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‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!

   It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts: 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets. 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing. 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered. 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots. 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. 6] Number three is public restrooms. 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught. 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming. 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it. ———————————————————————————————————————————- POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

  2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would  not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target. 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. 4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts. 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there. 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly. 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble. ——————————————————————————————————————————- FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it. 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.  

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) . b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)  

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.   

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry. If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

  REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information. I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.

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Keep Your Religion

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 7630

Warnings: 18+ only. Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall!

Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

A/N: Can you believe I finished another fic? Neither can I. It was about time for another Wolffe fic so here you go my lovely humans. I hope you enjoy. Comments are always always always appreciated so let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. I do apologize that I'm not tagging, it hasn't been working for some reason since post editor changed permanently to this new looking editor. I'll try to figure it out I swear! P.S. this is the second of hopefully many more submissions for @clonexreaderbingo

Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it. 

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention. 

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple. 

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier. 

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. 

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again. 

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them. 

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention. 

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond. 

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you. 

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight. 

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you. 

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own. 

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off. 

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you. 

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine. 

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence. 

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear. 

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well. 

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features. 

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission. 

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately. 

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse. 

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him. 

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch, 

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you. 

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation. 

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts. 

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long. 

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence. 

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place. 

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most. 

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him. 

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again. 

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands. 

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease. 

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you. 

What a night it was. 

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss. 

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question. 

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak. 

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight. 

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch. 

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously. 

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you. 

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had. 

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry. 

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better. 

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind. 

Even from the beginning. 

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace. 

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do. 

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment. 

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze. 

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.” 

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong. 

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away. 

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught. 

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed. 

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done. 

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight. 

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you. 

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break. 

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya. 

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby. 

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders. 

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him. 

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission. 

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name. 

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him. 

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm. 

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed. 

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes. 

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine. 

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next. 

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between. 

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body. 

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger. 

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery. 

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only. 

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you. 

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly. 

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes. 

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you. 

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name. 

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression. 

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you. 

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship. 

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt. 

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. 

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips. 

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt. 

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long. 

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form. 

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets. 

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses. 

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances. 

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining. 

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear. 

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge. 

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you. 

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought. 

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got. 

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more. 

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you. 

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago. 

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being. 

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his. 

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him. 

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later. 

But for now, he was adamant on showing you his own.

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The Archivist vs the Old Ass Man

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Optimus Prime and his size kink.

(for purposes I'll mostly refer to you as our tiny cybertronian)

Whether you are a human or one of his own kind, you're smaller than him and he fucking loves it. He may be a Prime but alone with you in his room he has you all to himself.

Running his servos over your plated metal and feeling the grooves of warmth and wires underneath the small hooks. Hooked plating where he can pull you back subtly and into his own frame, feeling your small body pressed into his and his hands feeling the sensitive cabling that makes you shiver.

Or getting your soft, pliable skin gently between his servos. Feeling the warmth of how he handles you, able to tug you and push you gently. Of course he'd never aim to harm you but feeling you unable to escape his grasp makes him feel so hot under his own metal.

"Easy Sweetspark," he'll whisper low against your ear so no one could hear, his servos pressing you against him.

When alone in the berthroom with him Optimus will let his walls down enough. Leaning down to kiss your audial fins or hold you securely in his arms.

He'll groan, if he's desperate, which doesn't happen too often he can't keep himself controlled; he'll rut himself against your back.

There's something that makes him tick about feeling his hot plating grinding against your spine or along the dip of your ass.

Hot steam radiating off him as he keeps you close to him.

Don't even get him started on the bulge. Fuck, he's glad you can buff yourself out because he won't go easy once he gets his spike inside you. He loves to feel his spike driving inside you, hearing the pangs of your metal on his. Feeling the metal of your abdomen and stomach shifting just slightly because his spike is so big for you.

Making you bulge and moan desperately for him to go a little slower. But it only gives him time to look down on his angel, seeing his spike pressing into your armor and denting it out. And yet you still take it.

"Look at you Sweetspark... You take it so well for me. So good..." He'll whisper, groaning from deep in his chest, remaining still with his servos clamped on your hips, feeling your weight easily manipulated in his arms.

You're so small you barely move as he pushes you up and down his spike. He loves how he can press you into the wall and have his back completely shielding you while his hips pound deep into you.

The way you turn into a moaning puddle and your circuits fry from his stretching you and manhandling you.

How his digits slip into your mouth to keep you silent or his servo wrapping around your throat, just enough he can keep you quiet so the others don't hear.

He loves when you get ambitious. Despite his size, you always drool over his spike, taking as much as you can in your intake, choking on it and drooling over the head.

Optimus loves it. Nearly loses his composure every time seeing you get so sloppy with his spike. Lubing it up so it can make the same tight stretch as always to fill your small valve.

The way you go limp in his arms... He loves your size. He wouldn't change you any way you are, and You're just perfect for him.

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An unexpected spark.

Tag: @heiress-prime

Summary: Your relationship with Optimus is... Complicated. Between the adjustment to life on a new planet and saving your asses from the Decepticons, there was only so much you could handle. And having Optimus' kin had not been on that list for either of you.

Cw: Pregnancy, minor injury, implied sexual encounters, Femme reader. Optimus doesn't have the software update for dadification. Italics for past conversation.

Your relationship with Optimus is... Complicated. Purely for the fact that being sparkmates with a Prime is exactly how you'd expect it to be. 

Yes, Optimus had grown more intimate when you finally decided to stop dancing around each other's afts. Optimus was used to the way of the Prime, so it wasn't in his routine quite yet to acknowledge you romantically. Occasionally when you got some alone time he'd press his helm to yours and remind you how much he appreciated you for sticking by him.

Optimus cares about you, he does. He cares about you to the point that If you didn't contribute so much to the team and were few in numbers he may have yoinked you off the field for good. 

He hates seeing you come back dinged up with scratches glaring in your paint. He hates that exhausted look and he wishes he could keep you safe. 

You knew this, nudging him with your field and smiling softly at him from across the room, excited and lighting up like a puppy when his EM field would brush you back.

You'd sit and have your Energon in the morning together. In the past couple weeks Optimus had noticed the rate at which you had Energon had been increasing. You just found yourself thirsty a lot.

Optimus would tell you to go easy, you only had so much supply after all. It eased the aches you felt after spending the night curled up next to him.

Optimus left you satisfied. You knew it would be a difficult relationship, if not for his duties as Prime, but your survival. 

And you were no stranger to a recon mission, driving down the open Nevada road and taking in the dirt and grime under your tires. Optimus had given you coordinates to an emerging supply with a light squeeze of your shoulder and a loving gaze only he could pull off.

It was nice to spend time away. At least you didn't have to drag one of the kids with you. The children were so interesting. At least, earth children were. 

They were always full of energy, they always asked questions and wanted to be around and play with you. It made you chuckle a little.

Your drive down the road led you to a discarded backroad into the Nevada hills. You shifted your tire and diverted from the pavement off into the trees.

The constant ping from your interior leading the way.

You felt, in a sense, pent up. The way your back struts strained despite being tucked up into the carriage of your car. You could have chalked it up to your latest intimate night with Optimus.

Usually, you shake off the aches in a day or two. Optimus was the kind of 'bot who made up for his less-than-constant intimacy strings with an all-nighter that left you unable to move for the week following.

The weeks prior you had been more sensitive than usual, which Optimus had noticed. It left you both unable to find any time for intimacy because when you got to that point, you just couldn't handle it. But he was gentle. 

"Easy, am I hurting you??"

Your servos gripped onto the plates of his forearm, your expression twisting slightly. "No... I just.." You paused briefly to see if relaxing would ease the unusual pain and sensitivity.

"I don't know..."

"Should I stop?"

"No, no you're fine... I'll be fine."

Optimus' face at the time didn't show he was too convinced. He'd rather be cautious than be sorry later...

"You're coming up on the signal, be careful when you enter." Ratchet's voice broke you from your thoughts, causing you to slow down.

"I'll be careful."

You transformed and shook your pedes along the loose rock of the road. You scanned the area briefly, then continued on foot through the trees. The Energon supply would be right below you soon enough.

You absentmindedly rubbed your abdominal plating to ease the tension in your struts and fuel lines. He must have messed you up good considering the noticeable dent. You'd had it there for a bit, but it was barely noticeable.

The constant beep of the counter led your way through broken foliage and trees barely taller than yourself.

"Coming up on it." You said into your comm. You kept yourself at a good pace as you made it through and found the crater. 

Bingo.

"Get a move on!" A distant voice calls, causing you to duck behind a rock and bushes. 

"Could you useless 'cons work any faster!?"

You shifted and looked through the foliage to see a plateau-heeled Decepticon screeching away.

"Just... Perfect."

You leaned back, "Decepticons got the jump." You whispered into your comm and waited for Ratchet to update.

"How many??"

"Their usual mining crew... I'd say 15- maybe 20?" Your servo pressed against your plating again, feeling the uneasy warmth fill your gut. 

"I'll send Bumblebee and Bulkhead out to you, see if you can get a better idea of who we're up against." Ratchet again replied, giving you something to focus on while waiting for the scout.

You shifted against the rock and ducked back into the foliage. You tread up the small hill. Thankfully the only notable figure among them was Starscream. The rest looked like workers, they wouldn't pose a huge threat. 

You kneeled, your hip plating grinding loudly, making you freeze. The combined sink of your plating and the sound made you cringe. "Fraggin' hell..." 

You grimaced and continued to stay low and wait. It was all you could do. 

You sat there watching them mine the precious Energon that should be for you and the team. That wouldnt be the case if they didn't hurry up and get Bumblebee out here.

Your plating ached. It ached in a way that made you think about Optimus. About his hands on your hips and his denta on your neck cables.

Your plating heated, and the thought of Optimus made your fuel pump thump in your chassis.

"Frag," You whispered.

Your fans kicked on, and your panels clicked.

"Ratchet I- I'm not feeling well..." You swallowed hard.

"Not well?? What are your readings showing?"

You checked your monitor, looking down at the diagnostics on your forearm. You were experiencing intense tightening just above your hip plating. And the rising temperature caused your fuel lines to tangle and a lightheaded feeling to sink in.

"My plating feels... Too tight."

"Is it painful?"

"Yeah."

"Can you make it back?"

"I.. Yeah.." You started to stand.

You paused, and your servo came to your stomach plating. Your Energon levels were down to 40% despite your rationing before you left.

"Bumblebee and Bulkhead are on their way to your coordinates."

