#Cadet: *muffled* Help!

[isurrendertoclones]

Mird stealing small cadets and hiding them in its loose skin (pouch?)

#Vau: Mird… 🤨 #Cadet: *muffled* Help! #Mird: *trying to hide the awkward lump* #lord mirdalan #mird #repcomm #republic commando #walon vau #omfg

[jar-of-something-else]

sleeping w/ the mercs [IT IS LIKE THAT]

these are so badddddd bro literally ignore this i just need practice and the mercs are my victims pinky promise i'll get better

yeah the title is the exact same as the tf2 headcanons from my main SO WHAT

if ur under 16 please don't interact 👍🏻

afab reader i’m sorry guys :( gender is totally neutral though

obviously this is under a cut

warnings/includes: MENTIONS OF SYRINGES/NEEDLES, SCALPELS, AND MEDICAL STUFF IN MEDIC'S SECTION!!!!!! AND KNIVES AND BLOOD IN SNIPER'S!!!! these are so bad, pyro is insane, medic is also insane, sniper is depraved, actually everybody's depraved, i'm depraved and also so so sorry

mostly what they're into/how they behave, nothing super reader specific in these ones

Scout:

-he’s got enough experience but he isn’t as good as he says he is, he’s got the spirit though and that’s what matters

-really good with his fingers but he can't find the clit half the time so help him out a bit

-absolutely an ass man but isn’t into anal

-scout usually likes positions where he can easily see/touch your ass (doggy, reverse cowgirl, etc)

-definitely says cringe shit in the bedroom, 100% refers to himself as daddy (which is canon i think?? i remember him having a voice line where he does that, could be wrong tho)

-has tried (and failed) to call you kitten on the regular but reverted back to the usual (still cringy) nicknames he calls you after demo made fun of him

-he never shuts up so the dirty talk is CRAZYYYY

-calls you stuff like doll, baby, babe, and uses pretty girl/boy/baby and babygirl/boy/doll when he's close

-even though he’s a little clumsy with it, he really does like giving oral, just give him a little direction; BUT likes receiving oral even more, sorry abt ur knees babe 💔

-definitely into semi-public sex, he won’t do anything in front of people but you bet your ass he’s finding some alleyway or storage closet to get freaky in

-does get jealous pretty easy and even though he’s usually not too rough with you he is not above manhandling when he sees fit

-the dog tags stay on, do with that what you will

Soldier:

-good GAWD

-literally so mean but mean in a hot way so that makes it okay

-absolutely nickname crazy; most of them aren't very cute or sexy (i.e. cadet, maggot, etc) but cupcake always makes an appearance

-very much into verbal degradation because of course he is, is also very into manhandling and just kinda tossing you around but he doesn't wanna hurt you too bad

-rarely ever fucks on an actual bed, usually it's the nearest wall/table/chair/couch, any surface you could lay/sit on really

-no the helmet is not coming off but that adds to it

-the honey IS going on though, maybe not his full body but it will make an appearance (he’s def into foodplay)

-tiny bit of a size kink, i think soldier is one of the taller, bulkier mercs so there's a very good chance he's much bigger than you in one way or another

-would absolutely be interested in a threesome with demo let's get real here

-very attracted to body hair bc i say so

-likes positions where he's very obviously the one in control/with the power; very into restraint either with some device (handcuffs, rope, etc) or with his own hands

-VERY loud, so good luck with that lmao

Pyro:

-man,,,,

-obviously into temperature and wax play

-the mask and suit do not come off, but pyro has a plethora of toys to use on you instead 😊

-gets off on the idea that he's some faceless person you can't really understand that has complete control over you and your body

-does occasionally lift the mask up just above his nostrils to kiss you, though, scarred lips be damned

-does babble a lot, even though it's all muffled; the nicknames he uses are surprisingly cute, he'll call you stuff like sugarplum, marshmallow, firefly, sugar cube, and other sickly-sweet names

-doesn't like showing you his bare skin/body because of their burn scars, but pyro does enjoy grinding if you wanna help him out that bad

-derives most of his pleasure from making you feel good, though, so he isn't really looking for any type of physical release on his end

-pyro's are kinda short i just can't think of any more rn i apologize 💔

Demo:

-WHAT A MAN 😍😍😍

-#1 lover out of all the mercs get fucked spy

-i think his build is very similar to soldiers, maybe an inch or two taller, so he definitely has the same lowkey size kink

-is also open to a threesome with soldier

-absolutely a service dom but he teases so much

-FAKE SYMPATHY!!!! FAKE SYMPATHY!!!!!!!

-likes when you call him by his name more than any of the cheesy titles dudes usually want their significant other to call them but he is always referring to you by any nickname he can think of; the most popular ones are lamb, sweetheart, lass/lad, my girl/boy/baby and "poor, sweet thing"

-loves talking to you and making you talk back to him even when you're literally on a different planet; makes you tell him what you want him to do even though he knows exactly what you're gonna say

-also slightly into dumbification (not to the extent medic or engineer are, though, he just thinks it's hot)

-very much into face and thigh riding

-foreplay alone could last as long as an hour if he's feeling "mean" at that particular time

-THIGH MAN!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!

-makes you hold eye contact with him, sometimes the eyepatch comes off 🥴

-likes giving a whole lot more than receiving but he isn't about to turn down a blowjob if you offer

-waking you up with oral, it's his version of breakfast in bed

Heavy:

-and you thought demo was a service dom 🙄

-literally will do whatever you ask him to he does not care, as long as you feel good he's content

-very obvious size kink and it's very easy to exploit, but heavy doesn't take too kindly to teasing (he isn't about to stop you, though)

-speaks mostly in russian so unless you're fluent you can't really understand him but you get the gist of what he's saying by the tone in his voice

-outside of whatever russian bullshit he's spouting out, he calls you his "leetle bunny"

-tries to be gentle with you because of how big he is, but if he's provoked he can and will get wild

-as stated above, he can and will get wild, which includes his dirty talk; russian praise will turn into demeaning english muttered in your ear

-BREEDING KINK !!!!!!!!!!

-doesn't tease you on purpose, but he goes slow enough to where you think he's fucking with you (no pun intended)

-begging is never necessary but it is a guilty pleasure of his

-doesn't ask to receive oral often but watching you struggle with it does kinda turn him on even more

-face sitting extraordinaire, yes he does make the stupid eating sounds like in the game and yes he does it on purpose to try to make you laugh

-LET HEAVY FUCK NASTY GOD DAMN IT!!!

Engineer:

-WHAT A MIGHTY GOOD MAN 😍😍😍

-much stronger than you'd think he is and he does use that to his advantage

-slight temperature play when the gunslinger is involved, it's just a little colder than room temperature but it's a very stark contrast

-loves conflicting his speech with his actions; he'll sweet talk and praise you while he's railing you into next week

-speaking of, he'll call you anything but your name. honeybee, honey, darlin', sweet girl/boy/baby, baby girl/boy/doll, any nickname that sounds hot in a southern accent he's callin you

-he absolutely has a daddy kink but won't tell you unless you have one too and approach him first, chances are you're younger than he is and he doesn't wanna make you think he's a weirdo

-all in all, the dirty talk is INSANEEEEEEEE

-absolutely into dumbification, he knows he's smart and he gets off on the power imbalance when you're babbling about nothing and he's still perfectly present

-also slightly into dacryphilia? it's not attractive when you're crying from pain, sadness, frustration, etc but he likes making you feel so good you're overwhelmed and all you can do is cry for him

-might forget to take the helmet and goggles off, but if you want him to keep them on then by all means he will

-would absolutely abide by the cowboy hat rule (if you don't know what that is, basically if a cowboy puts his hat on your head y'all are fuckin' later on)

-very much into bigger people, the extra chub around the thighs, chest, cheek, and stomach areas are a weakness of his

MEDIC!

-the moment we've all been waiting for

-kinda like soldier in the fact that he's mean in a hot way, but it's less bully-mean and more absolutely deranged mean

-of course he's into degradation and medical play, definitely dacryphilia and dumbification (for similar reasons engineer is), another merc with a slight size kink cause medic is big as hell

-likes to get you on the operation table and trace a syringe or scalpel (or both if he's feeling patient [haha get it]) along your body purely for the fear it evokes from you

-wants to get you scared/vulnerable and that's how he starts his foreplay; totally into the whole predator/prey thing but not in the same way sniper is, medic is more into metaphorical or psychological hunting rather than the actual thing

-FAKE SYMPATHY!!!!!! FAKE SYMPATHY!!!!! FAKE SYMPATHY!!!

-teases, edges, and overstimulates you to the point of tears and gets this stupid smug look on his face while cooing at you

-calls you demeaning names, like pet, but he's got some cute ones he uses too; täubchen, maus, schatz, and liebling (dove, mouse, sweetheart, and darling) are very prevalent in and outside of the bedroom

-if you're okay with it, medic does like to use you as a bit of stress relief when everybody else is getting on his nerves

-is 100% down for a doctor/nurse or doctor/patient roleplay let's get real here

-also into semi-public sex, sometimes he'll leave the medbay door unlocked and slightly ajar purpose just to mess with you

-though he is very rough with you most of the time, he likes to save his more tender moments for when the two of you are in an actual bedroom and not his workspace

Sniper:

-wild. like genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself when he's horny he just goes fucking crazy.

-even though he gets crazy insane, he doesn’t really know what all to do and it frustrates him; he doesn't have much experience when it comes to sexual acts with another person involved so please give him some pointers

-absolutely into knife play come on

-if you have a period, he'd also be down for period sex he does not care about blood in the slightest

-isn't all that nickname-heavy like some of the other mercs here, but he does sprinkle them into his dirty talk. it's usually the same things he calls you outside of the bedroom, like 'roo, darl', and love

-into body worship, giving or receiving. he likes making you feel beautiful and he likes feeling good about himself too

-would definitely want you to suck him off while he does target practice and i know this is such a popular headcanon but come on guys

-another popular headcanon is sniper being into predator/prey dynamics which like,,,come on. it's literally perfect. you're telling me this nutcase dude wouldn't be into scaring the shit out of you by physically hunting you down. it's basically canon idc

-likes biting and leaving marks on your neck/shoulders in very visible areas because he's kind of a possessive guy ngl

-as much as he likes people seeing the aftermath of what he does to you, sniper is a very private person so he really wouldn't be all that into sneaky sex. the closest you'll get is his sniper nest while he does target practice on cease-fire days

Spy:

-despite being an asshole on the regular, he's a very attentive lover

-into body worship but only giving, he already knows he's fine and he wants to make sure you're never insecure about yourself

-bilingual babe 😍 speaks in french so much you can't really understand what he's talking about but he's more than happy to give you a translation

-also has a daddy kink let's get real here

-KNIFE PLAY!!!!!!!!!!

-heavily into power play as well, similar to pyro because he'll keep his clothes (including the mask and gloves) on while you're completely bare to him

-likes buying you lingerie

-likes getting and giving head the same amount, he has no real preference cause it's gonna end in sex every time anyway 🤷‍♀️

-french nicknames ONLY!!!! mon cher (my dear), ma chérie/mon chéri (my darling), amour/mon amour (love/my love), gentille fille/garçon/bébé (sweet girl/boy/baby), mon ange (my angel) [currently using my basic understanding of the french language for evil]

-semi-public and public sex spy does not give a fuck he has a cloaking device for a reason 🙄🙄

-if you don't already have one he will give you an accent kink

#i'm so SORRYYYYY #tf2 fans please don't beat me over the head #i just need practice </3 #yeah i included some salt n peppa references too i couldn't help myself #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 smut #scout x reader #soldier x reader #pyro x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #engineer x reader #medic x reader #sniper x reader #spy x reader #smut headcanons #god i am so sorry

[bluelanternn]

— european’s finest

* ˚ ✦ ═ levi ackerman x gn! reader

* ˚ ✦ ═ fluff, slightly suggestive, cuddles, clingy levi, cadet! reader, established relationship, kissing

* ˚ ✦ ═ synopsis: in which, levi ackerman gives you a task to cuddle him—for thirty minutes.

