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Jock OC x nerd/geek reader

(NOT MY ART ⬆️)

🎶 Luke Combs- she got the best of me

🎶 Jason Aldean- whose rearview

🎶 Lady A- just a kiss

You sat at the front of the class, taking notes as your teacher put them up on the smart board. Hand sore from holding your pencil so tight. Today had been a relatively slow and quiet day, at least for you anyway.

When the teacher asked you to go get a certain book from the library, you agreed without question. She handed you a note with the title and author written on it. You speedwalked down the corridor and into the open doors of the school library.

The older woman at the front counter smiled at you as you jogged over. "How can I help you, dear?" You hand her the note, and she types it into the library database. "Alright, it should be that shelf at the very back where the windows are. You see where it says historical literature?" "Yes, Ma'am."

"Ok opposite the windows. It's got a black cover."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"If you can't find it, I'll take a look." You nod and jog to the back where she said it would be. Sunlight shines through the old off-white blinds, and you turn your back to them, looking over the historical literature books. You don't hear the footsteps coming up behind you as you focus. It's only when a male voice whispers behind you that you whip around in fright.

"Hey, little bird."

You've never been one to scream when startled, and this time was no different. You suck in a startled gasp, hitting the back of your head on one of the shelves. You grab the back of your head and hiss at the pain. "Maybe I don't have to mess with you today. It seems like you're doing a great job by yourself." You roll your eyes crossing your arms. "What do you want, Jake?"

He paused for a moment, his hand on the shelf above you moving to rub the back of his neck. He looked a tad nervous and wasn't making eye contact. "Well, believe it or not, I'm here to ask you out."

You didn't believe it. He was just too mean not only towards you but others as well. He'd poured ice water on you in lunch one time and with the other jocks pushed you into a closet only to be found when another student heard you call to them. When you finally got to class, your teacher was worried and asked where you had been. Glaring at Jake, you told her what had happened.

You weren't one to lie, especially about things like that, and almost the whole football team got detention. To say you were waiting on their revenge plot was an understatement. You were almost constantly looking over your shoulder in the halls, and at lunch, you sat close to the teachers in case anyone tried anything.

Of course, the one time you let your guard down, you'd be found by Jake. One good thing was that this was the library, and there was no tolerance for loud noises or loud talking inside. If you screamed, the librarian would run to your aid. "I don't believe you, Jake. This is probably just part of your revenge plot for getting you and the others detention. If you had just left me alone, that wouldn't have happened."

"This has nothing to do with that, I promise!" Hand on your hip, you glare up at him through your glasses. "Really? Then name a few things you like about me." Hand on the shelf again, he sighs. "Ok, well, it's cool that you know so much about animals. You're obviously smarter than me in that respect. You're also pretty, prettier than some of these rich bimbos anyway. I also like how you aren't afraid to snap back at someone when you need to."

You couldn't help the jump in your heart rate at his compliments. Was he telling the truth? It seemed like he couldn't look you in the eye, a good tell that he was. You were surprised, to say the least, so surprised that you spoke before you could register your own words.

"Ok, I believe you." He perks up. "Really!? Ehem.. I mean, uh, really? You really do?" You nod. "So does that mean you'll go with me later?"

"Sure, I don't have much to do this afternoon anyway."

"Ok, then it's a date! We can take my car after class." You nod again, and he awkwardly pats your shoulder as he leaves. You slump back against the shelf, sighing in relief, but quickly realize you still have to get that book to class. You wave over the librarian, and she helps you locate the book. Once you have it, you jog back to class.

Your teacher asked what took you so long, and you gave her the excuse that you had a hard time finding it. The rest of class was uneventful, and the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. When you walked out the front doors, you spotted Jake leaning against his cars hood on his phone. He hadn't spotted you yet, so you slinked through the crowd, trying to blend in. You didn't want to know what would happen if people saw you with him.

You got right up next to him before he realized you were there. "You're pretty sneaky, you know that?" You only mumbled out a "Maybe." He unlocked the car with a beep and ducked into the driver's seat. You followed suit, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you.

"Were are we going?" He turns the key in the ignition, and the car rumbles to life. "I thought maybe the diner?" You nod. "As long as you pay for my milkshake." He laughs as he places his arm around the back of your seat, looking back as he reverses out of the parking spot. "I'm not kidding about that either Jake you at least owe me that."

"I was going to anyway. The guy always pays on the first date." Was this a date? Or was this his roundabout way of apologizing? Did he think he could buy your good graces? You had to be careful and not get your hopes up.

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At the diner, he sat across from you reading the menu. "What are you going to get?" You sigh, propping your head up with a hand. "Just a hotdog and fries along with that milkshake. He humms in acknowledgment, setting down the menu and waiving to the waitress. She takes your order and you relax in your seat to wait.

An awkward silence takes hold over the two of you, and before you can pull out your phone, he speaks up. "Hey, look, I wanted to apologize for how I've treated you. I've been a real a**hole to you for no real reason. Maybe it was because I was jealous of what you've got going for you?"

"What I've got going for me!? You've gotta be kidding me. Look at what you've accomplished! You're on our football team!"

"You're almost top of your class, y/n, and I'm just wasting time trying to get into the big leagues when I know for a fact that only like five percent get there! Meanwhile, you could have jobs practically lined up for you."

"You don't have to go to the big leagues, Jake. You could easily get a blue-collar job that pays well. That's what most people don't understand. Blue collar work is heavily relied upon for our society to even exist!"

He looked surprised, eyes wide. "Yo-you're right. I hadn't thought of it like that before. See, that's why I said you were smart!" The waitress tray in hand interrupts your conversation to lay out your food. With a bright smile, you thank her. "Let's eat!" You can't help your bright smile as you eat. Your conversation continues, and soon, you have to leave. Jake pays for the food and follows you out to his car.

"So what's your address? I'll drive you home."

"I live over by the park. I'll show you where when we get there." He nods and peals out of the parking lot.

He takes you on a few more dates through the next two weeks, and you grow to like him more each time. Letting down your walls little by little.

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"So, are you going to the game next week?" Your friend sitting next to you asked. "Yeah, I probably will."

"Going with that mystery boyfriend of yours?" You roll your eyes focusing on your paper.

Later that day, when you have some free time, you meet up with Jake in one of the stairwells. He seems off somehow, maybe upset about something? "Hey, you alright?" He perks up a bit at your presence, giving you a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are your classes ok?"

You give him a slightly confused look. "Yeah, as good as usual. Why?" He shrugs hands in his varsity jacket pockets. "Just curious, I guess?" You ignore the strange conversation swapping to a different topic. "My friend mentioned a game coming up next week and figured I'd go."

"Yeah, we're going against the school a county over."

"You going to practice this week?"

"Yeah, we have a couple that are pretty late, though. You can skip those cause I know you like your sleep."

"I'll at least go to the ones that aren't so late." He nods, and you still get the feeling he's glum. The alarm on your phone startles you both, and you growl in frustration. "Ugh, I've gotta go to class, Jake. You should, too." Catching him off guard, you stand on your tiptoes with a hand on his cheek and give him a peck on the other.

Wide-eyed, he watches you scamper off touching his cheek where you kissed him. A blush tinges his cheeks as the feeling of your lips linger. That was the first time you'd ever kissed him. He walked back up the steps to his next class with a smile on his face.

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After his late practice, he was in the locker room with his team. The boys loudly bickering in the background as he slipped on a clean t-shirt. "Hey Jake, how's it going with that nerd?"

"You've got a week till the challenge is over, man!" He didn't want to be reminded. He'd honestly started liking you and didn't want to break up your relationship. He just had to keep it quiet.

"It's going." With that, he shouldered his bag and walked out.

"What's up with him?"

"I dunno man, you think maybe he's starting to like her?"

"Could be, but I doubt it."

As he lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd react to the truth. He was scared you'd leave him, and you probably would, so he just couldn't let you find out.

The next day came, and you were excited for the afternoon because you had made you and Jake food for supper. One of your teachers was kind enough to let you put it in her mini fridge for the day. You were excited through all your classes and couldn't wait to go watch him practice.

When school finally let out, you made your way out to the football field. You found yourself a good vantage point from the bleachers and waived when he spotted you.

He couldn't help his smile when he saw you. Your presence gave him a boost in confidence. He pushed the tackle sled with more ferocity and juked around the cones like it was nothing. He finished the training course well before the others, so the coach let him go early.

