#hardshell x reader

[revelboo]

did you know that… in terms of reproduction… haha ​​bad joke, but ignoring that, did you know that pos insecticons, waspy and tarantula might be the most compatible with humans? I say this because they're more closely related to organics than other bots. Yes, it's terrifying to some people (don't add me to that group) but it makes sense, I also think they'd be the ones that could most easily… you know what, but the protoform would be small, almost like... a bug egg, easy to remove even. these guys are perfect for that weird kink of I don't know what, you'll know what I mean.

Considering this is the seventh or eighth of these I’ve gotten since I started writing the bugs, I know what you’re talking about. Not my cup of tea, but since people keep asking, I can make an attempt. And if I have anyone lurking here that shouldn’t be here, it might just scare them off

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️ I don’t even know what warnings to slap on this- bug pregnancy? Possible horror? Unsettling Eldritch bug boyfriend being slightly horrifying?

Possession

Hardshell x Reader

• Startling awake as warm air stirs your hair and your giant, horrifying, alien boyfriend makes that awful chittering noise that still has your skin crawling, your head lifts. And his massive head brushes against your bare skin, mandibles sliding against you. Rolling you onto your back before his mandibles hook against you and lift you, the sharp lines of his overlapping denta pressed against your belly as he begins digging in your plush nest of stolen pillows, blankets and three mattresses. Looking over your shoulder as you hang there while he mounds pillows. Yawning, you reach up to rub your palm against his helm and his whole head tilts so you’re almost upside down. “Most guys come home and it’s ’oh, hi, honey. How was your day?’” You say and his visor brightens slightly as he keeps rearranging your bedding. “I get ‘let’s fuck.’”

• Mandibles flexing against you as you fuss at him, Hardshell clicks in amusement. He vents, pulling the scent of you, of your arousal deep into himself as you chatter. Amused, he drops you to hear you gasp before snagging you again midair and gently lowering you on your belly. And mass shifting, nudging your thighs open for him as his glossa slides against you to make you shiver. “Little breeder,” he growls affectionately against you, glossa tunneling inside you as he listens to your little noises. Always talking, except when he’s inside you, fragging you until you can’t focus to talk.

• Moaning as your fingers dig into the blankets, feeling that wickedly long glossa pushing inside you, curling and exploring to make your hips buck. You’re still not sure what the two of you are to each other. If he’s your boyfriend or just your giant, alien fuck buddy. He’s not much of a conversationalist, but he definitely makes up for it with mind shatteringly good sex. Grinding and rocking yourself against his mouth, feeling his mandibles grab at your hips, you groan as you come apart and his glossa laps against you before he’s shifting.

• Freeing his spike, he moves to cover you. Feeling you tremble slightly as he finds you and presses deep, stretching you. Sinking into your wet heat as his clawed servos dig into your bedding and he’s moving against you, hips snapping. Listening to you whimper, the way your breath catches. Hadn’t meant to take a human queen, but he doesn’t regret the impulsive decision. Rutting urgently against you, he hears you cry out and he keeps thrusting, trying to make it last longer until he’s roaring, frame straining as he overloads to fill you. Reluctantly slipping free of your wet heat and hiding away his spike as his plating shifts, his secondary spike pressurizing slowly.

• Thighs trembling with your release, you feel him slide against you again. Apparently deciding he wanted another round, but when he presses inside you, there’s a slight burn of being stretched. Like his spike is thicker somehow. Leg kicking out on a whimper as he slowly rocks his hips against you, working himself deep and he is bigger, almost uncomfortably so. “What are you doing?” You moan, flinching when something snares your hips, digging into you as soon as he’s buried deep. Reaching back and finding the claspers that usually lay flat and look like part of his hip plating pinning you against him. “Hardshell?”

• “Breeding,” he snarls, can’t really thrust locked inside you, claspers keeping you in place, but his hips rock and undulate against you, pressing you into the pillows as he groans. And you’re going to be a good carrier for his brood as he begins to fill you with a hiss, feeling you squirm under him, your breath catching. No longer chattering.

• He’s moving fitfully against you, not thrusting, but something is happening. Fingers clawing into the blankets as the pressure and feeling of being stretched edges into discomfort. What is he doing to you? His frame heating at your back as his movements become more urgent, driving your hips against the pillows under you again and again until you’re trembling and overly sensitive. And he finally pulls out, but that feeling of being full remains. Head turning to stare at him as he rubs his jaw and mandibles against your back and shoulders, that frightening face managing to somehow look smug as you shiver. What did he just do? Because that wasn’t just his release, he put something inside you and your eyes narrow.

[emelinstriker]

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Transformers Prime Decepticons X Readers

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Megatron

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Starscream

♡ Kiss The Spark

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Soundwave

♡ Be More Expressive

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Shockwave

♡ Be More Expressive

♤ Kiss The Spark

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Knockout

♤ Your New Car

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Predacons

♡ Fetch [Predaking]

☆ 3 Domestic Headcanons

Insecticons

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[transformers-spike]

Megatron refuses to admit it but the 3rd kid is so clearly Hardshell's

Even if they try artificial insemination, the kid still doesn't look like him. Like at all. But the one, beady red eye the kid has sure does look familiar

And at the 4th kid Y/N probably starts to be like "hey man. Enough. Bakery's closed"

Megatron is so much in denial he says the 3rd is Breakdown's or Dreadwing's because he does not want to imagine insecticon spike inside his human (even tho Dreadwing has never fragged her) At this point I'm wondering if Shockwave pulled an uno reverse card and used his own transfluid instead. Or if Megatron's genes are just that weak, huh Megatron's on his servos and knees begging for the first time since he became a gladiator. He's begging her to let him have one more, just one more. I'm not sure if she'd take pity on him and give in or keep denying him. But if she does have a 5th child.... It would be Starscream's

[mrsparrasblog]

I can treat you better than he can

Summary: You were hopeless in love with your Captain who pushed you away denying his own feelings for you, maybe this time he pushed you in the wrong hands.

Pairing: Keegan x Reader ( Callsign Sunshine)

Words: 2500 I think

A/N: This is a small chapter of my fic Nightmares become true solider(my first fic and the love of my life but its to long for Tumblr so I post stand alone chapters) The fic is written in an I perspective

TW: canon typical violence and swearing, sex, oral sex, fingering, spanking, cumplay, reader is a pervert, Keegan too, Price is an idiot, Reader is unhinged

Defeated, I walked over to the boys, leaving John alone by the bar. Well, he sure will join us later; why shouldn't he? "John doesn't want to join."

"Better for us, old man is always winning," Ghost said. Even in the bar, he wore a mask—not his hardshell mask he wore on missions, but a skull-faced balaclava—making him look like he was about to rob the place.

Confidently, I tried to challenge Ghost, saying that I could surely win a second time. "Maybe Kyle and I will win against you and Soap."

"Not possible."

We played some rounds of pool in which every single round Ghost and Soap won, surprising not only because of Ghost's skills. Soap was the best pool player I had ever seen; he was super focused, and every shot was a hit. After a while of sore losses, we decided to sit down in a booth. The bar was crowded with lots of soldiers and girls who wanted to find themselves a military guy. To be honest, I couldn't judge them. Military men were toxic but so damn attractive.

Even through the crowded space, we could see the Ghost Team sitting in a booth, still with their masks on, and drinking. They didn't seem disappointed in their loss. I saw a lot of similarities between them and us; anyone could easily see that they were more than just a unit—a family like us. Well, maybe like the four boys and me as a distant cousin taking up all the space at a family gathering.

"You sure don't want to drink, lass? Celebrate our win; we are officially the best team on base again."

"I don't want to drink today; we have training tomorrow, and I don't want to throw up on the mat."

"You sound like a mom," Kyle complained, and Ghost almost gagged when he heard this.

"Aye, look, Captain is flirting with a bonnie." As I heard this, I turned around, capturing the scene in front of me. John was sitting at the bar with a woman—worse, a pretty woman who looked like the complete opposite of me—and not just in a different hair type way—in a different figure, appearance, style, hair color, height way—everything about her was different. She looked so stunning; the boys, well, more like Kyle, repeated over and over again how gorgeous that woman was and how the captain normally doesn't pick up girls at the bar—but probably made an exception for her because that woman was stunning. 

If I hadn't been so jealous, I probably would have had a panic attack right now. I observed the pair—how she touched his chest, giggling and whispering into his ears—and he looked happier than just happy, delighted, lucky, elated, cheerful, joyful, content, and ecstatic—and every word in this universe to describe his smile. He didn't look repulsed or anything at all. Right now, I feel incredibly stupid. For a blink of a second, I thought that maybe he would like me too. He held me, he comforted me, and God, we almost kissed—but maybe it was just my delusion feeding me with unrealistic dreams for the sake of my hopeless romantic heart. I definitely made him uncomfortable; he was surely disgusted and repulsed by me for how I behaved and how I looked because in no way in heaven did I look like her.

"Captain is a lucky bastard."

"Quiet, Kyle."

I didn't listen to the banter of the boys; the only thing worth my concentration was John and how he laughed with this beautiful woman, and how I desperately wished it was me instead of her.  But life wasn't fair, and I was so freaking dumb for believing I had a chance. She sat down on John's lap. Would it be crazy to threaten her to leave him alone? She surely wasn't military-trained, and with her perfectly manicured nails, she would have trouble fighting me, but was it really her fault? She did nothing wrong, and I still wanted to gut that bitch out. Pardon me, I mean woman. As their lips touched each other after moments of anticipation, I almost lost it, but in fact, it strengthened my self-awareness, and finally, I knew all I thought happened between John and me was pure imagination. 

I took Ghost's Terrible Bourbon out of his hand and chugged it down as if it were orange juice. Kyle and Soap looked at me as if I had just murdered their grandma, but Ghost had a knowing expression. How did that little shit notice my utterly cringe and embarrassing hopeless crush on the Captain?

"That Bourbon was expensive, Sergeant."

"I'll pay you back," I claimed—I won't—and he knew.

He almost whispered an act of kindness to him to not address it in front of Kyle and Soap, who wouldn't let me hear the end of this. "It will pass."

"What?"

"The feeling."

As I saw John and the pain of my existence making out like teenagers, I had finally enough. John had his fun, fine; I can also have much fun and forget that wixxer. Without responding to Ghost or entertaining Soap and Kyle's curious expressions and Kyle's question if I got my period, I left the table, walking straight to the table with the American mask boys. I will definitely regret this tomorrow, but tonight I don't care.

"Keegan, right? Come with me."

"Doll, do you really want to be a sore winner and rub your win under my nose?"

"I thought more of a consolation prize or how you say these things in English."

"Are you not a native English speaker?"

"And there I thought my accent was a dead giveaway."

"You're annoying, kid; did someone ever tell you this?"

"Ghost constantly."

"He is a dick."

"I'd second that."

"So tell me the real reason you're requesting my presence. Don't get me wrong, Doll. I won't mind, but I want to know why I have this luck."

"Nothing, just a girl in a bar speaking with a man in a bar."

"And there I thought, after you jumped into Price's arms today, you would be his partner."

"No."

"Liar."

"Did no one teach you how to flirt, Keegan?" I scoffed.

"Doll, I know how to sweep you off your tiny feet but tell me first, am I a rebounder?"

"Yes."

"Well, we can work with that," he grinned as he flicked his cigarette away, now completely focusing on me. "It must hurt seeing him like that at the bar."

