Piers is the King

Fictional man lover | rock/metalhead | old as fuck

[softdomsworld]

wet eyes, aching body, cum leaking down trembling legs. whimpering, "i can't take anymore," and "no more, please, no more." a soft, devilish chuckle, fingers drag through the mess between soft thighs and a murmur, "you can handle one more."

[blowingbarnes]

mentor Bucky core after you annoyed the shit out of him on the sparring mat calling him an old man

out of my mind vibes

[elbdot]

I saw this template and immediately thought of El and Guzma. THEY WILL NOT LEAVE MY MIND. THEY ARE TOO ADORABLE. I hope you like my silly drawing :P

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE I'M OBSESSED ADJFKSDJKFDSKJFDS THANK YOOOOUUUU FOR THIS I LOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

[fandom-smutty-shots]

The assassins finding out their s/o is pregnant

Request

Masterlist

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Characters: Altaïr, Ezio, Edward, Arno, Jacob, and Basim

Warnings: none!! Just fluff today <3

A/n: I've been writing a lot of fics lately and I figured I just needed a cute lil head cannon for a break. Enjoy!

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Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad

Altaïr would have no visible response when you told him the news.

In fact, he quickly made up an excuse and got out of the house, mumbling something about a mission he somehow was delaying.

You sat for hours alone, hormonal, upset, and angry. You thought this was what he wanted. You had discussed a family before, why would he suddenly have changed his mind?

"I sincerely apologize."

He woke you up from your restless slumber with a kiss before he spoke, helping you sit up.

"I did not expect this to happen so quickly, but I'm glad for it."

You began to cry as he comforted you, pulling you into his chest to cradle you. He rubbed circles down your back, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and made you feel like the only woman alive.

The three of you were going to be just fine.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

"I'm pregnant."

Ezio's face lit up as he glanced down at your belly, his hand going to rub it gently.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded, unable to contain your happiness. You had been trying for months, all to no avail. You weren't even sure until the doctor confirmed it for you, after you had been sick for two weeks straight.

You could barely keep anything down, but it was all going to be worth it in the end.

"I love you."

Edward Kenway

You were scared to tell Edward the news. You had not yet bled this month, nor the last, and when you began to feel sick in the mornings, you knew.

The two of you were... relatively careful, but it was no surprise you had ended up knocked up.

Although you had never discussed having a family, you didn't know his thoughts on it.

When you finally did tell him, you couldn't read his face.

"I'm going to be a father?" There was disbelief in his tone.

"I'm sorry."

He kissed you, hard. His tongue entered your mouth and began to dance with yours, showing you he loved you.

"I'm going to be a father."

Arno Dorian

Arno was quiet for a few minutes after you told him.

It's not like you had been planning on this, mistakes happen of course.

What concerned you was the look of pondering on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, and normally you could read him like a book.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, suddenly nervous to meet his eyes.

With a sigh he stood and hugged you.

"We'll get through this, (Y/n).

Jacob Frye

Jacob looked ecstatic when you told him the news.

You hadn't been feeling the best for a few weeks, and when you finally went to the doctor you learned of your new condition.

"We're going to be a family?"

The excitement in his tone made your heart warm. You were perhaps a bit nervous to tell him, but as he got down on his knees and kissed your belly, you got exactly the reaction you had hoped for.

"We are." 

Basim Ibn Ishaq

You hadn't been able to keep your food down for nearly a week.

At first you thought it would be a two or three day ordeal, but after day six, Basim had decided it was time to visit a professional.

When you arrived, you told him your symptoms, and he looked at you with a small smile.

"I believe you to be pregnant, (Y/n)."

Basim stood from his chair, knocking it over as he did.

"She's what?"

Your eyes widened, unsure how you felt about the news.

"Indeed."

He kissed you right there, in front of the poor man, his hands cupping your face with love and care.

"I love you."

He was matter-of-fact about it.

"I love you too."

[dragqueenstarscream]

tfp starscream is the most pathetic top in existence. like yeah, he'll be on top, but he'll be whimpering and crying like he's the one getting fucked the whole time.

[yaboyguzma69]

Ooc my aft. You're right and you should say it.

[rori-is-writing]

A reminder that not all Reader Self-Insert fics are for everyone. And that's okay.

While I believe that all Reader fics should be very ambiguous when it comes to the appearance of a character (unless tagged otherwise of course) things can get very tricky when it comes to things like character personality, choices, and back story.

Listen, unless you want to self-insert into the most bland character ever written who never makes a real decision or talks to anyone (because god forbid a self-insert character say something that you personally wouldn't say) you've just got to accept that not every Reader fic is going to be a perfect fit. There are going to be fics where the self-insert character has a different job from you or has a different family makeup from you (maybe they have sisters when you only have ever had brothers) or says or does something that you can't imagine yourself ever doing.

And you know what? That's okay. Not every fic is written for every person out there. Not every fic is going to perfectly adhere to your specific life choices, kinks, and personality traits. All you can do is acknowledge that maybe something wasn't written with you in mind and just hit that back button and find something that is.

Lord knows there's plenty of Reader fics out there. If one doesn't work for you a different one probably will.

[yaboyguzma69]

I second this!

It honestly hardly matters to me as a reader when the insert is given any sort of description or does something I wouldn't personally do, because I have a cool thing called ✨️imagination✨️

Like, cool! I have glasses now! Cool, I wear grandma sweaters! Cool, I can cook! I can do acrobatics and sing and dance and run a business and am tall or short or wear dresses and go to parties - sometimes I'm even a different species... It's fiction!

Of course I'm not actually making out with my fictional crush, or doing all of that other stuff, I'm reading about another version of me who is.

[nonscathingbullets]

Sparring With Husband!John Wick Would Include:

(Slightly nsfw if you squint- like one place. Minors DNI!)

Of course he suggested you learn hand to hand combat so you can defend yourself should the need arise. He wasn't losing another wife, especially not due to his own carelessness/negligence.

He started off slow and steady with you, showing you a move or two then watching you copy him and letting out a laugh you could barely hear when you got it wrong.

Eventually you graduated from copying to using him as a sparring dummy much to his amusement. It's not like he could really feel the blows you were delivering to his stone hard chest and abs anyway.

Whenever you would deliver a strong clean hit he'd tell you in his deep voice, "great work" and "good job meelaya."

After practicing with him for a while he eventually began to fight back, lightly of course. He didn't wanna hurt you.

Every time you came at him he'd move out of the way with all the swiftness and ease of a practiced... well, assassin.

A couple of times he would grab you and gently toss you over on the mat like you weight absolutely nothing.

"Try harder," he'd tease which fired you up more than it should have.

After a couple of hours, you bagan goofing around, exhausted from all the seriousness and futility of trying to land any real hit on John.

You ran at him full force in an attempt to tackle him to the mat and he caught you expertly, pushing you to the mat and rolling ontop of you with a deep chuckle.

"Nice try," he would mock simply before leaning down to kiss you.

"Guns next time?" You asked softly reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

He'd chuckle again and lean closer to your ear before whispering, "knives."

The two of you would share a nice long shower washing off the sweat and dirt from the hours you spend rough-housing and he'd give you a sensual neck massage whispering praises in your ear about the days training.

