Hii so I have an idea for a Spencer Reid x reader đ Like the reader is autistic and Spence is the only one sheâs comfortable with beeing touched by, and he always knows what sheâs thinking so when she has problems verbalising something he helps herđ Sorry if this is too specific đ đđ -Anonâ€ïž
Iâve never wrote Autistic reader before, I tried, Iâm not sure if itâs what you are looking for(I tried my best heh so itâs probably baaad)
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Sorry if this is a bit long, but maybe it could start something like this?
Y/N visits Sam at college with Optimus, who might've came with to harass Sam about helping like an alternative to the scene where they meet at the graveyard. Leo follows Sam out, probably harassing him about the website or whatnot, and basically just kinda stops like "You didn't tell me your sister was hot!" before running up ahead to hit on her, with Sam having his fifth mental breakdown of the day. Optimus isn't happy with Sam's dormmate, to say the least.
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Bayverse! Optimus Prime x fem!AFAB!human! Reader
OP in love with Sam's friend who is like an older sister of Sam is my favorite trope đđ đ»
Smut smut smut!!!
Warnings: size-difference! tried to keep this realistic so no penetrative sex. cock humping, clit stimulation. messy cum đ„Ž Also cheesy flirtations from Leo
You were sitting inside Optimus who was in his semi-trailer form as you both waited for Sam to come out of his dorm building so you could surprise him. âYou think heâll be excited to see me, Optimus?â you ask softly, âI know itâs only been one day since heâs been here, but I was so upset I couldnât help him move in,â you say with a small hint of guilt in your voice.Â
âMy dear sweet spark, Sam would be happy to see you,â Optimus said in his soothing deep voice in reassurance through his radio. You smile before affectionately rubbing your hand over his steering wheel. You open your mouth to say something when you see Sam walking out of the building with his roommate in tow. âOh, look! Heâs coming out!â you say happily as you scramble out of Optimus.Â
âSam!â You call out to him, effectively grabbing his attention. âY/N?â Sam says happily as he sees you waving over to him with Optimus chilling behind you with his engine revving. Sam rushes over to pull you into a big hug as he lifts you slightly in his tight embrace. You can't help but giggle brightly as you wrap my arms around his neck tightly. âGod, Iâm the worst big sister ever-,â you start before you get rudely interrupted by Leoâs low wolf whistle making you pull back from the hug and look at him with a raised brow. âDamn, Sam! You didnât tell me your sister was a babe,â Leo says as he pushes Sam to the side a bit as Leo grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles, âIâm Leo, Samâs roommate, and hopefully your future husband,â Leo winks. Sam watches the scene unfold as he tries not to burst out laughing at the clear disgust on your face. Optimus is fuming at the scene knowing you're not exactly enjoying the flirt. Your brows raise in shock as you pull your hand away from him. âCharmed,â you say sarcastically as you wipe your knuckles on Samâs shirt. You turn back to Sam, âAnyways, hon. My husband,â you pause to look at Leo as you lift your hand with your wedding band on it that you wear to fend off creepy men then look back at Sam, âwanted to talk to you. He said it was urgent. So, go get Bee and meet up with us,â you say in a more relaxed tone as you look at Sam. Sam can't help but chuckle lightly before realizing you're talking about Optimus and he let out a sigh. âReally? I canât have one day?â Sam asks exasperated. âNope!â you say as you pop the âpâ, âAnd you know you canât really say no to me and Iâm not exactly asking,â you finish with a cheeky smile before walking over to Optimus and getting inside. âSee you soon!â you say sweetly.Â
âWait! Hereâs my number in case your husband doesnât work out or if you want some spice in your life,â Leo says as he hands you a folded-up piece of paper and he blows you a kiss. Optimusâ engine revs loudly in annoyance at Leoâs insistence. You look at him incredulously and canât help the laugh that comes out of you, âI genuinely donât know where you get this confidence to go after a married woman, but Iâm very much not interested, kid,â you scoff. âLeo, buddy. Trust me. Her husband is a god compared to you,â Sam adds as his hand pats Leoâs back as he guides him away from you.Â
You crumple up the number and toss it aside as Optimus peels out of the parking lot. After a few minutes of driving at a fast speed and Optimus being oddly quiet, you decide to speak up. âMy love?â you ask softly only to hear nothing but silence. You sigh softly, âYou know youâre the best thing to happen to me right? That Iâll never get tired of you and that itâs always you on my mind right? The only one who gets me all hot and bothered,â you say reassuringly with a small giggle at your last statement as your hand caresses the dashboard in a soothing manner. âI know that. Iâm not upset with you. Never with you, my sweet spark,â Optimus says with a soft sigh before pulling off to the side of the road and into a small forested area as he transformed into his humanoid form with you in his servos.Â
He finds a tree and sits down with his back against it as he lifts you up to his face and carefully places kisses on your face and lips. âNo one else could ever have you,â Optimus says as his spike is released and his other hand reaches under your dress to take off your panties only to realize you werenât wearing any and he lets out a low rumbling growl. You smirk slightly, âI have to keep things interesting, Optimus,â you say teasingly. âMy wife,â he says possessively and places you against his warmed-up spike making a shiver run down your spine. His voice and possessiveness were something youâd never dealt with before with him. Optimus was always so gentle and loving, but this⊠this was primal and rough. You begin to rock your hips lightly as your slick covers his spike making it easy for you to feel the ridges of his spike against your clit making you let out breathy moans. His servo wraps around your torso in a firm grip. âPrimus, youâre mine,â Optimus groans out as he gently rocks his hips lightly to create more friction as you grind against his large spike. Your hands grip his spike as you let out a whine at the feeling of him, âIâm yours. N-no one elseâs. I love you, I love you,â you whimper out desperately as your orgasm approaches. Transfluids start to leak from his tip and he pushes your hips down as he starts to apply more pressure to his length as he let out a deep moan from the feeling. Your juices have coated his spike as your thighs tighten and they become lubed up from your essence dripping down the sides of his spike. ââM close, my love,â you gasp out as you continue to moan and whimper from the pleasure. âOptimus!â you cry out as your orgasm wracks through your body and your thighs squeeze around him. Optimus hasnât stopped moving you against his spike as his hand moves down to hold your lower back and ass to continue the grinding. âY-Y/N,â he groans loudly as he twitches and the transfluids shoot out from his spike in large spurts against his abdomen and breastplates.Â
