#also; yes. Shockwave has two other arms

[lmadsadness]

well well who are these horrendous divas?

yeah i turned your one optic man and your single father of cassette children into whatever the hell these little shits are. Artistic creativity amright?

[scftpcws]

Felix Catton the type of guy to suck breast during sex. like he just wants to be as intimate and close to you as he can and he also loves touching and kissing every part of you. like he 100% one day was kissing down towards the boob area and sucked a little and decided he liked it

mdni! 18+

Felix sucking brest??? i think the fuck yes. I mean felix has an oral fixation why wouldn’t he wanna suck a lil tittie? (i severely apologise for my lack of activity… school is killing me rn)

it started off as gentle and soft kisses on your tits, little kitten licks to your nipples. he would lick up the crevice between them, rubbing his cheek against your chest as if he were trying to nuzzle his way into your ribcage and make a home in your heart. he wants you, he needs you.

he would leave burning bruises on the area above your breast, his other hand making sure to entertain your remaining tit. how could he ignore them? they were so beautiful, so soft and warm and oh so kissable.

the first time he really indulged himself, the two of your were lazily making out, felix right arm wrapped round your waist, the other resting on your right boob, squeezing and rubbing at the soft skin. he focused almost primarily on your breasts, kneading the flesh, looking down as if he wanted to say something. you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, his eyes instantly coming to look at you. he looked dazed and desperate, so needy and unfulfilled. he wanted something but he didn’t know how to ask.

“what the problem baby?” his eyes seem to shimmer at the nickname, his hips buck upward gently into your leg, a soft groan wantonly escaping his soft pink lips. “what is it my love?” you ask again, running your hand down to his cheek and bringing him closer to your chest. that almost killed him. your boobs pressed right up against his face, he could smell yoyr scent, so intoxicating so sweet.

“can i suck your tits please? i promise i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you.”, he pleaded, eyes so full of love and adoration. he looked so pretty begging for you, begging to taste you. how could you deny him. “its okay fi, you can have a taste.” he latched onto you immediately after, his lips so softly sucking at your nipple. after that he couldn’t get enough. it was like there was nothing else going through his mind, the taste of your boobs encapsulated him. he sucked almost feverishly, as if he had been anticipating that very moment, and perhaps he had.

it felt almost too good, the warmth of his tongue so soothing against the skin of your tits. his teeth gently bite the hardened bud sending shockwaves through your body, your skin tingling with excitement and pleasure. his big, hand massaging and teasing your other nipple. he looked up at you, eyes so full of love and warmth. god it could have made you cum right there and then.

You cradled his head in your hand, your fingers laced in his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, making him nuzzle into your touch. The moment was so intimate it almost didn’t feel sexual. he swapped over to your other nipple, he almost laid fully on top of your body, gently rutting his hips against your thigh. he whimpered and whined quietly, the plush soft skin of your tits and the friction of his boxers on his cock made his sweet little head fuzzy and clouded with you. You. You. if you tried to touch him he’d whine. he doesn’t give a fuck about how he feels he just wants to be close to you. he could (and probably would) suck on your tits all day if you let him. the two of you laid grinding against each other as felix indulged himself in the sweetness of your breasts, his head in the clouds, not a care in the world.

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[scourgeofmyownbrain]

I have noticed things about this Bumblebee design, and I can't stay silent about it anymore. (If I do not speak my mind now, I fear I may explode, so please bear with my unhinged screaming, this is good for my health.)

I have compiled my thoughts into a post because I want to spread my insanity like a plague. There are things about this YELLOW MOTHER FUCKER that I can not let go un-acknowledged anymore, THE WORLD WILL KNOW OF YOUR SINS AND I WILL BE THE ONE TO REVEAL THEM

Did you notice anything off or weird about Bumblebee in TFP? Did you? Did you notice? Anything?

BECAUSE I DID

BOY FUCKING DID I

TO begin, this fucker has no eye lids. No, I am not kidding, he never blinks. Ever. Entire show. Not one flutter of a wayward eyelid. Those eyebrows do SO MUCH heavy lifting. There are three other characters (Soundwave, Shockwave, and the Vehicons) that also do not blink, but they have either one big eye and no face or a full face mask, NOT TWO COMPLETELY NORMAL EYES THAT JUST DON’T BLINK

Second, his battle "mask." There are maybe like, 3 instances of a battle mask in the entire show: Optimus, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and I think that's it. And Bumblebee's is the only one that looks like that, that barely-cover-the-mouth thing it's doing.

Why do his upper arms look so disproportionate to his lower arms? They look too small, the wheel looks like it’s most of the structure and, once again, no one else’s looks like this. Look at his horrific shoulders. What kind of unloving god would make this? (also im like 80% sure his left shoulder is clipping on his body just to accommodate this shot fUCKing hoRriFiC CHoicEs gENTlemen leTs KeeP fUCKINg doing iT)

Exhaust Pipes. I shant say more.

Yes, his insignia is fucking tiny and on his pelvis. Do with that what you will. no one else's is like this why-

Mothers and Fuckers I give you the BANE of My Existence, TFP BUMBLEBEE’S HOLLOW KNEES. Look at those fuckers I can thread a stick right through it. These stupid fucking triangles have been haunting me for YEARS, and, just like his eyes, NO OTHER CHARACTER HAS KNEES LIKE THIS!! I feel nothing but rage looking at this, I hate his knees with a fucking passion I am going to commit 8 felonies

Why do his knee spikes stick out so far? Why. Several other characters have similar spikes, why are Bee’s so far out. The Knees...are probably making it look worse than it is.

HIS FEET ARE TOO BIG FOR HIS LEGS WHY ARE THEY SO MUCH BIGGER! They look like clown shoes, why are they so enormous, they look so disproportionate to the rest of his body. It’s so suddenly too, his feet just abruptly explode out.

Bumblebee has no ankles. All of my emotions have shut off. Everyone else has an their joint is closer to their heel, more in the middle of their foot. Bee’s joint is too far away from his heel, more at the front of his foot. Why iS HIS HEEL SO MUCH BIGGER THAN THE REST OF HIS FOOT!! WHY ARE HIS FEET SO GODDAMN WIDE??

Let's look at a couple other bots to make my point. I'll stick to ones around Bee's size. Wheeljack and Knockout are both 21 feet tall, same as Bee. Knockout has similar wheel placement in his feet and Wheeljack has similar wheel placement in his shoulders.

would you look at that they look fucking n o r m a l. look at their NORMAL KNEES and NORMAL ARMS and NORMAL SIZED FEET THEY DON'T LOOK LIKE CLOWN SHOES HELD ON BY FUCKING STRING

I am having a conniption he is the only one that looks like this.

Would you like some very, very cursed knowledge? Yes, you would: TFP Bumblebee and RID2015 Bumblebee CANONICALLY LOOK IDENTICAL. Like, if you were in the ALC Universe, looking at two photos of him from both the time of TFP and RID15, you would not be able to tell them apart. How do I know this?

LET ME TELL YOU. So, in the episode “History Lessons”, Bumblebee takes his team to the ruins of the Nevada Autobot base, Autobot Outpost Omega One, which we all know was destroyed at the end of TFP Season 2, and they find an old recording from Before the base was destroyed. This recording is of Bumblebee in the base before it was destroyed, and his model is the same as his RID15 one. (see FUCKING above)

You’re probably asking yourself, “But why does that matter, it’s just the show’s different art styles and they needed to make sure we recognized Bee in the recording,” Why? Let me list the ways:

Bumblebee has spontaneously grown fingers in RID15. He only had 4 on each hand in TFP, but in RID15 he Suddenly just had 5. They did the exact same thing with Bulkhead, so I’m not just going crazy.

Bumblebee’s transformation sequence has drastically changed. In TFP he transformed face down head forward, and in RID15 he transforms face up head back. This is significant, and can’t be explained as artistic interpretation, because in TFP season 2 episode 4, Bumblebee drives through a ground bridge after Megatron, transforms then launches himself forward, diving to snatch the spark extractor from Megatron’s hand. You can’t do that if you’re leading with your feet. And It is very obvious that Bee transforms face up in RID15, his feet are the front of the car. I would show you pictures but I am not combing through the shows to find any more images I am so done someone please save me-

"The shows have very different art styles, maybe Bumblebee has just changed how he looks." I hear you say, and Yes. That is something that can happen in canon, Starscream “reformatted himself to his old body type,” which is actually true; his RID15 form looks a lot more like his WF/FOC form, and Soundwave shows up in his TFP form when he’s fresh out of the shadow zone, then he changes his form. We have direct confirmation that characters can change their forms. So there shouldn’t be any problems with Bumblebee’s design, correct?

YOU WOULD THINK, but because the video bee is identical to rid15 bee, but it's supposed to be tfp bee, this makes TFP Bee and RID15 Bee CANONICALLY IDENTICAL. Plus Bee's Rescue Bots Cameos are Identical as well, and one is from TFP time and the other is RID15 time.

The LOGICAL implication is that if TFP Bee and RID15 Bee are identical, then RID15 Bee actually doesn’t have eyelids and does not blink. fucking pains me in places that should not be able to feel pain.

Can you see why I'm insane now?

[moonlight-tmd]

Hay

Longarm anon is here.

Don't beat me up, these headcanons are from my friend, i just send them everywhere (he knows about it (hi buddy))

So, there are some ideas about Longarm Prime (not Shockwave)

1) he is made out of soft metal (especially his torso) so he is super huggable for other cybertronians.

Idk, he looks like he gives the best hugs in the universe.

I wanna hug this mech badly and I don't care if he will squish me to death by accident, ok?

2) He has a very contagious laugh. With snorts and wheezes and so on

So even if the joke is bad and isn't funny for most of the people but he finds it hilarious all bots in the room will eventually burst into uncontrollable laughter because of him

3) he wraps himself into his arms while he is recharging so it looks like a freaking cocoon with mf butterfly insideThe same thing will happen if you sleep next to him - he will just wrap you in his arms and you will be forced to wait until he is awake to get up

Hello you two! I really enjoyed the previous ask you gave me and this is just enhancing it.

Yes, Longarm would absolutely be in the "soft armor" category. His frame is build to extend and bend so few parts of him are solid metal, with the exception of helm, chassis and servos/pedes almost everything else is covered in the metallic mesh. He is considered soft among the cybertronian kind so hugs are all the way. He does like to hug people and he'll always pull one where he'll wrap his arms around them twice over to enhance the hug.

While he tries to be all calm and collected most often it fails when he's around someone he enjoys. They'll talk and tell jokes and all, chuckles here and there but eventually he'll start laughing and his real laugh comes out and it's really hard not to join in.

Lmao I can see him doing that. He's just touch needy when it comes to recharging so he'll provide it for himself if he has no one to recharge with. He is the type to get up early so there should be little problems in case you're stuck or Long oversleeps.

I also thought about few things Longarm would have, mostly inspired by the impostor scenario from earlier:

-Longarm doesn't have a 3rd optic, he has a headlamp. It was easy to disguise Shockwave's optic in the stolen faceplate with the way the metal was cut to fit around the lamp.

-The OG Longarm had an aquatic alt mode (a rarity in cybertronians but it happens). His vehicle is a motorboat but he can also enter diving mode where his pedes flatten to form fins and he can see underwater thanks to the headlamp. His frame in itself if pretty lightweight compared to land mechs his size. (also that chin piece reminds me of the thing divers use so there's that).

I just love the idea that Shockwave and Longarm are two separate people, it's a huge potential for angsty romance but you know already from the previous post.

[berrystarred]

Megatronus X Orion Pax

Part 2

Read Part 1 first!

The next day, Orion walked down the busy streets of Kaon. He kept his arms crossed over his chest; It felt like everyone was watching him.

Was it the way he walked? His fresh, clean coat of paint? Or maybe the glint in his optics from his first time visiting Kaon.

He walked nervously toward the arena Megatronus had told him about.

He held his data pad firmly, afraid that any of the bystanders, who seemed to be sizing him up, were planning on stealing it. The data pad held sensitive information that would be horrible if it ended up in the servos of someone dangerous. It also contained personal information and messages from Senator Shockwave that could soil his image.

He reached the arena. He could hear loud chanting and yelling coming from inside; it made the outside streets seem calm and quiet. He steeled himself and headed in. As soon as he did, he was surrounded by bots twice his size, and probably a hundred times more violent. They all swayed from side to side, and pushed one another around as they cheered and placed bets.

He moved towards the front, and tried to get a view of the arena. It was so much bigger than he had imagined.

"Wow..." He breathed out as he stared over the enormous pit.

"Megatron's gonna blow this place sky high! I swear I've seen 'im kill five guys without a weapon!" A nearby mech said, as he swung a cash box around.

"No way!" Said his friend, "That's not just unbelievable, that's impossible!"

"I suppose that's the thing about Megatron, he makes the impossible look easy. You know how he got started don't you?" A third bot chimed in, as he pushed his way into the group.

"Dunno. Whadda ya mean 'got started?'" The first mech asked.

"He killed a guy! Tried to off a Senator too. Apparently he's like some sorta hero to the working class or some kind of figurehead for a new group..." said the newcomer.

"The Decepticons?" Orion asked, and the three bots looked over at him. He choked a little, not entirely sure why he spoke up.

"Yeah, them." Said the third bot, pointing a digit at Orion, "He's got them wrapped around his finger like the senate has Kaon,"

"Damn the senate! All thems ever did for us was slag all over our opportunities. Frag 'em all, I say!" The first mech slammed his hand down on the railing near Orion.

Orion chuckled nervously, now almost entirely sure Megatronus' invitation was a trap.

The second bot came between Orion and the other two, resulting in all three of them being pushed forward against the railing, "Hush everyone! Looks like the fight’s starting!"

"Megatron?" The mech with the cash box said as he shook it in front of them.

"Megatron." The other two bots said, placing money in the box.

He looked at Orion, "You placing a bet?"

Orion perked up and looked over at them, "M-me?"

"Yes you," He said.

"Don' bother, this little thing's prolly never watched a fight in his life!"

Orion grunted, "Yeah, I'll place a bet." He took out a few Shanix and put them in the box.

The other bots laughed. They looked into the box at his cash.

The second bot whistled, "You got a lot to go around, eh?" He said, nudging Orion playfully, "Where you from kid?"

Orion tensed up, "l- look, Megatron!" He said as he pointed down at Megatron, striding into the arena.

The other bots looked down into the pit and cheered loudly. The enormous roar made Orion's audials ring.

Megatron held his Arms up and lifted a medallion into the air, followed by an enormous thunder from the crowd.

"What is that he's holding?" Orion asked and the other bots looked at him.

"Why, that's his badge." Said the first.

"His Decepticon badge." Said the second.

Orion looked down and Megatron looked up at him.

Orion was surprised that the gladiator could see him; but after looking around, his face flushed in the realization that everyone else around him had dirty, subdued colors and his bright red paint job stood out like a sore thumb.

