#surprise! i don’t only work in digital actually

[mossy-paws]

hi uehmm idont know if you do shipart requests but could you do medbrand (medkit x firebrand)…. that would be awesum,,,

I don’t usually draw ships often, but sure!

[makeyoumine69]

Clingy!Patrick Bateman x Insecure!Fem!Reader | NSFW HEADCANON

— A/N: This is the winner of my poll about headcanons, you can leave comments about what headcanons you want me to do in the future, hope you like this one!

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [buy me a coffee]💓

Being Bateman's lover was not easy at all — the constant attention, the greedy looks and flirtatious smiles from everyone who saw him actually made you sad, even insecure.

And Patrick knew that, and he didn't really like it, so no matter where you were — at his or your family's house, at some random party or dinner — his strong hands were always on you, stroking your back, squeezing your hips and groping your ass. Sometimes he'd even get his hands on your breasts, and you'd squeal with surprise and embarrassment, but Bateman would just chuckle and try to play with your nipples through the fabric of whatever you were wearing, especially if you didn't have a bra.

If you ever told him that you were insecure or even afraid that he was having an affair, it would certainly boost his ego and he couldn't help but laugh at your worries, while the sadness and pain would tear him apart from the inside because of how many times he had told you that he had his eyes only on you.

Your anxiety would only encourage him to be more overprotective and intimate with you, even though Patrick never liked the intense physical contact during sex, he would let you hold him tight as he fucked you senseless. He would let you pull on his silky hair while he devoured your soaped pussy, moaning as you grinded against his face. Marking would become his favorite kink, after each passionate love session he would admire the result of his work, tracing his fingers along his bite marks. It would hurt but you could take it because you were his good girl.

Even one mention of another woman — Jean, Evelyn or Courtney — would be enough for him to bend you over the back of his white couch, pull up your skirt and give you several hard slaps on your butt.

"Mhm! Pat-Patrick!" You moaned as you felt his long fingers work between your legs, smearing your wetness along your delicate petals.

"Have I told you how much I hate it when you say things like that?" Bateman growled into your ear after kissing the length of your neck. "Have I told you that, brat?"

"Yes," your voice trembled with the excitement of his firm hips rubbing vigorously against your dripping cunt. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" You whimpered, trying to get up, but he pushed you back, pressing your face against the couch and grabbing your throat.

"No, no, no, little one. You're not going anywhere until I say so." 

With that, Bateman would undo his pants with ease, grunting from how painfully hard he was — his throbbing dick would pop out of his expensive underwear, and he wouldn't care to prepare you properly after your bad behavior.

Savagely, Patrick would thrust into your little hole up to his heavy balls, burying his digits in your soft skin and closing his eyes from the blissful sensation of your hot, soaked pussy.

"F-fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart," he hissed and gave another long stroke, reveling in your lewd sounds as you tried your best not to cum here and now — you didn't want to feed his ego any more, because this bastard was arrogant enough. "Mmmm, I'm gonna fuck all those stupid thoughts out of your head!"

His low panting echoed in your voice like a hypnotic melody, and the only thing you could do was to bend even lower and spread your legs for him as he railed you hard, spanking your ass and yanking your hair. 

Bateman always kept his word and maybe one day you would finally believe you were his only one, yet sometimes Patrick thought you were doing it on purpose as you just loved being fucked like a whore.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[markiemelon]

ordinary

fluff ─ ੈ♡˳ no warnings! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

idol!jaehyun x gn!reader

this one’s for all my delulus out there!

{6:33pm} ♡‧₊˚ ↴

it wasn’t his job that made him ordinary, it wasn’t his talent, and it certainly wasn’t his looks.. but it was the little things he did, like wanting to go to the convenience store with you at 2am even after a long day of photoshoots and promotions.

it’s starting to get colder, and leaves are turning brown again. just like it was when you met him. this time of year makes you remember the first time you crossed paths.

you were working at a cafe, your first day, first job. he, of all people, walked in. you felt your heart stop and start again. of course you knew who he was, but you didn’t dare say anything. you kindly welcomed him, holding back the urge to ask for a picture or an autograph.. you were too shy to do anything like that.

you’ll never forget his order. in fact, it still hasn’t changed. you called it out. “extra hot caramel macchiato, two pumps hazelnut, extra whipped cream.”

he was off to the side of the counter, jotting something down on piece of paper. his head perked up at your call, and he smiled.

he payed in cash, and managed to slip something in with it. a little folded up sticky note wedged in between the bills. you wouldn’t have noticed it if it hadn’t slipped out and fallen onto the floor. “oh, did something fall out of—”

“don’t worry. that’s for you.” he interjected, taking the change you held out for him in your hand. “well thanks. have a nice day.” he nodded on his way out.

after watching him exit in awe, you picked up the note. a string of digits was written across it in really poor handwriting. it read ‘text me?’ but it actually looked more like ‘taxi man’

but you couldn’t focus for the rest of the day. seeing him in person was enough to shake you up, but for him to hit on you? you got a least 4 orders wrong after that.

when you finally got home, you were hesitant to type the number into your phone. did he really mean to give it to you? that’s dangerous… for all he knows, you could be a sasaeng.

you ignored any doubts and just did it anyway. you had no idea what to say. not wanting to freak him out or act like a crazy fan, you went with something simple.

hi are you the guy from earlier? caramel macchiato?

shortly after you sent it, you got a response.

yeah that’s me

you stared at your screen expressionless, trying to process what was going on. and then another text came through.

sorry that note was so sloppy. actually i was worried you wouldn’t be able to read it

im jaehyun by the way. could i get your name?

all you could do was laugh. it was unbelievable.

surprisingly, you slept pretty well that night. but you woke up a little disappointed, thinking you’d just woken from the best dream ever. you picked up your phone to check the time only to see a message from a number that had yet to be saved as a contact.

you working today?

you took a second to notice the messages above it, where you exchanged names. your heart fluttered, but then it dropped. it was already noon and jaehyun’s text is what reminded you that you had a shift at 1:15. your thumbs slammed against your keyboard to respond.

yes i totally forgot

you pulled yourself together in like 10 minutes. hair kinda messy, eye bags on fleek, you head out. you were in such a hurry, it didnt occur to you to check if he responded.

nice. i’ll see you there

but you left him on delivered.

you made it just on time. you reached for the door handle but someone else beat you to it. a familiar voice spoke. “here, i can get that.”

you weren’t expecting to see jaehyun right beside you, and you obviously weren’t used to seeing his face up close and personal. “oh it’s you-” your hands instinctively covered your mouth in surprise. “what are you doing here?” you avoided looking directly at him as you made your way inside.

he followed behind you. “i have a day off.. and i was craving coffee.” you rubbed your cold hands together. “is that so?” heading to the back to put your things down, you tried hard not to show how nervous you were.

you came back out with an apron, and you made sure to fix your hair up a bit. jaehyun was standing on the other side of the counter like he was ready to place an order, so you had to think of him as any regular customer. “what can i get for you today, sir?”

“can i get a… date with you?”

at that point, it had started to sink in. that you actually had a shot with this guy.

“sir, that’s.. not on the menu.” you teased with a sudden confidence, looking him in the eye.

yes, this was jeong jaehyun. but at the end of the day, he was still a man. and like any man, you wouldn’t let him pull you so easily.

“it’s not?” he answered, his gaze lingering on you so naturally. “hmm…” with a quick scan of the menu, he continued. “a caramel macchiato is fine, then.”

one thing led to another, and the untouchable superstar jaehyun you couldn’t believe was real, was now the annoying jaehyun who refused to leave your home.

jaehyun, the unreachable idol who travels the world, performing at sold out stadiums, is still jaehyun, who sleeps through his alarms, and sings in the shower…

now you know he’s not unreachable or untouchable, but it was still hard for you to understand how such a special person… could really be so ordinary.

thank you for reading 🌱 reqs always open

[vampiretendencies]

request; jj blurb idea! wearing his clothes for the first time/him seeing you in his clothes for the first time. maybe showering at the chateau but you didn’t bring anything so he gives you a tshirt! hehe literally kicking my feet under the table rn

pairing; jj x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, maybe suggestive

authors note; i was doing the same when you sent this anon in love with this idea ! (req a blurb from below w what’s left on the prompt list, or send in blurb, imagines, & fic ideas) a few more hours until season 3!

other ways to say i love you prompt list

The opportunity to wear JJ’s clothes tainted your thoughts undoubtedly.

Not only because it belonged to him but because everything about JJ’s wardrobe, is so JJ.

No problem with repping any and everything that belonged to your infamous boyfriend. Wether it be wearing his pair of boxers as shorts, a wife beater to slumber in, or a random tee shirt to go out in broad day light.

You just longed for his material to be around your figure.

Congenial and adequate, soft yet comfortable— all elements of his clothes that are alike with JJ.

They are his clothes, after all.

“JJ let go of me!”

Stood smack in the the middle of JJ’s room at the chateau. His window partially open, wind bristling from the night air, making its way through. Whilst the hard wood floors beneath the two of you tracked the imprints of your feet. Bed rolled around in, from you forcing JJ off of you then— merely to let you get up and off of the bed to shower, that you did. Since you came out though, wearing little clothing, (given that there wasn't much of your own items lying around at the Chateau) he hasn't let you be.

He encapsulates you with his sinewy arms, body swallowing you whole. Whilst you forcefully push your hands against his broad, shirtless chest— the skin mellow and thick. Indentations of your miniature hands marking his skin, like your were a rag doll; screaming for dear life.

All JJ could muster was a low, raspy chuckle.

“Say you won’t leave.”

JJ wanted to make love to you all day long.

Not sex.

But emotionally.

To emotionally make love, to have and hold. A day full of luster, every millisecond spent around or with you. To confide in and maybe even shrink you and put you in his pocket.

A keepsake.

“You know I can’t, I don’t have another change of clothes.”

Behind every ‘can’t’ JJ miraculously finds a way, opportunity at hand to see you clad in something of his.

“Lets find you something of mine?”

JJ flicks his tongue, peering down at you due to the fact that he knows he’s won and you aren’t moving a muscle. His hands maneuver themselves to the lower part of your ass, hands habitually grasp the masses with a squeeze of his hands.

“Are you gonna’ give me something to wear then or what?”

You hid your secret giddiness inside, not wanting to be the one to initiate this sentiment— things seemingly working themselves out anyway.

“Actually, baby … just fuckin’ walk around naked … s’even better.”

He acknowledges the glint in your eye, possibly even a twitch that says, ‘get me some damn clothes before I wring your neck.’

“Okay okay, whatcha’ thinkin’ a little Heywards t-shirt action … Bait Shop shirt … ?”

He let go of you distastefully, instantly salivating for the contact again. Walking over to the wooden drawers of his dresser, pulling out multiple options— signaling you to come over and pick.

“Surprise me.”

And you turn around, facing the emptiness of his room, that wasn’t his room, but nonetheless. Rummaging was heard as he hummed and mumbled minuscule things to himself.

“Turn around, pretty girl.”

An off-black brownish t-shirt is thrown into your hands. A decor in the upper left side that read ‘Sex Wax Est 2005’, font circular and embellished with stars on either end.

“Your turn-“

He was already turning around, the gentlemen that he prided on being. You grinned at the cotton beneath your digits, bringing it up to your nose— though it had been washed, his powerful musk still retained it. The silky sensation of yeasty beer and a freshly rolled blunt encompassed your senses.

“Need more time?”

“Just a second, J.”

If only he knew your fixation was obsessive beforehand.

“I’ll just be here … y’know ... missin' my girl."

Feet away, physical touch being his love language fully had a choke hold on him per usual.

After you were done with your inspection you pulled the thin material of your cropped cami past your shoulders, bra clasped tight to your back. Leaving you to remove those lacey pocketed shorts that adorned your body; his shirt lazily pulled past your head, drowning you in its bigger size, falling just to your mid thigh.

The sole way to sleep with JJ disclosed.

You felt more his than you ever had in the past; claiming his array of bib and tucker with exuberance.

His baby suffocating in him.

You cleared your throat gesturing for him to turn around, his mouth gaping open as he's awe struck; open long enough that you were impressed something didn't fly in it.

"Shit you look better than me!"

Ogle eyes whilst his mouth formed a tight-lipped smile, stomach churning and insides wavering at the woman he chose to take part in his life with him.

It may be a shirt to most, but with his person inside of it made it all the more nostalgic, heart growing tender.

"C'mere gotta get a better look at you."