As he left the field, you followed suit, coming up beside him as he walked back to the locker room. You stopped at the threshold knowing you weren't really supposed to go back there. "Hey, it's alright. You can come in with me. There's no one else here." Reluctantly, you follow him inside.

He grabs his bag from one of the lockers, setting it on the bench. You watch as he removes his helmet and jersey, revealing the padded plastic armor beneath. He unbuckles the two side straps, slipping the bulky plastic over his head. The white tank top beneath darkened with sweat.

He takes a fresh black t-shirt out of his bag along with his dark grey jeans, setting them down. As he removes the tank top, you can't help the dark blush forming on your face. "So what's in the bag?" You spin around facing away from him as you hold up the used grocery bag. "It-It's food I made us food." "Really? Sweet!" You feel his hand in the curve of your side as he moves behind you. Internally, you freak out thinking he's about to kiss you or whisper in your ear. Instead, he reaches past you for someone else's spray deodorant just as quickly moving back to where he was to spray himself down.

You hold the bag in front of you, turning partially around to look at him. He's just putting his shirt over his arms and head, and you take the chance to admire his physique. When he pulls the black fabric over his torso, you look away again. You push your glasses up your nose, trying to hide your blushing face from him. "Hey, keep facing that way for a minute. I've gotta put my jeans on."

You do as asked, hearing the shuffling of his clothes behind you. The tell-tale zipper sound of his jeans let's you know he's done, but you don't dare turn around. Knuckles against your lower back make you jump. He chuckles at your reaction. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." When he gets a better look at your face, he realizes how red you are.

"You're almost as red as a tomato! What's gotten you like that?" Stepping up to you, he tilts your chin up, looking into your eyes. Your free hand lightly grips his wrist, and you feel warmth spreading through your chest. A foreign pull tugs you closer, but before you move even an inch, loud voices and talking come from the hall.

"S***! Quick grab your stuff! We can go out the back!" Bag in hand, he pulls you by the arm through the locker room to the back entrance. The two of you slip out the door just as the others walk inside. He takes you to the underside of the bleachers where you breathe a sigh of relief relaxing on the concrete. You both let out a chuckle.

He takes your bag, opening it to reveal the food you made in two containers along with two drinks. "Let's eat!" He opens his container, taking a whiff of what you made. "It smells great!" You smile as he takes a bite, complementing your cooking. "If you do this after every practice you come to maybe we'll have a good chance at winning."

"You like my cooking then, huh?"

"So far, so good!" Your bright smile makes his heart beat faster, and a giddy smile of his own pulls at his lips. "Thanks for bringing this." You lean over with a hand on his cheek as you give him a peck on the other. "You're welcome, darling."

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PREDATOR & PREY

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Beyonce- Crazy in love

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Ray-tor wouldn't have believed anyone who said he'd be in this situation. He'd've called them insane and said it was impossible. And yet here he was between the thighs of an apex predator species. The female had her arm over her eyes, teeth gleaming in the dim light coming through the bathroom door. Her heart raced in her chest as she glanced down at him.

Her scent was that of salt and musk along with sweet florals of her homeworld mixed together.

It's fascinating to him just how thin her flesh is in places, so much so that you can see her veins in proper light. He could easily leave bruises on her with enough force, though he wouldn't dare do so. His pointed upper lip felt along the soft inside of her exposed thigh, relishing in the silky texture.

Her thigh muscles twitch at the tickling sensation as he braces his arms against them. A light scent of the ocean hits his nose as he presses forward. The salty scent reminds him of the ocean's many delicacies on his homeworld, mostly of the seaweed variety.

He gently presses his tongue against her, splitting apart the two peculiar flaps of flesh. His senses are hit with the taste of salt not overpowering yet still strong. Salt is a common commodity amongst herbivores who often need supplemental minerals when plants don't provide enough. He realizes he's craving some at the moment as he hadn't had his mineral ration for the week yet.

Ears perk up when she lets out a small sound. His tongue presses down harder as he laps at her. Inadvertently, the tip of his tongue dips into her opening. She gasps, arching her back. When his upper lip grazes something firm, he pauses for a second. Curiosity breaking him out of his mineral induced trance.

With the slight prehensile quality of his lip, he explores the little nub. Her body jolts as he manipulates the sensitive bundle of nerves.

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Camping fling

OC Bully x reader

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You lay in your tent reading a new book you'd brought for the field trip. Your handmade candle lantern reflecting the flickering amber glow of the small flame. Sure, you had an electric lantern you could use, but you didn't want to waste the batteries just for reading.

You'd partially left open your tent flap for air exchange. The cold January breeze slipped through, chilling your fingers and face. You were thankful for the cotton comforter you'd brought along with the sleeping bag and pillow. Yawning, excess tears drip from your eyes down the sides of your face.

After wiping them away, the sound of crunching leaves outside caught your attention. As far as you knew, everyone was asleep unless someone had nature calling them. But the campsite outhouse was on the opposite side of the tent circle from you. It sounded like they were coming towards you.

Laying your book down next to your bag, you leaned over to blow out the candle. The scent of candle smoke hit your nose, and you scoot further into your warm sleeping bag. Perhaps it was just a teacher making sure everyone was asleep.

The footsteps grew closer till they were right outside your tent. Your heart jumped when you heard the sound of the zipper being pulled down.

Quickly, you turned the switch on your electric lantern. The sudden light made the person outside hiss, and they covered their eyes with their hand. Immediately you could tell who they were and you let out a relieved sigh.

It was Lucas, your bully. He wasn't very extreme with his bullying, which you were thankful for, but he loved to get on your nerves. "Watch the light pipsqueak! You trying to blind me or something!?"

"Why are you here, Lucas?" He sat down, zipping up the tent behind him. He held a hand to his chest, feigning a wounded expression. In a hushed voice, he spoke. "That hurts y/n! Can I not come visit your little abode?" Turning the lamp off, you glare at him. "No, you can't. And shouldn't you be asleep anyway?"

"I should ask you the same thing. I could see the light in your tent you were clearly up yourself!"

"I was finishing up a chapter of my book before I went to sleep. Your turn." He looked a bit nervous all of a sudden. "I accidentally forgot my sleeping bag on the bus, so all I have is a thin blanket and my hoodie."

"So why are you here? Just ask one of the teachers for an extra or something."

"They didn't bring any, remember? We were assigned to bring our own, or we would have to go without."

"What do you expect me to do about it then!?"

"You could give me that extra roll you had with you earlier today."

"That wasn't an extra sleeping bag. It's my comforter, and I'm currently using it." You switch off the lamp snuggling back into your nest and closing your eyes. You felt a rough pull on your cover as he tried to pull it out of your sleeping bag, but you held on tight, entwining it in your legs and gripping it with your hands.

"Come on! Just give it to me!" You still wouldn't budge letting your weight do most of the work. "Look, either you give me that blanket, or I'll get in your sleeping bag with you, and I'm sure you'll hate that." You held fast thinking he was bluffing as he attempted another pull.

He let out a sigh. You couldn't see him very well, so when you heard shuffling, you assumed he'd turned around to leave.

Suddenly, the zipper on your sleeping bag was drawn down, and you felt him slide in next to you. Right after, the zipper was drawn back up. His hand touched your lower back, sliding across your side to your stomach. He pressed his body against you, making you very aware of what you were wearing.

The thin fabric of your tank top and shorts left nothing to the imagination. You had also gone braless thinking you wouldn't be sharing the tent with anyone, nor would it be comfortable. He had taken off his hoodie and shirt, leaving himself in his sweat pants and socks.

You could feel his breath on your neck, making you shiver. His other arm slides under the pillow, and you swear you hear him chuckle. The hand on your stomach moves to your hip and slips under your tank top. His fingers knead into the sensitive flesh of your waist, and a sound escapes your throat.

"What was that?" You blush at his hushed voice in your ear. Lips on the back of your neck catch you off guard. "Wh-what are you doing, Lucas!?"

"Don't... kiss know... kiss just felt... kiss like it."

Quickly, you flip over to face him. "You-you just felt like it!?" Your face was a few degrees hotter than earlier. "You weren't pushing me away, so you clearly aren't opposed to it." You don't know how to respond instead staying silent.

"Besides, it's helping me warm up." He pulls you to him by the hip and slots his thigh between your legs. His lips attack your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat.