Sometimes he'd end up making raw, passionate love to you under the hot steamy water or even afterwards in bed.

Other times when you both were to exhausted for anything else he'd put the TV on in the bedroom and the two of you would snuggle up in bed with the dog.

He'd place a strong arm around you and pull you to his chest while he rubbed your head tenderly lulling you to a relaxing slumber.

[revelboo]

Ooof, thought I lost your sfw blog for a sec. I am not so sure if you take more specific requests, but would be nice to see tfp Starscream being comforted and appreciated by his human 'partner'(?) after a harsh day, or maybe even punishment from Megatron. Maybe his human has the same experience of abuse in the past or relates to it in some way?

Sure

Care

TFP Starscream x Reader

• Hauling yourself up on the edge of your little pool when the door to the habsuite opens, ice spills through your veins as his optics flick to you and away. Because he’s limping inside, one wing hanging at a funny angle and his arm tucked against his frame, the metal plating warped. “Staring is rude,” he hisses as he shuts the door behind himself and heads straight for his berth to slump on his front partially on it with a low noise of pain. Did those Autobots he’s told you about do this? Heart pounding as you climb out of the water and grab a towel to wrap around yourself, you hurry across the narrow cat highway he’d assembled to let you come and go from his berth to his desk at will.

• Hears your bare feet padding across his berth and he rumbles a warning, his good wing lifting. Isn’t in the mood to be teased. Hurts too much and his self healing systems are struggling to deal with the damage. Needs to go to the medic, but doesn’t really trust Knockout. Though being grounded and unable to escape might be worse than anything the medic could do to him on Megatron’s orders. Because the problem with trying for more, with maneuvering himself into a place where he has the most opportunities, is that it also means making himself singularly vulnerable. “Why aren’t you in Medbay?” You ask, a small hand touching his damaged wing to make his whole frame shudder violently.

• You don’t flinch when his head turns and his lip lifts to flash his denta at you. Know his wings are sensitive and this one is barely still attached. Has to be excruciating. “I’m fine,” he growls and your brows lift. ‘Stop being a baby and go to the medbay,’ you insist, pushing at his arm even though you know you’re not moving him unless he wants to be moved. ‘You’re bleeding everywhere. Was it the Autobots?’ You ask and he makes a rough noise that takes you a minute to understand is pained laughter. There’s something desperately afraid and angry in the sound and you hesitate. Knowing it wasn’t the Autobots. You’ve seen him get roughed up by Megatron in fits of temper before, but never like this. Swearing softly, you duck under his arm to touch his cheek.

• Turning his head away, he can still sense you right there even before you touch the mesh of his neck. “We could leave,” you whisper and he laughs bitterly again even though it hurts. Where do you think he could go where he wouldn’t be found by one side or the other? And leaving means giving up on his aspirations. On relegating himself to obscurity when he’s meant for more. Meant to lead. ‘And where would we go? Would you hide me from Optimus, Megatron, and your own people?’ He snarls angrily and you ease down to sit against him. ‘I refuse to hide in some hole.’

• Huffing out a breath, for a moment you’d actually thought he might say okay this time. That the two of you could run away from the war. Start over. And it’s a silly dream. Know that because you know him. Know he’s hungry, ambitious. Inhaling when his good hand cups against you to press you to him when you start to get up, his servos are trembling faintly. “Stay,” he growls, the word low and vulnerable. Relaxing against him, you rest your cheek against his palm. ‘Where would I go?’ You whisper back, because you know how hard it is to ask for help. Know that it’s safer to lash out, to be on constant guard. Let no one close so that they can’t hurt you. Know it became you’ve lived it.

[kaioty-summer]

Hey, did y'all see this?

I saw this when running newpipe. But wait, it gets deeper. I clicked on the details buttons and it said as of today, we have 83 days left until Google rolls out this new requirement for apps inside and outside of the google play store. If any developer disagrees with their new terms and fees, they will be blocked!

I'll share some of the info below:

Looks like they're trying to nuke the remaining privacy and freedoms we have left on the internet.

What to do?

-Get your developer friends to not comply to their new guides

- Sign the open letter on the site and take action by checking out thwir full resources list on their website as well!

To summarize, this is all daunting especially when you feel all alone with unfair and inhumane regulations comming out faster than improvements but we got this working together!

Share the link with your friends, family and anyone who will listen!

Your phone is about to stop being yours. In September 2026, Google will block every Android app whose developer hasn't registered with them.

EDIT: It's messy but I've added alt texts!

[jhoca]

Haytham and Shay

just some doodles of Haytham and Shay (part 1/?)

my art  (my ac art)  |  shop  |  instagram

[teainlungs]

after a long parting

selfship

[t-a-a-1]

Hello, would you do a new Optimus (from ROTB) fanfic, whatever be a continuation or a new one, he is one of my favorite and there is very little (almoust nothing) about him, It's a new fanfic, maybe one where the user is his soulmate but is a human and he still have complicated feelings about human kind, or maybe the reader is a cybertronian but it is a decepticon so make more complicated everething (Sorry my bad english, is not my first language)

Thank you.

Consequences

Warnings: Very suggestive content?IDK I wouldn't mark this as nsfw but just to be sure MDNI

ROTB Optimus x Female Reader. 4.2k words

The entire base fell silent as Optimus pulled up. As soon as he arrived, he transformed back to his form. 

It was going to be hell.

Mirage picked Noah up and walked away, not wanting him to be part of collateral damage. 

The rest of the Autobots were on standby and took a few steps  back. 

Leaving you in the middle. Not like you were able to walk a lot anyway. Not with an injured ankle. 

“I cannot believe you,” Optimus said, kneeling down to have a better look at you.  “You have always done stupid and reckless things but you have surpassed your limits.”

“It was fine,” You look up at him, hating how small you are compared to him. There was the option to take the stairs and get to the second level but doing that seemed more humiliating.   “Everything turned out just fine.”

“Fine?” he raises his voice, making the rest of the group shiver. Not one liked an angered Prime. You didn’t either but you couldn’t backdown.  “You risked the life of my Autobots! You entered the building knowing very well what MECH is capable of!!”

“There were civilians inside, we rescued three of them!”

“You don’t need my entire team to rescue three civilians.”

Optimus was a great leader. That you couldn’t deny. He was a soldier and a warrior. Hence why sometimes he was sent to do solo missions. And who had to take leadership while he was gone? You. Which you didn’t mind but Optimus and you had different priorities.

“We didn’t know where they were, the flames were burning the building way too fast! The only and fastest solution was to take everyone inside, disperse and communicate when they found civilians.”

“Bumblebee lost an arm in the process.”

“He is under repair right now, he’ll be fine,” you say, wanting to really, really sit down. 

Being awake for more than 24 hours and having a broken arm was exhausting. You simply wanted to be in bed and not have to look at a bot’s handsome face.

Wait, what?

 “It's not fine. You cannot be reckless. If you want to put your life in the line, do it. But do not risk the life of my Autobots.”

“Nothing happened Prime!”

You finally raised your voice, annoyed. What is the point in all of this? Everyone is fine. It seemed like he wanted to put you more in the spot in front of everyone simply for the sake of it. 

“That building could have easily been a trap set up by MECH and you easily fell for it!”