Following suit you step forward to him, lips instantly connecting with your jaw with pure infatuation.

"S'perfect baby."

"Yeah? Think I can pass as the new JJ Maybank?" In the same position the two of you were in minutes ago, except grins are wider and souls aching all the more for eachother; and you mocked him.

"Pass me a beer and a J."

[7s3ven]

WHAT HAPPENS IN VAGAS STAYS IN VAGAS. simon riley

( just an idea)

I recently watched a movie set in Vegas that had the title (what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas) as its motto and I thought it’d be a really funny plot. I’ll use Ghost as a placeholder for now.

But yeah, imagine reader and Ghost (total strangers) get married in Vegas and they’re like “wtf” and they don’t officially divorce so, hey, Ghost actually has a wife on paper. And then Laswell introduces TF 141 to a transferred worker and what do you know, it’s Ghost’s Vegas wife.

Ghost wasn’t known for drinking past his limits. In fact, he barely had any. He wasn’t a light weight in the slightest. He could drink at least twenty large pints of beer and still be fully sober. But, it seems Vegas had fucked him over. He blamed Jonny for convincing the team to take a holiday to America.

He could still taste the fruity cocktails on his tongue as he sat up, rubbing his face. His mask was discarded to the side, lying on the floor. The room was surprisingly tidy as he leaned over the body beside him to retrieve his mask- wait, that wasn’t right.

Ghost let out a grunt of surprise, staring at the person beside him. His gaze immediately landed on the wedding ring that glinted in the dim light. His heart lurched. Had he slept with a married person? His brows creased as he tried to remember what had happened. Who even was this strange woman? He had never seen her before.

Ghost racked his brain for clues until he realized that the woman beside him was the one he had been eyeing all night in a drunken state. He thought she was pretty and he hadn’t seen the ring before.

He looked down at his own hand, eyes widening even more at the sight of a matching wedding band. It didn’t take a genius to piece everything together.

Ghost hadn’t slept with an already taken person, he had fucking married a stranger instead. Well, in the grand scheme of things, that seemed a little better than ruining a marriage because he drank too much.

You stirred and Ghost froze as you opened your eyes, blinking in confusion. “Where am I?” You were just as confused as he was. “Hey, did we sleep together? You don’t have a girlfriend, do you?” Your words slurred together. You glanced at the ring on his finger, lurching back. “Oh my gosh! Are you married?! Did I fuck a married person?! I’m so sorry!”

“Look at your own finger.” Ghost grumbled. “Wasn’t married before I met you.”

At least you were a smart one. “Oh… we married each other… um, what’s your name?”

“Simon Riley.”

“Y/N L/N.”

The two of you shook hands, still tangled in the white bedsheets.

“So… what happens now?” You mutter.

“I gotta get to work. Give me your number so I can call ya and we can… figure whatever the hell this is out.”

You hand him a piece of paper with your digits written on it. It doesn’t take you long to get dressed and walk out of the hotel, already texting your friends on what you had woken up to.

Hours passed and then days and finally months. And there was no call from the handsome man you had accidentally married. And there was no chance of even divorcing if you couldn’t get in contact with him.

So you endured it. And whenever your friends asked about the ring, you told them the story of how you had managed to get drunk and marry a total stranger. They found it hilarious.

Kate Laswell was the woman who entirely changed your life, in more ways than another. When you were a teenager, she helped you out of a slump. You owed her a great deal for saving you at your worst. So when she asked you to transfer from your secretary line of work in the military to a special operations unit as their new intelligence operative, you agreed.

She had given a meaning to your life, a well-paying job that could support you, and unintentionally reunited you with the man who was bound to you on paper.

“This is Y/N. Treat her nice.” Laswell says to the four large men towering over you. But you only have eyes for the one with the Skull mask. You could recognzie those vivid eyes anywhere.

He wasn’t wearing gloves, giving you a perfect view of the wedding ring still sitting on his finger. You couldn’t blame him, you still wore yours too for some reason.

“Ey, LT, yer gon’ a burn a hole in the poor lassie if ya keep starin’ like that.” John Mactavish, aka known as Soap or Jonny, said, laughing. “You like ‘er or somethin’?”

“Yeah, I guess. She’s my wife after all.” Ghost grunts. You want to pinch the bridge of your nose. How could he say such a thing without context?

Gaz is the one who makes a fuss over Ghost’s statement. “Wait, you’re married?! And you didn’t invite us?!”

“It was in a dingy church.” You say to fill in the gaps.

“Where?” Gaz presses on.

You and Ghost exchange a look, embarrassed about your reckless actions. “Vegas.” You both say in unison.

You can practically see the cogs working in Soap’s head as he gasps. “Is that where yer disappeared off to? Ya got married to a pretty lass without tellin’ us? How long have y’all known each other?!”

You clear your throat as you hear the quiet sound of Laswell chuckling. Glad to see she finds your predicament amusing. “We don’t.”

“So you married a stranger?” Soap’s eyebrows furrow. “Ey, how come you got married before me?!”

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Ghost reminds his team members.

It’d be really funny if, even after that, you and Ghost still don’t divorce. And y’all actually start treating each other like lovers.

Like, yeah, we were strangers and got married in a church in Vegas but we won’t divorce because the married life is actually better than expected. What about it?

Ghost literally brushes off the fact that you guys were strangers. He treats you like his wife, bringing you food and wiping your makeup off when you’re too tired to do so. And eventually, you guys just accept it.

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Ateez San & Wooyoung x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.8k ღ genre: smut (soft dom!San, soft dom!Wooyoung, threesome, fingering (vaginal & anal), unprotected sex, double penetration, multiple orgasms) ღ reader: has a vagina and breasts, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: “Oh, is that how you like it?”

Author’s note: Igby, this one’s for you <3

“Relax, baby,” San breathes in between kisses, his lips capturing yours again a mere second later to ease you into an unhurried rhythm. His palms rest on your upper arms, the warmth radiating off of them enveloping you in an air of comfort - quite in contrast to the burning kisses Wooyoung is scattering all over the back of your neck. He has one hand placed on your hip, steadying you, while the other is drawing soothing circles on your ass. You moan into San’s kiss when you can feel the other guy’s fingernails digging into your flesh, only for his digits to dance towards the inside of your thighs next. Heat rushes to your core, and the desire to have him play with your cunt is undeniable. But you know they have other plans, so you hold tight. With a disappointed whine from your side, San’s lips leave yours, and now Wooyoung speaks up.

“Spread your legs for us, baby,” he mutters while you’re kneeling in between them on top of your bed. “And we’re gonna take real good care of you.” With San wrapping his arms around you to steady you, you do as told, and when you feel Wooyoung’s finger starting to tease your ass, you arch your back into his touch without thinking. Your eyelids flutter shut at the unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation, and you can hear San chuckling at your reaction.

“Feels good?” he asks as the digit is removed from your behind, and you look up at him with a hint of disappointment in your gaze. San’s hand finds your cheek, and there’s a barely noticeable pout appearing on his lips as he brushes his thumb against the soft skin on your face.

“It’s gonna feel even better soon,” Wooyoung says from behind you, spreading a generous amount of lube on his fingers before he starts prodding at your hole again and it makes you suck in a sharp breath.

“Y-yeah,” you respond weakly, worried about the state the two are going to put you in if this much is already affecting you so strongly. But you trust them both to take care of you, so you don’t spend too much time dwelling on the thought, instead letting yourself enjoy the tingles running through your whole body as Wooyoung slowly but steadily works his fingers into your hole, stretching you out carefully. “Fuck…” you mutter a curse as the pleasure keeps building up, and you relax into San’s embrace. “M-more.”

“More what, baby?” San asks, and you gasp as Wooyoung is pumping two fingers in and out of you now. The guy in front of you lets one hand wander your body, fingertips tracing your shapes as he gradually navigates south.

“W-want you to touch me too…” you manage to say, and surely enough as San is chuckling at your request, Wooyoung teases,

“Oh, is that how you like it? Stuffed full by the both of us?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, and surely enough San doesn’t let you wait. You shiver at the way he runs his fingers through your folds, and you whine as you hear him comment on how wet you are.

“You’re fucking soaked…” he mutters through gritted teeth, clearly affected by how turned on you are. 

“Shit, don’t tell us you’re gonna cum from this alone?” Wooyoung questions, and from the absence of his usual teasing tone you can tell he’s actually surprised.

“M-maybe,” you choke up, your hips now rocking back and forth, as the pace at which they’re pumping in and out of you matches with your rhythm. “F-fuck, I-” Your thighs are starting to shake, your high building up in the pit of your stomach, and when San angles his hand a bit differently so that with each of your movements your clit grazes his palm, you know the edge isn’t far off. “C-can I cum…? P-please let me c-cum,” you whine, just before reaching the point of no return. You can still hear them giving you permission, but it would’ve been too late anyway - the orgasm overwhelms you, shaking you whole as you convulse around both San’s and Wooyoung’s fingers, and when you’re coming down from it, you find your entire body trembling. They both pull out carefully, and after giving you some time to catch your breath, you find Wooyoung’s hand cupping your chin to make you look up at San.

“You were so pretty just now,” the guy behind mutters, as if in a trance. “I can’t wait to see how much prettier you’re gonna be with both our cocks inside you.” 

“Y/N,” San calls out your name, ignoring the other’s remark for now. “Do you think you can take it?”

“Want it…” you slur, adding the most desperate plea you’ve made in a while as you peak up at his face, “Please wreck me.” You can see San sucking in a shaky breath as he’s trying desperately to keep his composure, and after another exchange of looks with Wooyoung, he lies down flat on his back, patting his muscular thighs as a sign for you to come ride him. You don’t hesitate to crawl towards him, straddling him as Wooyoung stays right behind you, unable to take his hands off you. He wraps his arms around your torso both as a way to support you, and in order to let his hands roam all over you. And you’re not as fragile as the two are treating you at this point, but with your thighs still shaking from your earlier orgasm and from the expectations for the next one that will surely come soon enough, you can’t say you’re not thankful.

“Come here, beautiful,” San mutters softly as he welcomes you on top of him, giving himself a few strokes before letting you take over as you align yourself with his length. You hiss another curse at the way you’re sinking down on him so smoothly and with such ease, that it also makes him let out a groan through slightly parted lips. His hands on your hips, he guides you into a slow but steady pace, and Wooyoung is quick to press his chest against your back as his hands fondle your breasts and his lips are fast attached to your neck. You can feel his hard length pressing against the small of your back as he moves them in tune with yours, and curses are continuously muttered into your ear in between praises.

“That feel good?” he asks and you can only moan in response as they’re easing you into the next round. “So good for us, huh?”

“Y-yeah… I’ll be good for you…” you promise as your eyelids flutter shut. All the attention the two guys are giving you is lulling you into a comfortable dizziness, your mind clouded by pleasure. Only when Wooyoung takes his hands off you, and the heat exuding his body is removed from your back do you come to your senses - at least for a short while.

“Are you ready?” he asks, gently pushing you towards San who puts a hand onto your chest instead as you hover above him now. 

“Yeah,” you speak, clearly, arousal coursing through your veins like flames at the thought of having not one, but both their dicks inside of you.

“Go easy on Y/N,” San warns Wooyoung, and as you’re about to shake your head at his warning, you can feel the latter dripping some more lube right onto your ass, and when only a second later his aligns his tip against your hole, heat washes over you, clearing your head of all thoughts.

“Fu-” you choke on the curse about to fall from your lips when it merely takes Wooyoung a few thrusts to be snugly fitted inside of you, and he too lets out a broken moan at the sensation.

“Shit, this is so much better than I imagined it,” he utters, and as you send San a pleading look that’s also meant for the other guy, you force out the words that were on your mind earlier,

“D-don’t… go easy… w-want you to ruin me… p-please…” You whimper at the newfound pleasure of being so perfectly filled up when Wooyoung begins to thrust, slowly at first, and you’re sure he’s using all the self control he has in order not to accidentally hurt you. But soon enough it becomes clear that you can take him, and when he starts pounding into you with more force, both you and San moan from the pleasure washing over you.

“Fuck.” This time it’s San who spits out a curse, watching you gradually falling apart in between the two with lust-filled eyes. Wooyoung bends over as far as he can, and you can feel his heavy breaths against the skin on your back with each time he thrusts back into you - as if you weren’t already losing your sanity a few moments earlier. You whine and whimper, unable to form phrases or even singular words to express how they’re making you feel. Not even their names make it past your lips anymore, only pathetic and unintelligible attempts at calling out for them. In no time you can feel your next high towering before you, threatening to crash down on you any time now, and without warning, and the more desperately you’re clawing at the bedsheets underneath the three of you, the more needy their moans and grunts are becoming as well.

