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corroded-hellfire · 1 month

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Ok I feel like As You Wish!Eddie would be obsessed with that part in Enter Sandman where like he says the lines like “Now I lay me down to sleep” just to have his kids or reader repeat them back in like the innocent voice

Eddie lives his life by Metallica songs and teaches his children to do the same

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“Alright pipsqueak,” Eddie says, gently tugging on the toe of Eliza’s purple footie pajamas as he passes where she sits between her brothers on the couch. “Bedtime.”

“No!” Eliza says, quickly rolling over a hundred eighty degrees so she’s laying on her tummy and buries her face in the couch cushion.

“Yes,” Eddie says. He scoops the remote up from the coffee table and presses the off button, effectively ending Shrek 2. “Come on. Go brush your teeth, little girl.”

Luke stares at his father and gestures to the television, as if to say we were watching that too, man. Rolling his eyes, Eddie tosses the remote into his younger son’s lap.

“Eliza Marie Munson,” Eddie says.

With a huff to show her father her displeasure, the three-year-old pushes herself off the couch and disappears down the hallway. Luke flicks the television back on and the last thing Eddie hears as he follows his daughter down the hallway is his teenage sons laughing at Puss in Boots coughing up a hairball.

“Ah, ah, with the toothpaste.” Your voice floats out of the bathroom into the hallway, making Eddie chuckle as he passes and keeps walking into Eliza’s room.

Deciding to mess with the feisty little firecracker, Eddie snatches up her favorite stuffed pig and lounges on his daughter’s too-short bed. It’s only a few minutes later that Eliza’s heavy tread can be heard coming down the hallway, the heavy footsteps baffling for such a small girl. The moment she crosses the threshold into her room, Eliza’s face scrunches up and her tiny shoulders rise up toward her ears.

“Hey!”

“Is for horses,” Eddie answers.

You’re two steps behind Eliza and the moment you see Eddie on the bed you chuckle to yourself. The Little Terror is about to be unleashed.

“My bed!” Eliza launches herself up on top of her father, causing him to let out an oof as she lands on his stomach. “My Penelope!” Small hands go to grab the stuffed pig but Eddie’s quicker, moving the plush animal behind his head to use as a pillow.

“Wow, kid, you really need to learn to share,” Eddie says.

A long exhale blows from Eliza’s nose, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was a growl. Scooting her body up Eddie’s chest, your daughter rests her forehead against her father’s, giving him the most intimidating look she can manage. She probably doesn’t realize that to Eddie it now just looks like she has one giant eye, though. Hardly intimidating–even for the toddler.

“Did you give night-night kisses?” Eddie asks.

“Penelope,” is Eliza’s only reply.

“I’ll give you Penelope the Pig back once you give everyone goodnight kisses.”

Sitting up straight, Eliza eyes her father skeptically. When he raises his eyebrows at her, she must decide to believe him because she slides from his chest and lands on her carpet with a thud.

“Ryaaaaaan! Luuuuuuke!” Her calls echo down the hall as she runs, the shouts accompanied by the loud thumping of her feet as she picks up speed.

“And you wonder why she’s a menace,” you say to your husband, tilting your head at him as you lean against the door jamb.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re implying,” your husband answers, giving you the most innocent doe eyes he can manage.

Before you can come up with a response, Eliza rushes past you, back into the room. She skids to a stop and spins on her covered feet to face you.

“Kiss, Mama!”

Happy to oblige her, you scoop her up in your arms and press kisses all over her face. Her giggles are infectious as she tries to dodge your lips, protesting that this is an overload of kisses. She gives you a quick squeeze around the neck and you can’t help but notice how she’s feeling heavier in your arms these days. It makes a part of you sad, remembering when she was small enough to lay in the crook of your elbow.

Eliza wriggles out of your grip and makes her way back over to her bed. Her lower lip juts out in a pout and she bats her dark eyelashes at her dad.

“Can I have Penelope now pleeeeease?” she asks in her sweetest voice.

“I guess so.”

Eddie pushes himself off the child’s bed and hands his daughter the stuffed pig. He presses a kiss to her head and tucks her in as she snuggles beneath her blankets.

“Okay, ready for prayers?” Eddie asks.

“Ready.” Eliza snuggles back against her pillow, clasps her hands together in front of her, and closes her eyes.

“Now, I lay me down to sleep.”

“Now, I lay me down to sleep,” your daughter repeats, making you smile.

“Pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

“If I die before I wake.”

“Pray the Lord my soul to take.”

“Good job.” Eddie leans down and kisses her. “Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”

“Nighty night, Daddy.”

Quietly, you slip from the room, Eddie right behind you. He flips the light switch, turning off her overhead light and activating her Mulan nightlight. Gently, he closes the door behind him, and the two of you pad down the hall towards your room.

“You think Wayne will ever catch on that’s from a Metallica song and not your devotion to God?” you ask, a smirk dancing on your lips.

“Not if someone keeps her mouth shut,” Eddie says, grabbing your sides and digging his fingers into them. Giggles erupt from you as you push his hands away and stumble into your shared room.

“Hush little baby, don't say a word,” you recite the next line of the song, walking backwards towards your bed. “And never mind that noise you heard.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you as he slowly saunters forward, coming closer to you.

“It's just the beasts under your bed,” you continue. “In your closet, in your head.”

“Yeah, well,” Eddie says, smirk on his face growing, “you’re about to have a beast in your bed.”

A soft yelp shoots out of you with a bout of laughter as Eddie tackles you down on the bed. He climbs on top of you and presses kisses all over your face, just like you’d done to Eliza.

“Oof, she’s right,” you say. “Too much.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie teases. He scoffs and pretends to climb off of you.

With a roll of your eyes, your fingers grip into the front of his t-shirt and you pull him back down on top of you.

“Get back here, altar boy.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

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bluetooththereptile · 5 months

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Can I request a part 2 for His Mother (Yandere Damian Wayne x naga reader x Yandere Bruce Wayne)🙏🙏🙏

Yes! For sure you can!

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: this oneshot is continuation of this fic.

Tw: mentions of drugs

The faint scent of soaked wood was in the air, and your den's condition was stimulated so well that if it wasn't for the walls around you, you'd feel at home. Minus the sunlight of course, and a fresh breeze, the air made you feel weak and sleepy and its scent was sort of sweet on your tongue, as if it was spring already and the flower petals were in the air. Every day, all you did as time passed was either spent sleeping or taking care of the little one who unlike you was extremely energetic, cooing and babbling as she crawled around with her tiny hands, still not old enough to learn how to crawl with her tail. She could be a menace and a little angel at the same time, crawling on top of a few branches and then jumping down onto you, giggling, which was her favorite pastime that left you alert most of the time to her presence. Lately, a few teeth had grown into her mouth and she had started to nibble on things, including your tail, and feeding her with your hands had turned into a challenge. Now that you looked around, you could see her bite marks on the plants around you. That little thing had explored the whole invisible cage so many times that you'd wondered if she had learned to crawl on the walls as well...it wasn't that unlikely of her.

Speaking of the devil...

Lulu's head popped up from under the water as she splashed the water around her "Mama, mama!" She reached out for you, and you slowly reached out and took the baby in your arms, she could breathe underwater unlike you, which meant her parents were water-based Nagas. Handling her wasn't easy, but it was for a few hours before they came along. Bruce and your boy, Damian. They somehow knew how to handle both you and little LuLu, or as they called her, Lucy.

You looked down at the cooing baby in your arms, smiling softly, Lulu was pure white, her large eyes having a red hue to them, you thought the poor thing was sick for not having a color to her scales or little puffs of hair, not knowing that she was a very rare albino, oh how many nights you had spent on worrying about her health not noticing that she was chubbier than most of baby Nagas you had seen, which meant she was quiet healthy.

As you held the baby, she nuzzled into your chest, liking the fabric of your topwear. Bruce would provide you with them, and not much to your liking, he'd take it off or put it on you himself. Lulu's tail wrapped around your arm as you rocked her, watching her play with the tip of your tail, poking it with her chubby fingers. You let out a soft sigh of irritation as she reached for the tip and started playing with it, you didn't know when you found that abandoned egg you'd end up like this, you were mateless and young, without much experience, you didn't know how to handle the baby, and she didn't help you with handling her either...well, except Damian, at least he'd listen. Your mouth turned downwards, remembering that he was the reason you were now captive. Poor you, you didn't have much luck in both parenting and mating...well, as for mating, Bruce still tried to woo you, you could easily deduce that, but how did he know of Naga culture and their ways of courting, you weren't sure.

Lulu squirmed out of your arms and swam into the shallow pond, splashing around as she swam to the other side of it, you sighed again, too tired to follow her around. "Lulu...honey come back" You tried to take her attention, but she was already on her way to creating chaos once more. You relax your upper body on the warm sands close to the pond, and your lower half rests in the water, soaking in. Today none of them came along, were they unwell? The thought made you feel bad, both with the image of them being sick and your thought of caring about them made you feel bad. You couldn't deny you worried about them as well, but...Were you being tamed like a beast? Never! You wouldn't allow that!

You were too busy rubbing your temple as you let your thoughts circle in your mind like a swarm of irritating flies, to notice the door of your gilded cage opening. Damian and Jon's heads popped in, noticing that you were far away from their side of the cage they let out a sigh of relief. Knowing you, if it wasn't for the sedatives you'd be charging at them already. You looked at the two humans entering slowly, struggling with blinking to keep your eyes open, you rested your head on top of your hand, watching them walk to Lulu, who was already crawling toward them.

"Dami! Dami!" Lulu squealed with excitement as she spotted Damian, her chubby cheeks flushed with the struggle of crawling faster to her brother. Damian smiled at the little one and bent down and picked her up, her giggles filling the air. You smiled softly at the scene, looking at how Damian's one snake-like eye's iris widened at the sight of his sister, a sign that he loved her.

You hummed his name under your breath, remembering the time you had to put your special balm on his wounds, made out of your blood and a few different herbs, unknowingly giving him some sort of mutation, making him gain some snake-like features. How precious he was when he held onto you tightly, seeking comfort, fever haunting his body because of the infection in his blood. You wanted to be mad at him for bringing that man, Bruce, to take you away from your swamp, but you couldn't, he was your boy.

When Damian turned around to take Lulu away you felt a little surge of panic rush into your reptilian heart, where was he taking Lulu? "W-wait-!" You were too slow and the boy and his friend had left with the little one, leaving you there, filling your heart with worry. You moved into the pond, getting closer to the door of the cage, you knew you couldn't move past the invisible walls of it, naturally you didn't know of glasses, thinking of them as invisible walls, you didn't know how to move past them, but you still tried. You moved your hand and slammed it on the door of your confinement with the remnants of your energy in a struggle to make it open, you knew it would be in vain, but you still did so, but much to your surprise, the invisible door opened, letting clean air come into your cage, you could see a different light coming from there...oh?...oh...OH!

....

"Just be quick, I need to put Lucy back with Mom..." Damian told Jon as he put Lulu in the little tub to keep her from crawling around. The baby Naga was a little distraught by the unfamiliar nature of her surroundings, her small fist tightly holding onto Damian's finger. Jon moved closer, with a few little dresses that his mother had tailored for little Lucy. "My mom said they are water resistant," Jon said with his proud smile and helped put the dress on top of Lulu's body, she giggled as her head popped out of the neckline of the little pink dress, finding it amusing that Damian tried to pull her little arms into the holes of the sleeveless dress, to her everything seemed like a game.

"If you want to take pictures, I have a camera you know" Dick appeared behind the two young boys startling them slightly. Jon nodded enthusiastically, while Damian huffed "Let me at least tidy up her hair". He said as he ran his fingers into her white messy locks. "Say cheese!" Dick spoke as he used a rattle to gain Lulu's attention as he held the camera, chuckling slightly as Lulu looked up at him with a large smile, her few teeth shining. The picture of the Naga in her cute dress was taken with a bright flash from the camera. The bright light made a huge shadow behind them appear on the wall the three humans tensed up visibly, turning around slowly, their eyes widening in shock.

....