“Captain?”

Three knocks sung around the room. The dim lit cascaded around shimmer with the candle slightly flickering due to the wind. Rustled squeaks on a piece of paper halted when your voice rang over the corridors. His grey eyes darted to the door—somewhere beneath lies down a hidden agenda.

With the accepted response, your hand twisted the doorknob, turning to see him bated out a frustrated sigh. Quietly getting close to him, a smile grows on your face. “Can I help you, sir?” You play to pretend about giving respect to your senior.

“Drop the formalities, [Name].” Levi breathed out. An unnoticeable wrinkle crinkled around his forehead—his eyes were obviously showing that he is tired. Echo of the wind loudly swooshed out, determined to give you two some privacy.

You certainly did dropped the formalities. Beginning to take off your jacket, you hung it around his shoulders—his outfit lacks the suit that somehow adds to his domineering charm. Your warm hand touch his pale cheek. “I will gladly do, dear.” You were answered with a nuzzle and lean on your touch.

Your jacket warms him up. His heart was not shaken up; he stands up while heading to the couch at the edge of his office. The plant beside, like it’s not inanimated, begin to become a part of the mood that is slowly becoming more intimate.

“Would you like some tea?” You sat beside him, your thumb rubs his knuckles, gently placing a kiss on the back of his hand.

You were the only one who is allowed to pamper him. Make him feel like he is being worshipped. Levi Ackerman doesn’t know why your eyes always have that adoring glint that always appear whenever you see him.

“No. Just, stop it…” He does not want you to stop. You have already gotten used to his antics, seeing as his hand seek for your touch. His fingers were wrapped around yours, hugging them close to his other hand.

Levi’s eyes meet yours, “Cuddle me.”

A spark travels through your spine. You always liked whenever he initiates it. You give in to his want. You grew closer—pulling his thighs around your lap, making his arms wrapped rest on your shoulders. Your head tilts up, nose almost bumping his soft lips.

He does not resist.

Instead, he melts in your embrace. Resting his head on the crook of your neck, he breathes in your scent. Your fingers made way through his hair. “Did you missed me, dear?”

Levi does not like showing his soft spot to anyone. He shows his love in a different way to others, but to you—he just want experience the taste of sweet puppy love. He relishes in your affections, your petnames were a music to his ears.

“I did. What are you gonna do about it?” He grumbled making you lowly chuckle. You kissed his temple, travelling down to his jaw.

“I was not complaining, sweetheart.” Your nose bumps against his. Your lips peck his soft lips, making him slightly frown—he wants more. His lips firmly pressed against yours, closing your own eyes. Your lips parting away as you let his tongue slide inside yours. Your hands grip his waist to make him steady, the heat around your cheeks did definitely not waste its time to make itself shown.

A muffled pleased moan in between both of your lips. He breaks the kiss slowly, “Give me 30.” He lets out a breath of relief, he snuggles his head onto your neck, feeling already sleepy and warm. He does not want to continue his work anymore. His eyes were half-lidded, his breath fans over your neck before shutting his eyes out.

With your arms wrapped around his waist, you begin to reminisce the memories between you two. Your fingers rub his back softly.

It’s been a while since you two had an alone time. You smiled lovesick, hearing his breathy snores. You gently lay him down on the couch, covering a blanket on him.

You were about to pull away. Suddenly, a firm grip tug on your wrist. A quiet laugh bubbles up on your throat, your body facing to see him looking at you with a frown. “Where are you going?” You can tell he was aching for you—he wants to cling onto you forever.

“You said to cuddle you for 30 minutes.” You pointed out with an amused grin, you looked at the clock. “It has been 30 minutes, darling.” You cooed softly, leaning close to his face.

You were pulled on the couch, as he crawled back again on top of you. You don’t even get a say before your face was met with a scowl. “I didn’t say minutes.” You blinked before chuckling amusedly—though it was shut up with his kiss once again.

He meant hours, you dimwit.

#✎blue.lantern.writes 𓆩♡𓆪 #anime x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fluff #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I know that you don't take request right now but I just had to submit this one before I forget it lol. I'm hoping that you'll write it when your requests are open again?

So anyway, reader is ridoc's twin/sister (he's hilarious) and she walks in on someone trying to kill bodhi so she helps bodhi fight him and later takes care of his injury and he falls for her. The following days someone keeps leaving little gifts for her (protective ridoc lol) and reader approaches bodhi to ask what he's doing and he confesses that he likes her

Not exactly like the request but close by and way longer than I thought it would be. So many of you bad missed Bodhi so here we are.

Angel eyes

It truly was luck. Luck and nothing more. You had separated from the girls after your nightly walk. A way you bunch decompressed after a long day of training. It felt better like that. Easier. With no one able to walk in on you chatting. You had stayed out longer after swearing to be careful, simply because the night was warm and you enjoyed nothing more than being able to watch the stars. They reminded you of home. All the people you had left behind.

You had rounded the staircase not longer than an hour later when you heard muffled sounds. Not a lot of cadets followed the curfew hours so at first you brushed it off to someone sneaking around the same way you were. Just the higher you climbed the more it didn’t sound like innocent chatter. No. It sounded as if someone was struggling. The scraping against the rock walls. The pained growls. You pulled the blade from your boot, one that your brother had kindly gifted you. Testing the weight of it in your palm before letting your senses guide you to the noise. It probably wasn’t all that smart to approach something like that alone but something from deep within urged you to.

And there there they were. Two males held Bodhi’s hands while the third one sent punches into his stomach. The sight made you stumble for a moment. Bodhi was a great fighter. You had the honor of being assigned him as a partner on the mats. This felt wrong. They have had to drug him. Used something to weaken his link with Cuir. Blood that soaked the gag now had been the thing that sent you into action.

Using the shadows to your advantage. You crept closer. Sending your brother’s dagger flying. Not stopping to look if it landed the target because you knew that it did. And there was no time to admire your handy work. The less time they had to realize that they weren’t alone anymore the better. Right as the dagger met the guy who’s been punching Bodhi neck, your hands were already around the second male's neck twisting it with a painful crack.

It’s the third guy who instantly backs away from Bodhi, sending his body crumpling to the ground. He’s the one to meet your black eyes. You can feel that he wants to run. That he’s panicking. That he’s petrified because he can’t move. Your power is too deep in his system. “Lucky for you, I need someone to speak about this to”, you step closer to him, “And you will voluntarily do it, won’t you?”, he barely nods, shallow breaths barely hitting his lungs. You smile up at him watching as he tries to do the same but your power seizes his muscles. Making him hit the floor too as he wriggles in soundless spasms.

You turn back to Bodhi, who had crawled to rest against the wall. Hand draped over his middle. You cross the distance in a couple of smooth strides, dropping to your knees. Bodhi instantly flinched trying to pull back. You two weren’t necessarily strangers but you weren’t friends. He was in the ranks up above the group of people you hang out with. But you saw him around, trained at times.

“Let me help”, you muttered, “Can I pull your shirt up?” You caught his gaze, right as he pulled the blood rag from his mouth. His nod was subtle. Easy to miss but you caught it nodding alongside him. Gently pull up the material.

“Shit”, you hissed. The skin was already turned black and blue. They sure didn’t hold back, “You need to… We need to get you to the healers”. A slight panic flickered in your chest. His friends were on patrol tonight too. Meaning you quite literally had no help to call out to. But Bodhi didn’t even nod as he watched you.

“Bodhi, you need to show me that you can hear me, okay?”, you muttered, cupping his cheek with your palm. “I will get you some help”, you nodded at him, looking into the eyes of someone who seemed to look past you now. Cursing beneath your breath you turned around looking at the corridors that stretched out, hoping to find any sort of movement. “Pretty”, the sound was groggy and tired. You halted. “So… pretty”, he breathed out. “What?”, you muttered, your eyes catching his one last time before his body slumped down.

Bodhi felt like his whole body was on fire. At times he was sure that he had died and it was the flames of the underworld liking at his skin. But in flashes of consciousness, there were voices. Muffed ones and unrecognizable. But most importantly there was a girl. One that constantly leaned over him, brushing at his hair. Her cold fingers felt heavenly against Bodhi’s burning skin. And those eyes. Those gorgeous eyes looked down at him. So pretty. So unbelievably pretty.

Quite frankly Bodhi was convinced that whoever his angel was he had dreamed. Hallucinated. Until he had finally been able to get to the main floors. Both Xaden and Garrick were on either side of him. Even if they said that they weren’t worried they had been mother hens to him ever since.

But only a couple of steps in Bodhi halted. A full-body shiver ran through him. It felt like a fever dream all over again. “What is it?”, Garrick gripped Bodhi’s upper arm but he didn’t know. He couldn’t seem to get his words out. “I told you that you should have still stayed in bed, Bodhi, damn”, Xaden stepped in front of his cousin. Bodhi shook his head, pulling at Xaden’s shoulder, “Her”, he breathed.

Both males turned to where Bodhi was pointing, before sharing a look. They had interrogated the one suspect who had been neatly delivered all tied up. But no one knew who had done the handy job because Bodhi’s stories had been well… rather delirious. “What about her?”, Garrick asked, look at the way Bodhi glanced at you as if you had carried the moon and sun. “That’s Ridoc’s sister, Bodhi. Violet’s friend”, Xaden muttered.

Bodhi pulled at their grip, rushing through the crowd. He knew he had seen you before but this. You looked like an angel in his head and now you were here. “You”, he breathed, making you turn your head at the new voice. “Durran, good to see you on your feet”, you shot him a smile. You didn’t want to make a big fuss. No one knew what had happened that night and you preferred it that way. “You were there. I saw you”, he muttered. Your brother raised his eyebrow shooting you a strange look. So much for a secret.

“Come”, you pulled at his hand, wanting to get away from the crowd of people. “Look, I did what I had to”, you breathed as you two rounded the corner of a more secluded area, “If your friend needs help with solving…” but you didn’t get to finish the sentence as two strong arms warped around your shoulder. Your body stiffened for a second. He was hugging you… You slowly raised your arms as well, careful to not hurt him. The bruises on his body still vivid in your head.

“Thank you”, Bodhi breathed, “I thought I had imagined you”. You chuckled, “Most would say that’s quite a nightmare”. Budhi shook his head as he slowly pulled away, “I thought quite the opposite”, he admitted, swallowing thickly, “I thought you were an angel. Your eyes…”, he muttered moving to cup your cheek. You felt your face burning crimson, fighting the urge to look down. “So pretty”, he breathed out.

“Is that what you were referring to back in the corridor when I…”, you frowned. Surely, not. He wouldn’t have noticed that. “Yeah…”, Bodhi breathed, his face growing red as he pulled back, clearing his throat, “Sorry, that’s stupid”. But you caught his wrist, “No, it’s sweet. No had ever thought that they were… well… pretty”. Your eyes locked and for a moment you two just stood in silence. “Can we meet up sometime?”, Bodhi breathed after a moment. You chuckled, “Sure, if you’re not scared that my brother will kill you with a fork”, you nodded towards the table where Ridoc had unfortunately seen you two talk. So much for a secluded spot. Bodhi huffed, “I think, I can handle a fork”.

#bodhi durran #bodhi durran imagine #bodhi durran x reader #bodhi durran x you #bodhi durran x oc #bodhi durran fourth wing #bodhi durran iron flame #bodhi fourth wing x reader #bodhi fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing imagine #iron flame x reader #iron flame imagine

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Take it... I was feeling sappy :")

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

Three tired cadets groaned at the question asked into the dark room. They should be sleeping, not listening to silly questions whispered into their safe space.

"Go to sleep." Is the immediate response from the second youngest, who's scowl is thankfully hidden. The first voice pipes up again with a whine.