You’re the first one to fall apart as Wooyoung snaps his hips into yours, and your orgasm shakes you even harder than the first time. You clench around their cocks violently, until the overstimulation sets in and San releases inside you with a whine so beautiful, you’d have almost thought you could’ve cum again from just the sound. And then, with two overstimulated, whimpering messes underneath him, Wooyoung too releases with a moan that tells you he’s just been holding back again, so you and San could have your highs first.

They help you lie down on the sheets next to them, their cum dripping out of you slowly and mixing in between your thighs, and when Wooyoung hungrily licks his lips, staring at the view that’s unfolding in front of him, you can only weakly push him back.

“I’ll die,” you joke, the exhaustion tugging at your limbs as he grins and mutters a “sorry”, placing a kiss onto your forehead instead.

“I’ll clean you up with a towel, then?” he offers, as San is already reaching for said towel and handing it to him.

“Please,” you say, eyelids fluttering shut at the way both of them are touching you carefully - San rubbing soothing circles on your thighs and sides, while Wooyoung tries not to come in contact with your core too much as he wipes their cum off your legs.

“You did well,” San praises you, pulling you in for a kiss on the cheek, before he lets you rest against his chest. “You did so well for us.”

[skittlewaffle]

Houghhh … been a while, huh ?? ^^”

Actually, just ignore that time gap and look at my process of figuring out my style for the Digital Circus characters in these silly lil doodles (in reverse order haha), i like to make myself suffer by forcing myself to draw the characters from memory instead of looking up references;; mostly because i only doodle traditionally at work and i’m not supposed to have my phone at work hdjdjcjsj,, i only get the chance to observe the designs more closely every time i come back home :)

I hope u enjoy !! I’m trying my best;; posting is just hard to me for no clear reason 😭😭😭 I’ve been reading all ur tags and it honestly warms my heart (made me cry a lil tbh);; I was surprised my work was still looked at and so many people had such good things to say about it !! And those of y’all concerned about me, don’t worry, i am okay 🥹🤲 it started with schoolwork with random spells of task paralysis that had me napping way more than i should’ve. the majority of my online activity is on discord so i had basically moved my focus away from my public audience (i’m sowwy :(( ) i’m doing my best to manage and figure out my problems

Thank you all for sticking with me through it; i can’t quite express the extent of my gratitude haha , 💖💖💖 I love y’all

[beenbaanbuun]

Love im addicted to you Matz and darling work!!✨pls make masterlist

Soooo I was thinking are they into role playing?? Like what scenario matz and darling choose??

I have one unholy one in my mind, what if mommy hwa ties hong to chair and make him watch as he takes darling ?? This would be soo🤌🏻🤌🏻

hello!!!! the masterlist is here!! she needs updating with the last few works but that’s a job for later im afraid 😭😭

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they definitely like to add a little spice into the bedroom, and i was actually thinking about that very thing just the other day. hongjoong had been a little too bratty after waking up alone and had decided to take it out not just on darling, but also on seonghwa. now, darling knows better than anyone in that house that being a brat gets you nowhere, except in hongjoong’s case, where it gets you tied to a chair.

“comfy?” seonghwa purrs into his husbands ear as he tightens the last nod. hongjoong tries to wriggle a little, but to no avail. it doesn’t surprise him; seonghwa’s rigging skills are unmatched. hongjoong gives a little shake of his head in response to the question, a defiant look in his eyes as he glares up at his partner. “good; you’re not supposed to be.”

he hears a little giggle from across the room and his gaze shoots over to where you sit on the bed, completely bare and ready for the taking. his eyes narrow, determined to convey a message to you; he may be tied up, but he’s still your dom at the end of the day. you seem to understand it, but you never once wipe the smile from your face… fucking brat.

“you did this to yourself, mi amor,” seonghwa says, stalking his way over to where you sit. a pretty hand lands atop your head, tugging at you until you sit leaning against your mommy’s hipbone. you close your eyes in bliss as he brushes your hair from your face and hongjoong can’t help but feel annoyance bubble up within him at the sight. “hasn’t our little darling proved enough times that being a little shit gets you nowhere? haven’t you yourself dragged her over your lap enough for that little lesson to sink in?”

hongjoong, of course, has learnt that lesson. not only has he taught it to you plenty of times, but he’s also been on the receiving end a few more times than he’d like to admit. it doesn’t always end up with him tied to a chair, but it is always torture for him.

his eyes narrow as he watches seonghwa’s hand dip to your chin, gently caressing your soft skin before lifting your gaze from hongjoong to your mommy. the whimper you let out when a thumb slowly pushes its way between your lips is sinful. pair it with the wide eyes look you offer to his husband and its enough to make the devil himself let out a little prayer. only you could make innocence look so slutty…

“you know, you’re lucky my precious lamb is as understanding as she is,” the thumb is pulled from your mouth with a pop, a single string of saliva connecting the digit to the still parted lips. seonghwa swipes at them, smearing your own saliva against them. hongjoong almost cums in his pants when he sees you chase after the thumb, yearning to have something rested against your tongue once more. “she didn’t even snitch on you when you were being such a troublesome brat. seriously mi amor, refusing to let her sit with you simply because she grew too hungry to stay in bed with you this morning? it’s childish, isn’t it lamb?”

and although it really shouldn’t have, the question makes hongjoong smile. clearly seonghwa was in some sort of tyrannical headspace tonight; to punish hongjoong and then continue on to ask you such a leading question? he really is out for blood.

and it seems as though you can see it too. you blink up at seonghwa’s expression of faux-innocence, your lust addled brain taking just a moment longer to compute than usual. if you answer how seonghwa wishes for you to, hongjoong will no doubt pounce the moment he gets free of the restraints. if you don’t, seonghwa will no doubt take joy in punishing you too. you swallow down your worries as your mind races to decide which lover you’d rather have on your side.

“yes, mommy,” you whisper, your voice unsure and trembling. a proud smile forms on seonghwa’s face as you fall right into the trap he lay for you. he turns his head to face his husband, giving hongjoong a single look that tells all; take this punishment like a good boy, and taking care of you will be his reward…

[kasssscali]

Uhhh.. this is embarrassing, but can you write a headcanons about Jax x Ragatha???

A/N: lol don’t be embarrassed, honestly I like Ragatha x Jax

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I think the two would somewhat balance out each other, Ragatha seems more grounded with what she stands for

While Jax seems like the type to go with whatever happens

It’s not only Pomni that has mental breakdowns every so often, every character has broken down more than once in the digital circus

especially Ragatha, Ragatha has accepted the fact that she is going to be stuck in this digital world for the rest of her life

chasing an unattainable goal will drive you crazy after all

and poor Ragatha knows from experience

”Jax I’m panicking… I’M PANICKING”

at first Jax doesn’t see the issue

”meh, chill out Doll your fine.”

but once he actually looks at her, and sees that she’s tugging at her own hair then he’s to the rescue

he doesn’t really know what to do at first, so he just pats her back as a pathetic attempt top calm her down

and to his surprise it does work

Ragatha is also a complete and utter clutz, Jax finds it hilarious but also adorable

he’ll stretch his foot out and every single time Ragatha falls for it

to him it never gets old, and he doesn’t understand why Ragatha sees it as a bigger issue than he does

there just somewhat harmless jokes

Jax would definitely scare her with a centipede, and chase her around with it to mess with her

Ragatha doesn’t like his jokes, and has a hard time understanding his sense of humor

but he has his moments where he can be irresistibly charming to her

and he can be funny, you’ll see Jax crack a few clever jokes that make Ragatha giggle. Even when she’s having the roughest day

[gaybananabread]

tadc headcanons perhaps? Any character, lee or ler

☆—TADC Main Cast Tkl Headcanons—⁠☆

~How about all of them? This took forever; I live in shame. But hey, they're done now, so…yay! LONG so prepare to read for a sec. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you Enjoy!~

💙Pomni🃏

General:

This wet dog of a clown definitely loves tickles.

She just thinks it’s nice that there’s a way to just laugh without needing to think about anything else: a way to just disconnect and enjoy oneself.

A lee-leaning switch. Loves being tickled, but occasionally wants to make someone else giggle and squirm.

Lee:

She gets lee moods pretty frequently, though she rarely tries to fix them. Girl is way too anxious to actually ask for what she wants

Sometimes, one of her fellow players will notice and step in and help, usually Kinger or Ragatha.

She’s a squirmer for sure. Make sure you’ve got a good grip, or she’ll wriggle away (not for long, but still)

If you get her really good, she’ll squeak like a stress toy. It flusters the hell out of her if you tease about it.

Worst spots are her sides, which get loud squeaks if you squeeze them. Navel is sorta bad as well, but she can handle it a lot longer.

Melt spot is her neck, specifically under her chin. She can and will fall asleep if you stay there too long.

Ler:

She’s a softer ler to everyone but Jax. He deserves it honesty-

Gentle tickles, small teases, compliments. Her goal is to make you happy.

“Wow, you’ve got a really pitchy laugh. No, don’t stop, it’s nice.”

“Thanks for not squirming away. Oh, c’mon, I can tell.”

“You’re so soft… I’ve gotta do this more often.”

Really easy to fluster if you can think through the giggles; a quick compliment or praise has her burning.

Her ler moods are usually spurred by something else, like walking in on a tickle fight or hearing the t-word a certain way.

To fix a mood, she’ll usually just go up to Ragatha or Kinger and wiggle her fingers. They usually get the message pretty quickly.

Pretty decent with aftercare. She’s a cuddle bug, but if you’re not big on touch, she’ll find a blanket for you. Other than that, you’ll have to ask.

🦷Caine🎪

General:

The chaos man is a pure switch.

Once he finds out that tickling can affect him and works oh-so-well on his friends, he makes sure to abuse that knowledge whenever possible.

I mean, laughter is better than abstraction, right?

Lee:

The first time he’s tickled is the most confusing moment of his existence.

Like, what? Someone wiggles their fingers somewhere, and it feels like little fuzzy zaps under his digital skin? Crazy.

Once he gets past that, though, the toothy man loves every bit of the odd sensation he can get.

He’ll provoke the players, casually throw the t-word into speeches, or make NPCs to do the job for him (nobody knows about these guys though)

He tries to hold still, but don’t be surprised if he randomly teleports mid-tickle. It always flusters him when he has to go back and ask for it to continue.

Worst spots are his sides and underarms. He’ll screech.

He’s not really all that ticklish anywhere else though, each spot only getting little giggles and titters.

Doesn’t really have a melt spot, though he loves belly tickles. It’s not a bad spot at all for him, but he likes feeling “normal” and connected to the players in that sense.

Sometimes, if you really get him laughing, the sound will glitch. It’s utterly adorable to hear.

Ler:

Run as fast as you can, my friends.

Ler moods come to him for completely random reasons. If he sees someone sad or stressed, if they laugh just a bit too sweetly, if they’re being too sassy: they’re done for.

He uses his digital powers to subdue lees. If you’re hiding? He’ll teleport to you. Fighting him off? Bubbles come and snag your wrists. If you genuinely don’t want him to, he’ll let you go. Other than that, good luck.

“Oh my! You’re quite ticklish, aren’t you?”

“You can’t, hmm? Can’t what? Can’t handle it? Can’t tell me to stop? I’d love to know what’s going through your mind, dear!”

“It tickles, does it? How about I add a few feathers; I hear they’re all the rage among humans!”

He’s really hard to fluster when he’s tickling. Teasy lees, you might have met your match.

Sort of okay with aftercare? He doesn’t understand it at first, but he tries. Head pats and water are his go-to, but he’ll do more if you ask.

💜Jax🐇

General:

Sassy rabbit feels like a ler-leaning switch.

He’s always willing to wreck a bitch, but doesn’t mind the occasional laugh or two for himself.

When he’s feeling lonely or touch starved, tickles are his go-to in either direction.

Lee:

While on the rare side, his lee moods are intense.

Blushes, small giggles, antsy demeanor, flinching from small touches: not exactly discreet.

If another player notices (which almost always happens), he’ll deny and fight it ‘til the cows come home. You’ve gotta fight to give him what he wants.

He’s a flailer for sure. Donkey kicks and stray elbows are his specialty.

Worst spots are his ears, specifically the bases. They get him cackling almost instantly.