You watch the liquid shine against him and you bite your lip softly. âI⊠donât think Iâll ever get tired of seeing that,â you say lovingly before looking into his blue optics. âJealousy seems to be a great motivator for you⊠itâs quite sexy seeing you so- whatâs the word,â you pause, âso deliciously possessive,â you finish with a smile and a small giggle. Optimus lets out a small chuckle as he raises his other servo to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. âI wasnât too rough?â he asks softly with slight concern. âYour grip may have been too tight, but would I change that? Absolutely not. In fact, I like this rough side a bit,â you smile cutely, âitâs kinda, super, mega sexy,â you giggle brightly making Optimus laugh softly with you. âI love you with all of my spark and every inch of my being, Y/N,â Optimus says lovingly as he leans down a bit to rest his forehead against yours gently. Your hands go on either side of his face as you place soft kisses on his lips, nose, and forehead before resting your forehead back against his as you both close your eyes to breathe in the moment. âI adore you and every bit of me forever belongs to you. Mind, body, and soul. I love you,â you say in a soft whisper.
Bonus:
Sam turns to Bee at the place they were supposed to meet you and Optimus at. "Where are they?" Sam asks confused. Bee shrugs his shoulders and lifts his servos slightly, "Hell if I know," he says through multiple channel changes through his radio.
A/N: lmk what y'all thought about it!! comments appreciated đ«¶đ» tips are also appreciated, no matter how small đ much love and kisses to you all
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I miss my boyfriend, need him in the most gut wrenching, vile, unholy and downbad way possible.
Need to kiss him until we're both left breathless, my fingers tangling in his hair as I grip the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer until we pull away, our labored breaths mingling together as we take a moment to gather what little sense we have left.
Need to slowly unbutton his shirt, leaving a trail of kisses from his lips, to his jawline, to his neck, all the way down to his belt line, looking up at him for permission to continue.
Need to see his ears turn red at the sound of his buckle coming undone and falling beside his hips.
Need to hear his breath catch in his throat and feel his hips buck a bit as I reach into his pants to finally stroke his cock, looking up only to see his head is thrown back in pleasure as I make my work.
Licking a strip up his length, leaving a wet open mouthed kiss to his tip, earning a quiet whine from him as I feel his grip in my hair tighten ever so slightly...
In short, im down bad for my man and need him in more ways than he could ever comprehend... I'm doomed aren't i...
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You are the farmerâs pride and joy for more reasons than one. While you cost him a small fortune, you were also his golden star, his unbeatable champion. Year after year, you swept every competition, taking home ribbons, trophies, and the envy of every breeder in the region.
Unlike the other sheep hybrids, who lived in the shared barn and played in the open pastures, you had special privileges. You didnât sleep in the hay or get your wool dirtied by the wind. You lived in the farmhouse, pampered and pristine, treated like royalty. The farmer insisted it was necessary. "Canât risk my best girl getting scratched up or dirty before the show," heâd say with a chuckle, running his calloused hand gently down your back.
You adored Mr. Farmer. He cared for you. He treated you kindly, spoke to you sweetly, and always made sure you felt safe, cherished⊠and good.
Every morning before dawn, he would comb through your wool with practiced care, ensuring not a single curl was out of place while telling you sweet things. As you straddle his lap and grinded on his harden member.
âLook at you such a perfect little thing. You were made for the spotlight, sweetheart," he murmured against your ear as his hips rocked forward to bury himself deep inside you. While you rolled eyes back in bliss, you loved the feel of his cock as such as you loved winning.
"Youâre going to be the prettiest one on stage again. You're going to bring back another ribbon, right?", He whisper gripping your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move.
The thought of winning another ribbon, of being the prettiest on that stage, made you clench around his thick cock.
He pistoned his hips, driving into you with increasing urgency bring you nothing but pleasure.
"Yesss! Ahh, " you cried out.
With a final thrust, he emptied himself in your womb painting your walls white while you came around his throbbing cock.
Panting harshly, he slumped against you, his softening cock still nestled inside you cum-filled pussy. He pressed his forehead against you, his eyes locked with your dazed gaze.
"You did good.... you will always do good...my pretty little champion," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
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CAN I PRETTY PLEASSSEEE request more child! Reader with squid games caretakersđż. The one I read a bit back was super comforting and I highkey want moređ
Squid game male characters x little girl reader
Ok I see that you liked this dynamic and it's good, it also helps my inner child so I bring you more, and here I will put writings of the characters in the first and second seasons âĄ
If you want me to do it with the female characters, let me know!
master list!
> Seong Gi-hun
With him the tea parties were never boring
He always made you laugh and made sure you had fun even when your mother looked at him sternly for being with you longer than he should, now you won't finish the schoolwork.