"E-easy, Y/N..." Bruce groaned out as your tail made another circle around his legs, tightening around them not so gently. You were on top of him, your hands holding him as you glared down at him with your snake eyes. You had crawled out of your cage and since you weren't inhaling sedatives, you were gaining back your strength, so you had startled Bruce on his seat in the bat cave.

You looked down at the man you had pinned to his seat, unconsciously moving your hand to trace the different parts of his face, you were too focused on his blue eyes that you didn't notice his hand move to push a button, it'd give you an electric shock to stop you from doing something reckless, but his hand paused as he watched you lay slowly on top of him, trying to get some warmth from his body. "Mate..." the word came out of your mouth in a whisper, you had realized that struggling was futile, Bruce was the alpha predator of your chain of family, and you should submit to feel happier, he knew how to handle Lulu and Damian and seemed to like you, even now that Lulu was away from you she seemed happy enough, so why resist?

"Mine..." you added, making Bruce smile nervously, something that he had thought would happen with force, now had happened easily. His hand moved away from the button to caress your hair, chuckling slightly as he heard Lulu's voice as Damian approached them with her in his arms "Mama! Mama!" Her voice echoed in the cave, promising a new future in a much different world for you with your new family.

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere damian wayne #yandere bruce wayne #yandere robin #yandere x reader #naga reader #dc comics

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silkval · 6 months

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♟】 the mahogany series- part Ⅱ

thinkin about how your pretty little genshin boys act under your desk...

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

♢》 whether they were quickly hurried under your desk to hide them from the person who was knocking at your door, oh-so-rudely interrupting the two of you, or the pretty thing crawled under in desperate want of your attention...

scaramouche, would be the damn definition of a brat at best, an absolute menace at worst- but what could you expect, from your fellow harbingers, so snippy and crude yet always trailing around you like a leech.

and just as per usual, the pouting boy had been lounging around your lavish office, decorated in deep crimsons and gilded silks to reflect your powerful position as the 5th harbinger- how your little... 'dynamic' started with scara in the first place, and why he was here now- that bored, whiny tone of his droning on over your shoulder from his position standing behind you. as you had both grown accustomed to, he had his arms crossed and resting atop the back of the chair, near leaning over you, as he grumbled on about how much he disliked the other harbingers- only to be interrupted by a knock at your door, huffing as he rolled his eyes with a small groan- yet nonetheless complying, and crawling under your desk.

squirming and grumbling as you ushered him under your desk, shooting you a sharp glare as he stumbled to his knees, nearly hitting his head, yet lucking saved as he shot out a hand just in time-

-only for his lissome fingers to land directly on your clothed cock.

quickly retracting his hand as he felt you lurch with a husky groan- only just muffled, yet causing a violent fluster to overtake his porcelain features as his only response was to cross his arms tightly over his chest with his head slightly bowed, knees curled up as he sent a halfhearted kick to your leg- a poor deflect to his growing embarrassment. oh, and he swears he tried to stop his hand twitching, desperately attempting to ignore the flood of vulgar thoughts invading his pretty little head- oh, this was all your fault, he thought. he was the balladeer- the 6th of the fatui harbingers, for archons sake-!

...yet here he was; mind swimming with the feeling of his hand on his superiors dick, how big it'd look compared to his tiny hands- my god.

wonderful. Now you were both stuck in a rather... interesting predicament, all because of the harbingers little mess up.

yet nonetheless, being the responsible person you were... you kept your cool, continuing the meeting with the unsuspecting visitor- as if nothing happened.

scaramouche, on the other hand, was sweating up a storm. the poor boy tried oh-so-hard to divert his gaze from the slight tent in your pants- not understanding why he was so embarrassed about such, but it felt... intimate. personal.

despite all his attempts to keep up his tough façade, a pretty pink flush dusted his features as they twisted into a grumpy, embarrassed pout- failing absolutely miserably. archons, he was one of the most powerful people in teyvat-! he shouldn't be acting like this, all red-faced like a blushing teenage girl, pinked lips wobbling at the unfamiliar feeling of something in his lower belly. yet all he could do was shift uncomfortably and scrunch up his nose as he stretched out his legs, crossing them as quickly as possible in a poor attempt to ignore the incessant throb between his pretty thighs. your voice and the visitors were long ago drowned out as he inwardly cursed furiously at the predicament. yet, he stayed quiet- whether it was out of pure embarrassment and the flurry of emotions he felt, or that deep down need to please you, he did not know.

'fucking hell...' he mumbled, that same embarrassed snarl nearly permanent on his lips as he refused to meet your gaze, a new ripple of heat rushing over his smaller frame as he tried not to give you the satisfaction of seeing him in such a state. just quietly staring up at you dumbly, with that near permanent grumpy pout as you leaned back into the dark leather of your chair- the visitor long gone as an amused smirk curled at your lips, staring down at the pretty thing curled at your feet with a low snicker. "aww, is my tough little harbinger a little overwhelmed, huh?" you drawled, raising a brow with a sly, pointed look. before leaning down, and scooping the smaller man right into your arms- placing him neatly onto your lap.

and archons, scaramouche thought he'd explode any moment by now. your larger, virile hands firmly on his waist, his ass pressing against your not-so-secret bulge-

...he was red. violently so.

"hey-! put me down, you asshole-"

he scrambled, shifting and squirming in your lap- but to absolutely no use as he found himself gazing directly at you, your fingers grazing his jaw as you tilted his head up to face you- your touch only scant, but oh, scaramouche could feel everything. and as much as he tried to deny it, a pretty little whine escaped his reddened lips, already glossy with a line of drool.

' tsk, no need to be ashamed, puppet- I'll teach you how to enjoy yourself, yeah?'

#genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #sub genshin #scaramouche genshin impact #scara genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #dom reader #sub character #【writings

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Jungkook

𝐎𝐟𝐟-𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 | Dogworthy

"Oh you'd be surprised by what this tiny package has to offer."

Tags/Warnings: Police Officer!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Partners to lovers?, Alternate law-system/made up laws, crime, futuristic, sci-fi, body-modifications?, Fluff, romance, Adult themes (sex, alcohol, mentions of drugs but no consumption), Comedy?, Angst, gender prejudice but it's resolved, past injury, MC tackles a guy?, wholesome police action, Seokjin being a menace

Length: 4k words

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Jungkook and you have been partnered for almost four years now.

When he was training, he always wondered what his future hybrid partner would be like. Would they be older than him? Younger? He's seen a lot of officers with their hybrids- he will probably get a male partner, as it's the norm most of the time, female hybrids too fearful and nurturing most of the time. What he didn't think would happen was to be partnered with you- because, if he just had to look at you, he'd never think you'd work in the police force in the way that you do.

Basic tracking? Maybe. But actual criminal pursuits and field work? No way.

It's not until you both started training that he saw beyond your mere physical appearance. From seeing you in action in defense and attacks, to learning how to command you properly- and now, living with you, since he has to be ready as quickly as he can if a job comes in. You could loose valuable time if you had to go back to the station and get your partner and then respond to the call, after all. So Jungkook and you live in the same apartment- with you having your own room, while he takes care of you as a part of his main job.

Your diet, exercise, healthcare- all of that is a part of his job as a hybrid canine handler.

And it's a good job- it offers him a way to feel needed and valued, gives him a purpose even when he's off-duty. Although he has to admit, that sometimes, he does feel a little bad- because vacations he takes are off-limits for you, due to insurance reasons. Jungkook would have to file in for actual ownership over you, and that's out of the question after merely a four year span. You have to be with him for at least five.

And he knows handlers who haven't filed in for ownership after more than ten years even.

Turning off the stove as he prepares your breakfast, he hears the familiar sound of your room opening, before your naked feet tap into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. You typically wake up as soon as he does- you've told him that it's a simple instinct thing, that you've begun to adjust to his rhythm at this point in time, and it makes everything a whole lot easier. Because you can be a little grumpy whenever you have to get up early- so whenever you wake up yourself, it take a big weight off his shoulders.

When you walk in later, your food is already cooled off enough for you to sleepily dive in- a sight Jungkook has gotten used to by now, as he sips on his own coffee, watching you. "We're on call for today." He tells you, though he will probably have to tell you again later when you're actually awake. "Means you don't have to rush." he offers, and you nod, humming a reply as you eat your breakfast, tail floppy and hanging down, no tension in your body yet.

If anyone saw you right now, they'd never guess what your job is- or what you've been through already.

Like the first time you bit him, faint scar still decorating the back of his hand- which was entirely deserved, now that he looks back at it.

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Jungkook feels a bit.. odd, looking at his coworkers play around with their hybrid partners.

All of them are male,, roughhousing playfully, no need to hold back as they throw toys back and forth, chasing birds and just.. having fun. Meanwhile you're busy napping in a sunny spot, unbothered by the loud sounds of everyone enjoying the sunny weather.

"Having a hybrid can be exhausting, huh?" A friend of his and fellow handler, Seokjin says as he sits down next to the younger police officer who just shrugs. "Is she adapting well?" He wonders, and again, Jungkook shrugs, watching everyone playfight with a sense of longing. You've finished your basic training with Jungkook a few weeks ago- so it's not even been half a year yet that you both have worked together.

"Maybe." He just answers.

"You don't sound too enthusiastic about that." Jin jokes. "What's wrong?" He worries, always a bit protective over his younger friend.

"I don't know. I think because- you know, she's female, I feel like I can't really warm up to her." He admits. "It's weird."

"Did you even try and connect with her?" Seokjin offers. "She's pretty sweet if you ask me. I trained with her a bit when she joined here."

"Then change with me?" He asks. "I take Yoongi, and you take her." He offers, making Seokjin sigh- before he shakes his head, patting the younger one's back.

"Oh boy, you need to learn a thing or two first." He laughs a little, before he leaves him alone. And for a good moment Jungkook doesn't understand- until he looks over to where you're sitting, glaring, but not in an angry way.

You're clearly hurt.

Later that day, when he opens the car door to let you out, he wants to offer you a pat on the head like he always does after a finished day at work-

but this time, you bite, teeth leaving a clear imprint in his palm, causing him to retract it in shock. "I'm sleeping in the car." You huff, arms crossed before you move to crawl into the furthest corner of the car, refusing to come out.

"You can't sleep in the car-"

"I can, and I will!" You bark back, as he signs, runs a hand over his face, and closes the door to walk around to the other side- but the moment he opens the door there, you've crawled into the opposite corner, and it's not a game you're playing, very obviously. "Leave me!" You growl. "I'll tell them you don't wanna be my partner tomorrow so you can get a new hybrid." You huff annoyed.

"I didn't mean it like that-" he wants to defend himself, but in all honesty, he did mean it like that. He doesn't know what to do- he feels this odd sense of awkwardness with you, and he blames it on your gender by default, not really looking past that for any other cause.

It was the easiest thing to do- and back then, Jungkook used to be lazy like that.

He slams the door shut in frustration, and even walks inside his apartment to get ready for bed. So be it! If you want to go be petty in the car, you can be his guest!

But the minute it starts raining, he feels horrible.

He shouldn't be so mean to you just because you might not be what he was expecting to get. You can't do anything about that- it's not your fault you've been paired up with him.

So he opens the car door and sits inside the back with you- rain pattering on the roof of the car, as he awkwardly plays with his hands. "I wanna sleep." You tell him. He nods. It's late.

"The come inside." He sighs, looking at you. "I'm sorry I said what I said. I.. that was uncalled for, and you have every reason to be upset." He agrees. "But.. please be upset inside. Where I know you're safe and warm and all that." He awkwardly requests.

"I'll still let them know you don't wanna be my partner." You mumble, wanting to get out- but he reaches out to you instead before you can open your door, not caring about being bitten again.

"Dont." He requests. "I want to make this work. I just.. don't know how." He explains himself. "I'm worried I might be too rough with you or I might upset you more than once or twice." He tells you. "I'm worried."

"...you were still mean." You huff. "Just because I'm a female dog hybrid doesn't mean I don't want to play tug.. Just because I'm a female doesn't mean I can't play-wrestle with you like the others sometimes do in the yard. You could've just asked." You express, and he nods, realizing that now as well.