“I had to do what I had to to save human lives!”

“At the cost of the lives of my Autobots?” Optimus stands up. He hasn’t taken off his battle mask and for some reason, that angered you even more.

 “You are simply not fit to make those decisions! You are no leader! You are simply an idiot!”

You step back. 

Optimus immediately regretted it. The moment he saw fear for the time in your face. 

“I—”

“It's fine,” you cut him off. 

You don’t say anything else. You simply walk away.

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It was a total joy for everyone when Ratchet had finally arrived on Earth. He has been on stasis mode for a long time and it wasn’t only until a few months ago that the team found him. During a scouting mission in the Amazon rainforest.

It was you who actually found him. Even when Prime didn’t want to risk venturing too deep into the jungle.

You had a ‘hunch’ or whatever humans called it. 

And that’s when you found his stasis pod. 

Now the group had a medic and most importantly, a friend. 

One that was clearly not ok with the current situation. He could tell that his old friend was upset by something. Or by someone, rather. 

“I heard that you were part of some rather … interesting conflict,” Ratchet said “Would you care to share the details?”

“Nothing of importance.”

Optimus heavily sighed as he walked through the room. Pretending to care for any of Ratchet’s experiments. He looked focused but Ratchet knows his better than that. 

The Prime might be a leader. But science? That bot doesn’t even know what H2O stands for.

Ratchet waited for a few seconds.

“Just someone who’s unable to perform their job.”

Ah, yes, so he did want to talk.

“Does this person not have the experience or the skill?”

“She possesses incredible military knowledge. She’s agile and strong. She’s a natural leader but also knows when to follow. She’s smart and even when situations get complicated she knows how to act.”

Ratchet stayed quiet for a bit longer.

“But most importantly. I believe she’s one of the kindest creatures I’ve known.”

The medic glanced at him and noticed how Prime’s servo formed into a fist just to let go. He looked relaxed. That’s not something he sees often in him.

“Then, it seems like the problem is not her but within.” 

Ratchet walked towards him and placed an energon cup next to him.

“Maybe the reason why you were so angry is not because she lacks skills but because she made you feel scared?”

“I was simply … preoccupied with Bee’s well-being,” Optimus grabbed the energon and retracted his battle mask to drink it. 

“Oh, yes, Bee’s well-being,” the medic pretended to look over his experiments. But in reality he wanted to get closer to him just to read his mannerisms better.

 “And that’s why, when you returned from your mission, you immediately went to check on (Reader)’s status first?” 

“I-I had to check on her health and reprimand her for her careless actions.”

“Careless actions that made you worry for her?” Currently, he worked on a synthetic energon project. The humans had given them all of the resources they had at his disposal. Even when Earth was rich in energon, it did take a lot of ‘money’ from the humans to mine raw energon. Therefore, they supported his project which would ensure a cheaper option in the long run. 

But in his research, he analyzed more than just chemicals. But he noticed the way an old friend would interact with a certain human. 

 “An extreme fear perhaps? When the commander told you she was injured … You thought of the worst, didn’t you? You thought you were going to lose her and that’s the worst kind of fear, isn't it?”

“Its not that.”

“Then maybe, it's because she’s enticing other feelings that have made you act irrationally?” 

“Ratchet, whatever you are implying,” Optimus said. “No.”

“I am not implying anything,” Ratchet walked around the lab table as Optimus turned around to face him. 

“I am simply stating the facts. If that happens to bother you then maybe it is because that’s the truth you don’t want to see.”

“There’s nothing to see.”

“Deception, Optimus?” Ratchet asked. “I thought you weren’t fond of the concept.”

“Ratchet, please, do not make this more complicated than it already is.”

“I think it's you who’s complicating things,” Ratchet grabbed a test tube with blue liquid and mixed it in a cylinder with water. Nothing was going to happen but he just wanted to pretend to be doing something while talking to the Prime.

 “You know, Cybertronians are familiar with interspecies relationships. It's not uncommon in our culture—”

“Ratchet … No.”

“No, what?” The medic looked at Optimus. 

“You know.” 

“No, I don’t.”

Optimus sighed heavily. 

“Sometimes, you are impossible to talk to.”

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“Tragically for you, I am not his pet,” you told the ‘Decepticon’ or whatever the name of his faction was. “If I were, he would at least care more for me … but he simply hates me.”

This was your current circumstance. 

You had a storm off from the base without really thinking things through. 

With a broken arm, you couldn’t drive. Well, maybe you could … but it would be dangerous. Taking a taxi was the second best option but you wanted to walk and have some time to think. 

The subway it was then. The dirty, ugly, subway. You headed that way, trying to look for the closet entry. 

Until a police car stopped right next to you. 

A handsome cop greeted you and asked if you were alright. After all, it was raining and you had an arm cast. He asked if I needed a ride home.

And tragically you were weak against handsome men.

Now you are here. Trapped and at the mercy of Barricade. What does he want? Not sure. He mentioned someone named Megatron. You made a mental note to remember that name. You knew the Autobots must know more. You could ask them, if you get out of this one alive.

“Stop lying. I’ve been watching from a far. Prime favors you.”

“Believe me, if he did, I would know.”

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“So, how long do you think it's going to take for Optimus to realize he likes (Reader)?”

“Wait, Cybertronians can like humans?”

Noah stared at his work partner, Mirage. 

“Yes? I thought you knew this?” Mirage said. “Interspecies relationships used to be pretty common back in Cybertron.”

“Well, for humans it's not,” Noah stretched out his arms, letting out a big sigh of exhaustion after a long shift. “If the boss-bot actually likes (Reader) , which I doubt, he is in for a heartbreak.”

“Are you certain about that? I mean, isn’t there like a possibility that a human and a Cybertronian may get … ya know? Together?” 

Deep down Mirage was looking for a very specific answer. Anything that could give him a little bit of hope. Just a tiny bit to feed into his stupid little fantasies. 

“Well, maybe,” Noah said as he and Mirage exited the secret base with a warehouse facade. “But I still think there’s not way Optimus—”

Suddenly, Noah’s phone rings.

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As quickly as they had gotten out of the base, they came back inside to find Optimus. 

He was at Ratchet’s lab and the Prime looked rather upset talking to the medic. 

“Sorry, to interrupt but I just received a call from a guy called ‘Barricade’ and—” Noah started but Mirage interrupted.

“A ‘Decepticon’ kidnapped (Reader) and we have to meet him in an hour or he’s gonna kill her.” 

Noah turned to look at Mirage who looked at him back.

“What? That’s what he said.”

Noah sighed and looked back at the two older mechs.

“Anyways, I thinking we should plan this out first before we go—”

“Send me  coordinates.”

Optimus interrupted and Noah was getting tired of getting interrupted. But before he could complain, he noticed Optimus’ sudden change of demeanor. 

Noah might not know a lot about Cybertronians nor how they expressed feelings. But he knows about human feelings and what he saw right now in the Prime’s face was … Fear. For  just a mili-second. 

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“You know, it's impossible not to like him,” You talk. Mostly for survival but also because you wanted to talk. And this Barricade guy seems like he doesn’t have much to do either way. “He is a natural leader. The way he talks … There’s an elegance to him and he might be stubborn and angry all the time but … he can be gentle too.”