He wasn't a good father, admitted it, but at least he tried and this time he didn't make the same mistake as did with your little sister.
âI think the princess would love to have more tea! âHe said in a squeaky voice moving your toy doll as if she was the one talking.
You laughed and served him more with a fine movement, you loved the few moments spent with your father.
But you also noticed the tension that your father and mother had every time he came home and that was something that you didn't like, you were small but not ignorant, you could see that something was wrong between them, you just didn't know what it was about and that led you to commit some pranks that in your mind seemed innocent.
Like, for example, sneaking out of school to go see him, at first he would congratulate you for being so smart but then he would scold you for putting yourself at that risk.
âI like that you come to see me but don't do it this way, your mother would kill me âHe said taking your hand as both walked through the subway to take the train back to school.
âShe doesn't mind âYou said with an innocent smile âbesides, she's busy organizing the move.
âÂżMoving? ÂżWhere are they going to move?
You raised your shoulders without having an answer, neither your mother nor your stepfather wanted to tell and that activated an alert in Gi-hun's head, after taking you to school again was when he found that strange and mysterious man with the briefcase and after that day your father was never the same.
He only wanted the best for you and your little sister and if he had to stay away to protect you that's what he would do.
> Cho Sang-Woo
Walking on his shoulders was the best, you felt like you could see everything from above and you liked hugging him by the neck from time to time.
It was curious how you were the only one who could see him smile genuinely, at first he felt scared when received the news that he was going to be a father, he wasn't going to lie, considered leaving you with your mother and sending money every month but now he couldn't see himself in a world without you.
âÂżDo you want vanilla or strawberry ice cream? âhim asked you as I walked towards the ice cream stand.
âÂĄStrawberry! âYou responded happily while pulling his hair a little like that chef mouse used to do in the movie you liked so much.
He let out a low chuckle and walked towards it but stopped short when he saw a group of men that he instantly recognized walking casually down the sidewalk, they still didn't see Sang-woo but he was sure that if they did there would be problems because of his money problems.
He immediately put you on the ground and walked back the way came from, you looked at him in confusion, but before asking a question he entered a store without letting go of your hand.
âÂżAnd the ice cream?
Your question caught his attention and he took his attentive gaze away from the door.
He formed the best smile could and told you that better choose some candy from there, you excitedly did so, ignoring the tension on his part and after a few minutes fortunately those bullies continued walking without seeing them, Sang-woo was able to release the air trapped in his lungs and returned to you.
After paying for the chocolates you took, both left the store and continued walking back home until Sang-woo met the recruiter.
The recruiter filled him with promises of a stable and secure future for you, a future where he wasn't constantly worried about your safety or whether he had enough money to buy the things you wanted.
He left you in the care of your grandmother and entered the games, it didn't matter what he had to do or the traitorous murderer he would become, he promised to come home and would do that.
> Hwang Jun-ho
No matter what he did, you did exactly the same thing whether it was something common or something dangerous.
ÂżWas he preparing to have cereal for breakfast? You did it too, Âżdid he accidentally spill milk on the table? You also dropped it just to copy it.
You saw him as a hero and bragged at school that your father was a police officer to the point where they bullied you for even listening to it, something you didn't care about because you were still proud to say it.
People used to tell Jun-ho that you were a mini copy of him and that made him smile, because it was true and he was proud of it but also a little terrified of the trouble you were going to get into as you grew up.
He would drop you off at school every morning to make sure brought your breakfast and were well combed and clean, sometimes he struggled with your hair because being a single father he had to resort to video tutorials on the internet but you were always happy with the result.
âIf you can't open your water bottle, ask the teacher for help âYour father said as you got out of the car.
âÂĄYes daddy! âWith your backpack carried on the shoulder and stumbling you ran towards the entrance of the school before they closed, it was already late and there was little tolerance and the teacher at the entrance let you know with an expression of disgust when she saw you.
You apologized with a slight bow and the teacher scolded you, she was already telling you about your punishment when suddenly Jun-ho sounded the sirens of his patrol car to get the teacher's attention.
Your father was still sitting inside the vehicle, only this time showing his best smile and waving at her with one hand.
The woman immediately changed her posture, gave your father a flirtatious smile and gently pushed you into the school, telling you that this was the only exception.
Jun-ho knew how to use his charms and he would use them as long as it was to save you from a school punishment or for them to make exceptions like this.
both had an excellent father-daughter relationship, however, when he went to that island to look for In-ho and then he was found in the water, those were the worst days of your short life. During the time he was in a coma, you slept next to him and your grandmother had to take you off of him by order of the nurses.
The good thing about that is that when Jun-ho opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was your body pressed against his like a little koala looking for comfort.
You were a real daddy's girl.
> Ali Abdul
Due to your nationality you were excluded at school, you didn't care much since the encouraging words of your mother and father always echoed in your head but when you started learning magic tricks to impress your classmates the teasing got worse.
Now you were in the back of your house trying to learn a card magic trick while holding back tears, you didn't want to worry your family, your father was constantly working and your mother was busy taking care of newborn brother.
You knew your family was going through a hard time so tried to make as little noise as possible.
You placed a six diamond card in your left hand and shuffled the other cards with your right hand, you made a quick movement of your hands and the card managed to appear right in the middle of the others
âTaraaaa... âyou said without much encouragement despite your successful result.
Suddenly you heard a joyful applause and turned your head as saw your father coming out of the house looking at you with pride.
âÂĄThat was fantastic princess!