"M'not tired yet! Please, just answer this one question and I'll sleep!"

"You said that five questions ago, Wrecker."

The oldest sighed. "Answer the question, guys. Wrecker promises to sleep after, don't you?"

"I do!" Wrecker insisted with a muffled laugh that decidedly informs them of his fib. "Promise! Please?"

The second youngest groaned again. "Fine." He grumbled, turning over to face the room. "I don't. Goodnight."

"D'aw, why not?" Wrecker probed. "Everyone's gotta have someone out there!"

"I'm with Wrecker," Hunter, the oldest, admitted into the quiet before Crosshair could snap. "It's a kinda nice thought. To be destined to have someone to call yours."

"It's stupid." Crosshair grumbled. A fourth voice spoke up, soft with sleep as he was pulled from slumber.

"I am in agreement with Crosshair," The youngest slurred, rubbing his eyes. "That would imply there is an even and definite number of people in the galaxy, which there is not."

"You don't have to be born at the same time!" Wrecker protested. "Maybe they're older. Or younger!"

"That does not erase the fact that it is illogical." Tech huffs. "We are not pairs meant to be joined. We are individuals with our own personal definition. To tether us to another would..." He trailed off for a moment. "It is not logical."

Hunter sighed, and tapped Wrecker's bunk. "There's your answer, big guy. Now sleep, all of you. We're up early."

"We're always up early, Hunter." Crosshair grouched. "We know."

The four boys settled for sleep, and just as he felt himself fall under, Hunter heard the barely audible whisper from Wrecker to Tech.

"Wrecker?"

"Hmm?"

"...despite the lack of any tangible means of your theory, and while I do not believe it for a second. I–" A breath of hesitation. "I enjoy the thought of it."

Hunter fell asleep with a smile.

–––

Years later, when they were older, tired but happier than they had ever been. They were on the Marauder, tired but unable to sleep.

Wrecker brightened, after so long of not seeing his siblings, when he could finally turn to face the ship. Face the bunks that had been empty for so long.

He itched to speak. To reconnect, to catch up with his siblings he had missed so fiercely, yet he hesitated. They must be tired, they must be utterly shattered from the last few days, it would be selfish of him to—

"Wrecker?"

—to see out his siblings who were clearly still awake? The brawler jumped. "What's up, Techie?" Wrecker's response was eager, shifting closer to catch the shadow of his youngest brother as he moved slowly.

There was a pause, a pained breath as Tech readjused on his bunk. Wrecker heard Hunter and Crosshair shifting up in unison to help him. "Do you remember when we were small?" Tech started softly, voice tight with the agony of effort.

Wrecker hummed, listening intently for any more signs of discomfort. "When you had asked us about our stance on the existence of soulmates?"

There was a long pause. "Sure I do," Wrecker said, half truthful. "Why?"

"I was giving it some thought." Tech admitted with a sense of sheepishness. "While I was undergoing... extraneous experimentation."

Wrecker couldn't see it, but he could feel the anger that coursed through the room at the mention. "And I've found–" Tech paused again, but this time, Wrecker could pinpoint a small amount of nervousness in Tech's confession.

"–I've found I think I do believe."

Wrecker huffed a laugh. "S'been a long time since I've thought about that," He admitted. "I kinda stopped believing it."

"I do not believe it in a romantic sense." Tech continued. "Not- entirely."

Wrecker thought of Phee, of the private moment he was not meant to see between the two, and kept his mouth shut. "Mhmm." He said slowly.

"Although- the theory behind a 'soulmate' is an unbreakable connection- one that allows the individuals to meet and find each other regardless of the situation."

Wrecker heard Hunter hum in agreement, and Crosshair's quiet, "Get on with it, what's the point?" As he listened intently.

Tech's voice was quiet, but the affection was undeniable. "I believe that, in a sense, that is how I would describe us. The six of us, against all odds, managed to find each other again."

The room went silent, as if Tech had stolen the air from the room.

"If there was ever a chance of other universes," Tech waved a hand. "If such a concept exists, I would very much hope we are together in all of them."

Wrecker swore he heard a sniff. "We-" He hesitated, tears filling his own eyes. "–I'd say we are, Techie. Like any force could drive us apart."

Tech smiled at him through the dark. "I'm glad to know that." He said softly. "It is a nice theory.. one I hope holds weight."

Wrecker slipped off the bunk, joining his brother before gently, oh so softly, hugged him. Leaned back against the wall just like they used to, where the scariest thing to exist was the thunderstorms on Kamino.

There was no more Kamino, there was no more simple fears that were easily chased away.

They were still there, though. That was enough.

In his arms, Wrecker held a piece of his whole galaxy to his chest, sniffling as the rest of his purpose floated into orbit, easing into the single bunk.

Echo had grumbled a complaint of space as he finally was risen to join them. Omega never minded their squished cuddle piles, opting to hold Crosshair around the chest as she slept.

Hunter, ever the eldest, was near enough to all of them, just within reach. Wrecker smiled softly as he felt Tech drifting back off in his arms.

Yes, maybe soulmates did exist. In any form but the traditional, sure, but when had they ever been conventional?

#uh anyways im such a fucking sap #they make me openly weep im PRAYING for a happy ending. #if they dont get it i swear to god. #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega #phee genoa #techs a huge SAP #might post this on ao3.... who knows

[coryosmin]

another thought—if ur commander hoff’s daughter, peacekeeper coryo bragging about having you to his fellow peacekeepers about how he took your virginity and you’re basically always available for him (but he wouldn’t dare to say it in earshot of your father)

and like your dad actually asks coryo to take you out one night thinking he’s a gentleman when really coryo ends up fucking you in the alleyway because you’re actually a little slut

nsfw | mdni

part of this blurb

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when coryo had told you that he was taking you out on a date, you thought it was really sweet. after your time with him and sej, you wanted nothing more than to spend more time with them. coryo had told you that your father had asked him to take you out because he believed coryo to be the most gentlemanly out of all the other cadets.

so of course you said yes.

but what you hadn’t expected after having a cute walk around town was that coryo would have you pressed up against a wall in an alleyway with your panties down and dressed hiked up all the way with his face between your legs. coryo was eating you out as you had a hand resting on his head, trying not to moan loudly so that you guys wouldn’t get caught. “coryo,” you whimpered as he lapped your cunt with his tongue.

he let out a small moan against your pussy, sending vibrations.

you felt yourself getting close, biting your lip. “so close,” you murmured. and coryo pulled away, causing you to whine from the lack of pleasure.

“want you to cum on my cock, doll.” he murmured, standing up to kiss you on the lips. he undid his pants just enough to let his cock escape. he grabbed one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist as he entered his cock inside of you.

the both of you couldn’t help the moans that escaped you as he stretched your walls. “getting fucked in an alleyway by me,” he murmured into your ear. “such a fucking slut for my cock.”

you whined, leaning your head forward to lean on his shoulder. “you and sej,” you replied, unable to help yourself.

coryo began to thrust his hips harshly at your words, making you gasp and almost moan very loudly until you stopped yourself, using his shoulder to muffle your moans. “we both know sej doesn’t fuck you as good as i do, princess,” he said shakily as he continued to thrust his hips. “only i can make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“‘s so big inside me,” you whimpered, feeling yourself get so close.

“i know, baby, i know,” coryo murmured. “just a huge slut for my cock. what would your father think if he saw his whore of a daughter getting fucked in an alleyway, hmm?” his words were so dirty and so inappropriate but you couldn’t help but moan at them.

“gonna cum,” you said. “can i cum? please? please? please?” you begged.

coryo’s ego definitely inflated when you began to beg him to cum, something you haven’t done yet. you were just the perfect little doll for him. “of course, doll, cum for me.” he said, continuing his harsh movements.

your cunt tightened around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. the feeling sent coryo overboard as he came inside of you without any warning, grunting and moaning into your ear.

and when you guys finished, you both acted as nothing happened, continuing your walk through the town, holding hands. the date was actually very lovely.

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #minsasks #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #thg #thg tbosas #tbosas #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #peacekeeper coriolanus snow

[thecuriousquest]

How about a scenario where yandere levi hears reader crying and when he goes near her he finds another cadet is harassing her. He beats him up and then takes reader to his office and punishes her even though it wasn't her fault. Then he non-cons her because "only he can do that."

Have Mercy

Yandere Levi x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, rape, non consensual punishment spanking, paddling, abuse, blood, injured flesh, controlling tendencies, over protective, violence, punching

Checkout my Master List here.

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It was just another day within the walls. With the recent Titan attacks, Levi was planning a strategy for his squadron in his office. They would need to train hard in order to succeed in taking back the wall that was broken down. It wouldn’t be easy, but it’s not impossible.

After going over several documents, Levi hears thudding from outside of his office. To him, it sounds like someone running in the hallway.

Damn shitty brats.

Pushing his papers aside, he stands up from his chair and goes to investigate. What kind of captain would he be if he didn’t demand order?

Upon opening the door and stepping outside, he looks down the hallway to see Heinrich Becker, one of his cadets, dragging you around the corner of the hall with a hand over your mouth.

His hawk-like eyes narrow at the scene as your legs kick to free yourself. His footsteps are fast, and soon, he catches up to you.

As he rounds the corner, he sees the boy has you pressed up against a wall as he tries to slide your white pants over your curves with one hand. Though his other hand muffles your cries, you still scream at the top of your lungs. When you attempt to shake his hand off of your lips, you lock eyes with Levi.

He looks shocked. He stands there for one singular second before reaction settles in.

A fist of fury comes down on your preoccupied harasser’s face. His head bangs into the wall, and Heinrich slumps only slightly. When he gathers his bearings in order to meet the cold, gray eyes of Levi Ackerman, the captain grabs his hair, pulling him forward before slamming his head into the wall.

Heinrich never stood a chance.

Due to Heinrich punching you in the stomach earlier in order to catch you off guard, you clutch your abdomen and lean against the wall to watch your about-to-be rapist get what he deserves.

Blood pours from Heinrich’s ears, nose, and mouth. His head lulling. Levi, with a tremendous grip on his parted brown waves, continues to punch and backhand him repeatedly until his own knuckles are bruised and bloodied.

He could care less if he kills his cadet in this very moment. Though he needs all the help he can get when attacking Titans, he would never tolerate someone thinking they could take what belongs to him.

As Heinrich falls to the floor, Levi turns to look at you. His anger has not yet dissipated, and you feel queasy under his strong gaze.

Just as your lips part to ask if Levi is okay, he grabs you by your bicep and leads you back to his office. Slamming the door shut, he whirls on you.

Now over your shock, your brain is able to process what just happened, and the tears begin to flow freely. With your arms wrapped around your hurting stomach, you release gut-wrenching sobs from deep within a pit of despair.

“C-C-Cap-tain!” is all you can manage.

He assesses you, all of you. Your blouse is ripped at the top, exposing your bra. Your lip is split, pairing with the beginning of a shiner. How dare someone damage his goods? How dare someone try to take what rightfully belongs to him?

Sympathy for you dies instantaneously. “How could you let him do this to you?”

Shocked by his posing question, you find your cries clearing up. “What?”

His lip curls as he sneers, “He was going to rape you, Y/N. Can you not protect yourself? How are you supposed to kill Titans if you’re unable to even protect yourself from disgusting pieces of shit like Becker?”

A sob hitches in your throat as you try to come up with a feasible response. “Please, Captain, I didn’t mean to. He snuck up on me.”

“Don’t! Do not backtalk me right now,” he shouts whilst pointing a finger at you.

Lowering his hand with a sigh, he shakes his head and walks over to his desk drawer. In a meticulous fashion, you hear him rummaging around for something specific.

Plucking a wooden paddle from the box before sliding it closed, he looks at you with determination. “I won’t assign a number. Instead, I’ll go until I see blood.”

Fear strikes you like a panther in the night, and you immediately turn on your heal, running for the door. As your hands fumble for the knob, it kills you inside to see that no progress has been made while trying to open the fucking door.