The fight started. Two large bots entered the arena, weapons in hand. The first thrust forward wielding a heavy spear. With expert precision and timing, Megatron dodged. The warframe stumbled forward and spun to face Megatron; The other mech charged him from behind with a large cudgel. Megatron extended a flail from his hand and whipped it in a tight circle. He waited for the first bot to thrust forward again and brought the weapon down hard onto his helm. The mech dropped his spear and Megatron kicked it up on his pede. Megatron flicked the spear up and caught it, using it to parry the other bot’s attack. The second bot pulled back and swung for Megatron’s legs. Orion was surprised how quickly Megatron reacted, leaping up to avoid the strike and waiting for the next swing. When the bot swung at his legs he made a quick movement and trapped the cudgel between his legs. He twisted his pedes and ripped the staff from the mech's servos. With a surprised yelp, the bot was struck with a quick blow from Megatron.

Orion was brought back to the crowd by a roar of shouts and applause.

Megatron’s fists tore through the bot; taking hit after hit, unable to register the speed of his attacker. The mech grabbed Megatron's fist and swung a strong punch into his gut; the crowd deflated. Megatron huffed but didn’t stop, he swung his fist into his attacker again, smashing their optics and sending energon and shards of metal across the ground. Before the mech could figure out what was happening, Megatron’s pede plowed through the bot's helm, sending him to the ground.

Everyone cheered and Orion’s eyes brightened. He then realized the crowd was shouting; the other bot was charging Megatron from behind.

“Behind you!” Orion shouted on impulse, and Megatron turned to the mech too late.

The mech crashed into Megatron, bringing him to the ground. The crowd roared and Megatron tried to get up. The bot gripped his neck and straddled him, holding him to the ground. Orion could practically hear Megatron’s neck denting in under the bot’s servos. Megatron took notice of the lack of restraint on one of his hands and strained it as far out as he could. With a flick of his wrist he tossed his flail over the bot’s back and caught it in his free hand; he then cracked it against the mech’s face, sending him flying across the arena floor.

The crowd exploded and Orion covered his audials. Megatron sprung to his feet and charged at the bot, assuming the same position the other bot previously had over him. He grabbed the bot’s jaw, gagging him and cracking his frame. He slammed the bot’s head into the ground and drew his flail. He stood up and slammed the flail into the bot’s spark chamber. With a sickening pop and a flash of light the mech’s spark exploded. Everyone cheered, including Orion.

Each fight became more and more intense, and every time Orion became more enthralled. He became closer to the bots around him and became more comfortable. As the fights ended, he raised a fist and cheered for Megatron. The mech next to Orion grabbed his shoulder and shook him roughly.

“Yeah! Me-ga-tron! Me-ga-tron!” He chanted and everyone joined in until the entire crowd was cheering his name in time.

The bots surrounding Orion eventually settled down and collected their bets. Shortly after, the crowd by the exit had dispersed and Orion made his own way out.

Third and final Part comes out next!

[ssongsboo]

Alr so Imagine beach sex with juhan BUT when the sun sets casting a soft glow over his pretty features and defining his body even more, making everything so beautiful, as you both are on cloud 9 and lose yourself in each other (yes this was inspired by the pictures LMAO)

the air is warm, carrying the faint scent of salt and the distant crashing of waves, the sun sinking slowly into the horizon and bathing the beach in hues of gold and amber. but none of it registers compared to the way juhan looks under the setting sun. the golden light paints his skin in soft, warm hues, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. his hair catches the breeze, framing his face like a portrait too perfect to be real.

it’s just the two of you on the secluded beach, the world around fading into a blur as he presses you gently into the sand. the warmth of his body contrasts with the coolness of the grains beneath you, and the glow of the sunset creates a halo around him as he leans in closer, his lips capturing yours with a fervor that makes your heart race.

"do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless, the roughness of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands trail over your body, fingers tracing every curve as though committing you to memory, every touch deliberate and reverent.

the sun dips lower, casting long shadows and deepening the golden glow over his features. his body moves against yours, slow and intoxicating, every motion purposeful as he draws you deeper into the moment. his eyes meet yours, filled with an intensity that steals your breath away, and it's as if the rest of the world ceases to exist- just him, the fading light, and the way he makes you feel like you're floating.

"god, you're stunning," he murmurs against your skin, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. his hands follow the curve of your hips, his fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he positions you just the way he wants. there’s an undeniable hunger in his movements, but also an aching tenderness that makes every touch feel like a worshipful act.

when he presses into you, the initial stretch has your breath hitching, your fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulders. he stills, his forehead resting against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. "are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with need. you nod, whispering his name like a prayer, and it's all the encouragement he needs.

juhan starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that matches the waves lapping at the shore. the friction is maddeningly perfect, each thrust dragging pleasure through your body and leaving you trembling beneath him. his hands roam your body, one gripping your thigh and pulling it higher around his waist, the other bracing himself above you, the muscles in his arm flexing with every motion.

the golden light of the sunset dances over his face, casting shadows that emphasize the furrow of his brows and the way his mouth falls open as he loses himself in you. his name slips from your lips like a mantra, and he responds with quiet groans that only fuel the fire pooling low in your belly.

as the sky turns to shades of pink and orange, his pace quickens, his breath mingling with yours as your bodies move in perfect harmony. as the pace intensifies, his control starts to fray. the softness in his movements gives way to a raw, unfiltered passion, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to send shockwaves through your entire body. the sound of skin meeting skin mingles with the distant crash of waves and the breathless cries spilling from both of you.

"look at me," he whispers, his voice softer now, almost pleading, as if he needs to see your expression just as much as you need to see his. his hands cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away the stray grains of sand as he gazes down at you. in this light, he's mesmerizing- his muscles taut, his features defined, and his lips swollen and parted as he loses himself in you.

your release comes like a wave cresting and breaking, crashing over you with a force that has your back arching and your fingers digging into his shoulders. he follows soon after, his body stiffening, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a deep, guttural groan that you'll never forget.

for a moment, neither of you moves, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high. the sky has darkened to a soft lavender, the first stars beginning to twinkle above, but juhan’s glow hasn't faded.

he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your temple as his hand trails lazily up and down your side, pulling you close, his arm draped protectively around your waist as the ocean sings its quiet lullaby.

and in that moment, as the day melts into night, you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be than wrapped in his warmth, tangled together beneath the endless sky.

[huffle-dork]

(Wrote a swapboys fight between bro and alt cuz I had a bad fight today- this was cathartic. Most likely not canon but fun to explore none the less!)

Impulse and Bro Fantastic exchanged blows with a massive amount of power radiating from them. It causes a shockwave to rocket out, making the two boys fly apart from each other and skid across the ground. Alt skips like a stone, bouncing then landing on his feet, shaking himself off like a cat. His mask has been blown off, but he doesn't look bothered as he glares at the hero with pure hatred in his glowing green eyes.

Bro fumbles to right himself, his arms shaking. But, he can’t show weakness. Not here… not in front of Alt. Since he started working for Magnificent, he’s gotten so much stronger… so much so that Bro felt almost nervous facing him. But, also because deep down… he didn’t want to hurt him.

But, today… seeing that hatred radiating off the boy finally broke Bro. He felt angry tears in his eyes as he pushes himself up, staggering slightly as various burns on his skin were tugged painfully by the movement. “Alt-”

The glitch stiffens then bares his teeth in a snarl. “Is that really all you got, Fantastic?” He tries to taunt. But, there’s no playfulness in his banter. Just pure anger.

Bro continues though, stepping closer, desperation in his eyes. “i-I don’t get it! …why? Even after all of this i…. Why?!” He cries. “Why do you suddenly hate me so much?! So much that you’d throw away a-any of the good left in you, to work for a fucking mad man? Do you hate me that much??”

Alt’s gaze does not soften- doesn’t let up in its burning anger. “You wanna know why?!” He spits out, as if the question burns him.

“Yes!” Bro emphasizes, “Because I don’t understand! I… I know i messed up but i-”

“You messed up, alright!” Alt snarls feral, magic sparking off him in a wild display of his emotions. He steps forward, clearly limping but his fury keeps him moving. Lights in the streetlights above them flicker and then burst one by one as he glares at the hero. Bro feels his heart racing as he tries to step back. Yet, Alt continues. “You- you used your paranoia to take my one fucking safe space away from me! You thought you were so fucking above me that- that it negated all the hard work i had been doing to be better!” He tries his best to hide the tears in his eyes, the heat of the magic starting to burn the air, burning away the lingering wetness in his tear ducts.

“I was trying… I was trying so hard for you. For all of you. I wanted to do right by you.” He bites out, his voice almost breaking.

And Bro feels his heart snapping in two. “A-Alt-”

“But it didnt fucking matter did it?!” The glitch yells now, more lights and electronics nearby breaking in an explosion of magic. “Because you deemed me dangerous! You… who stuck around and tried to save me from Mag! You… who saw something in me to save-”

That hatred is back in his eyes as he glares back at Chase, his voice cold as an ice storm. “Or was that all a lie, Chase?”

“I-It wasn’t-” Chase warbles out quietly. “I…I was stupid- I know it now! I… I should have believed in you more… I’m sorry-”

“It’s too fucking late for sorries, Brody!” Alt snarls, magic sparking at his fingertips. “It’s not gonna matter- none of this fucking matters. I just need you out of my way- so… stop fucking trying, you worthless excuse of a hero!”

That… stings. Bro fully feels himself crying now, lowering his face to cover it. His whole body is shaking. “...why? Can’t we… forget this? T-Try again? … you don’t want to hurt people like this Alt- i can see it in you…”

“You didn’t see that before-”

“AND I'M SORRY!” Chase yells, blue glowing in his eyes. “I’m sorry i was fucking blind! That i didn’t know what you needed! It’s not like you ever opened up to any of us anyways! How was I supposed to know?!”

“If you had brains maybe you could use them, hero!” Alt spits, “Did you really think a recovering thief would be okay with his friends thinking he’s some dangerous monster?! That someone who was a victim of a manipulative puppet master didn’t already feel like he didn’t deserve to be around people like all of you?!”

“I… I didn’t even think of it-” Chase tries to interject.

“Of course you didn’t! Because your life has always been perfect! Perfect Chase Brody- star student, star nephew! Perfect grades, you had great fucking friends! You never faced hardship in your entire fucking life!”

Chase was about to snap that that wasn't true. But, then he froze. “How… How did you… you know all of that…?” He whispers.

Alt growls through gritted teeth, “Because I’m the one who had to watch you from the fucking sidelines! Trying to fill your impossibly big shoes! How could I ever fucking compete with perfection?! And now you’re a fucking superhero- just- ARGH!” He throws out magic and destroys a postbox nearby with a blast of concentrated magic, sending mail flying around them. “Fuck you! Fuck you- you couldn’t get out of your own goodamn big head to see anyone else suffering around you! Like your fucking brother-!

Where were you Chase?!” Alt suddenly screams, tears falling rapidly down his face, his anger now morphing into desperation. “Where were you when I fucking needed you?! You sorry excuse for a brother!!! Where were you when I almost died time and time again on these streets?! When i needed you?! If you had fucking powers- why couldn’t you save me then?!”

The world feels like it's falling apart as Chase processes the words coming from Alt’s mouth. He… He hadn’t dared to hope but… “A…Anti…?” He whispers in shock.

Hearing his chosen name is enough to snap Alt out of his rant- his anger momentarily gone. Replaced with bone-chilling dread.

“Wait- wait no I-” He stammers, glitching back. “Forget that- forget all of that!”

Bro tries to stagger forward, disbelief in his eyes. “Anti- it… it’s really… you?” He looks like he’s seen a ghost. “... is that… how you really feel… about me…? All these years…?”

Alt looks at Chase like he’s an approaching predator, cowering away like a cornered animal. His magic responds in kind, a flickering spiral of glitching magic appearing behind him. His eyes spiraled with blue and green magic.

“Forget!” He cries desperately, his emotions affecting his magic in ways he can’t control. The pressure of the spiral is overwhelming, hitting Chase like a truck and sending him to his knees. His eyes fill completely with the glowing magic. He grabs at his head and tries to choke out to Alt, “N-No Anti…! P-Please-!”

Alt can’t hear him, he’s pushing all he can against Bro, trying to find the last few minutes in his mind and destroy them. “Forget- forgetforgetforget!” He shakily commands. His hands shake. He’s trying not to fall into his panic. “Forget what I just told you! Forget that I’m your brother! Forget forget forget!!”

Eventually, Bro stops struggling, his eyes glazing over completely as he slumps to the ground, arms falling beside him limply. Slumped over like a fallen doll.

Alt breathes heavily, looking down at Bro with his blood roaring in his ears.

What… did he just do…?

He shakily steps away from the hero, his legs feeling like jelly. He looks at his hands as if he can’t recognize them. He looks one more time at Chase before he disappears in a flurry of glitches.

Chase feels a tear falling off his chin numbly, as the entire encounter they just had was purged from his memory…

For reasons he didn’t understand… it felt like his heart was crying.

[dynared]

My Transformers writing metas of characters who a lot could be done with continues with a character that actually did get a lot of attention in the previous comic run with IDW, but did so as essentially an original character, since IDW, as we've previously established, did not like human characters or Japanese concepts. That being said, there's probably a lot you can do with the character in the new Energon Universe.

Overlord in Transformers Masterforce is the ultimate weapon of the two leaders of the Decepticons on Earth, the humans Giga and Mega. A Double Godmaster (namely a Godmaster that requires two Godmaster engines to function) Overlord beat Ginrai to within an inch of his life the first time they fought, forcing the Autobots to create the God Ginrai powerups to actually have any hope of fighting him on equal footing. It's actually interesting because a human mastermind (or two in this case, the husband and wife team) stepping onto the field with a Decepticon that made Megatron look lightly armed was a turning point for the conflict in the series.

For what it's worth, while it's not outright said, the Overlord in the Earth Wars gatcha game is implied to be this version, not the IDW version.

IDW chose to dismiss the human connections in favor of a Cybertronian who was a combat-loving warlord without any Godmaster/Powermaster abilities or human control. He's essentially a Caligula figure, happy to kill people for sport in his arenas and proclaim his own glory without any care for the people he hurts or the other Decepticons who are shown to barely stand the guy. Overlord's portrayal in the IDW series is often considered a highlight to show the cruelty that the Decepticon ranks create.

There's also his appearance in Power of the Primes, but that was widely considered a dumpster fire of a production with the writers, Machinima, having gone out of business years ago. I'm sensing a pattern with the writers Hasbro hires for their adult animation takes on the franchise.

Anyway, with a character that has had two very distinct portrayals, with more recent work trying to get away from the latter portrayal, there's definitely a lot Skybound could do with him, although much of it may not be feasible till a few years down the road -

Overlord, Decepticon Powermaster looking for a vestigal empire:

If the writers are a fan of the IDW portrayal but don't want to completely abandon the Powermaster/Godmaster concept, the best idea may be to have Overlord be someone seeking human or even alien aid to increase his own power. Cybertron has been shown to be in a pretty sorry state, but there's nothing to say that he couldn't have started his own empire somewhere else. This keeps Overlord as his own bot, and allows him to still have the Powermaster trappings of human partners while still keeping the Caligula trappings of IDW of someone who could have ran Cybertron instead of Shockwave, but was more concerned with personal power and fighting strong opponents than any sort of formal authority. This also leaves a lot of ideas for new characters that could bounce off of him.