âÂżOh really? ÂĄThank you! âYou said more excited than before, rearranging the cards in your hands to do the trick.
âIt would be an honor to see a great magician do her show.
Despite being absent from you most of the day, he loved you and always reminded you by telling you or just paying you a lot of attention, even if it was only for a short time.
He knew that they bullied you for being different from others, he also suffered that discrimination but he tried to make you feel better every day.
For the next two hours he was attentive to every magic trick you taught him and applauded with pride and surprise every time you finished successfully, may have had no money and social status was horrible but were a united family and that was all that mattered.
He entered the games to help his family move forward, he spent each one thinking about you, your mother and your brother, family was his motivation and in fact, thanks to you he was saved in the game of marbles.
"Nothing is what it seems"
You said at the end of each act of magic and for some reason he remembered the phrase when he was about to fully trust Sang-woo, he didn't and just as you played with illusions and cards, he played with distraction and marbles.
> Hwang In-ho
He is not an excellent father, his work and the hard life he led consumed him as a human, but at the end of the day he always made sure to come to your room to read you a bedtime story, turn on the night light so you wouldn't be afraid of the dark, and stay by your side until you fell asleep.
You were a small lotus flower growing in a minefield, he disliked it but it was the only way to have you by his side, he affectionately called you "little sun" because you illuminated his life among so much death and darkness.
â...And then the circle did this for me âYou finished narrating your day while showing him a paper flower that a guard with the circle figure impregnated on his mask had made for you.
âit's very pretty âHe said after turning on the light to sleep and sitting next to you on the bed.
He was busy most of the day so he asked the guards to take care of you, a wonder for you and a danger for them because if he noticed a single unhealed scratch on your body he would make sure that the guard who didn't take good care of you would pay the consequences.
âIt's time to go to sleep.
In-ho covered you with the blanket and placed a kiss on your forehead while humming a sweet melody that your mother loved.
You pretended to fall asleep and he left the room, usually you were obedient to his every rule but this time would be different.
This occasion was special.
You put on your bunny slippers and left the room wearing your duck pajamas, one of the square guards saw you on the screen but with just two buttons he changed the image to prevent the frontman from seeing you.
You walked cautiously until a triangular guard found you and guided you to a huge room with a childlike atmosphere, a blue sky painted all over the wall with white clouds and rainbows decorating it.
He gave you a radio and you spoke to all the circular workers to start your big plan.
You were a very smart and nice girl so you managed to convince everyone to help you organize a surprise birthday party for your father.
Placed balloons of all colors, confetti bombs everywhere and they made you a cake just as you requested, a large cake with a badly made figure of the frontman on top.
The next morning the mere image of seeing your father wearing his dark gray suit and his trademark mask in the middle of the playground with lots of colorful confetti falling on him and shouts of "Congratulations" from all the workers was enough to make you laugh.
In-ho was on the verge of a breakdown, there was a lot of work to do and you had distracted all his employees with this but he immediately calmed his fury when he saw you smiling like that.
That day was something unusual on the island, all the masked men received a slice of cake and saw their leader, the most firm, severe and imposing man open birthday gifts with his little daughter by his side, that day was an exception and there were no scoldings for helping you.
Now everyone was sure of one thing, you were his great weakness and if something happened to you the frontman would have no mercy on the world.
> The Salesman
The night passed calmly, the boring and monotonous atmosphere of the luxurious house in which you lived was about to consume you when you heard the main gate open, you quickly left your room, ran downstairs and saw your father, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.
âÂżWhat is the reason for this reception? âHe asked you curiously as he placed his briefcase on the floor.
âÂĄI'm bored!
He looked at you in silence and tilted his head a little at the same time as he crouched down to be at your level.
âÂżAnd what do you want to do? âHe asked you even though he already knew your answer.
You had inherited his love for random games, where you didn't know if you would be the next to lose or win, so that was a hobby shared as father and daughter.
âÂĄPoker! âYou said enthusiastically, forming a malicious closed-lipped smile on your mouth as you pulled a set of cards out of your pocket.
He couldn't be more proud, he was molding you into his shape and likeness which wasn't good but not all bad either, when you grow up you will have many freedoms and privileges in exchange for offering desperate people an unreliable opportunity, it wasn't an honest job but at least that way you wouldn't live like he did in his childhood, without a penny to eat.
After you explained the rules, prizes and conditions began to play, you won every time and as a reward he gave you one of your favorite chocolates, a more than special prize considering how strict he was regarding your bedtime.
Until in a bad game you lost, causing a small laugh to come out of your father's mouth.
âLooks like your luck has run out âHe said leaning forward and without erasing his malicious smile.
You looked at him with half-closed eyes and before you knew it he lifted you off the ground and started to make you ribs without mercy.
You yelled at him between laughs to stop but he ignored it, despite being who the salesman was, he was more than happy to share a bit of his vile reality disguised as a childish act with you.
âNow to sleep âHe said seriously once again, walking up the stairs to your room without letting you go âTomorrow you have ballet classes and violin rehearsal, if you arrive sleepy you won't be able to do it.
âÂĄIt's not fair! âyou said with a pout as he placed you on the bed.
âAh, princess, in life nothing is fair âhe murmured, leaning down to leave a fatherly kiss on your head.
He was a heartless and sadistic man who loved the life and work he led but also loved being with you, he just hoped that when you grew up you wouldn't oppose his ideals or else he would have to get rid of you.
> Park Gyeong-seok
You were daddy's princess, while he was doing his paintings in the park you were next to him blowing bubbles and talking about random topics non-stop.
