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swan0-0lee · 2 years ago

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😀 imspeechless

Title from James Joint by Rihanna

Summary: Weed always makes you a bit looselipped, especially around your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungcheol.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~4.1k

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Warnings: weed smoking, shotgunning, swearing, sex while high, best friend threesome, wonwoo’s cold hands, dom cheol, switch wonwoo, fingering, oral f. rec., restraining (they hold reader down), they both have big dicks (i yam who i yam), finger sucking, cum eating, crying, voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, lots of fluid talk, unexpected feelings (as in i didnt expect them)

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, breasts, vagina, sub, wap

“You know what I miss?” you say rhetorically from your place on the floor, taking a drag and preparing to give them your answer whether they want it or not, “Cumming.”

Their eyes grow wide, Wonwoo shifting in his seat and Cheol giving you an appraising look.

“Do you not do it by yourself?” Cheol asks quietly.

“No I do, all the time, but it’s just not the same,” you sigh as you lean back against the couch, passing the blunt to Wonwoo and missing the trembling of his hands.

“You miss cumming with someone else?” Wonwoo asks, exhaling the smoke-wrapped question.

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, watching as Wonwoo hands the blunt to Cheol, who wraps his plump lips around the tip and takes a deep pull.

They stare at you, not that you notice, too caught up in precious memories of a time when you weren’t the one taking care of yourself.

You do catch them sharing a look, communicating silently and coming to some sort of decision just as Cheol passes you the blunt.

“We can do it, if you want,” Wonwoo offers.

“You can do what?” you ask absentmindedly, blowing out smoke and picking at a loose thread on your pajama pants.

“We can make you cum,” Cheol clarifies, his face straight and serious but his eyes fiery.

You only need a few seconds to consider.

“Okay. How do you wanna do this?”

“Why don’t you let us worry about that, hm?” Wonwoo asks gently.

You nod, tongue tied and a bit lightheaded already, watching as Wonwoo drags the coffee table out of the way and Cheol starts rolling up his sleeves.

You wonder if you should warn them how wet you get when you’re high, but decide to let them find out for themselves, like a little surprise.

You’re already wet, you can tell, feeling the slickness dampening your panties. Who could blame you though, when Wonwoo’s crouching in front of you, eyes hazy behind his glasses and big hands slowly moving toward the hem of your shirt.

Cheol is watching from the side, having moved from his chair to sit on the floor a few feet from you, and you hold his gaze as Wonwoo drags your shirt up.

You can see his pupils dilate, and you remember you’d taken your bra off before they’d arrived.

“Can you guys take your shirts off too?” you ask, lifting your hips so Wonwoo can pull your pajama pants off, “I’m not self conscious, you’re just hot.”

Cheol smirks and reaches a hand behind his head, whipping his top off and tossing it to the couch. it lands behind you, and damn, he smells so good, and then Wonwoo takes his shirt off too, and shit, his abs are right there.

Right there, and already under your hand, and you’re not sure when that happened, but fuck are you glad it did.

“That’s nice,” you whisper, petting Wonwoo’s stomach and feeling more wetness seep into the seat of your panties.

You honestly forgot they’d taken off your pants until you hear Cheol groan, and look over to find him staring between your legs with his lip bitten between his teeth.

His plump, red bottom lip that you’ve always wanted to taste, always wanted to sink your teeth into, and it occurs to you that you can.

Now, if you want.

So you reach one hand out, the other still on Wonwoo’s abs, and wait for Cheol to shuffle over.

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer until you can lean up and capture that plush lip between yours. He groans into your mouth as you dig your teeth into his soft flesh, and you moan when he slides his tongue into your mouth.

Or maybe you moaned because of the cold fingers on your nipple, tweaking and rolling and pinching.

You’re really not sure.

Your mind is foggy with the smoke still floating around the room, and you pull away from Cheol to grab the blunt on the side table.

Taking a drag, you watch as Wonwoo kicks his sweats off, his hard dick pushing against his boxer briefs and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, thank goodness.

You lean in, holding your breath, and press your lips to his, exhaling the smoke into his mouth with a sigh.

You don’t want to forget about Cheol, so you break the kiss and take another hit, sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling him close to give him the same treatment.