“Ugh, I do not want to hear about human feelings … It's disgusting!”

He says it's disgusting and yet he is paying attention. 

You look around. The abandoned warehouse smelled like powder. Trying to move your hand, you realize that you can’t really escape. Unless you plan to break another bone besides the one you broke today. 

Even if you wanted to break your wrist all of that requires strength and all of this was exhausting. 

You could barely keep your eyes open. You had gone on a mission about 12 hours ago, broken an arm and now kidnaped. 

“Do Cybertronians not have feelings?” you ask, you know someone would come for you. Prime? Nah. Someone, anyone but him. 

“We do but the way we feel is beyond human comprehension.”

“You know what, I would normally say that kind of statement sounds like a ‘god complex’ … but you have lived for millions of years and evolved in ways humans never will … Maybe you are right.”

Your mind went to Optimus. Maybe that was it. You just didn’t understand him. He saw and experienced things differently. 

You can’t imagine being on a foreign planet. With no way home. He only has his team. The most important thing to him. 

And you had put them in danger. 

“Maybe, I really just don’t understand,” you say almost in a whisper. “I thought I understood Optimus but maybe I don’t.”

“The Prime wasn’t always as stoic as you may know him now.”

The fact that Barricade was talking to you still surprised you but you didn’t mind. He sat down next to you. Still massive in comparison but he was tired of waiting as well. 

“Tale has it he used to be a naive clerk. I don’t know much about the story. But the Prime was stupid before he received the Matrix of Leadership.”

“Does the Matrix automatically make you a stern and angry leader?”

“It made him vile.”

There was no hate in his voice. No. It was … fear. They didn’t have eyes but ‘optics’ and they were expressive. This was new to you. You knew Optimus could be intimidated at times. He was strong and aggressive at times but it was all to protect and defend what’s right. 

But Barricade’s expression was not of simply being ‘scared’ it was about the past. Memories of wars. Of atrocities that might have been committed by the Prime. 

Terror. 

“Uh?”

Stupidly, you questioned him. Not because you didn’t believe him. After all, you knew Optimus had an interesting past. One you did not know about. It was rather out of surprise from his expression. 

“Did he tell you the reason for the fall of Cybertron?”Barricade asks even when he already knows the answer.  “Because he preferred to throw away the All-Spark, our life source, into deep space … before letting us protect it.”

You didn’t want to believe everything he said. But his expression and tone of voice made it difficult not to.

“He preferred for everyone to die than to lose a battle … I hope that says enough about him,” Barricade doesn’t look away. Instead he looks far into the distance as he reminisces about his past. As if he wished something or someone would simply show up. Someone he recognizes, some type of ally in this foreign world. 

Ugh, you really gotta stop sympathizing with evil robots.

“There was to be more than that.” 

“Well that is the truth, whether you want to believe it or not … it's up to you.”

“Just like how I am supposed to believe you guys feel in a way beyond my comprehension?”

You decided to go back to the topic of feelings. Something not so … gloomy. 

“Exactly.”

“Barricade, do you know what love is?” you ask him, trying to move a little in your very uncomfortable seat.  “Just curious.”

“Love doesn’t exist in Cybertron. At least not in the way humans feel it.” he says, looking more comfortable than before.  “We have a word that may be compared to it however.”

He talks in his language. Cybertronian. To you it sounds like gibberish. To him it means more.

“What does that mean?”

“There’s no direct translation. No human word in your language or any language ever created in your world can express what it means … You have to feel it, to understand it.”

Cybertronian culture was always interesting to learn. You knew the basics from what the

Autobots have told you about. But younger bots, Mirage, Bumblebee, Arcee, were all born into the war. They never really got the opportunity to see Cybertron during its ‘golden age’

There was Ratchet who knew more but he always seemed too busy to talk. That leaves Optimus as your only source of information … and it was extremely difficult to talk to him.

“If I fall in love with a Cybertronian, will I understand?”

“Maybe,” he says.  “Ask Prime. He was once in love too.”

Oh.

“...Alright, now you gotta tell me everything you know.” 

“I don’t know much,” Barricade looks up in a thinking manner. “I just know her name was Elita-One … Shockwave killed her.”

“Oh.”

That explains so much. 

A few seconds passed in which I thought about everything. 

Maybe Optimus was right. He had a reason to worry. To be afraid. He has already lost someone dear to him. He can’t afford to lose someone else. He is overly protective but you understand where he is coming from. 

Oh, your poor Optimus. You wished he was here. To apologize and to simply be there for his pain. 

He had called you an idiot, a great offense to you. But now looking back at it, maybe you deserved it. You shouldn’t make your decisions so lightly. Not with something so precious to him. 

 “It must be hard, right? If you guys feel so much … Then it means you also grieve beyond comprehension, right?”

Silence. 

And then he speaks.

“Indeed.”  

You look at him then you look away. Waiting for someone who you know its not going to show up. 

And suddenly …

“You can go.”

“What?”

“Just go. You were right,” Barricade, easily breaks the chains in your other hand without harming you. “He would’ve been here by now if he cared.”

“Told you,” you say, feeling happier than expected. “Also would you mind giving me a ride home?”

“Don’t push it,” Barricade looks down at you. “ We are not friends.”

But you knew you had already won him over.

“Please?”

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“I already said sorry alright! That Decepticon was saying crazy ass numbers and I couldn’t get the coordinates properly!

Noah was in the passenger seat, inside Mirage. Looking desperate to not get in trouble with the Prime.

To say that Optimus was angry was an understatement. That mech had gone mad. 

Driving through the streets looking for you. 

But there was no hint. Nothing. 

Noah thought he had the correct place but the messed up coordinates only took them to a park. 

“Calm down Prime! Noah is trying his best!” Mirage had to step in and defend his human. “(Reader) is strong! She’ll be fine! We’ll find her and you’ll get to confess and all that!” 

“Confess exactly what, Mirage?”

Optimus inquired as he drove through the streets of New York at a speed that shouldn't be possible for a truck.

“You know exactly what I mean—”

Noah’s phone rings and he immediately picks up. 

“Is it him? Is it the Decepticon?!”

Optimus asked, getting way too close to Mirage. Till the point he thought he might scratch his paint. To simply be able to hear the conversation.

“No, wait!”

Noah's face went from worried to confused. To be even more confused … To surprised.

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You lay in bed carefully.

Five in the morning. Just 12 hours ago you were inside a building that was falling apart and saving civilians from a fire. Hours later you were captured by a ‘Decepticon’ and you had a broken arm. 

You wished you had the strength to shower but simply getting out of your clothes was a difficult task. 

Instead you opted for simply getting your pants off and calling it a day. 

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes.  A few seconds later, you feel sleep take over you.

Until bright lights appeared coming from outside your window. Then you heard transforming sounds. 

You turn to face your window only to find a mass-displaced Optimus Prime opening your window and coming inside your room. 

You really couldn’t do this. Not right now. You simply wanted to sleep, not have a scolding from the great Optimus Prime. 

“(Reader)” Optimus started. “Are you alright?”

His voice was …. Unusually gentle. 

You sit on your bed, trying to be as careful as possible with your broken arm. 