Melt spots are the tops of his knees. Nobody really ever targets them, but he goes nearly limp if a few spidering fingers land there.

If you get him just right, he’ll thump his feet against the floor. He dies if you tease him about it.

Ler:

Evil son of a gun, so watch your back.

He lives for a good chase. Will probably try and tease you into running, just so he can trap and catch you.

Very verbal and teasing. He has zero shame in turning you red as a rose.

“You got ten seconds to run, doll. Better make ‘em count~”

“Aww, what’s the matter? Can’t bring your arms down? That’s alright; I’ll make sure you have some fun~”

“You sure do scream a lot, sweet cheeks. I’d cover my ears if they didn’t sound so cute.”

Very smug man, not an easily flustered ler. It really takes some confident prodding or skill to get him.

He uses his tall man advantage every time. Holding a lee up by their arms, using his legs to keep them sitting, putting something on a tall shelf and attacking whenever they try to get it: the list goes on.

He’s actually pretty good with aftercare, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.

He’ll make sure you’re okay and get you water, though he’ll act like it’s such a chore. After that, it’s either cuddles because you “look like death warmed over,” or a special snack to “keep you from annoying him.”

❤️Ragatha🪡

General:

She’s a switch, not really leaning in one direction or the other.

Loves tickling because it can make the other players laugh, which they all desperately need. She knows she does.

Lee:

She’s incredibly shy when she gets in a lee mood. Good luck getting her to do anything productive or coherent until she’s helped.

While she tries holding still, she can’t help but curl up. You’ll need to hold her arms above her head or get used to moving with her.

I like to think she’s got a louder, more obnoxious-sounding laugh (no projection, you have 0 proof-)

Lots of snorts, cackles, and little hiccup-squeaks.

Speaking of which, the easiest way to fluster her is to compliment her laugh. She’s self-conscious about it, so literally any praise will have her coming apart at the seams (hehehe pun)

Worst spots are her neck and back, specifically her shoulder blades. She cannot handle massages around there.

Melt spots are her belly and thighs. Some gentle traces or pokes in either of those areas has her in giggle heaven.

Ler:

She's incredibly sweet, though she's got a different way of doing things for certain people.

With most of the circus members, she's soft and playful. Light touches, quick scribbles and small teases.

“You're such a wiggle worm, giggles. Try to hold still for me, will you?”

“Aww, look at that adorable blush. I'm glad to know you're having fun!”

For select individuals (Jax and anyone misbehaving), she's playfully mean and a touch ruthless. Fast squeezes and very teasy attacks.

“Aww, that spot’s pretty sensitive, huh? I should tell the others; I'm sure they'd love a chance to see you like this!”

She's surprisingly strong, able to pin pretty much all of the players. If you wanna try escaping, get ready for a good fight.

She's amazing with aftercare. She'll make sure you're alright, get you a drink, and swaddle you in a soft blanket for cuddles.

If you aren't big on touch, she'll get you the finest digital cuisine (basically asking Caine for your favorite food) and whatever else you can think of.

🎭Gangle🎀

General:

This ribbon girl is very much a lee.

If she does tickle anyone, it’s an extremely rare one-off occasion.

She’s just more comfortable with being tickled, for a number of reasons.

Doesn’t want to risk pushing someone’s boundaries, uncomfortable touching them, or just a general not-wanting-too feeling.

Lee:

Lee moods are about as rare as pebbles for her. They’re pretty obvious, too.

Tightly coiled posture, a giddy look on her face (biggest giveaway), and very nonchalant staring at people’s hands.

Needless to say, everyone is clued in almost immediately.

She has no shame in wiggling around and unraveling, though she does actually want to get away. It’s fun, and it usually gets her ler to tease her.

Worst spots are the inner parts of her midsection ribbons. She will absolutely try to unravel and slip out of your arms if you try it.

Melt spot is her mask, specifically the back of it. As long as she’s wearing it, she’ll feel the tickles. Girly melts into a giddy puddle in your arms.

Her laughter is really pitchy, with plenty of squeaks and squeals to go around. Kind of like a mouse on helium (great way to tease her, as long as it’s done kindly)

Gets flustered VERY easily. You won’t have to try hard unless you really want to.

♚Kinger🪲

General:

The softest lee-leaning switch you'll ever meet.

He loves tickles, though you won't catch him openly admitting it. It's too embarrassing for him

He gets lee moods frequently, though he's willing to help a friend with theirs if they need it.

Lee:

He's decently shy, never coming out and asking for tickles. He usually just suffers in silence until Ragatha notices.

On a rare day where he's stable and confident, he'll tease Pomni or the ragdoll to try and provoke it.

It rarely works how he'd like, but they almost always realize that he's in a lee mood. Failed successfully.

He'll squirm around like a literal worm, though he can't help it. Lucky for his ler, he's pretty much a walking tickle spot.

If one spot is blocked, another opens up.

His worst spot is his stomach. He goes silent when anyone gets him there, save for the occasional squeak or gasp.

Melt spot is the top of his head on the little cross thing. He'll lean right into it, maybe even fall asleep.

He's got a really squeaky, pitchy laugh. If you get him really laughing, he'll start to snort and flap his hands.

Ler:

If one of his fellow players is close to abstraction or just needs some cheering up, he'll be there.

He's got a very soft, lightly teasing style. Doesn't really push anyone to their limits unless they really want him to.

“Of all the bugs in my collection, I must say I have a favorite…the Tickle Bug!”

“Those are some cute giggles, friend. So glad you could share them with me!”

“Of course I can help with your…predicament. Now, arms up for me, dear.”

Kind of the dad of the circus. He's always there to help if need be.

Super great with aftercare. 80% of the time, he'll tickle you in his fort. That means pillowy cuddles afterwards and a nice nap.

If that's not your thing, he's more than willing to accommodate. As long as you're happy, he's happy.

🎡Zooble🪀

General:

This preschool toy mashup gives me strong ler vibes.

They don’t seem like someone who’d like to be tickled unless the ler was EXTREMELY close to them and knew their boundaries by heart.

Ler:

They’re an absolutely despicable little shit.

Worst spot targeting, slightly mean teases, and the CHASES!

They could throw their arm at the fleeing lee, and it’d all be over. The thing could latch onto their worst spot and wiggle away, leaving the lee unable to do anything but wait for Zooble to catch up.

It doesn’t take a lot to provoke them, but if you want a proper wrecking, you’ll have to work for it. They don’t get annoyed enough to destroy someone easily.

VERY teasy, almost unfairly so.

“Tickles, does it? Maybe if you hadn’t been such a pain in the *boink*, this wouldn't be happening.”

“You brought this on yourself, ya know. Every unbearably ticklish second of it.”

“What? Not my fault this is your worst spot. Get less ticklish.”

Have you seen that lobster claw thing? You can’t tell me that thing wouldn’t tickle like crazy.

For aftercare, they try their respective best. They’ll pat your back, maybe give you a head rub.

After that, they’ll typically bring their undoubtably exhausted lee to Kinger’s pillow fort for a much-needed nap.

[writing-wh0re]

“You're pathetic pet.”

♥ pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

♥ summary: Based on this ask “sukuna telling me how much of a good girl I am for him can fix most of my problems ”

♥ warnings: smut 18+, oral, female performing oral, throat fucking, praise, degradation, sukuna being sukuna, cum swallowing, degrading pet names.

♥ wc: 622

♥ masterlist & taglist

Sukuna held so much pride within himself when it came to you. Which is surprising considering how little he actually cares for the human race. 

He was blown away by how submissive and obedient you were. Inside and outside of the bedroom. 

You’d come home from a rough day, a small pout of your lips, your eyes glassy and a small frown etching into your brow. 

“C’mere Brat.” He’d simply wait for you to come closer to him, fitting your body in beside him, before he pulled you to his lap, allowing for you to straddle him. 

Although not your typical affectionate pet name, it suited you both and lit a fire within your core everytime the nickname left his lips. 

“Do I need to sacrifice anyone?”

You’d simply smile and shake your head. 

Sukuna groans, pulling your hair to look into your eyes. 

“Use your voice, woman.” 

“No” you weakly mumble, softly rocking your hips against his crotch. 

Sukuna smirks, tightening his grip on your hair, his other hand holding you hip and pulling you down against his growing bulge. 

“You just want to be my good girl don’t you, Brat?”

You nod. 

“Pleasing me fixes all your problems?”

“Yes.”

Sukuna darkly chuckles, your skin litters with goosebumps. 

“On your knees, show me how good that mouth is.” 

Within an instant you fall to your knees, your hands working with his pants to pull his cock free. You don’t dare make eye contact while completing this, knowing just how desperate you feel, let alone look. 

“I love how good you are for me.” 

Pride swirls in your stomach, your tongue licking your lips before tracing around the tip of his cock. 

Your mouth envelops the head of his dick, your lips sliding up and down, soft sighs filling the air. 

Sukuna is rarely loud in the bedroom which encourages you to work harder to pull sounds from him. 

Needing to feel validated and powerful that you’re the one making him feel so good. 

Your eyes rake up his toned body, lingering on his tattoo’s before locking eyes. Sukuna sends a swift wink your way, blush warming your cheeks. 

He tilts his head back on the couch, his lips parted and eyes shut blissfully. 

“You're pathetic pet.” 

You moan around his cock, taking more of him in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, tears beginning to brim around your eyes. 

“But that’s what makes you so good. “ 

His smile sends butterflies to your stomach, a rare sight but only one for your eyes to see. 

Sukuna wraps his hand around the base of his cock, pumping what you can’t fit. His other hand is tangling in your hair, guiding your mouth. 

“You live to please me, don’t you?”

You moan a reply around his cock, a gag filling the air as he slips deeper into your throat. 

You tilt your head back, allowing for him to thrust deeper. 

He bites his lip, rocking his hips into your throat, his nails scraping against your scalp. 

Tears slowly falling down your cheek, gags filling the air, Sukuna’s moans accompanying them. Flows of arousal pooling between your thighs and soaking your panties. 

“Be good, swallow my cum.”

You squeeze your eyes shut his last thrust deeper than the rest, his warm cum coating your throat. Your nails dig into his thighs causing him to chuckle, pulling his cock from your lips. 

His thumb brushes against the side of your mouth, pushing the digit past your lips as you suck it clean. 

He smiles, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, soft, light and teasingly not wanting to fully give into you. 

“So good for me brat.” 

You simply blush. 

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[cursingtoji]

SANDY!!! The way i ran here after seeing your event 🥹 Jiraiya with 46 plsplspls 💕 congrats on 3k sweets <3<3

❛ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠? ❜ ┊ cause he can’t stay away from his pretty girl, not even when she’s in a public hot spring

plus when you have been apart for too long ┊fem!reader x husband!Jiraiya, public sex, pussy eating cause he does that it’s canon, anal stim, creampie ┊ The Clichés ™

You ask your husband as he starts to kissing you in a way you know where it’s going to end.

Prior to that, you were just returning for an assignment, before leaving the village you were at you sent a letter to him, saying you would stop by this onsen on your way and arrive fully rested in the morning.

Jiraiya, being the impatient man he is, couldn’t wait to see you, specially after being apart for too long.

The idea was to surprise you in your room (laying naked on your bed with a rose in his mouth), but once he saw how empty the place was and peeking at the women onsen — cause old habits never die, although he swears your bare body was the only one he wanted to see — he sneaks in silently until he’s right next to you.

“Hello beautiful” he whispers squatting beside you.

“Jiraiya!” you yelp opening your eyes and looking over your shoulder, “You know this is the women’s area, right?”

But that doesn’t stop the old man from discarding the towel around his waist and entering the hot waters.

“Something about the ‘men are forbidden’ sign at the entrance tipped me off” he kneels holding your waist and getting close enough for you to feel his excitement against your stomach, “Couldn’t wait to see my pretty girl.”

You look at the entrance, afraid someone might catch you two.

“What if someone sees us?”

Jiraiya keeps trailing his kisses down until he wraps his lips around your nipple flicking it with his tongue, he loves how warm your skin is, how soft… in fact he loves everything about you, his closed ones might even say he’s obsessed about you.

“I’m sure we are breaking a law here” you whisper but can’t find yourself doing anything to stop your husband from picking you up and placing you on a rock where your bottom half would be off the water and directly on his mouth’s height as you feel his breath fanning over your folds.

“You’re worth it” he blinks before going fully down on you while holding the back of your thighs. The first thing he notices is how actually hot your pussy is, hotter than normal, just the touch of his chapped lips against your lower lips are enough to make you flinch.