His groan rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against the hand you’d placed on it, his skin warm and toned under your palm, and you bite his lip again before breaking away to take one final drag.

The blunt’s almost done, so you pass it to Wonwoo, who takes a hit and closes his eyes before handing it to Cheol, who breathes the smoke in deep and leans in to blow it into your mouth.

You feel like you’re swimming, high from the weed and from their hands on you, and you let out a contented sigh as Wonwoo starts tugging your underwear down.

His eyes track the fabric as it slides over your skin, and you suspect he may not be ready to look at you bare yet. You pull him into a kiss so he doesn’t have to, one of your hands on his chest and the other playing with the waistband of Cheol’s sweats, and you feel more than hear Wonwoo ask, “can I?” as his hand trails up your leg.

You breathe out a yes against his lips, tilting your hips into his touch when his fingers tentatively slide along your slit.

Wonwoo works you open slowly while Cheol kisses your neck, drifting lower and lower, pushing Wonwoo’s head down when he gets in the way. Wonwoo takes the hint and slides down to lay on his stomach, pushing your thighs apart so he can fit in between, and you gently pull his glasses off and set them on the couch so they don’t get wet. He thanks you with a kiss to your inner thigh and leans in until you can feel his breath on your pussy, before looking up at you.

The look on his face, open and wanting and reverent, steals your breath. You’re starting to wonder if there’s maybe something he’s not telling you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he finally licks into you.

Fuck, his tongue is perfect, so good so so so-

You can feel Wonwoo and Cheol laugh, and realize you’d said that out loud, but now that you’ve started, you just can’t stop.

“Wonwoo, yes, fuck, please can you-,” you suck in a gasp as two long fingers sink inside you, clenching around them already and bucking your hips into his hand.

“You really did miss this, huh?” Cheol chuckles, wrapping those plump lips around your nipple and sucking until you squirm. His fingers play with the other, tugging harder than Wonwoo did, and you arch your back, pressing into his warm touch.

You’re close, open your mouth to warn them, but whimper instead when Wonwoo curls his fingers inside you and suctions his mouth around your clit.

Your hips jump when he works in another finger, colder and thicker and longer than yours, and you love it, you love it all.

“So good, Wonwoo, you’re so good,” you whine, pitch raising when you feel him groan into your pussy.

The vibrations feel incredible, and you can feel your clit starting to pulse under his tongue, sending your hips into his face again.

That begins a delicious feedback loop of you grinding against his tongue and him moaning into you, and with a long, hard pinch of Cheol’s warm fingers around your nipple, you fall over the edge.

God, it feels like you cum forever, wave after blissful wave of sensations hitting you, and you know you’re crying, know you’re babbling, know you’re near sobbing their names, but you can’t stop.

You’ll never be able to stop if Wonwoo keeps his tongue on you and his fingers curled like that, and you sigh gratefully as he helps you ride it out and then slowly pulls away.

Your face crumples when you see him suck your wetness off his fingers, and scrunches further when Cheol replaces him between your legs.

“Mind if I have a taste too, baby? Think you can cum again?” he asks softly, lips hovering a few inches from your pussy.

“Can we rearrange a bit first?” you ask, voice a bit raspy from smoking and then moaning so much.

They nod, waiting for you to tug them into place.

Your second orgasm always hits harder than your first, and you know you’ll need Wonwoo to ground you when Cheol starts, so you sit up and bring Wonwoo behind you, pulling his hand until he settles at your back, stretching his legs out alongside yours and wrapping his arms around you.

You feel safer like this, pressed up against his chest and cocooned in his arms, able to feel his lungs rise and fall and his heartbeat against you.

Keeping one of his hands beneath yours on your sternum, you let the other wander, and it immediately finds your breasts again, testing the softness of them and watching the flesh dip under his fingers.

Cheol’s just been watching this all unfold, sitting on his knees and waiting for you to give him the go ahead. His thighs look so thick, his hard dick trying to push through the fleece of his sweatpants, and you almost want to keep him like this just so you can look at him.

“You’re so pretty, Cheol,” you whisper, tilting your head back onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and squeezing his hand with yours.

Seungcheol blushes, face remaining stoic but the tips of his ears turning red, and he waves you off as he lays on his stomach between your thighs. He grunts when he realizes the angle isn’t very good with you sitting up, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what he wants to do.