"Like hell."

"Merrick was right. Price is an idiot and a goddamn fool. He's got a dime piece right here, and he's chasing after...that!?" He gestured over to that incredible woman.

"I wouldn't describe myself as a dime piece, Keegan."

Keegan leaned closer to me. His voice is now soft and low instead of his usual hoarse voice. "I would absolutely beg to differ. You're a goddess, and he's a complete moron if he doesn't realize that. Why do you even like this guy?"

I rolled my eyes at his hyperbel. "Well, isn't it obvious? He is tall, strong, and masculinely good-looking, but that is only his appearance. He is smart and funny; I would without a doubt rely my life on him." I noticed John's glance at me. Why? It's not like Keegan was the real enemy. 

"I'd just like to point out that so am I, and I've got something he doesn't." Keegan laughed, and his laugh was magnetic.  I would lie if I said he wasn't attractive, so would this be so wrong?

I'm single and young, so fuck off, John. "Tell me what you have and what he doesn't."

His expression turns to one of pure confidence and pride. "I've got class, doll. This 'captain' of yours is off there in this nasty bar, out with a random chick, eating her face at the bar for all to see. And I'm here, paying attention to you—only to you."

"Oh, so you're a high and mighty soldier with class and only pure intentions towards me?" I chuckled as I realized I was really bad at flirting, mostly because I only relied on my good looks. And here I am constantly insulting men I am interested in.

"Only the purest intentions towards you, and I got something else that he doesn't, doll."

"If you say big dick, I'm going to cringe."

He laughed, not even insulted by my comment. "As much as I'd love to, no. No, that wasn't what I was going to say. But I'm glad that's where your mind goes first."

"Well, then we are on the same page. But I think that's the problem with me. I think like a whore, and of course, he wouldn't like me. I'm just the type for fun, you know."

"Who told you that bullshit?"

"My ex."

"Bastard, come on, doll, let me show you a great time. Forget about that stupid captain of yours."

"Maybe I should."

He lowers his voice even further while his eyes meet mine, not afraid of eye contact. "I think he's intimidated by you. I mean, look at you. Smart, beautiful, and strong—you kicked all our arses today like we were toys, and Price knows that; he has no shot with you, and instead of taking a chance, he's hiding behind another girl."

His big hands started to caress my hair, tightly gripping it in an act of dominance. He wasn't afraid of showing me that he wanted me.

"Well, that other girl is hot."

"She might be hot, but she's also clearly not you. She's just someone he can control—someone who will do whatever he wants. Just a mere civilian girl with a boring life—but you're a different story. I already know how strong you can be and how much you like to do things your own way. And that's part of what makes you so irresistible—you're more than just a pretty face; you're a great soldier too."

Fuck it. I pulled him to my height, removing his mask enough so his full lips were finally free. He had a sharp jawline and stubbles that almost tickled against my skin as I finally planted my lips on his, desperate to kiss him and feel desired. He wasn't expecting my sudden kiss and his breath hitched for a moment, his hands tightening in my hair, keeping me so close. I could feel his lips curving into a slight smile, his eyes fluttering shut as his body froze, a low masculine groan escaping his mouth as he pressed his rock-hard body against mine. His hands started to roam over my body until they found my ass, squeezing it firmly and pulling me up in his arms to close even more distance.

John's POV

"Soldiers always had a different kind of appeal to me." If she tells me one more time how she fetishizes soldiers and how she always dreamt of marrying one and being a stay-at-home mom while her husband would be on dangerous deployments, I'd gladly off myself. It wasn't wrong to want to be a stay-at-home mom; John's mom was one too, and she did way more than his old man gave her credit for, but he always hated women who only cared about his status in the military and the benefits it came with. Well, at least she was pretty.

"Do you even listen, Johnny?" Johnny, really?

"Yes, of course, sweetheart." She always blushed when he called her sweetheart, and he felt incredibly terrible for only calling her that because he couldn't, for the love of God, remember her correct name: Sarah, or Sandra; certainly not Sunshine. John thought he could erase Sunshine completely from his brain by making out with that woman. He was wrong— it only made him long for her even more. For heaven's sake. He could lie to himself and say it was that woman's fault, but she was pretty and even a bit smart—she just wasn't Sunshine, and that frustrated him. He didn't even get a physical reaction out of that woman— even his dick betrayed him.

"Oh, God, John, that woman is completely embarrassing," she gestured at something, and when John turned around, he could see it. It was his woman in the arms of that tosser, exactly like he held her today, only that they were making out. Disgusting—deep inside, he knew he couldn't judge her. He was making out with a random woman in the bar just so he could forget her, but still, his stomach built a knot that twisted him like the time he got stabbed near his kidney in Afghanistan.  He would never admit that he was jealous—jealousy was something for weak people. He never felt this way before, and he won't start now. 

It clearly only bothered him because he was one of Merrick's fellow guys; he'd probably only flirted with her because of the rivalry. And as the good captain he was, he needed to stop that, right? So his woman—uhm, his sergeant—wouldn't get hurt and be unconcentrated in missions. 

Sunshine was now sitting on Keegan's lap as he whispered things in her ear that made her sweet cheeks rise with a beautiful color. John couldn't stand this sight anymore; his knuckles turned white from the tight fist he made. He didn't even listen to the woman whom he tried to lay tonight, and as Keegan walked towards the loo, he saw his chance to act like the proper captain he was, and he went after him.

"You deserve better than me, sweetheart, someone who is emotionally available." He didn't let her form her words in protest; he only put $50 down on the table and left in the direction of the loo. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. He was used to being intimidating, and he sure as hell would intimidate that little Sergeant of Merrick. He leaned against the door frame, not saying a word at first, waiting till he noticed him. Right now, he felt strong; it had something powerfull seeing his enemy with his dick out pissing—John was fully clothed, stoic, and strong while Keegan was exposed and vulnerable. John tried to hide his smirk as he saw how he was thicker than him down there—way more for his Sun to enjoy—concentrate on the task, John.

"Sergeant Russ," he said with his hoarse voice.

"Price, what do you want?" he practically spat out.

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure that you won't be able to touch anything else." He saw the look of fear in Keegan's eyes. Of course, he was a strong soldier, but Keegan wasn't a fool and knew that Price was a real threat. 

But then he tested John's patience by saying something foolish like "jealous that you won't be the one to make her scream in pleasure tonight." John saw red, his fists held close to his body, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to beat that shit out of that bastard, but being violent isn't what makes the other scared; it's his calmness and the fact that if he loses it, it's over. 

"Care to repeat that, Russ?"

"I'm going to touch her the whole night, and you guided her into my arms like an idiot." He didn't understand what he meant by him being at fault for Sun's interest in Russ, but never in his life dared someone to call him an idiot.

"I'll give you one last chance, leave her alone."

"Or what, you kill me?" he scoffed and laughed.

"Maybe I will," he said with a low growl that signaled Keegan that he wasn't joking. 

Both fell into silence as Soap and Ghost stumbled out of one of the cabins. They clearly fucked again; he would have said something about not sleeping around in the military, but he wasn't such a hypocrite. 

Soap interfered in the situation, "Aye, calm down, Captain; he isn't worth the stain." Why did they both need to interfere? He couldn't threaten Russ properly without giving the suggestion that he was more than just a caring captain for his Sun. 

Keegan rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I'm going to fuck your little sunshine now." Before John could react, Keegan already had a fist in his face. 

Surprisingly, not from John himself but from Ghost, the reserved man who seemed to hate Sunshine with all his heart. Was he perhaps interested in his Sun? No, never. Ghost was head over heels for Soap, even if he would never admit that. But why the sudden act? Keegan left the loo with a bloody lip.

"You fucked up, John."

"I know, Simon."

Soap and Ghost left the bathroom shortly after, and John could hear the arguing, something about Soap being jealous and thinking Ghost wanted Sunshine, and Ghost replying that Soap was fucking delusional and should know his place. If he hadn't been entrenched in his own hell of drama, he would have talked to Simon. Fucking hell that evening was fucked up. 

As he left the bathroom, going to the booth of his boys, he noticed how Soap and Ghost were silent, Soap's glance almost burning in rage. Sunshine was dancing with Keegan while he groped her precious ass. John sat miserably with his own scotch, but at least Gaz was happy drinking his beer and ranting about something.

After a while, he saw Keegan pull Sun over his shoulder, and they went straight out of the bar, with her being a tipsy and giggling mess. "What a show-off," he scoffed.

"How funny that Sunny is the only one getting action tonight," Kyle looked confused as every man at the table shot him a death glare. For heaven's sake, that evening was cursed, and in all vulnerability, John hoped that this was just a one-night thing for her.

Sunshine's POV

He threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the bar. As we walked towards his room in the base, I could already feel my arousal approaching. It took forever since we stopped always to make out.

You could say a lot about him; he is arrogant, narcissistic, and a bit crazy, but he's a damn good kisser. We reached his barrack, it was as simple as hers just that his wasn't a single. She hoped desperately that his roommate didn't bulge in. 

He pressed me against the door frame as their kiss deepened, Keegan's hand slipped under my shirt tracing soft circles on my back. His other hand slides gently around my hair pulling it towards him as a show of his dominance.

I couldn't hold back and moaned into his kiss. "Fuck it." I ripped his shirt off him ogling over his muscular frame. He was toned his pecks were perfectly sculpted, every woman would kill for that sight but I thought about John - stop it, forget John, think about Keegan.

Keegan smirked as I ripped off his shirt, his hands slowly exploring every inch of my clothed body. His touch was rough and possessive like he desperately needed me. He released a loud groan as I started to trace down his abs and prominent V line. I pulled off my shirt and bra and threw it in the corner. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my breasts. His rough hand cupped them and his calloused fingers from his work in the military brushed across my hardened nipples. "Fuck," he breathed out his lips finding mine again in a hungry kiss. His erected dick already pressing against my stomach.

"Please Keegan, I need you." I pleaded, Keegan broke our kiss, his lips trailing down my neck and collarbone, his teeth graze my skin lightly as he nipped at my shoulder- Oh he is a biter. His hand squeezed my breasts again before he started to undo his pants. His hardened dick sprung out of his boxers, his pink tip already glistered with pre cum. He wasn't very thick but the length was impressive and he was circumcised. I licked my lips in anticipation. "Shit you're big." Keegan only chuckled darkly at my words. "I'll show you how big." He growls his hands moving to grip my hips firmly as he ripped off my thong revealing my already wet folds.

"Hey, I liked that one."

"I buy you a new one."

His finger dips into my moisture before teasing my throbbing entrance. "You're already so ready for me," he murmurs. 

"Keegan please stop teasing me."

Keegan's other hand slipped down to play with my clit. His thumb circling gently the sensitive knot. With one swift movement, he pushes his thick fingers deep inside of me. He groaned in pleasure at the tightness that surrounded him. "Fuck you feel so good- around my finger."

He pushed his fingers lazily against my G spot and started to scisor them inside, he looked determined at my face to learn which movement kept me going. I felt the knot in my stomach building up letting me almost explode. His lips trailed down my neck sucking on my nipples while he continued to abuse my clit.

"Cum on me Doll."

I came hard spasming around his thick fingers and coating them with my juices. Keegan's cock throbbed in anticipation as he watched me cum around his fingers. He pulls his hand away, relishing the sight of my wetness. "That's it, baby girl."