“Jiraiya, wait, I think I’m quite sensitive because of the hot water” you hold on to his white locks.

“Is that so? We should come to places like this more often then” he kisses from your inner thigh to your clit, carefully minding your sensitiveness. Being apart all this time makes him appreciate your natural scent even more, giving it a long sniff that makes your face heat up at his lack of shame. Even after being together for years his vulgarity still manages to surprise you.

He moves your thighs to his shoulder where he can balance you better and free his hands to play with your tits as he devour your cunt.

“S’ good, love” you mumble with your head throw back, your hand on top of the his pinching your nipple.

Jiraiya sucks your clit working two fingers into your hole as you whine and close your shaky legs around his head.

“Oh sweetheart, you really are sensitive, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Y-Yeah, it’s been a long time since we— agh” his thick digits rubs your sweet spot.

“So you missed your old man playin’ with this pussy?” he flattens his tongue on your clit as you rock your hips on his face, “Fuck” he curses retreating the hand that held your hips, “Hold yourself, love” your adjust yourself on the rock so you don’t fall from his shoulders. Jiraiya starts to stroke himself, too aroused by the taste and feeling of your cunt to not do anything.

“Baby” you moan pulling his hair as you feel your orgasm approaching, “Don’t— I wanna cum with you” your whiny tone and teary eyes are everything to him.

“Of course, doll” he maneuvers you down his shoulders until you wrap your legs around his waist then he holds you by your asscheeks.

“You haven’t even kissed me hello” you pout.

“Haven’t I?” he kisses your cheek, “You sure?” he kisses the other.

“Jiraiya” you call his name in a scolding tone he loves.

“Come to daddy then” he closes his lips on your bottom one, sucking and licking it just like he did earlier to your clit.

The old man guides his cock to your hole and takes advantage of your gasp by getting his tongue inside your mouth, shamelessly making out with his wife so publicly

He adjusts his grip on you and pulls out just a bit before thrusting again, he feels his own sweat trailing down his body, the humid environment combining with both your wet bodies generating a loud wet sound of skin slapping skin.

“Jiraiya~ too loud” you moan.

“Afraid someone will hear the sound of my balls hitting your ass?” he bites your neck, “Relax, love” his middle finger moves into the crack of your ass until it reaches your puckered hole, pressing it until it takes his digit, “If someone sees us— ugh” he cuts himself when you tight up around his cock having your asshole stimulated, “I’ll just have to take them down.”

“Fuck—“ he presses his torso against you, hard pecks squeezing your soft breasts, “Too much~” he tries to synchronize the thrusts on your pussy with the pace on your ass.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart” his thrusts become sloppier and he’s back at sucking your tongue, “Cummin’ ugh— shit” he groans bullying your insides with his thick cock, as it turns out he was also more sensitive than usual. The chances of taking you in a hot spring more often become an actual possibility after this.

“Come inside, baby, fill me up” you bite his lip as he curses and increases the speed of his middle finger on your back, the doubled stimulation pushing you through the edge as you moan your husband’s name, “That’s right, princess take it all” he keeps thrusting even after emptying inside you, overstimulating himself.

Your head fall on his shoulder, peppering his neck with kisses.

“Baby I wish we could fuck here all night but I don’t wanna be expelled” you kiss his lips sweetly, “Let’s go to my room, yes?”

“You’re no fun” he pulls his soft cock out, carefully placing you down and helping wrap a towel around you.

“If you behave well tonight I might reserve a private spring for us tomorrow morning” you caress his chest, especially the sensitive skin around his scar.

“There’s a private spring here and you didn’t tell me?” he puts his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Now go, you’re not supposed to be here” you push him away.

“Can’t believe this and i’m the one supposed to behave…” he walks off bare naked and you just hope he doesn’t cross with any lady coming in or she’ll have a 26 centimetres surprise.

[uc1wa]

my song rec of the fic

tags: soft baby jason

at last, the day you had dreaded every week had finally come once more. the day pronouncing the beginning of the week filled with classes, exams, homework, and actual work. the day that would sometimes consist of meal prep, if you were caught in a better mood than usual, and the day that your sweet boyfriend, jason todd, had patrol, just as every other weekend went.

today, though, you rolled over in bed—and while nobody was there, the spot that your lover laid was strangely warmer that you’d expected. your eyes glaze over to your alarm clock which reads that it’s ten o’clock in the morning.

jason had never told you that he was leaving for work later than usual, so your brain is up and running at a faster pace than it should be for just gaining consciousness. he was never late, nor did he ever miss when he was needed.

throwing a pair of sweatpants on, you open and creep around your bedroom door to the kitchen. a scent of breakfast and coffee flooding your senses immediately, and you’re already smiling wide.

"good morning, princess," jason smiles, one hand on a pan, the other outreached for you to close the space between the two of you.

"why didn’t you tell me you were off?" you ask while making your way to your boyfriends side, wrapping both arms around his abdomen while his pulls you close to his warmth. gratefulness enveloping both of your bodies in the form of a tight embrace.

he was wearing a plain white tank top, the ones he always wore to sleep and under his vigilante uniform, and a pair of basketball shorts that were comically long, even for his tall stature.

"wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed," he smiles, "didn’t cook fast enough to reach the bed part," he laughs a sweet and gentle laugh, one that fills your chest with warmth.

you shake your head as you close your eyes, breathing in the mixture of scents that is the breakfast being cooked in front of you and the natural smell that’s always glued to the man beside you. it was comforting, woodsy, but not overwhelmingly so.

jason’s plating the last of the pancakes he had made beside the plates of already cooked bacon, sausage, and eggs. "i don’t have to go in at all today," jason smiles, grabbing two plates for the two of you, and beginning to give you a portion of everything he’s cooked while you rest your back against the counter, watching him.

"so it’s just me and you, pretty lady," he assures, grabbing a handful of the berries he had washed, piling them on top of your pancakes in no special fashion.

despite jason’s schedule that is only fit for a vigilante, he was the best boyfriend. even when the man had patrols for hours that would go in the double digits, he was checking in on you. he’d text, and sometimes call when he’d get the chance to ask what you had for dinner, always making sure he said goodnight before it hit the later hours in the night. and, he’s still come home to you, whispering a soft, "i love you, gem, goodnight," before wrapping an arm around you and sleeping in the bliss that was the warmth you both shared.

if he knew you had a busy day, he was bringing lunch to wherever you were in the city you lived, writing 'from jason' even though he was hand delivering it to you with a sweet kiss on the cheek apart of the package.

he was always showing you off at galas that his father was making him go to, struggling to find the silver lining that ended up always being able to see you in a pretty dress, hands interlocked as he was forced to greet those who walked in the door.

jason gave the care to you that you gave to him when you had met. when he was heartless and could care less about having a significant other, when you showed him that loving somebody wasn’t all that bad, and that somewhere in him, he had the ability to love back.

and you gave the care to him that he had grown up without knowing, excluding when he was taken in by bruce, of course. the care that only somebody who willingly chose to be in his life, would care to give.

"i vouche for staying in pajamas all day," you smile, as he sets the plate down in front of you, both of you taking your spots on the sofa that was in front of your coffee table. "you read my mind," he grins, beginning to eat alongside you.

once your stomachs were full and plates cleared, you both laid back on the sofa, jason’s arm wrapped around your shoulders while your body burrowed into his side, a movie that you both had picked playing on the television in front of you.

"i wish we could have weekends together more," jason frowns at that, making sure that you don’t see the way his lips changed by continuing to look up at the tv screen. "i do too," he says, hint of sadness in his voice.

redirecting his emotions to now, jason’s bringing a calloused hand to your chin, his touch gently tilting your eyes to meet his. "we have all of today, and we’re gonna spend it being lazy and eating, okay?" he says with a small laugh which instantly pulls your lips upwards, leaning in to press a kiss to his.

and just as promised, you and jason filled the day with movies that filled your list, homemade cookies that gave your shared home a cozy smell, and kisses pressed all over one another.

[redyarns]

caught in the undertow

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: E

Relationship(s): Megatron/Orion Pax, Megatron/Optimus Prime, Sentinel Prime/Bumblebee

Summary:

When Megatron, leader of the rebellion, escaped from prison, everybot knew one thing, and one thing only: he stole an innocent with him.

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"I'm not a sheep, how dare you!" Orion hissed, bristling at the insult.

"Oh, really?" Megatron drawled. His red optics glanced up again, and Orion's glossa went dry.

Scrap.

Who knew the cruel and ruthless leader of the blasphemous rebellion was so... handsome?

Story: Start!

Act I, Scene II: Don’t Touch This Aft

“Ow!” 

“Oops! Sorry, Orion.” 

“It’s okay, Bee. Just - Sentinel!”

“Woops.” Sentinel’s voice was dry and impatient as his servo, big enough to easily pick and toss Orion, pushed directly onto his aft, which nearly sent him sprawling across the metal floor of the vent. “Sorry.” 

“Sorry my exhaust pipe,” Orion grumbled, and he shuffled forward some more, wincing as he felt a few sparks emit from where his patella joints dug a little too harshly into the sides of the vent, but by the time both Bee and Sentinel pushed forward his pedes, he was completely inside. 

The vent was definitely not big, at least not for someone Sentinel's size or even a regular guard, but Orion was small enough to make it work. It was a bit too tight and his patellas were already going numb, but when he experimentally wiggled forward and crawled, he could move with relative ease. 

“Orion? You okay?” Bee's voice, now muffled and behind him, drifted through the little empty space around Orion as he began to shuffle forward, attempting to emit as minimum noise as possible. 

“I’m okay.” Orion called back. “Comm me where to go. It's dark and I left my headlight back in my berth.” 

“He's a miner and he left his headlight behind?” Sentinel muttered to himself. 

Orion rolled his optics, readjusted his shoulder plates, and kept moving. 

It was disgustingly dusty and grimey in the vent. He could already envision the nice, hot solvent shower he would take as soon as he and the others escaped, and he grimaced when he felt something get lodged in between the seams of his digits. 

But it didn’t matter to him. He was this close to Megatron, a figure who no doubt would have tried to kill him in any other circumstance. Actually, there was a good chance that he would try to kill Orion even now, and the thought almost made him laugh. 

Well, either way, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like Orion had any weapons on his frame, and he didn’t even have a cog to transform and roll away. If, by some chance, the rebellion leader somehow did “rip apart the bars like he did diamonds”, then Orion supposed Sentinel and Bee would finally be right about something. 

Private Comm Link (ID: #350183): Two Idiots and One Prime

Incoming message… 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: This is definitely the craziest thing you’ve ever done, Orion. Make sure to take a selfie when you find him! :: 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021 

:: What?? Orion, do not get a selfie, if there’s even a little bit of evidence that we were here, Ultra isn’t going to just beat my aft to screws, he’s going to hang yours in his office! ::

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: Sen, chill, I’m not going to take a selfie. Probably. ::

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: I give up. I seriously give up. ::

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: Orion! Do you see the fork? Make sure to take a right. After that, you’ll be right on top of him. ::

“On top of him?” Orion muttered out loud as his crawl slowed down to a stop as he came upon the fork that Bee mentioned. Going right immediately yielded something different, like he was pushing himself into a whole new area. He shivered, his sensors warning him that the temperature had dropped at least several celsius. 

His frame rattled with the cold, and when he ex-vented, he was surprised to see a small fog of condensation waft around him before reluctantly disappearing. So his sensors weren’t faulty, then, and it was definitely way colder here than where he had been before. 

Why was the temperature difference so abrupt? 

He squinted as he saw something up ahead. It was a small thing of light, broken evenly into thin strips, and so dim that his optics almost missed it. Another vent graft, he realized, though this time, underneath him rather than in front. 

He crawled towards it, curious to see if he could find the reason for why it was so cold, and his optics blinked several times to adjust to the slight difference in light as he placed his servos on either side of the vent and looked down. 

He vented sharply. 

What he had just stumbled upon had not, in fact, been a hallway or another security room like he’d thought. No, he thought. This was a cell. 

Cell 99. And right in the middle of it… 

Megatron, he almost gasped out, but he barely stopped his voicebox in time, and instead, a slight, near undetectable squeak of static escaped him as he stared down in disbelief at what he had worked so hard towards since that evening. 

The leader of the rebellion was… sitting. He had one leg propped up with an arm on top of it, though it was easy to see the servo-suppressants that glowed dimly with blue energon wrapped firmly around his wrists. His armor plating was a shining silver color, though matted with scrapes, cuts, and - Orion swallowed - old, dried energon. 

