Professional Cybertronian Smoocher

I mean respect to the absolute thirst and horror factors of trained military specialists coming after you but like, military specialists.

Where tf are they finding the time to be doing all that stalking and kidnapping?

Aren't ya'll like on like a hundred different ops in various nations????

These guys are EMPLOYED, employed as they deal with national/international threats. Terrorists, dictators and people that want to start WW3.

Like Sir, don't you have a country to serve?

I think Kyle would be the only one knowing how to help. He sees you stressed out in the bathroom and on the verge of crying, he takes you in his arms, cooing in your ears and actually managing to calm you down. He tells you to relax as he dips his finger in, pinches the base of the cup to break the suction and pulls it down. He wipes you with a warm cloth and then orders takeout while you cuddle on the couch.

Johnny is a little confused, but he's got the spirit. After assesing the situation he gets out of the bathroom and before you could get upset he comes back with a headlamp and a pair of kitchen tongs ready to help. Between fits of laughter you explain to him to just use his fingers, he keeps the headlamp on arguing that it helps him to see what he's doing. After a few minutes he manages to pull it out very proud of himself and expecting a few kisses as compensation.

Ghost would look at you dead in the eye and ask you why you got a cup inside you. Spending the next few minutes explaining to him what a menstrual cup is and show him a few videos to help him understand. Finally he manages to take it out, spending the next few minutes looking fascinated at the shape of it and then asking if he should fuck you more to widen the space. He easily dodges the pillow you throw at him.

Now Price knows a thing or two so without any fuss he manages to take it out on the first try, a hand caressing your thigh at the slight discomfort. He suggests buying you another one in a better size and spends the rest of the day preparing you a nice bath and saying almost in passing that if you'd let him get you pregnant then you wouldn't have to deal with that anymore.

alpha!Price that gets a whiff of an omega's scent in the grocery store. Following it between aisles until he spots you in the chocolate section looking between two options, a slight crease between your eyebrows. You end up taking both and leaving to pay, after that John scoops up the rest from the shelf, after all he has to be prepared for his omega's first heat. He makes a well placed phone call and soon after looking at the parking lot footage he's got your car's license plate.

alpha!Soap that almost faceplants himself on the treadmill when omega reader gets on the stair climber near him. He grips the handles and makes an effort not to moan in public when looking at a bead of sweat falling down your neck near your cleary unmarked scent gland. He puts his best smile when asking the receptionist about your name feigning concern about some alpha bothering you. It's almost too easy to get your name and the dates of all the classes you booked in advance, already thinking how to play out your first encounter.

alpha!Ghost that lives next door, not really the talkative type, but you manage to get a few grunts out of him when seeing each other in the elevator. When your bathroom sink starts leaking and you can't get hold of a plumber he offers to help and although he was thankful for the cookies you baked for him, the pair of panties he managed to take from the laundry basket was the actual reward.

after johnny's death, simon was surprised that he left something explicitly for him in his will. simon knew johnny no longer was really close with his family, but even though the bonded over the years, he never expected to be that important to the young scot

but after laying johnny to rest in the highlands, simon rode his way to johnny's house he kept hidden from the other lads. as he rolled up to johnny's (what he thought was) abandoned home, he didn't expect to see you.

since johnny was on deployment, he let you free roam with your "leash" (a long chain hooked to the rickety radiator) giving you enough mobility to walk to the kitchen and living room. since he wasn't home, you had to lay in the uncomfortable dog bed. simon seeing you there all teary eyed, huddled up, looking both petrified and hopeful.

"oh johnny," simon sighed, never thinking the scot had the guts to capture such a pretty bird like you.

and so he unchained you and picked you up. thinking him your savior, you burrowed yourself into his leather jacket, smelling the smoke and something pine (like how johnny smelt). you started getting confused when he didn't even pull out his phone to dial 999. he just plopped you down in his truck and buckled you up with a "let's get you home," like you were some abandoned pet.

So nintendy is tryin to cover its ass on account of it givin all yous freaks ab-see-lute freedom to make DICK CITY a reality? yous wannas be able to upload your screenshots from your switch? Yous need to get one of these bad boys:

then you take the microSD card outta the switch and do one of these

den yous go like so

den i think yous can handle da rest ;)

anyways if anyone asks, you were never here

*slinks away into the darkness*

*slinks back from the darkness*

okays okays, i hear yous der in the back, yeah theres the...