"Will you let me be your partner still?" He asks, and you nod after a moment.

"We can try."

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He's putting down his empty cup of coffee now, before me walks into the bathroom to fetch a hairbrush and hairtie.

As he starts to run the bristles through your hair, your tail wags sleepily- you enjoy things like these a lot, no matter in what context. Jungkook has grown on you over the years, and he'd even go as far as to already say that he'll take you with him into retirement- you just fit so well together at this point.

As he gathers your hair in his tattooed hand, he's gentle with it- knows that it gives you a headache if he pulls the hairtie too hard against your skull, and he doesn't want that to happen. It took trial and error to figure out things like this, and as he makes sure that the ponytail stays low on your head, he can't help but remember the moment he first got a taste of the dangers of his and most of all your job.

It was terrifying.

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It's your third major job.

Your first two went down effortlessly- you got this, after an entire year of working together. You're a good team, and he prides himself in knowing that he, in his opinion, has the best hybrid in the entire policeforce right now.

So he doesn't think when he opens the metal enforced car door of the back where you're sitting, pacing, waiting for something to do- eyes wide open and tail wagging, ready to receive instructions as he looks at you.

He steps aside, points to two people running.

"Get 'em!" He calls out, and it's your signal to do what you do best, boot pressing against the edge of the car as you practically fly out.

It's always surprising so everyone who sees you working for the first time just how fast and most of all efficient you chase after suspects or criminals. You make up for your lack in height by instead using shortcuts and taking on obstacles, and with your heightened senses, no one can escape you for long.

Jungkook runs after you, a little slower, gun drawn as he calls out numerous times for them to stop running- but they don't.

They never do.

And all goes well- one of the suspects tripping so another officer can cuff him down, when Jungkook hears a sound he never wanted to hear in his life.

Your voice, crying out, yelp echoing in the alleyway out of his sight.

Adrenaline is pumping in his veins as he rounds the corner and aims his gun at the man still holding the metal pipe. "Put the pipe down!" Jungkook calls out, voice angry and dripping as much authority as he can put in it. "Put it down!" He commands again, and at this point in time, the man understands that there is nowhere to run with multiple officers arriving behind Jungkook as well.

And when he tries to run you're there, doing your job despite clearly being hurt- tacking him down, so that responding officers can cuff him and take him to a car where his friend is already sitting inside.

Jungkook will never forget the sight of you there.

Scratches on your cheekbone, and later on at home, purple bruises where the metal pipe had connected with your leg- bruising it badly, but not enough to break.

You got away easy.

What he'll never forget is the blame he placed on himself though, because it was your little ponytail high on your head that he made rather sloppily that morning which gave the man a good piece to tug on- forcing you down so he'd been able to get you off of him and into a vulnerable position.

Ever since then, Jungkook either puts your hair in a low bun, or a low ponytail tucked once into your hairtie to keep it out of the way.

Because he never wants to feel that guilt again.

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You're slowly waking up as he finishes up your hair, patting your head a little before he walks past you to bring your brush back into the bathroom.

Jungkook is an odd person to you.

He used to by almost childish- and not in the funny way. He'd also been extremely competitive to the point where it didn't feel at all as if you were partners- but as if he had to find reason after reason as to why you didn't need a hybrid for this or for that.

Tracking? Nowadays, most people have trackable body-mods like he himself has, so why need a hybrid? And wouldn't it be easier to just use a regular dog?

Intimidation was useless according to Jungkook, because no one would ever be intimidated by a hybrid like you. A male dog hybrid, maybe- but not you. That one, you remember, hurt a lot- because it tugged on every little insecurity you had.

Chasing could just be done by the cops themselves- Jungkook even trained to be able to outrun you, just to prove a point. Funnily enough, when it comes to actual field work however, he missed the key difference- because it's not just speed. It's about calculating where a suspect might go, and how you can be there faster to catch up.

Clearing rooms was done in the past by officers anyways- so why use a hybrid now? One could just use a scanner outside to search for any signs of live in a building.

It was weird to you. If he hated hybrid work so much, then why sign up for it? Why train for it?

And then it hit you. He didn't hate hybrid work. He just didn't want you.

You're not sure when that changed- maybe he just accepted the fact that you're his partner now, or maybe he simply grew up. But these days, things are easy. Trust is easy.

And that's one of the most important parts of your job.

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You're on a regular patrol, walking around just so you can get some stretches into your legs from being in the car for so long, when Jungkook spots a woman, child in her arm, running through a field. It's clear that she's searching for something, and it must be important.

"Hey!" Jungkook calls out, walking closer with you walking behind. You're intimidating to some people due to people being aware that police hybrids are trained to be highly responsive to things like noise and faint signs of aggression- so you keep your distance, especially from children. "Everything alright?" Jungkook wonders, walking almost lazily to ensure the woman doesn't feel threatened.

"Ah- yes, I just lost my keys." She sighs, carefully rocking her child. "I don't know where- we were just playing around and they must've fallen out of my dress pocket when I didn't notice." She expresses in frustration, making Jungkook nod.

"Well, how about we help?" He offers, looking over his shoulder at you, who's tail instantly starts to wag at the prospect of a job. "Can she get closer so she can pick up the scent?" He asks, and the woman nods, holding out her hand for you to smell, her wrist providing optimal scent for you.

And then, Jungkook nods, and tells you to search.

Jungkook watches as you roam around, uncaring of the taller patches of grass or bugs you scare up into flying away in the field. "She's walking exactly where I walked.." The woman says, and even the toddler in her arm is now quiet, watching with big brown eyes as you search around, causing Jungkook to chuckle.

"Hybrids are really good at tracking." He explains. "They can somewhat see scents they concentrate on- it's pretty interesting." He shrugs, when you suddenly call his name, making him look at you. "Bring it here!" He calls to you, and you nod with excitement, running towards him to drop the keychain into his hand, the woman sighing in relief.

"That's my keys! Oh god, I would've been here hours!" She says happily, though her toddler tries reaching out for you now, clearly interested in your big ears in top of your head. "No no no, she might not like that honey." She scolds gently, but Jungkook smiles.

"If you're nice and don't tug, it's okay." He explains, as the mother let's her toddler down onto her feet, as you sit down into the grass, letting the child closer, her tiny hands feeling your ears.

"Ah this is so adorable.. is it okay if I take a picture of them together?" The mother asks, and he nods, happy that he's getting these moments.

Jungkook and you are set to soon move from active duty to community police- something Jungkook signed you both up for when the most recent team resigned after seven years. A new, fresh set of officers was needed- and considering that you've never had any mishaps in your entire time of service, the department though that you two and two other teams would be perfect to raise the people's trust in the police again, just like the teams before you already started to do.

So moments like these, captured and shared, are important. Because it's word of mouth, it's people telling people that there's nothing to be afraid of.

Making your way back home, Jungkook stops at a fast food place- walks in with you, causing a lot of people to stare, since it's not something many officers tend to do due to the uniforms you both wear being not really subtle.

But the tenseness of the room quickly melts away as you jump excitedly next to Jungkook when he orders you your favorite food- and a small cup of icecream to go along with it. Your tail wags wildly, and Jungkook can't help but laugh as you carefully walk up to the counter to get your icecream first before anything else-

a thank you falling from your mouth, as you begin to dive into your treat.

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Jungkook laughs when you lay your head over Taehyung's lap- the young man having just finished his training, now set to start his additional training time to receive a hybrid of his own.

He's scratching your ears, playing around, clearly unaware of the fact that you're not a pet at all. "She's so cute!" He laughs when you slip a little, Jungkook helping you dust off your vest for you.

"Oh she's even cuter when she tackles murder suspects!" Jimin laughs as he walks in, giving you a small bottle of water, Taehyung tensing up. "And she's got a great grip once she gets her teeth on you. Jungkook would know." He chuckles. "Do you still have that scar?" He wonders, and Jungkook chuckles, nodding before he pushes up one of his sleeves-

clear bitemark faint but still visible, Tattoos having lost the ink in those spots, especially the two most prominent points from your canine teeth.

"Wait- how'd that happen?" Taehyung asks, watching how Jungkook pets your head, having noticed you shrinking in on yourself as you remember the day.

"It was my fault." Jungkook shrugs. "I forgot my training, and this was a consequence." He offers, pulling you to sit on his lap now, everyone on break sitting on the concrete part of the large yards where hybrids train and play.

"How come?" Taehyung asks, as you lean your back into Jungkook's front, looking around.

"It was right after a job." Jungkook says. "She was still high on adrenaline because she had to both chase someone and hold them down while they were armed and shooting." He remembers the day. "When I brought her back into the car, I reached out to pat her head, just like I always do- but because she was still in her work-mindset, she bit out of instinct." He shrugs.

"Oh." Taehyung nods, understanding. "I guess.. she can be underestimated?" He wonders, and Jimin laughs.

"Oh definitely!" He says, pushing Jungkook's shoulder a little, causing you to growl out of instinct. "Sorry munchkin. But, you should've seen them train! Jungkookies face every time she'd tackle down the instructor was hilarious to watch!"

"Wait, instructor Welsh?" Taehyung asks, making everyone nod in amusement. "But that guy is a beast.!" He wonders, looking at you with wide eyes-

though you just nod proudly and wag your tail.

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"Seokjin, I'm about to commit a first-degree murder right now, I swear." Jungkook groans, head on the table while the squeaking echoes through the breakroom, Jin however laughing loudly, windshield wiper laugh almost as high pitched as the new toy he brought for you.

"Oh come on- you can't tell me that isn't cute!" He argues, watching how you put the toy back on the table, pushing his shoulder to get him to throw it again-

and he groans again as if in pain, throwing it anyways, because Seokjin is fucking right.

You are too cute.

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When the stars align - Urogi x Reader

Warnings: some angst Synopsis: while searching the forest for your missing father, you come across a demonic entity Requested by: @crystalwolfblog - I hope you'll enjoy it 💛

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Urogi hovered above the forest, his wings spread wide as he scanned the area for any potential prey. As an Upper Rank Four demon, he was used to the thrill of the hunt, but something about this particular night had him feeling restless. He had been sent on a mission to search for any humans who might be wandering too close to demon territory. As he flew, his keen senses picked up on a faint scent, and he followed it to the source. Suddenly, his sharp senses picked up on a presence nearby. Urogi swooped down, his powerful muscles propelling him towards his target. And there you were - a human girl, wandering alone in the woods. He saw you from a distance - you were young, with a small lamp in your shaking hand, your face twisted in confusion and fear. Urogi could see that you were lost and alone. He swooped down silently, landing a few feet away from you.

Urogi's eyes locked onto you, taking in every detail of your delicate form: your hair was a Y/H/C, cascading in waves down your back, you wore a simple dress and a dark haori on top of it.

After looking arund, you screamed when you saw him, and Urogi could see the fear in your eyes. He thought about devouring you right there, but as he drew closer, he noticed the way you trembled and shook in his presence. He realized that he was feeling something else entirely - a desire to keep you as his own.

He moved closer to you, and you stumbled back, tripping over a tree root and falling to the ground. Urogi stepped forward, looming over you, his wings unfurled to their full length. You cowered before him, but he could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of your fear.

"Why are you out here, little one?" Urogi asked in a deep, rumbling voice.

"I… I was looking for my father," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Urogi chuckled, the sound sending shivers down the your spine. "Well, you won't find him out here. This is demon territory. He's most likely long gone already."

You whimpered, and Urogi felt a rush of pleasure at your fear. He reached out and took you by the arm, pulling you to your feet.

"Let me go!" you cried, struggling against him. "Please, I don't want to die!"

Urogi chuckled, his voice low and menacing. "I'm not going to kill you, little one," he uttered. "But you do belong to me now."

You didn't resist as Urogi pulled you into his arms; you were so small and fragile against him, and he felt a strange protectiveness rising within him. Your eyes widened in fear, but Urogi could sense your curiosity as well. "You… You're a demon… Is this even possible?"