He wondered whose energon that once belonged to. An innocent Cybertronian once again at the unyielding servos of the rebellion? The thought made his spark pulse with disgust, and he turned his helm to the side, venting slowly before he slid his optics back to observe the rebel. 

Megatron was large, though that was a pretty lame way to put it. He was probably as tall as Sentinel, which was a bit alarming to think about, since Sentinel was easily the tallest bot that Orion knew aside from Ultra Magnus himself. But unlike Sentinel, who had more aristocratic features than anything, it was clear that Megatron was anything but. 

His shoulder plating was large and thick, and so were his arms. They bulged with cables and wires, a testament to his abnormal strength that Bee had been so scared of, and his chassis moved slowly with his vents. 

For a moment, Orion thought he was in recharge cycle, which filled him with more relief than he wanted to admit, but he froze, his joints locking in place and his gears abruptly stopping out of the fear that jolted his spark when there was the unmistakable sound of a voice that wasn’t his. 

“I didn’t survive all these vorns due to poor sensors,” Megatron said. “Come out, vermin.” 

His voice wasn’t… unpleasant. Actually, it was rather nice, soft and deep, tickling Orion’s audials when he thought too much about it. It was shocking, actually - all this time, Orion had simply assumed that Megatron’s monstrous presence equaled itself in his voicebox, as well. 

If anything, Megatron didn’t sound monstrous. He just sounded contemplative. 

With a small shake of his helm, Megatron stirred. He didn’t move from his position propped up against the wall, but from within the poorly lit cell, there was a new source of light, a red color that made Orion’s energon pump through him with urgency as adrenaline hummed within his veins. 

Meticulously, Megatron looked around himself, though he didn’t seem that alarmed about the idea that someone was watching him. In fact, he simply seemed bored, and the idea was perpetuated with the way he lazily tilted his helm and muttered, “where are you?” 

Orion twitched. There was no way Megatron would figure out where he was. After all, he wasn’t near the bars, and that was where the leader was mostly staring at. And if Orion had ever learned anything during his vorns online, it was that bots had a notoriously hard time looking up. So as long as Orion didn’t make a sound, then - 

“Ah. There you are.” 

This time, he couldn’t stop the sound that escaped his derma when red, glowing optics snapped up and stared intensely right at the vent. 

Throughout Orion’s life, he had never seen optics that color before. Sure, there were cosmetic procedures that the aristocrats sometimes went under, but he had only ever seen colors like light green or pale pink to better match paint jobs. This red, a color that Orion had only ever seen in the city lights of Iacon, threatened to burn him where he lied, and his spark beat dangerously fast in his chassis. 

It distressed him to think how attractive the rebellious leader was. His face sculpture was perfect, strong and accentuated by the rims of a helm that outlined his cheek plates. His derma were set in a firm, straight line, as if he were thinking, but his expression wasn’t particularly harsh, just monotone. 

He was handsome. Devastatingly so, actually, and Orion wanted to kill himself for thinking it. 

“Well?” Megatron asked. He raised his optic ridges when there was no reply, though for some reason, that seemed to amuse him. He ex-vented a small huff that borderlined a chuckle, and he said, “I see. Come to make a spectacle of me? I knew you council sheep lacked honor, but this is just entertainment for me by this point.” 

“I’m not a sheep,” Orion hissed on impulse. He almost clasped a servo to his derma in shock. He hadn’t meant to reply, but he knew just how much of an issue he had with anybot looking down on him, which was bad because this bot wasn’t any bot, it was fragging Megatron. 

But Megatron didn’t get angry. 

Instead, he simply huffed again, and his optics, unwavering and unrelenting, continued to stare up as he drawled, “oh, really?” 

Orion’s glossa went dry as his energon pumps continued to work into overdrive, desperately trying to warm him up as embarrassment and indignation worked in tandem to bring a blush to his faceplates. It was a shock to feel so warm in the cold environment, and he struggled for a moment, words caught in his voicebox as he fell silent. 

Megatron snorted. It was a noise Orion never would have expected to come from some bot like him, and the rebel tilted his helm slightly, as if trying to get a different angle for his optics, which began to trace the outline of the vent, as if memorizing the dimensions of it. 

“Strategic,” Megatron said slowly, his gaze never once stopping as he continued to brush over the perimeter like it utterly fascinated him. “You’re at an angle where I can’t see you. And you’re able to look down on me. Aha, though perhaps that’s what you’re really after, sheep. To glare down at me like the scum you think I am.” 

“Why do you call me that?” Orion demanded. Once again, unable to help himself, and once again, knowing that he was dangerously treading along a line that he should not have toed. But he didn’t care - the casual, nonchalant way Megatron insulted him was enough to bristle anyone’s paint, not just Orion’s. At least, that was what he told himself. 

Megatron shrugged. It was a one-shoulder movement and his optics fixated right in the middle of the grate again. Even though Orion had heard from Megatron himself that he couldn’t see what he looked like, it still unnerved him greatly that the mech’s gaze was so intensely pointed right at him. 

He shivered. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or because of something else. 

“I don’t like to lie, sheep,” Megatron said. “Vermin who like to do nothing more than lick the council’s boots are but flies to me.” 

Orion gritted his dentae. “You have a strong conviction for someone who has his own herd of sheeps.” 

This, at last, drew a reaction from Megatron that wasn’t passing boredom. His optics, which had been humming low with red light, blazed for a klik, and for that moment, Orion could at last understand why exactly this bot was locked up in the most fortified prison their planet had to offer. 

This bot, Megatron, was dangerous.  

“Watch what you say, council vermin,” Megatron growled. He smirked then, a ghost of a smug smile glossing over his derma, and the look was so unexpected and yet at the same time, so fitting on his facial plates that Orion couldn’t do anything but stare. “Hah, to think I’m so bored, that I’m entertaining the likes of you. This imprisonment will kill me faster than your execution will.” 

“Execution?” Orion repeated. “That’s a bold thing to assume.” 

Megatron did not look impressed. “Your oh-so-beloved council wants my helm on a pike, sheep. You’re simply deluding yourself if you think otherwise.” 

Orion fisted his servos and angrily ignored the warning in his vision that said he was cutting off energon circulation in his digits. He had encountered many difficult bots in his life, with Darkwing probably at the top of that list, but Megatron somehow had a way of grinding his gears and making him feel like an idiot on top of that boiling anger. 

There were too many things wrong with Megatron, Orion decided. His blatant disrespect for the High Covenant was more than enough to grate on Orion’s already lit nerves, but the arrogance, the nonchalant speak of execution as if it wasn’t a life they were talking about. Sure, it was Megatron’s life, but that blatant disregard for sentience was exactly why Orion despised him and his rebellion. 

“The council has a due process that makes every trial fair and equal.” Orion argued, his processor furiously bringing up countless different trials he had witnessed on projection over his vorns alive. All of them had been assigned an attorney, faced the council and jury, and whatever the council judged, it had always been in conjunction with said jury, not against. “You can’t just assume that - “ 

“Oh, yes, due process, blah, blah, blah,” Megatron said. Orion closed his jaw with a clack, wanting nothing more than to punch the rebel’s face when he simply tilted his helm again and smirked. That infuriating, crooked, stupid smirk that, to Orion’s horror, only made him even more handsome than ever. “The council can do no wrong in your optics, can they?” 

Orion was speechless. 

“Ultra Magnus, great leader of Iacon, infallible to things us mortal bots can never resist the temptation of,” Megatron continued, his voice so thick with sarcasm that it made Orion’s audials ring with disbelief. Megatron hummed, contemplated for a klik, and said, “let me guess. You worship him, you think he’s the next Prime coming, all those ridiculous sentiments that you bots can never seem to shake.” 

“He’s a greater bot than you’ll ever be,” Orion said coldly. His anger simmered at the back of his glossa and his molar dentae, tangy and tasting a bit too much like energon when he bit back the rest of his insult. He would not stoop to Megatron’s level. It was clearer than ever that the rebel was mocking him, trying to goad him into a fight, which Orion should have realized sooner, since of course somebot like Megatron only cared about fighting with the very first bot he’s seen in however many solar cycles he’d been here. 

“We’ll see, sheep.” Megatron practically purred. The words caressed Orion’s audials in a way that he felt shameful of, and he ducked his helm, shaking slightly where he sat as he vented sharply and swallowed around the sudden rock near his voicebox. 

The bewilderment that continued to circle through Orion’s processor was so distracting that he almost jumped when there was a notification that somebot was trying to reach him through comms, and he was stupefied by what he saw. 

Private Comm Link (ID: #350183): Two Idiots and One Prime

Incoming message…

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: OIRNOA GET OU FO THERNE ::

:: THEHYR COMIMNG SOON HURRH ::

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: What???? :: 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: Orion, you need to get out of there, NOW. The guards are changing shifts and we can’t be here when that happens since they’ll be swapping the live feed bot, too. HURRY YOUR AFT UP. ::

“Slag it.” Orion breathed. “Now? Already?” 

“Hmm,” Megatron said from below him. Finally, he broke his unrelenting gaze from the graft, and instead, his optics drifted down towards the bars of his cells again, listening for a klik before saying, “I assume whoever assisted you to get you in here just told you that the guards are coming. They’re right.” 

Orion flushed. “Screw you.” 

Megatron laughed. It was a surprisingly light sound, a brief noise that escaped his derma more than anything, but a laugh nonetheless. He squinted his optics up at Orion one last time, and he said, “go. Your council won’t be kind if they find you here.” 

Orion nodded, even if Megatron couldn’t see it. He hesitated. And then: “Goodbye, Megatron.”

“Goodbye, sheep,” Megatron murmured. His optics glinted. 

Orion looked away, muttered a curse, and began to shimmy back from where he went. 

“Finally!” Sentinel practically hissed as he bent down low to the vent, and didn’t even wait for Orion to finish climbing out. Instead, he simply reached in and grabbed the miner gently around the waist, and hauled him to his side, where on the other end of his chassis, Bee waved at Orion. “What the frag took you so long!” 

“What was he like, Orion?” Bee urged as Sentinel immediately began to fly off, weaving expertly over the various guard bots that began to stream the halls, their own conversations muffling their own. “What was he like?” 

Orion couldn’t stop staring over his shoulder, where the surveillance room, and therefore Megatron, was left behind. 

The warmth of the rest of the building was surprisingly unwelcome on his paint, and he couldn’t help but shudder lightly as he recalled the frost that had clung to the vent, and the scarlet irises of a bot who was unapologetically blasphemous and reveled in it. 

“He was… everything everybot said he was,” Orion said lamely. 

And somehow more. He thought privately. 

Slag. 

Act I, Scene III: Look At Me, I’m Pickle Rick(s)!

“Come on, come on! Tell me again what he said!” 

“Bee, that’s the sixth time you’ve asked me this morning alone,” Orion said in fond exasperation, reaching down to give Bee a noogie, smiling when the shorter bot simply giggled and nuzzled into his touch. “Aren’t you sick of us talking about it? Actually, aren’t you sick of me repeating what I said?” 

“No way.” Bee shook his helm in excitement. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his pedes, which was more than what Orion felt, since it was before even Helios had risen over the horizon. But there was no time to stop and wait for the scenery, unfortunately, as both of them made their way over to one of the numerous lifts for the mines. “That was the coolest thing we’ve ever done.” 

“I thought it was the stupidest,” Orion said sarcastically as he stepped carefully over a river of contaminated solvent. 

This area of Iacon was more the underbelly than the top hillside where the middle and high caste members lived. Instead of glittering lights and gleaming buildings, there were shoddily and incredibly cramped apartments everywhere, and just like the waste that Orion had jumped over, it was filthy. 

Orion was used to the slums, a testament to how long he had been here. His olfactory sensors had learned how to block out most of the smell, though he did grimace when he walked past a sparkling that was dirtier than the street she sat on. She munched idly on some waste, his processor immediately recognizing the way she dug her dentae in and sucked, a means of trying to squeeze out any energon leftover in the trash. 

“I'm pretty sure I lost several vorns on my life doing it, but since we didn't actually get tossed into jail for what was definitely the most illegal thing we've ever done, I gotta say that that was the most exhilarated I ever felt!” Bee trilled, continuing on, gushing as he always did whenever he was particularly excited. “Primus, can you believe it? We actually managed to break in and not get caught! I bet if I had just had more time, I could've even downloaded some of their - their - uh, Orion?” 

