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emotionallyattachednerd · 1 year ago

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Jealous Type ❙ ES Megatron x f!robot reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Smut ( Oral and spike in valve ), jealous behaviour, mentions of past relationship, some angst and happy ending. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Honestly, I love the Megatron from earthspark. We all see a side to him we haven’t before and I think it’s beautiful. Thanks anon for senidng this in. It turned out much more fluffy. Also I made the reader robot as you didn’t spesify, so hope that’s alright. 🥰

Added notes: I had so many issues posting this. For some reason this wasn’t appearing anywhere. This will be my fourth attempt in posting it. Had to test around with the tags to see what the issue was. I’m unsure why this happened, and I'm still unsure. But just checking the feeds and it seems to be working now, so it just fixed itself I think? Posting again and fingers crossed it behaves.

Coffee ☕

You both came from the same lifestyle back on Cybertron. You followed him during those times during the rebellion. You joined his side when he formed the decepticons, no matter what, you swore to serve him. That’s how things grew more between you two, and you both grew to even love one another. But like all good things it doesn’t last forever as the war rages on. There was never any time for either of you, and you drifted apart so bluntly. Nonetheless you continue to follow him, no matter how much it stung when he merely treats you like one of his soldiers and not his lover anymore.

For so long it continues, and suddenly he changes and sides with Optimus. At the time you were pissed. After everything, all the sacrifices, everything you did for him, what was it all for? As expected the decepticons pretty much turned their backs on their former leader, ignoring his excuses. You weren’t upset about the cause but more like Megatron for dragging you through every struggle for so long, only to leave you still hanging over the edge. What you hated more was that you still loved the bastard.

You chose to not hang around, leaving the decepticons and Megatron to their silly games and hide around on the new planet you reside on. Earth. Oddly enough you find a peaceful beauty on the planet, and choose to use this to try and recover yourself from all that time ago. It doesn’t last though, of course it doesn’t. The all spark was gone, or sent back to Cybertron, and the space bridge was destroyed. You were all stranded here. Fantastic.

It doesn’t take you long to figure out about G.H.O.S.T. and how they’re tracking down decepticons. Megatron was offering changes, to work together, for the sake of their world and species. The words from Optimus that somehow got hardwared in that thick lug nut processor of his. You don’t want to be part of that, not yet at least. It’s not that you didn’t understand why Meagtron was working with Optimus, you did, but he hurt you and you hated to simply give in.

You avoiding being captured was about to run out eventually. G.H.O.S.T. find you and drag you back to their base where you’re about to be put in prison, but this is stopped by Megatron. He vouched for you, much to your surprise, before asking you the big question. Will you join us?

Your answer is yes.

Now you worked with G.H.O.S.T who you didn’t like or trust at all. There is something off about them, and even Megatron made a few comments about his mistrust of them, but Optimus asks to give them a chance to prove themselves. It’s not like there is much you can say or do anyway, just work as a team.

Megatron is different, older you remark to yourself, but it’s like the war is still raging in his processor in a silent never ending scream. He looks tired and worn down, yet he continues to thrive being the Megatron you know. You want to talk to him about everything, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to do this. Expressing is something you haven’t done in a long time and there are reasons you stopped so long ago. You decide to leave it and just try to move on. This proves to be near difficult, so you distract yourself however you can.

Flirting. It just started as harmless flirting. You didn’t think much of it at the time. Optimus didn’t seem to mind either, even looking rather flattered with himself, but you did catch Elita sending you a few glares if she might’ve overheard. You know not to tread on that turf, not that you were interested anyway. Though it wasn’t just Elita that noticed but Megatron as well.

“Why are you playing around with Optimus?” His stern voice is heard and you turn to face him through narrowed optics.

“Excuse me? I’m not playing around with anyone.”

“You’re flirting with him. Are you smitten by him?” His tone grows annoyed causing you to scoff lightly in amusement.

“No, and even if I was, why does that bother you?”

“You know damn well why it bothers me.”

“What’s this? The mighty Megatron is jealous? Grow up. There’s nothing between you and me anymore, you made that very clear. I can flirt with whoever I want.”

“Me? We were at war! You wanted so much more that couldn’t be given. You decided to end things because you weren’t patient enough.”

“Don’t you dare put the blame on me! Yes, I wanted more, I wanted us to build a future together but you were so focused on leading the decepticons there was no time for us.”

“How could we have built a future in the middle of a war?!” He’s booming now. The old Megatron flickered across your view for a short moment.

“I don’t know, but you certainly didn’t try very hard. You gave up on us and I chose to ignore it all because I believed in you still. Now here we are, and all for what? For you to side with Optimus. I loved you, I gave myself to you, I dragged myself in all sorts of smelting pits for you! You broke my spark, and it still hurts.”

“You’re making it all about you.” His answer took you off guard. “You think you were the only one that was hurt? Don’t pretend that you are the innocent one. I wanted you to be patient for us but you couldn’t do that and decided for yourself that we were over. You never spoke to me about it, never mentioned it ever again, just pretended all was fine. Now that hurt me.”

Your optics beam with tears as he steps closer saying all this. How dare he? It wasn’t your fault! He’s the one that chose to ignore you.

“Go frag yourself.” You can only whisper. He’s so close to you, which causes you to shove at his large chest. “Frag you!”

You don’t know how it happened, but he’s suddenly kissing you. You feel him holding your shoulders firmly as he presses his lips against your own, feeling desperate.

You react by pushing him away and slapping him. He looks defeated when you do this. You allow everything to sink in and you suddenly feel bad for hitting him. Reaching up you touch his cheek plating where you had hit him. He doesn’t flinch, and instead you watch as his optics shuttered closed and lean into your touch, letting out a warm purr that vibrates against your servo. You still loved the bastard.

Stepping closer you move your servos along his shoulder plating. Your height difference never affected your ability to touch or hold him before. He leans closer again, slowly this time, grazing his lips against your audio making you exhale softly from the tender contact. He moves his helm back in front of you and you’re the one to kiss him then, deeply, desperate yourself.

Suddenly he moves you both into the nearest room. Empty. But at least it wasn’t out in the open for anyone to see within the base. He presses you against the wall and lets out a groan against your lips, glossas dominating one another before he’s on his knees before you so fast.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Winning you back.”

You feel both his glossa and dentas against your inner thigh then, nibbling and sucking against your soft metal skin as he raises your leg up onto his shoulder.

“Oh…” You can only gasp out which is soon followed by a growing moan, arising arousal rushing through your entire frame making you quiver in delight. When you feel his glossa run up against your closed panel you suddenly retract it and press your exposed valve down against him.

Megatron lets out a deep moan that shakes from your aching valve as he tastes your sweet fluids, rolling his glossa into your depths and uses that along with his vibrations against your node, stimulating your valve and worshipping you on his knees.

Your helm tilts back against the wall as you tighten your thighs around his helm, grinding down gently against his face as you press your servo at the back of his helm, keeping him there as you ride yourself against him. Heated gasps leave you as your rocking motions increase, as do the movements of his glossa.

You can feel yourself growing more hot and aroused, your overload quickly building as you continue to rock yourself in the perfect sync with his glossa, before it’s suddenly gone and he’s standing back up.

“I was getting close…” You snarl at him through annoyed optics.

He only chuckles light at your annoyance. “Darling, I only wish to savour every bit of you. Besides,” He leans closer and whispers into your audio, “don’t you want me to frag you?”

You respond by letting out a shaky vent, hearing his panel retract and watching his extensive spike eject out between you both. Oh you’ve missed him.

“Yes, frag me senseless.”

Grabbing hold onto his shoulders again you wrap your legs tightly around his broad waist, feeling him kissing you delicately before he slides himself inside your drenched valve.

Megatron’s cable stretches you fully, every ridge and pulse flutters against your inner walls as your node grinds against his base. With your arms wrapped around the back of his neck you gaze lustfully into his optics before kissing him again more firmly, rocking your hips down along his spike causing you both to moan deeply.

He holds you steady against the wall and begins to increase the pace of his thrusts, slow and strong thrusts that push every inch of his length inside you, pushing out heated moans from you over again.

Your back scraps against the wall he had you pressed against as you held on tightly around his rocking large figure against you. At that point you didn’t care who would hear either of you, and relished every thrust delivered to you. He continues this pace before finally increasing his thrusts, grunting firmly as he grew close to his own overload, practically rutting into you.

“Megatron…frag…oh primus!” You can’t help but cry out as your node is stimulated against him, your overload suddenly comes crashing through your entire frame and lets out a blissful cry into his neck.

He thrusts into you firmly a few more times before he stiffens and you feel his trans fluids soak your inner depths along with a deep rumbled moan muffled into your shoulder by him.

He keeps you between himself and the wall, his twitching spike still buried deep in you while you savoured every moment with him. Gently, he presses his helm against the front of yours and lets out a long and deep vent.

“Can we try again?” You hear him ask you, and you can’t help but smirk softly.

“Us? Or interfacing?” He responds with a hearty chuckle.

“Both.”

You already know your answer. “We can.” You grab his chin firmly between your digits then. “But I swear, hurt me and I’ll personally offline you myself.”