Urogi's face wore a grin. "Very astute of you, my dear," he cooed.

As he took off into the sky, you clung to him, your small frame pressed tightly against his muscular chest. Urogi was acutely aware of the rapid pounding of your heart, like a tiny, wild creature desperately trying to escape its cage, and he wondered if you could feel the heat of his own heart pounding in his chest. As you soared through the night sky, Urogi held you tightly, his golden eyes glittering with amusement.

You flew for what felt like hours, you growing quieter and more still in his arms. Finally, Urogi landed in a clearing deep in the forest. He set you down gently and watched as you looked around in wonder.

"Why did you bring me here?" you asked, rubbing your arms, your voice soft and timid.

"I want to keep you," he said simply, his vice a little raspy. "You'll be mine from now on."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide with fear and confusion. "You… You can't just keep me like that…"

Urogi's deep voice rumbled as he spoke, "I can keep you because I am a demon. My kind has no boundaries, no rules - we take what we want, and we keep it for as long as we desire." His golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as he looked down at you, his powerful arms wrapped around your trembling form. "You belong to me now, and I will never let you go."

You trembled in Urogi's grasp, your voice shaking as you begged him to let you go. "Please, I can't stay with you," you pleaded. "I have a little sibling to take care of, and I went into the forest to look for my father. He didn't return from the hunt, and I had to find him."

Urogi's grip tightened, his expression hardening as he heard your words. "Your father is likely dead," he growled, being blunt with his statement. "You should forget about him and stay with me. I will take care of you, you will never have to worry about anything again."

But you refused to give up. "I can't abandon my family," you insisted, your voice becoming firmer. "Please, let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about you. I'll keep your secret safe." You looked up at the demon with a glimmer of hope in your eyes, asking him if he would let you go. But his response was a firm no, leaving you crestfallen.

"My desires are not subject to the whims of mortals," he declared, letting go of your waist and turning around. "You will stay with me, and you will learn to love it. Resistance is futile."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, realizing that there was no arguing with him. For better or for worse, you were now at the mercy of this powerful demon, and there was nothing you could do to change that. You slowly sank to your knees, feeling the weight of your situation crushing down on you. Tears welled up in your eyes, and before you knew it, you were sobbing uncontrollably.

Urogi watched you with an impassive expression, seemingly unmoved by your tears. But as your sobs grew louder, he let out a sigh and crouched down beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Crying is just for weak mortals," he exclaimed, his tone cold and unfeeling. "And you, my dear, are too pretty to be crying like a baby."

His words did little to console you, and you continued to cry into your hands. But as the minutes ticked by, your sobs slowly began to subside.

"How can you say that?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion. "I have a right to feel upset. You've taken me away from everything I know and love, and you're refusing to let me go."

As Urogi watched you, he couldn't help but notice the way your body trembled with fear and sadness. Your chin quivered as you tried to hold back your tears, and your scent had shifted from sweet to sour due to the extreme stress you were under. For the first time since he had captured you, Urogi felt a pang of guilt. He had never considered the impact his actions would have on you, seeing you so vulnerable and frightened made him realize the gravity of what he had done. He stood up, stepping away from you for a moment, deep in thought. He had never felt empathy towards humans before, let alone guilt, but something about you was different. Maybe it was the way you refused to give up, or the way you stood up to him despite his cruel words. Either way, he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Urogi paced back and forth, his thoughts whirling. He had always believed that humans were weak and inferior, but looking at you now, he was beginning to see things differently. Finally, he stopped pacing and turned to you, his expression softening a little. "I'm sorry."

You looked up at him, surprise and disbelief written on your face. You never expected a demon to show any kind of remorse, let alone apologize. But as you studied his expression, you could see a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes. As you stood up and dusted off your dress, you looked at him with a mix of surprise and suspicion. "Why are you apologizing to me? You're a demon…"

"I can't explain it," he declared, his tone sincere. "You have a fire in your soul, a determination to keep going no matter what. I admire that." After saying these words, the demon simply left.

A heavy silence descended upon the forest. You could hear the rustling of leaves, the chirping of crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl. The air was cool and crisp, and you shivered slightly, pulling your haori tighter around your shoulders.

Urogi made his way through the forest, his mind consumed with thoughts of the encounter he had just had with you. Eventually, he came to a small stream that flowed through the forest. He sat down at the edge, his thoughts still racing through his mind. He stared into the water, watching as it flowed past him, lost in his own thoughts. Urogi's feelings of guilt and remorse were a new experience for him. As a demon, he had always been taught that emotions were a weakness and that he should embrace his demonic nature to the fullest. However, his encounter with you had stirred something within him, something he had never felt before. He was so lost in his own world that he didn't even notice that you had followed him to the stream.

As you watched him from a distance, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and intrigue towards the demon. Despite everything that had happened, there was something fascinating about him.

As you approached him, Urogi finally looked up and noticed your presence. At first, he was surprised to see you, but then he quickly regained his composure. "You followed me," he commented, his voice calm and measured.

You nodded silently, not sure what to say.

"Why did you follow me?"

"I don't know," you admitted. "I guess I was curious. And you left me alone in the middle of the forest."

The demon gestured for you to come closer and sit beside him.

For a while, the two of you sat there in silence, watching the stream flow past.

You could feel demon's eyes on you, studying you carefully. It was a strange feeling, but you couldn't deny that there was something comforting about his presence. "How long were you a demon?" You broke the silence with a question.

Urogi hesitated for a moment before answering your question. He had always been a demon for as long as he could remember, and the concept of time was different for him than it was for mortals like you. "Long enough to have seen countless mortals come and go, to have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, and to have experienced things that would be beyond your imagination." He looked at you with his piercing golden eyes, as if he were trying to convey the weight of his experience through his gaze alone. "But despite all that, I have never encountered someone like you before. You are different from all the mortals I have encountered, and I cannot explain why."

"It must have been difficult for you. Living as a demon, you must have felt isolated and alone at times."

Urogi turned to you with a hint of disbelief in his eyes as he heard your words. He scoffed, a low rumble emanating from his chest, as he shook his head. "You do not understand, woman," he grunted, his voice heavy with frustration. "I am a demon. My nature is to feed on the flesh of humans! Compassion and empathy have no place in my world, and I don't feel alone. I like it the way it is, woman!"

"But you didn't devour me yet," you whispered softly, trying to catch his attention. You could have easily done it when you caught me, but you didn't. And you even apologized for it. That must mean something, right?"

Urogi turned around to face you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered your words. He leant towards you, his wings slightly unfurled as he grabbed your shoulder, yanking you closer to him. "That is none of your concern!"

Without thinking, you lifted your hand and pressed it gently against his cheek. Despite his fearsome appearance, his skin was surprisingly smooth and soft to the touch, almost like silk. You could feel the coolness of his skin against your warm fingertips, sending a shiver down your spine. You had expected his skin to be rough or even scaly, given his demonic nature, but instead it was almost delicate. You wondered how it could be so soft and yet so cold at the same time, and you couldn't help but be fascinated by the sensation.

Urogi blinked in surprise at your touch, and you felt a thrill of excitement run through you. For a moment, you forgot about your fear and your uncertainty, lost in the sensation of touching a demon.

But then Urogi's hand shot out and caught yours, his grip tight and unyielding. "Do not touch me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You do not know what you are dealing with."

For a long moment, the two of you stared at each other, locked in a tense and dangerous embrace.

You could feel the weight of demon's presence bearing down on you. "I'm not afraid of you. You had plenty of time to attack and kill me, but you didn't. I just know that you won't hurt me."

Urogi's expression hardened for a moment, but then softened again as he looked away from you. "You shouldn't be so sure, woman."

"My name is Y/N."

"I don't care about your name!"

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

"I go by Urogi," the demon replied finally.

You repeated Urogi's name out loud, savouring the sound of it on your lips. "Urogi," you whispered, looking up at him with a small smile. "I like the way it sounds. It's unique."

Urogi looked at you for a moment before averting his gaze, seemingly uncomfortable with the attention. "That's not important."

You hesitated before finally mustering up the courage to ask him something that had been on your mind for a while. "Urogi, can I ask you something?"

Urogi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it, Y/N?"

You took a deep breath before speaking again. "Can I… touch your wings?" you asked, feeling a bit embarrassed at the request.

After long moment of thinking, he gave you a brief nod. "I guess you can."

You shifted closer to Urogi, and gently ran your fingers over the feathers of his wings. They were surprisingly soft to the touch, and you couldn't help but marvel at their size and beauty.

Urogi watched you with a hint of amusement in his eyes, his lips parted slightly at the pleasurable feeling spreading all over his form.

"They're beautiful," you whispered quietly, slowly raising your gaze to meet his golden eyes. "You are beautiful…"

Urogi blinked again, taken aback by your sudden statement. He couldn't believe that you weren't afraid of him, despite knowing that he was a powerful demon. It was rare for him to encounter a human who would willingly touch him, let alone compliment his appearance. He slowly lay down on the grass, looking up at the stars in the dark night sky.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of peace as you lay next to Urogi, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. The soft sound of the stream nearby and the rustling of the leaves in the wind created a soothing atmosphere. You turned your head to look at Urogi, who seemed lost in thought as he stared up at the sky.

You and Urogi were watching the stars aligning, marveling at the beauty of the night sky. The twinkling stars formed patterns and constellations that seemed to hold secrets and stories of their own. The soft breeze brushed against your skin, carrying with it a sweet fragrance of night. The stars glimmered brightly in the dark night sky, painting the heavens with their twinkling light. The moon was also visible, casting a pale glow over the forest and illuminating Urogi's face.

You wondered what was going through his mind, what kind of thoughts and memories demons had. Did they have families and loved ones like humans did? Or were they solitary creatures that only cared about satisfying their own desires? You didn't want to break the silence, afraid that it would ruin the peaceful moment. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill your lungs. You could feel Urogi's warmth radiating next to you, and it was comforting. You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak. "Maybe we can be friends?"

Urogi turned his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be considering your words carefully before he spoke. "Why would you want to be friends with a demon like me?" his tone cautious.

"I don't believe that being a demon automatically makes you a bad soul. I think there's more to you than just your intimidating appearance or your powers."

Urogi didn't respond for a few moments, and you began to worry that you had overstepped your boundaries. But then he let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes again. "Alright, Y/N. We can give it a try."

As you shared the story of your father's disappearance and your family's situation, Urogi listened intently, his expression softening slightly. You could sense that he was trying to understand your perspective, despite being a demon. You explained to him about your responsibilities as an older sibling and the various activities that you and your family do as humans. You talked about how you help your mother with chores and look after your younger siblings. You also shared your love for music and the joy it brings to your life.

Urogi listened attentively, but with a hint of skepticism in his expression. When you mentioned taking care of your younger siblings and helping around the house, Urogi scoffed. To him, these seemed like weak and mundane tasks. He noticed something peculiar: your eyes sparkled with passion and determination, and your heart poured out with every word you spoke. Despite the mundaneness of your everyday life, you carried yourself with an unwavering sense of purpose and duty. Deep down, Urogi knew that he would do anything to protect you from harm. It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain, but he couldn't deny it either. He found himself wanting to be near you, to keep you safe, and to learn more about the human world that you came from.

After noticing you shiver from the coldness of the night, Urogi sat up and gestured for you to get closer to him.

You happily obliged, getting closer until you were nestled up against his side.

Urogi's wings enveloped you, shielding you from the chill, and you felt a warm tingle spread throughout your body as his body heat seeped into yours.

You couldn't believe how comfortable you felt, snuggled up against a demon who had only moments ago kidnapped you. But as you sat there, listening to the sound of his steady breaths and feeling the warmth of his embrace, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of safety and security that you had never experienced before. As his wings wrapped tightly around you, you could feel the soft feathers brushing against your skin, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. It was a strange comfort, being held by a demon, but you found yourself trusting him more and more as the night went on.

You began to rub the insides of his wings gently, feeling the texture of the feathers under your fingertips. Urogi let out a soft purring noise, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. It was a strange sight, a demon with wings being comforted by a human, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

As the sky started to brighten, you realized that the dawn was approaching. "You know, Urogi, even though you're a demon, your embrace and comfort make me feel happy… I'm grateful that you didn't leave me alone in the woods."