(ominous pause)

other way

(distant rumble of thunder, wind starts whistling)

looks like we gotta spit some about the "usb-c to usb-a" cable maneuver

so if you know a guy who knows a guy who can put one of these in yer hot lil hands-

den ya gotta do the ol "one two skeedoo-it" if you know watta i mean

then you do like so

then you give 'em the ol applesauce

don't say i never did nothin for y-

WHAT DA

DAMMIT YOUS WAS FOLLOWED!

SHIT ITS THE BIG MAN!

RUN FER IT, HE'S THE MEANIST SONAVA BITCH THIS SIDE OF-

oh, wait. He just wants yous to buy his official cable if yous gonna do all dis? Big Man just wants to get paid? Fella yous got some weird priorities

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

*pssst* hey yous, yeah yous

shhhhh, keep it down

The Eridians misunderstand him, and proceed to panic because they only have one human. They only have one human but it turns out you need to keep them in packs. They can die if they're isolated for to long and they can't let Grace die this is bad bad bad.

So they send a message to earth, asking if anybody would be willing to volunteer to live on Erid with Grace. They stress that while this is a life or death matter, they need the human to be a willing participant. That all of their needs and wants would be met and that the Eridians would give Earth information and technology in exchange. The volunteer would be given a life of luxury in exchange for living on Erid with Grace.

Unfortunately, there is a mistranslation, and the humans think that the Eridians require a sacrifice otherwise they will use their resources against earth. In order to avoid a possible interstellar war with an alien species, they choose a convict who has a life sentence to be locked in a bare rocket and blasted off to Erid.

You stepped into an empty office, with only a handful of coworkers sitting around and chitchatting. What's going on, you asked, as one of the managers handed you a cup of coffee. (Y/N) got kidnapped again, he stated casually, it's the third time this month. Ah, so the billionaire CEO must've been away to save them. Less work for you.

Indeed, being a secondary character to (Y/N)'s dark romance comes with surprising benefits. You eye your fridge, stuffed to the brim with leftovers from your town's most exquisite restaurants. (Y/N) can never decide on what to eat, so your mysterious boss just orders everything on the menu and has you dealing with the rest.

Yet, something's off. Lately, you've begun to notice that your existence is interfering with the natural order of the universe. The love rival who's been fighting for (Y/N)'s affections suddenly gawks at you in utter disbelief; were you always there? How comes he never realized it until now? The shy underling who'd been secretly crushing on (Y/N) for the longest time hesitantly sits next to you, throwing you quick glances. The flirty manager who won't stop teasing (Y/N) abruptly stops by your desk.

Best Friend Yan offering Stoner Reader a friendly reach around while they're snuggled together in his bed, ridding out their shared highs, because if Reader is as cuddly as teddy bear with a little bud in them - they're out like a light post nut and a few more puffs in their system.

Head in the clouds, clinging onto the nearest person/thing in the vicinity. Slurring out half hearted apologies for stealing their best bud's bed for the night because there's no way they're making it home now. Said friend's hand still firmly lodged down their sweatpants as they drift in and out of consciousness - completely unbothered.

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tw ( yandere , stockholm syndrome kind of ? , reader has already been kidnapped ) lol i havent posted since january i think ... long overdue

you thought that if you stayed in there long enough, he’d go away. unfortunately, you were wrong.

“…you locked the door,” he said eventually, as he slid down to sit against the door, “that’s okay. i’d be scared too,” he added, softer.

don’t speak, you reminded yourself.

“it’s quiet in there, yeah?” his tone stayed even, careful, like anything sharper might send you further away. “i bet it feels safer in there for you, doesn't it?”

a small pause.

“gets lonely, though,” he murmured. “you know it does.”

his hand pressed lightly against the door.

“did i do something wrong?”

fuck.

he sounded so sincere.

that was the problem.

he would always make you feel guilty, his stupid words, the way he would just say them so gently, as if his words were full of concern rather than control-

“i just…” he exhaled quietly. “i’ll give you space, okay? i mean it. just… open the door for me.”

“please.”

your fingers trembled as you turned the knob.

he moved back the second he heard it, shifting away from the doorway without hesitation… just like he promised to give you room.

his eyes found yours immediately, softening in a way that made your chest twist.

“that’s better,” he murmured.

your grip stayed tight on the door.

ready to close it again. he noticed, but knew to not comment.

“you did good.”

“c’mere?” he asked quietly.

god.