"Let me take care of you Keegan." I let myself fall on my knees and slowly started to stroak his dick and lick the pre cum of his swollen tip. Keegan groans deeply, as I take his cock into my mouth, his hips jerking automatically forward. He grips my hair trying to maintain his control. "Fuck Doll." 

I bobbed my head up and down while playing with his balls with one of my free hands. He pushes his cock deeper inside of me but he should know that I'm the one in control. I bite softly on his tip to make him crazy. His lips escaped moans - loud moans. His cock throbbed in anticipation leaving stains of pre cum on my tongue. "Fuck Doll, that feels good don't stop."

I began to deep throat him almost gaging because of his length, my eyes began to tear, I tried to maintain eye contact. Keegan's grip on my hair tightens his knuckles turning white. His hips jerk forward, pushing only deeper into my throat. "You're so fucking good at that, I cant last longer."  I press my plump lips together tightening the friction around his member. 

As he feels him getting close he pulls my head back away. "Not quite yet Doll," he growls his voice stained with the effort to hold back his orgasm. I started to laugh and ignored his attempts to last longer I moved my head faster. "Fuck you're going to make me cum." I moaned in agreement - my voice only sending vibrations down his dick.

Keegan grunts loudly. His entire body tensing up as he loses control and erupts deep inside my throat. His cock twitches repeatedly, sending wave after wave of hot cum down my throat, I swallow every sip of his cum and finally hold my tongue out showing him my empty mouth. Keegan stared down at me in shock, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. His muscular thigh trembles as he tries to hold his composure. He gently traces down my jawline. "Fuck you're mine Doll" - I was definitely not his. 

Keegan lifted me and threw me on the bed as he spread my legs wide, positioning himself between my legs - his cock already hardening again. He looks down at me with a predatory grin, then lowers himself onto my waiting sex and pushes inside me with one powerful trust making me scream in pleasure and pain at the same time. 

He begins thrusting into me, hard and fast. The bed cracks under our combined weight as he takes me roughly. His muscular arms flex with each stroke. 

"Keegan, it feels so good."

"Doll," he groans his voice hoarse with lust, "you're so fucking tight I can barely hold back." 

"Don't hold back, Keegan. Fuck me."

He grins. "You like it rough doll?" I nodded and with a swift move, he flips me over onto my stomach and pulls my ass up, with brutal precision and starts a relentless pace as he fucks me from behind.  His large hand gripped me tightly leaving marks on my body. "This is what you want isn't it?"

I start to clench around him, only getting more aroused at his words. "Oh you're so wet," he murmurs, moving one hand between my legs to stroke my neglected clit. The added sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body causing me to arch my back and cry out his name.

"That's it, Doll, take it all." 

"I'm close - please, Keegan," I pleaded to him to finally release me.

"Cum for me Doll," he growls picking up the pace even more. His cock slams into me over and over again, each thrust sending a vibration through my core as he pinched my clit hard. I started to cry out of pleasure and finally came spasming around his dick - coating him with all my juices.  Keegan held me firm supporting my body weight as he let me ride out my orgasm while starting to kiss me all over my body and leaving marks everywhere. 

After my orgasm, he guided me on top of him and I started to ride him as his hands roam over my body, griping my hips tightly again. His eyes followed the movements of my breasts, his mouth watering at the sight. He pulled me forcefully tight onto his shaft brushing against my cervix so I would start to see stars, his hand now pressed against the familiar bulge inside my womb.

Keegan started to rub my overstimulated clit again as he finally chased after his release, with each thrust his hips slams powerful against me, he became slowly sloppy and uncontrolable begging me to finally release him.

I clenched tight around his dick, his eyes rolled back inside his skull. With a groan that echoes through the room, Keegan's hot seed erupts inside of me, filling me up completely. His cockhead twitches as he emptied himself inside of me- pushing his cum deeper into my hole.

"Fuck." He collapsed on top of me, our bodies still entwined, Keegan pressed his face into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent. "What the fuck was that, no women made me cum like that before."

"Well, I'm pretty skilled at these things."

"You're fucking amazing Doll." He slowly pulled his softening dick out of me watching his seeds drip down from my cunt into his mattress.

"As much as I like to see you coated in my cum, let me clean you up."

"Oh, what a gentleman."

"It's the least I can do after you gave me the best orgasm of my life." 

"Oh was it?"

"Don't lie to me it was fucking amazing for you too."

"A close third place Keegan." I grinned.

"Don't challenge me Doll." 

"Or what?"

"You will regret this."

"Why?"

"You like Price even tho I don't know why."

"And Price doesn't like me, so I can have all my fun while he has his with that other woman."

"His loss is my win."

He cuddled against me after he cleaned his seed from my thighs but as he fell asleep snoring the only thought in my brain was John. 

I'm screwed.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Transformers Masterlist:

is my format confusing? LMK if it is! I want to make it accessible for everyone.

Color Coding:

Show/Continuity Yandere Fic ❤️ Romantic Fic 💑 Platonic Fic 🫂 Fic Name colored in red means TRIGGER WARNING. Read at your own risk. ❗ If something is more than one color, it can either be both or INTERPRETED as both.

Transformers Prime

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knockout [Part 1]/Yandere!Nickel x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knock Out [Part 2] ❤️

Yandere!Hardshell x Reader (Transformers: Prime) ❤️

Yandere!Megatron Matchup ❤️

Yandere!Starscream x AircraftMaintenanceTechnician!Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader ❤️

Soft!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Reader ❤️

Soft!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Reader [Part 2] ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x SelfHarmRecovering!Reader ❗❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader x Yandere!Soundwave [Polyamorous]❤️

Yandere!Knock Out x Reader x Yandere!Breakdown [Polyamorous] ❤️

Yandere!Wheeljack x Reader/Yandere!Smokescreen x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Arcee x Reader❤️

Yandere!Bumblebee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader x Yandere!Soundwave [Polyamorous]❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Knock Out x Reader x Yandere!Breakdown [Polyamorous] ❤️

Yandere!Wheeljack x Reader/Yandere!Smokescreen x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Arcee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Bumblebee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet x Reader ❤️

Yandere Breakdown x Reader ❤️

Starscream's Twin!Reader 🫂

Soundwave x Reader [Soulmates AU, Part 1] 💑

Soundwave x Reader [Soulmates AU, Part 2] 💑

Soulmate!Megatron x Reader [Soulmates] 💑

Soundwave x Cybertronian!Assassin!Reader 💑

Smokescreen x Cybertronian!Reader 💑

Optimus Prime Matchup 💑

Optimus Prime x Flirty!Reader 💑

RID 2015

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader

Sideswipe Matchup 💑

Transformers IDW

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knockout [Part 1]/Yandere!Nickel x Reader❤️

Yandere!Deathsaurus Matchup ❤️

Yandere!Tarn x Reader ❤️

Rodimus x Reader [Nightmare hurt/comfort] 🫂 💑

Bayverse

Yandere!Optimus x Reader x Yandere!Megatron [Polyamorous] ❤️

Optimus Prime x Reader [Fluff] 💑

Earthspark

Yandere!Megatron x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Tarantulas x Reader ❤️

Frenzy Matchup 💑

G1

Yandere!Soundwave x FemmeAutobot!Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Human!Reader [+cassettes] ❤️

Cross/Multi-Continuity

Multiverse!Optimus Primes x Reader [Multiverse, part 1] 💑

Bayverse!Optimus x Bayverse!Reader [Multiverse, part 2] 💑

[punkrockmlchael]

Heartbreak Girl

Masterlist | Gareth Emerson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Modern AU; Best Friends to Lovers (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Simp Gareth!, Best Friend Reader!, Smut with Plot, Lots of background and filler because it's cute and needed, Blunt and Brutally Honest Gareth because he loves you for crying out loud!, Confession of mutual feelings, Smut: Fingering, Unprotected Sex, PinV, Virgin!Reader, super sweet and fluffy Gareth with aftercare!, afab reader

Request: hi! i love that you write for gareth! i'd love to request some gareth x female reader smut that's best friends to lovers with lots of pining 👀❤️ hi! Thanks for the request! I put a spin on it that I hope you enjoy

Synopsis: You never go for ‘good guys,’ at least, that’s what your best friend Gareth always tells you. You’re always calling him crying about your latest heartbreak and he’s stuck listening and reassuring you (despite being head over heels for you). Tonight is no different. Jason Carver, star basketball player, called it off with you after going back to Chrissy Cunningham and the first thing you do is call up Gareth.

Based off of the song Heartbreak Girl by 5 Seconds of Summer. Look I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but… here hehe

Word Count: 3.8k

I dedicate this song to you

The one who never sees the truth

That I can take away your hurt

Heartbreak girl

Hold you tight straight through the daylight

I'm right here, when you gonna realize

That I'm your cure?

Heartbreak girl

You and Gareth have been best friends since, well, ever. It's the cliche of your moms being best friends; they grew up together, got pregnant around the same time, and decided they had to raise their kids together. They even secretly hope that their kids end up together, because, come on, how cute would that be?

And, as much as Gareth hates to admit it, he secretly hopes it happens, too. You are his soulmate, his other half and all that other lovey-dovey bullshit. You just.. don’t know it yet.

Gareth knows you like the back of his hand.

All your quirks.

All your pet-peeves.

All your pros.

All your cons.

The list goes on.

He might actually know you better than you know yourself. Scratch that, he definitely knows you better than you know yourself.

And, Gareth would do anything and everything for you. Literally. From helping you with homework because you're not as good at Calculus as he is; to coming over when you need a shoulder to cry on; to dropping anything and everything when you call.

The Hellfire boys call him a simp when you’re not around, and that’s probably the best word to describe him.

When he sees your name light up his phone screen with a call, a text, a video you thought was funny that reminded you of him… oh, god, his heart skips a beat… sometimes multiple beats.

When you smile at him and sit next to him at the lunch table? God, he wants to hold your hand under the table; to pull you close and wrap his arm around your waist to protect you from all the boys around the table and all the boys in life.

When you call his name? God, that makes him want to die. Especially when you look at him and use his nickname, Gare, or, the one you’ve called him since you were younger: Bubba.

Fuck, when you use the nickname Bubba he is putty in your hands. He knows it, the boys know it, you know it. God, everyone knows it.

Gareth wants to look you in the eyes, grab your hands and pull you into a passionate kiss, holding your hips tightly; your body forming against his as your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the small curls at the base of his neck.

He wants to take you out on dates, and show you off to everyone around him. A museum date, a bowling alley date, a movie date, a Taco Bell date where you sit and giggle at him for making a mess on his lap in the car because, come on, those hardshell tacos never stay together.

He wants to bring you flowers, specifically your favorite, in a pretty bouquet. Not because you’re having a bad day, but because he loves you and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

He wants to hold your hand and walk through the park, laughing and joking with each other while you talk about your future and what month you want to get married and how many kids you want to have together.

Yeah, it’s bad, he knows that.

And, he continuously curses at himself and kicks himself because of that, too.

He is head over heels for you, his best friend. And he’s so sick of being friend zoned and second choice, all the damn time. And every time you call him, upset and crying, it just kills him. Because, if you saw him how he saw you, this would be so much easier. But, being easy apparently isn’t in either of your vocabularies.

Gareth’s cell phone rang, pulling him out of the intense Call of Duty match he was playing with Jeff and Eddie. He missed an opponent because of the distraction and got shot, dying instantly.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing his phone.