“I expect no one else to do such a thing.” He leans his helm into your digits before kissing your inner palm making you smile tenderly. You missed that stupid old handsome face.

“Good. Let’s continue this in your quarters. I want you to frag me into oblivion.” You feel yourself smirk before he removes himself and lowers you down. He’s growing semi hard again you take notice.

“Let’s go than, darling.” He fixes himself up but you know it’s uncomfortable for him before you finally accept his offered servo on your own and let him lead you to his private quarters.

Perhaps there is hope for you both to have a future.

#transformers #earthspark #megatron #valveplug #reader insert #megatron x reader #jealous megatron #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag #older mechs are the hottest #megatron is a snack

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istadris · 6 months ago

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I saw some headcanons and fics about Mario and Luigi's dad being a garage mechanic or something similar (and Luigi taking after him in that field), and some other about how the Mario family doesn't visit the Mushroom world often because they don't trust magic pipes.

So now I'm imagining Papa Pio and Mamma Mia finally relenting to visit the Mushroom world, with Mia trying her best for her boys and Pio dragging his feet the whole time because this world is crazy.

Until the bros take him to Kong kingdom, and he goes nuts. The moment he finds the kart workshop/garage, he disappears for hours in it and comes out with his own kart and a blossoming friendship with the kong mechanics. To Mario's bafflement and Luigi's hilarity, the Kongs all find their dad cooler than the bros

At first DK finds it hilarious and intends to never let Mario live it down. But his joy is short lived because when Pio learns DK beat up his son in an arena, he becomes cold. Glares at DK and ignores him whenever the big lug is trying to talk to him. He won't get be rude, but he's very blunt and makes it clear he doesn't care for a guy who punched his son. Spike was one thing, he was the boys's boss and they needed their job, but here, the boys don't need to be polite to that rude ape.

Even Mario stops finding this funny very quickly. Sure, they started off on the wrong foot, but he's grown fond of DK, and so did Luigi. Is that really necessary?? Well yes, his dad says, and he's as stubborn as his son.

#super mario bros #mario movie #miscellaneous mario madness

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alpinefitco · 2 years ago

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Surviving Alaska: Winter Hikes

Difficulty level: hard to extreme

Hiking in summer is easy: hiking shoes, shorts, shirt, water and a snack. Hiking in winter is never that easy. Conditions on the ground and in the air dominate your plans, often changing how you thought the day was going to go. Add in the Alaska factor with big distances, limited support, and harsher conditions and you might think twice on your ambitions. Pack carefully and always pack a little extra just in case because the consequences otherwise are misery and frustration. The most important factors are your layers and your footwear; if you nail these 2, the rest is more like a normal hike. The experienced Alaskan will monitor weather before and during the hike, monitor speed and exhaustion levels, and pack a good lunch.

In favorable conditions you might get away with running shoes, something with big lugs and a closed toe. Throw on some gaiters and away you go. However, if this is a hike (and not just a run) plan to bring some micro spikes just in case; as you gain altitude, the snow will often thin and expose some ice which is no fun without sharp metal. When it’s colder out, trade in your shoes for some hiking boots. Some are big enough that you might need to size up on the micro spikes. Or if it’s really bad just put on your crampons; I like the ones that don't collect snow. For the really intrepid explorers venturing off the trail or in very fresh pow, bring some snow shoes. Yes they are slow and cumbersome, but traveling across a deep snow field without them is impossible.

Have this footwear available:

Hiking shoes with lugs and a closed toe

Microspikes

Hiking boots

Gaiters

Campons

Snowshoes

Layering for winter weather has been covered elsewhere. Suffice to say, expect a wide variation in body temperatures. You might start out cold and then find you don’t need gloves at all when your hands warm up. The trick is a modular layering system that will allow for the temperatures swings that occur as you transition from freezing at the car just getting started, to overheating as you move up the mountain, to cold again at the top eating lunch. Take the time to stop a couple times on the way up to strip off unnecessary equipment. Try not to sweat in your down layers which will reduce their loft and insulation. Bring warm mittens and a thinner pair of gloves. Remember, the faster you move, the more you sweat, the wider the temperature fluctuation. Expect to go slower than you thought you would.

I recommend having these layers at the ready:

Alpine Fit base layer top and bottom

Soft shell jacket

Water proof/resistant pants

Snow jacket

Insulated layer

Warm hat

Goggles

Thin gloves and thick mitts

Neck gaiter

Check the local forecast. Check the avalanche report. High winds? Re-evaluate your plans. New deep snow? Make sure you aren’t in avalanche terrain and are prepared to slog it out. More than other seasons, the rapidly changing conditions in winter often cancel plans or cause serious adjustments to location, gear, and ambitions. Really important is to assess the competence of your campions and consider who is going to lose interest first and at what point in the hike.

Last but not least, pack a good snack. A thermos of hot chocolate, tea or broth. A sandwich or bagel and a fig bar. My experience is that fruit might freeze, as does nut bars which become as hard as concrete. Unless conditions are favorable, lunch is often brief, limited by dropping body temperature. Pack enough to keep you going and a little extra for your friends. Too much and it’ll weigh you down and with all your extra gear you don’t need that.

Have fun out there! Send us some pictures :)

#alaska #winter hiking #surviving alaska #adventure #gear lists

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darreinhardt · 2 years ago

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I say this as car lover who got into cars via Need For Speed during the 00's street racing fad: that but for EVERYONE makes their car obnoxious. And I don't mean with just sound systems and fart cans - I mean:

The guys how lift their RAM pickups so that they can't tow anything with them (like they would have anyway).

The guys with spike lug nuts on their tires (I hold my breathe every single goddamn time we pass one another).

The guys who lower their cars so much they bottom out driving over a pebble

The guys with wide tires (you will fucking hit us with those, just like you will with the spike lug nuts, and like with like with the spike lugs, WE will suffer the damage for YOUR desire to look "cool").

The guys who angle their tires out so much (negative camber) that their tires' walls (the side of the tire; has no tread pattern for rain just isn't designed to be in contact with the road to begin with).

The guys whose paint jobs are so bright and contrasting that even Slaaneshi Noise Marines find them a bit much.

Tying into that: stop putting your waifus on your cars; you just make other anime fans like myself look bad.

Finally, those guys who modify their trucks to put out big, black plumes of smoke (rolling coal) - you paid thousands of dollars on modifications, voided the warranty, are spending increased insurance premiums, pissing through fuel, putting extra wear on your engine and are risking assault charges (them turnign this shit on next to pedestrians, bicyclists, and hybrids are where this gores from obnoxious to scummy) just to "OwN DaH LibZ!!!1!!one" proves just how much of a good idea machine you are not.

children outside screaming: annoying but ultimately for the greater good. children need Going Outside and Screaming Time for proper emotional development. an auditory burden I am willing to bear

neighbor with his car he made louder on purpose: jail for neighbor. jail for ten thousand years

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cmozro · 2 years ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 24 Spike Lug Nuts Lugs 14 X 1.5 Chrome Silver NO KEY Craft Use.

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hutrust · 2 years ago

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Spike lug nuts

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#Spike lug nuts

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est-nord · 6 years ago

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#lug nuts #spikes #nuts #wheel #rim #upload

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nightowl343 · 1 month ago

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"why do trucks have spiked lug nuts"

It's because "the spikes are designed to protect the lug nut from normal wear-and-tear and weathering damage, such as rust from heavy rain. The spike design helps flick moisture away while the wheel is spinning, too." -google

I saw a truck and I always wondered why they had them.

@theatomicgummybear @ponytailx @worstwolverinesbf

last google search, go

um. Tag four people.

what do they make sewer tunnels out of

@ncc1701ohno @affixjoy @the-magpieprince @twinkboimler

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby

Day Five: Anyone Can Change A Tire, Right?

Warnings: Bad Language Words, Hint of Smut.

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

A/N: We are having so much fun giving Ransom everyday tasks. 🤣 The poor Man Child is really hopeless, but he is giving it his best effort. Just wait till you all see what else @what-is-your-plan-today, @jennmurawski13 and I have planned for you all.

Happy Reading!

Series Masterlist

“Ransom, I'm running to the store. Do you need anything not on my list?” You call out while you're grabbing the keys off the hook near the door, when Ransom pops from around the corner having heard his name.

“Yea, cookies. I'm all out.” He said, wiping his hand dry on a dish towel, just finishing up with cleaning up from a light lunch you had made the two of you earlier.

You narrow your eyes at him, knowing exactly what he wanted, the sweet buttery cookies of his that was your man's sweet tooth addiction, Biscoff. “You are sure we don't have any in the pantry Ransom? Because I swore I ordered some just last week off Amazon.”

“Yea, last week Y/N. That was days ago, those are gone.” he tossed the towel over his shoulder, hands falling to hips as his brows shot up at the absurdity of your statement. Last week, cookies never lasted that long with him.”I'm sure it's like… I'm experiencing sympathy pregnancy cravings.”

You looked at him like he was being ridiculous, which he was. “Sympathy pregnancy cravings? Bullshit, you just never been told no. Fine fine, you're like a damn dog with a bone for those things.” You shake your head while heading to the garage muttering to yourself ‘Pregnancy symptoms my ass, why couldn't he have had morning sickness like I did.”