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He honestly didn't know what got into him, just that you felt amazing against him. He loved pushing your buttons in school. It gave him a rush that he couldn't find anywhere else, but this? He wanted to find the right buttons to set you alight and make you writhe against him.

He'd never felt like this before. This need to pleasure someone other than himself.

He locked lips with you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling at his dark brown locks. His tongue dances with yours, and you let out a pitiful whine. Breaking the kiss, you suck in shaky breaths. Saliva connects your mouths for a moment before he returns his attention to your neck again.

A small bolt of pleasure runs up your spine when he finds your sweet spot, and you tug his hair in response. When he nips your skin, you jolt in surprise. He does it again, and one of your hands moves to his jaw, caressing him. He places another kiss on your skin before sitting up.

You're confused simply watching as he partially unzips the sleeping bag and turns on the lantern to the lowest setting. He grabs his hoodie, bunching it up and rolling you onto your back. He lifts your hips, sliding the bunched up clothing under you, and it clicks. A bright blush covered your face and the tips of your ears. Was he really going to do this? With you of all people!?

A whimper escapes your throat as your chest heats up, and there's a tightening feeling in your abdomen. There's conflict in his blown eyes as he stares down at you. "I-I won't go any farther if you don't want me to."

He's also bright red, and there's something in his eyes telling you he's not doing this as some big prank. Shyly, your eyes flicker to his a few times, and you finally speak. "I-I want I want you to continue."

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His heart skips a beat as he locks eyes with you. You look gorgeous in the dim light, a blushing mess beneath him. He can feel something taking hold of him.

He's seen the boys looking at you when you aren't paying attention. Sure, you might be a nerd and all, but he's overheard how other guys talk about you. Those jerks don't deserve you. You're too good for them.

He's made up his mind. Furrowing his brow in determination, he leans down, kissing you.

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randofics · 10 days

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Ok, so the weirdest dream I've ever had was also kinda erotic but still to this day, I think of it.

I was walking into a huge warehouse type building with the typical full industrial shelves. Crates and other junk was neatly placed on them. But there was this short cartoonish willy Wonka type guy like this kinda⬇️

Just a bit different shape and different color hair.

Anyway he was talking to me about toys that his factory was making or something when I suddenly saw a man walk in from out of nowhere and he sorta startled me cause he legit looked similar to slenderman but I'm pretty sure I hadn't heard of slenderman yet.

He was dressed like a waiter at a nice restaurant just without the vest, and the apron was white like his shirt. He had black dress shoes on and grey, almost charcoal colored dress - pants. He had to have been 6, maybe 7 ft tall and I was actually taller than I really am and had a much nicer body too. Along with this white thigh slit spaghetti strap dress on with white strap on heels. Nothing I normally wear by any means.

As he circled me seemingly looking me over the willy wonka guy told me he was his (something) I can't remember what he said exactly. And that the tall faceless man was harmless. I swear this man had white skin like a porcelain doll type white.

This man kissed my hand with his nonexistent mouth bowing down a bit to do so before pulling me in in a swift move. I SWEAR I could feel this man's hands on me as he felt me up. Could even feel when he squeezed my butt.

I can't remember if he had his face in my neck or not. But I looked up at him and just before our lips could touch I WOKE UP!!!

I made a stylized sketch of the clothes over this base I found online to give you a rough vision of what I saw. It's a bit more monstrous than the actual thing and definitely slimmer. This guy wasn't skinny, nor was he overly built. Think kento Nanami from Jujitsu Kaisen.

Again, it's a really rough layout of the clothing. I could've used a better base, but I'm lazy.

This was just a random thing I decided to share. Totally unprovoked.

#strange dreams #weird dreams #lucid dreaming #random thoughts #random post

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I SOOO HOPE THEY FOLLOW THROUGH WITH MAKING THIS!!!!

I WANT A NEW BATMAN BEYOND MOVIE!!!!

#@DCofficial #@wbpictures #Patrick Harpin #@jamesgunn #batman beyond movie #make it happen #batman beyond #dc batman

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randofics · 22 days

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I'm heading home after being in the mountains all week. Even though it's supposed to be spring, there's snow on these super tall mountains. Most of the others aren't high enough for there to be snow.

#vacation #week trip #mountains #spring #snow #coming home

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randofics · 22 days

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Bruce Wayne/Batman x Southern Club Ballerina reader (Stage name- Buttercup)

I was recently rewatching some of the episodes and was surprised at how dark The Batman 2004 really is. It's been probably close to a year since I last watched it, and this time round, I was understanding more of the dark undertones and adult themes slipped in here and there. I do recommend yall give it a watch. It's currently on Netflix, but you can also buy the DVD set and the very dark, almost pg Batman VS Dracula movie.

Inspired by the Bar scene in the Episode: A matter of Family. From season 4 of The Batman 2004.

TW: Insinuations/mentions of abuse, alcohol, drugs, strippers, poledancing

🎶The Pussycat Dolls- Buttons

🎶Kehlani- Gangsta

🎶Dayseeker- Neon Grave

🎶Dayseeker- Crying while you're dancing

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It was supposed to be a simple information gathering mission. In and out. But things got complicated.

"Why can't we go with you?" The boy wonder stood at his side as he scoped out The Cave. He watched the patrons through his binoculars as they walked in and out of the nightclub. Waiting for someone in particular to rear their head. "Only adults are allowed in places like this. Which is why I'm going in alone."

Batgirl speaks up. "But isn't it just a bar?" He looks down at her. "They have bars, but there's more inside than alcohol. Things kids don't need to see."

"But we aren't kids! Im fourteen and Batgirls sixteen!" The Bat gave him a stern look. "Fine." He crossed his arms with a pout.

A black suv with tinted windows pulls up and a man in a white suit steps out. "There you are." Guards cover his flanks as he walks inside. "Who is that guy? I don't recognize him."

"His name is Silas Buscemi also known as King. He's a mob boss from New York."

"Why is he in Gotham?" "That's what I want to know."

The next night, he waits close by for Silas to show up following him inside. Bruce had donned a red suit with a blonde wig and mustache. He needed information, so he had to stay close.

Women of different complexions in skimpy, almost nonexistent dress, danced on small stages around the room. Chairs sat around each stage with men filling almost every seat. The bar was also almost full, as well as the tables scattered about the place.

He spotted Buscemi across the room at the main stage. A woman came up to him asking something Bruce couldn't hear over the music. He nods, and she hands him a drink from her tray.

A woman offers Bruce a drink as he makes his way towards the main stage. With a smile, he takes the drink and discretely places a tiny recording device on the man's chair as he passes. Finding a seat in a secluded place close by, he places an earbud in his ear.

Another man approaches Buscemi, and they shake hands. "So about that deal we were discussing. Did you reconsider?"

"Mr.Nielson, I have an alternative deal that you may like better."

"Oh?"

"I'll give you twenty percent of the profit if you ship it across the bay and load it for free. My men can handle distribution from there." The man grinned, holding his hand out to shake again. "It's a deal, Mr. Buscemi, and you have my word that if any damage occurs, I will personally pay for it." Nielson gets up to leave but stops to say one more thing. "I will begin preparations immediately, Mr.Buscemi."

Bruce took a sip of his drink, the whiskey burning as it went down. The sudden voice of an announcer came from the speakers around the club. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Cave! Tonight, someone special is dancing for everyone!" The lights go out at most of the other stages as the women go back to take a break. Lights on the main stage go from dim to bright as music starts playing.

"Everyone, please welcome to the stage Buttercup!" The crowd cheers as the music transitions. A woman walks on stage to the beat of the music. She's surprisingly curvy with a skimpy strip of jeans covering her nethers and a flannel tie-front cropped top. A cowgirl hat sits on her head as she circles the pole.

Buttercup sways her hips as she starts to dance, and Bruce can't take his eyes off her. As the song goes on, she unties her top, letting it fall to the floor. Her chest is still somewhat covered by the black lace bra she has on, and a sheriff's star is pinned to the left cup. She climbs the pole, and using her thighs to hold on, she tips upside down, taking off her hat with one hand and holding both arms out as she smiles.

She flips down the pole, landing on her feet with her legs spred and her rear towards the crowd. He can see the black lace of her panties as she dips down, rear still in the air. She drags her hands up her legs as she stands again.