Urogi reluctantly unwrapped his wings from around you, signaling that it was time for you to part ways.

You stood up and brushed the dirt off your clothes, turning to face the demon.

Urogi rose to his feet, his wings rustling as he shook off the dirt that clung to them. "I shall take you back to your abode," he announced, his deep voice rumbling through the air. As he gathered you into his arms, you felt the powerful beat of his wings lift you both off the ground, soaring into the sky.

Curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but inquire how Urogi would navigate his way to your home since you had neglected to provide directions.

"Fear not," he reassured you, a wry smile playing across his lips. "I shall simply follow your unique scent trail. You smell so sweet. It's hard to miss. I can follow it from a mile away."

At his words, a warmth crept into your cheeks, the implication of his words not lost on you. The way he described your scent as sweet and alluring made your heart skip a beat. You tried to compose yourself, but it was difficult with his arms wrapped around you and his wings fluttering against your skin.

As you and Urogi soared through the crisp, cool air, the landscape below transformed before your eyes. The vibrant green of the forest below was now visible, and you could make out the distant shape of a small wooden hut nestled on the edge of the trees. With a gentle descent, Urogi landed softly on the ground, and you felt the grass brush against your feet as you were placed to the ground by him.

Suddenly, your gaze caught sight of a lone figure making his way out of the thicket nearby. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the familiar silhouette of your father. Relief and joy flooded your senses as you realized he was safe and unharmed. Your eyes welled up with tears. "Urogi! It's my dad! He's alive!"

Urogi's keen eyes captured the profound joy that suffused your being, and a gentle smile graced his lips. "It's time for you to return to your family, who I'm sure must be concerned about your well-being as well as your father's. And I must ask you to promise me one thing: that you will never venture into these woods after nightfall again."

You turned to Urogi and gave him a nod. Overwhelmed with happiness, you wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a tender kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Urogi. I don't know what I would have actually done without you," you whispered, feeling tears of gratitude prick at the corners of your eyes.

Urogi was taken aback; he felt a rush of warmth flood his chest as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Urogi's heart swelled with emotion as his wings wrapped tightly around you again. Urogi gave you one last hug, brushing a strand of your hair off your cheek, his piercing gaze meeting yours. "I hope you don't mind my impertinence, but I was wondering if you would object to my presence tomorrow evening," he inquired, his voice smooth as silk.

You could feel your heart race at his proximity, but you tried to maintain your composure. "No, I don't mind at all."

Urogi's lips curved into a faint smile, and he leaned in closer to you, his arms encircling you in a gentle embrace. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, and you couldn't help but lean into him.

"Keep a watchful eye after the sunset tonight."

You nodded, silently observing Urogi's silhouette taking off and disappearing into the obscurity of the passing night.

Was it a beginning of an unlikely friendship? Only time would tell, but in that moment, it felt like a spark of connection had been made between you and Urogi. And perhaps, just maybe, he could be more than just a monster in the eyes of human.

#urogi #urogi x reader #kny urogi #urogi x you #urogi x y/n #urogi fluff #hantengu clones #upper moon four #kny fluff #request completed #urogi fic #kny fanfic #demon slayer #kny imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer imagines

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nonranghaes · 6 months

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heads up! food mentions + mentions of joshua being a lil sick

"joshua hong, you better not be doing what i think you're doing."

the scene, as it is now: joshua is curled up on your couch, a blanket draped over his lap because it's a little chilly and he's been dealing with a slight cold, so he's been taking it easy lately. you've just come home, showered, and are finally dressed in cozy clothing again after a particularly long shift. you noticed that that the last tiny bag of your snacks is missing... just as you heard the sound of plastic crinkling from the couch.

"... i'm not?"

he's not convincing in the slightest. your boyfriend is pure evil. you've always known it, but he typically spared you from most of that--he has friends who gave him far funnier reactions. but the moment he hears you running, you see him shoving something into his mouth--the tiny cookies, no fucking doubt--and lunging to hide the rest of the bag underneath him as he all but face-plants into the other end of the couch.

"joshua!" you jump onto the couch, reaching around him, "that was the last bag, you jerk!"

"i'm sick!"

"you're gonna be sick--"

"that doesn't even make sense!"

sometimes you wonder how your relationship with him turned into this. in the early days, he was a gentleman to you: always so gentle and loving and caring. and then he started letting that image down around you more and more. he teased you, he let you in on his pranks, he became much more unashamed about silly things like this. seungcheol once told you that joshua was a menace, and you'd denied it at first. and now here he is with the last bag of cookies that you love, keeping them tucked close to his chest. you know him well enough to know he was definitely going to replace them tomorrow and this was just a situation of bad timing...

but one way or another, you end up sitting on top of him, watching as he clutches the bag in one hand. he opens it a minute later, revealing the empty bag.

"all gone," he smiles at you that devilishly handsome smile. you don't know whether you wanna smack his arm for making such a big deal out of this or kiss his stupid face. "sorry, baby."

you pout at him. "jerk. why do i love you?"

"because," he reaches to the corner of the couch cushions, dragging out another bag. "it's not the last bag. i wouldn't do that to you."

you don't believe him for a second.

"okay--i wouldn't do that to you when i'm sick and can't go replace them immediately." he holds up the bag. "... split them with me?"

"no." you take it, and then lean forward to kiss his stupidly handsome face even though you know he'll get you sick. he's done it before... as have you, to be fair. "but i love you."

he snorts, and pulls you in to hold you for a moment. "yeah, yeah, i love you, too, you dork."

"mmhm. your dork." you snuggle in for a moment, giggling. truly, you wouldn't have it any other way.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen x reader #nonranghaes.svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen x you #svt imagine #svt x you #joshua hong x reader #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #me holding onto the fact shua is a menace: yeah ill think about him being annoying <333

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partnerlesspansexual · 7 months

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No, you kill it!

(Hobie Brown x Gn!reader)

Synopsis: Hobie being an absolute man baby

It's around 9:30 pm. You're nesting on a pile of soft blankets and cushions on the sofa in your and Hobie's shared flat, reading your favourite book and munching on your favourite snack, peacefully winding down after your stressful day at work.

But just as you're about to fully surrender your body to relaxation, you hear a shrill, high pitched scream come from the kitchen. You jolt upright, startled by the sudden loud noise and are curious as to what the hell just happened. After roughly 2 seconds of silence, a voice calls out from the kitchen.

"Y/N! Can you pop into the kitchen, please? Preferably NOW"

Hobie yells in distress.

You sigh as you effortlessly decipher who the voice belongs to. Then you begrudgingly drag yourself off your sofa nest and through to the kitchen (at a pace a lot slower than Hobie would prefer). When you reach the entrance to the kitchen, you lean on the doorway and fold your arms as you behold the site before you. Hobie is crouched on the kitchen counter, plunger in hand and is adorning an expression that gives the impression that he's just witnessed the most disgusting creature known to man. You smirk and raise your brows at him.

"Evening love. If you don't mind my asking, what the hell are you doing in here?"

You ask, your tone laced with exasperation as you eye your boyfriend with a suspicious stare. He points to a black speck in the middle of the kitchen floor with a shaky hand, and speaks as his voice quivers with fear.

"There's a s-spider"

He whimpers like a little boy who's just been severely traumatised. Your eyes widen before you burst out laughing, clutching your chest as it heaves with hearty chuckling. Tears begin to stream down your face as you try to contain your outburst of laughter; all the while Hobie is glaring at you as if you've just kicked him in his crown jewels.

"It's not funny"

He grumbles, crossing his arms like a moody toddler that has been denied sweets. After a moment, you're able to regain your composure and give Hobie a sarcastic look.

"Oh, but it is, my love. It truly is"

You saunter closer to him, a smug expression slowly spreading across your face.

"The great Spiderpunk himself, Mr Hobie Brown... is afraid of spiders? My my, the irony of this situation is just delectable"

You tease him as his cheeks flush a dark shade of red, his embarrassment becoming very visible. After a moment he rolls his eyes and bonks you on the head with his trusty plunger.

"Yes, yes, there'll be time to mock me later, but right now I have a favour to ask"

You eye him suspiciously, raising one of your brows at him

"Go on?"

He takes a deep breath before responding

"I need you to kill the spider for me"

You make a shocked face, pretending to feel sympathy for the 8 legged creature just to annoy Hobie

"Why would I do that? He's just a little guy, he's not hurting anyone"

You say with an overly sappy tone as Hobie looks you dead in the eyes and responds with

"That's a load of bollocks and you know it! That wanker is a menace to society"

He shouts passionately as he waves his plunger at the spider. You give a hearty chuckling and decide to put an end to Hobie's suffering.

"Alrighy, alright, princess. I'll pop him outside but I'm not killing him. Deal?"

You hold your hand out for a handshake, hoping this will satisfy Hobie's bloodlust and hatred for the tiny arachnid. He ponders for a moment and then returns the handshake with a nod.

"Deal"

You chuckle and shake your head as you crouch down to the floor, pick up the little spider and walk to the front door. But before you reach it, Hobie calls out to you again.

"Y/N!"

"Yeah?"

You yell back, wondering what on earth he could possibly want now

"Love you!"

He shouts as a warm flush spreads across your cheeks and you roll your eyes at his adorableness

"I love you too, you big baby"

You call back

(I know this isn't my best work but it's 10 pm and I'm so tired 😭)

#hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x reader #gn reader #atsv hobie #atsv

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everykindofnerd13 · 4 months

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Trolls Human AU but it’s college student snack pack raising Tiny diamond as all of their kid when Guy Diamond finds himself with a child at the rope young age of 19.

The crew having a schedule of who watches Tiny at any given time on any given day. (It is extensive and color coded and Branch had a great time making it.)

Everyone explanding tiny diamonds repertoire of skills before he can even comprehend his own existence. Like.

Suki who holds a one year old Tiny on her lap while she works on mixes.

Cooper and D who switch off holding Tiny in one of those chest carrier things while they play DDR.

Poppy who will give Tiny a bag of scrap paper and tell him to make a picture inside it. (She doesn’t want to let him actually touch the paper, lest he ingest it.)

Branch who puts on science kids shows like Wild Kratts and Sid the Science Kid on the background while he and Poppy have Tiny so that he kid can start learning fun science stuff early.

Sati and Chenille who started by dressing up Tiny in their studio, but ended up just letting him use his creative guidance on them. (They hold him above a pile of fabric and whichever two he picks they have to make work as a garment.)

Biggie who has “tea parties” with Tiny and Dinkles (his cat) and is always trying to teach the baby proper table manners, it’s futile, for Tiny is a menace.

Smidge who teaches the baby to “work out”. (She actually owns a bunch of grip training baby toys that she hands him while she lifts weights.)

Barb who insists she doesn’t like babies but will happily take Tiny in for a night when needed, making little purée dinners for him and spoiling him rotten for the evening.

Legsly, who encourages Tiny to dance with her in her living room, gripping his hands and holding him up so they can “dance”.

Fuzzbert who is canonically mute and uses sign language to communicate in this universe, who loves to bring Tiny out to the park to experience nature with him, always mesmerized by the baby’s wonder at the clouds and the leaves. (Listen, I just like to imagine that Fuzzbert as someone who often finds themself unable to make themselves heard, quite enjoys the satisfaction of such a small child finding joy in the same things he does.)

Tiny who is very monkey-see monkey-do, and actually is a very well rounded kid after being raised by so many well rounded people who care about a love him.

When they’re together as a group, usually at game nights, they’ll make Tiny little “mocktails” aka, like, mango juice, so that he doesn’t feel left out while they all drink their drinks of choice.

Tiny is the most spoiled kid on earth because he has so many aunts and uncles willing to pitch in and get him whatever he wants.