“I-I am fine,” you say. “I-um, kinda talked my way out of it.”

“Who was it?”

“His name was Barricade.”

Optimus sits on the floor. His back lays against your bed’s frame. He doesn’t say a word. He simply stays quiet and his silence seems like an invitation to join him. 

Carefully and standing from the bed, you made your way towards him. Sitting on the cold floor next to him. 

This is the first time you have ever been this close to him. You could see every scratch and wire. His metal, some parts looking softer than others. And even lights. His bright blue optics. 

“... I see.”

Optimus says, breaking the silence. 

“Noah said you convinced him to let you go.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘convenience’ … more like just talk.”

This was a strange conversation. Optimus didn’t feel like Optimus. He wasn’t looking at you nor trying to scold you. 

It's as if he was restraining yourself from doing or telling you something.

“Are–are you alright?”

“Yes, I am simply surprised you were able to talk to Barricade and come out of it alive.”

“He even gave me a ride home!”

The prime sighed heavily. Looking stressed. 

“Of course … Only you are able to achieve something like that.”

Silence again.

You wanted to say something but the silence was nice. 

It was nice to see Optimus like this. Under the moonlight. His plating shines, his expression is gentle and you could hear the soft rumbling of his engines. 

His trembling servos … That he tried to hide.

He looks away. Looking outside the window. 

“Apologies, but your scent is bothering me.”

“Ah, yes, sorry I didn’t shower. I am too tired—”

“No, your natural scent is fine,” he says. “But I can smell Barricade’s scent on you.”

You really don’t know how to interpret that. Does it bother him because he is an Autobot and Barricade a Decepticon?

“And … You are showing skin.”

You look down at your legs. 

You are wearing very unflattering underwear, the type that look more like shorts. But you didn’t see how that was a problem to him.

“And that’s a problem … because?”

You look at him.

His optics had an expression to him that you had never seen before. Was he angry? Afraid? … Longing? 

“I was … terrified,” Opimus gets closer to you. “You went on a mission and got hurt. Then right after you get captured by Barricade, a dangerous Decepticon … And I felt so helpless.”

His faceplate is close. Yet, you don’t mind. 

“And you are here now. Right in front of me. Wearing the scent of another mech. And you expect me to not want?”

This definitely wasn’t like him. 

Your heart begins to beat faster. Your mind couldn’t process the moment. Beginning to feel things that were not unknown … but different. You took a deep breath and held it in. Unaware of so many things. You and him. 

You couldn’t believe there was even such a concept. 

“I need you close to me,” he says. “I need you.”

“Optimus, I—”

He kisses you. 

First, gently. With such tenderness you have never felt before. He was careful to not touch your broken arm. 

His servos cupped your face, making you get closer to him. 

Even when he was mass-displaced, He was still big compared to the average human. His metal lips were softer than you expected but you couldn’t fight against them. You didn't want to as they completely overtook over your lips. 

And as surprised as you were … you kissed him back. More vehemently. Passionately. 

From your face, his servos moved down your waste, moving under your blouse and touching your skin. 

His fingertips learning and memorizing each and every inch of your body. 

Soft.

He gently placed you against the floor, his body on top of yours covering you completely. 

You wanted more. 

He needed more. 

His servo then laid in your breasts and you let out a gentle moan. 

“Optimus,” you whisper in between in your kiss. 

The Prime breaks the kiss to take a look at his art. 

Underneath him, you let out heavy breaths. Your heart beating faster. Pink cheeks and red lips swollen from sharing so much passion. 

Primus, he needed more. He wants you. Craves you. To get rid of Barricade’s scent on you and claim you. Fully, thoroughly. 

To love you, freely.

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A/N: The ending was meh but I didn’t know how to finish it. 

Originally, I wanted them to have sloppy and intense sex but I think reader’s room is too small for that. And Optimus would rev his engines so hard that it would be impossible to not wake up her neighbors in her apartment complex. 

Also it would be hard with a  broken arm. 

In my other story they were gonna have crazy sex in Peru next to the waterfalls cause Optimus sounds would be subsided by the sound of running water. 

Anyways, I hope this is somewhat what you wanted.

If I were to write more of this, I think Optimus and Reader wouldn’t get into a relationship but simply more of a casual thing until one of them gets feelings causing them to end the situationship … Reader probably.

Thank you for reading!!!

[yaboyguzma69]

DANGGGGG ANOTHER BANGER FIC!!

[demxnscous]

I have no idea what this is, a blurb, if you will.

Contains: fem-human!reader x Optimus, unrealized pining on Optimus’ end.

Aged, battle-worn Optimus Prime who has taken refuge back on Earth to handle localized Decepticon sightings with his comrades. In his absence, Bumblebee had resumed command once more, establishing a base on a young woman’s countryside property, your acreage. The details of this settlement are unclear, and Optimus is cautious, even with Bumblebee acting as guarantor of your trustworthiness.

Your first meeting is polite, succinct; he is tired, and wishes to rest. He does so in the west field, observing his brethren and you from the outskirts. Always observing.

You hold the faceplate of Bumblebee and tell him to be good before he sets off. Reprimand like a vice when his Autobots tussle over disagreements and your grounds become collateral. Chastisements whilst reaching within one of his comrades’ broken chest pieces to retrieve shrapnel that Ratchet cannot.

He wants to believe your benevolence comes from genuine care, but he’s been betrayed by many a human before. Thus, he finds himself outside the small balcony to your bedroom late into the evening. He doesn’t see how his Autobots have collected in hiding to speculate amongst themselves.

‘What the hell is he doing?’ asks one.

‘He’s barely spoken to her,’ says another.

‘Big guy finally makin’ a move, huh? Must’ve been lonely up in space.’

‘How would that even work?’

‘Use your imagination.’

‘Shut up, all of you.’

Optimus Prime, last of the Prime lineage, Leader of the Autobots, taps gently upon the closed balcony door and awaits.

For a moment, there’s no response from within your bedroom, and Optimus sighs quietly. He braces a hand on the second level siding of your home and begins to turn away. His Autobots share a collective disappointment, their entertainment dashed for the night.

“Optimus?”

Sharp, blue optics fixate on you, clothed in a long robe that has been tied at the waist, feet bare and hair undone. A human, with flesh too soft to be touched by hard metal, teeth against ripened fruit.

‘Great Primus, he’s gonna fuck it up.’

‘Too bad you won’t shut the hell up.’

[yaboyguzma69]

Color me intrigued...

[revelboo]

Hey Revel. My discord got hacked and I potentially lost a lot of jobs and important industry contacts this way and discord support hasn't been able to help. I'm feeling really defeated and can't sleep. Would it be okay to ask for some comforting Optimus? Sorry if this is too much to say.

Oh, hun, I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope you can recover your account soon

Soft AU- Warm

Optimus Prime x reader

• Fingers pressing against your temple, you exhale shakily. Hadn’t expected what had seemed like a small issue to spiral out of control into a mess that you don’t know how to deal with. Had spent all day trying to do damage control and at this point, you’re just so over it. Frustrated and angry, wanting to cry. And a tapping at your balcony window nearly startles you out of your chair at the kitchen counter of your dorm. Head turning, you stare at your assigned mech standing outside your dorm building, leaning to look inside your window. Shoulders hunching, you realize you’d missed your wash appointment with him. That you’d been so upset, that you’d forgotten him.