2. Overlord: Transector of SKAR:

Now that the Energon Universe has somehow, against all odds, gotten people excited about Cobra-La of all things, it may not be long before in an attempt to further differentiate itself from Larry Hama's original GI Joe comics, begin digging for other ideas that have been declared unusable. And when it comes to GI Joe ideas that aren't looked upon fondly, even more so than Cobra-La, there's SKAR, the main villains of...GI Joe Extreme.

Yes, this was real. Season 3 was even going to connect it to the original series with SKAR being revealed as a front for Cobra, with Iron Klaw set to butt heads with Cobra Commander before the show got canceled.

If you were going to go the "Overlord is a Transector" route, rather than have Giga and Mega on their own, considering that the Decepticons will still be around, it may be worth it to mine the existing characters they have and adapt them to the concept. So in this case, the function of Giga and Mega as masterminds overseeing a conflict until Overlord allows them to go directly into battle could easily be filled by SKAR's two leaders, Iron Klaw/Count Von Raimi, and his second in command, Steel Raven.

Funny enough, they seem like they could take the roles of Giga and Mega quite easily from a visual standpoint.

So I think the ultimate question concerning Overlord and how he gets portrayed boils down to one question. Is he his own character or is he a proxy for others? Either one could be used here while heavily involving human characters in a way IDW didn't. But this is just my looking at a concept in the Powermasters I feel deserves a chance to shine.

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Final part! Thanks for coming along for the ride. More of the mafia au will likely be posted today, I really want to write some death scenes in between some irl craft projects.

Meanwhile, aboard the Nemesis, Megatron was scheming. Due to the war, they were running into a bit of a gene pool problem. Namely, throwing an entire city state's worth of genetic diversity into a blender and creating a mass produced army out of whatever gene sequence it spits out had worked to preserve diversity and allow the lower ranks to continue adding to the population without ruining evolution for the future, but it also meant that the genetic makeup of any offspring born was a crapshoot. Unfortunately, being a grounder was a very, very dominant trait.

But, the human converts were special in that they had a completely new set of genetic traits. Sure, Dani would likely be a helicopter, but compared to archived gene sequences, she would be comparable to a bot that came from a long lost and isolated colony, perfect for putting some variety back into the gene pool. But first, the obvious problem was that she hadn't been converted yet.

The discoveries were made on Miko and Raf's genetic testing results, not hers.

And, of course, she was far too small to be a good carrier or even a Sire, not without heavy medical intervention, and Megatron already knew that even encouraging her and Blades to bond would be an arduous task.

Luckily, Shockwave had done plenty of growth tank experiments in his time during the war, and had the science down to an easily repeatable procedure, one, when tested, that can be bundled with the conversion process, as long as there is enough access to the subjects bloodstream at time of submersion, particularly in the extremities.

In other words, Megatron has to cut Dani's arms and legs to get the liquid cyber metal to her feet and hands.

This is going to be fun.

Megatron had never before been able to use a blade on a human before, preferring to either shoot or squish them on the battlefield.

Megatron walked into the two autobot turncoats' berth room, Dani glaring at him from her little pile of blankets, shivering in her oversized garment that had replaced her flight suit. He had read from Knockout's report that during a run to get supplies to treat her monthly… affliction, she had been spotted and tracked down by a store associate who had seen her missing poster, and tried to get her away from Breakdown. In the confusion, Breakdown had run him over, splattering her with blood. The damage done has been fully healed, and now they could move on to the next stage of the process.

Megatron took out the clear box of stickers that Shockwave had loaded up with nanotechnology in. To Dani's horror, they were skimpy and gold, getting the reference immediately.

Blades, bless his sweet spark, did not.

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(My beta told me no to making Dani naked twice in one one-shot, so we compromised by making her censor bars a Rocky Horror reference. Yes, Dani and Blades are supposed to be Janet and Brad coded. Unfortunately, there is no Rocky, because, well, there's child characters here. Tarn is already pushing a lot here. So, instead of learning all about kink and throwing away the last of their innocence, Dani and Blades are learning about the war and throwing away their black and white view of it.)

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"Have Dani apply these to the skin. Shockwave tells me that there is a diagram of where they need to go included. If you don't get them all applied before Knockout comes to retrieve you, Shockwave will do them himself. Blades, after Dani leaves, you will be moved to a new room." Megatron left, leaving them alone. Blades took out the stickers, realizing that this would have to be a two person job. He found the ones meant to go on her chest.

"How about you start with these? I mean, we did swap bodies, so nothing I haven't seen before, but…"

Dani nodded, a whirlwind of embarrassment and horror going through her head as she took off her dress and bra, Blades setting a mirror in front of her and looking away respectfully as she put the two circles over her breasts, trying not to think about the huge, hulking, one eyed monster of a bot that would soon be touching her for some likely sick purpose.

She looked through the other sheets and found another set meant for her crotch, resembling those adhesive edged fabric thongs some actors used in movie shoots. Luckily, it was large enough that the razor included could stay sealed in its flowery pink packaging.

She added a few to her sunken belly and skeletal ribcage. Her time at the Nemesis had her losing every scrap of fat on her body, leaving her feeling freezing and hollow all the time. She quickly put the stickers meant for her legs and feet on, not feeling safe until she slipped her pants on. It was weird. Being topless made her feel less exposed than having her legs out.

"Blades? A little help here?" Dani said, picking up the stickers meant for her neck and back. Blades oh so delicately placed the last two stickers, ruffling her hair after he was done.

"This might be a bit inappropriate due to circumstances outside of our control, but you will always be the prettiest human I have ever gotten the pleasure of knowing, no matter what happens. Charlie, your brothers, Chase, and Boulder would all be so proud of us for making it this far together. I am so proud of you for making it this far. I promise, if the worst comes to worst, I will bury you the way we couldn't bury your family. I love you, Dani."

Dani wiped away a tear. "Aw, I love you too Blades."

The door to the room opened, and Knockout stepped in. Dani took off her pants and climbed onto his outstretched hand without a word.

"Primus, fleshy, it is far too cold on the ship to be walking around without a blanket." Knockout picked up a thin, stained one that usually ended up between her and the rest of her blankets when she was on her period. He threw it over her shoulders and walked down to Shockwave's lab, leaving Blades to quickly clean up the trash and store anything of use in his subspace.

Shockwave took her from Knockout and laid her on her belly, setting the blanket aside. Dani didn't dare breathe as he took a pair of tweezers and readjusted the sticker on her back. "Everything is satisfactory. Knockout, administer the priming injection."

"Dani, sit up, cross your legs, put your elbows on your knees, and face away from me." Knockout said while he uncapped the syringe and Shockwave scooped out a glob of the cleaning gel that Dani had been subjected to more then once after she had begun to stink due to not being able to shower regularly.

Dani scrambled to follow directions, hissing as her shoulders were wiped with the freezing cold gel. She willed herself to stay still as Knockout plunged the needle into her shoulder and emptied the syringe into the muscle there. They had given her vaccinations in that shoulder, too, but drew blood from her head.

Knockout removed the syringe and moved in front of Dani. "Lie back, and relax your face as much as possible. I need a blood sample." Knockout took plenty of blood from her before looking at Shockwave.

Shockwave picked her up and set her on a new tray. He pressed a button on the side of it, and Dani yelped as the sticker on her spine magnetized to the tray, keeping it straight. "Testing successful. Begin energon injections to the thighs, along with shallow lacerations to improve cyber metal distribution and speed up the process."

"This is my specialty." Megatron said, stepping away from the wall where he had been watching the proceedings. He took a scalpel from Knockout and carefully cut symmetrical lines into Dani's thighs and forearms. Knockout injected energon inside each cut, Dani shivering as he wiped the blood from them onto her belly.

Dani cried out and scratched at Knockout's hands as he lowered her into the growth vat.

Her red blood turned the clear yellow liquid a light pink, and once the tank was full, Shockwave introduced the cyber metal, the stuff settling in the tank in bubbles and streaks. Shockwave pressed another button, and Dani felt nauseous, her eyes closing for the last time.

"Oh, she's beautiful." Knockout said as the tank emptied and the top swung open. He had a towel open to wrap around her as soon as Megatron and Shockwave pulled her out of the tube.

She was truly a stunning femme, even in just the new protoform silver and gray. Once she chose a paint job, she would likely have half the seeker armada tripping over themselves for a shot with her. She was going to be a helicopter, at least. The bump on her back where new rotors would sprout and unfurl once she scanned an alt mode stuck out like a sore thumb. Her plating had an organic curve to it, with virtually no harsh edges at all.

Shockwave had to stop her from getting out of the tube on her own, taking her arms and helping to lift her out of the tank. Knockout wrapped her in the towel, and they bundled her into a wheelchair. Her eyes were still offline, the growth cycle finishing earlier than expected. They wheeled her to Blades' new room, him being informed of the true intentions of the experiment only minutes ago. Still, he had a shift to finish, and Knockout assured him that she would be in stasis until he could help her.

The minute he could finish up his training to be a nurse with Breakdown for the day, he raced back to his suite. As promised, a stasis machine was hooked up to her, and he carefully unhooked her from it and held her hand until she woke up.

He happily helped Dani, who passed almost all the memory recall checks, out of the wheelchair and into their seated shower, where Blades assisted her in cleaning off the clear yellow goo that clung to her plating. The temporarily blind bot kept feeling his face over and over again, as if she expected him to be gone the next time she checked.

That morning, she woke up to him squeezing one of her hands while they slept in their bed, Blades having to plug her into the recharge dock with little awkward touches against her head.

This was her new reality now.

A menial job on this dark, oppressive ship, with this orange mech sleeping alongside her, all without her consent or a measure of control.

At least she won't starve.

At least she doesn't have to be alone.

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There was just one last test to be done.

Cody walked through the ground bridge, his confident posture and wicked grin strange on his young face.

In the panic of the omega lock pointed at earth, no one was paying attention to the drugged up, half mad Rescue Bot.

Cody walked into the cell block and walked right through the bars. The man he believed to have led his family to their deaths, tripping over himself to pick him up.

"Heatwave, I have a secret for you. Do you want to know?"

The grief addled bot nodded like an over excited little kid, and Cody smiled.

All Cody had to do to prove himself was whisper a single word.

"Die."

The bot's spark imploded with a soft pop, not a single drop of energon split. He reached into his ear and tapped his com link. "Nickel, I'm done here."

A ground bridge opened, and he ran back through to his Sire, failing to wipe the excited grin off his face. Tarn kneeled down and picked up the tiny minicon, his holoform flickering off as he hugged his Sire's finger. The Peaceful Tyranny was hiding behind the Nemesis, being secretly space bridged in to help Megatron hunt down any loose ends, the perfect initiation test for the newest member of the DJD.

"Good work, Darkmount." Tarn said, placing him back into his chest cavity.

Before long, the theme song to some human cartoon Raf downloaded off the internet and passed to him on one of their informal play dates while Tarn talked to high command played obnoxiously from the vid screen, Tarn long since abandoning the hopes of hearing anything but squeaky voices and bubbly background music after a hunt.

Tarn could feel Darkmount stretch inside him. He sent a feeling of pride into their still new parental spark bond.

Darkmount sent it back, a feeling of sleepiness accidentally slipping alongside it.

Darkmount was getting better at that, but still made silly little mistakes with the bond at times. However, he was flawless in the field, burrowing into the plating of much bigger mechs and killing them from the inside, removing any witnesses while Tarn and the rest of the DJD took care of the main victim.

And, of course, he was a glutton for attention at times. If he wanted it, that is. If he got it into his head that he didn't want to be picked up or held, Tarn would walk away with bite marks and a very grumpy microcon cuddled into the crook of his elbow or clinging to his tank treads. He did, in fact, scan an alt mode.

He had fought a small swarm of a savage pointer, a smaller subspecies of the common bulbous scraplet, and with some help from Vos, scanned a live one for his alt mode.

If he focused, he could hover in the air. The Pet was terrified of him, and he could now wander the ship as he pleased.

A few months later, Darkmount woke up to a message from Raf saying that he now had two nephews. Apparently, Dani and Blades got busy fast after Dani recovered from the conversion. There was also a warning to Nickel that Dani experienced phantom contractions after the twins were born, and the only things that worked was a very high dose of pain meds and plenty of heat packs and cuddles from the helicopter that she chose to be with. He was a skittish thing, not a single bark and completely devoid of bite. It was fine, though. Dani had enough for the two of them.

Darkmount winced as he imagined his sister in excruciating pain for no other reason besides a coding error leftover from being human.

He wouldn't lift a hand to help her if it was inconvenient for him, but he still didn't want to see her dead.

He cuddled into Tarn's spark chamber and drifted off to sleep.

Another day, and a new hunt will begin.

[lifetimeshipper]

Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 31

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Strongarm and Steeljaw hear a commotion coming from the Alchemor and go to check it out, they see Sideswipe greeting a yellow mech. The yellow mech saw them and ran over to them, "Sunstreaker, you're here. Hey," Strongarm says to him a bit nervously.

"Hey, Strongarm, it's been a good while," the yellow mech greeted.

"It has."

"What's with the ears?"

"Was due to an accident by Shockwave, affected everyone."

As they greeted the yellow mech, the sparklings asked, "Who's he?"

"He kind of looks like Sideswipe," Nightback stated.

"This is an old friend of mine and Sideswipe's brother, Sunstreaker."

"He's so shiny," Emberwing complimented.

"Why thank you, little missy," Sunstreaker said with a chuckle. "Cute sparklings."

Emberwing giggled in a shy manner before hiding behind her father. Sunstreaker looks and sees Steeljaw and Metalsound standing next to each other, "They must be a couple, they look cute. Like you and I would look," he states as he gets a little closer to Strongarm.

Metalsound did her best to hold back her laughter as Steeljaw growled at the newcomer, "Metalsound and I are not together. Also, stay away from my mate," he wrapped his tail around her waist to prove his point further.

"Is it because we're wolves that others assume that Steeljaw and I are together?" Metalsound chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Thunderhoof's arm.

Strongarm stands close to Steeljaw and picks up Nightback, "Sorry, Sunstreaker, but I'm already taken. This is Steeljaw my mate and this is our son Nightback."

"Oh, sorry," Sunstreaker replied with a blush.

"It's okay, you thought I would not have mated with anyone and that I would still be available because of my outlook on it."

"Yeah. It doesn't help that Sideswipe had feelings for you either," the yellow mech said.

"Can we not talk about that please?" Sideswipe asked nervously.

"Why not?" Sunstreaker asked.

"I made a few stupid mistakes back then," he shuddered at the memory.

"What did you do?" Nightback asked.

"You don't need to know, son. We're not gonna bring up the old memories," Steeljaw growls at Sideswipe.