He laughed occasionally at what you said and responded to you but his eyes were still on his work, it was exhausting having to take care of you and your ill sister but there was no better reward than a hug from his two daughters at the end of a long day of work.
âÂĄDaddy can I go see the parade! âYou said excitedly, pointing to the parade of motley that was passing by and handing out candy,
He hesitated for a few seconds, he didn't want to let you go alone and although it was a family environment there were always some risks.
âFine but take your sister âHe responded with a soft smile, you jumped with excitement and ran to your little sister to take her hand and quickly go to the parade.
Na-yeon and you went through all the people stealthily until reached the front where the animal motley were passing by and handing out candy. You jumped once again to get the attention of one of them and they gave you two pieces of candy for you and your sister.
The two continued watching the parade with a smile and curiosity until you were distracted by a clown who made you a dog made of a balloon, you didn't realize how long you were talking and laughing with that man until your father suddenly arrived and picked you up from the ground.
Gyeong-seok looked at the clown distrust and scolded you for your recklessness,
âI told you to take care of your sister, you should not talk to strangers ÂżAnd what have I told you about staying away from me too much?
The minutes he spent anxiously looking for you were torture, when he found your sister in the dressing room with the motley, he immediately noticed your absence and his poor heart almost suffered an attack, he didn't know what he would do if something happened to you or Na-yeon.
âSorry... âYou murmur with tears in your eyes as you still see traces of his previous despair.
He hugged you tightly and turned around to return to his position where he had previously left your sister, he caressed your hair and gave you a kiss on the cheek as an apology for his reaction but you couldn't blame him, you were his world and he would lose his sanity without you.
After your sister's medical situation worsened and she was admitted to the hospital, things got a little complicated, your father knew that he had to find money to pay for her treatment and he would do whatever was necessary, even if that meant having to leave his two daughters in the care of the hospital.
âI don't want to be alone âYou said with a pout on your lips and your arms crossed, although more than upset you were scared of having to go through this situation alone.
âI know princess but I need your help for this ÂżCan I count on you? âHe left a kiss on your forehead and took your hands to join them with his.
Receiving the news that he would have to be away for a few days distressed you a little, your mother died and you didn't want to lose him too.
He didn't want to leave them either, but that man with the briefcase offered him a great opportunity and hope that he couldn't let go.
âYou are my brave girl Âżright? It will only be a few days and when I return I promise that everything will be better for us âHe had no other option so he said goodbye to you with a promise that, by the way, he didn't know if he would be able to keep.
> The Masked Officer (Park Hee-soon)
Your father was a firm, authoritarian and even a little insensitive man.
Quite the opposite of you, you were an energetic and colorful ray of sunshine.
Letting you accompany him to the island was not the best decision, not because you didn't know how to behave, but because you were like a whirlpool among all the employees and guards, playing and ignoring the real reason why everyone was there.
Occasionally he would find a toy lying in the hallways and his office, naturally painted black with a small lamp next to the bed, was now full of stuffed animals and other things that you had put in the suitcase before leaving the house.
âÂżDid you like how I decorated the room? âYou asked happily with a wide smile on your face.
He looked at you in silence while pinching the bridge of his nose regretfully, it had been a long day at work, with the frontman infiltrating the games and him in charge being a complete burden but he could handle it, what he couldn't handle was you and your hyperactivity.
âYeah... âHe growled, taking off his black suit as he walked to the bed so could sleep, he was too tired to deal with you now but as soon as his body touched the bed you jumped on top of him, completely knocking the air out of him.
âÂĄI'm not tired yet! ÂżCan we play something? ÂĄI see I see! âYou suggested, jumping next to him on the bed excitedly.
âÂżWhat do you see? âHe murmured tiredly but playing along until an idea came to his mind âHey, Âżwhy don't you go to the third floor and go to the eleven room to play? I'm sure she would be happy to do it.
You quickly ran to where he had told you and as soon as you left the room he grabbed the radio and spoke to eleven.
âMy daughter is going there, be good and play with her until she falls asleep.
It wasn't a request for a favor, it was an order and even though eleven was also tired, she had no choice but to play with you until you fell fast asleep in her bed.
Anyway, most of the guards and employees there had a little affection for you.
> Lee Myung-gi
Now, he doesn't have the slightest idea how to take care of you.
He was still young and it wasn't in his plans to become father but now here you were, in to his computer playing video games.
âIt's late and you have school tomorrow âHe told you with a tired sigh, he didn't know what to do to convince you to go to sleep because when you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning it was quite a challenge to deal with you.
You ignored him and continued playing, you didn't take him seriously because he was very soft on you due to the little experience he had, also your mother's abandonment was another problem to deal with.
âCome on, you must go to sleep âHe insisted for the second time, approaching you shuffling his feet, he was physically and mentally exhausted.
Another problem, now he had lost all his monetary income and several people were looking for him for fraud, it was a nightmare.
âNo âyou said flatly, turning to show him your tongue in a rude childish gesture.
Myung-gi sighed and left you at the computer to go to his bed to sleep, however as soon as you saw him close the door you heard him curse and... ÂżSob?
You took off your headphones and gently turned to look at the bedroom door, where you could swear he was crying.
You twisted your lips and stood up, your bare feet making contact with the floor and you crept towards the bathroom to brush your teeth and comb your hair.
After doing your little routine before going to sleep, you passed by your father's room, you stopped and thought about whether it was best to go in to see how he was or go straight to bed.