“Baby, hold your legs up so Wonwoo can cross his,” he waits for you both to move before pulling each of your legs down to hook over Wonwoo’s knees.

You’re fully spread out like this; you can feel the air on your wet pussy, feel Wonwoo’s hard cock pressing into your back, and you should feel exposed, but you just feel dizzy with need instead.

Cheol tugs you closer to his face, making your thighs strain as they spread wider over Wonwoo’s legs, and you try not to pant as he sucks kisses into your hips. He chuckles when you whine and try to get closer to his face, unable to get far with your legs spread as they are, and finally decides to have mercy, pulling your lips apart with his thumbs and licking a broad stripe up your cunt.

He swirls his tongue over your clit and you want to buck into him, but you really can’t move, especially as Wonwoo holds you tighter against him, so you talk instead.

“Cheol, please, can I have your fingers? I feel empty,” you moan, near ready to give up all your dignity and beg.

He pulls away, and through lust gritted teeth grinds out, “Aw, our baby feels empty? Wonwoo, should we let her have what she wants?“

You shiver at the depth and tone of his voice, and it becomes a full body shudder when Wonwoo answers, “Of course we should, she asked so nicely. Said please and everything.”

His words trail off at the end, whispered into your neck as he lays kisses over your skin, bites his marks into your shoulders.

Cheol hums around your clit, brings a hand up and sinks three thick fingers inside, pushing through your tightness to curl into your g-spot.

You keen through the stretch, your heart thudding harder against Wonwoo’s hand, and Cheol grins into you, watching as your pussy opens up to take his fingers.

“So fucking good for us, aren’t you?” Cheol breathes, licking your wetness off his lips before diving in to paint them with you again.

“So good, baby, taking it so well,” Wonwoo sighs against your throat, his lips drifting up and down your soft skin.

“She tastes fucking delicious, doesnt she, Wonwoo?” Cheol goads, reminding Wonwoo he’s not the one with his tongue on you, and Wonwoo glares at him, pushes him away from you by the forehead, and slides his fingers onto your clit.

You jump at the feeling, his calluses dragging on your skin as he rubs circles into you, and Cheol just shrugs before sinking down further and shoving his tongue inside you with the next thrust of his fingers.

Crying out, your hand shoots down to fist in Cheol’s hair and pull him closer to you. He follows, spreading his fingers so he can get as much of his tongue in you as possible, groaning when a fresh wave of wetness hits his face.

You’re close, so close already, and you don’t think you can speak, can barely even move, to tell them before your vision blurs and you cum with a wail.

Your hips jerk uncontrollably, into their touch and then away, and Wonwoo holds you down through it all. Your body squirms in his arms, but he’s too strong for you to get anywhere, and you have no choice but to take the pleasure they’re giving you.

You cum for what you fear might be hours, shivering in Wonwoo’s arms and clenching down tight around Cheol’s fingers, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face, dripping into your open mouth. Your wail cuts out, taken over by a gasp as Cheol curls his fingers into your g-spot again.

You can tell he wants to go for a third, but as you regain your breath and your capacity for complex thought, you realize you have something else in mind.

“I want you to fuck me,” you plead weakly with a pout.

“This was supposed to just be about you, baby,” Cheol reminds you.

“Yeah,” you say, confused, “I want you to fuck me, how is that not about me?”

Wonwoo shifts from his place behind you, glancing at Cheol from the corner of his eye before his gaze lands on you, “She’s got a point.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve wanted to fu-“

Wonwoo clears his throat, glaring sideways before smoothing his hands down your body in contemplation.

“Me first, then you?” he asks Cheol absently, his eyes caught on your curves.

“Fine, but you can’t cum inside,” Cheol stipulates firmly, to which Wonwoo nods in all seriousness.

“Deal,” they voice in unison with a shake of their hands.

You stare incredulously, but suppose you shouldn’t be surprised they’re approaching this like a game between friends.

Because they are friends, best friends, and you’re their best friend too, and this is all just a game, a game that you definitely won’t think about in the shower, or on the way home from work, or when you’re lying in your cold bed alone at night. Definitely not.

But maybe every once in a while, as a treat, you think as Wonwoo tugs you down to lay flat on the floor and starts pushing inside of you, his size a shock to your system even though you’d literally seen his massive dick with your own eyes.