Optimus was in the other room, concentrating on some old data pads he skimmed whenever he wasn't on missions.

He heard Ratchet in the other room but tuned him out. A tight warmth grew in his chest which caused him to adjust and shake his shoulders slightly. But as he read the feeling grew more prominent until he couldn't ignore it. His EM field pulsed, feeling that faint pulse of your spark alongside his. It felt uneven. The usual soft pump in rhythm that comforted the Matrix in his chest felt off. 

Optimus pressed his servo to his chassis and tuned in to the feeling. Your spark throbbed against his rhythmically. The tight pulse and pull yearning for him, tugging the Matrix as if new life was growing the strength to stir from your chest.

It made him forget to breathe. He adjusted his optics again and pressed his chassis shut again, unaware it had come slightly ajar.

You leaned up against the rock, listening for anything around you with your servo still pressed against your abdomen. Footsteps softly came up behind you, a servo touching your shoulder. You jumped slightly and looked up to see Bumblebee. He whirred softly and pressed a digit to his helm as he moved toward the 'cons.

Bulkhead was close behind him. You sucked in the minor pain, took a deep breath and got on your feet again. You drew your arm cannon and followed the mechs out into the open.

"Hey, Screamer!" Bulkhead shouted and clanged his fists together. 

Starscream saw the three of you and frowned deeply. "Autobots!" His wings fluttered in a panic. "Get them!" He ordered the 'cons. They abandoned their mining and ran at you three.

You shot at the first wave, taking them down before they could get too close. Bumblebee and Bulkhead worked together to get the bigger bots and leave the smaller ones for you.

As you went to take another shot the ache returned.

You winced, taking down the miner and looking around the area. Starscream was nowhere in sight.

You were about to comm Ratchet, but a sharp pain in your chassis forced you to hunch over and hold yourself.

The energy in your veins is pumps and pulses. Bulkhead noticed you and quickly rushed to your side, defending your flank while you recovered. You recovered and moved toward the Energon reserve. Bumblebee and Bulkhead held their position. You rushed to the middle of the pit, Starscream jumping down in front of you.

"Where are you going?" He grinned and aimed his arm at you, spindly digit threatening to pull the trigger.

"Starscream-" You held a hand up, the other resting against the pain in your plating.

"Oh, you're not getting any mercy today!" He lunged at you and shot a round into your shoulder. You tumbled to the ground, the pain seering your plating. "Frag-" You reached your knee up and kicked him off, deflecting his arm that swung at you, twisting and throwing him off of you. His nimble frame was back on his feet in seconds. Luckily so were you. You raised your fists, blocking his left hook, his sharp arm plating screeching against yours.

His leg swept under your ankle and threw you to the ground again. He stood over you and aimed his arm in your face. "I've been waiting for this... Megatron will praise me." 

You panted and tilted your head back. "I wouldn't be too sure of that..."

A shadow fell over you both. Starscream's wings tucked in defeat as a fist violently shoved him out of the way and threw him against the wall. Starscream yelped, rock falling and landing in his lap.

Optimus stood over you, his servo reached for you and grabbed your arm to pull you up.

You winced and held yourself, feeling your struts and plates shift uncomfortably.

"Thank you."

He nodded firmly, activating his arm cannon and placing a protective arm on your shoulder. He moved you somewhere safer and rejoined the fight. You watched him go and smiled softly. Ratchet split from the group and came over to you. You slowly sat down and looked up at him as he worked. You took a deep breath and looked down. Your spark was warm, and your chest felt like it was going at a million beats per second.

Ratchet checked your diagnostics and nodded. "That was one of my fears... We need to get you out of here." You looked at him. How he looked at you made your spark flutter but for the wrong reasons. "Ratchet it's not..."

"It is. Optimus had a hunch."

You shuddered softly. Ratchet kept you sat down and watched over you protectively until the sound above the reserve grew quiet. Starscream squirmed out from his place and transformed, flying off. 

"We'll get him next time." You said.

"I'd say so." Bulkhead approached.

You tried standing but were met with resistance.

"I can walk," you said stubbornly, moving your hips slightly. Ratchet gave you a firm look and kept you down. Optimus walked over, the other two moving away so he could come close to you.

"It's as you thought, Optimus," Ratchet said and got up. He motioned the others to follow him and they went to look over the Energon.

You looked up at Optimus softly and searched his optics to try and identify any anger in his face. Or, anything. Any emotion would be great right about now. "I... I don't know how I didn't notice sooner... When would we even-"

Optimus gently reached out and took your servo. You looked down and then back up. Optimus fully kneeled to your side, squeezing your servo. "I am not upset. I'm not... anything, right now."

You sighed softly. "I should have known... all the signs were there." You looked down, "I should have known."

Optimus' faceplates softened, "I'm glad you're alright." He let go of your servo and cupped your faceplate, tilting his head down. Your shoulders loosened a little. You reached up to cup his neck when his helm met yours. He welcomed your EM field into his, surrounding you with a mellow warmth that soothed your hydraulics.

You were a nervous wreck. He knew that.

You leaned forward and nuzzled into his neck cables.

"Optimus.."

"I need to get you and the team home." His voice rumbled low in his chassis, soothing you with something fierce. He slowly leaned back and helped you up. Your knees wobbled and crumbled underneath you. Optimus caught you effortlessly, a large hand spreading across your breastplates, helping you lean back up. "Easy.." He kept you close to his body, a comforting weight in your chest that reminded you you were safe.

"I've never had to carry someone so much before."

You smiled up at him. "I wouldn't mind if you did it more often." 

He cracked a small smile at that. He effortlessly pulls you up off your pedes and against his warm chest. The others got the Energon they could, and Ratchet called Arce to open the bridge and bring you back to base. Optimus went first with you in his arms. He held you tightly and protectively as he made his way through the tunnel.

The team followed close behind, Arce shutting the bridge and coming to Ratchet's side.

"What happened out there?"

Ratchet looked up at Optimus, they shared a silent conversation for a moment before Ratchet turned back to his computer. "Mishap, come on, let's get the rest of this, yes?" The others nodded and followed Ratchet's instruction.

Optimus brings you back to your berthroom and slowly sets you down. Now that you were in private you could properly talk.

"I am not mad."

You looked up at him.

"I don't want you to think I am. We are in a dangerous war. I cannot blame you for this, nor am I mad at you for it. You couldn't have predicted this. I couldn't have either." He knew that wasn't entirely the case. You two were sexually reserved, sure. But you could have avoided this.

He gently reached out and touched the side of your helm. You leaned into it and reached up to touch his wrist.

"I am..." He paused. He didn't know what he was. How he felt, it was very mixed emotions. "I don't know what I feel."

You understood.

You leaned forward and nuzzled his wrist. You looked up at him with soft optics, "It doesn't change anything?" 

To that, Optimus shook his helm. "No, not a chance." You looked down, and a smile formed across your derma. "If it means anything... I wouldn't do this with anyone else."

Optimus chuckled softly.

You sat up a bit straighter. 

"I wouldn't feel privileged to raise a sparkling if it weren't with you." He said, his thumb tracing your jaw.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He held you, his hand on your jaw slowly traveling to the back of your helm. His EM field pulsed around you, warming you as it wrapped around your body. He pulled back and pressed his helm to yours.

"I'm glad we're in this together." You whispered. Optimus was quiet in favor of kissing you again. One servo comes down to protectively rest against your abdominal plating.

If Primus brings him a child, then who is he to say no? It may not be the ideal condition, but he wouldn't want to raise a sparkling with someone else.

You gleamed up at him. He returned the soft smile, gently nudging your forehead. "You're going to be a sire," Your smile grew wider, the momentary fear and worry that troubled you replaced by the joyful realization of what was to come.

Optimus couldn't help thinking of the future, of Megatron, of others who would get to hurt you, who surely would try to lay a hand on his child. Megatron wouldn't go that far... Would he?

He didn't fragging care. Not right now. Right now he allowed himself to bring his walls down, to hold you and kiss you all over until you giggled.

"And you, my Cybertronian beauty, the carrier of our sparkling."

A higher honor than anything. And even if sometimes Optimus didn't have it all figured out, he knew that if there was any time to commit to being the best sparkmate he could, it was now. For you, and for your sparkling.

After all... It wouldn't be long. He could feel it in his spark.

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💐 Remember, you’re the one who can fill the world with sunshine 💐

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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!

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Greetings everyone!!! Sadly this isn't an art post, but that aside we have an emergency!!! And this is more important than that. Someone's life in on the line, and I just can't stay silent because of what I'd just witness. But what I can say it that I've been scrolling through a bunch of stories and found this person, who really needs all the love and support as they can get. I'll admit when I saw this post I didn't know what to do and I was scared but at the same time I can't just stand here and watch as someone take their own life. If anyone of you know who they are please reach out and help them!!! They even set out a date when they'll be taking their own life, send them support as much as you can. I really can't do anything besides doing this and I really hope it helps.

Their user name is @/Problematic_enby on Ao3. I'll be honest I usually don't pry into people's business but this is really serious.

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💐 Remember, you’re the one who can fill the world with sunshine 💐

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♥ Hi, I love your work and I have a request about a scenario with Father!Cole chilling one the deck of the Bounty, with his Wife(Reader), and their one year old baby. Like baby bonding time.

Fatherhood — Cole Brookstone x reader

Heya! I’m slowly clearing out my inbox, and have wanted to write some father cole for awhile. Figured this is a good place to start! I’m gonna mix this with an older story I had.

summary: Cole is nervous he’ll end up like his dad and be a horrible father, and the reader has to calm his nerves about it.

warnings: none

No, no, no, no! This can’t be happening.

Cole felt an overwhelming amount of emotions hit him at once when he found Y/n’s pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test. What the hell was he going to do?

It’s not like he didn’t want a baby… in fact, ever since he fathered Master Wu, starting a family with her was something that constantly crossed his mind, more often than he’d want to admit. But now that it was actually happening, and the proof was in his shaking, dark hands, he felt frozen in time.

“I… I need a minute,” was all he could bring himself to say. He forced back the image of her shocked, teary eyes at his response, and ran out of their room to be alone, his thoughts racing a mile a minute.

What was most painful was the uncertainty of it all. They were already engaged to be married, but Cole and her both were Elemental Masters of Earth and Wind, respectfully. They couldn’t just abandon their duties as Ninja. How could they raise a child and still be apart of the team?

Oh God, the team… what would they think?

What would my father think? Damn that man…

Cole let out a heavy sigh as he leaned against the bounty’s nose’s railings, looking down at the obscured city below. This would be easier for him if he had a proper father figure to go off of. But he didn’t. His father was a mess.