He didn't have the best family bond with you, you disobeyed him and he didn't seem to care but this time it was different, you didn't know all the problems he was going through and your behavior and rejection had been the icing on the cake.
You opened the door gently and saw him lying face down on the bed with the pillow on his face, you approached and he felt your presence so he turned to see you.
It wasn't his best year, he had lost a lot of money, all kinds of people were practically hunting him for him to give them back what they lost, he accidentally got his girlfriend pregnant and left her without telling her anything, your mother left him to his fate with you and you... another unplanned daughter that made his days more difficult.
He was overwhelmed and now lay red-eyed and full of tears on the bed.
âÂżCan you read me a bedtime story? âYou asked cautiously, playing with your fingers.
âI'm not in the mood... âHe whispered, shrinking further into the bed.
You left the room in silence, he thought you had gone to sleep or play but after a few minutes you returned with a hot chocolate that you had prepared yourself and a children's story trapped in your arms.
You gestured for him to move aside and he did, you placed the cup of chocolate on the nightstand and lay down next to him.
âOnce upon a time there was a soldier in shining armor... âYou started reading the story for him.
Myung-gi was going through the worst time of his life but just for tonight, with you reading him a story and giving him a hot drink he felt better, he as a father was supposed to take care of you, not the other way around, but this nice act on your part felt like a big hug to his ugly loneliness.
He fell asleep when you finished the story, you covered him with the blanket and went straight to your room to sleep, it would be a difficult path to walk but for now you had each other, had to adapt, besides, internally both had some affection for each other.
That's why when he entered the games he took a photo of you with him, the guards took it from him when they put him to sleep but it doesn't matter, you would be a great reason to get out of there alive.
> Choi Su-bong // Thanos
He used to call you "My serotonin" because you were one of the sources of his happiness, a drug that came into his life by surprise and he had no intention of leaving.
As a father he wasn't the best of all but at least he tried, he let you dye your hair whatever color you wanted despite your young age and he bought you anything you asked for.
In your eyes he was the best father in the world but to the rest of the world he was the worst and most irresponsible.
âFuck those idiots, you had fun, Âżright? âHe said, throwing the newspaper with the headline "rapper leaves his little daughter forgotten in a club in the middle of the night" to the other side of the room.
You nodded happily as you took a sip of your apple juice.
âBesides, this is also partly your fault, I told you not to get away from me âHe told you, pointing a finger at you accusingly.
He looked at you carefully, your colorful hair and your poorly painted nails of the same color were what stood out the most about your outfit, you were like a smaller version of him so he must have gotten the idea that the rules were not going to work for you.
âAnyway, let's go have breakfast Âżwhat do you want?
âÂĄHot cakes with chocolate chips! âYou shouted euphorically, raising your arms, Breakfast was the best part of the day.
âÂĄYou read my mind darling!
With a carefree attitude he walked towards the kitchen with you following him like a baby duck would follow its mother, he wasn't the best example but you were more than proud to follow him.
You and him together were a mess but were more than happy, of course, when he lost all his money it was a problem to deal with but with you things were more fun.
And to think that at first he thought of leaving you in an orphanage, now you were his greatest confidant and official leader of his fan club.
In addition to your carefree and hyperactive behavior, you also inherited him taste for art, only you didn't rhyme, you had a fascination for plays, colorful costumes and extravagant makeup.
Another point that made him proud, your clothes were always colorful and full of life, you stood out from the ordinary just as he did.
Two colorful fish in a big ocean.
Okay tell me if you liked it! I missed Dae-ho but I hope to add him in future projects like this
Thanks for readingđ! And another thing, is anyone here a fan of Lee Dong-wook?
Note:- saw this request earlier and decided to write it! Admins are Asian so hit close to home ;)
Your parents had always taught you about the power of mother earthâs elements. In your religion praying to sun meant asking for light and abundance, water for prosperity and a good farming season, earth for fertility. Thanks to your culture being surrounded by nature was your go to, it helped you feel relaxed and happy.
This season the rain was scarce, farmers were complaining. It was a nationwide issue, there was food shortage and people were suffering. You knew what your mother would have done, so after waking up that day you made your way to the lonely mountain lake nearby. The water from the springs collected into this small lake as it further flowed into the ocean. You stood there joining your hands and closing your eyes. You began reciting a chant you had learned in a scripture that your grandmother used to own, it was to summon the water king. Whispering to yourself for the ancient one to descend and make it rain on your land, making it fertile and luscious again. As you prayed, the wind blew faster against your skin and the sky began darkening. You werenât sure if the wonder was done by your prayer or a coincidence, but you walked away with a smile regardless.
A few days of rain later there was a dry spell once again, despite there being no actual crisis, you thought back to the time you prayed and it rained. You liked rainy days better anyways, so you made your way down to the lake, followed the stream and reached the coastline. Staring into the horizon that seemed to blend in with the sky, you decided to say a quick prayer once again. âOh lord of water, please listen to me again. Make it rain, let the plants feast and animals bathe.â You said in your native tongue. As you opened your eyes this time there was no change, everything was still the same. You embarrassingly giggled to yourself and turned around to leave when you heard splashes behind you, something seemed to be drawing closer.