“Like a dog with those and you Princess.” He retorts with a smirk when you look over your shoulder at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and you close the door with a loud snap just so he knew what you thought of that, which he chuckled a bit knowing he had gotten under your skin with his teasing.

Ransom was thinking to himself what a job well done, he managed to get the kitchen looking halfway decent and got you riled up a bit when he heard the soles of your shoes against the linoleum behind you. Turning, he smirked at you, cocky as ever. “Change of heart? Gonna let me go all ‘dog with a bone’ on you?” He lewdly suggested with a twist of your earlier words on you when you shook your head.

“First, hell no. Talk about mood killer Ransom, and secondly my car has a flat. Let me have the Beamers keys.”

His entire demeanor shifted when he heard that, the teasing playboy attitude dropped. “What do you mean a flat tire? Was it flat last night?”

You shrugged and held out your hand, waiting. “I don't know, I will set up someone to come out and change the tire. But I do gotta go Ransom, our friends are coming over and the store made me a platter that they are expecting me to pick up within the next hour. Can I have the keys, please?” You added an emphasis on the please, wiggling your fingers. “I promise to take utmost care of her, not a scratch.”

“Why? I can take care of it right now.” Feeling extra confident now, he hung up the towel that was over his shoulder and pulled out his phone. “Just youtube it, how hard can it be?”

“Ransom, have you ever even changed a tire?” you set your bag down, looking doubtful that something like that could be learned so quickly on youtube, in which he shrugged.

“People do it all the time.” He settled at the counter to watch the video, while you peeked over his shoulder.

“You just don't want me driving the Beamer.” You poke at his side, making him hiss and shaking you off.

“No, I can just have you in your car soon enough. Besides, there isn't really any space in the Beamer for groceries.” He bluffed, and you waved a hand at him while leaving the room.

“Sure there isn't, let me know when it's all set Ransom.” You laughed, heading towards the back of the house, wondering how soon he was going to give in.

Ransom was sure to change his clothes and headed out to the garage. His beloved Beamer on one side and then your piece of shit car that he had been begging to get rid of. You though seemed attached to the Subaru and was loath to trade it for something new. Like the Mercedes Benz GLS-Class that he had his eye on. Walking around, he found the flat, and inspected it. The tire seemed to have picked up a nail somewhere. The garage he had fully equipped once he moved in, at the time just so he could show it off to his drinking friends what he had and they didn't. But now it would prove to be useful, he could just hear his mother now. “Just call someone.”

Well fuck it, he could take care of his family, and rolling his sleeves up muscular forearms, he was ready to prove it.

It was a good hour later when you went to the kitchen to grab a snack from the refridgerator, and with your hand in the pickle jar, you heard Ransom clang something against the cement floor followed by “Son of a fucking cunt whore.”

He was pissed.

You ease the door open to see him with the car half jacked up, the wheel off and bouncing down the length of the garage, with Ransom trying to chase after it.

“Ransom are you okay?” You ask when it bounces off the bay door and spins to a final stop. Huffing, Ransom grabs it and rolls it back to the car. His arms are streaked black and there's dirt all over his face. The only thing that looks clean are his bright blue eyes at this moment.

“Fine, peachy, fucking fan-god damn- tastic.” he says sarcastically, and then the tire accidentally bumps into the stool, and on that stool is all the tires lug nuts, scattering them across the garage floor.

“You vicious little bitch.” He mutters while dropping the tire to its side, looking at the mess made. You take your chances and approach him, biting your lip. Maybe this wasn't the best moment, but those pregnancy hormones had kicked in seeing him do such a filthy job. His hair was sweaty and spiked where he must have ran his hands through it several times, his tee shirt clung to him just right to outline some of the muscles, and sweat streaked down his back.

Hell you didn't know if you have ever been so fucking turned on in your life, but you weren't about to miss out on it because your husband was getting pissed at a tire. Grabbing the back of his shirt, you caught his attention enough to turn. He was clueless at the moment, but you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet you, lacing your tongue over his lips till he opened to you in a surprised grunt.

When his head jerked back, he looked down at you in shock. “What the?”

“Ransom your so fucking hot right now, and I want you.” You stunned him again and your hand tugged at the hair at the base of his neck. “You going to keep me waiting, Ran?”

“Oh fuck no… “He pulled you back in close and you two shared another dirty aching kiss, backing up till Ransoms back hit the car, making the car wobble unsteady and the jack holding the car up collapsed. The crash made you two spring apart, both with a scream as you both backed away from the car in shock.

You two looked at each other and you loosened your hold clutching Ransom’s shirt in fright and shock.

“Ransom, will you let me now call someone, please?” You breathed out in a rush, your heart still pounding as you glanced up at him and he tried to compose himself, but you could see that he was still shook up.

“You know what… Good idea. How about I drive you to the store in the Beamer instead? Let me just go get cleaned up.”

“Wait!” You stop him, running your hands up his chest and biting your lip. “Before you do…” You drifted off, your eyes shining a bit more and Ransom arched a brow, the previous fright starting to fade.

“This is doing something for you Princess?” He scoffed a bit, gripping your hips, letting his fingers dig slightly into the curve while pulling you closer so your bump pressed lightly into his stomach. “What happened to ‘I gotta be there asap Ransom, I can't leave them waiting.’ ?”

You shrugged, tugging on his dirty tee shirt. “I have never seen this side of you Ransom, and I already called the store, they know we are going to be late.”

“Well if that's the case.” Ransom got a devilish look and snapped a hand against your ass. “Let’s go pretend we're putting another baby in you.” The two of you heading back into the house, tugging at one another's clothing.

#real life tasks with ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #ransom drysdale x you #chris evans characters #amber writes #sweater writes #holiday #holiday 2020

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ezaccessory · 2 years ago

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How Off-Roaders Can Benefits from Using The Best Spike Lug Nuts

For outdoor adventure seekers, off-roading is a thrilling sport, but having the correct gear is essential to a successful and secure journey. Lug nuts or wheel locks are a necessary piece of equipment for any off-road journey. Lug nuts prevent you from having a flat tyre in the middle of nowhere by keeping your wheels securely fastened to your car.

Spike lug nuts are among the most dependable and long-lasting wheel fastening options available right now. These lug nuts offer many advantages that help guarantee the safety, stability, and performance of your vehicle while travelling on highways and trails. When used to firmly fasten a vehicle's wheels to the corresponding axles or rotors, spike lug nuts offer a reliable hold and a stylish cosmetic finish.

Off-roaders can benefit greatly from spike lug nuts, which are increasingly gaining popularity among dedicated hobbyists. Using Spike lug nuts is advantageous whether you drive an off-road touring vehicle or a specialised race car.

Strength & durability:

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prairiesongserial · 3 years ago

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15.10

Val nearly dropped the piece of sheet metal he was holding when he heard the shotgun fire.

“Steady,” Enis said. He had to yell over the sound of the banging. And the welding. Val couldn’t hear himself think, but at this moment, that was alright by him.

“Okay, done, good enough,” Enis said, turning off the welding torch. “Find me something, uh, pointy. For the front.”

Val returned to where he’d found the metal scrap, but pointy was kind of a tall order. He dug through the pile, then moved on to another, then paused as he looked over the back wall of the auto shop. Hanging there was a hubcap with six inch spikes covering the lug nuts. Val took it down off the wall. Below it was an open tub of hundreds of them. Val put the hubcap in the box and dragged the whole thing over to Enis.

“Val, I could kiss you,” Enis said. “Grab some more hubcaps and start putting the spikes on.”

Val did as ordered, handing off each spiked hubcap as he finished it. He was tempted to watch Enis, but there wasn’t time to get distracted. He’d see what Enis had planned when he was finished. That, or the townsfolk would finally break through the garage door and they’d all die.

Val had completed five hubcaps before Johannes shimmied down the ladder.

“We are out of time,” Johannes said, throwing open the driver’s side door. “Torches down, let’s go.”

Johannes held the shotgun like a bat, his other hand in his pocket, impatiently jangling the keys.

Enis kept welding. The front bumper of the truck - and parts of the hood - were covered in spiked hubcaps.

“Enis,” Johannes said testily.

There was an arm peeking through a corner in the garage door that had been pried back. Another joined it, followed by a head.

Johannes marched forward, through the barricade of shelves, and brought the barrel of the shotgun down on the man’s head. Val winced. Seconds later, the unmoving man was dragged back through the gap by unseen hands.

“Val, get in the truck,” Johannes said.

Val didn’t answer; if he had, he would have sounded petulant. Instead, he climbed into the passenger’s side.

“Enis, seriously, it’s good enough. Any more and we aren’t going to break thirty miles per hour.”

Enis looked at Johannes like he was stupid. “It’s aluminum, not wrought iron,” he said.

“Whatever, time to go,” Johannes said. “Now in.”

Val scooted himself against the passenger side door, making room for Enis in the middle. He wasn’t going to sit next to Johannes, childish or not. He was burning up with anxiety just at the thought of sharing the cab of the truck with him.