• Rocking back a step when you open the sliding glass door, he stares at the messy chaos of your hair, servos twitching with the urge to reach out and smooth it down. “Is everything okay?” He asks as you puff out your cheeks to distract him from your hair before you exhale. Had waited for you to show up for joors and had gotten worried. Had been afraid something was wrong and had needed to check on you. ‘I’m so sorry I stood you up,’ you hurriedly say, looking mortified.

• “You don’t owe me all of your time and attention,” he says so seriously that you feel even guiltier about forgetting him because he’s always so understanding. Stepping outside on the balcony, you rest your palms on the railing and he reaches for you, servos stopping just short. Like he still thinks he needs permission. Reaching up, you grip his big servo and he lets you tug his hand your way. ‘Do you still want your wash? You’re probably hungry, right?’ You ask as he studies you.

• “I wouldn’t complain about sharing a meal,” he says, turning his hand over and he still can’t understand how easily you trust as you slide yourself into his palm. Lifting you to cradle against his chassis, he gives in to the temptation to smooth a servo against your hair and you smile up at him. ‘I’d love that,’ you say as he offers you a smile in return. Feels your weak field washing into him with your frustration and stress.

• Leaning over into the warmth of his frame, you can hear and feel the thrum of his internal systems and that alien sound is so familiar after being around him so much now. And after spending hours stressing and trying to figure out a solution, you just want to forget the problem for a little bit. To relax and sit with him. Listen to his deep, rumbling voice. Ask him about his day. Maybe try to explain the problem you’re having to him, though you’re pretty sure he won’t really understand. But you know him. Know he won’t mind you venting to him.

Pick a normal swimsuit or draw 20? Don’t judge me, I like dinosaurs 🤣

[pitzypitzy]

good evening to the only father ever 

[brownininini]

Real man.

Pairing: Dbf! Bucky Barnes x f! Reader.

Word count: +1.4 words.

Summary: An unexpected storm hits your city, and the only nearby shelter is the home of your perfect lover—your father’s best friend.

Tags: MDNI! +18, smut, sexual content (if you are underage, do not interact with this work or I will block you), porn without plot, fingering (f! receiving), pussy slap, oral sex (f! receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, baby trapping, dirty talk, pet names, age gap (reader in her twenties and Bucky in his forties), reader and Bucky have a casual relationship, jealous Bucky, possessive Bucky, no Y/N. No beta reader. My native language is not English, so there may be possible mistakes.

Masterlist.

“Thanks, Buck. Take care of her. Tomorrow, as soon as the rain stops, I’ll come get her.”

That was the last thing Bucky heard from your father before the call ended and he tossed his cell phone onto the bed.

For a few moments, his attention drifted back outside. The rain lashed violently against the windows of the room in a relentless patter. Every few seconds, a clap of thunder tore through the sky, so close it made the glass rattle. It didn’t take long for him to focus on what was right in front of him when he heard your muffled moan and felt your hips move as he fucked you with his fingers.

Bucky gave a crooked smile at the sight of you in need. His fingers shot out of your wet, swollen pussy to deliver a quick slap that made you whimper, then he mercilessly thrust those long fingers back inside you.

“Your father’s worried because his beloved daughter is away from home, and all you’re thinking about is coming.” He taunted as he thrust and curled his fingers harder.

Your lips parted to let out a sharp moan as Bucky pressed upward, right on that spot he knew so well thanks to all those secret encounters.

“O-Oh, fuck,” you gasped as you arched your back. “Keep going, Bucky.”

He could see you were getting close just from his fingers, but he knew better than anyone what drove you wild.

Without wasting any time, he pulled his fingers out again, making you whine in frustration until his hands moved to your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he knelt on the floor.

He didn’t hesitate to bury his face between your legs, sealing his lips around your swollen clitoris and sucking hard enough to make your legs tremble and release your flesh with a wet pop. His tongue slid through your slippery folds, savoring you as if you were his favorite meal.

His thick, graying beard rubbed against your inner thighs and your swollen flesh with every movement of his licks and sucks.

Bucky loved being loud and making it clear to you that only he would eat your pussy like that. And of course, you loved him all the more for it.

Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pushing him even closer to your pussy as you felt that intense pleasure coil through your belly.

“D-Don’t stop!” you commanded, your voice broken by moans.

Your hips shook as the orgasm hit you with devastating force.

His tongue licked desperately, refusing to let a single drop of your juices go to waste.

You gasped for breath as your body went limp in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction, while Bucky trailed open-mouthed kisses down your abdomen, leaving a trail of saliva and your arousal on your skin.

His large hands reached for your breasts, squeezing them gently, and his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss.

“Will you tell me what you were doing out here at this hour, gorgeous?” he asked between kisses on your jaw and neck.

Your hands slid down his torso, savoring the contours of his abdomen and letting his kisses set you ablaze once more.

“Just… a date with a guy,” you whispered as your hand brushed against his erection.

Bucky’s body tensed for a second. A second in which that pang of jealousy and possessiveness flashed through his chest, but he could brush it off as a reaction to the movement of your hand over his underwear.

“A guy?” he teased as he leaned in to take a playful bite out of one of your breasts. “You and I both know a guy couldn’t treat you the way you like… Only a real man can do that.”

His comment didn’t surprise you at all. After all, every time a boy showed up in your life, Bucky would tease you, saying, “Oh, come on. You can do better than that,” or “Stay away from boys and date a man.”

He pushed you to the center of the bed and effortlessly turned you face down. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades to hold you down while the other guided your hips upward.

“And are you really that man, James?” you teased playfully.

His palm immediately smacked your butt, making you let out a little yelp, then he immediately spread your butt cheeks apart and his thumb teased that tight little ring just to watch you squirm in embarrassment.

It was clear he wouldn’t go in the back door if you weren’t ready, but damn, how he enjoyed making you nervous and bringing you down a notch.

“You know the answer.”

Bucky pulled his boxers down just enough to finally pull out his hard cock, the tip flushed and dripping.

The way the head brushed against your pussy made you gasp until it finally began to press against your entrance, forcing you to press your chest against the mattress as you moaned at the sensation of it sliding in.

Feeling it thrust those last few inches in one go made your hands clench the bedsheets.

The initial rhythm consisted of slow glides and quick thrusts, simply because James enjoyed the doggy-style position—it allowed him to see every detail of your ass bouncing and his cock disappearing into your tight heat, while controlling the depth and pace.

“Yes… I love it…” you blurted out without thinking. His voice was tense and breathless. “I love seeing my beautiful girl take it like this.”

His hand on your waist and your hip held you in place to receive the thrusts that were beginning to increase in strength and speed. Each pelvic thrust made your skin slap loudly and the bed sway beneath you.

“O-Oh, Bucky! You fuck me so good.” You moaned as you buried your face in the sheets.

Each thrust was accompanied by a moan or a growl from him as your words pierced his chest.

If he fucked you so well and your little pussy squeezed him so perfectly, it could only mean one thing to him: you were meant for him.