His mother raised him more than his father had. All his dad cared about was his quartet, and raising Cole to be a carbon copy of him. Would Cole unknowingly to the same to his child…?

“I wish you were here, mom,” Cole muttered softly, looking down at his hands and arms. He admired the tattoos up his arms that would glow when he used his powers with a frown, “I’m no father. I’m just a ninja, that’s all I’m good at… I need your help more than ever. I wish you were still here.”

“I don’t want to disappoint Y/n, but I… I cant be the father she’d want me to be. I’d just end up like my dad, and I don’t know what I’d do if I ended up like my dad…” He began to tear up, clenching his jaw. “I just need help…” he spoke softly, his soft whisper being drowned out by the hum of the Bounty’s engine.

Gentle footsteps could be heard behind him followed by a soft call of his name. Cole perked up and turned around, feeling ashamed. “Y/n,” he sighed, looking at the ground.

“Cole… If you.. if you don’t want this baby, I.. I’ll have to leave. I want to have this child more than anything, and I’ll do anything for them. Even if that means I have to walk away,” she began to say. Her eyes were already red from crying — she was probably crying to Pixal or Nya to get advice. His heart sank as he saw how gutted his fiancée looked.

“No! No, baby, please don’t leave!” Cole immediately perked up and walked over to her, embracing her in one of his signature tight hugs. “I just… I’m terrified.”

“Why, Cole?” she replied softly, cupping his cheek and looking up at him. “You’d be an amazing father!”

“No, I wouldn’t. I don’t know how to be a good father. My dad never was a true dad to me, especially after my mother passed. I don’t know if I could be the father you need me to be for them,” he admitted sadly.

She frowned, “Cole, you took Master Wu under your wing and basically raised him from an infant into a grown old man again in a heartbeat. You had that fatherly instinct that all dads have and you were a damn good father. I know you would be an even better father to your own child, too.” She moved her hand to hold his, squeezing it gently with a smile. He seemed to smile back, although faintly.

“But that was different… I was just taking care of a random baby who happened to be my Master. And he grew up within what, a week?” Cole began to protest. “So? You still did everything in your power to protect and raise him. Honey, I know you. You are a wonderful, kind man and an absolute sweetheart — and you have a fierce need to protect those you love. Those qualities are what will make you a great father.” she replied.

Cole felt flustered by all her praise, unsure of what to say. “I really want to have this baby with you…” he murmured, looking down into your eyes. “I’m just terrified.”

“You won’t be alone. I’m scared, too, Cole… but we’ll be by each other’s sides the whole way through. And if we need help, the other Ninja could help us, and Master Wu, Pixal, Misako… everyone. We’ll be okay. Trust me,” she replied. He closed his eyes in thought and nodded, hugging her tightly again and kissing her hair, “…Okay. I trust you.”

A year and a half later, Y/n was absolutely right.

Cole barely did anything that wasn’t for his son. The second he saw his son, he felt his whole world change. Immediately, seeing the little boy made all his previous fears melt away. He saw a perfect mixture of his wife and him, and it made his heart flutter everytime.

He had his tanned skin, his mother’s (e/c) eyes, and his dark black hair. He was perfect.

They both thought it would be a girl — so they had their hearts set on naming her Lily, after Cole’s mom. But, since it was a boy, they settled on (S/n) instead.

The moment Cole was done with his Ninja duties, he was right by his son’s side, taking care of him as much as possible. The love Cole had for that little boy almost rivaled the love he had for his own wife (the other Ninja liked to tease him about that a lot).

Cole had arrived back home late from a night out with the other Ninja, after celebrating a close call win. He was exhausted, and immediately went in to check on (S/n) in his room. But, he wasn’t there.

He quickly scurried to his bedroom to see if Y/n was there too, but she wasn’t. Where were they?

He immediately ran upstairs to the top deck to look for them. “Y/n? Sweetheart, where are you?”

“Over here, babe.”

Cole looked over and saw Y/n over by the side railing of the bounty, holding S/n in her arms. Cole’s heart melted and he walked over, putting his hand on her lower back and kissing her forehead gently. “Hello, my love… what are you two doing out here?” He gently ruffled his son’s growing hair, causing him to giggle.

“The sunset is pretty this time of night,” Y/n responded, looking up at her husband lovingly. “S/n was fussy too… he wasn’t ready to sleep without a daddy bedtime story to tire him out,” she smiled.

“He loves my silly stories, doesn’t he?” Cole chuckled softly, nuzzling his head against his wife’s, looking down happily at their little miracle.

“I told you,” Y/n said gently. Cole simply hummed in response, his gaze captivated by his son’s peaceful sleeping face. He reached down to hold his hand with two fingers, and S/n immediately wrapped his tiny hand around them. “I told you you’d make an amazing father,” she smirked.

Cole let out a soft laugh, leaning down to give her a soft, meaningful kiss. “You didn’t, didn’t you? I sure hope I am.”

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Hello, I have a request, Could we get a chloe x Garmadon!reader where reader is the eldest daughter of garmadon and has a secret relationship with cole and Garmadon and lloyd find out and have a very negative reaction towards it. If you feel comftable writing it could they elope, Thank you!

The Secret Ring - Garmadon!Reader x Cole Brookstone [slight smut warning]

not my gif

okay so i just want to say there is another garmadon reader x cole story out there but it is in no way copying it! i wanted to make sure that i got that out of the way first💕 thank you for the request! make sure to leave requests :)

wc: 3.2k

warnings: SOME smut (not full, but some), cussing, fluff mainly, some angst but not a lot.. reader is lloyd’s older sister

Next up: Kai x Walker!reader

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Being the daughter of Lord Garmadon was nothing short of a nightmare sometimes. That on top of being the older sister of the famed Green Ninja and the elemental master of shadow really takes a toll on one after awhile.

Let’s add onto the fact that Y/n is dating her teammate, Cole Brookstone who also happens to be the elemental master of earth. And they’re keeping it under tight wraps - because hey, when your dad’s the Dark Lord, might be a smart idea to keep it to yourself.

After Zane had died, the Ninja force grew apart fast. Everyone left to do their own things. It was even harder on Y/n, Cole, and Lloyd because she wanted to protect her younger brother (even though most of the time, Lloyd had to save her ass when she got too cocky) but also stay with her secret fiancé. Yeah, another complication to keep from her family. Yet, it was hard to balance when Lloyd was still in Ninjago City and Cole in the outskirts as a wood chopper.

It was heartbreaking to see the once tight band of brothers fall apart so easily. With everyone living vastly different walks of life, it was hard to maintain the friendships. Out of all the change, one thing stayed constant - Y/n and Cole. A few months after the events of New Ninjago City’s destruction, Cole had asked her to marry him. Immediately she had said yes, and began their now secret double life with him.

Today, Y/n had drove about an hour and a half to meet up with Cole at his apartment. She hummed to herself as she walked up to his door, and was greeted by her yawning fiancé. He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe, waving her in, “Sorry, sweetheart. Just got back from a 12 hour shift non-stop, I’m wiped.”

“Baby, you should’ve told me,” she frowned, walking in and helping him shut the door. “I would’ve let you rest and come visited you tomorrow.” Part of her wanted her fiancé rested, and the other part wanted to stay so she could stay and admire just how sexy he looked with his long black hair tussled up, and his abs and biceps out on full display.

He ran his fingertips through his hair, shaking his head no as he walked forward and pulled her into a tight hug, pressing soft kisses against her temple, “No, I wanted you here. Gives us more of an excuse to cuddle.”

“Yeah, yeah, you planned this, dork,” she giggled, kissing his nose and hugging him back, “Lucky for you since it’s the weekend I’m staying over again, so we’ll have all the time in the world.”

“All the time in the world, huh?” he pulled away and looked down at her, smirking slyly, “Whaddya got up your sleeve, princess?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased him, pulling on his shirt lapels and pulling him in for a hard kiss. He let out a low growl of approval and pulled her flush against him, his hands firmly around her hips as he deepened the kiss.

He had suddenly felt a lot more awake and immediately twirled her around, pinning her against the wall as he moved her arms above her head, entwining their fingers. She let out a little squeal of surprise as her eyes fluttered close, melting into the kiss, “Tired, huh?” she teased once they pulled away for a quick breath. He grunted, tilting her chin up as he traced his fingertip under her chin, “I think I found my second wind.”

She let out a low hum of approval as he moved down to kiss her jawline, throat, and then neck as he started feeling around for her sweet spot. Once he found it he let out a growl against her skin, starting to kiss the spot to elicit a series moan out of her. She arched her back into his body and fought back the urge to have him have his way with her, moving her neck away slightly so she could look at him, “Babe... couch,” she said breathlessly.

“Don’t wanna,” he grumbled in response, moving one hand to keep her hands firm above her head and the other, moving up her already hiking-up shirt to grip her waistline. “I want you right here.”

She continued to squirm, wanting her way, “Baby, please? You’re tired, so let me please you...” she looked up at him with innocent eyes, although her intentions were everything but innocent. He met her eyes and noticed the glint in them and he couldn’t help but smirk, pulling away and taking a step back, “...Alright, alright. Go, before I change my mind.”

She grinned and pecked his lips quickly, rushing to the couch and patting the cushion beside her. He chuckled and walked over, taking a seat beside her.

He went to open his mouth to speak but her lips were quickly firmly pressed against his, her body leaning over his as she pinned him down on the couch. She moved so once he was fully on his back she was hovering over him, her legs on both sides of him as she moved her fingertips in his messy locks of black hair. He let out a low hum of approval as he moved one hand to cup her cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb, “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Oh, hush, I haven’t even done anything yet, Cole.” she giggles, pecking his lips before trailing the chaste kisses down to his jawline and under it. She began to kiss his sweet spot - below his jaw and under his earlobe - moving her hands to trail over his exposed abs. She quickly glanced down to see how his chest heaved up and down quickly with her touch, slowly dragging her fingertips down his 6 pack as his body shivered in anticipation.

He normally never, ever let her take control. But this time he gave in so easily. Maybe it was his exhaustion, but whatever it was, Y/n loved that for once she was the one pleasuring him, and he loved every second of it, too.

“Was this why you wanted us here?” Cole let out a light chuckle, looking down at her as she slid his vest off his arms, kissing down his pecs, “Yeah, you seemed tired. I wanted to help you relax~...” she trailed her fingertips further down his chest closer to where he needed her most, his breath hitching as she trailed her fingertips over his clothed length, “Shit, sweetheart...”

She had moved her fingertips to unbuckle his belt when there was a knock at the door, making her freeze. Cole let out a childish groan of frustration as she shifted off of him, “What are the odds...” he grumbled, putting his vest back on as Y/n walked up to the door. She opened it and her eyes widened, “Lloyd?”