Bruce swallows when she makes eye contact with him. But when her hand brushes her cheek and makeup rubbs off, a pang of anger rushes through him. A bruise is slightly visible on her cheekbone, and now that he's paying more attention, he spots another on her knee. He continues to observe her as she finishes her routine, and before she leaves the stage, he hands her a few bills.

"Who did that to you?"

"Did what?"

"Those bruises. Your makeup rubbed off while you were dancing." Her eyes widen, and she touches her face wincing when her fingertips brush the painful spot. "I...I'm sorry I need to go." She flees behind the red curtains before he can say another word.

Bruce slips the recording device back into his pocket, paying his tab and walking out to hail a cab.

In the Batcave, he hacks into the nightclubs database, searching for anything pertaining to the dancers. He can hear the elevator open and expected to hear Alfred as he watched some of the clubs security footage, but after recognizing the much lighter footsteps of Dick he hurriedly closes the footage. "Dick, what are you doing down here? I thought you were asleep."

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, so I thought I'd come see what you found." He was wrapped in his blanket, tugging the extra rolling chair over next to Bruce's seat. "Unfortunately, you aren't allowed to see the footage, but I can explain what information I got while I was there."

He sits in the rolling chair as Bruce talks, eventually resting his head on Bruce's shoulder and falling back to sleep. When he's sure his adopted son is sound asleep, he picks him up, placing him on the medical gurney where he's fallen asleep a couple times before.

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The next night, Bruce visits Buttercup's apartment after tracking her down. She's on the phone pacing around her bedroom. Sticking a listening device to the window, he tunes in to the frequency. The conversation comes back almost completely clear.

"Mr.Buscemi, please, I just need a few more days to gather the rest of the money. I swear, sir, I have almost all of it for you!" Your voice cracks in your panicked attempts at gaining even just one more day before you're punished by the mob. An idea comes to mind, though, that you pray will work.

"H-how about I um... dance for you! I mean in person just for you! All I want is an extra three days to gather your money in return!"

"How about you give me the money you already have, and then we can negotiate an extension."

"O-of course, sir! How should I get it to you?"

"I'll have someone come by The Cave tomorrow to pick it up."

"Alrighty then! Thank you SO much, sir! Have a good night!"

You sighed, falling back onto your bed after hanging up. Tears pricked your eyes as you shook with adrenaline. Maybe a warm shower would calm your nerves.

Grabbing some pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, leaving the door open like you usually do. Placing your phone on the counter next to your pj's, you turn on the water. With the water slowly warming, you strip, the cold air giving you goosebumps. You grab a makeup wipe, cleaning your face in the mirror.

He peaks around the window frame, catching a glimpse of you in front of the mirror completely naked. His eyes widen, and he swiftly turns away, but your figure is burned into his mind. Listening through the earpiece in his cowl, he hears the shower turn on and the curtain closing as you step in. He needs to get to your phone so he can track the number Buscemi called you from.

Quietly, he slides your window open, slipping silently into your bedroom. The phone isn't on the bed, dresser, or side table. He walks towards the bathroom where you're showering. Taking a peak around the doorframe, he can see you behind the semi transparent curtain. He has to time it right so he can grab your phone without you seeing him. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait long as you grab a shampoo bottle and start washing your hair.

He takes one step inside, leaning forward to reach the phone and stepping quickly back out. He pulls out his own phone and plugs it into the other, snatching some data before silently putting it back with your clothes. He slips back out your window without a sound.

On a nearby rooftop, he disguises his phone as yours calling Buscemi. The man picks up, and while he's on the line, the bat tracks him back to the old Gotham bank. The place was abandoned years ago, but it's a popular hideout spot for criminals.

He expects them to pick up the money at The cave sometime when you're working and doesn't doubt they'll punish you for not getting the rest anyway.

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He waits patiently on the roof above, watching for any suspicious characters walking into the club as he intercepts a call to your phone. "I have two of my boys coming in the back to get the cash. You'd better be there with it, or you will pay dearly."

"Ye-yes Mr.Buscemi I-I have the cash and I'm waiting in the back." The call drops, and he watches a black car pull up in the back alley of the building. Two men step out and walk inside.

The Bat leaps down to the street below and knocks on the door, disappearing in the shadows before the securityguardcan open the small hatch. When the guard steps out to look around, he swiftly lays the man out.

Slinking inside, he hears muffled yelling. He follows the sound and when he hears your voice panicked and terrified, he kicks the door in.

Four men are inside with you. One is on top of you about to hit you again when the loud sound of the door bursting in catches their attention. They turn to look at the dark clad Bat, and you lock eyes with him. He spots your busted bleeding lip with tears flowing down your cheeks, and rage boils his blood. The men draw their guns, and one gets a shot off before being disarmed, the other gets an elbow to the face, knocking him out cold. Another shot goes off, and it hits the Bats armor, throwing him off balance, but he recovers and lashes out with a few quick punches, taking him out as well.

The fourth man was older than the other three, and he recognized him as the owner of the club. He held you up by your hair with a gun to your temple, threatening to kill you if the Bat got any closer. With gritted teeth he uses his cape to conceal the hand at his belt.

In the blink of an eye, he throws a batarang at the man's hand. It stabbed between the bones of his palm, making him scream in pain. The gun is dropped from his grip, and he lets you go to tend his wound. You ran to the opposite side of the room, huddling behind a flipped table.

With you out of the way, the Bat ran at him, punching him square in the jaw. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

You spot another man running in from the hall. "Batman! Look out!" He slammed the man into the wall with enough force to break through to the next room. Both of you can hear the men running down the hall, and he turns to you, signaling for you to stay put.

Rushing forward, he fights the men back, pushing them into the lounge. As he broke past the doorframe into the main room, the startled sounds of the patrons met his ears.

As the men take a breath, he assesses the situation and his opponents. He'd taken a few hits, but nothing serious. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, he bounces on his feet like a boxer ready for another round. Spotting one man giving him an opening, he strikes first. The man falls in two hits, and the others attack. He laid them all out in under a minute, receiving a few more hits in the process.

After grabbing your cash, you walk down the hall, stepping over the unconscious men along the way. In the lounge, chairs had been knocked over, and a table smashed by someone landing on it. One man was tied up and hanging upside-down from the ceiling.

The Bat knelt down in front of him, growling out an order. "Tell Buscemi that I'm coming for him." The man nods with a terrified look on his face.

He walks towards you, cape encompassing him completely and giving the illusion of him floating. "Mrs. Y/ln, if you'll allow me, I'd like to place you under my and the GCPD's protection for the time being. I'm currently investigating Mr.Buscemi and feel it would be best if you were safe till everyone involved is behind bars."

You nod, and he escorts you out the front. The Batmobile pulls up at the curb, and he holds out his hand to help you hop in. He hops in with a flourish of his cape hitting a few buttons and pulls the gear shift into drive as he peals off down the street.

A few tense seconds go by as your eyes flicker over the interior of the vehicle, and him. He finally speaks up. "You aren't wounded anywhere else, are you? Aside from your busted lip?"

"N-no though, I'll probably have some bruises later." It's barely noticeable, but his hands tighten on the wheel, angry that he couldn't prevent your injuries however minor they may be.

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Drops of water streak the glass, creating a splotchy pattern of shadows over the interior. He glances over at you as you take in a shaky breath. The dim streetlights cast an amber glow over you, and he can't help but look a bit longer.

Noticing his gaze, you lock eyes with his masks' white lenses. Just as quickly his eyes are back on the road, and a feint smile ghosts your bloody lips. "The commissioner will gather your statement and put you under guard at the precinct."

"Are you... ok? You fought several men, so you were probably hit a couple of times. Not to mention, I thought I saw you get shot."

"I am injured, but it's nothing I can't handle. Been shot before, too."

"But doesn't bulletproof armor still leave a nasty bruise or even fractured ribs?"

"Normal armor, yes, but mine is state of the art." That gives you some relief, at least. A police cruiser drives past, lights flashing and siren wailing. You spot the precinct just down the street and begin to contemplate how you'll thank the Bat.

The black supercar pulls to a stop at the front entrance. Jumping out in a black blur and moving to your side, he offers his hand, helping you hop out of the open roof.

Several cops run out along with Chief Rojas. All pointing their guns at the Bat. Sucking in a calming breath, you step in front of him, blocking their target. "Ya'll outta be ashamed of yourselves! This man just saved my life from the mafia! And yall are pointing your guns at him!?"