Val wanted Johannes to be fucking with him about the whole sold you and Friday and everyone else to Hemisphere thing, but he’d seen the truth on Johannes’s face. It changed everything. When had Johannes decided he was going to go back on the deal with Hemisphere? Probably some time after Kill Devil Hills. God, maybe only this morning. Val had just trusted him - because Johannes was a mutant, too? Because he’d put a few hours into tailoring Val’s shirts, and Val hadn’t had to think about pain or bruising for the first time in years?

The worst part was, it made the kiss into something wrong.

Val hadn’t felt like it was wrong until now. He hadn’t felt the suffocating guilt that always followed creative interpretations of his vows, and that had scared him enough to put him back in his collar, to avoid Johannes, to not talk about it.

Johannes hadn’t even mentioned it - like it meant so little that it wasn’t worth bringing up. Val wasn’t honestly sure what he was more upset about - Johannes’s deal with Hemisphere, or bone-deep embarrassment of spending all day thinking that it was a meaningless kiss that Johannes wanted to talk to him about.

Johannes cleared some of the barricade out of the way, carefully stepping on the next set of fingers to encroach through the hole in the garage door. He joined Enis and Val in the truck and closed the door, paused, then turned the key in the ignition.

“Enis, in your opinion as a mechanic, what will happen if I ram the truck through the door?”

“Well,” Enis said. “I’m hoping it crumbles into pieces, leaving us unscathed.”

Johannes nodded appreciatively, then revved the engine.

The truck launched into the door. The crash of metal on metal made the worst sound Val had ever heard, but the door gave way after flattening most of the spikes Enis had welded to the fender.

The crowd outside scattered rather than end up under the wheels. Except for two of them. There was a man lying to the side, well out of the truck’s way, with both hands clutched to his forehead. Val craned his neck to try to see past Enis and Johannes, but he didn’t get a good look at the other man - just a glimpse of dark blood in the street.

The truck entered a hard turn and peeled away from the garage. The townspeople ran after the truck, and Val found that he still expected them to be fast, despite knowing that they weren’t really muties. The truck outpaced them easily. Val was turned all the way around in his seat, watching the distance grow between the truck and the townspeople, when Johannes slammed on the brakes, nearly putting the truck in a skid.

The road was blocked by a line of children. Penelope stood in the center, the baby still strapped to her back.

“Good thing you welded all those spikes to the fender,” Johannes said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Oy - get back here.”

Val was already out of the truck and walking quickly toward Penelope. The adults would be closing in behind them in a few seconds.

Val stopped in front of Penelope.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said.

Penelope’s expression didn’t change, though her cheeks turned pink.

“How old are you?”

Penelope shook her head.

“Doesn’t matter. My friend Enis is from a town around here,” Val said. “His parents weren’t any good. They only saw him as something they could use, so they sold him for money. He ran away, and now he has a good family.” It was hard to say that the circus was good with a straight face, not knowing what Val knew now. “You don’t have to stay here. You don’t have to hurt people.”

Johannes leaned on the horn. “Are you proselytizing? Get in the fucking truck, Val.”

“You can come with us.”

The truck door slammed as Johannes joined Val in the road.

“That’s kidnapping, ketsele.” Johannes took Val firmly by the arm. “Your Catholicism is giving me acid reflux, now let’s go.”

Penelope stared up at Val.

“You hurt people, too,” she said.

Val felt Johannes tense beside him.

“How about this?” Johannes said, his tone dangerous. “Either you move your line out of our way, or we turn the truck around and run over as many of your aunts and uncles as we can on the way out.”

“How can you say that? She’s a child,” Val said.

Penelope raised her chin, looking at Johannes defiantly. “We’re willing to die for Monocacy.”

“That’s not what I said. Are you willing to sacrifice them?” Johannes asked, jabbing a finger back over his shoulder. “Dozens of them? Or are you going to move?”

Penelope’s eyes showed uncertainty, even if her posture didn’t.

“Whatever,” Johannes said. “Val, truck, let’s go.”

Val couldn’t even muster an “I’m sorry” - it felt ridiculous. He got back into the truck.

“You can’t drive through them,” he said.

Johannes turned the truck around in a sloppy three point turn. The adults of Monocacy were practically on top of them. Johannes revved the engine, his eyes glued to the rear-view mirror.

“Johannes - ”

“That’s up to the little cannibals, isn’t it,” Johannes said flatly.

Behind the truck, the line of children broke. Johannes didn’t hesitate before slamming the gas. Didn’t even change gears. He’d been in reverse the whole time, banking everything on the kids moving out of the way.

“Jesus,” Val breathed.

“You like that, preacher?” Johannes said. He kept his eyes glued to the rear-view mirror as he floored the gas, and he didn’t turn the truck the right way around until they were well clear of the crowd.

“Not really!” Val said, not quite catching himself before he fell into the habit of bickering. He was supposed to be mad - he was mad.

“Come on, that was pretty good,” Johannes crowed. The truck tore out of Monocacy, whipping past the colorful banners that had lured them in. “That was a con pulled off right.”

“Except you promised not to shoot anyone,” Val said. It was easy to forgive Johannes when he sounded like this, and Val didn’t want to yet.

“Oh spare me,” Johannes said. “As far as sacrificial lambs go, I’ll take the guy with the crowbar over you or me.”

“I’m also here,” Enis muttered.

“There doesn’t have to be a sacrif...you’re impossible,” Val shouted.

“Most of the time there does!” Johannes returned. “Most of the time it’s us or them, things don’t work out nicely, and when you can pull off something like this - where only the crowbar guy eats it - it’s a fucking miracle.”

“Why are you fighting?” Enis yelled suddenly. “What the hell is going on? Why are you weird?”

Both Johannes and Val fell silent. The truck flew down the road, approaching eighty miles per hour now that the brakes were fixed.

Val hadn’t understood how young Enis was until just now. Val had written him off as the third Madsen and Graves brother, just as capable in a crisis as the other two. He was embarrassed now, looking at Enis’s contorted face, at the shadows under his eyes and everything else about him that screamed he was miserable. Enis was a teenager. Younger than Val had been when he’d left the convent for Vegas. Enis shouldn’t have been in charge of getting the three of them out of the garage alive, and somehow, he’d still pulled it off.

Why wasn’t Johannes saying anything? The longer Johannes hesitated, the more the gears in Val’s mind turned.

He doesn’t have a lie ready, and he doesn’t want to tell Enis the truth.

Maybe Enis didn’t know about the deal with Hemisphere. Val couldn’t imagine the whole circus knowing all this time that at the end of the summer circuit, the four newcomers they sat around the fire with every night were going to be exchanged for a heaping pile of money.

But it couldn’t have been Johannes alone to sell him and Friday, John, and Cody to Hemisphere. If not all three brothers, at least Johannes and Ezra had been in on it.

“He kissed me,” Val said. He didn’t know why he was giving Johannes a way out of the conversation, except that even after this horrible day, he still wanted to. It was a funny feeling, boiling over with rage but still giving Johannes this olive branch. “Last night. Your brother’s a real jerk - he won’t even acknowledge he did it.”

“Jo, are you kidding me right now?” Enis said, rounding on his brother.

Val turned to look out the window. He didn’t want to see whatever look Johannes was wearing on his face. He didn’t want to know.

15.9 || epilogue 15

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emotionallyattachednerd · 1 year ago

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Atoms Love ❙ TP Ratchet x f!robot reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 3000+ 😅

Warnings: Smut ( Touching, teasing and spike in valve ). NSFW 18+.

Notes: Been wanting to do one of Ratchet for a while now and was so thrilled to get this finished. I did change the title from the previews I had posted, I just felt this was more suited. Thanks anon for sending in this beauty, I had lots of fun with it. Sorry for the wait.

I'd like to add that when reader use to be Rachet's student she was of age, not underage. Just a simple rule that teachers shouldn't be involed with their students like in our world with collage/university. That's all. Hope you're all enjoy the sexy medic. 🥰

Your arrival on earth is greeted with a warm welcome from team prime. For so long you've been travelling planet to planet, searching for friends and perhaps a place to call home. While you didn't mind the ongoing travel at first, you were eager to settle for good. Earth was your next stop and you felt pretty lucky to find Optimus Prime and his team, but what got you even more excited was that Ratchet was there, your former teacher back on Cybertron way before the war started.

Through the coms of your ship you can hear the ecstasy from Ratchet, and you can't hold back your beaming smile hearing your favourite medic again after so long. Earth is to be your home now, that's what you decided. Sure, decepticons might've been hanging around but you could handle it. Your skills as a medic and through tinkering science will prove to be useful, all thanks to Ratchet who has taught everything he knew.

It's good to have Arcee around, you thought, so you weren't the only femme around, and she admitted that it's good to have another femme to join team prime. She is pretty cool, you thought, and such a skilled warrior. You two were going to get along.

The others were great as well, you even met these interesting humans they had around. Optimus expressed his appreciation to have you join them, and also added that Ratchet hadn't stopped talking about you since the comlink transmission. At first you were flattered, but hearing Ratchet fluster so quickly, struggling to explain himself did make your cheek plating heat up a little trying to hide your smile.