“Lloyd? What’s the little runt doing here?” Cole asked from the living room, walking over to the doorframe once his shirt was on and hair fixed up. Lloyd was just as confused, “Y/n? Why are you out here with Cole? I’ve been trying to find you all day!”

“I just wanted to visit him, that’s all. Why? Is everything okay?” Y/n replied, frowning. “No, nothing has been fine and you know that! After what happened the last thing I need is a missing sister!” Lloyd responded quickly. She let out a heavy sigh as Cole moved into the frame, crossing his arms, “What are you out here for, Lloyd? It’s not like you stop by that often for a friendly chit chat.”

“I was trying to find both of you to tell you that the team needs you guys. We need to get back together, start working as a -“

“Hold it. In case you haven’t noticed Lloyd? The team is gone. We’re not getting back together, we’re threw. It is not the same without Zane and it never will be. My job is here now,” Cole replied, unamused.

Lloyd let out a heavy sigh then turned to Y/n, “C’mon, sis... Ninja never quit.”

“I never did, Lloyd. It’s been you and me the past few months. I miss the team, too.” She turned to Cole sadly then looked down, as Cole felt a pang of guilt. “I need to talk to both of you, please... Meet me at Mr. Chen’s Noodle House at 8 pm sharp in the city. Don’t be late.”

“Listen up and listen up closely, Green Machine. You don’t need us anymore. You’ve been holding up just fine on your own. My job is here now, with the trees and out of the city. That’s final,” Cole responded snappily.

Lloyd clenched his jaw, “Is that where the Master of Earth should be? In the trees? You should be on the ground, Cole! Not up in the trees!” Lloyd looked at Y/n, “At least the Master of Shadows never gave up. If you change your mind, Cole... you know where to find me.” Lloyd turned and left Cole’s porch, riding off on his motorcycle.

Cole glanced over at the clock and cursed under his breath, “I can’t believe I’m letting the little rat guilt trip me into doing this.”

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That was less than 2 weeks ago. Since then, Cole, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, Y/n, and their father Garmadon set foot on a mission to Master Chen’s Tournament of Elements in search of Zane, after being told he was alive.

By now, the competition was growing fiercer. Y/n’s nerves grew as her worries about fighting one of her friends grew worse and worse, and the ninja’s fears about not finding Zane grew as well. It had been a week on this island and still no sign of Zane.

This week was the second round, and to everyone’s dismay Cole and Jay had to fight. The moment Chen mentioned Cole’s name Y/n felt her world come to a stop. It wasn’t as if Cole would just get to walk out of this. No, instead he would be cast away into a black pit of emptiness that held more questions than answers about the legitimacy of this whole affair. If Cole were to fail, would he be killed? Sent home? Or maybe just held captive? Nobody knew, and knowing that her fiancé could be in trouble by the end of the week scared Y/n half to death.

Of course - nobody else but Cole and Y/n knew why she was so on edge. Nobody else, including her family, knew of their secret engagement. Hell, nobody even knew they were dating, and they planned to keep it that way. Sadly, due to them constantly being so close over the week, Lloyd began to grow suspicious.

Garmadon was more more observant than the couple seemed to have noticed. Garmadon quickly drew more curious by the day as he watched his daughter near the black ninja. Though he knew and respected Cole as a hero, he absolutely hated the idea of his babygirl dating someone, let alone one of the Ninja (even if she was one herself).

That night, Y/n had grown lazy trying to sneak into Cole’s room. She hadn’t even checked to make sure Lloyd and Garmadon were asleep before venturing through the halls to find her lover’s room. Garmadon permitted Lloyd to sneaking around and seeing what they were up to with each other, and boy did Lloyd think he’d regret it.

She quietly knocked on his door, looking around as she waited for Cole to open it. Once he did, he grinned at his fiancée and pulled her in for a quick kiss, “There’s my beautiful girl.”

“Mmh, trying to butter me up early, hmm?” she giggled, kissing him back. “Think you’ll get something out of me?” “More like something off of you,” Cole smirked, leading her in by resting his large hand on the small of her back, shutting and locking the door. Lloyd gasped and nearly gagged, jumping down from the support beam he was hiding on and rushing to his father’s quarters, “DAD!”

Garmadon was already outside his door, motioning for Lloyd to stop sprinting and to lower his voice, “What is it, son? Did you see them?”

Lloyd nodded quickly and shook his head, “They’re dating - I saw them kiss! And I think they’re... uhm. I think they’re about to...” Lloyd groaned at the thought of his sister doing... THAT with his teammate of all people. Talk about a fucking disgusting mental image.

Garmadon’s face fell and he immediately sprinted down the hallway to Cole’s room as he tried to contain his anger. He wasn’t sure who he was angry most with - Cole, for messing around with his daughter, or his actual daughter for not letting him know about this ordeal.

Once he got to his room, he quickly pounded on the door, “Cole, come outside now!” he said sternly, his voice oddly calm and low.

Taking a step back, from inside the room he heard a lot of scrambling and hushed whispers from the two of them. He rolled his eyes as he tapped his staff against the floor in annoyance. After a moment, Cole opened the door wearing just pants, opening the door only just enough for him to look at him, “Heyyy, Sensei Garmadon! What, uh... what’s up?”

“What do you think you’re doing with my daughter?” He yelled at him. Cole let out a small gasp of surprise and took a step back, “N-nothing, sir! She’s not here at all, she’s in her room last I checked!”

“How could she be in her room if I just saw you guys kiss not even 15 minutes ago?” Lloyd said, glaring at Cole. “Get the hell away from my sister!” he yelled, lunging at him and pushing his way into his room. Cole let out a yell of surprise as he staggered to stop Lloyd from knocking him over, “Hands off you crazy little shit—!” Cole snapped, quickly pinning him against the wall. “Get out of my room!”

“Get the hell off my sister!” Lloyd grunted as he started to fight Cole. Y/n came out of the bathroom and gasped, seeing Lloyd and Garmadon either fighting or angrily glaring at Cole. “Guys! Stop, what the hell is going on?!” She quickly started to rush over when Garmadon stopped her, “Him?! Of all people, him? Firstly, you have no right to run around dating whoever you want without consulting me first - let alone having a secret boyfriend! Secondly, dating someone from your own team is not professional and dangerous! Your personal feelings could get in the way of your powers and cloud your judgement!” Garmadon immediately yelled at her.

She looked at him in pure shock and anger, “Excuse me?! You’re treating me as if I’m 15! I’m 22, and I can make my own decisions and that includes dating whoever the hell I want!”

“Don’t get snappy with me young lady, I’m your father and I know what’s good for you!” He yelled back. “You should not date ANY one of the Ninja - it’s dangerous!”

“You were NEVER there!” Y/n yelled, glaring up at him as she grit her teeth, “I was 12 when you left us - 12! Lloyd was fucking 4! I never had my father back until a few months ago, do you even realize that?! I don’t have to listen to you, I’ll do what I want! Cole is someone I actually love!”

Garmadon fell silent. He clenched his jaw, “You know I had no choice.”

“Don’t give me the same bullshit excuse Mom gave us, that won’t work on me! I love Cole, Dad. That won’t change. I’ve loved him since we were first formed, and I don’t love him any less now. He... we’re even engaged now.”

Cole looked at her with a softened gaze after Lloyd let him go. “You’re... engaged? And you still didn’t tell us?” Lloyd asked softly, hurt. “When were you planning to, if at all?”

“We... hadn’t talked about that yet.” Y/n glanced over at Cole sadly, “But I knew you would react this way, and even now I still don’t get it. You know Cole is a good man, so why is this so bad?”

“I’m worried for you! You’re my sister, I have to protect you!” Lloyd replied, crossing his arms. “Lloyd, you’re my brother, but i’m your older sister. I can take care of myself. I appreciate it, but... just don’t. Not when it comes to Cole.”

He looked down and shifted his feet, sighing, “I just wanted to help.”

“And I just wanted to protect you. I don’t... I don’t want my little girl hurt,” Garmadon admitted. Y/n was silent for a moment, then finally met his gaze. He looked ashamed, and a hint of embarrassment, too. But more than anything she saw nothing but love for his child. She softened, “I know, dad. But I’m a big girl, okay? And Cole has been nothing but a gentlemen to me. He’s treated me perfectly and I know he’ll continue to do that until the day he dies.”

“She’s right, sir,” Cole said softly. He stepped behind her and put his hand on her shoulder gently, “I really love her, Sensei. If you accept me... I really, really want to marry her still.”

She felt her heart flutter and she looked up at him, moving her hand up to entwine with his and squeezing softly. Garmadon looked at him with a moment of uncertainty and sighed, looking out the window in thought for a fleeting moment. He let out a low him and walked forward to Cole, putting his hand on his shoulder, “Treat her well, son.”

Cole’s eyes brightened and he smiled, “You.. you called me son.” “Of course I did. You’ll be apart of the family now, right?”

Y/n squealed and hugged him tightly, “Thank you, thank you!” Garmadon chuckled and hugged her back, then once she pulled back pulled Cole into a hug as well, “I know you are strong and have a will to protect those you love. I know it will be no different for my little girl.”

“I won’t let you down, sir,” Cole grinned. Garmadon nodded and put his hand on Lloyd’s shoulder, “Let’s leave them to it, son. Goodnight to both of you - make sure you rest up, Cole. Your fight with Jay is tomorrow afternoon.”

Cole nodded, “I won’t let you down.”

Once they left, Cole tugged on her hand and she turned around, “Whats up, handsome?” Cole looked up at her and a faint blush dusted his tanned cheeks, “...Let’s elope.”

She let out a soft gasp and her eyes widen, looking at him confusedly, “..babe? are you serious?” He nodded, rubbing his thumb over her hand, “Yeah. I don’t want to wait anymore. If something happens to me tomorrow, I want to make sure I’m your husband first.”

“C-Cole!” she sniffled, starting to cry as she hugged him super tightly, “I-I’d love to! But when? How? We don’t have anything!”

“We’ll do it tonight. Ask Lloyd or Kai or someone to officiate it, okay? I just don’t want to wait any longer,” Cole replied, cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him tightly as she kissed him back, feeling overwhelmed with love.

“Let’s do it.”

[captainz00m]

Hi! I read some of your ninjago work and really loved it! I especially liked the 2 part cole imagine! It was so wholesome and the 2nd part was both hot AND cute?? How?? I've never found both in the same imagine before haha. Anyway, I was wondering if you could maybe write another one where the reader and cole are best friends who end up sleeping together with the intention to only do it for the experience but they end up falling in love after a while? If that makes sense? Lol sorry i usually don't send requests but hope this is okay, thanks in advance :)

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!!! 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖! 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍: "𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜" 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚓𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢.

i can't sleep no more

in my head, we belong

and i can't be without you

why can't i find no one like you?

need to know. | cole x reader

“You’re going down, greenie!”