Orion heard the way his friend called for him, bewildered at the sudden disappearance of him, and he absentmindedly waved over his shoulder plate to indicate where he was as he carefully approached the sparkling. 

She paused in her suckling of the waste, and peered up at him with no small amount of fear in her eyes. Despite her obvious paranoia, she clutched desperately at her trash, as if that piece of filth was her lifeline, and to her, it was. It reminded Orion too strongly of the days when it was him who was the too-small sparkling that sat on curbs and dug his dentae into fodder for even the smallest trace of contaminated energon. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, gently, bending down slowly onto one patella joint so that he wouldn't scare her more than he already had. “Look at you. Big girl, huh. You must be hungry.” 

For a second, he worried that she was gonna dart, but she did something even worse. She swallowed hesitantly, her derma filthy with the smears of dirty energon that wasn't healthy at all, and timidly, her sticky digits offered him the rest of her trash, and she mumbled, “need?” 

He looked at her, and he was sure the expression on his face was something close to anger, or maybe closer to sadness. It made his spark stutter to think a sparkling, one who couldn't have been older than a couple vorns, tried to offer him her only source of energon because she thought he needed it. 

She was so kind. So young, so famished, and still so kind, and Orion vented deeply as a serve rested gently on his shoulder plate and Bee knelt down so that they were both optic-level with the nervous sparkling. 

“Don't drink this anymore, okay?” Orion tried to say both as firmly and as softly as he could as he plucked the trash from her digits and placed it on the ground. She looked at it longingly, and he said, “no, don't look at it. You need something better if you want to grow into a strong femme. Here.” 

“Orion,” Bee said lowly when Orion opened his arm compartment and offered a cube full of energon to the sparkling, whose face lit up in awe. “That's your last ration for the orn. We won't get more for at least another two solar cycles.” 

Orion was shaking his helm even before Bee finished speaking. He gently handed the cube to the sparkling, who held it cautiously in her servos, as if it was the most precious thing she had ever witnessed. To her, it was the most precious thing, and he firmly ignored the way his energon levels rested at only 52% as he said, “she needs it more than I do.” 

Bee fell silent. And then he sniffled lightly, and said, “you're right.” 

Orion watched in astonishment as Bee opened his own compartment and dug out all his cubes. As a smaller bot, Bee was able to stretch out his energon rations more than Orion could, and he had a full three cubes that he handed to the sparkling, who looked like she was about to faint. 

“You didn't have to do that,” Orion tried to say, but there was no way he could hide his grin as he gave Bee a side hug. 

“She needs it more than I do,” Bee repeated, his optics twinkling as he beamed at Orion, and he was warmed by the conviction in Bee's voice as he knelt closer to the sparkling and said, “Orion's right. Don't drink that trash anymore, okay? This energon will help you. Make sure not to drink it all at once, or you'll get sick.” 

The sparkling nodded rapidly. She held the cubes close to her chest, and she seemed near tears as she stuttered a quiet, shaky, “thank you.” 

“What's your designation?” Orion couldn't help but ask. 

She blinked up at him. “... No des.” 

“Where's your carrier?” Bee asked next. 

She shook her helm. 

Orion swallowed. Slag. That made sense. If she was here, alone and by herself, then that had to mean something happened to her carrier and sire. Whether they abandoned her, whether they died, he didn't know, but one thing was for sure. She would be scooped up by the miner recruiters some cycle or another, and he dreaded to think a small, tiny little thing like her would have to work the same shifts that often had his joints creaking and brittle despite his own young age. 

“You can choose your own designation one day,” Orion said, curling his servo around hers. She was so small compared to him. His spark ached to think how long she had spent her short life like this, wandering the slums of Iacon while digging through trash for even a semblance of energon. “And when you do, you can tell us. If you ever need energon, come find me, okay? I'll give you all that you need.” 

She didn't speak. Her optics shined brilliantly, the previous dullness of them flaring to life, and without warning, she hugged him, launching herself at his chassis and winding her arms around him, even if she was too tiny to make a full embrace. She nuzzled her nose right below the empty cavity of his cog space, and with that, she was gone, racing down the nearest alleyway and her chirps of excitement echoing behind her. 

“Think she can find us again?” Bee asked worriedly as they watched her leave. 

“I'm sure she will,” Orion said assuredly. “She seems like the survivor type.” 

“Yeah,” Bee said, getting to his pedes and helping Orion do the same. Bee smiled at him, a gentle slope of his derma that was unusual for a bot as easily excitable as him, and his voice was uncharacteristically tender as he said, “you're a good guy, Orion, you know that?” 

Orion flushed and teasingly pushed Bee away, shaking his helm as he did. “Flatterer. Anybot else would have done the same.” 

“No,” Bee said. His optics shined with something Orion couldn't name. “Not anybot.” 

Orion just wish he could have done more. As much as Bee had tried to provide for the sparkling as well, an act that was admirable no matter how anybot looked at it, that probably hadn't been their best move. They weren't going to get their rations again for at least a couple solar cycles like Bee said, and the energon that they did manage to give hadn't been the completely refined kind. 

Orion just hoped that the cubes were enough to tide the sparkling over until she found them again. 

“Come on,” Orion said, tugging along Bee, their servos clasped together warmly as they beamed at each other. “We're going to be late, and Ricks is going to throw a fit again if we don't show up on time.” 

Bee giggled, the both of them dashing over to the now empty lifts, working quickly to press the button for sub-level 40. “Do you think he'll finally blow a fuse and have a spark attack?” 

“I wouldn't put it past him.” Orion laughed. “Remember last time? I thought for sure he was going to pass out from how high his energon pressure was rising.” 

Bee chortled again, and then he fell silent, an expression of curiosity on his face as the lift groaned and began to take them down. 

Orion nudged him. “What're you thinking so hard about?” 

“I dunno,” Bee said absentmindedly, fiddling with his digits, something he did when he was nervous. He hesitated, and when Orion gave him another look, he vented and said, “I guess I just… I wonder if they feed him.” 

“Feed who?” 

“You know. Megatron.” Bee mumbled. 

Orion blinked, taken back by the question. 

He had honestly thought they were past the Megatron thing, though he supposed it was just wishful thinking. Truthfully, he hadn't told Sentinel and Bee everything that happened. He told them about what they said to each other and the bizarre temperature drop, but what they didn't know was that Orion had spent a good portion of his recharge cycle dreaming about the rebel, their conversation on loop. 

Even worse, in his dreams, he had witnessed the way Megatron's derma moved up close, his glossa stroking the bottom lip with his enunciation, and it had mortified Orion to the point he periodically jolted awake. 

He had hoped that with the new solar cycle, he could put all of it behind him, that he could ignore the pull in his abdomen any time he thought about Megatron, but of course his nosy friends could never give him a rest. 

And now Bee was making him think not just about how infuriatingly attractive Megatron had been, but horrifyingly, now Orion was wondering the same thing. Did they feed him? They had to, didn't they? There was no way the council would ever let anyone starve, no matter who. 

But then Orion thought about the sparkling, who was so young and could only rely on trash to sustain herself. Pits, he thought about him and Bee, miners who didn't even get paid in shanix, but rather rations of half-refined energon that often coated his dentae and made him feel slightly sick whenever he drank too fast. 

Cybertron was low on energon, Orion knew. Devastatingly so. It… It made sense that it had to be rationed, and that it couldn't be as refined as it should. Plus there was a population crisis in the slums; the council couldn't be expected to know every time a sparkling was born, especially since there wasn’t a hospital in the area, so a lot of the times, carriers had to give birth in alleys or shoddy apartments. 

So what did it all mean then? Did the council have enough resources to spare for Megatron, too? They had to! What were they going to do if he died before they even held the trial? It wasn’t like Ultra or the other members to ever treat anybot cruelly! 

But he was covered in injuries, some part of Orion's processor murmured. 

He stilled, recalling the numerous little cuts and scrapes he had seen on Megatron's otherwise polished armor. It had been clear that the bot had been through a lot, though it didn't occur to Orion until now that none of those wounds had exactly been dressed. 

Orion swallowed. 

Iacon was the richest city on all of Cybetron, a feat only achieved due to how their mines produced the most energon out of the neighboring states, and the council called it home base. Their medical provisions were also considered the top in Cybertron because of this, so why would they not…? 

Unless they considered Megatron unworthy of getting treated at all. 

But no, that wasn't possible. Ultra Magnus was a Prime in all but name, he would never allow anybot to suffer at his own servos like that! There had to be a better explanation. 

Orion suddenly shook his helm. 

What the Pits was wrong with him? Who cared if Megatron was a little banged up or a little hungry? It wasn't Orion's job to look after him, especially not the number one sought out criminal of the state! It had already been one thing to break into Titan's Hold and speak with him, but to do anything more? 

No. 

Orion would be considered more than just a criminal: he'd be accused of treason. The very same charge that Megatron faced. 

“Orion Pax! B-127!” 

Orion jolted where he stood as the lift doors opened and almost immediately, Ricks was in his facial plates, spitting so harshly that Orion grimaced when he felt small amounts of saliva splat onto his sensitive cheeks. 

Ricks was their team leader, though how he got a promotion when he was such an afthole, Orion could never figure out. Ricks was a short and stocky bot who barely knew how to work a jetpack, much less actually mine, and Orion didn't know whether to feel amused or annoyed when Ricks pointed a fat digit right into his face and snarled, “you're both late! Again! Just you wait until I tell Darkwing about this!” 

“It's only kliks past our clock-in time, Ricks,” Orion said, pushing past his team leader and moving swiftly to the line of jetpacks on the wall, tossing one to Bee and hooking the other one onto his dorsal planes. “Guess recharging doesn't do much to help remove that pole from your aft, huh?” 

“Orion,” Bee groaned as Ricks turned an unflattering shade of blue. 

“And even if you call Darkwing, so what?” Orion laughed, waving off the way Bee kept making frantic cutting motions at his neck. “What're you going to tell him? That we're late by fifteen kliks? I'm sure that'll go over well. He really hates it when his time jacking off to Ultra Magnus is interru - “ 

“Is that so, Orion Pax?” 

Orion stiffened at the dark, menacing, pissed off voice behind him. Bee buried his helm into his servos, and Ricks looked like he was about to start floating from his glee as slowly, Orion turned around and lifted his chin to meet the glare of one seriously moody Darkwing. 

Slag. What the frag was he doing down here? Darkwing only oversaw the upper levels of the mines since he was one of the middle caste supervisors, so him being here meant only one thing; he was there to heckle Orion and Bee, his favorite pastime. It was aggravating how even when they were both in the lowest sub-level possible, Darkwing went out of his way to ensure that they were ‘behaving’. 

“Darkwing!” Orion said, slapping on an enthusiastic and joyful tone as he grinned up at the looming figure of the very same bot who had tossed him and Bee into a trash chute only a few orns ago. Afthole. “My favorite supervisor! What's up? Here to check out the new digs? Yeah, it’s pretty cool down here, since, you know, you demoted us.” 

“I demoted you because you and B-127 are liabilities of the highest order,” Darkwing rumbled. He didn't seem pleased, but then again, he never was. It wasn't always Orion's goal to upset him, but no matter what he did, it never made Darkwing's severe scowl lighten up. “Even the lowest sub-level can't curb your disrespect. No rations for you this orn.” 

Orion's jaw dropped. What? But that was practically cruel! Darkwing had been angry before, sure, but never like this. “What? You can't do that!” 

Darkwing leaned down. His optics dug straight into Orion's face, and he hissed, “try me. Ricks.” 

He was serious. Deadly, actually, and Orion stared back, stunned. 

“Yes, Lord Darkwing!” Ricks said eagerly. 

Darkwing didn't tear his gaze off of Orion even as he straightened to his full height, his glower penetrating and peeling back all the layers of Orion's frame. “Make sure that Pax doesn't receive even a droplet of energon until I say so. He can work all of it out of his system, first. I'll go ahead and tell the suppliers to cut out his portion.” 

“With pleasure, Lord Darkwing!” Ricks practically cheered. 

Orion grinded his dentae. 

He didn't know why his anger burned so bright that particular morning. Maybe it was the sad and relatable sight of that little sparkling, who had resembled Orion too much back when he was her age for him to be entirely comfortable. Maybe it was the thought that he and Bee would once again go starving for a few solar cycles, which meant their work would degrade, and they would get another writeup again. 

Maybe it was Megatron. Lonely, injured Megatron who was left in that cell with nothing but the frost on his shoulder blades and himself for company. Megatron, who maybe didn't get fed. Megatron, who had given Orion the most interesting conversation in vorns. 