You stretch around him, cringing slightly at the sting, and he pulls your ass to rest in his lap, fucking into you slowly until he bottoms out. You jump when you feel a hand snake between your legs, not realizing you’d closed your eyes.

You open them to find Cheol staring at you with his fingers on your clit. He holds your gaze, lip pulled between his teeth again, and circles over your swollen bundle of nerves with warm, sturdy fingers.

“You good, baby?” Wonwoo asks gently, waiting for your nod to pull his hips back until he can see his cock glistening with you. He slides back in gradually, giving you time to adjust, though you can feel his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and know you must be tight around him. You squeeze down, just for fun, just to hear him moan, and he does, curling over you and dropping his face into your neck.

The space narrows between you, pressing Cheol’s fingers into you harder, and when the new angle forces the head of Wonwoo’s cock into your g-spot, you yelp and writhe beneath him. He soothes you with his hands running up and down your sternum and breathes,”I know, baby, I know,” into your throat before straightening up again, pulling back, and thrusting in a bit harder.

It’s like you can feel Wonwoo’s cock in your throat, he’s so big inside you, but you love it, can’t get enough, buck your hips into his until he’s really fucking you, fucking you like he wants.

You want it too, you realize, have wanted it for months, years, maybe the whole time you’ve known Wonwoo, and it’s that realization that makes you break, back arching, cunt throbbing around his length and pushing him into his own orgasm.

He pulls out just in time, his hot cum shooting out onto your pussy and dribbling down to your ass, Cheol’s hand flying back to avoid being covered.

You jump at the movement, and Cheol smirks, “Yeah, baby, I’m still here.”

You bite your lips sheepishly, honestly having forgotten about him, and as Wonwoo pets your hips, you whisper a timid, “Sorry, Cheol.”

Seungcheol just shakes his head in bemusement and tugs off his pants, waiting for Wonwoo to get out of the way before claiming his place between your legs. He gathers up the cum on your pussy, showing Wonwoo his fingers, and slides them inside of you, smirk growing when he catches Wonwoo’s harsh glare.

“You wanted to go first,” Cheol teases Wonwoo with a tilt of his head, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth, waiting for you to close your lips around them and suck before sinking his dick inside you.

Wonwoo’s cum is still warm, tinged with your wetness and a bit salty on your tongue, but you can’t say you hate it, can’t say you wouldn’t mind another taste, maybe from the source-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Cheol whispers, leaning down close to you to hide the movement of his lips.

You cringe, nodding apologetically and gasping when his hips meet your ass, his cock huge and hard inside you.

“Why don’t you look at him then, baby? Look at Wonwoo while I fuck you,” Cheol commands, gently taking your face in his hand and turning your head until you catch sight of Wonwoo.

He’s flushed, panting, glasses back on and near fogging up with how hot his face must be. He holds your gaze as Cheol pumps into you, as his hand wanders down to his half-hard cock, as his mouth opens on a moan when he sees the way your breasts bounce as Cheol rocks into you.

It’s hot, so fucking hot, having Wonwoo watch you like this, seeing the look on his face as your shared best friend fucks you into the carpet, and it only gets hotter when his hand wraps around his dick, squeezing at the head, moaning when precum dribbles out.

Cheol roots his cock deep inside and you moan too, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he holds you in place, makes you watch Wonwoo jerk himself off, makes you watch him watching you, and you can feel the knot tying up in your stomach again.

With every thrust of Cheol’s hips into yours, every groan he lets out, every clench of his fingers on your hip, the knot gets tighter, and you can feel your cunt getting tighter too, your walls hugging his dick, swallowing it deeper every time he tries to leave.

Eventually, Cheol stops trying, just fucks himself deep inside you and stays there, glances over at Wonwoo and smirks, beckoning him over.

Wonwoo shuffles to you on unsteady feet, hand leaving his cock as he walks, and you’re nearly entranced by the way it bobs heavily between his legs. You’re still stuck on how big he is, so much bigger than you thought he’d be, and it’s not like you thought he’d be small. You just didn’t expect… this. Him. And his massive fucking cock.

You want it in your mouth, you think, but Cheol has something else in mind, stilling his fingers on your clit and waiting for Wonwoo to kneel next to you, before telling him, “Make her cum.”