“It’s going to be hard trying to open that without the key.”

In your state of shock from earlier, you must have missed him locking the door.

Turning slightly with your hands still on the knob, you look behind you to see Levi dangling a key from his hand.

“You just made your punishment so much worse for yourself.”

———

Like he said before, he doesn’t assign a number for the amount of strokes you’ll be receiving. However, the horror of your situation increases as he makes you count each heavy smack the paddle leaves on your bare behind.

On all fours like a dog, you’re forced to shout out each number as coherently as you can. It’s almost impossible with the building of an inferno on your ass. It’s like adding logs to a fire with each strike.

Your nose touches the carpet, no longer able to keep your back straight. You don’t even realize the wonderful position you just put yourself in for the captain.

“87, thank you, sir!” you sob as your forehead rests against your folded arms.

As you count up to the 95th barrage with the wooden implement, Captain Levi suddenly stops. You feel his hand rub into something wet, and when the sensation takes on a different type of burning feeling, you realize he’s caressing an open sore. The pain causes you to wail harder than you did during the entire spanking.

As his fingers trail against your broken skin, he queries you to see if you’ve truly learned your lesson.

“What did you do to earn this punishment?”

Keeping your eyes closed, you swallow the knot in your throat in order to manage an answer. “I d-didn’t d-d-defend m-my-s-self!”

“Good girl. See. That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

This has to be the worst experience of your entire life. You don’t even know how you pulled yourself through that paddling without fainting.

“There’s only one lesson left to teach you.”

You shake your head and try to crawl away from him. “No, no, please, Captain, p-please. C-can’t! I can’t do that a-again!”

You whimper as he grabs your hips and pulls you back into place. You hear slight shifting coming from behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to try to move anymore. All you can do is lie there at the slight decline, waiting for whatever is about to happen next.

What happens next is something you never thought your firm yet just captain is capable of. He lines himself up behind you at the apex of your thighs, using the blood from your injured flesh as a means to glide in smoothly.

You hiss sharply before breaking out into a fresh wave of sobs as the front of his thighs make contact with the entirety of your battered backside. With a force you’ve never felt before, he drives the full length of his cock inside of you.

Your hand curls into a fist, banging it against the floor. “Stop! Stop it! No!”

He leans forward, whispering into your ear calmly, “Stop being so dramatic.”

It hurts. God, it hurts unlike any pain you’ve ever endured before. Even if you had been prepared for something like this, you still don’t think you’d be able to take it.

Ramming into you, he fists your hair, pulling you only slightly. He forces you to arch your back, the curve reminding him of how he watches you stretch every day before training sessions. He’s reminded of how your ass looks in those tight pants, how your breasts peak out of your shirt a bit when you lean forward to touch your toes.

It’s exquisite to him.

You find this experience anything but that however. You try to crawl towards the couch, attempting to use it to seek refuge, but with his hand in your H/C tresses, you find it impossible.

“Quit trying to get away from me, you fucking brat!” he shouts as his hand slaps your flaming rear.

“Fuck! Stop it! Captain, you can’t do this to me!”

“Oh, I can and I am. Do you know what this lesson is for?”

Your mind can only go back so far in the moment. You don’t remember him telling you what this particular disciplinary session is for, so you can only assume it has to do with why he paddled you so abusively.

“B-because I couldn’t p-protect myself!”

He tsks at you, clasping your mane even harder. “This is because you need to learn whom you belong to, you filthy whore. You did nothing to- fuck- stop that shitty bastard from taking you. If you knew you were mine, truly knew you belonged to me, you wouldn’t have even let that happen.”

Is this really all your fault? Is this actually happening all because of you? Maybe if you had realized Levi’s feelings earlier, this wouldn’t be happening. He never gave any hints that you noticed, but maybe you overlooked them.

The emotional torment he’s putting you through, making you feel as though you could have prevented Heinrich’s attack, forcing you to believe that there could have been another outcome, it forces you into submission as you lack the capacity to think anymore.

Crumbling like cake, Levi snakes a hand underneath your body to hold you upright as he rides out his cock’s desires to fit snuggly between your sensitive walls. His thrusting begins to soften as ropes of thick, white seed coat your insides. He breathes deeply, pulling out of you just before adjusting his clothes.

When he finishes, he helps you stand up and leads you over to the couch. You limp all the way there as you’re forced to lean on him. He puts you down on your stomach and inspects your bottom.

Thankful for the towels and water basin in his office, he happily cleans you up. He doesn’t bother pulling up your pants seeing as how you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Instead, he lets you calm yourself down as he returns to his office work.

From the corner of your bleary eye, you watch him. You don’t quite understand all of what just happened, but you’re glad that he’s away from you, glad that he’s no longer touching you.

“Captain?” you murmur.

He peers at you through his curtain bangs. “Yes, cadet?”

“Why did you do that to me?”

You can’t help the wobbling of your lip as new tears threaten to fall.

No sympathy is given to you. Instead, only a smirk graces his lips.

“Because you need to understand that you belong to me. Nobody else gets to have you. You needed to be taught these things so that you’ll carry them with you for the rest of your life. If that’s all, I need to get some work done, so go to sleep, L/N.”

As you rest your cheek against your folded arms, you think about his words.

“He was going to rape you, Y/N. Can you not protect yourself? How are you supposed to kill Titans if you’re unable to even protect yourself from disgusting pieces of shit like Becker?”

“You just made your punishment so much worse for yourself.”

“This is because you need to learn whom you belong to, you filthy whore.”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

Though you want to, you could never forget what you learned today. He made sure of that.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #captain levi #levi x reader #levi aot #aot levi #levi smut #yandere levi x reader #levi is hot #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #snk levi #yandere levi ackerman #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi is a short king #yandere levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman aot #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x resisting reader #triggering content #triggering themes

[syrupfog]

Infiltrating the Marines is honestly pretty par for the course, at this point. Penguin might even say it’s a bit BORING. 

Actually, there’s no “might” about it. It’s INCREDIBLY boring, and tedious, and Penguin is pretty sure that even if he had started as a marine, he would’ve defected to piracy by now. 

Like, gods above, Law’s only directed them to be here for three weeks, but three days in and Penguin is considering causing some trouble just to feel ALIVE. 

It doesn’t help that Shachi ended up filtered into a department on the far end of the base.

So here Penguin is, bored out of his mind and serving SLOP in the canteen. SLOP. Like, this is a downgrade from gruel. Have Marines never heard of spices? 

“Cadet,” a very boring Commander says, turning to Penguin as Penguin hurries to put down his ladle and salute.

“You’ll be delivering meals to the brig today,” the Commander says. 

Penguin’s eyes—hidden under his cap, of course—light up. “Yes sir,” he says. He has no idea where the brig is. 

Laden with a full cart of slop, he then proceeds to get hopelessly lost. The place is labyrinthine.

When he locates the brig, the Junior Lieutenant at the door keys him in, and Penguin finds him in a significantly dimmer hall of cells. 

He hands bowls of slop through the bars of a number of sad looking prisoners that he can only imagine are hapless unlucky pirates.

But at the very end of the hall, in the last cell— well now, this is a surprise. 

“Oh,” says Penguin brightly. “You’re the Massacre Soldier.” 

The Massacre Soldier has several more chains on him than most of the hapless pirates. He’s still got his mask on, at least.

“How… are you going to eat this?” Penguin asks. 

The Soldier, who had been doing a decent job pretending Penguin isn’t there, turns toward him. “Like a fucking dog, I suppose,” he rumbles in a deliciously low voice. 

“Well that’s no good,” Penguin says. “I’ll find a straw.”

He wanders off to find a straw. 

It takes a while. The marine base has apparently become “eco conscious” so there are no plastic ones, but he eventually comes upon a metal one. Well. Possibly it’s a small metal pipe, but close enough. 

The lieutenant doesn’t question it when he returns. Dang, these guys really need to work on their security. 

“Here you are!” Penguin says, sticking the straw in the slop and sliding it forcefully in his direction. 

“…Thanks,” The Massacre Soldier says, sounding somewhat confused. As Penguin is leaving, he hears the Soldier say, “I’ll kill you last.” 

That’s nice, Penguin thinks. Very kind of him. 

Penguin ends up taking meals to the brig on the regular. It’s a nice change of pace, and he learns to hide straws in his uniform. USUALLY The Solider gives them back, but a few are missing.

It’s two and a half weeks into his three week stay when Penguin’s very boring routine is interrupted by explosions. 

Ah, Penguin thinks, finally some excitement. 

Unfortunately that excitement comes with a little more chaos than expected, and he gets caught up in a crowd of

panicked cadets running every which way. Penguin has to work against the flow because he’s pretty sure the most dangerous place right now is going to be wherever the marines are exiting. 

And the most interesting will be the Brig.

He’s almost down there— the halls here are much more deserted— when another explosion sounds and the walls around him crumble. Penguin lets out a muffled shout as he’s brought down by a pillar collapsing directly on top of him. 

Shit. 

That fucking hurts.

He can’t move, can’t lift it from where it’s crushing his abdomen. There’s definitely some cracked ribs. 

Ah Shit. Law’s gonna kill him if he dies. 

Suddenly, his attention is taken up by the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward him. 

The Massacre Soldier and Eustass Fucking Kid

“I’ve got the twerp,” Kid says. 

“Wait,” The Soldier shouts, putting his hand out. 

He points at Penguin. “Straw Guy,” He says. 

Well. 

“That’s me,” Penguin groans. 

The Soldier, still at a run, fucking KICKS the pillar to pieces and grabs Penguin around the middle, hoisting him under his armpit. 

“Demeaning,” Penguin wheezes. 

“Hello??” Kid screeches. 

“Straw Guy,” The Soldier says to Kid, pointing with his free hand at Penguin. 

His free hand which, it turns out, is covered in blood and has four metal straws between the fingers. A makeshift weapon.

“You can’t just bring a pet marine home, Killer” Kid yells as they run. 

“Mine,” Killer says. He’s POUTING. 

“If it helps,” Penguin speaks up, “I’m actually a pirate.” 

They stop briefly to kill some loose marines. 

“That doesn’t help,” Kid says.

“Yes it does,” Killer argues. He pats Penguin’s hat with his bloody hand. 

Kid screeches in frustration. “Fine!” He yells. “Take home your fucking pet pirate.” 

“Thank you,” Killer singsongs. They have to stop to murder some more marines and Penguin sees his straws at work.

Its gruesome. 

Finally they emerge into sunlight at the top of the base, Kid’s ship looming over them. Penguin wonders if Shachi’s waiting for him. Hopefully not. He’s indisposed. 

Killer carries him onto the ship and, only stopping briefly to dispose of the straws, goes straight down into the depths of it. 

Penguin finds himself shortly thrown on a messy, unmade bed. 

“You get your own room?” He asks. 

“First mate privilege,” Killer says, and then he’s on top of him, one LARGE hand covering Penguin’s eyes. There’s a thunk, and then lips meeting his own. 

It’s an odd experience to be passionately kissed with your eyes forcefully covered. Penguin’s not against it, though. 

When Killer breaks the kiss, Penguin says, “Could’ve just gone for a blindfold.” 

“Haven’t done laundry, Straw Boy,” Killer says. “And maybe I like the feel of your lashes.” 

Ohhhhh that’s. Penguin blushes. “I’ve got a name,” he says after the next time Killer’s mouth disconnects from his. 

Killer hums in response, chasing his lips. 

“It’s Penguin,” Penguin gets out.

Killer pauses. 

He sits back. 

He inadvertently puts pressure on Penguin’s face, pushing him against the bed, and Penguin groans in protest. 

“The heart pirates?” Killer asks. 

“You’ve HEARD OF ME?” Penguin squeaks. 

“…that’s a yes,” Killer says. Then he’s kissing Penguin again.