Whatever it was, it made him feel reckless, spirited, and with that, he vented in deeply, and he called out to Darkwing, who had turned around and was starting to walk away. 

“Hey, Darkwing!” Orion shouted. 

Darkwing paused and turned slightly, and Orion grinned at him, hard and unforgiving, as he raised a servo and said, “let me give you your portion of me for today. Want to guess which one of these is for you? I'll give you a slagging hint.” 

He raised his middle digit with all the pride of someone who was about to get his aft kicked, and sure enough, Darkwing made a noise reminiscent of a howl, and his fist was a blur as it shot out and immediately hammered the side of Orion's face. 

“Ugh, Orion!” Bee whimpered as he caught Orion's slumped form. His helm was throbbing horribly and he was pretty sure one of his optics had cracked simply from how hard Darkwing hit him. Fragging bucket of bolts. Some solar cycle, Orion would punch him back. 

“Triple shifts, both of you,” Darkwing spat. He was heaving, his cooling fans in overdrive as he stood there, shaking, flexing his digits repeatedly, like he was contemplating beating Orion again, but was barely holding back. “GET TO WORK!” 

With that, he transformed and sped away, kicking up so much dust that Orion sneezed, which only made his helm ache that much more.

“You heard him,” Ricks said, his face practically manic with his joy as he shoved both Orion and Bee closer to the entrance of the mines, sneering when they stumbled. “Triple shifts! Let's go!” 

“Sorry, Bee,” Orion mumbled as they both activated their jetpacks and followed Ricks deeper into the pockets of veins, wincing as he gingerly held a servo to the side of his face and realized that he had a new dent in his jaw. Slag it. 

“It's okay,” Bee said, looking more worried about Orion than their impending back-to-back shifts, which Orion knew from experience would exhaust them both so much to the point they would be in recharge for at least an entire solar cycle afterwards. “But you shouldn't have done that, Orion, you know what he's like! Why would egg him on?” 

Orion pursed his derma and looked ahead, helm throbbing and his spark seeking answers that he didn't know how to even address. 

“I don't know,” he finally said. “I just… this all just sucks. We’re treated like trash when we're just trying to survive! The council already has their servos full with trying to deal with the rebellion, so I know they don't have the resources to spare for us, but still. Ah, scrap, Sentinel's trying to message me. Did you tattle on me?” 

Bee at least had the decency to look slightly guilty. “He's going to ask questions the next time we see him and you have a dent the size of a fist in your helm. He said he'll bring us some energon, so you didn’t have to go so crazy on Darkwing like that! You know what happens if we break protocol.” 

Orion ran a servo down the side of his face. 

“I just wish we could get our own energon instead of having to rely on Sentinel,” he said after several moments of flying and Ricks barking orders ahead of them. He ex-vented and said, “can you ask him something for me, by the way?” 

“Sure,” Bee said. He was giving Orion that look that meant he was worried but wouldn't pry, which he appreciated. “What do you want me to say?” 

“Ask him to bring more energon than usual,” Orion said, his processor already drifting to somewhere beyond the mines as he realized he was ready to break even more protocol. He felt a little sorry for his friends, both of whom would get caught up in his schemes again, but… “I think I know somebot else who might need it.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You arrive early with your laptop. The meeting room appears occupied as you wait outside. You don’t knock for fear of interrupting and stand patiently in the hall.

You check your watch, the hot pink casio with the digital face. It’s getting close. You try not to worry too much. The IT tech will no doubt show up and realise what’s going on.

As you begin to build the upcoming meeting as more than it is, the door cracks open and a man pokes his head out. He wear frameless rectangular glasses and his blond hair is spiky and shiny with gel. He smiles as he lets the door fall open.

“Hey, sorry to keep you waiting, you must be our one o’clock,” he says, “I’m Jake.”

You shake his hand and introduce yourself. He welcomes you in as you ponder his words, ‘our’? As you enter, you are faced with the last person you expect. The man’s neutral stare turns to a chagrined scowl as your eyes meet. The very same moody lunch partner from the day before.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly as you sit down and place your laptop on the table.

“Curtis will be doing most of the set up,” Jake explains as he sits beside the other man, “I’m mostly here for moral support.”

“Shut up,” Curtis sneers under his breath.

“Curtis,” you beam brightly; you finally got a name for the face. You give your own happily, enunciating it as if he’s never heard it before.

“Let’s get this done with,” he reaches across the table and takes your laptop. 

You can only watch as he lifts the lid and starts typing. Jake looks over a tablet and offers a few words as Curtis fiddles around with your laptop. He’s met with grumbles and dismissive nods. They seem an odd pair.

“So, how are you liking it?” Jake turns his attention to you, “making any friends?”

“A few I think,” you glance at Curtis as his brows draw together, “pretty big company.”

“Yep, don’t let the corporate sea drown ya,” Jake says, “my tip, stick with the IT nerds, we mostly don’t care what’s going on upstairs. We’re all about the backend.”

The steady clack of keys underlines your small laugh. You’re nervous. You hate meetings and you just want to go back to your desk and pretend you’re reading policies.

“What is this?” Curtis grimaces and turns your computer to you. He points to the clock your installed on the desktop; Hello Kitty’s face with two clock hands ticking.

“It’s cute. It’s a clock! Oh, and the app also has a reminder setting–”

“Can’t have it on a work machine,” he grits.

“It’s fine, Curt. Won’t hurt–”

“This shit is from some Discord troll. Bullshit it can’t hurt,” Curtis insists, “policy; no third-party apps. Everything you need is already installed.”

“Okay,” you twirl your thumbs around each other, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

He looks at you above the laptop and squints, his lip slightly curling. Jake rubs his neck nervously and nudges him. You still your hands and bite into your cheek.

“He’s had a long day. Spilled coffee on himself,” Jake explains.

“Oh,” you round your eyes, looking at the wall evasively.

“We can show you how to use the system clock and reminders. You’d be surprised the features most people don’t know about,” Jake offers.

“Thanks, uh, sounds good.”

Curtis jams his finger on the touchpad harshly. He keeps his snarl aimed at the screen. You watch him, waiting for him to look up. He doesn’t. You don’t blame him, you’ve been a real thorn in his side. But you only meant well.

🌞

After the meeting, you swept up in a whirlwind of overthinking and guilt. You didn’t mean to ruin Curtis’ day. You never meant to be anything but friendly. Somehow, it rarely translates to more than a nuisance.

Still, you don’t like when people are mad at you. You’re not a grudge holder and frankly you don’t understand them. Why hold onto all that bad emotion? You need to to just apologise and let it all smooth over.

You go down to the cafeteria and grab one of the few leftover pastries. A cinnamon bun with icing, yum. You stop and make a coffee before you head back to the floor. You guess on a dark brew, he seems the type.

You wander past Research and Development and through Accounting. You don’t really know where you’re going. The further you get, the more your anxiety mounts. Surely, you can’t get lost in an office building.

You see a man with a headset and send a psst in his direction. He looks up, combing back his greasy hair with his fingers and smiles.

“Uh, hey,” he says.

“Um, is this IT?” You keep your voice down in the curdling silence of the department.

“Sure is. You need a repair?” He winks. Not exactly your taste. You shake your head.

“I’m looking for Curtis,” you say.

The man looks at your handful. He nods, deflating.

“Pretty boy’s over there,” he points towards the corner.

You thank the man and press on in your journey into the villain’s lair. You can only hope your offering is enough. Forgiveness, maybe that’s too much, but an understanding, possibly.

You turn down the last row of desks and see Curtis’ large hand brush over the back of his buzzcut, his rings twinkling in the fluorescent glow. He stretches in his chair, leaning back as he reaches his arms up. His set-up looks almost too small for him.

As you approach, he stands. You don’t expect it. The motion sends his chair back just as you get close and knocks the coffee out of your hand. The cup hits the seat and soaks into the mesh. Your squeak draws the man around in surprise.

“You,” he growls as you gape at him in shock.

“Hi,” you don’t know what to do so you hold out the cinnamon bun, “um, sorry?”

He glares at you. A deadly look that chills you to the bone. His eyes fall to his drenched seat and you cringe. You see the rage pale his face. His hands ball to fists.

“I was just…” you inch closer and set the dessert on the corner of his desk, “apologising but I see now that–”

“Go,” he grits through his teeth.

“I’m sorry, Curtis–”

“I said go,” he sneers as his grey blue eyes slowly move towards you, “before you ruin anything else.”

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Jax x cat-like!reader

Requested over on ao3! Reader’s digital form is that of a cat with cartoony arms and legs!

No one in the Digital Circus would have guessed that you and Jax would get along, considering you are very cat-like, and cats and rabbits don’t usually get along in nature. However, not with you and Jax, you two got along pretty well since you two are both pranksters, but you two tend to joke and mock each other. The thing is, which is quite unfortunate for Caine and the others, you two occasionally get into little prank wars. Fortunately it never goes too far to where it hurts anyone as you don’t want to actually hurt anyone with your pranks.

Jax had started the first one with the ole bucket of water above the door prank, which you did not appreciate very much, and so began your series of pranks against each other. The others would avoid you two to not get caught in the crossfire, even if your pranks are harmless.

Now you two were in another prank war, which you accidentally started. You didn’t mean to, it just happened! You were just hoping this wasn’t going to last very long, but you weren’t going to just give up, no. No, you wanted him to give up first.

“Jax will not get the better of me.” You would tell yourself as you prepare your next prank. You had to keep an eye out for the smug boy so he wouldn’t ruin your prank. Unfortunately for you, Jax would not be the one on the receiving end of the prank, but rather a very unfortunate Caine who was making sure things were running smoothly and mostly checking on everyone, even if he won’t outright say it.

You were just waiting for Jax to show up, lightly tapping your foot in slight anticipation to what was about to happen, that is, until you heard a familiar voice, not one you were expecting at that moment. Not Jax’s, but Caine’s.

“Y/n! It is always a pleasure to see you!” You went to warn him about your “contraption” but the next thing you knew, the poor ringmaster was covered in glitter.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, Caine..?” You knew he wasn’t very happy.

“Oh (bonk!) kitten, did you end up getting Caine instead of little ole me?” You saw Jax standing in the doorway, trying his best not to (boop!) off.

“I’m sorry, Caine, you weren’t my target! I was trying to get Jax back for earlier!”

“I was wondering what you were up to after that. Saw ya working on something but you wouldn’t let me near it.”

“Yeah, that would ruin the whole thing.”

“Enough!” You two stopped talking and looked over at Caine, who had his arms crossed. “You two are going into… the time out zone!”

“What the (heck) is that?”

“You’ll see in a moment!” And with that, Caine snapped his fingers and both you and Jax were in a room. You took a look around, only to find… it was your room!

“Wait what? This is just my room.” You raised a curious eyebrow before sitting on the bed.

“I can’t believe he put us into time out, over what? A rather funny prank.” Jax crossed his arms and sat beside you

“Yeah, we’re not children.” You shook your head.

“That may be true, kit kat, but I’m not the one who pranked Caine.” Jax looked down at you, a bit of a smug smile on his face.

“That wasn’t my fault nor my intention! I was trying to get back at you!” You gave him a light, playful shove.

“But you’ve gotta admit,” Jax chuckled a bit, “his reaction was priceless! Unfortunately we won’t be able to do that again unless we want to be put into “time out” again.”

“Yeah, that is true.” You lie back, staring up at the ceiling.

“…thanks, Jax.”

“For what?”

“Making my time here more entertaining. If it wasn’t for you and our little pranks, I probably would’ve went a little crazy. I mean, sure, the others are nice, and are fun to be around, but not as much as you.” Jax was actually a bit surprised to hear you say that, but he brushed it off and pats your head.

“Of course, Y/n.”

“Though I think for now… we should call it even and have a truce for now.” You held your hand out to him.

“Fine, fine. Just so we don’t get into trouble with Caine again.” He took your hand into his own and shook it. You then proceeded to pull him down so that he was beside you.

“What are you doing, kitten?”

“Well, while we’re in “time out” we may as well just get comfortable for a bit.”

“You know I have a key to your room, right? So I could get us out of here.”

“Sure, but let’s just stay here for a while, relax, the others have no idea.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jax shrugged and stared up at the ceiling. “Thanks… for sticking with me, Y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Jax.” You smiled softly and closed your eyes, not falling asleep or anything, just getting comfortable. The two of you ended up spending time together talking, and debating on what kind of shenanigans you’ll get into once you leave the room.