Nightback whined as Sideswipe hid behind Windblade, "Sunny, this is Windblade, my sparkmate," Sideswipe said using his brother's old nickname. Steeljaw growled at the brothers as he pushed Strongarm and Nightback toward their quarters.

"Hey, nice to meet you," Sunstreaker said feeling a bit nervous from Steeljaw's growling.

"Nice to meet you too. Don't mind Steeljaw, he's just protective of his family. You never told me you had a brother, Slick," she said to the red mech.

"Slick?" Sunstreaker asked.

"It's her nickname for me."

"Ehh, it's better than what bots used to call us," Sunstreaker chuckled.

"Yeah," Sideswipe said as he chuckled nervously

"What did they call you two?" Windblade asked now curious.

"Ketchup and mustard, because of our color."

Windblade chuckled, "I think it's cute."

"Really?"

"Yes," she replied as she kissed him.

"So, what did you do to Strongarm that made the Wolf-Con so upset?"

Sideswipe made sure that Steeljaw was nowhere to be seen before replying. The others had gone off to do their own thing, "I kissed Strongarm, even when I knew they were bonded," he whispered.

"Oh. What did he do?"

"He nearly killed me, he would have if it wasn't for Strongarm."

"He would have? Will he kill me for coming onto Strongarm as I did?"

"Just keep your distance for a while," Sideswipe replied fearing for his brother's safety.

"I certainly will."

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Steeljaw and Strongarm got back to their quarters but before they went in Nightback saw Seajumper and wanted to go play, "Can I go play?"

"Sure," Strongarm replied as she put him down and he ran off to play as Steeljaw took Strongarm inside.

"You have a history with that mech?" He asked her as he started feeling jealous.

"Remember when I told you that there was a mech that asked me to go out with him?"

"Yeah..."

"He was the mech that asked me."

"Oh. Do you have feelings for him?"

"No, Steeljaw, as I told you I was too busy with my studies and training to even think about going out."

"But that doesn't mean you couldn't have gotten feelings for him. You were acting like it just now, were acting all nervous, and even blushed a bit like there was something between you two."

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other and I didn't like it when he was hitting on me."

"And yet you did nothing to repel him."

"I told him I already had a mate and a son," she argued as she intertwined her tail with his.

"I was listening to your conversation and you said nothing about having a mate until after I intervened," he argued back as he pulled his tail away from hers.

"He took me off guard. Wasn't this similar to you and Quickshadow?"

"At least I let her know right away that I was taken!"

"Steeljaw, I don't feel anything for him! What will it take for you to believe me?"

"I need to go for a drive," he replied as he headed out the door and transformed before driving off.

"Steeljaw, wait," she ran after him, only to see him drive off. She growled in frustration, wishing that Sunstreaker never came. She goes back inside and waits for Steeljaw to return, she feels her spark start to break as she waits, wondering if he will return.

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"Eyo, Steeljaw, wait up," Thunderhoof called as he tried to catch up with the Wolf-Con.

"What is it, Thunderhoof?"

"Why did you storm off?"

"Nothing, I'm just... a bit jealous I guess."

"I hear ya. Want to talk about it?"

"It's just the way she was acting around that new mech, I started to think that she may have feelings for him."

"Did Strongarm try to explain what had gone on between them?"

"Yeah, she told me."

"And? Do you believe her?"

"Of course I do, I just let my jealousy get to me."

"Then what are you doing out here instead of with your mate?" He asked suddenly wanting to be with his own mate.

"I just needed to get my processor together."

"Alright, just don't keep her waiting too long," he left the mech with his thoughts as he headed back to the scrapyard.

"I'm not," Steeljaw mumbled to himself as he continued to drive around.

Strongarm sighed as she went to check on Nightback, wondering when and if Steeljaw would be coming back. As soon as she walks out of their quarters she sees Steeljaw drive up and then transform.

Her ears folded back with uncertainty, "Hey."

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to check on Nightback."

Without another word, Steeljaw grabs her, pulls her back inside, and closes the door, "Steeljaw, what's gotten into you?" She asked in shock.

Steeljaw looks at her for a second before pulling her into a hug, "I'm sorry," he says as he wraps his tail firmly around her waist. It took her a second to take it in before she returned his hug. She closed her optics when she felt them starting to sting. She buried her helm into his shoulder, her tail wrapped around his waist. "I just got jealous and I let my jealousy overtake me."

She only nodded into his shoulder, afraid that if she tried to say anything she would start crying. You really hurt me.

I know, and I'm sorry. He replied as he tightened his hug. But I was feeling hurt as well.

I know, and I'm sorry too. She said as she tightened her hug as well. I would never do anything to hurt you.

I forgive you. Can you forgive me?

She looked up at him for a moment before kissing him passionately. Of course.

He kisses her back with just as much passion. Slowly breaking the kiss she nuzzled his neck, taking in his scent, "Did you get the Wolf-Con instincts and smell as well?" He asked her teasingly.

"It would seem so," she teased back. Steeljaw just chuckled.

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The GrimBee Story

Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[iwasntcreativeenoughforaname]

Here’s Shockwave! Yes there are two purple girls on the team. I figured it would be a little weird but making Wave anything other than purple physically hurt me so we’ll have to cope.

Their human form is inspired by longarm from TFA. Actually their entire character is TFA inspired (since that’s my favorite version of shockwave)

Their name is Selena. They’re a person who moved to [insert city name here] to stay with a host family and continue their studies after an accident left Selena’s face and arm burned. The burns unfortunately damaged the nerves in her arm, so in the real world, she has to wear a brace for it. Selena is very well off financially as she comes from an old money family, but almost no one knows about it because she tends to be a hermit. Her hair is graying early from the stress of her injuries and her general family life.

In the magical girl realm, Shockwave is a hammer wielder with a gift for speaking with the earth. And unfortunately this does not mean control over it. Rather Shockwave is able to take magic from the earth to power herself or temporarily heal others, leaving dead areas that others have to fix. I also say temporarily heal others because she’s not a healer class. Your injuries WILL resurface after time.

Her weapon is a hammer that can take magic directly from the earth either for her to use in physical attacks or to taze people with the prongs on the end of it. She has no magic abilities of her own and is dependent on the realm. However, she is a very brutal fighter and contains the most information on the realm.

[cjsmalley]

Amazons vs. Amazons:

He was surrounded.

Amazons on all sides. In the trees, in the underbrush. Hiding, in plain sight.

His world’s Hippolyta wanted him dead, had come to kill him personally; being the only man to have gotten away, to have subverted an Amazonian daughter.

They thought he was cornered.

He wasn’t.

He smashed the portal-ball; it was an experimental one, made to last an hour instead of fifteen minutes.

He smashed it against the ground and the portal opened.

To Themyscira.

Where another army of Amazons waited for their cue; they streamed out, Wonder Woman at the front.

Dean hunkered down as the two factions went to war.

“Imposters!” came the cries from both sides as metal met metal.

Diana faced Hippolyta; things went quiet as fighting stopped, all eyes on them.

“Girl,” Hippolyta sneered, “you come to aid a man?”

“Amazons are beings of peace and love,” Diana spat back, “you have harmed this man once before, your daughter using him as breeding stock and planning his murder. Dean Winchester is family to the Amazons of Themyscira.”

Hippolyta’s Amazons began murmuring; Themyscira was the mythical homeland, long lost and from which their ancestresses had been cast.

“Themyscira? Ha! You know nothing of which you speak, child! Themyscira has been lost for millennia!”

“In this world, perhaps,” now Diana sneered, “in my world, however, Themyscira still stands and welcomes every Amazon who swears to peace and love. We are warriors, yes, but we protect those that cannot protect themselves.”

She raised her voice, “My mother, Queen Hippolyta, welcomes all Amazons who swear to our ways and Goddesses. All those who wish to join us, merely step through our portal.”

“What about our daughters, sired by men?” one Amazon called desperately.

“All Amazons are welcomed,” Diana repeated.

Hippolyta attacked but Diana caught the blade with her bracers; the shockwave sent the rogue Amazon flying back.

“I have been blessed by our Goddesses,” Diana explained, advancing on her as she backed up for every step forward, “Athena, Artemis, Aphrodite, Hestia, and Hera! I am my mother’s Champion to the World of Man! I have pledged to uphold our ideals in the face of danger and hatred! You, Hippolyta, are nothing but a weak creature, parading your femininity like some badge of honor when you are nothing but a monstrous woman! How many of your daughters, granddaughters, great-granddaughters have you brainwashed into hatred for all things male? How many boys of your line have you had killed? For the crime of being born?”

“I—Amazons! To me!” Hippolyta cried out.

None of her sisters or daughters moved to her aid; instead, one, then two, then four laid down their arms and entered the portal.

More and more Amazons entered Themyscira, abandoning Hippolyta and her murderous methods.

A few hung back, “Our daughters…”

“Dean, take some of my Amazons, follow them back to the children,” Diana instructed the man, “remove them to Themyscira.”

Immediately, a small group of Themysciran Amazons surrounded him and took custody of the other Amazons.

“Traitors!” Hippolyta shrieked as the group moved to leave the forest and head back to town.

Dean and the Themysciran Amazons were led to a normal looking house.

“Stand down, Sisters,” one of the captured Amazons called, “they’re friendly, more sisters.”

“The man,” one of the guards argued.

“Lady, I’m here to help,” Dean replied, “your Queen’s probably dead by now; we’re moving all Amazons to Themyscira. Especially the kids.”

“Themyscira…” the guard wondered.

“He is telling the truth, Sister,” a Themysciran Amazon called, “I am known as Arissa and I, and my sisters, live on Themyscira. Our Queen has welcomed all those who swear by peace and love. Please, let us help you. Our Princess has defeated your Queen. Dean…?”

He opened a portal to Themyscira; it was also known as Paradise Island for a reason. Even the brief glimpse of the land proved that. The numerous Themysciran Amazons waiting also helped.

“Very well,” said the guard, clearly giving the stand down signal, “my name is Angela.”

The children were brought out and helped through the portal, into the arms of their new sisters and aunts.

Then the Themysciran Amazons took custody of the others.

Dean and his contingent of Themysciran Amazons returned to the forest to find Diana victorious and Hippolyta dead.

“She could not change her ways,” Diana mourned later, as they gave Hippolyta a Hunter’s Funeral, “too consumed by hatred and fear.”

“Not your fault, Miss Diana,” Dean assured her.

“Thank you, but I will still see her mourned as the Queen she could have been,” Diana shook her head sadly before gently clapping him on the shoulder.

He barely stumbled.

“Thank you for giving us warning,” Diana said, “if you ever think you’ve found more, please do not hesitate to call upon us again.”

“No problem.”

Wished Away 9

Tylers meet Phantoms:

“Christ, Mum,” Rose said as she took in how Jackie, Pete, and Tony were dressed, “we’re just meetin’—”

“Royalty!” Jackie squeaked. They were all done up like they were meeting the Queen at Buckingham Palace itself!

“Honestly, Mum, they don’t care,” Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing her mother’s wrist and tugging her through the console room and to the wardrobe room, “I told ya ta dress casually. Let’s just hope the Ol’ Girl has clothes fer ya.”

It took about an hour to get everyone redressed, in things much more casual but still nice, before Rose led them back to the console room.

Jackie was clearly anxious, “Are ya—”

“’m sure, Mum. Danny an’ Sam don’t do formal unless they have ta. Unless you’re an annoying subject or someone threatenin’ war, ya don’t even have ta call ‘em by their titles. They’re just Danny an’ Sam ta family.”

“Lookie what I found,” Jenny bounded from the innards of the TARDIS, holding a tiny bike helmet.

She went to her toddler uncle and put it on him, making sure it fit right, “Landings in the Realms are worse than normal ones. The TARDIS does Her best but the Realms give her…nausea? A headache? She just doesn’t do good.”

“Oh, goody,” Jackie said lowly, hugging a strut for dear life already.

“Let me protect Anthony,” Bad Wolf came out, holding out her arms; without hesitation, Pete handed his son over.

Bad Wolf settled Tony in her arms, against her chest and shoulder, and then spread her feet and crouched slightly, clearly bracing for impact; she stayed steady even as the TARDIS began Her flight.

Everyone else was thrown about the console room, the Doctor and Jenny barely holding on to work the console, but Bad Wolf and Tony did not move an inch.

The landing was rough, just as Jenny said it would be, throwing even the Time Lords to the grated floor before the TARDIS stopped quaking.

Jenny recovered first and stood up, rubbing her shoulder, to peek out the doors, “We’re in the Palace. Uncle Danny and Aunt Sam are waiting…”

Slowly, everyone picked themselves up and Rose reemerged, straightening with some popping from her knees.

Jenny led the procession out, racing to hug a man and a woman, “Uncle Danny, Aunt Sam! How’re you?”

Danny and Sam chuckled and hugged her as one, “Good, doing good. You?”

“Perfect!”

She let go of them to drag Jackie, who was hesitant, forward, “This’s my Gran, Jackie. Mum’s side, duh. Completely human. He’s my step-granddad, Pete, and Mum’s holding my uncle, Tony.”

“Yer Majesties,” Jackie tried to curtsy even though she was in trousers, “an honor ta—”

“Oh, enough,” Sam chuckled, “didn’t they tell you? We don’t do formalities with family.”

“Family?” Jackie’s eyes were wide, “I know Rose said—but—”

“We count Clockwork as family,” Danny explained, “and he’s claimed the Doctor as family. The Doctor and Jenny. Rose’s basically married in by this point. Common-law, you understand. That makes her family our family. Welcome to the Palace, your home in the Infinite Realms.”

“My god,” Pete muttered, somewhat disbelieving.

“Not a god, not yet anyways,” Danny winked.

“Where’s Dani?” Jenny burst out, “Is she still in school?”

Sam grinned, “With Anakin, in the nursery. We let her stay home today.”

“Oh, Gran! Can I introduce Tony to Anakin? Please!” Jenny nearly begged.

“Anakin’s our youngest,” Danny explained kindly, “around Tony’s age, actually. We also have a nanny looking after them, Nanny Clara. He’d be perfectly safe.”

“Well…” Jackie looked to her husband, who nodded, “if you’re sure.”

Jenny cheered and took Tony from Rose, dashing off with him deeper into the Palace.

“Jenny knows the Palace as well as anyone,” Sam assured, “and if she gets lost, she can flag down a servant for help. She’s heading directly for the nursery. It’s the most defensible part of the Palace.

Danny stood up, helping Sam, “C’mon, we can talk over food; stay close, Tylers. Doctor?”

“Rose and I can bring up the rear,” the Doctor agreed, taking Rose’s hand as they began walking.

The Palace was a gothic masterpiece, in a very literal sense, though even Sam had wearied of all the gloom and had sought artists and artwork to fill the halls, soft, plush carpets and tapestries to keep the warmth, glassworks to fill the once barred windows. Statues and busts dotted the hallways, some classical, some avant garde

Masters had given their masterpieces, their magnum opuses; they were paid handsomely of course, in either coin or material.