“Gareth, what the hell man, you good?” Jeff asked through the headset.

“Yeah, man, what happened?” Eddie asked.

Gareth looked down at his phone and saw your name, his heart fluttering slightly before he remembered: you were supposed to have a date with Jason Carver tonight. A call at this time cannot be good.

“Yeah, sorry guys, I got to go.” He replied, looking at his phone. He quickly turned his headset off and the game off before Jeff or Eddie could even argue.

He sat up in his bed and answered your call, putting the phone to his ear.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?” He asked into the phone, instantly hearing your sniffles and tears.

“Gare,” you said softly, sniffling as tears slowly fell down your cheeks. “Are you busy?”

He looked up at the television screen that was now black before directing his attention to the headset and Xbox controller that sat beside him on his bed.

“Not anymore,” he sighed. “Why, what’s up?”

“Jason, he went back to Chrissy,” you added, sighing at yourself for feeling so stupid to actually think you had a chance with Jason. “He ditched me tonight and then sent me a picture of him and Chrissy at the movies.”

“Oh, wow,” Gareth replied, not really knowing what else to say. “Do you want me to come over?” He asked, already knowing he shouldn’t. But he wanted to. He had to. You were sitting there on your bed, alone, crying for fucks sake.

“Please,” you sniffled, sitting back down on your bed. “If you’re not busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you,” he said, standing up as he grabbed a bag and stuffed some clothes in it before he picked up his wallet and keys. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, “I’ll see you soon, bubba.” You added, he sighed.

“Yeah, see you soon.” He hung up the phone and made his way to his car, starting the short journey to your house.

When he arrived to your house he found you on your bed, cuddling the stuffed teddy bear he had gotten you for your 18th birthday a few months prior.

The black, fuzzy teddy bear that he made for you at Build-a-Bear. The one that he dressed up in jeans and a red plaid flannel with a cute customized Hellfire tee-shirt on. He went so far as to make sure the jeans looked distressed and ripped and he handmade the Hellfire shirt. Gareth never hand makes anything; he hates arts and crafts, unless, of course, it’s designing D&D characters.

Did I mention Gareth Emerson is fucking whipped over you?

You looked up at him, blinking away the tears as you watched him walk into your room, closing the door behind him before he threw his bag down gently. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on the chair by your desk before he looked at you.

You held the teddy bear tighter to your chest and rested your chin the on top of it, looking up at Gareth.

You looked pitiful.

Literally.

Tears falling down your cheeks, mascara clumping your lashes together, the sparkly eyeshadow you had on was smeared and you just had glitter all over your face.

You looked like a mess. A literal mess. Crying over Jason Carver. And somehow, Gareth was so far up your ass, so head over heels for you, so whipped over you, that still, even when you looked like this, he still found you attractive. He still wanted to call you his. He wanted to drop to his knees right then and there and beg you to be his.

He could fix you. He could help you. He could take away your hurt. He could take away your heartbreak. He could hold you tight. He could be your cure.

But, when were you going to realize?

You sniffled again, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked at you and just sighed, not wanting to start an argument with you, but knowing he has to say something. You'll never learn if he doesn't. But, how is he supposed to give you tough love without breaking your heart more.

"Hi," you said softly, sitting up in your bed.

"I told you so," Gareth said, not even realizing he said it. He froze, looking at you after he heard the words that came out of his mouth.

No, no, no, no. You said hi and he replied with I told you so? God, he was such an idiot.

"Wow, thanks," you scoffed, wiping your eyes with your sweater sleeve.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"No, you're right." You replied, nodding. "You're definitely right. But, you don't have to be a dick about it."

"I'm not being a dick." He argued defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm, just," he sighed, pacing around your room for a bit as he gathered his thoughts. He stopped pacing and looked at you, "I'm just, so fucking sick and tired of watching you get hurt. You never fucking listen to me, no matter how many times I tell you. You, literally, do not listen to anything I say and it's getting so fucking annoying! I'm so sick of running after you, of picking up the pieces of your broken heart, only to have you break it again in a week!" He said, raising his voice slightly. "God, will you ever learn?" He asked, causing more tears to form in your eyes.

"You're totally being a dick!" You yelled, throwing the teddy bear at him. He caught it in his hands and looked at you, glaring at you.

"I'm not! I'm simply trying to tell you something!" He yelled back.

"Yeah? And what's that?" You asked through tears. "That my taste in guys sucks? That I'll never find someone? That I'll be alone forever?"

"No, you idiot!" He yelled, stepping closer to you. "I'm trying to tell you that I love you!" He looked at you, throwing the teddy bear on your bed before crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm so fucking in love with you! I have been since freshman year of high school! And it's so hard watching you get your heart broken over and over and over again. It's so fucking hard watching you run after all these guys that don't give you what you deserve! I'm so sick of always being the one that helps you, and never getting anything back from you. It's just, god, you're just, a fucking idiot," he sighed, shaking his head.

You sniffled again, pausing to let him finish his little rant. You tilted your head to the side, listening to his confession. Taking his confession in. It replayed in your mind, along with all the things he's done for you over the last couple of years. And all the things you've neglected to do for him.

"You know what, I'm going to go," Gareth said, grabbing his jacket.

"You love me?" You asked softly, looking up at him. He stopped and turned back around, looking at you. "Like, you love me?" You asked, standing up. You wiped your eyes again, looking him up and down.

"Of course I fucking do." He replied, looking at you. "Why wouldn't I? You're.. like, perfect. You're so funny, you're so sweet, you're so gorgeous, you're literally.. perfect." He added softly.

You stood there, staring at him for a brief second before you walked towards him. "I'm such a fucking idiot," you repeated, looking up at him.

"Well, yeah—you kind of are," Gareth said, "but, look-" you cut him off when you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly. He stood there shocked for a moment before he kissed you back, his left hand meeting your waist to pull you closer to him. His right hand moved up and caressed your face gently, holding it softly.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, holding you so carefully like he was afraid he was going to break you. He blinked a couple of times, just staring at you.

He was unsure what this meant, unsure of what to do and unsure of what to say.

“You love me?” You asked again, looking up at him. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently and shook his head.

“No, I hate you,” he teased. “Of course I love you,” he chuckled softly. “And, god, it’s just.. been so hard watching you get hurt. I just, never knew what to say or how to say it and I always feared you only saw me as your best friend,” he admitted, looking over your face. “Like, come on, you’re so out of my league.” You scoffed and shook your head, looking up at him.

“Please, I know I look like a fucking mess right now, if anything I’m definitely out of your league.” He shook his head, looking at you.

“No, baby, you’re gorgeous.” He replied, making your heart flutter and your insides melt. “You’re always gorgeous. Even when you got that ridiculously messed up hair cut over the summer, or when you fell off your skateboard a couple years ago and had that wicked bruise up your left thigh, or when you—.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you replied softly, cringing at the embarrassing memories he was bringing up.

He rubbed his thumb over your lips, leaning in again for another kiss. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, so gorgeous and I.. I love you so much.” Gareth said softly before he kissed your lips again.

You sighed into the kiss and melted, turning into putty in his hands. Deepening the kiss, your fingers played with the curls on his neck, pulling them gently. Gareth groaned softly into the kiss, pulling you towards him more, his now rock hard erection hitting your thigh.

You moaned softly, pulling on his curls tighter. He sighed, pushing you back towards your bed, breaking the kiss to gently place you on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed you again, rubbing his erection against your thigh, groaning into the kiss.

You groaned loudly, your hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt. You tugged at his shirt before he pulled away, looking down at you.

“Woah, woah,” he said, catching his breath. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything, I know you’re a virgin and you’re waiting for the right moment with the right person,” he said sweetly, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

“Mhm,” you hummed, biting your lip. “I found the right person and the right moment,” you replied, squirming under his kisses.

“Is that so?” He asked, smiling sweetly as he looked down at you. You looked up at him and met his eyes, nodding slightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, playing with the hem of his shirt again. “Now, uh, fuck me?” You asked softly. “Please?”

Gareth laughed at your words, pulling away to slide his shirt off. He slid the simple black Metallica shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. You looked up at him, running your hands over his chest and stomach gently before you leaned in and kissed him again.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He took this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue, his right hand playing with the bottom of your sweater.

You pulled away and gasped for air, reaching down to the hem of your sweater. You lifted it up, arching your back slightly to get the sweater off of your body. Pulling it up and over your head, you threw it with Gareth's shirt before you laid back down, looking up at him.

"What?" You asked as he looked down at you, his eyes exploring your now bare torso to him.

"No bra, huh?" He asked, his fingertips grazing down your side gently. You shivered and bit your lip, shaking your head.

"Nah, don't like them," you replied, looking up at him. He nodded, his fingertips continuing to move up and down your side.

"You're, wow," he said, leaning down to kiss your neck. He peppered kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone and upper chest, leaving sloppy kisses over both of your breasts. He kissed over your left breast, biting on the skin above your nipple gently. He nibbled the skin softly before blowing on it, creating a small, purple mark.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip as your right hand moved to his hair, pulling on his curls again.

"Fuck, baby, you gotta stop pulling my hair," he said, looking up at you.

"S-Sorry," you replied, releasing your grip on his hair gently. He smirked a little, kissing down your stomach softly.

"I guess I can forgive you," he mumbled against your skin, playing with the hem of your leggings. "Can I take these off?" He asked, looking at you. You nodded, closing your eyes gently. He repositioned himself and slowly slid your leggings off, pulling them down your legs.

As soon as they were off, your thighs moved together, suddenly feeling very vulnerable underneath Gareth in only your panties. He noticed and smiled at you, moving your thighs apart gently.

"Awe, baby," he said, smiling at you. "You're so pretty," he added. He left soft kisses up and down your thighs, leaving a gentle kiss on your core through your panties.

You squirmed and whined again, looking down at him. "Gare," you whined, moving your hand to his hair again. "This isn't fair," you added, bucking your hips up in search of some friction.

"I think it's perfectly fair," he replied, standing up. You looked at him and pouted.

"What're you doing?" You asked, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Well, I kind of need my pants off if you want to have sex," he responded, undoing his belt.

"Oh," you nodded, laying your head back on the pillows. “Right,” you said, looking at him. You watched as he undid his belt and jeans and stepped out of them, before he slid his boxers down, now standing completely naked in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked him up and down, gulping slightly. “Damn,” you mumbled.

"Hm?" Gareth asked, looking up at you. You shook your head and looked back at his face, pretending you didn't say anything.

"You're, uh, you're really hot," you said softly, a bit embarrassed to be in this situation and not know what to do.

"I think that's you," he corrected, sliding your panties down gently. He kneeled in between your thighs and looked up at you. "Now, you're sure you want this, right? Because I can stop; we can stop," Gareth asked, looking at you.

"I'm so sure, please," you begged. He smiled softly and leaned down to kiss your lips. His dominant hand met your core and rubbed up and down your folds softly, causing you to moan against his lips.

He opened your folds gently with his fingers before he pumped his middle finger and in and out a couple of times. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, your eyes closed as soft moans were escaping your lips.

"God, you're so pretty when you look like that," he breathed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of feeling, looking up at him.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked. He smiled, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds gently, moving with ease with your slick. You groaned, sighing softly. "Oh, that makes sense," you nodded.