The chief steps forward, glaring at the man behind you. "With all due respect, miss this man is a vigilante, a criminal!" Another man walks out the doors, and you recognize him as the commissioner. "Chief Rojas! Stand down!"

"But sir, we have him right where we want him!?"

"I said stand down." He steps through the crowd of cops and past the chief. Holding out his hand as he introduces himself. You shake it timidly, introducing yourself as well. "It's nice to meet you, Miss y/ln. How may I be of assistance?"

The Bat finally speaks up from behind you. "She needs to be placed under protective custody until we have all those involved behind bars. She won't be safe without it."

"This the same case?" The Bat nods, and you get the feeling these two are doing something they shouldn't be. Then again, it's none of your business. "Alright, I'll get her settled somewhere safe and get her some medical attention too."

The commissioner turns to the crowd hands in his pockets. "Well, don't just stand there! Get back to work!" They holster their guns and walk back inside, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. "Alright, miss, will you please follow me. I'll get your statement inside." You nod, tightening your grip on your arm. But before you go, you turn to the Bat and wrap your arms around his neck in an unexpected hug. It takes him a second, but you feel his clawed gloves pressing into your back.

"Thank you for saving me, darlin." As you step back, you press a kiss to his cheek. "Just doing my job." With that, he leaps back into the driver's seat, roof closing behind him and speeding off down the street.

"Come with me. I'll have one of the ladies come patch you up." You trail behind him, glancing around the main lobby of the bustling precinct as he takes you to the infirmary. "This is nurse Mary she'll take care of that busted lip for you."

"Hey, my name is y/n it's nice to meet you, Miss Mary." The slightly older woman gave you a kind smile motioning for you to sit on the examination table. The all too familiar crumpling of the paper cover made you remember just how often you'd gone to the doctor for more serious scrapes than this. "I'll let you get to work. Call me down when you're done."

"I will commissioner." As the door closes behind him, she pulls the curtain to keep you from outside view. Blue latex gloves are pulled on, and she lifts your chin to look at your lip. "It's a simple fix, and you won't need stitches." You let out a relieved sigh relaxing your grip on your bag. She brings over a cotton ball and antiseptic dabbing the liquid on your wound. "No picking when it scabs over! You'll end up with a scar if you do."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good now, let me call the commissioner. Or actually, I'll just escort you up there. He shouldn't mind." She ushers you out the door to the elevator, pressing the button to call it down. As you enter the elevator, a woman runs up, slipping through the closing doors at the last second.

"That was a close one!"

The asian woman seems to be just a few years your senior. She's gorgeous with her sleek straight hair in a neat ponytail and red overshirt. Her lips are also painted in a cherry red lipstick.

"Hey, nurse Mary. How's your day been?"

"Oh, you know the usuals needing to be patched up before being locked up."

"Is she one of them?"

"No, my name is y/n. I'm here to give my statement for a case." She nods with a friendly smile. "I'm Detective Ellen Yin. It's a pleasure to meet you y/n." You shake her hand just as the elevator stops on the commissioner's floor. All three of you step out, and coincidentally, you're heading to the same place.

Yin opens the door for you, and nurse Mary leaves you to go back downstairs. Commissioner Gordon looks up from some paperwork as you and the detective walk in.

"Ah, detective Yin, just the one I need. Please, both of you have a seat." He neatly places the papers in a yellow folder, pulling out a different one. "Let's get started."

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Bruce gently pressed on the armor over his ribs, wincing at the pain from the earlier bullet impact. There would definitely be a bad bruise there tomorrow. Just great! It had to be the night before an important gala! He'd have to grin and bear it till he had the opportunity to leave. At least he got you to the precinct.

One less civilian in his way was always a plus. Now, he had to intercept the drug transport before it got across the bay. From what intel he'd gathered, it would be happening tonight. The only problem was that there were thousands of containers it could be in.

Pulling into one of the old warehouses just down the street, he leaped out, locking up the Batmobile with a button on his belt. He'd have to get to high ground for a stakeout.

The wind blew his cape around as he watched the activity below through his binoculars. So far, he hadn't noticed anyone or anything suspicious, just the normal shipping traffic and port workers. A call over comms snapped him out of his concentration.

"Alfred?"

"No, just me." The sound of his adopted sons voice made a small smile come to his face. "What are you doing up again?"

"Woke up and was wondering where you were?"

"I'm at the port right now on a stakeout. It's been pretty normal so far. Too boring for you."

"You rescue anyone yet?"

"I saved a lady I met at the club the other night."

"Why didn't you let me come!? I could've helped!"

"Thugs are one thing. Highly trained gunmen are another. Also, I wouldn't have allowed you inside in the first place. It's a club, remember."

"Yeah, adults, only I remember."

"Exactly now, go back to bed. And remember, we have a gala tomorrow night."

"Ok, goodnight, Bruce. Stay safe."

"Goodnight. I will."

The line drops, and he's alone again, still searching around for anything or anyone who sticks out. It takes another couple minutes, but he finally spots someone. Really, it's several someone's. Vans pull up near a crab boat.

A man walks up the floating dock to the cement landing to greet them, shaking hands with someone familiar. It's Nielson from the club.

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This is for anyone who needs context to exactly how monstrously big our pickup trucks (utes) can get here in the US.

#fanfic #fic wrighters of tumbler #wrightersoftumblr #wrightersblock #example #pickup trucks #country #southern usa #fic writing

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randofics · 23 days

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Home

No pics are mine

#taste of home #country aesthetic #country #southern life

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randofics · 24 days

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🎶 Lainey Wilson - Things a man oughta know

Gaz x southern reader

The COD boys are meeting you for the first time! Separate stories for each!

Gaz was uncomfortable, to say the least. This extra training with inexperienced privates in the humid carolina air was starting to take its toll, and he just wanted to get this over with so he could fly back home. The rest of the 141 were also here, but they had their own training groups to deal with. He didn't doubt they also wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Thunder rolled, and storm clouds were slowly overtaking the once clear blue sky. He hoped it would rain, so maybe they could cool off. He wouldn't have to hope long as sprinkles light as a fairy hit his uncovered skin.

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Several hours later, all he wanted was a drink to unwind, his back already killing him from the rough land nav session. He'd met up with the others in the lounge room, and they all agreed with his plan to go out and enjoy themselves a bit.

He'd swapped his uniform out for a white wifebeater and jeans along with his usual cap, hoping that more exposed skin would help with the heat.

Price asked some other guys walking past where the closest bar was, and surprisingly, it wasn't that far at all, maybe a five minute drive at most.

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When they stepped inside the neon lit country bar, a couple of people stopped to glance their way but quickly returned to the more interesting conversations and drinks. It was probably a common thing for soldiers to come down from the base for a drink.

He pulled out a seat along with the others, and a waitress sat a stack of menus on the end of the table. The singular laminated papers had two printed sides, one for beers and other strong drinks with food to go along with it. The other side had cocktails and other fruity or mixed drinks with deserts such as cheesecakes or pies.

The team ordered their drinks and three plates of hot wings in different sauces. TV's mounted around the bar were playing different games, and their waitress was kind enough to ask if they wanted to watch anything in particular. She managed to put on a football (soccer) game from the UK, and in no time, the wings and drinks were gone.

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A group of women laughing at one's joke walked inside. They sat at a nearby table and ordered their own drinks.

Price turns his head when he hears their laughter. One woman in nicer dress than the others waves at him with a smile. He smiles back before turning to the team and downing the last of his beer in one go. He gives them a look, getting up and following the woman to the bar.

A few minutes go by, and two more women break off from the group drinks having been finished. One in a cammo cap and another in a pastel yellow dress with lace along the hems single out Gaz and Konig.

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The woman in the cammo cap introduces herself as y/n. There's a bit of dried mud on the bill of her cap, and it looks well worn. "What's a fella like you doin' here in the States?"

"Recruit training, miss." She leans with her hand on the table. "You know I haven't met too many foreigners yet. You're my second brit."

"With the base so close by, I would've thought you'd met more than that." She gives him a small chuckle. "You'd think so. Maybe I just don't time it, right?"

"You're in luck! There's a whole table of foreigners right here." He holds out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Gaz it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n."

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Your conversation draws on for another hour, and you've become engrossed in each other's stories. A couple of beers have been emptied and sit on the old wood table between you.