Then he’s moving down, sucking a bruise into Penguin’s neck, and only disconnecting long enough to say, “Kid’s going to kill me when he finds out.” 

“As long as he doesn’t— kill ME,” Penguin complains, writhing under Killer’s teeth. 

He feels Killer grin against his neck.

“I’ll let your uptight captain know where to find you in the morning,” Killer says. 

“He’s not uptight,” Penguin argues (lies). But then Killer’s working hickies into his neck again and Penguin decides he’s just going to embrace being Straw Boy. Until morning, at least.

#kilpen #kilguin #my writing

[crabonfire]

merc when they lie on yo tiddies

a fic I was writing didn't save and I'm so fucking sad over it I'm serious anyways as a coping mechanism here's the Tf2 mercenaries and Ms Pauling lying on yo tiddies. Reader is AFAB.

take a shot whenever I say head, lying, and chest.

warnings: big ass tiddies

characters: all mercs

note: reader is AFAB and chubby 😋

They were tired after a long day. You came into their room and noticed their sleepy self. You sighed and sat on the bed with them, opening your arms to them as a sign for them to lie on your chest, and hold them.

♡Scout♡

• "What...what are you doin?"

• takes him a second but he's like "wait...WAIT." LYING ON YO HONKERS? YOUR BADONKERS? GAH DAMN!" He didn't actually say that but imagining him saying "badonkers" is so fucking funny

• he smiles and comes closer to you, lying his head on your chest as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. his cheeks are absolutely flushed and he starts to sweat incredibly fast, but he braces himself and calms down to enjoy the warmth of your badonka donkas.

• "hell yeah. God I love you so much babe."

"Haha, I love you too Jeremy."

• now he regularly sits with you like this, head nuzzled into your chest as you listen to him ramble about his day. he has no shame (rightfully so) and does this anywhere he can, even bragging infront of others in a public saying, "I get ta have this, and you DON'T!"

♡Soldier♡

• immediately does so, he clings his arms around you. you two stay like that in silence.

• he breaks the silence after a bit. he's too tired to shout for once, but you regain his energy when he says "CADET. YOUR BREASTS ARE VERY SOFT!" Your face flushes up but you snort and laugh at his response. "..thank you? thank you, Jane."

• now he only has two cuddling positions.

1. Him holding you in his arms

2. You holding him in your arms, plus his head on your chest.

• loves it. a little too much. sometimes he'll just surprise you out of nowhere by holding you up as he presses his face against your chest. it's incredibly embarrassing, for you anyways...he loves it.

♡Pyro♡

• yes.

• he happily squeals as he hurriedly smothered his face in your boobs. mask on, no doubt. he melts into you, arms around your waist as he giggles and snorts with excitement.

• you can't help but laugh, he's so giddy over a little gesture. it's adorable, really.

• his voice is incoherent now, the mask was muffling him but now you can't even??? What is he sayin.

"Mmggfh-hhhhshdhghdh hjjh! hahhahahahhahaha!" (holy cow you got nice tits babe! hahahaahahahhaa!)

"pyro honey I can't understand you-"

• head on yo tits forever bro. can't run from the pyromaniac.

♡Demoman♡

• yes MA'AM 😍

• he will absolutely not let go for the rest of the day. don't expect to go anywhere because HE WONT LET YOU.

• alcohol is no longer his favorite coping mechanism, it's being smothered by your gargantuan honkers.

• "Ah, lass...yer an absolute angel." He will probably fall asleep. expect that to happen too.

• maybe he will touch your boobas!!! maybe...maybe if you let him 😋 slash j

♡Heavy♡

• like Scout, takes him a second.

• "What is it?"

"Cmere, let me hold you."

"Oh."

• he shifts so that your sitting on his lap, then you wrap your arms around him. He's very obviously flustered, you can tell by how hot his cheeks feel on your chest.

• he feels like he's in heaven, pressing his head onto your chest as he sighs.

"This is nice. Thank you Y/N."

"Of course sweetheart. You've had a long day, just relax."

You both just sorta stay like that for a bit. He might be tough and broody on the outside, but he just wants to be held sometimes, yk?

♡Engie♡

• OH

oh like...actually?

• he doesn't say anything, his cheeks tinted pink. you take that as a sign and pull him in, pressing his head against your chest. "Oh-" is the only thing he can muster up to say. He's happy, he's flustered, he's smothered against your chest. What more could a man want?

• he really doesn't know what to say, but the silence isn't uncomfortable, in fact it's quite nice.

After a bit though, you start to hear faint snoring. You look down to see the man has fallen asleep on you.

Damn! Was he that tired?

You can't help but chuckle, tightening your hold on him as you kiss his forehead. This man is so cute sometimes.

♡Medic♡

• after a long day healing and patching up the other mercs, you'd think he'd be resting?

NO this motherfucker is WORKING.

When you find him in his desk writing notes instead of resting, of course your mad. This damn workaholic can't catch a break even when he has the time to.

"Medic, you should be resting."

"Nein. I still have to finish zhese papers for Sniper's files."

" sigh babe, cmere."

He turns to spot you sitting on his bed, you pat him to sit next to you and he doesn't budge. You frown at him and give him your most convincing puppy eyes and he sighs, getting up to sit next to you.

• when you open your arms, he's stuck. he doesn't know what your doing, doesn't have a single clue.

you smile and slowly wrap your arms around him, pulling him in to rest on your chest. You can feel his body relax, all that tension melting away to your touch. He smiles wearily and wraps his arms around your waist, like he's been needing this forever.

"Wow your tense. You really should rest babe, this is not good. Your a doctor, you of all people should know."

You get a hum in reply, he's not even listening anymore its like you put a spell on him or something. You start to pat his head, making him shiver slightly.

"..Du bist so weich, meine Liebe...Ich möchte für immer so bleiben."

You have absolutely no fucking clue what he says, but you know he's out of it when he starts to speak in German.

♡Sniper♡

• he is in such a bad mood. he did terribly today, well that's what he thought...3 headshots in a row wasn't good enough to him I suppose.

when he sees you sit next to him and put your arms out, he's confused.

•ha?

pardon? what..what are you doing rn?

sorry wait huhhhh lemme think ummm..

•OH. OH MY GOD

• his eyes widen a bit realising what your doing, he instantly smothers his face in your chest and the sigh he let's out is heavenly.

he hugs you tight as you hold him, he's so touch starved that this is like...wow.

you giggle at his response, kissing his forehead as he mumbles into your chest.

• "mmhhdday whhas ssho bbhahd."

"Babe I can't understand you."

"Mmhhhd"

You laugh, making him smile.

"Your such a dork sometimes."

He pulls back to lie on your chest instead, making it easier for him to talk. He was gonna rant to you about today, but it can wait.

♡Spy♡

• immediately understands.

smiles and gently he guides you to sit on his lap as he holds your waist firmly, resting his head on your chest as he does. not a word is said for a while, you both just enjoying each others company. out of all the mercenaries, he's not very comfortable with being so intimate with you.

Of course he's affectionate, he practically has all the love languages in check. But actually taking time to just be with you? That's a rare moment, And rare moments like these are what makes him melt.

"ma cherie, you truly are an angel sent from above."

"pfft-that was corny."

"was it? I was merely speaking the truth."

you snort and laugh, making him smile up at you. to everyone else he might be this sly backstabbing bitch, but to you he can be so vulnerable and sweet.

spies ♡

this started out as a crack fic but I like this lmaooooo

mfs who would say breasts: heavy, medic, spy, soldier

mfs who would say boobs: engineer, pyro, medic , miss pauling, soldier

mfs who would say tits: scout, pyro, demo, soldier

honkers: scout, soldier.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 headcannons #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 spy x reader #i love men soososoosos muchhhh #tiddies are nice

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

it was never coming out of my drafts anyways so you can have half of it (the other half is just badly written porn that i gave up halfway through)

-

This is unfair, Gale thinks. He’s not a man easy to fall into temptation, but God is really testing his limits right now.

Bucky is sitting right in his central field of vision, licking a popsicle. Actually, scratch that. Sprawling like a cat is the more correct word to define how Bucky’s laid out on the bed.

Long limbs are splayed over the white mattress, stomach pressed to the sheets. The blanket is crumpled at the head of the bed, previously kicked away by Bucky’s impatient feet- the weather is too hot to allow for any cover. It’s also why Bucky’s almost naked right now. No shirt. Only shorts that are too short to be considered one. His thighs are in full view, soft and supple and begging to be done something to it. Gale doesn’t know what. Squeezing it may be nice.

Gale loosens his collar. He hasn’t gotten his dress uniform off since he arrived from the major’s office. He had just been promoted to Captain rank. Bucky had already been promoted weeks ago.

When he had arrived at their shared bedroom, Bucky was in the middle of watching the Yankees game. His shirt hadn’t gone off then. He asked how the meeting went to which Gale just nodded, telling him the brief summary. There really wasn’t much to tell. He got promoted, got a new badge, and then went to the cafeteria later to get some iced coffee. Bucky still hugged him anyways, the grip almost crushing. That’s when he felt the stickiness of sweat slicking Bucky’s skin and realized how hot it has been today.

Gale walked over to the side of the room, placing his badge on the desk. When he turned over his shoulder, Bucky was slipping his shirt off.

It’s not the first time he’s seen Bucky’s bare body. His smoothly, defined muscles, soft from afar. But it’s the first time he’s noticing how slim Bucky’s waist is. Compared to the broad width of the shoulders, his waist looked like it could fit in both of Gale’s hands.

Gale swallowed, turning away, and took off his tie.

When he looked back again, Bucky’s walking over to the mini fridge they keep in the room. Captain privileges- Bucky ordered it a week ago. Then he took out a bright wrapping or some sorts. Gale didn’t even know there were things already kept in the fridge. Bucky opened the wrapper, almost slowly like he’s having trouble. Like he couldn’t just rip it off.

Gale would have offered to help him out if he didn’t have this dryness in his throat.

Then Bucky finally popped it open, and oh. It’s a popsicle. He took the plastic wrapping off completely, holding it by the wooden stick. Then he parted his lips, almost too slow bordering on questionable, and darted his tongue out to lick it. Kittenishly, like shy.

Gale was jolted when Bucky suddenly peered at him from across the room. Bucky asked if he wanted one, the heat bringing a healthy flush to his cheeks, eyes blinking at Gale.

Gale shook his head, swallowing, and turned back to the table.

He bit his lips as his groin accidentally pushed against the edge. This is bad. Really bad. He’s half-hard in his pants, and the reason had been his best friend licking a goddamn popsicle.

He discreetly breathed out shakily and composed himself. It’s alright. He could do it. He just had to walk past the room, to the door, to the communal showers, and get himself off over there. Being hard is normal biology.

God knew how many times he’s heard Bucky’s muffled whimpers in the darkness when they were cadets. They were sharing bunks with other boys back then, around twelve of them in the same room. He tried not to tear the place down, knowing the rest could hear Bucky too at night.

He still didn’t want to admit the time when he fought another guy extra hard, sending him to the med wing- during a “training” session. The guy had been jerking off to Bucky’s quiet moans.

Gale drew in a slow inhale and readied himself. He turned back. Tried not to grab his crotch right there and then when he saw Bucky’s legs. Somehow within that short period of time, Bucky’s switched his pants to shorts. Bright red ones that hid nothing and do nothing except hug his ass’ curves.

That had been how Gale found himself in this position now. Preparing himself to walk past Bucky while trying not to pay attention to how those lips wrap around the popsicle, the sound wet as he pops it off his mouth. The blush on Bucky’s face is really not helping either.

Gale stands straight. He takes a deep breath, then begins to walk. One step, two steps, three steps. One more and he can make it past. Four-

A soft moan makes him freeze.

He tells himself not to look but he can’t help it, head already turning, glancing down… To Bucky’s scrunched face, eyes shut as his mouth parts. Another soft mewl escapes him.