It didn’t matter that you were younger than him, that your relationship was casual and without commitment, or that you were his best friend’s daughter; he didn’t want to let you go anymore—you fit perfectly in his arms.

His movements grew wilder, more primal.

His body leaned over yours to wrap one arm around your torso while his other hand slid between your legs. The touch on your clitoris was bold; his fingers pinched and rolled the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.

“Mine. My pretty girl,” he growled into your ear. “My little toy.”

Your tight walls clenched around him as you moaned uncontrollably and tears streamed down your cheeks. Each contraction made his vision blur for a second and his muscles tense like a spring ready to snap.

“I should knock you up…” he whispered to himself at first. “No more worried dad because you’re away from home. No more idiots who don’t know how to treat a girl like you. Just me, having my beautiful girl at home and being so sweet as to let me use her gorgeous pussy whenever I want.

His cock slid in as if its sole purpose were to tear your tight pussy apart as it should be.

You trembled uncontrollably beneath him while your face was covered in tears and saliva—you’d started drooling, completely drunk on his cock. It was the first time James had been so possessive and talked about getting you pregnant, but you were so overwhelmed that you could only nod weakly.

Bucky’s hips shuddered. He was thrilled to know you were willing to be his.

“I’m going to fill you up… I’m going to put a baby inside you.”

Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm left you breathless for a few seconds and your walls squeezed him tightly. With a hoarse groan, he slammed his hips into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as his orgasm washed over him.

His hips jerked with every spurt that was released inside you; for your part, you could only tremble and whimper as his throbbing cock pulsed against your sensitive pussy.

“That’s it… Good girl. Take it all.”

He was still fucking you shallowly to squeeze every last drop from his balls, while his hand moved to your belly and he let himself imagine a future in which he would have you all to himself, living in his house with his child growing inside you.

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Note: I haven't been able to write anything lately; I have several drafts that haven't progressed and new ideas that I haven't been able to get started on, but I'll do my best to be more active.

[yaboyguzma69]

Damnnnnnn I can't take this 🥵

[heldbybarnes]

Hear me out. Beefy!Bucky (because we love him in this house) and his plus sized girlfriend (not just chubby, but like size 20ish). She's never been able to wear her boyfriend's clothes because they're too small. Enter Bucky with his broad shoulders and big arms. The first time she wears one of his Henleys and it's BIG on her she gets all emotional. Cue Bucky being so sweet and soft with her. And maybe telling her how hot she looks in his clothes.

The soft hum of the heater filled the living room as rain beat against the tall windows.

You stood in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed over your chest, staring at the laundry basket like it had personally betrayed you. Your favorite oversized sweater, the one that usually made you feel cozy and cute, was now covered in coffee from an unfortunate spill during your morning Zoom call.

And nothing else in your drawer felt right.

Bucky wandered in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. Even in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, he looked massive. The serum had carved him into something broader, stronger, and unfairly gorgeous. His shoulders strained the fabric, biceps flexing with the smallest movement. At 6’1” and built like a walking wall, he made doorways look narrow.

“You okay, doll?” His voice was low, warm, that slight Brooklyn drawl still clinging after all these decades.

You sighed. “Laundry disaster. I’ve got nothing comfortable to wear, and I’m not squeezing into work clothes again today.”

He tilted his head, metal arm whirring softly as he tossed the towel aside. “Wear mine.”

You blinked. “Buck… we’ve had this conversation. Your stuff doesn’t fit me.”

It was true. In every past relationship, you’d been the plus-sized girl who watched wistfully as girlfriends stole their boyfriends’ hoodies. But Bucky’s clothes? They were tailored by necessity to a super soldier frame. You were a size 20—soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs, full breasts—and proud of it on good days. On bad days, the world reminded you that “one size fits all” was a cruel joke.

Bucky stepped closer, ducking his head to catch your eyes. “Try it anyway. For me?”

He pulled open the middle drawer and fished out one of his henleys—charcoal gray, well-worn, the kind that smelled like cedarwood soap and him. The fabric looked enormous in his hands. You hesitated, then took it, disappearing into the bathroom.

The cotton slid over your head like a dream.

It didn’t cling. It didn’t pull tight across your chest or stomach. The hem fell past your hips, brushing mid-thigh. The sleeves, meant to hug his massive arms, draped loosely over yours, cuffs hanging well past your wrists. The wide neckline slipped off one shoulder, exposing soft skin.

You stared in the mirror, heart suddenly too loud in your ears.

It was big on you.

Comfortably, beautifully big.

Your eyes stung.

You’d spent years making peace with your body—learning to love the way it filled out dresses, how it moved when you danced alone in the kitchen, the power in your thick thighs when you climbed stairs without complaint. But this? This quiet proof that someone else’s size could finally wrap around yours without effort felt like a missing piece clicking into place.

A soft knock. “Doll?”

You opened the door.

Bucky stood there, and the expression on his face made your breath catch. His blue eyes widened, then softened into something reverent. He stepped inside, closing the distance until his hands settled on your waist. His thumbs stroked slow circles over the fabric.

“Goddamn,” he breathed.

You let out a watery laugh, swiping at your eyes. “It’s huge on me.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “It looks perfect.”

He guided you gently toward the full-length mirror, standing behind you. His chin rested on top of your head, arms wrapping around your middle. In the reflection, you looked swallowed up by him in the best way—soft curves draped in his shirt, his broad chest framing you like he was built to shield you from everything.

“I’ve never…” Your voice cracked. “I’ve never been able to wear a boyfriend’s clothes before. They always looked ridiculous or didn’t close or just… didn’t work. I told myself it didn’t matter, but—”

“Hey.” Bucky turned you in his arms, cupping your face with both hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears that had spilled over. “You listen to me, okay? You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Every inch of you.”

His hands slid down, squeezing your hips gently. “These drive me crazy.”

One palm smoothed over the soft curve of your belly beneath the henley. “Makes me want to lay my head there every damn night.”

His voice softened further. “Your arms, your thighs, the way you fill up a room just by smiling… baby, I love all of it.”

You leaned into his touch, emotions swirling.

He kissed your forehead, then your temple, then the tip of your nose. “Seeing you in my shirt? Fuck, it’s doing things to me. You look soft. You look like mine. Like you belong right here, wrapped up in everything I am.”

His voice dropped lower, warm breath brushing your ear. “And hot. Really hot. The way it slips off your shoulder like that? I’m trying real hard to be a gentleman, but all I can think about is how good my hands look on you right now.”

A shy smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He pulled back just enough to look at you fully, eyes dark with affection and heat. “Turn around for me?”

You did a slow spin, the hem flaring out. Bucky made a low, appreciative sound that sent warmth pooling in your stomach.

“C’mere.” He tugged you toward the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling you between his spread thighs. His hands slid under the hem of the henley, palms warm against your bare skin. “You feel that? How perfectly you fit against me? Doesn’t matter what the size tag says. You were made to wear my clothes. Made to be right here.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tilting his face up. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. You big softie.”

He grinned—that rare, boyish smile that still made your heart flip. “Love you more, doll. Especially like this.”

He leaned in, kissing you slow and deep, hands roaming reverently over every curve the henley now claimed as its territory.

