beautiful scenes. 

You finally made it to the American Diplomat office. Scott’s car was right behind. 

“Everyone ready” Jubal asked. 

“Yeah lets do it” You said. 

You all headed in and all eyes were on you guys. Which was nothing new. You found Smitty who was waiting for you all. 

“Were set up in here and welcome everyone let’s get started” Smiity said

“Let’s go” Scott said 

You all headed into the office and put your stuff down. You were setting up. and all you kept thinking was 

You were in good hands and it’s all going to be okay 

It’s all going to be okay was all you kept saying. I mean what is the worse that could happen ??

[a-dorin]

self indulgent but “It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.” with quinlan x reader on a covert mission during the clone wars

~🍯

coworkers being forced to impersonate a married couple is one of my favorite tropes & i will die on that hill!

if no one writes about this trope then i'm dead!

"you're blowing our cover."

his voice barely makes it through gritted teeth. yet, you could hear it in the throng of the crowd.

"and?" you hiss, brows furrowing, "i don't even like you."

"at least act like it!" he counters, and you pick up a hint of a growl in those words, "we're supposed to be madly in love, you know."

"kiss my ass," you scoff, rolling your eyes, "actually, if you're so madly in love with me, then get on your knees and start groveling at my feet."

"you're ridiculous," he mutters, "i'd rather do that in private."

"what?" your heart skips a beat at the latter half of his statement, "quinlan vos, i'm going to need you to repeat what you just said."

barely peeking over his shoulder, the corners of his lips curl into a smug grin, "you heard me. you just wanna hear it again."

"i just need some clarification on where we stand," you huff, in a vain attempt to at least act like what you just heard didn't set your entire body ablaze with embarrassment.

"we're married sweetheart," quinlan sticks a hand out behind him, waving his fingers, "it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand. kiss it too."

"i'm not kissing your hand," you protest, heat billowing into your cheeks as you lace your fingers together, "you're ridiculous."

"mmmm," he hums, navigating through the square with ease, "thinking about my dick, huh?"

"shut the fuck up."

"make me."

"i can assure you the second we land on coruscant, i will be speaking with the council to ensure that we are never assigned future missions together."

"and why's that? too much sexual tension?"

you exhale sharply, "no."

"i know, i know," he pulls you closer to him, the strength taking you by surprise, "i need you closer to me. we're acting like a father and daughter. you need to work on your acting skills."

"i'd take that over a married couple," you mumble, your breath hitching in your throat as he squeezes your hand gently.

"oh sweets, don't deny it. you would love to call me daddy."