Blood rushes down south. Gale’s body is heavy, face numb.

Bucky blinks his eyes open, peering up at him. His lashes seem to flutter. “This ice is really good, Buck. You don’t want some?”

Gale can’t say anything, can’t bring his tongue to move. Ordering himself to blink feels like a monumental task. Bucky’s brow furrow, lips pouting. Gale doesn’t even know why Bucky’s doing that.

He almost chokes on his own saliva when Bucky tucks a curl over his ear and wraps his mouth on the popsicle again. He pushes it deeper. Three-quarters of the ice has disappeared inside.

Bucky opens his eyes, staring at him. He blinks slowly. Gale isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be doing right now but he’s getting increasingly hard. He’s pretty sure there’s a tent in his pants right now.

Bucky then pulls back the popsicle, slowly. It seems to be the motif today. Slow. And sensual and innocent and soft. He takes extra time when his mouth is at the edge. He pops it off with a wet sound. Saliva strings connect his lips to the popsicle.

Gale almost believes that he could’ve come untouched right that second.

“Can I help you?” Bucky asks. His red lips, now sheen with blue ice, juts out.

anon pls this it so good 😭

#masters of the air #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #buckbucky

[killerskillercaptain]

Pillow Talk with Levi Ackerman : Eren

Themes : comfort, fluff, canonverse, romance, Levi and reader are married, late night conversations, deep conversations, reader showing concern about Eren.

This ficlet is part of the PILLOW TALK WITH LEVI ACKERMAN BOOKS. Make sure to follow the next ones by asking to be added to the taglist or by checking the Masterlist !

I Kuchel

II Kenny

III Hange

IV Erwin

V Farlan & Isabel

VI Mikasa

VII Eren

"Another sleepless night", you thought while laying on your king-sized bed, limbs all out. You stared at the ceiling, analyzing each crack on it when you heard the familiar sound of the bathroom's door being opened.

The wooden door would shriek every time someone got in or out of the shower, and no wonder, this place was so old it got you wondering how it was able to withstand the test of time.

You and Levi were staying in this secret base for some additional days. Soon enough, you'll be off to your next stopping point : Wall Sina.

Pixies had requested your presence along with the captain to discuss future strategies. Hange had given you the blueprint of a new advanced weaponry she was working on. The instructions were clear : show the higher ups the new efforts made into this technology, hoping they will find it interesting enough to demand another funding from the nobles. You prayed they would find Hange's work worthy of their time...and money !

"Shit. How long are we gonna keep begging like this ? Those rich bastards with their guts as saggy as their money pouches sure know how to make us crawl to them. All that wealth but they never lift a finger to help unless we stroke their ego, it's not enough for them to cheat on taxation apparently. Plus they always think of us as weak...who do they think is protecting their fat-asses ?!"

He threw a pillow on the bed before plopping down with a heavy sigh.

"Why do we have to be the ones begging ?".

"It has always been like this Levi, and you know it. It's never gonna change" you said eyes still firmly locked on the ceiling.

"If he didn't mess up the original plan, we wouldn't have to come up with this stupid weapon case !"

You knew that by "he", he meant Eren.

"Levi, try to be in his shoes-"

"Yeah right, he's gonna get my shoe right in his face again if he doesn't stop screwing things up !"

"Can you imagine how hard it is for him ? He just learned that he can transform, can you imagine what it's like...turning into the thing you hate the most ? Turning into the very thing that killed your mother...jeez. He only recently realized that, it's as new to him as it is to us, of course he's having a hard time assessing this, let alone control it ! Think of the emotional turmoil, think of-"

Levi shut you up with a kiss on the lips, they were still wet from the shower. He muffled your last words because he honestly couldn't care less about the excuses you were making for the fifteen-year-old boy.

"Stop taking his side, he's a soldier, he has to learn to tame himself anyway"

"Yeah" you let out in a defeated breath

"I don't know about his titan abilities, but he needs to be tamed. That brat has an ego as big as a titan's ass"

"He is still a kid Levi, i can only imagine how disoriented he might feel, dealing with such powers at such a complicated age, don't you think ?"

You lifted your palm and caressed Levi's cheek softly. You sensed he was letting his guard down so you took this opportunity to steal a kiss from your ever so-stoic husband.

You couldn't hide your concern for the cadet. Yes, he was an annoying fifteen-year-old boy with absolutely impulse control. His anger makes him want to prove himself to anyone who would dare provoke him, yet you had a soft spot for him and his devotion. After all, he was only a child when he witnessed his mother getting killed by a titan. He must have felt so powerless back then, that's why he probably feels he has no time to waste or to think and always launches head-on into danger.

"Look at us fighting about Eren as if he was our child" you chuckled.

"We don't have time to empathize with his situation, we need to know how to deal with him"

"Yes captain, but not tonight" you said sliding your gown off your legs, your shoulders, then your head, before tossing it in the corner of the room.

You tossed a leg over your husband's torso. His skin was wet yet warm and extremely comforting. You liked to rest your head on the crook of his neck, taking in his scent, he smelt so clean, as he always did.

You stayed in this position for the longest time until Levi's body turned cold and started to shudder. Feeling him quivering underneath you caught you off guard and you realized how late it already was. Levi slipped away and started to dry his damp skin, the moon casting a sweet light on his delicate figure. You couldn't help but ogle him, watching each and every one motion he made with the old towel.

Levi was literally shining under the dim moonlight.

"But damn, can you imagine turning into a titan ?" you said, both amused and repulsed by the thought.

"Well, at least i would be tall...and i would be the one looking down on our generous providers for a change, instead of having them staring down at me all the time"

He wasn't looking at you but he could hear you muffle a sweet laugh in the dark.

"Levi, you're perfect the way you are-"

"Go to bed already !"

Taglist : @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored @notgoodforlife

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/N #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman reader #levi fanfiction #levi fanfic #levi fic #levi romance #levi reader insert #snk #aot #snk x you #snk x reader #snk x y/n #aot x you #aot x reader #aot reader insert #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #shingeki no kyojin x you #shingeki no kyojin x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan fic #attack on titan fanfic #attack on titan x y/n #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan reader insert

[very-burnt-toast]

Some random unedited Klance stuff I wrote at like 2am last night

Lance finds himself standing before his mirror, eyes darting back and forth across his reflection as if scanning for something. With a sigh, he steps back and slumps down into his bed. Nothing out of the ordinary. It's perfectly normal. Unremarkable.

Nothing special.

Fitting, because that's all he is, isn't it? He's nothing special. Everyone else has something going for them. Shiro had been the leader who always figured out what to do and now he leads from the sidelines, Pidge is the tech genius who always has a comment to make. Hunk's the friendliest guy Lance has ever met and holds the team together, all the while making the best food ever. Allura and Coran know all about the lions and run the entire ship.

And Keith. Keith was the best at everything. He'd been the best cadet in the Garrison, he was hella good at fighting, thinking on the spot and being the team leader, looking pretty... And not the worst diplomat ever to exist. So basically all he needs to be a great paladin.

Lance couldn't help but envy Keith a little. Ever since his Garrison days Lance had always wanted to prove himself, to be worth something. But now here he is, deflated and sitting on his bed with no role to fill. And why would the team want him if he doesn't have a role to play?

But a much more devastating thought prickles in the back of Lance's mind. As much as he envies Keith and always made an effort to go out of his way to poke fun at him, he can't help but admire him. I mean, it's hard not to. The powerful yet graceful motions when he fights, the feeling in his voice when he gives commands to the team, his persistence when he wants sonething, and the amount he cares for his teammates.

It would take some kind of miracle to have that absolute prodigy even come remotely close to falling for a simple boy from Cuba with no redeeming qualities?

I mean, there's his immeasurable charm... But Keith could beat that one pretty easily. His mullet is nicer than Lance says it is on a regular basis. And his eyes. But no matter how much admiring Lance does, that's not gonna get him anywhere. It's not like he can say anything to Keith though.

Lance leans against the wall and lets his body deflate further. The more he thinks about Keith the more he can feel an ache growing in his chest. Collapsed against the wall, he lifts his hand to rub his eye and there's something wet on his face.

He was crying.

Right at that moment there's a knock on the door. Hurriedly, Lance wipes his eyes with his sleeve and inhales slowly and deeply before calling out, "Just come in."

The door opens to reveal none other than Keith himself. Keith's eyes widen to see Lance sprawled across his bed, leaning against the wall. "Are.. You okay over there, buddy?"

"Hey Keith, I'm... I don't know." Lance lifts his head and gives a weak smile. Keith walks over, sits down and glances at Lance with a look of concern.

"Lance, have you been crying?"

Lance blinks before turning his head away and taking another deep breath. As he exhales, Keith places a hand gently on his shoulder. "Look, I know I'm not necessarily the best one to talk to sometimes, but if you've got stuff on your mind you can always tell me."

Lance can feel the waterfalls that come rushing from his eyes as he pushes himself up and wraps his arms tightly around Keith, muffling his sob as he buries his face in Keith's shoulder. Keith is frozen for only a second before he returns the gesture. The two sit there like that in silence for a number of minutes before Lance eventually raises his head again and attempts to wipe his eyes on sleeves that are becoming more and more drenched by the second.

Noticing he left a large wet patch on Keith's shirt, he starts, "Keith, I- I'm so sorry I-"

"Hey, shh, it's okay, Lance," Keith reassures him, "what's on your mind, bud?"

Lance's head is flooded with thoughts; he wants to tell Keith just how he feels about him but the eminent doom of what would surely be a rejection stops him. He wants to confirm or deny his suspicions that he won't have a place in team Voltron anymore. Or maybe he just wants to know what Keith thinks of him. Lance's head spins but he opens his mouth to begin but somehow he blurts out everything all at once.

"I don't feel like I even have a place on the team anymore because everyone has something and I don't and I feel useless as if I'm just some normal guy while everyone else gets to be something special and I just want you to want me here and I know I make fun of you but I actually care more than I'd like to admit but I'm so jealous of you because you get to be something awesome that I could never be and I just want to be something and I..." he trails off into silence.

Keith slowly absorbs the information before once more glancing at the pile of limbs that is Lance before grabbing him by the shoulders and staring him straight in the eye, "You're not going anywhere. We aren't replacing you, Lance, and we aren't kicking you off the team."

His gaze softens and the muscles in his arms and hands relax a bit, "I'm not really sure how to put this next bit into words so you're just gonna have to trust me, okay?"

Lance pauses and cocks his head slightly, confused. Slowly he nods at Keith and says "I trust you."

And with that, Keith leans down and presses his lips to Lance's. Sliding one arm around his waist and one behind his head he kisses him smoothly but firmly. After a while he pulls away to reveal Lance, wide eyed and red faced, but now only the slight remnants of his tears remain glistening on his eyelashes.

Satisfied, Keith smirks through his words when he asks Lance, "does that give you your answer?"

Lance nods, causing Keith to smirk even more. Pushing himself up from the bed, Keith turns toward the door.

"Well then, if that's all you need from me I'll be in m-"

He's cut off by Lance who springs up and grabs Keith by the arm, spinning him around and kissing him again. This time it's Keith who's startled, but he quickly kisses Lance back. Lance's fingers run through Keith's long black hair and the other still holds him by the arm. The two pull away from each other and Lance, shooting Keith a challenging look, says "couldn't let you get away with winning that one, Kogane."

The slightest hint of pink dusts Keith's cheeks as he chuckles quietly to himself as he walks out of the room, leaving Lance standing in the middle of his room, now alone. But somehow, Lance didn't feel quite so separate anymore.

#i don't write a lot i'll happily accept criticism or advice #vld #vld fanfic #lance vld #keith vld #klance #klance fanfiction #vld keith #vld lance #lance voltron #keith voltron #voltron keith #voltron lance #keith kogane #keith #lance mcclain #lance #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[melishade]

Number 72?