You had just been laughing at something, he said, twirling a bottle around in front of you. You look up at him with a content smile. "Hey, do you want to go to my place for a bit? Maybe watch a movie or something?"

He's a bit nervous scratching the back of his head. "Sure, I'd love to!" A brighter smile graces your features as you stand.

The taxi drive to your house is filled with hilarious stories and laughs. The tires hit the gravel driveway and come to a stop before your house. Wind chimes on the porch jingle, and your dog in the backyard starts barking.

You pull your keys as he holds the storm door open for you. Cool air hits you when the door swings open and you switch on the light.

He spots the deer head mounted above your couch along with a couple of framed turkey tails and beards. "You're a hunter, after all. I thought you might be."

"Oh yeah, that's my first buck I ever shot. And those are mine and my dad's turkeys from a few years ago." As you put your things away, he glances around the room. A couple of hunting and fishing magazines lay stacked on the coffee table along with a centerpiece bowl of seashells and driftwood.

The shelf nearby has more magazines and old builders manuals along with some miscellaneous titles. Also, a few collectible plates sit on the shelves not packed with books. Movie posters and family pictures cover the empty spots.

You let out a sigh as you plop down on the couch, turning on the TV. "Well, what are ya waiting for? Come sit!"

"Anything in particular you want to watch?"

"Not really no." After a minute of scrolling through movies, you give up.

"There's something we could do to pass the time." You grin at his meaning, setting the remote down and straddling his lap. "I'd like that."

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One hand lands on your thigh, the other cupping your cheek to pull you closer. His lips connect with yours, and you relax against him.

As your hands roam his body, he lets out a quiet moan. His tongue presses against your teeth, asking for entry.

He tastes like beer with a hint of buffalo sauce from his meal earlier. To him, you taste like sweet tea and beer. The lingering sugar in your mouth makes him want more.

You pull away to catch your breath when he takes the opportunity to attack your neck. You hum in contentment as his lips dance across your skin. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath to feel your soft skin. His gentle touch down your spine gives you chills as his other hand spreads over your belly.

A groan escapes his throat when you tug his hair, arms around his neck. He sucks on your pulse, leaving behind a blooming red mark. Your own moans make him grin against you.

Reluctantly, he pulls away to look you in the eyes. "Sorry, I can't go any farther than this love. We only just met after all." You smile, nodding in understanding. "That's fine with me so long as you keep touching me darlin'." He grins, shaking his head. "Alright, then let's keep this going."

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#fanfic #gaz cod #gaz x reader #gaz x y/n #cod mw2 #cod men #x reader #fanfic short series

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Because I'm board here are all the NSFW audios of the CoD boys I know of, if you know of anymore please let me know. 18+ Minors DNI.

Tagging @honeymoon-ss @hearts-for-mason @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ashiscool10 @ask-the-virtual-council and idk who else to tag, I just thought you guys would like to have this list cause i know i do 🤤, if I tagged you in this and you didn't want to be tagged I'm sorry, forgive me 😭

Unless @kristopher-1105 if you want to check these out

Ghost audios (by Badjhur on Reddit)

Caught by ghost.

Zero hour.

Ghosting the party.

Testing the perimeter.

A specialist's touch.

König audios (by badjhur on reddit)

Doktors orders.

Soap audios (by ScotsLibrarian on reddit)

Late hours.

That's all the ones I know of! If you know anymore please feel free to share and I'll add them to the list.

Also made this for myself as well hehehehe

#cod mw2 audios #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost mw2 audios #aaaaahhhh!#why am i like this #mw2 audios #mw2 #badjhur

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OOC Mozzie r6s x reader

I've never played r6s, nor do I know much of the storyline. I honestly just find Mozzie attractive.😅

Also, I looked up how tall he is, and he's literally just 2 inches taller than me at 5'4"! Like I knew, he was short, but I didn't expect him to be that short.

18+ under the cut

It was late when your friend Mozzie knocked on your door. He was still wearing his kit, having been too lazy to remove it after his slow day. You had been in the middle of cleaning still in your work clothes as well when you let him inside.

"Mozzie, I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"It's alright. I'll wait for you." You let out an incredulous laugh as you continued your cleaning. "What? You don't think I can wait for you?"

"No, I've never seen you sit still without a distraction for more than three minutes." He sits in your wooden chair, crossing his arms. "You wanna bet?"

"Mozz, I'll be done with this in a few minutes anyway, so just play on your phone or something."

"You're no fun, y/n!" He shakes his head with a grin under his helmet as he slumps in the chair. His phone chiming with notifications when he turns it on. You place your clean clothes in their respective drawers as his green eyes flicker across the screen.

A smile crossed your face when you heard the music from his game. Another minute or so, and he'd be completely distracted by it. You continued tidying your room, making sure everything was in its place.

The itchy tag on your shirt kept bugging you whenever you moved, and you needed to get changed anyway, so looking over at Mozzie, you made sure he was focused on the game. You took out your old oversized shirt along with your baggy shorts and faced away from him just in case he glanced up.

The movement of you pulling your hair down caught his attention. When you pulled up the hem of your work shirt, his eyes widened. He tried to focus on his screen, but his gaze kept moving back to you. He watched you unclasp your bra, breathing a sigh of relief at the released pressure.

You roll your shoulders in an attempt to loosen the tension and grab your clean shirt, tugging it over your head and arms. Subconsciously, you feel his gaze on you but choose to ignore it.

He slips down further in the chair as he observes you, phone still in his hands. The chair creaks with his movements, and you look back at him. He's still focused on his phone tapping the screen as he plays. You turn back, bending over as you pull down your pants.

Looking up at you again, he swallows, taking in the sight of your covered nethers, as his leg starts to bounce nervously. He can't help the dirty thoughts that cross his mind and the things he's been wanting to do to you for a while, which comes flooding back to him.

You glance at him again, and this time, he doesn't look away quickly enough. You knew it was a gamble whether he'd look or not. With your shorts pulled up, you cross the room towards him. He watches as you get closer, his heart rate spiking in anticipation.

You step between his legs, placing a hand on the back of the chair over his shoulder and leaning over him to cut off the main light. Your chest in his face makes him blush, and as you try to leave him, he grips your waist. "Where do you think you're going little magpie? You don't just do that and expect me to ignore it."

He unbuckles the clasp of his helmet, pulling it off with one hand and sitting it on the floor. "Help me take off my vest, will ya?" You work together to undo the buckles and velcro, and he lifts it over his head, laying it with his helmet.

"C'mere." He pats his lap, beckoning you to sit, and you oblige. He grips your rear, pulling you flush to him. Your hands pressed into his chest as you come nose to nose with him. He gives you a devilish grin, placing one hand on your thigh, the other moving to caress your jaw.

This had been coming for a while now. You two were clearly no longer "just friends," as you and Mozz liked to put it.

Your eyes flutter closed as he pulls you in. He kisses you gently at first, relaxing into the chair as your hands move to card through his hair. Rough hands gripping your flesh make heat spread over your face as he runs them up your sides to your chest. "I could tell that bra was rough on ya, baby. Let me help with that tension."

Gently, he starts to massage your breasts, easing the dull ache you had gotten so used to over the years. You let out a content sigh, laying your forhead in the crook of his neck and gripping the back of his shirt. "I bet that feels better, doesn't it?" You practically purr in agreement, adjusting your hips in his lap.

The soft bulge forming in his pants presses into your thigh, and you get a mischievous idea. Adjusting again, you sit right on him, making him suck in a breath. Your lips attack his neck as your hands run over his abs beneath his shirt. A breathy chuckle escapes his lips. "You sure are excited, magpie. Mmh, easy on the neck. It's a tad sensitive."

You lightly nip his jaw, trailing kisses down his throat. Your hips grind down into him, and he tilts his head back in pleasure. Pulling his shirt up, you nudge him to lift his arms. "I don't wanna be the only one without a shirt here." You tug your own shirt off, tossing it with his. His lips press into the Y of your chest as he leans forward, holding you up with his strong arms.

His green eyes, half lidded, meet yours as you stretch, arching your back. When you wrap your arms around him again, he abruptly stands, lifting you up by the thighs. A squeak escapes your throat at the quick movement.

You bounce as he falls forward onto your bed. This time, it's his lips on your neck as you lock your legs around his hips. His hand slips under your waistband and into your underwear. Rough fingertips graze your sensitive button, and your breath hitches in your throat. He swipes his fingers through your folds, causing a moan to tumble from your lips.