The moment was over, but Ratchet and you did spend a lot of time together, mostly talking about science and even doing small experiments of your own just for fun. The others saw all this but they didn't dare to say anything or interfere. Apparently Ratchet was pretty quick with his wrench if someone was to disturb him.

It's been a few weeks now since your arrival and it was going well. You feel settled and are surrounded by others who are almost like a family. You find yourself with Ratchet again, of course, you do spend a lot of time with him. Later that evening, you are both currently doing some tinkering and small experiments to pass the time together, measuring the right formulas and discussing the old times back on Cybertron.

"Oh but I'm serious. Out of all my students, you were one of the best. Someone with your intelligence deserved to be in the higher ranked classes, and I argued with those lug nuts in the higher grounds, but they didn't see what I saw." Ratchet goes on to say as you listen in.

"Well, it's a good thing that didn't happen, because I would've missed my favourite teacher. I only learned from the best, and it's because of you that I ended up here."

"Me? No, I'm sure there are other reasons." He tries to brush himself off but you shake your helm.

"There was much I believed from you, and I admired you, I still do, and I'm grateful I had a good teacher like you to help guide me through my younger learning time."

Meeting his gaze you saw him staring at you fondly as you return the same stare before he forces himself to break that small trance you thought you felt happening. It was quiet before you heard him vent out heavily and place his tinkering on the bench.

"May I make a confession to you, y/n?" His tone is deep, as if he's still wondering if he should keep talking to you about whatever is going on in his processor. "Just promise not to laugh."

"Of course you can. I've never made fun of you before, and I don't plan on it." You'll listen to him and hear what he has to say.

"Well, when you were my student, I did say a number of times how much I admired you and praised your skills, but what I never told you was that I admired you...affectionately."

This makes you stop what you're doing. He now had your full attention. "Putting it simple, you had a crush on me?"

Ratchet lets out a light hearty laugh but it's not because of what you said, but because of what he was confessing to you after all this time. "Yeah, that's putting it simple." Another vent leaves him, optics cast against the bench as he fiddles with the tinkers to try and avoid your own optics. You wonder if he is ashamed or embarrassed, but you want him to know that he doesn't need to be.

"How come you didn't say anything before?" You already knew the answer to that.

"Because I was your teacher and you were my student, it wouldn't have been right. You would've been kicked out and I would've been demoted from my position. So, I locked away those affections, and continued to be your teacher."

"That sounds sad. Doesn't sound like you wanted to do that, and you are making yourself sound like you haven't been happy for a long time."

"Oh I've been...content." He didn't sound very convincing to you. "Don't you worry, y/n. I might be older but that doesn't mean I haven't been happy. Regrets, yes, but that's only natural for anyone. I'm just pleased that you're here now, that's all that matters."

If only you knew, perhaps things might've been different.

To move on from it he tries to focus on his tinkering as you look down at your own a little, pondering your thoughts. Well, he did it first, you are only going to add more to this with no way out.

"I have a confession." He hears this from you as he locks his optics with your own. "When I was your student, I was...enamoured by you." You decide to use the fancy words like he does and look at the gadget in your servos a little, turning it for a better look and giving Ratchet the moment he needed to let this progress in him.

"You? I-I mean...you?" His confusion makes you feel a little amused. "How come you said nothing?"

"I was your student and you were my teacher, it would not have been right." You answer the same as his own. "Also, I did express my feelings, just not verbally."

"Well, you're going to have to explain that one to me, because I don't recall anything that gave me any signals that you felt like this towards me." He sounded a little miffed but not in a bad way, mostly with himself you think for not noticing.

"Those blue energon roses. One was left at your work station every week. They're hard to grow and need the right formulas for them to flourish which I did every week and presented to you. I never said they were from me but I watched from afar. You admired them."

"You?" He lays everything on the bench and leans himself against it as if his knees were growing weak. "Those were from you?"

"I learned from the best." You give a dainty smile. "You taught me how to grow them, and I wanted to express my gratitude and...affections, without either of us getting in trouble."

Perhaps if you both confessed your feelings for one another during those times, things might've been different. Sure, you might've been kicked out and he would've lost his position, but at least you would've had each other, right? That's the childish dream you had while being his student but you got over it, at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

"So, you felt the same way about me?" Ratchet wants to clarify once more from you. "Do those feelings still persist?"

"I did." You confirm. "And they do."

Its then you notice you're both holding a deep rooted stare. Blue optic illuminating together in a stronghold, one and the other silently screaming for the other to do or say something, quickly, before it escapes. Ratchet catches it just in time.

"What's stopping us now?"

"Nothing."

It all happens abruptly, one moment you and Ratchet were tinkering away with experiments and the next, you find yourself in his private quarters. There's a growing fever as you run your servos across his chassis, up over his shoulder pads as you feel his own servos smooth over your waist. His warm lips are across your own in a deep, slow passion, his glossa coils with your own while you welcome his touches and kisses through pure ecstasy and eagerness.

Ratchet calmly leads you towards his berth where he sits himself and you straddle his lap as you keep the kiss hot and lasting between you both. It's him that eventually breaks the kiss, touching your helms together as your heated vents hit against each other.

"Would you like to try out a new experiment?"

"I thought we already were." You can't help but giggle faintly, regarding the humid moment you are both currently sharing.

"Think of it as an add on to our current one."

"Why not? Tinkering with experiments is kind of our thing."

Ratchet lets out a light chuckle that you grew to love so rapidly.

"Turn around, and settle in my lap again."

Following his gentle command you do that, sitting back down and pressing your back against his chassis as you feel his servos calmly move across your waist, cascading down over your hips and across your thighs, letting them linger there while he feels you under his touch. You let out a placid vent, feeling relaxed and a small boiling of desire creeping its way through your frame. He then touches his wrist and you catch onto a device being activated in front of your both.

"A hologram mirror?" You smile warmly in amusement. "Is there a reason that it's set up right in front of your berth?"

"Perhaps I like to admire myself." There's a hint of playfulness in his voice making you giggle faintly in return.

"Well, you're quite the sight."

"You're a better looking sight."

Ratchet turns your helm a little so he can kiss you gently before resuming his actions, servos ghostly running on top of your tights and inwards, close to your warm panel. His chin rests against your shoulder as he looks at the mirror, as you lock your optics on it as well, watching what he is doing to you. To see everything is very arousing for you both.

You spread your legs to give him more access, hanging over each of his as you settle comfortably in his lap and rest yourself back against him, letting out silent heated vents that slowly boil more within you. Your waist wiggles, rubbing softly against Ratchet's panel causing him to let out a silky moan.

"Let's have a look at you. Retract your panel, please."

Without any pause you do this, revealing your already soaked valve for you both to see through the mirror. You can feel Ratchet quiver against your back as he stares, servos moving even closer to your valve.

"Stunning." He whispers into your audio. It's your turn to moan when he touches a digit against your moist lips and delicate node, exploring and teasing you for his own pleasure.

You watch as he uses a second digit to open your lips to explore you more, and uses another with his other servo to gently push into your valve. Instantly you clench around to invading digit, a feathered moan lingering from your vocals. You can't help but rock your hips gently, both of you watching as he plays with you. "Ratchet." His name sighs from you while your servos rest against both his thighs.

"You're a rare beauty, y/n. You were always my favourite student." His charming words causes you to smile shyly.

"As you were my favourite teacher." Next, you got cocky. "Is this what you always wanted to do to me?"

Ratchet is quiet, optics staring at what he's doing while playing with your valve, digit pumping into you slowly. His response is by adding a second digit to join the first, and his other servo circles around your node, causing you to gasp and back arch, feeling the new buzz suddenly electrocute through your frame.

"This, and much more."

You weep softly through the burning lust that drifts across your entire frame, hips swaying in sync with his servos and digits against your valve before moving your servo up to touch the side of Ratchet's face as a way to hold on and keep him close as possible. Your optics never leave the mirror, fascinated by the sight of yourself and Ratchet's skillful servos on you, knowing very well that he'll more than likely want to try out other things in the future. After all, nothing is holding either of you back anymore.

You hear a faint click and you see his throbbing spike emerge from it's housing between your legs. His girth size was rather impressive, thick and throbbing, canvas up perfectly as small drops of trans fluid leaks from his tip and runs down his length.

He catches you from the mirror staring at his spike making him chuckle lightly. "I'm not that impressive."

"Liar." You comment back before gently wrapping you servo around his spike, hearing him letting out a hitched vent at your warm touch as his optics shuttered a little. "You're beyond impressive. You're phenomenal." It's your turn to moan again as he rewards you with a third digit in your soaking valve.

"You're too kind to this old timer."

"You're my old timer." You notice his expression change a little, as if he is touched by your words before giving you a soft beam against your shoulder.

Your servo slowly starts to pump at his spike, feeling every ridge along the base and every twitch given from him, digit rubbing at his tip and back down to moist him all over. You kind of feel like you're going to need it. His servos are kept on your valve, digits pumping into your stretched depths while rubbing still slow at your node. He doesn't want you overloading just yet. With all this happening both your moans and heated vents surround you both, growing more hotter and eager for more.

"Ratchet, please, I need you inside me."