This ask game

Optimus meeting with the Warriors and reuniting with Gabi in the Dark Timeline: Part 15: Magath and the Warriors

"Sir?!" Pieck was flabbergasted by the sight of the metal titan, Optimus Prime, driving up towards them. The door had opened, and Magath had stepped out of the driver's seat while the Prime had manifested it's human form.

"What's going on?" Pieck asked him.

"He wanted to check on Gabi and see if she was alright," Magath explained.

"If you would be willing to permit me," Optimus insisted.

"I'm sure that Gabi would be excited to see you, but-!" All three jolted when they heard something clatter on the ground. They turned their attention to the sight of Reiner and Annie. There were broken plates by Reiner's feet, no doubt indicating that he was the one who dropped them. Reiner looked ready to burst into tears while Annie's mouth dropped.

"It's you," Reiner spoke in disbelief, "You're alive."

"I apologize for my unannounced visit," Optimus began as Reiner walked up to him, "But I was hoping to see-!"

Reiner got down on his knees and bowed before Optimus. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"R-reiner!" Pieck stuttered while Magath blinked in surprise.

"Gabi's still alive because of you!" Reiner sobbed, "You saved my family when I couldn't! Thank you!"

"Reiner, please raise your head," Optimus requested, but the titan shifter was stunned when Annie bows her head in gratitude.

"You bought us time to escape and flee to Paradis. You protected us, and we're extremely grateful to you," Annie declared, "Thank you."

"Please, this is unnecessary," Optimus insisted, "Raise your heads."

"No way!" Optimus snapped his head to the sound of four of the five Warrior Cadets peering out of the tent they were in, but no sign of Gabi.

"It's you!" Udo pointed to him, causing the other Warrior Cadets to run up to him.

"Wait, hold on!" Annie insisted.

Optimus could see all four of them asking questions, asking about his health, how he escaped Shockwave, and why he hadn't come sooner, and that Gabi was worried. He was flustered by the attention, and tried to get them to calm down so he could answer these new faces, but stopped when he heard the sound of a quiet gasp. He looked ahead, and saw Gabi staring at him with awe and relief written all over her face. She looked better. She no longer looked like she was starving. She had a clean change of clothes and looked like she got proper sleep.

"You're...you're alright." Optimus' shoulders sagged in relief as he stepped forward and out of the crowd surrounding him.

Gabi didn't recognize the new face, but she did recognize that voice and the color scheme, and the truck behind everyone. It was him. It was Optimus! She bolted towards him as fast as she could with her recovering body, and Optimus kneeled down, allowing Gabi to hug him tight and bury her face in his shoulder. The girl continued to sob while Optimus held her tight.

"You're alive!" Gabi's sobs were muffled by the fabric of the holoform jacket, "You're alive!"

"I'm sorry I worried you," Optimus apologized to her, "I'm glad you are well."

The others couldn't help but be both moved at the sight of their reunion, but also feel pity. What in the hell had those two gone through while captured under Shockwave? Meanwhile, both of them were just relieved to see the other alive. To see that they had survived their injuries and survived Shockwave.

Optimus remembered the crowd behind him, and the questions that he needed to address to Magath. "Gabi, I have some matters I need to attend to."

He tried to let her go, but Gabi refused to. She still clung to him so tight and hid her head in his shoulder, doing everything she could to hide her tears. Optimus relented and picked Gabi up. The girl had been through enough, and she needed a moment of peace.

Optimus turned his attention to Magath while still holding the crying girl. "Do we have a place where we could talk in private?"

(So 32 had already been asked and I had missed it, Lol. But the rest is free game.)

#tfp #attack on titan #snk #aot #asks #shingeki no kyojin #transformers prime #send me asks #attack on prime #ao3 #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime #tfp optimus #snk warrior cadets #reiner braun #gabi braun #annie leonhart #theo magath #maccadam #macadam #dialogue #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt #what if tfp shockwave was in aop AKA the Dark Timeline #pieck finger

[annaphoenix1994]

Taking Simon to a Parade

Masterlist:

Simon joins you for a festive parade.

Tags: Domestic Simon/Fluff/Soft Simon

Tags: Domestic Simon/Fluff/Soft Simon

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- He's not too thrilled about it at first as he is secretly paranoid about being in large crowds of people, especially when not in uniform. 

- Although he feels a bit better considering he conceal-carries. He'd be an absolute wreck if he couldn't have access to a firearm. 

- This particular day, you had asked him if he wanted to come with you to a parade as it was a festive holiday coming up... Christmas. 

- Immediately, his mind said 'no', wanting to avoid such a large strip of people, but he was thankful he put careful consideration into his answer as he knew festive things like this made you happy. 

- It was also a chore for him to go out to a haunted house with you the first few months you two had started dating. He liked how happy it made you for him to be out in public with you, but he was, is, always so paranoid about an ambush or a shooting happening. 

- He then vouched to go with you to almost every large gathering you decided to go to, knowing that you were very limited on when it came to protecting yourself. The more he did it, the more comfortable he got knowing that he was your protector and that control was in his hands. 

- With every social gathering, he is almost always behind you. "Watching your six" as he and his comrades called it. He couldn't help it. He knew you were safest when you were in front of him. 

- During the parade, he fought his anxiety as the firetrucks and police sirens went off. You had to explain to him that it was normal for them to do this at a parade. And it meant nothing of harm or panic. He believed you, but the thought always lived in the back of his mind that too much noise would muffle an attack. 

- He stayed behind you, watching the parade with no altercations to his vision as you were significantly shorter than him. Standing at roughly 5'3", Simon had no problem looking over you with his 6'4" stature. 

- And he always thought it was cute that you were so much shorter than him. 

- As the parade went on, he never moved from behind you, looking down at you as you smiled at the children that were waving at you from their floats and occasionally darting down to the pavement to pick up candy.  

- He really enjoyed the military color guard. Even though he wasn't from the United States, he couldn't deny that America was top-tier when it came to showing pride. 

- In fact, you couldn't break him of his gaze when the cadets began marching. 

- You couldn't either - it always put a chill of patriotism on your skin. 

- You didn't care that picking up candy was for kids and that you were an adult. Candy was candy! 

- He specifically loved watching your eyes light up at all of the decorative Christmas lights that decorated the floats and the trucks pulling them, especially when the horse-drawn carriages would come into your sight. 

- It meant the entire world to him seeing you that happy with such a simple thing. It's always the little things, Simon. 

- The cold temperature didn't bother him as his anxiety caused him to overheat rather quickly. As for you, however, it was the complete opposite. 

- He took quick notice of this, removing his jacket from his shoulders, leaving himself in his long-sleeved shirt underneath before ushering for you to put it on, inhaling his cologne and warm residue. 

- "Better?" He asked. 

- "Much better." You hummed, looking up at him from over your shoulder. 

- It was then that he knew every battle and every deployment was worth it. You were worth fighting for and he was so glad he had you to come home to. 

- He couldn't wait to see the same gleam in your eye throughout the entire month of December. 

#simon riley fluff #domestic simon riley #simon riley imagines #cod mw2 ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost riley smut #ghostcod #simon ghost riley #ghost Riley #simonriley #simonghostriley #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x reader

[cc1010fox]

Still Young

Rating: PG-13 to R

Pairing: Alpha-18/Fox

Summary: The clones of Alpha-17's ARC training program are now young men, but he still sees them as bright-eyed cadets. He doesn't appreciate that Alpha-18 sees one of them as a young man now, not when he watched him grow up just like Seventeen did.

...

The mess hall fell into stunned silence, leaving it quiet enough to hear blood drops splattering against the floor. It echoed to the far end of the room where, cautiously, the clones in the back rose from their benches to ensure their fallen trainer was alright.

When the shock wore off, Alpha-18 caught the bright red droplets in the palm of his hand to spare his group that haunting sound, before he wiped his throbbing mouth on his sleeve. "I probably deserved that..."

"If you ever touch him again, I will kill you," Alpha-17 seethed out through his clenched teeth. He hadn't planned on attacking his fellow Alpha class clone; rage had just taken hold of him.

Eighteen pulled himself up off the floor, smearing it with the evidence of his wounded flesh and pride. "You would do that to your vod?" he challenged.

Seventeen raised his hand, the back of which was as red as their audience's clothing, and pointed at his so-called vod. His voice was low, dangerous. "I would do that for my ad."

That was impossible for a clone to argue against. It was in their genes to treasure their adopted ade. As much as Eighteen wanted to fight, all he could do was respectfully lower his gaze and press his swollen lips into a hard line. He wouldn't argue.

"If I catch you even looking at him again, I will pull my privilege and make sure you never set foot on Kamino again," Seventeen warned. Disgusted with the man he used to proudly call his vod, he turned away from him to the small crowd of worried clones, all of which were looking to him for an answer, all but one, whose back was turned to the fight. "Finish your meals! You have five minutes!"

The panicked shoveling of food into hungry mouths muffled the grumbled words of one CC-1010, named Fox. "Who told?" He was almost certain it was Cody. They were at the top of the program, which put them in competition with one another. There was no doubt in his mind he was jealous he had earned the attention of an Alpha.

His theory was proven wrong, though, when his best friend spoke up confidently. "I did."

Confused, Fox looked to his vod with a furrowed brow. "You, Thire? Why?"

CC-4477 paused in his eating, laying his utensil back on his tray. He didn't dare look at Fox, though, afraid to see the betrayal on his face. "Something felt wrong about it, Fox..."

Contrary to what Thire was afraid of, Fox's expression softened. His best friend wouldn't betray him, he would only help him. Maybe there was something wrong about what had happened between himself and Alpha-18. He was just too excited about it to see it. "Oh..." Feeling confused and anxious, he rested his cheek on his best friend's shoulder. Fox wasn't hungry anymore.

Relieved, Thire wrapped an arm around his batchmate's shoulders and gave his upper arm a comforting squeeze. He hadn't noticed that no one around them had been eating until Cody picked up his utensil again. When he looked up, their vode were eating slowly while sneaking glances at the somber duo, wearing their worry on their faces. Thire couldn't blame them. Even though they had greedily asked for every dirty detail the night before, Seventeen had just made it abundantly clear that what they had heard about was in some way worthy of breaking a bond over. That meant Fox was a victim of something bad.

...

That night, Seventeen leaned against the doorframe as he watched his chosen batch sleep. Their cheeks were no longer chubby, their eyes no longer rounded, but they still looked so young to him. They were still his ade. They certainly acted young. Even in that moment, the majority of them had dragged their mattresses onto the floor for a massive bed to cuddle up on in a pile of indistinguishable limbs tangled in blankets.

Fox seemed to be at the center of it, one hand tenderly resting on Thire's head, which was pillowed by his chest, and the other arm comically wrapped around Wolffe's neck in what Seventeen could only describe as an affectionate chokehold. Wolffe was at least getting some semblance of revenge by drooling heavily on Fox's sleeve. That made Seventeen smile.

But only briefly...

He couldn't imagine watching that young man, he had to admit, grow up from a cocky little cadet, the one that had made him snort despite the mischief he had caused, and seeing him as a means to get off. He couldn't imagine looking at his face and not seeing that miniature aspiring celebrity pointing finger guns at him after another effortless high score. He couldn't imagine him on his knees...before him...

Eighteen had watched them all grow up just as Seventeen had. He'd been there at every chance, burning with envy, until his request for his own cadets to train had been granted. Even then, Seventeen had caught him smiling at the cadets that had inspired him to train his own.

So why? Why Fox? Sure, Fox was confident, overconfident at times, and he was undeniably attractive. He didn't just take care of his appearance, he primped himself until the last minute every morning to appeal to his peers, Seventeen mused. That didn't turn Seventeen on, though. That made him proud. Fox was his beautiful ad, the ad he could show off at face value. Why wasn't Eighteen proud? When had he stopped seeing Fox as a cadet and started seeing him as a hole? Had he always just been waiting for Fox to reach maturity so he could have his way with him?