You feel them dip inside you, and you grip his shoulders. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you scissoring them inside you, adding to your pleasure. Moans escape your throat as he adds another finger meticulously, rubbing them along your walls in an attempt to find your g-spot. When you arch your back, scratching your nails across his skin, letting out pitiful whines, he knows he's found it.

He presses the pad of his finger there, rubbing it in small circles as you shake a little beneath him. "Mozz, please! I need you!"

"Ok, shh, you'll have me lovely. Are you on the pill?" You nod gripping the wrist, still shoved in your shorts. Ever so gently, he pulls his fingers from you, leaving you empty. He unceremoniously pulls down your shorts, tossing them with the shirts and produces his knife, cutting the cheap underwear from your body.

Discarding the knife with his belt, he unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his briefs. You're both naked now as he climbs back on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. Grabbing his face, you pull him in for a kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His member prodds your folds as he lowers himself onto you, and subconsciously, your legs lock around his waist again. Rocking his hips, he lubricates himself with your slick. "You ready, Magpie?"

"Yeah, go ahead, Mozz." Gently and slowly, he pierces your ring of muscles which quiver around him. You hug him tight as he sinks deeper inside you, reaching deeper than his fingers had earlier. Once he's hilted inside you, he lets you relax around him. Eventually, though, the long wait becomes too much for him, and he pulls out a bit, plunging right back in a second later.

Your moans and mewls grow louder as you feel your coil is close to snapping. He grips your shoulder and thigh, pulling you into his thrusts. "You feel amazing, love!" His words come out in breathy panting, hips ramming into yours.

"Mozzie! Harder!" Without a second thought, he does as asked, thrusting harder into you. His mouth on your neck and chest leaves behind red marks, and his nails dig into your thigh at his own pleasure. He can feel himself twitching inside you as his coil gets tighter.

When you finally release around him, your muscles tighten, squeezing him like a vice. Your voice moaning his name tips him over the edge, and he feels himself release inside you like a water gun. Chills flow over him at the intense pleasure.

You feel hot liquid fill your insides as his member twitches hard against your walls. Your nails dig into his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake.

He kisses you again, uncoordinated and sloppy with his sudden drained energy. When he attempts to pull out of you, your legs tighten around him, keeping him there. "Lovely, what are you doing?"

"Don't go. At least not yet." He chuckles into your hair, placing a kiss to your forhead. "You're like my little koala."

With a sigh, he relents relaxing in your embrace. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Mozzie." Sleep quickly overtakes the two of you, and you rest peacefully the entire night.

#rainbow 6 siege #mozzie #r6siege #r6s fanfic #fanfic #x reader #Mozzie x reader

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🎉It's my birthday!!!🎉

I'm officially a year older than I was yesterday!

Not having a big party or anything, I'm just gonna go out with my Momma, Daddy, little brother, and Mema to eat.

#celebration #birthday #one year older

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Anyone else having an issue with their drafts getting posted without you pressing post? Like, I've had this happen 3 times now in the last 2 days, maybe 3. I'll be editing a story and attempting to save it only for the "no connection" thing come up in red, and when I press home or back, it posts the darn story!!! Why!?

Now I'm having to resort to moving posts manually to my notes so they don't post when I try to save them!!!

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Thermalis

🎶 Maroon5- she will be loved

Ultra Magnus x reader

18+

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Magnus was using his thermals to look over a malfunctioning piece of equipment when your entrance caught his attention. Your vibrant figure stood out against the cold blue of the concrete floor. Even the breath puffing through your nose and mouth had a fleeting heat.

It got colder inside during these winter desert nights. Cold enough for you to constantly wear your old high-school hoodie and leggings.

To his surprise, you weren't wearing the hoodie. Instead, it was tied around your waist, leaving your top half covered in a tank top. He observed your heat signature as you climbed the metal steps to the platform, curious at the way heat seemed to radiate from your belly, chest, and head. Your limbs were a bit cooler, and your fingers even cooler than them.

You noticed him staring and gave him a small smile. "What is it, Magnus?"

Shaking his helm slightly to clear it he hummed in question back at you. "I noticed you staring, so what's up?"

"Ah apologies y/n I noticed you weren't wearing your hoodie."

"Oh yeah, Rachet had me working on some of his equipment earlier. The cooling system was malfunctioning, so I had to wriggle inside where it was still hot to repair a few things. Made me sweat like a racehorse." He nods, remembering his own tech troubles. "I may have a similar problem with this equipment here."

"Really? Well, I can take a look if you want?"

"That would be much appreciated, thank you." He held out his servo for you to hop into and brought you over to the malfunctioning machine. Popping open a side panel, you lay on your back to slide inside all the way to your waist. Magnus observes your arms, moving about as you look over the wires and cables inside. The flashlight between your teeth slips in your concentration and smacks you in the forehead before rolling further inside the machine.

"OW... I sworney! Get back here, ya stupid flashlight!" Magnus quirks a browridge as you feel around for the familiar cylinder of your light. You shift your legs from their side laying position to propped up and spread as you reach further inside. Having forgotten his thermals were still on, the hot signature between your thighs drew in his optics.

He somewhat understood why your torso would be so hot but down there? Cybertronians were usually cold there. As you finally grabbed the light and continued your work, Magnus was staring off into space. His processor wandering. He couldn't help his curiosity in how that warmth would feel against him but remembered that organics were wet and squishy inside. At first, the thought kinda grossed him out, but the longer he thought about it, the stronger his curiosity became till he finally steered his thoughts towards you.

He hadn't been thinking of you specifically, at least not at first, but now he was thinking of how you would feel on his spike. The raunchy thoughts caught him off guard. He shook his helm to dispell them, clearing his vocalizer. A blue blush crossing his faceplate. He needed to distract himself with work. Walking over to his data pad, he turned it on, trying to busy himself with "paperwork."

He couldn't stop his thoughts about you. He wondered how much your temperature would change as he worked you up and how plush your body might be in his servos.

"Something wrong, big guy?" He gives you a strange look. You feel a bit shy under his gaze and trip over your words. "Magnus? Wh-what is it? Why are you... staring at me like that?" He kneals, and you take a step back.

"Your heat signature."

"What about it?" He clears his vocalizer standing straight again. "Nevermind, forget I said anything."

"Okaaay... I'm finished with the repair." He gives you a curt nod, turning back to the screens covered in cybertronian script. "Thank you for your assistance, y/n." Shaking your head, you walk away, not realizing the mech has his optics on you.

He silently watches you leave, finally switching his thermals off so he can see everything in normal color.

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The next hour or so was very unproductive for him. He just couldn't stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, he gave up deciding that a night drive would calm his racing processor. But as fate would have it, he wouldn't be alone.

You jogged into the main room, calling to him as he got ready to transform. "Magnus! Magnus! Wait up!" He qwirked a brow ridge as you huffed from running. "Do you... mind dropping me off at my place?"

"Is Bumblebee unable to?"

"Yeah, he's busy helping Optimus." He nods, transforming in front of you. His driver side door pops open, and you step up inside. With your seatbelt secure around you, he drives through the tunnel.

Raindrops hit his windshield as he passed the giant hidden doors. Puddles had formed in the almost hydrophobic desert soil as an unusual hard rain poured from the heavens. He didn't need to use his wipers, but for the sake of blending in, he turned them on. Several cars passed in the opposite lane, almost backed up for some reason.

You looked farther ahead and spotted the flashing lights of police vehicles. You could see that the road ahead was blocked off by barricades and police cruisers. A large section of road had collapsed in the rushing floodwaters, and no one would be getting through anytime soon.

"Ugh, that's just great! Now, how will I get home?"

"You could accompany me for a drive while I find another way through?"

"Ok, if you're alright with it?" You watch the lights on the radio flash as he speaks. "I have nothing better to do at the moment." He makes a u-turn following the other vehicles through the translucent sheets of rain. A few minutes down the road, he turns onto a dirt one. You can feel his shocks taking the brunt of the worn potholes as he slowly drives through them.

Mud cakes his tires and undercarriage, making it hard to get a good grip on the road. The detour was proving more and more fruitless by the minute. He grunted as his tires spun in a particularly deep wallow. The mud had practically drained from under his tires, leaving him on top of a shelf of mud. His weight now off his tires put pressure on his undercarriage.