You and Wonwoo both look at Cheol, confused, until he shifts the hand between you to your hip, freeing up space for Wonwoo to fill. Wonwoo sucks in a broken gasp, slides his hand between your legs, and rubs his rough fingers over your clit insistently.

He curves his palm around your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and exhaling a sigh into your mouth, and you return it on a moan, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer to you. You arch into his touch and try to grind against him, making Wonwoo groan raggedly and press harder on your clit, swirling precise circles, over and over and over until you shatter with a cry.

You can feel yourself gushing around Cheol’s cock, feel it seeping out of your entrance and coating Wonwoo’s fingers, making them glide on you as you clench. Cheol’s head is thrown back, his eyes scrunched closed, plump lips stuck open as he starts to cum inside you.

His cock jumps as it spits hot cum into you, making you whine in Wonwoo’s mouth when you feel it flood your insides, and he pants as his fingers speed up on your clit, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. This one hits different, your vision whiting out and a buzz filling your head, and you squirm in their hold as wetness splashes out of you, soaking Cheol’s stomach and Wonwoo’s hand.

You can’t stop clenching and you can just barely hear Seungcheol whining in overstimulation over the roaring in your ears. You feel something warm on your stomach, break away from Wonwoo to blearily look down, and find his cock resting on your abdomen in a pool of white.

You’re a bit confused, because Wonwoo’s got one hand between your legs and one cupping your face, so how did he just cum?

You look up at him again and, through blurry eyes, see his cheeks redden, his hand leaving your face to push his glasses up and cover his mouth.

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, as Cheol starts pulling out, and even soft, his cock drags against your walls. Your hips jerk with residual waves of your orgasm, stoked by the friction of his cock leaving you, and you can’t hold in the whine or the wriggle when his fingers find your pussy and push his cum back inside.

You try to catch your breath, and Wonwoo’s eyes, but he’s avoiding your gaze.

You’re not really sure why, but you decide to let him take his time, smiling sleepily at Cheol while he tugs his sweats up and scurries off to grab you a damp washcloth.

Wonwoo looks like he wants to die, crouching on the floor next to you with his hands hovering above your stomach, as if he wants to scoop the cum off of you but wouldn’t know what to do with it. You can tell he wants to say something, but he seems frozen in place, tongue tied.

It’s hard, realizing you didn’t really think this through. You didn’t have any worries about your friendship with Cheol, that’s always been solid as a rock, even through you accidentally sending him your nudes and you walking in on him with your roommate.

Wonwoo, though, Wonwoo’s always been different.

You wouldn’t say your friendship is precarious, but it’s… delicate. Special. Something you’ve nurtured and grown over time, and now you sit here, his cum drying on your stomach and him avoiding your eyes, and you wonder if you’ve just undone it all.

Cheol comes back before you can spiral too much, swiping at the puddle then helping you stand and hobble to the bathroom, shower already running and your skincare set out. You can hear towels tumbling in the dryer, and over the water, you think you just might hear Cheol say, “If you wait any longer, you’ll ruin everything.”

You just close your eyes and sink into the steam, letting this be a problem for future you.

AN: thank you to the anon who brought this to me and the other anon (same maybe?) who reminded me of it!! and also thank you to @sluttywonwoo for reading this over for me ��

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#opyoucooked #thisisogood #omg #wow #imspeechless

So I bite off more than I could chew on this one but it's still rushed. Don't expect to pick this up as I based the premise on Digital Devil Saga.

Warrings: Self harm, mentions of vomiting, and cannibalism😔.

DDS.AU with G1 verse

(Day 1)|| (Day 2)|| (Day 3: Sacrifice) || (Day 4)

After one hard battle Optimus begins to wonder if they could ever find peace before execution. Primus sets a curse free and promises the last person standing shall recreate the new world.

Another battle rages on. The smell of sulfur, over heated metal, and gas exhaust pollutants the air. Broken glass and left over parts shattered the ground. The sky is black as the sun has been covered in ash from the flames of war. Every bot is giving this fight their all in hope of pushing the other side out.

Optimus Prime stand in the front line. Standing tall, rushing foward and knocking down Decepticons as he aims for Megatron. He is the beacon of hope for the Autobots. Unfathomable and indestructible, he leads the troops to forge their own, better tomorrow.