Bracing yourself you turned around in haste, only to see a man fit to be a king, stand tall and wide before you. He had beautiful honey skin, dark eyes and hair, green shorts with ornaments that only made him glow more. As your eyes scanned him, the only jarring thing was the wings attached to his feet. Your heart began beating fast out of fear. He had lines of worry or annoyance on his forehead as he spoke in a thick accent âyouâve been calling for me.â For a moment you were shocked but finally realising he had heard your prayers. You softly spoke âare you the sea god?â He smiled widely âsome might sayâŠyes. What do you want?â you will-fully said âdid you make it rain that day? Can you make it happen againâ you felt naive. This could very well be a prankster who could shockingly hold his breath for long and weird feet. He laughed âNo I didnât, that was the skies. I do not make it rainâ. You knew this was too weird to be true. He gave you one final smile before turning around to swim deep into the ocean again.
The incident had you reflecting back at home, it was almost funny and you had been an idiot to even believe him for a second. The next day early morning you decided to go back to the beach and pray again, and there he was. This time you saw him swim from the deep end to the shore, this man surely did not live in water right? He walked out âwhat is it now? You need to stop this.â You laughed âWow youâre a dedicated prankster, where were you hiding?â He shot you a disgusted look and in no mood to entertain this conversation, he once again left.
Over the next few days you tried forgetting about it, but a part of you had more toxic thoughts. He was a friend on demand! Whoever he was and whatever he was up to, he would come to you when you called. A week down, you tried the ancient prayer once again, he showed up just as expected. This time you were convinced he was some sort of mermaid. He was visibly annoyed âYou have to stop this. You will get yourself in trouble, you donât know what youâre messing withâ you responded nonchalantly âsure sure, mr olympic swimmer. How long can you even hold your breath for?â. He walked forward, closer to you, his chest close to yours, looking down into your eyes. You were lost in his black orbs, but, he was angry âdo this again. And you will suffer the consequences.â You being a playful person, tippy toed and kissed his cheek. The man before made an expression he didnât even know he could make, disgust mixed with shock. You chuckled, as he once again turned around and left this time a little embarrassed. Clearly his threats were futile.
The following month, you were spending the day with your family when an argument broke out. You felt berated and upset, spending most of your time at home with these people how could such disagreements even break out? Why was there no understanding? Crying you left for a walk alone at night. Just as you remembered your mysterious friend. Going to the secluded beach you chanted while crying, you were on the verge of breaking down, god you needed someone to talk to. But, nothing happened. He didnât comeâŠyou chanted repeatedly, feeling like the boy who cried wolf, you sat there on a rock defeated.
Suddenly the waves rose, crashing louder against the shore. A built figure emerged, he finally came. He seemed to have heard your crying with your calling, this man brought sympathy with him this time. He sat next to you but you thought of him someone close to so you instantly hugged him tightly. Not sure of what to do he politely kept his hands on your back and comforted. âPlease tell me your nameâŠâ you finally asked reeling yourself back in. -âKukulkan or Namorâ he said strongly. You had read about him before, in the stories of mythical heroes of Mayapan. You didnât see him in that way though, your perception of Kukulkan was simply a friend from the sea. He saw the look in your eyes and said âwhat is it? Today Iâll stayâ. You both sat on the rock together as you kept your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his bicep. You didnât feel uncomfortable around him, after all spending nights thinking of him had made you used to the idea of having him close. Kukulkan didnât seem to mind either. Spending the whole night talking to each other, he seemed to confide about Talokan in you too.
Kulkukan became your friend, he became a confidant and perhaps someone much closer. Over the next many years, he came when you called, he watched you change and grow as a human. Kulkukan listened and shared, till one day he took you with him into the waves of the ocean far far away.
May I request  âyouâre so warm.â âi hear you, but we really need to get up, love.â for the holiday celebration?
Side note: Iâm new to your blog and Iâm loving everything!
pairing: namor x queen!reader
warnings: eighteen+ content, they married so established relationship, mentions of trying to conceive, teasing, sexy fluff.
note: i had to rework the second line to fit more namor, i hope you donât mind, lovey <3 but writing softness with this man makes me swoon for real.
translations: In yakunaj (my love), koâoleloâ tortuosa (tortuous woman).
Biologically you know the logic of ocean creatures being cold blooded. The deeper you travel down the colder the temperature, the more the water feels like ice constricting your passages and tearing into your skin like knives. Itâs why you canât leave this cavern and visit his city without gearing up.
But Namor seems to defy all logic. All things you thought you knew about the world and what was biologically capable and taught in a textbook or lab. One of the many defying qualities of his: his warmth. The temperature of his body never wavering whether he was on the surface or in the depths of the sea.
Itâs a warmth you love waking up toâpressed to your back or flush against your cheek as you cuddle into his chest.
His heat at your back feels better than any blanket that could possibly be woven. The heat engulfing you like a furnace, the cave a stinging cold contrast to the warmth his body provides in the bed; on your skin, lulling your limbs to stay close to him, to stay in bed.
âYouâre so warm.â You hum, sleep still clinging to you, still wanting to be had. Your voice soft and groggy.
His smile presses into your cheek when he wraps his forearm more securely around you, pulling you closer, and pressing the softest kiss to your cheek. âYes, I know.â He mumbles against your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses from your cheek, jawline, below it, and to the beginnings of your neck. âBut we must get up. Our people are going to think all we do is lay with each other, doing nothing productive. It does not look good.â
âDidnât Namora tell us to stay in bed until we have secured an heir?â
âYes, In yakunaj. Butââ
âWho are we to not listen to her demands? She is our people correct? Your second handâyourââ he cuts you off with his mouth. His lips capture yours in a silencing kiss, maneuvering your frame so heâs now lying chest to chest with you.
âI have pumped you full for days, In yakunaj. It will take. We must do other duties.â His thumb rubs along your jaw, amusement in the up turn of his lips.