In cybertronian, he cursed his steering wheel, turning left and right as he tried to gain enough traction. With that not working, either he partially transforms using different parts to drag himself forward, eventually escaping the deep mud.

"That was deep! I was beginning to wonder if I should call for a wrecker."

"I doubt Bulkhead or Wheeljack would've been much help." You let out a chuckle at his misunderstanding. "No, I mean a wrecker like a vehicle recovery truck. They're mainly used for semi recovery." He grunts in recognition, continuing down the road.

The lights of a main road shine up ahead, and you breathe an unconscious sigh of relief when he rolls onto the asphalt. It's obvious, however, just how much mud is stuck to his tires as he unevenly drives down the road. As you continue looking forward, you spot an empty car wash.

"How about we stop at this car wash so I can spray you down?"

"Agreed, my tires aren't getting enough traction with this mud." He pulls into the semi sized wash bay and cuts his engine. The old car wash only has one working light in this bay, leaving it washed in a dim greenish-blue. Stepping out, you take the pressure washer in hand, immediately starting on his tires. The mud washes away relatively quickly, and before you know it, you're kneeling down, trying to spray his undercarriage clean.

The yellowish lights of an older pickup truck shine across you, and Magnus as a man pulls into the small lot. He parked next to the air pump, stepping out onto the glossy wet pavement. The rain had finally settled down quite a bit.

As you continued your spraying, the man was clearly watching you as he stood there a moment. He suddenly called out to you, gaining your attention. "Hey ma'am! Do you need some help?"

You wiped water from your face as you stood to face him. "No sir, I'm fine, thanks!" The man started walking over when you turned your back to him. Alarms rang in Magnus' processor, so he switched on his holoform. Opening the driver's side door, he stepped out, making eye contact with the approaching man. Immediately upon seeing Magnus, he turned on his heels and walked back to his truck to put air in his tires.

Boots hitting the concrete drew your attention. You were met with an older man, probably in his late forties, his hair just beginning to grey and dressed in battle fatigues. He was clean-shaven and standing with his hands behind his waist as a general would.

"That you Magnus?" He only nods, watching the man as he finally gets back in his truck, driving away. Magnus turns to you as you finish spraying his undercarriage clean. "That feel better?"

"Yes, thank you, y/n." Noticing your slight shivering, he turns on his thermals again. You're a tad colder than you were back at base, and clearly, the spray of the hose dampened your clothes. The cool breeze didn't help much either. After spraying a clean path to his passenger door and cleaning your shoes, you step up inside again.

Glancing at his surroundings, he steps up into the driver's seat. Pulling forward, he drives into the dark, secluded rear of the car wash to park. As you rub your arms in an attempt to get warm, you give him a confused look. His seat slides back as far as possible, and he pats his lap.

"You want me to get in your lap?"

"You're cold, aren't you? It's the least I can do for that wash down." You bite your lip as you think it over. Caving, you clamber over to him, straddling his legs with your hands on his chest. Gently and a bit unsure of yourself, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lay against him. His holoform is warm to your surprise but not as much as a human. You nuzzle into his neck, closing your eyes at the comforting feeling of his presence. Arms wrap around your back, and you let out a content sigh, relaxing your muscles.

He feels your body loosen as your breath tickles his holoform skin. He wraps his arms around you and lets himself relax as well.

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A few minutes pass, and you can't help but fidget a little with his uniform buttons. "What are you doing?" His deep voice close to your ear sends a shiver down your spine. And you can feel your body react to him. Gently, you press your lips against his neck, taking him by surprise.

He sucks in a synthetic breath as you place more tender kisses on his skin. "Would it be alright if I switched holoforms?" You pause, leaning back to look him in the eyes. "You have a different holoform?" Now you were curious, would it be this human with different clothes or something else? "I can project a holoform of my true body as well as this human form."

Perhaps he wanted to do this in his true form rather than some human version of himself. It was understandable. You wouldn't want to do something intimate in another body either. You smile and nod, letting him know you were ok with it and his holoform morphs before your eyes.

That familiar blue, red, and silver body sits under you as solid as ever. When you shift in his lap, you brush against his modesty panel, sending a small jolt of pleasure through your nerves. His servos land on your waist, and you press your forhead against his in a sign of affection.

"What would you like me to do next?" His question has you smiling, giving him a soft chuckle. "Just do what feels right, Magnus."

"Mmh, alright then." He takes your jaw in his servo, pulling you in for a kiss. It's gentle at first, both of you unsure about yourselves but slowly you get into a rhythm of sorts. His glossa ran over your teeth, asking for entry, which you obliged. His denta clashed against your teeth as the kiss grew frantic. Subconsciously, you scooted forward, sitting right on his modesty panel. His servo gripped your rear, lifting you slightly as you heard feint clicks. When you sat back down His modesty panel wasn't there anymore instead replaced by a spike of sorts. Rounded and pliable like some kind of silicone covered metal. It was dark charcoal grey with feint blue lights running along it.

A mad blush covers your face and ears as you look back up at him. He also looks nervous and can't keep eye contact with you. "I apologize y/n I didn't mean for that to happen." For once, you can hear nerves in his voice. He's normally so calm and collected much like Optimus.

Gaining confidence at his nervousness, you give him a peck on the lips, sliding off his lap. You strip in front of him all the way down to bare skin. His glowing eyes scan your body in awe as you gingerly slip back into his lap. "You're gorgeous. I don't know any femmies that even come close to your beauty." You almost tear up at his compliments.

He lets his servos roam your skin as he moves to kiss your neck. Small sounds escape your throat as he caresses your abdomen and deftly touches your spine. You position yourself on his spike, moving your hips back and forth to gain some pleasure. He groans in your ear as you rub yourself on him. Your slick leaks on him lubricating him for the next step.

When he breaks away from your neck, you kiss him again and sit up on your knees above him. "Are you certain you want to go through with this?" Your gaze is dark with arousal as you nod to him. You split yourself open, gently aligning him with your entrance as you finally sink down.

He hisses, cursing in cybertronian at the feeling of you around him. You let out a pitiful whine as he stretches you, filling you perfectly. You grip his shoulders to ground yourself as you both stay still for a moment. Relaxing your muscles, you slip just a bit further down to the base of him as he grips your hips tight.

When he attempts to move, you wrap your arms around his neck, gripping one of his ear finials. He moves his servos to your rear, lifting you up only to thrust back into you. Moans quickly flow from your lips as he gets into rhythm. A growl escapes him as he leans forward, getting out of the seat. With you he shimmys to his back cabin, laying you on the folding cot.

He gets on top of you and moves the pillow under your hips before slipping back inside you with a pleasured groan. You let out a gasp when he plunges back in, the different angle providing new pleasure. As he thrusts harder, you lock your legs around his waist and claw at his back plates. You can feel the coil inside you tightening as your muscles squeeze around his spike.

"Magnus... Harder!" Immediately, his hips snap harder into yours, and you feel your coil about to snap. It's only when he whispers to you something in cybertronian gripping the meat of your rear that it finally snaps. You call out his name as your body tenses, waves of white hot pleasure running through you.

He continues moving through your high, letting possesive synthetic growls slip through his vocalizer. An almost inaudible hiss of air meets your ears as your mind clears a bit, and you suddenly feel his girth increase inside you. It stretches you just a bit more, and you already feel another orgasm slowly creeping up on you.

Magnus isn't slowing down yet either as he lifts one of your legs to gain a better angle. His lips attacking your neck again as he chases his own release. His denta nip at your skin, and his glossa runs along your throat, making you shiver.

You feel his arms around you as he suddenly picks you back up, taking a standing position. He thrusts up into you, letting out what you can only guess is cybertronian dirty talk. Nonetheless, it works, and you know you're close to another release. Chanting his name like a mantra, you claw at his back and grip his finials.

"I'm close y/n!" You can't respond only letting moans flow from your lips. With a few more thrusts, he lets out a hiss cursing in cybertronian again as he releases inside you. Heat fills your womb as you squeeze him like a vice. Your legs tighten around him in an attempt to pull him further inside you. You can feel your walls pulse around him as he gently thrusts into you to ride out your high.

Breathing hard, you give him a sleepy smile touching forheads again in affection. He sits back in the driver's seat, letting you lay against him. "Can we stay here for a bit?"

"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way." Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close your eyes. "I love you, Magnus." His spark swells with joy at that. "I love you as well, y/n."

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