“No way, my health bar is almost full.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!”

You chuckle quietly as you watch Kai, Jay, and Lloyd fight each other on some new video game. As amusing as it is, it’s not the reason why you elected to spend your off day here. You glance around, wondering where the ninja in question ran off to.

You stand shortly after, leaving your friends to their game. Their competitive yells become muffled as you wander through the Bounty, checking a few rooms before coming across the ninja’s shared room. The door is closed, so you knock a few times.

“Come in,” invites a voice.

You push the door open, revealing Cole – your best friend of many years – sitting on his bed, a closed book on his lap. It seems as if he had been reading because a bookmark is sandwiched between the pages.

“Hey! No one told me you were visiting today!” he greets, smiling as you step towards him.

“Yeah, it was kind of a last-minute thing. Lloyd brought me up.”

“You could’ve texted me,” he replies, pushing the book off of his lap as he opens his arms. You giggle, immediately going to hug him. He pulls you down so that you’re seated between him and the wall.

“I know. It just so happened that I was talking to Lloyd when the idea came up,” you reply with a chuckle. “Sorry.”

“Well, at least you’re here now. We haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, things have been busy. I’ve missed you guys, though.”

“And we’ve missed you,” he notes as you lay your head on his shoulder.

You smile, butterflies suddenly welling within your tummy as you think about the question you have for him. “Hey…um, can I ask you a kind of…weird question?”

“Of course.”

You sigh. “Okay. And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, because I don’t want to seem weird or anyth-“

“Have you been hanging out with Jay lately?”

“Huh?”

“Because you’re rambling,” he says with a chuckle. “Just ask me, dork. You know I don’t judge.”

“Okay…” you mumble, sighing. “Well…I’ve been thinking….”

“Oh no.”

“Shut up!” you growl with a slight laugh. “But…uh….have you had sex before?”

“Nope,” he answers, surprisingly casual. That makes you breathe a sigh of relief. “I want to save my first time for someone special.”

You relax a bit, smirking as you poke him in the ribs. “Am I special?”

“No.”

You gasp, feigning an offended expression. “Wow. So blunt.”

“I’m kidding,” he replies, laughing when you shake your head. “But yes. You are special. Are you saying that…?”

“…I want to try it? Yeah.”

“With me?”

“Yeah…but if you don’t want to, it’s okay. I don’t want to pressure you or anything.”

“I’m not against the idea,” he admits. “But why me?”

“Because I trust you. And I feel comfy with you.”

“Oh. Not just for my good looks, then?”

You snicker, slapping his chest lightly. “You’re starting to sound like Kai, and that’s unattractive.”

Cole laughs as you snuggle into his side, grateful that things didn’t turn out awkward. “Duly noted.”

A few moments of silence ensue as a small smile lines your face. “I love that I can comfortably ask you weird questions,” you admit, turning to look up at him with a sheepish smile.

“I love that you are comfortable asking me weird questions,” he adds, lazily slinging his arm around you. “Speaking of which. When and where are we going to do it?”

“My apartment. And I’ll need like…two days to prepare,” you say. “How about this weekend?”

“That sounds good. By the way...are you...?”

“On birth control?” you finish. “Yes.”

“Okay, good,” he replies. “I’ll bring condoms too, just to be safe.”

“Epic,” you mumble, threading your fingers through his. “Thanks, Cole.”

He hums in response, taking a moment to squeeze your hand. “I’m not even going to lie – I’m actually kind of excited to share this experience with you.”

A warm feeling flutters throughout your heart as you nod in response. “So am I, Cole.”

…

You’re starting to freak out.

After taking a few deep breaths, you run through the mental checklist of things to do. Shower? Done. Sheets washed? Yep. Place relatively clean? Of course. Pretty lingerie? On and ready to rock.

You sigh, tying the belt of your bathrobe into a loose knot. Its fuzzy fabric protects your skin from the chilly air around you. Hopefully I won’t be cold for much longer.

It’s just Cole – there’s no reason to worry. Worst comes to worst the two of you can just stop and forget this happened.

You decide to make some final preparations as you wait for Cole to arrive. After straightening up a few more items, you hear the doorbell to your apartment ringing. You take a deep breath as you prepare to open it.

“Hey,” you greet as the door opens to reveal Cole standing there.

“Hey,” he repeats. You step aside, allowing him to enter. He slips in quietly as you close and lock the door behind him.

It’s then you notice his outfit: faded black jeans paired with a worn orange hoodie. He rarely wears civvies due to his status as a ninja, but you always appreciate when he does since his casual outfits suit him well. Not that you don’t like his gis, because you do, but there was something so cute about him in civvies.

Additionally, it gives you a chance to steal his hoodies.

“How are you doing?” he asks as he takes his shoes off, setting them by the door.

“I’m all right. Kind of nervous, but I guess that’s to be expected,” you admit. “How about you?”

“Honestly, I’m pretty much in the same boat.”

You giggle as you grab his hand, pulling him towards your room. “We can take it slow.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

After guiding him inside your room, you release his hand and gently shut the door. A whelm of butterflies suddenly overcomes you as you swallow, heart starting to race a little.

“We don’t have to do this,” he notes softly. You forget at how good he is at detecting your mood shifts.

“No, I still want to,” you assure, smiling appreciatively. “Like I said, I’m just a little nervous.”

“I’m nervous too,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck as he averts his gaze. “And that reminds me. I was thinking that since this is new for both of us, we should pick a safe word.”

That eases your nerves a bit, so you nod. “Yeah. I like that. What should the word be, though?”

“Cake.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course you pick that. Whatever, it works.”

He chuckles as the two of you fall silent for a second. “So, uh…do I just…?”

With a giggle, your fingers go to untie the knot of your bathrobe. Once it’s undone, you slip the fabric off of your shoulders, allowing it slip to the floor.

“Holy shit…” Cole mumbles, eyes going wide as he stares at you. You giggle at his reaction, kicking the robe off to the side.

“I wasn’t sure what to wear at first,” you say, glancing down at your lingerie. It consists of a matching bra, panty, and garter belt set. The bra and panties are made of lace, depicting an intricate pattern. Clipped to the garter belt is a pair of solid black thigh highs. “But I thought this would do.”

“It’s sexy as hell,” he notes. “Fuck, how did you know that thigh highs are my weakness?”

“I don’t know, I just thought you’d go for them,” you reply, chuckling softly. You can’t help but shudder as you feel one of his arms slipping around your waist, not realizing that he had stepped closer.

“You’re so beautiful…” he mumbles, his voice lowering. You suck in a deep breath, not missing how he’s backing you against the door.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say, feeling your back hit the wall.

He hums lowly, resting his forehead against your own. “I’m gonna bite those thighs.”

You shudder in anticipation as his gaze slips to your neck, lowering his head so that he can trail a line of kisses across your skin. A soft moan escapes you as he graces your skin with the embrace of his kiss, the touch sparking bliss throughout you.

The chain of kisses pauses just below your ear. His hands sneak their way to your waist as he pulls away, gazing at you.

“Doing okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, smiling appreciatively. “Yes. Are you?”

“I am,” he answers, retracting his hands for a moment so he can slip out of his hoodie and shirt. Your breath hitches at the sight of his torso as he tosses the unneeded articles to the floor.

After all these years, I tend to forget just how gorgeous this man is.

“See something you like?” he teases with a slight simper.

“Oh, like you were any better when I took my robe off!” you retort with a laugh.

“I guess we’re just too sexy for our own good, huh?” Cole jokes.

You giggle, winding your arms around his neck as you press yourself against him. He gazes at you with a soft smile as he circles his arms around your waist. “Damn straight.”

Keeping your right arm around his neck, you trail your left hand down to his collarbone. Just underneath lies one of his scars – a jagged one that runs vertically. He smooshes you against the door once again as your fingertips trace the marking.

“I didn’t realize you had so many scars,” you whisper, hooking your legs around his waist when he picks you up again.

“I don’t like them,” he replies, glancing down at your hand.

“Why not?”

He shrugs, linking his free hand with yours. “I just don’t.”

“I think they’re beautiful,” you mumble, wiggling your hand out of his grip so that you can cup his cheek, thumb grazing his jawline as his emerald eyes gaze into yours. “Will you tell me how you got them some time?”

He nods, gently enveloping your hand in his. “Yeah, I will.”

Another smile crosses your lips as you stare at him again. He returns the grin, this time holding your gaze. It lasts for a few more heartbeats before he brings both hands underneath your chin, pinning you against the door as his hands lock your head in place. Your breath hitches when he slowly dips his head down, eyes lidding as his nose brushes against yours. You exhale a shaky breath as you close your eyes, feeling his lips press against yours seconds later.

Your heart pounds within your chest, a foreign achiness flooding throughout you. Why does this feel so liberating…? And why is there an underlying pain that you’ve not sensed before? What could that mean?

You push that thought away, deciding you’ll confront it later. Cole pulls away moments later, staring at you for a second before hooking his hands underneath your thighs again. He carries you away from the door, gently lowering you onto your bed.

A sudden chill rushes over you when he separates from you, but subsides when he crawls over you. As soon as his eyes meet yours, a fierce desire to kiss him again overcomes you. You pull him down towards you, crashing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss that leaves you breathless. After sharing kisses for about a minute or so, Cole moves to your neck.

You moan as you feel his tongue brushing against your skin, slinging your arms around him. After tilting your neck, you feel a sharp pain emanating from the location of his kiss. You suck in a sharp breath, realizing he’d bitten you.

“Cole…” you mumble, moaning again when he presses another kiss against the mark.

“Sorry,” he admits, shifting his gaze to your eyes. “Too much?”

You shake your head. “I actually liked it…”

“Oh?” he hums, expression turning mischievous as he flicks his stare to your legs. “In that case…”

You giggle, growing excited as he sits up and scoots backwards. His hands settle on your thighs as you press your legs together.

“Holy hell…” he mumbles, pressing his fingers against your flesh. “Your fucking thighs….”

You smile as you watch him. “Touch me?”

“With pleasure,” he replies with a smirk, dipping a finger between the fabric of your thigh-highs and skin. He removes his finger, watching as the material snaps back into place.

“I don’t want these to come off,” he admits, gently slipping his hands between your knees. You giggle, spreading your legs a little bit.

“They don’t have to. They can stay on without the garter belt, though they’ll probably fall down a little bit.”