"I'm going to go slow," Gareth said, slowly sliding into you a little bit. "Tell me to stop at any point if you feel uncomfortable or if you want me to stop, okay?" You nodded again, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. His finger felt good but it was nothing like this.

You sighed, your head resting on the pillow. After a few seconds Gareth moved further into you, and again, until he was fully inside of your warmth. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours as he waited for your signal to keep going. He looked down at your face, placing a soft and sweet kiss on your lips gently.

"Hm," you hummed against his lips. "I, uh, I think you can move now." You said, looking up at him. He nodded slightly and slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the feeling, screwing your eyes shut. "Hm, you're so big," you groaned out.

Gareth moaned softly, kissing your neck gently as he continued to thrust in and out of you slowly. "God, baby, you feel so good," Gareth mumbled into your neck. You moaned again, your hand moving to his curls yet again. You ran your fingers through his curls, tugging on them gently as you closed your eyes.

He continued to thrust in and out of you slowly, moving his dominant hand down to your clit, rubbing circles on it gently.

You gasped softly, tugging on his curls harder at the feeling. His gentle and deep thrusts, his fingers moving against your clit, it was all too much. You moaned loudly, clenching around him. Gareth groaned against your neck again, continuing to thrust slowly, helping you ride out your high.

He made a couple more thrusts before he pulled out of you and finished on your stomach, groaning loudly.

"Fuck," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss your head. He stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing some tissues to help you clean up. He walked back to you lying on your bed and wiped your stomach clean, throwing the tissue away.

Gareth slid his boxers back on before he grabbed your panties and his shirt, handing them to you. You smiled softly at him and put your panties back on and slid his shirt on, humming to yourself as you laid back in your bed.

He moved towards you and laid down next to you, you smiled and moved towards him, resting your head on his chest. You sighed and draped your arm over his stomach, nuzzling your head into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of your head gently, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you, baby," Gareth mumbled softly into your hair. You smiled, leaving soft kisses on his chest.

"I love you too, bubba," you replied, closing your eyes.

"Still upset about Jason?" He asked, rubbing circles on your hip with his fingers.

"Who?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.

"That's what I thought," he smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

God, the Hellfire boys definitely won't believe him if he tells them about this.

[seulgisqt]

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑— valentina giacinti

valentina giacinti x fem!reader

(a/n: had this small blurb sitting in my drafts since feb/march? idk but I think I might do a pt. 2 of this vale piece but anyways enjoy my luvvies ^_^)

word count: 434

genre: fluff with an angsty tendencies??

The air hung comfortably silent in the living room, as you and Valentina huddled around your suitcase. With her sitting on the blue hardshell as you were on your knees trying to close your luggage, tugging at the zip. 

“Mia Rosa, move your legs for a moment.” Tapping Val’s calf gently so you can drag the zip around the suitcase, letting your girlfriend attach the lock. As Val clicked the lock into place, you couldn't help but notice the dejected look on her face. Her lips formed a slight pout as the curls of her hair cascaded across her face.

“You know, six months will pass by in the blink of an eye,” you said with a soft smile, gently brushing the overgrown hair out of her face. “We’ll see.” she huffed, plopping down on the carpet across from you, leaning against the overstuffed suitcase. “What time is your flight?”

“5:15,” you answered shortly, “it’s now 11, so I’m going to get ready.” Standing up to head to the bathroom.

Valentina had been quiet all morning as you hurried around the apartment frantically, trying to collect last-minute items for your flight. The airline you worked for wanted you to relocate to Dubai and that meant turning your relationship with Valentina into a long-distance one. As the moving day approached, it became evident that Valentina struggling to come to terms with the idea of relocation. Every time the topic was brought up, she seemed to dodge it, perhaps in the hope that you might reconsider the opportunity and decide to stay in Rome with her.

As time went by, you eventually found yourself in front of the hallway mirror with only a couple of minutes until you needed to head off. You meticulously adjusted your hair parting, making sure to smooth down any stray hairs and ensuring that they stayed in place. The lingering scent of hairspray filled the air as you worked on perfecting your look.

Valentina sauntered over to you, her steps deliberate and graceful, the aroma of her coffee trailing behind her. As she took her last sip before setting it down on the coffee table, her gaze lingered on you, assessing you from top to bottom. As she reached out a warm hand to straighten the lapels of your blazer, you caught a glimpse of her intent expression in the reflection. The subtle movements of her hand and the furrow of her brow hinted at the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

“You’ll be back before you know it.” her voice exuded a sense of calm reassurance. You hum in agreement, your eyes gazing over the tiny bumps of her freckles. “I promise you it won’t be long and you have many matches to play whilst I'm away,” your voice cracking slightly as you pulled her into a tight embrace, hearing her small sniffle by your ear, holding in her tears.

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Hello, everyone!!! My name is Mardi and I'm taking HEADCANNON requests!! (DON'T REQUEST ONE SHOTS)

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• Mauga

• Reaper

• Ramattra

• Zenyatta

• Sombra

• Widowmaker

• Junkrat

• Dva

• Echo

• Mei

• Ashe

• Bastion (Platonic)

• Ana

~Bayverse

• Bumblebee

• Optimus

• Megatron

• Hot Rod

• Dino

• Jazz

• Sideswipe

~ ROTB:

• Optimus

• Mirage

• Niah Diaz

• Wheeljack

~ Transformers Prime

• Optimus

• Bumblebee

• Arcee

• Wheeljack

• Rachet (The literal girlboss)

• Bulkhead (platonic)

• Ultra Magnus

• Megatron

• Soundwave

• Starscream

• Shockwave

• Predaking

• Knockout

• Breakdown

• Dreadwing

• 5t3v3 + T0M + G4RR1

• Hardshell + Insecticons

• Arachnid

• Basically everyone. If I didn't name them, request anyways. I'll update later.

~ R.I.D 2015

• Bumblebee

• Jazz

• StrongArm

• Grimlock

• Soundwave

• Fixit

• Sideswipe

• Steeljaw

~ Transformers Animated (TFA)

• Bumblebee

• Rachet

• Bulkhead

• Blurr

• Prowl

• Jazz

• Longarm

• Megatron

• Starscream

• Blitzwing

• Lugnut

• Shockwave

• Blackarachnia

~ MTMTE

• Rodimus Prime

• Whirl

• Megatron

• Chromedome

• Rewind

• Poly!Chrome&Rewind

• Elita One (G1 AND Idw)

~ JJK

• Any and all characters. Except Mahito.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (The Living Kill Too) Chapter 1

Well guys watched a zombie movie the other day and was like yeah I'm gonna make a CoD zombie fic. So here y'all go. I don't own any of the characters from CoD.

The growling outside the door was getting louder, and there was only one way this could end. Those things out there used to be people, friends and family. Now they were ruthless animals that would rip you apart if they got the chance. The old door would eventually give way and then you were truly fucked. You would either starve to death here or those things would tear you limb from limb. Not the best options in your opinion, but the only way out was that door. 

The hours ticked by as you fought to stay awake, but that's when you saw a small window that you hadn’t noticed because of all the clutter. You rush to it, pulling things out of the way and peek outside. It’s clear so you push it open and step out onto the roof looking around noticing that the sun is starting to go down. That could be a death sentence due to the fact that in the dark it’s harder to spot the enemy. 

The freshly changed ones could still run and somewhat climb although very awkwardly. That's what made the first few weeks so dangerous. Once they start to deteriorate that's when they become slow, but even then they could be silent killers. You wouldn’t know they were there until they were biting into your flesh. You needed to move but there were dead below you, but the houses were pretty close together. Taking a running leap and you were able to make it to the next house.

You continued this trend until one roof gave way and you fell. The disorientation took a minute to dissipate then you were up taking in your surroundings. All of this running was exhausting, but then the growl from your stomach reminded you why you were out here in the first place. You had been scavenging houses looking for food. No food had been found yet, but you were certain there had to be something in this town.

Climbing down from the attic you listened for any movement in the house. There was no movement that you could tell so straight to the kitchen. The cabinets were empty so you looked in the basement. There were two jars of pickles and some spam. The spam was not your favorite but you were so hungry it didn’t matter.

You tore open the spam and dug in eating one can then two leaving you with three more. You put them into your sack along with the two jars of pickles. You walked upstairs to peer out seeing no danger you walked out into the street. The woods were up ahead you could break into a couple more houses and see if there was any more food. The first one you broke into didn’t have anything worth taking.

The second house seemed to have been untouched making you wonder if there were dead already inside. You opened the door easily and slipped inside going straight for the kitchen. On the way to the kitchen you noticed a bag on the floor of what looked like an old living room. You opened it to find medical supplies and food. Jackpot you thought as you stood with the bag in hand until a hand clamped over your mouth and a knife against your throat. 

“Drop it”, a gruff accented voice told you. You obeyed, dropping it to the floor waiting for the opportune moment. It presented itself when a coughing from upstairs made him slacken his grip. You headbutted the person although you hit something much harder than a face. The person groaned. When you turned around there stood a behemoth of a man with a hardshell skull mask that looked too real for your liking. What was even worse was that he had a handgun pointed at your head.

“Please I didn’t know this place was already spoken for I’ll just leave”, you state backing into a wall. “Nah love it’s not gonna work like that”, he growled. “Look I won’t take anything I’ll be on my way and you will never see my face again”, you huffed. “You’re not going anywhere. Now up the stairs”, he ordered.

You thought about your options, but considering the rifle slung across his back and the gear he had on he wasn’t someone you wanted to piss off. You started up the stairs as he followed you getting closer to the coughing you had heard earlier. He had you open the door and the first thing you noticed was the man laying on the bed. He had a mohawk, visibly bleeding, shaking and very pale. 

The man in the mask grabbed your hand and put flex cuffs on you and made you sit in the corner. “How ya’ feelin’ Soap?”, he questioned. “Feel like I got hit by a truck. If I die Ghost ye can have my sniper rifle”, the one called Soap said. “You’re not gonna’ die not on my watch”, the one named Ghost replied. He checked the wound and let out a sigh. “It's bad init”, Soap groaned.

“The bullet didn’t exit, and it needs to come out as soon as possible, but we don’t have any instruments to dig it out”, Ghost sighed. “I can help with that”, you spoke up. Both men turned their gazes to you as you motioned to your bag. “I used to be a medic. I have some experience”, you negotiate. Both men seem to think it over when Soap nods. Ghost got up and unsheathed his knife pointing it at you.

“If you kill him or he dies I’ll gut ya understand?”, Ghost growled. You looked into his eyes noting that there was no lie in his words. Cleaning the wound was your first priority so you dug through your bag finding a bottle of bourbon you had been traveling with. “This is going to sting a lot”, you apologized. “It’s alright lass I had worse though can’t remember when”, he chuckled which turned into a groan as you poured the alcohol into his wound. 

Once that was done you quickly pulled out some forceps. “Give me your belt”, you demanded the man Soap called Ghost. “What for ya’ can’t use it for a tourniquet”, he huffed. “To give him something to bite down on you twatwaffle. It’s going to hurt and those things out there in the streets are attracted to noise”, you huffed. Ghost seemed to think about it then sighed heavily and took his belt off handing it over. 

“Soap was it. I want you to bite down on this and try your damndest not to attract the dead out there”, you told him. He nodded as you put the belt in his mouth and he clamped down on it. The bullet wasn’t very deep so finding it wasn’t that hard, but pulling it out was somewhat difficult. Each tug had Soap’s groans growing louder as the pain increased. When you looked, Ghost was by the window watching for any enemies. Several twists and pulls later the bullet popped free. 