"Stand up." It seems you both have the same thoughts. Once his digits are gone from you, you stand up on weak legs just a little. Slowly, you lower yourself back down, watching the mirror as Ratchet holds himself in position before finding your mark.

Your mouth hangs open a little while watching yourself sink down onto his spike, taking his thick girth inch at a time while tossing your helm back against Ratchet's shoulder. You can hear his tense grunts as you clamp around him tightly, and let yourself sink fully into his lap again.

"Y/n..." He says your name, almost sounding desperate, like he was begging for something from you.

"Ratchet." You return the same as you give yourself a moment to adjust. "You feel so good."

Carefully, you start to move yourself, watching from the mirror as you see yourself moving along his spike entering your valve over again. His servo wraps around your front and comes to your node again, rubbing at you as he has a firm hold at your hip as you ride him. You're obsessed with the sight, and you know already you're going to want to use the hologram mirror again for yourselves.

Letting out heavy moans you grind down against Ratchet causing him to let out a surprised moan himself, holding a tighter hold as he presses his lips into your neck, glancing at the mirror whenever possible. You hold onto him as you ride his spike, letting out more blissful sounds that slowly grow more.

"Oh frag!" You curse out much louder, unable to hold it in.

"Such language doesn't suit you." Ratchet can't help himself, causing you to give a giggle through your moans.

"Then what suits me?"

"This."

He grabs hold of you tightly and thrusts his hips up against your movements at a rapid pace, causing you to let out a mewl. Looking at the mirror you are obsessed with the sight of you sitting against him, riding his spike, as he thrusts into you, causing the berth to start creaking under your harsh movements.

"Touch yourself."

You do that, using a free servo to bring down to yourself as you rub your node, digits skipping across the base of his moist spike as he enters you over again. Your thighs are spread wide, hanging across his own legs as you hump against his movements and moving in sync together. At this rate, you know you won't last too much longer.

Ratchet seems to read your mind. "Go on darling. Overload with me. Let yourself go."

That is all you needed to hear. Letting out a loud lingering mewl you fall apart and overload hard, watching yourself as your juices pool around the spike and under the both of you against the berth.

His heated vents against your shoulder turn into grunts before he lets out a harsher gnarl and you feel his warm trans fluids soak your depths. hips stilling, keeping inside you as you both sag against one another and the berth. With your optics still cascading at the mirror you are enjoying the sight while letting yourself vent and cool off as he did the same.

"That experiment was fun." You say through a giddy smile.

"Fun indeed. I have more ideas and experiments for us to try out for the future." The very thought makes you hum in delight.

"I look forward to all of them." You gently remove yourself from his spike and turn around, straddling him again and giving him a tender and loving kiss.

He kisses you back just as tenderly before your helms rest together.

"You think you can handle this old grumpy fool?"

"Absolutely." You answer while caressing his cheek plating.

"Fantastic."

There is nothing stopping either of you now.

Also, just to share because I can, this is the position that they had going. Let that invade your mind and consume your thoughts. 😍

#transformers #prime #ratchet #valveplug #ratchet x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #writing #smut #older mechs are always the best #ratchet has a thick spike and skillful servos #sugarrusheag

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brynnmck · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @agirlnamedkeith, @pretty--thief, and @samirant, thank you! <333

What is the colour of your hairbrush? Mostly black, with a green ring on it.

Name a food you never eat: I have quite a few foods I can’t eat anymore thanks to some random health issues I developed a few years back (friends, aging is great from a mental/emotional perspective, Not Great from a physical perspective) but in terms of voluntary stuff, green peppers. I’ve outgrown a lot of my childhood food dislikes but that one is in my SOUL.

Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too cold, definitely.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was in a boring meeting!

What’s your favourite candy bar? Probably Snickers? I really like 100 Grand too, though. And Butterfinger. And Twix. And I want Claire Saffitz to make all of them for me.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? I’ve been going to Major League baseball games since I was a kid (it was my dad’s favorite sport), and the past few years, I’ve been to 20-30 games a season. I usually go for my birthday, too, which is in a couple of weeks, and it’s just kinda sinking in that there will be no birthday baseball for me this year. :(

What was the last thing you said out loud? Just saying hi to my husband.

What is your favourite ice cream? Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. I can’t have caffeine anymore so this summer I’m gonna try to make a decaf version for myself. (WHY IS ALMOST ALL COFFEE ICE CREAM CAFFEINATED. There are so many reasons people can’t have caffeine! Sigh.)

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water!

Do you like your wallet? Sure? It’s a nice blue and it holds my stuff.

What was the last thing you ate? Fruit and Greek yogurt for breakfast.

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I didn’t! I actually ordered a couple of soft bras from TomboyX on Monday, but nothing on the weekend.

What’s the last sporting event you watched? A replay of an old Mariners game a couple of nights ago. If we’re talking live sports, I watched about half of a Korean baseball league game a few nights back, which was delightful.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Butter!

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? @ajoblotofjunk

Ever go camping? Not in a long time. My husband has been getting the urge to go lately, though, so maybe we will!

Do you take vitamins? I take supplements due to the aforementioned health issues. And vitamin B.

Do you go to church every Sunday? Lol no. My mother is very Catholic and she brought us to 6 am Mass every weekday when I was a kid. It was well-intentioned (her dad had a pretty volatile temperament and she always felt safe at church, so she subconsciously wanted us to feel the same way) but it did not sell me on the experience! Heh.

Do you have a tan? I live in the Seattle area and it’s May, so... lol no. I’m also pretty pale so I don’t get that tan anyway, but. I usually get a little something going in the summer, enough to have tan lines anyway.

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Tough call, but I’m going with pizza.

Do you drink your soda through a straw? I don’t drink soda anymore (though I drink a LOT of carbonated water), but I’ll drink my drink through a straw if I get it at a fast-food place. Otherwise I don’t usually use one.

What colour socks do you usually wear? Most of my winter socks for work are black. Otherwise it’s a pretty random selection of colors.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Sure. Usually 5-10 miles over, rarely more (or less) than that.

What terrifies you? Climate change. Global pandemics. You know. Just generally suffering (both mine and other people’s).

Look to your left. What do you see? Through window of the room I’m sitting in: my neighbors’ house, and a cherry tree in their yard.

What chore do you hate most? Cleaning the bathrooms.

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? The hot Australian woman who’s been on Gold Rush recently, or a dear fannish friend of mine I haven’t talked to in years who is actually from New Zealand and I KNOW IT’S VERY DIFFERENT but it’s close enough to make me think of her!

What’s your favourite soda? I used to drink a lot of Diet Mountain Dew. I really miss ginger beer, too. I love a good spicy ginger beer. Root beer too.

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Drive-thru all the way. Isn’t that part of the advantage of fast food?

What’s your favourite number? I don’t really have one!

Who’s the last person you talked to? My husband!

Favourite cut of beef? Boneless ribeye. I finally bought a propane grill a couple of years back and I have now learned to make a badass steak, if I say so myself.

Last song you listened to? Eve 6 - Inside Out. A few months ago I suddenly remembered that this song existed and so I bought it and now I have to listen to it at least twice every time it comes up, ha.

Last book you read? An as-yet-unpublished Rose Lerner novel, because I am very lucky! (It’s a wlw Gothic. SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT.)

Favourite day of the week? Saturday

Can you say the alphabet backwards? In this economy??? Idk, I could probably figure it out, but it would definitely be work.

How do you like your coffee? I love a caramel macchiato, especially iced so you get those weird globules of caramel coming up through the straw. But a nonfat decaf double latte with a little bit of some kind of syrup is my go-to these days--hot when it’s cold out, iced when it’s warm out.

Favourite pair of shoes? I have these 40s-ish heels that tie over your instep with a little bow and I love them. I also have some extremely cool red velvet with black cording peep-toe Louboutins that I bought off some discount site years ago, except I can’t wear them for long because they’re about a half size too small. But they’re SO PRETTY.

Time you normally get up? In isolation, I’m discovering that my natural sleep schedule is about 2 am - 10 am. But I have a daily meeting at 9:30, and I try to get my workout done before that, so I get up at 8-8:30ish. I am discovering through this meme that SO MANY of you are morning people! What is that like???

Sunrises or sunsets? I love sunrises but I am not remotely a morning person, so. I see a lot more sunsets, and I love them too!

How many blankets are on your bed? Just one duvet.

Describe your kitchen plates. We have some with blue perimeters and kind of a white/oatmeal middle that we inherited from my in-laws, and the ones we actually bought on purpose are white on top and either sage-y green or charcoal black on the bottom.

Describe your kitchen at the moment. Somewhat messy, or at least there are dishes to do. I made some pretty epic cauliflower mushroom risotto with shrimp last night, though, so it was for a good cause.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? Perfect Manhattans with rye are my go-to, or a Quebecois, which is basically a perfect Manhattan with a little bit of maraschino liqueur added (and ideally a lemon twist, though we’re usually too lazy for those). In the summer, I’m getting really into gin these days: either gin and tonic, gin and some kind of citrus spiked seltzer, or a Last Word. I also really love a good craft beer, and sparkling wine too.