“Nice,” he states, gently rubbing your skin. “Damn…”

With that statement, he lowers his to gently kiss the top part of your right thigh. You shudder, relaxing your head as he continues to kiss your skin. The sensation intensifies when he moves to your inner thighs, his lips eliciting an electric buzz throughout your abdomen. Soon enough, he bites down on what he realized to be a sensitive spot, drawing another moan from you.

“Cole…” you drawl, whimpering again when he bites the inner part of your other thigh.

“Still okay?” he asks as he raises his head, crawling back towards you.

“Yeah,” you answer, smiling appreciatively. “Are you?”

“I’m thriving,” he jokes, chuckling. You laugh lightly, sitting up a bit.

“I’m glad to hear it. The real test is seeing if you can unclip a bra, though.”

He snickers. “It can’t be that hard.”

“It’s not once you get used to it,” you say, laying back down again.

“I want to enjoy it for a minute,” he confesses as he glances down at your bra. “It’s so pretty. Have you always had this set?”

“No, I got new stuff because I didn’t really have pretty lingerie on hand,” you respond.

“You didn’t have to buy anything just for tonight. You’d look beautiful in anything.”

His words draw a smile from you. “Well…thank you, but I really wanted tonight to be special for us.”

“It already is special,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

A newfound warmth floods within you as you gaze at him. What is this man doing to you?

“But please understand that I am in no way, shape or form complaining about what you’re wearing,” he notes with a lighthearted tone.

“Noted,” you reply with a brief laugh. “So, leaving it on for now?”

“Yeah,” he answers, taking a moment to kiss the tip of your nose before lowering his head to your chest.

The light mood shifts back into the previous, lust-ridden atmosphere as he immediately kisses your collarbone, settling one his right hand on your breast. Your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head back, sighing in bliss. How could a touch feel so electrifying?

He focuses his next few kisses on the tops of your breasts, fingertips memorizing the texture of the lace lining the bra. The room is quiet for a while, save for your intermingling breaths and soft moans resulting from his continued ministrations.

Minutes pass as his lips dance across your chest, eventually sneaking his hands underneath your back so that he can attempt to unclip your bra. You snicker upon feeling his hands fumble with the fabric.

“That’s what I thought would happen,” you state, sitting up so you can properly unhook the clasp, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. “Bam. Titties.”

That elicits a laugh from Cole, the sound making you chuckle as well as you lay back down. The chilly air summons a brigade of goosebumps on your skin that surrender upon regaining his warmth. Once more, he presses his forehead against yours.

“Pretty,” he mutters as you enjoy the sensation of his fingers whispering against your skin.

You smile, bringing your hand up to grasp his gently. You run the tips of your fingers over his knuckles as you glance up at him.

“Thank you for keeping it slow,” you mumble as he rotates his hand in yours so that he can hold it.

“Of course,” he replies, settling on his side next to you. Your breath hitches as you note how close his face is to you.

For a moment, the two of you simply gaze at each other, hands locked and resting on your chest. You’ve enjoyed the attention he’s given you, but he deserves some too. With his childhood being filled with so much neglect, you know he needs a little love shown to him.

Your smile softens slightly. “Lay down for me?”

He nods, a curious expression on his face as he flattens his back against the bed. You place your hands on his chest as you straddle him, gently tracing your nails against his skin. He shudders underneath your touch, swallowing slightly.

“You deserve a little attention too,” you mumble, lowering your head so that you can force him to meet your gaze. “Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

He nods, eyes trained on you. “I trust you.”

That makes your heart warm as you smile down at him. He trusts you. That evokes a foreign feeling within you, but you push it aside as you get ready to do your thing.

You initiate your turn by kissing him deeply. His hands come to grab the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. Once you separate, you move your lips to focus on the skin underneath his jaw, trailing kisses down to his neck. You hear him sighing as he relaxes against you, so you take that as a good sign.

You shift your stare to his scar, his earlier words coming back to you as you trace it. What people say about the human body being a canvas of art is true – he’s so handsome. Part of you wants to ask him where this one came from, but something tells you to wait. The silence is perfect for now, and you don’t want to ruin the moment.

Instead, you lean down to kiss it, hands moving down to his abs. You can’t get over how well-sculpted he is; it truly is a testament to how hard he works during his training to better himself. That thought makes you smile as you caress his abs lightly, now sitting up straight again.

“Doing okay?” you ask, voice soft as you study him.

With lidded eyes, he nods. “Yeah.”

Good, not too fast then. You smile in response, deciding to focus your next few moments on his lower half.

Your eyes trail down, eventually spotting his v-line. Sucking in a deep breath, you can’t help but shudder in anticipation. How can that be such a turn on?

You can’t help but press your fingers against the toned area, eliciting a soft moan from him.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” you say suddenly, looking back up to him.

“Gorgeous?” he questions.

You nod. “You are. Scars and all…Cole, you’re beautiful.”

He remains silent for a few seconds before one of his rare, genuine smiles erupts on his face. The sight of it makes your heart flutter. “Thank you.”

You nod, taking a moment to commit that picture to memory. “I love it when you smile like that.”

That manages to beckon a bit of red to his cheeks as he shakes his head. “W-What? Isn’t this how I always smile?”

You giggle softly. “Your normal smile is cute too, but that one was genuine.”

He suddenly brings his hands to his face, saying your name softly. You chuckle, deciding to back off for the moment.

“Okay, okay, but it’s true,” you reply.

“Thank you,” Cole mumbles as he drops his hands. “I really do appreciate it.”

You smile as you shimmy down a bit, now having his belt buckle in your view as the conversation dies down once more. His stare remains trained on you as your fingers start undoing the buckle. He lifts his hips once you get it undone, pulling the belt out of the loops of his jeans and tossing it to the side.

It’s now you notice his erection starting to rise. That makes you giggle slightly as your fingers start undoing the buttons, finally getting the zipper down.

That prompts you to change positions so that he can stand and take them off, leaving him in his boxers. You follow his lead and wiggle out of your panties, tossing them to the side.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. Seeing him glance at your now naked body is…well. Awkward for you. But not as awkward as you first thought it would be. In fact, you’re starting to get excited for what’s to come.

“Okay, I’m not going to lie,” Cole starts as he approaches the edge of the bed. “I want to eat you out now. Your thighs, paired with that garter belt…damn.”

You snicker as he crawls back onto the bed. “I am not opposed to that. So long as I can return the favor, of course.”

“Babe, I am so down for that,” he replies, setting his hands on your knees. Your eyes widen when you realize he called you ‘babe’.

Cole gently pushes your knees apart, allowing you to flatten them as he slides his hands up to your thighs. He squeezes them a few times before glancing back up at you. “Are you still sure about this?”

“Yes. I trust you,” you answer, repeating his words from earlier. That makes him smile as he slowly dips his head between your inner thighs, pressing a hesitant kiss to your labia. You moan, heart beginning to race.

“Cole…” you whisper, resting the back of your forearm on your forehead as you feel yourself becoming wetter.

“Still okay?”

“Yes,” you reply, breath beginning to escape you. “Keep going.”

He obeys without another word, tongue immediately flicking across your clit. A sharper moan escapes you this time as the pace ramps up, his hands bracing themselves against your inner thighs as you feel his tongue slipping inside your vagina.

“Cole!” you mewl, squeezing your thighs a little as his tongue goes back to your clit, managing to find your sweet spot. You can’t help the little sounds that emanate from you as he works, mind starting to go hazy as he continues.

Moments later, he pulls away, leaving you a hot mess. Your heavy breathing subsides as you rub your thighs together, even readier for the real thing now.

Now, though, it’s his turn. You flick your gaze to him, no words needed as he slips out of his boxers. You move aside so that he can lay down.

You eye his penis, getting even more excited as you hover over it. You gently run your index finger from the tip to its base, causing Cole to shudder.

Determined to make him feel good too, you lower your head and put your lips against the base. You feel him shivering as you drag your tongue to the tip, circling around it a few times before lightly sucking the tip for a few seconds to test the water. His moans are enough to urge you on as you circle your hands against the base, rubbing and sucking him to the best of your ability. Soon enough, his moans become louder as he swears underneath his breath.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says, causing you to lift your head. You take a moment to catch your breath as you wipe the excess saliva off of your lips.

“Was that good?” you ask.

“It was fantastic,” he replies, standing and walking over to where his fallen jeans are. He pulls out a small package, which you assume must be the condom.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you say as you watch him tear the package open. “And I have to say…I’m actually really excited now.”

“So am I,” he says as he lets the plastic packaging fall, pulling the condom on. Once that’s done, he climbs onto the bed once more. “Ready?”

You nod, grinning in anticipation as you circle your arms around his neck and spread your legs. You look up as he goes to get set up, heart racing.

“Okay. I’m going to go slow, all right?”

You nod, waiting for him to get aligned before you see his hips started to lower, eventually feeling the tip of his penis sliding in. You moan as the sensation continues until he’s completely in, tightening your hold around him.

“Doing okay?” he questions, voice tight as he looks down at you.

“Yes!”

Another moan slips from your lips as he starts thrusting lightly, pressing his forehead against yours again. You’re forced to look at him, arms locked around him as you hook your legs around his hips. “Faster!”

He obliges with no complaints, intensifying the pleasure as your mouth remains slightly agape. Cole groans, taking the opportunity to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is sloppy and needy as you lift your hips to meet his thrusts in an attempt to increase the friction. His tongue enters your mouth, yours meeting his not long after.

His pace gets stronger as the two of you keep your eyes locked on each other, his hands prying your arms off from his neck as he pins them above your head with one hand. He dips his head down to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples.

“Cole!” you cry, loving how gentle he’s being with you. Knowing this man can catch boulders four times his size and yet be so lovingly careful with you makes your heart go fuzzy. You’re completely at his mercy and yet you don’t think you could be any safer.

And yet, through the lustfulness and intimacy that has been present all night, you can’t help but notice that same emotion dancing within his eyes. It was the one you’d felt earlier, when he said he trusted you.

You feel your head starting to become a puddle of mush as he continues, hands releasing your wrists so that he can grip your waist and go faster. Your hands return to his neck as you hear him moaning, not in much better shape yourself.

You know you won’t last for much longer, despite loving this unfamiliar sensation. You can tell he is too, judging by how uneven his thrusts are becoming. You whimper as you feel your climax approaching, crying out as he utilizes his super strength to initiate a few final strong thrusts.

The orgasm finally hits, causing you to release a final mewl as he does the same, collapsing against your body.

“Holy shit…” he mumbles as you both let yourselves catch your breath.

“I know,” you reply as he slides off of you. The chilly air wastes no time in enveloping you, causing to squirm your way back into Cole’s grasp as he yanks your discarded blanket back onto the bed. He holds you against his side as he uses his other hand to throw the blanket over the two of you.