“There now I just have to stitch you up”, you smiled with triumph. “How long before he is stitched up and ready to move?”, Ghost questioned. “He shouldn’t be moving until the color comes back into his cheeks. He will be weak from blood loss and that is going to require him to rest”, you responded. “That won’t be an option if we have tangos incoming”, Ghost said. “How long do I have?”, you asked.

“Not long I’d say at least five minutes”, he murmured. “I can do it then I’ll help you move”, you said as you stitched. You finished in three minutes flat as Ghost had gotten all the gear they had come with. He also picked up your bag as you helped Soap to his feet and down the stairs to the back door of the house. The backyard led into the woods as Ghost told you which way to go when you heard it. 

The dead were following and some sounded fresh as they were gaining on your small group. “They’re gonna catch us”, you huffed helping Soap along. Ghost looked back and he hated to admit it, but you were right. To you it looked like he was torn on leaving you to slow down the hoard or to stay with Soap. “You take him and go straight to the clearing”, he commanded. “No you…”, you began to argue. 

“That was an order! get him to safety”, he shouted. Soap was too weary to say anything focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. You looked back once more to see him pull out a knife as he attracted them to him. In the darkness you and Soap stumbled your way through the forest until you hit a clearing with a sizable structure surrounded by concrete walls. 

As you got closer lights blinded you and people were yelling at you both to raise your hands. “I need help!” you yelled. They continued to yell until two men were standing in front of you with their rifles pointed at you. You couldn’t make out features as one of the men came and took Soap then another man appeared with a black sack of sorts. 

It happened so fast the man with the sack placed it over your head then hit the back of your knees taking you down. “What the hell? I didn't do anything! Get off me you son of a bitch!” you fought until a sharp pain to your temple made everything go black. There was only darkness, maybe you were dead and the sharp pain was a bullet going through your skull, but you don’t remember hearing a gun go off.

It wasn’t long before you woke up tied to a chair. There was nothing in the room other than you and the chair you were tied to. You sat there for what felt like hours, but was probably shorter. You had no idea what happened to Soap. Ghost had commanded you to keep him safe and for some reason you felt like a failure. They could be torturing him right now or worse. No you couldn’t think like that.

That’s when you knew what you had to do. After stopping your own mini panic attack you focused on which ties seemed loose. It took a while but you slipped your right hand free at the expense of your now raw and bleeding hand. Acting quickly you untied your other hand then your ankles. Slipping to the door you checked it, finding it locked of course. You were going to have to wait until that door opened to do what you had planned. 

You paced the room for what felt like hours when your brain decided on the next course of action. Stalking over to the chair you noticed the wooden legs would be sturdy enough for what you needed. Breaking two of the legs off you felt them in your hands. You prayed this would work as you continued to pace. You waited and then the lock on the door sounded as you ran to get behind it.

“What the fuck?” was all the man said before you hit him in the back of the head with your makeshift baton. You looked into the hallway, but didn’t see anyone else. You didn’t know where you had to go now, but you had to get Soap and get out of there. You ran down several zig zagging hallways until you reached a door. When you opened it you were met with raging winds, lightning and pouring rain. 

You didn’t know how, but you had to find Soap especially if Ghost did find you he would probably kill you for letting Soap get taken in the first place. You silently crept past some crates as the rain soaked you to the bone. You went into the first building you saw, then the second and the third. By the fourth building you were losing hope that you would find him, but something caught your eye. 

A soft light and beeping like that of a heart monitor was what drew you to a small room. There on a bed was Soap hooked up to a heart monitor and IV’s. Wait what was going on here you could have swore these people were enemies. You quickly checked him over as you were to see he was stable and in good condition. While checking him over strong arms wrapped around you causing you to panic and thrash. 

You went to scream as a hand clamped over your mouth. You bit down as they hissed a curse. Nothing worked as you kept trying, but managed to remember you still held onto the makeshift batons. Bringing the one in your right hand down onto the attacker's leg it stunned them enough to loosen their grip. Next was throwing your head back as a curse rang in your ear. 

Pulling away you put yourself in front of Soap to sort of shield him. You came face to face with a black man wearing a ball cap. “You did me in when I came to check on ya’, but there is nowhere for you to go. The whole base is on alert. Lower your weapons”, he stated calmly. “Gaz is that you?”came a rough Scottish accent. You turned slightly to look at Soap, but keep an eye on this stranger he thought was Gaz. 

What kind of name was Gaz anyhow? “Yeah it's me Soap”, the mystery man said. “Wait what the hell is going on here?” you questioned completely confused now. “We found you with Soap outside the perimeter. He was with another man named Ghost. What did ya do to him?” he grilled. “Nothing, we were being chased by the deadheads after I stitched Soap up. Ghost led them away and told me to keep heading in the direction we were headed. Then next thing I know I’m tied to a chair in a locked room for no reason”, you huff. 

Gaz looked to Soap as if to confirm everything you had said, and when Soap nodded Gaz relaxed. “Lass it’s okay Gaz isn’t gonna hurt ye”, Soap reassured. Gaz stuck out a hand and Soap nodded to you. Hesitantly you took the outstretched hand and shook it. “Names Kyle, but you can call me Gaz”, he smiled. “Y/N)”, you nodded. “Guess I should let the Captain know you're awake and what the situation is”, Gaz stated.

As Gaz contacted his Captain you busied yourself looking at the stitched wound. As you looked, Soap asked you about Ghost, and you couldn’t look him in the eye as you told him that Ghost had split off to lead the deadheads away. Soap was talking about how Ghost would turn up sooner or later. You listened as you tended to Soap until the Captain arrived. 

Once Captain Price, as you found out he was called, heard Soap’s recollection of events he decided that you were worth keeping around in case of injuries. “The doctor we have here said that if it weren’t for you Soap may not have made it back to us, but I’m amazed at your determination to escape being held captive and for coming to find Soap. A person you had only known for a couple of hours”, he said making small talk. 

“I just wished the roles had been reversed for your missing man”, you told him. Price kept silent at that watching closely as you seemed to be having a war inside your head. “How long has it been since you had a good meal?” Price asked you. When you didn’t answer and hid your face from his prying eyes that answered his question. You refused to move from Soap’s side still hearing Ghost telling you to keep an eye on him, and keeping him safe. 

Price admired the loyalty you were showing after you had told him what Ghost had told you to do. Gaz had sauntered off at Price’s request to get you some food. You couldn’t believe your eyes as Gaz brought back what seemed to be stew and bread. Price watched as you scarfed the food down, but had to leave when there was a call over his radio about a problem at one of the walls. 

With a stomach full you tried to fight sleep by making sure that Soap’s IV and heart monitor were functioning. Checking his stitches several more times and making sure the bandages were okay helped, but your eyelids were getting heavy. Your wrist was still raw, but you didn’t want to bother anyone at this hour as it seemed late. Sleep was taking you as you thought about Ghost wondering if he was going to make it back until everything melted away into darkness.

[transformers-spike]

Maybe the 1st kids Hardshells but Megatron refuses to admit it and instead he convinces himself the kids his bio kid

Who knows how, the kid turns into a bug, but Megs still thinks that ones his

Self-gaslighting at its finest If Airachnid tries to control it, he's going to fucking deck her. This is his sparkling and even if it looks and sounds weird, it's his and his alone The reader got the biggest spike of her life that one night, but she does not regret it. The child ends up taller than Megatron. He is so proud of it.

[stickytrigger69]

Cool, cool, cool, uuuhhhhhhh. Why me lmaooooo XD

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how descriptive or otherwise. Allow people to send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then reply with a sneak peek or more in-depth description of what the story is about. And then (I'm so sorry bout this) tag as many people as there are drafts in your WIP folder.

This will be a big one so, without further a do.

1. TFPKnockout corrupting femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

2. TFP team prime x sparkling reader (platonic)

3. TFP Dom Airachnid x sub male cybertronian reader (nsfw)

4. TFP team Megatron x femme cybertronian reader (dubcon)

5. Bayverse team prime x GN Cybertronian Reader (platonic)

6. TFP Oppy and Ratchet (separate) x human femme reader (platonic)

7. Love letter from TFP Ratchet to femme cybertronian reader

8. TFP Megatron x femme Cybertronian reader (nsfw, corruption)

9. TFP dreadwing and skyquake x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

10. TFP Knockout x bimbo femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

11. G1 Oppy x femme human cybertronian reader (nsfw)

12. TFP hardshell + insecticons x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

13. TFP Soundwave x Femme cybertronian reader (nsfw, prisoner autobot reader)

14. TFP Predaking x femme cybrtronian reader (nsfw)

15. TFP Breakdown x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw, brat taming)

16. TFP starscream x mech cybertronian reader (romantic)

17. MTMTE Megatron x GN Cybertronian Reader (megs is pining)

18. TFP Hardshell x Ladybug Femme Cybertronian Reader (platonic)

19. TFP Autobots and Decepticons (separate) x GN Teen Cybertronian Reader (platonic)

20. TFP Starscream x mech cybertronian reader (nsfw)

21. G1 Starscream x GN Human Reader (platonic)

22. G1 Octane x G1 Sandstorm (romance, angst, big sad)

23. Cyberverse Soundwave x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw)

24. Cyberverse Soundwave and Shockwave fighting over GN Cybertronian Reader

25. G1 Soundwave love letter to GN Cybertronian Reader

26. TFP Soundwave and Shockwave competing for cybertronian femme reader

27. IDW Soundwave x femme cybertronian reader (nsfw, reader blackmailing him for his affection)

Yeah, that's what we got. Lots of choices, lots of work, lol. But we gettin' it done XD as for who I have to tag, I'll just tag a small handful of about 5 users maybe 🤔 I dunno, nearly 30 fics in the works and I want to leave room for others to be tagged too so *shrug*

@breakdownsbuttlights @rawmeknockout @transformers-insanity @uselessmicrowave @hidden-scarlet-whispers

WIP Title Game

Thank you @supervisormeero for the tag! A lot of these wips were in just one document, so this was a good reason to organise them better.

Apart from the Tarkin one, all the wips listed below are for Andor - two absurd comedies, two keero, one abstract horror, one that's just weird.