Do you play cards? Not really. We used to play a shit ton of gin rummy in high school, but I haven’t really played cards much since.

What colour is your car? Blue!

Do you know how to change a tire? Theoretically yes, though the one time I actually tried to do it myself, I had a hell of a time getting the lug nuts off. I was fortunately in my driveway at the time (good place for a flat tire!) and my neighbors kept coming by and offering to help, and I was like NO I WANNA DO IT. I think I did need help eventually, though. Stupid pneumatic tools at tire installation places!

Your favourite state? That rare, usually-brief phase of writing where everything seems to fit and flow and you’re a genius and you understand all the secrets of the cosmos. Also Washington.

Favourite job you’ve had? My current one. It’s not my dream job, but it pays well and I like my team and I get to learn new stuff fairly often and I can work from home in the midst of all this, so. I am very lucky!

How did you get your biggest scar? The summer after my freshman year of college, I was part of a summer stock theatre troupe, and we performed half the summer at my college, and half the summer in a very small town in eastern Oregon that had an outdoor stage. One of my entrances involved running over the grass to get to the stage, and one night the grass was wet, and my costume involved ballet slippers, and I slipped and fell onto the stage stairs in front of the whole audience. It hurt SO MUCH that I got very light-headed onstage while I was trying to get through the scene, lol. Anyway, my costume also involved harem pants that had elastic around the calf/ankle area, and I got a friction burn from those, which ended up scarring because the skin over your shins is very thin! (I also got a few massive bruises on my leg that didn’t go away for weeks, so eventually my mom nagged me into going to the doctor, who promptly started gently hinting to see if my boyfriend at the time was responsible for the injuries. Which was actually pretty cool of the doctor! But then I was like, lol no, trust me, a hundred people saw me bite it, this is 100% dumbass mistake.) And that’s my scar story.

Tagging, if you want to do it: @ajoblotofjunk, @snowymary, @halcyon-red, @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined, @unadulteratedkr, and anyone else who feels like doing this!

#meme me

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 51

Tony had taken some time, and a call with Happy, to link up a jet flyby to procure some of his more valuable tech in order to track down the Tesseract. That had become the main focus, as far as you’d been made aware. While he was outside, you stood aside Bruce as a few agents brought in that stick Loki had been brandishing as a weapon. It surely looked like one-

But as soon as it was in the room with you, and the agents gone, a high pitched whine rang in your ears again. Something that drew a soft annoyed breath accompanied with a hand to your forehead.

“You alright?” Bruce was setting it down, locking it into place on the table so that scans could begin. The process that they wanted the two most brilliant minds on earth (at their disposal right now, anyway) seemed simple enough to say- scan the stick with that burning blue gem at its heart, and follow a similar signal to the Tesseract. The notes that you’d been left with said that this thing was powered by the Tesseract, at least that’s what SHIELD figured. But you weren’t entirely convinced.

Right now, you weren’t entirely anything except in a mild state of pain. “Yeah. Just a headache.”

The sound ringing in your ears was all too familiar.

Did Loki himself power the stick? Was that one of the things he could do? You really had no idea about him. Was Thor similar? Did he have similar powers? Maybe you should go and ask. But before you could make a coherent decision about whether that would help or hurt, Tony came back in, lugging to portable computer cases. One of which he laid in front of you, bending down to the side to start picking up heavy wires, plugging them into the ports on the side. “Log on to Stark Servers, I’m gonna send you a to-do list once we’re all set up.”

At least Tony was taking this seriously now. Maybe easier to do, with Loki imprisoned just below you and a new shiny toy to examine. And a new smart friend to do so with. This was a little out of your league, but what Tony needed you to do, you’d do. “Sure.” Opening the latches on the case and setting the lid up, you powered on the computer and input all three passwords to get inside the mainframe.

It occurred to you, briefly, that you were in a little bit of a media blackout. You wondered if news of Iron Man’s mysterious Lady sidekick had started circulating yet. You could go and check, if you wanted to…

With the stick wired in to its contraption, and the computers set up to start reading data, Bruce waved a handheld scanner over it. SHIELD’s own arsenal of tech was impressive, but surely you could do a lot more if you were at home. Oh well. Tony’s fingers were quick on one of the screens as Bruce started to speak, “The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig’s reports on the Tesseract. But it’s gonna take weeks to process.”

Too much time. Time you didn’t have. Wherever Loki had sent the Tesseract off to was no good, you were sure. His little borrowed minions were setting up something devastating. But what? What could that cube do? The same thing as the stick? You doubted it. Something else was going on here…

Tony came aside you, “If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops.” One hand on your shoulder, the other at the keys, he moved into a different window. “Keep watch on these levels. We need them steady. If the left side starts waning, boost it like this…” Taking your hand in his to show you exactly what to do on the screen, fingers elevating a keyed pattern on the right side. “Got it?”

“Got it.” Nodding firmly. You didn’t technically get it, you didn’t know exactly what you were doing here. But Tony and Bruce needed your help with whatever these level things were- so you’d do exactly like he was showing you.

Bruce smiled from his side of the room. “Pretty impressive tech you’ve got available at a moment’s notice. All I packed was a toothbrush.”

Stepping away from you, Tony smiled back. While you gave the screen most of your attention, you couldn’t help but try to watch them too. “You know, you should come by Stark Towers sometimes. Top ten floors, all R&D.”

“Oh!” You chimed in, grinning. “You’d love it. You may never want to leave.” Imagining, if this was even partially in Bruce’s wheelhouse, he definitely would enjoy an extended stay to do whatever research and testing and learning his heart desired.

“We’ll only start charging rent after the first year.” Tony shrugged.

Dropping his head with a little shake, “Thanks… but the last time I was in New York I kind of… broke Harlem.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You offered. “We’re in midtown. Much less stressful environment I promise.” Joking just a little, enjoying the sight of his grin in return as he looked at you, brow arched.

Tony circled him, and you only just realized he had picked something up off a table. Some little device. “No tension. No surprises.” While standing next to him, he suddenly poked him with whatever it was-

And you heard a short electrical zap hit the air, along with Bruce jolting and uttering a low grunt of pain, “Ow!”

Tony leaned in a little to scrutinize the reaction, a squint of his eyes. From the far end of the room, Steve entered, “Hey!” His shout startling you far more than what was happening in front of you.

“Nothing?” Tony looked at Bruce and then at you. “Nothing?” You could only shrug carelessly at this.

Steve came closer, falling to a stop in front of your station. “Are you nuts?”

“Jury’s out.” Tony looked at him for less than a second. Probably generous, considering.

You were glad Steve’s back was turned on you because this made you grimace. After you and Tony had basically set up a safe place for Bruce to be a normal person…

Tony ignored him, addressing Bruce again. “You really have got a lid on it, haven’t you?” And at this Bruce smiled. “What’s your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums?”

“Morning yoga in the park?” You chimed in, unable to help yourself.

“Huge bag of weed?” Tony continued.

Steve half turned, giving you quite the disapproving look, one you just met with a stare. He then looked back at Tony, with a gaze full of far more ire. “Is everything a joke to you two?” While you understood his mentality, maybe he wouldn’t be so on guard if he got time to know Bruce. Instead he was just taking that file at face value. It really would have helped the team to speak with each other more… was that something you could work on?

“Funny things are.” Tony pointed the little probe in Steve’s direction.

This, however, was not going to end well. You’d stepped away, perhaps unwisely now you were realizing, when the first real introductions had been made. Whatever they’d talked about on the bridge while you were gone was beyond you. Lost. And it seemed like Steve and Tony may not have decided to get along just yet. It made sense… Steve was a bit more serious, and for the purposes of being on a mission… the Captain America side of him was striking out strong.

This would definitely war with Tony’s more carefree attitude about things in general. Things he could control, or thought he could control. Not to mention the other thing happening on the ship…

“Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn’t funny.” Steve paused briefly, hopefully feeling terrible after saying something so insulting like that so flagrantly in front of the person it was targeting. “...no offense, doctor.”

Bruce shook his head, but you noticed he had kept it down since this whole thing started, focusing more on his work. “No it’s alright. I wouldn’t have come aboard if I couldn’t handle pointy things.”

You tried to catch his attention with a light smile. “Well we’re glad to have you working with us.”

Tony shook his head, walking away. “You’re tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut.” An ideology you could maybe sympathize with. Could it be that Bruce was working at half capacity because he was trying to hypothetically keep his head down? Funny how Tony caught that before you.

Steve turned to start tracking him, “And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark.”

While Tony made himself busy getting something off the table, you spoke up. “We are, Steve. We’re working. But there’s a lot more going on here that we just don’t know.” What was Loki capable of? What happened at that SHIELD facility he destroyed? What did SHIELD know about where he came from? About the Tesseract? More than they were saying.

“Like what?” He turned to give you a questioning look, at least softening when he was addressing you. But that wouldn’t help matters. He didn’t only need to get along with you.

Something that was becoming more clear, because every time Tony spoke, you felt a soft spike in annoyance. Not just from Steve. But from Tony, too. “Why did Fury call us and why now? She’s been working with them for months, but we only find out about this yesterday? What isn’t he telling us? I can’t do the equation unless I have all the variables.”