But Prime himself has doubts that would happen. That there will be no winner, all will be lost and that they as a species will drive each other to extinction. He wonders how long can he promise a better future to his comrades.

I am Primus

A voice rings into everyone's head.

And I can no longer stand by watching this blood shed as all of you kill each other with no honor.

For this I shall cast a curse upon all of you my children. An unquenchable hunger will fall on to you that will only ease as you devour each other one by one. But do not despair as the last to survive will be granted audience with me and they will shape the new world.

The voice dissipates and a blinding light rises from the ground. It hits every bot all at once and the planet stays quiet.

".... Optimus!"

The Prime jolts upright from the berth. He looks around and finds that he is in the Iacon Medical Center. Actually looks like all Autobots are here, but all of them have no visible wounds.

"Sorry for waking you." Ratchet says as he moves towards the sink to sterilize his hands. "This part needs to be present but once it's over I'll need you to try to go to bed." He then walks over, placing a hand on Optimus's thigh while putting a finger in front of his vision. "Just follow my finger."

"Is everything alright? I'm not quite sure how we returned to base."

"No one does. I just woke up with a lab full of unconscious mechs." Ratchet nods and moves to check his vision with a flashlight. "How are feeling, any pain or hunger?"

"Hungry, excuse my asking but it is out of your standard asking."

He hears a sigh as Ratchet goes to grab a cube of Energon and give to to Optimus. "It's strange but everyone has been waking up with an itchy T-cog and a strong sense of hunger." After handing it off to his patients, he crosses his arms as he walks away from the medical bed. "I haven't been able to find the cause or even treat it. I even give them more than they should have and it just doesn't go away."

"I'm sorry Ratchet, it's so painful. I'm so hungry." A voice towards the back of room rises in volume.

"Punchbug calm down!" Ironhide's can be heard as the sound of the other bot transforms. Horror runs through his body as he doesn't see a vehicle but a monster. All of thier eyes are missing and a large mouth forms where his mid section is. Both teeth and tongue are large and sharp.

Punchbug then tries to lunge forward towards someone sitting in the berth in front of them. Ironhide grabs their head from behind, takes out their blade and cuts through them. Before anyone else could react Ironhide also transforms and with his new form devours Punchbug.

"Ratchet," Ironhide says, "I think I found the cure."

The bell of death rings through the base.

------

After the incident happened they discovered that the only cure for the disease was to kill one another and devour their opponents.

Ratchet had to come up with an alternate, but nothing works. Everything is getting worse and soon in fighting will happen.

Tonight he made the hardiest choice, he opened the door to the morgue and let them eat the corpses.

So here both he and Optimus lay together in bed. Prime holds the medic in his arms and let's him rest his head on his chest. He tries to comfort him, rubbing Ratchet's back and trying from keeping from escaping.

"First we went from cannibalizing our own to being cannibals." Ratchet says no longer hiding his tears. They had spent an hour earlier stuck in the ICU ward. Ratchet trying and failing to purge himself of the one arm he ate. "How much father must we fall? When will it all end?"

Optimus says nothing, he can't formulate words at the moment, not that Ratchet would want to hear them. He tries to talking with Primus, every day since the curse was placed upon them he's tried for answers. The Matrix of Leadership sits dead in his spark and not a word pass through.

He thinks back on the last words, "that the last one standing shall be granted audience with him and make a new world". Could it truly be that all must fall for one to rise.

Should he even ask whom among them will get the honor.

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This is their last stand.

After years of fighting off the opposition army and taking control over the Well of All Sparks. Optimus and the Autobots now have to work to decide whether of not they fight to see who descend and who will parish.

Everyone is silent, it is too much ask them to roll over and sacrifice themselves. It is equally as hard to make them fight each other after not one week pass, they've all protected each other.

In the end it was Ratchet who brakes the tension. He walks towards Optimus and everyone steps aside to let him meet him. "Optimus. I've made up." He grabs one of Optimus' hand, "I can't fight you, any of you." A tear falls off his face, "And I rather it be you who remakes the world."

He stands on his peds, reaching to kiss Prime's face plate. Transforming his other hand to stab his exposed spark. "Please.", his last words are, "Make the next world kind."

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