[I've also got a heap of words for historical fiction shows, but I haven't listed them.]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. A Pleasant Break from the Complexities of Living

2. Are you aware you're in a sewer, Mr. Karn?

3. ISB meets Pre-Mor

4. Office lock in Syril at the window

5. Keeping secrets from you

6. Car backseat

7. Tarkin-reader

I think most people I know who post their writing have already been tagged. @shyspider @moff-times throwing this out to you if you want to do it. And an open invitation to anyone else reading this who wants to! Sorry if we're mutuals and I don't know you write

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TFP CONS x gn human reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, starscream ,, soundwave ,, knockout ,, breakdown ,, shockwave ,, dreadwing ,, steve ,, insecticons / hardshell ,, predaking ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> would you love me if i was a worm 💔💔

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— some goofy stuff

megatron -

• he wouldnt ,, hes so done with your shit he just glares at you from his position

• " if you turn into a worm ill drop you out the window " - his exact words

• if youre able to be turned into a worm he wouldn't love you anymore ,, he'd leave you outside in freefall instead of keeping you

• hes tired man ,, hes in a war and youre asking goofy questions

starscream -

• he just gives you a look of disgust and that's enough said

• he wouldnt but he would keep you ,, just at a distance

• as long as you wont inch your wormy body towards him ,, he couldnt care less

soundwave -

• his visor displays a frowning emoji ,, before picking you up in his tendrils

• he shakes his helm yes ,, and shows a small terrarium enclosure ,, which you take as what you would live in

• its nice to know that he has a backup plan in case that does happen ,, if it even does that is

knockout -

• he'll give out a small laugh and when he realizes the question is serious he shuts up and stares at you

• aint no way mann ,,

• he'll give a sigh and says he'll see what he would do but no guarantees about anything

• at least hes making an effort to try yknow

breakdown -

• hes so sad :(( ,, he doesnt want you to turn into a worm ,, its already hard enough to not harm you in any way as it is

• and if you turn into a worm then itll be even more difficult

• he'll still love you though ,, he says ,, he'll find a way to change you back into a human

• he'll make you a little worm house and take such good care of you ,, he promises you that

shockwave -

• interesting question ,, though the possibilities for that to even happen are low ,, yet not impossible

• his fins twitch as he thinks about it ,, his optic glowing brighter the more he thinks on it

• he says it would depend ,, really

• if youre alive he will try to find a way to return you to your state ,, but if you happen to die ,, theres not really much he can do there

• it would also be a great opportunity to study minimalistic organisms on this planet

dreadwing -

• hes not entirely sure on what a worm is ,, but he assures you there is nothing to worry about

• he will still love you no matter what ,, he wont stop just because you happen to be turned into something else

• in his processor worms are big creatures that are scary ,, not little dirt creatures that wiggle around

• dont tell him that

steve -

• he most definitely will ,, he'll find a way to keep you in his habsuite and get the things you'd need

• he'll pet you gently and be mindful of his actions and where he walks

• he'll take you on trips and stuff and make sure you wont dry out in the sun

• he'll still love you if youre a worm

predaking -

• he's not sure what worms are either but he wouldnt change his mind all the sudden

• you're his significant other ,, his beloved ,, his mate

• why wouldnt he love you ? even if it means you've been cursed to a different form

• he'll probably pester shockwave about changing you back too

hardshell / insecticons -

• he would be sooo confused yet he wouldnt deny that the question is strange

• because of the hive mind ,, theyd all know about the question

• still doesnt make them think any different of you

• they'll still love you anyways ,, so no worries there

[creampill]

omg ,, you write for the insecticons 😭❤️ little buggies omg ,, for the prompt #9 w/ hardshell <3 he keeps snagging the pillows whilst trying to make the perfect little bed for his gn s/o ? maybe reader steals some cuddles from the big loaf 😭 love the insecticons sm <3

(YESSSS I DO INDEED WRITE FOR THE BUGS!!!!! Here are your cuddles 💖)

Hardshell/Reader Prompt Fill: ”Stop taking all the pillows!”

There has been a notable absence of all pillow-like surfaces in your house recently.

It started with things you only noticed once you went to look: the spare towels and blankets in the linen closet, the few random pillows hidden in the darkest corners of every room, even old clothing you hadn’t touched for what felt like years had seemingly disappeared into thin air.

When it extended to your couch’s throw pillows, you started to get suspicious. When it got to the couch cushions themselves? That was cause for investigation.

And the culprit was not hard to find, especially since he’d openly admitted that he’d done it.

Hardshell, your wonderful, sweet-hearted partner, sat expectantly in front of the most elaborate pillow fort you had ever seen, gesturing to it while saying excitedly;

“I made nest!”

“I… ‘shell…” you trailed off, unable to properly articulate all the thoughts bouncing around in your head.

His wings dropped, “do you not like?”

You were quick to reassure him, “oh no, it’s wonderful! I just-“

He cut you off by knocking you off your feet into a cuddle, collapsing into the pillow pile and pulling you down with him. He nuzzled and gave you his little mandible-pseudo-kisses while clicking with delight.

“So glad you like it,” he cooed, tucking more of the stolen pillows and blankets around you to make you more comfortable, “never made organic nest. Needs lost of soft. Soft enough?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, kissing him back, “yes, it is soft enough, but you can’t just take stuff from around the house like this.”

“Why not?” He questioned, tilting his head.

“Because I need it! You took my mattress, shelly, I need to sleep on it.”

You could hear the mirth when he replied, “but you sleep here! With me, in nest!”

“No, that’s not what I-“ he interrupted you again with more loving mandible kisses and little coos, and you spluttered and tried to playfully shove him away, “stop taking all the pillows!”

He only agreed to stop once he was content in how swaddled you were, and had promised to spend at least a few cycles with him in his new nest.

(You did not know how long a cycle was, but you couldn’t say no to that face.)

[cybertronian-cupid]

❤️Valveplug TFP Decepticons❤️

What do they enjoy giving most; blowjobs, handjobs or offering their valve?

............................. ....................... ............................

Megatron: valve, for fucks sake, use his valve all you like.

Starscream: despite constantly complaining about the taste, he loves giving blowjobs.

Soundwave: a master of handjobs, as well as using his cables to get his partner off. His valve is sensitive so he'll ask you to take it slow.

Knockout: handjobs and valve

Breakdown: blowjobs

Skyquake: blowjobs

Dreadwing: handjobs so he can keep kissing his s/o while he's getting them off

Airachnid: valve, but the way she swallows around a cock when giving a blowjob is intoxicating

Shockwave: he really wishes he could give them blowjobs, but his handjobs are god tier. Will take some time before he presents his valve.

Predaking: blowjobs

Steve/Vehicons: Steve enjoys valve, and with the rest it can be a mixed bag. Most however still preferr handjobs.

Hardshell/Insecticons: as scary as it may seem, the blowjobs truly are worth it

Makeshift: anything his s/o wants, but he enjoys giving handjobs the most

[supernovafeather]

Primal Call (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Warnings : Sex pollen (parasite/mind control), dub con foreplay under influence then fully consented intercourse with clear mind, smut, swearing, pregnancy kink, oral sex (man receiving), mutual pining.

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Maybe losing tracks of reality isn't this bad thinks Leto as he stares at your back turned to him in your small cell. Even kneeled on the ground, facing the grey flat and metallic wall, you inhale deeply like you would if a breeze just brought some delicate fragrance to your nostrils. He has been watching you for several minutes, trying to evaluate the danger you have been since the end of your expedition. Apparently threat is not a word qualifying you, contrary to what your men are.

The duke of Arrakis lowers his gaze to his bandaged right arm, and grimace briefly at the pain on his neck. If your soul looks peaceful it must be because it is unstimulated. As the leader of the battalion you got the privilege of getting locked in this small cell, alone, in complete silence. The bearded man tries not to think about the leap his heart took when he learned the whole battalion got poisoned by something apparently attacking the brain. You never noticed his attachment from what he knows and no one else neither. Well, Paul knows about it, his son is far from being stupid after all.

"I like the moon over the ocean." You say in such a low and absent-sounding voice that he first thinks he dreamt it. "It is bright. It's wonderful."

So you know he is here yet don't show any sign of violence ? He raises an eyebrow at it, his mood darkening as he grabs his small sword attached to his hip, just in case. Your mind may be clearer than your soldiers', but you still got affected.

"Do you miss the ocean ?" He asks as he gets closer to you by only one footstep, never blinking as you keep the same position as before.

"Yes. The cold wind. The waves. The sound of them." You answer quietly before inhaling again, the back of your head lowering a bit as you raise your face and make your nose visible from where he is. "Dunes are magnificent at night. Unmoving sand waves. But water is unique."

He appreciates this uncharacteristically relaxed voice of yours. It sounds somewhere in-between sleepy and high. Something about it lulls him but Leto knows better than letting his guard down. The men who attacked him - maybe obeying you directly but having to obey him above anything else - made it clear by leaving so many bruises in his flesh.

"I can imagine it." He says slowly as he remains where he is, his fingers tightening their grip just in case. "You still seem to appreciate Arrakis."

"I appreciate where life brings me to."

You are definitely high. This doesn't quite sound like the usual "you" he knows. Always haunted by this sourness filling your eyes when dark subjects are discussed about, this sad nostalgia of your native planet being the only thing making your eyes water when you think no one can see you. But he does. He would see these vulnerable moment of yours before you grow your hardshell back.

"Can you see the ocean ?"

"I do, I do it is right here." You say as you point at an invisible in front of you, designating the perfectly flat wall emprisonning you. "It is far yet so familiar. I love the sound of it. There must be so many giant beings underneath its surface."

Leto takes the risk of ungrasping his sword, his hand still ready to take it, just in case. And he even gets closer to you, standing by your side as he looks down at your dreamy face. He inhales sharply at your features, drinking in the delicacy present on them. Never before he saw this brightness, this emotion in your eyes. This sad smile dressing your dry and damaged lips he's been wanting to kiss for so many weeks now. His rank wouldn't permit him to do such a thing though. He has to control his pulsions and dreams all the time. Caressing your cheek ? You would be seen as the temptation deserving a punishment worse than a man who would have killed another one. Some flesh crimes are seen as worse than others, no matter what their level of purity is. So many years before he would have agreed with them. But now that he knows better what life is...

"Do you know if your men can see the ocean ?"

"They only see lava. There is no peace in their mind. Only fear. Their dreams are cursed, and even daytime is a part of it."

He frowns at this, trying to understand what you are implying as you finally make eye contact with him, your pupils more dilated than anything else but... empty. It is more disturbing to witness than the rage fuelling the soldiers'.

"Do you know what daytime is ?"

"Not anymore but this doesn't mean it doesn't exist. After all day is night elsewhere."

Repressing a frustrated sigh, Leto keeps the conversation going, trying to gather more information.

"What happened exactly to cause all of this ?"

"Someone paced on a flower. A flat flower, so thin it was growing directly on the rocks. It smelled good but I asked them to get out of here. I was one of the few barely affected because I saw the ocean outside and I wanted to see it. Sand was like water. Barely solid and hot water but... still liquid water. You know. It was..." and you never finish your sentence, your gaze inexpressive as your mouth stays agape.

"The only ocean out there was made and is still made of sand." He mumbles as he notices your breathing fastening. Maybe danger is closer than what he originally expected. "Do you feel anger ?"

"No my Lord," you say strangely breathless, "I feel things. But not anger."

He squints at your attention rising up in your pupils still turned to him, his hand slowly reaching for his sword in anticipation, his palm too sweaty for his confort. He doesn't want to shed blood.

"What are you experiencing then ?" He asks carefully as you turn around to face him, still sitting on the ground.

"Things I shouldn't." Is your only answer.

Tension thickens the atmosphere surrounding the both of you and Leto tries to anticipate your actions. His grasp around his sword still at his hip tightens as you kneel while staring up at him, closing the distance slowly by walking on your kneecaps. Once you are right in front of him, he is ready to use his blade. After all you are a threat right ? He should slit your throat open. Or maybe knock you down. But what if this drog, or poison or those spores can spread by skin contact ? Maybe he is breathing in something wrong because his veins are warming now. His focus is fully turned to you, his body aware of your hands rubbing his pants up and down.

"There is a voice louder than waves. She tells me she feels something radiating from you. And it's something I need now."

"Step back if you don't want to regret this," he mumbles as his muscles harden to ignore your touch, locking his feet to the ground.