Oils, watercolors, acrylics, textiles, glass, all created for Her Majesty the Ghost Queen. For His Majesty the Ghost King.

It wasn’t yet a riot of color, nor would it ever be, but it was more alive.

Jackie gasped and the group stopped, turning as one to see what had captured her attention.

“When they said the family was huge…”

Ah, it was the most recent family portrait; all the children were gathered around Danny and Sam, all in formal wear.

“We…sometimes people sell the souls of children to me,” Danny started, causing her and Pete to whip around to him in horror, “I know, it’s horrible, isn’t it? But anyways, we adopt the kids. Only Dani—Danielle—isn’t adopted.”

He pointed out each child and gave their backstory.

“Good Lord, you were young!” Pete said at Damian’s story.

“Old enough to be king,” Danny shrugged helplessly, “it…it wasn’t easy, we had help, so much help, and we made mistakes…”

“All parents do,” Jackie told him softly.

“So we’ve been told,” Sam smiled just as softly, “and we’ve learned and made new ones with each kid.”

Danny coughed and continued to point out kids and tell stories, until all had been covered and then they moved on.

As they neared the dining room, Danielle and Jenny joined them with each holding a toddler.

“Oh my,” Jackie said, taking in the Anakin Skywalker; she knew who he grew up to be, or would have if he had not been adopted.

“We’re hungry, Dad,” Danielle said.

Danny waved them into the dining room where the smaller table was already set for a meal; there were two chairs with booster seats and Jenny and Danielle put Tony and Anakin in them before sitting beside them and helping them get food.

The group chatted over the meal, Jackie and Pete slowly relaxing at how easy going the Royals were, and generally had good cheer.

After the meal was done, Jenny asked, “Do we put their photo up on the family wall now? I know you’ve got me, Dad, and Mum…”

Danny chuckled, “We can, if they’re okay with it.”

“Family wall?” Pete questioned.

“We keep walls of pictures of the extended family,” Sam explained easily, “you know, like Rose, the Doctor, and Jenny. Harry’s and Neville’s parents. Damian’s paternal birth-family. The Royal Portrait is just the immediate royal family. The walls are for everyone and everything else.”

Danny and Sam led the group out of the dining room and down another hallway; the walls were plastered with photographs. Some were professional, most were candid and amateur.

A common camera sat on a small round table; a high-end camera but nothing too expensive or professional.

Danny picked it up, saying, “If Jackie, Pete, and Tony don’t mind—”

Jackie decided it would be a family photograph and dragged the Doctor in; Rose and Jenny came without complaint.

Danny took a set of pictures.

After that was done, it was decided it was time for the Tylers to leave, taking pity on the still disgruntled TARDIS.

They were, however, invited to the next family gathering.

[vermillionbun]

Heated desires

A little smth as an apology for my absence. Thank you for sticking around ^^

Warnings: SMUT!!!, so if you’re uncomfortable with such content scroll past(telling ppl under 18 to not read isn’t really gonna do much, so if you’re a minor you have been warned), finishing inside, gn!reader(I tried TvT), Xiao being hot as always

Without further ado, hope you enjoy~

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Walking up Wangshu Inn’s now fixed stairs, courtesy of the Traveler,you make your way up to head to your room with almond tofu packed in a wooden box. It has a removable lid and a small, slim compartment for a wooden spoon on the inside. Your last commision happened to be for Xiangling and she insisted on cooking for you. At first you refused, but the pyro wielder wouldn’t back down either. You two ended up compromising that she’ll cook for you if you cook for her and she allowed you to also cook some almond tofu for Xiao and pack it for home. You’ve made a mental note to return the box to Xiangling tomorrow.

As you step off of the last wooden slab you round left, a smiling Verr Goldet greeting you behind a desk. You wave and say a quick hello. You would stay and chat, but you are obviously tired. Something Verr notices and just waves you off with a smile, telling you to get some rest. It seems your exhaustion is more obvious than you thought.

Grabbing the wooden handle, you open the door to your designated room that you use often during your adventuring throughout Liyue. Quite comfortable to have somewhere to stay that’s close to a lot of ruins and other places that may have treasure to find. Setting the almond tofu down, you call out his name. “Xiao!”. A poof of smoke appears beside you. 

“I’ve told you before, you needn’t yell. All you have to do is whisper my name and I’ll come.” 

“Hello to you too Xiao” you say with a playful smile. “Although, you usually like it when I scream your name, do you not?” It amazes many, including you and him, how easily you can fluster Xiao. His cheeks and ears redden as he sputters incoherent words, making a miserable attempt to answer.

Chuckling, you tap the wooden box on the dresser beside you. “I made some almond tofu for you when I was back at Liyue Harbor”. The adeptus’s gaze follows the sound as he stares at the box, seemingly in thought, before a small smile appears on his face. 

“Thank you Y/N. However”- grabbing you by the waist, one of his arms circles around you, pulling you closer as the other rests on the side of your face “I think I’d like something sweeter right now.” His thumb glides over your lips before he dives in for a kiss. It was short and sweet, followed by another one, and another longer one. Slowly, you start backing up as Xiao starts pushing you onto the bed behind you, lips still interlock.

“As you said, I like to hear you scream, so let’s see how loud you’ll get.” The adeptus slides his hand from your jaw, down your neck, resting it at the collar of your shirt, lightly pulling. 

“Xiao…”- a small whimper of his name left your lips. 

“This silly clothing is a nuisance. Take it off.” Following his instructions you take off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear. “Tch, I thought I said take it off.” 

“Wh-what, Xiao, what’re you-” a surprised squeal rips from your throat. 

The anemo wielder bends down, face over your crotch. He bites down on the fabric, teeth digging into the soft material and ripping it off of you. “There, that’s better”. You whine at the cold air hitting in between your legs.

In an attempt to stop the cold you try to squeeze your legs, alas, Xiao doesn’t allow it. “Legs stay open, understood?”- he says in a deep commanding voice. Hungry eyes stare as a shiver runs down your spine and you squeak out a small yes. His hands grip your thighs, opening them further. “Let me have a taste,”- he says, almost whispering, before diving in. A loud moan leaves your throat as Xiao’s wet muscle twists and turns, shockwaves of pleasure going through your body. Squelching noises and whimpers go throughout the room as he groans, vibrations adding onto the intense feeling. You can feel a tightening feeling appearing at your abdomen as your body spasms, thighs shaking in Xiao’s grasp and hands grabbing fists of the blanket beneath you. 

“A-ah~ X-Xiao~~ I- Fuck-, I’M-!”. He could tell, you needn’t say it. You scream out as he gives a particularly harsh suck, sending you over the edge. Your cum fills Xiao’s mouth, a drop that’s a mix of it and spit rolling down his chin before he swallows and licks off the drop.

Your chest goes up and down as you heave, trying to catch your breath. “Hope you’re not too tired, because we’re far from done.” he whispers as his hand pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His lips place a kiss on your neck, he removes his pants and begins to slowly grind against you.

Opening the drawer of the nightstand, Xiao takes out a bottle of lube. Putting some on his fingers, he smears it along his shaft. Nearing his face close to your neck again, he lightly sucks on the skin. “Are you ready, Qingxin?”. You hum, nodding your head slightly. He pushes the tip into your hole, a small sigh leaving the both of you. Xiao slowly pushes in further, groaning at the tightness of your hole. Finally, with a quick snap of his hips, he sheathes in the rest of his cock, a gasp leaving your lips. “Everything alright?” 

“Y-Yeah, just getting used to the feeling.”- you pant out. No matter how many times you two have been intimate you’ll never fully get used to the feeling of his length going inside you.

After a minute or so, you tap Xiao on the shoulder, a sign you two agreed upon as a wordless permission. Slowly dragging his shaft out, he sets a gentle pace so as to not cause you discomfort. He may sound harsh often, but he doesn't wish any pain upon you, no matter the circumstances.

“F-faster, please.”- he gives you a small nod as he fastens the pace. If people didn’t hear you before, they definitely heard you now. Your throat is starting to go sore, but you can’t help moaning Xiao’s name as he rams inside you. Both of you could easily tell you’re getting close again, you’re shaking, limbs flailing everywhere, as you try to handle the pleasure attacking your body. It seems that he’s close too. Ragged breaths hit your collarbone as his hands grip your waist, trying to keep himself composed. 

“Hah, w-where shou-” 

“Inside.”- you cut him off. Your body is desperate to feel Xiao fill you up and who is he to deny you? A few more hard thrusts and both of you cum. Warm, thick liquid spilling inside you as he throws his head back, both of you moaning.

Panting, you move to get up, but Xiao traps you between his arms. “Mmm, no.”- he mumbles out. 

“Xiao, we have to wash ourselves-” 

“I said no. We can do that tomorrow.". He pulls you in closer to him, squeezing you tighter and you sigh. Seems like clean-up will have to wait.

[oh-holy-slut]

Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her.  On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips.  "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them.  It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible. 

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..." 

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin. 

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip. 

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body. 

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath. 

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

Please like or/and reblog if you enjoyed reading or/and want me to write more stories about Damon.

Thanks guys ❤️

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Kissu Anon: Oh First Kiss with Sole plz if that's all right! :3

[I'm not the original anon, but if you were to write about companions' first kiss with f!sole it would make my week]

FO4 Companions' First Kiss with F!Sole

(Part 1)

Oh, hon, it’s more than alright :3 This was so fun! (Tbh I’ve been waiting for someone to ask this so I could justify doing it lol, so tysm). Also, sorry, but I think this took quite a bit longer than a week 😅 because life got a lil crazy and someone got a little carried away with the prompt yet again. Whoops...

So, I wanted to get something out since I've accidentally been on hiatus for a hot minute, so this one is just Curie, Danse, MacCready, Nick, and X6-88. The rest of the FO4 Companions can be found in part 2, which is linked below!

Part 2 (Cait, Deacon, Hancock, Piper, & Preston)

(Oh, and I'm pretty sure there’s gonna be another version of this as well, since I think some of y’all were interested in companion’s first kisses in general rather than just with Sole, so look out for that as well! [eventually])

Curie:

“Madame?” Curie’s voice sounded from the other side of the house. Sole put down the ladle she was using to stir their dinner and made her way back to her old bedroom, where she had told Curie to make herself comfortable.

“Hm?” She peeked her head in, to see Curie gingerly holding up an old photograph to the meager evening light streaming in through the window.

“Zhis picture…” She ventured, her crinkled brows indicating her attempt to understand the image. “It iz, you and your ‘usband?”

Sole stiffened and cleared her throat in an effort to hide her surprise. How had Curie found her stash? She felt as though she should be irked at the way her companion had rifled through her things, but all she could feel was relief. Maybe it was time to let someone in, to see that part of my life...

Sole made her way to the bed, and sat beside the synth, nodding to her as she rested her eyes on the photograph. It had been the day her and Nate were engaged. They were standing outside Nate’s parents’ house, kissing beneath the small archway they had in their backyard. Sole’s engagement ring shone in the light of the camera flash as she held her hand up to caress her fiancé's cheek. Sole sighed unwittingly at the way the memories flooded to the front of her mind, drowning her in emotion.

“We weren’t married yet. This was when we got engaged.”

“Oh.” Curie said softly, “You look--”

“Happy?” Sole let out the breath she’d been holding in a small huff of mirthless laughter, “We were.”

“Non, belle… You look beautiful, I was going to say. But ‘appy too, yes.” She lowered the photo back down to her lap, careful not to smudge her fingers over the image as she tried to put it back in with the others in Sole’s memory book.

“Oh. Um, thanks. Definitely a little easier back then. Showers, and makeup, and, well… you know.”

Curie carefully closed the book and placed it on the bed beside her. She hoped she hadn’t overstepped any boundaries looking at these old memories, but she had been curious. It made her heart flutter in her chest to see Sole happy like she was in these snippets of her past life. Carefree, even. Not like now…

Curie wanted to see her smile like that again. Like she had in the photos, especially in the one just after the picture of her and her fiancé kissing. The way Sole smiled, the way she looked at him with such unbridled adoration… Could Sole possibly feel that for someone again? Could Curie make her companion happy like she was before, even after all that she has lost?

“In zhe photo, zhe two of you, you were--”

“We were kissing, yeah.” Is that blush I see? Curie could feel the warmth rising to her own face, but to see it blossom on the apples of Sole’s pretty cheeks, it made her stomach tingle.

Curie shifted to better face her companion, her fingers brushing over Sole’s hand where it rested on the mattress, sending a tiny shockwave up her arm and straight to her chest. Her eyes found Sole’s as she stared down at where their fingers now met.

“Have you…” Sole started, “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Curie grinned and shook her head, and Sole raised their gaze just in time to catch her flustered reaction.

“I ‘ave not. Yet. But I would like to… One day.” Sole didn’t say a word, but their eyes were locked together as Curie felt her companion’s fingers lightly twine with her own below the threshold of her gaze.

“Ideally,” she continued quietly, their proximity allowing for her breath to shift a few strands of Sole’s hair where it fell over her face. “My first would be with someone zhat I like, zhat I trust.”

“Do you trust me?” Sole whispered.

She didn’t wait for an answer as she pushed herself forward, and Curie found herself instinctually leaning to meet her halfway. As soon as their lips touched, Curie found herself grinning at the sensation. The action made her tense momentarily, but as she gazed at Sole’s closed eyes, she let her own lids fall shut and focused on the way Sole’s mouth melded so softly to hers. She let the muscles of her lips relax and parted them slightly as Sole pushed deeper into her. The feeling was unlike anything Curie had experienced, unlike anything she thought she possibly could feel before her transformation. It was exhilarating. Though it was only their lips touching, Curie felt a warmth spread through her entire body, the sound of her own heartbeat was the loudest noise in the room, and she felt her palms begin to sweat as she drank in every feeling stemming from her partner.

Sole pulled away slowly, keeping her fingers entwined with Curie’s as her eyelids fluttered upwards. The blush had spread to her whole face, and as Curie’s wide eyes met hers, she looked away sheepishly. She hadn’t done anything physically taxing, but Curie found herself out of breath as she struggled to put words to everything she had just felt, everything she had experienced in such a short amount of time.

“Mon dieu… c'était incroyable. Is it… somezhing we can do often? Zhe kissing?”

Sole giggled at that, and a smile resembling the one in the photographs touched her lips. Curie felt her chest swell.

“Typically,” she started, her eyes slowly making their way back up to lock again with Curie’s. “This sort of thing is reserved for people in romantic relationships.” Curie cocked her head slightly, and her expression must have betrayed her internal disappointment, for Sole quickly continued before Curie could voice a word.

“But, I mean… maybe we could--”

“Yes!” Curie shouted, before she could stop herself. Her free hand flew to her mouth to capture the over-eager grin that spread across her lips and cheeks, while the other tightened its grip on Sole’s fingers insistently.

“Pardon, I mean, yes. I would like to be… ‘ow do you say, more zhan just friends?” Sole’s pause was drawn out, so much so that Curie felt her pace race against her ribcage, thrumming through her whole body as she awaited Sole’s response with baited breath.

“I think I want that too.” Is it appropriate to kiss someone again so soon? Curie didn’t know, but she did so anyway, throwing herself forward and into Sole as her companion laughed through their contact at her new partner’s enthusiasm.

Danse:

Danse’s words kept rattling around in Sole’s head. She sat outside the ruined house, Righteous Authority in-hand as she kept watch, but the landscape her eyes were meant to be trained on was blurred out of focus as she remembered her conversation with the ex-paladin. It had been weeks since he had discovered his true identity, and by no means did she expect him to be okay. Quite the opposite, actually. However, it was odd how well he seemed to be taking the unraveling of his entire world. She had brought it up to him out of concern, Sole of all people knew what it was like to bottle everything up in order to just barely scrape by, but she knew damn well how unhealthy that was. Her own spell of that sort of behavior had nearly cost her her life, and her sanity, and she wouldn’t wish the hell she went through on anyone, especially not Danse.

Still though, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Perhaps she should’ve waited until he was ready to reach out on his own… But she wanted to help him. To save him from the pain that she had let herself go through in the face of her own shattered reality. The way he had reacted though, it wasn't at all what she expected from him...

Nothing. He thinks he’s nothing. How could he? Haven’t I made it clear how much he means to me? What a difference he’s made in my life? Hell, if he’s nothing, what does that make me? I likely wouldn’t even be here without him…

Sole shook her head, attempting to clear it, if only for a moment. She should've spoken to him sooner, should have reassured him the moment those self-depreciating words had left his mouth. But she'd been so shocked to hear them, and hadn't known how to voice her feelings without revealing the entirety of her bleeding heart to him right at that very moment.

She stood up and peered around silently, listening and taking in the gloomy details around her once more before she turned and headed inside the house. The throbbing of her heartbeat pounded in her head as she crossed the ruined threshold and into the darkened shelter within.

Now. I have to do it now.

Danse had always been a light sleeper, even aboard the Prydwen, an initiate tossing their dirty suit into a basket, a proctor typing up a report on their terminal, a couple of chatting squires on the lower floor, all of the noises of life on the ship tended to have him tossing and turning. And out in the field? Haylen had practically had to drug the paladin to get him just a couple of hours of sleep each night. Now with Sole… He wouldn’t let himself be caught off-guard in the event that danger should commence around them. He laid on the bedroll with his eyes closed, drifting in and out of consciousness, and that was as close as he ever got to rest.

It was fine with him, his… kind probably didn’t need to sleep to function anyway; and though he brought this up, Sole still forced him to relinquish one of the night watches to her. But that was always her. Kind to a fault. Oddly enough, Danse felt himself begin to drift off. It had been almost a week since he’d actually lost consciousness and gotten “proper” sleep, and he supposed it was bound to happen sooner or later. But just as he felt himself slip away, he felt a pressure near his arm, and heard a small release of breath that came from the space above him.

Danse’s eyes snapped open.

“Sole?” He rasped, his voice thick with attempted sleep. Even in the low light, he could see that she was upset. Her lips trembled and her eyes glistened with emotion. Shit. What happened?

He immediately brought himself up into a seated position, trying to think of something to stammer out to try and comfort her, to find out what was wrong, but his damn brain couldn’t find the right words.

“You’re not nothing, Danse.” She whispered to him, and he felt a pang in his chest. Why the hell had he told her all of that? That was all Sole needed, more emotional baggage to deal with. Didn’t she have enough of her own? What had he been thinking?

He brought a hand up to wipe at his sleep filled eyes, taking the moment to collect his scattered thoughts.

“No. It’s alright, don’t feel like you have to--” He tried to appease her, but Sole wasn’t having it.

“No, apparently I do, since you just don’t seem to get it. You’re not nothing, okay? You mean the world to me, Danse. You’re my best friend. You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count. Even when I had nothing, I had you. And you were the one who saw to it that I had something to live for."

Danse blinked, trying to wrap his head around Sole's words as she spewed them out in rapid succession.

"You gave me a cause to fight for, a new place to call home, and a family. Even when I thought I was completely alone in this new world, you ensured that I didn’t feel that way. And I’m not just talking about the Brotherhood. You inspired me to fight for a cause that you believe in because it was you who believed in it. I didn’t agree with the Brotherhood on very many things; I’ll be honest, but I trusted your judgement. When I lost my home, you became it, not the Prydwen, or the airport, or the police station. You.” Though Sole said the words with such certainty, Danse could hear the way her voice trembled as she tried desperately to drill her words home.

“And Danse…” She continued, “you’re the closest thing to family that I’ve had since I woke up in that vault. You’re not nothing. You never were, especially not to me.”

Danse sat dumbfounded, mouth hanging open slightly in his shock. He wasn't particularly good at, or used to, receiving praise. What the hell am I supposed to say to all that?

Sole took a breath, but spoke up again before he had a chance to interject, “The truth is... God, I probably shouldn’t even be telling you this. Not now… but I feel like you deserve to know.” She paused once again, her eyes resting on his face as she thought through what she was going to say.

“Okay.” Danse said, nodding as he tried to reassure her. After all of that, what more could she possibly say to me?

Sole swallowed, and her eyes met his, searching them for a moment before she finally spoke.

“The truth is... I love you, Danse.”

…

Synths can short circuit, right? Surely they must be able to, because there was no natural explanation to justify the fuzziness in Danse’s brain that seemed to spread throughout his entire body until he felt like he was going to float up out of his own skin.

“You-- Wait, you… How is that possible?” He stuttered.

“How is that-- have you not been listening to a word I’ve told you?” Her words seemed harsh, but Sole smiled at him as she shook her head in mock exasperation. Danse just stared, eyes wide as saucers as he tried to make sense of the situation he found himself in. Sole gave him a moment to think it through, letting her eyes fall down to the bedroll he was seated on, so he wouldn't feel the pressure of her expectant gaze.

Maybe I really shouldn’t have told him… She waited another few moments, feeling as though each second was a brief eternity.

“... Danse?” She tried hesitantly.

He blinked at the sound of his name, and released a breath that he seemed to have been holding for an age.

“Yes. I’m here.”

“Is it, I mean, was it okay that I told you? I don’t want you to feel any pressure or anything, I just… I wanted you to understand how much you mean to me.” She wished he would have reacted more positively, but his brows just furrowed and he shook his head slightly, only emphasizing his apparent disbelief in regards to her confession.

“Even despite the fact that I’m a--” He started, and she cut him off before he could even finish the thought.

“Yes, even despite that. It doesn’t bother me at all. Trust me, Danse, please.” She insisted, placing her hand over one of his to punctuate her point. His arm stiffened, and he finally looked up to meet her gaze. There was a sort of somber uncertainty in his amber depths, a disbelief that made her heart ache. She could tell what he was thinking even without the words to accompany it.

How can she feel this way about me? Danse tried to search Sole’s eyes for an answer as more questions arose in his mind. Is she really telling the truth, or only telling me this for my benefit, in order to make me feel better? To feel, even after everything, that I’m still wanted? Still needed? Hardly anyone who cared about me before was able to overlook the nature of my true identity, how can she?

“I… appreciate what you’re trying to do, Sole. And everything you said, it was a munificent gesture for you to make, but really, you don’t need to waste--”

“I’m not wasting shit.” Sole stopped him before he could traverse down this path of depreciation any further. Before Danse could even close his mouth, Sole had leaned in towards him. She needed something stronger than words, since those clearly couldn’t persuade the ex-paladin in the way she had hoped they might. Her hand tightened its grasp on his where it rested on the bedroll ,and Sole pressed forward and brought her lips to his, a bit more forcefully than she had anticipated, but she needed to get her point across.

Danse tensed as soon as the contact crashed into him, dumbfounded for the second time that night. Was it possible he could be dreaming? No, he felt too alive to be unconscious.

To his surprise, there wasn’t a single fragment of him that felt like he should pull away. A warmth unlike anything he’d heretofore experienced spread through him; and despite himself, despite the way the action broke decorum, and the fact that he was allowing Sole to do something so incredibly human with someone who simply wasn’t, he found himself leaning into her.

Danse never realized how empty he had felt before. Not just since he found out the truth about his identity, but since he had left the majority of his "family" behind at the Citadel when he set off for the Commonwealth, when he’d lost Cutler and Krieg, all throughout his childhood that he spent alone, scavenging the wastes. He wasn’t even sure how much of that was real, how much had really happened to him that he could remember, but he knew this was real. Sole was real… and, had she been telling him the truth?

Her contact filled him with warmth, with hope, with a burning ardor he hadn't experienced since he had first joined the Brotherhood; and, for the first time since his world-shattering discovery, he felt truly alive.

Danse hadn’t even noticed that his eyes had closed, that his hand had found its way up to Sole’s cheek, that hers was now on his chest, bunching the fabric of his shirt between her fingers.

God, he didn’t want to, but he forced himself to pull away. Not far, though, their noses were still brushing as the pair separated and Sole’s eyes blinked open.

“Sole." He said, taking a breath as he tried to regain his composure, "Is this truly what you want?”

“Yes.” She breathed, “But what about you? This isn't… Too much, is it?”

Danse looked down, furrowing his brows slightly, but didn’t pull away from her. “It is… It’s a lot to process, I must admit.” Sole sucked in a breath, as if to say something, but his gaze shooting up to meet hers silenced her.

“But, that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try. I… I want this too, I think. Just, please. Be patient with me.”

Sole beamed at that, and the emotion seemed to return to her eyes in a brilliant shimmer as she nodded to him, and Danse felt his own smile tug at his lips, still tingling from his contact with her.

This is real. He reminded himself, bringing his hand from her face down to his chest, where he could cover hers over his beating heart. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, exhaling as he pressed their foreheads together, reveling in the feel of that, now almost familiar, warmth spreading through him from her hand’s place over his heart.

MacCready:

MacCready couldn’t look away. Even as he felt his eyes fill with tears and his breath shudder in his chest. He swallowed hard and subtly wiped away the emotion before it could cascade down his cheeks as he took a few steps forward. He hated to interrupt, but something just... Overcame him.

“Ahem, uh, Sole? You got a second?”

“Sure, I got a bunch of them actually.” Her tone was light and playful, but the way her eyebrows creased told him that the emotions currently overwhelming him were pretty obvious, but MacCready just set his jaw and made a motion to turn so Sole could follow him.

“Don’t be too long!” Duncan shouted from his place in the meager patch of grass outside of the even more meager home where he’d been staying all the while MacCready was away in the Commonwealth. A worn set of carved wooden toys were splayed around him and Sole’s little playing area as the boy pouted up at his father for stealing his playmate away.

“Oh, don’t worry, she’ll be right back. I promise.”

The pair settled a little out of Duncan’s earshot, standing beneath the bare branches of a hollow tree. Sole raised her eyebrows as MacCready stood and fidgeted, wringing his hands as he desperately tried to recall everything he wanted to say. All that had just swarmed his mind, his thoughts and sentiments, thanks and praise at Sole’s unfathomable generosity and kindness, it was all just… gone. His mind was a busted radio station, all white noise with the occasional semblance of a tune making itself heard before vanishing again into nothingness.

He stuttered a few times, eyes darting up to catch Sole’s inquiring gaze for a fragment of a moment before flitting away. It was as though his pupils were searching the air around his companion for the right words. If they couldn’t be found in his head, perhaps they would be present elsewhere? Anywhere would be nice, so he could put an end to this shameful freaking silence. He felt his palms begin to sweat as he forced his hands away from each other, bringing them to his sides as he raised his head and straightened his back. He looked poised to say anything; if he looked ready, maybe the words would come.

Sole’s eyes looked him up and down as she subtly cocked a brow at him, her lips split apart as she prepared to talk first, to break the dreaded silence. MacCready couldn’t allow it, he didn’t know what to do. What he was doing, until his hands were already on her. His sweaty damn palms pressed to each of her cheeks as he fell forward into her. Squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could, MacCready dove, lips first, into Sole. His nose pressed into her cheek, and his lips were surely too tight for the kiss to feel relaxed in any sense of the word, but like he said, he didn’t know what he was doing. Even he wasn’t ready for his own sudden outburst.

But Sole didn’t force him away. She made a sort of surprised sound as he pressed to her, and he was sure her eyes were wide open in light of his action, but after a moment, everything seemed to settle.

His fuzzy, disoriented mind couldn’t find anything to focus on but the feel of her lips against his, the warmth and softness of her cheeks beneath his calloused palms, the way her own hands raised up to press against the backs of his, holding them in place, despite her inevitable shock at his actions. He was afraid she had put her hands over his in an effort to pry them away, that she would push him back and demand to know what the heck he was thinking. He wouldn’t blame her, he was actually wondering the same. But by some miracle, she pushed closer to him.

Could... Could she actually be enjoying this?

Even as MacCready pulled away, he was dazed by the overwhelming euphoria their brief union had injected him with. He took a step back, breathing hard as he felt his heart pound against his chest. He hadn’t noticed any of this until now, not his fast-beating heart, nor the heat that had risen to his face, not even the way his hat had nearly flown off his head at the quick movement of him diving towards his companion in his panic and desperation to express his appreciation for her. It had only been her that he noticed, the warmth of her, her softness, her closeness, the way her breath had hitched as he surprised her, the way his hands tugged slightly at the smooth strands of her hair as he held them flush to her cheeks.

Damn.

“Uh, ahem. I… Sorry, I don’t know what came over me there… Probably should’ve asked you first, huh?” MacCready rubbed the back of his neck and tried to re-situate his hat on his head as he attempted to explain himself. “Just… I wanted to thank you. But words didn’t seem to be enough. The truth is, I’m-- well, we’re only here because of you. Because you convinced me that even after everything, all of this time that's passed, my son would still want to see me. And Duncan… he might not even-- well, without you, he probably wouldn't-- I don’t know. Thank you, is what I’m getting at. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you, I mean, I won’t. You’ve given me my whole damn life back. Helping me with the gunners, and Duncan’s cure, and coming all the way out here, just everything. You’ve given me hope again, and a reason to be happy. And I wanted to show you that… that maybe, maybe I’ve moved on from my grief. And, I don’t know, I thought, maybe, you could, too… With me, that is. Dammit, why the heck is it so hard to talk to you right now?”

Despite Sole’s better judgement, and the truly touching subject matter, she couldn’t keep from laughing at MacCready’s flustered frustration.

“Okay, what about this is funny to you?” His stern expression only made Sole double over again, and MacCready narrowed his eyes, folding his arms over his chest in a defensive gesture. He’d just poured his soul out to his companion, and she was laughing her ass off. What had he done wrong?

“Well?”

“I’m sorry," She said, as the laughter died down, "No, it’s not funny, it's just, you being the flustered one after you kissed me. And, I don’t know, I just got this wave of relief, knowing that you feel the same way.”

“Well, I still don’t think-- Wait… what did you--? You feel the same way?” MacCready’s eyes seemed to double in size as his brain processed Sole’s words. He broke into a toothy grin, completely ignoring his usual attempts at appearing emotionally detached, as Sole nibbled at her bottom lip and nodded to him.

Yet again, for the second time in the same damn conversation, MacCready was at a loss for words. Oh well, this tactic seemed to work okay the first time. He unfolded his arms, extending them outwards, intending to draw Sole closer to him, to bring her into another kiss--

“Come on, guys! You said you’d be right back, you’re taking forever.” Sole’s eyes fell to the short figure behind MacCready, noting that he wore the very same pout on his face that she had just seen on his father a few moments ago.

MacCready dropped his head back in a show of mock annoyance before turning to his son, “I know, buddy, I know. We’re coming right now.” He turned back to Sole with an apology shining in his deep blue eyes.

“It’s okay, we’ll finish this conversation later.” She moved to follow Duncan back to the house, bringing a hand to brush over MacCready’s shoulder as she pushed past him. He shuddered, his eyes staying trained on her form as he turned to watch her catch up with his son.

A breath caught in his throat as Duncan reached up to grab the very same hand that had just caused goosebumps to spread over MacCready's skin only a moment ago.

He exhaled, closing his eyes briefly in order to soak everything in. He was back with his son again, Duncan was healthy, the cruelty of the gunners were behind him, and so was the deep pain of his grief, for the most part, at least; and Sole cares for him… Something was bound to go wrong for him sooner or later, but for now… Now, MacCready was happier than he ever imagined he could be again.

Nick:

What was this? This lovely, blissful feeling? Nick only had memories to tell him what it was like to care for someone this much, in this way, but now…

He felt a distinct and unfamiliar warmness in his chest. Maybe it was some sort of short in his coolant pump, or maybe this is what it was like to be in love.

God, is it too early to say that? Perhaps he wouldn’t say it aloud quite yet, but he certainly felt like it was the truth, as he strolled around Diamond City, Sole’s warm, soft hand wrapped in his cold, synthetic one.

The pair had surely seen every building on the ground, and up in the stands at least twice now, and that was after they had spent three hours at dinner at the Dugout Inn. Nick couldn’t bear to let this night end. He even brought Sole up to the Mayor’s office after the sun had effectively set, and spent an hour pointing out the constellations they could see through the hazy glow of the city. Still, the light pollution now was nothing like it was back in the days when Boston was a bustling city.

As the evening chill set in, Nick wrapped his trench coat about his companion’s shoulders, and the pair walked close together, side-by-side as they strolled the streets, recalling pre-war memories and sentiments. They talked about everything from family life to some of the larger events that had happened back in the day, in the war, in the country and the city alike; to the different brands of breakfast cereal, the best coffee shops to go to, and the joys of a night “out on the town” when the world wasn’t quite so chaotic and violent.

No, Nick never wanted this night to end. But as the Great Green Jewel grew quieter and quieter and the two of them seemed to be the last figures roaming the dark, empty streets, he figured he should bring Sole home. There, he would watch her go safely inside, then turn and make the trek back to the agency. Thoughts of her would rattle around his mind as they always seemed to when he attempted to look over some case files, until the pair were reunited in the morning for their trip out into the Commonwealth, to track down that gilded grasshopper.

That was the plan, anyway.

However, when they reached the threshold of Sole’s front door to her Diamond City home, it seemed that she shared Nick's sentiments about the evening. Though she gave him back his coat, she stayed close to him as she struck up yet another conversation, prolonging their time together as she spoke softly to him under the dim street light. He loved the way that it highlighted every one of her perfect features, the way it brought out the vivid color in her eyes, the way it made her hair shine and her lips seem to glisten…

“Ah, well, doll. I think it’s about time you got some sleep. Big day tomorrow. Always is when we head out of the city. I’ll meet you right back here in the morning, alright?” In a sudden urge to thank her in some way for the blissful evening they had shared, Nick pulled her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it softly. Sole smiled at him, blushing slightly as he released her hand from his grip, and turned around to head towards the agency.

“Wait.” He felt a hand on his shoulder. Nick turned back to face her, eyebrows raised in question.

“Nick… Kiss me?” She asked him softly, almost too quiet to hear.

The synth didn’t have lungs, but that didn’t stop him from drawing in a breath at the sound of her words. His eyes fell from their contact with hers, just for a moment to glance at her lips, almost in disbelief.

Nick took a step towards her, he raised his good hand once more, this time bringing it up to caress his companion’s face, running the pad of his thumb over her pink-dusted cheekbone, and he leaned in. He moved his hand to the side just in time for his lips to make contact with the spot his thumb had been, pausing briefly as his lips met her skin. Nick then made a move to pull away, but before his hand could even leave its place at Sole's jaw, he felt the grip on his shoulder tighten, preventing him from stepping back.

“No, Nick. Really kiss me.” His golden eyes searched Sole’s for any sign of humor, of doubt, of uncertainty, or fear, anything that might give away Sole’s true feelings regarding him. But he found nothing that he was worried he would see. There was a pure earnestness in her expression, a truth shining in her eyes, a desperation in the grip of her hand on his shoulder. She really wanted this, it seems. But how?

“Doll, I--”

“Please.” Nick wasn’t sure if she had even said it aloud, his eyes were locked in her gaze, not trained on her lips. But the word was there, in the look on her face, in her touch, and how could he deny her when she was asking so sweetly, and with such certainty? Especially when he had admitted to himself earlier that night that he was in love with her?

Nick leaned forward again, using the hand on Sole’s jaw to guide her lips to his. Not that he needed to. As she saw his movement, she leaned into him, and the pair’s lips met halfway. To Nick’s surprise, he found he couldn’t just stop with the chaste peck that he had planned to give her. Something small that she could easily pull away from, if she so chose. No, he couldn’t let his lips just barely graze hers as he thought he might. Instead, Nick pushed himself into her further, the whirring sound in his head growing louder as he felt Sole return the pressure.

Nick’s good hand caressed Sole’s face as she twisted her head to deepen their kiss, and his skeletal hand, seemingly of its own accord, moved upwards to rest lightly on his companion’s waist.

A dull burning sensation erupted from the contact as Nick began to move his mouth against Sole's, kneading slightly as he tried to communicate his contentment to her, hoping that his synthetic lips wouldn't feel too rough against her own. He felt Sole's grip on his shoulder move upwards to grasp at the collar of his shirt, and decided that she too, was satisfied with their contact so far.

He was lost, in the way he sometimes became lost in Nick's old memories. The good ones. Where his reality was altered, time seemed to slow to allow for the cacophony of emotions and sensations to flow through his body and mind in a way he never thought they could on a real scale. But he'd been wrong. It was happening now, as he kissed Sole. As he kissed someone that he was in love with, that he, Nick, this Nick, who was here now, was in love with. There was simply nothing to compare it to. Just like the whole night, he never wanted it to end. Sole was too perfect. Perfect for him. She was considerate, and soft, gentle, and fiery, wildly intelligent, and too compassionate for her own good. And she wanted him to kiss her. Where had she been all his life? How long had she spent frozen and alone in that underground hell, while he was up here longing for something, or someone to make him feel as valid, as alive as he did now?

The time they spent pressed to each other was completely unknown to the synth, but he figured at some point, Sole may need to properly breathe; and so, he pulled away. Reluctantly. Keeping his hands on her as he watched her eyelashes flutter open to reveal her glazed-over eyes. Where her face had sported a pinkish hue when he kissed her cheek, now it was a brilliant, bright crimson. Nick threw her his signature half-smile, and his own glowing eyes softened at the tender look she was giving him, despite her clear emotional frizz.

“So, uh, that what you wanted, sweetheart?” He asked a little nervously. Just because he had enjoyed himself so immensely didn't mean she was in the same state of bliss, and he couldn't shake the feeling that, at any moment, Sole might realize that she deserved more than a rusty, old synth like him.

“Yeah, definitely. It’s about damn time we did that.” Nick's nerves seemed to calm at that, and he chuckled softly as she nodded to him, apparently still a little dazed by their kiss, even though she had been the one to suggest it.

“Ahem, I agree. That was, quite the suggestion you made, there.” he said, at last pulling his hands from her, and straightening his coat. “Well then, I’ll see you here in the morning, right?” Sole only bit her lip in response, her eyes searching the air beside the detective for the proper thing to say.

“You... don’t think I should invite you in?” Nick nearly choked at her words, and he felt his mouth desperately trying to formulate an answer to her question. Though he knew it was impossible, Nick imagined this was as close as he'd ever been to blushing.

“Uh, don’t think I don’t want to, doll, but... I think this was more than enough excitement for the, what was it, fifth date? I just don't wanna rush anything and risk making you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, Nick." Sole rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly, "You are old-fashioned.”

X6-88:

X6 was overwhelmed. He had never once considered this turn of events. Not. Once. He is the courser, he is the protector, the defender, the logical, responsible, infallible machine who was meant for one purpose. To follow orders. To complete his mission efficiently, surely, and completely. Never did he consider failure. He couldn’t. It was impossible for him to fail, and if he did, he wasn’t meant to come back from it.

But Sole had allowed him to.

He didn’t remember much about the super mutant attack, only that he was horribly and inexcusably unprepared for it. But he could never forget the way Sole had stormed into the building to save him.

Super mutants are large, and their strength is unsurpassable, even for someone X6’s size. But they are usually slower than him, and quite certainly much, much less intelligent. That didn’t stop them from ambushing him this time, though. X6 mentally berated himself for letting his guard down. It was uncharacteristically sloppy. It was an obvious mistake, and he should have paid for it with his life. He certainly shouldn’t have allowed Sole to risk theirs to save him. But what could he have done? He remembered being pinned down, sledge hammers threatening to fall onto him, breaking every bone, pulverizing his flesh, muscles, and organs, pounding in his synthetic skull until his brain was nothing but mush. But with him so low to the ground, Sole had had a clear line of fire. It hadn’t stopped all of them, but it had provided enough of a distraction to keep the monsters from brutally destroying his body beyond repair.

Now, X6 was confused. No one had ever stuck up for him, defended him, or put themselves in harm’s way for him. He didn’t expect them to. He is replaceable. Humans are not. Especially humans like Sole…

X6 wished she was here now, but he was alone in the medical wing of the Institute. Even the doctor was gone. A gen 1 synth was mopping on the other side of the room, but the unit paid him no mind.

This is strange. He thought. Usually when a courser was injured, even if it wasn’t anything to do with their head, they were brought to robotics, repaired, and then sent to the SRB for a checkup and a full reset. If a courser was able to be injured to such an extent as X6 was now, something must be wrong with them, there must be a fault in their programming. At least, that’s been the thought ever since Ayo was put in charge. Sole must’ve said something. Pulled some strings, in order for me to be here. In order for me to remember.

X6 looked over to the clock on the doctor’s desk, and noted that it was 3am. Sole is sleeping, I should leave her be. Speaking to her isn’t worth interrupting her rest. He was just glad she wasn’t in the bed beside him. If she had been injured trying to aid him, he would’ve asked for the mind wipe himself. That kind of failure could not be overlooked.

X6 swung his legs over the side of the bed. I should let her sleep. He thought as he stood up, and he grimaced at the pain in his right leg and spine. She won’t be happy that I’m not resting as well. He took a step and a deep breath. If anyone sees me, they’ll order me to come back here anyway. X6 slowly made his way to the staircase, and began to limp up each step. They could even send me to the SRB to get the mind wipe after all. Sole’s not here to stop them this time. He was biting back grunts of effort as he reached the residential floor. Where he’d find Sole. I should turn around now.

X6 paused. He heard voices coming from the other side of the hall. Dr. Ayo. He realized with a start.

X6 made a break for Sole’s room across the way, hoping he could get there before the SRB director caught him. The voices grew stronger as the door to Sole’s room slid open and X6 stepped inside. When it closed again, he stood still, waiting for the voices to pass down the hallway.

“... don’t care how it’s always been, doctor. Why do you think Shaun chose me to be the next director?"

Is that... Sole?

"Because he wanted things to remain the same? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Ma’am, I assure you, I’m not." Even from this far away, X6 could hear the annoyance in Dr. Ayo's voice. This argument had likely been going on awhile.

"This is not something you can change. There’s a distinct reason we do this. We accept nothing but perfection from our coursers. Anything else is a danger to us, if we--”

“Is that so? That seems like a pretty significant flaw. If your coursers, which are made by humans, which, you know, tend to make mistakes every once in awhile, make a mistake themselves, even though they are designed to be nearly identical to humans in every way, they are the ones who are punished? That seems fair.”

“That is your problem, ma’am. Respectfully, you should not view synths, especially coursers as identical to humans. They are not us. They are not being ‘punished’ when we wipe their minds. You occasionally delete files off of your terminal, correct? That does not mean you are ‘punishing’ it, no, you are cleaning it. Organizing, and resetting it, even. That’s what we’re doing here.”

“X6 isn’t a fucking terminal, Ayo. He breathes, and feels, and exists as a living being with organic tissue and a beating heart, a working brain. If he dies, I can’t just plug him into a power source and turn him back on, expecting all the same data to be there when I do. When he’s gone, he’s gone. And maybe you don’t care about that. But I do." X6 tensed as he pressed his ear into the door, straining to catch every word that left Sole's mouth. His brows furrowed in disbelief at her defense of him, and he felt a pressure mounting in his chest that he had never before experienced.

"You haven’t spent time with him like I have." She continued, "He’s not just a machine. He’s my friend, my partner, and I owe him my life ten times over. He’s incredible, he’s direct, and intelligent, and funny as hell, and I care about him. And if you even think of wiping his wonderful mind, I’ll transport you to the surface, right in the middle of that super mutant horde where X6 found himself, and you can see how perfect you are in his position. Goodnight, doctor.”

X6 was still standing in Sole's room as the argument outside concluded, and his mouth was hanging open in sheer bewilderment. Any moment, she could walk in and see him like this. Dumbfounded and silly-looking, with his ear pressed flush to the door and his jaw nearly on the floor.

He didn’t want that.

He pulled his head back, and the door slid open in response to his movement. X6 peeked his head out, but when he looked down the hall, no one was there. His brows scrunched. Where could Sole be going at this hour, if not back to her quarters? X6 crossed the threshold into the hallway and walked tentatively forward. As his eyes fell to the staircase, he noticed the top of Sole’s head disappearing below. He stopped, squinting his eyes. If she was going anywhere at all, he would’ve expected it to be to Father’s quarters. Nonetheless, X6 began his pursuit of her down the stairs, trying to hold back his grunts of pain, in case Ayo was still in his immediate vicinity.

When he reached the ground floor, Sole was walking back towards him at a brisk pace, her eyes were wide and she looked like she was about to break into a run. When she caught his eye, she halted in her tracks.

“Ma’am, I--” He started, but before he could finish his sentence, she was running towards him, crashing her body into his and wrapping her arms around him tightly. X6 stood straight as a board, mouth still open and arms down at his sides as he sucked in a deep breath at her all-encompassing contact with him.

“Jesus, X6, you scared the shit out of me. Where were you?” She pulled back slightly, but kept her hands on his shoulders as he blinked back at her.

It was uncanny. No words of explanation came to mind as his silver eyes melded to hers. His mind was so blank, the doctors may as well have wiped it.

But as he stared blankly down at her, X6 became distracted by something small, and bright. A sharp light reflecting off of Sole’s bottom lip. His gaze flashed down to look at it, and his head seemed to tilt almost instinctively as he inspected the glisten that had caught his attention. As he leaned in closer, his body followed, pushing forward, even nearer to the woman pressed up against him. Sole gasped slightly as she noticed X6's movement, and the courser was effectively pulled from his temporary haze.

What… What am I doing?

X6 halted his surprising action, turning his eyes back up to meet Sole’s.

“Ahem. Forgive me, ma'am.” He whispered so quietly, he wasn’t even sure she caught the apology.

“I heard what you said." He tried to continue with an explanation, hoping to distract her from whatever the hell it was that had almost just happened.

"To doctor Ayo. I heard everything. And it…”

It what?

What the hell was he supposed to say about it? He didn’t even know how he felt about what she had said, he hadn’t had time to process it yet, how could he articulate to her how it made him feel when he couldn’t even begin to understand that for himself? The way she was looking at him though… It was as though she hadn’t even heard the first half of what he said anyway, so did he really have to continue if that was the case?

Sole didn’t give him the opportunity. Again, before the courser could quite process what was happening, in a swift flash, he felt something press against him, into him.

She was warm, and soft, and slightly wet. He could feel the way her nose pressed a divot into his cheek, the way her fingers twined together around the back of his neck, slightly brushing his hairline, and he could see-- No, he couldn’t see. He’d closed his eyes, and his hands were no longer hanging at his sides. Now they were on her. He’d never had his hands on her before, he’d hardly ever even touched her, and now here they were; Sole's chest pressed against his, her arms around his neck, his hands grasping at her waist, pulling her closer, and their mouths... they were sealed together like an air-tight lock.

The ache in his leg, in his back, in his side, and his head, they were gone. X6's entire body felt fuzzy, the only feeling he could comprehend was his pounding heart, and where her skin made contact with his. It felt like it was on fire, and he had to remind himself to breathe through his nose so he wouldn't feel so light-headed.

His heart leapt up to his throat as she pulled away, but to his relief, she came right back to him, renewing her vigor once she felt his reluctance to separate from her. Sole had always been very observant of her companion, and now was no exception. She wouldn’t pull away until she felt he was ready.

As X6 thought about how he’d never felt so strongly about anyone, or anything, as he did about Sole, now. As he did about her hands grazing the back of his neck, and her lips on his, her trust in him not to pull away or to scoff, and her acceptance of him in, not just what, but who he was. X6 wondered if he ever truly would be ready to pull away from her.

Once a courser’s mind was set on something, there was no debate, no changing it. And right now, and as far as he could think into the future, he knew his mind was set on Sole.

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Can't Fight This Feeling - P3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: After Steve comes to the realization that he's bisexual, he's determined in going after what he wants; Eddie Munson. What he assumed would be an easy performance of flirting quickly turns into a complicated maze as he realises Eddie is more bark than bite.

Or, Steve Harrington is a manwhore and Eddie Munson is simultaneously horrified and turned on by the advances.

TW: Making out, hands going everywhere, sucking dick (how do i type this without cringing), dirty talk - standard smut things

Word Count: 1337

A/N: Second last part! Last part is reserved for the most smut, but I need time to plan that LOL - In this story, everything that's happened in the show has happened, however Eddie lives and this story is set a few months after the events of Vecna. Also I was inspired by a post by @tuvens talking about manwhore Steve and Eddie so this is that :D

Here is Part 4!

vider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Eddie was the first one out to the pool. He thought that if he got in the water his nerves would calm down. Of course they didn't.

Steve saw Eddie sitting on the stairs into the pool through the window. His eyes trailed over Eddie's back, surprisingly muscular, with tattoos scattered across his skin like some kid's sketchbook. He grabbed a six pack and walked out to the back yard.

"Want one?" Steve called out as he took his own bottle out of the pack. Eddie nodded and held his hand out to recieve it. He was still turned to Steve while opening the bottle when he noticed Steve drinking his own, small amounts missing his mouth and spilling onto his chest. It looked like a scene out of porn, Eddie had to remind himself to close his mouth and actually drink the beer. He turned back around to drink his beer and look into the pool, which lasted about 3 seconds until Steve had jumped in, canonball style, causing water to fly everywhere.

"Jesus Harrington you're going to get my hair wet!" Eddie complained as he tried to flick the droplets out of his hair.

"Oh come on, who said that being wet was a bad thing?" Steve teased as he tried to splash water over. Eddie kicked some back while half laughing and half drinking his beer. Steve thought he could hear the sound forever and never get tired of it.

"I will get out of this pool if you don't stop!" Eddie warned. Steve only walked closer.

"Do you trust me?"

"I swear to God if you pull me in here with you..."

Steve only smiled and shook his head.

"Then... yes?"

Steve closed the distance between them and grabbed the beer out of Eddie's hand, earning a slight whimper at the loss of the beverage. He took Eddie's hands and put one each on his shoulder, wrapped his legs around his waist, and pulled his own arms around Eddie's torso as he pulled him into the water. Eddie was freaking out, he was convinced he was going to die; his head instinctively found Steve's shoulder out of fear of being pulled under the water.

"Relax, baby, I won't drop you." Steve muttered into Eddie's ear, or more like his hair, after feeling his body tense up.

The two held each other as Steve slowly walked around the pool, occasionally reaching the edge to take a swig of beer.

"Do I intimidate you Eddie? I can feel your fingers fidgeting against my neck." Steve whispered, even though nobody else was in sight.

"Oh, sorry... It's just a habit, you're not intimidating..." Eddie murmured back.

"Then why won't you look at me?" Steve inquired with a voice that sent shockwaves into Eddie's soul. He sounded like a puppy that had just been kicked out. Eddie's eyes slowly moved up to meet Steve's, causing a smirk to break out on his face.

"There he is! Are you uncomfortable? I can put you down if you like."

"No! I mean, no. Don't put me down. I like..." Eddie's voice trailed off as he burned up with embarassment.

"You like what, sweetheart? You're going to have to speak up." Steve teased.

"I like, I like it when you hold me..."

"Good, I like holding you."

Steve felt himself start to overheat from the warmth of Eddie's body. Chuckles left his body as he pulled the metalhead's hair to one shoulder so he could move the two fo them further into the water.

It felt nice to just walk around with the weight of Eddie against him. No children screaming, no homework, no parents, no apocalyptic war to fight, just him and the guy he couldn't stop thinking about.

"Steve?" Eddie asked, interupting Steve's train of thought.

"Hm?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why am I doing what?"

"Shamelessly flirting with me, looking at me like you wanna eat me, and now you're holding me and walking around the pool."

"Why do you think I'm doing that?

"I'm confused, that's why I'm asking, duh."

"I want you, Eddie."

"I figured, but, in what way?"

"I want you to be mine, I want you to hold, to feel your soft skin against my hands. I want you to look at, admire that pretty face of yours. I want you to kiss, to feel those lips that I can't stop staring at. I want you in my bed, shaking with pleasure as I make you feel good." Steve muttered the last part into Eddie's ears, as if he was saying a secret only they could know.

With each sentence Eddie felt his face go redder and redder.

"You can't just say things like that Harrington, you're so scandalous!" Eddie teased, trying to distract his crush from his flustered face.

"Hey, I was just being honest!"

"Really?"

"Yeah? Why would I lie about that?"

"I dunno, it's just hard to believe..."

"How come?"

"Steve Harrington, you have no idea what you do to me."

"Eddie Munson, what do I do to you?"

"You freak me out! You give me heart attacks with your behaviour, because I have liked you for so, so long."

Steve felt like he was on cloud 9. He was holding Eddie, their skin was so close together, and he had just heard the words he had been wanting to hear for months.

"Really? I mean, we never really talked in highschool..."

"Yeah, 'cause you were a royal dick in highschool. I like you much better now." Eddie explained.

"Good, I'm glad. I like who I am now way more than who I was in highschool."

An awkward silence fell between them.

"Steve if you don't kiss me right now I think I'm actually going to explode."

"So needy Eddie, just the way I like it."

Steve closed the distance between their lips and when they finally met he felt like they were made for each other. Their lips slotted perfectly between each other, even softer than Steve had imagined. He took control of the kiss, lightly pushing his tongue against Eddie's bottom lip, asking permission to go further, which he happily obliged. Eddie's hands found its way into Steve's hair, while Steve's slowly moved under Eddie's ass to support him. Eddie let out a small whine when they separated, but both had grins spanning across their faces.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Steve whispered as he rested his forehead again'st Eddie's.

"Trust me Steve, I've wanted it for longer." Eddie responded as he went back in for a kiss.

This time there was more passion, more lust, in the kiss. Eddie felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders now that he could freely express how he felt to Steve. He never thought this day would come but god did it feel good to finally let loose. Steve, on the other hand, was enjoying it. He could tell there was a difference in Eddie's body, he could tell there was this energy that was buzzing through him, the same that was buzzing through his own body. Their teeth and tongue clashed as they fought for dominance; it was messy and innefficient, but they didn't care. They pulled away, gasping for air, looking at each other for any signs of discomfort.

"You amaze me, Steve Harrington."

"There's nobody else I'd rather amaze, Eddie Munson."

"You cocky bastard."

The two laughed and just stood for what felt like hours, slowly running their hands over each other's bodies.

"Wanna go upstairs? I wanna touch you, Eds, will you let me do that?" Steve whispered. The nickname sent shocks down Eddie's spine.

"You're already touching me, Stevie." he teased.

"Now who's the cocky bastard now?"

"Yeah, but I'm your cocky bastard."

"Oh yeah? Wanna be mine, pretty boy?"

Eddie just nodded, shyness suddenly creeping into his mind.

"Show me then."

"I'll show you if you take me upstairs."

Steve wasted no time in pulling them out of the water, grabbing Eddie's hand as he walked back into the house. Giggles echoed throughout the hallway as Steve picked Eddie back up and wrapped him around his waist, occasionally knocking into the wall as he kept his eyes on Eddie's.

"Gotta dry off Stevie, we're still wet." Eddie whispered as Steve sat straight on top of his sheets.

"Don't worry baby, we'll warm up soon enough." Steve responded as he ran his fingers through Eddie's partially wet hair, earning a look of surprise.

"W-what did you just call me?" Eddie stuttered.

"Baby. Is that okay?"

Instead of responding, Eddie's cheeks flushed red as he hid his head in the crook of Steve's neck.

"Don't get shy on me now, I wanna see that pretty face of yours." Steve cooed as he practically grabbed Eddie's face and pushed it away from his shoulder. He chuckled when he felt the warmth radiating off his cheeks.

"So responsive for me, so good for me Eddie." Steve teased again.

"Oh my god Harrington stop teasing me and k-" Eddie's words stopped short as he felt Steve kiss him with fervor. Their noses bumped into each other as they moved in syncronisation, as Steve slowly pulled Eddie's hair out the way. His fingers slowly trailed down his neck, placing light kisses against his jaw and moving down, applying more pressure each time to find the sweet spot. Eddie let out a small string of curse words as Steve's lips attached to the area between his jaw and ear, only to bite his lips to hide any noise.

"Don't kiss hide kiss those pretty kiss noises kiss"

Eddie couldn't help but continuously whine and moan as Steve went further, licking and biting at parts of his neck and jaw. He began to grind down against Steve's hips, already feeling the erection under him. Steve hummed in response, placing his hands on Eddie's hips and giding him as they continued kissing, exploring each other with such passion.

"Steve I wanna... I wanna make you feel good" Eddie whispered, almost as if they could get caught at any moment.

"Oh Eddie you're making me feel so good right now, fuck you look so pretty like this."

"N-no, I wanna..."

"You wanna what hm? Speak up for me baby it's just us."

Eddie thought Steve's sweet talk would kill him. He was convinced he was going to die.

"Can I touch you?"

"Touch me where?"

The embarassment was too much, Eddie just to slowly trail his hand down Steve's chest until it reached the waistband of his swim shorts.

"You gotta use your words for me sweetheart." Steve said with a smirk.

"For fucks sake Harrington stop teasing me and let me touch your dick" Eddie complained, leaving Steve chuckling.

"So feisty, it's cute. Go ahead baby, make me feel even better." he said as he leaned back on his arms, admiring the sight before him.

Eddie snaked his hand down to palm Steve's hard cock through his pants, earning a groan from Steve as he let his head fall back. Eddie's mind raced as he quickly realised just how big Steve was, people weren't kidding when they said he knew how to please.

Lust clouded his mind as he pulled it out of the pants, mesmerised at the sight. It was long, not too thick, but enough to make you feel full, slightly veiny but only on the underside. Steve wasn't clean shaven, but the hair was neatly groomed. Eddie liked the weight in his hands and decided to start pumping up and down slowly, applying pressure especially near the tip and the base. Steve's moans went straight to Eddie's body, his own cock aching to be touched, but he had to focus on pleasuring for now. His tongue poked out as he bit his lip, wanting to feel Steve in his mouth. Fuck it, he thought, as he slid off Steve's lap to get on his knees.

Eddie spit into his hand and continued moving up and down the shaft, pressing gentle kisses onto the tip. The salty taste of precum and saliva wasn't necessarily a pleasant feeling, but neither Steve or Eddie were complaining.

"Fuck baby, just like that. Use your mouth on me, god I could watch you on your knees forever." Steve praised as he ran his fingers through Eddie's hair, slightly tugging at the roots.

Eddie took the whole length of Steve in his mouth in one swift motion, using his free hand to fondle his balls and feel all up on his thighs. Steve's jaw slackened as he was surprised by the sudden feeling.

"Jesus baby, t-take all of me, god damn" he stuttered. He felt Eddie smile against his skin, obviously enjoying the reaction. Eddie focused his tongue on the veins along the length, occasionally moving it back up to swirl it around the tip, earning wanton moans from Steve that went straight to his own dick.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum soon, you gotta get off me baby. I wanna touch you."

"Cum in my mouth Steve, I wanna taste you." Eddie replied as he continued his work.

"God the mouth on you..." Steve muttered as he ran a hand down his face. The familiar coil in his stomach began to tighten as Eddie sucked him off; a slight euphoria, strong enough to take away all his breath and energy.

" 'M close, sweetheart, you wanna take all my cum?"

"Give it to me, Stevie" Eddie groaned as he bobbed his head faster. Eventually he pulled off to open his mouth wide open as Steve finished, his seed shooting out onto his face and his tongue, moans leaving the both of them. Eddie swallowed what he could and pressed gentle kisses into Steve's pelvis and thighs to help him calm down. Steve pulled him back onto his lap and just looked into the eyes staring into his own for a second.

"I wish you saw yourself the way I see you Eddie."

"How do you see me Steve?"

"I see you Eddie, I see all of you. You look so pretty, especially when you're on your knees for me. I could kiss you for days and not get tired of it."

"Then kiss me Steve."