Later, you ended up curled against his chest on the couch, his henley still on, now paired with his thick socks that bunched adorably at your ankles. Bucky traced patterns on your thigh, occasionally dipping under the fabric just to feel you.

“You know,” he murmured against your hair, “I’m buying you ten more of these. Different colors. Maybe I’ll start wearing your sweaters too, just to even things out.”

You laughed, pressing closer. “They’d be tight on you.”

“Exactly.” He kissed the top of your head. “And I’d still think you looked better in mine.”

The rain kept falling outside, but inside, wrapped in Bucky’s shirt and his arms, the world felt exactly the right size.

[yaboyguzma69]

Size 22 here. Thank you for this ❤️❤️❤️

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A Mermaid Bride || James Norrington ||

A/n: Freaking obsessed with Mermaids and Greek Myths right now

The first time you kissed James Norrington, it was to save his life.

A storm had descended upon the Caribbean with a fury that seemed almost unnatural. The sea had risen into towering black waves, and the Dauntless had groaned beneath the punishment of wind and water. Even from the hidden waters of Whitecap Bay, you had heard the storm’s rage.

Then you had heard something else.

A heartbeat. One you had learned to recognize among thousands.

James.

By the time you reached the wreckage, he was already sinking.

His dark hair floated around him like ink, his uniform heavy with seawater as he descended into the deep. His eyes were closed, his face pale, and panic unlike anything you had ever felt seized your chest.

Without hesitation, you caught him.

You held him close, your tail beating furiously through the water as you swam upward. But you knew he had been beneath the sea for too long.

So, with trembling hands, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his.

A mermaid’s kiss.

The blessing of the sea.

Something that so many sailors sought after yet never got.

His chest suddenly convulsed, and he coughed, eyes flying open in confusion.

You had never been so relieved in your life. “Hello, James.”

He blinked once then twice. “You…” he rasped and promptly passed out again.

The second kiss happened several weeks later.

James had been visiting Whitecap Bay more frequently, much to the horror of his crew and the delight of your sisters, who had taken to peeking out from behind rocks to watch the strange human who kept returning.

That afternoon, he had brought you a gift.

A silver comb.

You had stared at it with wonder.

“It is for your hair,” he explained.

“I have shells.”

“......I know you have shells.”

“And pearls.”

"....Yes...?"

“And bits of coral.”

“I am aware.”

You smiled brightly. “This is my favorite.”

He could not help smiling in return.

The day had ended with both of you sitting upon the rocks as the sunset painted the ocean gold and pink.

You had leaned forward, he had met you halfway.

The kiss had been soft.

Gentle.

The sort that lingered.

When you finally pulled away, one of your sisters shrieked from somewhere behind the rocks.

Another let out an excited squeal.

A third immediately dove underwater.

You frowned. “They’re being strange.”

James chuckled. “Perhaps they simply enjoy gossip.”

You shrugged.Mermaids were odd creatures sometimes.

The third kiss happened entirely by accident. You were in Port Royal again.

You had managed to gain legs and walk upon land with only minimal falling.

James considered this a remarkable improvement.

You disagreed.

Humans had far too many unnecessary obstacles. Why were stairs a thing?

Why did rugs move?

And why did chairs possess corners sharp enough to bruise?

You had spent the better part of an hour complaining while James tried and failed not to laugh.

“You find my suffering amusing.”

“A little.”

“You’re cruel.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

You huffed and folded your arms.

Then, because he looked so pleased with himself, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

Except he turned his head at precisely the wrong moment.

Or perhaps the right one.

Your lips met.

You both froze.For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Then you pulled away, your breath hitching as you quickly dropped your gaze.

James looked equally stunned.

“I…” you began.

“I…”

Neither of you finished.

The sound of splashing interrupted you.

Three mermaids surfaced in the harbor.

All three were grinning.

Your eldest sister looked positively delighted. “Oh!” she cried. “You did it!”

You blinked. “Did what?”

She looked at James then towards you as she then smiled even wider. “You married him.”

Awkward silence as a gull squawked somewhere overhead.

“…What?”

“Three kisses!” your sister announced happily. “One to save, one of affection, and one of love. Congratulations!”

You stared at her.

James stared at her.

“Congratulations on what?” you asked.

“Your marriage, obviously.”

Another long awkward moment of silence followed as you both tried to process what as just said.

Then James slowly said, “I beg your pardon?”

Your sister looked confused. “Did no one tell you?”

“No one told us what?”

She tilted her head. “That is how mermaids choose mates.”

You blinked.

James blinked.

“Three kisses bind your souls together. It has been our law for centuries....sister! Did you not tell the human?!"

“I forgot!”

“How do you forget a binding ritual?”

“It never seemed important!” You stated weakly.

James slowly turned toward you.“What binding ritual?”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes as terrible silence followed.

Then you whispered, “In mermaid custom… if one of our kind gives the same human three kisses, the sea recognizes them as bonded mates.”

James looked as though he had forgotten how to breathe.

Your sister, meanwhile, looked thrilled.

Another mermaid surfaced beside her. “Oh, your children will be beautiful.”

You nearly choked. “Children?!”

“....Eventually.” She trailed off.

“We just accidentally married one another!”

“That is generally how marriage works.”

“It absolutely is not!” James finally exclaimed.

Your sisters exchanged glances.Humans were strange.

That evening, you sat together upon the beach in silence, neither of you had spoken for several minutes.

The waves lapped gently against the shore.

Finally, you sighed. “I am very sorry.”

James looked at you. “For what?”

“I accidentally married you.”

To your surprise, he laughed.A genuine laugh.

You frowned. “Why are you laughing?”

He shook his head. “I spent my entire life believing I would marry for duty. For politics. For expectation.”

He looked out at the sea then closed his eyes as the wind blew through his dark hair. “And instead…” He turned toward you as a soft smile touched his lips.

“I somehow ended up accidentally married to a mermaid.”

You couldn’t help smiling too. "It is rather ridiculous."

“It truly is.”

Silence settled between you once more.

Then you looked down at your hands. “If… if you do not wish this…” you said quietly, “I can ask my sisters if there is a way to undo it.”

The words hurt to say, more than you expected as your heart tightened in your chest.

James looked at you for a long moment.Then he reached over and gently took your hand.

Your breath caught.

“Do you wish to undo it?” He asked.

You looked at him.

At his kind eyes.

At the man who had seen your true form and never feared you. The man who visited Whitecap Bay simply because he enjoyed your company. The man you had, somewhere along the way, fallen deeply and hopelessly in love with.

“No,” you whispered, tears shinning in your eyes, a few threatening to fall.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles.A smile slowly spread across his face. “Neither do I.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him then your entire face lit up. “You mean it?”

“I do.”

You launched yourself at him so suddenly that he nearly toppled backward into the sand.

He laughed as you wrapped your arms around him.

“You are very strange, James Norrington.” Your voice muffled as you hid your face into his neck.

“So I’ve been told.”

You pulled back just enough to smile at him. “And apparently my husband.”

He smiled in return. “Apparently so.”

Above them, hidden among the rocks, three mermaids watched.

One sighed dreamily.

Another grinned.

The eldest simply nodded. “Yes,” she said with satisfaction. “Their children are going to be adorable.”

As you two shared a kiss, while the moon shined down on you both, and everything was perfect.