"You are the best out of the men of Arrakis," you say in a voice so flat that the compliment doesn't fully reach his ears. "The best to give what I want."

Leto lets your hands getting closer to his crotch, his gaze turning artificially ice cold as he tries to adopt the same gimmicks than with annoying guests. But intimidation doesn't work on a clouded mind. And the seductive look you send from down there is enough to make him doubt on his motivation to stop you.

"This is not you," he whispers as he forces his eyes to stay open when a hand rubs the area of his crotch, an interested smile appearing on your lips as you look down at the bulge forming. He had some ideas of what he would do to you in more normal times, and what it would lead him to. Having you pregnant is one of these things. He doesn't know why he just... wants it. More than with any other woman he fantasized on. "Why are you not acting like the others ? You should want to rip my guts off like the other soldiers."

"I see why we want you, you only." You say before kissing his pants on the swollen part, his free hand then weakly reaching for your head to keep you a few inches away from it. "Best potential."

"We ?"

"Yes we." You answer before rubbing the bulge with your face, his breath stopping as your cheek presses innocently against it, going up and down. "We need seed."

His heart stops as he looks down, your closed eyes adverting his incredulous ones from your mouth closing on the fabric of his pants, your teeth teasing gently the sensitive parts underneath.

"Shit." He mumbles as he half-closes his eyelids, your palms grabbing his hips. "I should stop you."

"After we got your seed. Impregnate us."

The "us" disturbs him enough to make him look at he wall before him, but the thought of impregnating you ? And you explicitely asking for it ?

What should have been a painful hissing from you turns into a pleasured moan as he lifts you up by a firm grasp on your hair, your hands holding his wrist as the seductive glint in your eyes catches him off guard for one second. Your feet now carry you, your face at the same level as his.

"Who wants me to impregnate you sweetheart ? You ? Or this thing in your brain ?"

"You. I feel it." You whisper as a thin amount of saliva leaves the corner of your lips. "I feel people's pulsions. Primitive instincts. Physical attraction and arousal. "Show aggressiveness and I'll answer by aggressiveness. Show me arousal and I'll answer by arousal."

"Bullshit," he mumbles as he feels the bottom of your body pressing against his, your head still forced to stay at an acceptable distance from his, "your soldiers attacked me, injured me, and I held a weapon in your cell."

"Then you were angry at my soldiers for some reason, and not to me." You giggle before managing to rest your forehead against his, having his muscles melting too much for his liking. "Maybe because they would reduce your chances of impregnating the female you desire ?"

This word makes him push you brutally against the wall, your panicked squeal echoing the afraid glint of your eyes as his hand holds your throat, animosity clear in his pupils.

"You fucking impostor, fucking parasite, fucking despicable nothing, I warn you for the last time if you are a sentient being like you claim : I will never impregnate a body infected by something like you. We will get rid off you and exterminate you."

Mirroring his anger, your legs try to kick him but he tightens his grip around your throat, sorrow towards you making him soon the grip he had around the parasite. You drop onto your knees, your teary excuses following his steps as he walks out of the room.

Two days later he sees the evolution of this thing in your brain, long and thin tentacles spreading across your flesh. A microscopic being affecting you so much and looking so big on the X-Ray. Fortunately this thing is not unknown and you got forced to take the pills despite the fight that got involved. As you said, you answer to aggressiveness with aggressiveness and hurt two doctors. Now, Leto can only wait for a change.

Three days later, he stands near your bed, arms crossed as your exhausted eyes stare at the ceiling, listening to him uncomfortably.

"The goal of those things are to mirror others of the same kind as their host so they can spread when they cross the path of a potential partner. The partner has around 50% risks of getting parasited itself. The offspring around 90%."

"And did I harassed anyone ?"

"Nothing serious," lies Leto as he clasps his hands behind his back and stares at you. "We got everything under control. Same for your soldiers."

"Good."

Your strangled voice betrays your stress and his protectiveness kicks in as he smiles gently when your eyes lay on him with guilt.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Not many outsiders know about it and amnesia of hosts will make it harder to understand what happened."

"I'm sorry my Lord. For... you know..."

"You attacked me under its influence. I can't blame you. I showed aggressiveness and you responded. I am the one being sorry for what happened."

"Not this. I mean... before."

So you have a few memories. Shit. He remains silent, tilting his head to the side as you seem to be looking for your words, your pupils attempting to avoid him at all costs.

"I remember trying to do things. Things I shouldn't do to anyone."

"The parasite. Not you."

"So it was an actual memory, great." You mumble defeated as you rub your face with your palms. "Please don't..."

"No consequences, no blame, nothing." He assures you with a nod as his heart stings at your fear. "I won't talk about it to anyone. The parasite, not you. And I could have done... more to stop it too." He admits sheepishly.

"As respect of privacy is a myth once parasited by this crap, what... what made me do that ? I remember the wall, the ocean. Then... well, kneeling then getting threatened. But just flashes."

"I tried to talk to you normally. And I guess the parasite took me as a potential mate because I wasn't aggressive," he partially lies, "it didn't last for long."

You feel it and he knows it. The slight awkwardness at the end of his sentence. The little "don't worry what you know happened didn't happened" implied. You remember. How much ? Not fully, but more than he thought apparently as you settle your gaze on him. An inquisitive gaze. How was it for you to feel that yes he wanted to have his way with you ? Could you feel it ? Smell it ? Think it ? And even worse, that yes for a brief moment he wanted to impregnate you ? Could you feel the difference between desire of sex and impregnation ?

You could. He understands it at the way you act suddenly shy, your hands nervously resting on your sheets at the level of your belly, eyes setting on the wall by your side. Now he feels sick.

"My Lord... I-I am sorry for..."

"There is nothing to apologize for..."

"I mean it I shouldn't have heard those..."

"I... What ?"

You sigh nervously before looking up at him, your fingers playing with the sheets.

"I could hear some... thoughts or maybe it was the parasite communicating me its interpretation of behaviors or words or hormones or something I don't know. And... I could feel... well I heard something from its voice. Saying you would be a - I'm sorry if this sounds ridiculous - that you would be a perfect mate, that you wanted to be one, the one even... you know... giving us offsprings."

He saw it coming with all your hesitations yet looks away, shifting his feet as he thinks about his answer.

"Colonel," he begins to keep some distance from the tenderness he felt growing just because you are talking about children, "this situation was complicated formany reasons. Maybe it released some spores or influenced our hormones or..."

"Your mind was clear my Lord."

As you are right he doesn't say anything, holding your gaze. There is expectation in your eyes but what are you expecting of him ? He has no idea of what he should do. He already stepped back several timea and you always trapped him in his lies.

You already know, no matter what, and you are overcoming your embarrassment and fear of your superior to talk about it. Today you are the bravest human being of this room. So he sighs.

"Yes. It was."

And it's coming back now that he thinks about it. Having you talking about it eyea in the eyes, this shyness evolving into... into this curious glint from your bed. Then the way your sheets slowly caresses your bare leg, your hospital gown showing more than enough to attract his eyes while keeping your womanhood hidden, but not by much. It's there. You are offering it.

"Give me what you have to offer my Lord. I can't refuse anything to you." You whisper as you reveal your other leg to him, then removing the sheets from your chest.

"Offering yourself like this to your duke..." he mumbles with a smile as he walks closer slowly, his eyes now on the fabric giving away your perked nipples. "... this is unreasonable."

"I felt how strong this desire of yours is my Lord," and you shiver as his palm rubs one your bare legs, his pants too tight arouns his crotch. "And... I share this desire."

Then his eyes lock on the area revealed as you spread your legs, his bottom lip bitten at your womanhood in full display to him. And yes, you share his desire as some wetness glints from there. He smirks as he plays with the warm liquid from the tip of his forefinger, listening to your breath quickening as he barely touches you.

"Did you want to carry my child before getting infected by this thing ?"

"Yes my Lord."

"Have you really thought about it seriously ?" He asks before circling slowly around your swollen clit, his steely eyes now focused on your guilty face.

"Yes my Lord, I did, I want to carry your bastard." You claim as you watch his clothes revealing his skin more and more to your eagerness.

"As you wish little one. I'll give you what you wish."

To keep you quiet he has to press a hand against your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he whispers all the filthy words crossing his mind. Sometimes his thumb caresses your cheek tenderly between two deep and slow thrusts. He kisses your forehead as he finally feels your warmth engulfing his length, your legs around his waist as any doctor could walk in at any moment but... he couldn't wait. Just picturing you with a swollen belly was enough to make him hard at any moment of the day, and now having the opportunity to impregnate you ? It's too good. But it's more than that. It's impregnate you AND being and tender towards you and the child. Being there and protecting. It's more than a sexual fantasy of his. And at the way you look at him in relief as he makes you climax quietly shortly before him, he can tell you share this ambition.

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cw// poop, farting, explosions, birth, toes, licking, drugs, and more random crack stuff

·˚ ༘ quackity

drinking quackity's poo

he chomps your head off

reader has a farting problem and is insecure about it

puppy swallows u whole

surprise bomb

stolen spine

lice

nightmares

laptop pregnancy

quackspolsion

sugar sweet pumpkin princess

feast

my limpy greens

sock

mmm cheetos

·˚ ༘ wilbur

wilbur pushed you off a cliff

the pickle banana

patches??

he dies from steak

having a philza baby

he hits you with 50 trucks

shoving a pickle down his throat

date night but w/ a whoppa

pouring wax down your throat

raccooninnit

shoving a wii remote down his throat

sussy baka

would you still love me if I was a worm?

furry suit

musical birth

cafe trauma

guitar mistress

pain distraction

little vanilla shake

pretty butterfly

sonic queen

love me, bitch

i wanna be your bite of 87

custom keyboard

princess and the frog

kinky bitch

sugar daddy dream

·˚ ༘ karl

karl's grapefruit talent

karl poops out your baby

he's sick and you help him

thrown frog

panqueques of death

nutcracker

empty google doc

·˚ ༘ george

sucking george's blood from a booboo

george cleaning your toes w/ his tongue

farting

choking

new hubby

ofc its cold

·˚ ༘ dream

sucking his toes

mason jar

part 2. the feet switch

shoving poop down dream's throat

deez nuts

crack in prison

lettuce

taller

stinking up the mirror maze

strangling (dream x niss)

stanky leg

sweet little hardboiled egg

too flat for me

toxic acid

tokyo drift & shit

industry plant

dreamie-boo

arts new necklace

·˚ ༘ techno

techno burning an orphanage

he pours nail polish down your throat

plucking his nose hairs

forever wash cycle

wap

ranch

enjoy my love

·˚ ༘ tommy

little meow meow

nail clippings

myLife Light Pink Flat Series (2 Piece Snap On) Hardshell Plates Case for the iPhone 5/5S (5G) 5th Generation Touch Phone (Clip Fitted Front and Back Solid Cover Case + Rubberized Tough Armor Skin)

·˚ ༘ ranboo

pickle explosive

football

earth trembling fart

·˚ ༘ badboyhalo

love you to the moon and back.. literally

·˚ ༘ sbi

fitness gram pacer test | cont.

·˚ ༘ niki

death by the 9

·˚ ༘ sapnap

salmon out of water

·˚ ༘ jack manifold

endearing

·˚ ༘ multiple

like a small boat.. in the ocean

sam takesover

raccooninnit and raccoontubbo

shart stage

·˚ ༘ basilly

apology | cont.

surprise