Brozone and Viva also loving Tiny when they meet him one day while Branch and Poppy are in charge of him. Poppy has a little stroller with a sunshade, and Branch is happily carrying the baby bag so the stroller isn’t too heavy to push. At first, everyone’s mortified cause they thing that their baby siblings have gone off and had a whole baby without telling them, but they quickly notice the “Tiny Diamond” printed across the baby bag and realize it’s in fact their siblings’ close friend’s baby that they’ve heard so much about.

Viva making the kid candy necklaces only to be quickly shut down by Clay who explains that they’re a choking hazard, and they should not be given to a baby.

Bruce who has kids of his own and will invite Guy Diamond to drop Tiny off at his place when he and the rest of the snack pack want a night out.

JD who is terrified of children after how much he feels like he screwed up with Branch, but is still infatuated by the little boy and basically gives him anything he wants.

Floyd who mostly stays out of the way while the baby’s around but is the first to volunteer to put him down for a nap so that he can sing him a lullaby and rock him to sleep.

Branch and Poppy being very blush when old women tell them they have a “beautiful family” when they’re out and about, because while they do consider Tiny and all of their friends family, they know the older women mean something different.

Listen this AU is living rent free in my head. I have a timeline. I have a whole thing. I have backstories and modern world adaptations of trauma. It’s pretty fun.

#trolls band together #broppy #brozone #trolls #trolls world tour #queen poppy #trolls branch #guy diamond #tiny diamond #snackpack #trolls snack pack #trolls au #trolls human au

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sweet-as-an-angel · 11 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a Tall S/O

Warnings: Fluff, Implied Smut, Dominant Simon, Body Worship, Angst, Insecurity, Reassurance, Hurt/Comfort, Profanity, No Pronouns Used for Reader Except ‘You’.

It doesn’t matter if you’re even a centimeter smaller than Ghost; he’s going to call you every stout nickname under the sun.

‘Shorty’, ‘Shawty’, ‘Tiny Smalls’, ‘Little One’ – anything that comes to his mind.

If you’re taller than him, that changes nothing.

You’re still his little bean and he’ll treat you as such.

Throws you over his shoulder at any and every convenience (and inconvenience), claiming that he’s “Whisking you away.”

Usually to the bedroom.

If you even try to think about telling him that you’re insecure because of your height, Simon shuts that down immediately.

“Oh no, Love,” he says, voice dropping, eyes half-lidded. “You don’t get to feel anything unless I tell you to.”

He brings a hand to your chin, grips it between his fingers. Makes you look at him.

“Or do I need to remind you?”

Simon uses sex as a means of showing you how much he loves you; making you feel less insecure is a core aspect of his mission.

He doesn’t stop until your body’s shaking and you’re in tears, euphoria electrifying your every cell, until you believe all the ‘I love you’s and ‘You’re perfect’s he whispers into your ear.

He knows that just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you want to be a top.

If you do, he’ll let you, of course. Actively encourage it if you so desire.

But, regardless of your size, he’s still in charge. And he makes sure you know that.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned down while he destroys you, all the while telling you how beautiful you are, how he couldn’t ask for a more wonderful partner, how lucky he is to have met you.

Simon knows how difficult it can be to walk into a room and be the tallest person there, especially given how broad his frame is. The feeling of eyes on you is a heavy burden; he knows that more than most.

He always makes an effort to whisper in your ear if you catch anyone staring at you that “They’re just jealous because you look fuckin’ stellar in those jeans.”

Please wear tight-fitting clothes around him; they send him absolutely feral!!!

Your outline just does something to him that nobody else has managed to achieve before.

He knows you like to wear his clothes so he has some of his hoodies, pants and shirts set aside for you to wear whenever you please. He knows they’re more likely to fit and it’s a lot more convenient for you than having to visit three continents and a hundred stores trying to find clothes tailored to your size.

He becomes absolutely insatiable when you wear his clothes btw. He’s such a menace.

He’ll be all over you, telling you how gorgeous your thighs look peeking out from under his shirt you’re wearing.

P O S S E S S I V E.

He has a habit of body worshiping you. It comes naturally to him just as breathing does.

He just can’t help it; you send him absolutely insane with your body proportions.

It doesn’t matter to Simon one bit if you have short legs and a longer torso, or if you don’t match the image of the average supermodel with legs that you could drive a car along. Hell, it doesn’t matter if you do match the image of a supermodel; your body is perfect.

And the quickest way to a lesson in self-love is to let Simon know you need it.

And he’s not one to say no.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Ayyyoooooo!

How ya doing!

Obsessed with your avatar writing. Who wouldn’t love hot blue alien men! Especially when they growl/hiss. Idk what’s wrong with me I’ve been obsessing over avatar’s hissing/growling when they fight. It’s just so menacing, threatening and hot at the same time.

Can I request a jake sully with a human fem reader who’s with the sky people ( against her will ) fighting the navi ; he struck her down from the helicopter and pinned her down on the ground with his huge body trapping her completely against the ground while hissing aggressively and interrogating her. ( she completely terrified. I would be )

This will was supposed to be short but... its not anymore.

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, accidental arousal, size difference, biting, teasing, growling, tail shenanigans, boner, grinding

Word count: 0.8k

Ao3

A/N: Hissing/growling is the best thing ever. Shame humans can't do it the same way. Well, most can't.

Being pinned down by Jake Sully, leader of the Na'vi, was no doubt horrifying. You couldn't even get your knife ready before he was on you, actually on top of you. One of his hands was more then enough to pin both of yours above your head, his tail wrapping around your right ankle to keep you from running trying to kick him while the other was pushed to side by his body slotting between your legs.

"Again? You never learn do you?! Does it feel good for you, sending people to their death? For what? Tampering with things you don't understand? Power?" He was inches away from you, growling in your face, fangs snapping in anger, pupils narrow, his body taunt with aggression and pressure. "Are there more? You don't usually come in such small numbers. An ambush maybe?" Jake whipped his head up and sniffed the air, searching, listening, observing. "What is-" He stopped dead mid sentence and slowly cast his eyes back down, giving you a long look over, "Are you... feeling horny right now?"

You could feel heat rushing in two different directions, to your face and down between your legs, one more embarrassing then the other. You couldn't even close your legs with Jake's body being in the way.

"The fuck? You are!" Jake leaned in closer and smelled the air around you, "I can smell it on you."

You clenched your teeth and tried to intimidate him back, "Go to hell traitor."

"Traitor? That's rich coming from someone who's getting her rocks off while being pinned and interrogated by the enemy leader." Jake laughed, to amused by you to be mad, which in turn made you even more mad. "Damn you even have me acting up with how nice you're smelling." You eyes instantly dropped down and saw his loincloth was beginning to tent. "What am I supposed to do with this now?"

"Go fuck yourself Sully." You barked at him but in the back of your mind you secretly wondered how big he actually was. Bigger then any human, that was obvious but... could a human body even take that? Wait, no, no, no! Why think about this now? He's your enemy right now!

"Now there's an idea." He smirked leaned down close to your neck and smirked, his fangs making your pulse spike, "Although I could say the same to you soldier. Been a while since you've gotten any if something like this has you feeling all hot and bothered." With a tug of his tail he pulled you down, his big cock rubbing between your legs. The sets of clothes made little difference, you could feel every inch of him, how big he was, how hard he was, how his cock pulsed against you.

The moan that came from your mouth was downright embarrassing. "Fuck." You moaned into the air, hips unconsciously rocking up against him, "Fuck you." Or, have him fuck you. Both seemed to be equally possible now.

"Nah. Not yet." Not yet? What did he mean by- he bit down at your neck, sharp fangs drawing tiny bits of blood, his hips grinding down against yours, tail coiling up your leg, his hand on your face, keeping it to the side, which meant your leg was free. You could have kicked him in the ribs, instead you hooked it around him, your hips rolling into him, mouth open for more wonton moans, your fists clenching as the arousal kept building. "There." He husked against your neck.

"Huh? W-What?" You saw him eyeing something on your neck, from what just happened you could guess he was looking at, "You motherfucker, did you just give me a hickey?!"

"Not at all. I gave you a bite. Means others will stay away from you if they see you on the battlefield. You might wanna cover it up when you go back to base though. And," He leaned in real close again, "if you're smart, the next time we meet won't be on the battlefield."

He looked down at you again, his words clear. He didn't want you as an enemy, he wanted you as someone he fucks. Literally. "You're such a bastard, you know that Sully?" There was little point in screaming at him after you just grinded your pussy on his cock.

"Maybe I am. See you next time. Be smart." He even had the audacity to bow to you when he let you go and turned to disappear among the trees of Pandora.

Be smart huh? You couldn't really say that sleeping with the enemy was smart. Why was it what you needed then? What you wanted? No, there's no way you would let Jake Sully win at this, the next time you saw him there would be fucking, but you were the one who was gonna be riding that big cock of his until he couldn't keep it up anymore.

#jake sully x reader #smut #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar x reader #atwow #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water #na’vi smut #na’vi x reader #jake x reader #jake sully x y/n

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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19 year old Phantom woke up strapped to a table in a lab in another dimension. He hadn't been to his home dimension in years for various reasons he really didn't want to discuss and spent most of his time in the Infinite Realms exploring with Ellie.

Danny casually phased out of his restraints and began wondering around. He heard the sounds of combat several floors down and figured that was why there was no one bothering him at the moment. It wasn't long before he came across a room filled with literal infants in hospital cribs and the only thing Danny could think was oh ancients, I got cloned again.

Needless to say he made several duplicates of himself and picked up all five children, cooing at them until they settled. Before making a portal back to the GZ Danny created a virus out of ghost lightning (something Technus taught him) and infected the computers to erase all data on it, regardless of wheat that data was.

By the time the Young Justice team burst in lead by Kon the information was already half destroyed and the clones that were made of each of them and the mysterious pit creature were gone.

By the time Tim managed to stop the virus there wasn't much left on the computers that was useful. They got a tiny bit more information on the pit creature, basically just 2 pictures of it. One of it sleeping in a talk filled with Lazarus water and one of it asleep restraints to a metal table. Other than that it was noted that its blood was a much much more potent version of the Lazarus Pit and was capable of bringing inanimate objects to life and at times giving them sentience.

They did get some camera footage of Phantom waking up, and everything that happened after, including the portal he made.

Kon was distraught that his little clone child was gone.

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Five years later Danny was none the wiser that most of the kids weren't his biologically. Not that it would have mattered much to him anyway. Danny had no idea why his daughters hair was blond. (Cassies clone) He didn't know many people from his extended family due to his parents being disowned long before he and Jazz were born so he just assumed it skipped a generation or two. Besides, she and one of her brothers (Dannys clone) had the same icy blue eyes as him. One seemed to have the same auburn hair as dannys mother and was ridiculously fast (Barts clone) and the biggest one (Kons clone) loved sunlight and danny made extra sure to bring him out to sunny areas often after a health scare early on. He already learned out to shoot lasers from his eyes and Dannys only concern was that the lasers were red instead of pink or green, which was unusual.

The smallest and smartest of the pack (Tim's clone) was very clingy and affectionate. He was almost always with dannys clone either playing together or being menaces to society. There was rarely an in-between.

It was on one of thier little adventures (Danny looks away for two seconds and the whole lot of them are gone) that they wondered back in to thier home dimension and got noticed pretty quickly due to Kons clone very obviously having kryptonian superpowers.

Here's were the problems start.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #kon el kent #kon el #tim drake #dani phantom #red robin #dani fenton #cassie #bart allen #kid flash #impulse #danny worries about tims clone cause his supposed powers aren't developing #so danny babies him a lot #something Tims clone uses to his full advantage

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skelswritingcorner · 2 months

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POV: You got kidnapped by Decepticons, and you're also on your period

(If you're wondering if you saw this before, you probably did! Tumblr's just being wonky and didn't show it, so I'm reuploading it)

Cast (of the TF characters): Skywarp, Thundercracker, Shockwave, Megatron, Soundwave, Rumble, Frenzy, Jazz, Prowl, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Blaster, and a bit of Lazerbeak at the end

Synopsis: You’re on your period, and took a pretty strong painkiller before you went to class so you could focus without curling into fetal position from the pain. However, you didn’t think that you’d be kidnapped by alien robots. Luckily, you were using a cup. However, the painkiller is starting to wear off while you’re captive, and you’re hoping that you can be saved fast. Ideally, without these alien robots seeing you cough up endometrium.