“Wow…” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah…that was incredible,” he replies, voice just as soft as he glances at you.

“Was it special?”

“You’re damn right it was.”

You smile as that feeling ambushes you once more. “I’m glad.”

The two of you exchange a few more words after that, but sleepiness eventually snatches you into its grasp as you drift off in his arms.

…

Something changed between the two of you after that night.

It had started when the two of you woke the following morning, talking and agreeing that showers were needed. That shower, however, led to another round of passionate sex that lasted until the water ran cold and the two of you had to clean up in freezing water.

Not that you minded. Being with him was amazing, and now, you’re finding that you’re starting to crave his presence more often. Almost like a drug. Yet, the sex wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You just want him. To wake up beside him, to listen to him talk, to just…exist with him.

There’s no way that you both are just friends anymore – not with how sexually active the two of you are. It was too intimate to just be platonic. Now, you’re seeing how that intimacy is leaking into areas aside from your sex life too.

You’re both closer now, and you’re not going to pretend that you haven’t noticed the way the others have been staring at the two of you. Cole would almost always greet you with some sort of touch now – either a hug, a handhold, an arm slung around your neck, something like that. And unconsciously, you found yourself sneaking your hand into his or leaning your head on his shoulder.

Something certainly changed. But is it actually because you truly want something deeper? Or are you just looking at him differently for the sex?

You rake your mind, wondering what to do as you sit in the empty living room of the Bounty. Should you just tell him…?

“Something on your mind?”

The new voice causes you to turn, seeing Kai waltzing into the room with his normal cockiness. You perk up, knowing that a second opinion would help.

“Hey, Kai,” you greet as he sits down, pulling out his phone and checking it. Well, now would be a great time to ask considering that Jay and Lloyd are focused on a video game, Zane is preparing dinner, Cole is reading, and Nya is working on a project. “And actually, I could use your help.”

“What’s up?” he asks, turning his phone off and slipping it into his pocket.

You sigh, setting your forehead in your hands. “I…oh my stars.”

“Let me guess – this has something to do with Cole, right?”

“Huh? How’d you know?”

“Well, the two of you haven’t exactly been discreet. You’ve been way more affectionate towards each other lately. Are you two…?”

“No,” you admit.

“Then what’s going on?”

“Um…I think I like him more than just platonically,” you confess softly, heart suddenly racing. It’s almost surreal to hear yourself say it aloud.

“For real?”

“Yeah…but it’s weird, because…well, we’ve been friends since we’ve been kids, but now things just seem different all of a sudden.”

“What do you mean by different?”

“Well…something happened and now I’m feeling like there’s just…more than our friendship. There’s something deeper between us and I know he feels it too but I’m just scared that it might be because I’m being selfish and I don’t want it to feel like I’m using him just for that-“

“Slow down, slow down,” Kai interrupts. “So, you think there’s actually some chemistry between the two of you now?”

You nod.

“And you’re not sure what to do because you think it may not be what you think it is?”

“Yeah…”

“So what exactly happened that made you reconsider?”

“We…um…”

Kai studies you for a second before he pieces it together, expression widening in surprise a bit. “Wait…you two slept together?”

“Yeah,” you affirm. “We agreed to try it together just so we could see what it was like. And I just…after we did it, I started seeing him in a different light. I’m scared it could be because doing that changed things? Because…we kissed. So many times. And it was so intensely passionate. And we’ve kept doing it ever since. I just can’t see how that could be platonic, I guess?”

“I see,” Kai says, leaning back. “Wow. So, it was romantic?”

You nod. “Very.”

“Makes sense. Cole’s a sentimental guy, and he wouldn’t take something like that lightly.”

You frown, fidgeting a little bit. “Do you think that’s just how he is in bed?”

The brunet shakes his head. “No. I think he’s looking at you differently now too.”

“Really?”

“Yup. He’s not been as focused during training, I’ve noticed. He keeps making little mistakes that he normally is great about avoiding. Knowing what you’ve just told me, it adds up.”

Your eyes widen slightly. So, this could actually be mutual…? “Okay…so what do I do?”

“Just tell him how you feel, dummy. It’s a lot simpler than your mind is making it out to be, I can tell you that right now.”

You scoff, but nod. “Okay, fine. Thanks, Kai.”

“No problem. Now, he’s in our room. Go tell him. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be.”

…

An alarmingly large part of you wants to turn around and jump off the edge of the Bounty.

You sigh, hands shaky as you raise your hands, deciding to power through the anxiety as you force yourself to knock.

“Come in,” he yells, allowing you to push the door open.

“Hey,” you say meekly, swallowing as you step in and shut the door. He glances up at you, smiling as he sees you.

“Hey,” he repeats as he sets his book aside. “What brings you here?”

You shrug, throat tight as you slowly make your way to him. “Just wanted to talk.”

“Of course. Though…you seem kind of tense. Is everything okay?”

You nod, sitting down at the foot of his bed as you look down. It’s okay. It’s just Cole. Breathe. “Yeah. I just…realized something.”

“Oh?”

Take a deep breath. Here we go.

“You remember when we were…I don’t know, it was sometime in elementary school,” you recall with a soft smile, still gazing at the floor as you visualize the memory. “We were hiding in our secret spot in the theatre together that one rainy day…”

“…after I botched the Triple Tiger Sashay on that performance?” he questions.

You nod. “It was just a shit day for both of us. But I remember…”

“We made a very important pinky promise that I intend to uphold until the day I die,” he adds dramatically.

You chuckle, nodding in agreement. “Yeah.”

“I promised I would never leave you,” he replies, tone gentle. “And that we would always treat each other well. That we would help people together and prevent them from going through what we did as kids.”

You chuckle. “Yeah. There was something else, too. That cliché if-neither-of-us-is-married-by-x-years-old-then-we’ll-marry-each-other deal.”

“Oh my stars,” he replies, laughing. “I almost forgot about it.”

“I did too,” you say. “Well, until…you know.”

“Really?”

You nod. “Cole…” you sigh, grabbing his hand and facing him. He remains quiet, studying you with a curious stare. “You know…it took us having sex for me to realize it, but…you’re my closest friend. But…I’ve been thinking on that. And…what I feel for you is far beyond friendship.”

Your confession leaves your lips faster than you had anticipated. You tighten your grip around his hand, averting your gaze as a blush spreads across your cheeks. He says your name softly as his fingers slip underneath your chin, guiding your stare to him.

“Wait…really?”

“Really really,” you mumble.

It takes a few moments, but soon, you see Cole bringing his free hand to cup your chin as he closes the gap and presses his lips against yours. The anticipation of this moment crashes down between the two of you, causing your hands to shoot up to his neck so that you can pull him closer. He nearly falls on you as you strive to deepen the kiss, only separating when your lungs start burning for air.

That was the day you truly began existing with him.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

[captainz00m]

Imagine cole suddenly getting enough courage to get all flirty with you, but your just acting oblivious to it, and at the end of the day he’s tired about it and you suddenly send him a suggestive remark that leaves him all flustered.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎! 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝!

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝

tease. | cole x reader | part i

This is your favorite time of day.

You quietly enjoy the views you’re being blessed with – shirtless, sweaty ninja. All training to their Sensei’s content. With muscles and abs abound and sweat glistening on their skin, it’s pretty much heaven. One ninja in particular is really catching your eye, though – Cole. You sigh upon watching him lifting a dumbbell set on the maximum weight level plus the weight of the rest of his team. He hoists them all up with no problem. You giggle quietly upon studying his toned muscles. He had the best torso of the ninja, hands down. The guy’s practically a Greek god.

You sigh dreamily as the ninja all hop off one by one. You like him in a way that’s beyond a mere platonic manner – you know that much. You wish you could gather the courage to talk to him more.

But something’s different today. You feel eyes on your figure as you watch the other ninja throw their shirts back on, all complaining about the obnoxiously hot weather. You turn to see Cole standing there, his muscle tank in hand as he studies you.

You feel a blush creeping across your cheeks when you notice he starts walking towards you. Uh oh. You’re excited but also very, very nervous.

A smirk lines his lips as he approaches you. “Is it hot out here or is it just you?”

You huff. Yeah, you may have an obnoxiously massive crush on him, but that doesn’t mean you’ll let him fluster you so easily. You plaster a faux expression of confusion on your face as you tilt your head. “It’s obviously Kai.”

Cole’s smirk fades, and he looks like he’s about to reply when you hear Kai laughing from where he’s standing a few feet away.

“Ha! She’s right. It is me!” Kai boasts, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he sends a wink your way. You roll your eyes at his antics.

You do catch Cole glaring at Kai, though. You take note of this but don’t comment on it. Instead, you stand before turning around and walking inside, not paying the ninja any mind.

At least, not until the very last second, when you close the door to the Bounty and accidentally catch Cole’s stare.

His gaze is challenging and intrigued. You raise your eyebrow, but he only smirks with an expression that reads:

It’s on.

…

Sensei Wu once informed you that there is a big difference between ‘simple’ and ‘easy’. You’re starting to see it now.

Your tactic is simple but executing it has proven that it isn’t easy. Of course, you noticed the way Cole had leaned his arms up against the back of the couch, subtly showing off his gorgeous biceps. You knew he had selected that muscle tank for a reason. Even so, you force yourself to focus on the game rather than his perfectly toned body.

That’s proving a bit difficult, and Cole seems to notice that you’re making an effort not to look at him. Dammit, that just makes things harder.

Seconds later, you spot him getting up from your peripheral vision. He glances at you for a moment as he walks towards the kitchen to grab something before coming back. Instead of returning to his seat, though, he sits his candy ass right next to you, a soda in his grasp. You feel your face heating as he slings an arm around the back of the sofa, almost around your shoulders.

“How is it that you’re so-damn cute?” Cole mumbles, dropping the tone of his voice. You do your best to hide the way it makes you shudder.

You only hum in acknowledgement, trying to make it look like you aren’t really listening. Cole doesn’t say anything else, but you feel his stare lingering on you. He looks away soon after, but doesn’t move his arm.

“Your puns are fizzically making us sick. No wonder why she’s ignoring you!” Nya chimes in. You smile as Cole pouts.

“Fine.”

…

Cole doesn’t stop there. He’s diligent, damn him – he tries cutesy little pickup lines, subtle little motions, and flat-out compliments, but you pretend to be too in your head to understand. Even though it was the other way around – every time he said something flirty, it would make your heart skip a beat.

But now, you’re getting tired of acting oblivious. You’re ready to turn the tables on him to make him flustered!

You smirk upon thinking about his potential reactions. This is going to be fun.