âWhatâs one more try?â You know youâre playing dirty, know that the two of you really should stretch and do something other than bask in each other's warmth. But that can come later, right now you want to drown in the feel of his chest on top of yours, and his cock between your thighs. So you push your hips up and let them drag along his quickly hardening cock. The soft groan he lets out feeling like a victory. âKâukâulkan,â you moan against his mouth as you roll your hips once moreâfor good measure.
âWho knew I married such a ko'olelo' tortuosa,â he growls as he slots himself between your thighs and presses his mouth to yours; hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.
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hey friend you should do a bob reynold x witch!reader like she has the same powers as wanda but like not??like a headcanon or them meeting through the thunderbolts idk just something fr fr
thank youuuu for stepping up
Thunderbolts || (Bob Reynolds x Polaris! reader)
Summary: They're not supes. They're not heroes. The don't give up.
What happens when a group of "bad people" needs to assemble to fight something bigger than them?
Author's note: Hello! So this is a series of Bob Reynolds, the other parts can be found in my masterlist <3333
Y/N had arrived at the place where Valentina had summoned her. The girl didn't entirely trust her word, but the woman had information that was valuable to her. For months she wanted to know where her sister Wanda Maximoff was. After the battle against Thanos, Wanda had completely disappeared. The black-haired woman tried to call her whenever she could, but her cell phone was always busy or she simply didn't answer.
Y/N knew she was still grieving Vision's death. But she let her know that if Wanda needs something, or a sister.... she would be there in an instant.
The darkness of the corridors did not give her a good feeling, she kept her eyes fixed on each corner to make sure she was prepared to fight if necessary. She turned the corner and found a room with various furniture and objects scattered around the space. There was a light illuminating the room but it didn't calm her down completely. She heard someone else enter the room, so she quickly hides in a dark corner. The girl doesn't want to start a fight so soon.
The new person is a man wearing a suit similar to Captain America's and wearing a shield with pride and confidence. It's John Walker. She had heard of him.
Y/N frowns when she sees that he is also hiding when she hears another person enter the room. Why on earth had Valentina summoned her here if more people were arriving?
She remains in her place until she sees how a new girl with short blonde hair enters the place at a slow but sure pace. She looks at some papers and her face expresses distrust. She knew she was not alone, especially when John decides to come out of hiding and start shooting her, to which the blonde dodges him. There are two more people who enter the scene and start fighting. Y/N lets out a sigh and takes off her coat, letting it fall to the floor. She comes out of hiding and stands in front of the rest.
"Who are you?" John asks. He proceeds to throw his shield, but the girl raises her hands and lets the energy flow from her fingers to stop the vibranium in mid-air and throw it across the room.
"Bad move" Y/N observes her opponents.
"How did you do that?" the blonde asks, without moving from the spot.
"What? This?" She lifts a metal box and throws it at the soldier. The shor-haired blonde girl throws a knife through the air, which Y/N catches and throws away, being caught by a masked person. The fight continues with bullets fired by another black-haired woman.
Suddenly, the short blonde haired girl stops the fight with a scream.
"Enough!" She exclaims "We're not going to gain anything if we keep trying to kill each other."
The masked person stops next to the black-haired person in the black suit. John looks at Y/N suspiciously and she raises her hands in surrender to hear what the blonde has to say. Everyone watches each other carefully to see their movements and not let their guard down.
"It's obvious that someone wants us gone," she points out with a gesture. "We've all done bad things here."
Y/N looks at her with a frown.
"Shadow op. Contract kills" she raises an eyebrow.
"Why would anyone want that?" John questions picking up his shield. He shrugs. "And you former Red Room assassin. Why should I trust you? God only knows the blood in your hands"
"That's pretty ludicrous coming from the dime store Captain America." the other black haired woman says.
"I'll have you know the official Captain America, so..." he defends.
"Yeah. For like, two seconds" Y/N jokes.
They both laugh with sarcasm.
"It getting so tense in here" a new voice says.
Everyone turns to where the voice is heard and sees a man dressed in scrubs. Y/N is ready to use her powers if he tries to attack them. The man immediately throws his hands in the air.
"Wow, easy"
"Who are you?" Ghost asks.
"I-I- I'm Bob" he says pointing to himself.
"Great. Another one we need to fight with" John says.
"Wait. Weren't you sent together?" Bob asks pointing at them, still raising his hands. It seems harmless, Y/N thinks.
"If that were the case, believe me, I wouldn't have thrown the shield at her," John points out Y/N.
"Yeah, sure," she says.
Before they can fight again, a clock starts counting down and the lights of the room turns off.
"Shit," Yelena says. He turns to Bob "Why are you here?"
"I-I don't know." he seems nervous.
The clock continues counting until there are only seconds left to find out what it is.
"We must go. Now!" Ghost says.
Everyone starts running as soon as they hear the clock beeping at zero. Y/N runs to Bob's side by chance and upon hearing an explosion, Y/N pulls his hand to fall to the ground with her.
The smell of smoke fills Y/N's nostrils and she coughs at the sensation. He looks to his side and sees everyone lying on the ground, trying to catch their breath as best they can. Bob looks at her fearful of what just happened and nods his head.
"Thank you" he thanks. Y/N just watches him and shakes her head, having only one thought in her head at the moment.
Valentina was behind all this.
........
Part II
Hi! I know it's short and nothing is happening between Bob and Y/N..... yet.
But I'm thinking about how to continue the story and I would like to complement it when "Thunderbolts" is released. However, I'm going to let my creative process take care of the continuation between both characters for now.