Finally, Steve wavered. “You think Fury’s hiding something?”

Unable to help yourself you scoffed. “Steve, please. He wanted me to lie to you the first time we met. He withholds anything he thinks isn’t vital to the people he puts to work.”

Tony opened a silver bag, continuing easily, “He’s a spy, Captain. He’s the spy. His secrets have secrets.” You found yourself more curious about what it was he was popping into his mouth than what was coming out of it. All stuff you already knew. Everyone else just needed to catch up. Your dealings with SHIELD had never been easy. Pointing to Bruce, speaking with a mouthful, “It’s bugging him too, isn’t it?”

The three of you pointedly looked his way, and he seemed to short circuit in the spotlight. “Uuuhhhh… I- I’m- nn-” His hands waved around. “I just wanna finish my work here… and...”

“Bruce, you’re in good company.” You offered gently. Wanting him to let it out. If he was on your side, that would help Steve get there, too. Which would be a very good starting point when the team seemed to be stuck ten feet behind the starting line.

He looked at you and you held his gaze carefully, but then his eyes dropped and he shook his head. A sigh came out of him, and he reached up to take off his glasses. “A… warm light for all mankind. Loki’s jab at Fury about the cube.” Shit. So something important had gone on while you’d excused yourself. Damn it.

“I heard it.” Steve confirmed.

Bruce waved his hand in Tony’s direction. “Well I think that was meant for you.” Then nodded over in your direction. “Maybe for the both of you.” Tony nodded, turning half away, offering up the little bag of whatever he had as if giving Bruce a prize for the correct answer. Bruce considered the snacks and then stuck his hand in. “Even if Barton didn’t tell Loki about the Tower, it was still all over the news.”

Steve’s turned to look back at you brows raised. “The Stark Tower? In New York?” Like it was somehow your fault?

“What?”

“Well that’s yours isn’t it?”

Tony’s expression dried up in something far more than annoyance. “Excuse me, whose name is on that building?”

Steve put his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry if I got the wrong impression. It just seems to me she’s been doing more work in and for it than you have.”

You bobbled your shoulders. “Mm. Don’t have to tell me twice.” Tony looked over at you but his lips twitched in a fond grin.

Because only you two could talk at each other like that.

Bruce cut the rest of it (which was probably all nonsense anyway, honestly) off by continuing. “It’s powered by an Arc Reactor. A self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?”

Excited about being able to talk about the Tower that you had so loving slaved over with Tony, you couldn’t help but speak up. It was good exercise for the presser… whenever that happened. “The levels yesterday at light-up were better than expected. We could probably do two. But it’s only a prototype.”

There was a warm thrum of pride that caught you off guard, and when you looked up from your computer station, and own self satisfactory eagerness, you saw Tony smiling at you. But he directed his attention towards Steve. “Yeah. We’re kinda the only name in clean energy right now. That’s what he’s getting at.”

Bruce nodded. “So… why didn’t SHIELD bring either of them in on the Tesseract project? What are they doing in the energy business in the first place?”

All very valid points. And SHIELD had every opportunity to try and clue you into it. To maybe even try to get you to work on it without Tony, as they so loved doing. Regardless of the fact that you would have gone behind their backs on it, the fact that they didn’t try at all was alarming.

Tony stepped away from Bruce to go to one of the monitors closer to you. “I should probably look into that once my decryption program finishes breaking into all of SHIELD’s secure files.”

You whipped your head around to look at him, about the same as yelling his name admonishingly. So much for not obvious. His brows raised and as if to soothe the oncoming storm brewing inside you, he offered you that bag he’d been toting around. Despite yourself you dipped your hand in to get some of whatever he was sharing with the class. Blueberries, apparently. “Where did you even get these?”

“I’m sorry. Did you just say-” Steve clearly had objections to this, which was exactly why Tony shouldn’t have said it it.

But Tony cut him off. “JARVIS has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we’ll know every dirty secret SHIELD has ever tried to hide.” He offered the bag to Steve next. “Blueberry?” As if this were a normal day.

...all things considered…

He ignored the offering. “Yet you’re confused about why they didn’t want you around?”

There may have been a hint of truth about this, but you couldn’t let that slide. “Steve… I work for them, remember? And I know as little as the rest of you.”

While Steve was busy puzzling a look your way, Tony lifted a hand to gesture. “An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically not awesome.” Steve heaved a sigh, shaking his head. “I think Loki’s trying to wind us up.” An interesting angle to approach this from, considering you’d just been discussing Fury’s follies, not Loki’s. “This is a man who means to start a war, and if we don’t stay focused, he’ll succeed.” Ah. Well… yes, that was a fair point. “We have orders, we should follow them.” And then these, which were his Captain America colors.

You caught his attention with another glance. Trying to stay soft. There was no need to fight here. “We’re doing what needs to be done. But remember that whole why we’re being asked to jump thing?”

Tony shrugged. “Following’s not really my style, anyway.” Popping more blueberries into his mouth. So casual.

Whatever good will you’d tried, it was destroyed immediately. Steve directed a sarcastic look Tony’s way. “And you’re all about style, aren’t you?”

Quick to rebuff, annoyance spilling over, “Of the people in this room, which one is, A, wearing a spangly outfit, and B, not of use?”

This was no good. Even if Loki was the one behind all of this, somehow, and Steve was catching on to that about being wound up he was falling into it just as easy. Would Tony and Steve ever learn to get along? Your mouth opened to try and mitigate yet again, but it was Bruce who spoke, “Steve… tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?”

It was good that you had at least one person on your side. And it seemed that having two coherent voices asking him to consider the legitimacy of all this might finally turn him- but in just a few more seconds he brushed it off, and you felt a wave of disappointment. “Just find the cube.” And with that he turned heel and walked out of the room, leaving the three of you alone again.

Tony shook his head, putting his bag of blueberries down and going to work at one of the monitors again. “Honey, your child is acting up. Maybe you should go follow him and put him in timeout to cool down.”

“Don’t honey me over this one. You’re digging at him on purpose. Clean up your own messes.” Annoyed, slightly, because despite Tony being right, which made him all the more insufferable, he was being … well… insufferable. And it was pushing Steve away. Which was not the direction you needed him to be in.

Walking away to a further monitor, the one hanging over the table with the stick on top, back turned to you, “Hey, he came at me. And he’s wrong. Soldier following orders mentality isn’t what we need right now.” Frustration was leaking off of him- perhaps something you should have taken note of. Quickly you looked up at him as he scoffed. “That’s the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn’t have kept him on ice.”

It was more than frustration. It was anger. And bitterness. With less excitement and voices in the room, that whine came back, along with a pang in your right temple, but you ignored them both. Stepping away from your station, you went to his side, brushing your hand against his. It broke his current storm, quieting it back to its small bubble as he looked at you. “We’re on a team now.”

His lips pulled thin. “We’re a team. They’re adding voices not worth listening to into the mix. That’s not helping.”

“So listen to me, then.” Your hand shifted up his arm, curling around his bicep in a light grip. “I’ve got your back, okay? I agree with you. But we’re not the only people here. And out of the people on this ship, more of them are agents for the organization we’re trying to undermine than aren’t.” Meaning, very simply, please don’t alienate our only real potential allies.

He softened up then, and you may have finally broken through. Not a tough thing, considering you knew him so well. But before you could see the light of your good work, a sharp crack of pain lashed across your forehead and you ducked in slightly with a hiss. The high pitched whine was back. Tony steadied you, hands on your arms. “Hey- take it easy- talk to me, what’s the matter?”

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, hands rubbing at your face. “I’ve been a little off since that thing with Loki.”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask-”

“Not right now.” You didn’t want to try to put that experience into words. It had been harrowing. And clearly had left quite a large mark.

“Sure.” Tony backed off immediately. “Look… why don’t you go lie down? We’ve got a little while until we’re on lock, and JARVIS won’t be finished for at least another hour.”

Half turning, about to perhaps accept Tony’s proposal- it sounded very nice. Especially considering you had no idea what actual time it was. How long had you been awake? ...better question, how long had he been awake? But before you could answer, you caught the sight of Bruce looking at the two of you. And the moment that he got caught, he looked down at his work sheepishly. “He’s right. We’ll be at this for a little while longer. I don’t mind if you get lost again and end up sleeping in my room.” Smiling lightly.

An expression you returned. “Thanks.” Still, you were slightly hesitant to just leave when you were right in the middle of things.

A thought Tony soothed easily, reaching up to cup your cheeks in his palms, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. It eased the pain back a bit somehow. “You need me to walk you?” Offering honestly.

“I’m alright. Only for a few hours, alright?” Even that was too much.

He gave you a light nod. “Sure.” Reaching up he tapped the inside of his ear. “I’m on frequency. You need anything just call.”

Easing up, you pressed a small kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.” Reliving to know he was just a word away. Literally. It probably made him feel better just as much. He seemed a little hard pressed to let you go, but you managed to slip away, offering Bruce a tiny wave that he returned just as shyly.

Now was absolutely no time to be lying down on the job.

Something you’d admonish yourself for later.

Unless it ended up biting you in the ass first.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter Fifty One

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