It’s getting late, and the ninja are all preparing for bed. Except you. You’re quietly making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water before bedtime.

Once you arrive, you silently take a glass out of the cabinet and fill it before heading back into the living room.

You chill on the sofa for a bit as you enjoy your glass, something telling you to wait out in the living room for a bit. You do so, enjoying the rare moment of quiet.

A few moments later, however, you hear footsteps coming from the hallway. You turn, spying none other than Cole there.

His gaze lingers on you for a second, not saying anything. A small smile crosses your lips as he comes to stand next to where you’re sitting.

“Why have you been ignoring me all day?” he whines.

You can’t help but smirk as you stand and face him, your chests a mere hairline away from brushing.

“What do I have to do to get your attention?” he questions with a hazy gaze.

A wicked smile traces your lips as you raise your hands to his chest, pushing him hard. He’s caught off guard and falls onto the couch with a stunned gasp. You proceed to straddle his lap, throwing one of your hands onto his shoulders before cupping his chin with other.

Your answer is simple and to the point, but works flawlessly: “Me.”

Ladies and gentleman, we got him.

That one word manages to make his entire face go red as he stares helplessly into your unforgiving eyes. “I-I…”

You’re interrupted when someone gasps from the hallway. Your snap your gaze up to find Jay there, eyes wide.

“I just wanted some chips,” the blue ninja groans. “But yeah, just go ahead and go at it while I’m here. Thanks.”

Jay hurries into the kitchen, so you take the chance to look down at Cole.

“My room, now,” you mutter, standing up and grinning in victory.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

[captainz00m]

hey! if you write smut, could you do a part 2 to your recent cole x reader? it’s totally understandable if you don’t! no worries 💞💎

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚢𝚎𝚜! 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢.

tease. | cole x reader | part ii

You’re very proud of yourself.

An excited smile rests on your lips as Cole slams the door to your room shut, immediately pinning you against it. You giggle, slinging your arms around his shoulders as he sets his hands on your thighs, prompting you to hook your legs around his waist.

“You’ve done it now,” he grunts as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Really? I don’t think I have,” you tease with a smirk, challenging his gaze with your own fiery stare. You’re not really sure what’s gotten into you, but you like it.

“You’re gonna regret this after I’m through with you.”

“Who says you’re gonna be in control?”

“Me,” he mumbles, his voice becoming all deep and sexy. “After all, I still need to fulfill your requirement in order to gain your attention. And I intend on doing that tonight. Or rather – you.”

A smirk crosses your lips as you squeeze your thighs, causing him to grunt. You send him a wink. “Do your worst.”

With that, Cole immediately closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips against yours. You lose your breath as you kiss him back, your hands coming to cup his jaw as he presses his torso against you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel him pushing his hips against yours.

He hums slightly as he separates from you, gazing into you.

“I like that sound,” he notes, studying you with his spearmint green eyes. You spot a mischievous glint in them as he grinds against you once more, eliciting another soft moan from you. “I want to hear it some more.”

With that, he re-establishes his grip on your thighs as he moves you away from the door. Before you know it, he throws you onto the bed before climbing on top of you.

You feel yourself growing breathless as you stare up at him, absentmindedly pushing a lock of hair behind his hair. He envelops his hand over yours, his thumb rubbing your skin lovingly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his gaze flitting all over your figure. “You know that?”

“Cole…” you mumble softly, smiling a bit.

“It’s true,” he replies, leaning down so he can kiss your lips again. “You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.”

You’re speechless for a moment – this boy. This adorably gorgeous sweetheart. This dork. You feel your heart swelling as you wiggle your hand out of his grip so that you can pull him down for another kiss.

You feel Cole smile against your lips, and soon enough, you separate.

“Thank you,” you say. “And for the record, that goes for you too.”

He chuckles, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

“I want to,” you assure him. “If you’re ready, I am.”

He hums in response, lowering his head once more. You feel your breath hitch as you watch him quietly.

“Tell me if you want to stop at any point,” he says. You nod, and with that, he starts kissing you again. It’s different this time though – more heated. More passionate. It elicits a tingle throughout your body and gets your heart racing.

He shifts so that he’s pressing tiny kisses along your jawline, gradually trailing them down to your neck, and on your collarbones. You feel one of his hands slipping underneath your shirt, his fingers gliding across your skin.

“May I?” he questions quietly, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

You nod breathlessly, words becoming hard to find as you arch your back so that he can slip your shirt off. He tosses it out of the way before his eyes shift to you.

“Were you expecting this?” he asks, gesturing the pretty bra you’re wearing.

You smile nervously. “Er…maybe?”

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“You’re so pretty,” he muses, tracing a finger along the skin of your belly. You shiver, noticing his gaze has fallen back on your bra.

He leans back down, this time kissing the skin above your breasts. You feel his hands creeping underneath your back, so you sit up slightly so he can unhook your bra.

Well – a better word would be to attempt to unhook your bra. You giggle upon realizing that he’s struggling to do so.

“Here,” you say, reaching behind you to unclasp it.

You laugh upon seeing his embarrassed expression, a simple “Oh” falling from his lips. You chuckle as you pull the bra away and throw it off the bed.

Cole’s breath hitches upon seeing you topless.

“You can touch me,” you assure, pulling his head down so that you can kiss him. You find your hands wandering down to his torso. He sits up so that he can take his shirt off, and you immediately find yourself becoming aroused upon seeing his abs and defined muscles. He immediately returns his lips to the top of your breasts, but quickly shifts his attention lower. You moan softly when he starts kissing your nipple, his hand going to rub your other breast.

You moan, feeling his tongue swiping over the sensitive areas on your breast, and you feel his hips slightly grinding against yours.

“Cole…” you moan softly. He looks up at you, smiling softly as he kisses you before continuing his ministrations on your other breast. You arch your back and moan, hands going to tangle your fingers within his mess of dark hair. He continues lapping at your skin for a few more seconds before he finishes, kissing your lips yet again.

“Doing okay?” he questions, green eyes solely focused on you.

“I’m better than okay,” you mumble, a hazy smile crossing your lips. “Keep going?”

He nods, his hands creeping towards your hips. He slips them off of your waist, prompting you to lift your hips as he helps you wiggle out of them. He discards them before setting his hands on your thighs and admiring your panties.

“You look so fucking sexy right now,” he remarks, the comment only arousing you further.

“So do you,” you respond. He gingerly slides his fingers towards the inside of your thighs, eliciting a soft moan from you. He trails his touch upward until he gently presses a finger into your panties, beckoning another moan from you. He rubs you a few more times before he slips his fingers underneath the waistband and gently tugs the article off.

His hands go to keep your thighs spread as he lowers his head to drag a slow, teasing lick along your labia. You moan, your wetness only increasing as a heat stirs within you. You go to grasp his hair, his tongue beginning to flick across your vagina. After a few moments, he fully encloses his mouth and begins eating you out, your cries of pleasure only becoming louder. You feel his tongue slipping inside you, which makes you buck your hips. After a few seconds of him teasing you from the inside, he unlatches before he begins lapping at your clit.

You tilt your head back as the pleasure seeps through your abdomen, pressing his head down. He quickens his pace, causing you to moan louder. You buck your hips, and as soon as you feel your climax approaching, he backs off suddenly. You pout, wanting more but knowing why he stopped.

“How was that?” he asks, red dotting his cheeks and a smile crossing his face.

“Absolutely perfect,” you answer, chuckling.

“I’m glad,” he mumbles, eyes lidding as he crawls up to press a kiss against your lips. “Are you ready?”

You nod, cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly. “I am.”

With that, he nods and goes to slip out of his pants and underwear. You feel your breath hitch as his erection is revealed.

“Holy shit,” you say without thinking. He’s pretty big, and it’s only making you wetter.

He laughs slightly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly getting excited.

“And I just realized…I don’t have a condom,” he admits, studying you for an answer.

“Here,” you say, rolling over so that you can reach the nightstand drawer. You yank it open, taking out a pack.

Cole accepts it, but not without a shocked expression. You laugh. “I may or may not have overheard Kai telling you and the others that he kept an ‘emergency stash’ under his mattress. I may or may not have taken one just in case.”

Cole laughs, slipping it on. “I see. You were expecting this.”

“More like…wanting it,” you say, chuckling. “And, for the record, I am on birth control as an extra precaution.”

“Okay, good,” he replies, crawling back on top of you after he finishes. “Now…where were we?”

“I believe you were just about to start pounding me into the mattress,” you reply, earning another kiss from him.

“That sounds about right,” he mutters, his voice dropping to a point that only arouses you further. You start squirming, starting to feel even needier now.

Cole smirks, pressing the tip of his penis against your clit. “Excited, I see.”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you whine with a pout.

“As you wish,” he replies before you feel him slipping inside of you. A gasp escapes your lips as he finally reaches as deep as he can get.

“Fuck…please…”

He smirks, going to pin your biceps down as he starts thrusting. Fuck, his super strength really adds to the experience. The pressure of his chest only makes you more aware of him, and you feel your heart rate picking up.

“Harder…!”

He obeys, speeding up his thrusts. He latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking and biting the skin there. You cry out as you feel him biting the skin under your collarbone, the stinging pain harmonizing with the immensely pleasurable feeling building in your abdomen.

Soon, you feel yourself approaching your orgasm as Cole continues pounding into you, gently licking the hickeys he just made. He hovers over you, eyes lidded as he grunts and moans softly.

“Cole…I-I-“

He silences you with a kiss before pressing his forehead against yours and gazing at you. “Me too, babe. We’re almost there.”

From then on, your gazes are locked as he keeps his pace up. His thrusts start becoming slower and sloppy, and you feel your orgasm taking over once he rams into you one final time. You moan his name, arching your back.

Cole isn’t far behind, and soon enough, he buries himself inside you and cums while saying your name. You pant, watching as he discards the used condom in your trash bin before crawling over you.

“That was amazing,” you mutter, giggling as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“It was,” he agrees, chuckling as you lay your head on his chest. The two of you lay there in content silence for a bit before you hear your phone vibrating from your nightstand. You check it:

Kai: bruh why didn’t you guys invite me :((( that sounded like a damn good time

“Fucking pervert,” you say with a laugh, flopping back on Cole and showing him the text. He chuckles, shaking his head.

Your phone vibrates again:

Kai: I heard that >:(

You roll your eyes. “How thin are these walls?”

“Pretty thin. We’re probably gonna get cussed out by Jay tomorrow,” he notes with a nervous chuckle.

“Eh, screw him,” you reply, smiling. “I’m glad we got busy.”

“I am too,” he mumbles, eyes drooping. You feel the exhaustion taking over, and before you know it, you fall asleep.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘.