#he’s just so pretty need to slam my head against a wall until I pass out

[rottengurlz]

whose deadbeat dad is this

[yanderemommabean]

Have Yandere alphas Suku and Yuuji with omega reader Smut

(Reader has pussy but this has They them pronouns used! Some dirty talk, pussy slapping, and some forced orgasms and dubcon themes! All characters depicted are 18 and up! I hope you enjoy!)

Honestly, you have  no idea how things got this bad. First you were all having a nice little chit chat after a nice swim in the pool, then the next thing you know, you’re being held against Sukunas chest, arms to your sides, as Yuuji taunts and teases. 

Sukunas massive cock was spearing you open, eyes rolling back as every thrust was calculated and aimed to make your brain melt with pleasure, all while the other two act more or less unphased as they begin asking lewd questions. 

Your voice hiccups, trying to speak, but your face is so red as Sukuna pounds away even harder, biting and kissing along your neck to coax out more of those addictive little noises. You really had no idea how much these two craved you, how they wanted to breed you full over and over again, mark you as only theirs. It’s a good thing they’re getting started with that very lesson today and every day that follows. 

While Sukuna is usually the mean one, Yuuji is just being cruel, coming up to whisper in your ear as he teases your clit and feels you twitching and throbbing. “What if I used my tongue? Hmm? Would your perfect little pussy like that, Y/N? “ 

You can only yelp, wincing in pain mixed with burning pleasure when Yuujis hand comes smacking down again and making you see blinding white. “I said- would your greedy, slutty cunt want my lips on it? Hmm? Think if I tongue fuck you with Sukuna balls deep you can squirt for us?” 

You’re  just gasping for breath, brain malfunctioning as your cunt spasms and clenches, making Sukuna groan and purr in delight as he begins to drag out his strokes. “Oh ho ho, they want it baby brother. I can feel them squeezing me for all I’ve got. “

You whimper, pathetic and fed up, eyes slamming shut as your face burns a deep scarlet. You aren’t a whore! You aren’t! Not...Not like THAT anyway- 

"N-Not..not a-" you try  to protest, but it's cut off when Yuuji's tongue curls inside of you, slipping between Sukunas cock and your fluttering walls as you gasp and feel that burning coil tightening once again. There’s no way-no! That’s so-

Your brain malfunctions, feeling Yuuji's tongue swipe around in circles as Sukuna’s cock buries itself to the hilt, stretching you out and stuffing you like you crave. By the second, you can feel your resolve and composure melting away. 

"Mm hmm. Not a whore? Not a slut? Says the one creaming on our cocks and begging to be eaten out until they cry'' Yuuji snickers, using two fingers to stroke over Your clit a few times before he once again brings the palm of his hand down. 

"Now answer us. Answer ME. Do you want my mouth on your tasty little snatch? Or do I need to discipline you some more?". 

The heat in Yuujis words, the way Sukuna bit into your skin and rolled his hips so sinfully slow, staving off your orgasm once again. It's not fair- You aren't even given a real choice! You either agree or are punished until you say yes! 

Why does that turn you on so much?! 

"Y-Yes!" You more or less yelp, tensing up, feeling your breath being punched out of you almost when Sukunas hands come up to play with your nipples, that devilish smirk on his features as he meets Yuuji's eyes. "You heard them, Brat. Get to work. I want them covering my cock in their juices''.

Yuuji wastes no time, a drawn out groan passing his lips as he swirled his tongue around Your clit. He could never get enough of this, the taste, the way You moan and throw your head back, how you feebly try to push him away despite clearly enjoying it. It was so cute how you tried to deny yourself the pleasure the brothers could bring. 

“Love your sounds baby” Sukuna pants, looking down to see how Your stomach gains a slight bump with every roll of his hips. “Gonna make you so pretty, so round and full of pups. Fuck, you’re gonna be so full-”. 

“Pups?!” You whimper, trying to crawl away at that but being held down even tighter, your body forced to take the onslaught of pleasure as those filthy words make your stomach flutter. “W-We can’t! No! We-” You’re cut off, moaning deep and guttural as Yuuji's fingers are added, pressed directly inside of you. 

It’s too much, it’s too good, you can’t help yourself,  starting to have hiccuped breaths as Sukuna holds your hips firm. “We can. We’re going to. And you’re going to take it like a good little Omega.” 

The dam breaks. Sukunas thrusts, Yuuji’s mouth, the possessive and dirty words being growled into your ear- You come undone, pleasure so intense you have tears down your cheeks as you climax, slick spurting from your spasming cunt and covering Yuujis face. 

Yuuji is ravenous after that, pure alpha instinct taking over as he drinks in everything you have to give. Oh there’s no way in hell he’s ever passing on this experience ever again. He’ll tie You down and tongue fuck you that way if he must- 

Yuuji just snarls, holding your legs apart as his tongue drags over his slick covered lips. "Fuck! I want to see you knock them up- Quit moving! You're gonna stay right here and get that pretty pussy bred  deep ".

You can only mewl, your eyes rolling back as drool slightly dribbles from your lips, cunt clenching down /again/ and spasming as Yuuji holds your legs apart, watching as Sukuna breeds you possessively, like a beast staking a claim. 

And really, Sukuna is. To think You could ever have anyone else, it made both men incredibly, unstably jealous. 

"Fuck! Take it! Take it!" Sukuna nearly roars, being cruel like Yuuji as his fingers rub vicious circles around your sensitive clit, balls tightening and drawing up as his thrusts become more deep and greedy. “I'm gonna cum-Shit! Knocking you up, gonna breed you so fucking good-” 

His teeth latch onto Your throat, biting down aggressively as his cum spills into that warm, tight cunt, his cock pulsing and twitching with every rope he releases. 

Fuck.

He's ruined.  Nothing else could ever be as addictive as your soft, warm, tight cunt drinking all Sukuna has to give. 

"Fuck, just like that Y/N. You're doing so good. Gonna have that baby in you in no time, make you so round and soft and ours "

You take as many deep breaths as you can, chest heaving as sweat begins to cool on your skin. Words sound like water, everything is spinning, and all you can manage to make is soft little whines as Sukuna slowly slips out and watches as his cum leaks from your abused hole. 

Yuuji just smiles, pressing Your legs towards your chest as he presses his face closer to the mess, dragging his tongue up and down the cum covered folds, all while You hiss between your teeth and try to hide your face. 

“Mmm. It’s a shame your pussy hasn’t learned to hold onto every ounce of our cum…Guess we’ll have to train it then” 

-Mommabean (Hope you liked! Feel free to tell me your thoughts!)

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Husband!Satoru didn't like washing dishes...

Note: smut.

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Getting your husband to wash the dishes was one of the hardest if not the hardest things to do. He just didn’t like that chore… he was too tall for the sink and it always made his neck hurt standing there, especially for that long.

“Toru… wash the dishes…” 

“In a bit…” 

Every damn time… it’s always you who ends up washing them but, the way he apologizes almost makes up for it. 

“I’m sorry baby…” He whines, as he drapes himself over you, long arms around your waist, placing his chin atop your head. You scoff before flashing him a small smile. “You always do this,” you scold him, as the warm water runs over the plate, clearing it of the dish soap. 

“My fingers get wrinkly…” He pouts, flashing his big baby blue eyes. You shake your head, it’s the same thing every time, thinking he could get away with it. And sadly he does. He smirks into your neck, before pressing subtle kisses to it. 

He moves his mouth to your ear, his breath hot against it as he whispers to you, voice low and soft. His arms tighten even more around you, the front of his body completely flushed against you behind now. 

“Don’t be mad at me please…” He pleads, naughty hands fall down to the hem of your nightgown, reaching under as he looks at you for some kind of permission before continuing. The sultry look on your face as your eyes narrow tell him everything he needs to know before his fingers slips between your legs, coming to tease you over your panties. 

He swiftly moves them to the side and you feel the cool air hit your exposed heat. You continued to wash the dishes but Satoru was making it harder with every passing second.A single digit coming to poke at your already sensitive clit. “So wet for me…” He teases you.

One long finger…then another. Both fingers skillfully pump inside you. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room as he leans down to suck on your neck. His hot breath dances across your skin as his movements cloud your mind. The dishes now long forgotten. 

One thing about your husband is that he was impatient. Being so used to always getting what he wanted and right now he wanted you. And he wanted you so badly his cock throbbed in pain. 

Panties now dangle by your ankle as he pulls his boxers down, exposing his erection. He pushes into you with a slow deliberate stroke, filling you to the hilt from behind. His mouth slightly open, his senses taken over by how good you felt around him. 

He holds stills for a moment, taking in the feeling of your warmth before pulling back and grinding into you. “Fuck…” He groans, holding your body up with his strong arms, as you hold onto the edge of the counter. 

He slams into you over and over again until you know how sorry he is for not doing what his pretty little wife told him to do. His hips tastefully slap against your ass as he continues to pound into you, a pouty string of “i’m sorry’s” leaves his lips with every thrust. And he won’t stop until you forgive him. Maybe… 

“Do you forgive me, my love?” He asks, accentuating his words with deep jabs into your poor cunt. His fingers dig into your hips as he continues rutting into you. He looks at you, taking pride in your fucked out expression. So proud that he can fuck you dumb and you forget about him not washing the dishes. “Tell me, pretty baby,” He grins. 

“Y-yes, I forgive you ‘toru,” You moan out, pushing your ass against him, only wanting to feel him deeper inside you. He grunts at the way those words fall off your lips like silk, thrusting deeper and harder into you until he finally bursts inside you covering your walls in his hot cum. 

He wasn’t done apologizing just yet tho. He carefully swoops you up, making his way into your bedroom. He flashes you a cheeky smile before talking. 

“I’ll wash them next time… promise, princess.”

He won’t. 

[b1mbodoll]

Gabi I need two faced hyuka kidnapping love starved y/n PLEASE 💔💔

pairings: hueningkai x f! reader

warnings: stalking + voyeurism + masturbation + anal + virginity + dub / noncon

💌: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD!!!!! ive been slamming my head against the wall n waiting desperately for txt asks 😞

stalker! hyuka is so good at hiding his darker side from you. he plays off his obsession by telling you he’s just protective! follows you around late at night to ensure you get home safe n if he watches you through the window as you undress, so what? he deserves some sort of payment for his troubles, right?

kai always sticks around for a bit when you’ve made it home, hoping that you’ll play with your cute cunt or fuck yourself with a plushie that he gifted you, fisting his cock as you unknowingly put on a show and hump the stuffed toy like a bitch in heat, arching your back when you cum.

sometimes he’ll venture inside when you’re busy shopping or running errands, laying on your bed and allowing himself to bask in your scent, shoving his face into the sheets and inhaling deeply; slowly grinding his cock against one of your pillows, a little grin forming on his face when he realizes it’s the one you usually rest your head on at night.

kai’s always alert when he decides to break into your home. well, almost always. he’s too desperate to cum, groaning as he continues rutting against your pillow, the sound of your keys unlocking the door falling on deaf ears.

before he can register that you are, in fact, home, you’ve already caught him. kai’s quick to apologize, muttering excuses about how he didn’t mean to and that he’ll do anything for your forgiveness but then he glances at your face and oh? you’re not disgusted.

quite the opposite actually, pressing your thighs together and biting your lip at the sight of him covered in a sheen of sweat, his pretty face flushed from exertion.

kai reaches for you; grabbing your jaw with one hand and your waist with the other, biting back a smirk when you moan at the touch.

he knows you’ve never been kissed before, never had your virgin holes fucked and filled with cum but yet you crave it; so desperate for cock that you’ll let him do whatever he wants and still beg for more.

that’s how you find yourself beneath hyuka, nearly crying while he presses soft kisses to your shoulder and works his thick cock past the tight rim of your ass, taking pity on you and allowing you to get used to his size, rather than slamming into you all at once like he’s dreamed of doing.

he didn’t even have to try to convice you to let him, it’s sort of pathetic but he’s not complaining, needy virgins are his favorite.

it hurts so bad you can’t stop yourself from whimpering, reaching back and trying to push him away when he’s finally inside but your puckered hole is clenching around him and kai’s on the verge of losing his mind, shushing you as he tries to collect himself.

you’ll soon realize that he doesn’t care about pleasuring you, selfishly chasing his release and using your asshole like a fleshlight, not bothering to rub your clit or fuck your pussy because all you are to him is a fuckdoll; made to take his cum and nothing more. it seems to you, like he’s simply using you to jerk off and it should make you upset but all you feel is happy.

exhaustion settles in your bones and you almost pass out until he thrusts into you one last time, ropes of thick cum flooding your insides making you gasp in surprise, your eyes widening before your own orgasm washes over you, white hot pleasure completely wiping your mind of any other thoughts except kai, chanting “i love you” over and over as he fills you up.

[fluffylino]

boypussy!hyunjin

-contains mature themes

the boy beneath you squirmed, as you teased him. pushing just the tip of your dick inside him. hyunjin was panting, breathing heavy. his face buried into the pillow at this point. back arched and exposing his most sensitive parts to you. You were worried he wouldn't be able to breath. His cunt clenching around you, trying to suck you in. However you had patience.  Never had you imagined doing this.

It all started when...

"uh i need to tell you something" hyunjin had walked inside after finishing practice. his lips were white and his whole demeanor had changed. almost like he was filled with fear and shock.

he sat down next to you on the couch. you switched off whatever you were watching on the tv to give him your full attention.

"I-I...something h-happened i don't k-know but i don't have a d-dic-" he quickly corrected himself.

"male genetilia" he whispered. You had no clue what he was talking about. Nevertheless you stroked his back, letting him place his head on your lap.

The last thing you remembered saying to him was 'i wish u had a pussy for a few days, i could do the things you do to me for a change'

you gasped.

"Did i make this happen?!" you yelled, making hyunjin jump with a start. he looked confused.

"You'll be back to normal in a couple of days, don't worry darling"

.

a day had passed, and hyunjin seemed to be struggling. you decided to tease him. he sat quietly in his room, scrolling through his phone. you walked in, jumping on him. he giggled when you kissed his neck. slowly making your way up to his lips.

"you're so wet aren't you? i should fuck you till you make a mess of yourself." you mumbled in his ear and smiled when his breath hitched. you slipped your hand under his cute versace tee, to lightly rub his tits.

"stopppp"

his mouth dropped open when you pressed your thigh between his legs. he tried closing his legs.

"ahh but-"

"but what?" you questioned. hyunjin shyly looked at you.

"i have my strap on, baby don't worry. we'll go slow"

you kissed him, and he kissed back desperately. tongue messily moving around. in the mean time you had managed to get his pretty checkered pajama pants off.

"here" he whined, grinding against your thigh. his wetness soaking his underwear. moving the fabric to the side  your carefully traced his folds. he looked cute, eyes wide, and oversized shirt hanging off his shoulder.

"you're dripping baby" you continued to tease him until he caught your hand. you pushed a finger in slowly. his breathing going slow. you added another. knuckle deep in him.

and thats how you ended up in this state.

.

"m' close, hah.." he cried out, thighs shaking and you pulled out for the 5th time in the past hour. the reaction you got was worth it. he groaned into the pillow, shoulders beginning to shake.

A clear indication that he had finally had it. You had finally broke down that wall of his.

"w-why ? i was so g-good" he muttered, voice cracking. tears flowed down his face, mixing with the sweat and drool on his chin.

you were just giving him back what he would do to you. you, of course took it better. it was quite a sight to see your boyfriend sobbing, begging You to rail Him.

"i know baby i know" you soothed him and he preened at the attention you gave him.

"i'll let you cum this time, hm?" you reassured, running your hand down his back.

You spread his puffy lips with your index and middle finger, biting your lip at how much slick was leaking out.

"such a pretty pussy. makes me wanna knock you up. fuck my babies into you. rail you till you're a mess"

he shook his head...or atleast tried to. hyunjin really was loving every moment of it. You slammed back in, now wasting no time.

hyunjin mewled, jerking forward with each thrust. Loud 'ah ah ahs' leaving him. 

Chest to back. you could see his face. struggling to maintain eye contact with you. his eyelids fluttering and his tears distorting his view.

"ah n-no no stop too m-much too muchhh" he wriggled around as your began to play with his clit. eyes rolling back. tongue lawling out.

At one particular hard thrust, he went cross eyed, mouth in an 'o' shape. the sound he let out was beyond pornagraphic. the heat in your abdomen exploding. you could feel the warmth seeping all over your dick. He shivered, his eyes swollen and gaze spaced out.

"aw did my baby cum"

.

pulling him against your side, he sobbed into your neck. thighs pressed together. his cum staining the inside of his soft thighs.

"did so well for me" you praised, leaning over to grab a hairtie from the table beside.

"i-i did?"

"of course you did. made such pretty sounds for me" you tied his hair into a small ponytail. kissing away his tears. he melted into you.

"you're my pretty girl, aren't you?" you weren't expecting him to respond. you tucked a few strands behind his ear. god, was he such a beautiful sight. lips coated in spit.

"i'm your p-pretty girl"

[solar4seekstron]

Our Date Part 1

Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader Oneshot

Part 2

Content: 16+

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Toxic Relationship, Megatron is a dick at the beginning, Jawbreaker is so f***ing cute, reader is trying to get threw it, the terrans like reader, Decepticons are complete dicks, def making a chapter 2 of their date don’t worry it’ll get intimate too lol.

For many years, you were a decepticon who worked with Megatron. Much like Soundwave and Shockwave in a way. You worked alongside the powerful leader you had. And even before he created his cause. You still remained his Conjunx.

You were a Cybertronian Jet. You’d later transform into a truck like Optimus Prime.

Who is one of the strongest. You can stand against Megatron for a very long time but not forever. You were one of his best fighters and many feared you. Even the Autobots. Although you weren’t as cruel as the others. You were able to keep Megatron from finding out.

For many years over time you felt that he was growing distant from you and with every passing cycle. You only felt the bond slowly change. You couldn’t tell what it was. If he was just changing or he just lost feelings for you. You tried your best to not let the energy he constantly used to stop you. Try to be romantic and a good partner to him whenever you can. Mostly alone knowing he wishes to keep his appearance and status in front of the others.

But he always pushed you away unless he chooses to have you around for such things. Overtime you just felt straight up used and this only angered you. Something he could definitely feel. One day after getting tired of dealing with your anger through the spark bond. He came to you as you spoke to Breakdown. Who is currently trying to flirt with you. And you played along. Might as well since Megatron barely even speaks to you. Until Megatron walked in. You two could hear him and stopped before. You rolled your optics and Breakdown went back to work.

Once Megatron walks in he dismisses Breakdown and wishes to be alone with you. After Breakdown left, you were about to speak until he grabbed you by the arms and slammed you against the wall behind you. He has done this before but never this aggressive. His helm leaning down a bit to the side of your audio sensor. You knew he was going to scold you for something. He finally spoke.

”Why have you been draining me with this anger? Is there something you wish to tell me? Or are you just trying to waste my time?” He says with his voice darker and rough as his optics stared up at your face for an answer.

You stay quiet for a moment before speaking “Megatron….Am I….Just a Conjunx?” Your red optics looked down at him as they narrowed. He was not happy with your question. His cervo wraps around your neck tightly as the other stays as a fist. His arm down at his side as he stared down at you know. “Yes. You are just a Conjunx…your only job is to look pretty….”

He leans closer to your helm “On My Lap..” He said in a lower voice. You had to really hold back to stop your tears from running down your face as you glared at him. Your cervos on his arm now trying to get it off.

”……” He stands there for a few seconds longer until he finally lets you go. You didn’t realize how much air you needed until your body responded on it’s own. His digits grabbing your chin and making you look straight up at him as his expression still hasn’t changed.

”Nothing more. Nothing less….Now go to the meeting room. And wait for me there until I come and join the others. ..,,Understood….” His digits gently squeezed at you chin

You only glared at him then closed your optics. Only barely able to nod your head. “Yes..Lord Megatron…” He finally grinned

”Good femme.” His dermas connect with yours. This kiss is dim and almost empty. You didn’t return it even as he tried to deepen the kiss pushing you against the wall a bit more. His hands resting on your waist and gently squeezing. You just stood there. Finally having your answer after so long. When he pulled away he was of course disappointed, then walked away.

”I expect to see you on time.” He walks out. You leaned against the wall. Sliding down as you kept your bond calm so he wouldn’t know your feelings through it. You couldn’t keep doing this but what can you do?

So you stood up and tried to appear normal as you. You made your way to the meeting room and waited for Megatron as the others chatted and waited. After some time Megatron made his way and when passing you. He dragged you from your chair and sat you on his lap. On top of one of his thighs as the others said nothing. He glanced at you and you instantly felt a pain through your spark. You knew then what he wanted you to do. You looked down your cervos on your own lap as he started speaking. Then the others spoke. You arm around his neck as the other remains on your lap. You felt his cervo and arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you a little closer. You were stuck like this for a good while.

Nothing was the same after that. He used you at times like eye candy and his affections were more…… lustful than with the love and compassion he once had for you.

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After a few months you woke up in your shared berth and noticed he was gone. You comm Soundwave asking about Megatron. He told you he left for a one on one fight. You sighed and thanked him. Getting up and starting with your day. Watching as time passed by. Before you know it your bond in your spark was in pain. After some time then regret? And then nothing? You were eating with breakdown and shockwave but as you guys talked. Suddenly….the bond broke. You. Were. In. Pain. You tried to keep it together but Shockwave could tell something must’ve happened with the spark bond. He told Breakdown and the two tried to calm you down from the pain. Eventually the pain ended. Now you were really confused.

You stayed in the ship for a good while as you and the Decepticons started to speak about what could’ve happened. Not to mention your spark bond breaking from him could be a clue. But before you guys knew it Megatron returned…WITH OPTIMUS!?!?

You all stood there confused and as he walked in. He actually showed a soft expression? You haven’t seen that look on his face for a very long time.

He spoke how he changed sides and how his way was wrong all along. He said we can change our ways. But no one, even you, were having it. Before you knew it. It was a fight for the all spark. You fought Elita, Arcee and Bumblebee.

Next thing Optimus shot the bridge as the all spark got there. Causing you all to lose all spark. Some of the other decepticons were able to escape but you weren’t thanks to bumblebee. You were given to the Autobots and tried your best to escape.

Megatron even tried speaking to you as Elita and Arcee try to hold you down. But you were of course much bigger than them. After some time as Megatron spoke and said Optimus Prime opened his eyes and realized his wrongs. He gave the sign for the two femme bots to let you go. You had stopped moving.

”Y/N look. I realized I didn’t treat you well…Please Y/N let me make it up to you. Join me and the Autobots so that we can fix our mistakes..” He rested his cervo on your shoulder and waited for a response. You then glanced at Optimus Prime who stood there not sure what to do. Before you knew it you punched Megatron on the chest making him fly back.

”…YOU TRADED ME FOR A TRUCK??!”

Megatron and the other Autobots were stunned as they stared at you

”Years of being treated like trash and some sort of eye candy for you. I fought by your side and what do you do to show your thanks?! Betray us! Break OUR Bond! And now to hold us captive if we don’t join you?! You are nothing more than a traitor- A CON!!!” You yelled then let out a chuckle at the end of disbelief. Megatron stayed silent once he stood back up. Optimus and the others just watched you.

”You ain’t worth bein with Megatron…..” Elita then grabs you arm as Arcee grabs the other and takes you to the Ghost base. Putting you in your own cell as Optimus, Bumblebee, and Megatron stayed behind. Megatron was deeply hurt. And it showed. Anger…and sadness.

You were in your cell for years. And watched as more and more decepticons got captured and put in cells around you. At times over the years as well. There are times Megatron would and wouldn’t visit you. But you’d never speak to him. Optimus often did though often for you two to talk about the past. Even admitting he wanted you to join him knowing you’d be great on the team. But he understood why you made your choice.

Every now and then you would shit chat with Elita and Arcee. Even flirted with the two a bit liking their spunk and realizing you guys have a lot in common. But everytime Megatron even passes by. You just turn back to him. This of course angered him every time. But he knows he can’t do anything.

After some time the other decepticons were captured. It was pretty nice to have a breakdown with you again. He was put in the cell next to you and the litttle fucker came with an idea that made you smile. So now every time Megatron passes by you and Breakdown always start conversation and even a bit of flirting as the others play along the cells. Except Soundwave of course. After some time when bumblebee was in a cell alongside you and the others. You are behind sound waves. But you didn’t speak to him either. Though you did throw in a few sassy lips towards him to annoy him. Breakdown was very proud.

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A few days later, the battle against mandroid happened. You only helped the Decepticons fight against the enemy because Breakdown convinced you and Soundwave. But you didn’t like it one bit. You fought alongside Bee. Far enough from Megatron while he was busy somewhere else.

After the battle you and the other decepticons leave. Though you were stopped for a moment before by a little red flying bot.

”Hi! You’re Y/N? Right? Weren’t you megatrons partner in crime once? Why not again?” You stared at the small one and tried swatting her away as you continued to walk away. Little did you know her face showed determination.

After a few months you and the other cons were hiding in the mountains trying to figure out what to do. Later one night you decided to take a drive. Having scanned a big car changing your alt mode but your size not changing much. As you drove you noticed a little aircraft following you. You tried to lose it through town but it wouldn’t go away. And then before you knew it. A dinosaur fell on you! Well smaller than Grimlock. Stopping you. And next thing you know there are other bots around in their alt mode. You transformed once at the forest closer to town as you made the dinosaur fly up after lifting him mid transformation.

Once standing you caught the dinosaur able to hold him easily in your cervos as if he was a baby on his middle. He did look like a baby as you stood there. His little arms and big legs then start wiggling.

”Help! I’ve been captured!”

The little red aircraft then lands in front of you as you stare down at her. “You again?” She does a cute little bow.

”I didn’t get to introduce myself better last time. I’m Twitch. The oldest Terran”

”Ahem” The blue one makes

”-One of the oldest of the Terrans. That Dino you got there is Jawbreaker.” You looked at him still holding him. His head turning back. So he’s looking at you upside down as his tail wagged. “HIIIIII”

”hm….” Is all you said. The other Terrans who were with them introduced themselves. Thrash, hashtag, and Nightshade.

”Nice to meet you all? Where is your sire and Carrier little ones?” They tell you about their human family and how they were born from a rock. You listened as you sat on the floor. Your back against a tree as you let the tiny dinosaur down. But because your legs were pretty much open. Your pedes (feet) touching. He decided and sit there and look up at he. he honestly looked like a puppy now who stared up at you.

As Twitch continued to tell you why she and the others camas to you. You mostly just stared down at her as she sat in front of you. You petted the dinosaur. His big tail wagging as the one named nightshade rested on your shoulder in their alt form. The one named thrash and Hashtag next to Twitch as she spoke.

Appearently Megatron told them you both were Conjunx and you saw him as a traitor. Which of course you did. After a few hours though they told you more about their life and what Megatron has done. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. But listening to all these other Terran speak. You start to understand their whole situation better. And then after they all spoke. You started speaking about how you and Megatron met.

You both were miners who worked everyday to no end. When he became a gladiator and gained a new purpose. He started courting you even though you two didn’t speak much before. After realizing what he was trying to do and what he represented then.

You fell in love with the con. And so you stayed by his side. You were his most loyal companion. And although you do like how the new Megatron was. He still changed without telling you and just doing something without you. You were his Conjunx for primus sakes. But he broke the bond and all. You had every right to hate him. Not to mention everything he put you through and yet remained loyal. Until everything went downhill. But you do wish you could find some way to forgive him. It’ll just take some time. You wont lie you noticed the changes in Megatron. You honestly love it but it’s a bit hard to truly forgive him. After you told them you noticed the little ones stare up at you.

”That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!” The one named thrash said sounding like she was crying as she jumped over your legs and hugged you waist as she cried.

You gently pat her back as the dinosaur remained at his spot. The owl is still at the same spot as well. That’s until you’re caught off guard when the blue one Thrash says he got an idea.

”What if! And hear me out! We set up a date for you and Megatron!!” You just stared at him with narrow optics as he looked up at you with a large grin. He then speaks

“It’ll be a great way to get you both to catch up and maybe get along as you two talk about the past!” You and the others stay quiet for a moment. Then Twitch spoke. “Thrash, that's a terrible idea. The date should be them trying to get along and restarting with their courtship so that they can start over. Megatron clearly showed that he still loves her. And you still love him right?”

You just stared at them then looked down at Jawbreaker still in his dinosaur alt mode. His little hands were gently clawing at your upper waist as he looked upon you.

”It’ll be a great restart and the pain will finally go away!” He says innocently. You looked down at him. Thinking. His chin then rests on your chest as he gives you the biggest puppy eyes (Something he learned from the baby bear in that one episode) you finally gave in, sighing. You placed both cervos on Jawbreakers and Hashtags back as the other cheered on the idea. Except Thrash who looked sad they didn’t go with his idea. You sighed knowing the cons won't like this. And with that after the kids left to return home to tell their family their plan. You head back to the other cons and tell them what happened.

They were honest in having no faith in Megatron returning even if you do try. Although the Autobots aren’t trying to destroy them, they know this. They don’t really want to try for the cause now and just care about turning home. You honestly don’t care for the cause now and just want a restart. The cons understood and Soundwave was the one to walk up to you to set a cervo on your shoulder. Wishing you good luck But if it ever comes to when he and the others must fight you. they won't hold back.

You understood and thanked him. Saying your goodbyes to the cons as they waved you goodbye. You made your way into town once more and drove around for a while. Until you bumped into Optimus. He was hiding alongside other trucks that didn't transform. Him saying he likes to park here from time to time because he enjoyed the music they play in the bar the truckers go to. You noticed one of the trucks was different and scanned it. You then told Optimus it be a fun way to torture him if he and you were to get back together. Optimus loved this idea and laughed. You then tell him about the Terrans plan as you both stay parked. And talked about the old days in wartime. Mostly the good times and funny stories from both sides of the Decepticons and Autobots.

After some time Optimus gave you the Terrans address. Knowing you would be a threat. So you took it and headed to their home.

—————————————————————————

As you made your way you noticed they lived in a barn. And they seem to be having a little party in the barn house? As you drove in front of it the door was opened. So everyone saw you in the middle of their game. You’d then stay there until they walk up to you. The mother speaking to you.

”Umm….Can we help you?” She stood a pretty good distance from you as the father stayed with the human kids. You’d then transform now kneeling before them as you hands land on the ground so then your lower. Your helm closer to her. “Dot I presume?”

The humans and Terrans recognized you. And Bumblebee of course. You and the human parents spoke for a moment. Already aware of the kids' plan.You let them know you were alright with the idea and later on stayed the night after watching them play their family game night.

-Back at the base with Megatron and Optimus-

Optimus mentions something about a date.

”whos date?”

”Yours.”

”……”

”With Y/N.”

”……?”

“The thing the kids came up with. Better dress sharp for your ex Megatron!” He chuckled as he left to bed.

”……………..….!” Megatron panicked

Hope y’all liked this one. It was fun to write this! Part 2 should be out some time tomorrow!

[acenturions]

Caged Bird

Travis wants a child. So even though you don’t want one…

contents: smut, travis has a gun to your head during it, baby trapping, domestic abuse, noncon, etc etc etc.

Travis had poked the condoms before having sex with you.

Since the day he had met you, he wanted to be with you forever. Have a family and raise them together, where he provides and you nurture. The last four years with you had been amazing, and it was time. Even if you didn’t think so.

When you held the pregnancy test in your hands, shaking and worried, “It’ll be okay. We can handle this.”

You didn’t want a child yet at all, still only in your early twenties. The job you had wasn’t too bad either. He leaned on doorway to the bathroom, scratching his hair.

“Travis, I don’t want to keep it.”

His demeanor seemed to change, the way he stood up and coughed. “It’s my child too, you know. I’d like to keep them.” The smile that followed afterward was sickly sweet. He hadn’t ever made you feel even a bit worried until now.

Remembering that case called Roe v. Wade that had been passed a few years ago, you had the idea to maybe go and just get rid of it. Having a child is a big commitment, and maybe in the future you could. Right now though? Yeah, no. “I’m not ready, Travis.”

He didn’t like that. The fact you wanted to just get rid of his seed, his child. His little baby boy or girl that was now growing inside of you. Getting rough with you is not also something he wants to do. But if he has to, he will.

He walks towards you and kneels, getting onto your level. “We’re keeping the baby, okay? We are. We can handle this.”

The look in his eyes was one of instability. It was right to question him sure, but he talked crazy sometimes, and you didn’t want to trigger that.

—

You had tried to leave him soon after. Living a life with a child you didn’t want was a nightmare. Might as well prevent it from happening.

It was when you were packing your bags that Travis had gotten home from work early and caught you in the act.

No words had to be exchanged, he knew. His heart was broken, just like that. You weren’t allowed to give up on him, to leave. So he had grabbed you by your shirt, twisting it as he slammed you against the wall.

“You aren’t fucking leaving us,” he panted.

Sobbing and fearing for your life, of course you caved. “I’m sorry Travis,” you managed to get out between tears.

His face seemed to soften, and he lets go, causing you to slide down onto the floor of your shared bedroom. “I love you, I’m sorry.” You said, trying to give him what he wanted.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be putting my hands on you, but, our child…” He paced around the room. “I’m gonna have to put restrictions on you baby, so you don’t leave.” He said so sweetly, as if he was talking to a child.

After that, he didn’t allow you to keep money. The rest of the pregnancy was miserable as well.

But for him it was amazing. You didn’t try to run, and kept that pretty little smile on your face. Though he missed the old you, the one that he had fallen in love with. But caging you didn’t make him fall out of love even one bit, because he’d love you whatever way you were.

There was less force after that too. When he forced himself onto you afterwards a hard day of work, you only sobbed. He could ignore that.

—

Travis as a father is interesting. He’s so gentle with your little girl, and he genuinely adores her. When you had came home from the hospital he took care of everything. “No baby, get some rest.”

He’d say, and then when you woke up the house would be neat, and he’d be fast asleep on the couch, the baby in the light pink bassinet he had bought with excitement.

But still, you couldn’t live like this. That deep seated feeling in your stomach of dissatisfaction, danger and worry grew more with each day. He’d be too protective of the child, wouldn’t give her a proper life. You knew it.

So you tried again.

Packing only what was needed and with the baby wrapped in your arms, you went for the door. He was fast asleep and you had taken money from his wallet.

You had tried to leave him again. It broke him even more, because he’s what you need.

If you could just accept that instead of constantly trying to run. He pulled the hammer back on his Magnum, and you knew not to even try running.

“I don’t want to have to hurt you, so please, just turn around.”

After getting the baby, he put her to sleep before coming back to you on the couch in the living room, head in your hands.

He still had his revolver in his hands. “I just want to feel like you love me again.” He took a seat right next to you.

“Just a single blowjob where you don’t cry, please?”

The lump in your heart expanded. You hated him, but you hated the idea of dying more. So you got onto your knees, getting his penis out of his boxers.

“Good, good…” He groaned as you licked the tip of his penis. “I love you so much.”

He took his left hand and pushed your head down onto his cock, almost enjoying the way you seemed to struggle. “Fuck, baby…”

Putting the gun to your head with his right, he whimpered. “I’m already so so close…”

Thankfully so. You could feel him buck into your throat, breathing out of your nose for air. “I love you, so so much. Just the best woman I’ve ever met…”

After that, he orgasmed. You could feel his semen go down your throat, and you wanted to gag. Cry in a corner and until you couldn’t anymore. But you held those tears in due to fear. He finally go of you, enjoying the faint pleasure he got from just watching you cough.

“You love me baby?” He put the gun down beside him, looking at you with nothing but pure love. That’s what scared you.

You forced a smile on your face, reciprocating his love. “Of course I love you.”

[xo-myloves]

I NEED size kink with Axl

Ofc doll!!

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛༞༞༞༞

Axl wasn’t the biggest man out of the band, but one part of him was, his personality, I’m fucking with you, it’s his cock.

He used that thing like no one else’s, he was 5,9, 137 pounds, with a fucking nine inch cock, he was hung like a horse, it was so fucking big, I could see it in my stomach when we had intercorse, he always made it a point to do this.

He wanted to see himself in me, he wanted to see what he did to me, he never had mercy, worst part was when we got together I was a fucking virgin..

So he was my first and my latest, I never got used to it, I never could, I wasn’t the smallest girl but I wasn’t the biggest, I was only 5,3, but I was more heavy set, big rack and big ass, fat thighs, case in point why axl loved having sex with me.

It was more that he liked I was his only one, I was all his, I was the one he could destroy, I was his fuck toy. His words.

✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢

“You’re my little fucking toy aren’t you, ain’t that right doll?” Axl spoke while pumping me like no other, this time though. He was an animal, yanking my hair, smacking my ass, pushing a vibrator to my clit, while he slammed into me, it was all too much.

“Fucking take it, be the good slut you are.” Axl barked into my ear, his sweaty chest pressed against my back, his hair touching my cheek, his hand having a grip on my ass while the other tugged on my hair, making me look up at him.

His eyes looked so pretty, they were so green, and when he got aroused, he would go so fast… so fast, this time was so much different, he has never gone so hard.

His fingers went to my skull, digging his nails into my scalp, his pinky nail being extra long, his breath going into my ear, his pants only got louder the harder he went, his other hand went down to my stomach pressing on it hard so he could feel his cock pumping inside of me.

“Do you fucking feel that? That’s my fucking cock.” Axl gritted his teeth into my ear, my ass cheeks were clapping against his thighs, the sounds were bouncing off the four walls, ringing in my ears.

I nodded my head with lots of moans, my thighs shaking so instinctively, I barely could control my body, my mouth? My words? Forget about it.

“D-daddy shit, I’m g-gonna f-f-fucking c-cu-um!” I screamed, this sparked something in axl, making his eyes light up with fire, his body reacting immediately, he slammed my head down into the bed, grabbing my hips as he towered over me, slamming into me even harder, pulling all the way out and pushing all the way back in, making cum gush out of me like a water fountain.

I couldn’t help to moan his name like a melody, my eyes rolled back, thighs shaking, my mouth wide open, axl couldn’t give a shit, he reached around my ass and hips, slipping his fingers to my clit, rubbing it at a rapid speed, I was so hyper sensitive it wasn’t even funny.

“We’re not done until you’re filled with my fucking cum.” Axl grunted into my ear, letting my cum drip down of me and him, I barley heard him, I was barley awake, my high was so strong, he didn’t give me a minute to breath, I felt like I couldn’t breath, I felt like I was going to pass out.

Axls pace didn’t stop, only getting more sloppy and messy, he was getting close and I felt it, his grunts got more louder, which was so fucking hot, nothing is better than a man moaning straight into your ear when you are wet and sweaty, best combo.

“Fucking shit.” Axl moaned more louder this time, his dick stretching me so far, making my pussy the perfect shape for him, I wrapped around him just the way he wanted.

My eyes were so hazy and glossy from all the pleasure, I’ve never felt such bliss, with axls last hit and thrusts, leaving his full length inside of me, filling me up with all his cum, making sure every drop was left inside of me.

“God I fucking love you so god damn much.”



[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 6)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Heavy Make Out and Mentions of Sexual Thoughts.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.9K 

Summary: Y/N's jealousy leads them to some office fun and Rafe surprises her outside of work.

Masterlist

Sofia Fiore is one of Cameron Developments' most important clients. Having a social media following of twenty-six million, the up-and-coming social star is good for business. This means that when she asked to speak to Mr. Cameron personally, she got her request granted. It’s no secret that Rafe is a young and attractive individual, and she makes it quite obvious that she thinks exactly that. Rafe sits rigidly at his desk while Sofia’s shoulders are relaxed against the back of her chair and she crosses one leg over the other. They stretch out so that her feet graze Rafe’s shoes under his desk. Y/N begins to grow annoyed at Sofia’s high-pitched voice. 

“And I want it to be done by next year. I need somewhere pretty to entertain all of my male guests,” she notes, eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner. Rafe ignores the obvious suggestion of her words, “I can assure you that we will do our best to finish it on time. Now, you said you wanted something in Manhattan. I can take a look after the meeting at different properties for sale and go over the possibilities in another meeting.” Sofia nods at his statements and he can feel her heeled foot, going up his leg. He straightens even more and moves Sofia’s foot off of him. Unbeknownst to the two, Y/N is standing at the door, watching the whole thing. She loudly clears her throat and heads over to place the paperwork to sign on his desk. When she leaves the room, she opens the door even more. 

“Perfect! How about we wrap up the meeting with some coffee?” Sofia suggests, not waiting for an answer before going to sit on the couch. Rafe passes a look to Y/N through the door, asking her to do what the client wants as he goes to sit on the loveseat instead of the couch beside the woman. He doesn’t want to entertain her any longer, but she is essential to the company. Seeing where he sits, Sofia gets off of the couch to sit beside him. Very close. She swings one leg so that it is practically over both of his legs. Before he could nudge it off, Y/N walks in and jealousy bubbles in the pit of her stomach. She walks by and ‘accidentally’ knocks Sofia’s leg off of Rafe. Y/N sets the coffee down and goes back to her desk. Her ear is still open to the conversation they are having. Sofia places a hand on his bicep, “So do you work out?”

“I don’t think that is an appropriate question for work.”

“Aww, come on. Just indulge me. Maybe, you can help me figure out what equipment to put in my gym. Or help me with a workout.”

“I do work out, but that’s beside the point.”

“I think that's the whole point.”

She moves her hand on his chest and starts to trail it down. Y/N doesn’t think that Sofia can take a hint and she is sick of her flirting. She makes her last entrance into the office. Y/N sits herself on Rafe’s lap, swatting Sophia’s hand away. She turns his head towards her and gives him a passionate kiss. She places her lips near his ear and says loud enough for Sofia to hear, “What should we get for dinner, babe?” Rafe is a little disappointed that she doesn’t use his usual nickname but is very pleased at how hot he finds her jealous. “Ms. Fiore, my assistant will get back to you with another date for the next meeting. Goodbye,” he doesn’t even look in Sofia’s direction as he dismisses her with a wave of the hand. Her heels decreasing volume signals she finally got the message and has left the room. 

Rafe gets up to close the door; Y/N raises with him. He turns towards her with a dark look in his eyes. He stalks towards her until her back hits the wall, slamming his hand on the wall above. His finger finds itself under her chin and he lifts it towards him. “What you did is very unprofessional,” he chides, tapping her chin. She stares into his eyes, “She wasn’t getting the message, Boss.” 

“You don’t have to worry about her, Butterfly. I only have eyes for you.”

He smirks down at her and smacks his lips onto hers. Her hands find their way to his hair, running through it. He brings a hand down to the back of her leg and brings it up to his hip. Her gentle tugs on his hair cause him to moan into her mouth. He hikes the other leg up, putting some weight against her chest with his to keep her from falling while he adjusts her. He carries her over to his desk and places her on top of it. “Rafe, do you want to get lun-” Topper pauses as he walks in because of the sight before him. His jaw drops and he stands there for a minute. He moves out of the doorway, closing the door behind him. Rafe and Y/N pull apart, fixing their disarray clothes and hair. 

“If you guys are going to have sex in the office, you might want to lock the door before this turns into an HR issue,” he advises, lounging on the couch. The couple join him in the couch area. Rafe gives him an offended look, “We were not going to have sex. Someone just got a little jealous of Ms. Fiore.” Topper gives Y/N a funny look. “Aren’t you guys fake dating?” Y/N glares towards Topper, “You know we are!” “That didn’t seem fake to me,” he begins to argue. “But really, you have to be more careful about professionalism at work. This relationship is supposed to fix a PR scandal, not cause one.” He gets up to leave but turns to make one final comment. “Oh. And Rafe, you are going to lunch and paying to help make up for what I just saw.”

——

Work after the Fiore incident was really stressful for Rafe. The Board members came to complain about everything and he was in back-to-back meetings. He let Y/N leave earlier in the day when it started to look like he was going to stay late. He called her once he was finally able to get some time to himself and she told him to come over, which he did right away. 

The door swings open to Y/N in her sleeping shorts and tank top. Her shorts are so short that when she turns to guide them to her room, the bottom of her bum peeks out from the material. It takes everything in him not to bring her pussy onto his face, but the setup in her room helps him resist. The room is filled with the sound of ocean waves and the scent of citrus. The room is dim, lit only with candles instead of the overhead light. She orders him to lie down on the bed and squirts some massage oils onto her hands so she can start rubbing his forehead in concentric circles. He sighs in relaxation, enjoying the warmth of her fingers. Once she stops the messaging, she peppers his face with kisses and he can’t get enough of it. She grabs one of her towel headbands and pushes his hair back with it. Next, she goes to get something from her desk and returns with a package in her hand. The face mask is placed on his face, smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheet. Her giggles sound throughout the room at how adorable he looks. 

A few minutes later, she takes it off for him, giving him a kiss on his nose. “Can we cuddle?” he pouts, needing a little more of her physical touch. She grins at his request and lies down on the bed beside him. He turns into her touch, placing his head on her breasts. One hand laces through his hair and the other goes to his bareback. Her nails start gently scratching his scalp and back. This soothes Rafe to sleep pretty quickly. Y/N smiles down at him sleepily and gives him a kiss to the temple. 

——

The next morning Rafe wakes up with his head still on Y/N’s chest. Her eyes are still closed and her soft breathing almost lulls him back to sleep. However, he wants to get up and cook her breakfast as thanks for what she did last night. He slowly removes himself from her grasp, heading towards the kitchen. Juni sitting at the kitchen island stops him in his tracks. “Morning, Big C. Did you enjoy your pillow?” she taunts with her lips pulled wide and her teeth showing. He gives a playfully annoyed look, “My pillow was great. Thanks for asking. I’m about to make Y/N and me some breakfast. Do you want some?” 

“Sure, I’d love some.” He looks through the fridge and starts pulling out some stuff to cook. The eggs are cracked and whisked together before being put into a pan to make scrambled eggs. As he moves on to making the bacon, he starts to think about what Juni calls him whenever they see each other. “Hey, I got a question for you,” he thinks out loud.

“Shoot.” 

“Why do you call me Big C? Why not Big R for my first name?”

“I’m not sure I should say, Big C.”

“Ohh, come on. You can tell me. I won’t get upset. Promise.”

“Fine. Well, as you know, your last name starts with a C. But I also call you that because I just know that you have a bigass cock. I mean you radiate big dick energy. Y/N doesn’t know that’s why so don’t tell her. She’d kill me.”

The laugh Rafe lets out could move the earth and it certainly moves Y/N from her sleeping position in her bed. She sleepily walks into the kitchen with her hands rubbing her eyes, “What has you so happy this early in the morning?” “Nothing, Butterfly. Juni just told me a really good joke,” he lies, bringing her to his side to give her a kiss. Y/N shrugs off the lie and gets to work on snacking on the stuff he already cooked.  

——

Alexander, Juni, and Y/N are all watching a movie in his apartment. It was one of the rare nights in which they all didn’t have work at night or early in the morning, so they could stay up for as long as they wanted. Alexander excuses himself to get the pizza from the front entrance. “What do you think of Alexander?” Juni questions, looking at the doorframe where he just walked out from. Y/N looks at her with a smirk, “I think he is a really great friend.” 

“Not as a friend, but as a romantic interest, Sweetie”

“Ahh. Well, he isn’t my type, but he is definitely cute. I mean he’s a hot firefighter for heaven's sake. What isn’t there to like?”

Juni nods in agreement, “But do you think maybe he prefers guys more than girls? He’s dated mostly guys since we’ve known him.” 

“I’m not going to pretend like I know what it is like to be bi or bi preferences, but maybe the reason for that is because all the people he’s liked just so happened to be males. Not the other way around.” 

“True. I’ll think about it, Sweetie”

Alexander returns soon after with the pizza and the friend group eats their slices. Eventually, Y/N gets a call from Rafe and she heads back to their apartment to take the call. “So she’s definitely falling for Big C,” Juni comments to break the silence. Alexander chuckles, “Yeah, I think maybe I should follow her lead and fake date one of my co-workers.” 

“Well, how about you fake date me instead? Or better yet, you can just date me.”

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, only if you want to.” 

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that ever since we met.” 

She grins at him and gives him a sweet kiss. They break apart, a little more comfortable with the idea of a romantic relationship, so they cuddle as they watch the rest of the movie.

——

Y/N has to leave work early today to get to the other side of town. Rafe offered to drive her, but she knew that he had an important meeting that he shouldn’t miss. She packs up her stuff to leave and goes to his office to say goodbye. “I’m going to head out now. I’ll call you when I’m done at Nancy’s exhibit,” she informs, leaning down to give him a kiss. He leans into the kiss, “Okay, send me a text when you get there. Also, take lots of pictures for me.” She giggles at his excitement to see Nancy’s art and nods. He really wishes that he could go. His eyes follow her out of the room. He prepares for the meeting, genuinely disappointed that he can’t be there for Nancy or get to spend time with Y/N. And then he remembers that he is the boss. If he doesn’t want to be in a meeting right now, he doesn’t need to be in one.

He dials Topper's phone line and tells him to come to his office. “I need you to lead the meeting and have your assistant take minutes. I’m leaving earlier,” Rafe orders, patting his pockets to make sure he has everything. Topper’s face turns to confusion, “Why? Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to meet up with Y/N.”

“Rafe, do you really think it is a good idea to go?”

“What’s wrong with going?” 

“You don’t think you are getting a little caught up in this fake relationship? I mean, you guys are kissing when there is no one around and even though you already went to the wedding, you guys haven’t called off your relationship. Everyone has forgotten what the contractors have said.” 

“I really don’t see the problem. We both know the relationship isn’t real. It really isn’t any of your business anyway. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going before I am late.”

——

The hallway of the gym is crowded with excited family members and friends waiting for the gym doors to open for the class exhibit. Rafe’s tall stature helps him easily spot Y/N and her parents in the crowd. He fights his way to her, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention. She turns around perplexed but it quickly turns to elation when she sees who is there. She jumps to wrap her arms around his neck, “Boss, what are you doing here?” He laughs at her excitement, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I realized that I owned the company and could get others to attend meetings for me. This is more important,” he explains. Nate overhears the conversation, “That is very sweet, Rafe. I know Nance will be very excited to see you.” “Thank you, Nate. I am very excited to see her art,” he admits with his arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist. The doors finally open and they rush in to get to Nancy. 

The massive smile on Nancy’s face when she sees her family is heart melting. Her eyes land on Rafe and her cheeks heat up as red as a tomato. She gives everyone a hug. “So little artist, show us your work,” Rafe demands, turning over to the section saved for the youngest Y/L/N. Nancy nods, pulling him over to her paintings. Every time Nancy and Rafe are in the same room, her full attention is on him and he is wrapped around her finger. His eyes glance over her work when they are drawn to one particular. The vibrant colours attract his eyes first and the shallow depth of field of the painting draws his eyes to two people. Y/N wears her dusty blue dress, wrapped in Rafe’s arms. His eyes are on her and the love he has for her is glaringly obvious. Nancy really captured his feelings at that moment.

Y/N comes up behind him and snuggles herself under his arms. She looks at the painting with a fond smile, “It’s beautiful, Nance. I love it.” “How much?” are the only words Rafe can utter. Nancy’s lips fall agape, “Excuse me?” “How much do you want for the painting?” he clarifies, approaching the painting to look at the detail. 

“Oh, you don’t have to pay for it. I can just give it to you.”

“No, I want to pay for this one. That way you can put it on your resume that you sold a painting. Is ten thousand enough?”

“No…no…no… That is too much. I didn’t pay for supplies and I didn’t even spend that much time on it.”

“Nonsense, I’ll put it towards your post-secondary education. You can use it for art school. I insist.”

Phoebe and Nate try to argue with Rafe that he didn’t have to pay, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

——

Rafe stares at the level and adjusts the frame of the painting based on it. Once he is satisfied that it is straight, he gets down from off of the bed. She walks into the room after doing her nighttime routine to see where he placed the painting. “You aren’t really going to put that there?” Y/N asks, settling herself into his bed. She stares up at the painting above. Rafe is heading to the bathroom but stops, “Of course, that way I can stare at your beautiful face before I go to sleep when you are not with me.”

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Could I get hc for where the M6 find MC badly injured?. Not like on deaths door but like they'll need a strict week of bedrest to recover.

How they would react to finding MC?, how they would react knowing someone out there hurt MC on purpose? and how they would spend the week looking after MC?.

Mainly curious for Asra/Nadia and Muriel but all the m6 would be appreciated.

The Arcana HCs: When M6 find MC badly injured

~ @fox-daddy oh, I hope you're ready for some bittersweet angst while I run with this classic romantic moment :3 hope you enjoy these, friend! - brainrot ~

CW for brief descriptions of violence, physical pain/injury, and the M6 being very, very upset

-- to set the scene --

You had spent the afternoon in the forest gathering more stock for the shop, and lost track of time in the process. By the time you were ready to leave the sun was already setting and it was getting harder to see where you were going.

The first sign you had of an attacker was the feeling of being slammed harder than you thought possible on the back of the head. Everything that followed was fuzzy - being hit a few more times around your torso and face, a figure with its face hidden, and eventually being thrown against a wall while your bag was yanked away.

You don't know when you fell asleep, but when you open your eyes, you're back in your shop with your beloved bending over you.

Julian

His hands are steady on your bruises, but when you meet his eyes you can hear his breaths and see the curls around his face shaking

"MC?" He asks worriedly, "Can you tell me where it hurts?"

He doesn't leave the house while you're recovering. He's grateful for any help Mazelinka, Portia, Nadia, or Asra offers, but he insists on treating you himself and does so with total care and devotion

It's one of the moments when you're grateful for his cold hands, because they're so soothing on your tender skin

As you recover enough to be more aware of your surroundings, you start to realize just how the incident is affecting him

You can hear him pacing and muttering and swearing when he thinks you're asleep, trying to figure out how this happened and who did it and how to bring your attacker to justice

And at the same time, you know that no matter how many times he apologizes for not being there and you tell him that it's not his fault, he's going to blame himself

At one point Mazelinka gives you both bowls of soup laced with sleeping medicine

When he's able to forget your attacker, though, he's in his element

He's willing and able to give you everything you need: healing, company, laughter, love, and devotion, all without limits

Though he's very relieved when Nazali catches the assailant lurking outside your shop as they bring their apprentice more supplies and knocks them to the ground

Asra

The first thing you see is their hair twice as fluffed out as usual because they've been running their hands through it

As soon as he sees you're awake, he's gently skimming a thumb across your cheek and putting on a strained smile. "Oh, my love. Everything's going to be alright."

Salim and Julian, who have both studied medicine, are already in the shop helping Asra heal you while Aisha keeps you comfortable

As soon as you're recovered enough, Asra's offering you all kinds of safety options after layering the building in protective magic

Would you feel safer in the Palace? In the woods? In Nopal? Say the word and they'll take you anywhere you want to go

Is very gentle and cautious about how he asks you what happened

Stays so extremely calm and unruffled while you're healing that you know they're feeling some pretty awful things and that they have no intention of letting any of them show until you're better

Behind the scenes, he's stealing away whenever you're asleep to pass all the information he has about your attacker on to Nadia, who is determined to bring them to justice

They're not the type to try to restrict you in the name of safety, but they're teaching you every kind of defense magic they know

Nobody does comfort like Asra does. You won't have to go through a moment of pain or fear without him right there to pull you into his arms and hold you as long as you need him to to feel safe

Nadia

She's putting on a brave face but you can tell from the wrinkle between her eyebrows that she's very, very shaken

"Don't fret, my darling, you're safe now. Don't move. I've summoned our best physicians. Is there anything you desire? Anything I may fetch for you?"

As soon as you're cleared to move she's relocating you to the Palace where she can keep you safe and stay by your side

She is so dedicated to staying available to you, in fact, that she moves all of her meetings into the room next to yours so that she can hear you if you so much as cough

And if she does hear you in any kind of discomfort, she's dropping everything and rushing over

She'll move your head to her lap, bring food and water to your mouth, call for blankets and soup or ice cream and fans depending on your temperature, and trace your face with her fingertips until you fall asleep or force her to go back to work

You are her absolute priority

She's not going to tell you until later, but she is very, very angry

The cold kind of angry, that makes it difficult for her to be fair in her dealings. She has every connection both in and out of Vesuvia on a manhunt for your attacker

As soon as she hears that they've been apprehended, she has them detained until you're recovered enough to get out of bed

She wants justice, but she wants closure for you too, and the opportunity for you to obtain both for yourself

Muriel

As triggered and panicked as he is, Muriel has unfortunately gotten enough combat experience to have in-depth knowledge of how to care for someone who's been attacked

When you open your eyes, his expression is shifting between angry and terrified and deeply, deeply hurt, but his touch is gentle and safe and feather-light and he has water and painkillers already out

He doesn't want to overwhelm you with noise so he won't start talking until you do

He'll lock up the shop and carry you back to the hut as soon as possible, where he knows it's safe for you and for him

He's used to living with his own pain, but now he's becoming angry on your behalf and it's making him conflicted because he hates doing anything that could cause violence

So he sends Inanna with a note to Asra, explaining what happened briefly and asking them to pass the message on to Nadia so they can help

The two of them are quick to send everything you could need your way, and Muriel finds it much easier to accept help when it's for you instead of for him

Julian even makes the trek out once or twice to help you, and in the process tells everyone he meets about what happened and the state you're in

With the whole town on the hunt for whoever hurt their heroes, it's a matter of days before the attacker is caught. It's a miracle they make it to jail in one piece

Portia

The first thing you see are her tear-filled eyes, and the second thing you feel (after the aches across your body) are the steady drip of them falling onto your chest

"MC! Oh, I'm so glad you're awake. I'm so sorry - I'm so sorry!"

It's only a few more minutes before Julian and Mazelinka burst through the door, Julian carrying his doctor's kit and Mazelinka brandishing an honest-to-arcana pirate cutlass

Portia doesn't hide her determination to get justice for you as she carries you into Nadia's carriage to take you back to her cottage

She's holding your head and torso in her arms, helping you give Nadia a description of what happened while she presses her handkerchief to her eyes to keep her tears from dripping on you

She's the best nurse you could ask for

Whatever you can stomach, she'll cook it. If you're too hot, she's throwing open the windows and fanning you. If you're too cold, she's snuggling next to you and sharing her body heat

And if you're scared or hurting, she's cradling your face in her hands and crying all her tears for you. She develops a habit of kissing you right next to each injury every morning and night

When you're asleep, she's talking to every person she knows (which is a lot) and recruiting them to catch your attacker

By the time Nadia hears that they were found, it's almost too late to get them safely into custody

Lucio

His lips are white. All the blood has left his face, and his jaw is clenched so tightly to keep from chattering that you're worried it's going to crack

"MC? MC, are you awake? Does it hurt? What do you need?"

You notice that he's keeping his metal arm angled far, far away from you, where the metal can't bump any of your injuries, and his regular hand is fluttering all over your body like he's scared that he'll make it worse if he touches you

You quickly notice that there's several neighbors in the shop as well, and you learn that Lucio was so loud when he called for help that half the town already knows what's happened

He doesn't want to hurt you, so he guards you instead

He stays watchful at your bedside, sword resting by his hand, so that you know you're safe enough to fall asleep and heal

He'll only sleep if it's on the floor next to you, or in the same bed after you've told him multiple times that it won't hurt you

He'll happily tell you all kinds of tall tales to keep you distracted, and he practices all the patience he's developed with every friend and doctor that stops by to help instead of blowing up at them out of fear

All his anger has to go somewhere, though, so when an old connection from the heart district tells him that your attacker's been spotted, well

The only reason he doesn't kill them is because he thinks it would be too kind

[juiles]

Mean to me

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Summary: you’ll find out ;) from the sticking out sucks au.

Tags: angst

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A/N: this is a request from the sticking out sucks au and i know it’s really short but i’m really struggling with my mental health due to work problems and i’m really sorry about that!

Also, i went the Jonas Brothers concert last weekend and it was AMAZING. My best friend and i had the best time spending the weekend together!!!

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Y/n’s pov

I sat atop the cliff crouched down with my pistol as i watched the team swerve in and out. I had been told to stay put. To not move which sucked because I could fight just as well as them but I’m not about to go against the orders and be screamed at. I heard a rustle in the bushes beside me and whipped around holding my gun out ready to shoot until Wanda stepped out. “It’s just me. It’s time to get back to the jet.” She said in the same cold tone I’m used to.

I stood and followed her to the jet, once aboard I sat in the back after grabbing my bag and waited for the rest of the team to trickle in. “Why didn’t you step up?” I looked up to see Steve standing over me. “We needed the help.”

“Stay put. Don’t move in no circumstances. Do you hear me?” I said standing up. “Your exact words Steve. I’m not about to go against orders.” Natasha stormed on to the jet, her eyes gleaming.

“I almost got shot out there kid! Where the hell were you?!”

“Being lazy as usual?” Tony said as he plopped down in the drivers seat of the quinjet and took off. I stumbled back and fell into the seat earning a quiet giggle from Wanda making me close my eyes and turn around in my seat.

A Few Hours Later/ Wanda’s POV

Nat and I were curled up in our room with a sitcom on the background as her fingers ran through my damp hair. “She was cute on the jet today. The way she stood up to Steve.”

“Hmmm… who?” Nat asked quietly.

“Y/N. Steve told her to stay put and when he tried to ream her out she stood up to him.” I said looking up at her, her face scrunched up in a thinking look.

“He told her that?” She asked looking down at me. “I reamed her out too… I didn’t mean too… I thought-“

“You do that a lot my love.” I sighed. She pouted looking back at the ceiling.

“I don’t mean to come off so harsh…” She muttered. I shrugged and let out a yawn making her chuckle. “Alright. Time to sleep detka.” Tasha pressed a kiss to my head and turned the tv off before the two of us settled down. I heard her soft snores pretty quick but couldn’t seem to settle myself.

I stood after unwrapping her arms from around my waist and made my way to the kitchen, passing y/n’s door. I froze hearing quiet sobs coming from her room. My heart shattered as I leaned against the wall for a few minutes before I heard shuffling and quickly ducked around the corner just in time to avoid being seen by y/n coming out of her room. A soft click announcing her closing her door behind her as her feet padded down the hall.

I followed down slowly, giving her time to do what she needed to do before entering the room. The way the girl froze and slammed the carton of milk down on the counter before she quickly shoved it into the fridge, grabbed the mug she had taken out back in the cupboard and quickly shuffled out of the kitchen making my heart sink even lower.

[shootingstarpilot]

In Which Helix Loses His Godsdamned Temper

A gift for my dear friend @themonopolyhat, who wanted to know how the swivel chair race briefly mentioned in Chapter 11 of like lightning changing hands went down <3

Helix and sleep are passing acquaintances at best.

Not enemies, no- he's not a fool. He's a good medic. He knows sleep is important. Even for the clones, who were conditioned to function on half as much sleep as a human nat-born- toxic byproducts need to be processed. New neural pathways need to be formed. Memories need to be filed away. So of course he makes time for it. He most certainly doesn't need Needle coaxing him away from his desk or switching out his stims or shoving him down onto a cot and sitting on him until he passes out- no matter how much the younger medic might protest otherwise-

But. His point.

He makes room for it. Their moments of true downtime are few and far between, but Helix always makes sure to squeeze in a treasured nap or two when he gets the chance.

Which is why, when he's rudely awoken by shouting outside the medbay door that is not immediately followed by the reveal of some horrific injury, Helix decides he's well overdue to rain hellfire down on whatever hapless idiots decided to work out their post-campaign jitters right outside his fucking medbay.

He pulls the pillow off his head, rolls to his feet, and stalks towards the door, carefully selecting his most threatening expression and arranging it appropriately.

When the door slides open, he inhales-

And then lets the air out again in a slightly anticlimactic whoosh when he comes face to face with an empty hallway.

Feeling immensely irritated, he steps out of the doorway and glances to the left and right.

Where-?

The noise is barely a ripple at the back of his mind, at first. Almost indistinguishable from the ever-present rumbling of the engines.

Then it very quickly overtakes it.

Helix, operating solely on well-honed instinct, flattens himself against the wall just in time for a blur of motion to careen around the corner. They slow as they hit the curve, just enough for him to make out-

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Auks, on the swivel chair, gripping both edges with white-knuckled hands- Wooley, hands on the back of the chair, moving at a dead sprint-

Auks' gaze flickers up just enough to catch Helix's eyes, wild glee melting into a pants-pissing terror. They disappear around the next corner, and Helix indulges in a mental pat on the back when he hears Auks' distant shriek of-

"Go faster!"

Right.

He lets them go. He'll catch up with them later.

After a moment's consideration, he steps into the middle of the hallway, studying the water stain on the ceiling with all the appearance of sincere diligence.

The distant rumbling grows louder.

Hm. He should think about filing a work order with Maintenance.

Underneath, now, the sound of footsteps-

They don't want to let that pipe burst, after all.

"OhshitohfuckCOVER-"

He doesn't move.

A screeching noise, an even louder scream-

A tangle of limbs tumbles past his left, slamming into the corner with a force that Helix deliberately doesn't wince at.

Longshot is the first to sit up, carefully disentangling himself from the pathetic remains of the chair. He doesn't look at all frightened when he looks up at Helix.

Just resigned.

"In my defense," he says, rolling his shoulder assessingly, "I told them this location was a bad idea."

"It was," Helix agrees, poisonously sweet.

Gearshift is the next to emerge, clutching at his face. Longshot pats him on the back. "All good?"

Faintly muffled, slightly more stuffy-

"You broke my nose!"

"I broke your nose?"

"You!" Gearshift amends, pointing at Helix, the effect of his glare somewhat lessened by the blood pouring between his fingers. "What were you thinking?"

"Standing in the hallway?"

"Y-"

Gearshift falters.

Helix smiles at him.

"Do you know how big this ship is, Gearshift?" he says mildly.

"Pretty big, sir," Gearshift mutters.

"Do you know how often I have time to nap?"

"Probably not very often, sir."

"Do you know how loud you idiots were?"

"No, sir."

"This was the third round, though," Longshot adds blithely. "Can't have been too bad if you slept through the other two-"

"Shut your mouth," Helix says pleasantly. "Where are the others?"

Longshot points.

"Right," Helix says, already running through his death-be-upon-you-if-you-try-this-banthashit-again speech in the back of his mind. He jabs a finger at Gearshift. "Stay here. I want to take a look at your nose when I get- stop tilting your head back, do you want to asphyxiate on your own blood? I'll be right back."

He stalks off without waiting for an answer.

The others aren't far off. Two hallways down and Helix can already make out the cheerful chatter, rising alongside his blood pressure.

"-and Auks clocked in at three minutes on the dot, fastest lap yet," Waxer says cheerfully. Helix picks up his pace. "Right, Trapper, you're up- who's your partner?"

Trapper is, however, doomed to a life of loneliness, because it's at that precise moment that Helix rounds the corner and launches into a lecture that will be whispered about among the shinies for years to come.

"-swivel chairs! Fucking swivel chairs, I thought you were all supposed to be soldiers, not tubies running along the godsdamned catwalks-"

Trapper shrinks backwards, ducks his head, and his patient resignation drives Helix's ire to new heights-

"-had the entire ship to be suicidal in, but no, you had to plot out your fucking racecourse directly outside my fucking medbay when I was getting the first sleep I'd had in three days-"

Waxer scuffs his foot against the floor, looking like he's considering taking a step backward, and then thinks better of it-

"-slammed his head into the wall and broke his fucking nose, if he'd hit half an inch higher his brains would've spilled out like soup because you couldn't even think to use your fucking helmets-"

Boil seizes the opportunity when Helix is forced to stop for breath.

"We did have supervision," he points out. "Medical. So, you know- we got cleared-"

"Who," Helix grits out, "the fuck-"

The crowd pulls back like the tide, and Helix stares.

Stitch stares up at him from where he's perched on the edge of yet another swivel chair, white-faced.

Needle, holding onto the back, offers him a wave.

"Integrated supervision," he says cheerfully. "New management principle I heard about, thought we could give it a try-"

A muscle in Helix's jaw jumps.

"You two," he grits out, "with me. And the rest of you-" he snaps, at the rustle of a collective relieved sigh- "pull this banthashit again, and I'll deliver you to Grievous hog-tied on a platter- now, am I understood?"

At the affirmative murmurs, he turns on his heel and strides off, followed hurriedly by his two renegade medics.

The strained silence is broken only by two sets of footsteps for some time.

"Stitch," Helix says, after a moment, "get off the chair."

A pause. Then three sets of footsteps.

Then, so quiet Helix has to strain to hear it-

"Is Gearshift okay?"

Helix closes his eyes and forces a slow exhale out through his nose.

(His head is pounding.)

"Yeah," he says, making a conscious effort to gentle his voice. "Just a broken nose. No other trauma that I could tell. You deal with that when we get back, okay? Run him through the gauntlet. Use your best judgement."

"Okay, Helix."

The silence gains a certain obnoxious quality to it.

"And you," Helix says, considering-

Then it hits him.

"You can put that nutritional learning module to use," he decides. "Kitchens. Run through the new requisition forms with Terror. Help him rebuild a sustainable menu; the routine shipments got changed last week."

Needle does not appear half as peeved as Helix would like him to.

He catches Helix's glare and grins, irrepressibly sunny. "Will do, boss. Terror and I are friends, I like his company."

"Terror doesn't do friends."

"Mm, fair. We're nemeses, then. I think that's the closest thing he has."

Helix's glower darkens.

The rest of the walk back is silent.

They split when they reach the medbay. Stitch heads for Gearshift immediately- and Longshot, who, Helix notes with mild surprise, had stayed with him. Needle peels off for the kitchens, humming under his breath with a nonchalance that makes Helix want to deck him.

And Helix-

Helix heads for his office.

All inclination towards sleep has vanished. He grits his teeth, settles into his chair, rubs at his forehead-

He's sure there's some flimsiwork he can get ahead on.

Later:

After he realizes exactly why Stitch is skittering away from him at every turn-

After he sits him down and patiently explains that the absolute worst punishment he will ever receive- the punishment for the Fuck-Up Of All Fuck-Ups, the punishment if he is found to be unfit for medical work- will be being reassigned to a different unit-

After he sees their youngest primary off to bed, guilt still pulling his shoulders low and dragging at his steps-

Needle comes back.

The first Helix knows of this is when a knock at his office door rouses him from staring at the same page on his datapad that he has been for the past forty minutes.

"Come in," he mutters, and Needle pokes his head through the door.

"Hey, boss," he says, and steps in fully, carefully shutting the door behind him. "New menu's been filed. Double- and triple-checked."

"Mhm."

Needle settles into the chair and sets a cup Helix hadn't noticed him carrying onto his desk.

"Tea," he says quietly, in answer to Helix's questioning look. "Thought you might need it."

Helix grumbles something incoherent, but picks up the drink anyway.

The warmth seeps all the way up his arms, into his shoulders, and he relaxes quite against his will.

They sit in silence for a long moment.

"Things were getting tense in the training rooms," Needle says at last. "They were at each other's throats. Kamei had already dislocated Trigger's shoulder, and he didn't even seem sorry- you know how those two are."

Helix blinks. He does- and- that's right, they hadn't been there, had they?

"This was the first thing I could come up with. I should've thought of the helmets, you were right about that- I'm sorry I didn't. I just wanted to get them moving."

"And of course this was the first thing you thought of," Helix mutters. He sees Needle's expression twist briefly, and guiltily musters up a quirk of his lips. "Sounds like you."

Needle returns the smile, and then his gaze drops to his knees.

"I didn't know you were sleeping, either," he says eventually. "You- you don't usually. I should've checked, I know, I just figured- keeping the medbay on the route would make for easier access if someone did get injured."

Helix takes a sip of the tea.

It's not caf.

But it's-

Good.

"Sorry about that," Needle finishes lamely. His fingers twitch and flicker and jump before he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his scrubs.

Helix takes another sip- longer than he'd meant to, this time, and when he looks down he realizes he's nearly drained the cup.

His headache is easing.

"Longshot said that was the third round," he says at last. "How'd you two do on the others?"

Needle stares at him, uncomprehending, for one long moment-

Then a smile like the sun splits his face.

"Oh, knocked them out of orbit, boss."

"Good," Helix mutters. He stands, places the empty mug on the table, and stretches until he feels his back crack. "Right. I'm going to get some sleep, then. You got the shift?"

"Course I do," Needle says easily, and Helix squeezes his shoulder on his way out.

Stitch is sitting up when he emerges, ruffled hair and sleep-fogged eyes sending a pang through Helix's chest.

"Hey, kiddo," he says quietly. "Mind if I join you?"

Stitch squints at him. "Helix?" he says at last. "Needle said you needed to lie down."

"Oh, he did, did he?" Helix mutters, glancing back at the office door. He doesn't even bother to try mustering a glare.

"Uh-huh," Stitch hums, already slipping back into sleep. He curls onto his side and pats the empty space next to him. "Come on."

Helix kicks off his boots and obligingly settles under the blanket, and Stitch shuffles a bit closer and wraps an arm around his chest.

"Needle told me you two won," Helix murmurs.

"Yeah," Stitch says sleepily. A slow smile blooms across his face. "He can go pretty fast."

"Well," Helix sighs. "I guess that's okay, then."

As it turns out, sleep can come easily after all.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— twenty something + eren jaeger.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 30s, smut, fluff, virginity loss, soft sex, oral sex (f!recieving), established relationship, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1K.

⭑ notes — hii my lurvs! i found this in my drafts and decided to finish it off! i think its cute okok <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

i feel like sex with eren is goofy. the first time he gets you into his bed, you’re giggling and pressing kisses to one another’s hairlines because you’ve knocked skulls while trying to kiss in the middle of frenzied shirts and kicked off sweat pants and his big eyes, in a colour that you can’t quite describe (are they grey? mixed with blue perhaps? or maybe a shade of green?), crinkle at the corner while he whines above you. “don’t laugh at me, i-i’m trying!” because your boyfriend, your first love, is a child at heart— he grew up too fast and eren gets to feel like a kid with you again— so you reach up and kiss him and tell him that he’s doing great so far.

the first time is clumsy of course, your legs are over his broad and tanned shoulders and eren’s trying so hard not to bust while slipping inside of you for the first time ever— poor baby hissing into your neck and kissing at your flesh to calm himself ( and you ) down because it feels so good and he knows that it hurts for you...just a little. fingers are laced together, squeezing every once and a while, tiny i love yous breathed hotly into skin and then when eren’s all the way in his emerald eyes look down at you with so much love, you know then that neither of you will last long.

and eren will hold you close, like no other. slipping inside of you with gentle thrusts as if you might break or fall to pieces if he’s too rough with you— asking quietly if you like the way it feels when your ankles hook around the small of his back or when you pout just a little bit with your eyes closed. “it feels good, eren. i love you,” comes your affirmation from between lips that bruised with loving kisses and the poor boy stutters and stumbles and almost loses it right there.

you’re both twenty something, out of college and eren is still asking you if you’re okay— seated in his lap on your tatty second hand couch— two broke graduates who need to feel each other more than anything to get rid of the days stressors. you don’t need to verbalise how shitty your day was, because he knows already… he saw it from the moment you stepped into your shitty apartment with the creaky walls and leaky taps. he knows you. 

and eren, like always, asks if you’re okay before you take him— throbbing cock between your sore thighs, bobbing at your entrance until you nod and sink down on him. he doesn’t care that you use him for pleasure, to let the ecstasy burn away at your stresses— because eren loves you oh so much, he has to tell you every time your hips lift from his and every second it takes for you to slam back down after. bodies that know each other’s symphonies off by heart work together like a pianist and their fingers against the keys. every touch, he knows just where to put it and every kiss he knows just where to place it. every thrust, eren makes sure it hits all the right spots inside of your tight little hole to make your head flop back and thighs quiver as you make love and lewd noises into the deep night.

twenty something years later, eren’s giving you the life he promised on your wedding day— there’s kids that sleep down the hall, one in their crib and the others in their respective bedrooms. there’s a school run early in the morning but eren’s as insatiable as can be. no matter how much time has passed, there’s still an undying flame that flickers between yourself and the man with the muddled coloured but pretty eyes and soft brown hair. eren jaeger loves you all the same, makes love to you all the same— sinking into silk sheets gifted to you on your wedding night and between your thighs to lap and suck at your sex like a starved man.

your taste is a blessing to him every time, a flavour he could never grow tired of having spread across his tongue. to eren jaeger, his little corner of heaven is right between your thighs—he could be shackled her, banished to your pretty sex that flutters for him, for all of eternity if he didn’t love every other part of you too. like your cherry-bitten lips, kitten like mewls, the curves that came with ageing and maturing together. your body is a temple, it’s given eren so much, and he’s just a man who worships you. slides his tongue over your slippery sex and devours you with everything he has to offer— your fingers find him in the soiled sheets, hips chasing his face, rutting into it with the desperation for more and like always eren says.

“i love you baby, you okay?” 

and even twenty something years later, it still makes your heart flutter with love.

you nod, just as bashful as you were the first time you made love to eren jaeger. only this time you have his last name, only this time your wedding bands glint on your ring finger as you take control and take hold of your husband’s throbbing cock, thumbing at his slit until he’s putty beneath you. eren’s cheeks flush red, his lips parting in a soft ‘o’ and he looks up at you like you’re worth the entire world and then some.

“i love you, eren.” you tell him like it’s official word, straddling his lap — rolling your hips over his cock sensually and in the way that he likes. calloused fingertips that would never dare to hurt you sink into your fatty hips with stretch marks gifted to you by your children. he tries not to moan and cry out for the love of his life, the mother of his children. it’s so cute. and you slip your hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. “i always will.” 

he whimpers behind your hand as you lean down to kiss him over it — never breaking eye contact. 

twenty something years later you’re both hopeless romantics, extremely in love and will be forever more.

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Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch.23

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here.

WARNING: Violence

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CH.23

“Globnar Tributes! Your penultimate challenge is the team maze! Your teams will be separated in the beginning, and the challenge is to navigate and make it to the end! Whichever team has both members reach the end first wins! Any injuries, even those that would otherwise be lethal, will be time-reversed when the challenge is over!”

“We’ve made it this far Stanley, but I have a feeling this upcoming maze is what’s going to give us the most trouble.”

“They’re gonna start us separated… I don’t have any options for ranged, and your close-quarters could use some work.”

“I am just as versed in boxing as you are.”

“Yes, but you’re all defense, doc. You have to give these guys some aggression!”

“I’d prefer to blast them.”

“Wait, I have an idea. Here, take this.”

“A knuckleduster?”

“I’ll keep the other one. Give me one of your blasters.”

“Your aim is shoddy at best, Stanley!”

“I know, but we can’t cover for each other if we’re starting out separated. We need something to tide us over ‘till we get to the end of the maze.”

“I suppose it’s a strategy…”

“Gimme some credit here, PhD, I’ve been dodging the authorities for years. It doesn’t matter what year or dimension we’re in, a pig is a pig.”

“Alright, I’ll go along with this. Good luck out there, Stanley.”

“High six?”

“I am not falling for that again.”

“Aww, come on man. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“...High six.”

(...)

“You’re the smart one, aren’t you?”

“Intelligence is subjective, Dundgren. But yes.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you - you’re pretty trigger happy. That blaster doesn’t have a lot of juice left, does it?”

“Are you interested in finding out?”

“I’d leave the tough talk to your meat-headed counterpart.”

“Don’t say that about- ACK!”

*Agent Dundgren hits Ford in the hand with his metal staff, forcing Ford to drop his blaster. Dundgren picks him up by the front of the collar and slams him against the maze wall*

“Any last words before I knock you unconscious, genius?”

“Just two.”

“And what are they?”

“LEFT HOOK!”

WHACK

(...)

“Well look who it is, which Stan are you?”

“That is not important, Agent Lolph. All you need to know is that both Stan’s are beating you. Given your partners current… predicament.”

“Whatever you did to him isn’t going to be worse than what I did to yours.”

“...What did you do to him?”

“I stabbed him four times, he’s not getting up until his injuries are time-reversed.”

“How dare- wait, did you say you stabbed him four times?”

“Yes. He went down like a sack of cyberpunk potatoes.”

“...”

“Oh, you’re too shocked to be enraged, huh? You must be struggling to make yourself seem so indifferent.”

“L-Lolpfft!”

“There you are Dun- is your jaw broken?”

“Thhhh-that damn thrigger-happy menath punched m’ withhhh brashh knucksh on.”

“Brutal, I’ll give it to you smart guy, we didn’t expect something like that from you. But, my partners about to pass the threshold and yours is crumpled up in pain somewhere. You both have a lot of moxie, but we have experience on our side.”

PFOOM-BZZZT!

*Agent Dundgren falls over right before he can cross the finish line, smoking from a blast*

“Your experience ain’t no match for this gun, ya idiot!”

“Wh-what!? How are you-? I stabbed you four times!”

“Shoulda went for five, bitch! Ya only slowed me down.”

“MAZE MATCH GOES TO: STAN TWINS. THE TRIBUTES ARE TIED AT SEVEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR! Your injuries will now be Time-Reversed!”

“Oh thank god, I think the second stab got me in the liver. It’s a very hard-working liver, doc.”

“I know.”

“There is only one final challenge for Globnar. An ancient game, thousands of years old, chosen for its exemplification of pure strategy: The ancient art... of Laser Tag! The one who touches the victory orb first will win!”

“Stanley, I don’t suppose during your travels you came across this… ‘laser tag’.”

“You remember that space arcade I told you about, Blips and Chitz? It had something like it. You use fake lasers to ‘time out’ the other players- they can’t use their lasers while they’re timed out. I never played though, because they use-.”

“ACTIVATE THE FOG MACHINES! YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO START TIME.”

“Oh no...”

“No need for concern, this fog won’t hinder my performance because I was sure to use anti-fog spray on my glasses before- Stanley?”

“...”

“What’s wrong?”

“Can’t…”

*Stan suddenly grasps his chest and throat, breath becoming quick and heavy*

“...C-can’t, breathe-...”

“Oh- Oh, Moses, no-. Stanley! This is fog, it isn’t smoke-.”

*Stan falls to his knees and starts hyperventilating, still holding his chest and throat*

“Stanley- please. Listen to me!”

*Ford kneels down on his knees and grabs Stans shoulders to try to get him to look at him*

“I’m sorry, Stanley… I’m so sorry. You died and you were alone. Your worst nightmare came true, and I wasn’t there for you. I should’ve been. I know you say you’re not upset at me, that you don’t blame me for what happened. But that’s because you don’t remember how much it hurt when I turned my back on you. I saw it in your face and eyes that night and I still did nothing! You were so afraid of being alone but you still severed our bond just so I wouldn’t feel the same fear and despair you did in your last moments. And I couldn’t even stand up to our father back then, or bother to so much as think about you in the years that followed.

I can’t take back what happened to you, I can’t change what happened. There’s nothing I want more than to make it up to you, but I can’t do that if we’re in time jail.

Look at me… just look at me, please. I’m right here.”

“Stanford, I… I-.”

“You’re not alone. I’m your brother, and I’m here for you. I’m here with you, and you’re not alone. Not this time, and not ever again, not as long as I’m alive. I love you, Stanley. And I’m not leaving you hanging this time.”

“Y-you’re here?”

“I’m here.”

“...I’m not alone?”

“No. Never again.”

“O-okay… I think I can pull myself together before the timer stops… What’s your plan?”

“I’ll focus on timing them out, I need you to focus solely on grabbing the orb.”

(...)

“Got it!”

“It is finished!”

“Stanley, we did it!”

“Hell yeah we did! It only took several hours, and a lot of sweat, blood, tears, and a few of my organs.”

“You have made victory in Globnar! Before I give you your time wish, tell us; what fate do you decide for the losers?”

“Death.”

“Stanford!”

“My apologies, I was caught up in the moment. What should we do with them?"

"I dunno, I just didn’t want to go to time jail. I don’t want to screw these guys over. Sure, one of them stabbed me a bunch of times, but so has a solid ten percent of all the people I’ve ever met.”

“...Give them the week off?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“You'd do that for us?”

“I did want to spend more time with the kids...”

“Now, Stan twins. Behold your time wish! The power to alter time paradox free in any way you choose. What is it that you want for your time wish?”

“You go first, PhD. This is the only way to drop the charges on us.”

“...You said our crimes are linked to our DNA signature across time and space?”

“Yes!”

“And it doesn’t matter what name was in use at the time?”

“Correct!”

“For my time wish, I wish to wipe the criminal records of anyone with this DNA signature. Regardless of planet, dimension, or jurisdiction; and no matter what name the crime was committed under.”

“It is done! Both of your legal slates have been wiped clean up to the cosmic level!”

“Wow, good wish… You just saved me a lot of trouble. Now I’m not banned from thirty of the fifty states, or Tijuanna, or Planet Chorus, or-.”

“Any day. What about you, Stanley? Are you going to wish for your memories back? Or to undo your death?”

“I have a better idea - hey, Time Baby?”

“Yes! Speak your wish!”

“Can you give this guy a ‘Get out of Pact Free’ card? Give him a free out from any deal he makes with any entity?”

“Stanley? You can’t be-.”

“We both know your ‘partnership’ with The Triangle is unfair, he has all of the power. He has no reason to be careful with you, or to not eat an entire jar of spiders. What if he turned evil - more evil - or something? I've been burned by guys like that- I've been guys like that.”

“It can be done, but it will be one-time use only!”

“That’s fine.”

“Wait-.”

POOF

“Oh wow, it’s actually a card.”

“It can exist both physically, and metaphysically! All you need to do is think about it, and it will appear to you!”

“You really did this for me?”

“Dude, you were about to take the fall for both of us, and most of the crimes were mine. I’ll get my memories back over time, just like we planned for.”

“Congratulations, twins. Now you are both free to leave.”

“Allow me to send the alert out.”

“Is that my old watch? No way, you got Rick to help you?”

“I cannot stand the man, but yes. It was the only way. Here’s our portal, let’s go.”

“...Hey, Stanford?”

“Yes?”

“⟟ ⌰⍜⎐⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜⍜, ⏚⍀⍜.”

“Oh, Gromflomish? I didn’t think you spoke it, I thought you only understood it. What did you say?”

“I said ‘after you’.”

(...)

“Be careful with that you darn-!”

“A darn what? You about to call me a wetback or something? Go ahead, hick!”

“For the last time, I’m not that type of southern!”

“We’re back!”

“Stanford! Stan- oh, dear, your hair…”

“Yeah, it hurt me to get it chopped off, but it’ll grow back.”

“Stan! You sonuvabitch, get over here, man!”

“Yeah, yeah, bring it in ya scrawny bastard.”

SNAP

“Fiddleford, how did you break your pen?”

“...It was more fragile than I assumed.”

“I see, an easy mistake.”

“Didja ever find that bastard who killed-.”

“No, but I haven’t given up. By the way, Ford is your twin?”

“Crazy right? I told ya something was missing.”

“At least now you know what meeting a lesser version of yourself is like.”

“Excuse me, Sanchez?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ford, but Staniel-.”

“Stanley. It’s Stanley, Rick.”

“Okay, Stanley, what I meant to say is you're the best of the two, and your brother is a little bitch.”

SMACK

“Talk shit and get hit, you asshole. Don’t talk about my brother that way.”

“Pft, if you’re gonna get like that, fine. Anyways, about this memory gun- I’m gonna need an overnight stay to plan and construct this. The concept version runs a real risk of brain damage from prolonged use. Usually, I don’t care, but I’m not gonna fry my own brain if I’m trying to forget something.”

“That’s all fine and dandy, Mr. Rick. In fact, Stanford, why don’t you work on that with him? Stan, come with me upstairs, I was fixin' to talk to you about the details of your case study.”

“Fiddleford-.”

“Please don’t jerk a knot into each others tails now, play nice Stanford. I have notes on the psychological effects of rapid memory retention in my desk. Come on, Stan. Let’s leave these two to their work.”

“Alright. See ya two in the morning, I guess.”

TAP!

TAP

Tap

Tap...

“... You know those two are fucking right?”

“Of course I know, they're not subtle in any sense of the word. I just pretend I don’t.”

“Why?”

“I don't want to get involved in any drama between them should it arise.”

“Huh, guess you’re alright after all, Ford.”

(…)

Click 

Creak

“F, we don’t need anything from this closet- HOLY SHIT!”

SLAM-CLICK

(...)

“Stanley, what are you doing up this early?”

“Just kinda… felt like drinking all of the orange juice…”

“Why is your neck covered in band-aids?”

“...Y’know, I’ve been with enough repressed Southern Baptists to get banned from the state of Arkansas - I guess I’m not banned anymore though? - And yet… I always underestimate just how repressed they really are.”

“...It’s too early for your fantastical crime stories, just remember to add orange juice to the shopping list.”

To be continued…

Alien Language Decoder

[ohmy-zabrak]

Jealousy

Sandor Clegane x Lady Alice (oc)

Summary: The Hound makes an interesting discovery about his new bedmate

Word count: 611

Author's note: Have some Sance fluff & slight humor! The Hound can only stay nice for so long lol. Tumblr wouldn't stop crashing when I went to my drafts so this is very late 

Cw - Brief implications of abuse in the Hound's childhood (though it's only one sentence)

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He eyes her. All barely above five foot of her. "Little bird," He says again.

Alice tenses. All contained fury.

The corner of Sandor's mouth twitches upwards in a smirk. "What's wrong?"

"Isn't that your nickname for Sansa?"

Sandor snorts. "That's what I call all you highborn ladies."

A flurry of emotions goes across her face in seconds. Like clouds reflected across a pond's surface. Tiny expressions that Sandor's not sure that he's interpreting correctly. Relief. Annoyance. Disappointment. Jealousy.

He chuckles softly. "You're jealous," He says. "Jealous of a little girl."

The highborn lady won't meet his eyes.

"Look at you, jealous of a child," The Hound croons.

She cocks her head slightly. "Is she a little girl to you? The amount of men that I've seen lately, drooling over the tits that she's just grown."

He scoffs softly. "Do you think me such a foul beast as that? To go after a maid not even flowered?"

Alice watches him with those storm gray eyes. Quiet as cat's feet.

"I would kill any man that touches her." Sandor gently grips her chin in calloused fingers. "Look at the pretty raven, getting her feathers all ruffed up because of the direwolf." He tucks a strand of hair behind the young widow's ear.

"So you do not care for her?" The words are slow, measured.

He shakes his head. Honest as a dog, as always.

"I'm sorry," She murmurs. "I know that was irrational of me."

The Hound slides his hand along her jaw, so he's holding her cheek. Stroking the soft skin with a thumb. "You should spend less time with the court. You're starting to think the way that they do, little bird. Always expecting the worst of me." His tone is low and teasing.

Footsteps. Coming down the hall. Lady Alice hears them first. With her ears that haven't been slammed into walls by older brothers or fathers. Or struck by weapons in the practice yard or on the battlefield. She steps back so he's no longer touching her, and then further still. Until they're at an appropriate distance. The passing serving girl gives them a cursory glance, but no more.

As soon as the footsteps have died away, they're back together again. The Hound watching the funny little widow, who against all odds seems to care for him as more than a quick tumble...

He takes a step closer to her. "You should see how the other men around the keep look at you. Drooling over you like a piece of meat. Drives me half mad." He captures her chin again and forces her to look up. "You have nothing to fear from Sansa Stark, girl. You shouldn't worry about her or any other lady. They all have nothing on you. Nothing. You have beauty and brains both. And that's more than what can be said for most people." He presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "You know what I like, and she could never give it to me."

She looks up at him with a soft, adoring expression that makes his heart clench.

"No," Alice says slowly. "She wouldn't know how you like it soft one minute and then like I hate you the next."

He gives a grunt of agreement. "The girl is innocent and soft. All blushes and dreams of dashing princes," He says. "She can't give me what I need."

Alice smiles at him and goes up on tiptoe to kiss him. He obliges and bends for her. When he parts from her, he smirks wickedly at how happy she looks. 

"So when are you getting rid of Ser Henry?"

Her smile instantly dies.

**Ser Henry is Lady Alice's main suitor (much to the Hound's annoyance)

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Synopsis: After hearing some other Freshmen talking badly about Jake, Drew decides to put them in their place. (Except he fails and gets beat up so a certain someone has to help.)

A/N: Hey everyone!! Been awhile, huh? Sorry about that. Life’s been pretty busy recently, and I’ve started work on a personal project I do hope to share one day. Anyways, I come back bearing another of my many fanfics. This one takes place in Drew and Jake’s Freshmen year, and was actually supposed to be posted after Glass Hurts, buuuut I got lazy. (And I kept overthinking every single word.) BUT NOW IT’S HERE!! (Don’t question the name. It was my placeholder name but now it’s just stuck.)

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…Okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea.

Drew let out a groan of pain as he wrapped a hand around his side; fingertips carefully grazing the bruises beneath his shirt.

When he arrived at school that morning, the potential of getting into a fight like this was possibly the last thing on his mind. He’d been on his way to his locker, looking down at his phone and listening to bits and pieces of conversations as he passed by.

But a few particular insults caught his attention. Coming from a brown-haired boy he barely knew.

And nothing could’ve prepared him for the way his whole brain seemed to shut down over some simple words. Or the way his body seemed to move on his own, slamming the freshman into his own locker and inevitably getting himself roped in a fight later that day.

Now, if the boy and his friend had been talking about anyone else, Drew probably would’ve kept walking. Probably wouldn’t even remember their conversation by the time the bell rang.

…But they were talking about Jake. He couldn’t just let that slide, could he?

The fight was supposed to be one-on-one. But of course the boy brought backup. Why wouldn’t he? He was a coward, through and through. Talking behind people’s backs, then bringing a few friends to help finish a fight he started.

…Drew was left in a lot worse of shape than they were. But at least he could say wasn’t a coward.

And now, here he was: bruised-up and bloodied, leaned against the back wall of the school.

Taking in a slow, shaky breath, Drew forced himself upright. Using the wall as support, he managed to get his feet underneath him. He let out a wince as he tried to wipe the blood from his nose, and internally cursed to himself as he realized he’d still have to get his stuff from his locker. He let out a sigh, biting down on his lip before preparing himself for the walk before him.

Just get to your locker. Just get to your locker and don't get-

"Drew?!" Shit.

Drew looked up, and his eyes were met with the peach-haired boy himself: Jake Sterling.

…Shit.

"Jake?! The hell are you doing here?!" That came out a little more aggressive than he anticipated. Jake however, didn't flinch.

"I heard you were going to get into a fight after school today!" He explained, rushing over to his side. "I tried to find you, but-" He shook his head. "God, Drew! You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine!" Drew snapped. He took a step back, attempting to push himself off the wall, but his legs refused to cooperate, buckling and giving out not a moment later. Jake was just barely able to catch him before he hit the ground, wrapping one arm around his lower back and using the other to grab at his shirt. Drew could feel his breath hitch as he stared up at the blonde, his words caught in his throat until Jake began sliding his arms underneath his.

“What the-”

“We need to get you to the nurse." Jake interrupted.

“And how am I supposed to explain this without getting detention?”

“Well, were you planning on just walking home like this?!”

“Yeah, kinda!”

“Drew…” Jake’s voice had softened, and Drew hated the way it made his stomach turn. Why was he doting on him like this? Drew was fine, he didn’t… need this.

“It’s not that bad, Jake. You’re being dramatic.” He said. Jake’s brows furrowed, and without a word, he pulled down the sleeve of his grey hoodie and began to wipe away some of the blood from Drew’s face. Once again, Drew forgot how English worked.

“I’m walking you home.” Jake eventually said. Drew’s eyes widened.

“What? I-”

“Nope. Too late. My mind’s been made.” Jake stated. “Let’s go get your stuff.”

Despite Drew’s protests, Jake walked him all the way to the lockers, helping him hide from the few teachers that roamed the otherwise empty halls. His initial reluctance was quick to become silent appreciation as Jake unlocked his locker and slung Drew’s book-bag over his shoulder. He really didn’t deserve-

…He really didn’t need this.

But everytime he looked over at Jake, the boy only ever looked back with a reassuring smile.

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After a long, slow walk, the two finally managed to reach Drew’s place. And after a bit of rummaging, Jake pulled out Drew’s keys from his book-bag and swung the door open, helping Drew inside. Drew assumed this would be where Jake would leave, but-

“Okay, where’s your first-aid kit?” Drew’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Your first-aid kit.”

“…I can take care of myself.” Jake shot him a glare, and Drew was quick to return it.

“You can’t even walk by yourself right now.” He said.

“Only because you're not letting me.”

The room fell silent for a moment as Drew held Jake’s stare, and without warning, the blonde flicked his nose. Drew quickly recoiled, letting out a wince of pain.

“What the hell, Jake?! What was that for?!” Drew shouted, clutching his nose.

“I’m helping you. Now where’s your first-aid kit?” Drew stared at him a moment longer before finally caving.

“…Downstairs bathroom. The left one.” Jake gave a small nod before practically dragging Drew off to that very room, sitting him down on the rim of the bathtub.

“Why are you so obsessed with helping me?” Drew asked as Jake searched under the sink. And the boy turned his head, caramel eyes meeting his own.

“Because, you're my best friend, and that’s what best friends do.” Jake said, as if it were somehow the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.” Drew replied, trying to ignore how Jake’s words made his heart flutter. Jake shrugged, pulling out the first-aid kit.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it? We’re best friends, so we should take care of eachother.”

Drew watched as Jake began to pull out some supplies from the kit, and couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly being serious or not. Surely it would take a hell of a lot more than just friendship to receive someone’s unconditional care. What had Drew really done?

"Could you take off your shirt?” Drew blinked, taking a moment to register what Jake had said.

“What?”

“I mean, like, so I can see where you’re hurt.” He rephrased. And slowly, Drew tugged off his shirt, dropping it onto the floor to reveal several bruises and scrapes. Jake let out a wince before reaching for the alcohol wipes, and without thinking, Drew pulled back.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?!” He asked, his words rushed. Jake nodded, but it did little to ease his mind.

“I’ve had to patch up Milo dozens of times.” He explained. “This shouldn’t be too much different.”

Drew couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he watched Jake open the package and pull out a small wipe.

“But I can’t help you if you keep moving away like that.” Jake commented, and Drew felt his face heat up when he realized he’d scooted away from him. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.” Drew nearly jolted when felt Jake place a hand on Drew’s knee. He realized quickly it was probably just meant to be a comforting gesture, but God, it suddenly felt very, very warm in here.

Jake, however, seemed completely oblivious to the tension, focusing on Drew’s wounds instead of his expression. A cold, yet searing sensation quickly spread across Drew’s scrapes as Jake did his best to clean them, and Drew had to bite down on his lip to suppress a small whimper. Jake mouthed a silent apology before he continued, and after a moment, he spoke.

“Why’d you get into a fight?" He asked, his voice notably quieter than before. Drew considered sharing the truth with him, but it only took a second for him to realize how bad of an idea that was. Jake had just started coming out of his shell a little. Drew wasn’t about to give him a reason to start overthinking his every action again. Slowly, Drew averted his gaze.

"Those guys were talking shit about me in the halls." He answered.

"Oh," Jake frowned. "...What were they saying?"

"It doesn't matter.” Drew said, and Jake didn’t ask further.

He let out a breath when Jake finished, only to hold it once more when Jake suddenly leaned closer, resting a hand on Drew’s cheek as began to clean the blood from his nose and lip.

Drew couldn’t remember a time they’d been this close before… Drew couldn’t help but note the little features he’d never noticed before. The faint freckles along his nose, the soft, rosy tint to his cheeks. The strands of peach hair that just barely grazed his eyes.

And when Drew’s eyes trailed down to his lips, he thought to himself:

…Whoever Jake decides to date is going to be a lucky girl.

“There,” Jake whispered to himself, which brought Drew back to reality. “Just need to cover them now.”

Jake leaned back a little, closing the package of wipes and pulling out a few band-aids instead. And as Jake worked carefully to cover his wounds, Drew couldn’t help but wonder if it was normal to have thoughts like that.

Before Drew knew it, Jake placed the final bandage on his cheek, pulling back to glance over his work.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jake asked, ruffling Drew’s hair a bit as he did so.

“Don’t patronize me.” He mumbled, swatting Jake’s hand away from him. Jake let out a small laugh, grabbing Drew’s hand and helping him to his feet. Drew was barely able to save himself from falling against Jake’s chest, but managed to follow the blonde back to his bedroom, leaving to his closet to change.

After a few moments, Drew returned, wearing a plain gray t-shirt and sweatpants. He noticed Jake sitting on his bed, and decided to join him, lying down to stare at the ceiling.

“Need me to get you anything?” Jake asked. Drew used his arm to cover his eyes.

“You could turn off the light,” He answered, and Jake let out a small laugh, sitting up from the bed.

“Alright, your majesty,” He teased, and Drew could feel himself blush again.

Jake flicked off the lights, and Drew let out a small hum as he moved his arm, shifting himself so his head could rest on a pillow. Jake settled himself on the floor beside him, placing his head and arms on the mattress.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” Jake asked, faking an awful British accent and drawing a small chuckle from Drew.

“You’re so dumb,” He said. Jake let out a small huff as he rolled his eyes, and Drew found himself almost drawn to them. God, what did Drew do to deserve him? Jake was so kind to him, and it suddenly occurred to him that he had yet to even thank Jake for any of this. Before he could speak though, Jake started.

“You look tired. Want me to head out so you can take a nap?” He asked. Drew thought for a moment. He didn’t know why but… he wasn’t ready for Jake to leave just yet.

“I’m fine,” Drew murmured. “You could stay, I guess.” He added, his fingers grazing Jake’s wrist. Jake lifted his head.

“Awh, you like my company?” He questioned, and a smirk crossing his face as he glanced down at his hand. And there went any thought of Drew thanking him. Instead, a glare crossed his face, and he rolled over on his side, his back facing the blonde. Jake wasn’t wrong, but he hated how he phrased it. Jake let out a laugh, laying himself down on the bed beside him.

“I suppose if you’re so desperate-” Drew turned back around to face Jake, his gaze trailing down to the blonde’s lips. “Who am I to object?”

…God, Jake didn’t know just how desperate he was…