Seventeen's upper lip curled in disgust. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered just how much he could get away with. Jango wouldn't be happy if he pummeled Eighteen into tender chum, but he wouldn't take him off the ARC training program...would he?

Sighing, he ventured into the pile, stepping over and between bodies. When he found himself in the middle, he nudged Fox's side with his foot. The younger clone stirred, but it took another nudge to get him to open his eyes. When he did, he smiled, and that little sleepy smile brought a smile to Seventeen's face. Fox then tucked himself more towards Thire, releasing Wolffe from his death grip, and Alpha-17 took the invitation. Carefully, he molded himself into the space created between Fox and Wolffe, tucking Fox under his arm. He didn't mind the weight on his bicep or how his right arm was going to be dead weight in the morning, not when he knew his ad was safe and warm against him.

#Commander Fox #Alpha-17 #Commander Thire #Commander Wolffe #Commander Cody #Gehat'ik ‖ Prose

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

All Clones Go To Heaven

Crosshair & Mayday

Summary: The aftermath of the avalanche on Barton IV from Mayday’s perspective. (written in third person limited)

Pairings: None

Characters: Crosshair, Mayday, Mayday's Squad

Tags & Warnings: angst, hurt, comfort, death, afterlife, may also cause uncontrollable crying, apologies in advance

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Notes: A companion piece to this post. I don’t know anything about the lore behind the Star Wars afterlife, so if you do, please no hate! It’s just fanfiction. As always, please enjoy 💚

It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s heavy. These and numerous other thoughts floated around Mayday’s mind as he laid motionless under the frigid snow. The pressure and weight of the icy precipitation crushed his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He was fully engulfed in a tundra prison.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, just as he was taught in training as a cadet. Never panicking for even a moment. He flexed his muscles to move his arms and legs in an attempt to escape, but they wouldn’t budge. The weight and angles of the pressurized snow were too great to overcome. 

This is it. He resigned. I’m finally going to die here on this mountain, just like my squad. Can’t say I didn’t see it coming. He wrestled with his mind, trying to not think about death by suffocation, until his thoughts finally landed somewhere else. I hope that clone got out. I can’t have another one die on me.

It didn’t take much longer for his senses to begin fading away. The asphyxiation was taking its toll on him. He lingered in and out of consciousness, hoping at any moment that death would stop toying with him and just take him. Death was such a tease, and not the kind he liked. Much unlike his former men, who were chronic pranksters.  

However, as he lay there, nearing death’s edge and reminiscing the days when his squad was together, he heard a muffled sound coming from above. One by one, small fragments of light pierced through his snowy covering. Just as hope of a rescue brimmed from the surface, he passed out. 

Mayday started to crawl back into consciousness as he felt hands lifting his torso. He grunted as his lungs began to fill with oxygen once again. He felt a hard object behind his back and could hear someone speaking, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. His brain was still scrambled from lack of oxygen and the pain around his torso slowly increased.

“Come on,” Crosshair prompted as he attempted to lift the commander out of the snow. “We have to move.”

Mayday grunted again, this time from the pain of his crushed chest. Each breath was an excruciating endeavor as his lungs attempted to expand inside his broken ribcage. He knew he had no chance of surviving in his condition and all the pulling was not helping. 

Through forced breaths, he spoke to the young clone. “Go, I won’t make it.”

Not missing a beat, Crosshair put the Commander’s helmet on his head and shivered out a soft. “We don’t leave our own behind.” 

The old and worn helmet wasn’t much protection from the elements, but it was better than nothing. At the minimum, it kept the howling wind out of his ears and made his already labored breathing a bit easier. Nonetheless, the journey back to the outpost would be a perilous one and neither clone was promised survival.

Still moving in and out of consciousness, Mayday could feel his body being pulled out of the snow. The blunt movements were painful, but he didn’t have enough energy to fight the young clone’s efforts. He felt his left arm wrap around Crosshair’s shoulder as he was lifted to his feet. 

They moved along the mountainside slowly. The air was gusting and frigid, but his chest burned like fire. He knew he was critically injured, and most likely bleeding internally, but that didn’t stop the young clone from dragging him along through the deep snow. 

They stopped every so often to catch their breaths and reposition themselves, even though no position was comfortable. As they trudged along through the night, the wind began to howl and the snow stung like daggers against their prone bodies. A blizzard was coming and they needed to find shelter quickly. 

Crosshair led the limping pair to a small outcropping on the side of the mountain, with barely any protection from the storm. Mayday could feel the young clone’s body pressed tightly up against his, huddling them together as best he could while they waited it out. He could barely open his eyes, but he would never forget the fear on Crosshair’s face.  

Come morning light, the duo started again towards the outpost. This time Crosshair gave Mayday his sniper rifle as a walking stick. The make-shift crutch did help a little, but Mayday knew it wasn’t going to be enough. He wasn’t making it out of this situation alive, even if they did make it back to the outpost.

They marched forward, both clones breathing ragged, half frost-bitten, and on the verge of death. As they crested the last hill, Mayday, through glazed vision, could see the outposts' platform. Maybe they were going to make it. Maybe they would survive this. Maybe they live to fight another day. 

“About time you two returned,” the Lieutenant sneered as the two ragged clones staggered forward and fell to the ground.

“He needs a medic,” Crosshair exasperated as he removed Mayday’s helmet.

Mayday coughed as the blood pooling in his chest crushed his lungs. It’s alright, son. He wanted to say to reassure the young clone. 

“I see you didn’t retrieve the crates,” the lieutenant huffed in disappointment. “Which means you failed your mission.”

You mean we failed our suicide mission. Mayday jested to himself.

“Did you hear what I said?” Crosshair pleaded. “Help him!”

Once again, wishing to convey his thoughts to the young clone, but unable to, he let the words loose in his mind. It’s going to be okay, kid. Clones die all the time. I’ll be fine.

“Certainly not,” the lieutenant sneered. “That would be a waste of the Empire’s resources.”

A resource. That’s all we are to them. Things. He wished he could muster the strength to convey his thoughts out loud, but his breath was gone. I hope you remember this, Crosshair. Don’t become a tool of the Empire like me. You’re worth more than that.

“You...,” Crosshair breathed out in desperation, “he’ll die.”

Mayday coughed again, more forceful than before. He could feel his life slipping away second by second. This was it. His breath was leaving his body one last time. Goodbye, kid. He thought one last time before drifting into death’s arms.

It was dark once more, but this time, it wasn't cold. No, this time was different. Mayday found himself standing alone in pitch black. He swiveled his head but couldn’t see anything. It was an endless void as he turned around in circles, trying to gather intel on his new surroundings. 

However, like any good soldier, he started marching forward. To where, he did not know. To find what, he was uncertain. But he knew he had to start moving. There was an internal compass somewhere deep inside his soul that guided his footsteps along an invisible pathway.

As he continued his journey through the darkness, he began to feel warm. It was an odd feeling and contrasted what he had known for the past year on Barton IV. Nevertheless, it was inviting, calming, and effortless. His body felt lighter and his skin began to tingle. He was being lulled.

Without warning, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he sensed a presence ahead of him. His first instinct was to grab at his weapon, but there was nothing there. The shocking realization that he had nothing and was nothing set in. All his gear was gone and he was vulnerable. 

He took a deep breath and stepped closer to the presence. He couldn’t make out what it was, but it was definitely other-worldly and not something he had run into before. He cocked his head to the side and squinted at a tall figure outlined in a dull silvery light. He stepped closer to investigate.

“Welcome, Mayday,” the looming figure spoke with a booming voice.

The clone commander was taken aback as his hands started to tremble in front of the presence. “Who are you?” he asked. 

“I am the Maker,” the tall figure answered as it bowed its head low to meet Mayday’s gaze.

“Is… Is this death?” Mayday asked with hesitation. He didn’t know how he knew to ask, but something inside him prompted it.

“Yes, it is,” the Maker answered.

“I see,” Mayday said as he brought a hand up to pull at his beard in thought. “Are… Are my men here?”

“Yes, they are,” the Maker answered again.

“Sir, can I see them?” Mayday asked with excitement and expectation in his voice.

“Perhaps,” the Maker answered. “It depends.”

“Depends on what, sir?” Mayday asked.

“On your judgment,” the Maker answered deeply.

“Judgment?” Mayday rhetorized in confusion.

“Yes,” the Maker continued. “All who pass through my domain must be judged. So tell me, Mayday, why should I let you pass on?”

The clone commander thought about what to say. It was a tough question and not one that any clone ever thought about in their lifetime. Clones were lab creations, made to be disposable. Did they deserve to live a happy afterlife as much as any other lifeform? 

“I didn’t do much to deserve much, sir,” Mayday began. He shook his head and sighed. “I was bred to kill and created to die. And I… I lost my entire squad. My brothers followed every order I gave them and died. Their deaths are on my shoulders. So, perhaps, I don’t deserve anything.”

The Maker shifted its fluid form into a pondering posture as it looked into the depths of the clone commander’s soul. “But were you a good soldier?” the Maker asked.

“I’d like to think so, sir,” Mayday answered semi-confidently.

The Maker straightened its posture and once again loomed its large silvery figure over Mayday’s tiny frame. Mayday took a few steps back, in awe of the enormity of the Maker’s presence.

“Commander Mayday,” the Maker’s voice boomed as the clone flinched. “A clone you were created, a life-form you are no less. You followed your orders and served your men well. They gladly laid down their lives under your command as each one spoke highly of your leadership.”

Mayday cracked a small sad smile. “They did?”

“Yes,” the Maker answered softly.

Mayday let out an anguished sigh. “They were good men. Some of the best.”

“As are you,” the Maker pointed out. The Maker paused and let silence fill the room as it peered further into the soul of the clone standing before it. “I will now pass my judgment upon you.”

Mayday straightened up at attention, ready and willing to accept whatever judgment the Maker had for him. All he hoped for was to be reunited with his men, wherever they were. Or if not, then at least be at peace knowing they were safe from any further harm.

“Mayday,” the Maker boomed. “I judge you as a good soldier. Loyal, brave, strong, and true. You did well in your short life and you earned the love and respect of many around you. I now grant you access to Paradise. Enter and join your brothers in peace.”

Mayday smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to see his men again. Before his thoughts could trail off any farther, a vertical light in the middle of the dark void showed forth. He put his hands up to shield his eyes at the brightness, as the light grew wide, like doors swinging open.

He slowly put his hands down and looked into the bright light. He hesitated for a moment, but the Maker prodded the clone to move forward. As Mayday came closer to the light, he could see a group of figures standing together, bathed in the golden light from where they stood. It was his squad.

Mayday ran forward, eager to greet his men that he missed so much. Tears brimming in his eyes. It really was the most glorious sight and all he could have ever asked for. It was them. All of them. They were there waiting for him, their leader. 

“Commander!” one of the clones yelled in excitement as they waved their hand in the air. “What took you so long?” The clone beamed with joy.

“You’re late!” another clone yelled. “Uh, I mean, you’re late sir!” The squad laughed.

“Thank goodness,” one of his men breathed out in a sigh of relief. “We were getting bored without you and these four idiots have been such a handful.”

“Come on in and join us!” another one of his men shouted in excitement. “Hexx and Veetch are already here and getting way too comfortable.”

“Aw, yes!” the last of his men cheered. “The squad is finally back together again!”

Mayday chuckled and without even trying to keep his composure, cried. His squad, his brothers, his family, were back together again. Finally, they were home. Mayday lunged forward and brought his entire squad into a big group hug, toppling them over like bowling pins. 

“Hey boys,” Mayday smiled and leaned into the embrace. Desperately clinging to each one as tight as he could. “Glad I could make it.”

As the group got up and walked back into the bright light of Paradise, each crying, laughing, and falling over the other, Mayday took one last look into the void and remembered a certain clone. I hope you find your squad too, Crosshair. Then, turning with a big smile, he followed his brothers into bliss.

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