A/N: I made the heights based more on G1 Transformers. I like the big bois, and g/t (mostly because I’m barely 5'2 but that’s irrelevant), but Rumble does not deserve to be 21 feet tall. He and Frenzy should be tiny menaces. Also, I think the size difference between the reader character and Blaster is more than enough. Also, this isn’t really for any specific Transformers continuity or series, more of my own headcanons if anything. Also, if you want to ask about the reader character, use the name Lorelei. Also, my endometriosis is not in my lungs, I just thought "Hey, do you know what would really fuckin suck?" and gave poor Lorelei endometrium in the lungs.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Menstruation, Endometriosis, Anatomical words for reproductive organs, Kidnapping, Vulgar Language, mentions of medical neglect.

You woke up dreading the day. According to the tracker, your period starts today, which is bad because the cramps get severe enough that you’d be bedridden if you didn’t have your painkillers, and also because you had class today. College life and all. At least today was Saturday, so it was only one three-hour class.

Going to the bathroom first, you checked your underwear for any signs of blood. There was only a bit of blood, but if you didn’t act quickly the bloodfall would begin. You grabbed one of your menstrual cups, folding it then pushing it in through your vulva. When it was in place, you used some toilet paper to wipe some of the discharge and blood off your fingers, flushed, then washed your hands.

You felt a cough coming up. Grabbing a tissue, you coughed into it. There was a bit of what looked like blood from where you coughed. If this was your first time, you would’ve panicked. However, you knew it was the stupid endometrium in your lungs because of your stupid endometriosis. Better pack some extra tissues, maybe buy some from the convenience store on your way to class.

Going into the shared space, you noticed a bag with a note. Must’ve been one of your roommates. The note had your name on it, so you decided to read it.

Y/N, I got you a snack. You mentioned in the group chat that your period starts today. I don’t know if you’re supposed to eat something with your painkillers, so I got you one of your favorite snacks just in case. Toodles! - Emily

It was chocolate covered pretzels. You took the bag, grabbed a beverage from the fridge and went back to your room to grab your medication before eating. It’s best to take it now, so your cramps don’t get so severe that you end up curled up in fetal position sobbing from pain once it fully starts.

After eating in the common room, you went back to change into your clothes. Fortunately, you didn’t share a room with anyone, so you could change in your room. You picked out an oversized black band tee and blood red sweatpants after putting on a tank top. If you weren’t on your period you would’ve picked something that looked a little cuter or fashionable, you don’t want to ruin those clothes if you need to cough up blood. You don’t know if hydrogen peroxide works that well with the materials.

Besides, most people that know you can easily predict whether or not you woke up feeling good based on how styled you look. If you’re wearing something more styled, with multiple layers and accessories, you’re likely in a more positive mood. If you’re not, either you’re on your period or doing something that requires some dirty work.

You packed your messenger bag with the things you needed: stationary, wallet, charger with power bank, tissues, a plastic zipper bag in case you can’t throw any bloodied tissues at the current moment, a small hammer, the tools that tech people carry, extra menstrual cup in a 3D-printed cube container that requires the opening to be twisted to get to it, a spray bottle of hydrogen peroxide, the usual things.

Luckily for you, all you had was a single class that only lasted two hours today. No rehearsals for the color guard, since the field is still wet from yesterday’s downpour. Maybe you’ll do some sketches after class.

Putting your shoes on, you left your dorm room and walked to your class. You made sure that your dormitory was close to the main campus, given your medical problems. Unlike yesterday, it was a gentle sprinkle of water, so you didn’t rush yourself. Class was in half an hour anyway.

Walking into the lecture hall, there was only one other person. You sat at a seat closest to the door, and turned to the other student. Like clockwork, you both got out your phones, pointed a finger at each other, and took a picture. Neither of you know each other's names, yet the bond is indescribable. Bonding through mutual goofiness without a single word exchanged. After that, a few more classmates came in, and once the clock hit noon the lecture began.

♢♢♢

After class ended, you packed up your things. Before you could get up, someone tapped on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw one of your classmates with a furrowed brow. “Do you know about the recent sightings of alien robots?”

You shook your head, “I haven’t checked the news.”

“You haven’t heard anything?! They were spotted really close to campus two days ago. It looked like a bird, but obviously no birds nearby are that large! Be careful out there, hopefully nobody gets abducted.” She waved goodbye and sped out the room.

The alien robots are something you’ve heard about only in passing. Your roommates have mentioned them before, one of them took a picture that was so bad in quality you thought it was fake. Why are they going near a college, out of all places? There’s no local government facilities or anything that you think would interest them. Except for the telescope the astronomy majors use. They might be curious about that. It’s not related to your major though, so hopefully they won’t try taking you.

Walking out of the building, you decided to walk around a bit. It was nice, the sun wasn’t too harsh, the drizzle stopped, and there were basically no people around. Your painkiller should last a few more hours, so you have time to chill and walk slowly.

You couldn’t enjoy the scenery for long. You should’ve realized why you didn’t see anyone, not with that giant robot who almost crushed you, and is now looking down at you.

The creature was massive, quadruple your size at the very least. Black, purple, and annoyed.

“Who… are you?” you took a step back, ready to zoom away at any moment. They didn’t answer you, though, only grabbing you. Before you could react, you saw a bright purple light consume your vision, and you closed your eyes so your retinas wouldn’t burn.

♢♢♢

When the light was no longer visible, you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. The walls were metal, and there were more… people? Whatever they were, but they were looking at you. One looked identical to the one holding you, but almost entirely blue. An all-purple robot with a single yellow eye stared down at you, emotionless.

“I found one. I barely saw anyone at the location.” the one holding you said.

“Strange,” the blue one pondered, “shouldn’t there have been more of these squishies at that place?”

You wanted to retort so bad, but you also knew that the moment you start speaking you might cough. And honestly? What goes on in your body is none of their business. It’s Saturday, you thought to yourself, no shit there’s barely anyone there.

“Hey, tiny squishy!” the blue one put his face close to yours, “Tell us how we can access that telescope!”

You sighed in defeat. “I don’t know, I’ve never been to the building it’s in.” Well, that was a half-lie. You have been to the science building, just not the room the telescope was inside of.

“You WHAT?!” Oh, they’re annoyed.

At this point, you were pissed. You wanted to get away before the pain gets you, and you started getting snippy, “I dunno, maybe you should’ve asked before kidnapping me BECAUSE MY MAJOR DOES NOT INVOLVE THE FUCKING TELESCOPE! My major is in tech AND NOT ASTRONOMY!”

There is a cough coming up. Wriggling an arm out from the giant hand grasping you, you coughed into the crook of your elbow. Blood, as per usual during shark week. For you, that is.

“What is that red thing that came out of her intake?!” The blue one’s blood red eyes widened.

“Do we have anyone who knows how to fix organics?” the one holding you asked.

You yelled, “I’M FINE! This is normal for me, at least my painkillers are in effect!”

“Coughing internal liquids is abnormal for any being.” The purple one with the yellow eye spoke. “Thundercracker, inform Lord Megatron at once.”

The blue one ran out of the room. That one was Thundercracker, from what you could tell.

“Put them on the table, Skywarp. I’ll check their systems.” the one with the yellow eye ordered. The hand gripping you plopped you unceremoniously onto the table, leading you to cough yet again.

When you got up, you noticed the blood you coughed up on the table. Guess you gotta clean that. Opening your bag, you got out the hydrogen peroxide spray and a few tissues. It was a familiar procedure; spray the bloodied surface, and then clean it.

“What even is that?” Skywarp asked.

“Hydrogen peroxide. It’s used to clean blood off things, including clothing. I’d use a paper towel, but all I have are tissues.” you replied.

A hand held your face, opening your mouth and pressing your tongue down with their thumb. The one-eyed robot tilted your head up, and observed.

“No anomaly in the intake pipe. Finding the anomaly might require an invasive approach or scans.” they removed their hand from you.

Oh hell no. If this was an OBGYN, you’d be fine with it. However, you are not, and giant robots probing your lungs and uterus and just anywhere inside you is the last thing you want happening.

“Absolutely NOT!” you yelled, “I’m not letting you do that to me! Just bring me back to campus before my painkillers wear off!”

“I don’t think I’ll allow that.” Wait, who the fuck said that?

“Lord Megatron!” Skywarp turned around, bowing down at a gray figure. You could see the red glow of their eyes from where you stood.

“So, this is the one you found. She’s smaller than Soundwave’s cassettes.” Great. Just great. They’re calling you small. “She will do just fine, even if she’s not the one we hoped for.”

“How in Cybertron can this squishy help us if she’s never been to the building that the telescope is in?” Thundercracker asked.

“You. You’re a student of the university, correct?” Megatron asked, looking at you.

“Yes?” you replied, unsure of what the gray robot was going to ask you to do.

“Good, good. Then you should be able to get to it for us.”

Pardon?! “I’m one of the tech majors, if I just walk into the building and go to where the telescope is, the staff will find it suspicious!” you protested, “The only time I’ve even been in the science building is when I was being shown around campus, and we never went into the room that the telescope is inside of! If I’m to go in that room, I’m going to need to explain to the department head as to why I need to go in there.”

“Along with that,” you glared at Megatron, “I want to know exactly why you want access to the telescope.”

Skywarp huffed, “Why would we tell you about that?”

“Because y’all kidnapped me! If you want me to cooperate, you need a damn good explanation.”

“It’s rather simple. If you humans have access to such technology, wouldn’t we be curious about how it works? Such technology would be useful to our cause.” Megatron explained, and you hated the condescending tone he was using. It reminded you of the times you’ve been to the hospital, begging for an answer to all the pain and too-heavy bleeding only to be spoken down to like a toddler. Claiming that what you experienced was normal when it very much was not.

You sighed, “Fine. If you want my assistance, I will only help you if you follow a few basic rules. Do not damage any part of the school campus, try to abduct anyone else, or even think of trying to destroy the telescope. If you violate these rules, I will not help you any further. I will lecture all of you about your behavior without hesitation if you do that.”

“But what if the Autobots start the fight?”

“I’ll lecture them too. Don’t fucking try me.” You countered. It’s been a long time already, you can feel the pain creeping up to a painful level. After grabbing another tissue from your bag, you coughed up more blood.

You need to get back to your dorm soon, if the painkillers fully wear off you don’t know how you can escape.

“Now, I’d like to return to campus before my painkillers wear off. Can you please bring me back?” you tried your best to be polite, but right now you’re starting to get desperate. It must have been an hour at the very least, and you need to get back before you’re paralyzed by pain.

“Not so fast, young lady. We never got your name, and based on what Thundercracker said, I’d rather have you be under supervision.” Megatron turned to the purple robot, “Shockwave, bring her to your lab and prepare the scanners. I’ll leave her in your hands.”

Oh no. Oh no no no no NO. That’s the last thing you want happening.

♢♢♢

A group of Autobots were on the campus, talking to various humans.

“I was looking outside the window during lab. This purple and black robot picked someone up, turned into a purple light and just… disappeared with them!” a tall brunet said, gesturing to the spot the abduction happened.

Prowl frowned. He knew it was Skywarp, no other Decepticon had that ability. He’ll have to inform Optimus Prime once he finished speaking to who he was speaking to.

“Do you know the student who was kidnapped?” Optimus Prime asked the young blonde-haired woman standing in front of him.

“Yes. Y/N L/N is my roommate. I know that today she’s starting her cycle, which for her is incredibly painful. She needs to take pretty intense painkillers so she can function during this. I didn’t see her before I left for work, but I made sure to get her a snack so that she could eat something when she got up before I left.”

“What is that cycle? Is this something that organic life experiences?” He asked.

She tapped on her phone for a bit before looking back up at the Autobot leader, “All animals with a uterus and ovaries have an ovarian cycle, in order to prepare for a potential pregnancy,” she showed the diagram on her phone’s screen, “the uterus creates a lining, which sheds if a pregnancy doesn’t happen in a period called menstruation, or just a period, for humans. This lining is called endometrium. This lining, however, can end up outside the uterus, and in rare cases can go all the way up to the brain. This is called endometriosis, and is what Y/N has and what causes her the intense pain.”

“For her, there is endometrium in her lungs. She coughs it out during her period sometimes.”

Ratchet approached the two. “You mention that, and earlier the painkiller she takes. How long ago was that?”

The woman checked the time, “About five hours ago, based on the time she usually wakes up on this day of the week.”

“And when does it wear off?”

She paused. “After six hours, she’s back to regular unmedicated pain.”

Optimus got up. “Thank you, Miss Emily. We will find her as soon as we can.”

“Can I come with you? I don’t know how willing Y/N is going to be while she’s in pain around strangers.” Emily asked, “I’ll do my best to stay out of danger, and keep close.”

Ratchet grimaced, “It’s going to be dangerous. I doubt we have any weapons that you can use, if you can even hold them.”

“I understand your sentiment, old friend. However, she has a point. I doubt that Y/N will be pleased to have more Cybertronians trying to take her. Especially if she’s in terrible pain.”

Sighing in defeat, Ratchet turned to Emily, “Fine. We’ll bring her along.”

♢♢♢

Before you could protest, Shockwave grabbed you and started walking away. You thrashed in his hand, trying to wriggle out to run away and hide. Your efforts, however, bore no fruit, and only made Shockwave hold you tighter.

He put you in some kind of container, too tall for you to climb out.

“Soundwave, can you come to my lab with Rumble and Frenzy? Lord Megatron requested me to do scans of the human Skywarp found. She’s being difficult, I need those two to restrain her so I can do the scans without her attempting an escape.”

“Understood.” a voice was heard, likely coming from Shockwave.

After some time, a cobalt blue figure walked into the lab. They were the same size as Shockwave. Two significantly smaller figures followed them in tow; one purple, one black.

“So,” the blue one looked at you, “this is the human?”

“Yes.” Shockwave replied, grabbing you and putting you on some kind of table. They removed your bag, so you couldn’t grab a hammer and thwack anyone even if you tried.

“Rumble, Frenzy, restrain the human so we can do the scans.” The blue one ordered. The small figures jumped onto the table, grabbing your limbs and pushing them into the table. Honestly? That’s pretty painful. You tried to fight, kick, anything, but their grip was unrelenting.

“Stop wiggling, fleshy!” one of them tightened their grip.

Some kind of scanner descended to your chest, stopping a few centimeters above you. It whirred to life, and a red light shone onto your chest. It shifted around, scanning from your chest to your pelvis. After a few minutes, the light turned off.

“Peculiar.” Shockwave stated.

“Is this what human internals look like? How strange.” The cobalt one tilted their head, then looked at you.

“Rumble, Frenzy, release.” They ordered, and the two robots holding you by the limbs released you. However, you couldn’t run, as Shockwave grabbed you. The change from laying down to being vertical made you feel the menstrual blood leak out of your cervix, sending shivers down your spine.

“Do you even know what you’re trying to look for? There’s nothing that you can base it on!” you yelled.

“Intuition.” Shockwave rebutted, putting you back in the container. Jarred once again.

The pain creeps up once more. The whole restraining debacle distracted you for some time, but now you realized that the medication is almost out. In a few minutes, you’ll be in fetal position from the pain. Even breathing is a struggle.

Alarms.

“Autobots infiltrated the base, I repeat, Autobots have infiltrated the base.” the announcement rang.

Shockwave and the others left, leaving you alone. This was your chance. Opening up your bag, you grabbed a hammer. Can you even break the glass? Might as well find out.

Walking to one of the corners, you slammed the hammer. A crack formed, and you continued to slam and slam and slam until a large enough opening was made. You walked out of it after putting your hammer away. After going to the side opposite the hole, you dropped and rolled onto the floor. It was time to run and find a small enough place to hide.

You ran out of the lab, zooming through the halls to find somewhere small. Somewhere you could fit and they could not. After a few minutes of running, you found a small slit in the wall that you could just barely squeeze into, so you went in it. It took some time, and your chest especially was squashed, but the slit went to a tiny area, where the slit was the only exit. Curling up into a corner, you waited. The slit is too short for the two who restrained you to fit anyway.

You heard fighting and yelling approaching you. From where you were, they couldn’t see you. After a bit of time, it quieted down.

Voices.

“We haven’t seen the missing person at all. Where could she be, Prowl?” one asked.

“Who knows? Y/N might be trapped somewhere.”

They know your name. Why do they know your name? You didn’t tell any of them your name.

Unless… they’re a rescue party? Moving was a struggle for you, the pain was getting too much. You doubt you could speak right now either.

“Wait. That tear in the wall. Could she be in there?” the voice pondered, getting closer to where you were.

“I’m checkin’ it. Emily’s with Blaster ‘n’ Wheeljack, right? If Y/N’s here, contact them.”

They know Emily? Your roommate? Well, that complicates things.

A large black finger entered the slit, widening it just a tiny bit. “Hey! Are you in there?” they asked. All you could do is whimper in reply.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here!” they promised.

“Jazz, I contacted them. They should arrive in a moment.”

More footsteps.

“We’re here!” a familiar voice trilled. They are indeed talking about that Emily, the one who is your roommate. Both of you are enrolled in the university’s STEM program, so you have a few classes together. You’re both part of the color guard as well, which is pretty well known for the futuristic masks that the marching band wears as well.

“Do you think you can fit through that? I mean, Jazz, he made it bigger, but it still looks small.” An unfamiliar voice asked.

“If Y/N can fit it, I can.” Emily said, and you heard her step in through the slit.

“That bad?” Emily asked. You turned to her and gave her the stink eye.

“Hey! STEM girlies gotta stick together, y’know? Stop giving me that look.” Emily retorted.

She took out your painkillers from her bag. “I hope yain’t mad about me yoinking your painkillers, I knew that by the time you were found the meds would’ve fully worn off and you’d need to take them again. Here,” she gave you the bottle. You did your best to remove the lid, took one, and swallowed it dry. Ideally, you would’ve had something to drink since it tastes absolutely horrible, but eh.

You put your painkiller bottle in your bag. Emily grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you up to your feet, “C’mon, up at it. Let’s get back.” Both of you walked toward the slit, and left the hiding spot.

There were four of the alien robots. They all had blue eyes, unlike the ones who abducted you.

“Prime, we got ‘er!” The one with a blue visor and black hands said. “We’re gonna get ‘em back now.”

“I’ll hold them.” A red robot said.

Emily introduced them, “The red one’s Blaster, the one with the two trapezoids where his ears should be is Wheeljack, the cop car lookin’ guy with the red eyebrows is Prowl, and the one with the visor is Jazz. They’re all good dudes, even if Prowl’s grumpier than my pawpaw.”

“Don’t call me old.” Prowl growled.

“How old are you again? You’re a peepaw in my eyes.” you could hear Emily’s smirk, it made you chuckle.

“At least she sounds better!” Jazz jokes, “At Prowl’s expense, that is.”

“Shockwave’s lab is nearby. I’ll catch up to all of you later, I think there’s something there that might be useful.” Wheeljack stated.

“Alright. Don’t get killed, Wheeljack.” Prowl ordered, and Wheeljack ran to the lab you escaped from.

Blaster brought a hand to you and Emily, “Well? Hop on, I won’t bite.” Emily brought you to his hand, and he brought you to one of his shoulders and put Emily on the one opposite you.

“Let’s go.” And so, the five of you left. You gripped onto one of Blaster’s neck cables, mostly for reassurance on your part. The bouncing of Blaster zooming made you bounce a little bit, but you knew he was trying not to make you two bounce too much.

♢♢♢

After you got on the small ship, you were met with a few other of the Autobots. The tallest of them was red and blue, with windows on his chest. Next to him was a mostly white with orangish red accents.

“Good, you found her.” The blue one said, smiling.

“Optimus, should I look at her? They might’ve injured her.” The red and white one asked. You coughed into your elbow again, and let go of Blaster’s neck cable.

“Y/N’s not injured from what I can tell, Ratchet. I was able to give her the painkiller.” Emily told the Autobot.

“Which tastes AWFUL.” you added.

“Right. I forgor, sowwy.” and now Emily is UwUing. Great. That’s usually reserved for when color guard practice happens, or when she pops into the band room to bring you and the other brass members some cursed snack that the store she works at sells. Usually with some kind of beverage for you. Emily may be cursed, but she’s an awesome friend and roommate. You remember the time she recorded you and several other brass members doing a reenactment of I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys. She’s a champ when she wants to be.

“Well, since you coughed up some endometrium, I’m going to take a little sample.” Ratchet grabbed some kind of scalpel, grasping your arm and using it to scrape some of that sweet sweet lung endometrium.

“I’ll ask Perceptor to look at it.” Ratchet walked away.

“Where’s Wheeljack?” Optimus asked.

“Went to look in Shockwave’s lab, I think he should be here around…”

The doors opened, and footsteps ran inside and the door closed.

“Now.” Prowl finished.

“Wheeljack, what did you find?” Optimus asked, with everyone turning to the Autobot.

“Well, there was a clear container that was broken in the corner. Guess that’s where Y/N was put. Along with that,” he showed a hologram, likely the result of the scans, “I noticed this on the screen.”

Optimus approached, looking at it. “Show this to Ratchet once he gets back.”

“We should bring these two back. I’ll inform the authorities that Y/N was found, and has sustained no injuries.” Optimus ordered.

“Jazz, navigate the ship to the university.” Optimus ordered, letting Jazz leave to the cockpit.

After a few more orders, and Blaster placing you and Emily down on the floor, the both of you were left with Prowl.

“Miss L/N, I have a question for you.”

“What’s the question?” you asked.

“Is there any way to reduce the pain, or how long it lasts without your medication?” Prowl asked.

You’d answer, but that involves telling Prowl about sex. And, to be perfectly honest, fucking anyone you barely know is a turn-off to you, especially a giant alien robot that is literally thrice your size. You do not feel fuckable right now, try again later when you’re not bleeding from the cervix and lungs my dude. Do they even have penises? Well, they could use their fingers… No, don’t be horny, Y/N. Are you still ovulating? That likely explains the fact that you actually considered explaining sex and possibly… let’s stop that thought.

“Well, heat can help a little bit.” Good save, Emily. Good save. “It all depends on the person, though.”

“Also, Jazz and Blaster wanted me to ask you this, but what is this… trombone suicide thing Emily mentioned?” Ah. Emily snitched to Prowl.

“It’s a very complex move involving multiple brass instruments, usually trumpets or trombones. If you turn the wrong way, you’ll either bonk trombones or smack your fellow brassist in the face. There’s also the trumpet suicide, sousaphone suicide, and I’m trying to figure out how to do it for the color guard. Also, you’re playing the instrument while doing this.” you explained.

Prowl sighed, most likely in relief, “It isn’t literal, at the very least. That’s a relief.”

After a few more questions, and fortunately sex did not come up during that time, Optimus came back.

“We’ve arrived, let’s get these two back.” Optimus announced.

Walking with him and Prowl, you got tackled by one of your band mates. A good chunk of the brass section and color guard were there.

“Glad you’re back, Y/N!” the one who tackled you said, helping you get up.

After some time, and a little bit of discussion, you and Emily left to go back to the dorm with the others. The sun was setting, and the events of today left you tired and having menstrual munchies. Hopefully you won’t have to deal with the alien robots again.

A mechanical bird observed from a lamppost, watching the two figures enter the building. Even though the Decepticons failed to keep the student from the Autobots, there was still an opportunity to use her. Once they were fully gone, the black and red robot flew away.

#transformers x reader #menstruation cw #tw blood #tf skywarp #tf thundercracker #tf prowl #tf jazz #optimus prime #tf ratchet #tf blaster #shockwave #soundwave #tf rumble #tf frenzy #megatron #tf wheeljack #tf lazerbeak #mostly at the end

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